#ugh maybe i let him keep the hood

[thedawningofthehour]

This sucks because I was planning to change Gale's battle outfit after the next chapter...but I feel like it's too iconic to change now. He looks too cool.

[screampied]

pls pls pls can we get some overstimulating toji, Hes whimpering so much, maybe tie his hands up 👀🙏 love u twin

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji letting you "top" him

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, whiney toji, riding him after he cūms, dirty talk, mdni.

“hmph. you’re gettin’ too fuckin’ cocky,” toji gruffs lowly, leaning back against the padded comforter. dark eyes stare right back into you as you straddle his lap. he’s buried into you, and he was just about to finish. his breaths were quick paced, huffing and puffing. white clouds of air escape his lips as he keeps dark irises on each of your fidgety movements. “wipe that smile of y’er face. don’t like when ya give me that look.”

you hum, leaning in to toss your arms over his wide shoulders. whilst he’s stretching your gummy walls out to the very fullest— you lean in to plant a kiss near the right side of his lip, soft contact right against his infamous slanted scar. a soft moan always withdraws from his lips whenever you did that. the toughness that scraps against your mouth as you plant your lips down on that specific spot. “or …what?” you tease, grinding your hips just a bit more brisker at a fleeting tempo. “aw, someone’s getting close?”

“fuuuck,” he growls out, pearly white canines sticking out near the very corners of his mouth. toji’s head throws back in rapture and he feels your hand glide down the middle part of his chest. his shaggy, unkempt bare chest—all types of scars from his work that you love to feel all over. he’s about to pump you full, the blissful agitation that pokes against his nerves makes him feral. “sensitive still,” and with a low exhale, he glares at your stretching sly smile. “don’t give me that look. don’t …. even—f-fuck..”

and at that exact moment, toji fushiguro whined.

you grow quiet. he grows so quiet, it’s so silent that you could hear a pen drop.

toji swallows, even a simple action as that was just so loud. he groans, leaning back against the fat silk pillows before he stares at you with low hooded eyes.

“s-shit,” and his voice continues to grow more . . . shaky.

it’s so unlike him, the way his words quaver from each word was so cute to hear. you even had his hands tied up, pinned amongst the edges of the bed. he was sprawled all out for you while you were grinding against his lap.

“i spoil you too much, f-fuckin’ little girl,” and he’s clearly trying to keep up his rough facade— but alas, it’s really no use.

“you’re cute when you whine, baby,” you smooch against the scar near the right side of his lip.

his mouth twitches in vexation and you watch as his eyes roll further back.

his abdomen— oh, it burns into a mild volume of arousal, he’s profusely sweating before he feels himself about to break. each time you sneak a kiss against his scar, he groans. “mwah,” you tease, treating the lower part of his face with such delicacy. toji was shooting you a look of grimace. briefly—he tried to keep up his stubborn antics, but his glare only turned into lewd eye rolls from how good you clamp against his cock. it’s so good, the saturation of your sopping wet pussy squeezing down on him tight, he’s going dumb by the minute. “it’s okay, toji. you can cum.”

“don’t tell me what to d—” and he gets cut off before he quite literally does cum, it’s abrupt. toji’s quavering underneath you as he dumps a thickset load of seed into you. “shit, fuckin’ damn,” he heaves. his breath was heavy as he’s leaning all the way back now. with a hand still gripped onto your left hip, he sinks into the weightlessness nirvana that awaited him. “fuuck,” he pants, a rough hand grasping your ass— for a solid moment, toji grows quiet and the only sounds that’s could have been made were the sloshes of your cunt accepting his seed. somehow he managed to rip off the restraints on his wrists—wasting no time to finally touch you. in the midst of still rocking your hips in a circular rotation again toji—it consists of such satiny ropes, you’ve never felt more stuffed. “ugh, fuckin’ slut. got me moanin’ for you like this-”

you giggle, gifting him with a chaste kiss. “i’m not done, baby. keep up with me, okay?”

toji’s caught by surprise once you start to move your hips again, accelerating them against him and he whines. “f-fuck, the fuck? girl, ‘jus fuckin’ came . . sensitive, goddamnnn.”

it was cute, the way his low raspy voice pitches up an octave— he’s whimpering, the rapid movements of your pussy having him practically speechless. with his twitching dick now flaccid, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist. a raw groan only then wrenches from the back of his throat.

“can’t cum anymore, f-fuck, ‘m still sensitive,” he babbles, softly pulling you by the neck to give him a kiss.

and by kiss, it was more sloppy than anything. with wet tongues moving against each other in tavern, he feels you grinding again and again.

toji’s so warm. he can feel his heartbeat coercively pulsating through his ears. your tender touch against him had him so needy. even while having him like this— he was still attractive, yet that’s when you grab his wrists, making him pin them back again. “fuck are ya d-doing.”

“no touching me, baby,” you hum, and his glare returns. with pinkish crimson lips squeezing into a scowl, his darkened eyebrows curl into a furrow. “touch me after you give me another one, yeah?”

he swallows, toji couldn’t believe how dominant you were being. it was rare to get him like this, even rare to be on top of him.

“fuckin’ brat,” he grouses, his muscles near his forearms tensing. your cunt’s involuntarily constricting around his massive length. your walls hug him tightly before he starts to pant more and more. “fine. f-fine, just kiss me again…… please.”

you lean in, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before pulling him into a deep kiss.

he’s so sensitive—heavy, hot huffs of breaths gnashing together, he whines again in your mouth. toji shivers, feeling the print of your thumb brush down against his undercut. he groans, feeling your hips start to pick up pace again and he pulls away to breathe. “phew,” he puffs out, seeing nothing but pure stars. you rode him so good that he didn’t even have a witty comeback.

toji’s entire face was all flustered, he glowers once he sees your smug grin tug against your lips. “what.”

“you should whine more,” you pause your hips, leaning in to pepper a few kisses against his cheek. he’s so fluttered—still heaving through his full lungs, eyelids halfway open as a big arm wraps around your waist. toji pulls you close, despite how embarrassed he was—he took it as a opportunity to pull you closer towards him. “you sound so cute when you’re whiney.”

“shut up,” he pouts, avoiding eye contact. toji’s still stuffed inside of you before he grunts once he feels you starting to move then stop. “m-mhm. don’t stop though. keep going.”

you giggle, bringing a single finger to stroke his cheek. “say please, toji.”

“fuckin—” he starts, sending you straight daggers. he’d argue further but he was still deeply buried into you. just a quick move with your hips and he’d start whining again from the euphoric friction. “fine. fine, just finish fucking me, please.”

“good boy,” you kiss the top of his head, starting up your hips again and he brings you into his chest, wrapping his beefy arms around you before whimpering into your neck.

he swallows, seeping his teeth into the crevice of your neck. “shut u-mhm,” and he slumps back with a pussydrunk smile on his face. “actually….praise me more. call me that again, ‘n look at me when you do.”

“good boy, toji,” you repeat in a sweet voice, picking up his head to make him stare into your eyes—he’s still panting before he leans back, groaning, shuddering from your touch. “such a good boy.”

[ayyy-pee]

ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

or

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam. 

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master. 

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you. 

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you. 

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members. 

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for. 

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked. 

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him. 

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk. 

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder. 

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night. 

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line. 

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement. 

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves. 

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be. 

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning. 

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him. 

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison. 

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you. 

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose. 

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you. 

[euno11a]

i just saw your post about reader who can’t make themselves cum and ugh i love it, especially because i feel like no one ever talks about or includes it. anyways i would love to hear your thoughts on reader who has a hard time cumming, especially during sex no matter how good it feels

I fell that it’s honestly really important to talk about it to let people know that they aren’t alone. And I’m so glad you liked it :)

It is scientifically proven that men can cum easier during sex than women. It’s mostly because women have complex bodies, what works for one person might not work for the other. So when figuring out your own body, it’s important to keep in mind that your body is unique compared to others.

this wasn’t the first time that you’d been sprawled out in bed with Simon pleasing you. He kissed up and down your body, caressed every inch of you, even stopped for a little to rest his head on your chest and make sure you were nice and relaxed. You two had been on this journey together for a little while now, trying to figure out what you like and how he can make his pretty cum. He had tried many things, using his tongue, light pressure on your clit, firmer pressure, no pressure and just stimulating your g-spot, stimulating your g-spot and your clit, adding nipple play to see if that made you more sensitive; but even if it felt good, your body wouldn’t let yourself go.

at first, Simon thought it was because he wasn’t good enough. That he just lost his touch and that he wasn’t doing enough for you. But when you comforted him and explained how you’d been like this since you could remember, it made him feel better and worse. Alright, he wasn’t a complete failure and could still make you cum���but why hasn’t he? Every time you two had sex or just did foreplay, he would make sure to take all the time in the world to get you really nice and wet for him. He would use his fingers to curl inside you and touch that spot to make you mewl and arch your back off the mattress. But you still couldn’t cum. You were in the middle of him thrusting into you, feeling how his cock would twitch gently inside you, his fingers working your clit. Left side, right side, hood of it, right on it, pinching it gently, but all it would do is make you feel more pleasure that lead to nothing but a dead end.

you buried your head into his neck and let out small whimpers as he kept his movements steady. After another 15 minutes, that’s when the whimpers turned into silent sobs. Your body jerked a little as you cried, tears gliding down your cheeks and onto his bare shoulder. His head leaned down against yours and held you tightly, gently sliding your of you to hold you in his lap. You cried softly, neither of you talking, but both knowing what was wrong. “I don’t like being broken…” you said through little cries, voice soft and hoarse. But you were cut off by Simon shaking his head and cupping your face to press small kisses against the apples of your cheeks.

“Yer not broken, love. Y’just different. Just because we don’t know how t’make you cum just yet doesn’t mean my sweet girl is broken.” His words were soft against your ear as he caressed your head, another time failed.

as time passed, you began losing hope. It’s fair, thinking you just can’t do it because something inside is wrong or maybe you just weren’t cut out to be able to feel that pleasure everyone talks about. You started to notice how Simon even began refusing any type of pleasure. Handjob? No thanks, love. Maybe a blowjob cause you had a stressful day? Nope, but I do need cuddles, sweet girl. He was refusing your love. While he sat in his home office finishing some paperwork, you walked in quietly, staring at him as he stared down at the paper, pushing up his glasses. The glasses that you finally got him to buy because he kept complaining about the television being too hard to see and the news on his phone is too small. Thank god you did though, he looked bloody hot in them. Scooting your way into his office, you stood in front of his desk, catching his attention. “Somethin’ ya need, love?”

your cheeks burned as he looked at you, but you couldn’t get distracted! “Why are you refusing my love?”

it was clear the question caught him off guard by the way he paused, mouth slightly agape as he looked at you. “I’m not refusin’ your love. What makes you say that?”

“Wha-…? Yes you are! Every time I offer you a blowjob or a handjob, you say no. Am I doing something wrong? Does it not feel good? Do you…do you not like me anymore?”

he could hear your little heart shatter in that last question, standing up from his chair and walking over to you. He grabs you hands and sits on his desk, pulling you towards him. “I fucking love you. Neve think for a minute that I stopped loving you. I’m refusing to let you do any of tha’ because I don’t think it’s fair to ye. Not fair that my sweet girl has to endure not bein’ able to cum, so m’not gonna either.” He says while looking straight into your eyes, his thick and calloused fingers pushing some hair behind your ear. “Won’t cum until you can.”

while you thought he was refusing your live, he was actually doing it because he didn’t want you to feel left out? This man looked like a scary man, but he was the most thoughtful and caring teddy bear ever. “What if I never do, though?”

“Then neither will I.” He spoke seriously. “Understand?”

the small nod you give him is enough acknowledgement for him, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Now, I was doin’ some research, and I found that most women can’t reach an orgasm without some help. So, what do ya think ‘bout lookin’ for some toys with me, eh?”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

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Sy is nice enough but you're still put off by your meeting. He carries a bag gallantly to a large black truck and pulls open the back door to place it on the seat. He turns to you to take the next. You hug it, wondering if you should settle for half your load and run for the hills.

Still, you can't help but feel beholden to him. The pin on his hat and the way he looks at you. He just seems a bit oblivious to how unsettling his approach Is.

He takes the bag and you just stare. You feel hollow and your ears are on fire. You just keep going along with this and that voice in your head is screaming at you to stop.

“Here,” he shuts the back door and pulls the passenger's open.

You look at him then into the truck. Are you crazy!? You can't just go with this man in his vehicle…

You grab onto the interior of the door and climb up into the truck. He touches your lower back gently as if to help you. You drop into the seat and thank him, trying not to let your fear bubble over.

He shuts the door and your stomach plummets. Are you being kidnapped? Are you letting yourself be abducted? Oh, you're gonna end up on a podcast.

He gets in the driver's side as you sink into the horror movie unfolding in your head. You look over at him as he unfolds a pair of dark sunglasses and puts them on to block out the sun's glare. He's so calm it's frightening. He knows exactly what's coming and you can't even begin to imagine the sheer terror awaiting you.

Maybe a nice basement cell. Worse, a field and a hole six feet deep. Your heart feels like it's stopped. Your vision is hazy and your ears are ringing.

The truck rolls backwards and lurches you back to reality. You blink and look over the hood. Sy pulls out of the spot smoothly and cranks the wheel to straighten out.

“Y'okay, sweetie?” He asks as he comes to the exit.

“Mmm, yeah,” you eke out as you grip the inside of the door. “I'm all good I just… I never expected to meet a follower.”

“Yeah, I uh… you know, I only ever dreamed it. Being over there, the days… well you don't know if you'll see the next, or even the night,” he lets out a deep breath, “I didn't put real thought into it til I got back and… it's so fu– so, er, lonely, you know? You're the only thing that was the same.”

“Oh,” your cheeks twitch as you attempt a smile, “that's very sweet. I… you know, I kinda just do the streams to get my thoughts out, it's not really… I don't know.”

“I like it. It's peaceful,” he drives down the street as the passing buildings spike your concern. “Don't get much of that.”

“Sure, I… I can imagine.”

“Hey, if it means keeping sweet things like you safe, I'll do it,” he chuckles. 

Before you can respond, he slams on the breaks and his tires skid. A car in front of him flashes their tail light. He snarls and you watch the fury furrow above his brows.

“You fu–” his booming voice catches and he bites down on his words, growling instead. “Ugh,” he exhales, “that guy… coulda got hurt…”

“Yeah,” you clasp your hands together.

"Or he coulda hurt us!" He throws a hand up.

“That was close," you mewl, "but we're okay, right?”

He inhales and looks at you. He closes his eyes and nods, “you're right, sweetie.”

You bite down, fighting not to show your fear. There's something in him that threatens to boil over. You can see it in the vein popping out along his forehead.

“So, I know a place, they got good bacon, probably some good french toast,” he leans on the pedal again, “get some whip cream on top?”

“Well, I appreciate it but I really should get home,” you say gently, “but maybe another time–”

“It's my treat, sweetie,” he insists, “it's been a long time since I got to sit down to eat with a pretty girl.”

“Oh,” is all you can muster. You don't want to push him. You know the tenuous tightrope walk. Just do what he wants, keep him happy.

“I didn't say… you look real nice today. That's my favourite of yours,” he keeps one hand on the wheel and points towards you, “the overalls.”

“Thank you,” you murmur and twist your fingers, letting out a rocky chuckle.

“So cute when you do that,” he rumbles and rests his hand on the corner of your seat, “that lil laugh.”

“Um, yeah, sorry, I… it's  a habit.”

“Nah, I like it,” he assures you and rescinds his hand to flip his signal on.

He turns into another plaza and you see the bright painted sign above a diner. A white cup on a teal banner. You've never been there but you pass it on the bus. He pulls up right at the front of the lot before the windows. You can see people inside as waitress carry trays between tables.

“I don't know about you but I'm starving,” he drawls and undoes his seat belt.

You sit in the seat, paralysed and helpless. He comes around your side and you click the button on your own belt. You turn and he offers his hand to help you get down. When you ignore it, he grabs your arm to ease your landing.

He swings the door shut and you shuffle past him. You have no choice but to keep going. Get through this and you'll go home and block him. Maybe even delete your whole account.

He reaches around you as you come up to the door and pulls it open. Be sweeps you inside with his arm and follows you through. A waitress in a black blouse greets you and you look to Sy over your shoulder.

“Table, thank you,” he says.

She leads you to a table for two and you sit, arms crossed as you rock nervously. He orders coffee as he slides off his sunglasses and the waitress turns to you. You push yourself straight. 

“Um, chocolate milk, please,” you request.

“Right away, hon,” she leaves you with the menus as you unfold your arms and pick at your thumbnail.

“So cute, chocolate milk,” he comments as he takes the laminated menu from the table, “oh, look,” he flicks it, “French toast. Can get berries with it.”

You look down and lean forward to see past the sheen of the plastic sheath. You narrow in on the French toast but your stomach rolls. You're too nervous to be hungry.

“Yeah, looks good,” you say, “um, I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Sure,” he smiles as he browses the menu.

You get up, wobbling slightly before you get your balance. You search for the sign to the restrooms and head down the short hall behind the kitchen. You dip inside and lock yourself in a stall.

You really can't afford to abandon your groceries. Worse, you don't dare anger him. He's nice but you don't know how nice he'd be if you ran out on him. Just get yourself together, it's just breakfast. You'll get through it then try to forget your stupidity.

You should've known better but you didn't have enough followers to worry  it never even occurred to you but it should be. It's your own fault.

You take a few minutes to mellow out. You don't quite get there but the longer you stay, the longer he has to get suspicious. No, you're not going to run. You don't think you'll get very far.

You come back out and return to the table. As you sit, he sips his coffee and his eyes crinkle at you. Your chocolate milk is waiting beside a wrapped straw. As you tear through the paper, you sense him watching you.

He clinks his cup down, "ordered your french toast. Extra sugar... since you're so sweet."

You issue a brittle chuckle. You stare at him. He's taken his cap off, revealing a shaved head above his thick beard. His shoulders are broad, all of him is. He's so thick and his arms are bulging with muscle beneath his tee shirt. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, a contrast to the rest of his rough exterior.

"You don't gotta be shy," his voice gristle in his throat as he leans forward, elbows on the table. "What do ya wanna know?"

"Pardon?" You croak.

"Well, I know everything about you," he grins, "you barely know me."

You gulp, wavering like you've been knocked upside the head. You part your lips and peer around. His self-awareness if almost there but not quite.

"I..." you don't know what to say or ask or do. He toys with the handle of his coffee cup. "What do you take.... in your, uh, coffee?"

He chuckles, "really? Why's that? You planning to bring me coffee in the mornings?"

You meet his eyes again and he winks. You giggle and move your lips like a gasping fish.

"Teasing, ya, sweetie, I don't wanna rush you," he says, "I take it black, but I don't mind some cream on Sundays."

You nod, embarrassed, and poke your straw into your cup, leaning forward to slurp up the chocolate milk. His eyes linger on your lips as you do. You pull back and take a napkin to wipe your mouth.

"Erm... well, what... how did you... find my page?"

He sits back, gripping the edges of the table as he sighs, "I was just scrolling around but I'm starting to think it's something bigger than us, you know? I was goin' through it. I needed something and there you were, showin' off those new boots you got with the flower."

Flowers? You got those boots over a year ago. You remember that stream. He's been watching you that long.

"Oh, ha, right," you murmur.

"There aren't many people out there like you left, you know? I've seen the worst in people but in you, I saw the best," he explains, "the way you just take everything in. Looking at the flowers and the birds and... you just know how to appreciate life."

You smile and nod. What else can you do as the world crashes down? He was there yesterday. That blurry figure behind you in the photo, the shadow creeping just beyond your sight. You don't doubt it was him.

“I try, er…”

You sit back as the waitress approaches. She puts a plate before you, French toast with a side of fruit salad, sugar and whip on top of the bread. She lays down Sy's plate, mounded in eggs, home fries, sausage, and two types of bacon, with rye toast. You would guess that is just barely enough to fill him up.

“Dig in,” he says as he grabs his cutlery.

You sit forward and take your fork and knife. You cut into the eggy bread and stab the small triangle of the corner. As you raise your fork, Sy growls, “get some cream too, sweetie.”

You flinch but do as he says. You swipe the bread through the dolloped cream and shove it through your lips. You stare at your plate as you chew. You wish he wouldn't watch you. You don't like eating in front of others.

“Is it good?” He asks.

“Very,” you swallow and cover your mouth.

“Don't worry, I think it's cute you got cream on your lips,” he plucks up a piece of bacon with his fingers, “didn't get good fixings like this in the sh– over there,” he bites into the strip and chews.

“Yeah, I wouldn't think…” you twirl your fork nervously, “do you have to go back?”

“Mmm, not anytime soon. They're tryna get me on a desk,” he shrugs, “might be a good change but I don't know if I'm suited to it…” he tosses back the rest of the bacon, chewing thoughtfully, “but I'm about that age. Gotta settle down, so I figure, makes sense.”

“Right, right, yeah, fair,” you garble mindlessly.

“Besides, when you got someone at home, you don't wanna run back into the bull– into war,” he smirks.

You take another bite, even as your stomach churns. You don't like how he's talking, as if you're together. As if he knows you. It's strange.

He scoops up a forkful of home fries and shovels them back. You can't fault his table manners, he was probably eating out of cans for the last few years. Not that you would say anything. You're much too scared for that.

You fall into a trance, focusing on the simple task of cutting into the toast, chewing but not tasting as your heart tamps behind your ears. You sense a shift and look up, your cheeks full of food as you make eye contact with Sy’s phone camera. You swallow painfully and nearly choke.

“What are you doing?” You squeak.

“For your Instagram,” he smiles, “I’ll send you the pics…” he frames his phone with both hands as he admires the screen, “you look so cute.”

You shudder and grip the knife and fork tight. You look back to the stack. You think you’ll ask for it to go. If you eat any more, you’re definitely going to be sick.

[wherenymphsroam]

Real dad! Leon coming over to help you with your car.

Something’s wrong with it, so why wouldn’t you call your dad to help you out? He gets there, pops the hood and finds the problem that he starts to fix.

You check on him every ten or so minutes, noticing how maybe he took his jacket off, how his hair is getting messier. He’s more out of breath and a little sweaty. It makes you forget he was even speaking to you, asking for you to go grab him a bottle of water so he can cool down.

And when you do come out with the water, his shirt is off this time. He grins and laughs at you. Maybe he’s a little mean and teases you about it, talking about how you haven’t seen a man like him before ugh omg

The tension would be sooo thick after that. Especially if he stays over for a while, maybe taking a shower in your bathroom. He comes out in a towel, making sure it hangs low to catch your attention since you just loved staring at him earlier

Please please please hear me out

oh I’m hearing you Mel. I’m hearing ya.

“Like mother like daughter”

cw: daddy/daughter incest, leon is your real dad in this, some mixed in religious themes, leon being a cocky douche even in his old age, kitchen counter fucking, slight breath play but it’s only bc Leon’s arm is around readers neck, barely proof read.

a/n: idc im not making this formatting all pretty, I literally blacked out and coughed up 2.5k at two in the morning. straight filth. here you go, eat you little shits.

And up until that point, it’s just that. It’s only that. Tension. Silent, deadly, heavy in the air of your small place.

That is, until he slices right through it, walking out of your bathroom in nothing but that towel.

When you were smaller, he’d never take showers when you were around, making sure to slip them in during the dark hours of the morning or long after you were asleep. And on the occasion that you were around, even into your teen years he’d all but beeline to his bedroom to get changed, only leaving you with a lingering glance at his broad back. That is, when you’d will yourself to look as he strode down the hall. You shouldn’t be looking at your dad in such immodest state, let alone like that.

And yet here you are, dry mouthed and stock still where you stand at your kitchen island. He had strode in, so confident, almost cocky, claiming he forgot his glass of water. As if he couldn’t have grabbed it after he was decent. Because he’s just so thirsty after all that work today, and the kitchen is on the way to your guest bedroom where he was going to change anyway. What would be the point in doubling back?

He’s about to grab his glass and slip back out of the kitchen, content enough to be swift in his appearance. That is, until he notices the look on your face.

“What?” He chuckles, his smile sly. He knew he didn’t look the same as he did when he was twenty something years old. The scars, the soft layers of fat that had cropped up over thick muscles in his pecs and abs, the healthy line of hair that trails underneath his towel — it’s all a reminder of what his body has been through, how it’s matured through the years. Yet, here you were standing there and gawking at him, as if you’d never seen a shirtless man before.

He’s met with silence. Wetting your lips, swallowing thickly, blinking a few times — it’s takes you a beat too long to be deemed appropriate to realize you were staring. Barely holding back the urge to curse under your breath, you cover your obvious gawking with a dry cough, a shake of your head. Waving a dismissive hand at him and rolling your eyes as if suddenly he’s a nuisance.

“Ew,” you snort, turning back to the dishes you had been in the middle of doing. “Go get changed, old man.”

“Ouch,” he hissed, snickering now. Directly defying your playful orders, he leans on the kitchen island now, leaving only the hand on his hip to keep his towel secure around his hips.

“I wasn’t always an old man. Your mom was attracted to me at one point in time, you know,” he hums, teasing, playful. Far more playful than appropriate.

“Obviously,” you mutter, willing yourself not to turn around. Your gaze bores down, practically drilling through the pan you’re scrubbing. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He laughs then, throaty and low, his stomach shaking from the strength of it.

“That you are.”

Footsteps.

Coming towards you, the old tile squeaking softly in specific weak points as he crosses your small kitchen. You don’t notice how your scrubbing slows, subconsciously distracted by his warmth as it settles behind you, looming.

“I asked you a question, you know,” he murmurs, piercing eyes trained on you.

He’s done this in times past. Sometimes when he’s reprimanded you, sometimes in joking passing. Directing your attention back to a voiced inquiry that you decide to oh so conveniently side step, choosing to ignore in favor of your own comfort. And like always, he wasn’t going to let you slide.

“What’s with that look on your face?” he rephrases, tilting his head.

Don’t stop scrubbing.

You don’t. If anything, the movements of your arm grow faster, harder, practically burning your sponge into the surface of a pan that’s been clean for two minutes now.

“What look?” you hum, feigning ignorance, clearly so busy with your task at hand.

Rolling his eyes, he adjusts his towel around his hip, tugging it tighter. The action had the back of his palm brushing into your hip.

“Nope. You don’t get to play dumb with me,” he tuts, low and far too close to the back of your neck. A few inches more, and his breath would fan against the back of your neck.

“When was the last time you went out, anyways? Hell, the last time you told me about a boyfriend?” he snickers, moreso at the mental image of the last loser you brought home to him.

Sighing, your jaw sets, your heart skipping in your chest.

“Dad, we’re not talking about this right now,” you groan, adjusting your craned neck, shifting your weight over your feet as you turn the faucet on. Suds slide off the nonstick surface of the pan, pooling and circling to disappear a moment later down your drain.

“You’re right. We’re not.”

Pausing, your gut twists in a way you haven’t felt in a while. It’s that feeling you get, that tugging that tells you the guy you’re hanging out with wants more. That the guy you’re alone with has intentions driven by hunger, need. That he wants you.

But you’re not alone with just some guy. Not alone with even a guy your age. He’s not a classmate. Not a friend. Not some sleazy tinder date you brought home.

It’s your dad.

A deep breath in. An effort of swallowing and burying that feeling. Of shoving it deep enough in hopes that it wouldn’t crawl back up again.

An exhale through your nose, forcing your movements as you reach for the next dirty dish.

“Then what are we talking about?” you scoff, glad he can’t see your face, your eyes that waver. Taking a tone you typically do during your nitter nattering with him, a tone he would reprimand you for in your teen years.

“The fact that you were eye-fucking your father a minute ago,” he mutters, his tone indecipherable.

“That’s what we’re talking about.”

Was he angry?

Disappointed, maybe?

Uncomfortable?

You can’t tell. Out of all the times you’re able to read your father, quick to pin down his vocal habits, of course it’s right now that you fail to get a read on him. Because admittedly, you haven’t heard him like this before.

Why did you care? Did you want him to be angry? Uncomfortable?

Why aren’t you uncomfortable?

Finally, your pitiful stress scrubbing comes to a halt. It’s as if he just fed an IV of ice water through your veins, his voice resounding through the kitchen as it falls silent around you.

You’re hesitant, slow when you turn your head. Brows knitted, lips parted — something you got from him — you can’t even bring yourself to meet his damn eyes.

“W… What? Dad, I’m not eye-fucking you-“

“Be honest. When was the last time you got laid?” he scoffs, all amusement drained from his voice. Not quite lecturing, nor demanding. But firm.

Glancing up at him, you search his eyes, silently floundering under his hard gaze. It takes all your willpower not to let your own wander down the still damp skin of his neck, his collarbones.

This isn’t appropriate.

When you were younger, he’d physically cringe at the idea of you ever experiencing sex. Would clench his fist, draw his brows at the idea of some insolent little boy getting his hands on you, in you.

“Don’t forget to mention the .45 I keep in my bedside,” he’d not so jokingly quip whenever you’d head out for a date.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then. Gotta go polish my bat,” he’d make a point of specifying the one time you had a male friend over to study for a big exam.

It was from a place of protectiveness. Of love. Because you were his little girl. Didn’t want you getting hurt. Even if he knew that one day you’d probably end up entangled in the back of some college idiots Honda accord his parents got him, that you’d one day be introduced to the world of true heart break, he wanted, needed to keep you out of the worlds grips for just a little bit longer. For as long as he could control.

And here he is, asking so crudely when you last got laid.

“I asked you a question.”

A beat passes. Another one. Your neck is uncomfortable, half turned over your shoulder like this. But you dare not turn away.

“Never.”

Oh.

Oh.

There it is. All it took was some light prodding and you’re coughing up.

Because he told you to. Because he loves you. Because you’re a good girl. His good girl.

Not some sleazy tinder dates.

Not some broke college boy with a measly Honda accord.

No, no. He really should’ve known better. You have more refined taste than he often wants to give you credit for. Well, that is, until he’s taking credit for you, so quick to remind you it’s him you inherited such trait from.

His little girl was always needier than that. Better than that. Smarter than to so freely give herself to whatever scumbag picked her up some flowers from the grocery store on his way over to the house before a date, smarter than to let some asshole take advantage of any insecurity.

“You were saving it for me weren’t you?”

His voice comes out as a panted snicker into your neck, spoke into the numerous bites and blooming spots of color along your nape. It takes you a moment, lost in the hazy, sickly heated daze the two of your have made of the kitchen air around you. With pots long forgotten, one side of the sink full of cooled water, the sound of the faucet that had been running earlier is replaced with the wet claps of skin against skin.

Sharp, deep, all consuming when his pelvis collides into your ass, the fat of it rippling under each heavy collision. It threatens to steal your sense of coherency from you with each drive.

“H… Huh?”

Your voice is a mess, not too unlike the rest of you. The thick arm he has wrapped around your neck doesn’t really help, seeing as how it only constricts your already dry throat. Speaking proved to be far more difficult than it maybe should be right now.

“Your virginity, sunshine,” he murmurs into your ear, low and hot, brewed with an aftertaste of amusement. As if he didn’t just address you by the nickname he gave you when you were, what, three? As if he wasn’t speaking over the sounds of his body burying him within yours.

“Y’saved it just for me, huh? Knew only your Daddy could take care of you?” he snickers, looking at you oh so intently, adoringly almost. Far too tenderly, given how the thick muscles of his arm ripple with each jerk of your body in his hold.

You were always so pretty. Got it from your mother. Those sweet eyes, the pout of your lips. Even your tears, how they rolled down your cheeks in fat, hot trails of ecstasy matched how your mother would cry for him. How sweet.

And oh, even sweeter, the hitch of your constricted breaths. Your cries, your whimpers, those broken moans that fall so steadily are heavenly, even if what he was committing right now was far from.

Leon had never been a religious man, at least not into his adult life.

What the hell did he care about how wrong this was? God could twist and turn and kick and scream all he wanted, sat up on his high and mighty throne. He could whine and cry all about this was wrong, how he didn’t bless Leon with such a beautiful daughter for him to fuck her.

But right now? Leon doubts that. Hell. Somewhere, hidden deep into the darkest corners and recesses of his mind, Leon hopes that is the reason he was given a daughter. He snickers at the very idea of you being bestowed to him like the damn sacrificial lamb for the slaughter, his own personal sunshine and warm body.

Because why else would you cry like her?

Why else would you sigh and tremble and shudder just like her?

Why else would your voice crack and pitch along the same patterns hers did when he pushed her to her very limits?

Why else would God let his most beloved walk out of his life and leave him with her most beautiful creation, if not to fall in love with her all over again?

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimper, like a damn broken record in his arms. With your shorts pooled around your ankles, your shirt shoved up just high enough for him to paw at your pretty tits, you were practically a spitting image.

A growl of satisfaction, of delight reverberates through him and you feel it. It all but shakes you to your core, how his chest rumbles against your back. It’s all consuming, so overwhelmingly delicious how warm, how strong he is. You really couldn’t be to blame for how quickly you deteriorate, stuttering through gasped warnings of impending end.

“Ask me properly,” he mutters into your neck, breaths heavy with exertion and hot with carnal lust as he speaks into the shell of your ear.

“Tell Dad you wanna come.”

“Please, please-“

Coughing, your choke briefly around your own spit, and it takes you a second to recover. But it’s only a moment later that you’re shaking your head to the best of its mobility trapped in the crux of his elbow, eyes hazy as you gaze up at him.

“Dad- Dad lemme come. Wan’ come so bad, please, please Dad-“

Eager. So fucking eager, just like your damn mother. All that spunk, all those sarcastic retorts and matter of fact quips that attempt to keep him at bay, stretched thin and see through around the girth of him. He can’t help but laugh at the irony, even moreso when you only spasm around the sound.

And when he finally utters his permission, he’s not gazing down at you to revel in how your orgasm tears through you. He’s tracking every facial expression; every tear, every wobble of your lip and roll of your eyes, all in search of her.

Because as much as he adored the parts of you that were him. As much as he loved teasing you for your similarities, poking fun at the parts of you that were her, he couldn’t help but come to a compromise then.

That yeah, you were a Daddy’s girl through and through.

But at the end of the day, the saying really should be ‘like mother like daughter’.

[mackeydoodledoo]

A Taste of Your Heart: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bridget x (Fem!)Reader: Ashlynn Hood

Chapter Summary: You gain the courage to ask Bridget to Castle Coming. So, the both of you go outfit shopping. Despite all negative eyes laying upon you, your eyes only see her...

Chapter Warnings: School Bullying

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Singing, Tsf/n = Transfer's Name

Chapter Theme: Steal the Show - Lauv

A/n: N/a

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You bring Bridget back to Ella in the main hall.

"How's Uli doing?" She asks the group, "I feel absolutely terrible... I should go apologize."

You step in front of her and press your hands on her shoulders, shaking your head in protest.

"Don't," Ella says, "She did this to herself. Serves her right too."

"Is it true that you beat Hook in a sword fight after school one time?" Tsf/n asks

"Yeah, one of the reasons they don't bully me," You explain, "They know better."

"Ella, hey," Charming comes up to the four of you, "Oh, you're the two new transfers right? I'm Charming."

"That's debatable," Ella scoffs

"I just wanted to say, that was amazing," He begins, "No one has ever stood up to Uliana like that. That makes you braver than me, and I'm a prince. Not that I'm trying to boast my royal status-"

"But you always find a way," Ella continues teasing him

"Oh, the two of you came at a perfect time too," He smiles, "It's Castle Coming week."

"Which is an outdated, elitist, boring tradition," Ella adds

"So... You're... Not?..." He looks at her

"Wear an over-priced dress, and painful shoes? No," She answers

"Well, if... You change your mind, I'll see you there," He smiles before walking off

"Was that chemistry I was watching?" Tsf/n asks

"No," She rolls her eyes

She turns to Bridget, who is smiling ear to ear.

"Okay, everyone loves him... Yeah, he's gorgeous and seems kind, but he's a prince, you know how royalty is," She says, "Except you, B."

"Ugh, I just wish someone was that interested to go with me," Bridget says, "But, everyone has plans... So..."

"Bridget," Both you and Ella say

Her eyes shift between the both of you.

"You first Ash," Ella steps back

"Uhhh... Bridget, would you do me the honor by accompanying me to Castle Coming?" You bring your hands into hers

"You're... You're that interested in taking me?" She asks, her lips curving into a smile

You nod, then lean in to the side of her ear.

"Maybe we can get Ella to have a dance with Charming," You whisper

She lets out a giggle when you straighten yourself out.

"I would love to go to Castlecoming with you," She smiles, "Ella, we have to go try on dresses right now! We only have two days!"

She looks at Ella in particular

"No, I'm not going," She says

"Come on!" She begs, "Maybe we can get you to dance with someone!"

"Why?" She asks

"One Castlecoming experience is better than not having any," She says

You watch as Ella contemplates her decision... Her contorted lips says she doesn't want to go. Yet her eyes are easy that she might want to go...

"Hmmm.... Fine," She finally decides, "Only to make you happy."

She squeals as she hugs her, "Let's go find dresses!"

"Soon," She says, "I have to get home..."

"Okay," Bridget replies, "Ash, would you go dress shopping with me?"

"Sure," You answer

She squeals and grasps your hand, pulling you with her.

"Gonna find the perfect dress!" She squeals

+*+

You follow behind Bridget as she makes her way through the town square. All eyes laying upon you as you continue following Bridget. She drags you into the first dress shop she set her eyes on.

"Hood..." The shopkeeper greets you, coldly

Your eyes avert to the ground; Bridget takes note of the interaction.

"Don't worry sir, she's with me," She says

"Doesn't matter, she's a Hood," She says

"Then I will keep a very close eye on her," Bridget replies

She grabs your hand again and takes you into an area with the warm-color dresses.

"Do you know what kind of dress you want to find?" You ask, striking up a conversation

"No, but that's the joy of finding one," She smiles, "You should look for a dress for yourself. Or, whatever outfit that makes you feel most comfortable."

As you try to spot some trousers.... No luck....

We're in a dress shop Bridge....

However, you instead lurk behind her as she grabs an array of dresses...

"Which one do you think will look best on me?" She asks, holding different outfit up to her body

"Uhhhh, really hard to tell when they aren't on you," You say

"Hmmm," She thinks, ending the thought with a smile

Perching her dress options in one hand, she grabs your hand with the other.

"You get to pick my dress out," She says

"Oh no no no, bad idea Bridge," You attempt to protest

"Nonsense! I'm sure you'll be able to find the right one!" She says

She seats you down onto some chairs outside of the changing rooms. To which you wait patiently until you hear the curtain slide open.

"Well?" She asks, giving it a little twirl

The dress... Was something... To say the least for you...

"No," You say, "Next."

+*+

Bridget nearly went through the entire shop, you could see the desperation on her face: worried that she wasn't going to find the dress.

You hear the curtain slide open again. Your eyes widen at the dress.

The dress itself was.... Wondrous.

The dress was a mix of pink, green and white. White bows topping the pink base. Green lace floral work complimented the bright fabric.

"So?" She asks

You stand up, walking towards her; holding out your hand.

"Care to dance?" You ask

"With no music?" She asks

Just then, the shopkeeper plays a song on their radio. You look back at her and the biggest smile appears on her face. The both of you attempt to keep in rhythm with the song, but the both of you step on each other's toes.

"Didn't your mother teach you how to ballroom dance?" You ask

"Taught me everything, but that," She says

"Okay, what I remember from my mom, she said that we mirror each other," You explain, "Where my foot goes, you follow it."

She carefully follows your footsteps; initially looking straight down at your feet, slowly working her way up to keeping her eyes on your face.

You take a step back and lift your hand over her head, twirling her. She smiles as the dress elegantly spins with her. She gasps as you pull her into your body and dip her.

The both of you maintain eye contact as you hold her there. Her hand slowly caresses your cheek and you slowly let her up onto your feet.

"I think this is the dress," You conclude, clearing your throat

She squeals as she runs back to change into her regular clothes. She rushes to the front counter, dress in hand. As you lurk behind as she finishes her transaction, you couldn't help but smile gently. You've always been in the shadows, alone. For once, you're out in the open, with one of the kindest people at the Academy...

"Enjoy Castlecoming darling," The shopkeeper smiles

You follow Bridget out to back to the town. You noticed how the shopkeeper didn't give you the stink eye on your way out.

"Now we have to find an outfit for you," She says

Oh no...

+*+

Throughout the adventure, she manages to find an outfit you actually liked.

"Color me impressed that you found an outfit for me," You chuckle

"It wasn't that hard when I can see your color palette," She says

The both of you approach the market in the center of town. She immediately runs out to the first stand she sees and you try to catch up to her. As soon as she turns to you, her face lights up with excitement as she puts a flower crown onto your head.

"You look so cute!" She squeals

As son as she turns her back, the corner of your lip curves into a subtle smile... You look over and notice another flower stand, You turn to find Bridget; she was off at a bakery stand...

I think she'll live for a few minutes...

You make your way to the stand; as usual, the shop keeper narrowing their eyes at you. You hold up a singular green rose and hand them money.

"Huh... A Hood paying for something... For once," They say

You turn your heel and make your way back to Bridget.

*Bridget's POV* You turn at your shoulder being tapped on. Your eyes light up at the sight of Ashlynn. You light;y gasp as you see her lift a rose and perch it on the top of your ear, tucking your hair behind it in the process.

"Huh... Green looks good on you," She says, smiling

"Really?" You ask, your hands reaching up to the flower

But, She stops your hand, "Leave it there..."

"But, I want to see it," You pout

"When we get back, you can see it then," She says

"Okay," You say, playfully rolling your eyes

Despite you could see it from the corner of your eye.

"Maybe you'll see it after all, we should be heading back. I'm pretty sure Merlin won't like it if two of his students are back after curfew," She says

+*+

The both of you walk in blissful silence on the walk back to the dorms. You expected to part ways once the both of you reached campus. But, she follows you... All the way back to your room.

"I... Had a lot of fun today," She confesses, "More fun than I had in a long while."

"I had a lot of fun too," You say, slightly smiling, "Thanks again..."

"For what?" She asks

"Accompanying me to the town, helping me find a dress... And standing up to Uliana," You say, "No one has done the for me before..."

"Someone like you doesn't deserve to be treated the way Uliana treats everyone," She says

Your heart skips a beat... Your feet works faster than your brain processes your actions as you give Ashlynn a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Someone like you doesn't deserve to be lonely," You say, "Uh... Goodnight... Ash."

"Uh... Yeah, yeah. Night, Bridget," She replies

You rush into your room. You lean against your door, deeply sighing... You finally reach up to grab the rose off your ear. Seeing the green rose for the first time....

Chapter 3

[razorblade180]

9 days of Lancaster Day 9: Firsts

Ruby:(Don’t over complicate this. Don’t do it. Just relax… relax…)

Jaune:Uh Rubes?

Ruby:Y-Yes!?

Jaune:Are you gonna hit retry or…

She turns her head and notices they’re on they’re on the ranking screen. When did the match end!? Ruby finally hits continue. Jaune can’t help but chuckle a little as he leans back against Blake’s bed.

Ruby:What’s so funny?

Jaune:You seem a little lost in thought. Thinking of a way of outplaying me?

Ruby:I introduced you to this game. I know your skills.

Jaune:And yet I out rank you.

Ruby:Because you’re such a try hard! I’ve been busy on missions.

Jaune:Yeah that’s fair. It’s nice that you finally have time off. I would’ve thought your team would be knocked out for days. I was little shocked when you said you planned an all day video game date.

Ruby:I begged a little. Also called in a few favors. Weiss just needed a nice place to sleep, Blake is flexible and I became a pouty little sister for Yang.

Jaune:Qualities of a true leader.

Ruby:Shut up! I’m just happy you didn’t procrastinate on any assignments.

Jaune:Pyrrha said she’d add Nora to my training if I did.

Ruby:Yeah that would get me moving too. Soooo you’re really free ?

Jaune:Yep, I’m all yours for the day. Any game you need a partner in, I’ll help you see credits.

Ruby:…And if we get tired of games?

Jaune:We got movies. There’s a couple good ones that came while you were away. Or ones you’ll force me to watch.

Ruby:Stop acting like you don’t like horror.

Jaune:It really isn’t an act. But you planned all this and who am I to not appreciate that.

Ruby:So you’re done for anything?

Jaune:Yep!

Ruby:*red* Even…oh I don’t know, sleeping together?

Jaune’s hands stopped pressing buttons and Ruby managed to send him to the loser screen. It wasn’t intentional but a small boost of confidence as she turned her head right to see him looking at her with a flushed red face.

Ruby:Don’t make it weird!

Jaune:Me!? What!? You just- context please! Was that a ploy to win!?

Ruby:I’m not that petty! Look I just…. *plays with hair* thought maybe we should discuss that idea. We’ve been together for almost five months and it’s been really great! It’s felt a little weird though that you never seemed to make a move or bring up “that”

Jaune: Do I really give off that sorta vibe? I had no idea.

Ruby:I’m not saying you do, but between how you used to try flirting with Weiss and our casual conversations, it didn’t feel like you weren’t into more intimate things. Ugh, I really don’t know what I’m saying at this point! I guess a part of me felt a little confused and worried if you weren’t interested in me in that way at all.

Jaune:Oh I have had thoughts, but i know how to keep them to myself.

Ruby:….

Jaune:*blushing* That’s normal and decent behavior! Why, are you interested?

Ruby:Of course! I organized I room date to give you the opportunity to-

Saying it aloud made it sound way more embarrassing and forward than Ruby meant for it to be. And pulled her hood over her head and huffed in defeat as she stared down at her lap.

Jaune:….Does your team know about this?

Ruby:Blake does. She said her bed is fair game. Those are actually my sheets right now. As far as Yang is concerned, I asked for privacy so we can have our first kiss.

Jaune:We’ve made out a bunch of times.

Ruby:I’m very sneaky when I want to be. Look, I get this is a lot I’m dropping on you and we don’t have to do anything today. I just…really wanted to know where I stand with you and to let you know that…I’m okay with going further with you. *crimson* I really like you. A lot.

Jaune:…This question may sound a little dumb all things considering, but I have to hear it. I get that you’re okay with it, but do you want to have sex with me? As in your are looking forward to it?

Ruby:…Very much, yeah.

Jaune:….Hold on just one moment.

He took her scroll and walked out of the room. Ruby wanted to scream until she passed out. Why did she start this conversation!? Was it too forward!? They were having such a good time before this moment. Why did he leave!?

So many thoughts bombarded her brain and they didn’t stop when she heard the door unlock again. Her scroll flew into her lap so she knew it was him. Seconds later, a box of condoms fell into her lap. Her brain took a moment to process what she was looking at then her head immediately jerked up to see Jaune bright red and also avoiding her gaze.

Jaune: Nora may have helped me find female ones too, as well as emergency pills.

Ruby:Ah, I see. How proactive. Well…*twiddles fingers* Weiss may have helped me find a pay for some quality meds awhile go.

Jaune:Huh, imagine that.

Ruby:Yeeeep. Jaune, can you look at me?

Jaune:*makes eye contact*

Ruby:Soooo are we…still playing video games right now?

Jaune:…..

xxxxxx

Blake:*eating noodles*

Yang:You think the date is going well?

Weiss:Yes. *eating cake*

Yang:Really think she’ll go for a kiss?

Blake:Ruby can dive into a Nevermore’s mouth. She’ll find the willpower to kiss a boy.

Yang:….Maybe I should call t-

Weiss:Yang, as a younger sister myself, I appreciate my older sister. However, if she interrupted me on a date with a call or coming home early, I’m going to be mad for a very long time. Eat your burger and relax. Ruby will be fine.

Yang: I know, ugh! It’s like I’m antsy for her. Gods, if I’m like this now then I don’t know if I can handle her asking about sex.

Blake and Weiss:Don’t worry about that now.

[maivolpe]

Can I request Bucky being protective of reader? 😊

of course nonnie! thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: none wc: 617

you had finally convinced bucky to come grocery shopping with you, after hours of unsuccessful attempts to drag him out the door. you were both bundled in your matching hoodies. you swore blue was “his color,” and of course you got one too.

you’d been trying to get him to go out more, just so that he could feel normal for a few hours. doing mundane tasks made him happier than he would admit.

you had already snapped ten pictures of him on the way in, causing his cheeks to warm as he pulled his hood up. he just looked so beautiful to you, his eyes scrunching up when he smiled for what felt like the first time in a while.

you let him follow you through the produce aisle, but the two of you split up so he could go to the deli and you could replenish your baking supplies. you knew nothing about meat, and while he could bake, that was your claim to fame.

unfortunately for you, there was a man at the end of the aisle. you tried your best to shop from your side, mentally checking ingredients off of your list.

you felt his eyes on you as you looked down the shelves for chocolate chips. please don’t say anything, just let me get my chocolate and leave.

“hi!”

ugh.

you sent a tight-lipped smile his way, turning your attention back to the chocolate chips.

he moved closer to you, and you felt in your pocket for your keys. an overreaction? maybe. but then again, men didn’t normally approach you at the grocery store. he was wiry, but you didn’t want to take chances.

“you’re beautiful,” he confessed. he watched you expectantly, waiting. what did he want, a medal?

“oh! um, thank you.” you smiled, though it didn’t reach your eyes. clutching onto your hoodie sleeve, you tugged at it to avoid looking at him.

“i’m sorry for being so forward, but could i get your number?”

hadn’t he seen you come in with bucky? you guys were matching, for god’s sake.

“no thank you,” you smiled apologetically. “i actually have a boyfriend.”

he laughed, holding his phone out to you. “i’m sure he won’t mind.”

a beat of silence passed as you processed what he had just said. what could you even say now? you’d already turned him down once, and he clearly had no regard for your existing relationship. could you walk away?

before you could think to do anything, strong arms snaked around your waist and you relaxed, letting yourself melt under the familiar touch. it wasn’t like you couldn’t take care of yourself, you both knew that you could, but it was comforting to have him by your side.

“hey doll,” he rumbled, leaning over your shoulder and catching your lips in a passionate kiss. you broke it eventually out of embarrassment, your cheeks tinged with red at the wide eyes of the man across you. “thought i lost you,” bucky continued.

“‘m right here,” you squeaked, caught in the middle of the two men. you felt better with bucky behind you, but the other man’s face was beginning to redden.

“who’s this?” bucky asked, his eyes narrowing as if he hadn’t been keeping an eye on you across the aisle.

“i didn’t actually catch your name, mister…?”

“never mind,” the man spat, turning on his heel and stalking away.

bucky chuckled, the vibrations from his laugh tickling your shoulder. he adjusted his grip on your waist, squeezing you tighter. “you doing okay darling?”

“yeah, but that was mean, buck,” you groaned.

he smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “so is he. i’m sure he won’t mind.”

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ko-fi ♡

[sebastianswallows]

Can I, please, respectfully ask for Seb×MC caught in the rain so we can all experience wet hair Sallow drenched from head to toe? Some spiciness would be welcome if they, uh, decided to blink and idk, warm up, maybe. Thank you! Love you!

You ask, my girly, I give you 💚💦 I made Seb as wet as I possibly could, I hope you like it.

I wrote half of this yesterday, and the other half today, and it rained all day today actually so that was a nice way to set the mood!

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

— WARNINGS: smut, pussy worship, a bit of cock worship, fingering, multiple orgasms (kind of overstimulation), dirty talk, a bit of praise kink, and kind of possessive Sebastian but that's just Sebastian

— WORDCOUNT: 6.3k

They were still a half an hour's walk away from Hogwarts when the downpour began, and the little hoods on their school robes hardly did a thing to shield them. Sebastian’s drying spells were short-lived and hardly effective anyway, so they decided to stop their journey short and take refuge beneath a little outcropping of rocks by the road. It was coming down so hard now that everything in front of them was a frothy white curtain of rain.

“Should we look for some better place to wait this out?” she asked loudly, shivering in her soaked school robes.

“What, you’ll Revelio your way to some cave or something? Who knows how long that’ll take,” said Sebastian, shouting over the noise of the downpout.

“Well, it’s not like we could get any wetter!”

Sebastian chose not to make any remarks and turned his body away from her for a moment.

He could feel his teeth clanking in his mouth as he hugged himself. He squinted and tried to guess what was on the horizon, but there was no use. The rain was too dense, and his hair kept dripping into his eyes. As he tried to balance himself from one foot to the other, he could feel how soggy they were, and the more tightly he hugged himself, the more he felt the clothes sticking to his skin.

“Fine!” he said, turning to look at her again. “Fine, let’s try to find something… better than this,” he shrugged, his clothes splashing as his hands came back down harshly at his sides.

His friend smiled brightly, full of gratitude that he finally agreed with her idea. She took out her wand, and they went out together from the paltry cover of the rocks.

They ran aimlessly ahead, feet splashing in shallow puddles, hair sticking to their faces, and eventually they came across the river that ran near Hogsmeade. It used to be so thin, but now it ran quite deeper.

“At least we know where we are,” she said, looking back at Sebastian.

“Ugh, but where… Ah!” he said suddenly, turning to the left. “There’s a cave right upstream of it, I know it!”

“Great! Take us there,” she grinned.

Finally, some hope.

Sebastian hadn’t been that way in a while, but as long as they followed the river, they were sure to find it. A few Revelios later, and they came across the cave, a big dark mouth open in the downpour.

It was less of a cave and more of a hole in the ground, so short and stout that trees were growing above it, their roots curling like fingers around its rim and right inside across its ceiling. But it was deep enough that it could serve as cover, give them shelter while they waited. The pair caught their breaths after running straight for it, stopping only a few feet inside. They turned and looked at the curtain of water that protected them from the outside world, and wiped the raindrops off their faces with cold hands.

“We might be here a while,” she said, squeezing out her braid of hair.

“Worst case, we’ll miss dinner,” said Sebastian, breathing deeply as he rested his hands on his hips. “It’ll be dark in an hour or so…”

They took their robes off and squeezed the water off them too, casting warming spells but keeping them mild enough to not catch anything on fire. Sebastian sat on a rock and started untying his boots, turning them over to drain the water out. The girl laughed when she saw him, and sat down to do the same.

Sebastian smiled, and looked at her. His wet hair hung down in spikes over his forehead, water still dripping off it onto his nose and cheeks. She didn’t look much better, loose tendrils sticking to her cheeks, her face all dripping as if she had been crying, her school shirt transpar—

Oh, but she did look better.

Sebastian felt his face warm up. Before his thoughts took him too far, he looked back down again. Without thinking, he began to take his socks off, squeezing them dry and laying them flat beside him. His cold toes flexed on the rock as he crouched above it, and he hugged his knees to his chest.

“Oh, good idea,” she said.

He looked up and saw her taking her stockings off too, peeling them from the knees down. Sebastian stared open-mouthed for a moment, before he shut it and looked away again.

For a second.

And then he looked again.

Her long school skirt covered her legs almost all the way down to the ankles, but it was still a beautiful sight… His gaze crawled up and down her figure as she bent and freed her cold little feet, holding the soggy stockings up to warm them with a spell.

“I… I can try to make a fire, you know,” he offered with a more quiet and timid voice than was typical of him.

“Really?” she asked, not even turning, but he could hear her smile in the echo of the shallow cave. “I don’t think this situation calls for a Confringo.”

“I’d be careful,” he insisted, frowning at her distrust.

She shrugged, her back turned to him. “Do it if you want to. But I don’t need it. I’m starting to warm up as it is.”

The only sound to fill the cave was the pouring of the rain outside which never, never stopped.

Sebastian sighed. “Fine,” he said, not too happily.

He didn’t know why, but he wanted to make a fire for her. He wanted her to want it. Something inside of him was desperate to be seen as adequate by her — probably because she was his best friend besides Ominis, or because he looked up to her so much, or because he… He just… He just wished she needed him for something.

Sulking, Sebastian turned around and started pulling out his bowtie without thinking. He slapped it against his hand petulantly, pretending to dry it. Behind him, there was only silence… He unbuttoned his vest and laid it out flat on the side of the rock he sat on, then mindlessly started squeezing at the hanging sleeves of his shirt. From the corner of his eye he saw a still figure, like a shadow against the white rain, and he looked over his shoulder.

She stood there, staring in something like amazement, her face a little flushed. She was oddly… quiet.

Oh. He was being indecent…

Sebastian bit his lip and looked down at himself, dressed in only his white shirt and trousers now… Scandalous.

“D-do you mind?” he asked quietly, expecting her to… what? turn around? look away?

“No,” she said, and kept on looking.

Sebastian grinned timidly. He faced the cave wall again, sitting with his back to her, and began unbuttoning his shirt. He could hear her gasp in the silence.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest and he knew he was sporting an embarrassingly hot blush… Slowly, he turned slightly and looked at her over his shoulder, wet hair falling over his eyes, and smiled. Well, if she didn’t want him to make a fire, she was going to see him get dry the old-fashioned way…

“Seb-bastian,” she mumbled, sounding a little bit afraid, a little outraged, but also curious underneath all that.

“Hm? Is there a problem?” he asked, sounding as innocent as he could. It was a tone of voice he used often when he got in trouble.

He saw her blush and look away, hugging herself, and he smirked. In a mad moment of confidence he turned around, his feet braced against the rock, and undid the last few buttons, tugging the shirt out from his trousers. Even that pull felt wet. It licked across his abdomen, folds kissing his shoulders as he eased the shirt off his body. Swaths of it caressed his back like light wet palms as he finally took it off, and placed it down.

Her gaze was timidly on him again, peeking from the corner of her eyes beneath those wet and matted lashes.

“It’s alright,” said Sebastian quietly, like speaking to a forest creature. “You can look. It’s just like… like after Quidditch practice, right?”

But the boys and girls changed in different rooms and they never saw each other. It wasn’t at all the same, and yet she didn’t point it out. She just kept looking.

Sebastian breathed in, and out, leaning back and bracing himself on his arms as he watched her, and let her watch him. His hair dripped over his shoulders now, droplets falling from his chin to his chest, down the little divots there, sliding down like snakes in wilder and wilder curves to soak his trousers.

She turned to look a bit more fully, her arms still tight around herself. Even in the shadow of the cave, she could see the freckles on his shoulders, a few stray ones on his chest peeking out among the gold-brown hairs, and she smiled.

“What are you smiling at?” asked Sebastian with amusement.

“How much your body matches your face,” she said timidly, but teasingly too.

“Well, I would hope it does,” he said, looking down at himself. “Does… does yours?” he asked.

She froze.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to say it… “N-nevermin—” he started.

But then her hands unfolded from their tight grip and she tugged at her little tie. Before Sebastian could get off the rock, she started unbuttoning her shirt.

He cursed and looked down when his toes sank into the mud, but he no longer cared. When he looked up again, he saw that she had paused, as if scared by his sudden movements.

“Don’t stop,” he begged.

Sebastian stepped forward slower as his friend continued unbuttoning her shirt. His eyes, however, were not fixed on her body — this body that she revealed to him for the first time — but on her eyes. They were so much more vulnerable than her exposed, wet, and trembling body, so unguarded, so frail — and they looked into his eyes too, not at his naked chest, skin prickling with cold, dripping with teasing raindrops, speckled and blushing and tight, or his arms that tensed with the desire to hold her, or his thick neck that swallowed unspoken words as he approached her.

“Are you going to take it all off?” Sebastian asked with an air of… concern, actually. Did he remotely deserve this? “Are you going to take it off… for me?”

She paused and bit her lip, her fingers frozen halfway down the garment.

“W-would you?” he begged, one step closer. “Please?”

She looked up at him again.

“I… I’d like to see,” he said.

By the time she had unbuttoned herself all the way, Sebastian stood before her. He looked down almost pained at the intensity of the moment, but had only reverence in his gaze for what he saw.

“You’re really pretty,” he whispered with a trembling smile, standing close enough to touch.

“T-thanks,” she said awkwardly.

“No, you’re… you’re beautiful, in fact,” he sighed.

His hands itched to touch her, but he waited for her to take her shirt off on her own. She pulled it free of the tight waist of her skirt, peeled it back, and eased it off her arms. She moved almost as if she was expecting Sebastian to tell her to put it back on, which was a risible idea to him. He looked at her revealed body in wonder, his full lips open dumbly as he stared. Beneath her shirt was a soaked chemise which stuck to her like a second skin. It concealed nothing.

“Oh,” was the only thing he could say.

She stepped back, blushing fiercely, not knowing really what to do with herself. Perhaps she felt a little stupid too, but before she could do anything, Sebastian leaned in, took the shirt out of her hand, threw it on a rock behind, and cupped her wet face in his palm.

“Can I kiss?” he asked. “You, I mean. C-can I kiss you?”

“Yes?” she answered, her wide eyes staring into his.

He wasn’t sure she had really heard what he’d said or understood the question, but it didn’t matter anymore.

Sebastian leaned down, and touched his lips to hers, and drank the raindrops off her mouth. His hands were shaking. He swallowed the knot in his throat as he quietly kept his lips slotted to hers, eyes closed tightly — as if to open them would shatter the moment. But then he heard her give a little moan, and his heart broke — was she upset? was she offended? did she change her mind

When he dared part from her, he looked down at her a bit dazed, terrified that… that he’d made a mistake, that he’d gone too far… But then she licked her lips.

“Was that good?” he asked with a smile.

“Was, yes” she mumbled. “I mean, it… it was…”

Sebastian grinned and cupped both of her cheeks in his hands. His fingers felt the hair at the back of her head still dripping wet, and at his naked chest he felt the heat coming off her body. His lust was drowned in how much love he felt for her. Gingerly, he brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“Would you let me see… more?” he asked.

He could see some conflict taking place inside of her, and a similar one was fought inside himself: this wasn’t a decent thing to ask of a girl, and it wasn’t a decent thing to ask of a friend, but he didn’t want to be just her friend anymore, and it seemed she didn’t want that either…

She couldn’t look up at him when she nodded her consent.

Sebastian smiled so brightly he felt his cheeks hurt. He leaned down and kissed her again, as gently as could be, and whispered ‘thank you’ against her lips before they parted. He pulled away enough to look down at her chest.

With the tips of his fingers, he tugged the chemise out of her skirt. She raised her arms to help him, and then that garment too was thrown behind her.

“I love seeing you wet,” he sighed with a dreamy smile.

The water drops followed the most delicious trail down her neck and her clavicles and her breasts, around and over and between them and to her tense little buds and then… dripping off her tips. He wanted to lick them dry. Instead, he only leaned down to kiss them.

He placed his lips reverentially on the centre of her chest while his hands cupped her naked waist, then he leaned down and kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her breasts all the way to the tight little berries at the top: first the right one, then the left. They felt hard on his tongue and if he didn’t control himself Sebastian was sure he would’ve bitten them. He wanted to have her as deep in his mouth as possible. He heard her breathing frantically as his mouth worked on her and he could hear how fast her heart was beating, like a drum right next to his ears. His own heart was thumping too. He moaned as he nuzzled her soft, delicate flesh, teeth grazing teasingly on the round bottoms of her breasts and then up, up, until he could suckle on her peaks.

“Sho shweet,” he mumbled mindlessly with one of her nubs between his lips.

She giggled as his smile tickled her. Sebastian’s heart bloomed in his chest when he felt her fingers cradling his head from behind. He circled her waist with his broad hands, pulling her more tightly to him, holding her against him, skin on skin, and kept worshipping her chest.

“I love your skin,” he rambled, kissing her right breast. “I love your body,” kissing the left one. “I love how soft you are, how sweet you smell, how —” he gave one long, wet, slow lick from the sweaty bottom of her breast to the puckered little bud which he took back in his mouth, “— how perfect you feel on my tongue.”

“My Sebastian…” she gasped, back arching into his kisses while she held onto his hair in a possessive grip.

“I love you,” he whispered mindlessly, eyes closed, mouth full. “I love you…”

“I love you too,” she said quickly, bowing her head to gratefully kiss the top of his head.

They held onto each other while he pleasured her with licks and kisses. Once he felt her tips were appropriately hard, on the verge of painful, Sebastian leaned back and released her with a teasing pull and a wet pop. He moaned as he licked the taste of her body off his lips.

He straightened himself, and his hands slid slowly down to the her skirt. “May I take this off too?” he asked. “It’s a real question… You can say no…”

“No,” she said. “I mean, not no, I mean, yes...”

He chuckled and kissed her lips again. She smiled against his mouth while his fingers worked their way down the buttons of her school skirt. They fumbled awkwardly, unfamiliar with how the garment worked, but eventually, he slid it off her hips enough that he could take it off. She was only in her drawers now, and —

“Oh sweet goodness…” He could see her through them. “I want them off,” he mumbled, looking greedily at the lower half of her body. “I want them off right now.”

His fingers went to untie her undergarments when, suddenly, she placed her hands on his. “You first,” she said in a hot whisper. “I w-want to see you too.”

Sebastian blushed, but bit his lip and nodded.

His hand went quite hurriedly to his trousers and, without even sitting down, he pulled them off, and took the drawers along with them. He didn’t even know where he threw them, because he was right next to her body again, pulling her tightly to him. Something about being seen by her — and her wanting to see him — destroyed and rebuilt his life all at once. He held her face tenderly and pressed all his need, his gratitude, his love into her mouth. All the while, he felt her hands go up around his body, past his shoulders, to his neck, to thread around his dripping hair and hold him.

“Sebastian,” she moaned, her large eyes gazing into his once he released her.

“What is it?” he asked with a warm smile.

She didn’t speak, but instead looked down between them — at the long stretch of his body, all naked, all exposed, at the thicket of dark curls around his loins and the straining manhood that sprung from it. It twitched at her, and she gasped at the sight.

“You want to look at it?” he grinned.

She nodded.

Sebastian swallowed his fears and decided he would do it. He’d done this much for her… he could do more. He kissed her forehead and then stepped back, leaning against the rock she had sat on before.

Still in her drawers but nothing else, she tip-toed through the mud to stand in front of him, hands covering her chest. She drank in greedy, shameless swaths of gazes at his body.

What confidence Sebastian had on the average day — which wavered now and then according to his moods — collapsed beneath her scrutiny. He looked down at the ground, at the mouth of the cave and the pouring rain outside, then back at her. Would she like him? Was he enough for her? But oh, she looked so hungrily at him… She’d never looked at him like that before, or if she did, it was so rare. His shaft swung a little bit when his muscles clenched, tip dripping on his stomach, and he felt his heavy sac tickling his thighs.

“Do you… do you like it?” he shrugged, feeling unbearably vulnerable.

“You’re fishing for compliments,” she pointed out.

“So what?”

“So stop it.”

“Alright,” he grinned. But by then, he could already tell she liked him. His eyes slid to her breasts, still tipped with those tight puckers that he’d caused.

She liked him.

She was close enough to touch, and just as Sebastian had the instinct to move away, she leaned in and kissed his chest. He gasped, his heart suddenly stopping. It never had a moment to recover because she kissed again: lower down his chest, and lower, down his stomach, and —

“Oh, don’t tease me!” he whimpered in an unworthy voice.

She smiled and stopped, but trailed a little finger up his thigh, scraping away the wetness, and looked into his eyes for a moment before she leaned down.

Sebastian stared in that dumb open-mouthed way again as she shamelessly looked at him. It was almost like she was back in class for something… It was a look of wonder, and curiosity, and… and…

And she touched him, just a light finger trailing up his tense manhood.

“Aaah!” he cried, head tilted back before he caught his breath and looked back down again.

With one warm hand, she gripped his member and held it to the side against his tummy, and with the other she traced around his sac, through the messy wet curls there, just following the curves of his body. His legs trembled with tension, and he could feel his member begin to leak again, lazy dollops tickling their way down toward her little fingers. She wiped the rain away from the curve of his swollen globes, down where his torso met his thigh, and then again on the other side, holding his length firmly with one hand while caressing him gently with the other.

“So soft,” she smiled to herself, her eyes greedily observing this very delicate part of him.

“Do you want to kill me?” Sebastian bit out, chuckling awkwardly as he stood still and let her play with him.

She giggled and bit her lip, cupping him in his palm. He groaned, breathing out heavily, and leaned back against the rock as he spread his legs a little more.

He felt two fingers trail his fat globes, feeling their way around, and then she started trailing them beneath his sac. For a moment, he was scared that she had a… different aim, and he blushed fiercely and panicked, but then she stopped just at his taint and cupped him, quietly and gently, in her hand.

“It’s warm…” she whispered.

“Yeah…”

“And full…”

“Good grief, please stop,” Sebastian whined. “Or else I’ll do something that’s going to embarrass us both.”

The hand that held his shaft squeezed it a little, almost testing how firm it was, and in passing she teased a finger over his hole. Sebastian’s whole body shivered, but she paid him no mind. Her fingers, still holding on tightly, went down his member, pulling the soft skin away, and she gasped so sharply he felt the warm breath of her mouth fan over his tip. He leaked again, right before her eyes.

“Please,” Sebastian whimpered.

With a lick of her lips, she gentled her hand across his loins from top to bottom with one last caress, then let go of him and rose to her feet again.

“You have to show me,” said Sebastian, scrambling to take her in his arms and kiss her again. “Show y-yourself to me,” he begged between kisses.

She whined deep in her throat, but couldn’t bring herself to deny him.

Sebastian kissed her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, as he gently guided her to where he’d just been, against that long, curved rock, and made sure she was steady. He looked into her eyes as his hands cupped her hips, and, giving her enough time to change her mind, he finally untied her drawers. The air was loud with their breaths and the rain that kept pouring outside the cave as he undressed her. He looked into her eyes while he pulled them down her hips, her thighs, her legs, and then he had to lean down to take them off her feet in such a way that they wouldn’t get muddied. Oh, and when he saw her…

“You’re so pretty,” he gasped, his face levelled with her waist. “So beautiful…”

“Don’t talk like that,” she moaned, hiding her face in her hands.

Without even looking, he placed her discarded drawers on the rock beside her, then stayed right where he was, balancing on his feet with his hands beside her thighs.

“I could look at you for ages…”

“Well, don’t.”

“Don’t?” he smirked, looking up at her — but her face was still hidden by her hands. “What would you like me to do instead?”

“Sebastian!”

“Any ideas?”

“I… I don’t know…”

He sighed as he looked at her again — at her most sensitive, most hidden parts. His touch was soft as he caressed up her thighs, fingers gliding to the place he yearned to pleasure. The wetness that was left on her legs pooled in the webbing between his thumb and index as he scraped her skin in one long upwards stroke. He moved a little closer, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her stomach.

“So beautiful,” he whispered — mostly to himself — “more beautiful than I imagined, more beautiful than I thought you could be…”

“Don’t say that,” she mumbled, her fingers finally slipping down to grip her neck in an attempt to calm her breathing. “It’s not beautiful, it’s just… it’s…”

“It is,” he said roughly, frowning up at her.

“Seb—”

“Say it is, or I’ll leave.”

“You can’t—”

“Say it, or I’ll stop,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her right hip teasingly. It tasted of sweetness and salt and rain. His tongue slid out to lick it. “Say...”

“It’s… beautiful,” she mumbled.

“That’s right! It is,” he hummed.

His hands cupped her hips now, thumbs resting just at the top corners of her mound. Her tummy was still dripping wet. Stray drops were scattered messily over her curls, between her thighs, everywhere. Sebastian’s manhood twitched in yearning as he trailed a thumb just on the surface of that dampened tuft, and then went lower. His eyes never left her girlhood as he did so, staring right at her most intimate of places with a hard and greedy look while his hand stayed tender, his touch soft, his fingers slow.

Without a thought to himself, Sebastian kneeled in the mud, his knees sinking just a bit but not too deeply, and he rested his rear on his heels. One hand cupped her hip, the other teased her.

“How close can I look?” he asked, gazing up into her eyes darkly beneath his thick lashes while fingers gently moved over the surface of her wet little girlhood.

“A-as close as y-ou want,” she muttered breathlessly.

Her hands were braced against the rock now, almost like she wanted to crawl away any minute, but she didn’t move. Her toes curled into the mud right between Sebastian’s knees.

He kissed her right thigh gratefully, and gently took his hand from her mound. With a stretch of his arm backwards and a wordless Accio, Sebastian summoned his drying clothes in a clump and arranged them behind her.

“There,” he said smiling, letting her lean back more comfortably.

She smiled at him and settled herself over his clothes, letting her back rest against them. They didn’t make much difference, but at least she could lay back under Sebastian’s care and not get scrapes along her spine.

Between her legs, he brought his attention back to where he wanted it — where she needed it. His right hand traced the edges of her folds, index resting on a plush one to feel it throb. He smiled cheekily at the feeling of her heartbeat, and moved his finger deeper. She gasped and spread her legs, giving Sebastian the space he needed to lean down a little more, and look.

“So soft,” he whispered, his eyes dark and greedy. “I can see you blushing here,” he smiled as his finger parted her folds a bit, revealing her hole to him. “So dark and flushed… Is it a little needy?”

“Sebastian,” she groaned, her eyes closing in shame.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he chuckled.

His hands then both cupped her upper thighs, thumbs working to spread her flesh more. She throbbed again, and he could see her tight hole drip every time it winked open for him. He gasped at the sight.

“Does it like being looked at by me?” he asked, a sultry edge creeping into his voice. “Huh? Does this little hole like its owner being looked at this way by her best friend?”

“Seb—!”

He smirked and thumbed one plump fold away, letting his warm breath tickle her nub.

“Yes!” she gasped. “It… it likes being looked at,” she blushed, looking pleadingly down into Sebastian’s eyes.

“Then I should get a better look, should I?” he whispered, nuzzling her mound. It left the tip of his nose wet.

He pulled away and slowly leaned down more, his eyes fixed on that most secret of places, fingers working her open. She was damp and throbbing all over, her flesh warm and swollen and painfully shy.

“Is this your first time being seen?” he murmured in a rougher voice, something between compassion and possessiveness.

“It is,” she mumbled. Her hands were at her neck again, her breasts hidden behind her folded arms.

“Good,” he said, petting her with a thumb.

He breathed her in, smelling her lust, watching patiently while her intimate flesh suffered — his did too, in sympathy. The tip of his manhood tickled his stomach, and between his thighs his swollen sac throbbed, but he was too distracted by seeing these tender places of hers to deal with himself right now.

“And does it want me to touch it too?” he whispered, leaning close enough to kiss. “Tell me, sweetheart… Tell me how it feels right now."

“It… Yes, it… it wants —”

“— Wants me to touch it?” he whispered teasingly, greedily.

“Yes…”

“Does it hurt you?”

“A little,” she moaned. “It won’t stop throbbing…”

“Oh, I can see that,” he chuckled. “This tiny hole of yours keeps winking at me. Wants something inside, doesn’t it?” he crooned in a mockingly sympathetic voice. “And look at that, that naughty little nub you have is so swollen...”

She buried her face in her hands and groaned.

“Shhh… I’ll give it what it wants,” he said, voice soft and warm while his hard gaze never left her. “Just a little touch… It’ll make you feel better.”

He had no idea whether that was true, but it felt like the right thing to say. He wanted to make her feel better, he wanted to make her feel amazing, and most importantly he wanted to be the one to do it.

Slowly, he brought his middle finger down to touch her. It tickled the surface of her folds before it eased its way between them, and then he dragged it back and forth all the way from her nub to her wet hole.

“Aaaah…” she gasped dreamily, her hips canting in his grasp.

“Is that good?” Sebastian asked with a little smirk, gazing up at her flushed face briefly before looking once again at her intimate place. “Does it like that? Hmm?” he teased. “It likes what your best friend is doing?”

“Seb!”

“It likes what I’m doing to it? Tell me…”

“Yes!” she breathed out, her voice shivering. “Yes… Sebastian…” She moaned and whimpered in such a light, distracted voice, as if he wasn’t even there, and he came to wonder whether she did this to herself at night, whispering his name…

His finger turned, palm facing upwards, so that he could now scrape her tight little nub better. He teased it with one long inward caress and right before pulling back, he curled his finger slightly and eased it just beyond the rim of her hole. With each slow rub, in and out and in and out, he worked himself deeper inside. He worked her slowly, so slowly she almost didn’t notice when he pierced her entrance properly. A fat wet dollop dribbled out just as he opened her, and he was there to see it. His breath caught in his throat.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, eye going wide.

“Sebastian!” she wailed. She widened her stance a little, legs spreading nervously as if she couldn’t find her place. “It… it needs a little more,” she pleaded.

“It does?” he teased her, already bracing the hand on her hip tighter. “Well, how could I refuse my best friend… my favourite girl…”

She blushed at the compliment, at the wrongness of it — because by now, they weren’t anything like friends anymore, and they both knew it. When she felt his finger going deeper, she yelped loudly before her hands clamped down over her mouth.

“So warm inside,” he whispered in wonder, “how are you so warm…?”

He kept his gaze on his middle finger digging deeper into her tight hole, making sure to scrap the sensitive tip of her nub with each back and forth stroke. The motions made her leak all over her thighs, and he could see them shaking, could see the muscles underneath go tense. His body was so hot all over, the raindrops on his back and chest all evaporated. His loins were throbbing fiercely, lonely and ignored, but nothing was more important to him than looking at her, than pleasuring her, than worshipping this secret part of her nobody else got to see but him...

Sebastian bit his lower lip and moaned as he worked his finger all the way down to the second knuckle, and saw her hole clench. It rebelled against taking more of him. He kept still, holding his finger there, and curled it gently, feeling as deep inside her as she let him… She was so tight. And then he felt a pull, like a shy suckle… And she throbbed.

“Sebastian!” the girl moaned. Her stomach tensed, back arching, and she let herself fall slowly over his clothes that cushioned her back against the rock. “Stay there, stay there…”

“I’m right here,” he reassured her, “I’m right here with you, sweetheart. My darling, my lovely girl… You’re so beautiful, every part of you is so beautiful, and all mine…”

She whimpered, her body shaking beyond her control in one long, tense orgasm.

“Mine to look at,” he murmured, praising her through her orgasm. “Mine to touch, mine to take care of…”

Sebastian pet her thigh with his free hand while he kept his finger there, inside her, letting her little hole nurse on it, comforting it while it convulsed under all that pleasure.

“I wish you would’ve shown me this part of yourself earlier,” he sighed, looking up into her face as he held her. “This secret part of you… I want to see more of it… Will you let me see more of it from now on?”

“I… I will,” she whimpered, breathing heavily as the sharp throbbing stopped. The pleasure gently washed away from her with every heartbeat.

“Every day?”

“Every single day, Seb…”

He grinned happily, brown eyes shining up at her. He looked down at her intimate place again and moved his finger a little to the side to see her nub while still penetrating her. In a moment of greed, he leaned in to place a suckling kiss on that little pearl, then gripped it between his teeth to hold it at his mercy and flicked his tongue against it.

“Aaaah!”

He’d just made her orgasm again, just a little one on the tail-end of her pleasure. A smug chuckle bubbled out of him at feeling her tighten again for a second.

Her channel throbbed punishingly around his finger, and he could feel it growing that much more wet, so wet it licked its way out of her and down to his knuckles. Once she was distracted and relaxed, her delectable pulsations done, he shove the finger gently higher, up, up until the end, until he cupped her pearl in his hand.

“Sebastian!” she gasped, her bleary eyes gazing up at him from her lazy laying back. She sounded pleasured, and a little scandalised to feel him that deep inside.

Without a word, he stood up while he kept her pierced around his finger, and leaned down to kiss her mouth.

“Remember what you promised,” he said quietly against her lips.

“What?” she asked dreamily.

He kissed her again, lips caressing hers with nothing but love. “You’d let me see more of you.”

“Yes,” she smiled, barely saying it before his mouth covered her own again.

“And every day, too.”

“That might be an issue.”

He quieted her with another kiss. “There’s a lot of you to see?” he said with a cocked brow.

“Is that so?”

“And you can see me too,” he offered — sounding a little shy, and hopeful…

“I want that,” she sighed, leaning up to kiss him back.

“Good,” he smiled. Between her legs, his finger started thrusting gently back and forth. “So good…”

Outside their shallow cave, the rain had gentled to a hazy shower. On the far horizon, where the clouds ended, the sunset was a dark soft pink, and all around them, for miles and miles, there were only empty fields. They felt alone in the world — so happily, happily alone.

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟtighnari is so glad he’s got you to help him through his heat cycle.

♱ warnings — somnophilia, f!reader, heat cycle mentioned, pussy jobs, previous consent mentioned, he’s a little teasing ? maybe ?

♱ note — more kinktober for u . i love him sm so i couldn’t not include him ofc <3 also i’ve never written heat cycles or anything b4 so sorry if anything is like not accurate idk !

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“gah.. it hurts.” tighnari grunts from the doorway, his footsteps feel heavy — he should’ve never agreed to patrol when the desire was already so thick in his cock. he was barely able to focus on anything else except the urge to cum, to rid himself of the ache that’s been pulsing through his body for the past few days.

it’s almost instinctive, like feral instinct the way his body carries him deeper into the tent when he gets his first glimpse of you on his bed — his ears twitching at the sight as a shudder rocks through his tail.

your figure is only slightly visible from the moonlight through the crack in the door, and tighnari feels his mouth run dry when you make a sweet noise in your sleep and it makes his cock twitch behind the confines of his uniform at the sound.

he’d already tried to relieve himself while he was out, fucking his fist in a secluded area just to try and rid himself of the heaviness he felt, but it didn’t work — it wasn’t you.

you knew how much tighnari’s heat seemed to affect him, promising him he was always able to use you to rid himself of the pain if he needed to — no matter what you were doing, you would help.

and he needs you now.

“it feels so heavy.. ugh. i wonder how much you can take.. hmm, let’s test that, shall we?” you were always so pretty, even nuzzled into his pillow in the dimly lit tent you were still beautiful, making his cock throb and leak behind his uniform so carnally as desire twists in his stomach at the sight.

but tighnari’s too pent up, hes too desperate when he’s haphazardly shoving his pants down around his thighs — climbing onto the mattress to loom over you before he’s turning you onto your back with a needy groan.

“i’m sorry.. it’s so hot.” the sight of your body so soft and pliant underneath him forces him to squeeze his eyes closed when his cock throbs painfully against his thigh, pre-cum smearing along your skin when he cages you beneath him.

tighnari’s already panting by the time he’s lined his throbbing cock up with your cunt, not enough time to pull your panties to the side — he’s too bothered by the latent heat under his clothes and the weight in his balls. “o-oh, my.”

the first grind of his hips into yours is eager, messy as he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck — one of his arms hooking around your middle to keep you pressed beneath him while he humps himself against your clothed pussy like a wild fucking animal.

he’s got your thighs spread so wide around him that it’s easy for him to swirl and rub the shaft of his cock along your folds. even in your sleep, you’re unbearably cute as you gasp and twitch at every eager rut of tighnari’s hips and he’s pretty sure if anyone were to walk past they’d know exactly what is going on — especially with how shamelessly he’s grunting and whimpering into your skin.

every back and forth rock of his hips feels like it steals the oxygen from his lungs, he’s already sweating and fucked out as his tail swishes wildly behind him — ears twitching along with the throb in his cock and it really is like his original instincts have taken over.

“you’re going to make me feel s-so good, sweetheart.” tighnari stutters, spreading your thighs wider as the blunt head of his cock catches under the hood of your clit, making your lips part to gasp as you begin to wake beneath him.

“‘nari?” you even sound so fucking cute when your sleepy gaze is blinking up at him, still a little confused but he’s pressing so deep into you until you’re wound around him and you still try to meet his movements once you realise what’s happening.

you’re clutching him so close, letting your fingers trace up tighnari’s hair to scratch at his ears and you watch the way his tail shudders at the sensation, making him push down eagerly on the damp spot you’ve both created along your panties before he whines, long and broken.

you’re whimpering at his movements as you meet him with needy little humps, feeling him mouth along your neck between carnal nipples of your flesh as he grits his teeth. “oh, im sorry. but—you looked so cute, i couldn’t help myself.” his voice wobbles through his frenzied need, breathing heavy against your skin as he tugs you into his restless movements.

you feel the first shiver and grind of his hips stutter before he’s cumming with a startled moan of your name, cumming thick and heavy along your panties and abdomen as his tail stiffens and shakes. tighnari’s cock is glistening with slick and cum, squelching lewdly as you hook your legs around hips and let him ride out his orgasm before he stills for a few seconds to catch his breath.

but you’re almost startled when his movements cease and he pulls back to look at you, gaze still blown and wild as he looks over you. “you okay?” you feel his fingers tuck underneath the fabric of your ruined panties and pull them to the side.

“oh yes, sweetheart. we’ve already made such a mess but won’t you let me fill you up? i’ve barely started. i know you can take it.” he grunts with a few touches along your thighs. you’re a mess beneath him, you’ve not cum yet and every graze of his fingers along your skin only feels like it burns you in the best way, feeling tighnari line his cock up when a quiet little yes falls so sultry-like from your lips.

it’s almost mean the way he sinks his cock into you, you’re barely prepped but his cum almost works as lube and the saccharine squeeze of your walls around him already feels like fucking heaven. he can’t stop himself, pressing his weight against your hips like he’s burying you beneath him, digging his cock into your cunt like it’s his lifeline as you grab at his shoulders.

“slow down, ‘nari. it’s so much.”

“oh? but it’s not enough, i still have so much cum for you. you have to try harder than that to tire me out.”

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[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | intro.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1.9k

—chapter warning: cussing/mature language, very basic intro/kick off to the series, mentions of smut/protected sex but not too detailed, chaeryeong (itzy), soobin (txt) and seungmin (skz) are included as non-idols and as oc’s bestfriends/roommates, a glimpse into yunho and his personality!

—a/n: hi everyone! kicking off my yunho series - i hope you enjoy! i will try to update every other weekend, but i’ll always try to let everyone know if there are any delays. thank you for the support! 💞

It's one of many nights where you're tangled in Seonghwa's arms, listening to the way he whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he continues to ease himself into you— in and out, hitting your spot just the way you like it before he picks up his pace. He looks down at you just as he's about to reach his peak, and if you weren't mistaken, you might've caught a glimpse of adoration before he leaned down to let out a groan against your neck; lips grazing at the surface, nipping at skin in between his pants and whines.

Wishful thinking.

Most of these moments don't last, then you're reminded as to what you really are with Seonghwa— to Seonghwa.

Exhibit A:

Once he's finished spilling his seed into the condom, he takes a few breaths against your neck, sloppily laying another kiss onto your cheek and lips before stepping out of the bed and tossing the condom into his trash. He walks over to where his clothes lay on the floor, gently throwing your clothes onto the end of the bed.

"What time is it?" You ask Seonghwa as you clean yourself up and lay back onto your side. You pull the sheets up as you watch Seonghwa get dressed, tossing his shirt and sweats back on.

"I don't know, like 1am?" He ruffles his hair a bit. "What time are you trying to leave?"

"Are you serious, Hwa? You just said it. It's 1am. It's cold, I'm tired." You yawn a bit but he doesn't really budge.

"So, let's get you home?" He shrugs a bit.

"Why don't you ever ask if I wanna stay the night anymore?"

"Because. We agreed not to do that."

"You agreed on your own. Whatever." You roll your eyes as you get up and get your clothes on, throwing the hood over your head as you walk out of the room and towards his front door. "Since you don't fucking mind driving me home at 1am. Must be that big of a deal to you."

"Please don't do that." He says with a deep sigh, following behind you with his keys jingling in his hands. You continue to lead ahead, crossing your arms as you wait for him to unlock his stupid fucking car.

Ugh.

"Are you going to keep the attitude up?" Seonghwa asks as he pulls out of his spot and starts to drive off to your place. Luckily, it's an exit away on the freeway so it isn't a long drive. And yes, you're going to keep the attitude up. You just need to get the fuck out before it bursts into flames. "Y/N."

"What, Seonghwa? I don't have anything else to say to you."

"Why are you making it a big deal all of a sudden? It's not like anything has changed—"

"Yeah, nothing has over the past months. You're right. Silly of me to expect anything." You slump down in your seat and continue to look out the window.

"Is it because you stayed over once before? Twice, maybe? I mean, that— it was—" He stutters a bit, but you finish his sentence for him.

"A mistake?"

"No." He groans a bit. "I just told you not to get too comfortable with that."

"I heard you the first time. It's fine, I get it." He sighs again.

"I hate when you're like this."

"But you don't care enough to fix it." Silence. "Right."

"It's not like that, baby. Please. Can we not tonight? I just have to get up super early to meet with my group for our presentation. That's all."

"Mhm." You continue to look out the window. You cross your arms tightly against your chest, avoiding contact with Seonghwa even when he gently gives your thigh a squeeze.

"Baby." He whines a bit. "I'll make it up to you, okay? We'll do this next time. You know I always want you over, that's no question." He lies, just to make you happy. Just to give you what you want to hear.

"Yup. Heard that before." Your response has a sting to it, a little bit of attitude, and Seonghwa hates it. He really hates it when you're like this— mainly because you'll hold this grudge forever and you'll probably avoid coming over for the next couple of days.

But, can you help it?

No.

For you, it's just another one of those nights with Seonghwa. A night where he says sweet shit just so you can be tangled all up in him and nothing else. Another one of those nights where your feelings are tossed out the window and you feel so dumb for having felt hurt in the first place. Because, why? It's been months of this and ain't shit changed with Seonghwa.

You should've known your place from the get go. So, why the hell is it even harder to understand now?

Meanwhile for Yunho, it's just another one of those nights where he can't find sleep and he wishes he could. A night where he's tossing and turning and his main problem is figuring out why the hell he can't sleep tonight when the other night, he was out like a light.

Did he have too much caffeine today?

Maybe he should've stayed longer at the gym.

He probably could've gone farther in God of War: Ragnarok.

As he takes a walk in the cold, crisp 1am weather, he kicks at the leaves beneath his Nike slippers while thinking about his life decisions today. Just as he's about to head straight down the path, he notices a car pull up in front of the building on the other side of the lot. He slows his pace, brows furrowing at who could possibly be getting dropped off this late on a school night.

Then, he catches familiar faces. The car.

Makes sense.

Park Seonghwa's cocky ass sits in the driver's seat while you step out and slam his passenger door shut. He calls for you and says something shortly afterwards, but Yunho can't really hear it from where he's standing. He just sees you flash him the finger as you continue heading up the steps to your apartment.

Then, Seonghwa drives off. Before you can even make it safely into your apartment. What a guy.

"Dick." Yunho mutters to himself as he watches you slip through your door and shut it close. He doesn't understand this whole thing— you, Seonghwa. He only "knows" about it because you two have been the hot topic on campus. But, he just doesn't get it. He's not much to butt into anyone's business, and quite frankly, he doesn't care. He'll mind his own.

But if he could ask you one question, it'd be: Why?

You are way too good for Park Seonghwa.

He continues on with his walk until the air gets too crisp, his nose and ears feel a little numb. He takes one last look in the direction of your apartment to make sure you've completely made it in before he starts to walk back to his own and get some rest. The cold is actually helping, and he feels himself feel a little bit more exhausted than earlier.

Maybe, he will find sleep.

Hopefully you will, too.

But of course, you don't. Not right away at least. You step into your apartment to see your roommates awake, which is partially a surprise.

"You're still awake?" You look at Chaeryeong, your freshman-roommate-turned-bestfriend. You and Chaery had clicked so quickly that you had become inseparable, stuck at the hip since your freshman year. The two boys who currently stand in your kitchen whipping up spam and ramen at this ungodly hour lived across from you and Chaeryeong in the freshman dorm. They were constantly over, doing homework in your dorm room and stealing snacks from your stash— though a pain the ass, you don't think you could've survived these years without them either.

"Ramen?" Soobin turns to look at you followed by—

"Spam?" Seungmin chimes in.

"They were being loud, I had to make sure they weren't destroying the apartment." Chaery yawns.

"No, thanks." You look at the boys before you sit next to Chaery and start brushing the strands away from her face. "Good thinking, though."

"Nice to know you two think that way when we'd be the first ones you'd call if something ever happened in here." Chaery sticks her tongue out at Seungmin.

"Wait, why are you home?" She turns back to you with fire sitting in her eyes. "Seonghwa didn't want you to stay?"

"Let's not talk about it."

"No, let's." Chaery says sternly. "What a fucking dick. He'd really make the trip over this late at night instead of letting you stay? What's his deal? It's been months."

"Can't rely on that fact, Chaery."

"If he's not going to be serious about you, leave his ass. I'm so sick of the way he—" Soobin sees your face drop, the sadness and anger slowly painting over your expression. So, he subtly shakes his head at Chaeryeong and cuts in.

"Mm, you should just get some rest Y/N." You sigh and nod.

"Yeah." You look at Chaery. "We can talk more about it tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to make you more upset. I just can't stand him." You chuckle and playfully kiss her on the top of her head.

"I know. I love you, regardless." She pouts.

"I'll be in there soon." You nod as you yawn and get ready for bed. You drop your bags near your bed before grabbing your pajamas to change into. You quickly freshen up, giving your skin and body a little more love after the night you've had with Seonghwa. You weren't gonna lie, Seonghwa always knew what he was doing; he knew just how to tease you, please you— give you exactly what you need to keep you wanting more.

And that's where it gets sick, twisted. Because it's a fun little game to him.

To you, it's more.

When it shouldn't be.

Luckily for Yunho, sleep finds him.

But for you, it doesn't.

Even when Chaery comes in and shuts the lamp on her side of the room, leaving you two in complete darkness. Even when no new texts come in, when the clock strikes 3am— it doesn't come.

And it probably won't, even when you need to get up and get your day started.

"Shit." You yawn as you walk alongside your roommates to the café.

"Did you even get any sleep?" Chaery holds onto your arm as you walk into the café to grab some coffee before your first class.

"Maybe like.. 5 minutes?"

"Babe, are you serious?"

"I just couldn't sleep."

"Still. That's not good for you, Seonghwa or not."

"Hey, put in your orders. I got it." Seungmin says, stepping aside. Chaery lowers her voice as you step closer to the cashier and order your usual, along with hers.

"Thanks, Seungmo." Chaery changes the topic and pinches his cheek, making him groan in response. You yawn again, lazily making your way to the straws and napkins. You grab a handful for your roommates [and to save for later at home], tugging away at the napkins before you feel like you've gotten enough. Just as you quickly turn, you almost run into another body. But, you're able to catch yourself before actually causing a collision.

"Oops, sorry!" You quickly acknowledge the stranger.

"It's alright." You hear a deep voice respond just as you brush past. You don't give the person another look while running off to your roommates and helping them with the drinks— even though Yunho keeps his gaze on you from afar. He tugs on his bag strap before letting out a small breath, admiring the way the morning sun bounces off of your skin. He watches as your bestfriend worriedly looks at you and pulls you close. Yunho can tell that she's talking about Seonghwa [or lecturing you in some way], because your facial expression drops. Your eyes are painted with sadness. Your body language yells tired, stressed; pleading to be loved and comforted.

He doesn't get the whole thing with Seonghwa. But, he won't try to understand it.

He just wishes he could tell you that you deserve way better than that jackass.

You are worth more than that.

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[randofics]

🎶 David Kushner- Skin and Bones

🎶 David Kushner- Dead Man

🎶 The Neighborhood- Sweater Weather

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You let out a breath, watching as it fogged in the cold November air and held your arms around you to keep warm as you waited for Sideswipe. Your back muscles were killing you after hunching over to grab boxes off the floor at work. All you wanted to do was lay in bed for the rest of the night.

Bright white headlights made you shield your eyes as he came to a stop in the empty lane of parking spaces. The gullwing passenger door opened for you, and sorely, you sat in the seat.

"Thanks for picking me up, Sides. I owe you one."

"Hey, I didn't have anything better to do. How was work?"

"Ugh, don't get me started."

"That bad, huh?" He watches you through his rearview mirror as you struggle to get comfortable. "Something wrong with my seat?"

"No, my back is practically screaming at me. I just need to lay in bed and relax. A massage would probably help, too, but I can't afford an appointment at the moment."

"My hood is still warm from the sun earlier. Maybe laying across it would help. I've heard that heat can help relax muscles."

"You hear that on TV?"

"I happened to catch it on one of the channels." A small smile twitches at your lips.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

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After pulling into the junkyard, you hop out attempting futility to pop your sore back as you massage your muscles. "Where is everyone?"

"Oh, Strong-arm is on patrol with Bumblebee, and Denny took Russel, Fixit, and Grimlock out to watch the city parade from the hilltop."

"I forgot that was happening tonight. I'm glad Russel gets to see it. He seemed so excited about it this morning."

"How about we go back to my quarters and watch some TV?"

"Sure. You said I could use your hood, remember?"

"You think I forgot? How dare you!" His faux offense made you laugh as you trailed behind him. He bowed as he held the makeshift door open for you, and you shook your head at his antics. Taking the remote, you turned on the TV quickly, flipping through the channels to one that never failed to interest you. Animal world was on, and a re-run of the leopard episode was playing.

"Alright, transform so I can warm up my back. It's freaking chilly." He chuckles, rolling his optics as he transforms. You lay back on his hood, being careful not to scratch his paint. Almost immediately, the warmth of his metal seeps through the fabric to your skin. Your body relaxing as the warmth soakes down to your bones.

You stay like that for a little while, but the heat slowly fades, and your muscles are left sore. Rolling over onto your stomach, you let out an annoyed groan.

Sides' chuckle catches your attention. "That leopard has the same idea as you." Glancing back at the screen, you see a leopard sunning itself on a dark rock. The big cat looks content, all sprawled out like that. A small smile comes to your face before you stand, letting out a pained hiss as your muscles take on your weight again.

"Still sore?"

You nod, twisting your back in another futile attempt at popping it. He transforms, crouching down behind you. "Can you lift me under my arms so I can pop my back?"

His servos wrap around you under your arms, lifting you a foot off the ground as you let your body go limp. Your spine crackles as the vertebrae decompress, releasing some of your tension. After he sets you down, you test out your spine. The pain of your muscles is still present, but any spinal pain is pretty much gone.

"You want me to give you a massage?"

You're a bit surprised at his question. Did he really just ask you that? Did he even know what that insinuated or even how to properly do it? Your mouth moved faster than your brain.

"That would be great!"

Why'd you have to say that!? Now you had to go through with it! You kicked yourself as you made your way back to your camper. He transformed again, parking just outside the door as you walked in. His holoform followed you to the "bedroom" of the small mobile space. There were only two lights, one for the living/kitchen and another for the tiny bathroom, leaving the bed dimly illuminated.

You removed your hoodie, tossing it to the side as you sat on the edge of the mattress. "So, how are we doing this?"

"Lie down on your stomach, and I'll sit beside you."

Once you're in position, he sits cross-legged next to you. "Do you mind if I lift your shirt?" Shaking your head as best you can against the pillow in your arms, you take a calming breath. The cool air hits your skin as he lifts the hem of your shirt. When his holoform didgets touch your skin, a chill runs up your spine. Goosebumps form all along your body as he maps out your back.

Soon, he starts adding pressure to his touch. It's light at first like he's afraid he'll hurt you, but slowly, he gets heavier with his hands. Your sore muscles slowly feel much better as your pleasure senses take over. Heat spreads through your body.

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When a small sound escapes your throat, he pauses. "Not hurting you, am I?" Your voice is small as you answer.

"No, I'm fine."

He continues, pressing into the muscles of your lower back, eliciting another sound. This time, he keeps moving, listening for the little sounds you let out.

When he places his fingers over your love handles and presses in the backsides with his thumbs a much louder sound escapes you.

You attempt in vain to smother the sounds with the pillow. Muscles quiver under his fingers, and curiosity gets the better of him. Gently, he grazes his fingers across the front of your abdomen and love handles, making you squirm a little.

With a bright blush on your face, you turn to look at him. "What are you doing, Sides?"

"Um... sorry, I got distracted. What's up with that reaction?"

"It's... my abdomen is sensitive, ok I can't help it when you touch me like that."

"Right here?" He tilts his head like a confused puppy as he grips your hip again, letting his thumb graze under the hem of your jeans.

"Yes! So don't do that." A mischievous glint in his eye makes your heart skip a beat. "I'm not sure what you're thinking, but you probably shouldn't go through with it."

"What? I'm not thinking anything." You feel his thumb again as you grip his wrist, his other hand cupping your side squeezing gently. Suddenly, he lifts your shirt to your lower ribs and pulls the hem of your jeans down an inch. Your eyes widen as a gasp escapes your throat. His lips make contact with the v of your abdomen.

Blood rushes to your face as you bite down lightly on your knuckle. Your other hand tangles in his dyed red hair. While the feeling itself isn't overly pleasurable, the act is extremely erotic. His eyes connect with your half lidded ones as his teeth nip your skin. He places another kiss there before moving up slowly over your stomach, giving you light pecks and nips all the way to just under your sternum.

When he pauses, you look down at him quizzically. In one swift motion, he pulls you up into his lap, making you yelp. Instantly, his lips are on your neck. You melt into him, wrapping your arms around him and tangling your fingers in his hair.

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He can feel your breathing quicken with the rapid beating of your heart. His spark pulses faster with his own excitement. Your scent, taste, and fingers in his hair overwhelm his holoform senses. Your skin, though littered with natural bumps for the most part, is silky soft. And your plush flesh feels amazing in his hands.

Your small gasps float into his audials through the holoform, and they sound heavenly.

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You feel his hands on your back, one massaging your muscles while the other glides over your skin, slipping under the back of your bra. Without warning, his lips connect with yours. He's surprisingly good at it, considering it was probably his first time. You didn't even know if cybertronians kissed at all. Your head was swimming with his intensity, not that you minded much.

Lightly, you scratched at his upper back, legs locked tight around his waist. As far as you were concerned, you could do this till your heart gave out, but fate wouldn't even let it come close to that.

There was a knock on your camper door, making Sideswipe turn his head to look. Russell's voice broke through the silence. "Hey, Y/N, Sideswipe! You guys in there? Come watch the parade you're about to miss the best part!"

In a poof of pixelated glowing particles, the warm body you were wrapped around was gone, and you fell back on your mattress. You lay there for a second, arms splayed above your head as you let out an annoyed groan. You loved Russel, but he had the absolute worst timing sometimes.

Sitting up, you could still feel his hands on you, and the feeling of his lips lingered as you walked to your door.

Outside, Bumblebee stood with his usual cross arm stance. Sideswipe was still in his alt mode in the same spot as before. There was a barely noticeable quake in your steps as Bee eyed you. Your hair was ruffled, and red marks were starting to form on your neck and jaw. Your face was still red from the blood rush, and you were acting a tad nervous.

When you lightly kicked Sideswipes tire, annoyance evident on your face he put two and two together.

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"Hey, what was that for!?"

"You know darn well what that was for!"

"It's not like I had any other options!"

"Yeah, you did! You could've faced it like a man instead of turnin' tail and running!"

Russel looked confused at the whole exchange but took your hand, dragging you behind him to the hilltop. When you got there, Denny handed you a blanket, which you gladly wrapped around you. Fireworks cracked in the air as the end of the parade was driving down the street below.

The nose of Sideswipes alt pressed into your rear, making another blush come to your face. You glanced around, making sure no one had seen that before turning your head to look at him. With a small hop, you sat on his hood, crossing your dangling feet.

When the parade ended and everyone was going back to the junkyard, you and Sideswipe stayed put. Hopping off his hood, you stood with your arms crossed.

"What?" Moving closer with an expression he wasn't familiar with, slight intimidation makes him roll backward. "Wh-what are you doing!?"

"Continuing what you started." Your hips sway as you follow him, backing him all the way almost into a tree. "Holoform, please."

Under your expectant gaze, he produces his holoform. He looks as nervous as you'd expected.

Pushing him into his driver's side door, you press your body against him. He sucks in a breath, his eyes flickering from your eyes, lips, and chest pressing into his. "Like what you see, darlin?"

You hear him gulp as he forces his eyes closed. He makes the mistake of tilting his head up, giving you the perfect opening to ghost your lips across his synthetic skin and whisper in his ear. "Not so cocky now, are ya?"

When he looks back down at you in surprise, you press your lips against his. His hands shakily grab your hips as he bends down for you. As you continue to kiss, the two of you are none the wiser to a pair of optics watching you.

Bee, with a knowing smile on his faceplate, chuckles, shaking his head. He walks back into the junkyard, leaving the two of you be.

[cynic-spirit]

Soulstory ii

Y/N sighed as she sat behind the wheel of her car, the engine sputtering defiantly before finally giving out completely. The dashboard lights flickered, then dimmed, leaving her in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the windshield. She had just finished a lovely visit with her sister, catching up on family stories and sharing laughs over old memories, but now, the comfort of that warmth felt a million miles away.

“Of all the nights to break down,” she muttered to herself, glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight, and the quiet stretch of highway felt eerily empty. She attempted to restart the engine, but all she got was a series of futile clicks in response. Frustration mounted as she fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to dial AAA. After several attempts, the call wouldn’t go through—no signal out here.

Her heart sank, and she leaned back against her seat, letting out a breath of exasperation. The thought of being stranded alone in the dark was unsettling. It was late, and the isolated stretch of road offered little comfort. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her.

“Maybe I should just wait for someone to pass by…” she whispered to herself, but the idea didn’t sit well. She knew the reality of the situation: she was miles from home, and it would be hours before anyone drove by.

As the minutes ticked by, Y/N glanced at her phone again, considering her options. Her heart hesitated at the thought of reaching out to Tony. They had a connection, yes, but was it too soon to ask him for help? He had been nothing but kind to her, and she felt a little guilty thinking of troubling him so late at night. But as she looked around at the desolate surroundings, the idea of waiting there alone felt more daunting than calling him.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she groaned, shaking her head.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her contacts and found Tony's number. She stared at it for a moment, her thumb hovering over the call button. Would he even want to help her? But the sound of crickets chirping and the rustle of leaves in the cool night air convinced her she had little choice.

With a resolve fueled by necessity, she pressed the button and listened as the phone rang. Each tone seemed to echo her anxiety until finally, she heard his voice on the other end.

“Y/N?” Tony answered, sounding slightly groggy. “What’s up?”

“Um, hi, Tony,” she stammered, the words tumbling out as she tried to keep her voice steady. “I’m really sorry to call so late, but… my car broke down on the highway, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t reach AAA.”

“Are you okay?” he asked immediately, his voice shifting from sleepy to alert in an instant. “Where are you?”

“I’m a few miles from the exit at Green Valley. It’s really dark out here, and I’m starting to freak out a little,” she admitted, her heart racing.

“Stay right there. I’ll come get you,” he said without hesitation. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“Wait, you don’t have to—” she began, but he had already hung up.

A rush of relief washed over her, mixed with a twinge of embarrassment for needing to call him. Still, she felt a sense of comfort knowing he was on his way. She settled back in her seat, trying to calm her nerves, grateful for his willingness to help.

Minutes later, she spotted headlights piercing the darkness, and her heart lifted. It was Tony, his car pulling up beside her. He stepped out, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, the faint light casting shadows on his face, but his expression was earnest.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, rushing over. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little shaken up. Thank you for coming,” she said, a shy smile breaking through her earlier tension.

“Of course! Let’s take a look at your car,” he replied, already moving towards the front hood.

As they worked together under the moonlight, Y/N couldn’t shake the warmth that blossomed in her chest. Even amidst her frustration, the comfort of his presence made everything feel a little less daunting. Maybe reaching out to Tony wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Yeah, I’m not repairing this. On second thought, I’ll just buy you a new one,” Tony said with a smirk, crossing his arms as he surveyed her car with an amused expression.

Y/N shot him a playful glare. “Why? I’ve had this one for eight years now!”

“Eight years?! You’re telling me this thing has survived for that long?” Tony made a face of mock horror, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “I’m definitely getting you a new car.”

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “You can’t just buy me a new car because mine broke down. That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, please,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand. “You deserve something that actually runs properly. Plus, I can’t have you stranded in the dark again, can I? It’s bad for my reputation.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his teasing. “Your reputation, huh? I’m sure the world will keep spinning without a new car for me.”

“Maybe,” he replied, grinning. “But I won’t be able to live with myself knowing you’re out here in a death trap.”

“Alright, Mr. Stark, drop me off at home first. Then we can discuss my ‘death trap’ and your generous car donation,” she said, climbing into the passenger seat of his sleek vehicle.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, starting the engine. “And while we’re at it, I’ll give you a little tour of the latest cars I have in the garage. I think you’ll find some pretty enticing options.”

“Are you seriously trying to sell me on your car collection now?” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“Always. You just have to see it to believe it,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as they pulled away from the side of the road.

As they drove through the quiet night, Y/N felt a warm flutter in her chest. Despite the circumstances, being with Tony felt comfortable and exciting. She glanced over at him, catching a glimpse of the playful glint in his eyes. Maybe her old car breaking down wasn’t such a disaster after all.

“So whatever I pick, it’s mine?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued as they drove through the city lights, the glow illuminating the interior of Tony’s car.

“Yes, absolutely. And more too if you want,” he added, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Why would you want to waste money like this on me?” she questioned, trying to mask her surprise with a lighthearted tone.

“Waste money? Excuse me?” Tony feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “This isn’t a waste. This is an investment in your happiness.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “An investment? You make it sound like I’m buying a mansion or something.”

“It’s the best use of my money,” he insisted, glancing at her with a genuine smile. “You deserve something nice, something that works. Plus, you know I like spoiling my friends.”

“Friends?” she repeated, a playful eyebrow raised.

“Fine, friends who I may or may not have some feelings for,” he admitted, his expression softening. “But seriously, Y/N, you shouldn’t have to worry about driving a car that can barely keep up with the times. Let me treat you.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “You really don’t have to, Tony.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, his tone turning earnest. “But I want to. It makes me happy to do this for you.”

She smiled at him, appreciating his generosity, even if it still felt a bit overwhelming. “Okay, I guess I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Exactly. So let’s pick out something that screams ‘Y/N’—classy, creative, and just a little quirky,” he said, turning the car onto the highway.

“Quirky? Are you calling me quirky?” she laughed, playfully nudging him.

“Of course. In the best way possible,” he replied, and they both shared a light-hearted moment, the car filled with the promise of new beginnings.

“I can afford my own car, you know. I’m a bestselling author, in case you don’t remember,” Y/N said, her tone playful but firm.

“I know you can,” Tony replied, glancing at her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you have to settle for something that doesn’t bring you joy. Life’s too short for that.”

“I’m just a little frugal,” she admitted, shrugging as she stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of lights.

Tony could sense a change in her demeanor, the lightness fading as she continued, “We never had much growing up.”

The admission hung in the air, and he shifted his focus back to the road, aware of the weight of her words. “I get it,” he said gently, his voice lowering to match the seriousness of the moment. “Frugality is a smart way to navigate life, especially when you’ve had to work for everything you have. But it’s okay to treat yourself too, Y/N. You deserve it.”

She looked at him, her expression softening. “It’s just… I’ve always been careful. I don’t want to lose sight of what’s important by getting too caught up in material things.”

“Material things aren’t everything,” he agreed, “but a reliable car isn’t just about status; it’s about safety and comfort. It’s a tool that should make your life easier, not harder. Plus, think of it this way: you can take spontaneous trips to see your sister without worrying about breaking down.”

Y/N smiled, appreciating his perspective. “You make a good point. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

“Maybe,” he said, shooting her a teasing grin. “But let me help you overthink in style. I promise it’ll be fun.”

As they continued their drive, she felt grateful for his understanding nature, realizing that sometimes it was okay to let someone else take the reins—especially when that someone was Tony Stark.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice steady yet laced with a hint of excitement. She turned to Tony, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of adoration and challenge. “You offered, so I’m taking that offer. Give me what you deem fit for me. Let me understand how you see me.”

Her words hung in the air, charged with an unexpected intensity. Tony felt a rush of emotion, a blend of affection and admiration for her boldness. She wasn’t just accepting a gift; she was inviting him to show her, in a tangible way, how he perceived her—who she was in his eyes.

Tony’s heart quickened, a smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze. “You’ve got it,” he replied, his tone equally serious and playful. “But don’t blame me if I go all out. I’ve got a pretty high opinion of you, you know.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Tony Stark.”

Tony chuckled, but underneath his usual bravado, he felt a deep sense of responsibility. This wasn’t just about a car anymore; it was about understanding and connection, about showing Y/N that he saw her strength, her independence, and her worth. He wanted to give her something that reflected how much he admired her resilience and the unique blend of grace and determination that defined her.

As they drove on, the city lights flickering around them, Tony’s mind raced with ideas. He knew whatever he chose had to be perfect—not just luxurious, but thoughtful, something that would resonate with Y/N’s personality and values.

The challenge she’d set before him wasn’t just a test of taste or style; it was a way of deepening their bond. And Tony was more than ready to rise to the occasion. “Get ready,” he said, glancing at her with a grin. “Because you’re about to see yourself through my eyes, and I guarantee it’ll be a ride you won’t forget.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. She didn’t doubt him for a second. She knew whatever Tony chose would be a reflection of his perception of her—a glimpse into how he saw her as someone worthy of the best, deserving of everything the world had to offer. The thought filled her with a mix of excitement and a newfound sense of belonging, as if she was stepping into a new chapter of her life, one that Tony was helping to write.

Tony stood in his workshop, surrounded by holographic displays of luxury cars. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of the table, his eyes scanning the images as they floated in midair. Beside him, Jarvis’s calm, measured voice broke the silence.

“Might I suggest starting with a few options, sir? The Bentley Continental GT is an excellent blend of elegance and power.”

Tony nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, it’s a great car. Powerful, sleek... but maybe it’s too aggressive for Y/N. She’s more… refined. Let’s keep looking.”

Jarvis, ever helpful, continued, “Perhaps the Aston Martin DB11? It’s sophisticated, with a timeless design.”

Tony tilted his head, picturing Y/N behind the wheel of the DB11. “Hmm, I like that one. It’s stylish, but I feel like we need something with a little more presence, you know? Something that has an impact, but isn’t flashy.”

He swiped his hand, changing the display to a new set of images. “What about the Porsche Panamera? It’s luxurious, but it’s got that sporty edge.”

Jarvis considered for a moment. “While the Panamera is indeed a refined choice, it might not fully capture the understated elegance Miss Y/N exudes. Perhaps something more classic?”

Tony nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a beautiful car, but maybe too sporty. What about the Mercedes-Maybach S-Class? Understated luxury, and it’s got that timeless appeal.”

“A fine choice, sir,” Jarvis acknowledged. “The Maybach’s blend of comfort and sophistication would certainly suit Miss Y/N’s elegant nature.”

Tony smiled, considering it. “It’s got that quiet confidence, like her. But… I think we can do even better. I want something that really makes a statement—something that says, ‘You’re special, and I want everyone to know it.’”

He scrolled through more options, his eyes narrowing as he thought. “How about the Maserati Quattroporte? It’s got the luxury and the heritage, plus it’s a bit more unique.”

“The Quattroporte is indeed unique, sir, but it might not convey the same level of timeless grace that Miss Y/N deserves,” Jarvis gently countered.

Tony sighed, knowing Jarvis was right. “Yeah, it’s a little too… sporty again. I need something that’s more about luxury, about making her feel like royalty every time she steps into it.”

Finally, Tony’s eyes landed on the Rolls-Royce Phantom. The car’s imposing yet graceful design, with its iconic silhouette and unrivaled luxury, immediately caught his attention. Tony’s face lit up.

“Jarvis, what do you think of the Phantom?”

“The Rolls-Royce Phantom, sir, is the pinnacle of luxury vehicles. It’s the perfect combination of tradition and modernity, offering unparalleled comfort and an aura of exclusivity. A car that speaks volumes without uttering a word.”

Tony grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “Exactly. It’s perfect. Y/N deserves something as unique and special as she is. The Phantom has that old-world charm, but it’s still incredibly contemporary. And the ride… it’s like floating on air.”

Jarvis added, “Furthermore, the bespoke options available for the Phantom will allow you to customize it precisely to Miss Y/N’s tastes. It could be tailored to reflect her personal style.”

Tony’s mind buzzed with possibilities. “I’m thinking a deep, classic color—maybe a dark emerald green or midnight blue, something timeless. The interior? Soft leather, custom embroidery, the works. I want her to feel like a queen every time she gets in.”

“An excellent choice, sir. The Phantom’s presence will undoubtedly reflect the elegance and grace that Miss Y/N embodies,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony nodded, feeling a wave of contentment. “Alright, it’s settled. The Phantom it is. Y/N’s going to love this. And more importantly, she’ll know exactly how much she means to me when she sees it.”

He leaned back, satisfaction washing over him. This wasn’t just about buying her a car—it was about showing Y/N that he understood her, that he saw her as someone who deserved nothing but the best. And for Tony, that meant giving her something that would make her feel cherished every time she drove it.

“Jarvis, let’s get started on the custom specs. I want this car to be as extraordinary as she is.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll begin the arrangements immediately.”

As Tony watched the final design of the Rolls-Royce Phantom take shape on the holographic display, he couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be perfect.

Tony paced around the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, his mind alive with ideas. He knew that while the exterior was stunning and the luxurious interior was perfect, it was the technology inside that would make this car truly special. Pausing for a moment, he turned to the air with a familiar smirk.

“Jarvis,” Tony began, excitement bubbling beneath his calm exterior, “now for the cream of the cake. Let’s make the technology custom too. This isn’t just any car—it’s going to be an extension of Y/N, something that feels alive and perfectly in tune with her.”

Jarvis responded promptly, his tone mirroring Tony’s enthusiasm. “What features would you like to incorporate, sir?”

Tony rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Let’s start with a fully integrated AI system, something tailored just for her. It should be intuitive, but not intrusive. It needs to learn her habits, preferences, and routines, and adjust accordingly. We’ll call it ‘Eirene’—after the goddess of peace. It should have a calming presence, just like she does.”

“Eirene will be designed to provide a seamless and personalized experience for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed. “Shall I model its interface and interaction style after myself, or would you prefer something different?”

Tony mulled it over for a second. “Let’s give Eirene a softer touch, something more empathetic. I want it to respond to her mood, offer suggestions when she seems stressed, and even play her favorite music or podcasts when she’s on the road. It should be like a companion, not just an assistant.”

“A gentle and empathetic AI interface will be developed, sir. Eirene will be capable of recognizing emotional cues and adapting its responses to ensure a comforting and supportive presence,” Jarvis replied.

Tony nodded, pleased with the idea. “Good. Now, let’s talk tech specs. This car needs to be as advanced as anything I’ve ever built. We’re talking top-of-the-line navigation with real-time traffic updates, voice-activated controls, and a holographic display that can show anything from maps to stargazing projections. She’ll love that last one.”

“I shall incorporate the most advanced navigational and display systems available, including a holographic interface that will project both functional and aesthetic visuals. The stargazing feature will be tied to the car’s starlight headliner, offering a truly immersive experience,” Jarvis elaborated.

Tony’s grin widened. “Perfect. And we can’t skimp on security—this car needs to be impenetrable. I’m thinking biometric locks, encrypted communication systems, and a self-driving mode that can kick in if it ever detects she’s in danger. I want her to be safe, no matter what.”

“Biometric authentication, encrypted communication, and advanced self-driving capabilities will be integrated into the vehicle, ensuring Miss Y/N’s safety in all scenarios,” Jarvis assured.

Tony was on a roll now, his mind racing with possibilities. “And let’s add a few more fun features. A personal climate control system that adjusts based on her body temperature, and a mood lighting system that changes color based on her playlist or the time of day.”

“A personalized climate control system and adaptive mood lighting will be added, providing a unique and comfortable environment for Miss Y/N at all times,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony’s expression softened as another thought struck him. “You know, she’s a writer. We need to give her a space where she can write whenever inspiration strikes. How about we integrate a computer system into the car—something sleek, with all the software she needs for writing her books or poetry?”

“A fully functional and discreet writing station will be incorporated into the vehicle’s design, complete with the latest software for writing and creative work. It will be easily accessible and tailored to her needs,” Jarvis replied, acknowledging the thoughtful addition.

Tony smiled, satisfied. This wasn’t just about giving Y/N a car—it was about creating something that reflected how much she meant to him. “One last thing, Jarvis—make sure the AI has a bit of personality. I want it to surprise her, maybe even make her laugh once in a while. It should feel like it was designed just for her, because it was.”

“A touch of wit and charm will be programmed into Eirene’s personality, ensuring that it is not only helpful but also endearing to Miss Y/N,” Jarvis responded with a hint of warmth.

Tony stepped back, taking in the car one last time. “This is going to be incredible. Y/N’s going to love it. And when she does, she’ll know exactly how much thought I put into it.”

“Indeed, sir. This vehicle will undoubtedly reflect the depth of your care and consideration for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony smiled, feeling a surge of pride. “Alright, Jarvis, let’s get to work. I want this car ready for her as soon as possible.”

“As you wish, sir. The customization process will begin immediately, and I will keep you informed of our progress,” Jarvis replied.

Tony took one last look at the Rolls-Royce Phantom before turning away, already imagining the look on Y/N’s face when she saw what he had done for her. This car was more than just a gift—it was a reflection of everything she meant to him, and he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

As Tony admired the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, now customized to the highest standards, a thought struck him. Something was missing—something personal, something that would make the car not just a gift but a connection between them.

“Jarvis,” Tony said, his tone serious yet affectionate, “there’s one more thing we need to add. Something personal.”

“Of course, sir. What do you have in mind?” Jarvis responded, ready to implement whatever idea Tony had.

Tony paced a little, his mind racing through possibilities. Then, with a smile, he settled on the perfect idea. “I want to add a direct line to this car—a way for me to talk to Y/N anytime. No matter where she is, no matter what she’s doing, she should be able to reach me, and I should be able to reach her.”

“A direct and secure communication line will be installed, sir,” Jarvis confirmed. “Would you like it to be integrated into the AI system as well, perhaps allowing for seamless transition between speaking to Eirene and yourself?”

“Exactly,” Tony nodded. “But make it easy—one command, one touch. If she wants to talk to me, all she has to do is say the word, and I’ll be there. And it goes both ways; I want to be able to check in on her, to hear her voice whenever I need to.”

“Understood, sir,” Jarvis responded. “The system will be designed to ensure that, with a single command, either of you can initiate a conversation. The line will be fully encrypted and secure, guaranteeing privacy and uninterrupted connection.”

Tony smiled at the thought. “Good. And Jarvis—make sure it’s not just functional, but… I don’t know, intimate. It should feel like she’s talking directly to me, not through some cold, technical device.”

“I will ensure that the communication line provides a warm and personal experience, reflecting the importance of the connection between you and Miss Y/N,” Jarvis said, a hint of understanding in his tone.

Tony ran his hand along the smooth surface of the car, imagining Y/N’s reaction when she discovered this feature. “This is important, Jarvis. I want her to know that no matter what, she can always reach out to me, that I’m always here for her.”

“She will undoubtedly appreciate the thoughtfulness behind this addition, sir,” Jarvis replied.

Tony took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Alright, let’s get this set up. And once it’s done, let’s make sure everything is perfect. I want this car to be a reflection of how much she means to me.”

“It will be, sir,” Jarvis assured him. “Every detail has been carefully crafted to ensure that this vehicle is as unique and special as Miss Y/N herself.”

Tony nodded, satisfied. “Thanks, Jarvis. Let’s finish this up. I can’t wait to see her reaction.”

“With pleasure, sir,” Jarvis responded as he began the final phase of the customization, making sure that every aspect of the car—especially the direct line—was exactly as Tony envisioned.

As the customization of Y/N’s new Rolls-Royce Phantom continued, Tony had another brilliant idea. “Jarvis,” he said, his eyes lighting up with inspiration, “I want to get a personal number plate for the car. Something unique, something that represents Y/N and me.”

“Very well, sir. Do you have any specific themes or references in mind?” Jarvis inquired, ready to assist.

“Yeah, let’s go with something inspired by history, maybe a blend of Julius Caesar and Shakespeare,” Tony suggested, a smirk forming on his lips. “How about ‘Veni Vidi Amavi’?”

Jarvis processed the suggestion. “That translates to ‘I came, I saw, I loved.’ It is a fitting tribute, given your sentiments towards Miss Y/N.”

“Exactly! It encapsulates the essence of our relationship. It’s bold, it’s classic, and it carries depth,” Tony replied, clearly pleased with his idea.

“Shall I proceed with that for the number plate?” Jarvis asked, already beginning the process.

“Yeah, but let’s make sure it’s in a classy font—something that reflects the elegance of the car,” Tony added. “And maybe a subtle embellishment or two. After all, she deserves nothing less than the best.”

“Understood, sir. I will ensure that the design reflects both sophistication and the unique character of Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony leaned back against the car, imagining Y/N's reaction when she saw the number plate. “I can already picture her face when she reads it,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “It’ll be like a little inside joke between us. Plus, it’s a nod to the classics, which she appreciates.”

“Shall I also integrate a digital display that showcases the plate whenever the car is in motion? It could be a fun surprise,” Jarvis suggested.

“Absolutely! That would be awesome. Let’s do it,” Tony said, his excitement bubbling over. “I want everything to be perfect for her.”

With a final nod, Jarvis began working on the number plate and the digital display, ensuring that Tony’s thoughtful gesture would be a memorable part of Y/N’s new car. The Phantom was not just a luxury vehicle; it was a representation of their connection, complete with personal touches that only deepened Tony's affection for her.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her curiosity piqued as she glanced at the section of the lab that was deliberately obscured from her view. "What’s in there?" she asked, tilting her head slightly toward the hidden area.

Tony, who was busy tinkering with a gadget, looked up with a mischievous grin. "Oh, nothing. Just something I’m working on," he replied, trying to sound casual.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Why is it hidden? No one comes here except me." Her tone was playful, challenging him to reveal more.

A smirk danced on Tony's lips. "Yes, I have hidden it from you," he teased, leaning back in his chair with an air of mock seriousness.

Y/N crossed her arms, feigning indignation. "But I don’t understand technology much," she bantered, trying to pull him into a lighthearted debate.

"It’s not entirely technology," Tony shot back, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"So what is it then?" Y/N pressed, leaning forward in her seat, the playful challenge evident in her demeanor.

Tony glanced at the digital clock on the wall, calculating the remaining time until the reveal. "I can tell you in…," he paused for dramatic effect, “27 hours and 12 minutes.”

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "That’s awfully specific. Are you counting down or something?" she teased, her interest only growing.

Tony shrugged, his playful demeanor intact. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just enjoy the suspense." He winked, clearly enjoying the game they were playing.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I guess I’ll just have to be patient then. But you know how much I hate surprises!"

“Consider it a test of your patience,” Tony said, leaning closer with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “And who knows? The surprise might be worth the wait.”

Y/N met his gaze, a mix of intrigue and anticipation bubbling within her. “I have a feeling you’re up to something big, Stark.”

Tony simply grinned. “You have no idea.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “You are such a handful, Tony Stark,” she said, her tone light and teasing as she leaned back in her chair.

Tony feigned a look of shock, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “Me? A handful? Never! I prefer to think of myself as… dynamically complex.”

“Dynamically complex, huh?” Y/N arched an eyebrow, her laughter bubbling up. “Is that your fancy way of saying you’re a troublemaker?”

“Troublemaker? I prefer to call it ‘spontaneous innovator,’” he replied, grinning. “And besides, you love it.”

“Do I?” she asked, feigning seriousness. “I’m not sure about that. It might be more of a challenge to keep up with your whirlwind of chaos.”

“Oh, come on!” Tony leaned in closer, lowering his voice playfully. “You know you thrive on my chaos. It keeps your life exciting. I mean, when’s the last time you had this much fun?”

Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, let me think… Oh right! It was when I decided to take a chance on a billionaire playboy with a penchant for theatrics.”

“Ah, yes! A bold and daring choice,” Tony said, pretending to look impressed. “You must be feeling quite brave. Not everyone can handle the Stark experience.”

“I think I’m more curious than brave,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Curiosity can lead to trouble, you know.”

“Good thing I’m an expert in getting out of trouble,” he quipped, flashing her a charming smile. “Or at least I like to think I am.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You and your confidence. I’m not sure if it’s charming or just plain reckless.”

“Why not both?” Tony grinned, clearly enjoying their back-and-forth. “You know what they say—life’s too short to be serious all the time.”

“True, but a little seriousness wouldn’t hurt,” she countered, leaning forward with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Besides, someone has to keep you grounded.”

“Grounded? That sounds boring,” Tony said, waving a dismissive hand. “But I suppose I could make an exception for you. I mean, if anyone’s going to keep me in check, it might as well be the beautiful bestselling author sitting across from me.”

Y/N felt a blush creep into her cheeks at the compliment, her heart fluttering at his words. “You’re quite the charmer, Stark,” she replied, her voice softening. “But don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of revealing what’s behind that hidden section of the lab.”

“Ah, so we’re back to that, are we?” He leaned back with a playful smirk. “All right, I’ll make you a deal: if you can guess what’s behind the curtain, I’ll reveal my secret. But if you can’t…”

“Then what?” she challenged, her curiosity piqued.

“Then you have to promise to let me take you on a spontaneous adventure. Somewhere fun, with absolutely no planning whatsoever,” he proposed, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Y/N considered his words, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Challenge accepted, Stark. But you better be ready to reveal all once I win.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Tony said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. “Let the games begin!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tony's offer. “Five chances? That sounds generous for someone who usually keeps secrets like a master spy.”

“Just think of it as an act of faith,” Tony replied, leaning back in his chair with a casual confidence. “Besides, I’m curious to see how your mind works. You might surprise me.”

“Or I might just embarrass myself,” she shot back playfully, crossing her arms as she regarded him. “Okay, let’s see… is it a new invention? Something groundbreaking?”

“Wrong,” he said, a teasing smile on his face. “But it’s a good guess. Next!”

Y/N thought for a moment, biting her lip. “Is it something that flies?”

“Ah, you’re thinking big! But nope,” he answered, shaking his head. “That’s strike two. Keep ‘em coming!”

“Alright,” she said, furrowing her brow as she racked her brain for ideas. “Is it a prototype for a new suit?”

Tony chuckled, clearly amused. “Not even close. You’re swinging and missing, Y/N. That’s three!”

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, determined to come up with a good guess. “Okay, is it something that involves… well, technology?”

“Hey now, that’s a little vague,” he teased, holding up a finger. “But I’ll give you that one since it’s kind of true. But that’s strike four.”

Y/N could feel the excitement bubbling within her, spurred on by the playful challenge. “Alright, last chance. Is it… a surprise for me?”

Tony leaned forward, his expression turning serious for a moment, though the hint of a smile lingered. “Well, that’s a clever guess,” he said slowly. “But I can’t tell you that. So… strike five!”

“Five chances and I failed all of them,” she said, laughing lightly as she leaned back in her chair. “Looks like I owe you an adventure.”

“Indeed you do,” Tony said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But don’t worry; I have some ideas in mind that will blow your mind. And just so you know, I’m more than happy to keep the secret hidden a little longer.”

Y/N smirked, her heart racing at the prospect of whatever adventure awaited her. “Fine, but you have to promise to reveal what’s behind that curtain eventually. I’m not giving up that easily.”

“Deal,” Tony replied, extending his hand to shake on it. “But until then, I might enjoy keeping you in suspense.”

Y/N grinned, shaking his hand with determination. “Good luck keeping me in suspense. I’m persistent.”

“Just what I like about you,” he replied with a playful glint in his eyes

As Y/N settled into her chair with a book in hand, Tony found himself captivated by the scene unfolding before him. The soft glow of the lab lights cast a warm hue on her face, highlighting the way her brows furrowed in concentration and how her lips curled slightly as she turned the pages. It was a simple moment, but to him, it felt monumental.

Look at her, he thought, a smile creeping onto his face. There’s something so effortlessly beautiful about how she immerses herself in those words. He marveled at the way she lost herself in the story, her expression shifting with every twist and turn of the plot. It’s like she becomes a part of the worlds she reads about, and I can’t help but wonder what adventures are taking root in that brilliant mind of hers.

He leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting. She’s not just a talented author; she’s a force of nature. She writes with passion and purpose, and it shows. It’s no wonder she’s a bestselling author. Tony felt a swell of pride, as if he had a stake in her success. She was doing what she loved, and somehow, that made him feel more alive than he had in years.

I could spend hours just watching her, he mused, a feeling of warmth enveloping him. He loved the way she was so engrossed in her book, almost as if the rest of the world faded away. And then he remembered their playful banter just moments before—the way her eyes sparkled when she challenged him, the lightness in her laughter that made his heart race.

God, I’m whipped, he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. And I’m not even mad about it. There was a sense of peace in knowing she was right there, her presence grounding him in a way he had never expected. I can’t wait to show her what I’ve been working on. She deserves to see how special she is to me, even if I’m still figuring out how to express it.

As he watched her, he felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest, the kind of feeling that whispered that maybe—just maybe—she was meant to be a part of his life. I want to give her the world, he thought. Every luxury, every experience, every moment of happiness that I can offer. She deserves it all.

Tony took a deep breath, a grin playing on his lips as he thought of the car they would be picking out together. A Rolls Royce Phantom, he mentally repeated, feeling proud. It’ll fit her perfectly. Sophisticated, elegant, with just the right touch of flair. Just like her.

The thought lingered in his mind as he continued to watch her, the noise of the lab fading into a gentle hum. In that moment, he realized he didn’t just want her to have the car; he wanted to share every part of his world with her. Every adventure, every laugh, and even the quiet moments like this one, where nothing needed to be said.

I hope she knows how much I care, he thought, feeling a surge of determination. I want her to feel cherished, just as she is. With that, Tony leaned back and let himself get lost in the peaceful ambiance of the lab, all while keeping a careful eye on the woman who had unexpectedly captured his heart.

Part 3

[vinelark]

every time you post a fic snippet i start giggling and kicking my legs

ok ok, twist my arm 🥰

“We could break into Hood’s lair,” Tim is saying, almost to himself. “He’s got his own little setup. Or I’ve got contacts at the GU labs. Or, ugh, you could call Batman and maybe he’ll be cool about it, but let’s keep that at the end of the list for now—”

They’ve left the gannets behind, but two other flocks of seabirds a mile out seem to have taken up the chase. Kon is getting ready to fly back toward land when the obvious Plan B hits him. “Or I can dunk you.”

“—unless absolutely—what?” Tim says. “You can what?”

Kon slows, keeping an ear out for more birds in the vicinity. “I can dunk you in the ocean.”

“What,” Tim says again.

“To wash the stuff off,” Kon explains. “Then it’s not airborne.”

“No!” Tim says.

“Why not?”

Tim pokes Kon’s chest, which obviously does very little. “So many reasons! Mostly shark related!”

“I can out-swim sharks,” Kon says confidently. “Okay, hold your breath—”

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

eight. | six different ways

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 3.7k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, smut, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, naughty polaroids, lots of feelings ⇾ a/n. last fluffy chapter before the angst sets in. prepare yourselves.

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“God, how can you stand this fuckin’ cold?” Billy complained as he sauntered through the parking lot to the Camaro, one arm slung around Win’s shoulders, the other tugging his jacket closer, and Win snorted.

“This ain’t nothin’, pretty boy,” she teased, amused at the way he wrinkled his nose at her.  “I'm from the Windy City and it gets even colder there than it does here, so I’m used to it,” she explained, turning to face him once they reached his car.  “I can always keep you warm,” she purred, slipping her arms under his jacket to embrace him, her chin propped against his chest as she smirked up at him.

“I like the sound of that,” Billy murmured, his lips twitching as he met her gaze.

“Ugh, get a room,” Max groaned as she skated up, kickflipping her board into her hand.

Billy threw her a hard look in response and she rolled her eyes, getting into the back seat.

“I’m supposed to stay at the house with her til Susan gets home,” Billy grumbled, heaving an annoyed sigh.  “Wanna come over?” he asked after a moment.  “They won’t be home til six.”

Though he didn’t specify, Win knew exactly who he was talking about.

“Yeah, I can help you change your spark plugs,” Win offered, giving a soft yelp as Billy’s hands traveled downward, giving her backside a quick squeeze.

“Deal,” he smirked, slipping out of her embrace and to the driver’s seat.

As promised, the house on Cherry Street was empty when they arrived and Max promptly raided the fridge before retreating to her room.  Billy opened the garage and pulled the Camaro in, popping her hood and cutting the engine.

“You ever change spark plugs before?” he asked as he shrugged off his jacket, turning on the small radio on the workbench before rolling his sleeves up.

“I have,” Win replied, slipping her jacket off as well.

“I like a girl who knows her way around a car,” Billy drawled, glancing over his shoulder at her.

“Especially the back seat, right?” Win snorted.

“I was talking about the engine,” Billy teased, “but that too,” he chucked, winking at her.

Win rolled her eyes fondly, opening the toolbox in the corner to find him a flex head socket wrench, placing it in his outstretched hand.

“Hmm, guess you weren’t lyin’,” he mused, wrapping his fingers around the tool's handle.

Win merely arched an eyebrow at him, not deigning to rise to the jab.  Leaning back, she crossed her arms, watching him bend over the engine, his tight Levi’s accentuating the curve of his ass.

“You checking me out, Lewis?”  Billy’s voice was muffled by the hood, but Win heard him loud and clear, her lips twitching in amusement. 

“Maybe,” she drawled, stealing a cigarette from his pack and placing it between her lips.  “That okay?” she quipped, watching the cherry blaze brighter before snapping his lighter shut and slipping it in her pocket.

Billy glanced back over his shoulder at her, a grin on his lips.  “Look as much as you want, Princess.”

Win let her eyes trail over him slowly once more, pulling the cigarette from her lips to blow the stream of smoke languidly skyward before catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

Billy snorted softly, shaking his head as he turned back to the car.  “Hand me one of those fresh plugs, will ya?” he asked, and Win obliged, trading him for the old sparkplug.

Once he’d finished, Billy straightened, reaching for a shop rag to wipe the grime from his hands, his cheeks and forehead smudged with dirt and grease.

“Uhm, you got a little…” Win gestured to his face with a grin and Billy chuckled, the sound warming her heart.  The only time he seemed to laugh like that–bright and open–was when they were alone together.

“Yeah, I figured,” he snorted, carefully dropping the hood and stealing Win’s lit cigarette from her lips to place between his.  “Wanna help me clean up?” he asked, the cigarette bobbing as he spoke.

“Yeah, I think you’ll need all the help you can get,” Win teased, grabbing her jacket and pulling open the door to the house.  Billy followed her to the bathroom, studying his reflection with amusement. 

“It’s not as bad as you made it sound,” he pointed out, but Win merely grinned, looking through the drawers til she found a clean washcloth.

Turning around, she let out a sudden yelp of surprise as she came face to face with Billy’s chest, his dirty hands cupping her cheeks as he leaned in to capture her lips.  Caressing her jaw as he deepened the kiss, his hands slid down her chest, groping her shamelessly over her shirt, his thumbs coaxing her nipples to stiffen beneath the fabric.

When he pulled back, he wore a smug grin, and when Win caught sight of her own reflection, she could see why–Billy’s dirty hand prints splayed across her chest.

“First you cover me in hickies and now you ruin my shirt?  Possessive, much?” Win snorted and Billy’s blue eyes flashed.

“Can you blame me?” he asked, letting her wipe his face with the damp cloth before washing his hands and forearms.  “You’re the hottest girl in school, gotta make sure every other guy knows you’re spoken for,” he huffed, sounding almost petulant and Win’s stomach gave a flutter at the brief flash of vulnerability in Billy’s eyes.  

“I’m pretty sure they know,” she assured him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“I dunno…” Billy muttered, narrowing his eyes.  “Thought I saw Harrington eyeing you at lunch the other day.”

“Oh please, he’s practically dating Holly,” Win scoffed, slipping past him to head down the hall.

“Oh no you don’t,” Billy exclaimed, catching her round the middle and hefting her up over his shoulder.  Win gasped, but didn’t struggle as he carried her to his room.

Kicking the door shut behind him, he dropped Win atop his bed, his sheets still in disarray from how he’d left them that morning.

“Ruffian!” Win huffed, pushing up to her elbows to watch him unbutton his shirt, though her voice held no sting.

Billy snorted a laugh.  “I think you like being thrown around a little,” he said and Win couldn’t quite make her voice work.

Billy smirked, amazed at how red her cheeks turned.  “Look at that, can’t even deny it,” he drawled, leaning over her to unbutton her jeans, tugging them down her legs.

“Do we have enough time–?” Win gasped, though she was already hot with arousal, the tingling in her stomach moving lower.

Billy glanced at the clock on his bed stand.  “We got plenty of time, Princess,” he assured her, pressing a kiss to her navel before straightening and crossing the room, turning on his stereo and grabbing the Polaroid camera from his dresser.

“What are you doing with that?” Win asked, eyeing him doubtfully.

“What’s it look like?” he asked, standing at the foot of his bed and bringing the camera’s viewfinder to his eye.

“Ohhh no you don’t,” Win exclaimed, yanking his sheets over her lower half.

“Aw c’mon, you look so cute today, I wanna remember this moment,” Billy drawled, tugging the sheets from Win’s hands and she groaned, knowing he’d already won.

“No one, and I mean absolutely no one, sees these photos other than you,” she insisted, holding his gaze levelly.

“Now why would I want anyone else to see you like this?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her before snapping a photo and letting it fall to the bed.  “You’re mine, remember?” he growled, watching her over the camera.

A shiver ran down Win’s spine at that look and she wet her lips, getting up on her knees to pull her shirt over her head, no bra beneath.  Billy hissed a sharp breath at the sight, his cock stiffening beneath his jeans and he snapped another photo, wetting his lips as he lowered the camera.

“You telling me you’ve been walking around all day without a bra on?”

Win crawled closer, her lips curling mischievously.  “Maybe,” she teased, working to undo his belt.

However, Billy shook his head, stilling her hands as he silenced her confusion with a kiss.  “Not yet,” he murmured, his eyes flicking up to hers as he eased her to her back.  “I wanna taste you first,” he breathed, blue hues darkening with want.  

“Lay back” he instructed, stretching her arms above her head before clicking another picture, the polaroid fluttering to the bed, slowly revealing Win’s wanton expression, her lips parted expectantly as she gazed up at him.

“Good girl,” he drawled, his deep voice dripping honey as he climbed off her, dropping the camera to rid her of her panties, stuffing them in his back pocket.

The warm tingling sensation between her legs grew as Win watched Billy settle between her thighs, his lips dragging against her fevered skin as he kissed his way higher, his warm breath against her dripping sex leaving her aching.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Winnie,” he murmured, finally touching her, pressing his lips to her clit and chuckling darkly at the way her breath hitched.

Eager to tease her further, he drew the hood of her clit between his lips, sucking gently before flicking her sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.  Win’s hips rolled impatiently against his mouth, a sharp breathy whine leaving her lips, and Billy wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her down as he began to trace languid circles around her clit, his relaxed pace agonizing.

Win bit her lip as she pushed herself up to her elbows to watch.  “Fuck, Billy,” she sighed, “you look so nice between my thighs.”

Her compliment had him smirking against her cunt and his eyes flicked up to watch her, holding her gaze.  Struck by the moment, Win reached for the discarded camera, bringing it to her eye to snap a picture, wanting to sear the image into her memory and Billy groaned at the thought, his tongue lashing faster against her, forcing a moan from her lips.

“Oh fuck–” Win exclaimed, dropping the camera to thread her fingers in Billy’s hair.  “Yeah, right there–” she whined.

The measured circles became broad strokes with the flat of his tongue that left Win squirming and shuddering, gasping sharp moans that she tried to stifle, remembering Max was just in the next room.

“Oh God, Billy—“ she breathed, her nails scraping his scalp, her pleasure washing over her in waves as he feasted on her like a man starving, moaning into her cunt as if he were enjoying it just as much as she was.

“I’m gunna cum, I’m gunna—“ she babbled, light blooming behind her eyelids as she screwed her eyes shut and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.  Her body went rigid with the force of her climax, but Billy didn’t abate, overstimulating her til a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first and she gushed against his mouth, unable to control her body, helpless under his unrelenting force.

Finally, he stopped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he lifted his face.  “I was right,” he mused, grinning down at Win as she fought to catch her breath, chest heaving and eyelids fluttering as she tried to focus on him.

“About what?” she managed to gasp.

“That you taste just as good as you look.”

“Charmer,” Win murmured, barely registering that he’d just snapped another picture of her, smirking as he shook the little polaroid photo, waiting for it to develop.

“How many of those are you gunna take?” Win asked, picking one up from the sheets to look at.

“I don’t think it’s possible to have too many photos of you,” Billy chuckled huskily, dropping the developed photo onto her chest so he could pull his pants down.

“Yeah, well, I’m keeping this one,” Win said, holding up the one she’d taken of him between her thighs.

“Fine by me,” Billy murmured, the mattress dipping as he crawled atop it, his necklace skimming her body as he kissed his way up her chest.  “Gunna look at it when you touch yourself?” he mused, white teeth flashing smugly.

“Maybe,” Win replied, squeezing her legs around his waist, her breath catching as his cock brushed her dripping folds.  “Is that what you’re gunna do with them?” she countered.

“Course.  These are so much hotter than any centerfold,” he groaned, inhaling deeply as he captured her lips.

Win opened her mouth to him, caressing his tongue with hers and moaning as she tasted herself on him.

“You make the prettiest sounds for me, Winnie,” Billy growled softly, kissing her jaw as he lined himself up, bullying his cock between her folds and pressing slowly into her, savouring the way her velveteen walls fluttered and squeezed around him, sucking him in until they were completely connected.

“That’s cause you feel so good,” Win breathed.  “Y'make me feel so good, Billy.”

Win’s breathy words made Billy smile, his expression softening.  “You make me feel good too, Win,” he murmured, threading their fingers together as he rocked against her, the ridge of his head dragging against her spongy g-spot.

In that moment, everything else fell away–the music playing in the background, the fear of getting caught, Max doing who-knew-what in the other room–none of it mattered but Billy.

With each thrust, she moved against him, rolling her hips to angle him deeper, and soon it was as if they moved as one, Win wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to feel all of him pressed against her.  

Too preoccupied to whisper in her ear all the filthy things he was gunna do to her, like he usually did, Billy merely moaned wordlessly, his breath mixing with hers as he pressed their foreheads together, holding Win’s gaze as they made love.

Like a flower opening to the sun, Win felt a rush of warmth suffuse her as she teetered on the edge, her breath catching as the next moment she tumbled into bliss, her entire body contracting as the tightly coiled spring inside her suddenly released.  With a soft cry, Billy’s name fell from her lips, her mouth falling open as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper while her walls fluttered and tightened around him.  Following her headlong toward the precipice, Billy let out a guttural groan as his hips met hers, burying himself deep inside her as he came, his muscles spasming as he painted her cervix.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, their gasping breaths mingling in the space between their lips as their eyes found each other.

“Holy shit,” Billy gasped, breaking the silence, and suddenly the music from his stereo filled Win’s ears.

“That was–” she panted, pausing to swallow, working moisture back into her mouth.  “That was so hot.”

Billy let out a shuddering breath, his long lashes brushing his cheeks as he pulled out of her.  “Definitely don’t think that was fucking,” he murmured, more to himself than her, but it made Win smile and she took his face between her hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Definitely not,” she agreed, affection weighing heavy on her chest.

Billy cleared his throat, rolling off her and reaching for his pack of smokes, tapping one out and placing it between his lips as he searched blindly for his lighter.

Win rolled to her side, reaching over him to grab it, flipping the lid open and thumbing the wheel, holding the flame steady for him.

“Thanks babe,” he murmured, the cigarette hanging from his lips as he blew out a stream of smoke and laid back, pulling Win to his side before tucking his arm under his head.  Win nestled closer, resting her cheek against his shoulder as she watched his chest slowly rise and fall, tracing idle shapes with her fingertips.

Finally, she plucked at the pendant resting against his sternum and picked it up to get a closer look.  “You’re always wearing this, does it mean something?” she murmured and Billy glanced down at it before pulling the cigarette from his mouth and rolling it between his finger and thumb.

“It’s a Virgin Mary medallion,” he answered, watching as the light from his window glinted off its polished surface.

“I didn’t peg you as the religious type,” Win mused, glancing up at him and Billy let out a dry laugh.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve been to church plenty, but it never made a difference.  I stopped believing in anything a long time ago,” he muttered before deflating with a sigh.  “This was my mother’s, it’s the only thing I have left of her,” he explained, a frown marring his features, and Win wondered if she’d passed away.  This was the first time Billy had ever brought her up.

“It’s supposed to protect you,” he said, his voice growing thick.  “I don’t think it works,” he whispered gruffly, blinking rapidly for a moment before continuing.

“But she gave it to me before she left and for some stupid reason I can’t seem to make myself get rid of it,” he huffed bitterly, closing his hand around it in a fist.

“She left?” Win whispered, catching his gaze and finding his eyes rimmed red.

Billy didn’t look away, studying her face for a moment before answering.  “She couldn’t take my father’s temper anymore, or his jealousy.  So she left.”  He shook his head.  “I kept waiting for her to come back for me.  But she didn’t.  That’s when I knew things wouldn’t get any better.  And I was right.”

“Billy–” Win breathed, but he closed his eyes, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers.

“Fuck our dads for dragging us here,” Billy muttered, frustration returning to his voice.

Noticing his cigarette was nearly burned down to the filter, Billy let out an annoyed grunt and brought it to his lips for one last calming drag.  Win watched silently, pulling his hand toward her mouth and taking a draw, the cigarette still perched between his thick fingers.  Releasing his wrist, she blew the stream of smoke toward the ceiling as he stubbed it out in the glass ashtray on his nightstand.

“There is one silver lining to this fucked up situation though,” Win murmured, grey eyes flicking to blue.

“Yeah?  Enlighten me,” Billy prompted, rolling to his side and propping his head on his hand.

“It brought me to you,” she replied quietly, her heart constricting with affection.

Billy studied her for a moment, his gaze softening.  “It did,” he agreed.  “I’m glad it did,” he whispered, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“...I’ve never done this before,” he admitted quietly, clearing his throat in embarrassment, his eyes flicking away.

“What do you mean?  We’ve definitely fucked before,” Win laughed, but Billy shook his head, his nose wrinkling.

“Of course we’ve done that,” he scoffed.  “No, I meant… this,” he said again, though his inflection changed, as if he were trying to say something profound and not quite able to find the words.  “Dated anyone. Told anyone this shit,” he clarified.  “I’ve never… stuck around.  I’ve never wanted to stay.”

Win fell quiet, watching him carefully, daring to brush an errant sweaty curl from his forehead.  “Why not?” she asked quietly and Billy snorted.

“Every girl I’ve been with was boring.  They were all the same,” he said, no malice to his voice, he was just stating facts.  “I couldn’t stand them.”

Win rested her cheek against his shoulder.  “What’s different about me?” she whispered.

Billy let out a breath.  “You didn’t fawn over me.  You stood up for yourself, gave me a challenge,” he answered, his lips tugging into a hesitant smile.  “You don’t put up with my shit.  You make me feel like I’m…more.”

“You are more,” Win whispered.  “You’re not as bad as you think you are, Billy Hargrove,” she murmured, her gaze traveling his face almost defiantly.  Inside, you’re just a scared damaged little boy, hoping no one will see through his armor. 

And I think I fucking love you.  

The words nearly slipped out before Win caught them and Billy opened his mouth to respond, freezing when he heard the front door shut heavily.  “Shit–!” he hissed, scrambling up to grab their clothes and hide the polaroids.  “C’mon, we gotta get dressed,” he urged, hastily pulling his jeans up, hopping slightly as he zipped and buttoned them before reaching for a fresh shirt, one with less buttons. Win didn’t wanna find out what would happen if Neil caught them like that–naked in bed together– and jumped up just as quickly, forgetting about the confession she almost just made.  Pulling her shirt back over her head and her jeans back up, she jumped onto the bed and grabbed a nearby Auto Trader, while Billy lounged next to her, opening the book on his nightstand just in time for his father to swing the door open and step into his room.

“Billy–!” he barked, his words cutting off when he noticed Win there.

“What?” Billy demanded, looking up from his paperback in annoyance.

“Why didn’t you answer me when I called for you?” Neil exclaimed, frowning suspiciously at the two of them.

“I didn’t hear you,” Billy scoffed.

“You didn’t hear me?” Neil repeated, planting his hands on his hips.

“The music,” Billy said, nodding toward his stereo.

Neil glanced at the speakers and frowned.  “What’ve you been doing in here?  You know your sister’s in the next room–”

“Jesus, nothing happened!  We’ve just been hanging out,” Billy huffed, cutting him off.

Neil’s eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the dirty handprints on Win’s shirt before staring down Billy, a silent battle of wills happening and Win winced, having forgotten all about that.

However, Neil merely let out a derisive snort, pointing at Billy and then at his door.  “When she’s here, you’re to keep your door open.  Understood?”

“Yeah, jeeze,” Billy exclaimed before his dad turned to leave the room, leaving the door full open behind him.

As soon as he left, Win let out the breath she’d been unconsciously holding, slumping back against Billy’s shoulder.  “I totally forgot about my shirt,” she whispered, unable to fight back an amused smirk.

“Eh, fuck him, let him think whatever he wants,” Billy huffed before barking a chuckle, wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Win turned her face to look up at him, the words she’d nearly admitted earlier springing back to the forefront of her mind.  It was probably for the best if she didn’t say them.  At least not yet.

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