#and I could easily be convinced to turn this into a bigger fic

[starrystevie]

steve harrington, luxury hotel heir, who wants nothing to do with the family empire. steve who remembers running away from every hotel he was dragged to as early as his memories allow, who stood in the lobbies and screamed until his throat was raw and his mother was so embarrassed she would take him outside.

he grows up knowing it’s in his cards to take everything over once he gets old enough and he despises it. the very idea of being in charge of the hotel chain has his skin crawling, electricity humming through his veins, makes the joint in his jaw constantly tense. rebelling isn’t really an option, not unless he wants to be kicked to the curb, so steve fights back in the smallest ways possible. he grows his hair a little too long, he wears his muddy reebok sneakers with his fancy suits at dinner parties, he snorts out a laugh with a roll of his eyes when his father introduces him as the future of the company.

it all gets to be too much. when steve, freshly 24 and old enough to take on more responsibility, tells his father that he won’t do it, that he won’t be a pawn in their game anymore, he gets cut off. credit cards canceled, fancy loft apartment lease forcibly broken by his father, access to the garages of bmws and mercedes taken away. he could get it all back, return to the ice of luxury he always knew, only if he could prove to his father that he could be a leader the company is proud of.

which is how steve finds himself working at the front desk at a smaller property of theirs in a place that should be named bumfuck, indiana. it’s the only hotel in town, which keeps them steadily busy with a bustling lobby bar and restaurant, as they’re the only lodging for out of town guests. he hates it, hates being confined behind the desks he’d look at with disdain as a kid in uncomfortable slacks and button downs that mirror his uniform now. he has to smile and schmooze and works off upgrade commissions and force himself to not stare off into space during the slow hours, imagining a life that could have been.

he’s been working there a little over a month when summer hours start and the lobby band comes back for the busy nights. it’s nothing exciting, a jazz band of sorts complete with a sax, but their guitarist catches his eye. he’s all long hair and smirks, leather and boots, and exactly the type of person mommy and daddy harrington would lose their minds over. he’s a way of rebelling all on his own in a gorgeously perfect package.

steve catches his eye as they’re setting up next to the bar for the night. the wink he confidently flashes causes the guitarist to stumble a bit before sending back a wave and a shy grin of his own, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. there’s a phrase rattling around in the back of his head, something about not mixing work and play, but all steve can think of is tangling their fingers and pressing a kiss to the man’s temple before running away wherever together with his father’s angry face fading away behind them.

it’s too tempting of an idea not to try, especially when the guitarist keeps looking at steve with the same look he’s sure to be giving him. especially when they’re both ducking their heads with upturned lips only to glance back up and have their eyes meet again and again. especially when he comes over to the desk after the band's first set and slides a piece of paper with a name and phone number over to steve dotted with x’s and o’s and a smiley face.

and the thing that bothers steve the most is that something amazing could come out of this whole mess and he'd owe it to his father for giving it to him. he's still going to try, though, especially because some hotel band guitarist named eddie is smiling at him like that.

#this may or may not be inspired by one of my fav rp ocs #and I could easily be convinced to turn this into a bigger fic #this also was written very fast and very haphazardly with a lot more that i'd want to expand on so sorry if it makes no sense #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet

[justagalwhowrites]

Growing - A Beskar Doll Drabble

Aidla makes her case to become a bounty hunter like her parents. A Beskar Doll drabble.

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Female Reader from Beskar Doll

CW: Pregnancy. No use of Y/N. Drabble is SFW but Source fic is 18+ only, minors DNI.

Length: 700

A/N: The first chapter of Beskar Doll went live one year ago today so, in honor of that, here's a little peek at what Din and Doll are up to with their little family. This takes place about 2 years after the end of Beskar Doll and I hope you enjoy it!

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“But I’m ready, Buir!” 

Din sighed, looking over his daughter’s head to you. Grogu was on your hip, an amused smile on your face and a small fistful of hair in his little grasp. 

Aidla turned to you. Din couldn’t see her face but he was sure she was pouting. 

“Mama!” She protested. “I’m sure I can do it! Really!” 

“Patu!” Grogu said, drawing your attention. 

“OK, I don’t need the two of you teaming up on me,” you said, adjusting your hold on your son. “And no, Aidla. You’re not big enough.” 

“Finally, something we can agree on,” Din said, earning him a scowl from you. “Your mother is right, Aidla. You’re too little.” 

You insisting on coming along for every part of the bounty hunting process was a sore subject between the two of you now that you were pregnant again. 

It made Din incredibly nervous, watching you do anything dangerous in your condition. Of course, he had a whole new understanding of what dangerous was when it came to his children - and you, when you were carrying one. While you were the single most competent person he knew - a formidable adversary and the best partner he could hope for in any combat - that didn’t make what the two of you did for a living safe. Bounty skippers weren’t exactly ready to come quietly and they weren’t above using something like your pregnancy against either of you. 

You, however, were as stubbornly confident as ever. You were convinced that you could handle anything that got thrown at you as easily as you did before you were pregnant. Though, in your defense, you’d been correct when you were pregnant with Aidla. 

That didn’t make it any easier to watch you put yourself in harm’s way now. 

“Why can’t I at least try?” Aidla whined, her little beskar staff tight in her fist. “How can I become a warrior if you never let me really fight?” 

She turned to look at Din. 

“Buir, how old were you when you first fought a bad man?” 

He sighed. 

“Not much bigger than you,” he said reluctantly. 

She smiled, a little triumphant, before turning back to you.

“Mama,” she said. “I know you weren’t too much bigger than me when you and Aunt Sosha went to school. And you were fighting bad guys before that! Why can’t I do it?” 

You bounced Grogu on your hip for a moment before looking back at Din. 

“Don’t,” he said, looking between you and Aidla. 

“Patu,” Grogu said. 

“She has a point…” you said.

“She’s not old enough!” 

“Din,” you lowered your voice and moved closer to him, whispering near his ear on his helmet. “I’d been running information to the rebellion for years by the time I was her age…” 

“That doesn’t mean she’s…” 

Din didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence. His leg got pulled out from below him and he went down hard, his beskar armor clattering against the floor of the Razor Crest’s hold. He was barely on the ground when he felt the small feet of his daughter clambering up his back, the end of her staff pressed firmly into the back of his neck. 

“See, Buir?” She said from her place standing on his back. “I can do it! I’m ready!” 

“Aidla!” Din could hear you straining not to laugh as you scolded her. “That is not how we spar, you know better.” 

“Mama,” she said, exasperated as she climbed off Din’s back. “I wouldn’t spar the bad guys. I’d just fight them.” 

You disguised your laugh with a cough as Din got up with a grunt and sighed. He looked into his daughter’s wide, brown eyes, not unlike his own. 

“Alright,” he sighed. “You can try. But you have to follow mine and your mother’s orders the moment we tell you, understand?” 

“I understand!” She said quickly, throwing her arms around Din’s waist and burying her face in the armor there. “I’ll do so good, Buir! I promise I will!” 

“Better go get ready,” he sighed. “Desert clothes.” 

She nodded once before taking off to get changed and Din looked to you, a small smile on your face as you came to stand beside him. 

“She gets that from you, you know,” he said. 

You looked up at him, smiling smugly. 

“Finally,” you said. “Something we can agree on.” 

#fanfic #beskar doll #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x fem!reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 30 to my poly skz fic.

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Warnings: None

You watch out the window as you slowly pull into the yard. This time there's only one person standing outside smiling as bright as the sun.

"Well he looks happy to see us." Chan says with a smile of his own. "Felix is always happy to see us." Minho reminds Chan. "You're right for once." Chan mutters earning a hit from Minho. "Fuck you Christopher." Minho says getting out the car at the joke.

Chan gets out quickly following behind him. You get out the car walking up to Felix. Felix takes you into his arms laughing at the chaos. "Baby I didn't mean it. It was a joke. I swear." Chan is coming up behind him and wrapping his hands around his waist.

"I know it's a joke, you idiot." Minho mumbles the last part, turning in Chan's arms. Minho smirks at him looking him in the eye.

"Do not look at me like that." Chan says hands still on his waist. "Like what?" Minho says smirk still on his face.

"Like you're planning something evil. I bet you're petting one of your cats in your head like Dr. Evil." Chan watches as he pouts at his comment.

"Is this your way of telling me I'm balding or that you don't know my cats names." Minho crosses his arms like a child would. Chan rolls his eyes. "Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. And no I think your hair is amazing and you're not balding." Minho smiles at his confession.

"They'll be pleased to know you remember their names." Chan smiles at him. "Good. They're like our babies. I can't forget my own kids names." Minho laughs at his boyfriends comment.

The smirk comes to his face once more. "You owe me. I want cuddles tonight and I get to sleep in your bed. You'll just have to make Hyunjin sleep with Jisung tonight." Chan laughs. "I'll see if I can arrange that."

"Hopefully you'll figure it out or I'll convince Hyunjin to switch with Changbin. Changbin has been kicking in his sleep lately and snoring." Minho knows he could easily get Hyunjin to agree to anything if he promised him kisses for a week.

"You wouldn't dare." Chan mumbles with a smile. Minho seems to take it as a challenge. "Watch me." Minho moves out Chans arms and he's walking up towards the door of the house. "HYUNJIN!" Minho yells as he gets closer and starts speed walking inside the house to find Hyunjin. Chan follows after him trying to get him to stop.

Felix giggles holding you in his arms. "They act like children when they're together." Felix shakes his head.

"Is it our turn?" You ask him and he nods with a smile. He places a kiss on your forehead. "What are we doing?" You say smiling.

"Baking." You can't help but smile as Felix excitedly tells you about everything he wants to make practically dragging you to the kitchen. Sitting at the table you see I.N. who you assume Felix has also dragged to the kitchen, reading instructions on a box.

"Felix I really think this time we should read the instructions. Remember last time we didn't? I don't think we should almost burn down the place with yn. Minho already banned you, Hyunjin, Seungmin and yn. I'm surprised he agreed to letting us bake in the kitchen again."

Felix gently grabs the brownie mix out of I.N.s hands. "Love I promise you it won't be the end of the world if we don't use the instructions. I do remember the last time we did. It took a lot of convincing but I got Minho to agree to it." I.N. finally meets your eyes again and you laugh as his eyes get bigger.

"I promise you I will not let Felix burn down the house with us in it." I.N. softly adds and you can't help but let out another laugh.

"I hope not. I think Minho's ghost would haunt our ghosts." You watch as I.N. and Felix nod with laughs of their own.

"I don't know if I could deal with an angry Minho in the after life." Felix giggles out. "Me neither." I.N. admits softly.

I.N. tilts his head for a second suspiciously at Felix. "Wait a minute. What did you promise Minho? It's too suspicious that he just agreed to let you in here again after last time." Felix shrugs with a smile. "Guess you'll never know."

"HE PROMISED HE'D GET CHANGBIN TO TRADE ROOMS ANYTIME IF I ASKED!" Minho yells across the house. "YOU HAD YOUR DATE TIME. ITS MINE AND INNIES TURN!" Felix yells back and Minho says nothing else in response. I.N. and you look at each other and laugh.

This was going to be fun.

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[five-bi-five-mind]

"pulling your lover closer by the waistband." With JJ?

Breakfast

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k+

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A short fic/drabble of what it's like when you try to surprise your wife with breakfast in the morning.

Warnings: alludes to smut, but really just fades to black.

A/N: Super short little fluff drabble for you, anon, while I try to get some bigger fics finished in the meantime!

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“Hey hey hey!” You exclaim with a giggle. “Careful, you’re going to make me drop something.” 

You currently had your hands full, facing the counter as you mixed with one hand and clutched a bowl full of blueberry muffin batter in the other. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and the first thing you did when you got out of bed was throw some clothes on and prepare to surprise your wife with some breakfast. 

Only, you thought you were being sneaky and quiet, but really she was more successful than you were. You didn’t even realize she was awake when she tiptoed into the kitchen. But then you had felt two hands move around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder and now here you were struggling to keep the bowl of muffin mix from tipping over. 

JJ didn’t even acknowledge your protests before she started placing feather light kisses against the side of your neck. 

“JJ seriously,” You definitely didn’t sound very serious or convincing with the attention she was giving your neck. “I’m going to spill something.”

“Hm,” She hummed against your skin. “Then maybe you should put the bowl down…” You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t incredibly tempting, but you had a goal to achieve and that was making your perfect wife a perfect breakfast to show her just how much she means to you. JJ was constantly going above and beyond to show her love for you. You lost count of how many days you’d come home to a pleasant, thoughtful surprise left for you by your wife. This was something small, a well planned breakfast to start JJ’s day, but it was still something you were determined to give her. But now her hands are sliding down your arms to meet yours and you know the minute she gets you to put down that bowl your plans for a cute breakfast with your favorite person will be long gone.

 “Come on,” She whispered in your ear, causing you to clutch onto your mixing spoon until your knuckles turned white. “Just set it down for a minute. The food can wait.” 

You shook your head, desperately trying to stand your ground. Somehow, you managed to wiggle your way out of her arms before her hands could meet yours and put the bowl down for you. With speed and surprising grace you managed to cross your kitchen, this time facing your wife and watching her every move, making sure she couldn’t sneak attack you and distract you from your personal mission. 

JJ just turned so she could lean against the counter with her arms folded across her chest. She looked amused, like she knew you were two seconds away from cracking and letting her pull you right back into your bedroom. The smirk on her face had you rolling your eyes as you continued to furiously mix the ingredients in the bowl.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” JJ chuckled as she watched you continue to scurry around the kitchen to find and fill a muffin pan with what you had just mixed.

“Like what?” You scoffed as you filled each individual tin. “All I’m doing is trying to prepare my wife a nice breakfast.” Your back was turned away from her for one minute as you moved to the oven. 

“Like you think you’ll get away that easily.” And before you could even realize, the minute your hands were free again and you turned back around from the oven, JJ was right in front of you. Hands sliding around your waist this time, she pulled you closer until you were pressed completely against her. You couldn’t stop her if you wanted to, you were putty in her hands. She just shot you the biggest, most triumphant grin before leaning in and kissing your nose, then each cheek, then finally your lips. Your hands ended up landing on either of her shoulders and you found yourself pulling her closer by the straps of the tank top she was wearing the minute her lips met yours. 

“How long do those take to bake?” JJ mumbled against your lips, before kissing you again.

“Mm.. I don’t know…” you managed between your wife’s kisses. “Fifteen minutes, I think…” 

“Plenty of time,” JJ whispered against your lips. You felt JJ’s hands slip into the belt loops of your jeans and suddenly you felt yourself being pulled as JJ walked backward towards the exit of the kitchen. For a moment you lost yourself in your wife. JJ’s lips were still on yours, her tongue slightly peaking out to trace your bottom lip as she continued to kiss you. You were totally distracted until JJ’s back hit the doorframe, clearly misjudging where she was going as she tried to walk you out the kitchen. 

“Hey hey no,” You managed to pull away from her, if only for a second. “We’ll burn the house down.”

JJ just grinned and repositioned herself so she could keep pulling you out of the kitchen. Your hands that were still resting on her shoulders were now trying to push to stop her, but your heart still wasn’t in it so, if she noticed your protests, she didn’t care to acknowledge it. 

“JJ…” you warned again. 

“Shhh shhh,” Her hands that were still pulling at your belt loops moved now to slip into each of yours. “It doesn’t even matter. I turned the oven off when you weren’t look.” 

“How did you…” Your mind was trying to figure out when she had time to slip past you and turn off the oven. As you keep trying to run a play by play through your mind, you let JJ continue to pull you towards your bedroom. “Why did you ask about the bake time?”

“I guess you were just distracted… and we’ll probably be pretty hungry after. I wanted to know how long it would take.,” JJ’s grin widened as she watched your confusion. What you hadn’t realized is that before JJ even approached you, she turned off the oven that you had preheating. You begin to protest again, but before you can get a word out of your mouth JJ stops you short. “The food will be fine, it can wait… I would much rather eat something else first.” 

“Oh…” Was all you managed. The line would’ve had you rolling your eyes if it were anyone else, but the way JJ’s tone shifted along with the way she was now staring at you. Yeah… Okay, maybe breakfast can wait.You’ll make it up to JJ  later. After all, who were you to deny her when your one goal was to give your wife a nice, romantic breakfast?

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[al-astakbar]

Can I request a size kink with a sprinkle of choking w our favorite blueberry man 🥺 (your thrawn fics made my day lol)

> title ☆ Lucky

> summary ☆ The warlord Grand Admiral Thrawn chooses you to keep his bed warm.

> pairing ☆  Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [2.1k] ☆ warnings ☆ size kink; big cock; size difference; very mild choking (consensual hand on throat, no squeezing or breathplay); butt plug; mildly dubcon because of the circumstance/power imbalance

> posted on ao3

You are lucky to be a warlord’s prize. Luckier still that the warlord in question is Grand Admiral Thrawn. 

“I frighten you,” he says. Not a question. 

You nod, because he does. He’s broad shouldered and tall, his uniform stretched over his back and chest and as you stand in front of him, the top of your head barely reaches his collarbone. He gazes down at you from such a height, his red eyes glowing and his expression glacially, ominously calm.

But he intrigues you for all the same reasons. Perhaps that’s why he had chosen you. 

Perhaps he could tell how your pulse had spiked the first time you’d ever seen him. How your breath had caught at how sharply handsome he was, and how very alien he seemed, with those unsettling, bright eyes and blue skin and forehead ridges. Even more than his stature, Thrawn commands power. It is honed and imposing, evident in every movement, every word.

He had pointed to you out of a lineup, silently. An elegant, almost lazy gesture of his white-gloved hand. He wanted that one-- you-- and two of his stormtroopers had hauled you off to his shuttle. 

He steals you away from everything you know. You did not think he would be so gentle with you. 

“Come,” he orders, indicating his lap. “Sit.”

In thin socks and your thin shift, you approach him, heart beating wildly. This won’t be so bad. He only wants you close, a little pet to keep him company. He chose you, he explains calmly, because you looked like you might be particularly responsive to stimulation… and he was right. 

Trembling, you don’t dare flinch away from his touch. But he quickly convinces you that you wouldn’t want to. Why had you ever wanted to? 

He plays with you absently for a while, running his fingers through your hair. Palming your breasts over the fabric and rolling your nipples, pinching and tugging them until you whine. All the while he has a data pad in his other hand, and he punishes you with a sharp slap to your thigh if you get too loud or impatient. You feel small in his lap, like a little toy, something tactile for him to play with. 

Sit nicely, be pretty. The more you wriggle in his lap, the more you feel something firm and big pressing against your butt. Too big. Enticing. You squeeze your thighs together, desire mounting with the heady knowledge that he could so easily overpower you and take what he wants. 

After a while, when you are restless, he turns you, ass up over his knee, smooths his hands up your thighs as he pushes them apart without resistance. He hmms at the sight of you. So unashamed and needy, all slick and shaking and ripe. Instead of touching you like you want, he works a plug into your ass, tells you “we’ll save that for later”, and sits you on his back on his lap. He is careful not to hurt you, but at the same time he takes no heed of your protests. Bounces his knee every so often so you don’t get too used to the plug. He wants to make sure you can always feel it, a reminder of what’s to come. 

He gets you wet and messy on his tongue first before he even undoes his trousers. You can see his erection tenting the fabric when he stands up. Big. This promises to be painful if he isn’t careful, and you can’t will the tension out of your body, even after he tastes you and opens you with his long fingers. One fits nicely. Two of them stretch you, bigger than anything or anyone you’ve had before. Three. Too much, but he tells you that you must, because his cock is even bigger and for it to feel good, he must take the time to prepare you.

But you feel so small under him, so unyieldingly tight. 

When he decides you’re prepared enough, he stands, his mouth glistening with your arousal. He doesn’t bother fully undressing, just tucks the hem of his tunic up in his belt and-- 

You can’t help staring when pulls out his cock. 

Thick and long, and much less human than you expected. It has ridges, seemingly made for pleasure. Made to fuck deep and stay deep, to fill so you so well you’ll never be happy with anything else. The shaft is particularly thick, around the middle. You don’t know how it’s supposed to fit in you or anyone.

He lifts you easily. Urges you to wrap your legs around his waist, which you do with apprehension. 

He notches the head of his cock at your entrance, where it feels impossibly big.

“It won’t fit,” you tell him in a small voice. “Please, it won’t--” 

Instead of pressing up, he lowers you, as if you weigh nothing. You squirm at the intrusion, whimpering too big too big please~ the thick head pushes, then slips. Thrawn gives a low growl, tries again. This time, he holds you securely, lets you drop slowly. He splits you open, inch by torturous inch, until the head is in. 

He stills. “Breathe. Take a deep breath.”

On your exhale, he lets you down a little lower. 

You whine, and as you slide down more-- a little more-- you’ve never had anything this big, had never even imagined it. You throb around it, squeezing your eyes shut. Thrawn’s hands grip your ass, spreading you apart wide, but even like this the plug doesn’t come out. 

Your body does not let the thickest part of him in easily. You know better than to struggle, you just have to relax and take it, but you shake with the effort, skin bright with a sheen of exertion. 

Blood roars behind your ears. Your cunt pulses around him uselessly. 

It’s too much.

He gives a slight jerk of his hips and--

A slick, obscene sound, and your own incoherent, shocked moan. Overwhelming pressure. You’re fully speared on his cock. 

Thrawn’s approval is a purr. An unbroken string of words in his low, soft voice. In Basic, first, but he lapses to something alien.

You have your arms slung around his shoulders, which are so broad you can barely reach your hands. Your face buried against his neck, mouth slack. You’re drooling slightly, drooling on his pristine white uniform. 

“Look at me,” he says. 

You raise your head, eyes bleary and unfocused. His lips are parted, cheeks flushed purple.  

“How do you feel?” 

“G-good. And…” the plug in your ass plus Thrawn’s cock -- your body sings with arousal. “Full.” And, against everything you expected, safe. 

He smiles. “Yes, you are quite full. I can feel how you squeeze. But…You can take more, can’t you. You want more.”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

And you melt. Lucky, indeed. 

He doesn’t kiss you at first. He waits until this moment, until you are fully impaled on his cock, to slant his mouth over yours in a hungry, claiming kiss. His lips and tongue are hot. He licks into your mouth, swallows down your little moans and answers with his own.  

He lifts you up, and your inner muscles tremble. 

He fucks you like you’re a toy. No need to thrust his hips when he’s strong enough to simply move you how he wants. Lift up- pull down. 

The pulse in your core races. Makes every in-out of his cock that much more immediate, makes you feel how you barely fit around him, you’re too small and tight and he’s much, much too large. Sweat beads across your skin, hot and prickly all over.

He’s so big, moving faster now, you can’t quite catch your breath. With every stroke his ridged cock drags a shivery pleasure over the most sensitive spot inside you, stretching you, pressing everywhere. 

He cums once, fast. His hips jerk and his cock twitches and swells and overfills you. He doesn’t stop. Barely even slows down even as his viscous cum drips out of you. And soon, with a needy, broken moan, he cums again. He’s not going to stop. He’s going to keep going, keep fucking you until he feels your pleasure unravel around him. 

When you are nice and pliant, he pulls out. Your body misses him right away. An empty ache where his cock should be. And you can’t quite stand on your own, your legs wobbly and coltish. His cum and your arousal drips down, you feel it and hear it squelching inside you. You sag against him. 

He puts you on the bed, which is neatly made with a military-style coarse wool blanket pulled over crisp, taut white sheets. 

You watch him, transfixed, spread your legs for him. 

His cock is still hard, a deep bruised purple but now streaked and sticky with his spend, with a line of it dripping down his balls too. 

Deliberate and meticulous, he undresses. Stripping off his belt and boots and tunic to fold and put aside with care. 

A uniform, on some people, lends charisma and authority they don’t actually have. Not Thrawn. He doesn’t look any shorter without his boots. His shoulders and chest are just as broad and well-defined without the sharp lines of the tunic accentuating them.

There is a perceptive gleam in his glowing red eyes. He knows his size excites you. 

He helps you turn over, onto your front. You feel the bed dip as he kneels, and you spread your legs wider, showing him the plug just above your glistening, well-fucked pussy. 

“You are proving delightfully willing.” His voice is warm with praise. “And so very… eager.”

He has to hold you up, just drags you up by your waist and pushes back in. 

You clench at the intrusion but there is no pain. Only sweet, aching fullness. 

Even better when he puts his thumb on the base of the plug and just— pushes. Pulses it into your ass in time with his thrusts while he fucks your pussy. 

He slips his arm underneath you, his hand easily spans your chest, covering your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers one and then the other. 

You bare your neck to him. His red eyes burn brighter. This act of submission intrigues him. 

He moves his hand up, and places it at your neck. Just— holds you there, forcing you to arch your back as he pumps you with measured strokes.

“More… please.”

Thrawn huffs out a low, almost desperate sound, lets his weight over you carry him deeper. On the next stroke, deeper again. 

You pant his name over and over, and he encourages you, his voice tender and soft but his words filthy. More…. Yes. Such a tight, sweet pussy, taking me so well. Already so full but greedy for more… 

At last he is as deep as he can go, his heavy balls pressed against you. He circles his hips, drawing a gasp from you, because in addition to his cock you can feel his hips press the plug in harder, deeper. 

He gives shuddering moans as he begins to thrust into you, as if he’s been holding himself back. His shaft slides fully in and out with ease, still thick and heavy, his balls slapping wetly against your clit. 

Thrawn rides you, reams you. He has hold of you by your neck, your back flush against his chest, possessing you completely. 

Heat builds in your core. Thrawn stokes it to a blaze. At the same time, his fingers tighten by a degree. Just to remind you. His control is absolute— your breath lighter, shorter— but warm and careful. 

He owns your senses. His hand at your waist slips down, finds your clit. All it takes is one little circle of his finger to make you feel— everything. 

And your mind blisses out. 

You clench around him strongly, back arching away from him as you strain but he keeps you where he wants you. 

Pleasure burns brightly through you like a wildfire, searing every nerve and for a moment, there is nothing other than pure sensation. He doesn’t stop when you cry out. He fucks you through it, praise spilling from his lips while he splits you open, enjoying how your tight, slick pussy takes all of the driving force of his cock. He draws it out, with longer, slower strokes. Until you’re whimpering and trembling, raw from overstimulation.

You could have been passed over. He could have pointed to someone else, and you’d have been shipped off to work in one of the factories like all the others.

And yet here you are. Warm and sated just from coming on a big cock and getting told what a good girl you are. The Grand Admiral lets you rest for a few minutes, brings you water, wipes your face with a soft cloth before pulling the plug out with a slick pop. You know what’s next. Your body hums with desire. Lucky. 

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And Is Three A Party Or A Crowd?

MINORS DNI

Thank you to AstellaArrival on AO3 for this commission!!

Warnings: amab top reader (who's referred to as a man), Yandere power (?) bottom Simeon, voyeur Asmo, (non-consensual) voyeurism, dubious consent, jealousy, possessiveness, make-up sex, dacryphilia, cock cages

erm a little note before the fic bc this is a bit darker than what i typically write.. there are heavy themes of voyeurism, dubious consent (on readers behalf), and outrageously unhealthy relationships in this fic. I left it ambiguous as to whether this is a scene between the characters or not. If it helps your mind rest easy, Simeon is aware of everything, and everyone discussed this earlier <3 And if you're more turned on by the fact that Simeon isn't aware, then you can read the fic that way <3

As soon as you finish your sentence you regret saying it, as Asmodeus nearly falls over from laughing so hard. 

Glancing at the folks around you, you hope that none overheard you.

“You said what to him?” he hiccups, then screws his eyes shut as he focuses on breathing and composing himself. Asmo, along with all his brothers (you’re impressed that someone was able to convince Levi and Belphie to show up), and your mutual friends, are currently at the ball that Diavolo– Lord Diavolo, the Lucifer in your head corrects– is hosting. As soon as you showed up alone, which is an unusual thing now that you’re dating Simeon, Asmo was glued to your side. 

He had barely greeted you before he began to question you like a detective, nosing his way into your business to figure out why you and your boyfriend showed up separately. He’d gone so far to accuse you of getting divorced, which you explained would be impossible considering you’re not married; though the correction did not stop Asmo’s questioning over who would get custody of Luke. 

The fight you had with Simeon was not even very major, you should really stop using the word fight if you’re honest. What happened between the two of you was hardly even an argument. No matter what you called it, you knew if you didn’t tell Asmo it would become an even bigger mess. You’re lucky he had not yet given up on you, and ran to question Simeon instead. 

You cave fairly easily and tell Asmo about how you had asked Simeon for a little space within the day, and he’d taken offense. There’d been some not-so-loving words exchanged in the heat of the moment, but nothing that could not be forgiven and forgotten. You remember the immediate regret that hit you during the argument when he had smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and promised with tight lips that he would give you space. He had made a noticeable space between you and him when you’d gone to bed, and recommended that you should go to the ball separately. 

Now you’re here. 

“I’m not repeating myself,” you huff, suddenly embarrassed by the situation. It was, however, a relief to tell someone about the incident. You feel a little better already after getting it off your chest. Asmo tuts,

“It’s really not that bad darling, I’m sure he’ll forgive you, or you’ll forgive him” he pauses, thinking over the information you’d relayed, “sorry, are you even mad at him? I’m a little lost.”

“I’m not mad,” you insist, sighing wistfully as you (not-so-subtly) turn to look at where Simeon is. He looks so pretty in his white suit and blue tie (the one you told him matches his eyes), talking to Solomon and Luke. You want to go over to him and somehow fix the situation you’re in, but you doubt a party is the best place to do it. Asmo coos, 

“Oh you pathetic, desperate, sad man,” you turn to look at him, frowning. Opening your mouth you attempt to complain about him kicking you while you’re already down, but Asmo’s giggle stops you, “c’mon let's dance or something, we’ll get your mind off it,” he lightheartedly suggests. There’s a pause as you think about it for a second, and then you let him drag you to the dance floor. A smile works its way to your face as you think about how you’re grateful you have a friend like him, who always knows how to cheer you up. 

Asmodeus situates the two of you in such a way that your back is to Simeon and Solomon. His hope is that you stop trying to sneak peaks of them. This also prevents you from seeing the bone chilling look on Simeon’s face once he notices you dancing together. He’s staring the two of you down, smiling as he talks to Solomon and Luke, but gripping his drink with such force that Asmo wonders how the glass hasn’t broken yet. Thank god Solomon and Luke haven’t picked up on Simeon’s sour mood.

A few songs pass, with the two of you making small talk as you dance, before Asmo’s eyes widen as an “uh oh,” falls from his lips. “Here comes your man,” he informs you, and then you feel the hand on your arm. Turning, you find Simeon staring you down. You feel like you’ve been caught, even though you haven’t done anything.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he doesn’t look or sound sorry at all, “it’s just the two of you looked to be having such a good time, I couldn’t help but wonder what you could possibly be talking about?” he asks, smiling innocently. He doesn’t even spare Asmo a glance. You could cut the evident tension radiating off Simeon with a knife. Asmo seems largely unaffected.

“Oh nothing interesting,” he waves his hand dismissively, “just the results of Beel’s latest Fangol game, he did really well, but he always does, so there’s nothing new there,” he rambles, sounding bored as he recounts the last few minutes. Looking at Simeon, you don’t think he’s listening to a word that Asmo’s saying.

“Yeah, did you want to join in?” you ask, hoping that you don’t sound too eager. 

“Oh no, I recall you saying that you wanted space,” Simeon mentions offhandedly, like it’s not the thing the two of you have been obsessing over for the last 24 hours. Asmo opens his mouth, likely to point out how Simeon was the one to infringe on your space in the first place, but thankfully stops himself. Instead, he amuses himself by watching you fumble with your words,

“Simeon– I– that was– it was really stupid– I– what I should have said– I mean what I meant– I mean I didn’t mean it, is what I mean,” Simeon looks at you with an unreadable expression. There’s a second of uncomfortable, awkward silence between the three of you before Simeon takes you by your arm without a word.

You let him pull you out of the grandiose ballroom, giving a weak wave to your friend, hearing Asmo cackle as you disappear into the crowd. 

“Hey,” you start to slow down, tugging on Simeon’s arm once he pulls you into a mostly empty hallway. He turns to you, and wraps his arms around your neck, tugging you into a kiss. You smile, pleased that he’s back to clinging to you. You didn’t know how much you would miss him until there was space between the two of you.

“Try that again,” he says as he pulls back, referring to your mess of words that hardly formed a sentence or coherent thought at all. You’re relieved that he sounds a lot less upset and passive-aggressive now that you’re out of the ballroom.

“I’m sorry for what I said, and how I said it. There was a lot that I said and I didn’t mean. I missed you,” you admit, wrapping your arms around his waist. Simeon steps further into your space until he’s pressed flush against you.

“I forgive you. I missed you too,” he confesses, leaning in for another kiss. You kiss back happily until you feel his tongue press against your lips, a signal that he wants more.

“Simeon,” you breathe as you pull from him, but he crashes his lips against yours once more, preventing you from stressing to him that you are very much in a public place right now and any number of people could walk in on the two of you making out.

Tonguing the inside of your mouth, he steps back slowly, dragging you along with him, until his back is pressed against the wall. 

A tingle of arousal sparks in your loins when you feel his hands start to wander. While sucking on your tongue, Simeon lets his hands slip from around your neck down to your chest. He feels you up for a second, then goes to undo your tie, and slips his fingers under your shirt to touch your skin. The coolness of his fingers against your flushed skin shocks you awake, and you tear yourself from him. 

“Not here,” you murmur, taking Simeon’s hands in yours to stop them from groping you. You then look behind you anxiously, only to find you’re alone in the hallway. You breathe a sigh of relief, and turn back to find Simeon looking disheveled and wanton– his hair out of place, his lips wet and parted, his blue eyes shining brightly as he stares you down. 

“Follow me,” he grins, not giving you a choice as he yanks you by your hand and leads you further away from the ballroom. Suddenly, he takes a right, opening a door to reveal an empty bedroom. Simeon hauls you inside, shutting the door behind you. You feel flushed all over, thankful that the dark blue of the twilight hour is seeping from the window and masking your facial expressions for the time being.

Simeon lets go of your hand in favor of rushing around the room. You sit on the side of the bed, slipping off your shoes as he lights a candle on the bedside table. When he turns to face you, his features now illuminated by the warm flickering candlelight, you feel your heart throb. 

“That suit makes you look so pretty,” you tell him what you’ve been wanting to say all night long. Simeon kicks off his shoes, and smiles, the first genuine smile you’ve seen on him for the last couple of hours. 

“Don’t you think I would look prettier with it off?” he suggests, plopping himself down comfortably in your lap. You steady him by holding onto his hips, letting out a soft noise at his forward flirting.

“What has you all worked up tonight?” Simeon hums at your question, and instead of answering he tugs off your tie, tossing it elsewhere, and takes your face in his hands, leaning to kiss your jaw. He kisses his way around your face, not leaving a single feature untouched by his lips, until finally pressing his soft lips against yours. 

“Maybe I just missed you, is all,” he whispers against your mouth. You’re about to lean in for another kiss, but Simeon pulls back before you can. “Or maybe I don’t like seeing you dancing with other men,” his grip on your face tightens a bit, and his expression shifts to one you’ve encountered only a few times before, usually when he thinks you’re not looking at him. It’s one that makes your gut drop, and sets worry deep in your bones about what he’ll do next.

“Simeon, it wasn’t like that,” you assure, rubbing soft circles into his hips. You hope your words are comforting him, because you can see now how it might have looked. 

“Oh really? You didn’t want more time to yourself just so you could spend it with him ?” he questions you, breathing just a bit heavier as he stares you down with unblinking eyes. 

“No, no, I was wrong about that,” you’re quick to amend. You try your best to nuzzle into his touch, acting like this is a normal response and a normal reaction. “I said I missed you, I meant it. I was wrong to want more space, I missed you so much baby,” you tell him honestly. Simeon’s wild gaze softens, just a bit.

He doesn’t say anything, just pets the side of your face gently, touching and tracing all over your face as he studies you. 

“You’re mine, you know,” he whispers, “say it, I need to hear it,” he nearly begs. 

“I’m yours Simeon, I promise,” 

“Yes,” his hands leave your face, moving to hold onto yours. He pushes your hands from his hips down towards his groin. “You wouldn’t touch Asmo– anyone else like this, would you?” Simeon asks, making you touch the slight bulge in his suit pants. 

You shake your head, “only you Simeon,” he grinds into your touch. You can feel the cage he’s wearing under his clothing press against your flesh, and you shudder at the memory of putting it on him.

“You want to see me, don’t you?” Simeon asks, and his words make it sound like he’s trying to come off as cocky, but he just sounds desperate.

He takes your nodding head as permission and shucks off his suit jacket, rips his tie over his head, then nearly tears off his button down shirt. All that’s left are his pants. 

Simeon gets off your lap, and begins stripping his bottoms off, and you’re very consumed by the sight before you, but loud laughter coming right from outside the door sends chills all over your body. 

“Wait, wait,” you whisper-yell at Simeon, fearful at the thought of someone coming in while Simeon undresses for you.

Your lover is unperturbed by the people who’ve decided to have a loud conversation right outside the room you’re hidden in. Simeon steps out of his underwear, and your eyes immediately shoot to Simeon’s caged cock between his soft, plush thighs. 

“Simeon,” you whisper, scared to make any noise louder than that. He plops himself on your lap, but you’re having trouble focusing on him with the knowledge that there are others who could listen or walk in at any moment. A violently nagging thought racks your brain as you try to remember whether Simeon locked the door behind the two of you. You’re nearly certain he didn’t. 

“No, wait,” you protest as his hands reach for your belt. Simeon frowns, popping his lower lip out in a pout,

“You said you were mine?” he says at a normal volume, causing your gaze to shoot to the doorway in fear,

“Shhh,” you warn, but the guests outside didn’t seem to hear or notice the sound of Simeon speaking. “No, wait a second,” you urge as he ignores you and begins to unbuckle your belt. The metal clanking against itself sets an obscene amount of anxiety within you. Your hands grasp weakly at his thighs. You can’t remember a time when you felt this nervous. “Wait just a second Simeon, please, we have to be quiet, there’s people outside, anyone could come in and see,” you ramble nervously as Simeon tosses your belt onto the bed carelessly. 

“Ah,” he grins– and how can he be so frivolous with all this?!– “I can be quiet,” he flirts, finally softening his voice towards a whisper. You know that’s a damn lie, but Simeon continues, huffing quietly, “I bet Asmo could not be quiet,” and you’re not sure if that’s supposed to be an insult or not. “I bet,” he reaches into your front right pocket, where you always keep the key to his cage, “everyone at this ball would hear his noises if you penetrated him,” he feels up your half hard cock from within the pocket before taking the key out. 

“Simeon, that’s kinda mean,” you feel very conflicted with what he’s saying. It’s like Simeon is bashing and praising Asmo at the same time. You've also not spent much time imagining your friend getting fucked, and certainly have not imagined you being the one fucking him, but it seems like Simeon has spent some time thinking about it. Defending Asmo was not the right move to make, you realize as Simeon’s gaze hardens.

“Well, maybe he should not have been dancing so close to you. I wouldn’t find myself so frustrated with him if he had just backed up a bit,” he huffs. “Help me get these off,” he demands, tugging on your waistband. There’s an awkward readjusting period where you undress yourself fully. 

You notice that it’s gone quiet in the hallway, meaning the guests have moved. You’re still anxious about being found out, especially if you’re gone too long, but at least you can semi-refocus your attention onto Simeon while knowing you’re secluded for now.

“It’s obvious he wants to take what’s mine,” Simeon says softly, resettling himself on your lap. He spits into his hand and reaches down to stroke you to full hardness. You’d lost a bit of your erection from fear, but it doesn’t take long for him to get you worked up again. You return your hands to his hips, holding him steady, and you notice the slight tremor they have from the adrenaline lingering. “But there’s a reason you hold a key to my cage,” he mumbles, rubbing the tip of your cock and distracting you. You try to stifle the moan that leaves your lips at the sensation. “You’re mine and I’m yours. You holding the key is proof of it. I wear it because I’m yours,” he rambles possessively, his breathing labored. There’s some underlying guilt, but you’re undeniably turned on by how possessive Simeon is getting over you. 

He suddenly stops stroking you, and reminds you that he’s been holding onto the key to his cage when he forcefully presses it into the palm of one of your slightly shaking hands.  

“Unlock me,” you look at him, dazed and confused as you slowly process his words, your head too muddled with lust to think straight. It takes you some time to do so with the state you’re in, but eventually you press the key into the lock, and remove the cage from him. Being able to focus on a task grounded you, and you’re grateful that Simeon didn’t rush you through it. 

He gasps at the relief, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “Thank you, oh thank you,” he murmurs, kissing your skin. Your heart swells at being able to please your lover, and the anxiety you’d had is nearly nonexistent now. You place the cage and key next to you on the mattress, and run your fingers through his hair. 

The moment of tenderness ends when you feel Simeon’s swollen, needy, leaking cock rut against yours,

“I want you inside me,” he moans. 

“We need a condom,” you tell him breathlessly, impressed with yourself for even thinking of it. Because even though imagining your cum seeping from his hole makes you salivate and leak pre, you know the aftermath of Simeon being all messy while you have to attend the rest of the ball would not be fun. Simeon slips off from your lap, just as easily as he plopped himself down in the first place. It gives you whiplash. 

He rummages through his suit pants, only settling in your lap again when he has a condom and mini vial of lube in his hands.

“Did you plan for this?” you ask, taking the lube from him. Simeon smiles,

“Maybe,” and you laugh at that, leaning in to kiss him lovingly. He pulls back after a second, eager for you to start stretching him out. “I want to ride you,” Simeon tells you as you coat your fingers with lube. “I have to see you, and I want to feel you in my stomach, I want to remember- ah ,” he’s cut off momentarily when you reach around his body and press against his hole. Simeon rocks himself back against your fingers, “I want to remember that I’m the only one who will get your dick inside of me.”

You groan at his words, spreading the lube along his rim then slipping a finger inside of him easily. Simeon lets out a pleasured hum, clinging to you as you being to prep him for your cock. You work in one finger, intentionally avoiding his prostate, only focusing on stretching him open for another. It takes a good moment until he feels ready, and then you press in another, scissoring his hole open, and only barely fucking your fingers into him. To your surprise, he is fairly quiet through this, only kicking up the volume and frequency of his moans when you finally add a third finger alongside the others. 

“I’m ready,” he gasps as you begin to scissor your fingers, “please, I want- I need your cock, now, I-” he moans, scratching your skin desperately. 

You slowly ease your fingers out of him, wiping off your lubed fingers on the bedsheets and mentally sending Barbatos an apology for it. Simeon, lost in his desperation and need, sloppily lubes up your cock, and you let out a stuttered moan at the stimulation. Within the blink of an eye he’s shakily raised his hips and popped the head of your cock into his entrance.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your eyes flickering to the door while he squeezes and sinks himself onto you. Your heart catches in your throat when your gaze catches a pair of amber eyes peaking through the doorway. Asmo- your brain quickly provides an identity after putting together all the pieces- is staring at the two of you through a crack in the door, and when he notices you’ve caught him he winks, bringing a finger to his lip in a “shhh” gesture.

“Simeon-” you choke, fumbling at his skin. Your skin feels itchy and hot, “wait,” he sinks lower on your cock and you try to silence your moan, “ ah - stop, stop, we can’t, someone could cuh- oh -come in,” you whisper. 

Simeon drops himself further onto your cock, “ oh , I can’t stop now,” he whines, “I need you inside of me, I need it.” From the sound of his voice alone, you believe him. You think if you pulled him off of you now, he’d be inconsolable.

You glance over to the door once again and see that Asmo has his cock pulled out of his suit pants and has his hand wrapped around it. Though you can only faintly see him with the help of the candlelight and light from the hallway, the sight of him still makes your hips jerk, and Simeon’s breath catches. He turns his head to look, but you stop him by tugging on his hair pulling him into a wet and messy kiss. On one hand, you want Simeon to know someone’s there, but on the other hand, the fear of what would happen if Simeon knew it was Asmo watching stops you from letting him look. 

Successfully distracted, he lets you lick into his mouth until he’s gasping for breath. When Simeon pulls back- a string of saliva connecting your lips- his pupils are dilated and his lips are puffy, spit-slicked, and still looking much too kissable. 

Leaning in, you try to capture his lips again, but he slides down the rest of your length, and releases a shuddered sigh when he’s seated fully on your lap. Your head knocks back slightly as your cock is fully engulfed by his hot, tight, twitching hole. Simeon’s lashes flutter shut, and being filled with you makes his expression melt into one of pure content. Then he starts to move.

You let out a startled moan as he fucks himself on your cock, starting with a fervored pace, letting out soft, erratic moans in your ear. Tucking your face into his chest you try your best to hide how knowing that you’re being watched makes your cock twitch and your balls ache. 

You would have never guessed that being watched while you fuck would turn you on so much, but the fact that Asmo is getting off on you fucking Simeon has undeniable effects on you. You almost wish he’d come into the room, so you could better see how he jerks himself off while he watches the two of you. Part of you wonders if Simeon is right; if he weren’t hiding, would Asmo be loud and open with his sounds?

You wonder what Asmo's point of view is. How much can he really see with just the candlelight and light seeping in from the hall? Would he be able to see Simeon's gorgeous arched back, and his perfect ass bouncing as he works himself off on your cock. Would he be able to see hints of your cock– disappearing and reappearing every time Simeon hauls himself up and drops down on you? He could maybe see bits of you and your face peaking out from behind your lover to catch glimpses of him. 

Maybe, you think, the sound of Simeon riding you, his sticky thighs colliding with yours on each thrust, both of your heavy breaths, the faint squelching from your cock fucking his wet hole, is enough to get him off? 

Maybe, all he needed was to know what you were doing to have his imagination fill in the rest.

“Feels so good,” Simeon whines, bouncing on your lap, redirecting your attention to him, “you-you feel good too? I fuh -feel good?” his voice cracks, his eyes glossing over. 

“Ah - yes god Simeon, you always feel so good,” you groan, glancing down and finding yourself entranced by the way his cock bobs against his stomach, leaving a glistening wet spot from where his pre is leaking. If you had more time and space to do so, you’d really like to suck him off. 

“Hngh- oh , I’m the one that makes you feel good, oh -only me,” he babbles, leaning into your body, pressing himself flush against you. In the candlelight you can see how Simeon’s eyes shimmer, welling with tears. 

“I love you so much,” he chokes, “I just want you,” he hiccups wetly, “I want you to only look at me, and talk to me, and think about me ,” he whines, the dam breaking as the tears flood down his cheeks. You kiss him tenderly, trying not to focus on how the same possessiveness that had worked you up and turned you on also causes a shiver to rush along your skin. 

“Yeah, I love you so much angel,” you say, indulging and sedating him instead of challenging his statements. Simeon keens at your words, his thighs shaking as he raises himself with the next thrust.

“Say it again,” he cries, panting through his sobs. 

“I love you, Simeon, I love you so- oh much,” you groan. Pre gushes from his cock as Simeon moans your name. 

“I think I’m going to cum,” he squeezes around you to prove his point. You drop your hand down towards his cock, wrapping around its base, preventing him from getting there. Simeon lets out a surprised gasping moan, his eyes going wide, and his eyebrows scrunching together, so clearly conveying his bewilderment.

“I just-” don’t want the show to end, your brain fills as your eyes flicker back to the doorway, “I need you for a second longer , ngh, wanna cum inside,” is what you say instead. It’s a strange request, considering you’re weaning a condom and Simeon wouldn’t receive the orgasmic feeling that comes with being filled, but it affects him all the same. 

He nods his head so fast you worry for a moment about his neck, and breaths your name, falling in for a kiss. 

When he pulls away so he can catch his breath, Simeon’s gaze flickers down to where your hand is circled around his weeping cock. He stares, wide eyed and hungry, fucking himself even faster. 

“Please cum,” Simeon whines, all high and pretty and needy. Your hips jerk up into him as he slides down your cock, causing an obscene slapping noise. The sound of it would be a cause of concern if you didn’t currently have someone prying in. 

“ Shit ,” you gasp, feeling your orgasm quickly creeping up on you, “just- ah - a little faster, m’ almost there,” Simeon obeys, picking up the pace. 

Wanting Simeon to cum with you, you go from holding his base to stroking his cock in time with your thrusts. The action makes his hips shake, and his fingers clutch for a grasp on your skin. 

“Please,” he moans your name, and it tumbles you over the edge. You fill the condom, fucking Simeon roughly on your lap. Within the period of a second your eyes drift over to the doorway, and even just seeing the little of Asmo’s orgasm that you can with the candlelight has your cock throbbing. 

Simeon reaches his high somewhere between you fucking him like a fleshlight, and you falling slowly back against the bed, taking him down with you. To be honest you couldn’t say you’d given Simeon your full attention. When you look back to the doorway you see that the door is fully closed, and any sign of Asmo being there is gone. Part of you distantly wonders if he’d ever been there at all. 

“I think we should get back out there before someone comes looking for us,” you muse, not making a single move to get up and follow through with your thoughts.

“I think you’re right,” Simeon hums, “but promise you’ll only dance with me, okay?” he looks at you with his big blue eyes, pleading. You laugh softly,

“Of course,” you take his pinky in yours, sealing the promise you’ve made. Simeon giggles at the action, and you both lay together for a little while longer before you seriously refocus on cleaning up.

“Will you put the cage on me again?” Simeon asks so sweetly and softly after you’ve tossed your condom in the trash. Gently you help him into it, taking in the sight before you. “Thank you,” he mumbles softly, tracing the cage possessively.

From there you both hurry through redressing. You’d say, considering that the materials you were working with were a couple of tissues, one wet wipe, and some spit, the two of you look almost back to normal. If anyone were looking they’d notice the dishevelment, but you’re hoping- as you have been for most of the night– that no one will spare you a second glance.

You open the door just a crack, to let in the hallway light, as Simeon blows out the candle. Reaching out into the darkness of the room, Simeon’s hand reaches back to intertwine with yours. Hand-in-hand you guide him out of the room and towards the party. You pray Simeon didn’t notice the clear evidence of Asmo’s orgasm making a mess on the floor as you both scurried back to the ballroom. You mentally send Barbatos another apology.

#spice #cw voyeurism #cw yandere #cw possessiveness #cw jealousy #cw dubious consent #cw dacryphilia

[tippenfunkaport]

Best Friend Squad Fake Break Up Caper

Short version: Post canon, the BFS set a trap for a spy by faking a break-up between Glimmer and Bow.

(I posted a small preview of this once.)

Long version:

While a lot of the fic ideas I've had that I've written a lot of / thought about a lot are things I would be ok if I never get to post them as fanfic because they are different enough from canon that I could easily write them as something original someday. This story, however, is one I would be kinda sad if I never have a chance to post for real. (And never say never but right now it's hard to imagine adding another canon-verse multi-chapter with how many I have in progress.)

The set up is that, post canon, these tabloids pop up on Etheria that are like our gossip rags and report on the princesses and their spouses like celebrity gossip. When there's a tragedy with important info getting in the hands of the wrong people, the BFS realizes that there is a spy, someone connected with one of these gossip rags.

Catra comes up with a plan: The Queen of Bright Moon and her war hero regular guy fiance are tabloid favorites. If Glimmer and Bow pretend to break up and date other people, they can create a series of gossip-worthy events to try to trap the spy. Glimmer and Adora both hate this plan but Bow thinks this won't be a problem, because he's incapable of jealousy (WRONG). Catra mistakes his misplaced confidence in himself as a sign that he doesn't care as much about Glimmer as she does about him. Catra loves Bow but, push come to shove, she's Team Glimmer first and wants to make sure her bestie is certain Bow's the one before they get married.

They stage a very public break-up, but it's meaningless at first because Glimmer just keeps teleporting to go see Bow anyway. But when the media storm is bigger than they anticipate and the spy eludes them, extending the ruse so they have to actually stay away from each other, things get more complicated. As Catra's sets up a bunch of suitor meetings for Glimmer to try and date other people and Bow is getting hit on, they both to start to wonder if maybe the other is doubting their relationship. All the fake reasons they broke up start to feel like maybe they were real reasons after all and both independently realize they don't want anyone else… while being convinced they are holding the other back by not letting them go.

Meanwhile, Adora figures out Catra's game and they clash over what Adora sees as Catra meddling in her best friend's relationship. Catra counters that both Glimmer and Bow have never been with anyone but each other so how can they really know they are in love without seeing what else is out there? When Adora points out all of that is also true about the two of them and does that mean these are doubts Catra herself is having? the two have a fight, compounded by the fact that the scheme is keeping them apart (Catra on Team Glimmer and Adora on Team Bow).

And obviously this all culminates in a caper style undercover mission where everyone gets back together and works out their issues and lives happily ever.

Doing this one for Slaps Idea: This Baby Can Fit So Much Projection! because this idea started out as me just wanting the chance to do a Perils of Peekablue style undercover caper with Catra, Adora, Glimmer and Bow but then it just turned into Tippen projects a lot of feelings about being bisexual and marrying your best friend onto Glimbow.

#MAYbe I'll Make This #glimbow #glimmer #bow #catradora #best friend squad #bfs #catra #adora #spop #shera #she ra #i have written large swaths of this but if I ever post it it'll only be after I finish a bunch of other fics

[rrain-writes]

I wrote a fox wild fic instead of working on my wip. Oops sorry guys.

What isn’t said in this is when Twilight was leaving Wild’s Hyrule, a piece of his crystal broke off, and when Wild touched it he was able to turn into a fox. I don’t know if that makes sense, but yeah.

Imagine him wearing his crystal as a necklace, earrings, whatever you want. Go crazy.

Part 2

Wind skipped along towards the front of the group happily, Hyrule in tow after convincing him to leave Legend’s side.

“It’s a new Hyrule!” He sang. “A new adventure!”

“Pipe down.” Someone grumbled.

Wind just laughed in response, before abruptly stopping. Hyrule followed his gaze, trying to work out what Wind was looking at.

“A fox?” Hyrule asked.

“A fox!” Wind replied, before crouching down. 

“Hello.” He said, softly, a hand outstretched towards the small animal. “Pspsps. Hello Mr fox.”

The little fox sniffed, and cautiously crept towards Wind. Its ears pricked up, and it scampered off as the rest of the chain reached the pair.

“Hey!” Wind complained. He looked back to the trees. No sign of the fox.

-

“We can set up camp here for the night.” Warriors said after the group had scanned the clearing.

Hyrule was examining a mushroom, and circled around a particularly interesting tree before coming face to face with a fox. It has the same fur as the one Wind had tried to befriend, half its body covered in orange and half brown.

Hyrule smiled. “Hey there. I’m not going to hurt you.” The traveller held put a mushroom he was holding. The fox just titled its head to the side, bright eyes watching him.

It trotted away, and Hyrule followed it to a cluster of mushrooms that looked slightly different, bigger and redder than the one in his hand.

It gestured towards the clump with its head in a very Hylian way, that reminded Hyrule of Twilight when he was in his wolf form.

“Thankyou.” Hyrule said softly. The fox smiled.

-

When Legend saw the fox, sniffing around near their bags.

“Hey!” He said, standing up. “Shoo! Get away.”

The fox looked up at him curiously, hopping just out of reach.

“Get. Stupid fox.”

The fox bounded up to Legend, and hopped away again as the vet reached down, like it was teasing him.

Legend sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I said shoo!”

The fox stared up at him with big eyes, before bounding away. Legend could have sworn it was laughing.

-

Sky panted, swinging the master sword at three particularly ugly bokoblins. A quick glance around showed that the others were too far away. The monster had him surrounded, and he was already worn out from the long fight they had endured just minutes before this group had appeared.

There was a high pitched ‘yip!’ and a red blur jumped and attached itself firmly onto one of the bokoblins arm. Sky took the opportunity to stab it in the chest before spinning around and killing one of its friends in its confusion.

The red blur, which Sky could now see was a fox, landing next to the hero, growling at the last bokoblin fiercely. Sky’s sword moved quick and swiftly, the monster falling to his blade.

Looking down, the fox stared at him before sneezing, then it ran away back into the trees.

-

Warriors went for a walk down to a nearby river from the chain’s camp, when he finally saw the fox everyone had been talking about. It was easily identifiable, due to its odd fur.

“Ah.” He said, when he saw it approaching him. “So you’re the little fox that’s been stalking us.” The fox stilled, head tilted to the side.

Warriors put down the clothes he was meant to be washing and beckoned the fox closer. It stared at him, then trotted off in the direction of the stream. Warriors laughed. “Alright then.”

He followed it down to the water, and began washing the clothes while it frolicked in the shallow water. It came over to him at one point, and playfully began to tug with its mouth on the clothing he was in the middle of washing, which was in of Legends tunics.

“Hey! Rip that and I’ll never hear the end of it!”

The fox just tugged at the tunic again, before Warriors got up to follow it into the water. If anyone saw him playing with the fox in the river, he’d deny it.

-

Four was examining Wind’s sword when he saw the fox. He looked up at it, but once he saw that it was content just watching him, he turned back to the sword.

The was a quiet shuffling, and when he looked back up the fox seemed to be sitting slightly closer than before. Four frowned. Strange.

When he looked away again, there were more quiet movements, and when Four returned his gaze to the fox it sat within arms reach. Four shook his head. What an odd fox.

Four looked back at the sword to examine the handle, when a furry face popped into view. The fox rested its head on Four’s hand, and looked up at him.

“Hey!” Four said, pushing it gently. “I’m working here. Off.”

The fox just whined and shuffled closer. Four sighed, and put down the sword. “What is it? Are you hungry? Because I don’t have any food.”

It just looked at him. “What, you want a sword?” He asked it as a joke, but the fox jumped up, and gave a short bark. Four tilted his head, trying to work it out, and the small creature copied him.

He shook his head. He was imagining things.

-

Time was on watch one night when he saw the fox. Its blue eyes glowed in the darkness, as it watched him.

“Hey there.” He greeted. The fox cautiously crept forwards, gaze never leaving Time’s.

He sat still as it reached him, sniffing curiously.

When it had decided that he was okay, the red fox yawned and nestled in beside him. It seemed to comfortable, leaning against his armour. He chuckled quietly to himself.

“Aren’t you adorable?” He asked the sleeping animal. “Malon would love you.”

The fox snuffled in its sleep, and when it turned its head Time got a closer look at the curious markings adorning its face.

He frowned, and looked back to where his protege, Twilight, was sleeping.

“Huh.”

-

The chain were walking along an empty road, open fields stretching out to either side, when Twilight, who was walking at the front, stopped. This caused the rest of the group to come to a stop beside him, trying to work out what he was staring at.

It happened to be the little red fox, sitting in the middle of the path.

“Wait a sec, this is the fox ya’ll have been seeing?”

The Links all gave some form of agreement.

Twilight laughed, shoulders shaking, then he knelt down, grinning at the fox.

“You know, Kit,” he said, to the chain’s confusion. “I’m offended that’cha pranced around without even saying hi.”

The fox yelped and ran at Twilight, but just before it collided, its little body was surrounded by a glow of colour, not unlike when the rancher transformed into Wolfie. Except the fox’s colour was a reddish-orange instead of Twilights dark grey.

Suddenly Twilight was hugging a boy, laughing as the kid buried his face in his shoulder.

“Yeah, missed you too.” He said. When the two pulled away, the chain saw that he had the same bright eyes as the fox, and markings adorning his face not unlike Twilight’s, except for his were an orange colour.

Twilight stood, pulling the boy up with him. “Remember how I use’ta tell you ‘bout the heroes of legend?” He asked him.

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #twilight #wild #legend #four #hyrule #sky #time #Oneshot

[musekicker]

a kind of semi drabble/part of a bigger fic? writing to do with the captured Death plot line.

The rumors were true.

Weighed down with various chains and ropes, attached to the wall of the dark cell, and wearing a muzzle, was Death.

He looked not angry, not tired. More like patient. Puss almost wondered if Death had expected him to come. That theory was proven wrong when Death saw him stepping into the room, clearly looking surprised. Puss guessed that even Death could be surprised.

There was heavy magic in the room as Puss walked in more. Something that was the reason why Death was not able to get himself out of this. Somehow Puss's eyes were dawn to the thing that was giving off this magic.

It was the collar around the wolf's neck. The collar looked old, scuffed and dirty with age. Something ancient just oozed off of the thing. There was also a locking mechanism to it. 

Puss finally knew what he had to do.

A long claw was now out on one of his paws. Death started to snarl as well as he could with the muzzle, his red eyes fixed on Puss as the cat approached. Then he started to pull at the ropes and chains.

"Calm down, I'm trying to help you." Puss hissed. "I promise, I mean no harm. I only want to want to try to pick that collars lock."

Death immediately stopped pulling at his restraints to look at the cat. He stared a moment and must had seen something in the way Puss talked or moved that convinced him of Puss's sincerity because he did not pull at the restraints again. And he moved to lower his head down more so Puss had easier access to the collar.

Puss struggled to pick the lock for what was at least ten minutes. Even as good as his lock picking skills were, it became clear he would not be able to pick the collars lock.

He could not remove the collar but at the very least he could remove the muzzle. A few careful cuts with the blade and the straps were cut enough that the muzzle could be pulled off. The moment it was off Death opened his mouth, just for the fact that he could now. Then he looked to Puss.

"Thank you." Death said. 

Puss could see where the straps of the muzzle had dug in on the wolfs face . Clearly it had been on for quite some time. Possibly not taken off since the first time it was put on.

"How long have you been trapped here?" Puss asked.

"Too long." was Death's answer. "It's hard to know the exact length of time, being locked away in here."

Puss couldn't believe it, but he was finding himself feeling bad for Death of all beings. He moved to at least cut what of the many restraints he could off of Death. At least let Death stand more comfortably until he could figure out a way to get all of them off.

"The collar needs to be taken off before I can leave this place." Death said at the first ropes being cut.

"Do you know how to get this collar off? Normally I can lock pick things easily but this-" Puss said.

"It's magic. Picking the lock won't work. There is however a key." Death explained.

"Helpful to know. Most likely the key would be with the one that put you here in the first place. I will find-" Puss said.

"I am surprised you are willing to help me." Death interrupted.

Puss shrugged.

"It is a.. unusual, situation to be sure. And I admit there is a part of me that thinks would it be better to leave you here... that is the coward part of myself." Puss said.

He turned to face Death again.

"But this is wrong. I know this in my bones. And what kind of cat would I be if I left someone who needed my help besides?" Puss said.

Death said nothing. His eyes fixed on Puss. Puss didn't take the time to wait for Death to speak more before heading to the door.

"Now... I have a key to find." Puss said.

#puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots spoilers

[wooahaes]

Hmmm maybe joshua, hanahaki au? 😽

oooh... tbh i think i'd straight up just go for a joshua prequel for cause you're my flower.

this is probs gonna get long so uh. tw for angst + illness depictions via hanahaki + hospital mentions + also suffocation mentions (via the flowers). if you skipped the seungkwan fic, you should probably skip this too.

like. you know how it ends, sure, but i think there's a lot to say about joshua meeting reader in their sophomore year of college and falling for her (altho i can easily go back and change details to make this gn!reader) since there's not the full story in the other fic. i think it'd be a slower thing than illustrated of joshua slowly falling until he's in love. he decides to go ahead and act by asking you out, and you turn him down because you only ever thought of him as a friend. he accepts it with a smile and says that he hopes this doesn't damage your friendship at all: he still cares about you, and it isnt your fault he fell for you. just a very clear 'you aren't responsible for his feelings, it's his job to deal with them on his own.'

except he goes home and starts feeling... off. jeonghan comes back to their apartment and joshua coughs up flower petals, and both just immediately know whats going on. i dont remember if i said what joshua's flowers were? i don't think i did. maybe chrysanthemums since they mean death in some places in the world. jeonghan tells him he needs to see a doctor, joshua says he will.

and then he just... never does since he knows getting the flowers removed means he'll stop caring about his friend. he won't be able to love you at all if they're taken from him. he thinks, still stinging from rejection, that he'd rather die than live without you in his life. he told you that he wanted to stay friends with you, how was he supposed to turn around and tell you 'lol nvm, i can't see you ever again'??? he can't.

not all cases are fatal. joshua knows this. he just hopes he'll be lucky. he stays your friend and hides the petals well, because he just can't lose you. it eats him up inside to hear you talk about some dick you like (not out of jealousy--joshua has told you over and over that the guy you're crushing on is an asshole, but you claim he's always been nice to you, and he genuinely fears for you).

jeonghan fights with him. he calls him an idiot, and tells him that his mom keeps begging him to say something??? to find a way to convince you? she's tried so hard to get him to see a doctor, and she tells him she'll be flying back from the US to see him and help him through everything. it breaks him a bit when jeonghan tells him what she said: that she can't lose her son.

just. joshua angst. hes deeply conflicted between his love for his mom and his friends and the guilt he feels over this happening all because you didn't love him back, which isn't even your fault. he reads online where some ppl talk about how they hated the other person because of the flowers putting them through hell, people who did recover well, people who didn't... jeonghan comes into his room one night and takes his phone, setting it aside before curling up with him and telling him he has to take care of himself or he'll die. his mom doesn't want to lose her son. he doesn't want to lose his best friend, either.

he wakes up in the middle of the night coughing up flowers, climbing over jeonghan to make it to the bathroom in time. the buds are getting bigger, and he just stares at them with wet eyes bc it hurts so bad. and deep down, he thinks he should just accept it. he's the one who fell for you. it's his own fault for not loving someone who loved him back.

things get worse. you catch him coughing up petals (and an actual flower, but that much you don't see) one day, before it gets bad, and you confront him about it. he tells you outright that he didn't want you to feel guilty because it isn't your fault. you remind him that it is, and he only tells you that he could never hate you. you tell him he should because you don't love him back the way he deserves to be loved. you wish you could, at least to stop his suffering. you tell him that as much as you do love him as your friend, you'll make things easier for him and let this be the last time the two of you see one another. you've been planning on transferring to a different school for a while. you weren't sure how to tell him since you didn't want him to think it was because of this--you just had better scholarships there and the program was better for your major. but since the two of you don't share any classes anymore, you'll stop seeing him entirely. with one last hug, you tell him to please take care of himself and that you do love him (still not in the way that would fix this).

he goes home and probably just kind of breaks down in his kitchen after telling himself that he's completely fine. that this is good. but he can still feel shit in his throat, and he drops a glass, and it all just kind of comes crashing down around him. he texted jeonghan on the ride back about what happened, and he said he'd be home in a few minutes but he'd stop and grab him something sweet from the store. just as a tiny distraction from how much he's hurting. he sinks down onto the floor as he lets himself cry the way he needs to, everything just kind of coming to a crescendo.

and then he just realizes he can't catch his breath anymore. he reaches for his phone, trying to breathe. the door opens and he hears jeonghan call out for him, only to hear him scream his name before immediately pulling out his phone. the paramedics are on the way, and jeonghan is doing the best he can, guided by the person on the phone to help him. by the time they arrive, he's passed out and they're already working to clear his airways and making the call for an emergency procedure.

when joshua wakes up fully (coming in and out of consciousness for days bc fucking ouch), its to the sound of his mom talking to the nurse taking his vitals. he rouses, and the nurse is gentle before leaving to get his doctor. his mom cries and hugs him tight, calling him stupid for the first time since he did something dangerous as a child. but his limbs feel heavy as lead, and he tries his best to hold her and apologize.

when the doctor starts to ask questions, joshua realizes that... he doesn't remember anything about the person he fell in love with at all. not their name, the way they look, etc. and jeonghan has to be the one who steps in and tells him that the person isn't in his life anymore. its not unheard of for joshua to not remember anything about the person he fell in love with, but it isn't exactly common. they'll check back with him in a few days since he's staying for observation until he can be released: sometimes patients wake up not remembering, but remember more over the following days.

and he doesn't. joshua begs jeonghan to tell him something while his mom is out of the room (to get a proper meal--after joshua begged and jeonghan reassured her that he'd stay until she came back). so jeonghan agrees to tell him the basics: he met someone. he fell in love. they rejected him. and then he came home and began coughing up petals, and refused to get help to the point where jeonghan came home and found him collapsed on the floor. all of it gives him a headache, but he's thankful to have a little piece of his story back with him.

uh idk where i'd go from here. i'd probs leave jeonghan's story out and unwritten for a reason, but i'd maybe end it off a few years later with joshua getting the call from seokmin asking if he could convince his friend to go through with it bc he remembers enough about the suffering he went through. and joshua agrees without a second thought, not wanting anyone else to go through what he did.

#wooahaes.ask #wooahaes.askgame #asks.anon #im gonna write a regular post abt like. what a hurt/comfort sequel to tht kwannie fic would look like #in like. both ways tht i was considering one

[screadingchallenge]

Behind the Keyboard-Volume 15

Please note that Behind the Keyboard will be posted once per week during the Reading Challenge. We’ll go back to twice a week in mid-August.

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.  

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

Remember, this year’s Reading Challenge begins July 15, so polish up those MFL lists.

Let’s meet our next author:

NeelyO / @neelyo67​

How many fics have you written?

64 total—33 of them in Schitt’s Creek (17 in Schitt’s Creek RPF)

When did you publish your first fic on AO3?

October 30, 2019!

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3. 

I get an idea, open a doc, and then I get nervous! But then I start putting words down—I usually get an idea about how I want something to start off, so I write pretty much in order till I get stuck and then I’ll put brackets for future Neely to deal with. It helps to have a friend scream encouragement, so I usually share my doc with someone I trust so that they can cheerlead for me. If it’s a bigger story, or if it’s for a fest, I’ll have a friend beta for me when I’ve got a pretty good draft done to be sure I didn’t miss anything and that everything makes sense. Then comes the trauma of choosing a title and writing a summary, and then BOOM it’s published!

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

My most recent fic is 1. He loves his husband. It was based on a prompt that several friends all decided to fill, using 300 words or less. I like challenges like that, I like prompts, so it was so fun. I love that the title for the fic and the idea to make it part of a list came to me almost immediately, fully formed. That was energizing and fun, and the whole story flowed really easily as I was writing. While I know I can always improve and learn and grow, I really like how the fic turned out! I’m super happy with it.

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

Please do it! Write a story that you love, do the best you can, and take the leap. I hadn’t written for pleasure in years and years, and I was really nervous when I first got an idea that I couldn’t shake. I never intended to write fic, I was just going to be a reader. It was so empowering to put something on AO3, something I made. I’d also suggest leveraging your friends to support your writing process and your post-publishing anxiety. I was brave with that first fic because of the encouragement of my friend @this-is-not-nothing​, who kept telling me I could do it! And knowing that I have at least a couple of good friends who will read anything I write, even in a niche fandom where I’m truly writing basically for myself, is really lovely.

Tell me about a story that you wish you could write but that you’re not quite ready to tackle.

I have an idea for a historical AU that would be kinda long, maybe? I’ve gotten as far as the majority of the casting, but I need to get brave and dive into it. I’ve not done a true longfic, and I’m not even sure how long this one would be, but I’m so in awe of all our SC writers who really, really do longfic well.

Alexis is trapped in a drug lord’s palace and you have to convince her captors to read your fic in order to free her. What’s your best sales pitch for your favorite fic?

(Picking one favorite is incorrect, they are all my bebés, but I will play along here.) Hello drug lord people, since you obviously like Alexis, I’d like to tell you about my very fluffy fic We Must Let Go to Know What’s Right. On the night of the infamous barbecue, both Alexis and Rachel are sad. But then they discover that hooking up makes them less sad, and that building a relationship together makes them happy! Oh, and Rachel has two kittens! 

Do you write for any other fandoms? Which ones?

Oo, yes! I’ve written Schitt’s Creek RPF, as I mentioned, along with some Supernatural, Red White and Royal Blue, Ted Lasso, 911 Lone Star, Broadway RPF, and Great British Bake Off RPF.

What is your comfort fic?

Oh gosh—I love all things magical, and also anything domestically fluffy, and so many other genres and tropes…but I don’t have a particular fic I look to for comfort, really. 

Is there someone(s) who has made your writing better? In what way?

We have so many amazing authors in the SC fandom, I feel like all the fic I’ve read over the last three years has made me better. Seeing all the different styles and approaches that different people take with the same group of characters has allowed me to dream and write the things that speak to me in my own way. I also think that being a beta has made me a better writer. I love encouraging, brainstorming, and editing, all of which are things I’ve gotten to do as a beta. Getting an in-depth look at another writer’s process, and being a small part of it, is an honor and a privilege, and has been a great learning experience for me.

#behind the keyboard #meet the authors #sc fic reading challenge #sc reading challenge #sc fanfic #schitt's creek #schitts creek

[syismycaptain]

I just read your latest and omg you write so well! If you get time and feel like it (honestly you don’t have to) I have a Sy prompt for you? I love the way you write him with kids/as a father! Maybe a fic where reader (his wife/gf) is heavily pregnant and feeling so insecure about her body? Maybe she sees all the ladies eyeing Sy off when they go out and she feels like she’s unattractive compared to them? I’d love to read about how her reassures her!

Dear Nonnie, I am sorry for getting to your prompt so late but I had a hectic week and between school and work, I didn't have time to work on your prompt :( , I only just got to it. I hope you enjoy it even if it is so late.

Also, thank you for your kind words, that just warms my heart. It encourages me to write more and gives me confidence to post more. I am so happy you enjoyed it!

When you first found out you were pregnant, you and your husband were ecstatic. He had pulled you into one his bear hugs, spinning you around as he pressed a kiss to your head. "We are going to be parents, darlin'." he whispers into your hair, his voice full of barely contained excitement as he squeezes you. " We are going to be parents. '' you confirm, a huge smile on your face. At that moment you hadn't thought about what being pregnant truly entails. Sure, you knew that you might have cravings, or have morning sickness, but you didn't expect the huge changes that were going to happen in your body, both emotionally and physically. Over the course of 6 months, you had gotten big to the point of frustration. You didn't walk anymore, no sir, your swollen ankles and huge baby bump made sure that you waddled like a god damn penguin, none of your old clothes fit anymore ( not that Syverson minded, he was always game if you walked naked around the house, free show for him), you couldn't pick up anything that dropped on the floor, you couldn't walk too much or you'd get tired and dear god the amount of you food you consumed, it was terrible. You confidence took the worst hit of all. Sure you can't say that you were the most confident person, but you had come a long way. You worked on yourself and with the constant support of your husband, you had gotten to a point were you were satisfied with yourself.

Of course you had your bad days, who doesn't however you always got over them pretty fast. But recently, it seemed like everyday was a bad day, especially since you grew bigger with each passing day. The worst part was whenever you went out with Syverson, either shopping or for a date ( yes you still had those because, and you quote Syverson "Just because we are married that doesn't mean I don't want to still date you, woman."). Seeing all those gorgeous women giggling behind their hands and eyeing the tall man coyly beneath their lashes, as he'd pass by, shoving their chests into his face whenever they'd take their order, almost ignoring you and if they finally notice your presence they'd throw you a judging onceover. It was embarrassing. So to avoid that you started avoiding going out so much as you used to, convincing Syverson that is was better to stay in, because you got tired easily so far into your pregnancy. And you managed to convince him, limiting your activity to taking walks around the neighborhood or quick grocery shopping so as to keep healthy. You thought you were being sneaky, that you could fool your man.

What you didn't know is that he'd noticed you glancing at the thinner women around you longingly, he had noticed you hiding yourself in the clothes you wore, he had noticed you hiding from him and that just won't do. "Darlin'?" he calls out one day, grinning widely when he spies you preparing a cup of hot chocolate for yourself in front of the stove, chocolate in any form being your latest craving. "In here." you call out, turning off the stove in time for the burly man to engulf you from behind, sneaking his hands beneath your big round belly to raise it lightly so as to give you a bit of relief. "Mnmm.." you moan as the pressure lifts from your hips and lower back, sinking into his warm embrace. " That good, huh?" he jokes into your ear, pressing a soft kiss into your cheek. "Better than sex " you joke back, only half joking as you rest your hands over his. " Now don't go joking about that." he nips at the supple skin of your neck playfully, growling against the warm skin. " Sy! " you gasp out, breath hitching as Syverson teases your pulse point, heart rate raising as your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You start melting into his broad warmth, head resting comfortably on his capable shoulder as you succumb to his administrations. The man hums against the warm skin of his lover, his hands slowly allowing the bump to settle back into it's original position before they travel over your full hips and up your sides, frowning when he felt you tensing up.

"Love, what is going on?" he whispers as he slowly turns you around, his eyes finding yours as he gently nudges your chin up. " Nothing is going on, I just..uh am not in the mood.." you lie hesitating a bit as you squirm beneath his heavy gaze. Syverson keeps silent, his hands squeezing your hips faintly before he pulls back. " If that were the truth, I'd respect your wishes but since I like to think that I know my wife, I am pretty sure that there is something going on in that pretty head of yours. So spill, what's going on with you darlin'?" he inquires, resting forward until his hands rest on the counter behind you, caging you in. You shrug nonchalantly, finding the small tear in his favourite to-wear-at-home t-shirt. " I just truly am not in the mood, I..don't feel too hot right now." you admit half heartedly, keeping your gaze averted as he keeps on studying you. "I just, I feel very big and bloated and unattractive...and I have these huge stretch marks, I just don't really like the way I look recently. I know it will all pass away but I am just scared that you won't find me attractive anymore.." You finally spill out everything, daring to chance a peak at him. "Jesus, woman, did you not notice the way I am basically ready 24/7 to jump your bones?" he asks exasperated yet fondly nonetheless as he captures your lips into a soft kiss. " If I could, I wouldn't allow you to leave you the bed." he murmurs against your mouth, pressing his hips meaningfully against you, allowing you to feel his semi-aroused state.

Your eyes widen as a strong blush takes over your features, quite surprised at his blatant display of arousal, used to his high libido but you didn't think you were a part of it. " You are and always be beautiful in my eyes, especially now that you are carrying and growing our baby." he reassures, resting a large palm on the swell of your belly. " I could never find you anything but breathtaking love. No matter how you look. You are it for me, Y/n, always and forever " He promises, taking both of your hands in his, pressing a kiss over the ring that had bind you to him. "You are it for me too, Sy. Always and forever." you promise back, voice trembling as you get overwhelmed by his words, laughing faintly when he pulls you onto his embrace. "Happy tears, promise." You sniffle loudly, wrapping your arms tightly around his thick waist as you rested your head on his chest. " Good, those are the only tears that are allowed in this house." he replies against your hair, rubbing at your lower back." Now, allow me to take my lover to our bed, to show her just how attractive she truly is." he growls playfully, scooping you up onto his arms effortlessly, marching his way to the bedroom like a man on a mission."Sy, wait, what about my hot chocolate?!" you cry out with a small pout up at him, staring sadly after your cup on the counter only to squeak as you are jolted gently. "I'll make you another one after I get my dessert."

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the things you lose and those you gain; part i

I'Il be honest, I'm actually quite scared posting this. don't know why. this is my first time writing about naruto, I started watching the anime recently and I have only watched the first 100 episodes of season 1. I'm maybe not really into the lore and don't know all the details and shit but I had this thing in my mind and I really wanted to write it. hope you'll understand if there are some mistakes or smth.

this is only a small part of something that might turn into smth bigger. idk, if you guys will like it then I'll possibly continue with what I have planned.

It's planned to be orochimaru x f!reader fic. I don't want to make it really long n shit. probably three chapters max. (of course, only if you'll be interested)

warnings: idk, not much for this, mentions of blood. (this is set during season 1 episode 79, I think) kakashi x reader if you really squint (I didn't even plan it that way but you can interpret it whatever you like)

part ii

The day when you lost something dear to you was the day when the prospect of gaining something else, maybe even better, became possible.

As a ninja who comes from the Land of Sound, you are used to not having a perfect life. For some reason, you always hated your home. Maybe because it wasn’t like other villages where everyone thrived and lived happily. Yes, you were jealous. Who wouldn’t be?

Maybe this was the exact reason why you were so easily convinced to join Lord Orochimaru when he promised you a better life. To this day, you’re not quite sure if this is the better life he promised, but you soon realized anything would be better than the place where you grow up.

It wasn’t hard for you to prove yourself. After all, you were skilled, most probably the most skilled ninja from your small group in the academy. Come to think of it, it wasn’t really an academy or even a school. You had your teachers, older ninjas who already had plenty of life experiences. You were trained to take part in those helpless wars you knew the Land of Sound will never win. So, when Lord Orochimaru offered an escape for everyone you didn’t even think twice before accepting the offer.

When he announced the plan of taking the Hidden Leaf village, you didn’t think much of it. You have always hated the way how peacefully they lived, without worrying about whether they’ll live to see another day or not. Orochimaru knew you and your desire of creating sufferings for other villages. That was the main reason he kept you so close. And that was the main reason he chose you to infiltrate the Leaf village.

You truly believed that this will be the day when Orochimaru will succeed. The victory felt so close you could particularly taste it on your tongue. Everything was perfect, you had the element of surprise, you had allies, you had everything.

Then why did you fail?

In that brief moment after the Third Hokage sacrificed himself to stop Orochimaru, you knew you won’t be able to escape that easily. So, you did the only thing you knew. You performed the Jutsu you were thought to perform only if the situation is dire, and there is no other way. At that moment you didn’t think of the consequences you were told will happen when you do it. At that moment you didn’t think of anything.

You could see shinobi approaching you from every direction where you were standing on the roof. When you turned around, you could still see Orochimaru's body being held by other Sound ninjas, waiting for the right opportunity to escape.

You turned back around to face the front. There, right at the front stood the famous Copy ninja you succeeded to fool. You still couldn’t believe that you managed to pull it off, but then again, has there been anyone who was able to resist you? You saw the betrayal in his eyes and for a moment you thought you’ll feel bad when facing him. But to your relief, you felt nothing.

The Third Hokage made his sacrifice to save the Leaf village. Now it was your time to make your sacrifice to save Lord Orochimaru.

Your hands moved on their own when they created the signs that felt so familiar. It’s been so long since you were taught this. But your hands never forget the right movements. You bit your thumb drawing blood. Tilting your head back you drew a long stripe starting from your lower lip, across your chin, and down your throat. Then you summoned the Voices.

A Thousand Voice Jutsu was something that was considered forbidden. At least that’s what you were told. But the shinobi who taught it to you and four other genin claimed that it’s a blessing being taught this. Only the strongest from the Land of Sound can master it believing that you will be smart and know the right moment when to use it. You were forbidden to talk about it with other genin, your family and friends. Even when you trained you never finished the Jutsu till the end, you were told that it’s something you’ll be able to do once. Therefore, the moment had to be the right one.

The second you felt the Chakra in your body moving, you knew you have succeeded.

You felt the voices of your ancestors, your dead comrades, and friends, moving through the path you have marked with your blood. A Thousand Voice Jutsu means exactly that. With this Jutsu you summon the sound ninjas who have lost their lives through times, you summon them and create the path through you for them to be free to complete one final mission.

You felt their spirits, in your arms and legs. You heard their whispers in your ears, you heard their restlessness. They wanted to be free, and you let them. You let them be free.

You tilted your body forward and then… you screamed.

It wasn't just your scream, though; it was a scream of a thousand voices overlapping one another. Creating a surge of air and sound that prompted your opponents to clasp their hands over their ears, trying to obliterate the sound in some way. But only you knew it won't be enough. Nothing, you were assured, could prevent the sound from reaching their ears.

For those who had to bear the hazardous Jutsu on their own skin, it felt like hours, but for you, it was less than a minute. The voice faded away as quickly as it had come, but the echo lingered over the rooftops and trees until the wind carried it away. Later, you heard tales of a day when a deafening scream echoed over the countryside, past the villages to the other side of the land. But you never truly believed the rumors.

Your knees were trembling, and your entire body was shivering like a leaf in a strong wind. Your throat ached so bad; you couldn’t utter a word. Before you, the shinobi were still hunched on the ground with their hands clamped over their ears. You could see little streaks of blood flowing down from their ears. If your memory serves you correctly, they can still hear the scream after it has stopped, echoing in their heads. Filling every crevice in their brains leaving them disoriented and confused. That's why you figured this would be the ideal diversion.

You attempted to turn around and leave while you still can but were unable to do so. Your breathing became more rapid, and the aching in your throat became more intense by the second. A pair of strong arms caught you just as you thought you were going to collapse. Just before you passed out you caught a glimpse of silver hair in your line of vision. Kabuto.

“That was one mighty scream. Good job.”

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When thinking about regrets, you didn’t think that there was something in your life you regretted. Well except for being born in the Land of Sound, but that’s something you couldn’t change no matter how hard you tried. You were dwelling on regrets you could have avoided. For example, joining Lord Orochimaru or consenting to learn the Thousand Voice Jutsu.

Now, you didn’t regret joining the Sannin, in fact, you would do it over and over again. But did you regret agreeing to learn the forbidden Jutsu? Maybe. Since the day your sensei told you have successfully mastered the Jutsu, it didn’t sit well with you. Some part of you wanted to forget the things that were thought to you, but it was impossible. You can't forget a Jutsu like that after it's been driven into your head. It was imprinted in every nook and cranny of your mind, so you wouldn't forget it.

After you were told the consequences of what will happen when you perform this Jutsu you swore you’ll never use it. No matter how dire the situation will be, you’ll think of something else.

But when you were standing on the rooftop, when your eyes fell on your master who looked so defeated, your mind worked on its own. It was like you weren’t in control, you wanted to do everything in your power to help Lord Orochimaru escape.

Yes, a small part of you may have regretted your actions. The other part, on the other hand, reminded you that it was necessary. That you'd go to any length for him. Even if it means losing the most valuable possession you have.

Your voice.

a/n: let me know what you think

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[watchmegetobsessed]

ADULT THINGS

a/n: hiii! this is another part of the pregnancy series, but as always, it serves as a stand alone fic as well! some more fluffy soon-to-be-dad!sebastian content because you already know that im a sucker for it!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Reader

word count: 1.1k

This fic is part of the LITTLE ONE series, but can be read as a simple oneshot as well! Find the masterpost of the series HERE!

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You check the time again, though it’s been only three minutes since the last time you glanced on your phone, but you just can’t help the excitement. Sebastian will be home in about ten minutes, coming back from four long weeks of shooting a movie, he somehow managed to rearrange his days and shorten his time on set. Originally he would have been away almost for two months, but the director and the producer were so understanding when Sebastian proposed his wish to do all of his scenes all together so he could come home to you earlier. At one point he was even contemplating canceling on the whole job, because he didn’t want to be away from you for so long, but you convinced him that it’s gonna be alright.

You were only in the third month of your pregnancy when he left, your bump not visible yet, but two weeks into that one month you were spending away your belly started to grow rapidly and now you are definitely showing. It’s not that extreme, you can still easily cover it with big and baggy clothes, but if you’re wearing your usual, form-fitting shirts it becomes pretty evident that you’re pregnant. And that’s why you’re so excited about his return, you can’t wait to see his reaction to the little bump, something he has been gushing about for so long. He couldn’t stop talking about how much he can’t wait to see the change finally.

You’re wearing one of his bigger sweatshirts, one that’s covering your waist line perfectly. You felt a little bad about not telling him how much you’ve grown, but you also wanted it to be a surprise.

The car finally pulls up on the driveway and you jump from the couch in excitement as if your butt was on fire. Above the surprise you’re planning for him, you’re also happy to see him again. One month was a long time and you were bummed when you found out you couldn’t even visit him on set because of the hectic schedule he had to keep himself to and also because you couldn’t really go on vacation from your job when you’re about to go on a maternity leave very soon. So you were left with FaceTime calls and endless texts all day long, whenever either of you had the chance.

As the front door opens you bolt out of the living room, down the hallway, finally seeing the man you’ve been missing so bad these past weeks. He looks tired, that’s quite clear, but also very happy to be home with you.

“Baby!” he beams as you jump into his arms with a squeal, wrapping yourself around him like a little monkey as he holds you tight with his strong arms. “God, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too,” you mumble against his neck before peppering his skin with kisses, up his jawline and cheek until you finally reach his lips, giving him the most passionate welcome home kiss ever.

“How are you feeling? Everything alright?” he asks, his eyes wandering down you as you climb off of him, standing on your feet again.

He reaches out, his hand about to touch your stomach when you take a step back with a cheeky smile, his eyes snapping up to meet your gaze with a questioning stare, but instead of saying anything you just grab the hem of the sweater and pulling up you turn to the side so he can see the bump.

His eyes widen right away, gasping at the change that happened in such a short time. Last time he saw you, barely anything could be seen, at best you looked like you were a little bloated but definitely not pregnant. Now, as he is watching your bare middle section he is at a loss of words, his mind barely able to wrap around the wonderful things that are happening inside you.

“Oh my God!” he breathes out as he steps closer and his hands finally touch your belly, just gently keeping his warm palms on either side of your navel. “Look at this bump! It’s so gorgeous!” he chuckles and you can see his eyes watering, his reaction making you emotional as well. Your hormones have been all over the place already, you could cry by just looking at a cute puppy these days. So seeing your boyfriend be so touched and happy because of your bump is just breaking down the already leaking dams in your eyes.

Getting down on his knees his face gets on the same level as your stomach and at first he just stares at you in awe, but then he leans closer and kisses your belly over and over again, his hands running up and down the sides gently.

“It all happened in about two weeks, I swear I just woke up finally looking pregnant one day,” you chuckle, your fingers running through his hair, playing with his chocolate curls.

“The little one is getting bigger, huh?” he chuckles, pressing another kiss to your skin before he stands back up, wrapping you up in his embrace as his lips find yours in a chaste and emotional kiss, both of you so lost in this beautiful moment.

“Yeah, next time you go out to get groceries, you’ll be coming back to their graduation party,” you chuckle, Sebastian giving you a wide-eyed look, but he smiles back too.

“Are you trying to make me cry like a baby?” he narrows his eyes at you.

“No, we’ll have one here soon. Try to stay an adult,” you chuckle, cupping his face in your palms gently, pulling him down for another kiss.

“Adults need to do adult things, right?” he then smirks, and you already recognize that sly glimmer in his eyes as he leans down and takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it gently and you can’t help the small moan that slips through your lips.

“Adult things that lead to having a baby?” you ask teasingly, but his grin just grows.

“I don’t think you can get any more pregnant, so we can have all the fun we want,” he smirks, his hands finding your bum, giving it a squeeze that makes you jump in his arms a little.

“So eager, huh?”

“Can’t help it, I’ve been starving for an entire month, baby,” he pouts like a little kid.

“Oh, you poor thing, let’s make up for it then!” you offer and that’s all he needs, he is quick to scoop you up into his arms and head straight into the bedroom with you.

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[nashibirne]

Congrats on your milestone!! Love your writing and since you're doing the whole "milestone party" I would like to ask if you could write something about reader and first baby. It could be something like them being very happy in the beginning, anxious by the end of the pregnancy but in the first weeks after the baby is born everything being caotic, the reader is stressed and sometimes they fight for something silly and it could have a happy ending, maybe he preparing a special surprise for her, some smut and they kinda "reconnect"... I don't mind if it gets too big, I would appreciate if you like the idea, It can be sy or walter, their POV, the reader can have a name too if you'd like. Thank you so much and congratulations again 🎉🥳

Here comes the second fic for my milestone celebration 🥳

Dear nonie, thank you so much for your prompt 💜 I love it and it made me think of Walter and his bumblebee from my fic Closer immediately. So I hope you don't mind I made this a follow up.

I tried to include all your wishes and I hope you like the struggles, the fluff and the smut.

🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲🪲

MAYBUG

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Summary: Walt and his wife are stressed out and enjoy a little escape. Follow-up to Closer

Words: ~ 1.8 k

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, Sex (p in v), fingering, dirty talking, kinda light breeding kink, masturbation, mentioning of sex toys and voyeurism, mentioning of problematic birth

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: pics for the header from pinterest.

I don't own Walter Marshall (unfortunately)

If you like this story, check out my masterlist!

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I'm sure it wasn't so stressful with Faye when she was a baby. She was a whirlwind, challenging her mum and me 24/7 as soon as she was able to walk but I'm pretty sure in the first year she was a little angel, not doing much more than sleeping, eating and lulling us into a false sense of security, making us think the peace would last forever.

Maybe it's gonna be the other way round with our little maybug. A chaotic first year and all the peace afterwards.

We've been on an emotional rollercoaster ride for almost two years now. Y/n stopped taking the pill shortly after our engagement and a few months before our wedding. I couldn't wait to get her pregnant, our sex life was great at that time, we did it as often as possible, having the time of our lives, enjoying each other and our deep connection. When my little bumblebee finally surprised me with a positive pregnancy test after 8 months of very intense trying, we were both beyond happy and completely over the moon and besides the usual pregnancy-related worries and difficulties everything went well.

That was until y/n went into labor and suddenly everything turned out to be very different from what we both had wished for. There was no calm atmosphere, no peaceful water birth but a lot of stress and anxiety instead when unexpected complications occured. I wasn't solid as a rock for her, I was a nervous wreck and very disappointed in myself but my wonderful wife was incredibly tough, fighting to be strong for both of us with fierce determination. She was no bumblebee that night, she was a hornet. In the end she had an emergency c-section and our little boy was born after almost 24 hours of labour on a mild Saturday night in May. When we finally held this perfect, beautiful little bundle of life in our arms all pain and fear was forgotten and we cried together for joy and gratefulness.

Now, six months later, we're still very happy, enjoying our family life and our time together. I've stepped back from work a little, doing office work mostly, staying away from the time consuming major cases. It's hard sometimes to be condemned to just watch my colleagues working in the front-line but I know it's worth it. I don't want to make the same mistakes again, the mistakes that ruined my first marriage and jeopardized my relationship with Faye. Besides that y/n needs my support, although she would never admit it. Our little maybug suffers from colic and cries a lot so she's constantly sleep-deprived and on top of that she tortures herself with self-reproach because breastfeeding didn't work and our baby son only gets formula, which -in her eyes- is the reason for his regular pain. She's constantly stressed out, tense and oversensitive and we fight over the most silly things.

When she had a nervous breakdown the other day because she hadn't managed to cook dinner for me after another night without sleep and a whole day of trying to calm down a crying baby in pain, I decided it was enough, that she needed a break, I needed a break and maybe even our little muffin needed a break from his worn out parents. So after y/n had a good cry on my shoulder, listening to my comforting words that made her relax a little, I made her her favorite sandwich, sent her to bed after she'd enjoyed it and took our little boy on a ride. He likes it when we drive around in my truck, the sonorous sound of the engine has a soothing effect on him and eventually he stopped crying and fell asleep, just as exhausted as his mom. I got myself a burger from the drive-through, ate it in the parking lot and I came up with an idea for a little treat for me and my wife.

And now here we are, sitting in the huge tub in the bathroom of a luxurious hotel suite in our hometown, just 20 minutes away from our little boy who's staying with y/n's sister for the weekend. It wasn't easy to convince my wife that he's going to survive one night without us and that we really need some time for us but now, after a romantic candle light dinner and a special treatment afterwards she really seems to enjoy our little escape.

"God, Walt...you were right, I needed this. The food was delicious and your massage worked wonders. Thank you so much, papa bear."

She's sitting in front of me in the steaming hot water that smells like tropical flowers, her body covered with lush foam, her back resting against my chest, her butt between my spread legs, pressing against my cock.

"Well, it wasn't a Tantra massage but I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway." I press a kiss on her hair and hug her from behind. "I enjoyed it too, by the way. My hands all over your wonderful backside, that was very sexy," I whisper in her ear before I start to caress her breasts while kissing her neck. Damn, I love her tits, even more now after the pregnancy. They are so soft, so welcoming and warm, plus they are bigger than before, perfect for burying my face in them or for a filthy boob fuck.

Y/n moans softly under my touch and I go on, determined to make this date night unforgettable. After a while I let one of my hands glide over her belly, that wonderful part of her body that has carried our child and that is so smooth beneath my rough palm. I feel the stretch marks she hates so much but I kinda love them. They're like a map that shows what she's been through and what the female body is capable of. For her it's a flaw, when I look at it I see nothing but strength. With that thought I slip my hand between her legs, stroking her pussy, my fingers gliding through her swollen folds, provoking one of these drawn, hoarse moans that always escape her mouth when she likes what I'm doing and that turn me on so much. She cranes her neck to look at me and I bent my head to kiss her. The kiss is slow and sensual, tasting sweet and promising. I moan into her mouth, one hand on her tit, kneading it intensely, giving her erect nipple some extra attention with my thumb, one hand on her pussy. I keep on stroking her clit while we make out and she moves her hips, rolling them slowly against my rock-hard cock.

"You like that, baby?" I want to know, panting into her ear.

"I like it a lot…", y/n sighs, bucking her hips. I know exactly what she wants.

"How about that?" I stretch my arm, shifting my position a little to penetrate her slowly with two fingers, brushing them against her g-spot with light pressure.

"Fuck...Walt…"

Her moans are getting louder with each thrust into her cunt, her hips moving rhythmically. I stimulate her clit with my thumb and I can tell she's close, putty in my hands, a whimpering, panting mess and I love it.

"Mommy's still my little whore, right?" I ask, my voice rough and thick with arousal and desire, my dick throbbing, pressed against her ass. "Look at you, riding my fingers like the good girl you are. I love how that feels…"

I fingerfuck her harder and it doesn't take her long to cum with a loud moan, my name on her lips on top of her orgasm. She rides it out slowly, breathing heavily and I give her some time to recover before I grab her by her waist, lift her up and make her sit down on my cock. I can't wait another second, I need to feel her from the inside, her tight pussy stretching around my thick dick. She sighs when she easily sinks down on it, starting to ride me immediately, eagerly, greedy. She's still hungry, ready for more, giving me a hard time to pull myself together. I'd love to just rail her, to thrust into her cunt mercilessly to reach my own high but what I want even more is to see her come undone again, to make her fall apart on my dick, milking it when she cums again. So I hold her hips in a vice-like grip, pressing her down and she stops moving, waiting for me to take over. I let go of her hips and fuck her slowly, thrusting into her from underneath, caressing her tits, showering her shoulders with sloppy kisses.

She follows the rhythm and the pace I set and we both moan in unison. She reaches between her legs and starts touching herself which turns me on even further. I love watching her when she pleasures herself. She was a little hesitant about in the beginning of our relationship but when I even bought her some toys, she believed me that it was okay to masturbate in my presence, that it drove me absolutely wild to watch her, that I would fuck her like a predator after seeing her cum just by the touch of her own hands, using the toys I had chosen and allowed her to use. Today is no exception. Her soft moans and appreciative sighs are music to my ears and as soon as I fix my eyes on her fingers that circle her clit, while she strokes the shaft of my pounding cock with her other hand, I lose my shit.

I press her against my body and fuck her so hard and fast that the water spills all over the edge of the tub. She comes again shortly after I orgasm with a noise that's half grunt and half growl, arising deep from within my chest. My balls tighten and when I feel my cum shooting through my dick her pussy clenches around me and her body is trembling on top of mine. She cries out loud when I fill her up with my seed and I'm sure she knows that I imagine breeding her, when I keep on thrusting lightly, not pulling out even after we've both come down from our highs and my hard-on softens.

I know we still have to wait a few months till she gets pregnant again because her body needs time to heal but I guess it doesn't hurt to practice as often as we feel like it and to dream of adding another little bug to our family.

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Corruption Kink + All Might - Headcanons

Request: Hey! I dunno if you're still taking requests for all might, but if you are and you have space, could i request a pre-injury all might x f!reader fic? I was thinking the reader could be significantly younger than him, with like a bit of a corruption kink and a lot of guilt for Toshi. I thought that one shot you wrote for him was adorable! Take care, bunny :)

A/N: Headcanons seem easier for me since I’m still new in writing Toshi (im also not sure if this is entirely corruption but i hope you like it)

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To the public, All Might is the Symbol of Peace, he’s everything that children and heroes want to become. However, you know him better than that. Or at least, you know him in a way that others don’t and some that possibly wish they did. Toshinori is much older than you, everything about him screams of authority and power that you wish for. The public can approach him, ask for pictures and smile beside him. They can hold his hand and stand beside him, but you, on the other hand, can't do that. What you can do is more intimate, more than what anyone can wish for.

He’s an older man, and he’s a hero. He’s supposed to know what’s best; he’s supposed to be the responsible one in whatever relationship he’s in. You’re the complete opposite from him- you don’t have to worry about the status of being a hero, you don’t have these gruelling responsibilities that he has. While you two are together, he has yet to formally announce to the public about the relationship, which you don’t particularly mind. You know how it would look if he was seen out with a much younger partner. You could already picture the headlines and the comments that would appear, the slander that would go towards your partner. You’re okay with just playing the secret partner; if you were to be honest with yourself, you actually welcome the secrecy, the little bits of love and knowing that you’re the only one to see him in such a light that is anything but the hero face that he shows.

Due to the secrecy in the relationship, most dates are held at home. However, the idea of at-home dates that you both have are quickly depleted and repeated. Frustration plays a part, something heavy and thick in the air. You both are consenting adults, one that is just frustrated at being stuck at home with their partner and the other that holds the weight of the country on their shoulder. It’s only natural that the frustration would turn into something more primal and raw, that you two would comfort each other and become stress relievers to each other. You’re both still fairly young- despite the age gap that puts you at a much younger age than him- and couple that with stress and ansty feelings about the relationship, it leads the two of you to explore a rather more sexual aspect.

The Symbol of Peace is something that is untainted in the eyes of the public. He isn’t necessarily pure- often asked about the features that he seeks out in potential partners- but he is someone who is held to a high standard. He’s a savior to the people, the reason for the lack of crime. He’s the Symbol of Peace and you get to corrupt that. You get to twist his image behind closed doors. He comes from heroism, he holds the image of the golden boy well. On the other hand, you don’t have to worry about the image you hold, you can only hope to make time for your personal life and not make a bad impression on the people you meet. You get to see him in other ways that people could only dream of; you get to see him beg on his knee, his iconic grin ruined, stuffed with a gag and drool covering his chin as he bows before you.

His shoulders are weighed down by the country, by the responsibilities that he has to bear. He’s so used to being admired, to be the number one hero, that when you come along and tilt his head, your lips curved into an almost sadistic smile, he’s willing to listen to you. Even when he's on top, he’s doing what you tell him, listening to every command that you have to say, he’s opening his mouth and suckling on your breasts whining with your pert nipple his mouth as his hand desperately latches onto your body. His cock will be naked, rubbed against your thighs as he begs for release, whimpering about how it all hurts too much. He lets you take the lead, he does whatever you tell him to do, too drunk on lust to actually do anything more than whine and buck his hips into your greedy cunt.

Always in his All Might form, he has yet to reveal his smaller size to you. Perhaps it comes from trust issues or that he wouldn’t know how to bring it up so far into the relationship, but he’s always big around you. At first he felt a twinge of guilt of having you take him in his bigger form, to thrust his cock inside of your cunt and hear you yelp in pain, but if he were to be honest the sound of you in pain added with how your nails would dig into his skin, turned him on in a way that he hadn’t ever thought about. While he gets drunk off of lust from having you take control over him, he also has this more lustful nature to take control over you. He wants to witness as his bulging cock enters you, to hear you cry his name and arch your back to fill his hand with your soft breast and wipe the beading tears away from your eyes. He wants to know that he’s the reason that you’re crying, that it’s because you simply couldn’t handle his cock.

Corruption isn’t something that he wants to say- it leases a bitter taste on his tongue that doesn’t wash away so easily. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s corrupted, he doesn’t want to think what that word means when he’s out on patrol. He wants to rescue people, to help others and be the hero that he want to be rather than think about how soft the inside of your sex is and how it seems to mold to his shape. On certain nights, he’ll visit you when he’s supposed to be out on patrol. He’ll knock on your door and claim that he’s doing an inspection- something that he says for him, just to find a worthy excuse to actually leave his patrol- and he;l lock the door behind him. His moans aren’t loud enough to drown out your words, how you claim how he’s grown idle in his responsibilities- that he would prefer to have his cock sucked on rather than go out and patrol the area. But he is your hero, and you have to at least thank him for taking care of you for the time being that he is there, asking him with his cock in your hand and a devious smile played on your lips if you’re just special or if he does the same with others.

As a hero, he has built his stamina and you welcome that with eager arms and lips. Even after he’s reached his climax, he’s still hard, thrusting lazily into you, begging you to make him release once more. He’ll hold you close to him, his arms thick with muscle and littered with scars, his lips pressed against yours, his tongue thick as it fills your mouth. He wants to keep you close, to hold you and keep his cock buried inside of you until either you or him are too overstimulated to actually continue. You welcome it, you want him to say, to have him pleasure you and think about your needs for the day. Your lps will press against his neck, leaving a bright make in its place. Your words are alluring, asking him to stay the day with you, to ignore his responsibilities for the day and stay nestled inside of you. You promise him that if he were to stay the day, that you would try whatever he wanted, tightening around him and kissing his lips.

You encourage him to stay home by playing on his status. The streets are much safer thanks to him, he’s the reason for everything good right now. Just the mere sight and mention of him is enough for criminals to stop in their tracks and return home with their tails between their legs. He’s allowed to stay home, he’s allowed to take a bit of time for himself to just rest his cock between your thighs and fuck himself between your thighs. It’s during these times that you’ll grip his hair and have him kiss at your sex, pressing your thigh against the side of his head. You’ll tell him how he’s such a good boy, doing all the dirty work that other heroes would rather not do, running your hand through his hair and telling him nothing but sweet things.

There’s pleasure that you take, having him nestled so close to you, almost dependent on emptying himself inside of you. You were the one to reduce the number one hero into a puddle of goo. You were the one to see Toshinori as a sweaty mess, to have him nurse on your breasts and suck on your sex as if it held the sweetest nectar that he would ever have. You convince him to stay. You sit naked on his thigh as he wears his hero outfit, your sex pressed and leaking in heavy arousal onto him. You know that when he goes out, he’ll carry your mark on him. He’ll remember the way that you taste, how you bite into his shoulder and how he humped your leg like a dog, his semen dirtying the inside of a costume. You were the one to reduce the hero to nothing but some sort of lust-filled man who can only muster the thought that he had to release himself inside of you, to fill you with his cock until you’re leaking with his seed.

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