#who loves white and came to rescue him over and over and just wanted to protect him in the only way he knew how.

[thesilmarillionblog]

PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT

Chapter 1: Don’t try to fight the storm, you’ll tumble overboard

Summary: You've been working with Butcher and his team since your sister died in a plane crash caused by Homelander, and months later, you met Soldier Boy. Drowning between hatred and your desire to have your vengeance, you have to face your feelings for Soldier Boy eventually.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Female! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt, Language, Asshole Soldier Boy, Mention of Death

Word Count:2106

A/N: English is not my first language.

Its been a year since the greatest supe ever known of America woken from his forty years of sleep, and it did not even take a large amount of time for your thoughts to revolve around him only. Oppressed with grief, your life has been consuming you inside since your sister died in a plane crash caused by Homelander. It changed many things. It made Butcher and his team find you; it turned you into something you couldn't name anymore. Each passing day was the same. You were all alone with despair when darkness took over the daylight; you knew you did not even mourn properly for your sister. What's worse was that you had fought just before the flight. Funny, that was the only time you two had a fight in twenty-three years, and it was over for nothing. Time heals, they say. They are all wrong. It won't heal a shit till it kills and throws you away with one last heavy strike.

The day you rescued Soldier Boy was definitely a hard day to forget. He looked like an unleashed, savage animal freed from a cage. Actually, he was literally something like that. Ben was so hard to control. Besides, the worst thing about himself was not his character; it was his erratic, nuclear-muscled chest, ready to blow up anytime. It was a hidden menace under his thick skin.

At first, you weren't sure if Homelander or Ben were worse. Probably both were pure supe evils in their own unique way. After all, intentionally or unintentionally, they both hurt many people.

All things aside, at least you were certain about one thing you truly craved for. The only thing. Homelander must die.

Walking on tiptoe, your heart was beating fast, and it was not the first time. Your palm was sweaty around the pistol, and your knuckles probably turned white. No need to be humble; you were a good shooter, a very good one, but you weren't sure if you could aim right into the eyes of the supe you were looking for when the right time came. Ben gave you the big eye and almost chuckled. You knew his senses as a supe were highly developed, and that made things embarrassing for you. In addition, the house being so silent and dark was another problem.

You did not know when all these things started when he made you feel such things. Maybe it was just a silly and temporary crush that would disappear sooner or later. However, as time passed, the way you reacted around him just grew irrevocably stronger. It was getting out of hand or already did. You hated that feeling but loved it; you also despised it and became obsessed with it. He was hard to ignore in every way, especially when he was that heartbreakingly handsome.

“Hey,” he said mockingly. “Why so excited suddenly?”

You were both grateful and angry with Butcher for leaving you alone with Ben in such a place like this. You were chosen to work with Ben most of the time since he broke Hughie's arm, got into a fight with Annie and Frenchie, and threw Butcher to the tree. Lucky for him, he was on Compound V, so, no one wanted to spend a single second with him. Especially Hughie was scared as fuck of him.

The only one who did not have a fight with Ben was Kimiko, as she never said a word at all that could make him mad in any way. Though you knew Kimiko was even more savage talking to Ben with sign language, you never dared or needed to translate her words directly.

Checking around nervously, you took a deep breath. “I am not excited.”

“Don't worry, it's not a big deal,” he continued, ignoring what you've just said. “I am used to such things.”

“What things?”

“You know,” he sighed. “Knowing that the strongest supe in the world is with you right now in this house and all alone got you wet. I’m sure your clit is flickering with such excitement that you might cum any moment.”

Judging by the look on his face as he went on acting his fingers obcenely and not stopping talking in an inappropriate way, he was amused. You just wanted to shut his voice completely down. He was not familiar with embarrassment at all. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, waiting for him to finish his pornographic ted talk.

Taking back some steps from him “Have you totally lost your mind? Every single thing you say is so gross and nasty,” you finally said. “You're so delusional; you should have been an author.”

It wasn't the first time he teased you. His choice of words was getting more obscene each time, even though you never took them seriously. The things he said caused pathetic butterflies to punch your stomach hard. But you knew Ben was being like this to everyone. It was in his nature, after all.

“Say delusional one more time and see what happens.” His sharpened eyes were fixed on you.

Fuck Butcher.

“Ben,” you whispered nervously. You got closer to him and touched his chest hesitantly.It would be a terrible idea to get on Ben's sensitive nerves. It would be easier if Butcher was there. “Are you on coke?”

“Course I am.”

Pushing your hands away from his chest with a rough move, Ben looked around cautiously, searching for any sign of the supe.

You followed in his footsteps. “Do you hear anything?”

“No.”

Stopping for a moment, you sighed. You did not want to push his buttons any further. “Is it true that this Supe can play with memories? Does she change them? Like mind control?”

“Worse.”

You felt his posture suddenly get serious.

“How?”

“The slut has a strange talent that can make you see stupid things, things you desire the most. They’re all fake and all made up stuff. Total bullshit.”

“What happens if you see them, though?”

“It’s impossible to wake up if you are a little pussy. You'd trap yourself like a rat driven by pathetic fake scenarios just because your little brain is a weak shithole and you’re just too scared to face reality. That’s it."

The way he sounded made you even more curious.

“You sound like you experienced it,” you said, raising your eyebrows.

Judging by the way he sounded, you were sure he experienced every single thing he mentioned. But what could be Soldier Boy's nightmare or dream? You were dying to know what he desired the most. What on earth would be his dream? He always looked so confident and sure of himself. It was like there would be nothing in the world he would ever desire. Of course, it would be Crimson Cuntess. Remembering the way he looked at her with disappointment made your stomach crumble in pain and despair.

“Absolutely nothing,” he insisted. “Only pussies desire things they can't get, right? I am smart, and I can have everything I want, sweetheart.”

“I thought it would be Crimson Countess,” you murmered, hoping he would not get mad. You needed him to deny it so bad.

Looking at him with pleading eyes and waiting patiently, he looked genuinely lost in thought for a moment.

“Jealous?”

Looking away, you said, “Why on earth would I be jealous?” You would make him believe you easily if you did not sound that needy and weren't flushed. You could never be completely honest with him. How could you?

Putting his left hand on your chin, he murmured. “You’re so obvious.. Do you really think I’m not aware of the way you look at me?”

With a heavy heart, you looked up at him with beseeching eyes.

“I don't understand what you mean at all.”

“You do,” he insisted indifferently. “I know, you wish you were her, I know you’re so envious of her that you would even let me fuck you as I like it if I made a move, right?” he paused and snickered. Your heartbeat skipped at his harsh words.

You made a move to get away from him, but his grip on your chin tightened hard enough to hurt, so you stopped moving, surrending his cruelty for a moment to catch your breath and let him do whatever he had on his mind.

Despite his roughness, you put your hand on his daring one softly, savoring his touch unintentionally as you try to push him away with helpless and meaningless attempts, hoping to show your affection for him. He didn’t make a move. Getting even closer, his broad chest touched yours ungently. Ben curled his lips into a mischievous smile and lowered his hand to where your heart is. When you felt his forearm touch your nipple, you gasped for breath and struggled determinedly not to melt into his warm touch.

Knowing his hand could easily rip your heart from your chest in a second should have been enough to take him out of your heart and mind right there, but it was always easier to blame destiny and others for what happened and is about to happen. Moreover, his being that dominant, confident, and powerful made your stomach curl in excitement.

“You’re wrong, Ben,” you denied.

You were angry at yourself for being like this and feeling that way. Between all things.. your sister and everything that happened in the last few months- you let your thoughts be driven into something you should stay away from in the very first place. Coming to your senses and accepting the truth about yourself hurt more than Ben’s words. You could never be at his level, but you let your fantasies take over your logic.

As you struggled not to melt into his touch, you tried harder to get away from him, hoping it would convince him. You mumbled, “You’re hurting me.”

His grasp was indeed firm, but it did not hurt at all. You just wanted to save yourself from the intensity of his seductive presence since you did not know if you could resist this irresistible pull for one more minute.

He pulled away his hands from you but remained still.

“How can you fucking normals endure being that weak, huh? You know, I could kill you without even using half my strength, right? It must take great energy and luck to survive,” he said mockingly.

You wanted to say he was nothing without Compound V in his veins, that he wasn’t naturally the strongest but a made-up product. However, it wouldn’t be smart at all to say such a thing. Supes were not known for having reasonable conversations and handling criticism. Maybe Supes were physically the strongest breed, whose emotional and narcissistic fragility was suppressed under their thick skin. And Ben’s short temper wasn’t something you’d want to face.

You both jumped when a noise coming from the second floor filled the house. Ben’s eyes were down. He was probably nervous considering he could potentially be put to sleep by the supe. Unlike Ben, you took a step right up the stairs, tightening your grip on the pistol and holding your breath.

“Be fucking slow,” he warned you, but it was more like he meant to threaten you.

You turned to him and whispered, “Hey, who’s being a pussy right now?”

“Don’t fucking provoke me.”

“Hey,” you said, giving him a playful wink. “I’ll always protect you.” Just before he said something, you’d seen supe’s dark figure behind Ben. Your eyes were fixed on each other. His body tensed with anger as his patience grew thin. He was about to lose his temper, knowing he should kill her without meeting the eye of the fucking bitch. He simply did not know how to do it. Before he turned around, you shot at the darkness randomly, trying to stir panic in the supe. The darkness of the room was in your favor until you met the heinous eyes of the supe just before Ben caught her and slammed her on the floor with a furious growl.

next chapter

A/N: I'm not built for this.

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Home from college, your father is Joel’s neighbor. Joel one night witnesses your drunk father lock you out of the house late at night and comes to the rescue. ]

“Let me take a look at your arm” he turned back to you for the first time seeing you under a light realizing your white tank top became transparent. The sight of your hard nipples peeking through making him quickly look away clearing his throat.

Sexual tension, big age difference

Summer was finally here which meant you were finally on break and able to go back home. You loved being at back at home, most of the time even if it meant seeing your drunk father who wasn’t the easiest man to get along with. It was hard to understand how he got along with your neighbor Joel, you didn’t know him very well but he was your typical southern gentleman. Always offered to help you get your stuff out the car if your dad wasn’t around when he’d see you return, it’d be hard to lie and say you didn’t have a small crush on him.

That night was like any other, except it was pouring rain out, it was thundering loudly and your father was more drunk than usual. Your father had a few men come over that you’d never met before, you could feel their eyes all over you when you walked to the kitchen for some water. The music getting louder you could barely hide from it in your room. All the noise felt like a typical night in your dorm room with parties next door.

“Dad” you hesitantly tapped on his shoulder as he took a sip of his drink.

“I’m sorry, but do you mind lowering the music just a bit? I was hoping to get some sleep, I already have had a lot of trouble sleeping and-“

“Listen here kid…..this is what I do while you’re off in college….i ain’t stopping just cause you’re here” he purposely turned the music louder as he laughed with his friends. Annoyed by his actions you walked to your bedroom and slammed your door shut which quickly silenced his laughter. Throwing yourself in your bed you were startled by your father busting through the door.

“And who do you think you are slamming doors in my house?!”

“Dad-“

“You know…-“ he began to slur.

“It was so much…better….when you weren’t here…” he continued as you noticed the men watching from down the hall.

“This is not what I came here for” you whispered angrily.

“What did you say?” He raised a brow leaning towards you as you quickly walked around him out of your room. You walking away from him only seem to anger him more as he quickly caught up to you and grabbed you by your arm.

“Ow dad! Let go!” You tried to release your arm from his grasp until he began dragging you to the front door.

“Stop it! What are you doing?!”

“You wanna disrespect me in my house….in front of my guests…-“ he opened the door and continued to yell not knowing Joel was out side under his balcony next door, the sound of your father yelling catching his attention.

“Maybe next time…you’ll have more respect!”Unexpectedly your father pushed you out making you fall to the ground. Joel quickly stood up but before you could say a word your father slammed the door in your face.

“Dad!” You screamed in shock, you couldn’t believe what he was doing. Joel quickly made his way to you, the sound of his voice surprising you through the hard rain.

“You alright?” He reached his hand out towards you. Silently you took hold of it, he easily pulled you up to your feet as you winced noticing your elbow was pretty badly scraped.

“That’s alright” Joel looked at your arm.

“I can clean that up for ya, darlin’”

Still in shock staring at your door you didn’t respond. Did your father really just lock you out? In the rain late at night?

“My-my dad-“

“Come on, let’s get you inside” Joel didn’t waste time, taking your hand he led you next door to his house as you looked back at yours.

It was warm out but the rain was coming down hard and so you became completely drenched. Joel quickly unlocked his door letting you in as you hesitantly walked in not wanting to wet his floor.

“It’s alright” he placed his hand on your back gently guiding you to the kitchen. It didn’t seem like anyone was home yet you still felt awkward.

You felt embarrassed but Joel only seemed concerned. Still, what a way for your neighbor to see you getting thrown onto the concrete like if you were trash.

“Look I’m sorry about this, he’s just drunk right now, I’m sure he’ll open the door again-“

“Ain’t a bother, darlin’” he proceeded to turn on the lights and go through his drawer for a band aid and towel for you.

“Let me take a look at your arm” he turned back to you for the first time seeing you under a light realizing your white tank top became transparent. The sight of your hard nipples peeking through making him quickly look away clearing his throat.

“You ok?” You asked him as he refused to look back walking toward his room.

“Let me get you a change of clothes” he called out walking in his room before quickly returning with a pair of sweats and a t shirt of his.

“The bathroom is down to your right” he motioned towards the door as you thanked him taking the clothes.

Once in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror realizing your breasts were fully visible through your shirt.

“Oh my god” you whispered, your cheeks turning a dark shade of red from embarrassment. No wonder he offered you a change of clothes.

A part of you thinking it was sweet he didn’t say a thing and embarrass you, instead simply offering you something to change in. Even sweet how he stopped himself from looking but little did you know how hard it was for him to keep his eyes away.

Joel always had a gentleman charm about him, it was your favorite thing about him.

Once you came out of the bathroom Joel was sitting on the edge of the couch watching something on tv until you caught his eye. Looking down and fixing your shirt you hadn’t noticed the way he was looking at you. Joel didn’t know what was worse for him, your transparent shirt or seeing you in his clothes. A navy blue shirt that you tied to the side and a pair of sweatpants that were giving you some trouble to tie and stay in place.

“These are comfortable” you sighed looking up as he stood up.

“I’m just having trouble keeping them in place”

“Yeah, those always give me trouble. C’mere” he walked towards you grabbing the strap to help you fix it. You hadn’t expected him to get so close, you watched as he focused trying to create a knot so it wouldn’t move. His fingers casually brushing against your skin making your heart race. His hair was damp slick back from the rain, a way you had never seen before but you had to admit you liked the look.

“That should do it” he looked up and just for a few seconds the two of you locked eyes before he quickly looked away.

“Thank you” you smiled as he took a few steps back and sat back on the couch.

“Look don’t worry, I won’t be here for long…I know Sarah-“

“Sarah’s at a sleepover, Tommy’s working a night shift. You’re welcome to stay as long as ya need tonight…beside I saw what he did and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go back till he sobers up” he crossed his arms leaning back.

“I don’t even know what got into him, then those assholes that were there-“

“What assholes?” He furrowed his brows leaning forward.

“He bought some losers over, guess they found the way he was acting towards me hilarious” Joel showed disapproval with what you expressed looking back out his window toward your house.

“I never seen this side of your father but frankly…I don’t like it” he spoke in a serious tone. Joel hadn’t taken his eyes off your house seeing your father through the window laughing with his friends.

“Alcohol and my father is probably the worst combination” you responded as he remained silent.

Lost in his thoughts he was suddenly distracted by you laughing looking over at the tv.

“Oh I haven’t seen this movie in forever” Joel watched as you excitedly sat down on the couch beside him, surprised you were into something he liked.

“Mind if we stay watching this?” You asked looking up at him.

“Course not, darlin’” he comfortably sat back with his legs open watching the movie with you. Joel could see the sadness in your eyes although you tried to use the movie as a distraction. He didn’t push the topic and decided to enjoy the movie with you.

“How’s your arm?” He asked realizing you had cleaned it up in the bathroom.

“It’s fine, nothing big just a scratch” you assured him as you sighed and went back to the movie.

Time went by and before you knew it your eyes grew heavy. Joel and you both closing your eyes around the same time without realizing it before eventually falling asleep.

Hours had gone by and Joel slowly began to wake up realizing the sun was coming up. Still half asleep he went to move before realizing you had fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder, your hand on his arm until you began to slowly move. Your eyes slowly opening you suddenly realized that you were leaning on Joel, slowly looking up you found him staring down at you. Neither of you said a word, neither of you moved yet you noticed him look down at your lips. Joel slowly began to lean forward as you did when the sound of the front door unlocking caused you both to quickly separate.

“Mornin’ big brother” Tommy walked in before realizing his brother wasn’t alone. You stood up still looking half asleep fixing your shirt.

“Good mornin’” Tommy said in a surprised tone.

“Good morning, I…um I better go..” you quickly grabbed your clothes.

“You sure?” Joel asked following your movement.

“Yeah, I’m sure the doors open now or he’s sober. I’ll be fine” you assured him quickly pacing to the door.

“Hey- why don’t ya take my cell number in case ya need anythin’” quickly he grabbed a paper and pen as Tommy watched from the kitchen.

“Ok, yeah, thanks” you took the paper and smiled at him.

“Thanks again. I better go” Joel stood at the door watching you run to your porch, waiting to see your father open the door. His expression changing as he watched to make sure you were safe with your father until the door closed behind you.

“Micks daughter huh?” Tommy teased as Joel closed the door.

“It ain’t like that” he responded without looking at him.

“Really she spent the night, seems like it was like that.”

“She got locked out her house, her father’s a jackass. I just made sure she was ok through the night” Joel rubbed his eyes sitting back on the couch.

“Oh I’m sure you did” Tommy laughed before walking off to the room.

Truth was Joel knew he felt something more but you were young in college, something felt wrong about it.

Plus the last thing he wanted you to think was that he was taking advantage with the situation you had going on with your father.

Joel shook it off knowing nothing could come from that until his phone buzzed catching his attention.

Much quicker than he expected, there was a text from you thanking him again. Now he had your number and it only excited him more..

I will be working on a part 2 if you have any ideas let me know!

[gatorbites-imagines]

um could I request Conner Kent with a male reader who is just like him. Reader is a clone of another hero made by Cadmus, but the reader is a year or two older. When Conner and their first meet is during his initial escape and him coming apart from the team, and them bonding over them being clones. What would their relationship be like.

Conner Kent x Plastic Man Clone Male Reader

Headcanons

Reader is a clone of Plastic Man, cuz I love him.

Heyo my Hatchlings, how has everyone been doing? I finally finished up my assignment and I’m finally back. Did you guys miss me?

As a clone of Plastic Man, you put a good amount of people on edge when you appeared. Seeing as Plastic Man is very much immortal and unbeatable in the long game, they feared if you were good or evil, as there wouldn’t really be any way to defeat you if you turned out to be bad.

Luckily for them, you turned out to be as good of a guy as a clone of Plastic Man could be. You weren’t completely black and white, and sure you stole sometimes, and had a habit out of causing problems for corrupt people in power, but who were they to blame you.

You lived with Patrick Obrian, since he’s the closest thing you have to a family, and he never even had the thought of rejecting you because of your clone status. If anybody knows what its like to be judged and struggling to exist, its him.

Patrick plays an active supportive role in your life, and he teaches you how to use your powers. You end up being very skilled at the shapeshifting part of your shared powers. Sure, you still stretched, grew or shrank in size, anything Plastic Man could do, but you enjoyed shapeshifting the most. You even got a hang on switching colors, something Patrick struggled with.

When Young Justice was cooked up, you were one of the first they placed on the team. Mainly because of how powerful you were, and since part of them wanted to keep an eye on you, just in case.

You never took anything too seriously, it just came with the territory of being a clone of Plastic Man. Live life and all that. You did get into some arguments with different members of the team when it comes to morals, but that’s to be expected of a team.

When the team finds and rescues Conner, you immediately feel a level of kinship with him. Your clone status isn’t known outside of the league, so the knowledge Conner was born with doesn’t let him know you are a clone too.

As everyone tries to figure out what to do with Conner, you just settle down beside him, your stretched limbs dragging closer to you until they’re the normal length, where you offer him a snack or something to drink.

“Youd think they’d be better at dealing with clones, huh?” you joke, chewing on your own snack as he just looks at you, still confused and on edge about everything.

At his questioning glance, you lift your goggles and wink at him, pointing a thumb at yourself as you almost proudly declare yourself a clone of the best member of the justice league, if you were to be asked anyways.

As the league tries to figure it all out, you sit with Conner and just talk his ear off, never letting him wallow to far and making it harder for him to overhear the negative things said about him. Only Patrick knew, but the League fearing that you’d turn evil still weighed on you, and you didn’t want Conner to deal with the same thing.

Its only after you’ve made him smile and laugh that you accept that you’ve done your duty. When its time to leave you give him a way to contact you, and give him another cheesy wink before pulling your goggles back on, telling him that you clones should stick together.

Over time you become one of the people Conner is closest too, especially when he isn’t as welcomes by the people around him as he had hoped. This angers you and by extension Patrick, but your father figure just rolls his eyes and says he isn’t surprised.

In the beginning Conner spends a lot of time with you and Patrick, but mainly you, since you are closer in age. To be someone to look up too, you even stop with your petty crime for a while, just so your bad reputation won’t rub off on Conner.

Seeing him mingle better with the team, you take a happy step back and let him build the relationships he craves. Because of your different opinions and looser morals, you never became much more than acquaintances with the team, but seeing your fellow clone happy is enough for you.

But even as Conner gets closer to the team, he still holds onto you, since you were the first person to show him casual kindness without any suspicion or wanting something in return. You also have a lot more life skill than he does, so going to you for advice is normal for him.

When the time comes, you were most likely the one to leave the young justice team first out of everyone. You just don’t fit into their dynamic, and you run best on your own or with your father figure. Its hard to be an immortal who would never get to experience true normal life on a team of people who could.

You don’t leave the league, but you become more of a contractor, someone they call in when they need the help. You keep beating up bad guys, but you also fall back on the familiar feeling of crime. You only steal from those that deserve it though, and use your shapeshifting to easily get away with it.

It becomes a bit of a running gag, as the league always sends the young justice team after you since you aren’t an actual lethal threat. It kinda becomes training for them, and since Meghan can’t ever find you through mind powers, they have to work hard to find you.

When Conner leaves the team you to go out for drinks. Who cares about your ages. Seeing your father figure, you could be thousands of years old and never age physically, so it didn’t matter to you.

If your relationship was romantic, this would most likely be where it developed further, since Conner would be less tied to the team, and he could spend more time with you.

If your relationship isn’t romantic, it would still develop from here, just become more brotherly. You always joke you’re the batman to his superman, always shapeshifting into batman when you do, much to Conners fake annoyance.

Honestly even if it became romantic, youd still transform into batman and make kissy faces at him, since superbat is probably a running gag in the league.

You guys go on dates, even if its platonic, just to spend time together, maybe travel the world a bit, or even travel space, since you could easily survive away from earth. Theres probably also some very deep conversations about existence and your worth, since being a clone and always being treated like one weigh heavy on anyone.

When it truly hits Conner how much you struggle with your own role as a clone, he’s a bit surprised. Hed never imagined you were just completely fine, but you had always seemed to let the comments and suspicion roll off your back.

All in all, you two have each other’s back, always. The bond you have is deep in the way only two people created the same place for the same purpose can have. So, no matter if its romantic or platonic, you two become a familiar sight on and off the battlefield.

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Yandere vampire Luffy getting jealous and breaking the nose of one of his vampy friends trying to bite on his precious Reader?

Belong To Me~..

College student reader!! X yandere vampire! Luffy!

Halloween special~

Fluttering your eyes open, you opened your eyes and sat up in your bed to face the world. Looking around, you noticed it was a bit dark..the curtains were closed after all.

“It’s so dark in here..isn’t supposed to be a bit sunny today..?”

You asked to yourself, sitting up out of your bed, you got up and turned to your curtains. Opening then to the reveal the glorious sunlight shining through. Of course the weather wasn’t as hot though. A smile made its way onto your lips as you were just about to comment on the weather, especially for Halloween season you heard a hiss.

A hiss of pain, like someone was behind you and felt pain from the..sunlight..?

Immediately, you turned around to look at what was behind you but there you saw nothing. In the shadows you saw nothing lurking around..

Or so you thought..

Little did you know that there was a certain vampire with obsidian black hair and big wide eyes filled with curiosity and adventure. A vampire that was completely..compelled by you.

Luffy blew on his wing as quietly as he could, but also trying to heal it from the sunlight you just had to shine at this time of day!

He huffed, his eyes following your every move while you walked around the room. Who knows how long he’s been staying in your apartment..one day he found you and couldn’t let go..he would never forget that one fateful rainy day.

The wind was crisp as autumn was coming to a close. The moon was shining bright as a light in a dark room. Luffy unfortunately, was having a bit too much fun in his bat form that night and was being a little reckless..he was laying on the wet floor, tired, hurt and hungry. But then you came. You came and rescued him from who knows what could’ve happen to him. You fed him, cared for him and loved him. All in his bat form but that still counts for something right?!

His heart fluttered as he grinned, showing his white shiny fangs along with his other pearly white teeth. Just look at you..those eyes..that hair..that smile.

He just had to protect you no matter what..soon, you’d be his..

And nothing could change that.

He was absolutely sure of it, oh so delusional..his grin didn’t even falter at all as he jumped from the bookshelf and turned into his bat form, flying after you when he saw you leave out the front door while you were talking on the phone, trying to keep quiet.

The sound of your phone ringing got your attention as you picked it up from your bag and answered it, the beeping finally stopping. Now your eyes were locked on where you were going but still you kept your mind open to whoever was calling you so suddenly just when classes were about to start.

“Hey,Y/N!!”

Your eyes lit up as soon as you heard that voice, it was your best friend who was also attending the school you were currently going to! But what did they want?

“Hey,(F/N) what’s up? You know we’ll see each other in class right?”

“Yeah i know! But I just wanted to make sure about one thing, you’re going to the Halloween party one of the students is throwing tonight right? It’s gonna be huge!!”

You thought about for a second..would a part be good for you?..you liked Halloween..and you could get a a taste of the college experience better..sure why not!

You have been feeling a bit..watched lately..

A smile made its way onto your lips as you opened up the door to your first class of the day.

“You bet your ass I am!”

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When you walked into the party you were immediately hit by the flashing lights and colors. So many people were dancing and even singing that it was hard to keep track of who was who.

Looking around for your friend who invited you in the first place, you went over to the punch bowl.

Leaning against the railing, you took out your phone and texted your friend to let them know you were here but all of a sudden you felt a light, gentle tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw a boy with black hair. He had a big grin on his face with excitement in his wide eyes. Something about him was truly..compelling..you could already tell. He had a scar under his right eye and..fangs?..

No! That had to be a costume! Get it it together Y/N!..

Looking up at him, his smile only grew somehow. He just met you but seemed so so excited..was he new?..

“Hi!! My names Luffy! Yours?!”

He did while holding his hand out, sheepishly smiling you gently took it and shook it in a friendly manner.

“Hey Luffy I’m Y/N..how do you know the host of this party?..or are you new to campus..I don’t recall seeing you around..”

He blinked a few times and then laughed a bit nervously.

“Oh well..yeah..I’m new! I know the host by..an old pal!”

Tilting your head you nodded. The whole conversation so far, you saw that he hadn’t removed his gaze off of you..once.

His cheery attitude never left or faltered once while the two of you were talking and for some reason you felt he was a bit off. Whenever you told him something about yourself like your favorite food, color or music style, he didn’t seem surprised like..at all.

It was like he already knew the answers.

Like he already knew you.

Like the back of his hand..

A few minutes had passed and he was still rambling about some nonsense. Boy, he really did know how to talk your ear off didn’t he..? He seemed so excited to talk to you. Not to mention he kept inching a bit closer, so close that if he wanted to, he could pull you in a hug without even trying.

Then out of no where, two hands slowly slid down to your hips. Eyes widening in shock and surprise you instinctively turned around to face whoever was in a touchy mood tonight.

You would notice that Luffy also stopped immediately when someone Dared to lay a finger on your precious body.

He was clenching his plastic cup with juice in it, making the juice slowly drip down his fist to his arm.

He hated when others stole your attention from him. He did not like it. Not one bit.

The person who grabbed you from behind seemed to have the same vibe as Luffy….kinda..And those fangs..those fangs they had looked so real..

But they couldn’t be! Vampires weren’t real! Right?

“Hey Luffy, who’s this cutie?..”

The guy asked, unusually staring at the side of your neck..

Luffy groaned. Why couldn’t he just have you to himself?..he gave a little pout as he watched you and his friend talk for a bit.

In all honesty, he didn’t really care if that guy was his friend..

Yeah, they did know each other for a few..years, and they looked out fir each other whenever the humans tried to kill them but..

Whoever should even dare to touch will get their asses kicked.

Luffy’s thoughts were really running wild through his mind. What if he tried to take you away from him..? What would he do with you? Who would he do with you?!?

Man..he really didn’t know why you made him so..so..

Quiet.

His mind then went quiet when he saw the sight before him.

His friend was trying to bite you.

He had his jaw open and forcefully tilting your head to the side so he could have more access. You look confused out of your mind, why was he trying to bite you..? What was this?

With the lights, the music and the people all around you three, adrenaline shot through Luffy’s veins. He snapped. He just couldn’t handle this anymore.

You were his.

You saved him.

He was supposed to protect you!

Without a thought he lunged forward, a shadow covering his eye as a serious look that rarely showed on his face.

His fist instantly connecting with his friend who tried to bite your neck with his dirty slimy teeth. The guy clenched his nose as blood trickled from his hand and letting out a loud groan of pain.

You were absolutely shocked, looking down at him with a mix of shock and horror.

By now, the party had stopped and everyone was looking at the scene that just played out.

Luffy took a few deep breaths, his fists clenched. Looking at you he smiled, not even caring about the whole scene he had caused.

Without any hesitation at all he swooped you up into his arms and flew out the window, holding you tight as you screamed for help. There were people who ran to try to help and others just stared. Ether way he finally had you now he was never letting you go.

Ever.

Back in his cave he had you in between his legs, snuggling his head in your neck. Unfortunately, you were making too much noise while he was carrying you so he had to knock you out. It was okay though! You would forgive him eventually..

He had to admit he was overjoyed to finally have you here his cave, holding you close and caring for you.

He had all your favorite things here!..that he may or may not have stolen from your home..Your clothes, pictures..you would love it!

A grin was plastered on his face as he took in your scent and let out a happy sigh.

“Finally..”

He said softly in your neck, his grip slowly tightening around you.

“You Belong To Me..”

Hey guys!! I thought I’d do this request first since it was only two days after Halloween! I really liked this one and I hope you guys did too!❤️🌸❤️

@anemptypuddingcup thank you so much for requesting this sweetie! I really hope you liked this!! I thought I’d make it into a modern college AU because it fit better for me lol, sorry if that messed it up 😭 but I really hope you enjoyed this because it was so much fun to write this🫶🏼 remember, you can always request from me because I LOVE your ideas! Thank you again darling!

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[hoonvrs]

ICE ICE BABY — p. sunghoon

PAIRING sunghoon × fmr

DESC. skating date with hoon gone wrong??

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNING swearing

W. COUNT 1.2k

S. NOTES HAPPY BDAY TO THE LOML AND MY BOYFRIEND ILY BF MWAH

pulling some strings to rent out a whole ice rink after closing wasn't easy.

thankfully mrs. park kept most of her connections from sunghoons skating days and came to the rescue when you told her your date plans for his birthday.

safe to say sunghoon was beyond confused when you pulled him around with so much excitement it was rolling off you in waves. he could almost see it through the fabric on his eyes, “is the blindfold really necessary?”

“yes, don't want to spoil the surprise, duh,” you kept pulling him hoping he wouldn’t notice the sudden drop in temperature walking past a set of doors.

as soon as you had him standing directly in front of the entrance to the rink, you walked behind him carefully taking off the blindfold, “ta-da!”

it took him a few blinks to adjust to the harsh lighting above, looking around in confusion when he starts to realise where you’d taken him. suddenly, a pair of white skates is shoved into his hands, “how did you even get these?”

you put a finger up to his lips, shushing him with a little shake of your head, “no time for questions. put them on, let's skate!”

a lightbulb turned on in your boyfriend's head, you could see it in the way his eyes lit up with an ominous smile spreading across his face. he wasn’t oblivious to the copious amount of fan fiction his fans have written about him — maybe he’s read one or two here and there — so he wasn’t entirely new to the ‘figure skater park sunghoon takes his girlfriend on a date where he teaches her how to skate’ trope.

the idea of seeing you wobbling on the ice like a fawn learning how to walk sent butterflies to his stomach, leaving him no option but to be your knight in shining armour as he approaches and takes you by the hand as he glides you both around the room as a love song starts playing in the back.

sunghoon should really stop reading those fanfics.

he couldn’t hide his excitement. rushing to put on his skate, even having to start over lacing it a few times because he kept messing up but as soon as they were both on and secure, he made a beeline for the ice.

getting on the ice was like meeting an old friend. something warm and familiar, comforting in a way only he could feel, and he couldn’t wait to introduce his first love to his last.

except he constantly forgets that throughout your whole relationship, nothing has ever gone the fairy tale way his fans have depicted, feeling the giddiness in his belly drop dead when he turns to see you getting on the ice.

the issue wasn’t you joining him, but how you did. knitting his eyebrow watching you trying to familiarise yourself with the new footing, “why aren’t you shaking?”

”what,” you looked at your boyfriend puzzled. you should’ve prepared yourself honestly, sunghoon has a track record of saying the weirdest things at odd times.

“why are you good at this? aren’t you meant to be falling and holding onto the board for dear life?”

now it was just two idiots staring at each other at a loss, “hoon, babe, i can skate.”

a pout settles on his lips, casting his eyes down before skating off at an ungodly speed, “hey! don't leave me!”

your skating skills were average at best. i mean, you can walk and maybe speed up a little but nowhere near your athlete boyfriend who was doing rounds around the rink like a hamster on crack.

huffing under your breath you decided to just let him tire himself out a little as you tried to find your footing correctly, so you didn’t fall and break your back.

once you got to the centre you heard a pair of blades skim the layer of ice right behind you, “are you done with your little hissy fit, babygirl?”

“don’t call me that,” he scowled. he walked straight into your line of sight, remnants of the pout still there. slowly he grabs both of your hands into his, interlacing your fingers together as he starts to pull you along.

“want to tell me why you’re sulking?” 

“i’m not sulking.” sunghoons ‘cold ice prince’ image must be a big rumour that got out of hand because how could someone so cute be intimidating?

once he slows down his pace you slip out a hand, gently placing it on his cheek, “tell me.”

you can see him trying to avoid eye contact as a rosy hue starts to creep up from his neck to his face that he’d probably try to blame on the cold if you mention it knowing that both of you know he’s practically immune to the cold at this point, “i just, i kind of wanted it to be like those books where i try and teach you how to skate cause you’re shit at it but it’s okay cause i’m here but i can’t even do that.”

surprise isn’t even the word to describe what you’re feeling. how could such a small confession make your heart flutter and your cheeks warm?

“i mean, i’m no professional. guess this means we're skipping the basics and you have to teach me some tricks, live out your coaching dream through me.”

seeing his demeanour instantly change should’ve been a warning in itself.

“first lesson, triple axel! get some speed and momentum then when you’re ready quickly push off the ice and life your knees but make sure to—“

a hand covering his mouth interrupted his rambling as you look at him as if he’s suddenly grown a second head, “how about we start with some spins then get around to the jumps, hm?”

nodding his head enthusiastically he doesn’t waste any time. it takes you a minute to get the hand of spinning on literal ice without feeling like you would fall fat onto the ground, but you soon got the hang of it.

you managed to convince your boyfriend that was enough learning knowing if you tried anything else you would run your battery straight to zero before you could do what you planned for the rest of the day. now you were back hand in hand, gliding around the perimeter together.

sometimes you think that sunghoon does things without thinking, this for instance.

once you guys are both safely skating, all two feet on the ice then next thing you know you find yourself colliding with the ground, the fall softened by your boyfriend's body below you because something possessed him to believe he could pick you up mid skate like he’s seen with skating duos even though the man himself has never done it before, never mind with a amateur skater like yourself.

“oh my god,” you screamed, not being able to hold back from laughing straight into his face. sunghoon looks at you, fondness swirling in his eyes watching you struggle to catch your breath, “are you stupid? why would you do that?”

he ignores your question choosing instead to scan your face, noticing your nose has gotten red at the tip and your lips a little pale, “your lips look cold. want them to meet mine?”

“shut up,” before he could respond you pushed your lips against his, sharing soft kisses to stop whatever other cheesy pickup line he could come up with to escape.

and although the air around you nipped at your skin and could barely feel the tip of your fingers you felt warm inside.

just you, sunghoon and his first love.

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[idyllicwillowtree]

Vickie's Friend

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Robin isn’t the only one chatting up a lady while volunteering at Hawkins High. 

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: swearing, use of y/n, gay stereotypes?, earthquake mention, fluff

Author’s note: I like the idea of Vickie having a friend they could go on double dates with lol let me know if you want another part!

Main Masterlist

Saturday, March 29, 1986

“Okay, then we sort by age,” you hear Marge say. Looking up from the baby clothes you were folding, you see she’s talking to none other than Steve Harrington. He quickly bends down to rescue some fallen clothes, as he follows Marge, “We’ve got infants, girls, boys, men, women…”

You scan the gym with new found excitement. Wherever Steve was, you knew Robin would be close by. They always seemed to be together whenever you saw Robin outside of school. When you spot her, you couldn’t help but let a smile slither onto your face. She was assigned to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, alongside your best friend. You watched as Vickie came out of the kitchen, freezing the moment she saw Robin.

Unfortunately, you were interrupted from watching the rest of their interaction when Marge brought Steve over, “and Steve, this is Y/N. You guys can work together on this new pile,” she said, motioning to the clothes you just started organizing.

You never really cared for Steve. He seemed a bit egotistical for your liking but if Robin allows his company then he couldn’t be that bad. Truth be told, you wanted a chance to talk to him one-on-one to see if he and Robin were dating. Vickie was convinced they must be together since they’re basically joined at the hip, but you weren’t so sure. You’ve seen Steve back when he was in High School all over whatever girl he was dating at the time, always one to show off public displays of affection. But you’ve never seen him do that with Robin so now was your chance to do some investigating.

“Hey Y/N, good to see you,” he said with a sad smile.

“Hi Steve, you too,” you said softly.

You and Steve had a couple of classes together back in the day so you knew of each other but never really had a conversation outside of school before. On any other day if you saw Steve at a grocery store or something you’d probably pretend not to recognize him and turn the other direction. But there’s something about a giant traumatic earthquake that made you happy to see that he was okay. 

As you both work, you notice him glancing over at Robin every once in a while and smiling to himself. 

“Oh wow,” he said suddenly.

Looking over at him, you see he’s holding a piece of clothing with the most atrocious pattern you have ever seen. Patterns were all the rage right now, but this was just too much. Steve unfurrowed it to fully reveal a giant pair of hammer pants with stirrups. Half of it was neon yellow and the other half was black and white checkers. Fortunately, it was missing a huge chunk of fabric in the crotch area so you wouldn’t have to subject it to some poor person who recently lost their house.

“Now why would anyone want to donate this? It had to have been an accident,” you say sarcastically.

“Maybe I’ll take them home. I’ve been meaning to get a pair of parachute pants that’ll actually accentuate my junk,” Steve laughed.

“It’ll make life easier in the restroom, that’s for sure.”

Steve barked out a laugh, his hair moving out of place as he shook his head. Your heart swelled and your palms began to sweat as you chuckled alongside him. Succeeding in getting Steve to laugh left your cheeks feeling warm.

“So you and Robin work at the video store, right? Family Video?” you pry, trying your best to sound casual.

“Yep. You and Vickie rented Fast Times recently, didn’t you?”

You stiffened, “y-yeah, how’d you remember?”

Steve’s movements stuttered, he tried disguising it by scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, uh, just cause Robin and I liked it,” he cleared his throat, “how’d you guys like it?”

“Well, Vickie and I loved it. We happen to be normal,” you say with a laugh, “Dan, on the other hand, did not.”

“Dan?”

“Vickie’s boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend.” Steve stood up a little straighter and turned to look at Robin, watching as Vickie said something that made her laugh. “They got into this weird passive aggressive argument about it and I was there to witness it all,” you shuttered dramatically.

“They broke up over Fast Times?” Steve chuckled.

“No, but I’m sure it didn’t help,” you giggled with him. “I say good riddance though, I don’t know what she saw in him. Thank god she’s single now.” Now her and Robin have a better chance, you thought. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking shit about Vickie’s ex-boyfriend to you.”

Steve flung a kids t-shirt over his shoulder, “no please continue. I love the drama,” he said, sending you a smile that awoke the butterflies in your stomach.

“What about you and Robin? How’s that going?” 

“Me and Robin? Oh, we're not dating. We’re both very single,” he said.

A victory smile made its way onto your face and you pushed down the instinct to pump  your fist in excitement. You were right, Steve and Robin were just friends. Maybe part of you was happy that Steve was single too.

“What?” Steve said, looking at you head on now.

“W-what?”

Steve’s eyes had a sparkle to them as his face broke out into a smug grin, “you smiled. After I told you I was single.”

“Did I?” you turn away from his gaze to continue folding, doing your best to push down the blush that was creeping up your neck. “You also told me Robin was single. Who’s to say I’m not smiling about that?”

Technically, that was true. You were excited that Robin was single, just not for your own sake. You couldn’t help but tease him back a little.

“Hey, there’s no reason to get defensive,” he held his hands up in surrender. “For the record, if you told me you were single I’d probably smile too.”

Your head whipped over to him in surprise. Was Steve Harrington flirting with you? Were you flirting back? 

You smiled shyly, looking back down at the blouses you were folding, “well it’s a good thing I’m single then, isn’t it?”

It was Steve’s turn to look at you in shock before he quickly recovered, looking like the cat that caught the canary. Your eyes connected and it was like all the pieces started coming together. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. Despite the hardships your town is going through right now, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful for the first time in forever. 

-

“Our best friends are gonna start dating now, aren’t they?” Vickie laughed.

Robin giggled at the dopey look on Steve’s face, “oh, most definitely.”

-

A few days earlier…

Friday, March 21, 1986 

“I just feel like if I start trying to date now and I fall in love, or whatever, I’m just setting myself up for disappointment because what if we move away from each other after graduation or something? I don’t know, does that make sense?...Vickie? Vickie, are you listening to me?” you said, turning away from the road to look at your friend in the passenger seat.

Vickie’s mouth was agape as she continued painting her lashes with mascara, “yes, yes, I’m listening.”

“What did I say?” you challenged.

“Something about…I don’t know, wanting a boyfriend?”

You slapped your hand against the steering wheel in frustration, “No! That’s not, ugh, nevermind.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s seven in the morning and I’m just not built to handle these deep conversations when it’s this early! And now we have to go to this stupid pep-rally and I woke up looking like an actual dead person!”

Glancing over at her you noticed how fidgety she was being. She kept going back to retouch her lip gloss and was tugging at her red bangs, trying to get them to cooperate.

“Ohhhh, I see what’s happening,” a shit-eating grin spread along your face. “You’re nervous about seeing Robin,” you sang, teasingly.

“What? I am not!” Vickie’s fair skin immediately turned a violent shade of red.

“Yes you are! You really expect me to believe you’re freaked out over a stupid basketball game? And you know what else I think?”

“Uh, I really don't care what-”

“You’ve gotta ditch the stick and go after Robin!”

The corners of Vickie’s mouth turned down, “the stick?”

“Yeah, I’m talking about Dan. The stick being his penis,” you said plainly.

“Ew, gross, don’t say penis!”

“The fact that the word itself grosses you out, tells me you’d be a lot happier with someone who doesn’t have one. Someone like Robin!”

“We don’t even know if she likes girls, Y/N.”

“Her favorite movie is Children of Paradise, Vick. I don’t know of any straight girls who can sit through a foreign film, let alone call it their favorite.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Vickie said in defiance.

“Okay fine. But we both saw the way she was staring at that Phoebe Cates standee in Family Video. You can’t forget about my ‘Operation Fast Times’ plan.”

Vickie rolled her eyes and scoffed in frustration, “I still can’t believe we did that.”

“It’s the perfect plan! She’ll see you paused at 53 minutes 5 seconds and boom, you’re in!”

_______________________________________________

Part 2

[noowayybroo]

Snowed In - Yeti!M!Leon x GN!Reader (NSFW)

Merry LATE Chrimmy guys!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!! (yeah... that went well) guys the fic is very long so I MARKED THE SMUT IN BLUE JUST SCROLL FOR IT

I was brainrotting with my best friend EVER and I came up with a terrible terrible thing (You're welcome) so hear me out, you're camping out in the snow, looking for, idk, self torture, and suddenly you catch the eye of a certain Yeti...

Long story short, he rescues you... eventually, and warms you up inside! I wanted to make this GN because although I am an F who LOVES F fics, I thought it'd be nice for y'all not Fs out there! I'll try keep it short so there's more chance of me finishing it! EDIT: IT's VERY LONG, JUST LIKE HIM!!!

THIS IS INSPIRED BY THE BRAINROTTINGLY NSFW GAME CLOUD MEADOW WHICH I HAVENT PLAYED BUT I WANT TO PLAY!! iN THE GAME THERE'S A CUTE YETI GUY AND HE LOOKS LIKE LEON A BIT, NO?!???!??!!?

guys I tried to edit this like 2000 times and every fucking time tumblr deleted my edit I am going insane but I pulled through for YOU! (eventually)

Honestly guys i'm not happy with this one it by far isn't my best work so read at your own peril. What I really want is for people to love the idea, not the fic, you know?? xx Pls do something with it if you like it! <3

Characters: GN!Reader, Yeti! Monster!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of penetration, kissing, licking, cuddling etc, cumming iinside toooo, Reader is GN for inclusivity, and I've described the sex as P-in-Hole lol. He fucks you and you imagine where ig. !! Leon is kinda monstrous and not too human, and also in the start he kinda wrecks ur camp and scares the shit outta u so if it'll trigger pls dont read. Leon isn't monstrous he;s just big, furry and a bit primal. Kinda switchy / sub leon so at the start he lets you push him around n then he rails u v hard sooo uhhgjjj and also u have no condom dont be so naughty!!! NOT PROOF READ THERE WILL BE ISSUES OK BUT i CANNAE BE ASKED SORRY

Stay safe n happy this Winter!

"Just picture it! The fresh air! All that snow!" A naive relative tells you, patting you firmly on the shoulder. You stare down blankly at the brochure in your hands, all about a family getaway to a ski resort in some snowy, far off mountains. You didn't doubt them when they told you it'd be a good family exercise, but all you wanted to bond with was your warm bed and all the other things you had to do.

Only a week later, there you were. The sigh you let out dispersed into a cloud of white vapour before your eyes, leaving you to gaze upon your surroundings. Before you sat the exact sight from the brochure you held only a week ago, and it was beautiful. Crisp snow crunched beneath each trudging step, snow-tipped pines line each iced hill and valley as far as your eye could see. No longer mere inky blotches on thick paper - the wind howled past, whistling through each tree, and sending shivers up your over-clothed spine.

You learn the hard way that you won't even have a warm cabin and hearth to laze by during your chilly nights as you follow your family to pick up the camping gear they would be renting. You supposed it'd save money, but at what cost? Pneumonia?

And as you're all setting up camp, you can't help recall being at home wrapped up in your warm covers and revelling in the endless wonders of your Tumblr "for you" page. You also can't help feeling as though you're being... watched, and not by fellow campers in their tents.

"There's nothing out here but adorable rodents and birds!" your guide would exclaim for the fourth time now, in a screech which rivalled that of any of the feathered friends he'd referred to. He means to reassure you, and whilst you'd love to trust what he says with his years of experience in mind, you can't help but doubt him.

Eventually, night falls, and after a good few hours around a make-shift campfire sipping hot drinks of your choice, you and your family finally resign to bed. It's freezing, and despite your warmest sleeping-bag and thickest pyjamas, your teeth chatter and your body shakes. But you're convinced to fall asleep. The sooner you do, the sooner the cold fades away. So, eventually, amidst the wind battering your tent, and night-time ambience, you drift off.

You wake with a start, surprisingly warm, but quickly realise you're alone. Oh no. That's terrifying. After trying (and failing) for a good while to get signal (ever the priority (maybe this is too self-insert)), you crawl out of your tent. The sun hangs high in the sky. You were out for a while. Your sigh of relief must be audible once you find a scrawled note pinned to the makeshift seating surrounding your lit campfire.

"Good morning Sleepyhead!" It reads, and you can tell by the writing exactly who wrote it.

"We didn't want to wake you up so we've gone to get some food! Be back soon! xxx"

Well, at least you knew they couldn't be far away. You're not at all ready for the cold winds that begin to gnaw at your skin again so, groggily, you crawl back into your tent. You stretch, get back into your cocoon, and try once more to get signal.

He'd been watching you for a while now. He watched all the humans at the ski resort as they went about their festive holidays, completely unaware of his presence and he wouldn't have it any other way. Once like you, Leon was just like any other man, or government agent. That was until he encountered a strange virus on one of his missions. Years ago now, the virus caused him to significantly grow in size. He became taller and slightly buffer, and began to grow white fur on most of his body. His hair also became white.

Amused, Leon referred to it as the Y-virus (Y for Yeti) to anyone who'd listen, but, afraid of any negative side effects and any testing, hid away in some distant mountains. If you'd see his face, anyone who knew him might recognise him, and he dared not admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed being free, living off of wild animals and things. That, and, any snacks he could pilfer from unattended camps. He enjoyed his tranquil life, but grew to hate the years of loneliness he'd subjected himself to. As time went on, however, Leon slowly forgot what it was like to interact with other humans. And then, he forgot how to speak well too.

He watched as humans had their holidays, and spent time with friends and family. He was content in the knowledge that you were all happy, and, once the people cleared off, he'd investigate the area to see how far humans were developing, and whether he was still in the papers.

He'd been watching your camp too, and he was certain you'd all left. This was his chance to investigate.

You've been laying on your makeshift bed for a few minutes now when suddenly, you make out the soft sound of trudging through snow towards your tent. The footsteps are slow, but you chalk that up to any exhaustion a human would experience after facing the monster of a hill your tent was precariously placed upon. At first, you think it could be family, until you realise there's only one set of steps. It was probably someone on their way to wherever they were going. Nothing concerning you.

The sound approaches though, each footfall sounding loud, heavy and far apart. You'd think they were just walking slowly, if not for the speed at which the volume of each step increases. Before you know it, a large shadow almost eclipses your tent. A male figure. A tall one at that, and he seems to be about to walk straight through your camp.

Bit unnecessary...

Except he doesn't. The man just stops outside your tent. He looks around a bit. Maybe he needs some help, you think. Groaning quietly, you crawl out of bed, and peep through the unzipped door of your tent-

Tall. Really, really tall. At least 6ft. And you're staring right at his ass. And he doesn't... have clothes on.

Before you stands, quite proudly, something you can only describe as a yeti. He's covered from head to toe in thick, soft white fur. He's broad, muscular, and his waist forms a sharp V as it reaches his hips. Even through his glossy, well kept coat, the definition of each muscle and delicious shoulder blade catches your eye. You're terrified, hoping it's just some sort of elaborate cosplay to scare people. There's definitely space for someone to be hiding inside that... realistic suit. Ducking into your tent, you continue to observe with only one eye peeking from the tent, hoping you won't be noticed.

The man begins to look around, two catlike ears upon his head are perked as he scans his surroundings and eventually, he looks in your direction. He's far too tall to even register you while his eyes are at their level, but oh boy do you register him. You drink in his form, and, as he turns, his face. He's chiselled, certainly a sight for the sorest of eyes. His face is simply the cutest, softest almost feline looking one, and his jaw juts out as he analyses his surroundings thoughtfully.

You know how Leon looks, so I don't need to go into detail about the way his piercing blue eyes reflect the sun, shining through his silver fringe. I don't need to describe to you how his fluffy bangs sway dramatically as he looks around, or how he playfully blows a soft puff of breath upwards to clear some stray hair from his eyes.

Fortunately for you, I also don't need to tell you that he doesn't see you. He seems almost in a trance, stepping around carefully, analysing the tents and each miscellaneous object littered around. It seems as though he's checking up on things- the quality of them, the materials they're made of. He seems curious.

And then you see it, a small burst of flame at his right ankle. He's stepped too close to the fire pit. The yeti lets out a startled grunt, jumping into the air like a petrified cat. His hair bristles and stands on end as he tries to stand one legged in the snow, trying to bury his leg to put it out.

Then he loses his balance, the gargantuan man stumbling forward before suffering an untimely meeting with the guy line of a nearby tent. He yelps, trips, and with a loud thud and a few pings, lands face first in the snow right outside your tent. His collision with the strings holding up your tent sends them pinging out of the soft snow, and suddenly, your tent collapses around you, trapping you in.

Even in weak flails, he'd managed to tear his claws through another tent. You were terrified. What if he saw you?

In his clumsy efforts, the man had thrown quite a large amount of snow into your tent, and you gradually become colder, damper and more panicked as the freezing wet fabric of the tent pins you down. Scared to move, you only shiver as you completely hide inside now, not wanting the abomination outside to find you. You'd seen enough now to be certain that wasn't a costume. He was too... real.

You hear frantic fumbling and crunches of snow as the man outside extinguishes the last of his afflictions. His breaths are heavy, and gradually slow to a calming rate. And, after a while of sitting there still, perhaps shocked, he works up the courage to gaze around at the tents he's toppled. When his eyes at last land on your entirely ruined one, his heart sinks straight to his gut. His shoulder slump and he just stares in your direction, guilty being an understatement. Maybe if he just stares at the tent for a little longer, everything will undo itself, he seems to think, ogling your direction as his mouth hangs open.

Instead, it draws his attention to your shivering form beneath the soaked fabric. He swallows thickly, eyes widening and pupils narrowing.

"Fuck..." he groans meekly, muscles tensing in anticipation before stumbling to his feet. He kicks snow as he makes a series of small, unsure steps towards the tent. Then, in a flurry of inevitable motion, he crouches and throws what's left of your tent off of you. And just like that, with a yelp, your prison of a disguise is torn from you, exposing your skin to the cool, dry air. You shiver, duck away and curl further into a ball. Some small part of you prays for this to be just a nightmare, but the rest of you knows it's very real.

As soon as you hit hit his eyes, Leon falters. He leans back in surprise and his brows furrow in pity and regret. He could tear you apart so easily, and he'd just proved it. Sniffing the air a little, eventually he moves in, reaching out to you with large, clawed hands. He's almost pouting at you, eyes narrowed in concentration as he moves in. All you can do is hold your breath. You ball yourself up tighter. You have no idea how you'll survive this - you're past the point of playing dead. All you can do is stare up at him, silently pleading for mercy.

His hands are warm where they touch you. They're large too - large enough to almost encompass each of your upper arms in their soft grip. He just stays there for a while, gently holding your arms as they shiver. His gaze is locked on them as he focuses, gently adjusting the force at which he holds you, rhythmically squeezing you a little, just to get a feel. His tongue darts out in his focus, and after a while, his eyes are back on yours.

You wondered when your family would be back. You wondered if they could even save you. And then it hit you. You wondered if they'd never be back.

Gently, Leon pries your arms away from your face where you'd shielded yourself so desperately. When I say gentle, well, to him it was. He barely had to exert any force to bend you to his will. You were like putty to him. He could easily overpower you, and he didn't dwell on whether it was down to sheer strength or your fear.

Emotionless eyes scan you up and down a few times, ultimately resting on your face once more as a slow hand wipes your clinging hair from your forehead. Then, he reaches out again. Large clawed hands find purchase under each of your arms. They slide in easily as you comply, not wishing to enrage him. He hoists you up with ease, save a small grunt. Next thing you know, he's standing and you're held at arm's distance from him like a cat. He peers up at you, smiling for the first time. He chuffs, hot breath landing on your face; he seems proud of his catch.

Terrified and uncomfortable, you continue to shake in his grip. All you can do is stare at him pleadingly, and even if you had the willpower, you doubted you could escape him. Your clothes are soaked through now, and if you had to thank him for anything, it would be for warming your arms and not killing you... yet. His blues stalk you through his silvery fringe, and after sniffing your air a few times, he sighs and pulls you in.

You're terrified. You can't look. You squeeze your eyes shut. What if he eats you?? You couldn't even begin to picture it, but after a few seconds of being pressed against his warm body, a gentle caress of your thigh coerces you to open your legs a little to allow him space between them. He grunts, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you more supportively now, like a child.

Buried in his chest, you can't see the small awkward smile he gives you, or the look of relief he sends your way as you seem to warm up to him (literally.) Through small rubs and caresses up your back and where he holds you by your thighs, he slowly rubs his warmth into you. Mind so frazzled by fear, all you can really do is let him hold you. You shiver occasionally, afraid of what he may do to you, but otherwise remain still. You don't want to get on his bad side.

After a while of peace, he gently places a finger below your chin, and guides your face up to meet his. He leans in, nuzzles your cheek a little with his nose, and takes a deep breath in. He lingers on you for a while - eyes closing in either bliss or contemplation, before walking once more. He scowls at the firepit as he passes it, beginning to carry you off in the direction he came in.

Where was he taking you? You go a little rigid, now realising you're being abducted. You panic, and it manifests in small squirms, trying to ball yourself up again and push away, levering yourself away from the yeti. You strain against him, and your small noises of fear and exertion perk his ears. He glances down at you tenderly, ceasing his stride to raise a gentle finger to your teary eyes. He swallows thickly and puffs out another deep breath, thinking for a while. He's not at all sure what to do, and doesn't want to risk failing to speak of his own accord, so instead just bounces you softly like a father cradling a child.

You feel warm and cared for, and become distracted wondering if he can actually understand you. However, your surrender was enough compliance for him to continue walking, and he carries on carting you off to goodness knows where. You wouldn't know this, but in truth, Leon was so confused. He hadn't come face to face with a human in years, nevermind one who was so brittle and terrified of him. Somehow, after all these years, he still imagined himself to be the hero, not the monster.

He hadn't intended to face you. He didn't mean to destroy your tent, or to plunge you into the freezing cold... What he'd meant to do was leave you there, before any of that could happen. He'd felt guilty. He wouldn't let his actions affect you and your sweet holiday so negatively. It was decided for him, he was sure he was helping you. He was going to fix things, and warm you up.

The cold and fear had left you weak. You sit in his arms, limp, knowing you couldn't get away even if you'd tried. The gentle rock of his body against yours as he powers through the snow soothes you. His warmth and strong scent clouds your judgement. Before very long, you find yourself snuggling into him somewhat as you watch your camp grow further and further away through tired eyes. He squeezes you gently as he feels you sink into him. One hand rubs up and down your back soothingly. It was ironic, as your captor, how much reassurance Leon was trying to give you.

"C-can you understand me?" You whisper eventually, raising your head to gaze up at the large man's jaw. His ears twitch a little and then he hums. He peers down at you, thoughtfully.

"Hm.. yeah." His voice is gravelly, rough and deep. It's quiet though, like he doesn't use it much.

"You can?!" Your eyes widen and you pull away a little. Leon was becoming quite nervous now. He feared this moment. He didn't want to talk to you at all. He knew he'd fuck up. In response to your question, Leon smiles sheepishly, revealing his sharp teeth. You get straight to the point. "Where are you taking me?"

He frowns and peers down at you. "My... home?"

"Why??" you feel hopeless again. He seemed human enough to appeal to, but then again, you had no idea what he wanted with you.

"...It's warm here" he eventually mumbles as you notice your surroundings suddenly getting a little darker as he carries you into a cave. You'd been so entranced staring up at him, that you hadn't taken in your surroundings for a while. As you do, you notice several random objects lying around. Some looked natural and from the forest like pinecones, sticks and berries. Others seemed very human. Smartphones, newspapers... clothes.

Oh no. You were going to die here.

At least none of the belongings seemed to belong to you or your family... yet. That was still terrifying though. Where was all this stuff from? Some of it was even torn... That's it, you're getting out of here. With a newfound vigour, you begin to claw at his shoulder and back, climbing out of his arms. For a second, it works, until he catches on and wraps his burly hands around your waist, yanking you back down to where he has a good hold on you. He ducks down to look you in the eyes, almost pleading. "Not gonna hurt you." His voice is a soft hum now, claws prodding you as he holds you still.

Somehow, he comes across as quite trustworthy. You couldn't be scared of him just because he's big, not when he's so clumsy and cute. And certainly not when he holds you and watches you as if you were the most precious, sweet individual he'd encountered. It was hard to ignore him, too, with his smooth voice and handsome face, and the careful way he leans over you as he carries you deeper into his cave to shelter you from droplets of condensation.

"Can you please let me go?" you plead.

"I'll take you" he hums, missing the way your eyes widen in shock and confusion. He jostles you up a little to make sure you stay wrapped around his waist and no lower, before eventually laying you down on some soft-makeshift bedding. You're so far into the cave that most of the light from outside is gone. Nobody would find you now, even if they saw the small gas lamp Leon lit beside you. He's about to lay down right beside you when he realises, perhaps, it's not the right thing to do.

Sheepishly, he motions to a spot on his own bed beside you. "Can I?" You have no idea what to say, so, you nod. You were in his home, if you could even call it that, you weren't gonna anger him. You felt as though you needed to make friends with him if you planned on getting out of this alive. And so, as the large man slowly got onto his knees before laying down on his side beside you, it struck you just how "Beauty and the beast" this situation really was. He groaned a little and his joints creaked somewhat as he slowly got down, propping his head up with one hand as he watches you.

Huge was an understatement, and whilst he did have monstrous features and strength, he seemed like the type to at least give you a kind death should he want to eat you-

No, stop. Why are you thinking like that?

You shiver, replacing his amused hum with another thick swallow. His wide eyes scan you.

"Still cold." his lips tug disapprovingly as he watches you lay there, and when you nod, he wraps a blanket around you that he got from goodness knows where. His voice echoed in the small cave, even if he seemed to be whispering now. Leon didn't like causing you fear, but he also didn't like ruining your shelter and warmth, and so, he sought to provide those for you.

You lay there, facing him. Slow and heavy breaths continue to rush over your face, fanning you as he invades your personal space. Yet for some reason, you can't bring yourself to move away. Turning your head momentarily, you eye your camp in the distance. Maybe if you could just get up and run now, you could escape him. Maybe he'd be kind and let you go. You shake again, the cave only rescuing you from the wind, not the biting cold his body provided you shelter from only moments earlier.

Suddenly, his burly arms are back on you. They wrap around you and pull you close, leaving you no space but to open your legs a little for him to get in between. He blankets you in a weighted embrace, head rested in your neck, pressed intimately close. "You're still shivering" He murmurs, silently noticing how your hairs stand on end at his proximity and gravelly tones. You feel his soft fur against your face, between your fingers. You can almost hear his heartbeat.

It's at this point, reluctantly, that you start to allow your attraction to him to manifest. The signs had all been there before as you admired his figure and strength, and basked in his voice. But now, you had no way of escape. You might as well just give in and enjoy the ride. So, you relax against him, wrapping your leg around him again, and letting him give you all of the closeness he can.

Leon knows this is wrong. He, at heart, is still very human, and knows that he should have abandoned you about 20 minutes ago after he destroyed your tent. Heck, he shouldn't have even gone to investigate. But he couldn't fight how good this felt. He couldn't fight the slow boner he was developing as you snuggled up to him so innocently, and he couldn't help wondering what a relationship with a human would be like, after all these years.

He also cant help the small shocked whimper he makes when you move down a little to snuggle up closer to him, and not-so-accidentally press quite firmly against his little issue. His hands seize your waist, threatening to move you, but when you tense in protest, he groans and goes limp, wrapping them around you again. He falls under the impression that if he keeps still, and if he keeps you still, you won't know what's really going on.

It was difficult to keep your morbid curiosity at bay, about fucking a literal Yeti. It was also difficult to not get too attached to the soothing warmth of his shimmery fur and hot skin. His slow breaths and small smile had you in a sleepy trance. You could fall asleep like this and rest. It would be the warmest night you'd get out here, and in all honesty, this was all starting to feel like a nice, cuddly dream.

Too much so.

"What do you want from me?" You lean back to look into his eyes which shoot open. He seems sleepy too. Your presence comforting him more than you could ever know. He stammers a little.

"W.. N- Nothing." he pleads, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. He thinks for a long while, articulating his words. "Just wanna... keep you warm, n safe." he sighs. You're digesting his response when his eyes shoot open in terror as he feels his cock kick against you once. He loosens his grip. This was terrible. He was being selfish. Maybe he should take you home now.

"Are you gonna let me go back?? I have a family out there, please." You whimper, giving him the eyes. He can't say no, he never wanted to hold you hostage. He just wanted to make sure you were ok and-

"Are you warm now?" he huffs, looking down at you to gauge your expression. In all honesty, you were warm, physically and emotionally. He was cute, too cute, and you could tell that he cared. For the first time since you'd met, you almost felt sure that he would actually let you go. And so, you wanted to test him. You pretend to think for a while.

"mmm, no." you smile up at him.

"No??" He seems shocked, running his hands over you to check, nuzzling his nose against your face. "You feel so... warm" he chokes out, eyeing you worriedly. He presses his finger tips to your forehead "you ill?" he grumbles "Where?" His huge hand works its way up and down your body, pressing everywhere he can whilst still being decent, checking for warmth. Then, when he identifies that your leg is a little cool, he wraps his around it.

You stare up at him. The answer is very simple. "Inside." you hum. He short circuits. Leon stares down at you, a faint blush just becoming visible beneath the fur of his cheeks. Inside? What did that mean? How was he meant to warm you up there???

Oh.

Leon stares at you in shock. He swallows thickly, and you decide he's just not sure what you mean, so, you decide to be a little more genuine about it. "Look... I'm... I'm not even sure if this is real. But I've never seen anything like you before and I'm just curious." There's a stunned silence as he eyes you up and down, thinking to himself.

"If you don't want to- it's fine." He wanted to. Oh boy did he want to. He just wasn't sure if it'd be right. He never imagined this day would come. He never thought he'd be able to fuck someone ever again. Leon hums down at you.

"Really shouldn't." those words pop your balloon instantly. You pout at him, but you're willing to take his answer.

"Why not?"

"No condom..." he sighs "Unless you-"

"No."

You both lay there in silence for a while before he crumbles, head falling to reside in the crook of your neck once more. You can tell he's thinking about it- taking you in, soaking into you. He's not felt more content in years. Cuddling up to you, he croons before placing a chaste kiss to your throat.

...Maybe he does want it...

You cover his cheek with small kisses, and sneakily reposition yourself against his throbbing cock. He whines, bucks into you once, and buries his fanged mouth against your skin where he feverishly kisses, trying to hide his sounds. Leon couldn't even admit to himself, let alone you, how pent up he'd been, and now? He wouldn't at all be able to let this opportunity slide.

One of his hands roams your body, sliding down to grip your waist possessively, tugging you hard against him. Then he retreats, realising his mistake. You grab his hand and return it to where it was, earning a playful chuckle and another shy buck of his hips. He runs that hand up your body twice more, watching entranced by the way it glides over your hips and chest, before using it to cup your face. He makes you look up at him.

"You sure?" He's hesitant, a little shaky. You're both very aware that this could end terribly. He could crush you.

"Uhuh.." Just like that, your fate is sealed. He leans in, and pulls you close for a hungry kiss. Expected from a mythical creature, Leon was a walking antithesis: His physical size and strength made him dominant and scary, and yet each of his actions was soft, caring and calculated... and needy. He whines as your lips meet his searing ones. He was so cute, so pliable. You're sure he'd do anything you wanted at this point, and so, testing your luck, you gently grind against him.

He instantly reciprocates, moaning a little as he clutches you tightly. Leon's ears sit flat to his head as he ruts against you, eyes screwed shut, mouth willingly opening enough for you to use some tongue. You've been making out for what, 2 minutes? And the man is already panting, groaning, rock solid against you as he humps desperately. When you slow down on the tongue, he licks eagerly into your mouth too, and moves to pepper kisses and licks all over your cheeks and neck while you catch your breath.

He's so cute, practically begging for you with his mouth but no words come to his aid. Instead, all the gentle giant can do is stare down at you with pleading giant puppy eyes. You want to go further with him. Guiding his hand down towards your sex, you intrust him to ready you. And oh boy does he. He swallows thickly, eyes locking onto you as if you're some mission or target, and he begins to work on you, slowly at first. He groans, cock kicking against you as he licks his lips. Eyes closed tight, kissing you all over, he doesn't even notice you undressing your bottom half until he hears you shimmy the fabric down your legs.

But that's when you feel it too. His hard cock poking out from his coat, slowly drooling copious pearls of precum, smearing his fur. He ruts it against you, the force of his huge hips shoving you so hard that you wrap yourself around him again just to stay put. Suddenly, Leon picks up his pace on you just where it feels best, rubbing with more force and energy than before. Unbeknownst to you, he had a plan. You let out a moan, mouth open wide enough for him to suddenly jam two huge digits in there. It didn't hurt, he wouldn't hurt you, but for a second, you feared for your life.

Even half way in, his fingers had you gagging, choking and drooling. You got them nice and wet for him, and as thanks, they'd be going inside you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue again, he needily whimpers and whines into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're w.. g-great... You're great" he groans, toying with your entrance, eyes shut once more as he grinds into you. He's slow, he understands his fingers are huge, especially by the reaction he didn't mean to elicit from filling your mouth with them, and so, once he breaches you, one finger at a time, makes sure to go slowly. He tries a bit of everything, thrusting, curling them, scissoring you open, all gently until he thinks you can take more.

He fills you so perfectly, so deliciously with just his fingers alone, and he knows what to do even whilst kissing you all over, but you don't dwell on where he got the experience. Leon nibbles a little at your lobe, trapping it gently between his sharp fangs, and moves towards teasing other parts of your throat and shoulder in this way until you begin grinding against his fingers, chasing something more. You snapped out of it a little when you realised just how large his member was. Easily over 7, maybe 8 inches.

And now, he was lining it up with you, holding his breath as he lets it slip, teasing your entrance a few times. It was thick too. The whole thing was just pretty, and due to his strange skin colour, where it would be red and angry it was tinged with a soft purple.

The last thing you see before he stuffs you is his brows furrowed in concentration as he lines himself up. As soon as he slides in, you groan and buck from the stretch of just the first few inches. He shakes, he twitches a little, and he curls up to you, holding you oh-so-dearly. His hips buck shallowly a few times but ultimately he's patient, waiting for the go ahead until he can continue to slowly fill you up. A few shallow thrusts and he works his way deeper, then he gives you a minute or so before repeating.

As bottomed out as he can be, Leon begins a torturously slow pace. He watches closely for you reaction. He's wondering what you like, what you want from him. Eventually, he's groaning with each slow thrust, apparently more edging for him than you. He quickens his pace, leaning over you, propping himself up as he pounds into you a little roughly now. He barely pulls out, each slow roll against of his hips against your sex making you want to cry out.

It's having an affect on him too. Before long, Leon is groaning and growling with each thrust. He's on his knees, body forcing your legs up against your chest as he pile-drives into you. His head hangs by your ear, occasionally nipping and sucking at you, but for the most part, growling like a feral animal. He slows down a little before driving a series of hard, strong thrusts into you with merciless force. Snarling and snapping his jaws, each smack of his hips shifts your body across the bed until he has to grab your ankle to pull you back to him.

He knows you're close, but he wants this moment to last and he's sure you do too. His breath tickles your ear between breathless chuckles, his voice deep and sultry, "H..heh... you ever... ridden a yeti?" As soon as you shake your head no, he purrs. "You want to?"

You nod. He picks you up with ease, temporarily leaving you empty and collapses onto his back. He's quick to fill you to the brim once more as soon as he's comfortable. He groans and throws his head back as you slide down him. And then, lets you work your magic. He groans under you, arms folded behind his head to cushion himself. His eyes follow you, watching you almost predatorily as you bounce on him, and occasionally, his hips snap up to meet yours.

"Fuck, you know, you're so... gnnn... good at this" he whines, trying to force his eyes to stay open so he can watch you.

He bites his lip, bucking up to meet you as his hands reach out for you. They're huge. One feels your body, supporting you, the other holds your ass, guiding you up and down. He smirks, clearly about to make another comment, when you reach down caress his chest, digging your nails into his pecs as best you can. His head falls back and he lets out an almost roar. "Fucckkk" he hums, staring up at you.

You're close again, but you're getting tired. Luckily for you, he understands. Leon sits up, wrapping his huge arms around you. He snuggles into your neck, littering it with growls and kisses as his hips go wild, pistoning into you with a force somehow he hadn't used yet. You were amazed, for such a large man, how hard and fast he could rabbit into your hole. His breaths deep, laboured and lustful as he lost himself in you.

It wasn't long before you were cumming on his cock, gripping his fat length like a vice. He groans, plugging his mouth with your shoulder, but not biting hard. You know exactly what's coming as he adjusts his legs, thrusting hard, almost throwing you up into the air if it weren't for his arms pinning you down to him. His growls and groans shake your core, rutting up in a similar fashion a few times as he pumps you full of his seed. And then he collapses, falling back against his bed. He pants and blushes furiously.

A small grin litters his face, he looks like he's about to pass out as he lays there, eyes narrow and chest heaving. It takes him a while to come down, cock still throbbing and kicking inside you. With how tight you are around him, there's no chance you'll spill a drop before he pulls out.

"Mmmm, fuck" he hums contentedly, hips jostling you upwards a few more times as he carefully reaches up to hold your face. His hand dwarfs your head easily, and he smiles. He's hesitant as he strokes your face. He knows what he did was probably wrong, but it felt so good. It delights him when, as he gently pulls you towards him, you come readily, leaning down to meet his lips.

This kiss isn't hungry or greedy. It's needy and loving. It's an apology, and a thank you, all at once. And when you pull away, his eyes flutter open to gaze lovingly at you.

He sighs, realising his time is up. "Alright, Take you back now, as promised." You're not having it. Playfully, you roll your hips against his and sigh down at him. His cock is half soft inside you now, and still feels great. He stares up at you, confused, ears perked. "What's wrong? Why not?"

"I'm cold outside again..." you pout. He chuckles, leaning up to grab you in a tight hug before laying down once more, this time with you as his captive.

"Well then, allow me to warm you up again."

And that he did.

Eventually you returned to your camp. With Leon carrying you, that is. If he'd given you anything, it was a severe case of jelly-leg.

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guys I just awnna have a little rant at u rn I'm sorry this fic is late and not christmas and Im sorry but I tried to write n edit this like 3 times and each time tumblr deleted my fucking edit im so fucking mad I had internet and I saved it as a draft the works but tumblr was a penis grrrr also, also, the times I edited it like and wrote some I had such good ideas for jokes and puns and things and good writing and now because iM fed up all my good ideas have left me so sorry that this fic is shitty bye thanks for existing ily.

the fic is so long im sorryy i hope you like him

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The Fallen King and the King of the Freaks | Part 3

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Steve wasn't planning on actually becoming friends with Hellfire. Not after the obvious way he made them uncomfortable. So, after Eddie helped him, he said to himself that he was done... then Billy picked on him again, and Eddie came to the rescue again. Honestly, it was like Eddie became his white knight.

And Steve... Steve could take care of himself. However, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to be their friend. He hated the way he jumped at the chance to just go to watch them playing a game like he couldn't even stop himself.

Steve didn’t understand why he offered to go watch them after swimming. No, that was a lie. He knew exactly why he did it.  He wanted to go. He loved listening to stories. He loved hearing people talk about something they were passionate about. So, it sounded nice. But when lunch was over and he tosses his untouched meal, he regretted it. They were just pitying him and he didn’t need to force his shit on anyone else.

So, he decided he’d just ignore them until they forgot about him completely. It was the day after Hellfire, so he’d have an entire week to become a background thought. It shouldn’t be too difficult… most people only knew Steve’s top layer. People left him behind all the time, Hellfire wouldn’t be any different. After all, everyone who had learned who he was, left him. His parents were gone more than they were around. Nancy called him bullshit after he let her in. Tommy and Carol, his best friends from elementary school, had used him to become more “powerful” and “cool”. Hellfire would be the same way; he knew they would.

Except, they didn’t just let him disappear. Grant would wave at him in the hallways with a kind smile. Gareth had the same free hour and suddenly Steve didn’t sit in the library alone. Eddie would constantly find him during lunch and offer a seat which Steve had turned down with a polite smile. Always saying he needed to work on school shit. (Which was never a lie. His head swam, trying to keep up in class after Billy bashed his head in.) However, the first real interaction with Hellfire was with Jeff.

It was Saturday and Steve stood in the supermarket. The kids were coming over later in the day and Steve got a call from Lucas’s mom asking him to not buy her son junk food. And well, Steve knew how to cook. However, his house was completely void of any food. He hadn't felt the need to cook if it was just himself lately… After that night Steve’s stomach rebelled against most foods.

He was staring blankly at the meat section for, what could’ve been, a long time when a hand dropped on his shoulder. Steve flinched away and his body went into fight mode before he noticed Jeff. He dropped his hands and gave the other an extremely fake grin. “Hey man,” he smiled and Jeff looked him over as if he could see right through Steve.

“I thought it was you. Your hair is very distinguishable.” He joked and Steve let out a small chuckle.

“Well I’m called The Hair for a reason,” his voice didn’t hold much joy in it and he winced.

“So, what brings you here?” He asks lamely.

Jeff shrugs, “gotta pick up stuff for my mom. Same for you?”

Steve huffed a laugh, “nah, she’s not in town. But I’ve got a few of the kids coming over and need to make them something that their parents would approve of.” He over-explained but Jeff just nodded.

“Struggling with a plan?” He asked like he wanted to talk with Steve. “Not a big cook?” He asked when Steve didn’t respond.

It makes him smile, “oh I know how to cook. When your al-” he stops himself with clearing his throat. “Nah, just not really feeling meat at the moment.” He gestures and when his gaze hits the bloody meat he shudders.

“There are lots of meatless options out there.” Jeff offers and Steve freezes, he hadn't even considered that. After all, he was told every meal needed a good amount of protein. “My sister doesn’t eat meat. So we’ve learned how to work around it. It’s a little different but still,” he shrugs and Steve’s brow furrowed. “It’s a little hard to get the hang of right away but with practice, you should be able to get it down.”

That makes Steve frown, “I don’t really have the time to experiment.” He swallows and looks back to the meat selection.

Jeff nudged him with his shoulder, “If you want I could help. I’m not that busy today.”

Steve felt something swell in his chest. “Really? I don’t want to be a-”

Jeff scoffed, “please I’d love to help. Showing off to King Steve. It sounds like fun. Plus, then I have an excuse to leave the house.” Steve nods and Jeff gestures him to follow. Jeff puts things in Steve’s basket with an explanation to what he’s planning and Steve just nods. He also helps Jeff get the stuff for his mom before heading to his house.

He only has a few moments alone in which he grabs out his stereo and sets it on some rock station he figured would be more Jeff’s speed. Then he cleans the dust off his counters and waits for the other. It doesn’t take too long and Jeff takes off his shoes politely before he follows Steve into the empty shell of a house. “Okay, are you ready?” Jeff questions and Steve nods. They work together, Jeff giving him instructions. However, they also talked about music, Steve mostly just listened as Jeff explains some songs that he likes. It’s nice. It’s like having a friend and it makes Steve’s hands shake. He didn’t want to let them in. And yet he let Jeff into his house.

They end up making Vegetarian Enchiladas. It’s filled with corn, beans, and zucchini. Topped with cheese, avocado, tomato, and parsley. However, Jeff makes them look normal and Steve hopes the kids won’t notice. “I’ve got two younger siblings. My sister doesn’t do meat and my brother refuses vegetables. I’ve gotten really good at making a vegetarian meal that he will eat. Don’t worry the kids will just think you made them normal enchiladas.” Jeff says and Steve leans against his counter, so fucking thankful.

“So, you cook normally?” Jeff questions as Steve grabs them both out a soda he got for the kids.

He nods, “yeah. My mom’s not one to cook” at least not for me. “So, I’ve learned.” He does look at Jeff and his shoulders slump. “Thanks for the help, man. It was really appreciated. Honestly, it’s a big help. I have to repay you, or something.” He states and Jeff looks confused.

“No need, it’s not a big deal.” He stated but people weren’t nice without wanting something in return. Not many people were kind as they grew up.

Jeff seemed to see Steve’s confusion and sighed. “You know what, how about you bring cookies or something to Hellfire’s next meeting. You’re still stopping by after swimming, right?”

It was a chance to get away from going. Steve could just say, no man something came up. But instead, he grinned, “yeah of course. Any allergies?”

“Grant’s allergic to tree nuts,” Jeff offers, and Steve’s phone rings. “But I’ll get out of your hair, just remember they cook for 12 minutes at 400.” He reminded and headed out. Steve went to the phone as the door to his house shut. Why couldn’t he let go of the Hellfire club?

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(No actual Steddie but just some good old CC content. I want more than just Steve and Eddie to become friends. I want the whole CC to adopt the jock&lt;3<3)

[doodle-pops]

Love Scenario

Ecthelion x reader

Request: Hey! Can I request a dating fic between reader and Ecthelion? How does he woo/court her? What about their engagement? Wedding plans? Especially if this is set in Valinor after the FoG, and he’s just come back to life, and like, omg, now I have this lady I want to check out when I’m fresh out of soul prison. He probably relies on Glorfindel a little bit because he’s been more established since the late Second Age and comes from a “house of princes.” - Anon

A/N: As mentioned, I absolutely enjoyed writing this piece for Thel.

Warnings: fluff, humour, Egalmoth and Glorfindel helping their dear best friend, a bit of a sentimental moment, indirect confession

Words: 2.5k

Synopsis: With his return to Valinor and the desperate call to take action, Ecthelion has made it his purpose, day and night, to construct the perfect future for you happily ever after.

“How long has he been like this?”

“Since he returned.”

“…That’s over five months, Laurë!”

A weary side-eye glance at Egalmoth from Glorfindel and the former folded his lip to refocus his attention to their dear friend who was fretting over the right colours to paint the interior of your future house. Ask him if he had plucked the courage to speak to you upon his return and he’d throw swears at his friends. But he was already envisioning his life with you as though the most important action was completed. Dream on.

“Cream, bone white or ivory cream?” Came the steady voice of Ecthelion. In his hands were strips of the colours he suggested and on his face was a panicked expression as though he was running out of time.

Frowning and ready to calm his dear friend, Glorfindel stretched his palms outwards and gently waved them up and down to soothe the madman or rather, elf. “Thel, don’t you think this is all too much? You haven’t even asked—”

“Yes, I just did. What colour should I choose?” Ecthelion enunciated and widened his eyes further to emphasise his point.

At this point, it was Egalmoth to the rescue as he placed the vat of wine down and exhaled, ready to appear as the saviour to most, since all was impossible, of his stress. “What is the purpose of the colours, Thel?”

“Balusters for the balcony,” Ecthelion responded calmly as though you and he were already living together—in his head, you were—and he was tasked with the décor, both interior and exterior.

The room fell into silence as all three Lords were left at one another, or rather both Glorfindel and Ecthelion were left gawking at Ecthelion’s seriousness. Not a stutter or flatter in the batting of his lashes did Ecthelion show any signs of uncertainty when it came to answering their questions. He was indeed picking out the colour of the balusters for the balcony, so when you wished to hang your baskets of flowers or sit in the evening and gaze at the setting sun, whatever you wore would be highlighted by the colour the balusters were.

Tongue in cheek, Glorfindel closed his mouth and flashed an awkward grimace before cutting the silence with an answer. “Bone white, especially if you’re choosing to paint your house in blue, it would mesh well with each other.”

Grateful for the say, Ecthelion wasted no time in returning to his colour scheming and designing of your future home with a small ‘thank you’. However, Egalmoth was beginning to find confusion in this entire dynamic since they were both against feeding into their dear friend’s delusions. The look of disgust plastered across the silver-haired male’s face as he scrutinised Glorfindel grew intensely as the second ticked by.

“Are you serious? No, no, no, don’t cut me off. I’m being serious here,” he protested at Glorfindel’s attempt to sway his mind. Dropping his voice and octave and inching his head closer to bridge the gap between him and the latter, he whisper-yelled, “Are you serious?! We were asked to help him finish his confession letter so he could serenade Y/N, not indulge in his delusionary fantasies that cannot exist until he confesses! Why are you helping him?!”

Amused at the sudden outburst from his comrade, he released small chuckles at his concern for their ‘puppy love’ friend. “But weren’t you—”

“No, no, no, no, no. Do not categorise me as an accomplice when I am not!” Pinching his brow, Egalmoth flung his back against the cushioned chair a little too hard, defeating the cushioning purpose. A quiet yelp slipped out before a series of exasperated sighs followed and a single eye roll. “I’m here to help lover boy get his lover, not keep him looking like a sick puppy.”

Unable to respond, Glorfindel watched with laughter as Egalmoth rose from his seat and trudged over to Ecthelion to pry the sheet of paper out of the ebony-haired elf’s hands which almost sparked an outburst.

“Alright, I’ve had enough. You summoned us to aid you with wooing Y/N and here we are aiding you with picking house colours. Well no more! Get me your best rendition of your confession Laurë helped you write. Get up!” With a wave of his hand, Egalmoth ushered Ecthelion to his feet to recite his poem. Unfortunately, Thel was able to cast a sheepish expression which spoke volumes and made both Lords groan.

Holding his palms upwards to surrender, he defended himself as best as he could. “In my adversity, I was overcome with excitement for our future each time I sat down to finish the poem, so I have an excuse.”

This time, it was Glorfindel who turned on the heat and cast his dear friend a look of disappointment. With his arms and legs crossed, he bore holes in Ecthelion’s head, creating possible solutions to help his helpless friend without launching his harp at his head. Needless to say, Glorfindel sighed heavily with the pressures of another person’s burden on his shoulders. “Where’s the parchment with the poem? Let’s see how well we can impersonate the great Elemmírë and create a masterpiece for you to profess your undying love for Y/N. Only this time you’re alive and not dead.”

Ending his joke with laughter, accompanied by Egalmoth, he rose from his chair to grip the parchment from Ecthelion’s hands as he produced it from inside his robes. With another disappointed shake of his head, he requested a charcoal and soon, all three were—rather two since Ecthelion kept interrupting to discuss your future—slaving away to create a poem worthy of your name. Nonetheless, after the first hour and a half passed, he managed to get into the flow of creating words from his mind and very soon the poem was halfway completed.

“Okay, so we have the first two stanzas down—thankfully!” sassed Egalmoth as he threw an unbiased glare at the ebony hair Lord who did not hesitate to return one with common courtesy. “I think one more stanza could be added; try fitting in a line that confesses his love?”

Sharply reading through what was already written, Ecthelion had found everything to be perfect, yet still missing something. Prying the parchment from Glorfindel’s fingers, Thel paced up and down the drawing room muttering to himself about the things he could include about you.

Your eyes? Your voice? Your beauty—no, that was already included. Perhaps…

And so, he began to recite the poem in hopes of conjuring the rest.

“In gardens fair, where roses bloom,

A beauty found, defying gloom.

Like you, fair one, a bloom so rare,

With an elegance that fills the air.

“Yet in this garden, one may find,

A soul as lovely, gentle, and kind.

Each delicate curve, each gentle hue,

Reflects the sweetness found in you.

“Oh, delicate rose of whispered sighs,

In your presence, the world complies,

For your grace outshines the floral art,

A masterpiece of tender heart.

“So let me liken you, my dear,

To roses blooming, ever near.

For in your grace, in every part,

You hold the essence of my heart.

“I lo—”

He froze as though the words were stuck in his throat. At the tip of his very tongue, he knew the next syllable to whisper to you whenever he got the chance. Yet, it refused to fall off his tongue as though something held it back. The trembling of his hands gave it away, though his slight stubbornness pushed his fear away and replaced it with confidence.

False confidence. He scoffed and stared at the ivory cream carpet.

What was he to be afraid of? He was the Great lord Ecthelion of the Fountain who slayed four Balrogs and great tales were sung of him. He stared death in its eye, confessing to you would be as easy as walking through the silvery streets of Gondolin once again. Yet something held him back.

The day he left you in the city of Tirion that day he departed, gnawed at his memory. It was easier to picture being with you than working up the courage to share his heart knowing that you might reject him. You had every right to since he floundered the opportunity ages ago. It didn’t matter how many forms of encouragement came his way; anxiety lurked overheard. His only wish was that he had confessed to you before departing to reduce this turmoil.

“Thel?” The soft whisper of Glorfindel’s voice woke him up and returned him to reality. “Is everything alright?”

There was a deafening silence before the crumpling of paper followed by a sigh. “Who am I fooling? I can’t bring myself to do this anymore.”

“Oi, mate! What are—What are you doing? We’ve come so far,” Egalmoth reasoned as he shot from his seat with his hands outwards. “You can’t back out now!”

“Well, I am!” Ecthelion responded curtly, whipping his head around to shoot a tired look at his friends. “All this…All of this I’m doing, and what if Y/N rejects me? I had the opportunity aeons ago and I didn’t—”

“And yet Y/N stayed without loving someone else. Isn’t that enough to let you know that they’re waiting for you to still try? Imagine if you didn’t have this chance, and they found someone else, you would blame yourself, right? Then don’t! Come on, Thel,” Egalmoth encouraged as he took steps closer to his friend, bending down to retrieve the balled-up parchment off the floor. “Don’t let all those months of designing your future home be for nothing! Picture me as Y/N; what would you say if you had the chance?”

The glare he threw at Egalmoth was enough to make anyone else scurry away. The temper and fury behind his eyes; water brimmed his lower lashes as a barbed wire found its way around his neck. The first inhale he took burned his lungs. It was better to be left in the fantasy world.

Parting his lips, his silver-grey eyes burnt with passion as his heart cried a symphony of love. “I would say that I’m sorry, and I love you.” he began with a feathered whisper, “I have loved you morning, noon and night, even in death. My soul yearns for the very essence of yours for I cannot exist without you; I do not think that I can. I wish to be at your side in this life, hereafter and the next; I never wish to be parted from you from this moment onwards. I only wish to cherish you…if you would forgive me and accept me as I am.”

The silence in the air was thick. A pin could fall to the carpet and a sound would ricochet. Both Lords were caught by the throat from the rawness of the confession, a stark contrast to what was originally discussed. Flowery words.

Heaving as though a burden was lifted from his chest, Ecthelion felt tears pooling his low lashes from the anxiety he suffered from his mistakes. He just wanted to be with you. Not go through this turmoil of overcoming his f—

Clap! Clap! Clap! “Oh, that was beautiful!”

The sound of three necks snapping simultaneously reverberated clearly in your eardrums as your sudden voice and clapping startled all three Lords. However, once all three pairs of eyes were locked on your figure standing gracefully as ever in the doorway, you froze mid-clapping and stood at attention, eye darting from left to right. You felt like you were unintentionally being scolded by your old buddies.

Shuffling on your feet, you offered a wolfy grin with an awkward chuckle. “Sorry, the worker informed me that Lord Ecthelion was in the drawing room relaxing with familiar company and I was permitted to enter. If I’m obstructing, I’ll come back another time.”

“Oh no, no, no, no!” exclaimed Glorfindel with a beam brighter than the sun as the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself on a diamond platter. He wasted no time in flying out of his chair and grabbing Egalmoth by his scruff to head towards the exit, leaving Ecthelion standing confused in the centre of the room. “You can stay and chat with Ecthelion, we were just heading to the kitchen for condiments since he enjoys starving us. Farewell Y/N, we’ll catch up another time!”

You stood aside as both Lords brushed past your figure to rush down the hallway in the opposite direction of the kitchen as far as you could remember from your childhood. Pinching your brows with a whimsical expression, you remained standing in the doorway, not wanting to appear any more intruding than you had already proven to be. There was a curt nod from you in the ebony-haired elf’s direction, an awkward action which made no sense, yet proved to ease your nerves.

Tongue in cheek, you eyed the interior of the room before returning your focus to the statue of an elf at the centre. “I liked your words, the declaration of love, I meant. Is it for a play, not that I knew you to be the type of person to engage in those activities, or a song or poem?”

“Yes,” he curtly responded. The most unmanageable response to escape his silvery tongue slipped out. In Ecthelion’s head, he was screaming and attempting to drown himself for his foolish display. In his mind, his day was going from great to good to terrible to I-don’t-know-if-this-should-be-counted. Where and when did you spawn from?

Awkwardly nodding your head at his reply, you raised your brow. “Nice, um, I wanted to personally come here to give this to you,” you murmured and crossed the floor to stand a foot from the centre to hand him an envelope with his name written. “It’s a banquet and my family told me to invite a plus one, so—”

“You thought of me?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

Your face fell at the suddenness of his low confidence. The Ecthelion you knew from yesteryears would not have doubted anyone’s decision to have him as a first choice; this was not your Thel.

“You don’t wish to attend? My apologies, I’ll just take back the invite then.” Your hands made a grab to pry the envelope from his fingers, but he was quicker to move it out of your grasp. Deflating at his actions, you huffed. “Do you want to attend the banquet or not?”

“Yes! But why?”

“W-…Why?! Thel, I haven’t seen you in ages,” you angrily laughed and felt a wave of emotion welling in your throat making it difficult to meet his eyes. “I missed you and I did miss your return because I was busy preparing for the banquet hoping that I could spend the night with you. Chatting, drinking, dancing, or finding a secluded spot away from everyone. I miss you, and I know you miss me too. So come, please.”

You missed him. You missed him. You wanted to spend time with him alone. No better words were spoken from your lips to convince him to stay away. A moment the doors of opportunity opened; this time he was not ignoring it.

Clutching the envelope firmly between his fingers, he smiled. Gingerly nodding his head before breaking into it vigorously, he gave you a look of affection he could not resist. “I’ll be there in my finest wear.”

“Lovely!” you beamed and stared into his eyes. The tears were still brimming your lashes, only in smaller quantities which was less of an issue now that the problem was resolved. “And perhaps you can recite the confession you gave to Egalmoth earlier at the banquet, I’d love to hear it once more, in private.”

Understanding the meaning behind your words, he gave a gentle, yet stiff nod. “Of course,” he breathed with a look of anxiety. “Of course, a confession for you.”

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Considering he was in a lab for a long time and was made there I think that inexperienced prompt number 2 would fit Superboy really well. Maybe even him figuring out how to hold back his powers?

That is true, he doesn't know anything about the outside world until he's rescued so it would make sense.

Pairing: Conner "Superboy" Kent x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time, virginity loss, power use, gentle sex, nervousness, blowjob, fingering, praise, kissing, first time, unprotected sex, caught masturbating

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: I always loved how was presented Conner as an angrier version of Clark but in truth they're both just as soft, they just take different amounts of time to show it.

2. “I’ve never done this before…” - “Well, neither have I.”

Conner was someone who has been cagey with his emotions, only talking about his nightmares when you caught him having them and woke him up. That's what you thought was happening when you passed by the his door and heard his voice, strained and breathy. Since you didn't want to wake him up you opened the door really slowly and quietly, but what's quiet to you is a booming noise to him, of course he heard you.

But he couldn't stop on time, despite his superspeed he was too chocked to take his hand off his dick or put his clothes back on in the amount of time it took for you to take in that sight.

"You're- I should have knocked! Sorry!" You felt yourself blushing, looking at his cock for a few moments longer then you should have, not moving from your position.

His blush traveled down his chest, making him almost as red as the symbol he wore on his outfit. He wasn't letting go of his cock, but he did try to pull the covers over himself only to accidentally throw them to the floor. "To be honest I heard you walking by. I thought I was being quiet and that you wouldn't notice if I kept going. Usually you-" He gulped, lips sealing his the rest of his admittion.

You got the meaning of it, this clearly wasn't the first time he's done this and now he's embarrassed that he got caught. "Can I come in? You don't have to cover up, I like... looking at you." It was only fair that you confessed to some things too. He nodded that it was okay, "It's not shameful. I think about you too, a lot actually."

"I hear you. Not on purpose of course! I tried to ignore it but... you sound so cute, and then you moan my name and I get so hard and..." Conner's cock twitched in his hand, the red tip leaking with pearly white cum, "I wanted to join in on the fun." He admitted with that boyish grin.

He heard you, because of course he did, he wanted to join you, he did in a way and now you have the opportunity to join him.

"Is it okay if I join you now? I mean you... look like you're close." Conner rubbed his hand over the tip, wiping away some of the cum only to have more come out. He mouthed a small please and shuffled to the edge of the bed, his hand still firmly holding his cock at the base. "Just so you know I've never done this before..."

"Well neither have I. There's no rush though right? You can do whatever you want with me." That him giving you a lot of power over his pleasure. A lot.

"I'm glad you trust me so much Conner. But if I hurt you, please tell me." When you got down on your knees and were inches from his cock you noticed how his hand couldn't wrap around it all the way, his fingers came just shy of touching. Okay, so he was thick but he was of average length, about the same size as your toys. At least you knew what you had to work with and what to expect.

He moved his hand to the side, his cum staining the edge of the mattress, "I don't think you can hurt my cock even if you tried. I did hear that it can feel uncomfortable if teeth are used but it shouldn't be that much of a problem for me."

"Understood, boy of steel." You husked against his cock, your breath tickling him, your finger too as you mapped the visible veins until your finger rested on the tip. "You say I can't hurt you but look at how sensitive you are." When you pressed your lips to the bottom of his cock you felt cum dripping onto your finger, making you smirk.

Conner was a tough guy for sure, but he was still a guy, of course he'd be turned on and sensitive when his girlfriend was about to suck him off. You made your way to the tip and started with small kisses, eliciting the smallest of whimpers from him before you closed your lips around him fully. He felt big even in your mouth but at least you could take all of him comfortably with just a few up and down bobs.

You licked along the underside of his cock, the girth pulsing along the expanse of your tongue, the cum tasting salty but it wasn't a bad taste, just something you'll need to get used to.

"Wow, you're... really good at this? You must have practiced with toys a lot." The tone of his voice told you that he knew for a fact that you did, that he heard you.

"Conner, are you jealous of a toy?" Adorable and hilarious.

"No!" Even more adorable and hilarious. "Of course not. Just... don't stop sucking." He put some of his commanding tone into that and oh, oh that did something to you right then. You started working him with your mouth and hand, your hand going up when your mouth did, never leaving his cock unstimulated for a second.

Horny and embarrassed wasn't a state you ever thought you'd see Conner in but this was his first time getting blow job so it was a given he'd be nervous. You kept your attention focused on the tip, your eyes closed so you could focus on the taste, the feeling, the twitching of his dick in your mouth. It was very different then a toy that was for sure, a lot more fun as well. Knowing you were bringing your boyfriend closer and closer to his climax was a heart racing feeling, a lust educing feeling.

You sped up, you could feel him getting close, his cock pulsing, his grip thankfully not breaking the reinforced bed, his breath getting caught in his lungs. He moaned your name as a warning before that salty taste flooded your taste buds and your throat. You pulled back right away, coughing, choking from the unexpected amount there was.

"Shit! Are you okay?!" Conner cupped your cheeks, cum getting all over his fingers, his eyes looking worried.

"Fine. There was more then I expected from you, that's all. It's not a bad thing." You smiled up at him and gave him a kiss which left a while string of cum to break between your lips.

Conner frowned at your answer, still worried, "But you choked. Are you sure you're fine? We can stop here if-"

"Why Conner, I never thought you'd be a selfish lover." With a dramatic flare you put your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt by his suggestion.

"What?" He blinked rapidly, not getting your joke.

Why just tell him when you could just as easily show him. You took off your shirt, and while Conner has seen you without it before he's never seen you just in your underwear so you standing like that in front of him made him literally float from his bed. But you weren't done yet. Next was your bra, which got flung over to his desk, your panties though were taken off by him, and accidentally ripped apart in the process.

"Uh... sorry?" He shrugged, chucking as he looked at the ripped up article of clothing. He looked at it longer then needed, all to avoid looking directly at you. That wouldn't do! He needed to get a grip! "When I heard you, I think you used your fingers a lot too. Can I do that for you too?"

You thought about him doing just that on so many nights. He reaches forward, fingers passing through your folds, gathering the wetness there, his touch experimental. "Good?"

"Good but... try here." You took his fingers and pushed them over your uncovered clit, "It feels really good here." Conner nodded and moved his finger back and forth as gently as he could. A weak noise escaped you as he continued. You're already wet for him and he can both see and hear it. So he pushed your legs apart more with his hand, which you didn't object to at all, and slowly prodded his finger against your opening. "You can push it in."

"I... okay." You could swear that time slowed by how long it took his finger to be inside you entirely. It made sense, while he did know how to handle you otherwise this was new territory for you both.

You gasped, arching your back and letting out a sharp breath when Conner's finger started moving and vibrating at a slow but noticeable way. “Oh my god.. Conner! Con-oooohhh!”

Connor smiled up at you, proud that those times where he happened to overhear you payed off for him. He took his sweet time savoring this, each gasp you made, enjoying how you writhed and bucked your hips against his hand, loving how you squirmed and mewled in ecstasy right in front of him.

Your words came out incoherent as you got closer and closer to your climax, grinding against the heel of Connor's hand. Your body feel forward onto his, Conner's finger never stopping as he encouraged you to come, "I want to see you this time, not just hear you." Your eyelids fluttered as your body went rigid, pussy clamping down around Conner's vibrating finger. He smoothed his hand over your back as he waited for you to stop shaking before he pulled his finger out.

"And you thought I came a lot." He teased as he looked at his hand, fully covered in your horny juices.

"Whose fault is that? You vibrated your finger! What else was I supposed to do?" You smacked him on the chest, fully knowing that he couldn't really feel the impact but it was the principle of the thing. "On your back, Superboy." You pressed against his chest, pretending to shove him backwards.

"Oh? What for?" He played innocent, as if he wasn't as hard as a rock again.

Ignoring his attitude you leaned down and kissed him, feeling him smile against your lips. He floated back and eased you onto your back, hovering over you for a few moments before kneeling in between your legs.

"I love you." He whispered, "Are you ready?"

You felt almost lost as he looked down at you filled with so much lust that only he could take away, a raging heat burning across your face at the attention and care.

At your nod he used the hand he fingered you with to rub his cock and angle it with your entrance. He rubbed it up and down, collecting the slick, gasping as he slid the tip it, "Feels like you're trying to suck me in."

"Sort of. I really need your big, pretty cock inside me Conner. I want you to be my first and last." You admitted, smoothing your hands along his arms, giving them a squeeze, "I want us to be one."

He licked his lips, nerves eased as he leaned forward a little, staring to press himself into you. You’re wet enough that you know he can slide all the way in if he wants, your hands still gripping his arms as his thick cock splits you open. Perfect, just how you wanted it.

"It feels so tight." Conner panted as he looked down to where you were joined, inches of his cock buried inside your heat, "I'm not hurting you am I?"

"I'm okay. You're thicker then the toys I use but trust me, I'm not in pain." He nodded and moved forward a little more. Remembering that it felt really good when he touched there he placed his thumb over your clit and started vibrating it again. The pleasure made you arch your back and allowed for his cock to slide in fully. A loud groan echoed through the room, but you weren't sure who it was from.

His thrusts were really shallow and small, he didn't want to leave the warmth of your pussy now that he's finally experianced it. Lowering his chest to yours, his hard muscles pressed and rubbed against your sensitive nipples sending additional waves of pleasure through you.

Conner closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the sounds and the feeling of being inside you. “So good, keep it up handsome.” The praise tumbled from your lips, and he did feel oh so good. You watched him shiver and tense, his thrusts uneven and out of sync, "Conner, please don't hold back, I'll be okay, I promise you I'll be okay." You moved your hand to his face, brushing his sweaty hair over his forehead.

He shakes his head, "Not this time, I won't risk it. I'm fine, I'll still... fuck... still come... you feel so good baby, so fucking good, so warm and slippery and... I love you so much." You could have come from those words alone but now you were squeezing around his cock, moaning his name, hearing him gasp while you inner muscles made him come along with you.

Grunting your name he kept pressing his hips to yours, his seed filling you up, feeling even warmer now that it was inside of you. His stamina prevented him from falling against you, rather falling next to you while his cock fell out, all that thick warm cum flowing out onto the bed. "Is um... how strong is Kryptonian cum?"

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close, not at all caring for the mess, "Don't worry, there are ways to prevent a pregnancy, even if I came inside you."

Good because kids weren't something either of you could think about right now. Maybe some day in the far future. "I'm glad we did this tonight." You snuggled against his chest, embracing him around his hip. Conner kissed the top of your head, focusing on your heart rate which slowly dwindled back to normal as you started to drift off to sleep.

[scentednuttragedy]

HOME

Leon S. Kennedy X Reader

TW : Blood, Gore & Near death experience

Contains : Hurt/Comfort

You laid there in the snow, as you wondered if life was worth living. Your vision blurry as your eyelids threatened to close any second. You clutched your stomach hoping that it will stop the blood from flowing out but it was just wishful thinking. The white surface was splattered with blood, it was a bloody massacre. Looking around as your eyes scanned the area searching for a radio, hoping that maybe he will answer it or that maybe he's coming to rescue you.

The radio laid near a body of an dead zombie whom you had eliminated during the fight that broke out. You groaned as you tried your best to crawl towards that radio. Your blood staining the pure snow as it dripped from your wound. Your eyes watered from the pain as you crawled. As soon as you reached that radio you grabbed it and rested your back against the abandoned truck. No signal, oh you were so gonna die. At this point, death felt inevitable.

Everything felt hot, it made you feel like taking off your clothes but you knew better than to do that and let hypothermia terminate you. A static came on the radio, lighting a glimmer of hope inside you as you picked it up and brought it closer to your mouth.

"This is-" You immediately started speaking.

"(Name)! Is that you? Where the fuck have you been? I'm searching all over for you" Leon. It was his voice. Oh you felt so much better after listening to his voice that your eyes started tearing up and you felt like a child who wanted to scream for someone to help her.

"Leon.. I lost my way and had to face several undead and bio weapons." You gulp continuing as he listens quietly "I got stabbed during the fight, I am unable to move" You choked while saying that as you didn't want him to worry.

"What do you see around yourself?" Leon asked. You knew he was coming to save you. You could onlu pray that he makes it in time.

"I see an abandoned truck, covered with snow and alot of bloody dead bodies" your speech getting heavy and low as it was getting hard for you to breathe. You could see the fog erupting from your mouth as you spoke into the radio.

"Alright. Keep talking to me. I'm heading towards you" Leon spoke calmly. He tried his best to keep calm and not to do anything irrational. He didn't want to scare you nor he wanted to think that you're at death's door.

"I'll try" your voice very low and fragile.

"(Name)" you could tell he was running from the way he was speaking.

"Yes...Leon" you softly spoke as your eyes started getting heavy and your heartbeat slowing. You wanted to sleep so bad...

"Remember you asked me if I ever thought of marriage?"

"I do, I do remember Leon. Why.. are you asking me that?" His sentence peaked your interest as you furrowed your eyebrows. You were curious about where he was getting at and you wanted to stay awake to hear him speak. You wanted to hear him.

"I've always thought marraige was not for me, I always thought I did not deserve love but then you came. I know it sounds cheesy but bear with me (name) I Love you and if there's anyone I want to marry its you. It want it to be you and no one else" He confessed. You would be lying if you were to say that it did not make your heart skip a beat or two.

"Is that a proposal, Leon?" You chuckled but it ended in a fits of cough as you tried to breathe properly.

"I'm sorry it can't be at somewhere special or romantic.... I think I see you. Stay there I'm coming" You saw him running towards you as you smiled softly. Maybe this wasn't a bad way to die.

"Hey" He squatted down and immediately wrapped a jacket around you to keep you warm.

"Leon.. its so good to see you" Your face pale as all the life from it had gone and now you looked almost as good as dead.

"Good to see you too, (name)" He brushed your face hair aside as he kissed your forehead softly, letting his lips linger for a bit to let you know that he's here.

"You could have just went with your team, Leon"

"And leave you here? Fuck no. You're coming home with me" Leon snuck his arms under your knee and behind your back as he picked you up. You felt so safe and you knew now that you were gonna make it safe and alive.

"Home. I like the sound of that" you leaned your head against his chest as you took in the warmth his body radiated. You could live in his arms forever.

"Our home" He muttered under his breathe. You somehow managed to smile a little at that but it was getting hard to keep up.

"Stay with me (name) don't close your eyes. Keep talking to me" Leon softly said. He was starting to panick a little but with you in his arms, he was willing to stay calm just for you. You were determined to stay alive. You wanted to stay alive just for him.

"Don't you think it's getting a little too hard on you?" You chuckled

"I don't care how hard it gets as long as I still have you" Leon smiled softly as he looked into your eyes. And suddenly loving him didn't feel like a feeling at all, it felt like walking into a home.

Sorry guys I was busy saving a world from apes and then I got teleported to another universe where I had to save people from turning into zombies 😞 (this is satire please 😭)

[m-jelly]

Enchanting moonlight

Pairing: Vamp!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Victorian-inspired AU, fluff, romance, kissing, mentions of blood, biting, feeding, grinding, touching, suggestive material.

Concept: Levi visits you in the night as you stay at his gothic mansion. He is trying his best to resist you, but you are alluring and beautiful to him. He holds back, but you awake and ask him to bite you. The two of your kiss passionately before Levi feeds from you and showers you in love.

The long cold hall with imposing dark wooden carvings echoed the sounds of smart shoes tapping on the vanished oak floors. A flame flickered in the air as it moved to keep up with the candle it was attached to. Empty eyes from grand paintings watched a stoic man move gracefully through the long hall.

The moonlight from the full moon filtered through the large windows and provided light for the path ahead. The mountains beyond stood with a commanding aura with a light dusting of snow upon their peaks. To those looking upon them, they would suggest the mountain was a cold and harsh man who never let anyone close but welcomed the loving embrace of the delicate snow as if it was a beautiful lover.

Levi paused before the carved double doors as hesitation slithered into his heart like a snake. His cold hand grasped the handle firmly as the other held a candelabra. Steel blue eyes flicked from left to right as thoughts buzzed in his head like mosquitos on a hot summer's night.

To gaze upon you would be such sweet bliss and soothing to his wanting heart, though his deep primal desire would demand of him to consume you. He ached for you. Longed for you. Craved you. Needed you. Such sweet sorrow it was to want you, for he believed he was a monster that deserved no love.

He shifted before the door as his black high-waisted trousers gripped his body. He pushed your door open as delicately as possible to not wake you from your slumber. His loose white shirt tucked into his trousers was open low and opened more to reveal his muscles as he moved the door.

Though the door no longer had a hand upon it, it still creaked open to reveal a bedroom basking in the glow of the moon. There was hesitation for a small moment before there were two in the bedroom instead of one. Cautious movements turned relaxed when you were in full view.

Levi gulped harshly when he admired you in the grand gothic bed that cradled you in its soft grasp. Your hair was like a halo around your head. You appeared so peaceful with your eyes closed and lips lightly pressed together. Drifting closer he was able to see the cover was just below your bosom, your chest rising and falling so gently within your elegant white nightdress.

Before Levi knew it he was beside the bed where you rested with his eyes locked onto your beautiful face. Levi had rescued you from marrying a man who had more affairs than you could count. During the offering ceremony to the vampire Lords, he decided to take you. He had been at your side talking to you for weeks. The two of you had met in your teashop where you had introduced him to a new kind of blood tea. He had fallen for you so quickly.

For weeks you both grew closer and exchanged thrilling and exhilarating letters that were on the cusp of adoration and love. It was something unspoken between you both. So, when the day of your wedding came you did not resist his entrapment. You willingly allowed Levi to whisk you away as the offering.

Now living with him, the two of you had continued your unspoken love with lingering touches and gazes. The teasing and tension were electrifying. Bodies would tingle in delight at the burning desires building up, but nothing came of it due to Levi's self-hatred and fear of what he was. You showed no fear, only admiration.

With a gentle thud, Levi placed his candelabra down on the bedside table. He shifted his muscular frame and leaned over you. One hand pressed against your pillow by your head to support him. He sat down and moved closer to you as his eyes stayed locked upon your lips. He had dreamed and imaged what it would be like to taste your sweet lips.

His raven hair shifted and framed his face as he leaned closer to your lips. He paused just inches away so he didn't touch you but could feel the warmth of your body. A deep inhaled caused his lungs to be filled with your sweet scent. His eyes closed as he basked in the delight that was you.

He opened his eyes as his pupils enlarged with desire. He tilted his head and gently followed the curve of your jawline towards your neck. A tingle moved through his fangs as he slowly opened his mouth. He inched closer causing his lips to teasingly touch your warm skin. His knuckles went white as he gripped your pillow as his desire for you throbbed inside him.

A light moan drifted from your lips causing Levi to awake from the magnetic hold you had upon him. He retreated from your neck and placed his head in his hands. Shame wrapped her poisonous arms around him and whispered her demeaning words into Levi's ear and burrowed into him.

Levi removed his hands from his face to gaze at the shadow of the vampire master, who had a controlling grip on him and others. He saw the moonlight struggling to get through his hallucination of her. He despised the smirk she had upon her red lips and her gaze of pleasure at his torment. Her golden hair was a mockery of a halo for she was wicked to the core. Levi, and others, would take great pleasure in her demise. She was the bad voice in his head.

"Levi?"

The master's image faded at the sound of your sleepy voice. Levi turned his head and looked down at your sleepy face lit up by the candlelight he brought. His heart raced in his chest when you rose up and sat in your bed. A delicate blush lightly kissed his pale cheeks as he admired you in your lowcut white nightdress. He averted his eyes when his gaze had travelled too far down your chest.

He winced a little at being caught. "Forgive me. I wanted to see you. I should not have entered your room while you were in deep slumber."

A tantalizing tingle tickled his body when you grasped his wrist to prevent him from leaving. He moved his gaze back to you and felt captured by your sweet and kind eyes. You had him held within your trance as if you were the mystical being and not him. His longing for you returned and his need to have you as his and his alone consumed his very soul.

You lightly caressed his hand as your heart fluttered in your chest. You were always breathless around Levi's beauty and even more so as he sat basking in the full-moon glow upon your bed. Your heart was filled with everlasting love for the man before you. His beauty outwardly matched what was within him. Never have you met such a sweet and caring man before. Levi was like no one you'd ever met before. You wanted to be his.

You gently smiled at him to grant some ease to his troubled mind. "There is nothing to forgive as you were concerned for me. This world is dangerous and I wish to believe you were ensuring my safety, and that concern was rooted in something romantic."

He did not wish to hold back anymore. It was torturous to withhold his heart's voice any longer. He moaned your name as if it was a prayer. "How I have longed to hold you within my arms, to caress your soft body against my chest, to taste the sweetness upon your lips. I care for you so deeply that it consumes my soul. Many slumbers I lie awake thinking of you." He closed his eyes and released a long sigh before speaking your name. He opened his eyes to reveal his wide pupils as he let his adoration for you take over. "My eternal life is yours."

"Levi..."

He lowered his head. "I fear the beast within me, the one that hungers for your crimson nectar." He raised his head and leaned closer. A smile spread across his lips when your breath hitched in anticipation of a kiss. He could sense your attraction to him. "I want to taste you, all of you." He placed his hand on your thigh and slowly pushed your dress up making you shiver with pleasure. "From your lips to" his eyes flicked down to your lap and back up "delectable honey pot. I want to taste your nectar."

Your body quivered before Levi. You desired him to take you, all of you. You wanted him to make love to you as if you were the only people in the world or it was the last night alive. You wanted him to kiss you as if kissing you was the very thing he needed to do to breathe.

You gently placed your hands on his chest as you shifted closer to him. "I would like that. In fact, I would love it."

Levi placed his hands on your hips and lifted you from the bed to settle on his lap. He tugged you closer so your crotch pressed against his own. He looked up at you as your lips were mere inches apart as the other resisted the temptation for a little longer. A smile graced Levi's lips as your hips moved slowly against him.

You released a soft moan when Levi's slender hand dragged along the outside of your thigh and under your dress. He grasped your buttocks and felt how you wore no undergarments to bed. He massaged the underside of your cheek which was very close to your aching hole. Your purred at him in need as you felt so empty below and needed filling.

Levi pushed his other hand into your soft locks. He massaged his fingers into your hair and admired you as if you were a work of art. He moved his eyes to your lips and gave in. He pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. You both sighed together as tension melted from your bodies and relaxation took over.

You parted your lips from Levi's for a moment before opening a little and returning for another kiss but one with more passion. Your bodies rolled together as desire began to tingle up your spines. With open-mouthed kisses, you both tried to express your love for the other. You wanted your hearts to speak through your loving lips.

Levi's tongue lightly flicked your lip causing you to release a small moan. He pushed his tongue further and was met with your hot tongue. Your tongues danced together as chests pressed firmly together. All worries washed away as you both lost yourselves in each other. Your lips never parted as you kissed in the glow of the full moon.

Levi lifted you up and turned his body on the bed. He delicately lay you down on the soft mattress below. He released your lips and showered your face in kisses as you moaned and rolled your hips against his. He placed loving kisses along your jawline to your neck. His fangs tingled when he kissed right over a delicious part of your neck. He could feel your vein pulsing against his lips with your divine blood.

"Curses." He lowered his head. "Forgive me, but my thirst."

You cradled the back of Levi's head with your fingers pushed deep into his soft hair. "I do not fear you. I adore you. My heart beats only for you. I want you to feed from me."

Levi gazed at you and saw your words were true. You held no malice within your eyes, only love. He caressed your cheek and smiled at you as he said your name. "I love you."

Tears gathered in your eyes as you felt pure joy. "I love you, Levi."

"My love, my darling, my divine blessing." His lips pressed against yours. "I will cherish you for eternity." He kissed down your neck. "Thank you for this divine meal."

You clung tightly to Levi's back as your face scrunched up in slight pain as his fangs popped into your flesh. The pain was just for a fleeting moment before the coating on Levi's fangs merged with your body. You relaxed against the bed and felt pleasure burn through every nerve ending. Your blood pumped into his mouth and moved his pleasure toxin through your body. You felt your body quiver with desire as your lover fed from you.

Levi moaned as your sweet blood entered his mouth. He clung to you so tightly as he felt his arousal peek. You were the most delicious thing he had ever had the pleasure of tasting. It might have been your mutual love that made you so delicious, or it could have been something else and you special, either way, you were like delectable forbidden fruit.

A shiver consumed you as Levi's wet tongue dragged up your neck to capture as much of your blood as possible. He pierced his tongue and dragged it over his bite to heal it over. He blew cold air against your skin and watched your hair stand on end. A gentle smile spread across his lips, now red with your blood.

He studied you a moment as you panted and mewled at him. He felt overwhelming love consume him. His lips crashed against yours as he lowered his full weight on your body. He moved his lips down your warm chest before descending to your stomach. He glanced up at you and smiled as you softly moaned.

He bunched up the bottom of your dress with his fists and moved it up your body. "May I taste from your divine honeypot, my sweet darling?"

You placed your arm over your mouth as you felt your cheeks heat up. You wanted Levi, needed him and craved him. So, you simply nodded. "Yes, yes, Levi. I want you." You relaxed against the bed and smiled, for you knew that tonight was going to be utter heaven.

[pink---condoms]

Take my breath away

unlovedbikerboy!Sapnap x loveseeking!Reader

Genre: Love story & a tiny bit of unwanted smut mentioned

Warnings: mentions of Sapnap's real name Nick, mentions of underage drinking, y/n being in a toxic relationship, abusive relationship, mentions of cheating and sex, backstabbing best friend & cursing.

Preview!: Y/n was in a toxic relationship with a boy named Adam.He use to be constantly bringing random girls home in their house to fuck them in the bedroom, that was once filled with love.Y/n would spend every night on the coach trying her best to sleep without crying ,but she always failed to hold in her emotions.And everytime time she'd try to leave him,he'd always gaslight her,manipulate her and blackmail her into thinking she's the problem.One day, one of Adam's friend was throwing a Halloween party and they were both invited to come.Adam had forced her that day to dress in the smallest costume possible.Through out the party she was smothered with the feeling of uncomfortable.Little did she know she was being watched and her knight in shining armor had came to rescue her.

Your Author p.o.v

Moans and skin slapping echoed through out the house, this is the fifth time for the month already.Y/n layed on the living room couch, a pillow sandwiched her head to try an block out the disturbing noises that was heard outside the room.But, nothing could stop her from hearing the smallest moan that escaped the room.

This wasn't the first time Adam had done this.There was plenty other nights where she got so fed up,that she slept in the car with only a pillow.The next day he wouldn't even bother to apologize or to ask if she slept well even though it was pointless.

Y/n tried multiple times to end they relationship but it was no use he always blackmailed her, telling her if she left him he'd kill himself and pin it on her.She even told him to do so that she wouldn't care if she got arrested but all she got was a slap to the right cheek and no food for three days.

His friends wasn't any difference.Every time they came over she would be treated like a maid, running back and forth to get them what they wanted.Y/n hated all of them but she knew if she didn't listen to them,there would be consequences for her actions when they left.

Halloween was approaching and Adam friends decided to throw a costume party, inviting over one hundred people including Y/n and Adam.Y/n didn't want to go,she insisted for Adam to go alone but all he did was throw her costume that he picked out at her.

The costume barely covered her ass, the slightest movement would have her ass out on the open.He could've at least let her picked her own costume.The costume role was an angel, a white fluffy skirt, a lace almost see through cropped top, stocking that reached her mid thighs with large platform heels and lastly a halo head band.

Y/n quickly got ready, not even bothering to do her hair just pasting the brush through her hair to get rid of any knots.She wanted to look good even though the costume wasn't her taste she decided to match her makeup to it.

Adam's costume role was supposedly supposed to be hot but to her it looked goofy asf.His costume was black suit with fake blood tinting it in random places, let's not forget his fake rolex watch.

The drive to the party was 15 minutes long.Y/n could feel his gaze on her, basically eye fucking her.While most girls who would've blush and enjoy his stare, Y/n hated it.She was uncomfortable and disgusted by him and herself.

After awhile, they both arrived at the party which was stacked with people.As they entered, Y/n's nostrils was instantly filled with the smell of weed,alcohol and sex.

Adam's friend greeted them as soon as they entered the house which only Adam returned.One of his friends eyes instantly dropped down her body, checking her out shamelessly in front of his own girlfriend.Your best friend.

Adam talked to his friends like you weren't right there.After awhile,your feet were starting to kill you from standing up so long until, one of his friend's girlfriend requested they all sit down which to Y/n's luck they all agreed.

They all sat down in the living room,Y/n made sure to put some distance between her and Adam.Having nothing to do, she decided to listen to what they were talking about.Big mistake.

She ear dropped and regretted it, they were all talking bout how good your best friend took them one by one.She knew her best friend hooked up with a lot of guys but, she never knew she'd betray her like this.

It's not like she loved Adam,she hated him but still at some point in life she did and it hurt to know that he fucked her best friend behind her back.

Her eyes welled up with tears while thinking about how messed up her life has been in the past year.She lost the man she once loved, she lost the girl she shared all her trauma and secrets with and most importantly she lost herself.

Y/n p.o.v

I tilt my head down, not wanting anyone to see me crying.The LED lighting made it easier for me to quickly wipe my tears without anyone noticing.Adam didn't seem to notice, not like I wanted him to notice I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

To which I can't even tell him without him hitting me once we reached home.I pulled at the end of my skirt uncomfortably, suddenly noticing the way people were staring at me.

I hated this place and the people present here, I just wanted my old life back where I used to be happy.

Suddenly feeling like I needed to use the washroom, I tug Adam's arm to tell him where I was going.He just shooed me away 'ass crack' I thought to myself.

I already knew where the bathroom was, so I didn't need to ask anyone for help.I hurried up and did my business, before washing my hands and exiting that shit smelling washroom.

As I made my way back to the living room, I kept my head down and squeezed my way through the drunk crowd.And when I finally looked up where I was before, my heart dropped.My best friend was seated on Adam's lap, making out with him.

"What the fuck Adam!"

I yelled at him.They both jumped away from each other like lightning had strike them.

"I went to bathroom for five minutes and this is what I come back too" I managed to get out, tears clouding my sight.

I was so happy, it's finally over.

I still had to put on a act, almost everyone attention was us now.

"Y/n I'm sorry" was all he said.I wasn't complaining, all the sleepless nights, crying, arguments and the pain are over.

"It's over between us Adam" was all I said, before making my way out of the house.

I had no idea where I was gonna go now, but at least I wasn't going home with him.I sat on the porch of the house, chugging down a beer I grabbed from someone on my way out.

"Are you ok?" a voice questioned

I looked up to see where the voice came from, my eyes widened to the man in front of me.

Holy fuck, he was beautiful.

Nick's p.o.v

"Are you ok?" I asked the beautiful stranger, after seeing the shit that went down a few minutes ago.

Instead of getting a response, the mysterious girl just held eye contact with me.I took the opportunity to glance over her features, big doe eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, naturally long eyelashes, chubby cheeks and her perfect pink lips.

She was perfectly beautiful.

Neither of us spoke, nor did we break the eye contact that was held.

"Huh"

She finally spoke up, looking away and breaking our eye contact

God her voice, it was like a lullaby being sang by an angel.

"Are you ok?, you know from all the shit that went down between you and your boyfriend a few minutes ago". I repeated myself, but making obvious on what I was asking.

"Yeah I'm honestly relief that we're done with each other" She responded.

"Why?"I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but I was curious.

Without replying, she lifted her shirt a little, showing me a bruise that still looked fresh.

"Oh" was all I managed to say.He had been abusing her, why would anyone want to abuse her.I'm not saying anyone should be abuse, but it's her, just look at her.

She looked at me with a small frown, before looking away again."You got what you wanted to hear, shouldn't you be going now?"she questioned.

"No? I wanted to hangout with you, unless you don't want to or your leaving" I responded, and she looks back at me with those eyes again.fuck.

"You wanna hangout with me?" she points to herself her, voice laced with confusion, still looking up at me.

"Yeah unless you don't want too, it's ok" I said, making eye contact with her once again.

"Uh sure" her reply was short an simple, but I didn't push it, I'm getting to hang with her.

"What's your name?" she questioned, I took a seat on the porch where she sat."Nick, what about you, what's your name?" she looks at me before responding.

"Y/n" she said

Oh Y/n.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n" I put my hand out to her for a handshake, which she took."It's nice to meet you Nick"she shook my hand with a smile on her face.

The time flew by fast, I didn't even realize it been two hours already, she didn't seem to notice either.

"You wanna get out of here?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask her.A slow smile made it's way up her face "sure, where do you wanna go?"

"Come with me" I stand up, and offered my hand to her.She took my hand hesitantly, "I won't kidnap you, don't worry" I chuckled at her.

"Don't joke about it" she lightly tapped my shoulder, causing me to laugh out.

I noticed she was still holding onto my hand, so I interviewed both of our fingers together.She glanced back at me before turning away, with those two seconds she looked at me I saw red her cheeks had gotten.

Fuck.This woman would be the death of me.

Your Author p.o.v

Nick held on to Y/n's hand gently, as he led her through the shrinking crowd, to where his motorbike was parked.As they reached closer tothe bike Nick couldn't help but to notice how her hand trembled from the cold wind, without a second thought he took off his leather jacket,wrapping it around her small figure.

He was so close to her, she could've smell his expensive cologne.A blush spread around both of their faces when they realize how close they were.

"Um you sit over here, you'll need to grab onto me" Nick stated looking away, his face still burning bright red.

As he started the bike, she hugged his back lightly suddenly feeling a little frightened."You can hug me if your scard, I don't mind" he said after feeling her grip tighten around him slightly.

After making sure they were both secured, he took off, heading to where he always hang around. The beach.

Feeling the cool breeze, Y/n tilted her head back enjoying the wind that brush past her. She didn't know why she trusted Nick so much, literally three hours ago she didn't even know he existed, yet she trusted him more than she ever trusted Adam.

She didn't even realize the bike came to a halt, she was to busy enjoying the peace she hasn't felt in a long time. Nick climbed out the bike, before helping her out as well.

In silence, they sat on the sand, listening and watching how the gentle waves crash onto the beach shore. The full moon shined brightly onto them, setting a romantic tension between the strangers-friends.

Neither of them wanted to break the silence nor did they wanted it to keep on going. "I like it here, it's very nice" Y/n said, finally breaking the tension.

"Yeah I come here all the time whenever I feel stress" Nick responded, turning to look at the girl who sat at his right.

Even in a state of mess, she still looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Nick thought to himself, admiring the girl who he was so whipped up for after knowing her for only three hours. "So it's like your secret spot? "Y/n asked, turning to him only to find him already looking at her.

She didn't know why but seeing the way he looked at her somehow flustered her. "Yeah it is, it's nice to finally share it with someone" he chuckled, causing her to burst out in fits of giggles.

Soon they laughter died down, which left them gazing into each other eyes. Y/n couldn't understand why her heart was beating so fast for him.

Nick could also feel his heart, beating so fast, like it wanted to jump out his chest. Not realizing, they both were leaning in towards each other, still holding the eye contact with each other.

"Y/n" he said softly, as if he was scared the world would hear and ruin it for him. "Yes Nick" she answered back with the same tenderness in her voice.

"Please let me kiss you, only this once" he gazed into her eyes with hope. "You can kiss me Nick" she replied, to which he instantly cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips up against hers softly.

Almost immediately she kissed him back, it was like she was waiting for all night. Her hands moved up to behind his neck, while his dropped to her waist to pull her closer.

The kiss was passionate, it was like a kiss between to souls that's finally been connected. Sadly, the kiss was broken apart, only for them to catch their breath.

Much to Nick's disappointment, he was happy he got to kiss her. With unsteady breath, they rested they forehead against each other's.

Her eyes were still closed, when he spoke up. "Y/n" he called out, "Mhm" she answered with her eyes still shut. "Look at me" slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted with instant eye contact with him.

"Give me a chance, give me a chance to hold you, to love you, to care for you, to worry about you, to know you, just give me a chance I promise to treat you right, better than your shitty ex boyfriend ever did, take how much time you need just don't say no to me"

She didn't mean to get emotional, but she couldn't help it. No one ever been so sincere with her after Adam.

Small tears clouded her eyes, as his words replayed in her head. Noticing the tears in her eyes, Nick starts to panic, thinking he probably fucked up or made her uncomfortable.

Not knowing what the future holds, they were happy.

She gave him a chance.

Not directly to be her lover, but to prove himself to her.

In which he did.

They were soulmates.

Lovers.

[acourtofbooksandshadows]

Not So Routine - Chapter 3

Summary: You and Mor talk about your mates over breakfast. Then get a bit distracted when she invites you to dinner.

Pairing: Eventual!Nessian x Afab!Reader Mor x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Cussing and smut. 18+ only, minors do not interact.

Word count: 1494

Bookshelf Series Bookshelf

When you awoke Mor was in the kitchen making breakfast which you were insanely grateful for. You padded out to where she was carefully, not wanting to spook her. Once she sensed your presence she turned towards you and gave you a beaming smile. You walked up to her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, which had a light blush dusting across her face. She was always quick to preen under soft affections. 

“I’ll make the coffee.” She responded with a grateful hum. You made quick work at making the hot beverage, the both of you working around each other in the kitchen like many other mornings you’d found yourselves here. You would alternate between who cooked and who made the tea or coffee. You were always plenty happy when Mor cooked. Her french toast was something otherworldly, which you had praised her for many times in the past, much to her delight. 

“Do you want me to tell you about them?” She asked the question delicately as you sat at your dining room table, mug in hand. Not sure if you were ready to talk about them yet. You pondered her question for a moment. You decided you didn’t want to talk about them yet. But it seemed your bond had another idea.

“Would you mind?” You asked her, cursing yourself in the process. It seemed you were too curious about them to stay away from the topic for long. She took a sip of coffee from the mug you had sat beside her and moaned at the perfect taste. You always made her coffee or tea the exact way she liked it. 

“Cassian is an absolute goofball. He can be kinda hard headed, but he’s a sweetheart. He cares about who he loves more than anyone I know. He’d be the type to rescue a kitten off the street.” She paused for a moment as she flipped the French toast. You smiled as warmth filled your chest, a sense of pride at the way she spoke about your Illyrian mate. 

“He has actually saved more than one kitten. He has also always found them safe homes.” She had a wide smile on her face as she thought about the last time he had saved one after a rambunctious night at Rita’s. The little white ball of fur had found a loving home with Cassian’s favorite baker.

“Nesta is. Well she’s. She is Nesta.” She was a bit more stiff at the topic of the female. Which caused you to sit up straighter. The negative tone in her voice had a protective chill seeping through you. 

“We are all pretty sure she only loves Feyre, Elain, Nyx, Gwyn and Emerie.” She counted them off on her fingers quickly. You relaxed a bit as her tone became lighter. Almost as though she could tell you were on the verge of a growl. The feeling of protectiveness was new to you. 

“What about Cassian?” The name left your lips and you shuddered, it made you feel intoxicated. You hadn’t spoken their names yet you had realized. You also realized you’d never get sick of saying them. 

“She tolerates him most days.” You both giggled at that response. From what you had seen of them yesterday you knew they were deeply in love but you also knew that Nesta was the more serious of the two. Cassian seemed like an absolute heathen.  

For the first time since the bonds snapped into place for you yesterday you reached for them. You let their emotions flow through you freely. You felt complete and utter adoration radiating from them both. It made your chest ache as you craved for that to be directed towards you. You tried to shake off the longing and brought your mug up to your lips, doing your best to close the bonds once more. 

“Would you like to come to dinner at the river house tonight?” Her question had you sputtering and choking on the coffee you had just swallowed. Your eyes were saucers as she came to the table, sitting down a plate of food in front of you before going back to grab her own. As she settled in her chair deep coughs rumbled your chest as you continued to try and clear your throat. 

“What?” The one word reply had her rolling her eyes affectionately. You took a few deep breaths, a hand rubbing your chest where it ached from your coughing fit. 

“That way you can meet them in a more casual setting.” She said it like it was obvious. You had never thought about meeting the people she was closest to. It had never seemed like an option. What you had was something she wasn’t willing to shine a light on. Which had never once bothered you, you enjoyed her private company immensely and had no desire to be public with her. 

“Are you sure?” The question was posed delicately. You searched her face for a sign of hesitation. But you came up empty, she seemed completely set on this. There was no way you were going to sway her decision with the determined look in her eyes. 

“Of course I’m sure.” You eyed her suspiciously as she nibbled on her plump bottom lip, before releasing the flesh ever so slowly. This almost seemed like something she had been pondering for a while.

“It’s not like we’re going to tell anyone that you like it when I curl my fingers just like this.” She did the motion with her fingers, the same motion that had left your whole body shaking countless times. A groan escaped your lips as you watched the motion. 

“If you keep that up I’ll be late for work.” Your cheeks had begun to heat as you watched her lick her lips. She cut a piece of the french toast she had made and brought it to her lips and moaned as the sweetness of the syrup coated her tongue. 

“Would that be a bad thing?” The question was teasing but as she licked a bit of syrup off her finger you were standing abruptly. She smiled sweetly once she knew she had you right where she wanted you. 

“You don’t need these.” You had moved her chair to face you as you dropped to your knees between her legs. You worked the sleep shorts down her legs quickly. She took one last sip from her mug before she turned her full attention to you. Her legs parted for you easily, slipping over your shoulders and your mouth started to water at the sight of her. She hadn’t bothered with any undergarments so she was completely bare to you. 

“So pretty.''The praise left your lips before you kissed up the inside of her thigh quickly. As your mouth met her cunt her hand weaved into your hair. A moan leaving her delicate lips as you licked a strip up towards her clit. You swirled your tongue around the bud gently. Two of your fingers danced along her leg before finding her center. You gathered up some of the slick before pushing them both inside slowly. The way her walls pulsed around the digits had you letting out a deep moan. 

“Fuck. that feels so good.” You preened under the compliment the blonde gave you. You started to curl your fingers in the exact motion she had done not long ago. Her hand that was settled in your hair pulled on it lightly. You continued the motions with your tongue and fingers, the noises slipping from her lips spurring you on. 

As her legs began to shake and squeeze your head you let a moan slip through your own lips. The feeling was exactly what she needed as she was instantly releasing around your fingers. The taste of her was just as addicting as the last time you had tasted her. You helped her come down from the high of her orgasm before you were standing back up giving her a purely cheshire grin. You slipped your fingers between your lips, eyes remaining on hers as you cleaned them off. 

You pulled her pants back up her legs and kissed her lips sweetly. Her lips parted in a content sigh as you sat back in your seat. She had a purely blissed smile on her face that had you humming in contentment. You loved being the one that could make her feel that good. 

“You’re most definitely going to be late to the boutique. I’m gonna return the favor when we wash up.” With that sentence you were both rushing through breakfast. Eager to get into your bathroom. Her words rang true because on shaky legs you were landing in the middle of your boutique almost an hour later. A look of bewilderment was on your best friend's face as you gave her a sheepish smile and a quick apology for your tardiness.

A/N: One more part then there will be more Nessian. I'm not even totally sure how this ended up being smut but here we are lol. As always likes, follows, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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