#this will never get through to them they keep circling back around demanding proof

[trickstarbrave]

people who try tirelessly to ‘debunk’ astrology are some of the most insufferable people around because they fundamentally misunderstand what astrology is and what science is for. they got high off of very easy to win arguments with flat earthers and ppl who take the bible absolutely as literally as possible and they think astrology is just another thing they can use The Power Of Science to debunk when astrology isn’t a true science nor does it try to be

astrology is a very cultural practice the hinges on the idea that certain events happen cyclically and use astrological bodies as a method of keeping and tracking that time. in this system you can also use the relative position and angles of these bodies to add more complexity to categorizing these events. its deeply personal bc not every culture has the exact same method of keeping time with celestial bodies nor do they want to keep track of the same things.

“but if it’s supposed to be The Truth™ why do different people do it different ways???” bc it is not an attempt at an objective truth it is arbitrarily categorizing the lived human experience and things relevant to people. “okay but then why would you ever do anything that isn’t an objective, measurable, proven truth backed by science???” because humans are not 100% perfectly reasonable, logical beings. because things that are not objective scientific truth can have meaning that makes life worth it like art and music. because you can have fun for the sake of having fun. when you’re playing video games or are getting lost in a movie you are not sitting there thinking the entire time “ah see this is silly and pointless bc this is just arbitrary things triggering my brain to produce chemicals to trick me into feeling good and happy” no you’re just going to sit there and enjoy it.

you don’t have to believe in it or like it. frankly it doesn’t matter. and i don’t need to pull out scientific papers proving to you that it “is real”. im just doing math for fun so i can try to guess random life facts abt people and it turns out to be right. i am under no impression magical beams from space are coming down to influence my behavior and forcing me to do or say things its just that i have never had a solely unique experience in my human life ever. people have always had the same fucking weird ass problems in different ways so much so we were able to put it on a fucking calendar system. and yknow that's a little comforting to me to just sit with the knowledge of; that i’m not alone. that other people went through the same shit, and the same shit my friends are going through, and they probably made it out just fine. its just a collection of arbitrary human experiences, but what a beautiful thing that can be.

[lilithbasically]

Pro Heroes x Reader w/ Big Thighs pt. 2

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: bondage, public sex, thigh slapping, thigh fucking, thigh riding, tentacle fucking, quirk play, degradation, mentions of dumbification, knife play, branding, biting, mention of blood, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, face sitting, breeding kink, oral (f receiving)

W.C.: 1.6K

*Aizawa, Hawks, Shinsou, Tamaki, Fatgum, Dabi*

Requested by @satans-butthole666

😴 Eraserhead:

-He didn't even know he necessarily had a thing for thighs.

-Not really one to be super picky with physical attributes, he just never put much thought into it

-Until you sparred with him for the first time

-The very second his capture weapon wrapped around your legs and he saw it squish the fat of your things, he lost it

-Mans fucked you right there in the gym

-His scarf kept your thighs open nice and wide for him, he had one hand gripping and squeezing at your right thigh while his left rubbed teasing circles over your clit.

-Stopping his teasing only to deliver a sharp slap to your left thigh when he felt you try to close them to shield your dripping pussy from his heated gaze

-"Don't even fuckin think about it, baby. Don't hide what's mine. These beautiful thighs? Mine. This sweet little pussy? Mine. That dumb little brain of yours? Mine."

-Definitely leaves plenty of proof just how much you belong to him littered across the flesh leading up to your core

-We're talkin hickies, bite marks, fingerprints

-Will never stop touching your thighs after this

🐤 Hawks:

-Thiiiiiigh fuckerrrrrr

-Thigh man through and through

-Another man that demands you avoid pants while at home

-"You're too sexy to hide, baby bird"

-Crush him. Please.

-Don't make him beg for it because he will absolutely start tearing up if you deny him for too long

-Why is that such a bad thing you ask? Well, he doesn't like to be the only one begging

-He'll put you on your back with your legs propped over one of his shoulders, squeezing them together. His cock placed firmly between them sitting snug against your pussy, slow calculated drags sliding across your folds. The tip of his cock catching your clit with every thrust.

-He makes you count every slap he delivers to the outsides of your thighs and don't you dare stop counting

-Bc if you do he'll just start all over never letting you get close enough to cum

-"Awww, baby bird, you sound so pretty begging for me to fuck you..." he'll say, giving you a fake pout as he continues to fuck your thighs until his cum covers your lower stomach and pussy

-"Maybe next time you'll be a little nicer"

-No he doesn't let you cum and he makes sure to leave your thighs bright red to match his wings

-He's even gone so far as to make you keep one of his longer feathers tucked between your thighs so he could feel their warmth and tease your clit all day

-Maybe he'll let you cum when he gets home...

🧠 Shinsou:

-Uhhhh you're lying to yourself if you think this man doesn't love thighs

-Saw you had a thigh tattoo and his brain went brrrrrr

-Another capture scarf user but he prefers to use his quirk (consensually of course)

-He makes sure to leave you enough control that he's able to hear all the pretty moans and whines you normally would. But a strict "no thigh closing" order is definitely given.

-Edging? Very much, thank you.

-His face will be buried in your cunt for at least 30 minutes before he even considers letting you cum. Considers being the key word there

-Similar to Kaminari, he loves that he's the reason your powerful thighs are shaking and trembling

-Like...he can reduce you to this sobbing, trembling mess? All for him?? He makes you feel this good??? It's definitely a power trip and major confidence boost for him. So, win-win.

-Edging and overstimulation go hand in hand with this man

-When he finally wants to see you lose yourself, he won't stop until he's had his fill.

-Feeling your thighs squeeze the sides of his neck almost makes him cum in his pants every time

-Oooooh but when you try to close your thighs from the overstimulation? Well...good luck. Have you seen his hands? They're fuckin huge. You're not closing your legs even without his quirk being used

-He might be slightly into dacryphilia

-"Awww pretty baby...you look so pretty when you cry for me...s'too much for you? Too fuckin bad. You'll take what I give you like a good girl...now, give me another yeah? I'm not done making you shake"

🐙 Suneater:

-🎶I think you know where this about to go🎶

-Hims a shy boy okay but when he saw your thighs peeking out from your skirt being hugged and spilling over your thigh highs, something snapped

-Will corner you in your office and lock the door

-"Bunny...you shouldn't have worn those..."

-Now...he is a thigh man but a bit different than the others. While he does love everything about them, his favorite thing is watching his tentacles move around them. Wrapping around, pulling, sucking, leaving little circular love marks all over and watching them jiggle as the suction breaks. And he loves to watch.

-Much more preoccupied with your pleasure than his own. He knows you'll repay him later when you can actually think again

-You weren't surprised when his did bring his tentacles out, it's not the first time, after all.

-You were surprised, however, when instead of keeping them to one hand, he did both.

-Shooting them toward you, gripping onto your waist, both arms, and legs, lifting you up and pinning you to the wall. Arms held above your head, your legs spread and knees bent exposing your already wet core

-"No panties, bunny? You were teasing me on purpose weren't you? You wanted me to lose control, didn't you? Oh bunny, I love you...so if you want to act like a slut, I have no choice but to fuck you like one"

-One tentacle entering your dripping cunt, another snaking it's way to your mouth to silence your cries, Tamaki just sat back to watch you writhe and squirm in pleasure against the strength of his appendages.

-His eyes constantly roaming back to your thighs, watching the plush skin contracting under the suction. His cock straining against his pants, leaking pre when he hears the "pop" of their release. Only for them to reattach to decorate your beautiful skin with more bruises

-You know better than to try to hide the evidence of his quirk use. He's not ashamed of it, so you shouldn't either. Besides, you already learned that lesson once before.

-"Wow, Tamaki...thigh man huh?" Mirio teases

-In which Tamaki will 1000% turn right back into a blushing mess

-Okay but imagine him eating whale one day a;sdlkfj;s okay sorry bye

💛 Fatgum:

-Is it not obvious that he loves big thighs? I mean, come on

-Wants you to sit on his face. None of that half assed, barely sitting shit either. No. Sit. On. His. Face.

-He loves feeling your thighs squish his face when his tongue is plunging in and out of you, his nose bumping your clit. Loves feeling the way the fat of your thighs swells between his fingers from his grip.

-He has to keep you still somehow, right? The bruises in the shape of his fingers are just a plus

-Loves slapping your thighs to feel the jiggle under his hands and against his face

-Big or little, he's hella into thigh riding

-"That's it, Little One...want you to cum just like this for me...you can do that for me, hmm? Wanna be good for me, yeah?"

-Imagine him flexing to make it easier to rub your clit back and forth, up and down his thigh, his strong hands controlling your motions by gripping your hips and thighs

-Your thigh rubbing against his painfully hard cock, giving just enough friction to tease, begging for sweet release

-Has cum in his pants from that before and he's not ashamed of it

⛓ Dabi:

-He didn't even know someone else was joining the league but he also didn't really care all that much.

-Until he walked down the stairs and saw you standing there in your short little skirt. Garters wrapped around both thighs, fat squeezed over and under the sides, wondering what it would be like to sink his teeth into them. Leave his marks all over you...

-Def into branding and knife play. That's the rules according to the law

-Pulls out his knife to run the tip up from your knee, cutting off each garter. Pressing the tip just enough to dig into the plushness and leave the faintest red scratch in its wake

-Will bite your thighs hard enough to bleed. You're his goddamn it, and everyone will know it

-Burns his name into your inner thigh while his tongue plunges in and out of your pussy, a little surprised when you cum from the combination

-Also surprised when you came from him slapping your inner thigh after edging you for an hour

-Ummm he has breeding kink without the kids please and thanks

-Mating press, mating press, mating press

-Because he can fold you in half by holding your thighs to your chest while the tip of his cock nudges your cervix

-Yes he definitely holds hard enough to bruise, intentionally. Will also press a finger onto one or more of his bite marks to make you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure

-"You're such a little pain slut...my stupid breeding bitch...you like when I mark up your thighs? Hmm? How bout I burn my handprints onto them, huh? You'd like that wouldn't you, bitch? Gonna fuck you full of cum so I can watch it spill out all over your thighs...fuuuuuck"

-He does burn his handprints into your thighs and licks your tears from your cheeks when he's done

-He's a fuckin menace

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General tag list: @fatbitchgeek-blog @sunflowers-rae @totally-not-bakus-hoe @whatever-the-fuck-i-dont-care

[aemonds-sapphire]

Fire Meets Gasoline - Dabi x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Sex with Dabi rarely goes as expected, and that is exactly why you can’t get enough of him.

Warnings: NO MINORS! NSFW. Pure filth (seriously). Cumplay. Quirkplay (? Is this a thing? Basically just Dabi heating up his hands and using them on you), Cockwarming. Creampie. Vaginal fingering. Overstimulation.

Word count: 4.8k

If you had to pinpoint the exact moment when you realized there was no escaping Dabi, it would most likely be the first time he kissed you.

After a month of denying and suppressing how attracted you felt towards him, you finally caved in.

You would potentiate each other just like when fire meets gasoline. It started off as a gentle flame, but it soon increased in both size and intensity.

The young man was filled with anger and was the embodiment of pain and sadness, but you were equally as broken. He hadn’t expected you to retaliate the poison that would drip from his mouth.

What Dabi had failed to consider was that you knew exactly why he was keeping people at bay. He didn’t necessarily hate everyone. But anyone could become a threat.

So he’d rather push people away.

What he had also not considered was that fire needed oxygen to burn. And that most of the time, the walls we build around us aren’t meant to keep others out. They will just fence you in.

You could bear him being cold to you as a defense mechanism, but he couldn’t deny his fiery nature for long.

“Beautiful...”

There was something so innately blissful about having Dabi cracking his hardened surface to display this beautiful side of him.

It would have your heart fluttering and your breath coming out in shallow pants as you experienced having his vulnerability be given to you.

“So. Beautiful.” He went on, accentuating his words with gentle kisses along your jawline.

You allowed your fingers to rake across his scalp, feeling his soft hair tickle your skin.

“Do it.”

He knew exactly what you meant by that. His quirk was powerful and dangerous. You had had the opportunity of witnessing him go berserk with rage and cast his trademark blue flames around his targets. The heatwave that had hit you was surely enough to have you jolt in fear. Dabi had to live with the consequences of not being able to control himself when using his quirk. All the patchwork across his body was licking proof of that.

However, the sense of danger had adrenaline rushing through your veins, and feeling the feared villain light up his quirk just enough to warm his hands was definitely an aphrodisiac.

Dabi stopped and pulled back, beautiful turquoise eyes meeting yours. He was truly breathtaking. No scar in his body would ever be able to take away from how handsome he was.

He flashed a boyish grin at you — one that you had grown to adore — and you felt the mattress shift lightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

The sight alone was enough to send sparks rushing down your spine. Dabi took his sweet time admiring the view, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“See something you like?” You teased as you spread your legs farther apart.

He ran the palms of his hands slowly along your thighs, his eys lingering on your panties. “Pull them to the side, doll.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well what came next. He was too fucking good at this, and he was aware of that. Sex with him just felt like a whole new experience each time since he refused to stick to patterns. There was always something new, and that just added to the thrill.

Too bad you weren’t feeling like complying with his demands.

“Do it yourself.” You shrugged, slowly adjusting your panties to further accentuate your pussy lips.

You should know better than to challenge Dabi, but quite frankly you didn’t give a fuck, because it would just work in your favor in the end.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, keeping his voice calm, but his hands betraying the impatience as the grip on your knees increased. “Push them to the side... now.”

“Make me.”

Too bad Dabi wasn’t feeling like complying with your demands either.

Even though his room was poorly lit, the moonlight was more than enough to make you your jaw clench when his brought one hand to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Oh, he was fucking cruel.

Another teasing smile danced on his lips as he noticed your eyes glued to his crotch. You were too weak for this man. There was no way around it. No matter how hard you tried to prolong the mouse and cat game, you always caved.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his hand, especially when you saw it grip the growing bulge that he squeezed lightly.

“Seems like we have an issue, then, doll,” he chuckled, giving his clothed cock a few pumps. “‘Cause the way I see it... you really want this, uh?”

It took two to tango, so you tugged on the your panties once more, feeling the damp fabric rub against your clit and making you wince. You had underestimated his ability to have you dripping for him.

Your panties perfectly outlined your pussy lips, a silent invitation to the hungry man before you who wasted no time in dragging one finger along your covered slit.

“Doll...”

You flashed a devious grin while arching just slightly. “No.”

He had his other hand tightly gripping his cock, and you could see a discreet wet spot staining his sweatpants.

The scenery had you licking your lips in anticipation. “Let me see your cock, then.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You first.”

One of you would have to give up first, and there was only so much resistance you could pull off when it came to Dabi leaking precum because of you.

You hooked one finger around the lace of your underwear, painfully slowly pulling it to the side, the wetness clinging onto the fabric.

A low growl erupted from him. “Fuck.”

He pressed on your clit with his thumb just so he could hear you moan for him. It was swollen enough to be seen through your pussy lips, and that drove him crazy. The ultimate proof that you wanted him was at the tip of his fingers, quite literally.

Your eyes instinctively closed as he continued teasing you, spreading wetness along your folds. It came with no surprise that your hips would involuntarily buck against his hand.

“Dabi...”

“Look at me,” he asked, his voice visibly strained as he circled your clit back and forth with the pad of his thumb. “Open your eyes.”

You did as you were told, and, through hooded eyes, you found yourself staring at him dragging the waistband of his pants down, successfully freeing his hard cock.

He halted his ministrations at once, only to have your entire focus on him.

Just as you had imagined, a few strings of precum were dangling from the tip, and he gave his cock a few pumps just to squeeze more from him.

Dabi positioned himself closer to your pussy in order to have his precum drip directly onto your clit.

You bit back a whimper as his thumb mixed the liquid with your wetness. “Dabi... oh my—“

The word died in your throat as you felt the tip pressing against your entrance. Was he that horny to jump right into the main course?

He sighed. “I really need to fuck you.”

It was crude and it surely wouldn’t win any awards as the most romantic declaration ever, but it did win points in getting your pussy to clench as more wetness spilled from you and coated him.

He applied just enough pressure to have his tip slide inside you. “Let me fuck you... please.”

The urgency in his voice had you melting. How could anyone resist this request?

He leaned over, brushing his lips with yours, but keeping his hips in place. You threw one arm around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You could feel both hand gripping your things, and you figured it was taking all of his willpower not to slam his cock fully inside you.

But what’s life without a bit of fun, right?

Dabi hungrily suckled on your tongue, but you felt him freeze in shock. Both his eyes shot open and he gasped.

Oh. You loved it whenever you were able to get that reaction from him.

So you did it once again.

And he shuddered.

He was panting heavily as you contracted around his tip. Despite your heavy state of out, you still had a few tricks up your sleeve.

“Fuuuuuuuck....” his voice was coming out in broken and deep breaths.

Self-control definitely wasn’t Dabi’s forte, and you knew that you were playing with fire. Literally. You suddenly felt his palms heat up against your skin as the grip on your thighs tightened.

“Let... me...” He breathed, his face dropping to the crook of your neck. “Just...”

The safest course of action would be to indulge his request, but you also wanted to help him build up the ability to control himself once he got pushed over the edge. He had even asked this of you not long ago. It was hard for him to hold back when using his quirk against heroes and even harder when facing his father. So Dabi craved to be able to do so when having sex with you.

“Reign me in...” He had once asked of you.

He started licking and taking a few bites off your neck, the warmth of his hands never wavering.

You brought on hand to his face, carefully caressing the metal rings that traced his skin.

“How badly do you want it?” You asked him, squeezing around his tip once again. In reality, you knew exactly the answer to that question. His desperation was answer enough.

But you were now treading on a dangerous territory.

His teeth dug into your skin before he let out a moan. “Let me fuck you...”

You angled your hips in order to have him slide out of you. “Tough luck, Dabi. Control yourself better.”

The grin on your face widened when a pair of angry eyes met yours, and the heat coming from his hands increased ever so slightly.

He wasn’t smiling.

Well. Fuck.

He pushed his own hips to meet yours again, but this time he had his cock placed directly between your soaked folds and rubbing up against your clit.

Your grin dropped in an instant, and a he let out a satisfied chuckle. “Not so funny now, right?”

Dabi kept on sliding his cock up and down, coating it in your juices. The wet sounds that filled your ears were enough to have you fists the bedsheets, and it served as a further incentive for him to keep on teasing you.

One hand was placed directly beside your face so he could support himself as the other went to join his cock. The heat coming from is fingers was maddening and he pinched your clit, trapping it and sending jolts of pleasure across your entire body. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you felt a heatwave reach your cheeks. It wasn’t just coming from your own body’s reacting to the stimulation, but also from his own hand.

“Where’s that pretty smile now?” He rasped, focusing on your face twisting from bliss, otherwise he might let his composure falter.

“Dabi... fuck... fuck...”

It was really taxing having to keep his quirk at bay and only allowing a certain amount of heat to flood the palms of his hands. It took a lot from him to having to exert so much self-control. It was twice as demanding having to keep his dick from plunging inside you.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Please... just...”

Not so amusing now that the tables were turned, and you gripped the sheets tighter until your knuckles turned white. You wouldn’t last much longer if he kept sliding his cock in between your pussy lips like that.

Your eyes locked with his, and your opened your mouth in an attempt to say something, but only moans spilled from you.

“Just what?”

He pulled his cock away and replaced it with the palm of his hand. The metallic hoops had heated up significantly and when he dragged a few across your clit, that was when your body reached a new high.

“Oh my — oh my fuck—“

Dabi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked so delicious, and he didn’t even know how he was being able to withstand the discomfort coming from his cock. He would need to be buried inside you soon. It was such a waste to have you clenching around nothing when you could be milking him instead.

But he wanted you to reach your orgasm first.

He was so used to watching things come undone out of rage, that watching you come undone from the pleasure he gave you just made his cock throb. The thrill of building you up just to have it all crumbling down in the most alluring way possible was something he could not get enough of.

Your body had started writhing and convulsing, forcing him to lean back and press one hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Good girl... that’s it...”

You had your thighs desperately wrapping around him in the hopes of him filling the emptiness.

Dabi was going insane from how responsive you were being to him. To his quirk. He had grown up forced to live with the remainders of what it had done to him. The thought of having it being used to give someone pleasure was so fucking fascinating. Yes, it was exhausting to keep it at a low intensity, but the high outweighed the exhaustion by far.

The familiar sensation built up more and more, until it washed over you in a deep wave of pleasure. A shriek ripped through your throat from your lungs, and behind closed eyes you could see colors dancing over your vision, accompanying the molten streaks of pure bliss that shot through your entire body with every flick of the metallic hoops on your clit.

Dabi couldn’t resist it any longer.

He needed to feel you.

In one swift motion, he slid his cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy welcomed him with strong and rhythmic contractions that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He had to balance himself on both arms from the sudden overload of pleasure. It was clear he wouldn’t last long. The amount of teasing and foreplay was enough to sent him into overdrive.

Your fingers went up to grip his forearms as if holding on for dear life. Having his cock buried inside your pussy as you came made your mouth drop open. You felt your walls clamp around him viciously. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on his shoulder, spreading you enough before he started slamming against you with such force that the bed started squeaking from the motion.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was as you descended from your peak. Your heart pounded hard against your chest, but still not as hard as he pounded your pussy.

“Stop... squeezing... fuck!”

The overstimulation hit you like a train, and you felt tears stinging your eyes. Your fingers would leave marks on his arms, but you doubted he cared about it.

“D-Dabi... I...” you tried to reign him in, but gave up when his lips crashed into yours.

He was thrusting into you with an animalistic ferocity, all sense of control finally coming to a end. You’d clench around him whenever he hit a sweet spot inside you. The moans that came from within in were so hot that you couldn’t blame your clit for pulsing and your pussy for squeezing his cock.

Suddenly, you felt one hand groping your breast, fully enjoying how it bounced and defied gravity with each snappy strike from his hips. His eyes slid shit and his mouth was hanging open in a silent hiss.

You wanted to bring him over the edge. You wanted him to give it all to you.

To prove your point, you snaked an arm between your bodies and flicked at your clit just so you could your pussy to clench harder around his cock.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through the stings of overstimulation the need to have him come undone for you was just ecstatic.

That it for him. His eyes snapped open and the most beautiful growl rumbled in his chest.

“You are so... fuck...” Was all he managed to say before he began pumping in a final broken rhythm.

“Fill me up...”

The effect those words had on him caught you off guard.

Dabi let out a strangled moan as he buried his cock deep within you. “Oh... fuck...”

He shuddered a few times, emptying himself inside your pussy just like you had encouraged him to. You could feel a few streaks of cum coating your walls, and it almost sent you back to another orgasm.

He was panting heavily above you, cock still lodged inside you. When he looked up to your face he saw a few tears leak from your eyes due to the overwhelming overstimulation. Without thinking, he brought one thumb to wipe a clear droplet from your face.

Dabi no longer remembered how it felt like to cry without physical pain from having bloody tears spilling from where the staples held his skin together.

“Dabi?”

He shook his head and blinked twice. “Sorry...”

You didn’t want him to apologize for this. “It’s okay... don’t be sorry.”

Instead, the young man leaned forward and tasted the salty liquid that smeared your skin, wiping the tears away.

You couldn’t contain the low chuckle that erupted from you. “That tickles...”

He didn’t want to slide out of you just yet. Your warmth was too welcoming and comforting. If he had to find a name for it he’d choose home. Intimacy had been so scary to him. The vulnerability of it all had always frightened him, and for the longest time he didn’t think he would ever have this. Casual sex was good, but sex with someone you had an emotional connection with felt so much better.

Dabi let his body tumble to his side, physical exhaustion finally taking a toll on him. However, he slid one arm over your lower back to keep you tied with him.

His hair was sticking to his forehead from all the sweat, and you took some time to inspect a few strands through hazy eyes.

You gently brushed the damp hair away from his skin. “You need to dye your hair again.”

“Hmm.”

The roots of his white hair were starting to show, and even though you’d love for him to embrace his natural color, you knew this was not something for you to decide.

Some wounds took longer to heal.

His cock was starting to soften inside you, but that had no effect on him.

“Planning on sleeping like this?” You offered, but only half-joking.

His hand thoughtlessly caressed your back, and you shuddered as the metallic rings dragged along your skin. “Actually...”

Wiping a few beads of sweat from your face, you arched a brow. “What?”

A squelching sound filled the room as he slid off of you, and you couldn’t help but to pout at the sudden emptiness.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to have something else in mind as he got on his knees again, placing himself in between your legs.

It didn’t take long before you started feeling the warm liquid ooze from you. That definitely earned Dabi’s full attention as he watched in admiration.

“Proud of yourself?” You questioned with a gentle laughter. Just as you were about to prop yourself on both elbows, he had one hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, as the other hovered near your pussy. “Hey! Dabi...”

“I want to do this...” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just thinking out loud.

You had a faint idea of what he had planned next, and, if so, it would be something new for you both.

The young man hesitated for a split second before his middle finger joined the index, slowly collecting the few strings of cum that had pooled between you and the sheets. Not even five minutes had passed since your body had been sent into overdrive, and you could feel your insides twist in anticipation and you clit throb from the newfound stimulus.

Dabi paused once more.

Although, you’d been affectionate with each other for over a month now, you could still identify the remnants of his struggles with intimacy in moments like this. It had taken him quite a while to open up to you emotionally. It had taken him a great deal more to give himself to you physically as well.

You couldn’t help the loving smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Go ahead...” two of your fingers rubbed your swollen clit briefly before spreading your pussy lips invitingly.

That was all the incentive he was looking for, and in one swift mention he slide both fingers inside you, dragging his cum back inside once more.

He hissed deliciously when he felt you clamp around him. “Fuck...”

The hand keeping you down faltered, and you immediately seized the opportunity to position yourself in a way that gave you a privileged view of what he was doing to you.

“So much cum... fuck...” Dabi’s words came out in ragged pants as he fingered you slowly. “Don’t clench, doll... it will spill out again.”

“Then stop being so hot...” You half moaned, trying your best to fight against your reflexes. Your pussy was practically on auto-pilot. The obscene sounds that filled the room just made the task so much more difficult.

It didn’t take long before his turquoise eyes darkened and you watched him capture his bottom lip with his canine.

Oh fuck... he was getting hard again.

His cock was twitching ever so slightly, growing before your eager eyes.

“Dabi...” You weren’t even sure of what you wanted to say. The sight alone was enough to have your clit throbbing, but his thumb pressed on it was what had you involuntarily clamp down on his digits in a way that dragged a long groan from him. Even if he was someone who had to ability to mask his true emotions, the pleasure was splattered across his face.

You felt your pulse quicken further and shuddered from all the stimulation.

Knowing fully well you wouldn’t be able to comply with his request, he removed his fingers from inside you at once, bringing out a whine from deep within you.

A faint smile pulled at Dabi’s lips. “So responsive...”

You wrinkled your nose at him. “You’re stalling... please...”

“I’m taking my sweet time with you, doll. What’s the fun in rushing?”

His finger glistened with the mixture of your juices with his cum. Suddenly, his hands went to your ass to positioned you on his thighs. A very effective way of preventing any further leaks, no doubt.

Just as you were about to question why the sudden change in positions, he plunged one single finger back inside your pussy.

“I wonder...” he started out as if lost in contemplation while he coated his fingers once again. “Hmm...”

“Dabi...” you warned him in a low voice.

You were growing impatient. Very impatient. The heat between your legs along with your throbbing clit were driving you absolutely insane.

He was an expert in making you lose your mind, and he’d always use this to his advantage.

His cock was already growing harder and bigger with each passing second. You’d be more than willing to have one more orgasm, and considering the way you were clamping around him, and the blinding heat jolting through your clit and nipples, it wouldn’t take you too long to get there. The young man pressed your clit down with his thumb, circling it with just enough pressure to gather the most delicious moans from you.

“Good girl... you look so hot,” he encouraged, and you felt a pair of fingers spread your pussy lips. “Fuck... I wish you could see this.”

You were so close.

So damn close.

But things with Dabi had a way of rarely going according to plan, and just as you shut your eyes in anticipation for another high, the infuriating sensation of withdrawal made you whine.

“Put that back! Dabi! What the fuck?”

You were left clenching around nothing and he merely chuckled at your distress. “I don’t think I will, doll.”

Propped yourself up on your elbows. “I will end you. Fuck!”

He didn’t really care. Nor did he take you seriously. You sank back into the mattress, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed in your forehead.

“For fuck’s sake...”

You felt the bed shift beneath you as he leaned forward. “Open.”

Wait...

This was new.

Your eyes widened once you understood what he meant. His long index finger was a few inches from touching your lips, a few droplets falling onto your chin. The thick layer of both cum and your wetness covered the entire digit, and you oiled even see some wetness spread along the metal hoops carved into his skin.

Oh. That was fucking hot.

“I won’t ask again,” his demanding voice quickly snapped you out it. “Open. Your. Mouth.”

A part of you wanted to tease him and put up a front just to rule him up, but another part of you — a much more urgent and impatient one — just wanted you to let go and enjoy the ride.

The moment you parted your lips, he promptly shoved his finger inside your wet mouth, faintly teasing your tongue with it.

You suckled on it slowly and sensually, never breaking eye contact with him.

He hissed softly. “How does it taste?”

“You tell me.”

Acting on pure instinct, your hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Dabi’s widened in sheer surprise as you darted your tongue inside his mouth, allowing him to taste the liquid. You weren’t sure if he was enjoying it, but his body language was pretty telling after a while, so you kept going.

There was something really hot about having Dabi taste his own cum directly from your mouth. Maybe next time you’d have him lap at it from your soaked pussy.

He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, thin threads of spit mixed with cum and your wetness linking both of your lips together.

You smiled teasingly. “Good, right?”

Dabi licked his lips before wiping the excess with the back of his hand. “Well played, doll.”

For a few seconds all you could hear were the ragged pants coming from both of you. You looked down and noticed that his cock was fully hard, probably getting ready for the next round.

“Want me to take care of that?” You wiggled your brows at him.

He followed your stare, but rolled over to fall flat on his back, one hand wrapping around his cock while kicking his sweatpants off.

“It’s okay, doll. I know how much you love watching me jerk off.”

Ah. Damn. He was right.

The metallic hoops provided an interesting friction whenever he applied enough pressure. Considering he had nearly half of his palms covered in a single row of staples he just had to get used to the feeling, and soon enough he had found a way to have those work in his favor.

You shifted on the bed to scoot closer to him, and have your head resting on his heaving chest. As expected, you started feeling his cum leak from your pussy.

The two of you lay there in a comfortable silence for a while, until you felt his heartbeat and breathing evening out against your ear. He was lazily pumping his cock, but it didn’t seem like he was too invested in the task at hand.

You raised your head to look at a very much sleepy Dabi.

An instant loving smile fell on your lips.

“You asleep?”

Was that a smirk on his face? Adorable. “Yes, doll.”

He looked so peaceful. You’d never get over post-sex Dabi. Ever. You had witnessed his full potential as a villain, but you were just now getting to experience firsthand what it felt like to have someone like him opening up to you.

A few more minutes passed by, and you watched as he let go of his softening cock. You took his now free hand in yours and laced your fingers with his.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You mumbled to him when you felt more liquid ooze from you. Not that you actually minded the current predicamen.

He scoffed. “Your pillow talk fucking sucks, doll.”

[malachaiparkerimagines]

drizzle

word count: about 2.2k

warnings: heavy smut - public sex, cum eating, multiple orgasms etc etc, not proof read

summary: the rain was so pretty, but kai thought you were prettier. 

requested by @slut4kai

The air was still warm despite the sun having been long gone for at least an hour, you had somehow managed to drag Kai out to a look-out point not far from town to watch the sunset. The sky had drifted from the bright pinks and oranges to black and the stars glimmered above you, a soft rumbling could be heard in the distance but any chances of a storm wasn’t visible from the view.  

“It’s definitely going to start raining soon,” Kai stated but made no effort to move from the bench you’d been sat at for at least two hours. You glanced at him briefly, it was difficult not to ogle him as he stretched his arms out and looked back at the storm that was rolling in from behind you.  

“Can’t you do a spell and stop it from raining?” you giggled bringing his attention back to you, he rolled his eyes and a smile pulled at his lips at your enquiry.  

His hands roamed your waist pulling you from your seat next to him and turning you so you could straddle his lap. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

The way his hands rested against your waist and the playful glint that shone in his eyes made you completely forget the rumbling storm that was quickly getting closer. Kai had a way of doing that to you, making you forget the world around you and focus entirely on him in a way that you’d never experienced before, he could make you a flustered mess just by smiling at you from across the room.  

“What? You don’t think I’m funny?” you pouted, hitting his shoulder softly, his hand coming up to grab your wrist so he could intertwine his fingers with yours. A small grin plastered on his face to match the bashful smile on yours as a result of his actions.

He laughed lightly and leaned forward for a moment to press a soft peck against your lips eliciting a warm heat onto your cheeks. Soft raindrops began to fall when he pulled away causing both of you to look up and see the storm rolling in above you.  

“Sorry baby, but I don’t have a spell to stop rain.” he mumbled, his hands massaging your waist as the rain fell onto you both, “C’mon, let’s go home.” Your hand came up to his chest to stop him, a smile playing on your lips and Kai eased back into the wooden bench.  

“I’ve always loved the rain, it’s pretty,” you glanced at the sky but Kai’s gaze never left your face, his heart fluttering at the childlike joy shining in your eyes. The warm air contrasted the cold water that had begun to sink into your skin but you couldn’t have cared less. Your gaze returned to Kai, his eyes glazed with adoration, the reflection of your own eyes evident in his blown-out pupils. “Almost as pretty as you.”

HIs face flushed pink at your admission, he didn’t get shy often but somehow, you’d figured out how to make his insides go to mush and get his brain to stop functioning. You called him out on his blush with a giggle and it only flustered him more, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, burying his head between your neck and shoulder to hide his burning cheeks.  

The rain was coming down quicker now, soaking through your clothes and leaving goosebumps across your skin. “We should really go home; I don’t need you getting a cold.” he mumbled against your neck, his warm lips leaving a soft kiss against your cold skin. You whined softly at the prospect of leaving the haven you were in and a soft chuckle escaped from Kai at your response.

“I have another idea.” you claimed and moved yourself from his lap, he raised his eyebrows in confusion but you gave little indication of your thoughts until you kneeled on the wet grass just across from his crotch. The rain clouded your vision but the soft grunt from above you meant he enjoyed this idea just as much as you did, your hands gently pulled the sweatpants from his waist tugging at his boxers at the same time.

He hissed as the cold rain hit his semi-hard cock, his eyes were hooded and his breath was heavy when your hands wrapped around his cock pumping it softly, the rain making the movement smooth. “Gotta keep this warm,” you mumbled, it wouldn’t have been audible if his hearing wasn’t superhuman but before he could question you, he understood, the warmth of your mouth surrounded his hard cock and he cursed at the feeling.  

Your hair was now soaking wet from the rain but his hands managed to hold it in a ponytail at the back of your head, guiding your head slightly and pushing your head to take him further. Soft curses were drowned out by the rain hitting the ground but the occasional groan met your ears and spurred you on further. “Fuck, such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well.” His words stirred in your lower stomach and you could feel your panties getting damp despite the rain having soaked into them already.  

A rustle from the woods around you caught your attention and you abruptly stopped your movements, fear of being caught washing over you. Kai’s grip on your hair grew tighter as he continued to push your head onto his cock. “Invisique,” he grunted out, “don’t you dare fucking stop.”  

Almost immediately you continued bobbing your head, your eyes brimming with tears as his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly. A car drove past on a nearby road and a shiver ran down your spine at the prospect of getting if you weren’t cloaked, a small moan escaping you at the idea.  

The noise set something off in Kai and almost instantly, he pulled your mouth off his cock and dragged you up by your hair until you were straddling him. “Was so close to cumming in your mouth baby, bet you would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you?” You nodded desperately, grinding your covered crotch onto his exposed cock. The rain had started to calm, a soft drizzle coming from above but the rain was the least of your concerns.  

“Need you to ride me, can you do that?” he asked, his voice gruff and demanding. Although phrased like a question, you knew he wasn’t asking and it only became more obvious when he ripped through your wet leggings and pushed your damp underwear to the side. His fingers slid into your folds and you could feel yourself dripping onto his rough fingers. “So wet from just sucking my cock, such a good little whore.”

Whimpers escaped you faster than you could stop them, his fingers pushed themselves inside of you, his other hand steadying you with a hand on your waist and encouraging you grind against his fingers. The wet noises from your pussy grinding against his fingers almost blended into the background of the rain but Kai’s cock still throbbed beneath you from the sound.  

“Cum all over my fingers baby, want you to make a mess before I fuck you,” he grunted, the hand on your waist held you still as he thrusted his fingers up into you faster. The pressure built quickly in your abdomen; your hands reached up to Kai’s shoulders to steady yourself when your body began to shake from the intensity of the pleasure. “Atta girl.”  

After a few moments, your body began to recover and your whimpers dissolved into the air but Kai didn’t let up for long. His lips attached to your neck, both hands now resting on your waist and pulling your bare pussy to rest on his cock. You hissed at the feeling, still sensitive from your orgasm, Kai began to rock his hips slightly whilst sucking and biting at your neck.

“K-Kai,” you mewled, “fuck me, please.”

He pulled away from your neck, admiring the bruise that had bloomed from his action and smirked at your neediness. “So desperate for my cock, so fucking sexy.”

Before you could muster up a response his cock slipped inside of your sopping pussy, you gasped at the sensation of being so full. Kai’s head fell forward for a moment, his eyes scanning where your bodies met and his cock throbbed at the sight of your pussy dripping onto his already wet skin.  

You began to move your hips against him, starting in small circles just to relieve yourself of the tension that had built between your thighs. Your hands on Kai’s shoulders gave you the leverage you needed to start bouncing on his cock, your arousal made his cock slide in and out of you with ease.  

The cool rain did nothing to cool your burning skin which was only made worse when Kai pulled you back into him and carried on harshly sucking and nibbling at the skin of your neck. Moans died in your throat and your legs began to shake and your pussy throbbed and clenched around his cock.  

Your movements slowed as your thighs burned from your relentless bouncing as the pleasure grew in intensity, Kai picked up the pace. He gripped your hips and his fingertips were sure to leave bruises in their place and thrusted up into you, hard. Your head flew forward and your hands gripped his back, desperate for something to grab onto and settling for the material of his t-shirt.  

“This pussy is all mine, fuck, you’re all mine, my girl.” he mumbled, his words muddled with his thrusts and the sound of skin slapping against skin. His thrusts were harsh against your sensitive pussy and all you could manage in response was loud whimpers and curses.

Before you could say how close you were to cumming, Kai manoeuvred his hand from your hip to circle your clit, the way he played with your clit was delicate compared to the way his cock slammed into your pussy. “Cum on my cock baby, you can take it, fucking cum.”

That was all it took to have you writhing against him, your body shook and you almost ripped his shirt from how tightly you were grabbing it, your mouth fell open on his shoulder and you were sure if his shirt wasn’t already wet, he would’ve felt the spit that dribbled from the side of your mouth.  

“There you go, feels so fuckin’ good.” he grunted, his thrusts had slowed to help you come down from your high but you could still feel his hard cock throbbing inside of you.  

Your hips started to move on their own accord, desperate to feel him fill you regardless of your pussy hurting from the overstimulation. “Want your cum inside me, want you to fill me up.” Kai groaned, his own orgasm chasing him and he started to mercilessly thrust his cock into your pussy, your pussy was still clenching from your past orgasm and it only spurred him on more. “Want it so bad, please baby.”

It was just a few more moments until Kai threw his head back in pleasure, his warm cum spilled into you and left you feeling even fuller. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he sputtered out, his thrusts coming to a stop as his cock twitched against your sensitive walls.  

His cum dripped out of you from the sides of his cock and you reached down between you, your fingers brushed against his softening cock and his eyes snapped to you, your brought your fingers to your mouth, sucking off the warm liquid. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head at the sight and you could only giggle at the reaction.  

You lifted yourself off his cock, his cum dribbling out of you and down the side of your thighs, he quickly pulled your panties over your pussy and he collected the cum from your thighs on his fingers and pushed his fingers into your mouth. “Mm, perfect.” he grinned, pulling his sweatpants and boxers back over his cock.  

“You ripped my leggings.” you grumbled, attempting to move off of him on shaky legs. Before you could stand or sit next to him, you were pulled into his chest, his arms wrapping around you.  

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he smiled, standing slowly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Next time, don’t try and fuck me in public and this wouldn’t be a problem.”  

You pulled your head back to look at him, “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.” Any attempt of his to hide a smile was foiled when he saw the smirk that graced your lips.  

“Whatever,” he mumbled, a smile playing on his features that was joined by a blush when you threw your head back in a laugh, “let’s get you home.”  

[oreoambitions]

Previous Draft // Ao3

The courthouse doors open with a bang, and the sound of conversation tumbles out of the atrium and onto the courthouse steps. Security flanks Lena on either side, two uniformed bodies ahead to break the crowd, two behind to keep it from closing in around her. Lena keeps her head up, confident in the knowledge that she will appear to take this all in stride. In truth, she crosses the atrium in a sort of daze.

There are moments in a person’s life when time sticks and stutters, moments that linger beyond their natural boundaries, that creep and haunt and niggle at the mind. As she steps out through the courthouse doors, she understands that this is one of them. Time hesitates for her even as she passes into the chaos of lights and cameras outside, towards the waiting crowd of journalists shouting over one another in a fashion not conducive to anyone’s questions ever actually getting answered.

For an instant she’s back on the witness stand: the defense is demanding Supergirl’s name, and the judge is not intervening; the words I plead the fifth are heavy on her lips. That moment has passed, and it hasn’t. There will be ripples. All Lena can do about it now is try to keep those ripples to a minimum, for Kara’s sake; she must say nothing to anyone until they’ve had a chance to talk alone.

“Ms. Luthor.” 

The officer at her side encourages her forward, not quite touching her back with one hovering hand. Lena realizes with a start that she’s paused halfway down the courthouse steps. At the bottom, Supergirl drops out of the sky in a dramatic, press pleasing fashion. That soft warm smile is another echo of the courtroom, and Lena is reminded that Kara intentionally slipped out of the courthouse another way and circled back for the cameras. Lena has, rather uncharacteristically, committed a critical error in a critical moment, and now Kara is covering for her with theatrics.

It’s working. The cameras turn on Kara as Lena makes it down the last few steps and into her waiting embrace.

“I’m sorry,” she begins, half stumbling as Kara pulls her close, closer than usual, one hand hot at the back of her neck.

Kara turns her shoulder to shield Lena from the bulk of the cameras. “Not here,” she murmurs, so low that Lena is almost not certain she’s heard it. And then Kara pulls back, not quite far enough, and Lena is acutely and self-consciously aware of the sound of camera shutters snapping all around them, the closeness of Kara’s body, the gut wrenching feeling that the eyes of the nation are on them and the stage lights are all lit up and she doesn’t know her lines.

The judge should have intervened. Her mind keeps catching on that point, on the heavy pause in the courtroom, Kara’s expressionless face, the pounding of her own heart, the irrelevance of the question. It feels as though if she stays in that moment long enough, pictures it clearly enough, the judge will step in and this story will play out another way.

Time, of course, does not work like that. It stutters and sticks only in her mind, while in the real world the press clamors and Kara’s cape flutters in the quickening wind. 

“I’m so proud of you,” Kara is saying, her voice pitched so that the waiting journalists might catch words that, God willing, sound hollow to Lena’s ears only. “You were amazing in there.”

Lena is thinking about what the headlines are going to say tomorrow. Luthor and Super: Partners in More Than Crimefighting. Or perhaps, Luthor Makes False Marriage Claim on Witness Stand, Investigation to Follow.

Kara cups Lena’s face with one hand, and she snaps back to reality. She has about half a breath to catch up with what’s happening before Kara is closing the distance between them, and she hates to be a walking cliche, but oh. This is not how she has imagined their first kiss might go - not that she’s ready to admit to anyone except maybe Sam that she’s imagined their first kiss at all - and for a sickening second she feels nothing but regret. But then Kara’s lips are on hers, softer than her imagination has ever accounted for, and Lena is melting into her, kissing her back just at the edge of what might be considered chaste.

It’s an act, of course. If Lena’s heart flutters where she knows perfectly well Kara can hear it, can feel it, that’s just the nerves of the whole situation. Kara is, after all, kissing her on the mouth right there in front of God and everybody, shutters clicking all around them, reporters laughing and cheering in the background. It’s not unreasonable to feel a little something; her secret is still safe.

When Kara breaks the kiss, Lena chases after her mouth, and not for show. There’s that soft smile again, lipstick a little smudged, and perhaps she’s imagining things but Kara’s eyes seem warmer than they did before. 

Kara drops a second kiss onto Lena’s forehead. “Can I take you home?” she asks, her voice still pitched for the journalists on the steps.

“Please,” Lena replies. 

She tucks herself back into Kara’s chest as strong arms close around her. If anyone asks, it’s for the cameras. There’s a car waiting for her, and a driver who will have to be well compensated for the waste of his time, but it’s better if the press sees that she and Supergirl are leaving together, isn’t it? And nothing could be more memorable, more pressworthy, than flight.

And, Lena thinks, it’s better because, selfishly, she wants to prolong this moment of closeness. She wants to soak it all in: Kara’s smell, the brush of her hair across Lena’s cheek, the preparatory breath before takeoff. This is the moment Lena wishes would slow down for her, just this last moment when she can imagine to herself that what happened in the courtroom was a bad dream of little consequence, and that nothing between her and Kara will ever have to change.

///

Kara does not take Lena home. They fly instead over the wide arc of National City’s suburbs and into the foothills, and from there a little further still until they’ve reached the mountains above the city. Kara deposits them in a valley on the leeward side of a low peak dotted half with shrubbery and half with scraggled conifers, the names of which Lena has to admit she does not know. She rubs feeling and warmth back into her arms and resists the urge to ask where they are while Kara paces, the agitation and anxiety in the lines of her body a clear departure from the soft warmth on display outside the courthouse. When she rounds on Lena, it feels like the inevitable fruition of Lena’s mistakes.

“You told them we were married? Lena!”

“Technically I didn’t use those words.”

“Oh okay, so between my wife and my priest, which role did you think the court was going to assume you were alluding to?”

“What was I supposed to say? They had me backed into a corner.”

“It wasn’t relevant to the case! This was about Lilian. It had nothing to do-”

“It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t relevant, because the judge wasn’t intervening. I just- I panicked. I had to say something. I wasn’t going to lie under oath, and even if I were willing, what could I have said? Should I have thrown out some other name, thrown someone else under the bus? And what then, when it became obvious to the nation that I’d lied-”

“Oh, and you thought this was better? What are you going to say when they want proof? There’s no documentation. There was no wedding to document. Supergirl doesn’t exist as a legal entity, you can’t just-”

“Kara, I-”

“It’s just not like you not to think things through.”

They stand there staring at one another, Kara’s jaw clenched, Lena’s arms crossed tight across her chest. The sun is going to go down soon; Lena is already shivering a little in the shadow of the mountain. This is a mess, and it’s a mess of her own making, and she doesn’t know how to unmake it out here in the gathering dark.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I could have - I should have refused to answer. But then they’d have held me in contempt and thrown me in prison. And I’m willing to go to prison for you, Kara, believe me, but then you’d have broken me out because you’re a beautiful idiot, and where would that leave us?”

Kara’s mouth twitches up a little at the corners, and then she laughs outright. “I would have,” she admits. “What a mess that would be.”

“I know I messed up,” Lena offers.

“You were trying to protect me.” Kara scuffs one boot in the dirt. “They’ll try to hit you with perjury charges; you know they will. You might wind up in prison at the end of this anyway.”

Lena nods. She does know this. Some part of her knew it the moment the words I plead the fifth left her mouth, and yet, everything she’s protested to Kara is true. Those words were the only road open to her so long as that judge remained silent.

“Well,” Lena says, “You don’t grow up in the Luthor household without learning a thing or two about the loopholes of the legal system. Burden of proof lies with the prosecution; it would be very difficult to prove that a wedding didn’t happen.”

Kara tsks and turns on her heel to stare out over the valley. “Supergirl isn’t a legal entity. They could challenge you on the grounds that you can’t be legally married to someone who doesn’t legally exist. And if they found a judge more sympathetic to Lex than to you….”

“Not a difficult thing to find,” Lena admits. She stands in the fear and the evening chill for a long moment “I meant what I said, Kara. If I go to prison over this, so be it. Anything to protect you.” Anything for the woman I love, she wants to say, but Kara isn’t ready for that. Might never be ready for that. And neither, truthfully, is Lena.

Kara’s fingers have found the edge of her cape, and now she’s worrying at it in the fading light. She doesn’t look back at Lena for what feels like a long time, and when she does her expression is guarded. “I want you to promise me you’re going to hear me out before you say anything.”

“Okay….” Lena says. She tries to wrestle down her questions, her curiosities, her reservations. Anything for Kara, after all.

Kara takes a deep breath, looking for all the world like she’s readying herself to make a national address. “I have a terrible idea.”

[lesbobiwan]

omg babes congrats on 100!! I love your writing sm

if you'd like, may I suggest "19) "Do you need me to finger you first?" from the prompt list with either Boba or Wrecker?

you know their bulges be huge 👀

thank you so much!!!! finally an excuse to write about the legend of the stomach bulge!

#19: "Do you need me to finger you first?" + Wrecker (i got carried away with this one oops)

warnings: f!reader, the legend of the stomach bulge, dirty talk, size kink, squirting

You knew he was big.

Look at him.

You knew, realistically, that he would be big. But, you never really thought about how every part of him would be proportional to his considerable height and bulk.

Still, you're still in shock at the sight of Wrecker's massive cock sliding between your pussy lips, the head resting a good couple of inches above your clit.

Wrecker rolls his hips minutely, and the slide of his cock gives your clit the most delicious friction.

You've felt his cock before, of course. You've shoved your knee between his legs and let him grind against you until he came all over the inside of his blacks like a cadet, but he always stopped you when you tried to take it out.

You think it might be a good thing, because if he had shown you his cock earlier you wouldn't be able to keep your mouth or cunt off of it.

Still, your body is wracked with nerves as you're faced with the biggest cock in the galaxy.

Again, you know he's big. You shiver at the memory of him laying you on his bed and enveloping your body in his bulk, caging you in until you could do nothing but writhe against his fingers in your pussy. You think about the way his strong arms, with biceps bigger than your head, wrap around your hips to keep them down while he eats you out.

Wrecker hands trail down your sides until he's able to spread apart your pussy lips with his thumbs. The sound it makes is downright filthy, and you'd be embarrassed if you didn't want him to fuck you so much.

You watch in awe as his cock sinks further between your folds.

Fuck, it's so big. You'll be able to feel him in your fucking throat you think.

You force your eyes up to Wrecker's face.

His undivided attention is on the way your cunt gushes around his cock, getting it nice and wet for you but there's a feeling inside you that says it won't be enough.

He's sizing you up, you realize, seeing if his cock will be able to fit in your cunt. He wants to see how deep he'll be.

Your clit throbs and your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought.

"Do you..." you trail off, biting your lip as Wrecker's hands shift to your thighs to spread your legs further apart. Like this, you're fully exposed to Wrecker's hungry gaze. You think you'd let him eat you alive if he wanted to.

You feel childish in what you're about to ask — like a virgin all over again wondering if sex will be as good as everyone says it is.

You know it will be. Wrecker's made you cum on his tongue and fingers more times than you can count, plus that one time he had you grind against his thigh while still in armor, but he's never put his cock in you.

"Do you think it'll fit?" You finally ask, pushing your hips against his grip even though you know it won't do anything.

Wrecker's groan is filthy and he can't stop the downright vicious way he thrusts his cock between your folds, giving your clit that glorious friction it craves while your cunt gushes and flutters around nothing.

You drop your head back against the pillow with a sob. Fuck, he's so big. He'll never fit.

"What do you think?" he breathes, continuing to slide the length of his cock against your folds. He can't seem to take his eyes off the way your puffy cunt spreads around his cock and coats it with slick.

You can do nothing but pant with every roll of his hip. Maker, you think if he doesn't fuck you now you'll explode.

Wrecker is saying something, you know, but your world has shrunk down to only his cock and your cunt. Nothing else matters.

"Answer me," Wrecker demands with another devastating thrust of his hips. He takes one hand off your inner thigh to grab the base of his cock and slap it against your cunt with a wet splat.

You gasp and jerk in his grip. "Fuck!" you cry out, already aching for more.

"Do you need me to finger you first?" Wrecker repeats, resting his cock back against your folds. He keeps it there, staying perfectly still in a display of patience that Wrecker can only show in the bedroom.

Fuck, he's never gonna fit. He's going to ruin you. You'll feel him in your throat, for Maker's sake.

"Need me to stretch out your tight little cunt for my big cock? Huh?" Wrecker's hand wraps in your hair and forces your head up to watch how your cunt gushes and drenches his cock in your slick.

"Please!" you sob, unable to take your eyes off the magnificent sight. "You're so big, Wrecker, I think you'll break me,"

Maybe you want him to break you.

Wrecker wants to break you too if the way his cock jerks against you is any hint.

"I plan on it," Wrecker hisses against your neck before he releases his grip on your head to let your head fall back against the pillow.

~

Your world shrinks down, once again, to the sight of your cunt.

Your thighs tremble as Wrecker presses a fourth finger into your cunt.

"Tightest fucking cunt in the galaxy," Wrecker hisses, grinding his hips into the mattress to find even the smallest bits of friction. "You gotta relax for me," he soothes, sliding his fingers against the spongey part inside of you that makes your back arch and your mouth drop into a silent scream.

Pressure rises in your core like you've never felt it before.

Wrecker angles his fingers even more, now pressing against That Spot with unerring accuracy.

Your climax rips through your body, pleasure sparking from deep into your chest to the tips of your fingers. Your cunt spasms around his fingers that are knuckle deep inside you.

Your tipping point is Wrecker keeping eye contact as he lowers his head to wrap his lips around your clit.

You fall of the cliff of release with a shriek. Your body is wracked with convulsions as you gush against him, your cum flooding his face and fingers.

You can't even bare to watch. The sight is too much. Your body quivers like a leaf in a wind storm.

When Wrecker is finally done drinking from you — because that's what he did. Drink your cum down and lick his lips like it was the most delicious thing he's ever tasted — he rises back up to cage you in.

"What do you think? You ready for my cock?"

"Please!" you sob, still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Please, put your cock in me, please! Pleasepleaseplease—"

Your babbling is cut short as Wrecker pushes the head of his cock into you.

"Oh, fuck!" you cry out, eyes wide as you watch your cunt split open as hit cock sinks into you, inch by devastating inch. "Wrecker!"

Wrecker's hand drops down to your clit, and this gun-calloused thumb begins to rub tight and slow circles around the throbbing bud. "Maker, you're still so tight for me," he groans, rolling his hips to slide deeper inside of you.

You're speaking now — blubbering nonsense that means absolutely nothing except that you think Wrecker's cock is going to split you in half.

You were right. You think you can feel him in your throat.

Wrecker groans again, thumb speeding up against your clit, "Look at that," he breathes.

He's so close. Just a few inches left before he's completely inside, and every inch of him just wants to slam inside you but he knows better.

Besides, watching you tremble around him is one of the best sights he's ever seen. He wishes he managed to grab is holo-recorder to capture this moment forever.

"Stars, your pussy is just eating me up, pretty girl," Wrecker continues, finally — finally — sinking in to the hilt.

He stays flush against you as you wail your pleasure. Your hips jerk as best they can against his grip on you.

You force yourself to pick your head up and — Oh fuck.

"Wrecker!" you keen, hand scrambling against the sheets. "Look, you're—" you suck in a big breath, eyes rolling in the back of your head as Wrecker rocks his hips. "You're splitting me open!"

And it's true, because right there, above your mound is him.

The bulge of his massive cock is pushing through your skin and leaving an imprint in your tummy.

Wrecker's hips jerk, thrusting into you with devastating force. He can't seem to take his eyes off of the proof that he's fucking you — he's making tears of pleasure spring to your eyes.

"Oh, fuck, mesh'la," he hisses, somehow pressing deeper inside of you. His hand slides up from your clit, and you don't even have time to lament the loss before he's pressing his hand against the bulge.

The pressure is too much. You yowl at the feeling of Wrecker, both inside and outside of you, and your cunt clenches down against his cock as you cum a second time that night.

You don't think you'll ever be the same after this. You'll never be able to fuck anyone else. No one will ever compare.

"That's right," Wrecker coos, finally pulling his hips back and setting a punishing pace. "No one will ever fuck you the way I do. You hear me?"

Wrecker's hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to open your eyes and meet his gaze. "No one," he repeats, his voice drenched in a feral desperation.

"No one!" you agree, writhing uselessly against his cock and the catastrophic feeling of his cock splitting you open. "I'm yours!"

You clench down on him one more time as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. It's all so intimate despite the filthy way he's fucking you.

His thumb presses into your mouth for your tongue to lathe against, and he never breaks eye contact as he fucks you. His other hand stays on the bulge that appears through your skin every time he thrusts him.

"That's right," Wrecker breathes, dropping his forehead to yours, "you're mine."

You sob as another orgasm takes over your body. Tears are streaming down your face in earnest now but Wrecker doesn't seem inclined to slow down any time soon.

He's ruining you. True to his name, he's wrecking you for any other man, but you don't want any other man. You want him.

You're his. His. His.

[jessiebanethedragon]

Good Soldiers

Empire!Crosshair x Reader

a/n: takes place after the events of the first episode so SPOLIERS

warnings: kissing, idk angst

Word count: 1749

The Green Visor stares at you menacingly. Even though it is not powered up, nor is it being worn at the moment. Having wrenched it off of the sharpshooter whilst clambering over him as Wrecker held him at bay. The scratches on your face, the busted lip and bruises littering you body are proof of the intense fight you’d been a part of. To say you were grieving might not be too much of an overstatement.

To be honest, all of you were grieving.

The damage the five of you had to do to Crosshair just to sedate him so that he couldn't hurt anyone else was enough to give you all nightmares for years to come. You did not feel like you were crying, crying implies you almost had control over the tears on your face. These ones started falling before you were conscious that they had started.

The rest of the batch only had an inkling of what the sniper meant to you. Their proximity to the two of you made hiding your feelings impossible, but to the exact degree, no one knew quite how deep these feelings went. They could see his eyes soften when he looked at you, the lingering touches and prideful smirks. They could see you bat your eyelashes at his scornful glare when you asked for something, and they could glance at a smile only reserved for their brother.

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo never heard the whispered ‘I love you's’ in his bunk, nor did they know that you knew how his ungloved hands felt on every part of your body. Rough on the surface and soft underneath, just like the sniper himself.

You clutch your necklace in your hands as you cry. Aggressively wringing the chain through your battered hands in hopes the pain grounds you. But it couldn’t deny the truth. Crosshair was no longer the man you loved.

He’d shot Wrecker, electro shocked Echo, busted Tech’s glasses, and even though Hunter said he was unscathed, he was twitching at every noise.

“Hey.” It was Tech, moving to crouch down to your level from where you sit on the floor of the Havoc Marauder.

“Can I see him?” You ask, sniffling up the tears in an effort to look more like the warrior the men know you to be.

“I don’t think you want to.” Tech says while scanning you over with the handheld medical-whats-it. Nothing serious is wrong, and yet at the same time, everything serious is wrong. “He’s still… restrained.” Tech explains slowly. “There hasn't been a change in his disposition yet.” the scanner beeps as it delivers its report.

“So you mean he’s still on a homicidal rage to kill us all.” You simplify bitterly.

“When you put it like that he sounds exactly the same as before the chip.” You try to manage a fake smile at that, but even with all your acting skills piled together the curve only makes it halfway. It drops so quickly when you hear the sound of struggle followed by an anger induced scream that sounds too familiar.

The havoc marauder does not have a set of barracks or prison cells so the only way to keep Crosshair safe from himself and to keep you safe from him was to magnetize a pair of cuffs to the metal of the bunks, three sets total, one for his hands and one for each foot. You shudder at how dangerous he really is, and how you never noticed.

You’re making your way into the bunk area before Tech can stop you and you rush through the doorway, wisps of hair surrounding your dirty face and heaving chest.

Through the glare, he grits his teeth. Sitting with his hands pinned above him to the metal frame of the second bunk. Forcing him to sit on the edge of Tech’s bed.

“You’re clever traitors, I'll give you that.” He says, words slithering out threateningly. The commotion that caught your attention has bought the other four into the doorway as well.

“Ohhhhh,” he taunts. “The cavalry has arrived hasn't it?” you blink. A lot. Because if you blink fast enough the image blurs enough so that it looks like the man you love. Gingerly you step towards him, ignoring the hand that reaches out to stop you. You sit yourself on the bunk opposite.

“Do you… do you recognize me?” You ask, still clutching your necklace. He shifts as best he can in the cuffs and doesn't answer. “Crosshair…” You whisper hopelessly.

“CT 9904.” He corrects. You raise an eyebrow, and decide to switch tactics.

“So CT 9904 what do you make of CT 9903, CT 9902, and CT 9901?” you gesture to Hunter, Wrecker and Tech respectively.

“Enemies to the empire.” He states,

“You can’t reason with him with the inhibitor chip still inside.” Tech chimes in, making you sigh and look away from the prisoner on the bed and back at your necklace.

“Do you recognize this?” You ask softly, holding it out to him. His eyes narrow as he looks at it - but stays silent.

It’s a tense moment, the rest of the batch also analyzing the rough gem wrapped in leather that you’ve been wearing for as long as any of them can remember. How Crosshair would have a connection to it, they’re only just realizing. He was never one for much romance, but this gift was different. Given to you on shore leave far away from prying eyes, and confirmation that even though you could never tell anyone, he’d always be yours. The necklace was confirmation of a secret relationship and the only public display of affection either of you could show.

“Crosshair.” you press desperately, “do you recognize this?” His breathing becomes a bit more laboured, more stressed, more like he's fighting something.

“Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good-”

“Tech scan him again.” you demand watching as he begins to struggle against the bindings. Tech presses his way in the room.

“Hold his head for me,” he says before beginning a scan with a specialized tool that he's been young with for some time. You rest your hands on his face, one cupped behind and one so that you can rub calming circles on his cheek. It's the same way you used to hold him after missions that had gone less to plan.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says over and over as his eyes glaze over and become unfocused.

“Tech,” you say worriedly, desperately trying to coax Crosshair back to life and calm him down.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says with his head falling back, and you do your best to keep him supported.

“I’ve got it!” Tech shouts, looking at the left side of his temple. “Everyone out! I need to sedate him.” Your head flies up, you’re not keen to leave him, not when he's in this state.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“I can't leave him…”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“Wrecker get her out now!” Tech shouts and you feel arms like tree trunks around your middle and you can’t do more than wriggle as your hands slip from Crosshairs face as you're dragged out of the room.

It’s not too long later when Tech re-emerges but it feels like a lifetime to you. And before you can even get a word out he places a petri dish on the table, before leaving to go into the fresher. You rush back to find Crosshair laying on the floor, one hand still magnetized to the leg of one of the bunks. You doubt the cleanliness of the operation but if there's one thing the bad batch had in great supply it was Bacta and antibiotics.

There's a patch of shaven hair by his temple with a small bandage over it, and the drugs seem to be wearing off quickly because he's already shifting. You run a soft hand over his stubble. You’re scared to wake him, because if he wakes and it isn't the man you know under his eyes, you don’t know what you’ll do.

He groans, it's long and deep like the kind you're used to getting in the early hours of the morning when you get up to sneak him out of your bed and back into his bunk. Your name slips past his lips, and his eyes flutter open.

You’re ready to jump away, scared even though he's still bound. And you recoil when his arms reach for you and get stopped by the binder. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes meet the metal restraining him.

His eyes meet yours with tears falling from them.

“Crosshair?” you ask, “I need to know it’s you.”

“The necklace, I gave it to you.” He says, but you remain far from his grasp still. “It was the last day shore leave, at your-our place. We were in bed, the sun was rising, it was the first time I told you I loved you.” He says slowly, deliberately, in a soft voice he only uses around you. Unconsciously you move to him, his freehand wraps around your waist as he buries his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You pull him away only to press your lips to his in a kiss that’s a mess of tears, teeth and a need to be close to one another.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps when you break away the breath. “Maker, mesh’la i’m so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, unlocking the binder so he can hold you with both hands, before kissing him again, this time it is somehow more needy than the last, you can't get enough of Crosshair because now you know what it is like to lose him. Your hands reach under his empire blacks, partly because you want to burn every part of the empire to the ground and partly because you're desperate to properly feel him again. You feel his warm hands up your back as they go under your tunic and you keen into his touch.

Hunter clears his throat from the doorway.

“I was on my way to check on you.” He says after the two of you break away. “But it seems you two are getting on just fine.” Your face flushes bright red as Hunter turns away. “Good to have you back Crosshair.” Hunter says firmly.

Crosshair presses a kiss to your neck before smiling.

“Good to be back Sarge.”

[hajimesh]

MONSTER

+ pairing. demon!oikawa / fem reader

+ genre. smut

+ word c. 2,209 words

+ warnings. alcohol, dom/sub, oral, praise kink, creampie

+ author n. happy halloween !! i hope everyone is having/had an amazing day 🧡

your mother often warned you about the dangers of halloween parties. she’d tell you not to trust anyone, especially those with a mask until you could see their real face. there’s a tale she always told you about:

a young woman meets a mysterious, masked man on a halloween night…

the party’s in full swing, everyone holds the distinctive red solo cup as their bodies dance to the beat. your eyes trail over the place and they're met with a drunk frankenstein grinding his hips on a witch—a sight you weren't expecting.

“you made it!”

a hand lands on your shoulder and spins you away from the weird scene.

your classmate—the one who invited you to the party—gives you a side hug and when she finally releases you, she studies your costume.

“slutty 60’s girl? i dig it.”

“shut up.”

granted, you know the costume is quite revealing. a baby blue sundress that barely reaches your mid-thigh, paired with kitten heels and the distinctive sixties makeup that would make lana del rey proud.

another classmate joins you and they start rambling about an assignment you have no interest in, not for now at least. excusing yourself, you leave to go get a drink.

there’s a variety of bottles sitting on top of the dining table but before you can pick your poison, an unknown voice gets your attention.

“there’s a secret stash in the kitchen,” a man with a demon costume stands next to you, his eyes narrowing as he scans the bottles with a disgusted look. “and with way better quality drinks.”

sharp-looking horns contrast against his brown hair, a white shirt with the first buttons undone and black dress pants make him look straight out of a hollywood film. he could give young brad pitt a run for his money.

“i don’t think the owner would appreciate a stranger in their kitchen,” you manage to answer back, pushing your flustered state aside.

“oh, he’ll survive,” he waves it off, dazzling you with a handsome smile. “he’s smashed already.”

with a tilt of his head, he points at another guy with dark, messy hair and a matching costume, lying on the couch. you can tell the guy's fighting to keep his eyes open.

“come with me.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to reply, already walking ahead of you, so your only option is to trail behind him. he makes his way around the people easily, a few girls winking at him and boys patting him on the back which are all answered by him with a friendly smile.

once you make it to the kitchen, you notice the noise of the party has reduced considerably.

he hands you a beer—opened right before your eyes—and you give him an appreciative nod. “thanks.”

“oikawa tooru,” his charming smile is back for a second before it switches to a smirk. “you can call me master, though.”

shaking your head, you laugh at the joke and take a sip of your drink.

...he lures her to leave with him…

“on your knees.”

without thinking twice, you do as he says, ignoring the discomfort that comes with it.

two hours and a couple of drinks later, all of your inhibitions were gone and you wanted nothing more than to have oikawa fuck your brains out. lucky for you, he was hoping you’d allow him to do exactly that.

and he was very pleased when you agreed to go somewhere more private.

“what an obedient little thing,” he coos and you feel yourself getting wetter at the praise. “i want you to suck me as if your life depended on it, okay?” he says, smirking at how unaware you are of the meaning behind his words.

“yes.”

“yes, what?” he raises an eyebrow and you’re confused for a moment before you remember the words he said earlier.

gulping, you answer him with the most submissive tone you can muster. “yes, master.”

oikawa nods and takes his cock out of his pants, slapping the head on your cheek twice—your cue to open up your mouth. he quickly places it inside, your lips wrapping around the tip and giving it a harsh suck.

“mhm, you’ve been craving this all night. right, sweetheart?” his hand grips the back of your head, setting a comfortable pace for you.

“yes, i needed your cock,” you say after releasing him from your mouth, but a harsh tug on your hair acts as a reminder to be careful with your words. “master.”

“you’re such a cute, little whore. choking on your master’s cock,” his words are like an aphrodisiac, encouraging you to take him deeper. “fuck– i can feel your throat contracting around me.”

a mewl leaves your mouth but it’s muffled by the gurgling sounds of your throat being fucked by oikawa’s long cock. a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum drips from the corners of your mouth, and oikawa swears has never seen something so divine yet so lascivious.

...he shows his true form…

“you'll ride my face until cum drips out of you.”

your body shudders at the thought of his mouth on your most sensitive place. as he places himself down on the bed, you indulge a bit in your fantasy, wondering how his lips will feel, his tongue lapping at—

“are you making your master wait?” he snaps, a hint of irritation radiating out of him.

“n-no,” you’re about to climb up on the bed when the pointy horns catch your attention. “uhm… could you take those off, please?”

“hm? oh,” his fingers wrap around the horns, a playful look taking over his features. “i don’t think that’ll be possible.”

you notice his dark eyes flashing with a red gleam but it’s gone before you can blink again. blaming it on the alcohol, you ignore it and move until you’re straddling his face, your pussy right above his mouth.

“c’mere, baby. let me ravish you.”

his arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you down to his mouth and you shudder when his breath hits your pussy.

oikawa doesn’t give you time to adjust to the feeling, going straight to slurping like a starved man. his lips latch on you while his tongue laps up your juices, drinking them with a greediness he’s never experienced before.

your soft moans echo in the room as his nose rubs against you, inhaling your scent and sending him to a different state of bliss. it’s as if he could get high by your scent alone.

“master,” you breathe out, your hands going to his hair—gripping it—while you rub your pussy on his face.

he hums, the vibrations making your pleasure heighten considerably. opening his mouth, he lets his tongue wander until it pokes right on your slit, he feels your legs tremble and the harsh grip on his hair tells him you’re on the brink of your orgasm. his tongue glides in and out until he’s practically fucking you with it, his nose rubbing on your swollen clit.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” your hips grind against his face, not caring if he’s even able to breathe and only focusing on your release. “m’gonna cum, i’m gonna–” and with a loud cry, your orgasm ripples through your body, the familiar warmth taking over your senses.

your hips stop moving, but oikawa keeps lapping up at your pussy, savoring the creamy juices coming out of it.

“s-stop, too sensitive.”

oikawa takes a deep breath one last time and finally lets go of you, your body falling limply on the bed right away. he relishes the sight of you sprawled out, still riding off your high while he pumps himself a couple of times.

“are you ready for me, baby? i can’t wait any longer, i need to feel your sweet little pussy around my cock,” his tone is soft yet demanding.

if he had to be honest with himself, he is getting needy. and he has the flushed tip of his cock, wanting nothing else but your cunt to milk him dry, as proof of it.

“yes, master. please, fuck me.”

and that’s all he needs to place himself on top of you. you open your legs for him, your pussy in full display, and ready to take him in.

he rubs his length between your folds a couple of times, teasing you both, but once he starts sinking in he can’t help but close his eyes.

“shit,” your warmth sends his mind into a state of bliss, your tight hole stretching and creaming all over him. “baby girl, you feel divine.”

oikawa would’ve laughed at the irony if he wasn’t feeling overwhelmed by the sensation. he has known hell all of his life and he doesn’t remember it ever being this delicious.

you must be his piece of heaven.

once he’s all in, he exhales and opens his eyes to look down at you. your face is contorted in ecstasy, your mind turning into mush at how good it feels to have him pulsing inside of you.

oikawa starts a languid pace, one hand groping your tit and tweaking the nipple between his fingers while he drives his cock in and out of you. he can’t remember the last time he had a pussy so tight, so exquisite, and desperate for him that it's making him feel so close to shooting his load inside of you.

“master,” your tiny voice takes him out of his daydream. “faster, please?”

he hooks your leg over his shoulder, driving his cock even deeper making his balls smack against your ass. his eyes trail down to where you two are connected, watching his cock ram into your abused cunt relentlessly.

“so needy for me, huh? don’t worry, baby. i’ll fuck another orgasm out of you.”

your walls flutter around him, his words going straight to your pussy and making it clamp around his cock. you can feel it pulsating inside of you, the head reaching so deep it rubs on both your sweet spot and your cervix.

“i’m close,” your hand goes to his forearm, trying to get a grip on something, anything, that can keep you from passing out.

he collects a bit of your arousal with his finger and then starts circling your clit with it. “you can cum, baby. i want to see you gushing all over my cock.”

the constant feeling of his dick stretching you plus his touch on your clit, end up sending you to your second orgasm. your walls spasm around his cock, the snug grip making him see stars.

with one last thrust, he finally cums. his cock pumps three long spurts inside of your cunt and his hips involuntarily jerk forward when it keeps tightening around him. after a minute, he kisses your leg that’s still draped over his shoulder and pulls out.

you’re about to close your legs when his firm grip on your thigh stops you.

“not yet, let me see.”

your pussy clenches around nothing when his predatory stare lands between your legs, his eyes focused on the way his cum starts oozing out of your hole.

the last few moments feel like a haze. his voice seems far, sweet nothings coming out of his mouth, and the last thing you feel is his finger gliding over your slit before you pass out.

...by the next morning, she realizes how close to death she was.

“miss, miss. wake up.”

you fight to open your eyes—which takes you around a minute since they feel unusually heavy—and when you finally do, you see a man, not older than sixty, staring at you in concern.

“man, this always happens.”

you hear him murmur but you pay no mind. scanning your surroundings, it finally dawns on you that you’re not in your home. in fact, you’re in the last place you would’ve expected: the cemetery.

the sun is barely up, the atmosphere looking a bit somber and the crisp air making the hairs on your arms stand up.

“why am i here?” you turn to the old man—who must be the night shift guard—with panic rapidly flooding your heart. “what’s going on!?”

“did you meet a man last night?”

your heart rate spikes up at the odd question.

the guard sighs, visibly finding the situation tiring. “immortal creatures and spirits wander between us during halloween nights, you should be more careful.”

flashbacks of last night run through your mind. there wasn’t anything suspicious about oikawa, right? but then you remember how he never took off his horns and his pupils turning red every once in a while.

“every year, girls—boys, sometimes—appear here the morning after. most of them run with just a case of amnesia but there are others who don’t make it.”

you gulp, fear taking over your body as you realize how you let something—because apparently the man you met last night wasn’t human—have their way with you.

“i-i have to go.”

you basically run out of there, feeling as if someone is watching you but there’s no one else—apart from the guard.

there’s an odd sense of hurt in your chest, your heart sinking to the pits of your stomach, and you don’t know if it’s out of fear or because of the thought of oikawa doing this, every year, with someone else.

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Hi, I would like to request a full length Derek Hale smut if that’s okay. I can’t come up with a exact idea, but along the lines of something fluffy but smutty. Thank you in advance!

pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader // werewolf!reader 

warnings: smut → cute smut!, soft!Derek - what more could you ask for with that man honestly 😍, also just the basic fingering and fucking lmao. not proof read lol 

word count: 1.9k

plot summary: you moved out of town due to a new work opportunity that lasted for 18 months. it was known to almost everyone at beacon hills that you and Derek were an item, and as soon as you come home, you surprise him with a visit. 

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The plane ride had been slow and exhausting. All you wanted to do was just come home and breathe the bittersweet air of beacon hills; a home to many, especially supernatural beings. You had become quiet accustomed to the supernatural. That’s how you met Derek after all.

Derek was your trainer. he taught you how to survive, how to control the werewolf urges, and how to avoid detection from werewolf hunters. The more  time the two of you spent together, the more the feelings for the other would grow, and finally, after a few years of training with him, you both succumbed to the undeniable love. 

The airport was busy; filled with tired businessman, overjoyed couples finally reuniting, stressed parents trying not to lose their children in the chaos. Luckily you had your headphones on you, so you put back over your ears after getting off the plane. Your fingers stretch out and try to hold everything you’re putting in your arms. Your phone slips through your hand, and you curse while frantically picking it up. Grabbing your luggage bag, you book an uber and breathe out a reliving sigh as you walk outside, glad to get away from the mayhem. 

You hadn’t told Derek you were back. in fact, you hadn’t spoken to him in most a year. Your job was demanding, always wanting everything from you, and although you love what you do, it was exhausting. you simply had no time to talk to family, let alone friends from home, or even go out with colleague on their traditional Friday drinks night. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as the nerves begin to grow. Your fingers fiddle with your phone in your lap while you chew the inside of your cheek. 

The uber finally pulls up in front of Derek’s loft. the driver helps you with your bags, and you thank them politely. Rolling your suitcases up to his door, the nervousness builds even more, causing your palms to sweat. Softly, you knock on the door of his loft. It only took him about a minute to answer the door, and finally, there he is, standing so gorgeously in front of you. His jaw drops as he looks you up and down. 

“hi,” you beam with a wide smile. He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you so tightly, you thought you’d suffocate. You didn't mind though, in fact, you hugged him just as tight, feeling nothing but safe and sound

“I-you-oh my god,” he babbles, still in shock. “you never told me when you were coming back.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

he hugs you again, picking you up and spinning you around. Derek kisses you passionately, instantly humming into the softness of your lips.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he mumbles against you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beta.” beta. a nickname you haven't said in so long. You used to tease Derek by calling him ‘beta’ to remind him he wasn’t your alpha wolf. 

He rolls his eyes, planting yet another kiss on your lips. Your lips move in sync, getting deeper and more passionate with each movement. Derek’s calloused hands slide up your arm, shrugging off your jacket before leaning down to pick you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, pulling at his hair as he holds you against a wall. 

“I’ve not even been here for 5 minutes and you’re already undressing me,” you tease as he removes your shirt and bra. 

“I see you’ve still got your Beacon Hills charm,” he teases right back, lips connecting effortlessly on your neck as he sucks a hickey. 

“And you’ve still got yours.” You drop down, and rid his shirt before dropping it beside you. He helps you unbuckle his belt, watching as you drop it near his shirt. Your lips smash together again, both of you not bothering to pull away as he shuffles out of his jeans. 

Derek turns you around, the coolness of the wall can be felt against your chest and stomach. You shiver and feel his fingertips graze along your back before finally pulling your pants down. Kicking yourself out of them, you turn back around and wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss once again. He pulls away, his hand holding yours as he guides you to his bedroom.

Derek shoves you against the wall, kicking the door to his bedroom shut. He trails kisses down you neck, hands snaking around your back to unclasp your bra. A giggle passes your lips as you slightly push him off you, your hands taking his as you lead him to the bed. He pushes you down gently and crawls up your body, kissing up from your stomach to your collarbones, to both of your exposed breasts, to your neck, and finally, to the soundness of your lips.

Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling at the ends as you both deepen the kiss. Derek pulls away and drags his fingertips up your body, chuckling as he feels the goosebumps grow on your skin from his touch. He shuffles down the bed slightly, lips attaching to your breast while his hand squeezes the other. You moan softly and tug his hair. You almost forgot how sex was like with Derek; he always gave you so much attention that there was no part of your body he hadn't touched or kissed.

Dark marks are scattered all over your chest. Though he knew they would heal quickly, he wanted to see you marked from him; that he was finally yours again and no other man could have you except him. That was one of the things you remembered from what Derek loved doing to you; he loved marking his territory. He leans up and plants a rough kiss on your lips, causing you to whine against him. Just as he detaches from you, you pull him right back down, wanting to kiss him just a little bit longer. Derek chuckles and pulls away, leaning his head against your forehead.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he whispers, planting a delicate and loving kiss on your forehead. You giggle in response, lifting his chin up to kiss his lips again. Derek shuffles down the bed, trialling kisses all the way down until he reaches your thighs.

Your heart flutters with such awe as you watch Derek kiss your inner thighs; paying attention to the way his lips purse while he kisses you, and to the way he’s so gentle with you despite being so eager and needy for you. Derek grazes a finger up your clothed clit and you gasp at the feeling. Taking the fabric of your underwear between his fingers, Derek gently and slowly pulls it down your legs, throwing it behind him. He watches your reaction intently while he rubs small circles on your clit. Your head fell back into the pillows as you whine, bucking your hips up for more.

“God, I missed this,” you breathe out a breathy moan, hands coming down to his hair and tugging it gently, remembering how much he likes it. Finally, his tongue licks a stripe up your folds, instantly humming at the sweetness of your taste. It had been so long since the two of you had slept together, he almost feels ashamed at how he forget what you tasted like.

He sucks at your clit before swirling his tongue on your clit, eliciting a rather loud moan from you. You buck your hips against his mouth, a sign that he remembered as wanting more. His fingers tease your entrance; toying and circling the area before finally thrusting into you.

“Derek, fuck,” you moan. You walls tighten around his fingers, causing a beautiful grunt to slip from his lips, the vibrations transcending onto your clit so nicely, you whine out for him again. The grip on his hair tightens as he curls his fingers and massages your g-spot. Your body shakes as waves of pleasure shoot throughout your body. You're close. The tightness in the pit of your stomach rises with each lap of his tongue and each flick of his fingers inside you.

“Derek, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” you moan loudly, grinding your pussy against his face. He mumbles an ‘cum for me’ against your core, which only made your orgasm come faster than you expected. With a loud moan and a string of curses rolling off your tongue, you cum on his fingers. He groans as he feels your walls pulsing, and the pure sound of you moaning just for him makes him even harder and the craving he has for you becomes more intense than ever before.

“fucking hell,” you chuckle, panting from the intense high.

“Was that better than you remembered?” Derek teases, crawling his way back up to you. You giggle and pull him in for a kiss.

“much better.” Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Using one of your legs, you manage to push his boxers down to his knees before he leans down and takes them off himself. You stare into his captivating eyes while you wrap your hand around his cock. He sucks in a breath as he shudders, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of you slowly pumping your hand up and down.

“Angel, I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that,” he groans out, pressing his forehead to yours. Detaching your hand from his cock, you drag your nails up his back. Derek leans over and grabs out a condom from his nightstand before sitting up slightly to roll it on. He kisses you're forehead as he pushes in, both of you sighing out in pleasure. Derek laces his fingers with yours, bringing it to the side of your head as he rocks his hips harder into you. Your moans are so soft and delicate, a smile cracks on his face. His lips trail kisses down to your neck again, hips rocking faster as moans become louder. 

with your free hand, you claw at his back. He lets out a moan and shifts his body to bring your leg around his shoulder. Derek thrusts faster, sitting upon his knees to drive his cock in deeper into you. Your back arches in response to the immense pleasure, body tingling with satisfaction and a dopey smile appears on your face as you moan. 

“fuck, Derek, you’re cock feels so good,” you whimper. He chuckles in response, thrusting harder into you which makes the bed rock against the wall. You grip the sheets to try and ground yourself, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure your body was undergoing. 

“you gonna cum, baby?” he asks, taking his thumb into his mouth before rubbing faster circles on your clit. 

“mhm,” you whimper, eyes squeezing tighter as the pressure in the pit of your stomach builds and builds. Your body shudders underneath Derek’s as you cum around him; walls pulsing and strings of moans and curses spill from your lips. 

“shit, I-” before Derek could get another word out, his cock twitches inside you and he’s hips still for a moment as he cums inside the condom. 

“oh god,” he moans, rocking slowly into you. He gently pulls out and instantly attacks you with kisses. You giggle in response, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer to you. 

“Please don’t ever leave me again,” Derek whispers against your lips. 

“I promise.”

[starryluce]

mommy

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin and Sirius Black) x reader

Dom! Sirius x Sub! Remus x Switch! Reader

Rated- E (explicit)

Words- 1180

Warning- SMUT (Remus has a very big mommy kink, Remus gives Sirius a blowjob, Face Sitting, Minor Bondage, Hand job, Vaginal sex), I did not proof read this

Summary- Remus just wants one on one time with you but Sirius keeps getting in the way causing Remus to lash back at him

It had been a while since you and Remus had one on one time together, being in a poly relationship with Sirius didn't leave much time for the two of you to be alone — either all of you were together or one of you was with Sirius.

It wasn't much of a secret that Remus was more loving and affectionate towards you, yes he loves the two of you equally (except when Sirius was being an asshole or giving him a harsh punishment, in that case, he loved you a bit more), but there was something about your touch that was more caring, gentle, and more loving than Sirius’s — also the fact that you didn't punish him often and would talk Sirius into not giving him as harsh punishment helped. A simpler way to describe Remus’s love for the two of you is that he wanted to be Sirius’s slut but he wanted to be your good boy. When Sirius called him a slut he blushed but when you did it he felt ashamed and disappointed in himself.

Remus loved being with Sirius but sometimes he just wanted to be with you his mommy and one of those times were now.

So here the two of you were a cute cuddle session turned into Remus whimpering beneath you as you rode him, bouncing up and down on his cock. Remus never had felt happier to get a good grade on his test as if it wasn't for that you wouldn't be riding him as a reward for being a good boy. One of his hands were on your waist holding onto you and the other was playing with your breast and nipples, tracing small patterns on them and occasionally pinching your nipple very softly, he would never pinch it enough to hurt you or even startle you — he was your good boy after all. The amount of pleasure you were giving him felt so good it almost made him cry, but he didn't he just whimpered a bunch of mommys, as you bounced quicker in his cock, his whole cock fit inside you so well, like he was made for you.

“My turn,” Remus’s happiness disappeared in an instant as he lifted his head slightly to lock eyes with Sirius as he walked over to the two of you, lifting you off Remus’s cock and on your back, quickly removing his pants and boxers to line his already hard cock to your wet pussy. Looking up at you for consent, you nod and he enters you causing both of you to moan loudly.

“NO!” Remus shouted, causing Sirius to stop instantly looking at the angry boy.

“I want MY mommy,” Remus began “You can’t take her away from me like that. It’s not fair you always have her, never get her to myself,” he complains. Sirius stared at him, anger appeared in his eyes, Remus gulps knowing he made a huge mistake talking back to one of his Doms. As you stare at Remus partly in shock and partly in pity.

“Excuse me?” Sirius states sternly, his hand reaches to grab his neck, Sirius’s cock still inside you.

“Do you think you can call the shots now?” Sirius asked, his hand gripping Remus's neck tighter but not enough to cause him any major pain.

“Yes,” Remus says a strange wave of courage took over him, gritting his teeth. Sirius's hand tightens more on Remus’s neck.

“Give me a fucking show then,” Sirius states, spitting on his face, “you’ll get your fucking mommy and she’ll fuck you until you're begging her to stop, you fucking slut” Remus whimpers as Sirius words. “Do you understand?” Sirius questioned, Remus not answering. “I asked you a fucking question,”

“Yes Sir” Remus grits through his teeth, Sirius slaps his face “Try again”

“I understand, Sir,” Remus says, not giving him an attitude this time.

Sirius slips out of you, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. He gets off the bed a drags a chair to be seated next to the bed.

“Do you remember your safe word, baby boy?” you ask Remus, he nods. “Can you say it for me, baby?”

“Red”

“Good Boy,” Remus smiles at your praise

“Tie him up” Sirius demands, you open the draw on your nightstand pulling out two black ropes. You rub his wrist gently before tying the rope around them and then tying them to the bedpost. Here Remus was again back in his sweet submissive state, his jealousy complete gone “Good girl” Sirius praises you, “Now make him cum just using your hands,”

You start off placing your thumb on his tip spreading his precum, instantly making Remus moan, “Be rough with our puppy” Sirius states, focusing on the tips of his cock, squeezing tightly, and whipping back and forth over his sensitive head. “Feels so good Mommy”

“Do her hands feel better than mine? Can your mommy please you better than I can?”

“Just different types of pleasure Sir,” Remus states, somehow still forming his sentences. You move to the base of his cock pumping up and down quickly.

“Mommy!” Remus shouts moaning, “can't hold it”

“Please let me cum! Pl- pleas- please”

“Cum for me” you give him permission, his seeds now painted on his chest. Sirius takes his fingers and takes his cum on his fingers, moving it to Remus’s lips. “Open,” Sirius states, Remus obeys him, tasting his cum in his mouth. “Suck” Remus sucks his cum off Sirius's fingers, Sirius almost thinks he should forgive him at how adorable he looked obeying him. almost.

You kiss the tip of Remus’s sensitive cock making him moan, “I think you need to pleasure your Mommy. She made you feel so good, don't you think she deserves it?” Sirius questioned him

“Yes, Mommy deserves all the pleasure.”

“Tell you what you can please your mommy but you have to get punished first or mommy doesn't get pleased at all but you get no punishment. Which one will it be?”

“What kind of punishment?”

“You’ll find out after you chose”

“I’ll take my punishment” Remus sighs sadly, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. You move to give Remus a sweet kiss.

“Just let me please mommy”

“Going to take your punishment first, baby boy” Sirius Staes, starting to untie Remus.

“Now get on your knees on the floor”

Remus moves to be in that exact position, on his knees his head right in front of Sirius’s hard cock. “I’m going to fuck your face pretty boy and then depending on how good you did ill decide the number of spankings you get”

“Open your pretty mouth for me” Remus obeys, the rest of his head remained still. Sirius began fucking his face, his hand going to Remus’s hair, tugging on it. Sirius began getting more rough Remus choked as his eyes started watering.

“Doing so good for him, baby” you praise him, Remus moves his right hand over to you, you immediately moved to hold it. Remus finally got his breathing under more control, glancing up to see Sirius’s pleasured expression, he gave Remus a smirk. Remus knew he shouldn’t have been enjoying this but he was.

“Going to cum down your throat,”

And with that he did and Remus swallowed it like the good boy he was. Remus let go of your hand once Sirius’s cock left his mouth.

“Tell you what pretty boy, I’ll hold off your other punishment until tomorrow, and maybe if your good you won't get it at all. But for now, go please your mommy she deserves it”

Remus nodded, letting out a “Thank you, Sir” and kissing Sirius on the cheek.

Remus laid down on the bed, waiting for you. You climb on top of him quickly, straddling his waist “You look so pretty for me and Siri baby” you start peppering kisses on his thighs. “I want to please you. Please let me” you raise your eyebrow. “What did you have in mind”

“Want you to sit on my face, mommy”

“Please, mommy? Pretty please?” he begs

“Going to make me cum on your tongue, like Sirius?” Remus nods his head quickly. “Look at our little cumslut, Sirius”

“So pretty” Sirius comments

You move to straddle his face, using the headboard so your weight is not completely on him. Remus starting eating out, you began grinding on his face, he was so eager to please, like it was his only goal in life.

When he moaned against your clit you reached down to tangle your hands into his soft hair, holding him in place. Remus took the hint, his tongue eagerly circled your clit

“You’re so good at this, you were made for this to please mommy. Such a little cumslut, letting me and Sirius use you like this,” Remus moaned, a familiar feeling rushing over you, causing you to grind down harder, Remus’s lips now covered in your arousal, as you continued to feel the pleasure building, getting closer and closer to a release each time. You tilt your hips, causing Remus to plunge his tongue deeper in you, completely ignoring the fact he needed air. He just had the desire to consume you. As his tongue explored you, your clit rubbed against his nose.

Moans escaped your mouth along with praise. Sirius still stood at the edge of the bed, watching everything.

Tugging harshly at his scalp, you moaned loudly as you let yourself go, moving out his name as you released. You continued riding out your highs, cum spilling all over his face as he clumsily ate out your cunt still.

“Did so good for me” Smiling softly.

You rolled off him, Sirius had left without the two of you noticing. But quickly he comes back with a damp washcloth. Sitting at the edge of the bed Sirius began cleaning you up (even though Remus already did a pretty good job with that with his tongue). He gave a sweet kiss before moving over to Remus and getting your leftover arousal off his face. Remus leaned up giving him a kiss, Sirius loved that he could taste both of you on his tongue.

“Alright, I want to be in the middle,” Sirius states

“But you're the do-” Remus began

“Can doms not be in the middle?”

Remus just smiled at him, “Of course they can,”

So here the night ended, you spooned Sirius as Sirius spooned Remus.

[elysiadjarin]

Sword and Shield 5

Tags: Bad Batch x reader (you), fem!coded, poly!relationship, multi-part series, nonhuman!reader, Echo later on

Part 4: https://elysiadjarin.tumblr.com/post/654625612928008192/sword-and-shield-4

Warnings: mentions of rough past, abuse, slavery, brief harassment.

5: Revelations

It had been months and several missions of varying success before you finally circled your way back to Coruscant and the GAR. Hunter had said that you’d needed to check back in with Commander Rex, hence the beeline he’d made for the GAR.

You’d wanted to ask if you could go say hi to the 501st, but you’d bit your tongue against the request. You didn’t know, after all, whether he had some other plan. You didn’t want to seem like you didn’t enjoy working with the Bad Batch. You did. A lot, in fact.

Your mind wandered a little as you fiddled with the strap of your bag, waiting to land and meet the Commander. You’d probably have to report to him about your integration into the team. Commander Rex had recommended it, after all, and you’d been trying your best to live up to the honor of his recommendation and try to work hard to integrate and be useful to the team.

You’d hoped, after so many missions, that you’d at least done his recommendation some justice. Commander Rex had been very kind to you, considering your past. Kind, and generous. Everyone in the 501st had. Especially after Lola Sayu.

“Shiv. Shiv.”

Your head snapped up. “Sorry!” you squeaked, shaken out of your train of thought.

Hunter raised an eyebrow. “No problem, just wanted to make sure you were ready.”

You nodded. “Yes, of course.” Slinging the bag around yourself, you gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, just... got distracted.”

“Bout what, Shiv?” Wrecker blundered into the cockpit, catching your last sentence. “We almost there?”

“Keep it in your bucket, we’re about to land.” Hunter rolled his eyes.

“Fine fine.” Wrecker squinted at you. “What’s up, Shiv?”

You gave him an uncertain smile. “Well... I know I’ll have to report to Commander Rex, is all. I mean, I’m not scared of him or anything,” you hurried to add, “I’m just- I’m a little nervous because I mean, you know, he was the one who recommended me to Force 99 and I- I just hope that... I mean...” You winced, chewing your lip and wishing you hadn’t blurted so much.

“Hope what?” Wrecker gave you a slight frown, eyebrows furrowed. “He won’t be mad at you, will he?”

You shook your head. “Oh- no, I don’t- I don’t think so. I just...” You glanced past his shoulder, catching sight of Crosshair standing in the doorway. “I just hope that I’ve... I’ve lived up to his recommendation,” you admitted in a small voice. “I know I’ve been- it’s been a bit of work to- to adjust, and I- I did do the kinda stupid thing on our first mission. I just- I want him to not regret recommending me, is all.”

Tech turned from his seat in front of you. “Why would he, Shiv?” he asked, voice lilting as he blinked under his goggles. “If you didn’t manage to integrate with us, that would be our fault, not yours. After all, you’ve been doing the bulk of the work. If all of your work isn’t succeeding, then it must be something we haven’t been doing to properly acclimate to you.” His statement, while clinical, made you smile despite yourself.

“Thank you, Tech,” you said shyly. “I do really, really like working with all of you. I... I don’t want to let you all down after you’ve taken a risk in welcoming me.”

Wrecker let out a bellowing laugh. “Don’t be stupid, Shiv!”

You couldn’t even be offended if you wanted to at the cheerful, utterly ingenious statement. A smile would cross your lips as you watched his animated face, his arms waving as he plowed on.

“We’re not letting you go now, not even if Rex tried! You’re one of the Bad Batch. I mean, you even got hurt for the Sarge and Tech. That’s proof right there for us.”

“Wrecker’s right,” Hunter spoke up, glancing at you briefly. “As long as you’re comfortable staying with us, then we consider you one of ours.”

You nodded, happiness lighting your chest with warmth. “Thank you. I- I really do want to continue to do my best.”

The ship landed, and you followed the others as they started to walk to the ramp. You trailed a little behind, the nervousness a little alleviated thanks to the others’ words, but still trying to mull over what you’d say to the Commander. Used to being the last one in line, it surprised you a little when Tech dropped back to walk beside you.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked, voice pitched a little lower.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I noticed you were walking a little behind, so...”

Your mouth opened a little. “O-oh... I mean, I’m just used to being at the back,” you explained haltingly. “As a weapon, it’s convenient for me to- to watch the back... I mean, normally. It’s sort of- it’s become habit.” You flicked your eyes down, not wanting to go further back to the days when slaves were taught to keep behind your master, don’t ever make eye contact with anyone above you, protect your owner.

“You don’t have to do that with us, you know, Shiv. I mean,” Tech said, adjusting his glasses, “If we need to fight you should probably be in the middle of us anyway.”

You smiled at him, grateful for his thought. “Thanks, Tech.” So you kept in time with his steps, approaching Commander Rex who was waiting.

“Welcome back, Force 99,” he greeted calmly, nodding to everyone. “Looks like you came back without injuries.”

Hunter saluted. “Well, not quite, Commander, but I think we’re in pretty good shape.”

“Not quite?” Rex raised an eyebrow, eyes scanning you all. They lingered on you for a moment. “You seem fine.”

“Healed now, Commander,” Hunter confirmed. “Shiv took the worst hit our first mission, though.”

You winced, lifting your hands and waving them awkwardly. “It’s f-fine, Sergeant, C-Commander!” you squeaked loudly, voice pitching higher. “I’m fine, just- just a usual battle occurrence, you know-“

But Rex approached you with a frown. “Shiv, we all know you usually don’t get normal injuries,” he said severely. “Did you try too hard and get distracted again?”

You ducked your head, feet shuffling as he called you out. “It was my fault, Commander-“

“Bantha poodoo,” Hunter muttered, rolling his eyes. “It was my fault, Commander. I distracted her unintentionally and got her hurt.”

You looked up at Rex, eyes wide. “It’s not his fault. And I’m fine, really-“

He sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “If you’re really so fine, I suppose you wouldn’t mind going to let Kix take a look at you, then,” he said dryly.

You glanced at Hunter. “Um...”

Hunter just nodded. “You have our comms if you need us.”

You gave him a skittish smile. “Th-thank you, Sergeant. Um- Commander Rex, about a report-“

Rex waved you off. “Don’t worry about it, Shiv, I’ll get it from you later.” He dismissed you.

You reached out and brushed a hand against Tech’s arm. “I’m gonna go...”

He nodded. “Comm if you need anything.”

You nodded and turned to flee, hurrying through the door. You wanted to go see the 501st, especially Kix and Fives, your best friends. By the time you made it to their quarters, your anxiety had started to gnaw at your stomach again. You wanted to see them, but.... what if they were busy, or-?

The door burst open, and you staggered backwards at the unexpected motion. A gasp wrenching from your mouth, you flailed just as a hand caught your arm and kept you from falling. Hands grasping at the sleeves of whoever had caught you, you looked up through mussed hair.

Surprised eyes stared back at you, before a wide grin split the familiar face. “SHIV!” he hollered, grabbing you and pulling you into a tight hug that felt comforting despite crushing the air out of you. “Yo guys, Shiv is back!” Jesse, Kix, and a couple of others grinned and greeted you, while you waved back sheepishly. Fives dragged you over to the bunk, sitting you down.

“How did it go? Haven’t heard from you in a while, are you good, Shiv? Did you go on any good missions? How’s the Bad Batch coming along? Did everything work out?”

You defensively put up your hands, smiling. “I’ve missed you too, Fives, but uh- technically Commander Rex told me to come get a checkup from Kix-“

Kix was at your side in a heartbeat, frowning. “What? Did you get injured? Where?” he demanded, grabbing at you.

You held out your arm. “It’s fine, it’s healed, but he wouldn’t let me finish the story,” you said with a bit of a sulk. “It was just me being stupid and getting distracted-“

“You mean, you getting worried and trying too hard.” Kix rolled his eyes at you as he observed your arm. “Looks fine to me, did you get it patched quickly?”

You tried to look away, not wanting to admit to the severity of the damage. Kix’s eyes narrowed. “Shiv,” he said, voice warning.

You came clean, crumbling. “I had to cover it!” you yelped.

Fives hissed. “You what? Shiv, you never have to do that unless it was bad-“

You explained the mission, letting Kix double-check you over just for peace of mind. By the time you’d finished, Fives was groaning as Kix shook his head at you.

“Seriously, Shiv. You’re kriffing amazing, but you keep forgetting that you’re at home with us. We’re your Vod’ika.” Fives frowned at you. “Remember? Echo reminded you all the time.”

You flinched, turning your head away at the reminder. “I know,” you muttered, curling in on yourself. And he was right: the 501st had really been your brothers in the time you’d been with them. They’d really patched you up, taught you to think better of yourself, put more worth on your existence, gave you love and care and a home of protective brothers.

“Sounds like at least the Bad Batch know better than to let you take all the blame,” Kix tutted. “Have they treated you well?”

You looked up and nodded at that, eyes wide. “Yeah! They’ve... they’ve been really good to me, like you guys,” you said, stumbling over your words in your rush to assure them. “I- I’ve really been enjoying working with them. It’s a bit hard because of their differences, but it’s really...” you tilted your head, “rewarding?”

Fives nodded. “That’s good, Shiv. Glad to hear it.” He stretched. “Hey, we’re going to the 79s tonight, come along? Please? I’ll buy you anything you want.”

You smiled at him, deciding that you’d go, just for the company. You didn’t really like the bars, but... for Fives. And Kix. “Only if you promise you won’t make me dance, you’ll let me sit close to you guys, and only if you get me a mocktail,” you bargained.

Fives whooped. “Deal! Let’s go!”

You laughed a bit, shaking your head. “Let me at least go say hi to the others,” you protested. “Besides, I should get changed-“

“Oh yeah, wear a dress, Shiv.” Fives turned to you excitedly.

You blinked. “A... dress?” you asked uncertainly. You hadn’t worn one in a long time.

Fives tilted his head at you. “Do you have one?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Cause if you don’t, we should go get you one!”

You swallowed, glancing at Kix. “Uh- I mean, I don’t- I haven’t had to wear one in a long time so- uh-“

A grin spread across Fives’ face. “Let’s go.”

Kix just shook his head at you, his eyes telling you that you should just give up the attempt to protest. You swallowed and decided he was right.

~

“Fives-“ You stood in the dressing room, hands covering your face.

“C’mon, Shiv, lemme see!” Fives called from behind the curtain.

Taking a breath, you took one last self-conscious glance in the mirror before hesitantly walking out of the changing booth. Fives had insisted on taking you out, and after getting you a bit of a makeup makeover, dragged you to get a dress. And while you didn’t really mind, per se, this felt a little... unusual. Fives grinned at you, twirling his finger. You did a bit of a spin with the combat boots you’d refused to give up. The mid-thigh high dress flared a little as you squeaked and pushed it back down, feeling heat bloom in your face. The black dress had a bit of a ruffled skirt and was off-the-shoulder, but still comfortable and not overly revealing. “Do you like it, Shiv? It looks really good,” Fives encouraged, nodding.

You gave him an uncertain look. “Um- I guess? Does it look okay? I mean, for... going out with you all?”

He snorted. “Shiv, if anything we’re going to have to keep you under close watch so some idiot doesn’t decide that he’s good enough to put his hands all over the art.” He rolled his eyes.

You laughed a little, appreciating the way Fives always tried to make sure you weren’t pressured into anything. “If you’re sure this looks ok, I’m fine with it. It’s comfortable.”

He nodded, pleased. “C’mon then! Let’s go get it. We should be just in time to catch the others on the way over.”

You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder again as you followed after Fives. He paid for the dress, which you’d tried and failed to protest, and hailed a cab to take you to the 79s. Turning, you pressed your hand against the window and watched the traffic spin by with dizzying colors in neat lines of air lanes.

“Just stick close to us if you’re uncomfortable, Shiv,” Fives was saying from his seat. “If you need to leave that’s fine. Just wanted to have a good time with you after you’ve been away, y’know?”

You turned to give him a grateful smile, reaching out to grab his hand. “Thanks, Fives. I’m glad to see you guys again.”

He grinned, squeezing your hand. “Oh, we’re here.” Paying the fare and still holding your hand, he pulled you out of the cab and headed toward the doors of the club. You swallowed a little at the noise you could already hear coming from inside the building. Still, you held onto his hand tightly as he pulled you in, leading you through the crowds to a booth over by the other side of the dance floor.

“There you are, Fives,” Jesse called, waving from the booth. Several of the 501st were crammed into the booth, some of them already nursing drinks even though it had barely gotten dark outside. You tried to reorient yourself, out of breath from the quick walk through the mass of people. Your hair had fallen over your face.

“Who did you bring?” Hardcase asked, voice a little confused.

You looked up with a blink, confused. Surely he hadn’t forgotten you-?

But Fives was cackling. “Hardcase you idiot, it’s Shiv.”

Even Dogma gave you a double-take, making your cheeks heat. “U-um, h-hi,” you said, not knowing what to do other than give a little wave.

“Whoa, Shiv, you look really good,” Tup said with a friendly grin. “Never seen you all done up like that.”

You smiled, sliding into the booth and ending up squished between Fives and Hawk. “Oh... well, I haven’t needed to wear a dress in a while, and... I mean, Fives made me.” You shrugged.

Hawks reached over and smacked Fives’ shoulder. “Idiot. Now you’ve done it.”

Fives whined exaggeratedly and rubbed his shoulder. “Look, I made sure she liked it before I bought it! And she looks really good!”

“This is the 79s.” Hawk rolled his eyes. “You know Shiv doesn’t like attention from people she doesn’t know.”

You smiled, grabbing Hawk’s hand. He was always the quiet, stoic older Vod of the group, and he’d always kept an eye out for you from afar. “I’m ok, Hawk. Fives promised he wouldn’t make me dance or anything. I just haven’t seen all of you in a while, so...” You bit your lip, letting go as soon as you remembered the red lipstick. “I mean- I’ve sort of missed being with my... with my Vod’ika.” You tried out the word for the first time, hesitant and a little worried you’d misspeak it. But if the way everyone’s heads whipped to you the moment you said it, you didn’t think that was the issue. Not when their eyes were practically glittering.

Tup grinned, leaning over the table. “Say it again, Shiv?”

You shied into Hawk’s side. “Uh-um-“

But Hawk wasn’t much help either, chuckling as he poked your side teasingly. “Say it again, Shiv.”

You glanced around, then swallowed. “Vod’ika,” you managed to say, albeit quietly.

But Fives let out a whoop. “I’m gonna go get you your favorite drink, just for that, Shiv!” He leapt off to go towards the bar, leaving you blushing but laughing a little.

“Glad to see you doing well, Shiv. I take it the Bad Batch has been treating you fine?” Dogma decided to ask, taking sympathy on you.

You nodded, fiddling with the edge of your skirt unconsciously. “Yeah, they’ve been really nice. I like working with them. It’s hard work but it’s... it feels really, um, rewarding, and good.”

Fives came back with your drink, tossing a hand around your shoulder. “Here you go, Shiv.”

You reached forwards, eyes lighting up at the sight of the drink. It was your favorite fruity mocktail with a dash of soda, a rare treat. Pulling it toward you, you took a little sip and let out a happy hum, smiling around the straw. You didn’t notice the fond smiles the others sent you as you wiggled a little in your seat, enjoying the drink.

Fives left after a minute to go find someone to dance with, and Jesse decided to go to the bar after a moment. Hawks slid to the other side of you, keeping himself as a buffer between you and the rest of the club. You continued to just enjoy your drink, feeling safe as long as the others were watching over you. You didn’t necessarily enjoy the club atmosphere, but it was worth it to hang out with your Vod’ika.

But still, even as you enjoyed the company and catching up with the 501st, you began to realize that you kinda wished that the Bad Batch were there. That you could listen to Tech chatter on about whatever he was working on, or what he had read recently. You wished you could hear Wrecker’s loud, boisterous laughter echo throughout the room. Hear Crosshair’s grunts as he listened, probably polishing his weapons. Or even just feel Hunter’s presence around. Despite his hypersensitive senses, he’d allowed you to quietly sit in the cockpit with him sometimes, remarking that your presence and heartbeat were tranquil and calming. He’d even told you that you smelled like the ozone of plasma and the faint undertones of gunmetal, familiar and grounding.

“Hey Shiv, you alright?” Hardcase’s voice made you look up.

“Oh- I’m fine, thanks.” You smiled. “Just got a little lost in thought.” You glanced over at the bar, noting that Kix had joined Jesse. “I’m gonna go talk to Kix for a minute,” you told Hawks.

He nodded, letting you past him. You walked towards the bar, ignoring everyone else around you. Kix turned to see you as soon as you hopped up into the chair next to him, smiling.

“You okay, Shiv?”

You just nodded, legs swinging above the floor. “I’m good. Are you and Jesse ok?” You peered around him at Jesse.

He just nodded. “I’m fine,” he reassured, lifting his drink. “Just talking with Kix.”

You nodded. “Oh, where’s Fives?”

Kix pointed towards the dance floor, so you swiveled the chair to peer into the crowd. You caught sight of Fives and smiled, watching as he danced away and occasionally bumped into a few people. Fives, of all of them, never really seemed to have a problem getting a girl or two to fawn over him. You didn’t really mind watching him, though, amused by his antics and his reckless abandon in everything he did, including dancing and flirting.

After a moment, though, you turned and tugged at Kix’s sleeve. “I’ll be back. Fresher,” you said, sliding off of the chair.

“You know where it is?” he asked immediately,.

You nodded. “Around that corner. I’ll be back.”

He frowned but nodded. “Be safe.”

You went and found the fresher without any problems, and after washing your hands, glanced in the mirror. You blinked, almost startled at the makeup. You’d forgotten it was on, really. Shaking your head, you decided to just ignore it and walk back out. You were starting to feel a bit... peopled-out, but you wanted to stay a bit more just to hang out with the 501st. You could always go back to the Marauder whenever and get some sleep afterwards.

You’d just headed back out when you bumped into someone. With a gasp, you stumbled back. “S-Sorry,” you blurted. “I wasn’t paying attention-“

“Well what do we have here?” A guy smirked at you, his reddened cheeks giving away his state. “You’re pretty, aren’t ya?”

You gave him an uncomfortable smile. “Thank you. If you’ll excuse me-“

“What, leaving so soon?” He glanced up and down, eyes lingering in ways that made you want to shrink. “How about a dance, huh?”

You glanced around, hoping to catch sight of Fives. “Um- no thanks, I don’t-“

“C’mon, just a dance, call it even for catching you from falling.” He reached out to grab your arm as you started to scrabble away, breath shortening. No- no, if you panicked here-

But all you could see was leering faces, staring at you as though you were nothing more than a simple object, a ware to be bought and sold. Hands grabbing at you, reaching for you, using and abusing you to force you to kill and kill and kill-

“Oi, there you are Shiv!” A booming voice cut through your clouding, panicking mind.

Close to tears, you looked up to see a familiar face grinning down at you. Hyperventilating, you opened your mouth only for nothing to come out, your lips trembling. You could only mouth for help, please.

“Was lookin’ for you, y’know,” Wrecker said with a hearty laugh, stepping in front of you. “You just disappeared.”

Reaching out, you grasped his sleeve with shaking fingers and tried to breathe through the waves of panic.

“Hey, but I-“

Wrecker turned to look at the guy, staring down at him. He laughed, fairly towering over the guy. “What, didn’t Shiv already tell you she didn’t want to dance?”

The guy took one look up and decided to mutter something before slinking away.

Wrecker turned to you. “Hey, Shiv, you ok?”

You clutched his sleeve so tightly that you swore you could squeeze the dye out of it. “I’m sorry,” you gasped out. “I just- it took me off-guard and I-“

“Hey, it’s ok, Shiv.” Wrecker reached out, then hesitated. “Can I- uh- so we can go somewhere quieter?”

You nodded, feeling jittery. “P-please.”

He nodded and gently grabbed you, lifting you up and starting to wade through the crowd. He set you down, and you looked up to see that you were in a smaller booth, further into the corner of the room. The Bad Batch were all sitting there, looking at you with concerned frowns.

“Shiv, you okay? Didn’t know you’d be here,” Hunter said cautiously.

You shook your head, beginning to explain shakily how you’d ended up at the 79s. “I- I just- something about him re-reminded me of my past and I- I was trying not to panic because there’s too many people,” you gasped out, shaking your head.

“Wrecker, go find one of the 501st and tell them Shiv’s with us,” Hunter said.

You closed your eyes, breathing in slowly and evenly as you tried to calm down. Your heart was still pounding, and you were sure Hunter could hear it, maybe even the way your blood seemed to rush through your veins in an adrenaline-laced frenzy.

“Hey, you’re fine, now. No one’s gonna hurt you while we’re around,” Hunter said carefully.

Wrecker lumbered back, Kix trailing behind him.

“Shiv, are you alright? I’m sorry, I should have gone with you-“

You shook your head at him. “It’s ok, Kix. I didn’t think anything would happen in two minutes,” you sighed. “Besides, I accidentally bumped into him anyway.”

“He ran off like a coward,” Wrecker said staunchly, sitting next to you in the booth.

“Do you want to stay here, or come back to our booth?” Kix asked you.

“I’ll stay, I should go back to the ship soon anyway,” you said, brushing hair out of your face. “I’ll see you later, Commander Rex said he’d get my report later anyway.” You gave him a small smile.

Kix nodded. “Stay safe and get some rest, Shiv.” With a wave to you and the others, he returned to the bar.

You still felt a little shaky, even though your heart rate had slowed a little and you felt less dizzy. In a way, you almost wished you could Shift, just to physically hide away in a place of comfort.

“Wrecker?” you asked quietly.

He turned to look at you quizzically.

“Could I- um, can I hold your hand? I’m feeling a little...”

With a ready grin, he held out his hand without hesitation.

You took it with a grateful smile, wrapping your fingers around his broad hand. The warmth and strength in his hand soothed and grounded you, reminding you that this was your team, and they had protected you so far. Welcomed you, even. You noticed that a few scars littered his hand, white slashing across his fingers and the back of his hand.

Running your fingers over the scars, you vaguely wondered how he’d gotten some of them. They puckered slightly, your fingers feeling the ridges and valleys of the scar tissue as they ran across his bronzed hand. His fingers flexed slightly, as though holding back a gesture as he spoke, and the controlled strength in the movement as he lightly squeezed your fingers reminded you of how he could effortlessly heft your weapon form in his hands.

Holding onto his fingers, you closed your eyes and took a few steadying breaths. The noise of the bar had turned into a murmur of white noise in the back of your awareness, your attention focusing inward. You could feel the strength of the Bonds you’d formed with the Bad Batch, lingering on the fringes of your awareness.

While you couldn’t read any thoughts, you could still feel, if you focused, a baseline flow of emotion if they were projecting or feeling strongly. Crosshair was silent, as always, a sort of fuzzy darkness in your mind that still somehow felt comforting in its mere presence. Hunter had a slight spike of irritation, but not directed towards anyone in particular. Most likely from the loud noises and smells, you guessed. Tech had a flow of thoughts, like the babble of a creek in the faint distance, occasionally getting a bit louder before quieting. It was grounding in its constancy. Wrecker, of course, always projected, so if you focused you could always feel something from him. Like now-

A spark of pure, undiluted joy. A flutter of nervousness? Overwhelming protectiveness, and a vague desire to feel gunmetal against skin, pushed away.

Your eyes fluttered open, a little surprised at the mixture of his strong emotions. You’d never really felt that combination before, besides the underlying want for a weapon that always underscored his thoughts. Still, the way his thoughts kept gravitating towards those made you wonder what he was thinking about to make him feel them so strongly.

You realized that you’d laced your fingers unconsciously in Wrecker’s, physically tethering yourself to his presence as you focused inward for a moment. Letting out a soft breath, you shook yourself a little and started to uncurl your fingers from his, unsure if he was uncomfortable with the rather intimate touch.

Instead, he immediately looked down at you, interrupting himself mid-sentence. “You okay, Shiv?” He glanced down at your hand, eyebrows furrowing.

You blinked, a little surprised. “Y-yeah, thank you. Sorry, I just didn’t know if I, um, made you uncomfortable. I was trying to- uh- focus on the- the Bonds and sort of zoned- zoned out.”

He squeezed your hand, smiling again. “No problem! As long as you feel okay.”

You ducked your head a little, sending him a shyly grateful smile. Wrecker had been, in all honesty, the most effusively kind to you despite his brash ways. His volume never really bothered you, knowing that it was simply who he was, his personality. He was strong and tended to barge into things, of course, but he wasn’t stupid. No one knew that better than you, after being in his head so many times. He was protective of those he considered family and friends, and attentive to their moods and needs. He’d been one of the most open and accommodating to you ever since you first joined and completed Transference.

As you let yourself twine fingers with Wrecker’s broad hand again, you began to realize how much you felt for the Bad Batch. How quickly they’d crawled into your head, wormed into your heart. How much you thought about them, worried about them. Though at first you’d simply wanted to be a useful part of the team and help out, you now realized that you cared about them, as clones, as humans, as friends, as teammates, as family.

You’d been wishing earlier that they had been there to share the experience with you. When you’d been panicking, all you could think about beyond the fear was that you wanted to be back on the Marauder, back with the Bad Batch, surrounded by familiarity and comfort. You’d looked immediately to your teammates for grounding. You’d instantly wanted to focus inward on the Bonds for comfort and stability.

You’d actively sought out Wrecker’s physical presence to calm yourself, reaching back out to ask for the affection he so readily offered and gave. The realization hit you with more force than you’d really anticipated. How fast had the Bad Batch integrated themselves into your heart and mind? How far did they reach into your very being? How much had they claimed of your normally-reserved trust and affection? Why did Wrecker’s grin under crinkled eyes and his firm grasp make you feel so warm and safe?

Since when had your heart felt so achingly full when you were just with them?

You stared blankly at the table for a moment, mind practically screaming. Oh, Maker, you couldn’t possibly have— could you? Had you really- You’d thought that, after Echo, you’d never have the capacity or even desire to feel that way again toward anyone, but- really? Had you really started to crush on Wrecker?

You desperately hoped your palms hadn’t gotten any sweatier after the incident and the new revelation. You wished for a moment that you could just... leave. You needed distance, needed just- just a moment away, to think.

A hand landed on your arm lightly, making you look up. Tech gave you a cautious look. “I’m going back to the ship, the others are planning to stay a little longer. Do you want to go back with me?”

You instantly nodded jerkily, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “Yes, please.” You turned to look up at Wrecker, trying desperately not to show any of your roiling feelings on your face. “Wrecker, I’m going back to the ship with Tech.”

He blinked, then nodded. “Oh, sure. You okay?”

You nodded, giving him a small, reassuring smile. “I’m fine, just a little... over the crowds.”

His face eased. “Right, you’ve been here a while.” He grinned, then squeezed your hand before letting go. “Stick with Tech till you get back to the ship, alright?” he advised, placing his hands on your hips and lifting you up and over him in the booth to set you on your feet on the floor.

You blinked, mouth a little parted. “Oh- of course,” you said belatedly, feeling heat start to creep up your face at the effortless gesture. “Thanks, Wrecker. For everything.” Before you really thought about it, you bent over and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I owe you a snack,” you called over your shoulder as you turned to catch up to Tech.

You didn’t hear a reply, too busy reaching out to grab Tech’s sleeve as you followed him through the crowd. He glanced back at you, then grasped your hand more securely. You kept your head down and instead noted how his thin, lithe fingers wrapped around your hand with a wiry strength. His fingers were long and tapered, callouses scraping against your skin, but his hand was warm and still gentle. As soon as you walked outside into the cool air, you sucked in a deep breath and sighed in relief. Tech glanced back at you as he hailed a cab.

“Are you alright, Shiv?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, just... it was really loud and warm in there, and... I don’t usually go there because crowds make me uncomfortable,” you said, shaking your head.

He held the door open and let you slide in before him, closing the door and telling the cabbie where to go. Then he turned back to you.

“I understand. I only go for a few drinks and then usually head back to the ship. I don’t really see a point in wasting time around so many people when I’m not really interested in most of the reasons others go there for in the first place.”

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Fives wanted me to go, and I hadn’t seen them in a while so I decided to. Usually I’m fine, they do keep me at the booth with them. I just... you know, no one expects to have an anxiety attack just trying to come back from the fresher.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

Tech nodded. “I’m glad Wrecker found you when he did.”

You sighed. “I can usually defend myself, I just...” you glanced out the window with a hint of bitterness. “Something about him... just brought back old memories. And the crowd was just so much that I guess I wasn’t prepared for it.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Shiv,” Tech said, observing you. “You’ve mentioned to us enough things about your past to know that you’ve been through a lot. I mean, I’m surprised you even allow yourself to be a weapon anymore as it is.”

You gave him a startled look. “What else would I do? I mean, I know, I could learn another trade.” You rolled your eyes. “But I mean... a weapon is just what I am, literally. It only makes sense that I be myself, especially in a time when I can be most useful. I was just... not used in the way I chose to be used before. Now that I’m being used by those who are fighting for a cause I believe in, it’s...” You scrunched your nose, unsure how to exactly explain yourself.

You decided a different tack. “I mean, you like working with your gadgets, right?”

He nodded, eyes focused on you intently.

You motioned to his goggles. “You could do other things, but it makes the most sense to do what you find fulfillment in doing. If you were, say, captured and forced to make things or do work for the Separatists, you’d feel miserable, right?”

“I should think so,” he agreed.

“But you’re using what you enjoy as a tool to also help the cause you believe in. So it’s rewarding in the right context.” You sighed, folding your hands on your lap. “I am a weapon. Being used as a weapon is... is what I am good at, it gives me a sense of fulfillment because it is what I am. It’s just... before, I wasn’t given a choice of how or why I was used. Now it’s... it’s different. I chose to accept Commander Rex’s suggestion, and I chose to learn to work with you. This...” you took in a steadying breath. “Being with you is- is where I feel most at home, now. Where I feel happy.”

Tech gave you his little, signature smile, his thin lips curling up. “Glad to hear it, Shiv. I personally think your addition to the group has been a good one.”

You gave him a smile, the warmth lighting in your chest again.

Tech opened the door for you once you arrived, paying the cabbie. He offered his hand, which you took, and started back towards the ship at the GAR.

“I’m going to be in the common room doing things, in case you want to join,” Tech offered, letting go of your hand once you climbed the ramp.

You nodded. “Oh, um, Tech- do you have footage from our missions?”

He nodded. “All of them so far, yeah. Do you want them?”

You gave him a sheepish nod. “Yeah... I mean, they’d probably be nice to have to give to Commander Rex as part of my report tomorrow,” you admitted.

He nodded. “Bring your datapad and I’ll upload them.”

“Thanks, Tech. I’ll be there in a minute.” You went back to your room to change, deciding to also wipe off your makeup while you were at it. Dressed in a comfortable oversized shirt that used to belong to Echo and a pair of comfortable shorts, you grabbed your datapad and headed back to the common area to get the video from Tech.

He readily uploaded the footage, and you both fell into your usual habit of doing your own thing in companionable silence. You went through and compiled a report based on the logs you’d written and the footage that Tech had provided, and after proofreading it, sent it to Rex in advance of your report. Glancing at the time, you noted that it had been about a chron and a half since you’d started. Still, it wasn’t too late, and you weren’t quite tired enough to consider bed yet.

You stood and grabbed your datapad. “I’m going to the galley, Tech,” you said.

He gave you an absentminded nod, refocusing on his work and mumbling under his breath.

Hiding a small smile, you went to the galley and paused a moment to put on some soft music from a channel you liked on the datapad. Setting it on the counter, you rummaged through the cupboards. Luckily, the delivery you’d ordered had arrived earlier that day, so you had the ingredients you needed for your baking needs. Pulling out the ingredients, you began the familiar, calming process of baking.

But as you hummed absently to the music and continued to whisk ingredients in the stainless steel bowls, you found your mind wandering to process the thoughts that had been hovering in the back of your mind. More specifically, the revelation you’d had about your feelings towards your team.

After finally calling the 501st your Vod’ika out loud to them, you’d realized that you really did consider them your brothers, your family. They had all been the ones to pull you out of your darkest moments, rescue you from your slavery to a Separatist highbrow, and give you a reason to live and a sense of worth to your tattered name. They’d all been your protective older brothers who had taken care of you and nurtured you back to health and functioning mental capacity. They’d been the ones to show you what healthy Transference should really be like.

And Fives and Echo had been your firsts in many ways. Fives had been your first confidante, first close brother and friend, first to bring you out of your shell, first fight that hadn’t ended in violence or danger. Echo... Echo had been your first in other ways. Your first voluntary physical contact that hadn’t been frightening or forced, your first genuine laugh-until-you-cried, first requested hug, first bunkmate you fully trusted— and first crush. At least, you considered him to be your first crush. Not that you’d ever told him or even really thought about telling him, sure that he simply saw you as a sister of sorts or just friend at the very least.

When the Battle had happened... you, Fives, and Kix had all grown undeniably closer as the ones closest to Echo and ones who took the loss the hardest. Not that the others didn’t, but everyone knew that the four of you had really been a package deal in most situations, not to mention the way the incident had happened...

A little part of you still screamed that you shouldn’t have listened to him, should have just stayed with him, should have done anything, something-

But you knew that Echo would have hated hearing you say anything of the sort. Knew he would have told you fiercely that he’d made his own choice, had gone the way he chose to.

Still. The pain still gnawed at you whenever you thought of him. And after him, you thought you’d probably lose any capacity to even consider romantic feelings toward anyone. After all, you were right now simply a weapon in the middle of a galactic War. What soldier would want to have a relationship with a weapon? Not to mention all the baggage you’d come with? Whether you deserved love or not was moot point: you ran the risk of losing anyone. Echo had only driven that point home.

But somehow, without your realizing, you’d already possibly formed feelings for Wrecker. And that being said, you thought desperately as you poured batter into the cupcake tins, that wasn’t the only problem. Your feelings, while certainly more predominant towards Wrecker, also extended to your other teammates. Wrecker was simply the one who had drawn your attention to your own reactions to him. But if you were being brutally honest with yourself, those same feelings of affection, trust, contentment, and safety extended towards all of them through your Bonds.

What were you going to do?

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[anyoneseenadam]

i just read your fenrys fic and omg it’s so so good!!! i love your writing so much!! i was wondering if you could write a fenrys smut? ur smut pieces always hit different and ur one of the only people that i’ve found that writes for him

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: lots of smut, like this is filthy, lil bit ddlg dynamic but defo dom/sub overtones, daddy kink, spit kink, creampie, size kink, praise kink, degredation, bulge kink, overstimulation, not proof read so may have grammar errors sorry :))

a/n: okay my kinks rlly jumped out phew. this is pure filth but I hope you enjoy!! also thank you, fenrys is my fave and I think you can tell <33 (also Fenrys is the only character I would let baby me the rest can choke) (jkjk love them but still)

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“Gods you smell so good,” Fenrys breathed in your ear, his voice rough and deep as his hands circled around your waist.

“Daddy, we’re in public,” you complained leaning back into his arms as he pressed dizzying kisses into your neck.

“I know baby, we should get home soon. I can smell your panties getting wet, what are you thinking about huh?” you whined as he pulled away, his bulking size no longer pressed against your back as he pulled you away from the stall of rings you had been looking at. You grabbed his hand in both of yours and followed, tugging his hand so he would slow his pace, your legs not keeping up with his long strides.

“You daddy,” you answered meekly, and he grinned down at you, the sight of his canines making you whimper as you thought of the bite marks trailing your inner thighs.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your hair as he tugged you into his side, pressing a kiss to your head and keeping you tucked in tight as the two of you walked home.

The house you lived in was a sharp contrast to the palaces your friends lived in. It was a small stone cottage with a thatched roof and big garden, filled with vegetables, plants and flowers. Along with the cherry blossom tree the two of you had planted after the war, the sight always making you smile. Inside the cottage was the soft, book-filled, and blanket covered interior of your dreams. Everything was in shades of baby pink, sage green or brown, with hand knitted, crème-coloured blankets and homemade scented candles. There were also many crystals dotted about the house, your wolf an avid believer in the power of the moon, while you simply turned to them for comfort and strength.

Today as you entered your haven however you didn’t get a chance to breathe in the rustic, flowery smell, barely finding time to pull off your boots and long coat before Fenrys was throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you through to the bedroom.

You were thrown on your bed, landing on the plush pink cushions with a squeal and a laugh when the bed springs squeaked. Fenrys was quick to climb over you, covering your body with his as he kissed you deeply, his right thigh pushing between yours. You mewled and started rutting into his thigh, desperate for some relief, barely able to go a day without touching your mate anymore.

Fenrys cooed at you, “So desperate for me aren’t you baby, do you need daddy to help you?”

You nodded, crying out as he pressed his thigh harder against your covered cunt. “Need you so bad daddy!” you whined, and he chuckle, kissing away your pout as you clung to his neck.

“Patience little one, let’s get you undressed first,” he pulled off you abruptly and you whined as he picked you up, so you were standing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. You were quick to pull off you clothes, hands fumbling with the back of your dress until Fenrys unzipped it for you, when you were just in your bra and panties he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you deeply again. You trailed your hands over his expansive chest, feeling his impressive muscles and rutting in his lap slightly as you moved to straddle him. You kissed for a few more minutes, Fenrys tongue completely dominating your own as he groped your ass greedily with one hand and tangled the other in your hair, tugging lightly when you moved too much.

“Lie down baby, daddy’s gonna eat that sweet pussy now,” he said, and you moaned into his mouth, hastily moving back, and lying on top of the white blanket you had knitted pink hearts into. He smiled at you as he moved between your legs, slowly pulling your panties down and bringing them to his nose, inhaling your scent.

“Daddy don’t its embarrassing!” you exclaimed but he silenced you with a look,

“You never need to be embarrassed in front of me bunny, you know this,” he told you off and you frowned, nodding as he threw the panties away. He spread your legs for him, hooking the left over his shoulder as he moved in closer and smiled at the sight of your glistening pussy on display for him.

“So pretty baby,” he cooed, and you smiled, not forgetting your manners.

“Thank you daddy.” He smiled up at you before leaning in a licking a stripe up your pussy with a flat tongue making you squeal. He started sucking on your clit gently, easing you into it as he kept your legs spread with huge hands. His teeth ran over your clit gently and you moaned loudly, knowing he liked it when you were responsive for him and made the sounds he wished he could lap up.

Your hands fisted the soft bedsheets as he moved down, his tongue probing into your tight hole as his index finger came up and started rubbing soft circles on your clit. His thick tongue worked into you and he moaned at your taste, wishing he could bottle it and get drunk of you every night. The vibrations went through you like shock waves, and you cried out, grabbing his golden hair in your fist as your hips bucked up, legs shaking.

He pulled back, pressing kisses into your thighs, his lips and chin glistening with your essence, but he was soon diving back in and eating you like a man starved. He went back in with increased vigour, slurping at your folds and trying to drink from your endless supply of nectar. The thumb that had been making soft circles on your clit moved down and he pressed a finger into you, his cold hands creating a sharp contrast with your hot core. He slowly started pumping it in and out of you with a distinctive squelching sound.  

“Daddy!” you cried out as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch hurting only for a second or two until pleasure took over your body, “Daddy, I’m going to come, please please can I come?” you begged, hips jolting as he dragged your clit between his teeth.

“Mmm wait baby,” he commanded, and you gripped the sheets tighter under your hand, your head thrashing from side to side as you held back from cumming. Fenrys added a third finger making you scream as he pumped them harshly in and out of your pussy, lips never releasing your clit from it’s beautiful torment.

You could feel your body heating up and you got nervous, never liking to come until you were allowed, Fenrys made it very clear that you weren’t allowed to do that, but you were struggling to hold on.

“Daddy! I need to come please! I can’t hold it,” you sobbed as he pulled his lips from your clit, replacing them with the rough pad of his thumb.

“Cum then baby, I wanna taste you,” he smirked as you mewled, legs shaking as you clenched around his fingers, cumming all over his hand with a silent scream. Fenrys pulled his fingers from you but continued to lap at your abused pussy until you were pushing his head away, too overstimulated.

When Fenrys sat up he smiled down at your worn out form, cock hard and straining against his boxers as he licked your essence clean from his fingers. He pulled his boxers down and discarded them, gaining your attention as you reached a small hand to his cock, wrapping your dainty fingers around it and pumping slowly. He moaned and enjoyed your touch for a few minutes before he was pulling back, settling between your legs and pushing into your tight hole, the two of you groaning as he slid to the base.

You felt so full, his huge cock pushing just right against your walls, your pussy hugging him so tightly as he began rutting into you.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you were for daddy. Hmm? Just his little slut, his little baby, you’ll let me take you whenever won’t you.” You babbled out pleas, unable to form a thought as he started pounding you into the mattress, “Look at you, such a good baby, so good for me. Always hug me just right, keep me so warm babygirl.”

“Daddy I need…” you cried but Fenrys cut you off.

“I know what you need and right now it’s to take my cock like the good little girl you are.” His hips were hitting your at a bruising pace while one hand came to tug your tits out of your bra, pulling it down just enough to free them to him as he reached down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, tugging at it with his teeth. Your legs were wrapped around his lean waist and with every thrust his pubic bone rutted against your clit making you cry out.

“Are you going to come already baby? Can feel you clenching around me, so needy just a cock drunk slut,” he pounded into you and you sobbed, pleasure taking over your body.

“I’m going to come daddy!” you cried out.

“Do it baby, let go. I want to feel you soak me,” he demanded, and you fell apart around him. your back arched of the bed and your hands clawed at him back as you released over his dick, cunt pulsing around him and tightening even more than it already was.

He slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out as you came down from your high, rolling over onto his back so you were sat on his cock. You looked at him with wide eyes at the change in position, his cock being pushed impossibly deeper into you and making you mewl.

His gaze trailed down your body as he removed your bra, stopping when he saw a bulge in your stomach, cooing at you. “Oh baby, you poor thing, I’m all the way in you, can you feel me that deep bunny?”

You nodded at him, unable to form coherent sentences as you struggled to stay upright on his cock. “C’mon baby, bounce for me hmm? Ride me baby I know you can.”

You tried to lift your hips, only pulling halfway up before you sank back down, crying out from the overstimulation.

“You can do better than that baby,” he urged you on and you tried again, pushing up with your hands splayed on his chest, tits in his face. This time you managed a few more thrusts before you were practically collapsing onto his chest.

“Such a dumb baby, so cock drunk can’t do anything without daddy’s help.” Fenrys was smiling at your worn out form as he bent his knees, digging his heels into the mattress and wrapping his huge arms around your form, holding you close as he started fucking into you roughly.

The constant pounding of his hips was all you could think of, your mind completely blank. You were completely consumed by him, his smell, the taste of his sweat on your tongue, the feel of his rough, callused hands rubbing over your back and the fullness that came from being stuffed with his cock. You were soaking wet, dripping down his cock and balls, onto the bed and the smell of your essence was everywhere, driving Fenrys insane as he forced your body up and down his cock.

Your body had turned to putty as he used you as he pleased, his thrusts getting sloppy as he got nearer his release, the clenching of your pussy giving away that you were just as close.

“I’m gonna come baby, gonna fill you up till I’m leaking out of you, I wanna watch you leak me, wanna feel it.” you moaned into his ear at his crude words.

“Do it daddy! Fill me up please!” you sobbed out as you came around his cock, crying out as he slammed into you one final time. You felt his cum fill you, leaking out of you and down his cock as the two of you tried to catch your breaths after your powerful, bone shaking orgasms.

You looked up from your place on Fenrys chest and smiled softly at him as you leaned up to kiss him sweetly in thanks.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered against your lips and you giggled. He shifted and slowly pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact. He stood and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wiping himself down before kneeling in front of you and wiping you down too. He pressed a final peck to your pussy and you let out a breathy whimper, reaching out to him with grabby hands as he pulled on a pair of boxers before climbing back into bed, falling asleep with your head on his chest, content.

[onyxoverride]

My Little Fiancé - Zeke Jaeger x Reader, Reiner Braun x Reader [PART TWO]

PART ONE.

◙ warnings: SMUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. pussy eating, more cucking themes to threesome, cumplay, cum eating, objectification but make it sweet. double dicked down by big dick squad. my proof reading or lack thereof 

◙ word count: 3.2k 

◙ summary: Reiner has liked you since his childhood but when he comes back he sees you and Zeke are an item now. Don’t worry, the least you and Zeke could do is let him join in. This time he gets his turn inside you.

◙ note:  I wasn’t going to make a part two but... Zeke and Reiner brainrot makes my a happy mf. ALSO I REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU ILY!!! Your comments and reblogs and EVERYTHING make me so happy. You're more than welcome to come into my ask box and thirst with me over characters(ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

Reiner was right. The scratches you left on his thighs when you swallowed his cock were perfect jerk material. He couldn't even go to the bathroom without seeing them and getting at least a little erect. He is very much looking forward to when you two invite him over for dinner again. His mind is plagued with your moans and your teary eyes staring into his soul as your fiancé fucks you lifeless. He doesn't believe in gods but he's praying almost everyday for you as he tugs his dick to the memories of that day. The disappointment when those red scratches disappeared a few days later left him flaccid, he almost debated on scratching himself just to pretend but he shook that ridiculous thought out of his head. Instead he thinks about how obedient you were for Zeke, letting him direct you and use you. That really contrasted to how you were on his lap like a minx with a mission. 

When his prayers are answered it's not exactly for dinner, more for dessert… long after dinner time late in the evening on a weekend he makes sure the day after is clear because just the thought of you can leave him out of commission for hours but getting the chance to fuck you? He gives himself a day but he'd need more to fully mentally recover. He is but a weak man for beautiful women, and one as lewd as you? One that he's pined over? Fuck. 

He can feel his heart beating so clearly in his ears, the anxiety of the whole situation is snaking back up his spine. He's glad he ate dinner early and the ferocity he brushed his teeth at was frightening, he doesn't want to be caught with bad breath especially by you. His footsteps to Zeke and your apartment feel way too loud, and so does the knock on the door. But the quickness at which you open it is almost comical, and you look all too eager to see him. You've been excited this whole time. Yeah, you love Zeke, you're going to marry him, but having variety is appreciated and the obscenity of being fucked by another man while your to-be husband watches or you two being watched sends thrills down your spine and your skin heat up. You're ready, you've been waiting like a good girl for him to get here, Zeke made you strip to just a loose button up and the reason, well-

Reiner smiles at your sweet hellos, his cheeks already turning red at your attire or lack thereof. But your mischievous smile keeps him on his toes as you play with the collar of his shirt. He doesn't see Zeke anywhere in sight which is curious.

"Zeke told me to tell you something," there's a heady look settling in his eyes as you speak. He plays with the edges of your shirt, "yeah?" 

You nod sweetly, gravitating closer into his touch, "mmhm, he said and I quote "'if she isn't fucking soaked by the time you two get to the bed I'll kick you out and you'll never get to touch her again' something along those lines." He leads kisses along your neckline, rubbing his scruff roughly against your skin while he coughs out a chuckle. 

"Is that so?" A hand running up your thigh, "Guess I'll get to work then." Before you know it you are bent over the back of the couch and he's thrown off his shirt over it. Rough calloused hands and spreading the chub of your ass that's hiding your cunt out of the way for him to devour after he flipped the end of your shirt over your ass. He's on his knees for you, submitting to a prayer into your pussy that's soon to be leaking over his face. The desperate grasps for the couch pillows do nothing to help with the vulnerable position he's put you in and he's diving into your cunt, lapping at it desperately. He's sloppy, spreading your lips out with his tongue as firm as he can manage, spit covering your cunt combining with the slick it's producing. The mission of getting you wet is easily achieved but go big or go home right? 

His hands mold into your ass and thighs still spreading you wide as he presses his face deeper into you, his tongue lapping at your clit and hole as you wriggle and moan over the couch. Your feet can't even touch the ground and the pressure of the back of the couch digging into your abdomen is making catching your breath that much harder. The circles his tongue makes around the edges of your hole and the laps over your clit, he's not precise like Zeke who aims at your weak spots so perfectly and strategically, he's going head-in but his enthusiasm and the striking difference between him and Zeke make up for any downfalls. "Reiner- I-" you want to reach back and pull at his head off your cunt but you're trying to hold yourself up a bit to lessen the pressure your abdomen is taking. Really it makes the experience all the better, breathless groans breaking from your throat as Reiner is diligent in trying to get you to cum all over his face. He's dreamt of this, in different ways, different positions, and it's living up to his expectations. Your taste on his tongue is distinctly you, not sweet, not sour but insanely specific to you and that's what makes him love it so much. You can feel him groaning into you as he eats you out which makes your toes curl and the wave starting in your stomach is threatening to crash soon. He keeps his pace steady, so steady no matter how much you wiggle around and whine, your nails digging into the backing pillows as you get closer and closer to your climax. He presses your thighs into the back of the couch, groaning into your cunt as it clenches sporadically around his tongue and you swear you see a flash of blonde from your bedroom door out of the corner of your eye but you can't really focus as you cream on Reiners face. He's lapping up every bit of cum like a thirsty dog and finally he pulls back, out of breath, smirking at a job well done. 

"I'd say you're sufficiently- what did Zeke say?-" he pulls you by the back of your button up to stand on your feet, slick trailing down your thigh from your cunt, "'soaked.'" He sounds so smug, you would scold him but your knees are weak and you finally get to take a proper deep breath. Thankfully, he holds your hips firmly so you don't collapse into yourself. He kisses at your neck, keeping a flat hand over your belly to pull you away from the couch and closer to the bedroom. Maybe he shouldn't feel such pride and excitement to show Zeke what a good job he's done but fuck it's too late for that. 

Zeke sits in the chair Reiner occupied last time, legs spread, shirtless, finishing the end of a cigarette, pushing the butt into the ashtray near him. He can see the post-orgasmic bliss written all over your face and wobbly legs as you walk to him. The juices trailing down your leg shine a bit with the moonlight gliding through the windows, he technically doesn't need to check to see if you're soaked like he demanded but you're so obediently standing in front of him, he can't help but mold his hands into your body as you situate yourself between his thighs. 

Reiner watches as Zeke unbuttons your shirt, throwing it off you before he grasps your ass causing you to stumble and lean onto his bare shoulders. Fingers trailing up your thigh, smearing slick even more across the plains. 

"Reiner," Zeke lets out a short laugh, "You've outdone yourself. Guess you aren’t getting kicked out." Reiner can't help but let his chest swell with pride. Zeke presses his hands into your ribs, brushing the underside of your breast. "Go be good and spread your legs for him," he pushes roughly into your ribs towards the bed where you tug on Reiners hand to join you. He could combust right now, you look so sweet on the bed looking up to him, wanting him so sweetly to take you. 

This is what he's been waiting for. Sure, fucking your throat and watching you get destroyed by your partner was fun but this is what he wanted. You laying underneath him on the bed, legs spread to accommodate his thighs, no fabric barriers between the two of you. Granted your lover is watching the two of you like a hawk around two rabbits but that just makes this situation hotter. What's even hotter is Zeke's commentary as Reiner digs his hands into your body, into the meat of your thighs and ass, traveling to your chest to pinch at your nipples.

"She was excited for this, you know? My fiancé begging me to let you fuck her." your skin is heating up from embarrassment. Surely, Reiner doesn't need to know this much? "She squirmed on my cock to get on my good side, to convince me to let you fuck her brains out. Imagine that?" Reiners dick taps against your clit, running it along your lips, soaking it with your slick. "My little cocksleeve begging on my cock for another man. I mean, I planned on letting you anyways but it was sweet to see her so desperate like that." Reiners shoulders roll at the confession, "Is that right?" 

You turn your face into the sheets, you really don't want to confirm because even though you're spread wide for him it's more embarrassing to confront that you've begged to fuck him than to actually fuck him. Creaking of a chair, then your face is snapped forward to look at Zeke who's leaning over you, hand seizing your cheeks. "Don't pretend to be modest now." Zeke glares at you from over his glasses, "He asked you a question, whore." 

Having two sets of hands on your body is wholly distracting, but you have to answer or Zeke will be extra mean to you if you disobey. "Yes," you confirm and Zeke sends you a look to continue, "Y-yes, I begged for Reiner to fuck me." The sheets could swallow you whole and you'd be thankful but Zeke looks satisfied and Reiner borderline euphoric. 

You jolt a bit as you see your fiancé hit his back, "Well, get to it then! Don't want to keep a pretty toy like her waiting." But Reiner looks impossibly thick, you took him in your mouth sure, but your pussy is a different story. Zeke is a good length and curved, he never fails to please you but he isn't as thick as this. It's a little intimidating especially when he's trying to work the head into you. One small thrust to work more into you and you try to reach out to make him slow down with pushing his cock into you, "’s t-too big…" Zeke let's out an unsympathetic whistle. Of course, he doesn't want you to hurt for real, but watching you struggle is the best form of amusement to him. Reiner has mercy on you though, and doesn't push further into you. Your slick makes this easier and makes the burn less prominent, and now you're becoming thankful for Zeke and his forward thinking. 

Zeke leans over the spot where you and Reiner are partially connected, his hair almost brushing against the other man's chest. Slowly, he lets a string of spit descend from his mouth to settle on your entrance and Reiners cock. He could've left it at that but instead he leans down to lick at your clit brushing over Reiners dick, adding more spit to the mix to make it a bit easier for you to take. Having another man this close to his dick shouldn't be this attractive, but his tongue and your walls fluttering around his tip is exhilarating. "She should be fine," Zeke sits back on his henches and pushes at your chest to lay flat against the bed as you wiggle just a bit on his cock. Reiner takes this as a green light to slowly thrust into as you whine for him, hands grasping at Zeke's thighs. His thrusts into you pushes groans out of your chest from the thickness. He's stretching you out, walls clamping down on him like a vice, cock rubbing the soft spots in your walls that make tears gather in your eyes. He can feel you get closer and closer to cumming, with your mantra of fuckfuck-please-Reiner-fuck. Zeke nuzzles into your neck, biting into your skin and tweaking your nipples as Reiner drills into you. Your pussy constricting around him sporadically, he pushed one of your knees to your chest to fuck into you even faster which only sends you over the edge you were precariously tipping over, your nails digging into Zeke as you cream on Reiners cock. But he keeps going, the need to fill you up completely with him sending him into a frenzy, your cum adding to the lewd noises and tired, breathy whimpers. "Fuck." Just a few more thrust into your tightness and his cum floods your caverns, he stills. 

Zeke finally speaks up after a moment of silence, "holy shit," he presses down on your tummy and your walls flutter around Reiners cock before he pulls out, cum leaking out of your pussy. Zeke leans over once again, but this time he flattens his tongue over your hole, gathering the cum leaking out on his tongue, leaning back to hover over your mouth. He squeezes your cheeks to open your mouth, letting the collected cum and slick drop into your tongue. You swallow what he gives you obediently. 

You two are going to be the death of Reiner. Seriously, fuck. 

“My turn now,” Zeke flips you over onto your belly as Reiner settles near your head. Your thighs pushed together pushing more cum to slip out of your hole, Zeke spreads the chub of your cheeks out of his way to slip his cock into you. 

“Look at you love,” He presses deeply into you, leaning forward as you claw at Reiners thighs, “So well used. Stretched and fucked open just for me.” Your insides are wet, soaked with cum so the slide inside in is extremely easy. He rocks into you consistently, your walls tight around him, even tighter because of the position. Your slick and Reiners leftover cum in your cunt are dripping down his balls, every time he presses into you there’s a resounding wet slap. You are completely disheveled and fuzzy, like your head is stuffed with cotton, slurred curses slipping through your teeth as Zeke keeps his course. “Suck him off, ‘kay?” You respond with a teary nod as you pull Reiner to you. He won’t last long, he knows that but that may be a mercy on you. You do your best to suck him into your cheeks, hollowing them out as you drool on his cock. The rocking of Zeke’s hips into yours pushes you further and further down his cock, you don’t need to do much work like this thankfully, but your pet name of ‘toy’ is being fully defined by Zeke and Reiner using your body to get off. Zeke’s glasses are completely fogged over so he just throws them on Reiners thigh to make sure they don't get broken on the bed. The taste on Reiner’s cock is a mixture of you and him. You’re so close, so inevitably close. Your eyes rolling back into your skull as a refreshing orgasm rolls over you, harder than the last one and so tiring. Zeke pauses just for a moment as your cunt tightens and creams around him, adding to the sloshing liquids gathered around your hole, cum frothing on his cock. You are in a euphoric post-orgasmic headspace, being used by them. 

He bites and kisses around your shoulders, beard brushing against your skin, whispers of “Good toy, so sweet for me. Being so good for us” hitting your muffled ears. It only takes a few more swallows around Reiner for him to finish with a hiss between his teeth. Zeke pulls your head back by your throat as he keeps thrusting, he wants to hear your raspy groans unmuffled by cock for just a bit. The cute raspy wines of his name are worth it. You are past overstimulation, it hurts just a bit but in a good way. Zeke keeps going, you know he’s close by the sweetness he mumbles into your skin. The praise makes your skin hum and you wish you could be extra good and push your hips back on him but this position doesn’t allow for that and all the strength in your body is borderline nonexistent, all you can do is take what’s dished out to you. You claw at Reiners calves as Zeke ruts into one last time, balls deep to fill you entirely with cum. 

He stays inside as he massages your back, he’s painfully observant and knows you are tired and sore already. “So good, so good for us,” at this point Zeke sounds like a broken record, but it warms your heart especially with Reiner holding your cheeks so tenderly, like you’re made of glass. When he does pull out he takes a moment to sit back and observe the cum being pushed out of your cunt, messy and smeared with your previous endeavors, puffy and abused by dick. It's a sweet sight. It’s tempting to eat you out like this but you’d just whine and squirm too much and he doesn’t feel like dealing with your kicking legs… though the breathy whines would be worth it...

Reiner can see Zeke smiling down at you where you can’t see, this is one of the rare times he has seen him look so… soft. Caring, delicate. A side of him he wasn’t able to see last time. Zeke already knows what to do for the rest of the night, he’ll make sure you both are washed up, you’ll tug at his sleeve to make you toast with butter and honey—and he will, he always will, and he’ll bring you a cup of tea to go along with it—you’ll curl up between his legs and pass out until the next day. 

“Reiner, go get them washed up.” Ah- he didn’t really expect to stay after this but it’s the least he could do for screwing the brains out of his fiancé, so he gathers you up in his arms to give you a lazy shower. Zeke considers that maybe, he can make some extra toast, and maybe another cup of tea for Reiner too. He did tell him to keep his day free tomorrow, the least he could do is let him sleep over. Plus, the seasons are changing and it's getting cold, might as well let you have another cuddle buddy. 

“There’s extra clothes in my dresser as well,” Zeke steps out of the room. You send Reiner a tired sugary smile, he’s starting to be really satisfied with his choice of joining the two of you in this weird trio.

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter fourteen

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 2075

For the days to come, Levi remained calm and cold. It was difficult to hide your protests and questions behind your tongue, but when he arrived one night with one teacup instead of two, you grew exhausted of fighting. In fact, the two of you rarely shared anything more than smalltalk, which was the most disheartening product of the newfound awkwardness between you and Levi. Really, disheartening was the least of emotions you could assign to this new mode of interaction -- it was miserable.

It was nearly impossible to accept that the relationship may never return to its previous tranquility; however, this was the hard truth. As your leg grew closer to normal than injured, it was undeniable that you would soon be returning to life among your peers -- the dining hall, training exercises, expeditions outside the walls. Though daunting, it was the inevitable -- likely coming as early as this morning, as terrifying, exciting, anxious and wonderful as that may sound. Although one part of you was as excited as ever to get back in the field with your comrades, the simple comfort you achieved within the walls of the infirmary had become your personal normal. You shuttered at the thought of sharing a room with fifty other girls, without room for moonlight visitors and warm, comforting company. Without room for Jean.

Without room for Levi.

Your mind, though wandering, seemed as if it always led in a meandering circle back to him. It was a stark change in thought -- a chat in the Captain's office was once your definition of a nightmare. Now you wished for just one more shared grin over a lukewarm teapot. It was almost embarrassing.

Maybe, you considered often, his feelings did not change as yours did. Perhaps you did look too far into it. In fact, he likely still saw you as the same nuisance he did a month ago, and nothing you ever saw in him and his softened grey eyes was any more than a delusion. You were another young girl with wild feelings for her superior. He was used to that. Then you remembered his hand on yours, how he poured your tea, how he drew circles along your body as you "slept," and remembered again that it was impossible to imagine how he cared for you. The key word, of course, was the past-tense "cared."

At times, your restless mind brought forward the offhanded thought that Eren did care for you. You would remember how you cast him aside without a chance, and then only a week later were you pining after Levi like a schoolgirl with a crush. Maybe that was proof that you didn't deserve that kind of relationship; maybe you were stupid to shoo Eren away like a dog that got a bit too playful. But, however fortunate or unfortunate it may be, the past is unchanging. Not that that made the present any less of a confusing, painful mess. Sometimes it felt like it made it even worse.

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The smell of the dining hall rushed over you before realization settled. You walked next to Jean -- not holding onto him, or using him to support you every few steps, actually walking. It felt nice. Though you made friendly and funny conversation, you knew he could sense your clear apprehension. Before you entered, he squeezed your shoulder in one hand and shot you a comforting grin.

You noticed a few eyes trailing over at you as you walked to pick up your tray; it didn't bother you. You expected some of those outside your circle to wonder about how you had been -- the news of you saving Jean's life would've been talked about at least a few times. What bothered you was that a certain pair of grey eyes never bothered to look away from Erwin, even when you passed straight by where he sat. Was the disinterest real?

You took your tray from the line and peered down at it: soup, bread, and a potato. Same as always. You wondered how Sasha always made it seem so appetizing. Jean led you over to the table you spent two long weeks without -- everyone greeting you with a smile and Sasha with a hug. You sat amongst your friends with an unpreventable grin, their excited "hello"s giving you the bit of joy you needed to keep going that day. You fielded their questions about your time at the infirmary with boring half-truths, trying your best to avoid the secret you entrusted only with Jean. You began to realize how difficult it was to separate your time in the infirmary from talks of your time spent with Levi.

Every so often, you found your eyes trailing over to where he sat, your line of sight grazing his raven-colored hair. You remembered how messy it was that morning after he spent the night. It brought the beginnings of a frown to your face. Against your better judgement, you allowed yourself to ponder on why he hadn't so much as glanced in your direction; was he not concerned for you as everyone else was? You had even met eyes once with Mike and Reiner, and yet Levi was not the slightest bit curious about you?

It pulled your spirits down rather quickly, the joy brought on by your friends dwindling down each time you allowed yourself to gaze at the puzzling and infuriating man across the room. Jean followed your eyes once or twice, seeing your face fall a bit lower each time. He tossed his arm around you, pulling you close; he tried to make it as casual as possible, while still giving you as much comfort as he could.

You leaned into him and closed your eyes, trying your hardest to rid Levi from even the furthest parts of your mind. This was a happy day -- you shouldn't let your infatuation with him ruin that. Jean rubbed your shoulder with his thumb inconspicuously, as if to tell you everything would be alright.

Unbeknownst to you, he saw Levi's head turn to gaze at you for a few seconds -- not an offhanded or accidental glance. The look in his eyes could most closely be described as wistful. When his eyes met Jean's, he looked away briskly, returning to his conversation with Erwin as if he had never even noticed you.

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Sparring with Christa was nowhere near challenging, but you understood why you were paired with her. Your superiors still worried about your injury and likely would in the coming weeks; still, you had hoped for at least a little bit of a challenge. Hange was leading the activity, scanning across the scouts to make corrections or shout words of encouragement. To your dismay, however, Levi hung idly by, eyes focusing dead on one soldier at a time, presumably determining each individual weakness and scolding them in the confines of his mind.

You had begun to goof off, laughing at a joke Christa told and hardly trying to land any hits. If anything, it was entertaining. You worried you would grow tired too quickly during training, anyway; maybe easing into it was best.

You dodged another weak punch, laughing as her eyes grew jokingly narrower. It seemed as if no one else around was having as much fun as you were -- focused in on their partner and trying their hardest to look like they were the best. You watched Mikasa's unwavering stare at Sasha, who evaded her as best she could. Then you turned your eyes to Jean and Eren, their hits getting a bit too real and anger replacing focus. It made you laugh again.

You and Christa elected to take a small break, sipping from your canteens and chatting about your walking lessons with Hange. You froze mid-smile as you heard a certain voice call out your name from several yards away -- Levi.

You stood, screwing the lid back onto your water and laying it down on the ground. "Yes?" you replied, your eyes meeting his for the first time in days. They didn't look happy.

He approached you with a glare until he stood only a foot from you, his voice lowering with the distance. "What are you doing?" he asked, his eyebrows drawn together.

"Um --" you started, unsure of exactly what he was asking, "I'm taking a break?"

"I've seen much more talking than training. You don't seem tired in the slightest. Why are you taking a break?" he demanded, his arms folding over his chest.

His words puzzled you -- why does he care if you take a break? You were recently injured. None of your other superiors would object to a bit of rest on your first day back. Nonetheless, the fire of his anger had never once failed to light the match within you. "Who are you to tell me if I'm tired? Fuck, Levi, I just got out of the infirmary. Give me a break."

He shook his head, exhaling loudly to make his annoyance clear. "Captain. We should test it to see what you look like when you're actually tired enough for a break. Do you think ten laps would do it?"

"You can't be serious. That's bullshit and you know it," you grumbled, hands balling into fists at your side.

"What's bullshit is the way you're treating this training exercise as a game. Ten laps. Now."

Maybe things really were returning to normal. It almost made you want to laugh.

---

As you laid in your bed that night -- finally your bed -- you replayed the events of the day like a movie. The girls inhabiting the beds around you were long asleep, the moon peering through the window and reminding you that you would be awake and staring up at it for hours to come.

It was your first night without him. Even when your relationship had crumbled into nothing, he still came to sit at your side. And you still found an easy journey to your dreams each and every night. Of course, you knew there would be a time when he wasn't there and the nights grew long yet again -- you just didn't expect these negative emotions overtaking your mind to assist in depriving you of much-needed sleep.

Your anger with Levi had yet to subside, your legs aching from all the running he had you do. You considered for a moment marching over to his suite and giving him a piece of your mind; you thought of reminding him of the moments the two of you had shared just so he had to make the contrast in how he was acting now. You wanted to yell at him, and you wanted him to yell back, and you wanted to be angry. You didn't understand why he had all the freedom in the world to be a dick to you and all you could do was stand there and take it.

Maybe when you were done yelling at each other, you could curl up in his bed and get a good night's rest. You could kill two birds with one stone and avoid the seven or eight nightmares that were guaranteed to keep you awake and alert until morning. What a rock and a hard place situation -- for the man that made you more angry than you had ever been to simultaneously be your only solace from insomnia. It infuriated you even further.

As you had already done three times before, you decided against it. Arguing with him wasn't worth it. Again, the past was unchanging. Your anger was quickly replaced with the sadness the night frequently brought along, your thoughts traveling yet again to your feelings for Levi and your longing for him to share them.

You were wary, at best, for the long night ahead of you; you were sick and tired of long nights. Part of you hoped to break your right leg tomorrow, so you could have a little bit more time to solve it all and get some sleep while you were at it. You were even warier for the weeks to come, knowing that you would be forced to come to terms with the situation as it was.

Levi, Levi, Levi. If everything else was going back to how it was before, why couldn't you take your mind off of him?

[sergeantsporks]

Do You Want the Knife You Left in My Back, or Can I Keep It?

Rating: Teen and up, Gen

An injured Hunter wanders into Hexside. What was Luz supposed to do, just let him bleed out on the floor?

Ch 4/5: Rescue

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Ao3

Hunter sat down with a whump at the base of a tree, huffing and shivering. He looked back at the owl house. Maybe he should have told the owl lady what had happened to her apprentice.

No. No, then she would just be angry at him, and would kick him out—or she’d trade him in a heartbeat to get Luz back. He had to get Luz back before Kikimora sent her demands to Eda instead.

Maybe they could have... worked to rescue her together? Maybe Eda wouldn’t have sold him out, maybe she would have helped.

Who was he kidding, who wouldn’t trade him in a heartbeat for Luz? On the one hand, cheerful, friendly human who could do magic! On the other hand, broken, powerless witch with an annoying voice.

Not that it mattered. Luz wouldn’t want him around after this—the best he could do was rescue her, and then hope he could make it back to the coven on his own, and pray that Belos would be angrier at Kikimora than him.

He could—he could do this.

Ugh.

Maybe.

Hunter leaned against the tree, trying to summon the willpower to get up and keep going. But it was quiet, and he was dizzy and cold, and his back was screaming at him to stop, and he just wanted to go back to sleep where it was warm. He twisted his arm around, gritting his teeth as his back protested, and felt under his shirt for the bandages, hissing when the touch made the pain in his back flare up.

His fingers came back red.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hunter was relatively certain that was very bad. His head thudded back into the tree.

Stupid.

What was he supposed to do?!

“Where is he?” Kikimora’s voice came through the trees, “I really thought that would work!”

Hunter froze. Don’t find me, don’t find me, don’t find me—

Her little footsteps pattered nearby—on the other side of the tree he was on. Hunter shifted slightly, and a branch from the tree pressed right between his shoulder blades, right in the wound. Hunter bit on his hand to keep from screaming as the world blacked out.

But when he woke up again, Kikimora was gone.

This was his chance.

Hunter used the tree to haul himself up, his world still spinning. He stumbled towards where Kikimora had come from to see Luz, still tied up. She gasped when she saw him.

“You came?! You really came?!”

“Yyyyyeah. Lemme just…” Relief conquered his adrenaline high, and he nearly blacked out again, but he managed to untie her. “Kay… I guess… run?”

Luz blinked at him. “You—you really came for her. You’d abandon your mission to help her? Betray the emperor?”

Hunter blinked back spots from his eyes, pressing his arms to his stomach. Wow—okay—this was—that adrenaline had really been—

“Uhhh—yeah—I’ll capture you later—‘s not a big—” he blinked again. “Did youuuuuu just refer… third person?”

She blinked again, but her eyelids blinked sideways instead of up and down.

Hunter managed to haul himself up again, the ground seeming to tilt and sway beneath him. “K—we gotta—we gotta go—”

Luz caught him as he fell, but then she wasn’t Luz anymore, she was some kind of snake creature. She snapped her fingers, and the ropes that had been tying her floated up yanked around him. Hunter arched his back, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood as they pressed against the stab wound. He flew backwards into a tree, and he could just see, through blurry vision, the snake creature slithering towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I really am—but this is the only way out for me.”

Xxx

Luz tore through the trees, her heart thudding in her chest. “Hunter!” she called, “Hunter, answer me if you can hear me! Are you okay?!”

She heard a weak cry for help, and raced towards it. “Hunter! Ohmygosh, you scared the living daylights… out… of… me…”

She skidded to a stop as she emerged in a small clearing. Kikimora was waiting, Hunter tied up in a limp, unconscious pile behind her. Next to Kikimora was… also Hunter. But as she watched, he shifted and changed.

A basilisk.

None of that explained why Kikimora had managed to get him out of the house—unless the basilisk had turned into Emperor Belos, she supposed.

“I told you I’d get him,” Kikimora purred.

Luz pulled out a set of glyphs. “Let him go. Now.”

Kikimora snapped her fingers, and Hunter floated up, her magic dumping him in an unceremonious heap on the floor. “Oh, no, human, I hold the cards now. You set down those glyphs, or… well, his death won’t be pleasant.”

Luz bit her lip, looking down at Hunter—if she could keep Kikimora from killing him just long enough for her friends to come back…

“Promise you won’t hurt him if I drop the glyphs?”

Kikimora pulled him up by the hair, pressing the claws of her other hand to his throat. “No, but I promise that I will hurt him if you don’t.”

Hunter was still limp in her grasp, and a wave of worry swept over Luz—he hadn’t reacted at all. “I want proof you haven’t killed him already.”

Kikimora shook him. “Wake up!”

His eyes opened just a crack, and then closed again. Kikimora tossed him back to the ground, putting one foot right over where his stab wound was. “There. He’s still alive. Now. Put the glyphs down before. I. Change. That.” She ground her foot down with each word, and Luz dropped the glyphs as Hunter howled in pain, breaking off into a heartbreaking whimper.

“Okay, okay, just… leave him alone! Please!”

Kikimora removed her foot. “Let’s see… I will take you to Belos. Alive. And you will agree that you were the one to hurt him—this worked out better than I could have hoped. I never thought you’d actually take the brat in! Yes, you will tell the emperor that you attacked him. And if you ever recant your story—well, Hunter has to sleep sometime. He has to eat. There are a thousand ways that someone—perhaps one of your friends—could assassinate him.”

There was a rustle in the trees behind Kikimora, and a feather floated down. Right. Showtime.

Luz glared at Kikimora. “This won’t work. Hunter will just tell everyone what happened, and your lie will fall flat.”

A satisfied little smile played across Kikimora’s lips. “Oh, I don’t think so. All I have to do is threaten the reverse—he agrees with me or you meet an unfortunate end.”

Luz snorted. “That’ll never work—he wouldn’t do that for me.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Luz shrugged. “Eh. I can think of another reason it won’t work.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

Luz grinned. “You won’t even make it back to the keep.”

Eda leapt from the trees with an unholy shriek, tackling Kikimora. The little demon drew a magic circle, but Eda kicked her away before she could finish it.

“Don’t. Threaten. My. Kid.” Eda growled, snatching Kikimora in her talons. “Let’s go for a little flight, shall we?”

Luz ducked past the fighting pair, kneeling next to Hunter. Blood was soaking through his shirt, and her hands fluttered around the wound uselessly. “Okay, okay, okay, this is fine.” She pulled up the shirt and undid the bandages. The stitches had ripped out, and the wound was angry, swollen, red.

And bleeding a lot.

“Hunter why?!” she demanded frantically, wadding up her cloak and pressing it to the wound, “Why would you run off?!”

His eyes opened just a crack, glazed over from pain and fever. “… you’re not a snake,” he murmured, then yelped as she pressed harder on the wound

“Oh, thank you, very helpful, that certainly explains everything.”

He whimpered, giving her big, hurt eyes.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you bleed out! Wait, why am I apologizing for that? Okay, okay—what did the healing professor say, what… Okay, let’s see, take the swelling down—”

Luz slapped an ice glyph on the ground, trying to make an ice block.

The magic didn’t come, and Luz felt her limbs grow weak. She whirled around to see the basilisk, staring at her with wide eyes. “I can’t let you go.”

Luz held her hands up. “I know what you’ve been through,” she said quietly, “I know Emperor Belos has hurt you. Has hurt your kin. Hunted you down. But you don’t have to do this. If you make Hunter go back, if you take me back, we are both dead. Is that really something you want?”

“You have no idea what I went through!” they scream-hissed.

“I do—I really do. I met one of your own, number five. She got away, she’s living away, she’s okay. She’s making her own choices, her own life. You can do the same. Please—please, let me take care of him. Don’t let Belos and Kikimora hurt someone else.”

The basilisk stared at her for a long minute.

Then they turned and slithered away.

Luz breathed a sigh of relief, turning back to Hunter. “Okay, okay, okay, we need to get you somewhere safe.”

She tried to haul him up, but he went completely deadweight on her with a whimper. “Oh—Hey! I know it hurts, but you gotta stick with me, okay, you gotta hold on.”

He shook his head with a whine, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Hunter, please! Work with me, I can’t carry you!”

“Need a lift?”

Puddles touched down next to her, Viney, Gus, and Willow waving from the top. Puddles squawked and nuzzled Hunter. “I can’t get him up,” Luz called, “He’s in really bad shape, Viney!”

Viney slid off of her griffin, opening a pouch strapped to Puddle’s side. She tossed a mini stretcher to the ground, and it grew to full size, with ropes on the ends. “I’ve got you covered.”

Luz laid Hunter down on the stretcher, sitting down next to him. “I am the worst caretaker ever,” she groaned.

“No, he’s just the worst patient!” Gus called down as Puddles grabbed the ends of the ropes and lifted off. They soared over the trees, back towards the owl house. Eda banked up next to them.

“Miss stab-happy is re-thinking her life at the top of a very tall tree. How are we looking?”

Luz squeezed Hunter’s hand. “Not great,” she said softly, “Eda, what if—”

“Luz. He’s going to be okay. Okay?”

Luz took a deep breath. “Okay.” She shook her head at Hunter. “What did she say to you to get you to come out of the house?”

He didn’t respond, and they touched down at the door. Hooty snaked around Puddles. “WHOA! That was WEIRD!”

“Good to have you back, Hooty,” Eda said tiredly, touching down, “Now give us space.” She carried Hunter inside, laying him out on the floor. “Alright, healing girl. Do your thing.”

Viney pulled out the knife that Kikimora had used to stab Hunter. “Okay, I’ve been taking a better look at this thing, asking my teachers questions about it, and I think I can put a better fix on this. Heal most of the internal damage—”

“I thought you already did that!”

“No, I put a patch on them—I stopped the problem from getting worse, sort of froze its ability to tear any further, re-routed any essential functions to undamaged parts of the body so that he could heal. But I think now—I can finish off the healing, find a workaround to the curse on the knife. It’ll fix the nerve pathways, anyway, and seal up some of the holes further in.” She gestured to the bloody mess that was his back. “There’s a tradeoff, though—I’m going to have to shift nerves and cells from another part of his back to fix the damage. Basically, I’m going to shift the damage from his internal organs and spinal cord to his outer muscles and skin, and there I can easily use stitches to fix the tear damage so that he can heal naturally. The wounds won’t be life-threatening anymore. If I can spread the damage far enough, it’ll just be a matter of stitching the initial cut, and the rest will be like naturally torn muscles.”

“Huh?”

“He’ll be really sore and have a nasty cut on his back,” Viney simplified, “But I mean really sore, Luz, like, he won’t be able to move at all for several days.”

“Oh, good,” Eda commented, “maybe that way he won’t run away.”

“I’ve got it,” Luz promised, “I’ll help him with everything he needs. Promise.”

“You’ll need to make sure the cut stays clean, or it’ll get infected. I’ll leave disinfectant behind. Be careful, it stings. As for the fever… well, once I shift the damage, it won’t be fun, but it won’t kill him either.”

“Okay. Okay, do it.

Viney took in a deep breath. “Okay, there goes nothing!” she drew a circle over Hunter’s back, and the stab wound shimmered and glowed. Pulsing, glowing golden lines spread out, and the wound slowly started to heal, at least not deep anymore. Viney grinned. “Yessssss! Alright, Luz, Gus, Willow, scram, you don’t want to watch the stitches.”

Luz let out a shaky breath as Eda steered her towards the kitchen. “We almost lost him,” she said quietly.

“Almost,” Eda emphasized, “But we didn’t. And that’s what matters.” She sighed. “Look. If you… need any help. If you need a break from him, or you’re just too tired to take care of him. I… can step in.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah. Really. I have to admit, he’s starting to grow on me.”

“He was unconscious all day, Eda.”

“Exactly.”

Ch 5

[bonny-kookoo]

Pretty Girl (J.JK x Reader)🎀💜☁️🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: (oh boy here we go on this one) good old sprinkle of angst, non-penetrative sex, foreplay, steamy make out session, mild DDLG themes, Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Subspace, Teasing, Suggestive gestures, dirty talk, really, like JK can’t shut up smh, Koo is getting kinda rough with GG, sex in the kitchen twice (again), shower sex (pls stay safe), protected sex (again, we wrap it up in this economy and you should too), edging, cumplay, aftercare (a warning bc he’s so soft you might melt fam) yeah I think that’s it

Summary: an accident such as yours mainly affects you, that’s a fact. But people around you, especially Jungkook, may have been more unsettled by the events than he lets on.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl

During your recovery, Jungkook had changed a bit. It was a slow process, yet you noticed the fine details in the way he would treat you a little differently. It wasn't a bad change in any way- you guessed it was just because of the shock he'd gotten after the accident, which was totally understandable. Your dynamic had always been quite cliche in a way, with his bad-boy persona and your gentle nature. He seemed like the big bad wolf while you were the red riding hood, innocent and emotional. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

So how exactly did things change? Well, he wouldn't leave you alone for starters. It wasn't like he didn't give you space or anything, but he was more.. needy in terms of skinship. Whenever he played video games for example, he'd sit you on his lap, have you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest, or simply your head on his thighs when you were taking a nap or reading on your phone. When you both slept he'd be more clingy towards you than before, always reaching out to either hold your hand or have an arm around your middle. He started to become almost dependent on your affection and attention, and it was cute, you admitted that; yet it also made you worry a bit. It has been a week since you had gotten your stitches removed, yet he still seemed on edge. You hoped it would dissolve over time, yet you told yourself to talk to him about it if it continued. Something was going on in his head, that much you knew, but what exactly it was you didn't.

Getting back from grocery shopping, you immediately went to take one of the bags out of Jungkooks' carrying hand, one which held the ingredients for todays dinner in it. Yet he raised it up, making you pout. "Ah-ah Babygirl, 'lemme unpack the other bag and then we'll cook." He said, and you nodded, a bit suspicious. His culinary skills weren't.. too impressive if you were being completely honest. He knew how to cook ramen in his sleep at this point, but that was pretty much it. He'd also never shown much interest in cooking before, happily watching you cook- and that was fine with you too. You always found cooking and baking almost therapeutic, making something giving you a feeling of success you would crave on days were you felt low.

Yet once he'd unpacked everything, putting all the items into their proper place, it got obvious that this time around, you wouldn't cook anything. Because just as you had started to get out a cutting board, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, his nose brushing over the crook of your neck playfully. He slowly walked you away from where you were trying to work, and backed you up against the counter next to where you'd put the cutting board. "Jungkookie I gotta cook-" You whined, but he wasn't having it.

"Nop, come on. Up." He said, but his eyes didn't hold the usual impish spark they usually had whenever he had something different in mind. You complied, simply because it was an instinct at this point, and he grabbed your hips to help you sit on the counter. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll cook." He said, already searching for a knife. You furrowed your brows at him.

"Jungkook you never cook." You questioned, leaning your head to the side to show your confusion. He chuckled at that, mumbling something about maybe needing to change that, when you were suddenly grabbing his wrist which held the knife, making his head snap to it in horror. He was about to say something when you moved the hand to cup his cheek. Now it was his turn to be confused. "What's really going on 'Koo?" You asked, and his tongue started to move against the inner lining of his cheek, pulling his lower lip between his teeth- a sign that he was clearly nervous. "Is it still because of what happened? I'm fine Kookie, really." You said, and he sighed, placing his larger hand on your thigh, thumb slowly running in circles over your skin. He did kind of looked like a kid getting lectured, yet it also showed you that you were hitting a nerve. "Don't get me wrong, I love how close you keep me these days, and I adore how gentle you are with me, but 'Koo.." you said, making him look at you. "You're not being yourself." You said, and he ran the hand that wasn't occupied through his hair.

"I actually don't know either." He grumbled, yet you knew he wasn't being too honest. Your gaze was still demanding, needing a proper answer, and he suddenly sat down at the kitchen table, head in his hands. You carefully jumped down the counter- well, not really jumping but sliding off with one foot reaching for the floor to balance you. The doctors told you getting the entire functionality of your legs back would take a while, and you still needed physiotherapy every week, but that didn't mean that you always took their advice. You usually got your ass smacked by karma personally though, as you would get punished with agonizing muscle cramps if you overdid it during the day. Jungkook would gently massage your legs if it happened, a worried and almost apologetic glint in his eyes whenever he did it, always the hero who wants to take the pain away- though he couldn't, and that made him feel helpless, useless even. He's still feeling guilty, yet he's also not talking about it, dancing around the topic as if he had to try and explain to his parents that he'd gotten someone pregnant on accident. It felt uncomfortable since he never truly had to stand up for his mistakes, and even now he technically didn't have to since it wasn't even his fault- but he felt like he did. "I'm having nightmares." He mumbled lowly, face still in his hands. You sat down next to him, unsure what to do.

You decided you would give him the same treatment whenever you had a nightmare back when you were younger; your mother a firm believer that these unpleasant dreams could only be resolved if you talked about them. "Tell me about them." You said, not asking like you usually would. He shook his head, taking a deep breath as if he would prepare himself to bury the pictures again until he'd eventually had to face them tonight again. He didn't tell you, but he never really slept an entire night ever since you'd gotten back from the hospital. He would wake up in a cold night's sweat, craving to turn the lights on like a frightened child in fear of not being awake yet, yet he only settled with shining his phone screen on your form, calming himself down by counting every breath you took, each one proof that you were okay, that you were just fine, that you were still beside him. "Koo please. I wanna help you.." You pleaded, a soft whine to your voice, slowly making cracks in his walls. You sat down on the floor next to his slightly turned chair, making him snap his gaze at you, wondering what you were doing. You simply placed your hands on his thigh, your chin resting on them to look up at him with puppy eyes. Maybe this would make him talk. He chuckled, patting his lap after scooting back a bit. You gladly sat down on his thigh, legs dangling between his, his arm resting around your middle, fingers playing nervously with the hem of your skirt.

"They're about you." He started, swallowing, eyes not meeting yours. You decided to just lay your head on his shoulder, hugging his chest and making it easier for him to talk by not looking at him. "It's either- like.. sometimes it's the moment I ran to you when.. when you were uh.. laying on the sidelines you know? But I can't.." He took a breath, now tightening his grip on the small part of fabric. "I can't get to you I just- you're-.. I can't get closer, all I see is that young dude trying to like, do something, this like- Urgh I don't remember the word for it like- this shit where you push onto your chest to keep your heart beating, you know, that stuff.." His voice is wavering a bit you start to notice. You simply nod into his neck, giving him a sign that you're listening. "It always ends with the ambulance arriving, and they- fuck.. they just put this trashbag shit over you and I- god. I.." His voice gets a bit higher, a sign that he's close to tears. Yet you let him go on. "The uhm.. the other one is, like.." He inhales deeply again, and you tighten your grip on him, making him let go of your skirt, but instead put both his arms around you. "I'm like, at a churche and, oh god, you're like, in a casket, I know it's you, but every time I want to look inside the fucking thing closes, like, slams onto my hands, and I wake up. Like when you dream of these weird staircases where you stumble you know and you like wake up instantly." He said, hand moving to gently run through your hair.

"Do you still feel guilty about it?" You asked softly, quietly, because you didn't need to be louder due to the amount of distance you both only had. He simply nodded his head, still looking down. You knew it wouldn't help him if you went on and on about how it wasn't his fault at all, how he had no say in things like that whatsoever, that no one had, because that was exactly what hurt him. Jungkook was a bit cliche when it came to things like these; he wanted and craved control, he needed it to ground himself, which may was the reason he felt so comfortable and good around you. You both fit together perfectly because of this, since you came from a family where independence was taught from a very early age, having a father who'd demanded you to move out as soon as you had turned 18, and a mother who showed you how to run a household when you were just a little girl. While he loved being in control, you craved to let go and be lead without having to fear to be used like you'd been before. Yet right now exactly this character trait of his was making him feel miserable. "That's fine." You finally said, making him hum, urging you to explain that statement. "It's okay that you feel bad, it's understandable." You mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck. "Wake me up next time please. You wake me up when you have nightmares, and I'll let you carry me around as much as you want-"

"Deal." He said with a smirk, happy that the tension was finally snapping and letting go, clearing the air around you both. He indeed felt a bit lighter now, as typical as it sounded. Yet you always knew what to say, and it felt good to talk about it, that was something he had to admit. "I love you." He blurted out, and he could practically feel your cheeks heat up against his skin. He chuckled, hand slowly creeping under your soft sweater, caressing your bare skin underneath until he could feel the edge of your bra. You knew what he was hinting at, by now familiar with his need to be close to you after moments like these. It was times like this when he felt most vulnerable yet also the most sensitive to things- like a nerve stripped bare of its fleshy armor. It may seemed odd, but it was his way of grounding himself again, giving his pride and overall confidence a restart after having him expose his feelings like this. You happily agreed, nosing at his neck before kissing, making him smile. His hand opened your bra with well practiced movements, before he slipped his hand underneath the cup, caressing your breast in a gentle gesture.

You moved around a bit, spreading your legs over his lap to dangle off his thighs, palms stopping your hands from moving your sweater over your head. "uh-uh baby, you're gonna get cold." He mumbled before leaning in to kiss your lips, immediately feeling a sense of euphoria he would've never thought he could feel from a gesture like this alone. You whined a bit, but he simply deepened the kiss, tongue demanding entrance you happily gave him. Your hips moved on their own, yet it was in vain with how far he'd your legs spread, not giving you any chance of friction. He loved how your hands moved to only grip the hem of his jeans, yet not going further- it wasn't that you didn't want to, oh hell you did- but recently, he'd started to give you certain rules. Just for fun of course, mostly his, but you had agreed to them, so it was your fault of you wanted to complain- which you certainly didn't. He loved how it just added to his ego, yet it also filled him with a sense of even more will to protect you. If that made sense. "Hm? What is it?" He mumbled between his kisses, eyes still closed, as well as yours. They only opened a fraction once you whined, mumbling something he didn't hear clearly enough. "Louder princess. I can't hear you." He said, a teasing tone to it.

"I said uh.." You started, looking at him, eyes almost hazy. He loved this look on you, as if you slipped into a different mindset around him. He knew by now that you actually did, he'd read about it online, and he felt powerful yet also filled with pride on how much trust you had in him to let yourself go like that. "I said can I please have it?" You mumbled out, cheeks read and oh so endearing to him. He smiled at that, moving his hand over your cheek, having you lean into it like a touch starved animal.

"Good girl. Can you say it clearer though? What do you want?" He asked, and you slowly lowered your gaze, mumbling something incoherent again, and he chuckled. "Alright alright, small steps. We're getting there." Jungkook had started to make it a regular thing to try and get you to communicate with him more clearly, even in a state like this. After all the mishaps you both had in the past due to bad communication between you, he decided that things needed to change. He slowly placed your hands on his shoulders so you couldn't slip off of him, and carefully unbuckled his belt. "Hm.. but I can't put it in baby, you know that right?" He said gently, and you nodded, even if you pouted a bit. It wasn't that he didn't want to go bare, but you didn't take birth control because you hated any form of pills, and he understood that, never pressuring you. He however didn't believe in 'pulling-out' being a good idea since he knew he would never be able to control himself to this extend- so you both agreed on using condoms, just to be safe. Both of you were definitely not ready to parents yet, that was for sure. "Alright." He said, grabbing your skirt and moving the fabric out of the way so your underwear was exposed to him. The darkened fabric was already glistening as he playfully ran two fingers over the spot, making you whine and shift around impatiently. Laughing again he pulled himself out of his underwear, before grabbing your behind and showing you closer to him until his length pushed against your folds, finally giving you a form of release. you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your hips while he made sure to push himself against you in a similar rhythm. breathing heavily, the tension began to rise around you, air feeling stuffy and thick as he squeezed your behind with both hands, grumbling sounds of pleasure against your neck, mouthing against your skin. He was quick to get both of you to the edge, shamelessly letting himself cum over your underwear as he sighed contently. You seemed to get sleepy, arms pulling him closer, whining when he moved you to get down from his lap. "We only had a small breakfast to eat, and I won't let my princess starve in this household." He mumbled, speaking to you in a deep and low voice you could drown yourself in. His gaze fell on your inner thigh, still glistening from his and your releases, and he stood up, playfully slapping a Hand against your butt. "Now go you messy baby, first to get clean gets to eat the leftover shortcake!" He said in excitement, and you wordlessly ran (still a bit wobbly, but way better than weeks prior) to your bedroom, Jungkook gladly letting you win.

"Are you sure I'm not supposed to lift the lid- OW!" Jungkooks intense need to look and check on everything was funny, but also nervwrecking to say the least. He wouldn't even let the pasta cook in peace, constantly trying to lift the lid- even though you told him several times before that no, they won't burn, and yes, the lid is indeed very hot. You had the lid a little tilted so the steam could escape a bit better, and you had told him seemingly a hundred times prior to just leave it like that, but this was Jungkook we were talking about. The lid clattered a bit as it closed on top of the pot, he himself sheepishly turned around to you who stood behind him, looking at him with a gaze that clearly said 'I told you so'. Yet he would never truly listen to you, as funny as that would be. "You gotta kiss it better now!" He exclaimed, and you laughed at his wide eyed look as he held his pointer and middle finger in your direction, the tips of his digits slightly red. You kind of wanted to tell him not to be a crybaby about it, but two could play his games of teasing- and you felt proud at the way his eyes widened even further with the next bold move you made. Typically you never did things like this, but over time you had slowly become more and more comfortable around him, giving you more and more confidence and ease in your actions around him. Proof of that had been the fact that you had started to grow more self-assured whenever you gave him oral- something you had never thought you'd do before being with him. Gabbing his hand with both of yours, you kissed the tips of his fingers before boldly placing them insider your mouth, soft lips closing around them. His pupils dilated dangerously, and this was one of those moment's you could've sworn his entire eyeshape changed- his typical doe eyes becoming slender and sharp, as he pushed his fingers down on your tongue, making you open your mouth. His own lips parted a bit at the sight, the way you showed him such an amount of pure submissiveness making him feel almost high of some sort- yet the moment was broken at the sizzling sound of the water dripping down the sides of the pot, the closed lid making the water foam angrily down onto the stove.

You both had split apart from one another like it was your hands touching the hot plate and not the water, and the way you scrambled to turn around and pretend like setting the table was the most interesting thing to do. Jungkook had swallowed hard, grabbing the red and blue oven mitts to take the pot from the heat source, shutting the oven down and draining the pasta. You meanwhile had to calm yourself down, now in a weird state of- well, what was is? Embarrassment maybe? Possible. Yet you didn't have time to think about it much when you heard the fabric of the gloves Jungkook had used to not get burned, hitting the stone counter with a little more force than they should. The man in question had stormed out of the kitchen, leaving you worried that maybe something had happened- automatically assuming that it was your wrongdoing that had set him off. Studying the wooden surface of the dining table, still bare of any porcelain you should've put out by now, you didn't notice how he'd crept into the room again, hard gaze and frustrated features. You only did too late when his hands had already turned you around by your shoulders, hooking underneath your arms to place you ontop of the table with ease. With almost comically wide eyes you stared at his- a look of determination sparkling behind their dark color. "Oh you thought you could get away with that pretty girl?" He almost growled, a rough edge to the low tone of his voice. "Thought you could just tease me like that, hm?" He said, suddenly not too concerned about you getting cold as he swept the soft sweater over your head, making quick work of your bra underneath with frustrated noises when your arm couldn't escape one of the straps fast enough. His hands instantly kneaded at the flesh, relishing in the soft feel of them before he dipped his head down, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, hands wandering lower until they moved to caress the backs of your thighs. "Hm pretty girl is getting playful isn't she?" He mumbled, chuckling darkly before moving his head away to stand to his full height, pulling on your knees to have your behind almost slip over the edge. You made a surprised sound at this, scared you'll fall off when he hushed you, tipping his head to the side a bit impishly, almost a teasing ghost of a smile on his lips. "Oh? Not so bold now aren't you baby?" He said, looming over you again, his hard on present against your core, making you move your hips, testing if it would be enough friction. He raised an eyebrow at this, hand coming down on your hip to still you. "If you wanna stop just say 'red', okay princess?" His voice was sincere, a bit higher even as he spoke to you, face serious. You whined, not in the mood to talk, but he moved a hand to still your face, grabbing around your chin softly. "No baby, I need an answer. Loud and clear this time." He said, and you pouted at him, yet complied, telling him that you understood. It was a little heartwarming to see his concern even in a situation like that if you weren't so turned on at this point. He smiled, before he removed your skirt, impatiently shoving your damp panties down your legs, not bothering for you to kick them off at this point. Grabbing the fabric of the back of his shirt he pulled it over his head in a swift move, hair a mess over his eyes, barely giving you enough view of his gaze. Your eyes trailed over his tattoos, mesmerized every time you saw them. His muscles flexed underneath his skin as he pulled his jeans down together with his underwear, deep V-line standing out against the rest of his bodily structure. He grabbed something next to your head before opening the foil package, rolling the latex protection over his length quickly before moving your legs to fold over your body to rest against your stomach, eyes locked with yours for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he moved his attention lower, pupils dilating at the view of your very center so ready for him. Not even needing to get himself any harder than he already was since your small situation just minutes prior, he entered you in a slow motion, bathing in the view of his manhood disappearing inside you inch by inch, your whines serving as the music accompanying the scene for him. Oh he knew he'd never get tired of that view, he could happily die with this picture as his last in front of his eyes. Your hands reached for his, interlacing your fingers with his, himself using this to his advantage to keep you as close to him as possible as he picked up his pace. He didn't care about the legs of the table complaining a bit as they scraped over the kitchen tiles with the force he started to put into his motion, mind too deep into the moment to think about that right now. His thoughts were absolutely occupied by you, everything about you- the fact your skin always seemed to glow, looking and feeling so soft underneath his fingers, a perfect match for your equally delicate personality hidden underneath all that physique. "Ah-" He sighed, never letting neither of you have a break. "You're all mine, all mine.." He breathed out, until you squeezed his hands a bit, making him look up at you. You didn't say anything yet he could spot a bit of discomfort behind your eyes, slowing down a bit to let you breathe better. "Hng.. legs-" You started, and Jungkook looked at you, waiting for you to continue. "..they'gettin tingly.." You said, and he could see how hard it was for you to really form any coherent thought, let alone form a sentence. Yet he only smiled, moving you both around a bit, stretching your legs out before he entered you again, this time a bit more comfortably for you. "Good job Baby, thank you- ah- thanks for telling me.." He mumbled, kissing your lips desperately before his hand grabbed your chin again, opening your mouth for him to explore. His hands held you securely by the back of your knees, his hair starting to cling to his forehead with the help of his sweat which was slowly building up at this point. He breathed heavily, eyes never leaving your form, drinking you in like he was a parched man roaming the desert. Surely, your whines started to stretch longer and longer, an indication that you were getting close, making Jungkook pick up his pace, huffing a bit as his own release drew closer as well. The way your legs pulled out of his grasp, your core clenching around him had him spill his load inside the condom, groaning as he did so, gulping down breaths alongside you who laid flat on the table in front of him, his body only held up by his forearms above you, forehead resting on your collarbone. He chuckled after a bit, before finally standing up again. "We should really stop fucking in the kitchen." He said between a laugh, and you looked at him scandalously as if you wanted to deny having any part in this. "Oh don't look at me like that, you enjoyed it too!" He said, helping you stand up for a short moment before he placed his arm underneath your knees, the other supporting your back behind your shoulders. Carrying had seemingly never been an issue for him, no matter how exhausted he might seemed sometimes.

Walking into the bathroom, you went to do your business, (Jungkook insisting you did, even though you had told him you didn't have to pee) and the young man started the shower, water not as hot as he would like it to be, since he knew that you didn't like too hot showers- you were more for hot baths, something he was wary off after you had overdone it one time and went dizzy afterwards. After that situation, he would always sneakily check the water temperature before you would enter, sometimes adding cold water to it so you wouldn't overheat like last time. When you didn't join him after a bit, he peeked his head out of the patterned glass doors, spotting you sitting on the closed toilet seat, seemingly waiting. He chuckled, waving his hand to catch your attention. "Come on doll, we gotta save water, be all environment friendly 'n shit." He said laughing, and you walked over to him inside the shower to let the water fall onto both of you. He immediately grabbed a bottle of yours and his favorite body wash, rubbing his hands together with the lotion between it to warm it up as to not startle you, before he grabbed the purple loofah from the side, lathering it in the soap before he ran it across your backside, careful and completely immersed into the task at hand. He made sure not to scrub as relentless and speedy as he would on his own body, making sure to rinse the foam off of you as well. Something that always got to him was just how petite you looked compared to himself; his hands had started to get a bit rough from working so much these days, a stark contrast to your soft skin. He was fascinated by the very slight and faded scars you had on your skin, all hidden like these 'spot the cat between the owl' pictures. There was one on your arm near the side of your wrist; a burn you had told him before when you had started to work at a bakery. He could spot another one behind your ear, a mark that had wandered overtime, the only real evidence of when you fell off a tree when you were six. Then there were the most recent ones, still bright and present, a stitched line above your right hipbone, as well as some healed scratches all over that side of your body- but these small cracks in your porcelain form would heal completely, they would fade just like the pain he'd felt that day. When he turned you around to wash your front, even though you told him you could do it, he spotted different marks. Like the small birthmarks littered like stars forming a constellation, or the stretch marks most present on the inside of your upper thighs- something you hated, yet he saw them as proof that your body has grown, that you could even catch your own skin by surprise at this point. Whenever his hand ran over that part he could faintly feel the dents, yet it didn't gross him out at all. It made him feel fascinated, because all of this was proof that you were indeed a human being, and not the angle he always found himself mistaking you as. Gently, you took the loofah from him, using his own bodywash, before you repeated the same task on him. He smiled softly down on you, humored by the fact that you had to look up to actually reach his shoulders. Just as you were about to tell him to turn around, his eyes suddenly sharpened impishly, as he reached out to pull on the shower controls, switching to the detachable showerhead instead of the overhead one. For the first time he himself had no intention of satisfying himself in a sense of traditional release, but in another way. As he tapped his shoulders for you to grab onto so you wouldn't fall, he slowly pushed the showerhead against your center, your squeaks and the way your fingers gripped onto his flesh feeding his inner predatory soul. He increased the amount of water flowing through the silver-striped waterhose, the pressure on your delicate nerves leveling up simultaneously. You tried to close your legs but to no avail, the metal not giving away against your soft muscles. Your entrance clenched around nothing as your bundles suddenly snapped like a rubber band pulled too hard, leaving you yelping as you almost jumped at Jungkook, trying to escape his weapon of pleasure and the oversensitivity- but he had reacted fast enough, lowering the pressure so that you could ride it out pleasently, whining a bit while taking deep, shuddering breaths, your arms now locked around his neck, head against his chest. He smiled, the view and action giving him enough satisfaction that he didn't even think about you returning the favor.

After Dinner, you both had made yourself at home on your shared bed, watching a random drama on his scratched up laptop, him sometimes groaning at the fact that the charging cable disconnected randomly sometimes, darkening the screen for a second until he rearranged the already taped cable. You had offered to get your laptop from the other room, but he didn't want you to get up, telling you that it worked just fine. At some point you had yawned, eyes closing for the fraction of seconds it seemed, but in reality it was for more than three, sometimes more. Jungkook noticed how increasingly tired you got, kissing your head before he closed the laptop after pausing the video. He set it down onto the floor next to the bed, shutting off the light and pulling the covers over your bodies, arms immediately reaching around your body, pulling you close. "Hey, 'Koo?" You said after a bit, now awake again after remembering something. He hummed, giving you an indication that he was listening. "..nevermind. Goodnight." He hummed again, before he moved, snapping on the light next to the bed, pushing himself up on his elbow.

"Come on." He said, and you turned around, looking at him with squinted eyes because of the light.

You stared at his neck as you talked. "I dunno.. didn't you want something too, like, when we were in the shower.?" You asked, and he shook his head no. "But like, now I feel bad cause only I got something and you didn't.." You said, and he simply smiled.

"Nah. Its okay really." He said, but your pouting face said otherwise. "Hm.. I mean, I guess there's something I always kind of wanted.." He said, and your eyes widened at that, sparkling with the challenge he just declared to you. He loved how much you trusted him, not even knowing what he was implying, yet already willing to go all in just for his happiness and approval for you. He moved, looming over you. "I'm gonna be pretty mean though.." He said, voice low as he tipped his head to the side a bit, feigning innocence. "..you think pretty girl can take it?" he sing-songed, chuckling at your nodding after his question, and he soon made his hands roam under your shirt running over your chest, feeling your soft buds beginning to peak at his sensual touch, your body already responding to him. He really didn't need anything from you at all, the way you were giving yourself to him had been payment enough, yet he also couldn't hide his own need of being a little selfish once in a while. There certainly were things roaming around in his head that he wanted to turn into reality, yet the perfect timing to talk about it had never been quite right. Now could be the time though. You nodded cutely at him, and he grinned like the wolf in the red riding hood story, ready to feast on his prey like the canine predator pictured in the books. Yet the way he would be devouring you would proof to be way more sinful than what those stories could've ever told about. As he began to push his knee in between your legs, letting you grind against his bare skin through the cloth of your underwear like the desperate being you were, even if you were on the verge of falling asleep just seconds ago, he sighed at the way your face relaxed in pleasure, head pushing a little into the soft pillows underneath, hands reaching for his skin to get any form of physical contact you could get. He grabbed you by your wrists, pushing them into the soft sheets on the mattress you both laid on, ripping his knee and your only source of friction and pleasure away from you as soon as he noticed that you were close. You whined at this, pouting at him as you slowly connected the dots in your head, finally coming to the conclusion of what his intentions would be for the night; and he cooed at you teasingly. "Oh, what is it pretty girl?" He said, brushing your hair back to reveal the entirety of your face to him. "You said you'd take it didn't you? Or did my good girl lie to me, hm?" He hummed, eyes slimming down to slits, his dominating demeanor finally coming to the surface; a fact that you could not yet place as good or bad. "I don't think you did, princess. Good girls never lie.." He chimed, slowly ridding yourself of your underwear, pulling them down your legs until he deemed enough time had passed to continue for the second attempt. This time his hand found its way downtown, reaching between your already shimmering legs to push two of his fingers insider your core, gentle movements way too slow to actually push you anywhere near over the edge. It was like standing on a bridge; you could see the deep waters below, but the railings would always keep you from falling. He was relentless, ever the tease, feeding off of your desperate soft please under your breath, wanting, no needing to hear them more clearly. So once he felt you get close for another time, he sped up his movements for a second, making you wheep out before he pulled away as if burned, pushing his knees between your legs so you were forced to stay open and bare like that, breaths coming out short and cut to pieces. He hushed you again, gently running his warm hand over your lower abdomen, thumb running in circles just below your navel, as he loomed over you again, his hair falling onto your forehead, curled strands tickling your skin. Your eyes were closed shut, frustrated huffs of air escaping you as you peeked one eye open at him, making him chuckle. "Hm.. not quite there yet I think." He mumbled, his thumb pulling your lower lip from between your teeth, opening your mouth for him to kiss you deeply for a moment, helping your body and mind to calm down for a bit. It did nothing to soothe your lower regions, but it did help you to ground yourself at least a little bit, before he moved his body again, this time hooking your legs over his broad shoulders by the back of your knees, grinning sheepishly at you from his spot on his stomach facing your core, licking his lips before he placed his mouth against you, tongue making its way over your most sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow and agonizing motion. He took his time, playing around for a while just how he thought was fitting, eating away like a starved man who was trying to savor every little bite, before he pulled away with a wet noise, just before you could slip from his grasp. You sobbed drily without tears, pleading loudly this time, before he changed his position yet again, pushing his length inside as slow as he could, staying inside of you for a moment, before pulling out again, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and putting it on, chuckling as his own hips bucked a bit at the sheer sensitivity he'd gained at this point. He pushed inside after a bit again, careful not to touch your pulsing pearl as to not accidentally let you cum, bringing himself to a short release before he reached for your hands which clenched the sheets so tightly he was scared you'd hurt yourself. As soon as the still sensitive tip of his length had gently popped out of you, he could see the way your legs quivered, trying to desperately close up, get any sort of friction, tight hole clenching around nothing; it was an almost magical sight to him, really. He moved his hand over your center, gathering the slick of your body and moving his hand all the way to your chest, softly running his digits over the smooth flesh of one of your breast, humming gentle tunes to you. „Hm, you’re doing so well, you’re so good for me, that’s the last one okay?“ he hummed to you, eyes softening at your glistening ones, tears of frustration gathering over your eyes, clouding and blurring his image for you until you blinked them away, letting them run down your cheeks. The back of his other hand gathered them before they could travel far, wiping them away and kissing your cheeks in return, smile on his lips never wavering. „You’re so, so so good, gonna stop being mean now, okay doll?“ he said and you shook your head yes frantically, making him chuckle. „Then lemme see you fly little dove..” he mumbled, catching you by surprise as he shoved himself back inside you were he felt like he belonged, his pace relentless, inked hand reaching between your bodies to glide over your already pulsating pearl below. Your neck pushed your head into the pillows beneath, mouth opening in a silent scream, as your back arched into his chest, his eyes never leaving your form as you came with the feeling of pure euphoria. And even though it had only lasted seconds, the view alone had made him release as well, mouth frantically attaching to your neck, mouthing at the skin, biting, groaning, his entire body reacting to the way your hands scrambled to hold onto him, thighs shaking, legs pulling him closer. He truly had been a pure moron to miss out on a feeling like this before; yet he was sure that he could only fly that high with you as his wings. It has never happened before to him, but he actually came again as well, surprising himself which made him moan in a pitch higher than usual. He gasped, falling down next to you after he discarded the condom into the bin next to the bed, pulling you close immediately, needing to have you against his skin.

Jungkook was a man who only knew how to convey his feelings sexually. He never was someone to enjoy physical affection like cuddling or kissing, he was clumsy with his words, and he always found typical dates cliche and cringey. Yet he caught himself like this again, with your body in his arms, the window letting in the sun from outside, warm light creating glowing patterns on your exposed skin mimicking the stripes of the blinds. He couldn't help but feel like this was the most aesthetic thing he'd ever seen, wanting to take a picture of it but also not wanting to move and wake you in the process. This was your doing, the way he slowly changed over time, growing more and more into a person he actually started to like whenever he looked into the mirror. He no longer was the guy that stared back at him with eyes full of judgement, but a young man who's gaze was full of determination and confidence. And slowly this confidence wasn't just a mask, but genuine. And it made him sigh with a smile, closing his eyes to catch some more sleep with you and maybe even meet you in his dreams.

"Why are my shirts pink?!"

"You put my red skirt into the wash with the white laundry I guess?"

"Wait ...you're not supposed to do that?"

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