#with fireworks in my ribcages

[onlyswan]

summary: in which there is never enough time to be in love but jungkook is a 24/7 lover. (part one)

idol!jk x afab!reader / fluffy fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 3.6k

warnings/content: jungkook takes a day off and surprises oc <3 ; he's veryyy touchy; he gives oc's boobie a lil bite lol this guy ; s*xual innuendos; one (1) spank; oc comforts him :(; bam is home too!!; family is complete

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note: smth short and sweet so i can recover from dreamboat loool missed my babies sm <3 as always reblog and/or feedback is very much appreciated! <3

p.s. i'm also redoing my iw taglist so pls comment/send an ask if you want to be (re)/added!

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“baby? i’m home.”

you’re confident to say that you’d never mistake jungkook’s voice for anyone else’s. and on that note, you must be dreaming of him— the voice of an angel, the calloused palms cupping your cheeks… the audible and damp kisses delicately being peppered all over your face. everything feels so real. too real. just like how it used to be.

it hasn’t been long since you last saw him. you communicate and meet whenever it’s possible, no matter how short the time he is allowed to dedicate. still, you miss him all the time, everyday. you keep telling yourself it’s not that bad. time is passing by faster than you feared. but this whole set-up is foreign and daunting. and you miss him. you miss him all the time. that must be why you’re dreaming. 

when you open your eyes in the morning, you’ve come to expect nothing more than the view of the plain white ceiling, or the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains. 

so why are you gawking at jungkook’s face?

he smiles from ear-to-ear, bunny teeth and crinkles around his eyes— you can’t be mistaken. it’s him. it feels as though your heart has been shocked and revived. 

“jungkook!” you gasp.

you startle your own self when you abruptly throw your arms around him. he tries to hold you up, but you’re far too ecstatic for your own good, inexplicable joy thrumming in your veins and fireworks bursting in your ribcage. you squeal and jump up and down on the bed like a little kid on christmas morning; jungkook hugs you back tighter than he has ever done before, protecting you from the fall and crash.

“oh my god, you’re here! you’re here!”

“yes, i’m here-” he laughs in amusement. “ow shit, settle down- wow, it’s so early. why are you so energetic-”

“i missed you!” you briefly pause for oxygen. “so much! i’m never letting go of you again!” 

“wow!” he makes a dramatic wheezing sound. “that much, baby? you missed me that much?” 

“that much!” 

you draw back with a pout, just enough so you can look at each other, nodding your head probably too fast— you’re almost dizzy. adrenaline tide calming into waves, you’re catching your breath.

are you certain that this is not your imagination playing tricks on you?

“you’re here…” you slowly say. it’s only registering to your whiplashed brain. there is barely any feeling in your arms as you touch his face, an attempt at separating wishful thinking and reality. “why are you here?”

“why else?” he grins toothily. “because you said you were missing me.” 

your attempt at forming words is rudely interrupted. he steals a kiss, this thief… hard and hungry, keeping you in place by his palm cradling the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. 

he pulls away with a satisfied hum, tongue darting out to swipe over his lips. “and because i was missing you more.” 

for a moment, you gaze at each other in silence. you’re still neck deep in disbelief and euphoria. that kiss took your breath away. under the circumstances, you shall yield and admit that he misses you more. he requests for developed photos of you when you come visit. that’s something you never imagined you’d have to do. 

he tries to tame your messy hair, smoothing it down until he’s holding your cheeks lovingly. “i mean, what else was i supposed to do? i miss waking up to this pretty face everyday.” 

you pucker your lips in response, demanding for a kiss. this earns a chuckle from him before he grants your wish. an unintelligible noise of joy escapes your mouth as you jump and hug him again. it is shortly followed by a yelp when he whisks you off the bed without warning, spinning you ‘round and ‘round… ‘round… and ‘round… and…

your laughter soon transforms into horror. 

“jungkook!” you scream with your eyes squeezed shut and your legs curled around his waist. “okay! stop it! i’m getting dizzy!” 

the crazy bastard keeps on giggling as if he doesn’t hear a thing. you always expect these reunions to be so emotional, but when jungkook is here, it feels as though he never left.  

“jungkook!” 

you hook your leg around his, causing the two of you to collapse on the soft mattress. you land on top of him with a whimper. you breathe out a sigh, relieved that the nausea-inducing ride is over.

“that was fun.” he speaks next to your ear; the sensation makes you squirm. 

“it was,” you push yourself up to search for more air, a little sweaty after yours and jungkook’s hyperness took control of your bodies. “for the first five seconds.” 

you’re now properly straddling him, ass on his crotch. it’s accidental, but nothing new. nay, comfortable. this level of proximity won’t feel like intimacy with somebody else. goddamn, you missed your boyfriend so much. 

a big, sleepy yawn zaps your attention from him. you cover your face with both hands, wandering into the darkness for a little while. you find that your mind is devoid of any thought. perhaps you’re more overwhelmed than you let on. 

“missed this view too…” he reveals amidst the haze, a distinct change in the tone of his voice. 

there they are— the butterflies in his stomach, slaves to you and only you. he breathes through his parted lips as he caresses your thighs with tenderness bleeding from his fingertips, your skin so smooth and soft in contrast to his calloused palms. his lips curve into a drunken smile when you graze his greedy hands, as though granting them permission, before they slip inside the magenta velvet of your night dress. the material bunches over his forearms as he reaches for your hips. it leaves almost nothing to the imagination (in his case: memory). his attention is stolen by your cotton panties. light taupe. decorated by white polka dots. 

“this one’s new.” he comments.

you peer down to figure out what he meant. right, he’s never seen this before. “surprise! you like it?”

“yes, it’s cute.” he toys with the little ribbon at the center of the waistband. “you rarely get this color.”

“thanks. i think my taste is changing.”

“really?”

“mhmm…” 

his hands venture up to your waist, kneading at the flesh and reacquainting with the feel of you. he’s been pissed off at the thought of forgetting what it feels like to touch you, knowing your body like the back of his hand. he hasn’t been away from you for extended periods of time since their last tour. that was years ago. 

for maximum comfort, he sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. “let’s move here.” he carries you with him, back comfortable leaning against the headboard, while you remain sitting pretty on his lap. “bam was sleeping on my side of the bed when i arrived.”

“huh…?” you blink. 

“you didn’t know?”

you shake your head innocently, a tad distracted by your eyes roaming his naked torso. he looks absolutely ravishing as ever. did something already change from the last time you saw him? 

“i tucked him into his bed last night.”

you visited bam at the training facility after work yesterday, but he kept trying to follow you as you were leaving. your fragile heart caved and you brought him home for the weekend. you texted jungkook about it but he didn’t respond; as much as that made you sad, you figured he was just tired or he used his phone time to talk to his family. 

you spent the whole night playing with bam and watching his favorite dog entertainment channel on youtube. the house wasn’t dead silent for once. you fell asleep together on the couch until you woke up at 2am and tucked him and yourself into your respective beds. it was easy to fall back to sleep after, but it felt weird that you didn’t need an audiobook or hours of calming sounds of nature. 

you’re not whining. there have been a lot of sunny and happy days. you have wonderful people in your life who act as your support system in their own unique ways, but jungkook and bam… they’re your family. you made your peace with no longer having one, but now that you’ve built your own, having to be apart from them makes your heart ache. 

“did he sneak in to sleep next to you? he does that now?” he makes a surprised face. “what’s this? i’m so jealous of him!”

a pinch in your heart. 

you try your best to conceal a frown, but your poor choice of words paints your disappointment. “you’re not-” you avoid his eyes. “staying the night?”

“yah, you don’t have to look so sad. i can stay, baby.”

“you can?” your face lights up. 

“for you, i’ll make it happen.” he cheeses, affectionately tapping the tip of your nose like it’s a button to make you smile. “i’m only working hard in there to earn more days off, you know that?”

that makes you frown.

“babe, don’t do that…” you whine, shaking his shoulders. “you don’t need to work so hard. only do what is required of you. i just want you to be healthy.”

“no… just let me.” he replies with finality. “i need… i need a reason. you’re the reason why i’m still hanging in there, and i don’t want to miss another anniversary.” 

he bats his eyelashes. 

“being your boyfriend is my favorite job in the whole world.”

and how are you supposed to argue with one of his most heart-fluttering, most wholesome lines yet? 

you sigh in defeat. “then you can rest when you’re with me.” 

“i love you.”

“i love you, too.” 

you lean in to kiss him, but are interrupted when he yawns. your forehead ends up resting against his as you giggle uncontrollably at the unexpected and hilarious view of his open mouth. 

“sleepy?”

he bows his head in embarrassment, body vibrating with laughter. “i couldn’t sleep because i was so excited. i wanted to talk to you last night but i was so sure i’d spoil the surprise.” 

“of course you couldn’t.” you giggle, removing yourself from his lap while tugging at the collar of his shirt. “come here. let’s sleep some more.”

you lie down on the bed facing each other. jungkook moans in contentment as you engulf him in your embrace, nuzzling his face against your chest. he can smell your body wash, sweet and clean. that— that isn’t new. every muscle in his body decompresses. he needed this, needed you. desperately. tremendously. you pull the thick and warm blanket over yourselves and he melts. while he wishes he was taller, he knows he is still of considerable height. he’s been bulking up, getting stronger than before too. but he doesn’t give a fuck about those at the moment. he’s not even aware. his body fits perfectly with yours— that’s all he knows. oh… he’s melting. but it doesn’t feel like he’s being reduced. he has everything to gain. this is heaven on earth.

he opens his eyes into an awful squint, faced by your cleavage spilling out from the neckline of your night dress. there’s this urge he can’t ignore. it’s not spelt out in his mind, he rather feels like his body is having a fit. next thing he knows, he’s carefully sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the swell of your boob. he stays still for a few seconds, and then pulls away once he deems himself satisfied. he wipes your skin with his thumb incase he left some saliva, innocent eyes peeking up at you huffing out a quiet laugh. 

“you sure that’s all you needed?”

“i’ll devour you later.” he smirks, blinking sluggishly. “i’m tired but just you wait. i’ll go all night!”

“not if i beat you to it…” you tease, having plans of your own. you want to make him feel good. you’ve been going insane thinking about it. “missed you.”

“alright then, let’s do it at the same time.” he says suggestively. 

“you know i have a hard time focusing when we do that.” you huff.

“eh, so? not me.” he chuckles. “i think you do a really great job, though?”

“…still! go easy on me a little bit so i can do better.”

“it’s not a competition, baby.” he squeezes your waist affectionately. “plus, i don’t think i’d be able to control myself once i get a taste.”

“jungkook!” you whine, growing flustered. 

he laughs out loud, giving your ass a quick spank that resounds through the walls of the bedroom. 

it becomes silent again after that.

the tip of your nails graze his scalp with repeated movements, more so for your amusement, but he is practically purring. you can’t imagine your arm being a comfortable pillow either, but he is doing great at making it appear so.

“i realized something.”

“what is it?”

“i really can’t live without you.” he confesses earnestly, then looks up at you with raised eyebrows. “don’t say anything. i know you’ll say something like ‘yes, you can!’”

“i was not. i liked hearing you say it.” you stifle a giggle. “but i’m not going anywhere. you know that.”

“i don’t doubt that.” he sighs with a heavy chest. “sometimes i just get a bit worried that you’d get tired of waiting.” 

this isn’t the first time in your relationship that he’s voicing out this fear, but the difference between then and now is stark. with the disconnection, there was a part of you that expected it to resurface. 

“babe,” you gently tilt up his face, locking your sincere and love-filled eyes with his. “we’re okay. i’ve loved you since i was 18. this? this is nothing. you’re a part of me, so you’re always with me. and i know you keep me with you too.”

you wear a brave face. you hope that he believes your words as much as you do, because no matter how many boulders the universe throws down your path, all you ever think about is how you and jungkook will surmount them. together. he is your partner after all.

“we’ll get through it like we always do, baby boy.”

jungkook nods and smiles, doe eyes glittering. you love making that happen. “sorry, i think i scared myself when i read stories on the internet.” 

“our story is different!”

the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“no, seriously-” he cackles, a little breathless.

“we’re one of a kind!” you keep the joke running. you want to keep making him laugh, even if it’s only for a few seconds longer. 

“we’ve gone through so much bullshit. not everyone would fight as hard as we did!” jungkook passionately agrees with the same intensity. “you’re right, we always make it work. we’ll get through it like we always do.”

“trust me,” you charmingly implore him. “when was i ever wrong?”

“never!” he immediately shakes his head. “…atleast not about the things that matter.”

“okay,” you shrug. “i’ll take it.”

“goodnight kiss, please.” he cutely pleads.

wild guess: he went home to be babied. not that you’re complaining. this is miles better than having to wrestle him over who gets to be the big spoon. you love giving love. when your heart stops beating, it would be great to celebrate how much you were loved, but you also wish to be remembered as a person who gave love until their last breath. 

“goodnight, my love.” you coo, well aware that the sun has risen. 

you plant a tender kiss on his forehead. the complaint bubbling in his throat is swallowed when you lean in closer to reach his lips. with his wish fulfilled, he flutters his eyes closed and snuggles as close to you as possible, real and proper rest finally within his grasp. he basks in your warmth and the tranquilizing silence— his breathing steady and his heart at its calmest. beautiful things enter his mind. you are the sun on the first spring day; the clouds that go with him no matter the distance; the waves that kiss the shore and never fail to come back. he heals in places he didn’t know he was hurting. 

“hold on, where is bam then?”

“his house. i gave him some treats then he slept again…” his voice comes out muffled. he sniffles jokingly. “the reaction was kind of underwhelming. i think he didn’t miss me as much.” 

“of course he’d choose that over a human.”

“i bribed him too early.” he laments.

“wait…” he feels you come to a still. “i think he’s coming.”

he opens his eyes and copies you in focusing on the familiar sound of bam’s paws clicking against the floor. the mattress quakes and he lifts his head to find the dog climbing over your bodies. 

he’s seriously a large and tall dog. 

“bam, what are you doing here?!” 

bam tilts his head and stares back at jungkook, tail wagging as his dad laughs and pets him on the head down to his back. 

“he’s so adorable.” you squeal quietly, joining in and scratching under his chin. “i love you, bam.” 

bam’s eyes switch to you. he slowly lowers his head, giving your hand a tentative lick as if to show appreciation but he’s also worried that it would prompt you to stop.

“he’s gotten real heavy, huh?”

“he’s got some big muscles like you.”

“of course! he got it from me.”

jungkook’s proud smile drops a little. it morphs into pure fondness once bam starts sniffing at him. he yelps and dramatically falls back, wiping his wet cheek with the back of his hand, but it’s game over once bam pants with excitement. bam chases his face to attack him with his love language. 

you watch the scene from the sidelines, laughing so hard that your sides are beginning to hurt. you wish you were recording. you wish that you never forget this. 

“okay, okay! you’re happy to see me! i see that now!” jungkook laughs, squeezing bam in a tight hug for a moment. 

the dog still refuses to relent, however. they almost look like they’re fighting to the death but the truth is they’re just smothering each other with affection. unbeknownst to them, you make a pained face when one of them accidentally hits your arm multiple times. nevermind, they were definitely both culprits. 

“____! save me!” your boyfriend cries out.

he bulldozes through bam and shoves himself into the tiny space he previously, and peacefully, occupied minutes before. he’s squeezing you so tight, nearly crushing you as he laughs with tears in his eyes. they affectionately call it his elmo laugh, the fans, which you adore just as much. 

you see it before you hear it. bam makes that face when he’s about to bark. your hush comes out at the same exact second as his barking. 

“this is so chaotic!” you try to project your voice louder than everybody else’s. 

jungkook’s laughs quieter but harder, if that makes any sense. 

you have an arm around jungkook that holds him taut and protected, while the other is busy with getting bam to settle down. you slide your palm across his fur in repeated motions, focusing on the spots that cause his eyes to flutter in relaxation.

“shhh, bam. it’s still too early. let daddy rest first. we can tire him out again later, okay?”

he settles on top of your bodies again. he has stopped moving around, but then he makes that face again, and you really love your healthy sense of hearing. 

“behave, bam-” you playfully squeeze his cheeks together before scratching under his chin. “my cutie bam. you can do that for me, right? you’re a good boy! i’m sure you understand.”

he abandons the urge to bark, suddenly fixing his position so you can also scratch at his chest. you almost snort at how funny he looked obeying you on accident because he is begging to be petted.

“that’s right. good job, bam.” you coo, sending him a pleased smile. “you’re so smart. you listen so well.” 

you whisper to jungkook. “it’s so cute when it looks like he really understands what i’m saying.”

“it’s the way you talk to him.” he answers quietly, placing tiny kisses along your collarbone. “you’re so sweet.” he almost forgot how good you are with bam. he just fell in love with you all over again. 

“but it’d be cooler if he does understand me.” you hum, moving your hand on bam’s head. he finally decides to flop down then. he rests his head over your waist, eyes seemingly inching closer to sleepiness. you sigh in relief. “go to sleep too, baby.”

jungkook breaks the silence a moment later.

“…did you mean me or bam?”

“you!” you chuckle. 

“oh-” he laughs at his own foolishness. his arm that is supposed to be hooked around your waist rests over bam’s body instead. he ruffles the dog’s fur softly. “let’s all go to sleep.”

you let out a yawn in response to that. you sniffle, murmuring tiredly. “i love you, baby… your surprise made me so happy. i’ll make it up to you too.”

“i love you more…”

jungkook lifts his head and finds that you have closed your eyes. your chest rises and falls in a calm rhythm. bam is closely following you into dreamland. 

heavens, what he wouldn’t give so he could stay here forever and never leave again. 

his eyes are heavy with exhaustion, hot with sleepy tears, but he fights his own body to stay awake. with all his might, he gazes in awe at the beauty of a life with you. he wants to always remember what is waiting for him at home.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Baby Driver: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I lost the image from my inbox, but it was first time with Leon with a fem reader.

It's been a while since I wrote a first time fic, eh pookie bears? :)

Contains: Car sex, condoms (contraceptives are cool, kids), blowjob, light choking, light hair pulling

The air was thick like crystalizing honey. The radio was all but a murmur, some local news station was starting to crackle from being just on the border of its broadcasting distance. The deep rumble of the engine nearly drowned it out, but you still focused on trying to make out what the two news spokesmen were saying through the static.

However, it was beginning to become apparent that your heart was adamant about deafening both noises. It pounded inside of you, quickening in its pace, beating against your ribcage like it was trying to break out of its cage. You could feel it throb against your skin beneath your clothes.

It was safe to say you were nervous.

You weren’t a virgin, but you aren’t exactly experienced yourself. It’s been a while since you last had any intimate encounters, it made you even more anxious when you saw Leon’s hands slide down the shiny curve of the steering wheel. He knew about you, not being experienced and all. Despite your worrying, he didn’t seem to be bothered by the newly splayed information and still insisted on this date.

Leon is a smart man. Brave, loyal, charming, you couldn’t list all of his dazzling traits, but one you could state firmly and boldly was that he was patient. He wasn’t going to do anything you weren’t ready for.

You briefly looked over to your date, your boyfriend of nearly three months sitting in the driver's seat. He was peering out of the windows out of the corners of his eyes, making sure you both were alone. He had taken you to some secluded little patch of woods, a long-forgotten hiking trail evident in the fact that the parking lot was covered in fallen leaves and the small ranger cabin had been left barren and dusty, nature reclaiming its land.

You did the same as Leon for a brief moment, trying to occupy your wandering mind, staring into the lines of trees when he cleared his throat softly.

You felt him place a gentle hand on your forearm, crossed in your lap with your hands clasped together. You turned to look at him, finding him already looking at you, his stormy blue eyes shined in the low lighting his display put out. He wore an unreadable expression, but his brows slightly knit together in slight worry.

“You’ve been quiet the entire ride up here,” his words were soft. You shrugged your shoulders sheepishly, a soft apology rolling off of your tongue. Your cheeks were lit aflame, your chest felt like it was being beaten against like a drum, you suddenly felt very hot despite the air conditioning blowing gently. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do,” he reminded you once again.

He had mentioned it a couple of times already. The first before he picked you up, the second after the lavish dinner he had taken you to as he helped you get in his car, and then once again just now.

Ever the gentleman.

“I want to,” you found your voice. You winced internally when your voice wavered at the end. You repeated again, more firmly, “I want to.”

His thumb rolled over the skin of your forearm before he dragged his hand down to grasp at your own. He squeezed your hand a little tight, giving you one last out, but you didn’t back down.

Leon shut his car off, the engine cutting but the radio still kept going. Leon’s eyes studied you, noting your obvious anxiety.

He leaned in slowly and you found yourself doing the same. Both of your eyes fluttered shut as your noses grazed each other. The second your lips connected, it felt like life had crackled inside of you like fireworks. It always did with him since the first time you both kissed and it was something you always looked forward to with him.

His lips were warm and soft. He took charge gently, pressing his lips more firmly against yours, guiding your jaws to move as you both sucked at each others faces. He felt so warm and he smelled so good, and fuck, he was so handsome. There was a very light scratch against your chin, his facial hair barely scratching your soft skin, the light stubble needing to be shaved in the morning. The remnants of dinner lingered on both of your tongues, the after-dinner mints didn’t seem to do much for the aromatics, but it just added to the moment.

You moaned softly into the kiss, Leon pushing a little deeper into you. You felt his tongue briefly dance across your bottom lip, softly begging for you to part your lips for him and let him enter. When you hesitated, he nipped at the delicate skin making you gasp and obey. Leon’s hand that was just caressing the back of your hand suddenly gripped at your thigh, fingers twisting the material of your dress into a tight knot in his grasp. You brought a hand up to rest on the side of his neck where it connected to his shoulder, toying with the collar of his jacket as his tongue quickly explored your mouth.

He suddenly broke the kiss, a disappointed whine left you when you hadn’t meant it. You barely opened your eyes to be a half-lidded gaze when you heard Leon unbuckle both of your seatbelts, allowing him to move over the center console better. Your lips locked together once again, moving at a faster pace as you both swapped spit. He brought his other hand up to the side of your face, cupping your jaw, bringing you closer into the kiss before he urged your body to press against the center console like he had done with his.

Your hands fully grasped at his jacket, grabbing onto his open collar and pulling him as close as you could. He was so warm under your touch, a comforting heat rolled off of him in waves. There was a faint scent of his cologne that reached your nose; it was gentle, not too overpowering, it reminded you of fresh rainfall in a pine forest. It helped to calm your heart down, but you could feel his own beating away very steadily inside of his chest.

You were the one to pull away this time, needing air as your poor lungs begged for relief. You both were panting, cheeks hot, hearts hammering. Leon’s pupils were blown wide with lust, but he kept in control.

“Do you-”

“Yes,” you cut him off rather eagerly.

A cocky grin ghosted over Leon’s lips before he eyed his backseat, nodding in that direction.

“Get in the back,” he ordered softly.

Your body worked faster than your mind, quickly getting out of the front passenger seat. You barely had enough time to close the door behind you when you felt Leon grab a hold of you, pulling you directly into his lap. He had you straddle him, his strong hands holding onto your thighs to keep you in place as he urged you to settle. Your lips connected once again, both of you now fighting for who would be in control. Your hands snatched onto the back of the seat on either side of Leon’s head, nails digging into the fabric before you grasped Leon’s head and carded your fingers into his thick hair. He growled at the contact, jerking his hips up, causing you to gasp again.

His clothed erection was resting right against your concealed cunt. You shivered in anticipation. You had a feeling he was big, but for it to be confirmed so soon in your relationship? You thought it would’ve taken you a couple more months to work up the courage to do something like this.

You grinded against him slowly, sinking your hips down and shimmying your hips ever so slightly. It drove him mad. Leon’s hands came up to your ass and gave each cheek a good squeeze. You pressed yourself as close to him as you could, your breasts flushed with his chest. A soft cry escaped your lips at his rough touch. One of his hands came up from your ass to squeeze and paw up your hips, trailing up the curve of your spine and eventually tangling in your hair.

You brought one of your hands down, confidently slotting it between your persons, and gently squeezed him through the material of his pants-

You suddenly seized up and loosened when the back of your head was pressed firmly against the backside of the driver’s headrest with Leon’s fingers wrapped around your throat. There was a feral look in his eyes that made your mind go nuts inside. He was panting as though he had just ran an entire marathon, a few locks of his hair had fallen in front of his steely blue eyes, his lips were a little swollen from your kisses.

“Leon,” you moaned softly.

His thumb was right on your pulse. He could feel it pounding away right under his fingerprint like a rabbit’s. The pad of his thumb massaged your throat gingerly, slowly working his fingers down until he was no longer choking you. The first breath was something else otherworldly, it crackled new life within you despite barely losing any oxygen to begin with. Your heart was beating against your ribs as though it were an animal trying to break out of its cage. He could feel it beat through your skin, he could smell how divine you were, he could see that little twinkle in your eyes as your pupils swallowed up that gorgeous color of your eyes.

Although Leon’s hands kept you still, you managed to scoot back a little bit, sitting beside him on the backseat. Your hands returned to his person, first starting off splayed out across his broad chest before they ventured down his jacket. Both of your hands fumbled with his belt, trying to focus of your target when his own hands lightly scratched up your spine until he knotted his fingers into your hair once again. Your fingers trembled with excitement, unlatching his belt buckle and slipping the shiny dark leather loose. Your eyes never left the tented erection teasing you right in front of your face, it was barely three inches away from your nose as your unhooked the buttons of his slacks and drew down his zipper. He groaned softly, finally free of the constraints of his tight slacks but still in the elastic cotton comforts of his underwear. The heather gray that you could see was thin, you could see an enticing long shadow of a vein running along the underside of his cock.

You hesitated for a second, hypnotized by the was Leon was scratching circular motions into your scalp while also tugging on your locks before your fingers slipped under the taut waistband. Leon audibly sighed in relief as his cock sprung free, the thing nearly smacking you in the nose from how erect it was. Though it was dark, you could make out all of the delicious details of Leon’s cock, eyes running up his thick shaft right to his head that leaked a little precum from his reddish tip.

You don’t know what came over you.

You found yourself gently grasping at the base of his dick and steadied him before your tongue ran up his shaft and followed the vein. It was Leon’s turn to audibly gasp. You could see the way his abs fluttered from underneath his jacket and dress shirt and how his broad chest swelled at the intake of air.

You focused on his head for a moment, tongue swirling around the swollen tip. The salty taste of his cum sat heavy and delicious on your tongue. You barely massaged the tip of your tongue against his slit when Leon whimpered.

It made you still ever so slightly.

It made you want to hear it over and over again until the end of time.

You took his entire head in your mouth, working slow, you lowered your head at a snail’s pace at first. Leon fisted the back of your dress, nails biting through the fabric and scratching at your spine. His other hand nearly snatched at your hair, almost fisting your hair and locking his hand in place. He didn’t pull, not yet at least, just kept you still as you took him in your mouth.

He cursed softly, the words barely spilling over his lips at you worked your way down. You bobbed your head, trying to ease your mouth open just a little wider, take him just a little deeper, work your throat open just a touch more. He sat heavy on your tongue. The angle you were taking him in made your jaw start to ache. You started to slow down a bit when his head hit the back of your throat, a short muffled moan was barely audible but it reached Leon’s ears perfectly fine. He pulled at your hair a bit, just enough for you to feel a slight burn at the scalp before he pushed against your skull. He urged you to swallow more of him, to take him down to the root before starting over. You followed along, tightening your hands at his waist, going with his short rotations. Each time, you nearly swallowed him fully only to start to gag, pulling you away maybe an inch or two before repeating it.

He cursed again, this time louder. You looked up at him from under your lashes only to see him staring at you. He looked so riled up. His pupils swallowed his stormy blues, his hair was just a tad messy to the point a few locks fell in front of his face, a very faint blush had spread across his chiseled cheeks. You stirred up the courage to bat your little eyes at him and moan around his cock when it tickled the back of your throat again.

You felt him twitch in your mouth before he completely pulled you off of his cock, hauling you up by your hair. Your cry was silenced, swallowed by his hungry lips as he tasted himself on your tongue for a brief moment. Your hand absent-mindedly wrapped around his glistening dick and squeezed lightly, thumbing his slit and teasingly rubbing soft circles against the head. Leon hissed, biting your bottom lip before one of his hands enclosed around yours and his cock.

He pumped his cock a few times, rutting slightly each time your hand graced his crotch before you both parted.

You both found yourselves staring into each others eyes for a moment.

For a little while, the world didn’t seem to be important. You no longer felt nervous, not because you hadn’t had sex in a while nor because you were about to do it in public.

All that mattered was how your, for just a brief few seconds in time, your hearts synced up.

You drew yours hands back to your body, fingers quickly reaching the wrinkled hem of your dress and started to bunch it up. Leon watched like a man starved, looking on in sheer intent as you revealed your thighs and eventually your underwear to him. His hands found your body again, cupping at the curve of your ass and trailing their way up to the waistband before he started to slowly peel them down your legs.

He hesitated for a brief moment when they were halfway down your thighs, a familiar gleam in his eyes as he stared up at you.

One last out, yet you didn’t take it.

You made to get closer to Leon, shivering when your slickened folds met the chilled air, when he stopped you. He sat up quickly, reaching around to search in the center console before he withdrew a familiar looking black paper box. He plucked one from the box and tossed it back in the driver’s seat to deal with later.

It glistened in his hand, reflecting the low lighting the radio’s screen gave off. He was about to tear the packaging with his teeth when you plucked it from his fingers. He scoffed a short laugh, sitting back once again as you tore the thin foil and pulled out the glistening condom from its packaging. You leaned in and close to him, lips barely touching, noses brushing against each other. You carefully rolled the condom on over his head before wrapping your fingers around him. You pushed the condom down slowly, jerking him and squeezing him in the process before he was fully hilted into it.

Leon’s hands once again firmly situated themselves around your waist. He drew you in close, guiding your body close and helping you position yourself in his lap. You felt it beneath you as you sank down, suddenly pressing between your folds, splitting your lips before you felt a familiar sudden pressure.

You latched onto Leon’s broad shoulders and sighed and cried in his ear. Pressure built up into pleasure when he entered you, his cock stretching you oh so well. He shushed you softly, holding you in place as your cunt squeezed around him. You both moaned in sync, shoulders sagging and chests swelling as you both found it a little hard to breathe.

He let you go at your own pace, allowing you to move when you felt comfortable enough to do so. He held onto you, keeping you close, whispering sweet nothings into the small space between your bodies.

You eventually started to move when the stretch no longer became too much. You started slow, working yourself along his thick shaft, swallowing your sighs and moans and whimpers. You’ve never been stretched like this before, you’ve never felt so full.

“Oh, come on pretty girl,” Leon tutted, “don’t be so shy. Lemme hear you.”

His voice was all dark and sultry, it scratched an itch in your mind that you’ve been trying to scratch for years. It only added to the experience of fucking in the backseat of his car where the windows have been fogged up for some time now. You couldn’t help the moan that left you as your walls fluttered around his girth. You locked your hands behind Leon’s head, nails digging into the headrest as you rocked your hips along his length.

You rode him, as best as you could really with what little space you were given. But you rode him, nonetheless. He met your hips with enthusiasm, panting when you did, ghosting sweet words over your lips before kissing you. He urged you to be louder, to let him really hear you, smiling ever so brightly when you gave in. He loves the taste of the salt on your body, loves the smell of sex in the heavy air, loves the feeling of your velvet walls clamping down on his big dick.

For a brief second, he wished he wasn’t wearing a condom just to feel how hot and wet you are right now, because he could tell you were absolutely dripping with liquid sin.

It would just be a matter of time before you both took it up a notch.

[katsu28]

OMG grapple with rafe please 🤭🤭

i have not written for this man in a hot minute!! thank u for requesting ri my dear ILY <3

rafe cameron x reader, 1.8k

“You want me to take you down.” 

“No, I want you to try.” 

“You’re a child, Cameron.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re scared, aren’t you?” Rafe teased, holding your phone up high and away from your reaching hands. “C’mon, you want it back, you’re gonna have to come get it.” 

“I’m not playing your game!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Just give it back!” 

“Come. Get. It.” He repeated slowly, a drawn out proposition paired with the gleefully smug grin on his face that had you huffing in annoyance at your best friend. He tossed your phone on the armchair behind him, hunkering down into a guard stance. “You can admit defeat, y’know. Just say ‘Rafe Cameron is the greatest of all time’. I’ll even shorten it for you, you can just call me the GOAT.” 

“How ‘bout I call you a donkey instead?” 

He feigned being stabbed in the gut for a few dramatic seconds before pulling the imaginary knife out and pretending to drop it on the floor. “Low blow, but I can handle it.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. There were two options here—play his game and try to take him down, or surrender and say those dreaded words. Naturally, you picked the one you had no chance at. 

Sending a prayer to whoever was listening, you feigned left and went right, lunging at Rafe to the best of your ability. He didn’t fall for your weak attempt at a fake out, instead catching you around the waist and taking you down to the carpet with ease. 

You noticed that he took the care to slide his hand under your head so it didn’t bounce off the floor. It would’ve been nice, except that hand retreated and pinned your wrist above your head before you could fight Rafe off. He did the same to the other hand too. 

His knee slotted between yours for leverage as you wriggled in his grasp with no avail. You were pinned securely under his hands as he loomed over you. 

“Told you I’d win.” He breathed, his grin very Cheshire cat-like. You opened your mouth to shoot back a witty retort, but your voice died in your throat when his head dropped down a little closer towards yours. 

You suddenly came to terms with the very compromising position you were in with Rafe right now; your faces were mere inches apart, so close you could smell that damn mint gum he was always chewing on. So close you could see the scar hidden in his eyebrow he’d gotten when he’d crashed his bike when you were kids, the flecks of green in his blue eyes. In short, he was right there. 

The tension in the room had quickly turned unbearably thick, too heavy for your liking, but you couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact. Part of you liked the way Rafe was looking at you. 

His eyes flicked down to your lips for a split millisecond before snapping right back up, and if you hadn’t been in such close proximity, you wouldn’t have noticed it at all. But you did, and so began the most devious plan that you really only had a few seconds to formulate in your head. 

You pretended to struggle for a few more seconds before feigning giving up, aiming a pout up at Rafe. His mouth curved into a smug sort of smile, all previous intensity in those irritatingly pretty eyes of his long since forgotten. He probably thought he’d just won. 

“Face it, you can’t—” Whatever gloat he was about to throw your way was cut off by you leaning up towards him, pressing your lips against his. Rafe made a strangled sort of sound right off the bat, freezing immediately the instant your mouth touched his. Just as fast, he kissed you back eagerly, way more eager than one friend should be kissing the other. And as cliche as it was to say it, fireworks erupted in your belly, bursting against your ribcage like it was the goddamn Fourth of July. 

You only hoped he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was pounding in your chest. 

His grip on your wrists loosened, one hand coming down to brace himself on the carpet while the other planted itself next to your head. The way he was kissing you so firmly nearly had you melting, but the little voice at the back of your head was yelling at you to remember what all this was for. No, you weren’t kissing Rafe Cameron just for shits and giggles; you were on a mission. And no matter how good it felt, how right, you’d be damned if you didn’t complete it. 

You bent your knees, planting them against his firm chest and pushing up—not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough that you caught him off guard. Before he could register what was happening, you had him flipped on his back, tables very much turned with his wrists trapped in both your hands. 

“Gotcha.” You breathed, mirroring his earlier smile now that you were the one with the upper hand. Rafe’s Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped hard, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously. Maybe you were completely misinterpreting the situation entirely, but it almost looked like he wanted to kiss you again. You clambered off him quickly to rid the thought, snatching your phone off the cushion and shoving it into your back pocket. “Good game.” 

Rafe stumbled to his feet and cleared his throat, hunched shoulders straightening as he brushed the nonexistent dust from his polo. “I should—I’m gonna, uh, get going. Wheeze asked me to help her with something for school, I should go…help her with it.” Lie. He just didn’t know what to do other than go.

“Right, yeah, of course. You should go.” Lie. You just didn’t know what to do other than let him. 

He rocked on the balls of his feet awkwardly a few times, hands shoved into his shorts pockets awkwardly. “I’ll text you later?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Cool, uh. Bye then.” 

You watched him leave, watched him let himself out and make his way down the walk and climb into his truck, wanting to say something more but losing your chance the second he drove away. 

“Shit,” You breathed, burying your face in your hands. It seemed like a smart plan at the time, but now having said and done it, kissing Rafe—kissing your best friend who didn’t feel the same way about you—was the stupidest idea you’d ever had. 

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You’d just gotten settled into bed when you heard a commotion at your window that sounded suspiciously like pebbles clinking against the glass, and you knew who it was in an instant. There was only one person who preferred the throwing rocks at your window method over texting, so when you padded over and peered outside, you weren’t surprised to see Rafe grinning back up at you. 

He motioned for you to open the window and you did, retreating back to the warm comfort of your blankets as he climbed up the tree next to your room and slid inside expertly. He’d probably done the same maneuver a million times throughout your lives, though this time it was different. This time, you weren’t just two best friends having a late night hangout. The same tension from earlier was back, only this time, your kiss weighed heavy on your chest. 

“Hi,” He said quietly, brushing the leaves out of his product-less hair. The action made the soft strands flop over his forehead, giving him a younger, more boyish look. You always did enjoy this version of him. 

“Hi.” You echoed, trying to ignore the feeling it sent flip-flopping through your stomach. Rafe always gave you that feeling. 

“Mind if I sit?” 

“‘Course.” Rafe sat a sizable distance away from you at the foot of your bed, broad shoulders hunched, leg bouncing. You knew this change in demeanor was because of what you’d done earlier. 

“Can I ask—” 

“Is everything—” You pressed your lips shut, motioning for him to speak first. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He repeated, smoothing his hand over his knee as if that would stop it from shaking up and down. You merely nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to say or do anything else. “Okay. Okay, cool.” He cleared his throat, inhaling a quick breath and letting it out just as fast. “Did you mean it? Earlier, when you kissed me. Was it real?” 

“Real,” You repeated, tilting your head at him. 

“Yeah, real. Like, did you kiss me because you just wanted to win, or because you actually wanted to? Was it a real kiss? With like, real feelings behind it.” 

You knew what you wanted to say, but you just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it. Because if you said it out loud, that would make your feelings real and not just a nagging feeling deep in your chest. If you said it out loud, there was no taking it back, no fixing things if everything went wrong. This would be permanent. 

But with the way he was looking at you, the way he knew you, there was no point in lying. “It was real, Rafe. I wanted to.” 

His mouth fell into a surprised little oh, but he was quick to shift his reaction. “Think maybe you’d wanna do it again?” He asked, a genuine question marked with a hopeful smile curving his lips. 

You only had time to nod before Rafe was right up against you, hands sliding up to cup your face softly, lips meeting yours even softer. The ring on his index finger was cold against the warmth of your skin, leaving a coolness in its wake as his hand moved to settle at the back of your neck. Your hands found themselves twisting into the front of his faded Kildare Academy sweatshirt, bringing him closer to you. 

This kiss was much sweeter than the first. While that one was spur of the moment clumsy, this one was tender. Less like working towards an end goal and more like going with the flow, seeing where you’d end up. 

Rafe was panting by the time he pulled away, chest heaving as his eyes searched yours for any ounce of regret and came up empty. Then he smiled, big, wide, relieved. You didn’t think you’d ever get tired of seeing that smile, especially when it was aimed at you. 

“I’m gonna be completely honest with you, I would’ve won if you hadn’t kissed me.” He insisted, giving your neck a playful squeeze. You opened your mouth to protest, but he pressed another quick kiss against your lips. “But I don’t even mind that you played dirty, because now I’ve won the best prize of all.” 

“Oh, boo. That was so cheesy, Cameron.” 

“I got my girl, I’m allowed to be cheesy for once.” 

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Rather convenient

A/N: The name makes me giggle, deal with it. A Part 2 for Minor Inconvenience? Flashbacks are in bold. Movie scenes in Italics. Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you enjoyed it.

Pairing: Actor! Tony Stark x Actor! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, lil fluff.

Word count: 1.1k

Minor Inconvenience

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“Why the hell are you here, huh? What made you drive three hours to a town you absolutely despise to see someone I quote, ‘have no interest in whatsoever’.” The glare you send him makes him lower his gaze, letting out a frustrated sigh before moving right along to stand on his mark.

“Answer me!” you yell, storming over to your mark to make him look at you.

“Are you really that blind, Em?” his voice dropped, just barely above a whisper, eyes searching yours as they swum with anguish.

“For all these years, did you think it was my stupid family that kept bringing me back here? No. It was you. I kept coming back for you.” he got closer until you stood chest to chest, heart pounding against your ribcage, breaths mingling into one.

“You’re lying.” you murmured, trying to look elsewhere but his eyes wouldn’t let you, held you captive before his hand came up to cup your face tenderly.

“Am I?” his gaze dropped to your lips for a moment, face inching closer to yours as let out a shuddering breath.

There was a pin drop silence on set, the tension was so palpable, you’d never felt so present or alive in a moment. Taking in a deep breath, your eyes closed on cue.

“Tell me to stop, Em…”

You felt a single tear escape down your cheek before your lips touched. The magic you had felt last night came rushing back.

“I think we’re gonna go off-script. A lot. And not just on set.”

The chuckle that escaped your mouth quickly got drowned as Tony pressed his lips to yours, taking your breath away.

It was everything you had imagined and more. It wasn’t a lie that you had pictured kissing this gorgeous man in your dreams like a thousand times before. You just couldn’t believe it was happening right now, and that too not as a part of your film.

His fuller lips caressed yours almost carefully at first, testing the waters, growing confident as your hands found themselves trailing up to his hair, pulling him closer.

Fireworks.

Yes, that’s what it felt like. Fireworks lighting up your whole body, setting your entire being on fire.

He let out a soft grunt as you tugged on his hair, taking an opportunity to slip your tongue past his mouth. Tony welcomed it by sucking on it gently, hands splaying down your back to pull you closer by your hips.

You didn’t realize when he’d walked you back until your back hit the wall behind, a soft moan escaping your lips as he kissed down your neck, lifting your dress up while grazing his fingers on your soft skin.

All a part of the scene, you reminded yourself. Momentarily forgetting that you were on set and the cameras were rolling.

It was a task in itself.

Parting from his intoxicating kiss was hard. But you did eventually, resting your forehead against his as you caught your breath.

“Well Miss Y/L/N…” he smirked, caressing your cheek lightly.

“I don’t think we’ve got anything to worry about tomorrow.”

“Is that so, Mr. Stark?” you whispered, giving him a little push so he fell back on the bed. His cock twitched under his pants at your words. And he didn’t even have to ask you to call him Mr. Stark.

His fingers lightly teased your thighs, leaving sparks in their wake as you continued kissing. Tapping your thigh as your cue to jump, Tony caught your legs as they wrapped around his torso, kissing down your neck. You let out another soft moan as his cock teasingly brushed against your clothed core, desire pooling between your legs.

“Still believe I’m lying?”

Tony smirked against your flushed skin as he felt you tug on his hair, a way to get him to quit teasing. With every contact of his semi-hard cock, your blush grew deeper, the fact that you were on a set with more than twenty people watching made it worse.

“And cut! That was excellent!”

He didn’t let you go immediately after the director yelled cut, instead he held onto you, gently letting you back on your feet but staying close.

“Could you give us a minute, please?” Tony called out to the director, waiting for them to clear out. While they did, Tony chuckled and lay his head on your shoulder.

“Look what you did, Miss Y/L/N.”

Purposely brushing his groin against yours, he made his erect cock poke at your clothed entrance, eliciting a gasp. Grinning, you grabbed his hand and made his fingers brush along your moist panties, letting him know he wasn’t the only one affected.

“We’re terribly unprofessional.”

“My van. Five minutes.” he muttered in a hurry, stealing a quick kiss before heading out to his vanity van, giving you a wink over his shoulder.

Sure enough, you found yourself gripping onto his shoulders while he pounded into you, the dresser inside his van bearing the brunt of his thrusts along with you. Trying your best to stifle your moans, you bit down on his shoulder, feeling him tug on your hair.

“Hey! No biting.” he warned, secretly enjoying it though.

“What are concealers for, hmm?” you smirked, running your tongue over the mark you’d made.

After last night, you couldn’t get enough of him. What began as a soft but passionate kiss had quickly escalated into more, on his bed, then in front of a floor length mirror in the hotel room, and then in his shower. And you still weren’t content. The man was like a drug.

“You left the door unlocked?” you whispered as you glanced at the door which was casually left unlocked.

“That’s half the fun, sweetheart.” Tony grunted against your hair, his hips never faltering while your hand accidentally knocked off some of the knick-knacks kept on the dresser.

He had a point. The rush of excitement you felt knowing anybody could walk in on you sent your body into overdrive, your walls fluttered around him, bringing you to an early orgasm.

Tony spilled into the condom shortly after, leaving feather-light kisses along your neck while you came down from your high.

“How are you still single?” he asked softly, helping you put your underwear back on.

“Could ask you the same thing, Stark.” you fixed your hair in the mirror, the post-sex flush on your skin still evident.

“Who said I was?” He hummed in response, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“What?”

Your heart was beating wildly against your chest, hands remained glued to your side waiting for an explanation.

“I mean, I met this great girl on set, it’s quite new, she’s amazing though, smart, funny, beautiful. Borderline sex addict. Perfect for me.”

[yoimix]

「 inazuma summer session 」 

“you should tell him,” yoimiya chirps, her arms snaking around your shoulders to slump over you. “what’s the worst that could happen? he tells the whole country he rejected you?”

your gaze finally turns from AYATO in his pristine blue yukata, enjoying the food at the festival stands and no doubt torturing the poor vendor with his demands and suggestions.

“yoimiya!” you huff. “don’t be so loud.”

“he’s like a billion miles away, you just have tunnel vision.” you can feel her teasing grin.

really, what could go wrong letting the loudest girl in the nation know who holds the key to your heart? you couldn’t last a second against her knowing smile and feline gaze. your dear friend is also a master extortionist. 

“at least tell ayaka. i’m sure she’d understand,” yoimiya suggests, calming down. it’s a good thing her emotional intelligence prevents her from blurting it out to everyone.

“no way! what if she hates me?” you turn around worried. “i can’t throw away years of friendship just because i have a stupid crush on her brother!”

yoimiya hums. “to be fair, the crush is also years old.”

you shake your head. “no way.”

she sighs, finally plopping down beside you. “well then, it’s another summer of inaction. i can’t believe you’re leaving me hanging when you could be giving me juicy details about how the commissioner—”

“yo-i-mi-ya!” you cover your ears, heat rushing to your face.

“i didn’t even finish,” she mumbles. “you have a dirty mind, my dear (name).”

the remark cause even more heat to flood your cheeks and before you can respond, you notice yoimiya signalling to someone in the distance.

“who was that?” you try to turn your head but she places her hands around it to keep it in place.

“ah! i have to- uh- i have to go launch the fireworks! wait for me at our spot, alright?”

you furrow your eyebrows but you can barely get a word out before she’s disappeared in a flash.

“my lord?”

you whip your head around to the source of the voice, only to find ayato’s gaze locked straight in your direction. you look behind you in a panic, just to make sure, and turn back to return a shaky wave. the yashiro commissioner really shouldn’t be having this effect on you.

you almost don’t notice thoma and ayaka share a look before she covers her face with her fan, shakes her head and snaps it close. her face is positively beaming and she nearly runs over to you—unusual of a lady, as she says. 

“my, you’re quite excited today, ayaka,” ayato remarks, pace slightly increasing to catch up while poor thoma makes a dash behind them with boxes of snacks.

“i had to drag my brother out, (name),” she huffs, a familiar look of determination in her eyes. you’ve only ever seen it when she’s swordfighting. you blink in surprise.

“i’ve always believed in you!” she announces, hands curled up into balls as she holds them up. “all the best!”

thoma looks like he’s in physical pain with how obvious ayaka’s made it. “...my lady?”

“thoma, will you accompany me to the dango store? i’m quite frustrated with brother’s ideas.”

ayato frowns, genuine surprise flashing over his eyes for a fraction of a second. “you never said that, ayaka.”

ayaka takes shallow breaths before walking over to the stores down the path. thoma gives you a slight nod and small grin before trailing behind her.

“well, that was quite... odd.” ayato’s eyes narrow, his face slacking as he goes deep into thought.

you think he looks quite handsome like this.

you clear your throat to rid yourself of the thoughts. you don’t want some sort of awkward air settling between the two of you.

“oh!” he exclaims. “i didn’t mean to lose myself there. though i suppose i have an answer.”

you tilt your head, and the faintest shimmer passes over ayato’s eyes at your soft movement. 

“shall we head to the fireworks viewing spot, dear?”

there he goes again. you’re sure he calls you dear just to tease your poor heart out of your ribcage. and you’re sure your soul will fly straight to your grave if this continues—for his hand brushes ever so lightly against yours on the short journey up.

no, it really will because the brush turns into a firm grip over your hand.

“ayato, you’re surely—“ he’s teasing you, isn’t he? you can see him laugh despite himself.

you furrow your brows, a pout following.

“a festival is the best place for this, isn’t it? i’ve always wanted to visit on a night like this.”

you drop your pout when you see him take in his surroundings. there’s so much he’s missed. and you’ve foolishly waited for all these years. you’ve seen him grow up from a boy just trying to protect his sister into the capable yashiro commissioner he is now. this is his first time enjoying a festival too, and not just organizing it. surely, you can be a little less selfish on his account. 

the moon is full and bright tonight. if only you’d get to tell him, if only there weren’t years of wasted chances between the two of you.

though you’ve noticed, the distance between the two of you now isn’t much.

you tug at his sleeve, making him turn around. his eyes linger over you for longer than they should, pools of whispered confessions, and you can’t wait anymore. 

“i love you!” you blurt, your eyes closing in panic. “and i want to spend so much more time with you, it’s killing me. ayato, i...”

you stop yourself and open your eyes to see the wonder on ayato’s face. the sound of your voice rings terribly loud in your ears, and you almost fail to notice the bright fireworks behind you were it not for ayato’s eyes traveling towards them. you turn around, a smile adorning your lips immediately. nothing ever makes you quite so speechless, quite so content as fireworks. this time, they’re blue like the kamisato crest with a baby pink center like yumemiru leaves. you’ve adored these trees for the longest time—and each summer memory associated with this place. yoimiya surely didn’t have that in mind, did she?

ayato takes a step forward to stand beside you, and when you look at him, his gaze is already on you. the eye contact makes you shy away. 

“they’re beautiful,” he whispers. “as ever.”

“did- did you hear what i said?” you ask nervously, your outburst flooding into your memory as you try to keep the embarrassment at bay.

“i’m sorry.” ayato gazes at you with a placid expression. “i didn’t quite catch that.”

your heart drops. you don’t think you can quite build up enough tension to say that again.

“it’s nothing, ayato,” you whisper meekly. 

“oh? i would’ve loved to chat over some tea.” a small smile has come to bloom on his face. “a little... date, is it?”

you breathe in sharply, and the discomposure from that noise causes you to go silent for a few seconds.

“i cleared my schedule for you tonight—if you’re willing to accompany me, that is.”

“of course!” you respond far too quick, the blood in your veins racing at an impossible speed. 

what curbs the embarrassment of nearly choking over your own words is the gentle grip over your hand leading you down the yumemiru-lined path. surely, and you say this with confidence, there will be no more summers of inaction.

[saintship]

Also, i forgot to write this on my request, but if u could, i would love it if the reader is a female, since i'm a girl :).

Summary: f!reader has a journal listing ‘imperfections’ and ‘perfections’, but one category is severely lacking. König & the 141 find this journal by accident. I edited the phone to a journal for the sake of the plot

A/N: I really hope you can find people in your life to confide in, body image is a beast

Cw: discussion of body image and esteem

König & 141 x f!reader - Perfections

Your view of your body was never straightforward, every day a different perspective, a different shift of blame. Some days ran smoother than others.

For the days that left you wishing to crawl out of your skin, it felt like your options were scarce.

You started writing.

The morning after New Year's; murmured goodbyes and pounding heads. You knew you'd be finding glitter in your hair for a week, but considered the night a success anyway. It was a silent victory to have celebrated as a host in the first place; it took confidence to house your closest friends and colleagues, let alone with alcohol involved.

Simon left first; he had woken before you and sent a sweet text before slipping out the door. Gaz and Johnny left together nearly clinging to each other for stability with quiet grumbles of their mysterious bruises. Konig rose heavily, his accent thicker with sleep when he hugged you goodbye and thanked you for the lovely night.

But John hadn't slept there; he'd stayed up past everyone along with you, helping you with the trash and streamers before sitting with you and just talking for hours. He told you about his family; his nieces and nephews that he missed so much, he told you how people like you are what allow him to bend and not break. But just before he left, he remarked he'd left his leather-bound notepad in the other room. He hadn't gotten to his feet before you were on your way to retrieve it for him, afraid that if you let him do another kind thing for you, you might start crying.

Carefully walking through the sleeping forms of your friends, you saw a faded journal on the desk that John had sat near for some of the party, retrieved it, and pulled a blanket over a shivering Simon before returning to the living room and seeing your Captain out the door.

It wasn’t until the first day back from your leave that you realized your mistake. You’d packed nearly everything to return to your on-base living space, but were tearing apart the apartment trying to find your journal. Images of an inspector or your landlord finding the pages where you’d laid your heart out flitted anxiously behind your eyes. That page. A neat T-chart you’d created on a whim, both to try a more organized method of expression, and to hide it all away on a physical copy. For yours eyes only.

One side, a list of attributes that kept you awake,

Stomach, thighs,

and also kept you in bed.

Voice -> too deep, cheeks,

A tangible admission.

The other half was meant to house what you did enjoy about yourself; the small things, the things you took solace in, the acts you did just because you knew it was the right thing to do. What you’re proud of.

But it only bore the marks of the times the ball of the pen had tapped the paper as you fidgeted. It was as empty as you felt when you tried to answer that question. ‘What do you like about yourself?’

Finally, beside the stand mixer, you saw a journal. But as you inspected it, it proved to not be yours. It was smaller, more pristine. Looking on the inside cover, your heart dropped.

J.P.

It had been days. He saw it. There was hardly any chance he hadn’t.

You sped on your way to the base, the horror and embarrassment feeling like fireworks being set off in your ribcage. You abandoned your luggage, first racing inside and impatiently tapping your FOB key to gain access to the office building and sprinting to his office, his rightful notepad in your hand.

Your heart pounded as you collected yourself enough to knock inconspicuously.

“It’s open.”

He was sitting in his mess of paperwork, one hand flipping through a folder in front of him while the other cradled a pen between his middle and forefinger.

“Bright and early, huh? You even moved back in yet?”

His eyes wavered briefly from what laid in front of him.

“Uh—no. No, I wanted to.. you left this.” You set down his notepad, your heart in your throat.

“Right.. got a bit switched up that night, didn’t ya?”

He reached into a drawer, handing you what was yours.

“Thanks. Can’t keep my head screwed on without writin’ shit down.”

You nodded, but still felt a tightness in your abdomen as you spoke.

“Did you happen to.. open this?” You faintly held up the journal.

His eyes flickered to you, then to the wall, then to his desk, his hand fidgeting uncomfortably.

“You should get settled in.”

You knew to accept his tone; the conversation was over.

The walk back to your car felt heavy, like you’d just been scolded by the principal. He hadn’t even done anything to criticize you, and yet you couldn’t shake the tension that stiffened your hand as you grasped the journal at your side. You shoved the journal between the tightened straps of a duffel bag, shouldering that and carrying the rest of your things to your room. Normally you would have one headphone in as you unpacked, taking breaks to visit with the people you hadn’t seen in weeks before wandering back into your space and setting up for another year of your service. But you’d gotten there early; you didn’t feel like music, you didn’t feel like turning the light on, you didn’t feel like doing anything. You opened your journal.

Stomach, thighs,

He’d crossed it.

Voice -> too deep, cheeks,

Why?

What was next to it seemed to release every tensed muscle in your concerned expression, an airy feeling rising in your head.

Perfections

Eyes like stars, soft cheeks

-K

Cute smile, soothing voice

-J.M.

Gorgeous face, stunning top to bottom

-K.G.

Body of a protector, mind of a friend

-S.R.

Wits of steel, feats of a mad woman

-J.P.

There were more, scattered down the page and into the next, the first column forgotten in a crashing sea of praising anecdotes, messages, and love.

Even if you couldn’t see the parts of yourself that were beautiful and important, they were still there.

[brotherscain]

anatomy of a firework

wincest, pre-series ficlet

set during july 4th 1996

it’s july 4th 1996 and dean’s been steadily stocking a crate of fireworks for a couple weeks now, whole time thinking to himself how much sammy’s gonna freak over it. john bails. case got him a few days away already. it’s just him and sam and dean doesn’t know why but he wants to do this right. doesn’t even know what the fuck that means.

they grab burgers from the only diner shitty enough to stay open on the holiday. it’s hot and sticky, and sam insists on a rocket pop anyway. they roll up to the field, sam pulling the chewed wooden stick out of his mouth to ask what’s going on. and dean smiles, loves that he’s getting one over on him. loves even more that there’s no way sam won’t love it too.

sam protests, weakly, when dean lugs it all out of the trunk. eyes dean warily like he hasn’t put down a dozen monsters, he couldn’t possibly know how to light a damn sparkler. and then sam loosens, grins up at the show dean’s put on just for him. spins and spins under the falling embers with a laugh he hasn’t let off in years. dean finds him under the shower of light, and he swells. dean loves him. never wants it to end. wants to run out and steal a dozen more to keep sam exactly as he is, forever if he could.

when it’s done they figure the cops will be by soon. dean’s ears are ringing, sam’s all flushed and bright eyed. a fuse starts burning behind dean’s ribcage. he can feel it reaching the spark. his heart might burst if he doesn’t get it out of him right now, and he hasn’t got a clue what to say.

how did you like it?

i did this for you.

you looked beautiful out there. wanted to feel you.

i do it all for you, you know? you do know that, right?

dean didn’t say any of it. couldn’t get it out over the beating in his chest. got in the car, heard two doors slam shut. sam started saying something lame, probably about the gunpowder making him loopy or some shit but dean couldn’t hear any of it. just saw his baby brother, his sammy, so full of life and because dean made it that way. oh, fuck, his heart never hurt this much. it wanted out, it wanted to blow up inside him and paint the car red with all the dumb, dangerous, terrible things dean was thinking.

sam stopped babbling, looked at dean with worry. it was all dean could do not to burst open right there and spill his guts all over them. sammy, i’ve thought about you in the shower. i’ve thought about your whines smothered against my belly while you rut against me. sammy, i’ve wanted you for forever and i don’t know how to make it stop feeling like this.

dean leaned in and kissed him. and everything inside him took off as a bleary streak.

[kanene-yaaay]

Bonds, Friendship and other strange things that are affected by it

Kanene’s notes: It’s been! A long time!! What a hello! :D Uhhhh, tbh, I am not sure when this is going to be posted because I haven’t finished writing the ending yet but at the same time I can’t think of an ending for it so dfgthyujuhygtffg let’s see which part of me will win when this comes out xD

(Edit: So, I came here to post it unfinished but !!! a suden lighting of inspiration striked me so!! dfhyujikjh yay! another fic! lets gooo)

Warnings: None. Around 1000 words of Lee!Percy and Ler!Grover because those two are incredibly fun and cool to be around and think about.

[~*~]

Grover cared about Percy. He really did. Of course. No one would create a bond that can possibily cost your life with someone that you didn’t trust as if the own Destiny had intertwined your existences to follow each other at the hardest times. Especially if that other person was a half-blood that was more into fights, problems and almost-death situations than most teenagers could admit.

So, yes, he loved Percy. He was his friend. His best friend. And maybe a brother, but this title was already well placed in Tyson and he was not about to fight a three foot tall cyclop for it. He had enough fighting and marrying cyclops for his life. Thank you very much.

Anyway. Love and Care. Yeah.

But this was starting to get ridiculous.

Happiness and joy exploded in his chest like fireworks being set off just under his skin, leaving his entire body with a buzzing, kind of tickly feeling running just about everywhere.

"My gods, Percy, I am not even touching you!!" He had to almost physically bite the giggles that threatened to spill from his throat.

Percy wasn't so lucky. His face was already beginning to be tainted with red by both the unstoppable onslaught of titters and snickers and the embarrassment of Grover being absolutely right.

"Shut up, shut up. You're so stupid, this is so stuhuhupid!"

"Really?" Grover rested his hands on the other's sides and almost jumped in surprise with the phantom feeling of ticklish shock that made his body want to curl in a ball of protection.

It was no surprise when the younger began kicking and crackling even before Grover squeezed the tickle spot as if his life depended on it.

"Pehercy! There is no way someone can be that ticklish!"

“Shuhut it!”

And that was the thing: Percy was actually NOT that ticklish. He swear that he wasn’t! If he crumbled just with the slightly hint of wiggly fingers and a couple of squeezes, Annabeth would have destroyed him on all their playful debates for now. Damn, if he was that sensitive, he wouldn't have survived his own childhood with a mother that was as sweet and as lovely as merciless during an attempt to cheer her son up.

But he couldn’t articulate this. Not when that dumb bond could make him feel not only his own butterflies flying and dancing crazy on his stomach, but also that sunny feeling of a playful joy that he was sure that came from Grover's pride making the Son of Poseidon, who survived two gigantic wars and another countless life-threatening fights, die with just some digging on his ribcage and oh, shit he was getting higher, nononono-

"Stohohohop!!" He arched his back, hands holding Grover's wrists but too much weak to push the scribbling fingers that were focusing too much in that awful space between each rib to be fair away. He was sure the entire world could hear the way his laughter got higher and louder even before Grover decided to close his hands in fists and drill his knuckles on the skin. 

For a moment Percy almost regreted embarassing his friend in front of Juniper, but the feeling almost as quick as it was gone. 

"I hahahahate this. I hate this so much!"

Grover didn't even falter for a second, barely stopping to acknowledge the happy warmth - like watching the sunrise in the beach with your favorite people around you - that definitely wasn't only his taking over his senses before answering. "Yes, Percy, of course you do. Just like fishes hate water, but you do."

"I'm serious!"

"I am literally agreeing with you, dude."

"No, you're not!"

"Now you're just making stuff up."

And before Percy could protest more Grover decide to finally end the other's suffering and worm his way to the armpits with ease pratice, barely fliching at the honest-to-the-gods scream that came out from his friend's mouth before he fell in silent laughter, his entire body shaking with every giggle and hands twitching between hiding his face every time another snort was fished from his throat or keep trying (and failing) in pry the offending fingers from their unfair, drilling attack on the ticklish pits.

A faintly sound of leaves moving was the only warning that they weren’t alone anymore. Grover smiled even before the so known amused voice called their attention.

"Oh, it's you. I thought the Stymphalian birds were back for revenge. Hi, seaweed brain."

“Hey, Annabeth!”

With all the noise, Grover was surprised Annabeth took as long as she did to appear.

Percy seemed to think otherwise.

"No!" Suddenly his efforts to escape got 10 times worse, which, since he really wasn't trying to truly get away from the very beginning, made it see like Grover was fighting against an old lazy chihuahua. "How did you find us!"

"Did he interrupt your date again?"

At the reminder, Grover fred the rest of his fingers to claw at Percy's belly - right above his bellybutton, wehere were storaged the best collection of snorts and shrieks, while his thumbs were still drumming on his armpits.

"Yes." He had to shout above the other's high pitched laughter. "And it's Kill Percy Thursday!"

“How could I forget?” The blonde started cracking her fingers, making bubbly excitment run so quickly and strongly in his senses that Grover had to stop the tickling to snicker, instinctively fliching away. Annabeth eyed both of them with a glint of fondness and amusement that did nothing to hide the pure mischieviousness taking over her expressions. “By the way, I think I am owned some revenge since someone decided to prank me with those fake books last week.”

“It was good knowing you, dude.”

Joy and warmth and pride and care chasing each other in his chest while he tried to keep the daughter of Athena away from his tickle spots with no sucess.

The things he had to put up with because of his friends, really.

[nectarinesalt]

TICK // 18.1 - devil woman

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, graphic sexual content)

Word Count: 1600

A/N: *fun, dirty, fluffy ;)

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I've had nothing, but bad luck Since the day I saw the cat at my door So I came into you sweet lady Answering your mystical call

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May 16, 1984 - junior year

Neither of you could sleep that night after vandalizing Higgins' house. Maybe it was the thrill of breaking the law, or maybe it was the thrill of sneaking your boyfriend into your room.

The more time that went on, the more you realized just how much you loved disobeying rules and keeping little secrets to yourself. Eddie's risky, unpredictable behavior was gradually rubbing off on you.

Regardless, you could never get enough of spending time with Eddie, talking to him for hours about random shit. 

"Didn't you tell me a while back that your parents wouldn't let you have a lock on your door?"

Eddie laid beside you, interlocking his bandaged fingers with yours. You chuckled to yourself at his question. Turning on your side to look at him, you memorized every detail of his face, even in the darkened bedroom. 

You looked at him nearly every day, and still you couldn't help it. The idea of ever forgetting this beautiful face was a rotten intrusive thought that crossed your mind, like the flashing, haunted memories of a bad dream.

Pushing away any unwelcome worries, you traced a finger over the tattoo on his bare chest.

"Yeah, they used to be like that. Before my mom left."

The brown eyed boy, half naked in your bed, lifted an eyebrow at you. "Who installed the lock?"

"I did."

"Really?"

"Is it that hard to imagine a woman using a screwdriver?"

Eddie snorted, running a hand down his face. "No, that's not what I meant. I don't know. I've never installed a lock before. I guess I'm just constantly impressed by you."

You didn't immediately respond to his compliment, choosing instead to stare at him quietly, blushing like an idiot at his words.

But then you were suddenly reminded of Eddie's surprise party you had planned that upcoming weekend.

"What are you doing this weekend? Saturday night?"

He pretended to think for a moment, humming to himself. "Oh, you know, the usual… I have a few cars lined up to throw some fireworks at… Hopper even said he might join me. And then I was thinking of following in my dad's footsteps and selling some drugs since I got kicked out of sch-"

"Eddie!" you hissed at him, pinching the pale skin of his ribcage. 

"Ow! Sorry! Bad joke, too soon." Eddie rolled over to face you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I have Hellfire Club on Friday night. I'm all yours on Saturday."

You inched closer to him. "My dad is going out of town this weekend," you mumbled, reaching a hand slowly towards his boxer shorts. "You can come stay the night here again. I kind of like harboring fugitives in my bedroom."

His breath hitched as you made contact with his cock through the thin fabric. 

"I… uh," the boy stuttered, grabbing onto your waist. "I'm not exactly a fugitive. Just a criminal."

You kissed him gently at first, trying to draw him in closer, if possible. You could tell by Eddie's heavy breathing and the hardness between his legs that he enjoyed your indirect touch, your short nails just slightly skimming his most sensitive parts through the shorts.

Eddie twitched when you grabbed his length completely. His hands roamed your chest, pushing up your loose shirt. 

The feeling of his teeth on your nipples was one of your favorite things - Eddie was almost always focused on pleasure, not so much pain. But when it came to your breasts, he seemed to be an animal unhinged, biting you, leaving love marks on the undersides of them. 

You had always been a little self-conscious about your breasts, but the man in your arms now made you feel like every flaw you ever thought you had, was actually perfection in disguise.

You had to stifle the noises that threatened to leave your mouth when he bit you roughly. You pulled down his shorts, giving into your complete need for him. Eddie must have felt it, too, because he lifted his hips without hesitation to allow you to undress him.

"I don't have a condom," he mumbled against your skin, the tips of his fingers already inside of you.

"That's fine."

You crawled onto him, straddling him, purposely pressing your damp panties against his cock.

Eddie's face held a playful smile, his hands pulling at the elastic of your underwear. "Umm... are you crazy? I'm not about to risk it for the biscuit." 

You leaned forward, laying a small kiss to his jaw.

"I wasn't asking you to risk anything."

Your kisses trailed lower… past the tattoo on his chest, past the birthmark near his hip bone that you had memorized like the back of your hand.

"I figured…" you dug your nails into his thighs, making him gasp. "I figured I kind of owe you after all your hard work earlier."

You winked at him, and then took him into your mouth. 

"Oh, fuck."

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Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast

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After a few hours of sleep that night, you successfully flung Eddie out of your bedroom window so he could make his grand escape. 

He had arranged for Gareth and his older brother to pick him up around the corner, away from Richard Buckley's oblivious presence downstairs.

You entered the kitchen casually, grabbing a coffee mug and pouring yourself some of the hot, dark liquid. You tried to ignore the pleasure you felt from your sore breasts as they made contact with the fabric of your sweater, memories of your fun night with Eddie still clear in your mind.

Your daydreaming didn't last long, though. 

"So, I see that you brought my truck back in one piece."

Shit.

You choked on your coffee, not realizing that your father was in the doorway. His arms were crossed with the daily paper tucked under them. 

"Dad! I can explain." You put down the mug, holding your hands up in front of you. "Let me explain."

He glared at you for a moment, and didn't let you continue. "What explanation do you have? That is my work truck, young lady, not some beat up car you can take for a joyride in the middle of the night."

You tried to rack your brain for an excuse, or even how your father knew you left last night at all. He was a notoriously heavy sleeper. But you didn't have to wonder for long as your dad kept talking, his face turning red with anger.

"Kate woke in the middle of the night and saw the truck pulling back in the driveway. She claims that there were three people coming back into the house. So help me God, girl, if you brought that hellion into my home…"

Shit, shit, shit.

And then the voice of your savior sounded from the stairs. 

"That was my friend… Ashley," Robin said with unexpected confidence. "Long, brown, curly hair? Yeah, her parents were fighting last night so I wanted to go pick her up."

Richard Buckley was ten times more likely to believe Robin over you. It had always been that way, stemming from you ditching church on Sundays in your freshman year and becoming permanent the day you discovered his affair. He was never one to hide the fact that Robin was his favorite daughter.

He sighed, pressing down the sparse patch of hair on the top of his shiny head.

"You should have asked me first, Robin."

"We didn't want to wake you," Robin replied simply, passing him in the doorway and making her way to the fridge for orange juice. "C'mon, sis, we're about to miss the bus."

On your way to the bus stop on the corner, you squinted through your sunglasses at the morning sun. Your younger sister strolled beside you, blue eyes amused.

"Did you and Ashley have fun last night?" she said with a grin, voice heavy with insinuation.

"Oh, yeah, she's quite a lovely girl."

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She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you

☾

"Well, well. Look who it is, the lucky man of the hour," Gareth bumped fists with Eddie as he leapt into the car.

"Thanks for the ride, fellas. I couldn't stick around there much longer. Hell hath no fury like a dickhead father scorned."

Gareth's older brother, Taron, bumped fists with him too. "Don't sweat it, I have to drive this little shit to school anyways." He was a year or two older than Eddie and one of the original members of the Hellfire Club. 

Ignoring his brother's rude remark, Gareth craned his neck towards Eddie in the backseat. "So… details?"

The Munson boy's face was stone cold. "Since when do I give you any details?"

"Well, I have to live vicariously through someone until Chrissy Cunningham notices me," Gareth explained, fiddling with the dials on the radio. "Plus, your girlfriend's kinda hot."

Eddie let out a bark of genuine laughter. "Chrissy and Jason have been together since, like, kindergarten. Keep dreaming, big boy."

Then he smacked Gareth on the back of the head. "And that's for calling my girl kinda hot. When, obviously, she is really hot."

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I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I'd came there for

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(song lyrics credit: "Devin Woman" by Cliff Richard)

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

A VARIETY OF HARRY POTTER BOY IMAGINES

Love Confessions (silent, angry, etc)

Harry James Potter

It was a quarter past six, and the sun timidly emerged on the horizon.

You and Harry had quietly snuck out early, donning scarves around your necks and stolen hot chocolate from the great room.

Visible puffs of breath hung in the air as the two of you strolled through the courtyard.

"My glasses are fogging up," Harry half-laughed, a lopsided grin gracing his face—the kind of look you could never tire of.

"Here," you handed him your mug, deftly removing his glasses and wiping them with the sleeve of your sweater.

His gaze softened as he observed you, his chest aching for reasons beyond the cold.

A soft smile played on your lips as you returned the cleared glasses to his face.

"Perfect," you said, grinning.

Ronald Bilius Weasley

The fireplace crackled, releasing a puff of smoke into the room.

Having returned from a chilly afternoon in Hogsmeade, you and Ron opted to cozy up in front of the fireplace.

A chess board occupied the space between you, accompanied by the treats acquired in Hogsmeade casually strewn to the side.

"Checkmate," Ron declared, a smirk playing on his lips as he unwrapped a chocolate candy.

You playfully rolled your eyes, grabbing the candy from his hands. "I let you win."

He laughed. "Sure you did."

You shrugged, popping the candy into your mouth. Without a second thought, Ron reached across the chessboard, wiping the corner of your mouth.

"You're a mess," he half-laughed, and you looked away, cheeks aching from smiling.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

The air hung heavy and still, as if the slightest sound could shatter the silence.

Draco sat on the staircase, his head buried in his hands, a level of distress you'd never witnessed in him before.

"Why is this so hard?" you questioned, running your hands through your hair before letting them rest at the base of your neck.

"Because," he began, drawing out the word, his voice low and uncertain. Abruptly, he lifted his head and stood up.

"What are you—"

"Shut up," he interrupted, stepping closer, his hands grasping either side of your face.

Your mouths collided, breaths melding into a heated mess.

He pulled away for a moment, smirking against your lips. "Because of this."

Cedric Diggory

The field resounded with noise.

Cheers erupted, the stands quivered, and your heart thudded against your ribcage.

The Hufflepuff had secured their first Quidditch victory, and yet, your thoughts centered on a particular brunette seeker.

You joined the rush onto the field, and amidst the celebration, it didn't take long to spot Cedric in the midst of the crowd, holding a towering golden trophy.

Eagerly, you sprinted toward him, and as you approached, he handed off the prize and enveloped you in a tight embrace.

Cedric spun you around, laughter resonating through his chest.

"Oh god, you were everything!" you exclaimed over the roaring crowd, and he responded by squeezing you even tighter.

Fred Weasley

Each step guided your chest to rise, Fred's palms covering your eyes as he led you.

Exiting the Great Hall after dinner, Fred whisked you outdoors, draping a scarf around you in his mischievous manner. Chuckling to himself, he brought you to a halt in front of a railing.

"Ready?" he asked, the hint of a smile evident in his voice.

You nodded, and he removed his hands. A brief silence enveloped the scene, darkness prevailing until a burst of light filled the air—a firework exploding.

They continued, one after the other, each eruption illuminating your eyes with a vibrant array of colors.

"This is amazing," you exclaimed, stealing a glance at Fred, who was already focused on you.

He grinned, encircling you with an arm and pulling you closer to his chest.

"You're amazing," he murmured, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

George Weasley

The library sat vacant, save for a handful of students scattered at tables.

You and George occupied seats across from each other, a spread of books lying between.

With the owls exam looming, George had volunteered to keep you company during the late-night study session.

Although he proved to be more of a distraction, the company was welcomed.

"Take a look at this one," he suggested, handing you an open book. Placing it down, you began to read, only to flip a page and discover a hidden note.

In messy cursive, it read, "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a laugh, but George was already ahead.

"You're cute," you remarked in a mocking tone.

He shrugged, still smiling.

[bardicbeetle]

side wounds - Vee the Vampire

Happy Valentines Day, please enjoy Vee getting one of his ribs prized out of his chest <3 content warnings: vampire typical violence, mild gore

“Hush, cooperate and you might see the sunrise yet.” It’s lying to him again. What a delight. He’d say at least he’s not alone anymore—but it would almost be preferable to this. The words had been prompted by an outcry he couldn’t hold back—and one that is currently being threatened with a follow up of either screaming or cursing or vomiting and—

—fuck fuck fuck its hand twists against the spot it’s pressed into, where Vee knows he has at least one broken rib and the movement lights his whole chest on fire with pain.

Screaming ends up winning out.

At least until the monster’s other hand grabs his face, shoving two fingers into his open mouth far enough to make him gag, biting down in an attempt to make them withdraw or at the very least go still. The grip makes him think of Galen—lower half of his jaw torn off, two thirds of a head to be kicked across the floor. It wouldn’t be hard from here, two fingers in his mouth, thumb pressing under his chin so hard Vee can feel the push of it under his tongue.

“Nasty little things aren’t they, broken bones.” It’s still too dark for Vee to see much, but it sounds like it’s smiling. Voice still melodic and soft. Almost a salve to the pain, discouraging the thoughts that urge him to be afraid. “Bite all you want, angel. My hands are harder than your teeth.”

Vee thought when it came back it was going to kill him.

Hoped it was going to kill him.

Kill him just to get out of this room smelling stronger and stronger of the rot pouring from the cabinet. Just to stop the pain—of which he could take his pick, the dull ache in his chest that sharpened each time he drew breath, the incessant gnawing of hunger and its close friend thirst, which he would gladly succumb to before long if it just meant end, if it meant rest.

But no.

The monster had appeared, crouched over him with a candle in one hand that Vee had smacked away in his startled flailing. Plunging only himself into darkness as the thing fell on him, its hands digging into his sides, sharp nails piercing through cloth into skin, sharper teeth in his throat like needles of ice. He thought it was going to kill him.

But it had stopped. Drawn back to its crouch and left him bleeding on the floor again.

And then it is on him. Different, further back. A knee pressed into his chest. Vee doesn’t dare move, hardly breathes. Its fingers searched along his flesh until it found what it seemed to be looking for.

Pushing a flat palm hard into his ribcage—

—and this is where he ended up.

Held still and half-quiet by the jaw while nails—sharp nails, but still only nails—dug through his side as though he were a fish to be gutted and boned. Breathing ragged and uneven as the thing slowly sinking its hand into him whispered false comforts that he nearly believed.

It’s hard to think.

Spit runs down his chin, sweat coats the rest of his face, his side is warm and wet with his own blood. It’s strange. He can feel the ragged edges of the hole torn into him, feel movement as his muscles convulse and riot at the intrusion, hear the awful wet sounds whenever the monster adjusts its hand. But it’s not until he actually feels it take hold of a rib that the pain comes back, like a white hot spearhead of agony that the obstruction of his mouth can’t fully quiet.

“Ah, shhh, quiet angel—” Vee’s near gagged cries cut off into silence, “—it’s almost done. You wouldn’t want this catching on your lungs—” There are a pair of sickening wet snaps that he feels more than hears, and a slow pulling as the hand now clutching his fully broken rib withdraws from the cavity it had dug. The sharp edges of split bone catching on his already ruined flesh, little fireworks along his nerves, almost pleasant in comparison to the rest. “—there you are. Beautiful.”

It's cold.

Air touches parts of him it should never touch.

Though the same could be said for the hand.

All at once it releases him, vanishing back into the shadows. Whatever it had been whispering that dampened the pain went with it, and Vee rolls onto his side, retching and heaving with nothing to spill. There is a clatter, and a brief stirring of air as one of the tall candleabras is lit behind him.

Vee doesn’t look.

He would like to keep his nightmares free from whatever that thing looks like with his blood smeared across its face and hands. So he stays where he is, curled on the cold stone floor, the hole in his side still pouring red heat out below him.

He is alone again, or he is going to pretend that he is for his own goddamn sanity.

In the room now both rotted and bloodied.

He is going to die here.

Another clatter as something hits the ground beside his head. Close enough that he doesn’t need to move from where he is curled in on himself, nor even shift his head to see.

His rib.

Soft white against grey.

Licked clean.

He is going to die here.

@flyingbananasaur / @abalonetea / @meatandboneasmr / @captain-kraken / @albatris / @excessive-vampires / @booptasticbadonkadonk

[1000punks]

bonding. ⁰⁸//reversing

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary OC)

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. hurt/comfort, angst, canon-typical descriptions of gaslighting/manipulation.

word count: 5,061

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. lots of gooey romantic smut while these two slowly figure out their future together.

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

header credit: MANTIS. // @astarionposting

It was hard to slip into a trance, even with his face buried in his imp's chest, and their arm draped over his back. Festé had fallen asleep while petting over his scars and through his hair, and he had enjoyed every moment of it. Astarion tried again, screwing his eyes shut and counting their heartbeats in his mind. He let their rhythmic breathing lull him back to relaxation, their chest rising and falling slowly. The elf turned his head, opting to rest his cheek on their shoulder, and to brush his lips against their neck. They shifted slightly, and splayed their hand against his back before relaxing it. Astarion continued to count, letting his mind wander. As if it weren't enough to be next to them twenty-four hours a day, Festé often made starring appearances in his thoughts and memories. Greedy, he thought, to have them all to himself, and to still desire more from them.

Regardless, tonight he remembered the very first time he opened up to them, to anyone, about his vampirism. Astarion heaved a sigh and recalled how they had looked when he had been caught bending over their bedroll. Almost demure, definitely curious, but not the least bit fazed. He relaxed and slipped into the memory fully, echoes of the conversation they had had that night coming into focus.

He was studying their face as he hastily explained how he had come to be kneeling over them in the dead of night, the sudden anxiety of the situation forcing the truth out. Shit, he cursed himself, as he took in their furrowed brow and tense posture. Why did he have to pick the ranger? They may be small, but from the looks of them… Gods, he was desperate; and he needed this to work. He needed to have just a taste of power, so he whipped up a half-truth.

They softened their posture at his words, he could easily see it, but something in their eyes bore deep into his chest. He felt… exposed under their unwavering gaze. That feeling in his chest, was it shame? The imp probably saw right through him, but they were playing along anyway? Astarion felt a twinge at the very back of his skull, jerking him out of character for an instant. The damned tadpole.

Festé didn't pry, though. It was genuinely disarming, but his lips were already shaping themselves around another half-truth: "…You can trust me." The memory blurred a bit around the edges as he continued, "I only need a taste, I swear." The imp's eyes were piercing, burning; and yet they had still agreed. What were they playing at?

From there, he had shoved the confusion away, the practiced seductive notes slipping into his voice as he invited the tiefling to lay back. Astarion went for their neck, and immediately, fireworks were going off somewhere within his ribcage. The smokiness of their blood was altogether new, but it was jarring how familiar it felt at the same time. His breathing quickened, despite his best efforts to remain calm as the first swallow coursed down his throat. The elf dug his nails into the dirt involuntarily, feeling the imp struggle underneath him with the pain. They raised their hand out of his line of sight, and he only noticed when he felt their fingers tug at the front of his shirt, softly as you please.

"That's… enough," their uncharacteristically deep voice had broken the spell their blood had cast on him, and they gently pushed Astarion away.

He spoke the first genuine truth he had that night, "That… was amazing," and the tiefling's gaze was piercing once more, though they were smiling widely at him. So stupid, he thought, smiling so warmly at the beast who was sure to be one's demise. Eventually, the elf had walked away, a new spark stirring within his chest.

Unfortunately, when he found himself alone just beyond the treeline, he realized he had felt something else stirring, as well. He panted, whirling around to glance back toward the camp before letting one shoulder come to rest against a tree. Astarion felt the sharp twist of lust coupled with the instinctual revulsion, and the act of relieving himself of both only served to instill a deep confusion within him. A confusion he repressed swiftly as he hunted for something he could kill.

The memory swam before his eyes, and he was standing in the clearing outside of camp. Most of his weight was being supported by the trunk of a large tree, and he was panting and clutching his chest. He supposed that if he had possessed a beating heart, it would be arresting right now.

"Just say… your lines, you stupid elf…" he muttered harshly under his breath. Suddenly, rage flared in his chest along with the panic, and he was tearing off his shirt, throwing it aside carelessly. This was just another thing that had been tainted for him, even if he wanted to enjoy it. He pressed his back against the tree, covering his face with his hands, while a litany of whispers fell from his lips. "It's just, one more mark. You can do this. You can do this." He kneaded at his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Just do it," he snarled.

Footsteps were approaching, and his ears twitched, judging the distance: out of earshot, but not for long. Three, two, one… He stepped out from the shadows of the trees; his features composed, but the disgust barely contained.

"There you are. I've been waiting." The bile was rising in his throat, but he smirked anyway. "Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you." A harmless lie; the imp was good-looking, to be sure, but he never imagined he would be doing this again. "Waiting to have you." He looked them over, his vision going double for a moment while he fought the familiar nausea, the pit in his stomach opening up wide as he stepped towards them. He wished that he could vomit, if only just to make the feeling go away. Then he glanced up, focusing on the tiefling's eyes, and fought to keep his features blank and composed. That disarming expression again, as if the damned imp was examining his very soul. They had such a genuinely warm countenance about them, it showed in their smile. Perhaps they knew, he thought, and yet they were playing his little game.

Festé smirked, mirroring him, but their eyes burned and narrowed. "You don't have me yet," they countered in their rich, low voice. He was off-book now, taken aback, but the moves were more or less the same.

The memory blurred and faded slightly. He hadn't wanted to remember the details, but he did recall his surprise at how warm their body had been. It was useless to compare it to the many other bodies he had touched, or that had touched him. Theirs was…different. To boot, they had offered their neck to him once again, which he only imagined was part of some larger fetish.

Astarion withdrew from that one for the time being, and all of the memories collapsed in on themselves for an instant, and then began cycling rapidly. Every night, they had allowed him in, to feed; and he took, and took. He began to look forward to their visits to his tent every morning, bouncing over to check on him, to ask if he had fed enough, to offer him the same that night. Over time, he had speculated more and more that it wasn't simply a fetish of theirs, not with the way they had lingered near him in camp, nor the way they were by his side before and after every meeting, every battle. Over and over, different locations, different lighting, and different situations: every time he had seen their beautiful smile moved, rapid-fire, across his mind. How he had grown to love that smile, and how he had begun to crave it, to covet it.

There he was, the night after they had faced that detestable drow at Moonrise. He caught Festé's arm by his fingertips, and motioned his head to a spot at the edge of camp. It was a tense moment, and he didn't want anyone else to hear him lay it bare. He studied their features as he began to confess, leaving his feelings and sins out in the open for them to judge, but they didn't. When the tiefling had instead wrapped their arms around him so tenderly, he fought the urge to sink to his knees, to weep and beg for them to stop; but also to never stop. He didn't deserve this care, and certainly not in the wake of confessing to sleeping with them to get ahead. But he craved it so desperately at the same time. It was only then, with his face buried in their shoulder, that he had pieced it together. Festé wanted to help sustain him, they didn't want him to feed to fulfill some sick fetish of theirs. The imp truly wanted him to live. They were forcing him to live, to contend with being alive, whether they had intended to or not. They were nurturing him, and to this day, he was still contending with that truth.

Astarion began to ruminate on the past two days, turning it over and comparing it to how he had felt the very first time they had slept together; and something tightened in his chest, distracting him. What if they were able to live on forever with him? What if it was their choice, and what if Gale's plan to get the ring ended up working? On the other hand, what if it was all a trap? He had an inkling that a vampire lord wouldn't stray too near to the city, unless they had plans to claim the now-open territory for themself. It would be a shame if he and Festé had come this far in their relationship for everything to be ruined.

He focused on their argument the previous day, watching their good eye burn dangerously as they looked up at him, their fingers pressing to his lips. "That's right, I don't," Festé spat.

Oh. They wouldn't even consider the idea? He must be more of a burden than he thought.

"But you wouldn't have known that, because neither of you bothered to ask me. You assumed, both of you. I wasn't angry then, but I am now." Their deep voice shot up half an octave in exasperation. He watched them pinch the bridge of their nose, crestfallen. Of course, it was as he thought, he was too much, wasn't he? Why else would they be so upset?

"You d… What?" he tilted his head, sitting back on the imp's thighs, deciding in that instant to push his luck. "You don't… want that? Isn't that what every mortal wants?" he hissed, his thoughts turning back to that drow at Moonrise once again, and to all of the thousands of faceless people he had bedded. They were all entranced by him, and most of them against their will. What was different here?

He blinked softly as Festé heaved a great sigh underneath him. It sounded happy, and he felt their fingers trace over his back, once, while they shifted under his weight, turning their head the other way. He pursed his lips, inhaling against the hollow of their neck, and he concentrated once more, feeling back into his memories of the previous day.

"You didn't, Star. You said you had no choice in the matter." They met his eyes, and he took in their grim expression. His chest felt like it was caving in on itself. "I do, and while I would give my life to spend forever with you, I don't think the risk is worth the potential reward." He knew that if his heart could beat, it would have stopped, right there and then. They wouldn't risk it? Not even for eternity with him?

"You… You don't?" His voice sounded faint, even to himself, and he dropped his gaze from theirs. The weight he now felt in his chest refused to dissipate. He wished…

"You're right, what if someone got hurt in the process? What if one of our friends got hurt? What if, gods forbid, you got hurt, or killed? It's selfish, but the rest of my short life with you, like this," he warmed a bit when their fingers skated over his cheek, "Where I can give you… all of me? I'd rather that than potentially spending eternity with regrets, or deaths weighing on my conscience." The imp smiled, though it didn't reach their eyes. He studied them, and frowned. How dare they call themself selfish, when what they had just said was so entirely selfless? Festé had always put everyone else's needs and desires above their own, even when it was at their own expense or detriment. He wanted to shout at them, to ask what they truly wanted, because he could plainly see something hidden in their eyes. The memory dispersed for a second as he recalled another, after his unfortunate 'siblings' had stormed their camp on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate.

"You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that." He said it with such conviction, and he truly meant it from the bottom of his heart, though he had felt something inside him twist violently as he spoke the words. The context had changed, but not the content.

He withdrew, and thought it over; how unfortunate he was then, not knowing just how true those words would become, Festé's face and the backdrop of their bedroom swam into view once more, and the elf parted his lips.

"You want the same thing as I do." Damnable imp, he loved them so. He closed his eyes slowly, and loathe as he was to accept it in the moment, he knew that the tiefling's big heart would prevent them from taking risks with anyone's safety besides their own. If they faced down a vampire lord, it would have only been in the situation with… him. Astarion couldn't bear to think the name right now. It was only because he, the prodigal spawn, was in clear and present danger. They truly didn't covet this life, that much was apparent. "You want to protect me, and I want to protect you," he sighed. You want to protect everyone except yourself, he added silently.

The thought of having them, though? Forever? It was a tempting prospect. He retreated from the argument, focusing on the point where he had the imp back in his arms; and he contrasted it with the first time he had slept with them. He was sickened that first time by the ghosts of his past, and the mere notion of his own arousal when he gazed over the tiefling's body. How warm they had been, though; and no less warm last night when they had taken to bed together again. His disgust with sex was gradually being replaced with a hunger that he couldn't quite put into words. Astarion, if he had his way, would have his hands on his imp at all times, whether it be a single fingertip or being buried deeply within their body. He decided, as he pinned both of Festé's wrists above their head, that if it were possible, he would crawl inside their chest and make a home for himself next to their heart. "I want to take all of the pleasures of your body, pet. Be good for me." Come now, show your devotion to me one more time. I'm begging you, he thought, feeling them squirm as he bared his fangs and opened a fresh wound on their neck.

They began to shake as he swallowed deeply, and he considered what would happen if he went too far, resting his body on theirs. It was torturous, loving someone so much that your first instinct was to devour them. He ground his hips against theirs, a snarling thought tearing its way through his mind when he felt their blood lose some pressure, their whimpers growing weaker. I'll drain you; I'll make you stay the only way I know how. He blinked in surprise, mentally shaking himself and pulling away with a harsh sigh. He all but tore the lacing from the front of his trousers, pushing the animalistic, bloodthirsty thought back behind a mental wall while he shoved his pants off. The elf patted his thigh and caught them in his arms, glad that they couldn't perceive his fingers trembling as he held them. So warm… It was a bit blurry, he was preoccupied with the feral desire to be inside of them once again. Even being this close was sweet agony. Their skin burned against his own, and he found himself wondering if it was from their hellish blood, or from some other secret. No human had felt this way against his skin. He pressed them closer. "Now that you're weakened and pliant for me, darling," he couldn't help purring in appreciation, his voice coming out rough and foreign, "I think it's only fair that you're further reminded who you belong to." And who belongs to you, you damned imp. Gods, they looked so precious. He raised a hand and pushed it into their hair, framing their face and smiling. He intended the gesture to be tender, but he probably looked terrifying. "Hasn't it been so long? By now, you've probably forgotten how I feel inside you, hmm?" He knew that he had, and he stifled his gasp when they moved in his lap, gripping them and pulling them closer. Anywhere he could reach, please, just…

He slid into them, and moaned against their ear like it had been his first time. It was mortifying, but Festé didn't seem to mind, locking their arms around his neck and rocking against him. Yes. Please, he wanted to cry out. Please hold me. Hold on to me as tightly as I hold on to you. Let me hear you. Let me feel you. Let me love you. He felt powerless as he experienced the scene unfold once again. Drowning, that's what he would call it; he was drowning himself in them. But if this was drowning, was it really all that bad? Was it so bad if he got to hold them, to feel genuine pleasure, to enjoy himself for the first time in two centuries?

Their snarling moan snapped him out of his own thoughts for a moment. What if he was simply hurting them with how - or what - he was? Oh… oh, that feeling, their fingers on his back that had almost driven him mad the first time, but he slowed his thrusts regardless. "H…hurts, Star…" He was sure it did, they looked positively wrecked; then he realized just how deeply he had pushed inside, he was met with resistance. Shit.

"Do you want me to stop, my pet?" He studied their face intensely, his fingers curling tightly around their jaw. They shook their head. "Or would you have me continue to ruin you?" His tone betrayed the lust that he felt radiating from his chest. They nodded and pressed their cheek firmly to the elf's hand. "You like how much it hurts?" He didn't let his surprise show through, and watched the imp nod again, moaning out. All for him. He stroked his thumb over their cheek, alabaster on rose. "Good, darling. I'm not nearly finished with you." I'll never be finished with you, he promised silently. I'm so utterly lost in you.

For the last time, he pushed away from the memory. The elf pressed his lips gingerly to Festé's neck, eyes still squeezed shut, as he slowly drifted back to full consciousness. As delicious as they were, his memories had only served to make him more sickened with himself. Much as he was loathe to do so, he moved his limbs slowly, inhaling their scent for one last time and pressing his fingers between theirs on top of the bedsheets. Astarion peeled himself away with an exasperated sigh, careful not to jar his sleeping imp, and padded into the dingy bathroom. The sunlight was only just starting to fade; and thankfully, this was the only room in the house with no windows.

He reached for the taps of the bathtub, twisting them and sitting on the edge as the basin filled, studying the reflection of the ceiling in the water where he knew his head should have been. With another sigh, he reached down, cutting through the surface of the water with his fingertips.

Astarion didn't want to lose them, not when they had permeated every pore of his skin and every fibre of his being. However, considering condemning them to death? Well, technically life, he rolled his eyes silently. How could he choose between them belonging to someone else, or having them leave him? It was impossible. He turned the taps off and slipped into the steaming water, settling in and watching the light slowly drain around him. Eventually, he wet a washcloth and set it on his head, slinking down further in the water with a relaxed sigh. The droplets of water tickled his shoulders and his chest when they landed, and he closed his eyes, listening. Festé's breath shuddered, and they turned over, their heart rate still slow and calm; and Astarion's ears twitched as he heard them sigh softly, mumbling his name under their breath. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he kept silent; but they didn't say anything else. Once it was dark, the elf heard his imp stir, and the gentle rustle of fabric when they pulled back the bedsheets. They paused, and he heard them exhale slowly and toss their shirt to the floor, followed by the quiet creak of the floorboards when they got up.

"Star?" they whispered, a hint of concern in their voice.

"In here, darling," he called. His throat felt like it was coated with sand, and he inhaled as he heard their heartbeat grow louder.

"Gods, my love. I know we both have excellent nightvision, but we could stand to light a candle, couldn't we?" Astarion heard them pick up the candlestick from the kitchen table and snap their fingers. "There, now it looks a little less like a cave…" The floorboards creaked as the tiefling padded into the bathroom, and he rested his head back against the edge of the tub, looking up at them upside down. They were beaming at him, and he felt his stomach flip over as he lay eyes on what they were wearing, frowning a bit. Confusion crossed their features, and they whispered, "What is it, my love?"

He looked away, covering his mouth with one hand and swallowing. "You look very handsome in that, is all." Not to mention, they would be getting their scent all over it. They laughed softly, looking down at themself.

"Well, my shirt was covered in blood, Star. You can't blame me for picking up the first thing that I saw." Astarion glanced at them and smiled. Their voice was always so rich and husky when they first woke up, and it gave him shivers. Not that he would ever admit it. He turned in the water, crossing his arms over the edge of the tub and resting his chin on top of them, humming. They sat on the small stool, setting the candle on the floor, and arching their eyebrows. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing, darling. I'm just surprised you can still walk." The bravado slipped in, he couldn't help it. He chuckled when they rolled their eyes, pulling the washcloth off of his head and leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"You know…" they whispered softly, leaning in further, and Astarion's ear twitched, he could feel the heat of their breath all too well.

"Hmm?"

"I haven't washed your hair for you in a while, my love. Would you like that?" They sat back, a warm smile playing over their lips. "Maybe a scalp massage?" The tiefling stood when Astarion nodded, moving to let them sit on the edge of the tub, and turning away once more. Festé cupped their hands and scooped water over the back of his head, and he shivered as it ran down his back. He bowed his head as the tiefling leaned forward to scoop more, and flinched slightly when they pushed their fingers through his curls. The elf settled between their thighs as they took up the soap and lathered it in their palms. "Just relax, love," they murmured, and he let his shoulders slump with a long sigh. "Did you have a bad rest?" They spoke in a low voice as they pushed their fingers back into his hair, working them in slow, firm circles over his scalp.

How did they always know? "You could say that. Just a lot on my mind, darling. That's all," he tried to keep his tone airy, and winced as he finished. They would see right through it.

"If you don't want to talk about it right now, we can talk about it later, my love. Just let me know." They pulled his hair back gently, leaning his head back and moving their fingers over his temples. It felt divine, and the elf drew his legs up a bit under the water's surface.

"Mn… you caught me, darling," he chuckled sheepishly. "I will, though, I promise." Even if it would be difficult to grit out. He swallowed again, deciding to change the subject. "You don't want to get in? You're… not to be rude, darling, but you're quite ripe."

"Is it distracting?" They paused with their hands in his hair, looking down at him with a smirk. "I just didn't want to assume…" they slipped their tail into the tub, curling it against his stomach. Astarion shifted in the water, and the imp's smirk grew wider as they ran their fingers along the length of his pointy ears. His eyes fluttered closed instinctively, and he shuddered. Festé leaned down and kissed his cheek before tilting his head back up and scooping more water to rinse his hair.

"That, mnh…" he started, calming himself with a slow sigh, "That felt really nice, darling," he finished in a husky whisper, his shoulders twitching as the water ran down his back once more. He moved one of his arms between his thighs, leaning forward slightly; the imp's tail was flicking against his stomach.

"Good, I'm glad," they murmured, kneading gently over the back of his neck with their thumbs. They were more roughly textured than he expected, and he arched his back with a pleasured hiss. "Sorry, too much?" He shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere, and Festé chuckled. "Alright, my love." They continued kneading slowly down to his shoulders, working on the tight muscles. It was painful, to be sure, but he couldn't recall a single time before the imp had come into his life where the pain was balanced out with such care taken with his body. Festé came upon a particularly hard knot, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan, tilting his head to the side. "Does this feel okay?" Their hands had paused again, gentle on his skin.

"Please… don't stop," he hissed, reaching up to grip the side of the tub, his other arm still between his legs. How humiliating, he mused, getting aroused by a simple massage, not to mention trying to hide it. They were just being nice, after all. He took another slow, steady breath, letting them loosen the knot. "It feels… excellent, darling. A…Ah!" Their thumbs all but pried his shoulder apart where it met the base of his neck, and his entire body tensed. It sent a tendril of heat directly to his groin.

"Lay back," they spoke softly, splaying one palm over his chest. Gods damn it. "It'll feel sore, but the knot is gone n- Oh." They had been looking at his face when they had pushed at his chest, but had glanced down while they spoke. Their eyes grew wide before they averted their gaze from his groin. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't realize it felt that good. Do you need a moment?" Astarion frowned, catching their wrist as they meant to sit up. His voice came out in a pathetic whimper, and he cursed himself silently.

"N…no. Please, darling," he pulled their hand back to his chest, and they huffed softly, grazing their fingernails over his nipple. "Please, don't stop." Suddenly, he was ashamed, he knew exactly what he was craving at this moment, and prayed that his imp wouldn't read it in his eyes. He looked away quickly, his grip loosening on their wrist. To his surprise, they circled his nipple with their thumb and pinched it, eliciting a gasp to rush down his throat, and moved to peck at the side of his neck.

"You want to do things a different way today?" their voice came out as a deep purr, "All you had to do was ask, my love. All you ever have to do is ask." They sat up, ghosting their hand over his throat and making him shiver once more. Damn them for being so intuitive; he had never felt so bare before anyone else in his life. With a soft grunt, he sat up and turned to face them, sitting on his knees and feeling conflicted.

"You don't think I'm asking too mu-" they placed their finger gently against his lips as he met their eyes. They were smiling, and he couldn't find a trace of haughtiness in the gesture. He tilted his head when their free hand rested against his cheek, their thumb stroking his skin gently.

"Not at all," they chuckled. "But I'll have to warn you," they narrowed their eyes at him, "I'm a lot nicer than you are, Star. I'll give you absolutely anything you want, as many times as you want." Their tone was playful, and they bent down to kiss him slowly, tangling their hands in his hair.

a/n: wowzers, first of all thank you for reading! the people who support this fic are actually cooler than everyone else, sorry not sorry this was so weird for me to write, astarion is a completely different beast from festé is. i like exploring his selfishness and conflicted thoughts, and i really hope the way that i wrote his little trip down memory lane isn't too confusing for the folks reading. love you all! stay squeaky! (you get sub!astarion, as a treat!)

[tokusaatsus]

FIRST CRUSH

ft. anzu

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: cursing

Anzu knows she’s always been off-putting.

People find her too blunt, too straight-forward, too robotic. Because sometimes there are situations that are chock-full of emotions. Where tensions are running high, and tempers are close to fraying. And the thing is, see, that Anzu just doesn’t get it. It’s not all that difficult to understand, sure. Chemicals and reactions and hormones. Normal stuff you’d expect from a bunch of teenagers packed together in an enclosed space.

But what she can’t decipher is how anyone could let those things control their actions. It’s an entirely foreign concept to her. To feel enough for something that it changes the way you think and act…well, for someone who prides herself on her level-headedness, it’s unthinkable.

Trickstar was a start.

Four boys who all felt so much. Four boys who made her feel too. It’s what gave her the strength to push through.

Still, it wasn’t a huge change. It was barely-there, and Anzu can tell that while some people have picked up on it–on her–they tend to be in the minority. Because there’s nothing in the world so far that has made her react outwardly.

Nothing until you.

The first time Anzu lays eyes on you, she drops a stack of papers onto the floor. They explode in a burst of white–not unlike Hibiki-senpai’s dove feathers scattering everywhere. Hokuto-kun looks at her with concern, but she’s too busy gaping in shock. There’s colour rising in her cheeks and her heart is jackrabbiting in her chest and that’s…never happened before.

Your fingers brush, a little, as you both bend down to pick up some fallen sheets, and Anzu swears there are fireworks trapped behind her ribcage that are attempting to be set free.

“Are you okay?”

“I…” Anzu stares at you blankly, captivated by your face. She was supposed to say something, she knows, but she can’t remember what it was. She’s fine, Hokuto-kun answers for her, pushing her aside the way they’d practiced before, a crash course in what to do when she gets overwhelmed. Normally, she’d appreciate it but right now? She feels miffed. Just a little bit…

“Oh, well, I’m glad.” You giggle softly, and Anzu feels her cheeks heat up. What in the…? “We wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to such a cute and hardworking girl, right?”

Unable to properly produce any words, she simply nods, a little shell-shocked.

“Then… I’d best be off! I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Y-yeah…” Anzu attempts a smile. You smile back, brighter then the fucking sun, blowing her a kiss as you jog down the hallway. She flushes as her brain goes in circles as it tries to articulate how to respond, before simply waving at your retreating back, albeit a little weakly.

“What was that about?” Hokuto-kun mutters, a tad confused, but Anzu is too busy pondering. Red cheeks…elevated heart rate…stammering…butterflies in her stomach… All those signs (and more) point to only one thing.

Oh my god, she thinks. I have a crush.

notes!

WC: 500 words

reze txt I LOVE ANZU GRAAAAH SHE IS MY WIFE !! and so this was born. um. i hope u enjoy? sorry for writing content catered entirely to me ig…

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[bbyquokka]

：📃 ♡ . ⁺ ᘏ : stimulation is key

➥ pairings: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader

➥ genre: College!AU | friends to lovers | smut | MDNI

➥ synopsis: you and Seungmin are studying together, however, you're struggling to retain any of the information so Seungmin suggests a little bit of 'stimulation'

➥ warnings: tiny bit of insecurity | smut | penetration | cock warming | nipple and breast play | handjob | oral [M] | pet name [sweetheart] | protected sex | fingering

➥ words: 2.3k

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"What about a little bit of stimulation? Maybe that will help you remember." You and Seungmin are currently studying. You made some flashcards and wanted Seungmin to test you, however, you couldn't remember nor get anything correct.

"W-what do you mean?" You stutter. Seungmin grins, extending his arm out and placing his hand on top of your leg.

"Exactly what I said. A little bit of stimulation can help y'know. A little goes a long way, as they say." 

"B-But I'm your friend.." You whisper, looking down at your lap. You hear Seungmin shuffle to your side, his hands cupping your cheeks gently.

"Hey. We don't have to. It's only a suggestion." His thumb strokes your cheek softly, his gaze soft as he speaks with sincerity. You lean into his touch, fireworks exploding in your stomach.

You cannot deny the fact that you find him very attractive. He has that innocent look to him, even with his hair dyed pink, he still manages to maintain that innocence. That doesn't mean you haven't been curious though.

It's college. That part of your life where you are neither teen nor adult. You don't know what to do with your life, don't know what to feel. Feelings come and go, sometimes they last and shake up your world like a tornado – and having feelings for Seungmin, is one of them 

Gossip spreads like wildfire, especially when it comes to sex. For reasons that you do not understand, people seem to be very intrigued in other people's sex life. You couldn't care less, until you heard something about Seungmin. You've always been interested in him. The only feeling you feel for him is love.

You occasionally daydreamed about what type of partner he would be, how he would treat you, etc. You felt like you were fourteen again, experiencing your first crush. You never thought of him in a sexual way, maybe because you constantly hear about it every single day. In some way, it put you off sex.

But when Seungmin became the topic of conversation, you couldn't help but feel sexual towards him. Rumours about how good he treats the person, how good they feel when they're with him. Some would be explicit and those were the ones that heighten your feelings.

"Have you not been curious, sweetheart" You blink, his question catching you off guard.

"Excuse me?"

"Surely you've heard the rumours. Are you not curious about me?" You avoid his gaze, heart beating against your ribcage. You bite your lip gently, debating on whether to lie or tell the truth. After a few seconds of silence, you look at Seungmin and nod slowly.

"I have… I've been really curious and the more I hear about it, the more I–" You stop yourself, flushing a deep shade of red.

"The more you what, sweetheart?" Seungmin encourages, his voice so soft that it makes you melt in his hands. You squeeze your eyes shut, lips pressed together in a thin line. You feel like crying, the words threatening to spill out. Your heart racing against your rib cage – it's make or break.

You open your eyes slowly, your tears falling past your lower lash line, Seungmin's thumb soaking up your tears.

"The more I want you." You shakily spoke. The silence that fell upon you both is deafening. You start to panic, thinking this is the end of your friendship with Seungmin.

"Seungmin, I–" Before your brain could register what was happening, you feel his lips pressing against yours softly but firmly. He doesn't move, he wants to make sure you feel comfortable and register what is happening. After a few seconds, he pulls away, laughing at your shocked expression.

"Y/n, I want you too." He whispers, breath hitting your lips. You whimper softly, leaning into his touch.

"I thought yo–"

"Hey, don't think. Just do it." He encourages. You lean in, lips locking onto each other. They move together in perfect harmony, a slow and sweet kiss, one that's filled with want and desires for one another that only true lovers share. Seungmin pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him. You hold onto his shoulders making sure to never break apart from his lips.

Seungmin carefully deepens the kiss, his hands slowly sliding up your sides, disappearing under the material of your t-shirt. Goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin, his fingers leaving a trail of fire, burning up your body.

You sit flush on his crotch, his erection poking you. You whimper at the feeling, slowly grinding down. With a simple lick of your bottom lip, your lips part allowing him to slide his tongue in. Saliva and breath mix together, his hands cupping both breasts, kneading and massaging over your standard t-shirt bra.

You reach behind, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling softly at the strands. Seungmin grunts softly, the sound running down your spine and straight to your core.

"Are you sure about this?" Seungmin whispers against your lips, "Once I start, I don't think I will be able to stop." 

"I'm sure, Minnie."

"A hundred percent?"

"Yes."

"A million percent?"

"Yes." You giggle softly, "I've never been so sure of something in my life." 

"Okay. Just making sure. I'd hate for you to hate this or worse – regret it afterwards."

"Don't worry, Minnie." You grab the bottom of your t-shirt, lifting it up and over your head. You discard the material on the floor, Seungmin swallowing at the sight of your curves. 

"Beautiful." He shakily whispers, stroking your waist. You shiver, whimpering softly as you watch his hands. He reaches behind you, hands trailing up to your bra clasp. "Can I?" 

You nod, giving him permission. In one swift and skilful motion, your bra comes undone. Your straps slide off your shoulders and down your arms, breast slowly becoming exposed to Seungmin. He takes the bra, pulling it down the rest of your arms before throwing it to the side.

You suddenly feel shy, vulnerable, exposed. Your cheeks slowly taint pink, your arms folding across your chest to hide your breasts. Seungmin holds your arms, his cheeks and tips of his ear are also pink.

"Don't hide. You're gorgeous." He gently pulls apart your arms, to which you allow him to do. Your nipples harden in the cold air. Seungmin licks his bottom lip, making it shine in the dim light your lamp provides.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." Seungmin whimpers, his hand gently cupping your breast.

"I'm not." You mumble, looking at your lap. Seungmin frowns, displeased with your response. With his hand stationary on your breast, he uses his free hand to lift your chin up by hooking his finger under it.

"Hey. Don't ever say that, you hear? You're the most gorgeous, most beautiful person I've seen." 

"You're just saying that, Minnie. I bet you say that to all the girls." 

"No. I don't. I mean what I say, you know that y/n and I mean it when I say you're gorgeous. I'm not just talking about your looks either."

"Huh?"

"y/n. You're real, as in, you're a real woman. You have curves, you have textured skin, flaws, stretch marks, hip dips, thick thighs. You're beautiful and you're real. Embrace it because there are people out there that love it and I'm one of them." 

"Seungmin, I–"

"Shh, I don't want to hear any more excuses or 'I don't believe you'. I won't stop complimenting you and telling you how gorgeous you are until you learn to love yourself. But even then, I will never stop." 

"Thank you." You whisper. Seungmin hums before kissing your lips sweetly. You close your eyes, embracing the kiss and getting lost in his touch. His hand that's on your breast starts gently squeezing and massaging. You hum softly in the kiss, holding him close to you.

Seungmin breaks free from the kiss, dipping his head low and capturing your nipple between his lips. He sucks gently, nibbling the sensitive bud. He flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud gently, earning himself a whimper from you.

"S-Seungmin." You moan out softly. He looks up at you through his lashes, his mouth and hand occupied. You push back his hair gently before running your fingers through his silky soft locks. 

Pleasure tingles all over your body, your veins filling up with adrenaline. Being touched like this is warming to you. Seungmin is taking extra care, learning about your body. He wants to know your limits, how far he can take it. His touch is gentle but electrifying. Each kiss, suck and touch sends every cell in your body into overdrive. You feel loved. 

"Seungmin, let me pleasure you." You spoke, feeling shy and embarrassed. Seungmin pulls away, looking at you as he wipes his saliva away from his lips.

"You don't have to, sweetheart."

"I know, but I want to." You shuffle off his lap, standing up. Seungmin watches you before following your moves. You nod towards the bed, indicating for him to sit to which he does.

You kneel between his legs, pulling down his pants and boxer shorts. His cock springs free from their restraints. you waste no time in wrapping your hand around his cock, gently and slowly tugging it. Seungmin groans softly, your wrist rotating at his tip. You cup his balls, gently massaging them as your movements speed up a little.

Beads of pre-cum coat his tip, his skin warm against the palm of your hand. You lick your lips as you lean in, wrapping your lips around his tip. You suck, the taste of salt coating your tastebuds. Seungmin's groans encourage you to take more of him, in which you do.

Soon, half his length is inside your mouth. Seungmin grips tightly onto the bedsheets, trying not to cum down your throat. You tuck your hair behind your ear, eyes closing as you move your head up and down. Your tongue flat, rubbing along the underside of his cock whilst the sides stroke your cheeks. 

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good." Seungmin's words strained, his chest rising up and down in time with his laboured breaths. You hum around his cock, the vibrations causing goosebumps to rise to the surface of his skin.

When you feel your jaw getting tired and slack, you pull away and discard the rest of your clothing. You pick up your flashcards, handing them to Seungmin.

"You want to–"

"Stimulation." You state, crawling onto your bed. You lie on your back, legs wide and bent at the knees. Seungmin takes off his clothing before situating himself between your legs. He strokes your inner thighs, his gaze fixated on your soaked pussy, juices coating your lips.

"Pretty." He mumbles out loud. You giggle, reaching down and rubbing your sensitive clit slowly. Seungmin raises a brow at your actions, watching the way your fingers move. He wants to learn, to see how you like it. You hum softly, alternating your rubs. Your entrance visibly clenches around nothing, making Seungmin's cock twitch.

"Let me." He gently removed your hand, replacing your fingers with his own. He slowly rubs, looking at your face for any signs of pleasure. It feels different, new. He's soft and gentle, treating you with such love and care. Each rub coursing through your veins, making your muscles twitch and soft hums to escape your lips.

"Mhm, that feels good." That was all Seungmin needed to hear before he dipped his fingers inside your entrance, instantly getting soaked from your juices. He slowly pushes his fingers inside, stopping at the knuckle. He pumps them, scissoring them and curling his fingers against your walls as his fingertips brush and nudge against your g-spot.

"More." You whisper out, your juices soaking Seungmin's digits, his own cock throbbing at the sounds of your beautiful moans.

"Are you–"

"Yes." You instantly say, blushing at your eagerness. Seungmin laughs softly before getting a condom out from his wallet. He rolls it onto his hard cock before lining himself up to your entrance.

"Ready?" You nod, biting your lip softly. Seungmin pushes himself inside you slowly, the burn of the stretch making you hiss. You're tight around him despite being prepared. You grip onto the bed sheets, panting. Seungmin pushes slowly until he is half way inside, waiting for you to get used to his size.

And waiting he did.

It didn't hurt, it's just uncomfortable. Seungmin did a good job preparing you but when you haven't had any action for a while, it's expected for you to feel tight. 

Your warmth surrounds Seungmin's cock, his eyebrows furrowed together. He doesn't want to hurt you but you feel so good around him. You're tight, clenching around him to keep him close. He grips onto your hips, taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself down. 

"Are you okay, Minnie?" you ask, concern lacing your words. You lean up on your elbows, eyebrows furrowed together. Seungmin's head dipped low, his eyes closed. He raises his head and opens his eyes to look at you, the sight making you whimper and clench around him.

Eyes glossy, cheeks pink and his bottom lip swollen from biting too hard. He's slowly breaking, slowly wanting to give in and cave, but you're too precious to him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he knew he hurt you.

"I'm fine. You just feel so good around me. Warm and wet and the grip you have on me is so… delicious." 

"You're so cute." You flop back down on the bed, blushing at his words, "But I think I'm okay now. I think I'm used to your size." 

"Are you sure?" You hum as a response, giving Seungmin the go ahead. He holds your hips gently, thrusting slowly. Only when he hears how frequent your moans become, does he pick up the pace.

Soon, his hips are slapping against yours. Your moans and groans mixing together. His cock stroking your walls, juices spilling out and coating his cock. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close, his hips faltering for a split second.

Grabbing your flashcards, he shuffles through them before showing you one whilst managing to keep his momentum.

"Are we doing this now?!" You groan, body jolting upwards with each thrust of his cock.

"I told you sweetheart. Stimulation is key."

➥ note: i rewrote Seungmin's part four times, lmao. i tried to base if of my own drabble and in some ways, it kinda is, but its mainly not, aha. i think i will have to do a separate continuation for my drabble. i hope this is okay and makes sense (i've learnt im not good at writing slow, passionate smut. i like going all in, ahaha)

[french-unknown]

𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖆𝖜

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: law 𝖈/𝖜: war, angst, little sibling!reader 𝖜/𝖈: 4.2k + 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You were entertaining your sister at Flevance Hospital during the festival when Law, your older brother, burst into the room. From there, everything turned into nightmares.

| m a s t e r l i s t | - | e v e n t . s u m m a r y |

𝖑𝖆𝖜

You were snuggled against the shoulder of your 8-year-old big sister's on her hospital bed. Your black stuffed cat, Virus, was tightly held against your chest.

Since she had been affected by the Amber Lead Syndrome—as your father called it—a few days ago, you saw your sister's state of health gradually deteriorate. While she was with you at the festival a week ago, she was now too weak to even leave her room. All you could do to help her was dab her sweaty forehead with a cloth like your mother had shown you. So, wanting to prove that you were reliable for a 5-year-old child, you stayed by her side every evening by coming directly to the hospital after school to take care of her and keep her as occupied as you could.

“I’m scared.” she told you two days ago, in the middle of the night, while your parents were in their laboratory looking for a cure for her illness. Her skin, where snow-white patches appeared as if by magic, was almost cold as she held you in her trembling arms. You didn't dare tell her but her dark circles had become so purple that they scared you a little.

“Mom and Dad will find out what you have.” However, you replied confidently before placing Virus between you so that she could also benefit from its comfort.

Today, you were telling her about your day while hoping to distract her from the pain, when your big brother came rushing into the room.

He first took a quick glance at the closed shutters and then leaned against the door for a few seconds to catch his breath. As soon as he approached and was close enough, you jumped on him. However, the moment your hands touched his neck, you felt an instinctive recoil as you touched his sweaty skin under your palms. You also noticed that he smelled pretty bad from the sweat and his breathing was extremely ragged as his heart raced at the speed of light against your ribcage.

“Yuck!” You cried, starting to struggle in his arms. “You stink!”

You heard him growl at your childishness but he still held you briefly before putting you back on the bed next to your sister. The cough that suddenly escaped her lips cut short any beginnings of an argument.

"Big brother, I'm in pain" she moaned weakly between coughs. “My skin turns completely white.”

You crawled over to her to come back and snuggle against her shoulder while retrieving your precious stuffed animal along the way.

"Hold out." he encouraged her confidently while taking one of her hands in his. "Our father is the best doctor in the country. He will cure you."

Yet he was cut off by fireworks coming from outside. The sounds of the festivities were accompanied by the parade with its footsteps and people shouting with joy. In addition, you also heard the big drums of the marching band that accompanied them.

“What’s all the noise outside?” Lammy asked.

“There's the festival.” Law replied as if it were obvious. "Flevance is still prosperous. Get well soon, and we'll go see it."

Under your happy gaze, your sister began to smile despite the white spots that appeared on her face. A powerful wave of happiness tickled your stomach as you were reassured: if Law said so, then there was no doubt that Lammy would soon be back on her feet and you could finally all go to the Flevance's festival together.

You then went to snuggle your head back into your stuffed animal but you suddenly heard a loud drumming sound before people started running in the corridors. The steps were so coordinated with each other that they formed a very rhythmic two-step melody, like the parade.

tap - tap

tap - tap

tap - tap

A cloud of fireworks echoed in the corridors and a laugh rose up your throat, caused by the rise of the happy memories you had from the festival of previous years, but everything suddenly went black in your field of vision.

Panicked, you immediately jumped up on the mattress to look everywhere around you.

You thought for a few seconds of calling your big brother, still a little reassured to feel Lammy's body under your fingers, but a slight beam of light appeared before you could make the slightest sound. A long vertical opening opened in the bedroom shutter and a flickering orange glow seeped into the room to shower the floor with a thin rectangle of light.

The color quickly caught your attention because the street lamps normally cast a soft white light.

However, you didn't pay any more attention as soon as you noticed the round shadow of Law's hat blocking part of the lighting before approaching you. Arriving at the bed, you saw that he had his finger placed against his sealed lips.

A new burst of fireworks exploded in the corridor.

Except this time, you felt the wall shake slightly against your back.

Now that there was no more noise behind the wall and your older brother didn't seem to want you to talk, you listened. It was the first time since your very first visit to the hospital that you heard such silence in the corridors. And, considering you came almost every day to see your parents at work, that was pretty impressive.

Then, after a while without the slightest sound, you heard the parade moving away again.

tap - tap

tap - tap

tap - tap

Law’s breath brushed your cheek as he released his breath. You noticed at the same time that, without knowing why, you had also retained yours.

Your big brother got up from the mattress and took your hands to pull you from the bed towards the large wardrobe. He gently pulled the door open, in order to avoid squeaking the hinges that all three of you knew were noisy, then lent his hand to Lammy so that she could obediently climb inside.

You shook your head in refusal when he came closer to you, still locked in his silence, but he still picked you up by the waist before putting you directly in the closet.

You too, when you will be 10, will be strong enough to carry him like that!

“Hide here for a while!” He ordered in his I-am-the-eldest tone before closing the door.

And, even though you didn't see why you had to stay in the closet, you agreed to stay there without a sound. It didn't seem like hide-and-seek so it shouldn't have been a game. You stayed listening to the big drums that resonated outside with the fireworks.

They didn't make the same sounds as in previous years so you couldn't wait to see what they looked like. Were they a different color? You prayed in your heart that it would be black fireworks because, like your big brother, you loved this color.

Unfortunately, at this thought, a shiver of fear went up your spine.

You began to desperately feel around in the complete darkness of the closet. On your knees, you repeatedly placed your hands all over the floor but you couldn't find your stuffed animal. Tears welled up in your eyes. Immediately, you crawled as best you could to the door which you pushed very slowly.

If Law knew you disobeyed him, he would be angry at you.

But the little flickering orange light from outside also brought a small ray of light to your cubby, so, already seeing more, you turned over on your stomach before wriggling to get one leg out of the furniture. You let your lower limb hang in the void outside the cupboards, the floor of which was too high for your little legs.

"What are you doing?" asked Lammy, of whom you could only see part of her face as she grabbed your wrist.

“Virus is on the bed.” you explained to her.

The flu on your wrist eased and you let yourself slide to the floor thanks to the weight of your leg stretched outside the closet. Your heart beat a little faster as you fell, only to calm down again when you had both feet on the ground again. You took a quick look around—only to realize that Law was no longer in the room—before rushing to the bed. However, your problem did not end there because, very quickly, you realized that your cat was no longer in the blankets.

So you returned to the wardrobe, where you leaned your head inside.

“Virus isn’t here,” you declared in the darkness of the closet. “I’ll pick it up and come back!”

Then, without waiting for her response, you closed the door before heading towards the hallway. Your cat was on the bed before the lights went out. You only saw one reason for its disappearance: Law had taken it from you.

Slowly, you opened the bedroom door and entered the silent corridor.

You quickly realized that it was as dark as the room you had just left and, moreover, what little you saw seemed quite murky. It was a bit like looking through a veil. A smell of grilling tickled your nostrils but you didn't pay attention to it. You also noticed that it was oddly warm all of a sudden.

You found yourself alone in the dark in the hospital which was not as usual. In a word, you were terrified.

Not wanting to stay there for too long, you were relieved when you heard footsteps echoing down the hall. You were so relieved that you started running towards them without thinking while trying not to look around. You were too scared and you just wanted to find your brother and your cat.

You then ignored as best you could the unhinged doors which, instead of being well installed as usual, were now lying half torn off against the walls like overturned shelves. You also avoided turning your eyes towards all the little black holes on the partitions that you saw showing through in the darkness.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, you noticed your older brother crying.

The ball of terror that had already been eating at your stomach until now began to nibble at your belly even more. Your legs picked up the pace, not wanting to be alone anymore.

You then arrived in front of another door, which was not like usual, and you saw your big brother lying there. Light shone through the broken window in front of you while the torn purple curtains did nothing to stop it. You also noticed almost immediately the other black holes that were everywhere on the walls here. A repetitive puck-puck echoed in the room from the bag of liquid punctured a few meters from you. You saw Virus' head sticking out of Law's back pocket before really taking in the scene that was unfolding before your eyes.

And what struck you the most was your trembling big brother's body in front of you while enormous moans of agony were heard in the room.

You moved closer, terrified and not understanding what was happening, until you found yourself a few steps away from him and saw what he was lying on. You first perceived your mother's brown hair and her eyes closed against your father's shoulder, while he was on his back with his empty eyes rolled back.

Your stomach knotted painfully, making you double over in pain, and tears welled up in your eyes.

This was sadly a bad idea because, as you looked down, you noticed a pool of dark red blood extending from beneath your parents until it quickly approached your own shoes. Panicked, you took a step back so as not to get any on your soles.

"Mom! Dad!" your big brother yelled next to you, lost in his world.

“Law?” you uncertainly called him with the ridiculous hope that he would reassure you. All of this was just a bad dream and you were going to wake up in your bed to the smell of waffles or pancakes made by your mother.

But you only saw your big brother jump before turning towards you with a horrified face. His wide eyes and his pale complexion were enough to tell you that he was in no better condition than you. His distorted mouth also didn't have time to yell at you for escaping from your hiding place when the footsteps of the parade quickly returned.

tap - tap

tap - tap

tap - tap

“There’s one left!” yelled a muffled voice, no doubt alerted by Law's previous cries.

He then moved so quickly that it was as if he had been electrocuted. He immediately jumped off the motionless, embracing bodies of your parents before lunging towards you. He pulled you violently towards the window then, without waiting, he climbed onto a chair and held you by the waist before pushing you through the broken window. However, he didn't throw you hard enough because you hit your knees quite deeply against the broken glass.

You nevertheless manage to land on the other side.

And it was at this moment that the fireworks started again, whistling painfully in your ears while your knees began to burn as well. But Law landed next to you and quickly took your hand before starting to run at full speed.

His pace was so fast that you sometimes felt your legs give way under you but the grip on your arm was such that, even if you were no longer touching the ground, your brother was carrying you with him. Your chest began to ache from the effort and it was like your lungs were turning into dried raisins, unable to fill themselves with air. Your breathing sounded like a whistle, but you were still unable to stop.

Too caught up in fear, you heard footsteps crossing behind you as well as fireworks being fired in your direction.

"Don't let them get away! Eliminate them!" shouted an almost imperceptible voice in the hubbub of the explosions.

One brushed against your leg and, despite the pain, you continued running.

Law eventually took you back to the town bridge and, as you went to cross it, he instead guided you towards the river it overlooked. He suddenly pulled you towards his foundations then pressed himself against the white stone wall while pressing you against him. With your back against his stomach, you felt his hand slip in your neck before pushing against your mouth. He covered it for you like this until your wheezing was completely muffled against his palm. Despite the fear that twisted your stomach, you were even more petrified the moment you felt his hand tremble against your face just as his chest trembled like a leaf against your back.

The footsteps reappeared again, but before you could react, you heard them pass across the bridge above you and quickly move away.

When your brother released you, the pain from your cuts was excruciating. Where they burned you before, they now scratched you as if a whole tribute of ants had taken up residence there to swarm everywhere under your skin. The blood that ran down your legs before drying into crusts also made you feel tight after having tickled you.

But Law ignored this and began to leave toward downtown Flevance.

A lump of anxiety settled in your throat as you didn't want to be alone in these conditions that you didn't understand. So you started to trot, ignoring your pain, in order to reach your big brother who was walking straight in front of him. He seemed anesthetized. You joined him after several steps which tired you much more than expected.

You then crossed all the streets with their buildings that you knew like the school, the house of your friends or even the ones of other members of your family further away.

You were shocked to see the immense flames that rose from the houses to devour the walls until they collapsed with immense crashes. The black smoke escaping from it was also so dark that it blended into the fire-illuminated night sky.

Everything around you was red: the ground, the walls, the reflections in the water and the sky.

Distracted by the infernal picture that surrounded you, you stumbled against an irregularity in the ground. You then suddenly came across the obstacle and, when you looked down, you found yourself face to face with some little blonde pigtails that you had already seen before. You reached out a trembling hand and used it to brush the hair out of the girl's face. Unfortunately, her position must have been unstable because her body, until then curled up pitifully on its side, rolled limply onto its back.

You were then able to recognize this expressionless face and these eyes where no light was shining through.

Extinct, you saw her again as she accompanied you home every Tuesday and Thursday evening, as usual, to help you with your homework afterwards. You recognized her with her characteristic pigtails with which you always saw her, whether it was sunny or rainy.

And now she stood there, as gloomy as an empty shell, staring at the stars without seeing them in her uniform wich was torn and stained with blood and dust. Dark patches of blood had also spread into her hair where it dyed them a darker color while holding them like straw. Additionally, her skin was a strange bluish color with purple spots on her hand and her shoulders had been pinned against the ground.

Nearby, you heard Law start to cry and scream again in front of all the corpses around you. It didn't take long for you to recognize them all as his classmates. After all, Flevance was a small town where everyone knew each other from birth.

Suddenly, a huge commotion sounded behind you. The sound was so loud that you had to cover your ears.

You then turned towards the origin of the noise and, in the distance, you saw that the flames were starting to spread across the landscape from where you had come. Immediately, you noticed Law's back running in that direction.

You tried to follow him but your weakening knees refused to get up.

"Big brother!" you called out to him as loud as you could, panicking.

But your scream was lost in the crackling flames and the silhouette of your brother moved away until it completely disappeared in the chaos. Tears then flowed freely down your soot-covered cheeks.

You were alone in the middle of the flames.

You didn't know what was happening to you

Your father and mother were dead.

Everything you had ever known was burning.

Sobs choked your throat so, in search of comfort, you grabbed in despair the first hold that came to hand: that of the girl who used to help you with your homework.

Her fingers were stiff and her skin cold as snow but, despite how disgusted it made you, you desperately needed a reassuring touch. You squeezed her hand into yours and it was almost like squeezing a stone.

Cold.

Hard.

Impersonal.

The heat of the furnace slowly began to become more and more unbearable. The skin on your face was so tight that you felt like it was going to break on your cheeks any minute. Your tears in your eyes also made it difficult for you to see anything besides the blur.

Finally, after a while, you saw a black silhouette appear in your field of vision.

However, you no longer had the strength to do anything for yourself so you remained frozen in place. The body got closer little by little and gradually darkened everything you saw through the blur. A hand suddenly touched your shoulder and, terrified, you jumped before raising your head.

"Please!" You didn’t even know what you were begging for. "Please!"

And, instead of responding, the figure fell to their knees in front of you before taking you in their arms. With your nose in the stranger's neck, you immediately recognized the smell of your big brother mixed with the ones of sweat and fire.

You immediately closed your arms around him.

It was then that you felt wetness on your neck with drops of water tracing their path to your collarbones. The grip around you tightened until it was painful but you didn't care.

Your knees hurt from the injuries, your legs refused to move from running, your head and eyes throbbed from crying, and last but not least, your heart was in pieces. So your brother's embrace, even though painful, was completely welcome.

“Lammy is-” he started in a shaky voice before he cut himself off and a fresh burst of tears fell down your neck. "She's-"

Pain exploded in your chest as you understood roughly what Law probably meant.

“The hospital burned down.” he declared painfully.

Understanding then fell like a sledgehammer to your head.

Devastated, you remained crying among the corpses until early morning. You were then interrupted by new footsteps, which returned much more calmly than the day before. Law was the first to hear them and, without waiting, he lifted you onto his back before starting to run.

Thus tossed around, you did not immediately notice when you later saw a horse harnessed to a cart a few meters from you.

No one else was in sight.

Law thus went around the means of transport but froze when he arrived at the back. In front of you stood a pile of corpses thrown pell-mell into the cart. Arms, legs and heads could be seen here and there in the melee. Everything was covered in ashes, soot and blood. The smell was also unbearable, making you nauseous, while a large number of large black flies were circling around them.

You recognized a hand with nails painted a familiar color but you couldn't remember its origin.

You leaned back, anticipating Law's turn around but, to your surprise, he continued his way towards the cart. You widened your eyes before tapping his shoulder several times out of nervousness.

"What are you doing?" you asked hurriedly.

"It's the only way." he announced to you before placing you next to the cart.

He turned towards the pile of bodies then lifted one of them on top as best he could before looking towards you expectantly.

"Come on!" he hurried to you with fear clouding his gaze. He looked around you several times. “They could come at any time!”

But, since you still didn't move, he kept the corpse raised with one hand in order to grab you by the arm with the other. He pulled you violently towards the pile of bodies and made you climb it brutally before almost throwing you under the dead body which he released on you. A shiver of disgust went up your spine at the feeling of the cold and rigid weight crushing against your back.

Beneath you, an elbow dug into your ribs.

You suddenly felt Law shove something soft into your outstretched hand and, looking in, you saw Virus resting quietly there. You immediately brought your hand—and your stuffed animal—back to your face and buried your nose in his warm, cozy stomach which still smelled like home.

Disconnected, you barely noticed when Law lifted another corpse a few bodies away from you to stand under it and not move.

After an interminable wait, someone finally arrived and you heard a snap before the cart started moving. Little by little, you noticed that you were leaving the city center, then the barbed wire walls that had been installed around the city a few months ago.

You then passed near a forest.

Something warm and soft came into contact with your hand and gave it a light pressure. You then felt the contact break before noticing your brother slipping out of the pile of dead bodies to the ground even though the horse was still moving.

In your turn, you let yourself slide.

As soon as you had both feet on the ground, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the trees.

Miraculously, no one noticed you.

You were saved.

/!\ 𝖔𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 /!\

A few weeks later, Law returned to your hideout with his arms full of provisions of all kinds such as berries, mushrooms and a rabbit. He carefully placed them on the ground near the entrance before approaching the back of your hiding place with haste.

He had left you there while he had left looking for something to eat, lying on the ground and agonizing.

Your little five-year-old body had been pale and sweaty for several days while your temperature had skyrocketed. Law knew that every time he lifted the thin blanket covering you, he would find two gaping, infected wounds on your knees.

He recognized all the signs, having learned them from his father, but he didn't have the equipment to treat you.

He had the theoretical knowledge but he was doomed to watch the skin around the wounds become more and more red and swollen until, a few days ago, it began to ooze.

Unfortunately, when he came back to you that day, it was to find your pale and cold body waiting for him with your stuffed animal resting on your chest as your only comfort.

Your chest which no longer showed any movement.

He knew in that moment that you would never open your eyes again.

He collapsed.

°˖✧ Salut ✧˖°

I just wanted to warn that this is the first times that I have written texts with a somewhat horrific style, so I am sorry if you got excited about the title for nothing and were disappointed. I'm also not a consumer of horror material because I'm a big—huge, you can't even imagine how much—sissy, then the stories risk not being very original.

So, if you see points that can be improved, don't hesitate to let me know so that I can get better. Thanks! ~

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓-𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐. 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔!

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊!

𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

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[mamamittens]

Fireworks Encore (+18, AFAB)

Sequel to Fireworks

G/N version

Ace/Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: Slow sex, unprotected sex, fingering, foreplay, unconventional massage, creampie, cockwarming, and tired aftercare.

Might make a lightly edited AMAB version later but I gotta go to bed for work lol

Word Count: 1,783

You were wound up tight. Muscles tense and aching for relief from the rough past few days. Harsh conditions necessitating your help all around the ship until the navigators could get the Moby Dick out of the apparently tumultuous area. You’d nearly fallen overboard several times, slamming into damaged railing instead. So you were also bruised to hell and back.

But. You were all out of the rough patch of sea, everyone shoveling food from their plates before shuffling off to bed. And you planned on sleeping until you didn’t feel like shit. The food about as tasteful to your worn senses as stale water.

You stood up shakily, taking care of your plate before shuffling down the halls for a well-earned rest. You almost didn’t hear Ace coming up behind you.

“Oh, babe, you look rough.” Ace cooed, gently steering you down another hall towards his room. You blearily looked at him in confusion, nearly moaning as his natural warmth soaked into your worn body. His expression was soft as he kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t keep you up for nothing, baby. I just thought you’d more than earned some lovin’.”

Ace opened his door and ushered you in before closing and locking the door behind him. Candles lighting instantly in the darkness until the room was covered in flickering shadows. You swayed, really wanting to collapse into the bed already, but you wanted to see what he had planned. You knew that if you did fall asleep right now, Ace would leave you alone. Your body aching to pass out already—his warm hands settled on the sides of your ribcage, your weight falling back against him easily. Palms cupping your breasts sensually.

Soft kisses settled over your neck and shoulders.

“You don’t have to… I know you’ve been up as long as I have…” You sleepily murmured against his hair. His teeth flashed against your delicate skin as he smiled wide.

“How could I sleep knowing my sweet, loving, baby is in such rough shape?” Ace asked softly, hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting it up. Peeling it off like he thought it would hurt to go any faster, fingertips grazing over your skin leaving trails of heat. Ace pulled away from your aching shoulders only long enough to toss your shirt to the side. Bra following quickly with a kiss over where the straps marked your skin.

His hands hovered over your exposed chest radiating heat, skimming your body with every deep inhale as you moaned. Your aches soothed with every pass as he started stroking your chest and hips. Pausing to tease your breasts between hot fingertips when he felt you grew too quiet. Soft, wet kisses running across your strained shoulders. With every pass of his lips and hands, you relaxed just a little bit more.

Ace hummed, slipping his fingers between your hips and pants, slowly forcing them down until they pooled at your feet. Hands steadying you as you kicked off your shoes and stumbled forward onto the bed. Ace chuckled, lifting you higher up the bed until only your shins and feet hung off the end. Licking down your tense back as you moaned into the blankets.

His hands grew more firm, kneading your muscles like he intended on gently fondling your bones with his hot fingertips. Rubbing circles down your shoulder blades and spine. Across the trembling expanse of your ribs and the soft area above your hips. Teasing the soft underside of your breasts as he slid his hands underneath to cup them in his palms. Massaging them with a pleased groan. The bed creaked as he kneeled above your thighs, the room growing hazy and warm.

You started to drift then, not quite sleeping as you kept moaning and gently squirming under Ace’s attentive touch.

“You make such cute sounds for me, baby.” Ace whispered as he pressed his lips above the dip of your spine. Kissing softly as he fondled your ass in his hot palms.

Ace spread them apart with his thumbs as his body heat slid down further, his breath hot between your cheeks as he chuckled. He blew a teasing breath over your burning, wet pussy and your thighs clenched, Ace laughing softly as he pulled back.

“What does my hard-working baby need?” Ace asked huskily. “Hands or…?”

You couldn’t hold back the low keen as you weakly lifted up your hips.

“Anything~” You murmured into the blanket, grasping it in your hands as you shifted restlessly despite your exhaustion. Your thighs wet from his loving attention.

Ace chuckled low in his throat, slowly leaning on top of you, his naked body like a hot compress to your aching muscles.

“With. Pleasure.” Ace rumbled into your ear, a soft click echoing in the space before a slick, hot hand slid between your thighs. You panted, moaning as his warm fingers teased your aching cunt. Slipping in to work you open. You could feel his cock burning against your thigh as he licked at your neck, nipping the skin until you turned your head towards him.

Ace kissed you eagerly, tongue a slow slide over your lips as he messily pushed deeper into your cunt. Eating up your keening moan as you melted beneath him. Aching muscles trembling as he crooked his fingers and spread them apart in your walls. His other hand slid underneath you and teased your throbbing clit. Circling and pinching it as you cried out. Rubbing into your arousal that soaked the bed and his hands.

You came with a soft whine around his tongue, drenching his awaiting hands as he kept going. Faster. Harder. Intent on making you completely boneless underneath him.

You tried moaning his name, but found it hard with his lips and tongue still on yours. Breathing hot and heavy as your worn body tensed with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Just as you were about to cum again, Ace pulled away. Lips pecking your cheek as he grabbed your hips and tilted your ass up, lining his cock between your thighs.

You moaned, low and loud as he slid into your pussy slowly. Cock hot and thick enough to make you ache in a new way, your thighs trembling as he pulled back. Ass following the motion from how tightly you fit together until he squeezed your hips, pinning you in place to nearly pop out from your cunt. Thick head just barely in place as he panted.

“Relax. Let me do all the work, baby.” Ace whispered against your lips, eyes like hot iron in the soft darkness of his room. You let go of all the tension in your body, trusting him to keep you in place completely. “F-fuuuck just like that, baby~ mmnh~!” Ace whined before slowly slotting his hips against your ass, filling your cunt up again.

Slowly pulling his hot cock from your cunt only to give it all back again as you whimpered and moaned.

“Been dreaming of this pussy for days.”

“So sweet to me when I don’t deserve it~ haaahnn~!”

“Pussy so perfect and relaxed on my cock… yeah, you’ve earned this. Just take it~”

“Let me see how good it feels, you’re moaning so sweetly I could do this for hours~ you want that? Fucked underneath me for hours~?”

Ace babbled between open kisses as you whined, tension seeping from your body as you grew hot and weak underneath him. He never faltered or slowed in his pace. Cock unrelentingly rocking into your pussy as sweat beaded between your bodies.

Your orgasm crested slowly, winding up your aching muscles and tensing in your chest before it burst. Cream squirting onto Ace’s thighs and cock from your quivering, overstimulated cunt. Leaving you to fall completely boneless in Ace’s hands as he kept going, rocking deeper into you with heavy pants.

“A-A-Aaaaace—ahn~! P-Please!” You whined weakly, swallowing hard as you grew dizzy between the heat and exhaustion.

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?” Ace whispered hoarsely, moaning as your pussy quivered around him harshly.

“M-More~” You moaned. Ace’s teeth flashed, sharp in the low light as he hissed.

“Anything my baby asks for~” Ace licked into your panting lips as his wet hips slapped against the back of your thighs. Balls slapping against your soaked cunt. Going harder and faster, winding you up like the heat in your chest demanded.

Your breath came in sharp, rapid pants, keens breaking moans as the sound of wet sex grew louder. More frequent as Ace gave you exactly what you asked for.

“Ah-aah-hahhn~! Oh! Oh! A-A-Ace—ooohhhh~!” You trembled hard, Ace nipping your wet, abused lip with a snarl as his cock throbbed.

“Anything my baby deserves~” Ace hissed as you screamed hoarsely, body snapping into a tense arch underneath his assault as he slammed against your ass. Cock throbbing as his hot cum squirted out from your pussy and running down your thighs.

You keened, sobbing with pleasure as you shook violently. Ace’s body heating up against your back as he slowly laid down across your body. Hands rubbing your sides in gentle, soothing motions as he panted and praised you. His voice obscured by the harsh ringing in your ears. Rocking his hips slowly to ride out the last waves of your violent orgasm and his own.

“—beautiful. There we are, come back to me now, baby. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Ace whispered from behind you. You were laying on your side now, his cock still heavy inside your cunt as you caught your breath. “With me now, baby?” Ace kissed your shoulder.

“…mmmm-yeah.” You whispered sleepily, turning your head to kiss him. “…bed now?” You asked, thoroughly boneless against him.

Ace chuckled.

“Yeah, baby. Bed now.” Ace slowly pulled out until his cock slipped in the wet mess between your thighs. He got out, chuckling at your pathetic whine as he went to the bathroom. Returning only moments later with a hot rag.

Gently, he lifted your thigh up to clean up the mess. Kissing your now damp but clean skin lovingly. He glanced at your messy cunt with a faint, longing smile. Swiping the hot rag over your folds gently after a moment.

You moaned, aware of what he was thinking but too tired to pursue it.

Ace flashed his teeth in a smile.

“Later.” Ace promised, kissing your thigh again before sliding into bed next to you. Blanket pulled up to your shoulder as you cuddled up against his side.

You fell asleep quickly to the low sound of Ace praising you between soft kisses to your head.