#the only thing i hate about the boots is that they squeak when i walk but watever

[expcharm]

more of my clara cosplay now that the shoes finally arrived !! bonus pic of me and gengar cuz it's the only poison type plush I got lol

[vinvantae]

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Jenson button x childhood sweetheart!reader

Summary: The not so wordless agreement that you and Jenson would someday end up together is thrown into turmoil when he’s invited to your proposal party

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: none

The snow fell across the fields like a blanket, tucking each blade of grass in for a dream-filled night’s sleep - it would usually be quiet this time of night, but the air was filled with the laughter of the children and teenagers alike who had begged their parents to take their sleds out and venture down the icy slopes. You yourself had been one of them, rapping your fists against the red wood of your neighbour’s door, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited not so patiently for it to swing open.

“Hi John!” You grinned. “Can Jense come out? I know it’s late but we haven’t had snow like this in years and-”

John smiled and stepped aside, revealing Jenson sat at the bottom of their stairs - shoving his feet into his welly boots. “Looks like someone had the same idea as you, son.”

Jenson looked up from the black rubber of his boots to see his best friend - the tip of your nose and cheeks tinged pink, the pearly whites of your teeth lit up in a big grin. He matched it with a smile of his own, giving his Dad a quick hug before joining you out in the snow, taking your sled from you to carry over his own shoulder. You were wrapped in a big yellow coat, a hand-knitted scarf and a pair of gloves that looked a touch too big for your teenage hands - your boots already covered in a soft layer of snow from the small trek to get Jenson.

“Don’t go too far, and be back by midnight!” John called out. “I’m sure your Mum told you the same, young lady.”

“Yes, boss!” You laughed, arm locked tightly around Jenson's so as not to slip on the icy ground. Your best friend smiled down at you - leaning into you to share your warmth.

Jenson listened to you yap away about all the different things you could make out of snow that would be endlessly better than a snowman. He let his arm drop from yours, moving to loop around your waist so he could haul you in closer - using the cold as an excuse. You gestured towards the moving crowds up ahead.

“The big hill just by the forest is where everyone is, it’s got the best spot for sledging.”

Jenson hummed softly, and you looked up at him. “Yes, but I don’t want to go sledding with everyone. I want to go sledding with you.”

Your nose wrinkled up in a playful disgust, earning a playful shove - a squeak leaving your lips as you nearly slipped on the icy tarmac beneath your feet, but you knew Jenson would never let you fall. His surprisingly strong arm stayed around your middle - holding you close to him. As you looked at him once again, your cheeks warmed - his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You’ve gotta stop looking at me like that, you know what happened last time.” You grumbled, jabbing his waist - breaking eye contact.

Jenson raised a teasing brow. “And who said that would be the worst thing?”

“Jenson.” You hissed quietly, not missing the girls who watched the two of you walking in the opposite direction to the rest of the town. You were well aware of the jealousy that sprung from your friendship with him - you’d been in his life since you were infants, but as the two of you had grown up - Jenson had quickly become established as one of the most handsome boys in school. “Don’t say another word.”

“You know I don’t care what they think.” He grumbled. “I don’t want them…”

You looked up at him, the mischief in his eyes had since faded - replaced with a warm tenderness that you knew he had reserved for you. “Jense…”

“I know, I know.” His sigh was wistful. “I’d give it all up for you, you know that.”

You took his face in your gloved hands, brushing your thumb across his cheeks. “I would never. Racing is your dream, and we’re only kids. You’d hate me in the future for stopping you from chasing your dreams.”

He watched your gaze flutter across his face, trying to get a read on how he felt - but in his silence you spoke again.

“Hey, if you've gone and got all those big racing dreams of yours… and you still want me…”

Jenson’s hand came to rest on top of yours, gently removing it from his face so he could lace your fingers together. “I’ll always want you.”

You laughed, although there was little humour in it. “Jense, we’re only 16. When you’re an adult you may feel different, especially when you’ve got all these beautiful women throwing themselves at you once you’ve won a race…. I would be over the moon if you still wanted me but I’m not going to be disappointed if your feelings change.”

He gave you a sad smile. “…I’ll always want you.”

His forehead came to rest against yours, skin surprisingly warm despite the freezing temperatures. You went to protest again but his lips captured yours in a sweet kiss, you allowed yourself to indulge in a moment of weakness - letting your arms slide around his neck to keep him close.

Letting him go was the right thing to do, being hung up on a girl he knew back home was only going to hold him back. He deserved the right to explore and be free whilst he travelled the world, you’d never ask him to give that up.

Oh, but he wished you had.

He wished you had when he was invited back home after a race season nearly 12 years later by your mother, insisting he had to be at this party. Neither of you were 16 anymore - he was 28 years old, had just come 18th in the championship and felt absolutely miserable. But you? You seemed to be absolutely thriving.

Job of your dreams, beautiful home… and William. Fucking William.

The two of you had been together for almost 3 years now, he was some hot-shot CEO of his own company - money coming out of his ass, private jets, cars. And you knew he spoiled the shit out of you, every time you came to a race to support Jenson - William had insisted on paying for you to have the best experience, despite Jenson offering to do the whole lot for free.

And when he pulled up to the address your mother had given him, he thought his jaw was going to fall through the floor. Sure, he’d seen mansions in his time - but this was a whole different level.

It had a fucking maze in the garden for crying out loud. With a fountain in the middle? Who did this guy think he was? He reluctantly gave his car keys over to the valet, before following others inside - all of a sudden feeling drastically underdressed in his sports coat. He was more than grateful for the champagne that was offered to him as he desperately sought out someone, anyone he knew.

The two of you had grown up together, he thought you had the same friends but he couldn’t recognise a single face. Despite the two of you staying in near constant contact, he suddenly felt like he really didn’t know you at all. The girl he knew would scoff at all this, one of your favourite activities when you came to races past - before William - was making fun of all of the rich people, flaunting their wealth but now you were one of them.

He stepped out onto the back patio, eyes finally landing on your parents - chatting away without a care in the world, your father adorned with a watch and a diamond necklace draped across your mothers neck that he knew they couldn’t afford.

“Jenson! You made it!” Your Mum’s face lit up at the sight of him - she stepped away from the other couple she was with to wrap him up in a tight hug. “Oh she’s going to be so happy you’re here.”

“Have you seen her? I don’t feel like I know anyone here.” He chuckled awkwardly, giving your Dad a hug as well.

“Oh I’m sure she’s just making some finishing adjustments, we need her to look perfect.” She grinned.

Jenson frowned. “What’s the occasion?”

Your mum gasped. “Oh, I was sure William would have told you!”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “William and I aren’t exactly best mates. I think he only tolerates me because I’ve been around for so long.”

Jenson didn’t miss the look your parents exchanged before your Mum placed a gentle hand on his forearm, giving him a sorry smile. “William is proposing to her, love.”

In that moment, he could’ve sworn his heart stopped - he didn’t know you and William were so serious. He always thought that he was just a distraction until the two of you were both in a place where you were ready to commit. It had almost happened when he got 3rd place back in 2004, but you were so close to a big promotion and you wanted to focus on that. You always wanted to be able to give the other your full 100%, be in a place in life where you were secure - maybe he should’ve just said fuck it and let himself be selfish.

He wasn’t mad at you for dating William, he could never be. But were you really about to marry him? The garden went quiet for a moment, so he looked over his shoulder.

You slowly walked down the stairs into the garden - a long dress in a deep blue hugging your figure, long sleeves to protect you from the cooler weather - a slit in the side allowed you to walk elegantly, your hand still resting against the cold stone of the railing. Jenson wasn’t sure he’d ever seen you with such professional looking makeup, nails to match your dress too. Beneath the jealousy, he felt the urge to tease you - wind you up for becoming one of the posh people you’d always claimed to loathe.

But you looked nervous as you started greeting everyone - eyes flickering around the party, you looked beautiful too, of course, but he recognised the look on your face - he’d only seen it a few times through your life but this was probably the worst he’d seen it. Fear. Did you know what was happening…? And who were you looking for?

William practically led you around the party, his hand never straying from the small of your back - which Jenson could now see was nearly exposed from the low back of your dress, adding to the elegance of your look. Jenson considered going over, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he loitered around your parents - not really letting himself join in on the conversation either, just keeping a watchful eye on you.

But that didn’t last too long either, the clinking of a champagne glass and microphone feedback filled the garden.

“Evening all, thank you all for joining us.” William had led you to the middle of the patio, his hand still on the small of your back.

“I’m sure she’s loving being the centre of attention like this.” He mumbled, earning a gentle elbow to the side from your mother. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Oh, shush. You had your chance.” She snipped at him.

He went to protest but instead shook his head and turned back to the scene in front of him - you were fiddling with the tips of your fingers, trying to avoid eye contact with the onlooking crowd but still glancing up as if you were looking for someone. Is she looking for me?

“As you know, I’ve been lucky to spend the last 3 years with this wonderful woman at my side.” William spoke with a confidence that demanded attention, Jenson wanted to tear his eyes away but he just couldn’t. “She came into my life at just the right time, and I can’t wait to see where the rest of our time together takes us… so…”

Your whole body froze as William sank to one knee, fishing a small velvet box from his suit pocket. “William…”

Jenson wasn’t sure if anyone else heard the tone of your voice like him, or if he’d just made it up - but it sounded like a warning.

“Would you make me the happiest man alive, and do the honour of being my wife? Will you marry me?”

You risked looking at the crowd one final time, and when your eyes finally met the blue you’d been searching for - you practically felt the tension melt away. Jenson tilted his head a little, raising his brow - you didn’t miss the way the corner of his mouth tugged up into a teasing smirk and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from returning it. You didn’t miss the way your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, how in that moment you wanted nothing more than to rush across the garden and have him wrap you up in his arms.

“…well?”

“Oh.” You suddenly remembered the man currently on one knee in front of you. You tore your gaze away from Jenson to look down at him, a sorry smile on your face. “…I’m… I’m really flattered, Will, I am. Uhm, maybe we can talk about this in private?”

The silence of the crowd was replaced with whispers, although he stood behind him - Jenson could see William’s entire body stiffen and his ears turn a dark pink with embarrassment. “…yeah, uh… yeah okay.”

William passed the microphone to someone before walking off, leaving you standing alone - you mumbled apologies to everyone before doing your best to catch up with him, holding the bottom of your dress so as not to trip over your heels. Jenson finally felt like he could breathe again; whilst everyone else was upset and shocked by the scandal before them - he felt relieved, you did still want him.

“…maybe inviting you was a bad idea.”

Jenson looked to your mother, who was still staring straight ahead. “You can’t tell me you didn’t know that there was a chance she’d say no. This was her choice… this has nothing to do with me.”

She shot him a look. “I saw her face when she realised you were here, Jenson. You had your chance with her, why can’t you let her move on?”

“I’ve not had my chance with her… don’t you see that? I’ve been waiting until I can give her the life she deserves and-“

“She doesn’t need to wait, William can give her that.”

Jenson scoffed. “This isn’t the life she wants… I know William wants her to quit her job and play the pretty little housewife but that’s not who she is. You know that, I know that. And proposing to her in front of all these people? Most of whom I’m not convinced she’d even met before today? Her worst nightmare.”

“Jenson.”

“You didn’t have to invite me… but you did.” He stood his ground. “If you wanted this to happen then you should’ve kept me in the dark, but you know deep down, just as well as I do, that William isn’t the one for her. I love your daughter, more than he ever could.”

Before she could speak again, your father placed a hand on her shoulder - bringing her attention to him. “What’s done is done. It’s her choice at the end of the day… and she didn’t say no, they might be working it out as we speak.”

Your mother rolled her eyes. “Yes honey, because that’s how all happy marriages start - with an argument.”

As the two of them bickered back and forth, Jenson decided to make himself scarce and track you down - weaving through the crowds who were still speaking in hushed tones. Poor William. What was she thinking? How embarrassing.

He ignored them, pushing his way inside - listening out for the two of you and seemingly you hadn’t gone far. A nearby door slightly ajar, a raised voice coming from inside.

“This is so embarrassing! All of my friends are here!”

“And almost none of mine, William.” Your voice was a lot more level, calm. Jenson lent against the wall just outside of the room. “Why did you not invite any of my friends?”

“These are our friends.” He huffed, Jenson could hear him pacing back and forth. “God, I just wanted today to be special - I got your parents here, fuck, I even got your mother to invite Jenson and you know how I feel about that prick.”

“Hey.” You snapped. “Keep his name out of your mouth.”

William went deadly quiet, it was scary. Jenson was close to peeking around the corner to see what was happening, but then William spoke again.

“It’s him isn’t it? It’s always going to be him.”

Your sigh spoke a thousand words, and this time Jenson did risk looking into the room - just to see the look on your face at your boyfriend’s accusation. You didn’t look sad, you didn’t look angry… you had a look of acceptance. You stepped closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his bicep.

“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you…” Your voice was soft, practically laced with honey. “I love you, William… but Jenson…”

Jenson waited with bated breath to hear your next words - you’d told him before how you felt about him, but this was different. You didn’t know he was there - you had no reason to be gentle with your choice of words. He turned back away from the room, head rolled back against the wall - he allowed his eyes to close.

“He makes me not want to sleep because being with him makes reality better than my dreams… Home is wherever he is.” Your voice was practically a whisper, as if you knew your words would sting if they were any louder. “I just don’t think I could love anyone in the same way as I love him. I… I was selfish with you.”

“I was selfish too.” He admitted, his hand coming up to cup your jaw - thumb brushing across your cheek. “I should’ve just let you be with him. I always knew where your heart truly was…”

“William, this isn’t your fault. Please, don’t blame yourself for this… all of this is on me.”

“I should go. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered. “I’m sorry, you deserve better.”

Jenson froze as he heard the sounds of shoes tapping against the floor, there was no way he could get away without being spotted - so he just accepted his fate, he took a deep breath. The footsteps paused in front of him and he opened his eyes to meet the sorrowful gaze of William. “Treat her well, yeah?”

“I promise. I’m sorry it ended like this, man.” He forced a smile. “Best of luck to you?”

William held his hand out and Jenson shook it, pressing his lips into a line. “You too mate. Sorry for keeping her from you all these years.”

With a gentle pat on Jenson’s shoulder, William left to go sate the crowds - leaving your childhood friend alone in the corridor. He took one deep inhale before stepping into the room - your back was to him, as you looked out the tall window, presumably to watch your ex(?) boyfriend subdue all of his friends.

“Just me and you, under the cover of night… in the forest on that cute mossy stone bridge across the river. The one you like to throw pebbles in.”

You looked over your shoulder with a coy smile. “Sorry?”

“That’s how I’m gonna do it.” He shrugged, stepping up behind you - strong hands coming to settle on your hips, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Nothing fancy like all this.”

He relished in the way your cheeks flushed. “That sounds wonderful, Jense… I can’t wait.”

“Not much longer, I promise.” He whispered, this time kissing just behind your ear. “I’d propose to you right now if we weren’t literally at your engagement party.”

You laughed, turning in his arms. “Tomorrow then?”

He couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Tomorrow it is.”

***

Your feet crunched against the snowy ground, nose and cheeks tinged pink as you made the walk from your flat to Jenson’s house - the roads were too icy to drive and you’d always loved the snow, so walking was the easy choice. You smiled softly as you walked through your old neighbourhood, kids laughing and throwing snowballs, parents peeking through the curtains to watch on.

It didn’t surprise you that Jenson had spent some of his earnings to buy a small home here - it was one of his favourite places in the world, yours too. You rapped your gloved hands against the door, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited.

As soon as it opened, you were wrapped up in Jenson’s arms - a kiss placed on your cold forehead before he stepped out to join you, locking the door behind him. “Can’t believe it’s snowing.”

“I know, especially since it was so sunny yesterday.” You hummed, looping your arm around his. “Where are we going?”

He gave you a soft smile. “Do you not remember the plans we made yesterday?”

“O-oh.” You giggled. “Yeah, yeah I remember.”

“Good.” Jenson pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Then let’s go.”

“Wait.” You stopped him walking to take his face in your hands, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you.” His voice was practically a whisper. “We don’t have to do this today… you literally just broke up with William.”

You tilted your head, giving him a sweet smile - brushing your thumbs across his cheeks. “I want this. I want you.”

His grin was almost bright enough to melt the snow around you, he took your hand in his and the two of you began the journey - careful to avoid any icy patches, holding each other close for balance. Jenson took the time to give you a full catch up of his next season, Honda had pulled out due to financial issues so Ross Brawn had bought the team and they were starting from what felt like nothing - a big risk, they weren’t… well anything. But he had faith, he had to. After coming 18th, what did he have to lose?

You had nothing but adoration for him in his career, no matter where he ended up - you felt foolish for letting each other put your career ahead of your relationship. You knew you were capable of getting your career goals with Jenson by your side, but you always feared he’d have resented you if you’d somehow got in the way of him getting the wins he deserved.

But as you stepped into the forest, the frozen stream sparkling beneath the bridge - none of your worries seemed to matter anymore. Jenson took both of your hands in his and carefully led you onto the bridge, careful not to slip as he walked backwards. “Your trousers will get wet if you kneel, Jense.”

“Worth it.” He grinned. “I know this isn’t a surprise, but you got to promise to let me get through what I have to say, okay?”

“Promise.” You hummed, taking a deep breath, giving his hands a squeeze.

You bit your lip as he got on his knees, keeping his gloved hands wrapped around yours. “Where do I even start?”

“Might be a bit long if you start at the beginning.” You teased.

“Hey, what did I say?” He hushed, narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “Okay… honestly, I don’t think there’s any words that could truly describe just how much I love you, but I’m going to try my best.”

He almost couldn’t get the words out with the way you were looking at him - a gentle sparkle in your eyes as you held back the tears, the softest of smiles on your lips. He took a deep breath.

“You’re my best friend, my soulmate… I literally cannot remember a life before you and I don’t ever want to picture my life without you. I wish I could specify the exact moment in time I knew you were the person I wanted to spend the rest of time with, but it was gradual, all consuming. You’re my first thought when I wake up, my last thought before I fall asleep and you fill all of my best dreams.”

He let go of your hands to remove his gloves and yours from your left hand. “I don’t care that my career isn’t where I want it to be. My biggest regret is simply that I didn’t do this sooner… I want us to achieve our dreams together. I want us to grow and change together.”

The tears were freely rolling down your cheeks and as he pulled a small black box out of his coat pocket, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. How you felt in this moment was polar opposite to how you had felt when it was William on one knee in front of you - you felt safe, loved… Jenson was all you’d ever wanted.

“So, my love, I’m sorry I’m not the first man to ask you this… but I hope to be the last.” He opened up the box, a beautiful ring inside. “Will you marry me?”

You nodded faster than you ever had. “Yes, oh my god, yes.”

Jenson grinned, and you let him slide the ring onto your finger - and you took a moment to admire it, recognising it as his Grandmother’s, a ring that had been promised to you by her when you were no older than 8 and now it was really on your finger. You looked to your fiancé, who was now standing with an expectant look on his face.

“You gonna kiss me or what?” You purred, running your hands up his chest.

“Don’t have to ask me twice, baby.”

He only gave himself a moment to grin before kissing you with a new vigour - when you brought your hands up to hold his face again, he could feel the press of your ring against his skin and it made his heart race. He pulled back just enough to nudge his nose against yours.

“I told you before and I’ll tell you until the end of time… I’ll always want you.”

───※ ·❆· ※───

Hope you enjoyed!

This is really a birthday present for myself cus I’m fully in my Jenson era but I hope you all like it ♥️

[biancadjarin]

🌾a Roll in the Hay🌾

pairing : perv!em x innocent!countrygirl!reader

warnings : graphic sex, p-in-v, breeding kink (sorta?)

a/n : hoo boy ok so I’ve been thinking about country girl reader and Eddie for a while, went a little crazy on this one. It’s kinda long, but I hope you enjoy! I have a lot of WIPs and ideas for different types of Eddie’s but it really helps when you guys comment/like/reblog so I know what you want to read more of.🧡

MASTERLIST HERE

18+ !!!

You hear the crunch of his boots on the gravel outside the barn, your hands finishing up a braid in your horse’s mane. You feel the excited butterflies flutter awake in your tummy, a smile breaking across your face.

“There’s my pretty little baby.” Eddie coos as he wraps his arms around your waist, breathing in your sweet scent deeply. You’re so fuckin’ cute and innocent. In your sweet little blue and white gingham dress, a little bow tied between your boobs. And you never wear a bra. Fuck does Eddie love that. He swept his eyes down your frame, your soft thighs leading to the smooth skin of your calves, frilly little socks peeking out of the top of your boots.

He holds out a tiny bouquet of wildflowers he picked on his walk from his van to here. Tiny white and yellow star-lily’s, a baby pink prairie rose, a little bundle of baby’s breath. He’s always doing little sweet things to make you smile.

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a tight hug. “Teddy Bear!” You squeak, nicknaming him that after he won you a little blue bear at the carnival. He squeezes the jiggly skin of your asscheeks in his big, calloused hands and lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist, kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in a week. It’s only been about 18 hours. He spins while he’s holding you, making you giggle and get dizzy. “Put me down, Teddy!” You say as more giggles bubble out of your throat.

This has been going on for a few weeks, after you met Eddie and his friends at the Hawkins carnival, you two couldn’t be separated. He kissed you at the top of the ferris wheel, telling you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever met. And he meant it.

“Why have I never seen you around before?” He’d asked, lips leaving wet kisses along your jaw. You giggle into his hair, the feeling of his big hands holding your hips, one of his hands sliding your legs over his thigh.

“I live an hour outside of this town. On a farm.” You reply breathlessly. He pulled back, his big brown eyes looking like a sad puppy’s. “An hour?” He sounded disappointed. He twirls your hair around a finger, his other hand playing with the hem of your tiny Levi’s shorts.

You nod at him, waiting for him to tell you that’s too far away for him to bother. He shrugs, “Guess I’m about to put a lot of miles on my van.” He says, pulling you into his chest, leather jacket arm closing around your shoulder, your head pressed against his shirt, his heart beating fast and the rumble of his voice in your ear. “I’m going to come see you so much, you’ll get sick of me.”

So Eddie drops you down, still holding you close, his tight jeans and black sweater making him look extra cozy.

“Just missed you so much, babygirl. I hate when we’re apart.” He cupped your cheek and you smiled softly, leaning into his palm like a kitten being pet. “I missed you too Daddy.” That’s your favorite nickname for Eddie. His too. It sends a jolt right to his cock every time.

“So what do we want to do today?” Eddie asks, lacing his fingers with yours, swinging your hands gently. You two have gone to dinners, movies, concerts, taken long car rides. Anything to spend time together. But today, you have other plans.

“Mmm… I have an idea…” you sway nervously on your heels. “But I wanna show you something first.”

Eddie’s eyebrows raise curiously, nodding softly for you to continue. You take a deep breath, “okay. well I went to the starcourt mall last week and bought something for you.” “For me? Baby, you know you don’t have to buy me things.” He starts to chastise you.

“I think you’ll like this gift, Teddy Bear.” You push him back gently, telling him to sit on a hay bale. You lift the skirt of your dress up to your waist, revealing the lingerie you bought.

Eddie releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His eyes go wide as he looks toward the opening of the barn, making sure no one can see you two. You giggle, “no one’s home, daddy, don’t worry. s’just me and you.”

Eddie’s brain short circuits as he drinks you in. His soft innocent little bunny, your sun-kissed skin, covered in peach fuzz and goosebumps. A sheer pink lace thong covers your smooth core, little flowers, leaves and strawberries embroidered in the fabric. A garter cinches at your waist, thin ribbons circling around your thighs. Silky pink bows hanging off your hips.

“Wow baby, fuck.” “You like it?” You ask, peeking down. “Like it? I’m losing my mind over it.” He says, hands coming out to pull you towards him. You rest your hands on his shoulders as he traces his fingertips over the ribbons, so dainty and small in his hands.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Or anyone.” He says, looking up at you. The sun setting outside the barn is sending golden amber beams in through the door and Eddie’s caramel colored eyes are sparkling as he looks at you.

“What are you thinking about, daddy?” You ask, sweet as peach pie. “Shit,” he takes a deep breath, pulling your tummy close to his face, his lips kissing any bit of skin they can reach. “I don’t know if I should say what I’m thinking about.” He laughs.

“Are you thinking about fucking me?” You ask nonchalantly. He looks up at you, hands gripping your waist. “You can’t just say stuff like that, babygirl. You trying to kill me?” You giggle at the look on his face. “No, Eddie, I’m serious.” You say, shaking his shoulders softly and wiggling your hips to emphasize your point. Eddie watches as your hips and thighs recoil at the movement, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold himself back and be a gentleman.

“But I thought you wanted to wait until we’re married?” He asks, sliding back on the hay bale to pull you into his lap. You look off to the side, clearly conflicted with what you were raised to believe and what you really want.

Eddie is a perv but he’s also so in love with you, it makes his stomach ache. He would never want to push you to do anything you didn’t want to do but to be honest, this whole ‘waiting until marriage’ thing has been kind of a bitch. He’s gotten used to rubbing your clothed pussy against his boner for a release, feeling guilty about it every time. But he needs to get off. And you make him so horny.

You whispering “Well maybe we can do… other things.” is all the ammo Eddie needs. He pulls your dress off over your shoulders, watching as your round perky boobs bounce back once the fabric is gone. He groans as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, eyelids hooded as he palms and squeezes your boobs. He lets each fingertip graze over your nipples as you let your head fall back, tingles all over your body. He pinches your hard nipples a little too roughly, a loud moan escaping your throat.

He smiles slowly, “Oh, don’t tell me you liked that. Don’t tell me that because I won’t be able to control myself.” You nod, “Felt good, daddy.” You whimper. His eyes roll back in his head as he takes your nipple in his mouth, his tongue sucking and laving over it while he tweaks your other one. He switches back and forth between them until they’re nice and wet, his lips glimmering with saliva. You rake your nails through his hair, scratching gently at the nape of his neck.

“I feel tingly down there again, Eddie. Remember how I told you last time?” Oh he remembers. Almost had to pull his dick out and stroke it in front of you when you told him. You had been making out, your little hips wiggling, your pussy getting drenched. Eddie loves the fact that he can get you so turned on. He loves that he’s the one who gets to introduce you to all this stuff. He wanted to touch you that day but held himself back. But he’s done holding back.

He pulls a flannel blanket off the top of the hay and lays it out onto the dirty barn floor. He instructs you to lay down, while he unclasps your garter belt and slips your panties down your legs. He sniffs them taking a slow, deep breath, making you giggle and blush before he slips them in his back pocket.

You feel totally bare in front of him, legs spread wide open for him to settle in between. He crouches down, eyes hooded and mouth hanging open as he takes in the beautiful flower between your legs. Pussy lips all pink and puffy, little nub of your clit sticking out under it’s hood just begging for attention. Your tiny fluttering hole is leaking clear, milky fluid that has his mouth watering, he licks his lips to stop from drooling.

He lets his fingers dance through your folds, gathering all your slick. You tremble at his fingers, thighs starting to come together. “Oh none of that baby,” he says pushing your thighs down with his palms. “so sensitive aren’t you?” he asks before landing a little spank to your clit. You moan loudly, hands cupping your breasts and squeezing hard.

Eddie’s in awe of you, so perfect and pure laying open for him. He gets down on his stomach and hooks his forearms under your thighs, guiding your ankles over his shoulders. “Gonna help you get nice and open for me, ok baby? Gonna get you nice and ready.” You bite your lip and nod, eyes closing as his lips trail little wet kisses up your inner thigh.

He spreads open your lips and spits directly on your cunt, watching it drip down and mix with your juices. His mouth attaches to your clit while he carefully, slowly slips his middle finger into your tight hole. His thick finger curls upwards, finding that special spot deep inside you.

You rake your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer to you and moaning his name. He smiles against your pussy, peeking his head up to admire your fucked out face and tell you how sweet you taste.

He goes back to licking and sucking at your clit sloppily, his wrist working faster to fuck his finger in and out of you. He pulls his finger out to dip the tip of his tongue inside you, so warm and tight around his pink muscle. “Daddy, feels so good, need your finger again.” He dips his first and middle fingers in this time, seeing how much you can take.

“Fuck baby, your pussy’s practically pulling in my fingers.” He groans. He flips his hand so his palm is up and he starts pistoning his fingers in and out of you. Your legs start to shake and he holds them down, fingers squeezing at the flesh of your thighs.

You cry out his name, a tense spasm feeling starting deep within. His thumb starts to strum fast circles on your clit, “c’mon baby. show me you’re a good girl. know you can do it.” He says, out of breath. You squeeze your eyes shut, all sound fading away as your first orgasm comes crashing over you, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. You cry out, repeating Eddie’s name as you gush onto his hand.

“Fuuuuck babygirl, that’s it. Did so good for me, so fucking perfect.” He says as you come down from your high, catching your breath. “Oh my god, daddy.” you say, exhausted smile on your face.

Eddie palms at his hard length through his jeans, if he doesn’t stop neglecting it soon, he’s going to lose his mind. He leans over you, kissing you deeply, tongue sliding over yours. You run your fingers up his chest under his shirt, helping him pull it off. He pushes his hips into yours, the rough fabric of his jeans scratching at your soft skin. “I need to know how it feels to be inside you baby, just for a minute. I promise I won’t put more than just the tip in. Please.” He begs you, his hands already unzipping his jeans, unbuckling his belt. “Just for a minute?” You clarify. “Cause you know I’m not on the pill, Teddy Bear.”

He growls, “Just a quick minute baby,” he kisses the tip of your nose, “I promise, I just need to feel you wrapped around me.” You nod at him, sweet little smile on your lips. He shimmies down his pants and boxers, just to his thighs.

He shudders as he reaches down to grab his cock, giving it a few tugs as he kisses your neck and whispers a thank you in your ear. Your eyes wander down to look at it. “It’s pretty like you, daddy. Pink like your lips.” You giggle. He smiles, kissing you softly as his weight comes down on you. He looks down between your bodies, letting the mushroom head push through your slick folds. “Gonna be a little bit of a stretch, bunny. But it’ll feel better soon.” He says before pushing his cock all the way in to the hilt. You hold back a moan, focusing on when it’s going to stop hurting.

Eddie’s mind goes blank. Being inside you is more addicting than he thought it would be. He slowly pulls all the way out before sliding back in, just as deeply as before. He lets out a whimper as his face gets nuzzled into the crook of your neck, one hand on your hip, the other holding your cheek.

Your gummy walls hug him tight, like you were made for him. He lets his hips start to hump in and out of you, never fully pulling out, just enough to feel his balls slap against your ass. He keeps going and going and going, whimpering and moaning your name telling you how good you feel.

The painful stretching feeling is gone and all that’s left is pleasure, Eddie’s big thick cock filling you up just right, so much better than his fingers, which you didn’t think was possible.

Eddie’s hands grab behind your lower back, hugging you close to him as he fucks up into you. “So fucking tight baby, never gonna let this pussy go. Gonna make you mine forever.” He grunts as he fucks you hard and deep.

He’s starting to sweat, mumbling curses and praises to you. It feels so good you don’t want it to stop but you start to get worried. He’ll stop before it goes too far you think. His hips pump faster into you, wet sounds and skin on skin slaps echoing through the large barn. “Can’t pull out-can’t. Feels too good.” He chokes out. You whimper, hands pushing his chest, little “no”s leaving your mouth as another orgasm creeps up on you.

His movements get faster and sloppier, short broken moans leaving his mouth as his eyes screw shut, his forehead coming down to meet yours. You open your mouth as a silent moan comes from deep within you, coming at the same time as him. Thick ropes of his cum shoot inside you, his hips flush to yours as he pumps every last bit of his seed into you with a shudder.

You look at him angrily, “Eddie!” “What?” He says, laughing a bit at how cute you sound when you’re angry. “You said only for a minute!” “I’m sorry, it felt too good. Been waiting so long for that.” “You lied to me.” You said, eyes starting to water. He tuts at you, smile leaving his face. “No, no, no bunny, I tried to pull out, I really did. I’m sorry.”

A fat tear rolls down your cheek, “You didn’t try! Now what am I going to do? What if-what if-” you choke out through sobs. “It’ll be fine baby. You’re not pregnant. And if you are, we’ll be ok. All three of us.” You look at him with your big wet eyes, starting to relax and breathe normally again and Eddie smiles softly. He doesn’t regret what he did because he’d do it again. He meant what he said. He’ll make you his forever.

“Yeah?” You ask him. “Of course. Whatever happens, I’ll always be here. No matter what.” He says, thumb swiping away the trail of tears from your cheeks. He kisses you softly, “I love you, Bunny.” You smile, “I love you too, Eddie.”

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[dilfhos]

TRAINRIDE

#!WHO; DABI x fem!READER

A! i hope u ignore this cus its stupid but I think dabi/touya being a total scum to huge endeavor fan reader should be a thing

+ (i added my twist to it; at the time this was sent, i was on my dc shit heavy and id already started it)

#!CW: deadoves!n0nc0n, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, implied exhibitionism, gaslighting, touya arc if you squint real close! dabi has dick piercings bc i said so

tagging: @mostlyheinous @scariusaquarius @dabislittlemouse @nyx--knacks @the-grimm-writer @ectologia

Dabi hated taking public transportation, especially now.

It subjected him to having to conceal his identity for one, blending into the fleeting crowds with dark, long clothing. It didn’t bother him as much had it been any other time, one where he wasn’t on constant guard or easily irritated by familiar phrases and his face.

Dabi only gave a quick glance to the glass behind him, eyeing the way his big hood hung low on his head, hand deep into his trench pocket as the other supported his balance. He drew his hood lower at the glance from a man on his left.

The train eased to a stop and the doors slid open as the crowd swarmed to bring in and send out more people. When the doors closed and the train began to move again, he found himself being thrown forward. A small yelp came from the woman in front of him, turned partially.

He was about to mumble something before his eyes made contact with what she was wearing.

Seeing that you were brazenly adorned in merchandise of the number one hero, he scrunched his nose up at the sight of your complimentary accessories before finally settling on your face. Preoccupied with your phone to notice his oggling, you shifted, body moving with the force of the train as it started moving.

Dabi didnt mean to look, but the subtle quake of your chest piqued his vision and he wished he wasn’t met with those same fucking eyes. How cringe you looked with the familiar navy phone-case you had on the back of your phone to match.

In fact, if Dabi wanted to, he’d stand there and count every one of Endeavor’s paraphernalia and the number could be well over three. You really walk around like that? Parading your favorite hero on your body like a fangirl poster.

He chuckled darkly before rolling his eyes. Yeah, you probably had one or two of them in your room that you fuck yourself to at night to boot.

The train was only a little crowded but not enough to fully obscure your body from his view. You were dressed in jeans, the denim pairing with a snug t-shirt that sculpted your chest perfectly under his gaze. On the back he could see the familiar bright flames. They were disgustingly familiar, completing the stoic features of the hero on the front.

“Endeavor, huh?” You finally glanced up, a bit surprised to find barely anyone on board at this point. A few men sat adjacent, some sleep, others occupied on their own devices and papers or simply dead in gaze as they awaited their respective stops.

Then him, of course.

Turning fully around you face the source of the comment and your heart began to hammer.

Under a subtle glance or two, he didn’t look too out of the ordinary. Dark pants, shoes and a coat on his back, he could’ve as easily passed for some unremarkable human being cold and exhausted from days events. However, under the certain proximity, you had a clear view of his face, unmistakably his metal-littered, scarred face and the dangerously piercing gaze to match.

You parted your lips but he held up a finger, silencing you before you could squeak a sound. He glanced around toward the few other occupants in the car, noting them to be of no significance until his eyes returned back to yours, the silent threat of impending danger weighing heavily in the air around you.

“Are you-are you going to kill me?” You finally said, voice sickeningly timid. Wide eyes peered up at him, height clearing yours as he slowly backed you towards the side of the car.

“He your favorite hero?” Dabi ignored your question, eyes flickering to your chest before his hand followed. You squeaked in surprise as he boldly placed his hand against your breast.

Jerking away, you prepare to to defend yourself when he gripped your wrist.

“To answer the question, I’m not gonna kill you. ‘M just gonna hurt you real bad though,” You’re spun before another word is uttered, the rattling of metal against wheels loud enough to drown your protests.

“Please don’t do this,” His hands were exploring your body, running up your thighs and cruelly pinching at the skin on your sides before settling on the hem of your jeans.

“Please don’t,” You whimpered shakily, meeting the villain’s eyes in the glass.

“I just feel like ya personally insulting me y’know?” He grunted over the sound of his belt clinking. His hand was back on your side now, nails digging into the meat of the exposed skin until drawing a wince.

Dabi shuffled forward until your hands were pressed against the wall of the train, steadying yourself. His other made quick work of yanking down your jeans until they rested around your thighs, panties on display before his hungry gaze.

“D-don’t. I’ll scream.” By now, you’d been reduced to a whimpering, teary-eyed mess, your frantic gaze shifting through the other riders for a witness to what was going on.

But they were all too preoccupied to care.

“Yeah, for who?” The passengers that did notice were the wrong ones.

You met the greedy eyes of the man closest to you and the way his own dropped down to your connected bodies. Dabi was quick to notice that and chuckled before leaning down toward your ear.

“Still your idol, doll? This is his society, you know? The one on your ridiculously, ugly top,” He snickered, his fingers hooking into the side of your panties.

Before you could cry out, his scarred hand clamped over your mouth at the same time as his cock breached your cunt. You tensed, nothing escaping you but a muffled gasp as he shoved himself past your tight ring of resistance. Your eyes were wide, peering back at you in the glass, reflecting off of the pain and horror present.

“Mm, so tight.” He licked the shell of your ear and you release a shuddering sob. He began a snappy, brutal pace, the thick cock dragging heavily through your dry walls. Every time he pulled away, you felt every vein, every metallic orb scraping against gummy insides.

He slammed back into you at the same time the train screeched over rusted tracks, grunting with every stroke, his thin hip bones snapping against your ass.

His grip was bruising as he held onto your waist, his wrist only flicking to push and pull you back onto his dick. His other hand remained pressed against your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. You reached behind to at least try and push him away, alleviate the grating pain he was causing but your attempts were laughable as he only slapped away your efforts.

Dabi sped up, stumbling forward until your front was pressed against the metal interior, body squished between hot and cool. The hand over your mouth dropped to hang loosely around your neck, tilting your head back to meet his. The hood over his head only served to make him all the more menacing with the shadow that casted over his grotesque features.

“What do you think Mr. Endeavor would say if he saw his biggest fan being defiled like this? Probably be disgusted huh? I mean, allowing a complete stranger to fuck you on public transportation.” Your eyes closed as you imagined the twisted look of repulsion on your favorite hero and the image brought you to more tears.

You hiccupped as he trailed fingers down in between your legs to brush against your clit, missing the way his grin widened at the way you suddenly tense up. You released a pained moan at the way your pussy clamped down on him.

“So sensitive,” He chuckled at the way you try and bite down your orgasm. He could feel you start to relax, your cunt pulsating around him as your juices started to slick him up.

Overhead, the sound of the loudspeaker crackling at the next stop had Dabi’s eyes glancing up, as if now aware of the time. Releasing you, his hand fell to your other hip where his blunt nails dug as his pace quickened.

“Stop’s coming up,” He mumbled. You didn’t really hear him though. You were busy trying not to give in to the way his cock was filling you up, the pain parting into pleasure, your juices beginning to fall and squish around his dick.

Your head hung low; you couldn’t even look at your reflection in the glass anymore, at the way your brows furrowed over glossy, blown eyes. The way your wet lips part to release silent moans. You were despicable. You couldn’t call yourself a fan of the great Endeavor anymore, not after this.

Not after him.

Dabi’s feet planted firmly, his hips suddenly stuttering to a halt. He was quick to conceal your squeal with his hand again as his dick twitched in your cunt. Your teary eyes widened as you felt warmth flooding you, too horrified to even move save for your trembles.

He was still going, slowly rutting his nut back into you with shallow strokes. It was only until you heard a chime overhead that he pulled away with a content sigh.

Dabi eyed the way his cum was beginning to seep down your thighs, dripping into your bunched up jeans and an idea formed in his head, one that had him grinning sadistically.

A moment later your trembling legs finally gave way allowing you to sink onto the floor.

He began to fix himself, adjusting the hood on his head. He threw a cocky salute to the man eyeballing him earlier and a final disgusted look down at those eyes on your shirt. He then shook his head with a forming smile, walking away and leaving you on the floor of the cold train. The whooshing of the doors were deafening in your ears as you looked up to greedy eyes.

Back at the hero agency, Endeavor’s phone lit up and a notification from an unknown number had his brows furrowed in confusion at the link. His scowl only deepened after further investigation.

DILFOS. do not plagiarize my content—current or archival.

[sentientcave]

WIP Wednesday - Impound

A little peek at that tow truck driver idea I was tossing around last week, for any interested parties

He shuffled through the papers deliberately. The sound of the cop’s rubber-soled boots squeaking impatiently on the dated linoleum floor was music to Simon’s ears. “Oh, of course. The squad car. Parked in a fire lane.” He tutted, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I got there before bylaw did. ‘S a big fine if they ticket you.”

They both knew that bylaw didn’t have the stones to ticket a cruiser. The fire department might, but they didn’t go around looking for trouble either. That was really more Simon’s area of expertise.

“You could have been impeding an investigation,” Price said, steely eyes narrowing.

Simon snorted. “At Ronnie’s? I fockin’ doubt it, unless you were investigatin’ how fresh the pastries were. Everyone knows that’s Laswell’s girl. Nobody’s stupid enough to cause trouble for ‘er.”

Price’s jaw was so tight that Simon was surprised his teeth didn’t start cracking under the pressure. He could almost hear the grind of enamel. “Fine. Just get the bloody gate open so I can leave.”

“Sure, no problem officer. Just a matter of the impound fees— Y’want me to bill the precinct directly, or are you gonna pay ‘em yourself?” He set the paperwork down on the desk top and fished the debit machine out of the top drawer suggestively. “Just need some I.D., if you don’t mind. Gotta keep things tidy on my end.”

Price snatched up the invoice. “One hundred and fifty dollars? Are you mad?”

“That’s the rate. Take it up with council if you’ve got a problem with it. You still gotta pay.”

Price was pretty near growling as he yanked out his wallet. Simon made a bit of a performance out of logging in the information on his I.D. on the slow computer, of punching in the total on the debit machine, and of checking everything to make sure it was in order. Price initialled the invoice where he was directed, pressing so hard it left a permanent indentation in the cheap veneer of the desk.

“Olright. You’re all set then,” Simon said at last, when he could drag his feet on the matter no more. He got out of his chair with a sigh, pleased to find that he stood a good three or four inches taller than Price, and walked out the side door without any further ceremony. Price was still standing in front of the desk, red-faced and angry. “Come on then.” Simon stopped just past the doorway, looking over his shoulder impatiently. “Haven’t got all day you know. Some of us have important work to do.”

He half expected Price’s head to explode.

Price stalked across the lot to his cruiser and threw himself into the driver’s seat while Simon went to open up the gate. The rev of the engine was the only warning Simon had to get out of the way before Price drove through it, cutting it a little too close for comfort. Simon raised his hand and wiggled his fingers in farewell, enjoying the glimpse of that furious blue glare in the mirrors before Price turned onto the road and sped off.

“Wha’ the hell was all that about?” Johnny asked, leaning out of the building, braced on the door handle, Roach a step behind him. “Ye pissin’ off the new police chief?”

“Yep.” Simon corralled the boys back into the office. “Fuckin’ hate cops.”

“Sure, but aren’t ye worried—”

“Not really. ‘F ‘e gets to be a problem I’ll talk to Laswell, get ‘er to put ‘er fuckin’ dog back on ‘is leash. Owes me a favour.” He snagged the singular tea out of the tray of paper cups and lifted it in thanks. “See you lads later. Goin’ home. When Kristen comes in to pick up ‘er shitbox waive the fees an’ tell ‘er not to park there again. Pretend you’re riskin’ your ass doin’ it, she’ll prob’ly give one of you muppets ‘er your number.”

Johnny and Roach looked at each other, and immediately launched into a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get to be the knight in dirty blue coveralls. Simon let the garage door bang shut behind him, and trudged across the dimly lit space to the back door. The acrid smell of weed smoke hung in the air, thin tendrils of it still drifting across the bars of sun coming through the back windows. Fucking muppets, smoking up while chief of police was steaming mad on the other side of the door. And they thought that Simon was the one who needed to be careful.

[askzworld]

Emalee we need a fic like your recent innie one (I loved it btw 10/10) but y/n taking care of Hyunjin I’m begging it’d be so cute. Maybe when he has the stomach flu too and doesn’t wanna bother y/n cus she’s busy but she catches on and helps him?? 💓💓

omg yes this is such a cute idea 🥹! also thank you for the positive feedback, it means so much to me! if you have any more fic requests fill free to send them to me!

let me know..

sick!hyunjin x reader, implied relationship, pet names like baby, my boy, darling, lovely, MENTION OF VOMITING, CRYING, DEHYDRATION, & BULLYING/HATE

i placed my bag on the back of hyunjins chair and booted up my computer at the desk in his room. waiting for hyunjin would definitely take a while, so i decided to start a university essay iv been procrastinating on. as i sighed and started typing up a draft to base it off, hyunjin walked into the room.. 2 hours earlier than usual.

“well you’re quite early today.” i said softly as i stood up from my seat. “yeah- minho said we did good today so.. we uh, got done early, are you doing a essay?” he looked over my head at my open computer and empty doc. “i was going to start it while i waited for you but since you’re home early..it can wait another day.” he shook his head at me and looked at the bathroom, avoiding the eye contact i tried to make with him. i noticed his body tense up a little and he looked at me for about .1 of a second.

“im going to go shower, go work on your essay, okay? don’t wanna get behind do you, darling?” i shook my head as he turned to me again and gave me a smile. as he walked into the bathroom, i couldn’t help but notice him clutch his stomach just a tiny bit. i guessed that he might’ve been sore from dance practice so i shrugged it off. i sat back down at the chair and pulled my legs up to my chest as i stared at the wall, trying to think of how to start it. i heard the shower head squeak on and water started to poor.

i couldnt think, the only one thing that filled my head was the way hyunjin acted. was he getting hate from social media again? or maybe he was just tired. i turned my focus to the empty doc and watched the small line blink, then fade away. laying on my head on the keyboard out of defeat of my writers block, the keys pressed under the pressure and the letters and symbols appeared on the screen. I turned my head to the side to see a framed photo of me and hyunjin backstage during their maniac tour. He was holding his phone out as he kissed his cheek, eyes closed gently, as i winked, held his cheeks and looked at the camera.

a smile appeared at the sight of the familiar picture. i picked it up to look at it closer, han and minho were making faces at us in the background. then a lightbulb went off in my head. i knew what i was going to write about! i placed the picture back in its place and backspaced all the letters and symbols that had been accidentally pressed into the doc.

i started typing and typed faster than i thought i could. i was so emerged into the essay, i didn’t even notice Hyunjin walk out of the bathroom, change into sweats and a white tee, and crawl into bed. well, that was until about 2 to 3 hours later, my computer was 10% to dying. i sighed and saves the doc before closing the computer and plugging it in. i turned to see hyunjins sleeping figure, his legs bent at his knees and his hands rested under his cheek.

i was slightly confused but he looked so peaceful. he never fell asleep before me, he always made sure i went to sleep before him. i came to a conclusion that today was just hard for him, and he was really tired. I changed into some shorts and a baggy tee i stole from his a few days ago. it was one of his shirts that had been smothered in paint. i thought it looked beautiful, even it was just some splattered colored on a basic light grey tee. it was so beautiful to me, because of the fact that it was made by my boy, my hyunjin.

i slipped into the bed next to him, throwing my arms around his middle. he shivered in his sleep despite feeling hotter than usual. i looked at his face as it scrunched up in slight discomfort. i brought my hand up to his face to brush some hair out of his face, brushing his cheek and forehead in the process. both felt unusually hot. i frowned, thinking possibly hes sick.. but he would’ve told me? he always does. i sighed closing my eyes to fall asleep with him, id make sure to take care of him in the morning.

i woke up to feel hyunjin getting out of bed beside me. “jinnie?” i mumbled, seeing his figure turn in the dark. “im just going to the bathroom..” i sighed and pick up my phone from the bedside table. it was 2:42 am. “just go back to sleep, okay lovely? I’ll be back in a few minutes..” i sighed and laid back in the bed. as he went into the bathroom, i heard him cough a few times and then i thought i heard him.. vomit? “jinnie?”

i opened the door to see him sitting on the floor, hunched over the toilet. i didn’t say another word, i just walked up behind him and held his slightly long, black hair away from his face. the lingering feeling of his skin felt like fire against my fingertips. as i held his hair with one hand, i held his hand gently with the others. “im sorry” he coughed out. he got finished throwing up and laid his head against my chest. i felt a droplet fall onto my leg. i held his head in my hands to look him in the eyes

“why are you crying baby?” i asked as i brushed a tear off his cheek with my thumb. “im sorry i didnt tell you.. im sorry you have to take care of me. i-i know you have an essay to do and- i-“ i kissed his forehead and held him close to my chest again. “don’t apologize.. the essay can wait, ill take care of everythin. of you, my university work, everything.. but you’re my first priority, okay?” i hugged his shoulders as he nodded and sniffed softly. “why didn’t you tell me you were sick my boy?” “you looked so concentrated on your essay.. i didn’t want to make you loose your train of thought.”

i laughed softly. “you we’re my train of thought, i was writing an essay about the cons of being in love with someone.” “you wrote about me?” he whispered as he met his eyes with mine. “yes.. and id do it a thousand times more, i love you hyunjin.. let me take care of you?” “okay..i love you too yn.” i kissed the crown of his head a few times before laughing. “let’s get you into bed, yeah? ill get you some medicine and water.. i know your dehydrated.”

we stood up together and i brought him to bed, tucked him in and set up a desk fan on his night stand. “have i ever told you have good you are to me?” he laughed and held my hand. “all the time..” i respond with a smile. “ill get you some medicine and water, then we can go back to sleep, okay?” “what about your classes tomorrow?” he frowned. “don’t worry, ill work online. ill even work in bed with you if you want.” i brushed his hair back into a ponytail. “and ill talk to minho and chan tomorrow, you won’t have to worry, okay?” “thank you lovely..” “of course.”

i left the room and grabbed him a ice cold water and some medicine. when I came back he smiled at me, taking the medicine, and downing most of the water. “will you stay with me all night?” he asked as he pulled me into bed with him. “however long you want.” he smiled again and held me in his arms. “goodnight, my lovely girl.” “goodnight, my hyunjinnie.”

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 39 🔞

Prompt: More Apocalypse Fic! But horny! And the (actual) leaders! And crossover ship!

Tags: Unprotected sex

A/N: This idea has lodged itself in my brain & a NSFW scene finally crawled to the surface. Connected to Day 31, Day 34, & Day 38

“You always did like younger men with broad shoulders,” Hak winked.

“Shut up or I’ll feed you to the zombies,” Sangyeon shoved him.

“You would never. Have fun,” Hak grinned. Soobin was waiting by the office door watching them intently.

“If anyone asks,” Sangyeon began.

“You’re in a private meeting with the only available member of our new guests. I know, I know,” Hak replied. “Now go get laid. And don’t forget to turn your headset off. I still haven’t recovered from hearing you jack off.”

“You’re welcome,” Sangyeon grinned and walked over to where Soobin was waiting. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries. Someone has to know where you are at all times. Yeonjun hates it. Plus we always get interrupted, but I think Beomgyu gets some kind of sick enjoyment over banging on the door saying it’s something important when one of us is about to come,” Soobin rocked back on his heels.

“I used to hook up with Hak periodically, but I think it was more necessity than actual attraction. I dunno if that makes sense,” Sangyeon replied, turning off his headset and putting it in a drawer.

“It does. I’ve been wondering the same thing about me and Yeonjun lately. Are we fucking because we want to or because it’s the end of the world and we’re just horny guys in our late 20s?” Soobin leaned back against the desk and stretched his legs out. “Guess we’re about to find out.”

“Guess so,” Sangyeon laughed anxiously. “I’ve always been a little shy about sex stuff. Sorry if it bothers you.”

“I’m happy to take the lead if that makes you more comfortable,” Soobin replied.

“It would,” Sangyeon agreed.

“In that case, take off your clothes and let me see what you’ve got to offer,” Soobin said. Sangyeon nodded and pulled off his shirt. It was only when he sat down to get his boots off that he noticed the look on Soobin’s face. He looked ready to devour him.

“Yes?” he asked as he stood back up to take his jeans off.

“You…are so fucking hot. What the fuck?” Soobin reached out to trace the lines of Sangyeon’s abs.

“Thank you,” he replied, trying not to look away. He’d stripped down to his underwear.

“All the way,” Soobin nodded at his hips. Sangyeon bit his lip and quickly pulled them off. “If neither of us weren’t fully committed to our positions, I’d ride that.”

“Really?” Sangyeon asked.

“You’re not tiny if that’s what you’re implying. However I think you’re far more comfortable with the idea of being the whiny bottom we both know you are,” Soobin said.

“Yeah,” Sangyeon nodded.

“So do you want me to bend you over the desk or have you ride me in the chair? You know this place better than I do,” Soobin said as he began to strip. There was a decent height difference between them, but the thought of being fucked on his desk took the air straight out of Sangyeon’s lungs. And Soobin did have broad shoulders.

“Desk,” he squeaked. “With my legs over your shoulders.”

“Interesting choice. What to watch me fuck you. I can definitely do that,” Soobin grinned. Sangyeon quickly moved all the important papers out of the way and pulled a small bottle of lube out of another drawer.

“Lube? How did you get that?” Soobin asked.

“This place has everything. Including condoms. Do you want to…” Sangyeon explained.

“I’m fine without one if you are,” Soobin replied.

“I am,” Sangyeon nodded. He laid on the desk on his back looking up at Soobin. Part of him felt guilty for making himself unavailable. However, his team had been trying to get him laid for months. Younghoon and Hyunjae were disgustingly in love. The rest fucked each other as and when needed. Hak was more than capable of taking care of anything that came up. Most of all, he actually wanted Soobin to fuck him. Then he felt a hard slap on his thigh.

“Stop it,” Soobin said.

“What?” Sangyeon asked.

“Thinking too much. Bad for you,” Soobin replied. “Are you ready?”

That’s when Sangyeon realized Soobin was 3 fingers deep in him. He’d been so in his head, he hadn’t even noticed Soobin prepping him.

“Yes and I’ll focus on you,” Sangyeon nodded.

“You better or you’ll get something stronger than a slap on the thigh,” Soobin told him. Sangyeon believed him. Soobin removed his fingers, barely entered Sangyeon, and put his legs on his shoulders. Sangyeon’s lower body was entirely off the desk and Soobin had a bruising grip on his waist. It was only then he realized how big Soobin’s hands were.

“Now I’m going to give you what you want and you’re going to let me know I’m doing a good job by not being quiet, okay?” Soobin told him.

“Okay,” Sangyeon agreed. Soobin began fucking into him and Sangyeon finally let himself relax. He let himself get lost in the feeling of being bounced around like a toy as Soobin used him. He’d graze Sangyeon’s prostate periodically causing Sangyeon to whine loudly. Anyone too close to the door definitely heard him.

“That’s a good boy,” Soobin praised as he kept up his aggressive pace. Sweat was making it hard for Soobin to keep his grip, but he held on tighter. Sangyeon would definitely have bruises later. Part of him liked the idea. Part of him wondered what it would be like with Soobin’s hands around his neck rather than his waist. Then Soobin began hitting Sangyeon’s prostate with every thrust. He looked at the younger man who grinned down at him.

“Now be a good boy and come for me,” he said. He didn’t even have to touch Sangyeon for him to reach his climax. At that angle, come landed all the way up to his shoulders. Suddenly, Soobin dropped Sangyeon’s legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. He grabbed the older man’s hips and fucked into him for a few more seconds. Sangyeon felt his come release into his body. He was nothing but Soobin’s toy for the past 10 minutes and he’d loved it. He was more satisfied than he’d been in years. Then the all too familiar fear set in.

“I’ve been gone too long,” he tried to sit up and Soobin pushed him right back down.

“They’re fine,” the younger man said. He picked them up and sat in the chair, resting Sangyeon against his chest. “You know they are.”

“He’s right! We’re fine!” Hak yelled through the door. “And yes I’ve been here the whole time so no one would bother you!”

“Oh god,” Sangyeon buried his face in Soobin’s shoulder as the other man laughed.

“Now that's a good team member,” he said.

“Forget zombies, I’m dying of embarrassment,” Sangyeon replied.

“We all have to die someday,” Soobin chuckled.

[kitwing-moving]

hiii i dont think im going to use the taglist on this unless i decide to compile everything together on like ao3 or something. quotev /j

this is gonna have multiple parts and now that im typing this i think i may actually put the rest somewhere else or post them on my writing storage blog. uber reluctant to use ao3

okay anyways have medieval vampire priest tatsuviv au because i thought it wuz funny and i liked it. this is only the meeting btw

The cold seemed to seep into her bones past her skin and clothes, and it felt like every muscle in her protested whenever she moved. The rain was relentless in its downpour, and every drop felt like a stone trying to weigh her down, sinking into her bones and making them ache.

Vivian knew it was wrong for her to hide in a cathedral - being the thief that she is and turning her back on holiness. But, there was nowhere else for her to turn after being targeted so relentlessly by the village. Taking refuge here in this church, as far as her legs would take her, was her only option.

She had a rocky enough reputation with the townspeople as it was, or at least in her eyes that seemed to be the truth. She wasn't entirely sure if it was her anxious heart speaking, or if she truly was being excluded and singled out.

But was that really such a bad thing? She thought this to herself as she struggled to push the heavy door open, arms shaking.

She had made friends with several kids younger than her, ones she desperately wished had a better hand dealt them in life. They were from similar walks of life as her, ones singled out and seen as odd or scary. She opened her heart to them, trying to keep a watchful eye for them or feed them, and she even took a few under her wing as their big sister. It felt as if fate had brought them together, the only positive thing she had found about her life.

The pang in her heart almost made her feel sick, the door slowly swinging open with her regret. She had left those kids behind when the townspeople had turned on them. The thought burned her mind, made her throat burn and tears prick at her eyes.

She hated feeling so clueless and lost, someone so helpless and selfish.

It's almost ironic that she fled here after turning her back on holy words that only felt as if they were mocking her, dangling the hope and joy of a cushy life similar to what royalty would be like, only to be told she's a sinner at heart. But Vivian couldn't afford to be picky, not while she's soaked to the bone and still struggling to catch her breath as her anxious heart twists and turns on itself.

She leaned back against the door, squeezing her eyes shut to try and beat back the tears. Her boots squeaked against the floor, and the guilt of getting such a beautiful place of worship dirty only added to the regret, feelings that felt like she was being dragged underground.

Maybe she truly was a sinner at heart, leaving the ones she considered family behind to try and save herself. But there was a spark of hope, one so small that she wanted to cling too and nurture.

They'd be fine, right? Of course. Vivian clenched her fists, wiping her eyes on her arm. She'd rest here and wait the storm out, and then go find them after the night passed - and they'd be perfectly fine and she would apologize and work even harder to protect them.

If it weren't for the full moon, she would gladly go out once more despite the storm. But the thought of being hunted again, by something other than humans, made her feel too cowardly to even look outside. It's a miracle she even survived long enough to get to this cathedral, making her way through thickets and trees and mud.

Everything felt like a dream, as if she could just wake up from this nightmare and laugh it away, go 'that's silly, that'd never happen!'.

But she couldn't. Vivian felt her emotions rising in her throat, hot and prickly, and she covered her mouth to muffle a sob.

Would someone like her truly be worth saving? She doubted it. Vivian sniffled, gritting her teeth as she struggled to force her emotions down and do her best to remain levelheaded.

But a gentle hand on her head almost made her jump out of her skin and she quickly scrambled up to her feet, tear-brimmed eyes staring through blurry vision at someone she did not want to see, especially now. A priest. Rage flared in her heart briefly, but it only died down. There was no reason for her to direct her rage about false hope holy words brought towards this man.

"S... sorry." Her voice was much more shaky than she intended, and it made her feel small.

The priest only shook his head, holding his hands up to show he wasn't a threat to her. "Please, don't worry. Are you alright? What happened?"

His voice... it was much less grating than she anticipated for a priest. It was nice, unfortunately. But those spiteful thoughts faded away fast as she looked at the ground.

Vivian didn't know how to reply to his questions. Her mind was a mess, and she just wanted to curl up and sleep, or more preferably -

"Come, come... Let's get you warmed up, now that I've gotten your attention." The priest gestured for her to follow him, and the inviting smile he gave calmed her anxious heart just the tiniest bit, cutting through her thoughts, although she could still see the worry in his eyes.

Vivian didn't have the energy left in her to object. She merely nodded, dragging her heavy legs after him as he led her deeper into the cathedral. There was a muted thought at the back of her head - She really should have taken her boots off so she didn't track more mud in - but she didn't pay it much mind.

She didn't notice when the priest stopped, either, quickly stumbling back when she almost ran into him. He only chuckled, eyebrows still drawn together in worry as he stared at her. "I had living quarters built on quite some time ago... It's been a while, and I haven't tended to them, so please allow me to prepare one for you." He tilted his head over to where a fireplace was, although unlit. There were rather comfortable looking chairs near it, albeit a little rickety and old - they certainly had seen better days.

Vivian picked up the unspoken words, and only let out a hum of agreement as she dragged herself over and took a seat in front of the fireplace, the warmth offering comfort to the aches she felt.

The priest stood for a moment, observing her. Vivian felt her rage spark up again, and she wanted to snap at him and yell and scream, but the burden of that emotion was enough to snuff itself out, the exhaustion of such emotions enough to weigh her eyelids down.

She didn't know when a blanket had fallen around her shoulders, or when she found herself leaning against the priest as he led her to a spotless room.

Exhaustion really must have sunk it's claws into her deep, she mused to herself, those memories only felt as distant as a dream.

The only thing she can vividly remember is how warm his arm felt around her, and how comforting the rumble of his chest was as he spoke to her, words that she failed to remember as sleep finally got to her.

Except for his name. One she thought was nice, despite only having caught part of it.

Tatsu...

Even if it was not his full name, knowing part of it made her feel grateful.

Thank you, Tatsu.

[plaindangan]

Kirumi is big, kirumi is capable, kirumi is strong, and kirumi, while hidding it for a while, is HUGE massive mommy milkers, thick and strong tights and legs that could make her a part of street fighter. And an ass.. that could EASILY crush most of pre-growth himiko.

At one point, tempted, like every girl, in the competition of showing of who as the best bod, she decides to start revealing way more of her true sizes… and it had some.. particular effects on her life~.. she normally hates it when someone is calling her mommy… but when Shuichi humps against her, hearts in his eyes clearly lust struck, and when she can feel how MASSIVE the ultimate femboy is under that pant calling her like that~… she is a titan, yet she might submit to a simple cutie like that~

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Kirumi had hidden her figure for a long while. A maid must never outshine her Master and distracting them from their own duties would a sin it its own right.

But over the weeks...things had begun to change. Perhaps it all started after she was the victor of that twerk off, shaking her ass gracefully in front of...a certain detective. Yes, that has to be the origin.

Afterwards, while she tried to reign herself in...deep down she knew it was impossible. It was so liberating. To finally break out of the confines of her usual dress and just...show off! Breathe! Be her true self!~

So, after much deliberation, she had done it. No longer would she confine her own body! Now...she was going to show it off!~ But...who should be a test for this new her...heh.

"Shuichi? Is something the matter?"

Kirumi was right in front of him. When she visited his office, he was expecting her in usual maid outfit of sorts...s-so....why did she look like this!? To start off, Kirumi was now in black jeans with a gold belt to keep them up and a pair of fur boots to, well, boot!~ Even from just a glance, he could tell how much they were incredibly tight and showed off just how gloriously thicc her thighs were. She could probably crush a skull with ease if she want to!~ But that held nothing compared to her breathtaking ass!~ Shuichi held thoughts about it ever since Kirumi showed off in that twerking competition so seeing it - bouncing and jiggling as Kirumi walked about his agency, knowing it was so incredibly large that she could probably suffocate someone with near ease if she felt like it, going insane knowing it was so soft that Shuichi had to use every ounce of willpower not to sink his hands into - well, it brought up some intense feelings!~

Concerning her top...hoo boy. While Kirumi's usually outfit made herself appear smaller than usual, her new green shirt held no such constraints. It barely reached her midriff, thus exposing her tight, toned stomach!~ But that wasn't the only part it exposed. The shirt had done a poor job of covering up her F-cups and it showed with how much the shirt was straining to keep them from popping up with every bounce. From the cleavage, Shuichi got a good, wonderful, look at her violet bra...and how perky and plump her boobs actually were!~ Combine all of this together and you had a wonderfully sexy woman, that was now walking over to him with such a sly smile on her face.

"Aaaah!" Shuichi squeaked as, when Kirumi was right on top of him, she sat down on his lap, grinding her fat ass all over his crotch. A place which was growing tighter by the second from the lust swelling inside of him.

"My, my, aren't you getting excited?~ Is because of the fact my rump is so close to your...sensitive area, Master? Or..." Turn herself slightly, she crossed her arms under her boobs, as if to taunt Shuichi a bit. "Or is because you now have a better look now of what I was hiding throughout all these years!~ What do you think of them? Of this new look I have?...Of me?" The last part she whispered, leaning closer and closer to Shuichi with a sense of tease...and also of genuine desire of approval. Was this new look something desirable? What did one of the few people she trust think?

...

"M...mommy..." came a soft moan. Something that caught the maid completely off guard. Mommy? Now, normally, Kirumi probably would have been annoyed by such a thing. Not really considering herself a mother just yet. But...well...here's the thing. The one saying it was clearly in a lustful high, looking ever so desperate for her. For her only!~ And, pretty badly too given how much she could feel that long member of his poking at her fat bottom. Maybe...if just this once!

"Heh, alright!~ Why don't you fully show how much you love, Mommy!~" Kissing him on the lips to stun him, Kirumi walked over to his desk and bent over. Seductively, she wiggled her hips as she pulled down both her jeans, but even her lacy purple panties as well. All that was left was her naked, jelly-esque, plump ass that was dying to be plowed!~

"Give it to, Mommy!~ Fuck her won't you, my sweet boy!~ It didn't take long for Shuichi to go about that request! Almost pouncing on Kirumi, he had pulled down his pants and wasted no time in inserting his eight-inch, thick, fuckrod into Kirumi. That wasn't even getting into him reaching around to fondle and grope the milkers her she had so teased him with!~

20 minutes later!~

PLAPPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!~

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!~ Y-Y-YESSSSSSSSSSSH!! F-FUUUUCK MEEEE!! M-MAKE KIRUMIII INTO A RREAAAAL M-AAAHAMAAAA!~ F-FAAAASTEEER!~ PL-LEAAASE!~ FAAASTER FOR MOMMMYY!~"

What was once graceful turned slutty looking. Kirumi's hair was dishelved, her shirt ripped to shreds and her bra discarded. Thus, her milkers, sleek with sweat, were freed to be played with to Shuichi's content. Being groped and squeezed to his heart's content and Kirumi's delight!~

But her ass remained a prime focus!~ His hips thrusting into her ass, never stopping his absolute fucking of her ass and that tight hole of her's!~ He had already came several times by now, but those heavy balls this emo boy had was still full!~

Such was good for Kirumi!~ Even as her folds had become drenched in sweat and her juices, she was still raring to go!~ Evident by that crooked, absolutely glazed over in ecstasy, smile!~ A maid must always please her Master! She was just glad, even with this new her, she could still do so perfectly!~

[spinnertop]

Don't Keep It To Yourself

fWhip has been stressed recently and decided to take a walk to get his mind off of it. His elven boyfriend had other ideas

If you prefer, you can read it here on ao3 or on here below the cut

fWhip enjoyed midnight walks. It wasn’t much of a surprise to the people of the Grimlands, or even his friends and allies. The Count was infamous for never being able to sit still. But this walk wasn’t one made from boredom or excitement.

In truth, fWhip didn’t know what spurred this on. Anxiety, maybe? Perhaps dread? Whatever the reason, he hoped the cool night air would clear his head. A part of him knew that it wouldn’t, that the pit in his stomach wouldn’t settle lest he tell someone about his worries. He kindly told that part of himself to shut up. He wasn’t going to worry his friends with something as trivial as senseless paranoia.

He wrapped his wings tight around himself, shivering slightly, but smiled despite the discomfort. fWhip was happy that it was late fall. Winter would come soon, and while that came with its share of struggles, he knew that in the winter none of them would be from him or one of his subjects overheating in the forge.

It was funny to him. During the winter, things in the other empires started to slow. Save for those in Rivendell, the freaks. Winter was always a time of prosperity in the Grimlands, the short days lending itself to more creeper spawns and gunpowder, fueling the rest of the empire.

He let out a deep sigh, loose dirt and gravel crunching beneath his mud-stained boots. fWhip spared a glance back towards Eastvale. It truly was beautiful this time of night. There was a faint glow from beyond the walls of the city, either from the forge, or from people like him who were utterly unable to sleep tonight. The gorgeous redstone corruption radiated an alluring red light in the absence of the sun.

He cast his gaze towards the field of wither roses. fWhip always thought they were gorgeous, having grown up around them. Well, it was the only flower that could grow beyond the safety of the walls. The corruption made the land inhospitable to normal wildlife.

He knelt down at the edge of the field, his fingertips brushing against the velvety petals of the roses. He caressed the petals, and dipped his hand down to play with the stem. He pressed his thumb against the thorns that adorned the stem, and quickly plucked the flower from the ground. His hand quickly went numb as it bled slightly onto the stem. He couldn’t say he hated the feeling, the roses were much more mild than the all encompassing pain that wither skeletons caused.

“fWhip!” A shout startled him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see Scott. He looked concerned. Why? Scott quickly kneels in front of him, examining the puncture. When had he dropped the rose? “Does it hurt?” Scott questioned, worrying about lacing his voice in a way that was almost completely foreign to fWhip. He’d dealt with worse, and Scott hadn’t seemed nearly as worried then. Maybe he wasn’t the only one waiting for the other shoe to drop…

After a few seconds of examining the cut, Scott huffed and lightly smacked fWhip. “What were you doing messing around with wither roses!?” he exclaimed, anger creeping into his voice. Now there was the Scott he knew and loved. “You of all people should know how dangerous they are! What in the world made you think that it would be okay to touch them?! I swear, one of these days I’ll need to follow you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“You done?” fWhip asked teasingly. Despite Scott’s offended face, he continued, “You don’t have to worry. Us Grimlanders are resisted to the wither effect. I barely even feel it.”

“Resistant doesn’t mean immune, fWhip!” He retorted.

fWhip huffed up at him. “I’m fine, really!”

fWhip squeaked as Scott pulled him close and buried his face into his hair. He heard Scott mutter something in elvish that sounded suspiciously like a prayer. fWhip sighed, slumping against Scott.

“Why are you out here so late anyway?”

“I could ask the same for you.”

“Ha ha very funny. But seriously.”

“A deal with Shelby took longer than I thought it would.” fWhip nodded, satisfied.

“Now. What were you doing?” Scott asked. Damn. He was hoping he wouldn’t ask. “Couldn’t sleep.” fWhip answered. It wasn’t a complete lie. Maybe Scott wouldn’t push?

“Why?” Well, crap. fWhip could only shrug. He really didn’t know why he was so scared. The demon was gone, Scott had his brother back, and he even managed to smooth things over with Jimmy. That last one has surprised him. He hadn’t expected him and Jimmy to get along, let alone get into a relationship.

He heard Scott sigh quietly, before shifting his grip and… Just picking him up. fWhip yelped as Scott pulled him close to his chest, and he felt his face heat up. He quickly buried his face into Scott’s chest, mumbling something that was lost in the thick outfit the elf always wore. He felt more than heard Scott’s chuckle, and he groaned in response.

“I can walk, you know.” Scott laughed.

“I know. You just look adorable when flustered.” fWhip hit Scott’s chest for that. “Come on, let’s get you home. Knowing you, you haven’t slept in a while.”

fWhip opened his mouth to try and retort, but Scott was right. He hadn't slept in a couple days now, and though he’s blaming it on the anxiety, he knew a part of it was his workaholic tendencies.

He was slightly confused that Scott decided to start walking towards his house on the outskirts of Eastvale, rather than taking him back into the city so they could rest in the manor. He wasn’t complaining though. He had built the house himself when he became the count. For the first couple months it felt wrong to stay there. It was probably bitterness that drove him away. He technically was supposed to rule with his sister, but that didn’t happen, and the empty throne and missing person in the house was a fierce reminder.

He looked up at Scott, who smiled gently at him. “Can you open the door, sunflower?” He asked kindly. fWhip nodded but mumbled something Scott couldn’t quite make out.

When fWhip glanced up at Scott again, the elf was smiling. fWhip loved Scott’s smile. Probably because it wasn’t something he saw that much. At least not out in public. The elf was generally rather stoic, and most of his expressions consisted of his trademark smirk. His smile was softer, kinder. An expression that fWhip wasn’t used to receiving.

Scott sat down on the bed, making fWhip sit in his lap. He hummed as Scott pulled off his scarf and nuzzled his neck.

“Baby,” Scott started, slightly muffled. “You have to take care of yourself.” His hands slid from his waist to his shoulders and he pulled off his jacket. “I know…”

“So why don’t you?” Scott’s voice was so gentle. It wasn’t fair how easily Jimmy and Scott could coax answers out of him. Not even Gem or Sausage could do that. “I- um. Well…” fWhip started, but he couldn’t get the words out. At least, not while Scott trailed his hands along his wings. 

“You’ve been so tense lately. You were so jumpy at the last meeting. I was worried.” fWhip blushed. “Would it be bad if I said that I was waiting for everything to get worse?” He felt Scott tense slightly. He sat up a bit straighter, and moved his face to look at him. When he didn’t speak fWhip took it as a sign to keep going.

“Logically, I know everything is fine. Better than fine, everything is perfect right now. I have my brother back, your brother’s in a crystal encased in ice, the Cod Empire and the Grimlands are at peace for the first time in five hundred years, and so much more. But it feels like it’s all going to go wrong. Like I'm going to lose everyone…” There was an unsaid again hanging in the air.

Scott hummed, thinking for a moment, before responding, “I understand that. After so many bad things that happened, it feels like a dream for anything good to happen again. It can eat you from the inside out if you keep it to yourself. Have you told anyone else?” fWhip tensed slightly but didn’t respond. Scott had his answer.

“Petal…” Scott scolded. “I know, I know, I should be telling people if I feel bad. I just… I didn’t want the others to worry.”

Scott sighed, and fWhip tensed, before Scott pressed his hand at the juncture between his wings and kissed his neck. “Poor thing. So tense. Do you need my help relaxing?” There was a mood change, but fWhip quickly shut it down. “No. not like that at least. Not in the mood.” he felt Scott hum and nod. “Okay. How about cuddles to help you sleep?” fWhip nodded, “Yeah. Yeah that sounds good.”

He got off Scott’s lap so he could get comfortable, and actually take off that heavy coat he insisted on wearing everywhere. Once he laid down on the bed, fWhip decided to be a little menace and flop down onto his boyfriend’s chest. Scott let out a quiet ‘oof’ and huffed at him. fWhip quickly sat up, straddling Scott’s hips. He stuck his tongue out at Scott, just like the little menace he was.

“Brat,” Scott muttered with no real heat behind his words. This was confirmed when he reached a hand up to cup his face. fWhip couldn’t help himself as he started purring as he leaned into the touch.

He got off of Scott and curled into his side, purring louder as Scott turned over and started to card his hand through his hair, his other hand wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He tucked his head underneath Scott’s chin and nuzzled into his chest.

Scott wrapped his magnificent golden wings around them, acting as an extra blanket. He pulled fWhip closer to him and mumbled into his hair, “I love you, sunflower.”

“I love you too, snowflake.”

[ronansquest]

Suvi's New Assistant

Originally written as a short for Patreon. Hope you enjoy!

“Wow. You’ve got quite the set up.” Grissy looked around the lab. There was equipment and ingredients here she couldn’t even name, and for once, all the tables were at a reasonable person’s height. 

“Thanks.” Suvi shrugged out of the cloak she’d been wearing, giving Grissy the first good look at the alchemist since she’d met her on the street. Dark hair just starting to go gray was pulled into a loose tail, that as Grissy watched she gathered and coiled into a sloppy bun, securing it with a couple of pins she picked up off a table. She wore a leather underbust corset over a light linen shirt that left her shoulders and an impressive amount of breast exposed. An exposure that the pearl necklace she wore only emphasized. A number of vials and tools hung from a leather belt, and a slit in her skirt revealed a thigh strap carrying a few more vials and a knife. Those skirts were white, and stained with a variety of colors ranging from dull grays to bright blues and sullen reds. Suvi caught her looking. “What? Do I have something on my boots?” “I just haven’t seen an alchemist who um… showed so much skin before.” Grissy blushed and averted her eyes from the slit in the skirt. “Oh! This isn’t my work outfit.” Suvi smiled. “This is what I wear to walk around town and pick up cute goblin girls.” “To pick up -” Grissy spluttered, blushing even harder. “I thought you said you needed a lab assistant.” “I do.” Suvi gestured around at the semi organized chaos of the room. “I’ve got all manner of things in here that might react badly to being mixed, and I’m not 100% sure where all of them are. Deon over at the All the Way Inn told me you came by looking for work, and I figured I could pay you to help me clean up a bit. Definitely need the help.” “It looks like it. Shit! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” Suvi laughed. “You meant it! And you’re right. It’s a mess. How’s four silver rounds sound to help me get the place straightened up?

It sounded too good to be true. Silver just to do a day of maid work? Grissy’d done a lot more for a lot less before. But it was never good to seem desperate. “How about six rounds?” “How about five, and I’ll throw in something to eat?”

“Deal.” A meal she didn’t have to cook herself was worth at least a silver, at least, it was to Grissy. Cooking was not one of her skills.

“Excellent!” Suvi’s eyes sparkled. “Now, would you like to eat it now? Or after we’re done cleaning?”

“I had breakfast a little while ago, so I think I’ll be okay before I need more food. I’m happy to start cleaning.” “Who said anything about food?” Hopping up on one of her workstations, Suvi spread her legs and pulled her skirt aside. “I just said I’d give you something to eat.”

Grissy nearly squeaked in surprise. She hated when she did that. “I… you…” Suvi reached under her skirt and hooked both hands in her underwear, wriggling out of them. “I spent the last three hours over in Nunnery helping take care of one of the girls without even getting a single tumble for my trouble, so I’m a little pent up from listening to everybody else having some fun.”

Grissy’s job search hadn’t taken her to hee Nunnery yet, but she knew it was one city’s more popular brothels. She glanced around the room, fidgeting in place for a moment. Suvi dropped the slightly teasing tone. “Hey, if I pegged you wrong, my bad. You can just say no and we’ll get right down to cleaning. I didn’t mean to-” Grissy took three quick steps towards her and shoved her face between Suvi’s legs. “Woah! Guess I didn’t peg you wrong!” “You can peg me right if you want.” Grissy’d tried to be on her best behavior ever since getting into town. Tried so hard. There’d been the merchant staring at her tits she could’ve flashed for a discount. That doorman at the inn who almost certainly would’ve let her in if she’d let him bounce her on his dick first. And another half dozen times she’d suppressed her inner horny to keep up with the ‘civilized’ nature of the big city. Now some strange alchemist woman was offering her money and sex to clean her lab. Grissy couldn’t deny herself any longer!

She ran her tongue along Suvi’s slit, tasting the tart bite of the older woman’s arousal. It was like the first hit of a drug she hadn’t even realized she’d been craving. Scrambling to get closer, she increased her pace, licking up and down and around before sucking hard on Suvi’s clit. The gnome gasped, and hands landed on Grissy’s head, fingers digging into her scalp. She didn’t care. All her attention was now on the pussy in her mouth and sounds its owner was making as she worked. 

Lifting up a hand, she slid two fingers into Suvi while she focused on the clit, alternating sucking and using the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive little nub. At the same time she curled her fingers inside the woman, rocking them back and forth, searching for her g-spot. She knew it when she found it, because Suvi’s legs suddenly stiffened on either side of her, body quivering and a short, sharp breath escaping in a single word. “Fuck.” Grissy grinned into the pussy lips. Her fingers moved faster, churning back and forth, working the sensitive spot mercilessly as she redoubled her oral efforts on Suvi’s clit. It wasn’t her best work, not the ideal angle, but she gave it her all, and soon the gnome was rocking and shaking on her worktop, all at forming full sentences abandoned in favor of simple moans and hungry demands for more. 

When she came, it was like another hit of Grissy’s drug, a flood of cum and heat that sent her entire body to shivering. Grissy pulled back, smiling from ear to ear, her entire lower face glistening. “Did I earn my four silver?” “Girl, you earned more than that. Fuck cleaning the lab. Come back up to my bed and do that again and I’ll give you gold and a job while you’re in town!”

And that was how Grissy became an apprentice alchemist for a few months.