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#and if i move or breathe too much i'll stir up the dust and just be smothered in apathetic miserable sludge
luveline · 3 months
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hey! would you mind writing sirius black x reader (ole flame or something) when they meet for the first time since azkaban at a meeting for the order? thank you and happy holidays!
thank u for requesting, hope this is OK! ♡
—you and sirius both get to go home eventually, 2.2k. fem
You were still kids when Sirius… went away. You thought he hurt James and Lily, and it didn't matter that you loved him because he was evil and cruel and he hurt the people he loved most in the world, and then you were outposted thousands of miles eastward, your life a shadow. 
Remus sent you letters. You always answered, even when it hurt, but his last was too much to believe. You told yourself that someone forged his handwriting through a curse or some new gimmick, and then a second arrived with a smaller envelope hidden inside. 
No name written on it. No Dear anything to begin. 
Things are different to what you've been told. Please come home, it said. This penmanship was shaken like a hand out of practice, but something felt familiar in the curves and dots. 
If Remus’ letter (and the second smaller one too) were in fact telling the truth, it means you did something awful, and so, for a while, you don't go. 
Please, the next letter says, again enclosed within a larger explanation from Remus, I'm sorry. I just want to see you again. 
Getting home isn't as simple as he might think. You have to picture the destination very clearly to disapparate, and you have no sustained recollection anymore of the places you used to go. You remember silly things, slices of memories; the four of them laughing in a big green field, the sweet smell of hair oil to your left; the beige walls of a rented flat where you'd lay in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time, before things got too terrible to sleep; a string-lit garden that last summer, hands of poker on a glass table. These places aren't real anymore. You can't go back to them. 
Upon your request, Molly forwards you an address and a secret code. 
Trains, buses, trains again. A long walk through a cold street. Some secret this or that. You arrive in the night and a frowning face ushers you in, past a painting sealed away and up the creaking stairs. You spend hours sitting on the end of a bed coated in dust waiting for the sun to rise, your back stiff with nerves. You could slip out before anyone else knows you're here, it's not as if Moody would give you away. But why did you come, if you were going to run straight back to your outpost? 
You don't want Sirius’ betrayal to be true, of course. It took your breath away imagining what it would mean if he hadn't done what you thought. If it's all lies (as it seems to be), if he's innocent as he and Remus claim, it means you turned your back on him and left him to suffer, and he's still asking you to come home. 
A few people stir for breakfast. Molly, who's voice you remember, and some younger sounding ones that may be her children, or perhaps the newer Order recruits. Then comes Remus’ voice. He sounds different. Less Welsh, more tired. Homely anyways as he passes your door with someone beside him. 
“...any day now,” he's saying, “try not to worry.” 
“I do worry. I've worried about it every day for years.” 
You freeze up. 
The stairs creak, Remus’ voice moving further away. “She doesn't need worrying.” 
Sirius must stay at the top of the stairs for a moment. He sounds close. “I wouldn't know what she needs.” 
“Come have some breakfast.” 
“I'll write her again.” 
“After breakfast.” 
“What if she doesn't come?” 
“After breakfast,” Remus insists. “She can ignore you once we've had toast.” 
“I forgot how funny you are,” Sirius mutters. 
Hearing his voice fills you with doubt. He sounds nothing like he used to, no easy confidence to be heard, just fatigue. 
You look down at your hands. Hearing his voice has a new emotion sprouting, too. When you first learned what had happened to your friends, you felt anger like a knife everywhere you went. How could he do that to them? How could he do it to you, be that person, ruin everything you'd loved and made together? But later, when anger faded and grief ached, you'd missed the Sirius you loved. Shamefully, in longing pangs, you'd toss and turn to dreams where things were different. 
Now there's a chance he might still be that person, and you're hiding from him in his own house. 
“There's someone here,” Molly says as you leave your room, her voice nearly too quiet to hear from the kitchen. “Moody's told me this morning.” 
“What?” Arthur asks. 
“Who?” a younger voice says. 
A small intermission of quiet. “Well, I don't know,” Molly says eventually, though she must have guessed it was you from the letter you sent. “But I'll need another loaf of bread. You'd better go, boys.” 
“Mum,” one whines. 
“Come on now.” 
The stairs whimper as you descend, the bannister sticky with old gloss under your hand. Paisley wallpaper and drapes catch your eye as you pass the overflowing shoe rack. There must be more people here than you'd thought. The coat stand is similarly overloaded. 
You can see into the kitchen as soon as you take the last step down. Molly stands wringing a dish cloth between her hands, two teenage boys at the kitchen table. Remus stands near her right with a cup of tea, and when he sees you, he genuinely smiles. 
“Oh, good,” he says, the scar that bisects his lip pulling as he takes a sip of tea. 
The teenagers turn to see you. “Bread, boys! Arthur, you can go with them," Molly says.
Arthur doesn't complain. You falter in the hallway, quiet as the trio of Weasley's leave the kitchen in their slippers to take a quiet exit from the front door. They smile politely as they go, but the boys whisper as the door shuts behind them. You wonder if they have an inkling of who you are, and then you wonder what you might say now they're gone. 
Molly remains, inquisitive to know that you need privacy but also the security of her company. She was always smart like that.
“Come in, then,” Remus says. 
“I–” You clear your throat. “I'm not sure I should.” 
A startle of silverware against china. 
Remus gives you one of his looks. It has tears threatening to well. Why didn't I fight to see him more? you think. Suddenly years have passed and he's changed, but his reassuring glances remain. It's like he's saying everything is fine, why wouldn't everything be fine? Chin up, dove.
Sirius appears in the doorway. Dark circles beneath grey eyes, his cheeks gaunt with hunger rather than the sleek sharpness he once possessed. He's still pretty, if wounded. It's as though you've found an old photo of him that's been smudged with age. He's stepped out of one of your moulding albums to haunt you. 
“Angel,” he breathes, his hand clasped low on the doorway, “you're here.” 
You look past him to Molly and Remus. There isn't a reality nor dimension where they'd let him stay here if they didn't believe his innocence. Remus explained it all in the letter and still you worried if he might have gotten it wrong, and simply believed what he wanted to believe, but it's not possible. Remus loved James so much, he would've killed Sirius himself if he really thought Sirius was the secret keeper who betrayed them. 
So. It's a relief to be home. 
You stare at him. “You look tired,” you say quietly. 
“I'm fine. I am.” 
He seems alright, considering. You'd even say he was handsome with his hair pushed away from his face, a dark shadow of stubble around his mouth, but he looks exhausted.  
You're expecting him to say what you'd say. How could you ever think I'd do it? 
Sirius was prone to similar bouts of pride, or righteousness, justice, whatever you want to call it, but he doesn't bother with that now. He looks at you as though you're the only person on earth, gaze narrowed but eyes wide, pain between his brows as he asks, “What's wrong?” 
Your hand finches up to your cheek to wipe the sudden tear away. “I thought I'd never see you again.” Your Sirius. 
“Don't be upset,” he pleads. 
“How can I not be? I left you all alone for so long.” 
He laughs roughly. “Sweetheart, what were you supposed to do?” 
“Not just give up.” 
“You thought it was me. That's the only thing you could've done. Either of you,” he says, gesturing backward with his hand. “It was hard… to know who to trust, at the end. It's not your fault.” 
You really were only kids together, not half as in love as James and Lily, but that doesn't mean you weren't mad for each other. He looked after you. You would've had a life, you think. 
“You were just gone,” you say, looking down at the floor between you, eyes tracing lines of wood grain. “Everyone. There was nobody left. And I just let you go.” 
“Do you want to come here?” he asks. You lift your head. His hand is barely in front of him, fingers open, palm up. 
It's like taking a stranger's hand for the first few seconds. You keep them low between you both, unfamiliar to each other. But, you find, as his fingers wrap around yours in that selfish way they used to do, squeezing rather than intertwining to make all of them fit, he remembers you.
You step a little closer, your arm to his chest, and look up at him through your lashes. It would melt him like a candle near a furnace, this look. He'd be smug or seething about something and you'd sidle in to stand between his shoes, unsure of what to say but determined to be there for him. It's the same now.  
“What's wrong?” he asks under his breath. 
“I left you all alone,” you repeat. 
“It wasn't your choice, okay?” He smooths his free hand from your elbow to your upper arm. 
Molly says something to Remus. He chuckles and says something in return. Happier to admit it if it's only for Sirius’ ears, you say, “I'm really sorry, Sirius. I miss you every day.” 
“I miss you too,” he says. 
You push your arms around his waist and hide your face in his chest, feeling for the lines of who he used to be, the dip of his spine in his back or the soft cotton of one of his old t-shirts. You regret hugging him at all, until he puts his arm behind your head, a shaky breath released against your crown. 
I'm scared, he'd said. But I don't want you to be scared, okay? Barely twenty, he smelled of the sticky red powder on the end of matches after a night doing things he couldn't tell you about. You could tell him you loved him, and he you, but you weren't to discuss Order business. We'll be okay. 
But Lily–
Everyone's going to be fine. I promise. 
“You promised,” you say to yourself. Too quiet for him to hear, but he does. 
“I promised you so many things I'm not sure what one you mean,” he says with a disappointed laugh. 
You pull away, taking his face into two hands. “How do you feel?” you ask, ignoring the tremble working up from your wrists. 
“What?” His eyes are dark. 
“How are you? Did they– I mean, are you okay? Are you sick?” 
“Remus has patched me up. And Cordelia, the medwitch, you know her?” 
“I don't know anyone. I've been away.” 
He nods sadly. “Yeah. Well, you look the same.” 
“I don't.” 
“You do! You look the same,” —he almost sounds happy, his lips curling into a smile— “sweetheart. Sweetheart–” He closes his eyes. 
You push his hair behind his ears. “You don't look the same,” you confess, “you have wrinkles, right… here.” You touch the corners of his eyes. 
“You're still beautiful.” 
“Mm. You can't even see me.” 
“I don't need to see you. I knew you would be.” 
You rise up to kiss his cheek gently. “It's like you're back, like– like, I always felt like you were gone. And now you're home again. You are home, aren't you?” 
He covers your hand with one of his. “You're here, so–” 
You laugh together nervously. “Yeah, I'm here.” 
“I have stuff to do to make it right.” 
“Then we'll do it.” 
“Okay,” he says. He swallows a breath, and wraps you in a surprisingly tight hug. “Did you read my letters?” 
I don't want anything from you. Just to see you're okay. 
“I read them. I'm okay. Don't I look okay?” 
“You look perfect. Just like the last time I saw you,” he says. It startles you how suddenly he sounds like he did when you were young, his flirting drawl, voice velveteen. 
“Not like that,” you laugh. 
He pulls you as close as you can be, rough now, his arms solid around you. “I missed that,” he says, rubbing your back. “I forgot how you sound when you laugh.” 
You've led very different lives. “I didn't forget yours.” 
“You wouldn't. You love having things to hold against me.” 
You stroke his hair. “Maybe a little.” 
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greynatomy · 4 months
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alessia russo x reader
based on this and this request.
———
You were currently seven months pregnant. And you were miserable. Alessia, your wife, has been amazing through the whole journey.
Like right now, you woke up in the middle of the night after feeling some pain in your back. Unable to fall asleep, you carefully got out of your wife’s grip and exited the bedroom. You went to the living room, seeing a bit of a mess and started to clean up.
Back in the bedroom, Alessia stirs in her sleep and reaches out to the other side of the bed for you only to find it empty. The space was still slightly warm meaning you got out just recently. She gets out of the bed, shivering when her bare feet touches the cold floor and makes her way out. Entering the living room, she finds you with a duster, dusting anything and everything you could reach. She leans against the hallway wall, arms folded over her chest.
“Hey, honey. What are you doing?”
“Ugh! Don’t even get me started.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“If you can somehow get this baby out of me.”
Alessia pushes off the wall and walks towards you.
“Can I try something?” You feel her standing behind you, her breath fanning against your ear sending shivers down your spine. You can only let out a hum of confirmation, too flustered to know how to use words.
Her arms move to wrap themselves around your waist, hands coming under your bump.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh. Just lean on me.” Her voice soft, you comply, turning your head to breathe in her scent.
She intertwines her hands together under your bump, slowly and carefully lifts your stomach up. Immediately you let out a sigh, relieved at the weight being taken from you.
“Oh, I could marry you all over again.”
She holds your stomach for about a minute, pressing light kisses all over your neck and shoulders.
“I’m gonna put it down slowly now.” She does, making you release a groan. “Think you can come back to bed?”
“Mmhm.”
A few days later, Alessia had gotten home late. She expected you to be asleep, but she found you awake sitting at the dining room table, laptop open and papers sprawled over.
“Baby? Why are you still up?” She asks, moving to stand behind you, hands massaging your shoulders.
You sigh, not taking your eyes off the screen.
“There’s still so much to do.”
“Well, when do you need them done by?”
“Uh, Thursday.”
“Babe. You have like a week to get it done. You’re working too much.”
“I just wanna get ahead.”
Being with you for years, Alessia knows one way to get you to stop working. Grabbing her phone, she connects it to the speakers around the house.
You look away from the screen, hearing the familiar song, a favorite of yours.
Perfect by Ed Sheeran
“May I have this dance?”
You accept her hand that she held out for you. She pulls you as close to her as she could, minding your belly. It’s was silent bar the music. Alessia takes the lead, swaying to the melody.
“You really shouldn’t be overworking yourself, amore mio. It’s not good for you and the baby.”
You sigh into her neck. “I know. I just want to get everything done before she comes.”
“And you will. Just give yourself some more breaks. I want the baby to be healthy, but I want my wife to be healthy as well.”
Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her homeI found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own
“Feel like watching a film with me?”
“Depends. Which film?”
“Tangled?”
“Oh, baby. If you think I was bad watching that before I was pregnant, wait and see after. These hormones got me acting up.”
“And I’ll have a box of tissues ready for you.”
She pulls away from the dance, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as the song ends, giving you a passionate kiss. It makes you tear up.
Pulling away from the kiss, she goes back to hold you, her warm breath fanning over your ear as she sings you the last line.
You look perfect tonight.
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Can I request prompt 15 with Steven Grant? ❤
Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader (Marc & Jake mention)
Summary: The morning after.
Content Warning: Steven Grant is a warning; fluff; allusions to sexy times; whatever else I failed to mention.
Word Count: 602
Note: Was this requested? Yes! I'd like to thank @steven-grants-world for the request. I hope you like it! I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.
Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕
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You were still asleep, curled beside him, bare skin pressed flush against his. Your hair was messy, your face nestled in the crook of his neck. Steven could feel your steady breaths, how your legs tangled with his. One of your hands rested on his chest. It made his heart stutter. It made a smile spread across his face. Last night was your first time together—and gods, were you beautiful! Steven cherished every sound you made and how you felt around him. He worshipped every curve and memorized every freckle, every beauty mark. Sunlight spilled through his curtains, making the moment that much more beautiful.
Steven still struggled to believe how he snagged a girl like you.
Well, it wasn't all him. Marc and Jake helped. He'd have to thank them later…
You stirred, letting out a soft sigh. Steven stilled. Your hand curled into a gentle fist before your fingers splayed across his chest. You nuzzled further into his neck before letting out a more contented sigh. Your eyes fluttered open, his warmth contrasting the welcomed ache between your thighs. Steven's eyes fluttered shut. You angled your head, planting a soft kiss just beneath his jaw. He relished in how gentle your lips felt.
"Baby," you mumbled against his skin. "I know you're awake."
Steven just hummed. "Kinda hard to sleep when I have a beautiful lady in my bed," he murmured. You giggled, maneuvering yourself onto your elbows. He looked at you, smiling and eyes sparkling happily. His curls were messier than usual, a light blush dusting across his face. Steven's blanket hung halfway down his stomach. He looked breathtaking.
You reached over and traced his jaw with your fingers. He seemed to melt under your touch. You gently cupped his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. Steven met you halfway, lips moving eagerly against yours, one of his hands gently cupping the back of your head. You couldn't help but smile. When you pulled apart, Steven nudged his nose against yours, and you giggled again.
"Thank you," you said, once your giggles died down.
Steven's brows furrowed. "For what?" he asked.
You blushed, lowering her gaze. "Last night." The response was soft, quiet. Your face was hot and your heart stuttered in your chest. Last night had been amazing. You'd only been with a handful of people before Steven, but none of them compared to him. He was sweet and gentle and so, so loving—both in and out of the bedroom. You adored him for it—no, loved!
Steven's hand moved to cradle your cheek. You leaned into his calloused hand—how a gift shopist could have calloused hands was beyond you. But you knew better than to complain now.
"You don't need to thank me," he said. His face softened. "If anythin', love, I should be thanking you."
You could have melted right there. He leaned forward and kissed you again, softer this time, lips moving carefully and lovingly. Your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself in him. "I love you," you whispered against his lips, too dazed to realize what you'd said. Was it too soon? Probably. Did you care? Not at all.
Steven froze, his lips just a fraction away from yours. You looked up at him, confused. He looked surprised. "You love me?" he asked. You flushed. You tried opening your mouth to talk, but nothing came out. So you settled on a nod. Steven smiled and pulled you into another kiss. You gave a soft moan. "I love you," he mumbled.
Neither of you left the bed for the rest of the morning.
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nights-legacy · 1 year
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I Don't Want You. - Dabi Pt. 1
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Warnings: Smut 🔞 NSFW, language, Angst insults and hate from Dabi.
Note: You have a telekinesis & telekinetic energy quirk.
+ You and Dabi were out causing a rukus when he gets hit with a quirk. At first, it seems like nothing is wrong, but as the evening continues, things change. He starts to become more and more affectionate with you. Is he returning your feelings finally, and will it last?
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The simple mission had turned into chaos. Dabi and I had just gone out to just stir some shit but we weren't trying to start chaos. At least not this time. Some civilians that Are wannabe heroes tried to step in and "save the day". They were just a nuisance but when some sidekicks showed up is when it became chaos.
"Let get out of here, Dabi." I yelled at him as people began to fight each other. We were hiding behind some pillars. He looked at me with a smirk.
"Well we did cause some ruckus. But yeah let's get out of here." He agreed. We ran out and through the crowd. We were just about to the door when I heard Dabi yell in frustration. I turned back to see him being dusted in some pink dust and a scared woman before him.
"Get back!" I screamed and Dabi opened his eyes and they were looking directly at me. I knocked the woman back and pulled Dabi out. We didn't stop running until we couldn't hear any screaming or sirens. "Shit."
"You can say that again." He chuckled. I leant on my knees, trying to catch my breath as he leant against the wall. I gave him a quick once over to see it that woman's quirk had any physical, visual effects.
"You okay? Feel any weirdness from that woman's quirk?"
"I don't think so. We'll have to wait and see, I guess." He met my gaze. I noticed he paused for a second while staring at me. His pupils widened ever so slightly before he looked away, shaking his head. "Let's get back to the bar. I need a drink." 
"Sure." I wasn't so sure he was okay but didn't press it.
After an uneventful walk back, Dabi immediately went to grab a drink while Toga latched on to me. She started rambling on about something I couldn't keep up with. I was too distracted with checking on Dabi. Every time I looked his way, he was staring at me. He wasn't paying much attention to Spinner talking to him.
"And then I couldn't even get a bit of his blood! It was so annoying." She pouted. I chucked and ruffled her hair.
 "Awe, poor baby. I'm sure you can find someone else to go crazy on. I mean..." I cut short when I felt someone's fingertips brush the back of my neck, moving the hair aside. They moved in close, nearly nuzzling my neck. I turned to see Dabi. "Dabi, what..."
"You smell good." He said, running the tip of his nose along my throat. I gasped as shivers ran down my spine. I met Toga's confused gaze. One of his arms circled my waist.
"Um, Dabi?" I piped up. "What are you doing?" He froze behind me.
"Wh-what? Shit." He pulled away from me. I turned to him and saw him shaking his head. He then brought a hand to his head. "What the hell? I'm going out for a smoke."
"Dabi?" I called. He wouldn't look at me as he dodged his way out.
"What was that?" Toga chirped. 
"Not sure. I'll talk to you later." I followed the path Dabi took. I had an idea this had to do with that woman's quirk. I didn't see him when I initially got outside. I began to search for him. I finally found him at the opposite end of a nearby ally. He had his head in his hand and I could see the smoke rising from the cigarette. "Dabi?"
"Don't!" He held out his hand towards me and I stopped. He looked up at me and another shiver went up my spin as his eyes pierced me. The blue in his eyes was nearly glowing making him look almost ethereal. I gulped as something stirred in me.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling alright?"
"I feel weird. Dammit!" He pushed off the wall, kicking a can across the alley. I dodged as it flew at and past me. He began pacing, grumbling about the weird feeling. He then suddenly stormed up to me. "I can't stop..." He stopped suddenly, sucking in an unsteady breath. I saw his eyes dilate.
"Dabi?" I was starting to feel like a broken record. He threw his cig down and stomped it out. He circled his arm around me again, setting his forehead on mine. I gasped at his movement.
"I can't stop thinking about YOU." He whispered. He pulled me tight against him. My mind was running in circles trying to keep up and comprehend what he was saying. The feelings I had for him that were buried deep were trying to push their way up. I didn't want to get my hopes up so I pushed back.
"Me? Why me?" I stuttered.
"I don't know! Dammit!" He moved to bury his face in my neck. He took a big breath. "You smell like vanilla and chai." He softly muttered before pressing his lips on my neck. I bit my lip and tried not to pull him closer.
"I Um, Dabi. We should Uh..." I tried to get a hold of myself. He brought his head back up and met my gaze. He brought a hand up and brushed hair away.
"Your hair is so soft." He played with the strands before cupping my face. He began to move closer, staring at my lips. My eyes went to shut as he got close.
"Yo, Dabi! L/N! You coming back in?" We jumped at the sound of Spinner's voice. We looked down the alley. A growl rumbled through Dabi's chest.
"No! We're not. Fuck off!" He yelled before grabbing my hand and dragging me in the opposite direction. After a few minutes, I realized he was pulling me towards my apartment. I didn't speak as we walked on. At the pace he set, we were there no time.
"Let me unlock the door." I said as we walked up to my place. I unlocked the door and before I could even open the door, he picked me up around the waist. "H-hey!"
"You're fine." He mutters. He slammed the door shut and I heard the lock click. Dabi has been to my place multiple times so he knows his way around. He all but threw me on my counter.
"What is going on with you?" I asked as he straightened up.
"I don't know but it's you. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm drawn to you, I need you. Fuck!" He grabbed my face and got in close. He paused for a second. I could read confusion and want in his eyes.
"It's okay." I gently grabbed his wrists, softly tracing the staple stitches. I took the initiative and pushed up to kiss him. He responded immediately. The kiss was heated, fast, and passionate and I loved every minute.
"Damn. Your lips taste even better than you smell. I can only imagine how you taste down here." He brought one hand down and cupped me through my pants. I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as he applied some pressure. He positioned his hips between mine and started to buck ever so slightly.
He went down to my neck and with no hesitation, he began to leave love bites up and down. I reached up and raked my hand through his hair. He stopped his mensastrations and raised his head. He nuzzled into my hair.
"I want you." He growled between his heavy breathing. He pulled my hips flush against his. I moaned and dropped my head onto his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Then take me to the bedroom." He growled against my lips before he picked me up by my thighs and raced to my room.
He unceremoniously dropped me on the bed before he started pulling off his clothes. I just pushed up on my elbows to watch him. He smirked when he noticed me watching.
"Come on, sweetheart. Take 'em off." He nodded his head at me. I bit my lip before sitting up to take off my shirt. I kicked off my shoes as I undid my jeans. I pulled them off and went to pull my underwear off but he quickly grabbed my wrists. "Those, I'll do."
"Alright." I laid back down as he traced his hands over my skin. I sighed at the feeling of his warm skin on mine. He traced the band of my underwear before roughly pulling them down. I made a noise of surprise but didn't complain.
"Gods, you're hot." He was already fucking me with his eyes so I couldn't wait for him to actually do it. He leant over and caged me in his arms. He kissed me fiercely and it screamed 'Dabi' in every sense. He pulled away and before I could even register, he was on his knees.
"Fuck!" I screamed as he latched his mouth onto me. He went to town on me as if he was a starving man. I gasped and gripped my sheets in an iron grip. 
I pushed up on my elbows and watched as he devoured me. The movement of his tongue against me had me writhing and moaning so loud I might have to deal with a noise complaint. I honestly couldn't keep quiet if I wanted to. He opened his eyes to meet my gaze. His eyes were crazed and dark with lust. He pulled away.
"You feeling good or something?" He smirked. I whined at the loss of feeling but nodded in affirmation. He chuckled darkly. He dove back in. He reached up and pushed me back down. I felt his fingers brush my entrance.
"Ah!" I choked as he inserted his fingers. He somehow found that spot inside of me right away. My hands latched onto his hair. I grinded up into his face but whined again when he held down my hips. "Dabi!"
"Problem?" He teased me. I would have glared at him if I wasn't so focused on the way his fingers were pistoning in and out of me.
"I'm so close, shit!" I tried to buck up but his hold held.
"Then cum." He demanded before lowering back down. Almost instantly, I followed his order. I seized up as the white hot pleasure shot up my spine. He didn't stop or even slow down, extending my high as long as possible. I gasped for air as I came down. He kept going and I tried to squirm away as the overstimulation started.
"Too much." I whimpered. He seemed to take mercy on me.
"You do taste damn good down here too." He pulled up and leant over me again. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips. I took the initiative and forced my tongue in his mouth. He groaned, squeezed my hip. "Need to be in you."
"Need you in me." I tried to push his underwear down. He stood to his full height and yanked down the material. He pumped his hand over his shaft and I gulped. I figured he was big but damn.
"Up." He motioned up the bed. I crawled up but it didn't seem fast enough for Dabi. He wrapped an arm around me and lifted me the rest of the way. He then shoved me down.
He laid down on his side and positioned me in front of him. I brought my leg up as he pulled my hips back.
"Dabi." I whined in impatience. I reached back and set my hand on his hip.
"Patience baby." He chuckled sensually in my ear.
"Please..." I whined breathlessly. He hummed, nosing the back of my neck. I felt the tip of his dick prode at me. I wiggled back more, trying to get him in me.
"Alright, alright. I'm feeling generous." He kissed my cheek. I felt his tip catch the rim of my entrance. He slowly pushed in and the air left my lungs. I knew he was big but he was stretching me beyond belief.
"Ah! Dabi!" I tightened my grip on his hip as continued to work himself in. I gasped as he finally bottomed out on me. I grasped at the sheets, pillows, his arms trying to ground myself.
"Damn." He groaned before retracting his hips and snapping them foreword. He gave me no reprieve and began to piston his hips into me.
The sounds that left me would have normally made me blush but I couldn't be bothered to care right now. The heat was quickly building up in my core. The drag of his cock against my walls was driving me insane.
"Agk! Dabi! Right there!" I screamed as he angled his hips differently. His teeth sunk into the skin of my neck as he picked up the pace. I tried to rock back against him but his thrusts were just too forceful.
"Come on, baby. I know you're getting close." He said gruffly in my ear. His hand traveled up my body, tweaking my nipples before clapsing it tightly around my throat. The heat in my belly was growing and the pleasure was winding tighter and tighter.
"C-close!" I choked out. I felt him grab my chin and he turned my head. He leaned in to where his lips barely touched mine.
"Cum." He growled before kissing me hard. My body followed his command without question. My moans were swallowed by Dabi as he ravished my mouth and body. He pulled away and get his head against the back of my neck. "Shit."
"Dabi." I gasped as his thrusts became more erratic, chasing his own high and extending mine.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N..." His manta of my name was interrupted by his own high. He gripped my hip and stilled as he spilled his seed inside of me. The only sound of our heavy breathing was filling the silence of the room.
After a minute, he pulled back and pulled out of me. I sighed as I felt his com drip out of me. I let my leg relax down before pushing up to sit on my hip. I looked at Dabi to see him on his knees, pumping his half hard shaft. I met his eyes to see the heavy lust.
"Hope you're up for more because I am nowhere near done with you." He smirked. I bit my lip as he popped his neck. "Get on your back. I need to see your face when I make you fall apart again.
~Next Morning~
The first thing that I noticed when I woke up was the aches. Almost every joint in my body was aching and I could feel slight burning from small cuts caused by Dabi's staples. I hummed in content and snuggled into my blankets. I felt the bed move.
"Hm?" I pushed up onto an elbow and saw Dabi with his back to me, getting dressed. "Where are you going?" I giggled.
"I'm leaving." He said coldly. I flinched a bit at the tone. I wrapped a blanket around me and got on my knees. I moved to the edge of the bed. I reach out to touch him.
"But Dabi... Last night we... I thought..."
"Don't!" He ripped away from me and glared harshly at me. I flinched back, landing on my butt. "You thought wrong. Last night was nothing but a quirk... a mistake. There is nothing between us, and there never will be. You're pathetic to think otherwise."
"I, I, I..." Tears were forcing their way up.
"I, I, I. What did you expect? Me to be in love with you? Please, I'm not remotely interested." He hissed as he forced on his shirt. I bit my lip to keep myself from making any sound and looked away. I heard him grab his coat and shrug it on. He stormed out and it wasn't until I heard the front door slam did I finally cry.
"Fuck!" I collapsed into the sheets and sobbed. I shouldn't have expected anything different. I knew there was no chance of him returning my feelings but it still hurt. It hurt like hell. I screamed loud and long, letting out a pulse of telekinetic energy that trashed my room. I said there and cried until everything turned numb and I passed out.
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If you’re in a writing mood, I’d love some fluffy josh content🥺maybe you had a stressful day at work and he just takes good care of you with lots of cuddles and loving
You almost never arrived home after Josh. This was why when Josh cheesily sang "honey, I'm home," as he entered the front door, he became confused when the house was dead silent. He ventured around your shared space thinking he was going absolutely insane. How do you lose your own girlfriend?
When Josh's phone that rested in his back pocket pinged, he knew instantly that it was you.
You: Sorry, gonna be late tonight :( having a really long day
Josh frowned, wanting to hug you through the screen somehow.
Josh: No worries. I'll be here baby
He slips his phone back into his pocket and looks around, almost lost as to what he was supposed to do for the time being. He loved coming home to you. As soon as you heard his keys jingling in the lock of your front door, you were there to attack him in a hug before the two of you lost yourself in breathless kisses and giggles. Now he knew how you felt.
Sulking like a lost puppy around the house, an idea popped into his head. He smiled to himself as he formed his master plan. He made quick work of making the bed from this morning. You were already running late and so was he, so the two of you reluctantly forfeited the chore to do later.
Josh vacuumed the shared rug and the space of the bedroom, dusting and polishing the furniture strategically placed to make the room appear more open. He realized something was missing, and quickly padded to the record player before placing a Wilson Pickett vinyl upon it.
Blues music filled his senses, and he wished you were there to laugh at him as he attempted his best embarrassing dance moves. He carried on tidying up the bathroom before making his way to the living room. He readjusted the pillows and folded the blankets neatly on the blanket ladder that Karen had got the two of you as a housewarming gift.
Josh did the dishes quickly and with ease, worried that you would pop through the door before he had the opportunity to start the dinner he planned to make special for you: pasta. He had heard you request it too many times to count, but this would be the first night you would share it in your new home.
He looked like a madman, tossing an apron on and attempting to tie it as he reached for pots and all of the ingredients he needed. Ideally, Josh wanted it to be ready for you the second you walked in the door.
He knew you were past the point of exhaustion before you even stepped through the door, and when you did, you were nearly brought to tears at the sight before you.
There was Josh, stirring a pot of pesto sauce in a much too small apron, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. His cheeks were tinted an adorable pink color from all of the work he had been doing around the house.
"Hi, sunshine," his lips curve in a smile and you notice his dimple making its special appearance as you walk toward him. "I'm making that pesto you've been dreaming about."
"It smells amazing," you breathe out and you wrap your arms around him. "Hi."
"Hi," he catches your lazy smile in a kiss and you finally feel yourself relax for the first time in the day. All of the tenseness in your muscles releases as he holds you tight and parts his lips from yours. You felt like jello in his arms; partly because of your insane day and the other part was due to Josh's effect on you whenever he so much as glanced your way.
"Oh, you're tired, baby," he mumbles into your hair and you groan in agreement. You felt him chuckle into your hair before he attempts to pull away from you.
You grunt and keep him in your grip. "Just a little longer."
"Ok," he laughs. "But after this, I want you to go and take a shower and dinner will be ready the moment you're done."
"Alright," you all but whimper and release yourself from him. "Thank you."
"For what?" His eyebrow quirks up as he continues to stir the pot.
"All this, babe," you gesture to all of the ingredients (albeit) messily scattered across the counter. You give a chaste kiss to his lips and he says something to the effect of "of course." Who even knows? You're way too tired to hardly form a coherent thought.
You trudge to the master bathroom to shower off all of the stress from your day, still smelling the wonderful scent of the dinner Josh was so graciously making for you. Another smile graces your features as you take in the cleanliness of the shared bedroom and the neatly made bed before you. All you really wanted to do was envelop yourself in it, but you followed Josh's orders and showered anyway.
Following your much-needed shower, you dressed in an old ratty T-shirt and your favorite pair of Josh's boxers and made your way back to the kitchen. Josh had placed two bowls of pasta on the table as well as a bottle of wine paired with two glasses.
"Sorry, I'm a bit overdressed," you crack a joke and he chuckles.
"You look beautiful as always, sunshine," he presses a kiss to your newly blushed cheek before pulling out your chair for you.
Following dinner and a few too many drinks, your eyes are nearly closing at the table. You tried your best to remain tuned in to whatever Josh was saying, but exhaustion was taking over every part of you. He caught on quickly, and stopped himself from his exaggerated story of some prank he pulled on Jake yesterday.
He grins toward you, watching your eyes flutter closed and your head begin to fall lower as you sat in your chair. He tried to be as quiet as he could, getting up and sliding his chair underneath the table. Much to his dismay, the chair made the loudest sound possible as it scratched against the wood.
Your head shot up quickly as your eyes met his. "I'm sorry, baby, what were you saying?"
He shook his head with a solemn smile. "You're exhausted, love. Let's get you to bed."
You pouted as Josh scooped you up in his arms. Nuzzling your head into the side of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as you nearly felt yourself drifting off again. Your eyes slightly opened as your body fell against the soft mattress, Josh peeling the comforter back and tucking it under you.
"I'll go and clean up, okay? I'll be right back," he promises, but you weren't having it.
"Josh," your voice was hardly there, but he still turns around quickly. "Please stay."
He could never say no to you, and you knew that. So, he grinned and peeled off his clothes and crawled under the comforter next to you. He pulls your body into his and releases a sigh before planting a kiss to your forehead. With your body now curled into his, you found yourself drifting off again in the safety of his embrace. You couldn't fight the sleepy smile on your face, and he saw it and smiled down at you again.
"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, baby. Promise."
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Love's Web, Pt. 3
It's getting hot in here~
CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Suggestive material.
Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Miguel O'Hara
Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse. Two people, one bed trope ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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"This is ridiculous."
"I've done more with less."
"No, this can't be comfortable for you."
"I've had worse."
"Seriously? You're still going to be stubborn?"
The two argued as they both laid in Altaira's bed in the House of Lamentation. She was curled up on her side on the far end of the bed, while Miguel took up most of the bed lying on his back, with three or four inches of breadth between them.
"I'll go to the couch then," she said with a teasing lilt to her voice.
He growled and sighed. "Whatever. Just go to sleep."
"Yes, sir," she mumbled sleepily in a mocking tone. He grunted again, and the pair finally became quiet. Miguel stared up at the ceiling of her room, quickly caught off-guard as she switched to lay on her other side, now facing him. In his peripheral, he could see her eyes were closed. He tried to scoot over as much as he could, and he was fortunate they were in a place where the people on average were closer to his height and the beds were made to be larger. Otherwise, this would've been an impossible fit.
She yawned and opened her eyes, looking him over without moving her head.
"What?" He murmured with annoyance.
"Nothing?" She said in more of a questioning tone. "I have insomnia, so it takes me a while to sleep."
"Ah, I see. Here I thought that you were admiring me," he replied.
"As if," she quipped. He smirked.
She was quiet for a few minutes with her eyes still open until they slowly began to close. He felt her breathing slow and she became still.
Insomnia, huh?
---
It took some time, but the pair eventually found slumber. However, it was when one awoke first that either realized what was really happening.
Early the next morning, Miguel stirred first. He barely moved his body, only shifting his head and neck as he tightened the hold on the pillow he thought he was holding.
Except that wasn't a pillow. This pillow made a soft sound and stirred too, but remained asleep.
Miguel's eyes popped open, and he looked down to see Altaira curled up in his arms, nearly on top of him, with her head tucked into the junction of his neck and chest under his chin.
Much more sweet when she's asleep, he thought to himself.
He was torn. His first thought was to move her off of him and put her back where she was, but he couldn't deny the next thought, which was how comfortable he was holding her against him like this. Her body was so soft and pliant pressed against him, skin like velvet, and her hair smelled like melons and florals. He could feel her heart slowly thrumming against her chest, her soft breaths dusting his chest. Plus, she looked very comfortable and content like this as well. He rolled his eyes at the situation, but that didn't stop him from adjusting her slightly to fit in the crook of his arm better.
An odd one, but charming nonetheless.
Miguel laid there awake for some time as she continued to sleep. He looked out the window and saw the night turn to dawn with the subtle changes in the sky. He didn't totally hate that aspect of this world; with no sunlight, his eyes didn't ache as much. Occasionally, he felt her legs kick and twitch, so he adjusted her again with her legs tangled with his, hoping she'd stop. He couldn't stop the flutter in his chest as she stirred again and rubbed her face into his neck and sighing sweetly.
A half hour rolled by, and finally, her alarm went off. Without much struggle, she rolled over away from him and turned it off. Immediately, she rolled back into him, her head laid onto his pec as she wrapped an arm over her abdomen.
"Buen día," he murmured to her, his chest vibrating as he spoke lowly.
She merely mumbled something unintelligible in reply, and fairly quickly, he felt her body fully relax again and her breathing slow as she fell back to sleep. He looked over at her device's lock screen to see it was the weekend, so he relaxed as well, letting her sleep a while longer as he rested his own eyes.
---
Altaira blearily opened her eyes, rubbed her face against a bare bicep, and wriggled around.
"Ah, going to wake up this time?"
Her own eyes popped open, and she realized what she was doing.
"Uh..." she trailed off, unsure of what to say. Her rear was firmly pressed into his hip, and her back was flush with his ribcage as she snuggled with his arm.
"I can't say it's the worst I've ever slept," he noted to her.
"Then... I'm not sorry?"
"Hmph," he huffed, rolling his head to the side and looking down at her. "I suppose I'm not either," he finally answered as his gaze softened, looking at the waterfalls of blonde waves cascading down her back and the curves of her plush body pressed into his.
Reaching a button, a soft light lit up on one of the walls of the room. Then, very slowly, she pushed herself up and rolled onto her other side, looking up at him as she laid back down as if to make sure it was okay for her to do this. When he didn't move against her, merely watching her, she relaxed.
"So what's the plan for today?" He asked quietly, keeping his crimson eyes on hers.
"It's the weekend, but I'll still take you to the lab to work if you'd like. We'll be undisturbed," she replied.
"Fine," he replied, still studying her. Her face in the minimal lighting was visible to him, and he took in her innocent expression and youthful face.
"Would you like breakfast? It's Satan's turn, so it shouldn't be horrible," she replied.
"Who's the other bad cook here?" He asked with a disgusted curl of his lip.
"Mammon. Lucifer isn't horrible per se, but his talents lie in simple things," she replied honestly with a small smile.
"I see," he replied.
"Should we get up?" She asked quietly.
"I suppose," he answered, his disgust fading again.
"But we don't want to get up," she commented.
"Maybe in a bit," he agreed in the same suggestive tone as hers. She leaned in closer and rested her head against his upper chest, and he pulled her in close again. They were content like this in a way that neither had felt in some time. It was just a waiting game of who would break first.
Within minutes, the house started to come alive as footsteps were heard above on the second floor, various shouts and miscellaneous noises indicating the other housemates were waking up. But the two snuggled up in the human's bed were oblivious as they continued to silently enjoy each other's company.
"Oi! Time to– oh c'mon!" Mammon barked as he barged into her room unannounced.
"Mammon!" Altaira barked back as she raised a hand and pointed her finger out the door, silently forcing the second born out of the room with their pact. She looked back to Miguel. "Sorry."
"Hmm, bombón picante," he murmured with a smirk.
"A spicy marshmallow? Really?" She asked with an eye roll.
"Shall we get up before anyone else decides to see you?" He asked, changing the subject.
---
Breakfast was silent. Stark. Silent.
As Altaira and Miguel made their way to the dining hall, all the brothers had already been seated and eating, and the moment they stepped in front of the threshold, the miscellaneous clatter was gone, and it was like the two had entered a vacuum. All seven watched silently as they found their places at the table, with Altaira and Miguel sitting next to one another, closer than the boys' liking. The air was electrifying, like lightning would strike at any moment.
Altaira merely rolled her eyes at the sudden behavior change and quietly made her way to grabbing plates for her and her guest, and she began serving herself and his plate for him. No one dared to stare at her, oh no. They all glared at the unwanted, unwelcome, unnecessary guest that was clearly trying to steal their precious human away.
See, the demons have a very sensitive sense of smell, and when their favorite human has a new smell, well, it must be investigated. But when that new scent comes from a disliked suitor, they weren't terribly happy with the development. There was an urgency to mask the smell over, but they knew better than to disturb her at the moment; they would simply have to wait.
"Oh, I forgot my phone. I'll be back. Here," Altaira murmured, handing a full plate to Miguel and abandoning hers to leave. Once she was far enough away and out of sight, all the boys snapped their heads toward the newcomer.
"So, when are you leaving?" Satan asked in a jeer.
"Now Satan," Lucifer interrupted Miguel when he opened his mouth. "He's a guest of the realm." The eldest then looked toward the spiderman and asked with a layer of displeasure to his tone. "How much longer will it take you to fix your device?"
The rest of the brothers smirked, clearly all on the same page.
Miguel rolled his eyes and and cocked a brow. "Believe me, I'm not taking long on purpose."
"Forget it. We want to tell you to stay off Altaira. She was ours first," Levi snapped.
"Yours? Tell me, if that's the case, why are none of you dating her? Why has no one here made a commitment to her? Or is it just because she has a soul that you all are after her?" Miguel spat out venomously.
"Watch yourself," Lucifer hissed with a glare. "We care for her like she is our own."
"Yeah? Last I checked, you all treat her like a maid, mother, and toy for your convenience and entertainment," he quipped back.
"Did she tell you that?" Beel asked quietly, looking concerned and unhappy.
"Tell who what?" Altaira asked as she walked in with her device in hand.
"Oh, we wanted to know if you told Miguel about how stuff in the Devildom works. Like customs and stuff," Mammon replied, looking at her as if she held his whole world in her eyes. There weren't many in that room who could stomach lying to her, but Mammon held a special place with her that if it was for her own good, he was willing to take the ramifications later.
"Oh, I guess not. I didn't want to overload you with information after just getting here," she replied. She looked to Miguel. "I'll tell you later if you want."
He looked to her with a softened expression and nodded, and she smiled. The demons bristled and rolled their eyes subtly. Altaira proceeded to get her own breakfast, and for her sake, the brothers continued with theirs.
After a painful twenty minutes of eating in silence, Altaira took their plates to the kitchen to wash, and Miguel started to follow her but Beel stopped him in the entryway, letting her walk away first before speaking.
"Did she say that?" Beel asked again.
Miguel side-eyed the demon. "Not exactly," he answered before side-stepping Beel and walking off. Beel let him go, but still watched as their guest walked away, concerned about Altaira's true feelings.
"Don't worry, Beel," Lucifer said with a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "She'd tell us." Beel nodded.
---
Ready to take on the day, Altaira had her bag packed and waited as Miguel caught up with her, freshly showered and ready as well. It didn't entirely pass over her head how attractive he looked with his hair just a little damp and swept back in his usual style, with the little flips in his hair coiled more.
"We have the whole day. We don't have to just work in the lab, but I understand if you're eager to get your work done," she stated as Miguel followed her to her car outside the House.
"Yes, well, I'm just as happy to get away from the Brady Bunch back there," he huffed, ducking low into the sports car.
"Ah, so you know that too? Interesting," she answered, starting the vehicle. When they were both settled, she threw it into drive and sped off towards RAD.
"I'm from another Earth, not an alien planet in another galaxy," he said with an eye roll.
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Grumpy," she dismissed him with a grin. He snapped his head toward her but elected to say nothing as that grin only grew wider while she watched him in her peripheral.
After a few minutes, she quickly parked at RAD in her spot and took her companion inside with building keys in hand. Once they were in the lab, Miguel approached his bench and beckoned her over.
"You want to learn, yeah?" He asked.
She nodded. "I do, but I'm just not sure–"
"Telling yourself you can't do it will only reinforce that fact. I'm telling you that you can. Now listen, I'm going to teach you about time travel first, universe jumping later."
She closed her mouth and nodded. Then she grabbed two stools for them to sit on in front of the bench as he held out his watch to explain.
---
Over the next several days, that was hoe their time was spent. Miguel taught her about wormholes and field equations while Altaira taught him about demon culture and her life in general. He taught her how to spin the quantum field generator within the watch and a little bit of Spanish. She told him about the true story of the fallen Morningstars. They spent hours at a time together, taking breaks apart when she had to teach or he needed to be alone to think. Truthfully, Miguel had started to let himself slip from actually fixing the device, as he was far more interested in teaching her and spending time with her, but he made some progress every time he showed her something new.
They established a routine together. She'd pick him up from Purgatory Hall, take him to RAD, and spend the day together until well into the evening, eat dinner at the House, then she'd drop him back off at the other dorm to start all over again the next day.
This, of course, was to everyone else's displeasure. The brothers were jaded from not having their evenings with their favorite human, and the prince was aggravated by the man's presence, even when he wasn't near. She wreaked with the man's scent to every demon's disgust, especially Diavolo's.
As the spiderman screwed in the hundredth tiny screw into the device, he heard a sweet humming coming from her office on top of the music she played, a sound he came to adore. But he loved it more when she slipped and let herself sing aloud for him to hear. She had a tone soft and sweet, and when she really let go and hit the higher notes of her register, it always made him stop to savor it.
"Bombón," he called out to her as she got quiet again. There was a sigh, and he smirked.
"Yes?"
"Ready for another lesson?"
"Sure." He immediately heard the chair roll back as she stood and quickly walked over to where he was sitting.
"Aquí," he murmured, opening his arm and gesturing for her to stand in front of him. "Mirar."
[Here], [Look]
She slid in front of him, looking down at the tabletop lab bench.
"Want to see a wormhole?" He murmured in her ear as he leaned over with his chest lightly pressed into her upper back and shoulders, his breath tickling the curls along her neck from where her hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She nodded. "Turn this."
He motioned with his hand above the exposed internal piece of the face of the watch. She mirrored his movement as practice first, and Miguel hummed with approval. Placing her delicate hand on the watch, she turned the circular component and watched it light up with a small hologram. A red holographic wormhole projected itself, starting as a flat, square, two-dimensional segment, and then a hole pulled down in the middle of the square in the third dimension as it connected to another two-dimensional segment. A message popped up saying, "Finding Coordinates." After several seconds, the next message said, "Placement Failure: Check Magnetic Interference."
Miguel sighed. "I knew it would do this, but I wanted to show you your first wormhole..." he mumbled with disappointment. He paused for a moment and then whispered, "What did you think, bombón?"
"It was hermoso," she whispered and blinked several times.
[Beautiful, masculine]
He raised a brow and tried to look at her expression. "I think you mean–"
"I meant what I said," she interrupted softly.
The man was still for a moment, playing back her words in his head to get a sense of where she was at. Slowly, he brought his arms in closer and laid his palms on the bench top, caging her in slightly. Just as slowly, she looked up at him over her shoulder, her eyes slowly tracing up her arm and then his arm, only to finally meet his gaze.
"Cosita linda," he murmured to her while searching her open expression. Her lids lowered and face relaxed as she looked up at him. But through heightened senses, he could feel her body heat increasing in temperature, her heart rate climbing, and even sensing the arousal pouring off of her. However, he wouldn't move until she vocalize what she wanted.
[Pretty little thing]
She shifted around on her feet, her rear rubbing against his pelvis unintentionally. "I should get back to... work."
He nodded and let her go, moving one arm out of the way and allowing her to slip past him again. As she walked back toward her office, he watched her closely, noting the subtle swing in her hips. She rounded the entryway into her office, and she slowed down just enough to side-eye him with her hand on the trim of the door, disappearing on the other side.
And she left the door open.
An open invitation.
Miguel slowly put his project away, keeping an eye on the door again, just in case it was a mistake of her leaving it open. She'd always closed it thus far, but there was no denying she wasn't talking about the wormhole when she called it beautiful. He quietly padded down the aisle, trying to listen closely to the sounds coming inside the office that she was making, but his senses kept focusing back on the myriad of scents he was finding as he followed their trail. Slowly, he rounded the entryway, and he wasn't disappointed.
"Tell me I'm crazy," she murmured when she saw him in the doorway. She was sitting atop her desk, facing the door, and her RAD jacket off. Altaira had moved her phone to sit on a bookshelf as it played metal that wasn't exactly about defying political ideology or social norms, but rather waiting for that one special person, never getting over that one who means most to you in this world.
He stepped closer, one foot in the office.
"You're not," he murmured.
"Tell me you don't want..."
Two feet in the office.
"I do."
"Me too."
Office door closed.
They were silent again as he stopped in front of her. He took in her body language, how open her arms and legs were. No, not spread, but she wasn't crossing her arms or legs to closer her off from him. She was recipient to him.
"What are you thinking, bombón?"
"That I want something, but I don't want to ask for it, because I feel like it's taking advantage," she replied.
"But what if I wanted it too?"
She blinked a few times, looking down at the floor as she chewed her bottom lip. Her eyes flickered back up to his.
"Miguel–"
He stepped into her space, neck hung low to look down at her as she craned her neck back to look at him too. The softened look on his face pulled on her heart strings, how open his eyes were as he gazed down at her. It was almost like he was pleading with her to ask for what she wanted.
"Kiss me."
In one swift dip down low to her level, his hands landing on either side of her on the desktop, his lips met hers for the first time, just as the song playing in the background hit the crescendo, making her body come alive with electricity and arousal. Her hands shakily came up to rest on his shoulders as he leaned into her, forcing her to lay back slightly and legs to spread wider to accommodate the size of his body being pressed against her. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his back, her hands splayed wide on his shoulder blades. She clung to him, pressing herself against him too as their lips melded together.
He broke the kiss for a moment, his nose still pressed into her cheek as he looked at her. When she opened her eyes to look up at him too, he continued and kissed her more. His tongue very gently greeted her lips, swiping against them, and to his satisfaction, her tongue returned the gesture. When their tongues found each other, she gave the quietest little moan in her throat as her hips bucked forward into his. He let out a huff of warm air through his nose when she did that, not helping to stave his own arousal. At this point, her back was flush with her desk as he essentially laid his torso on top of her. Her legs dangled off the edge of the desk, but her thighs squeezed his hips, causing him to grunt.
"Cosita linda," he murmured against her lips, opening his eyes again to look at her, "You don't know what you do to me."
Given the bulge she could feel against her clothed mound, yes, yes she did know.
"Kiss me again," she rasped, her fingers curling against his back.
"Mm," he hummed in approval, obeying her command with soft kisses. "Ah, sweet like azúcar."
[Sugar]
Her hands slid down his back, making him shiver with delight. She brought them around to run down his arms and gently grasp his wrists. He held himself up with core strength as he followed her guided movements of placing his hands on her face and chest individually.
"You can touch," she whispered, opening her eyes and looking at him with a hazy gaze.
He grunted again and cupped the hollow of her cheek, running a calloused uncovered thumb across her face to feel her softness, but careful not to disturb her makeup. His other hand caressed her collarbone. When his fingertips danced along her delicate skin, his senses suddenly focused in on her trepid breathing and rapid heart rate.
"Bombón? Are you alright?" He asked with wide eyes, gently placing his palm down on the center of her chest.
"S-Sorry... I think I'm just... excited," she replied.
"Are you nervous? Have you never...?"
"No!" She blurted out. "No, sorry... I have, just not a lot, and you... you're a little intimidating," she replied softly.
"That's cute," he smirked. "You don't have to trust me right away, but I hope you'll find that you can soon." His smirk deepened. "I thought you weren't afraid of me?"
She immediately rolled her eyes. "I meant that when you try to be scary, you don't scare me. Baring your fangs at me is just another Tuesday," she explained. She then hesitated. "But intimately... I don't know how you are."
"I'll show you," he replied very softly.
There was a loud bang as a door to the lab opened, and her eyes darted toward the clock. "Shit! I have a lab makeup right now. Um... Can we..."
"Continue this at another time?" He finished for her. She nodded with a relieved smile. "I won't forget where we left off," he warned her. She nodded again, and he helped her to be upright. He then kissed the top of her head with a smile.
"Altaira! I'm here! Let's get this over with!" Mammon shouted.
Miguel instantly frowned again, pulling her closer. "Ay coño, not him."
[Has a few meanings, but this time he means "Fuck"]
She giggled. "Just stay in here and take a break. You can use my computer for entertainment or research if you'd like." He nodded and let her go, walking around to sit in her office chair. Altaira quickly left, closing the door, and the spiderman could hear her chastising the second born. He huffed in amusement and looked to her computer. He minimized the spreadsheet she was on and instantly saw the background of her desktop. His brows perked up.
Though he didn't know it, it had changed. No longer was it the photo of Altaira on Diavolo's lap, but instead a collage of selfies she had taken with Miguel. He didn't look terribly happy in the earlier ones, where he still wasn't comfortable with where he was at just yet. But he could see the fondness and softness in himself in the more recent ones. She reminded him of hid AI assistant Lyla occasionally with how eccentric she could be, but there was more charm and liveliness than a virtual assistant could ever provide.
That thought about Lyla had him thinking, however– about the spider society, his teammates, the maintenance of the multiverse. Were they looking for him? Did they know where he was? Were they going to try and find him?
Waving the thought away, he opened an internet browser and began researching more information about the Devildom and why he could still be trapped there, hoping he could solve this problem himself. Though there was another issue at hand, one that was readily growing and festering the longer he stayed in her presence.
What was he to do when he could go back home?
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Torshan Story Segment Two
In Over Your Head
No Trigger Warnings.
You blinked twice, half expecting the hallucination to disappear. When it didn't, you looked to your left and right and the soldiers surrounding you. Everyone seemed to be on edge, staring up at the dragon. Yet their weapons remained at a low ready and pointed towards the ground. Either they didn't seem to view the dragon as a threat, which would've been ridiculous, or everyone knew that attacking it would only expedite their deaths. A few tense moments passed before you felt a hand fall onto your shoulder. Tomas had a relaxed look on his face.
"I wouldn't worry too much. The dragon is more friend than foe. It's helped us take down some very dangerous Xenos in the past." He gently pulled on your shoulder and continued walking towards the terminal building. You hesitated taking your eyes off the dragon. It didn't seem like it was going to be a problem today though, so you fell back into stride with Tomas.
"Still wouldn't trust it as far as I could throw it." He said under his breath. You looked back over your shoulder just in time to see the dragon unfurl its wings. With a single, powerful beat of the wings, the tremendously heavy beast was lifted into the air. Dust and debris was thrown away from the tower and the tarmac below it from the sudden burst of wind. The dragon quickly gained altitude and disappeared behind the terminal building. Had it come just to see you arrive?
It was only now, once the danger had passed, did the reality of your situation finally begin to set in. There were dragons here. Creatures thought to be myths and legends, and you saw one. A real, living dragon. Before now, your only exposure to Xenoforms was in training videos, news articles, and videos leaked during the initial emergence. Seeing one in person was a wholly different experience. You couldn’t hide behind a screen halfway around the world anymore. You were going to have to interact with these creatures, face to face, daily. It was like rolling the dice every morning whether or not you would piss off the wrong Xeno that day and end up not making it home.
“Hey, you alright?” You were stirred from your runaway thoughts by Tomas. He was standing next to a fairly unremarkable, blue door.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to staring death in the face every day.” He smiled as if that was somehow reassuring. Tomas opened the door and gestured for you to enter.
Walking into the terminal, you were hit by a blast of cool, dry air. Looking around, you could see how this building used to be an airport terminal. The conversion into a military base was makeshift and done with a fairly restrictive budget. The seating near the gates had been ripped out and replaced with cubicles. Each one was filled by a worker typing away furiously at their computer. Crowds of people were bustling up and down the concourse. Each one was moving with a worrying sense of urgency. Looking up at the second level, you could see into meeting rooms filled by men in expensive suits sitting next to generals and soldiers. The only thing that was probably still original to the airport were the food shops along the concourse. Each one was jam packed by OXEN officers and office workers alike.
Tomas filed in behind you, along with the contingent of soldiers escorting you along the way.
"I don't think I need to walk you through the entire facility. We'd be here forever doing that. I'll show you to your office and get you acquainted with your job here. Afterwards we can get you geared up and we'll go do some rounds. Any questions?" Tomas tucked his hands back into his vest. He waited patiently with a friendly smile.
Now it's your turn! What questions do you have for Tomas before he leads you deeper into the belly of the beast?
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casspurrjoybell-28 · 4 months
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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 23
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*Warning Adult Content*
The Harvest Moon - Part 2
Koa
I'm having way too much fun.
Anything I show an even remote interest in or look at something, Cyrus gets for me.
I've already collected various desserts, pieces of jewelry and even a wreath of yellow daisies I now wear on my head.
I've told him that he doesn't need to but he won't listen. 
Oliver is having the time of his life.
We haven't found Flora for him yet but Cyrus leads us around, playing games with him at different booths.
I watch as he lets my boy win for the umpteenth time, not able to help the smile that comes to my face. 
"Cyrus. You gotta work on your aim. Your ball missed the basket every time," Oliver exclaims in glee, jumping up and down when the booth handler hands him a small whittled wolf sculpture as his prize. 
"Wow, Oli. Guess you're more skilled than the big bad Pack Leader," I giggle, clapping for him as he shows off his new acquisition. 
"Do I not get a reward for my brave attempt against the great Oliver?" Cyrus looms over me with his giant frame, close enough to feel his body heat but not enough to make contact.
And oh, how badly I want to close the distance between us. 
So I do.
"Like what?"
I look up at him through my lashes, laying a hand on his arm.
I feel him tense beneath my touch, sucking in a sharp breath.
He doesn't reply, only keeping his eyes locked on me. 
"Hmm, Alphas that don't tell me what they want don't get a reward."
Then I let go, leading Oliver to the next attraction but not before I flash Cyrus a tantalizing smirk.
I can sense his heated gaze on my backside although I've turned away and I make sure to sway my hips just the right amount to show off my ass in these pants while still maintaining natural movement.
If you're wondering what's made me so bold, I blame it on the full, harvest moon.
Cyrus
My mate is drunk. 
I left for only half an hour to escort Oliver and Morgan back to the Packhouse because the pup was growing tired and Morgan offered to babysit him for the night and came back to my lovely Koa dancing around the bonfire without a care in the world.
He's a dangerous sight for me, I'll admit.
He is always beautiful but tonight he is bewitching, with his gold-dusted skin and the clothes that flaunt his lithe frame and delicate curves.
I tasked Xavier with looking after him and I growl as I approach the Alpha who's sitting on one of the log benches, bored, staring into the flames. 
"I told you to watch him," I snap under my breath.
"I did. He's an adult, Cyrus. He can have his fun."
"I don't mind the dancing. But he is intoxicated. Who gave him liquor?"
Xavier sighs in disinterest and I clench my fists.
Moon Goddess forbid I be protective of my mate after what happened with Rex. 
"You can blame Rafael for that," he replies. 
I turn my attention to said Alpha, just in time to catch him snatching Koa from where he skips and twirls to pull him into his lap.
My mate is completely out of it, stumbling into Rafael's grasp with a giggle.
Rafael wastes no time bringing him in close, hands skimming up Koa's thighs and whispering something in his ear. 
I see red, something dark and wrathful stirring me at the sight of another laying hands on my omega.
My wolf immediately threatens to boil to the surface and no sooner has Rafael made his move before I'm marching over, ripping his hands off Koa and taking him into my arms. 
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I seethe, canines elongating by instinct.
Rafael's face pales as he flinches away from me, pathetically scrambling to his feet from the bench.
"C-Cyrus, I..." he stutters. 
I snarl, silencing him as I hold Koa to my chest, feeling his soft curls brushing against my collarbone.
"It is Alpha to you," I erase any semblance of friendliness that may have existed between us before this. 
"Right. M-My apologies, Alpha," he cowers but his sleazy survey of my mate doesn't cease, his drunken state revealing that he's not sorry at all with the way his eyes are locked in on Koa's ass as the Omega braces himself against me, dazed and confused. 
'That's it.' 
I let go of Koa, rushing at Rafael and pinning him down against the log he previously sat on, wrapping a hand around his neck as I slam his head into the wood.
"Shall I cut your eyes from your head? Is that what it will take for you to keep your dirty hands off what is mine?"
"Cyrus... Alpha..." he chokes out, struggling beneath me.
"Please, I didn't mean..."
A gentle touch on my arm brings me back down to earth.
I look to see the freckled face of my mate, half shadow and half lit by the glow of the firelight, his features drawn into an expression of distress.
"Cyrus, you're scaring people," he says softly, glancing around at a few of the other revelers who have stopped to watch on, faces troubled.
"Don't do this for my sake."
'I would do anything for your sake', is what I wish to reply.
But my wolf urges me to heed my mate's request.
I don't want to ruin this night for him.
He has been so happy, practically radiating joy.
He's opening up, trusting me more and more, despite me being one of the Alphas that he fears so much.
I will not spoil this. 
I let go of Rafael, focusing all of my attention on my mate's loveliness instead.
It's like bathing in a warm bath, soothing all of my nerves and releasing the tension from my muscles.
He gives me a small smile, allowing me to take his hand.
I promptly lead us away from the bonfire and his face falls.
"I didn't say I wanted to leave."
I watch as he grovels blindly in the dark, tripping over his own feet and falling into me.
"You can barely walk."
He grasps my shoulders for purchase, pouting up at me.
"I can still dance."
"Oh?" I muse at his drunk antics.
"Show me, then."
He huffs, pulling away before attempting a staggering twirl that ends with him on his hands and knees in the dirt.
"Oh, Moon Goddess, I'm gonna be sick," he announces, holding his stomach. 
"You need water. Let's get you back to the Packhouse."
He groans.
"Don't wanna go unless you carry me."
I require no convincing at his request.
I scoop my tiny mate into my arms and he squeaks, kicking out his legs in surprise.
This reminds me of the first time I did this, when he was too weak to make the trek back to my Pack after I rescued him and Oliver in the woods.
I'm glad that it's only alcohol making him like this, now and not the near-fatal condition I first found him in. 
The thought rouses my protectiveness of him and I clutch him closer, taking in his mouthwatering scent.
'Perfect. Mine. Addicting,' my wolf adds, in his usual horny frenzy that comes with thinking of or being near our mate.
I can't deny that I share his desires.
But thinking of what any lowly alpha or beta like Rafael could do to him in this vulnerable state restores my anger from earlier.
I brush the curls from his face as he looks up at me in wide-eyed wonder.
"What is it?"
"I'm going to keep you safe, always." 
He tilts his head at me thoughtfully blinking slowly.
"I know." 
"Good." 
"You know, when you put Oliver up on your shoulders to see that shooting star earlier?" he asks. 
I nod, smiling at the memory.
I'll cherish it, certainly.
"I thought, imagine if this had been his life," Koa closes his eyes, letting his head sag against me.
"If you had been his father. If we'd lived here. There'd be no more nightmares of blood and death and pain. Oli wouldn't have had to see... how they hurt me. That horrible man would've never... never done that..."  he trails off, having fallen asleep, leaving me with an aching pain in my chest.
What is he speaking of?
What terrible things happened in my mate's past to hurt him like this?
To make even the pup so anxious and fearful?
And, who did it to them?
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cyberp-1-nk · 11 months
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[ bad company. || simp party. ]
Warnings: None.
Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict
A/N: I hope you like this!
Varrick was alone.
It had usually been like this— the castle was emptied of all its residents, since the majority were busy with their own lives. He had almost been envious of them, since he hadn't much of an exciting life of his own, it was as if his entire purpose was to solely serve Enid. He almost wished he had an exciting life like his brother. Vince was constantly battling pirates, exploring different realms and territories from all over this large world whenever he wasn't busy with proxy work. He had been so enveloped within his proxy work, that he felt as if he had forgotten his old hobbies. It wouldn't hurt to revisit said habits, it's not like he really had anything to do anyways.
Varrick had not played the electric guitar in years. The instrument had been gathering dust in a corner of his room, a reminder of a time when he was young, foolish, and full of ambition. But now, as he looked at the guitar, he felt a familiar stirring in his chest. Maybe it was time to pick it up again. He took the guitar out of its case, feeling the weight of it in his hands. The wood was smooth beneath his fingertips, and as he ran his fingers over the strings, they produced a satisfying twang. Varrick smiled to himself, feeling a rush of excitement. It had been too long since he had felt this way.
With trembling fingers, he began tuning the guitar. It was harder than he remembered, and his fingers felt a little too large for the instrument. But he persevered, twisting the tuning pegs until the strings were perfectly in tune. As he played each note, he could feel the music coursing through his veins, and a smile spread across his face. Finally, the guitar was in tune, and Varrick started strumming a few chords. At first, it felt awkward and clumsy, but as he played, he felt his fingers start to remember the patterns and movements they had made so many years ago. The sound of the electric guitar filled the room, and Varrick felt as if he was enveloped within his passion again.
As he played, Varrick's smile grew wider and wider. It was an unconscious gesture, but he couldn't help it. The music was taking him to a place he had not been in years, a place where everything was possible, where he could be anything he wanted to be. As the notes rang out, Varrick felt a sense of joy and freedom that he had not felt in a long time. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the music. For a few moments, the world outside his room ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the sound of the electric guitar in his hands.
Varrick took a deep breath and began to strum the opening chords of one of the many songs he remembered. As the guitar roared to life, he began to sing in his deep, gravelly voice, the lyrics flowing from his lips with a fierce passion.
"Company, always on the run. Destiny, is the rising sun. Oh, I was born six gun in my hand, behind a gun I'll make my final stand."
Varrick's fingers flew over the strings, his rapid strumming creating a wall of sound that filled the room. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the music, his voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the guitar. "Bad company, till the day I die. Bad company, always on the fly. Bad company, oh, till the day I die."
For the first time in years, Varrick felt a pure, genuine smile spread across his face. The music was taking him to a place he had not been in a long time, a place where he could forget all his troubles and just be himself. As the song reached its climax, Varrick's fingers moved faster and faster, his voice rising to a crescendo. He felt as if he was on fire, his passion and energy pouring out of him in waves. "Bad company, I can't deny. Bad, bad company, till the day I die."
As the final chords rang out, Varrick let out a deep breath, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. The guitar was still humming with the energy he had poured into it, and he smiled down at it, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. For a few moments, he just sat there, basking in the afterglow of the music. It had been too long since he had felt this way, since he had let himself be consumed by his passion. But now, as he looked around the room, he knew that he had found something that he had been missing for a long time. And he couldn't wait to see where it would take him next. He started to play the electric guitar, letting it spring to life.
Varrick continued to play, lost in his passion for the electric guitar. He moved from song to song, his fingers flying over the strings as he poured all his energy into the music. As he played, he felt the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders, and he knew that he had found something that he could never let go. He was so lost in his music that he didn't notice the creeping shadow in the room, the darkness that was slowly spreading across the floor. It wasn't until the shadow formed into Anni, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, that he realized he wasn't alone.
But even as he heard a noise, he didn't stop playing. Instead, he kept strumming the guitar, his fingers moving faster and faster as he poured all his energy into the music. He was in a world of his own, and nothing else mattered. Anni watched him for a few moments, her smirk turning into a rare smile as she saw the passion on his face. She had never seen him like this before, so completely lost in his music. It was like he was a different person, someone she had never met before.
But even as she watched, Varrick didn't seem to notice her. He just kept playing, his eyes closed, lost in the music. Anni leaned against the doorframe, content to watch him for a while longer, enjoying the way he was completely unaware of her presence. For a few moments, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the electric guitar, the notes ringing out into the darkness. And as Varrick played, Anni felt a sense of awe wash over her. She had never seen anyone play like this before, with so much passion and energy. It was like he was creating something out of nothing, something that only existed in that moment.
Eventually, Varrick finished the song, his fingers slowing to a stop. He opened his eyes, looking around the room with a sense of satisfaction. And as he saw Anni standing there, he grinned, feeling a sense of joy wash over him. "Hey," he said, setting the guitar down. "How long have you been watching?"
Anni just shrugged, her smile widening. "Long enough. You're really good, you know that?" Varrick laughed, feeling a sense of happiness wash over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
As Varrick went to pick up the electric guitar again, Anni suddenly pushed it aside, catching him off guard. He looked up at her, his face flushing with embarrassment as he asked what she was doing. Anni just smiled, moving a strand of hair from his face as she flirted with him. "I think we've had enough of the guitar for now, don't you?" she said, her voice low and seductive.
Varrick bit his lip in concentration, feeling a sudden surge of desire wash over him. He reached out to grip her hips, pulling her closer as she smirked at how flustered he was getting. For a few moments, they just stood there, lost in each other's embrace. And as they kissed, Varrick felt a sense of happiness wash over him. He had never felt this way before, so completely lost in the moment, so completely consumed by his passion.
Anni pulled away from him, her eyes shining with mischief. "Come on," she said, taking his hand. "Let's go do something else~" Varrick nodded, feeling a sense of excitement wash over him. With Anni by his side, he knew that anything was possible. As Varrick and Anni walk towards the room, Varrick's palms start to sweat and his heart races. He knows what he wants to do, but the fear of rejection has always held him back. However, something inside him shifts, and he suddenly feels a surge of confidence.
Without saying a word, Varrick pulls Anni close to him, and she raises a curious eyebrow at him. He feels his cheeks turn red, but he doesn't let go of her. Instead, he looks deeply into her eyes, and for a moment, everything else fades away. With a shaky hand, Varrick reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair away from Anni's face. He takes a deep breath and leans in closer to her, feeling her warmth against his body. His heart is pounding in his chest, but he knows that he has to go through with this.
Finally, he takes the plunge and bends down, pressing his lips softly against Anni's. He feels her respond, and his heart soars with joy. He deepens the kiss, exploring the softness of her lips, and he's surprised by how natural and right it feels. As they finally break apart, Varrick looks at Anni with a mix of surprise and delight. He can't believe that she let him kiss her, but he's overjoyed that she did— he genuinely believed she was going to kick his ass for initiating the kiss.
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bollur · 2 years
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I love these Percy x reader fanfics, after looking for them for so long, I have finally found them!
Percy seeing you shiver in your sleep and thinking to put a coat on you, but then turns to cuddling?
a/n: kinda twisted it a little bit, hope you don't mind, but it just made it cute. there's a blanket instead of a coat. no talking, just fluff. aLL THE FLUFF. I'll go throw myself off this cliff now, thanks.
tag list: @imaginesfire
Specs of dust floated like snow in pale rays pouring through the picture window at the end of the hallway, heavy curtains pooled along the wooden floor like a river, likely having been knocked down by frivolous actions during the day, but never bothered to be replaced.
Not that he was going to, not now (probably not ever) with his hand raised, knuckles prepared to rap against the wooden door to your room. Percival's fingers twitched slightly in his hesitance, gaze distant, contemplation of whether he wanted - no, should, go through with this or not heavily in his mind.
There was no doubt you were asleep, so who's to say you would answer. Even then, he was a gentleman, he couldn't just barge in and wake you up from the peaceful nights you were capable of finding, simply because he was incapable of doing so himself. He didn't need to be bothering you.
Bothering you.
If he listened closely, he could almost hear your soft sigh, followed by light chastising at his poor choice of words. Bringing the elevated hand to his face, he scrubbed the light sheen of sweat away in frustration. Even so, he was right. Taking a step back, he gave the door one a solemn glance, consideration on his lips, before he turned away completely.
The Keep was empty with not a creature stirring other than Percival himself, moving down the hallway. Pausing for a moment in the window, his eyes fluttered closed, once heavy breathing slowly evening out.
It wasn't as bad tonight as it could have been, or had been in the past, perhaps he could chalk that up to the reason he wouldn't disturb your slumber, though if you ever found out he would be in for it. Not that you would yell at him, no, it just appeared you made it a personal mission to simply be there for Percy, and remind him of such. There were times, he admits, he found it a bit annoying as he did with everyone else, but what he wouldn't admit is that those comforting words meant more to him when they would echo in his head in a moment of need, the sound of your voice floating through his ears was more than he ever felt he deserved.
Exhaling deeply, feeling his shoulders and muscles relax, he spared a quick glance outside and found a double-take before moving further to his room. There you were, back resting against a large tree that seemed to give a healthy glow in the moonlight, surrounded by wildflowers planted last year by you and Keyleth. It wasn't the first time you had fallen asleep while stargazing, assuming that's why you had been outside on this clear night, and naturally it wouldn't be the last time.
Making his way outside, he took in the fresh air once he stepped through the door, now wondering just when the last time he had been outside actually was. Everyone always hounded him on staying indoors too much, working away on anything could to keep his mind occupied, and it was quiet nights like that that maybe, just maybe, you were all right ... perhaps there were other things besides his inventions that could distract him.
Hands tucked into his housecoat, he carefully made his way to your passed-out form, listening to the small snores coming from you, bringing a gentle tilt to his lips. You looked so peaceful, and surprisingly comfortable despite being on the ground. Not that you weren't generally a peaceful person, to begin with, no, you were always just kind of there, taking things in life as they were dealt to you.
Percival highly believed that too many times you were treated like a doormat and he was never able to understand how you could just let it go, but you would always calm him, being a firm believer that it was best to move on, live and let die, or any other analogy you wanted to use for it - you always believed they would simply get it back in the end. He believed they were all simply excuses to cover your anxiety for confrontation, but either way, none of that kept him from internally running every scenario where he taught them manners.
You shivered a little bit despite the fact it wasn't a cold night, being in the middle of summer, but the breeze that swept through seemed to chill just enough that it would be regrettable to fall asleep out here with a coat or even a thin blanket. It caused the hand reaching out to touch your shoulder to stop as you shifted slightly, seemingly now a bit uncomfortable, and he began to struggle with the idea of waking you up once again. He didn't have a right too, no matter how many times you've insisted that it's perfectly fine for him to do so, but he didn't fancy the idea of you possibly catching a cold if the night decided to get any cooler.
A grump you was not entirely an enjoyable you, though quite teasable with the silly things you tended to do when inebriated by an illness ... as weird as that may sound. Maybe he just thought you were cute.
Yes, that was a thought indeed, among many.
Suddenly an idea came to him and he hastily made his way back inside the Keep. A few grumbled curses and moments later, he returned, warm fluffy fabric within his grasp. Percival blinked once, twice, and move to drape it around you before pausing.
He could very well just throw the blanket on you and walk away, going back to bed, where he wouldn't sleep and would spend the rest of his night staring at the ceiling or starting some new project to stay occupied, but what if you shifted too much and it fell off? You wouldn't wake up to cover yourself back up, and then you'd be back to square one. Contemplating his next actions, he sighed. Throwing one half of the blanket around his shoulders, he slipped up beside you and lowered down to the ground.
Was this a poor excuse for what he wanted to do? For sure.
Would he deny this until his dying day to everyone? Absolutely.
Giving a soft hum of unsurety, he knew he had to move you despite not wanting to. A hand ghosted over your upper arm, applying some pressure to gauge your reaction. You shifted slightly again, giving a noise of displeasure this time.
Biting his tongue to hold his chuckle, watching your nose scrunch up in the most adorable way, he moved as well to gently guide you forward with both hands to which you mumbled, eyes fluttering slightly, but otherwise complied with what was happening to you. Percy slipped the rest of the blanket around your shoulders too, the ridiculously large fabric that you had gotten him for christmas, covering you both comfortably. Leaving his arm across your back, you came back to rest on him, vocally showing your content with a soft sigh, snuggling into him.
Watching a content curl from to yourself, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head before letting himself completely relax, smiling as your own hands begin curling around his waist.
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theringers · 3 years
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marked up - charles leclerc
summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge
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warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex
You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.
You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.
He walked over to you and held out his hand. “I’m Charles,” he said. “Great to meet you.”
You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where he’s from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.
Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently it’s the opposite.
He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"
You nodded, at a loss for words. You’re never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.
You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.
You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.
You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.
He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.
"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.
The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.
Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.
"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.
"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.
You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.
He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You weren’t sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.
The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.
"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.
You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.
His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"
You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"
He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.
You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."
A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.
"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.
His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.
His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.
"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.
"Fuck," You moaned.
He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.
You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.
His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in this moment.
He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.
You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.
Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.
"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.
"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.
He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.
Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.
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You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.
You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact.  You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.
You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."
He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.
You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."
You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."
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kakaxhi · 3 years
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Kakashi Hatake | Chances
Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader Request:
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You took your time walking towards the training grounds. Kakashi would understand you being a few minutes late, the fresh morning air making you want to enjoy your walk a little longer. When you did finally get to the training grounds, you were surprised to see Kakashi fast asleep in the shade under a tree.
You didn't have to heart to wake him. Kakashi is always so busy, always look so exhausted. You sat besides him, carefully taking the book off of his face not wanting to wake him. He stirred slightly, head turning away from you as his hand rested on his stomach.
You couldn't help the smile tugging on your lips; he was just so cute.
The worn, orange book sat open in your hands. You were curious about the series Kakashi was always reading, but was too embarrassed to go purchase one for yourself. You were sure Kakashi wouldn't mind if you took a quick peek at his treasured book.
You were surprised to see the page he was on was nothing more then the characters confessing their love for each other. The sweetness of it all was enough to give someone a toothache. You didn't expect this from the series, seeing as how Naruto always called them smut books and deemed Jiraiya the "Pervy Sage".
You quickly flipped to the start of the book, eyes taking in as much of the book as you could with each passing minute. You were so engrossed with the story you didn't hear Kakashi move beside you.
"Your back is gonna hurt if you keep hunching over like that."
You jumped, shutting the book as you held close to your chest. You looked over at Kakashi, butterflies filling your stomach just as did. The light reflected off him perfectly, making him look more handsome then you already thought he was.
"Kakashi! You scared me."
He smiled, "Sorry. Why didn't you wake me? We're supposed to be training."
"I know, but you're always so tired I wanted to let you rest. Then I got caught up in your book and lost track of time."
He sat up, leaning back on his hands as he saw what part you were on. Pink dusted his cheeks, but he hoped he could cover up his embarrassment.
"Oh, you're getting to the good stuff."
"How many times have you read this series?"
He chuckled, "Probably too many to count."
The two of you discussed the book further, his favorite parts of the series and what he liked about it. Kakashi answered your questions as best he could without getting to flustered. The truth was, the book he was currently reading contained a paragraph that reminded him of you every time he read it. He only hoped to gain the confidence to tell you.
"What's your favorite line?"
He sucked in a breath, now was his chance.
"It's actually more of a small paragraph. Are you sure you wanna hear it?"
You nodded, "I'm sure, Kakashi."
He cleared his throat, body shaking with nerves. He knew it was now or never, when else was he ever this confident around you?
"In front of him sat the one person he knew he could tell anything and everything. The person who he entrusted with his secrets, his thoughts, his worries. The one who fills his cold heart with love and joy, feelings he wasn't used too. Still, he welcome that person in with opens arms, and an open heart; knowing he'd never be happy if they weren't at his side."
The way he was looking at you had your heart fluttering in your chest.
"That was beautiful, Kakashi. Can I ask why that's your favorite?"
Kakashi gulped, gently taking your hand in his, "It reminds me of you, [Y/N]."
Your eyes stared down at your entwined hands before meeting his own. There was so much hope held in them, and something else you couldn't quite read.
"Oh shit, I made you uncomfortable didn't I? I'm sorry, I just got caught up in the moment. If you don't feel the same way, I'll understand."
You held his hand a little tighter as he went to pull away, "That's not it at all, Kakashi. You just caught me off guard. It's not everyday the person you have a crush on tells you he likes you back."
He froze, "You- You feel the same?"
You nodded, "How could I not, Kakashi? Hell, anybody would be lucky to have you."
Kakashi smiled, placing a gloved hand on your cheek, "I don't want just anyone, [Y/N]."
He pulled his mask down slightly, giving you a small glimpse of his face before he leaned in to kiss you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his touch. He had such an effect on you.
He pulled away, slipping his mask back on before holding you close. Brows furrowed in confusion as you started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking, maybe I should've taken your book sooner."
Kakashi smiled, "Maybe you should have."
You nuzzled against his chest, feeling Kakashi hold you tighter. In that moment, there no place the two of you would rather be.
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stray-kids-react · 3 years
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Midnight Brownies
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Warnings - Reader has a nightmare.
Genre - Slight angst, Slight crack (all from felix), fluff.
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You woke up sweating as you tried to catch your breath, tears welled in your eyes and your lips trembled as they tried to contain your tears.
Your alarm clock read 3am, you had work in three hours but you couldn't bring yourself to get back to sleep. You just had a nightmare where Felix died in your arms due to a crazy sasaeng, you were shaking in pure terror at just the thought of that scenario.
You noticed the kitchen light turned on, and Felix was nowhere in your shared bedroom. This has happened a few times, usually playing video games in the living room to calm his brain. But you needed his presence to reassure that he wasn't in any danger.
You rushed towards the lighted area, your feet tingling against the cold wood floor. You crossed your arms to try and keep some heat in your body, not used to the cold house after being in a blanket cacoon for hours.
Your heart and mind were put to ease when you witnessed your boyfriend stirring a bowl of brownie batter. That relief was quickly replaced by confusion, why was he baking brownies at the three in the morning?
"Babe... Whatcha doing?" You asked, propping yourself onto the empty kitchen counter.
Felix jumped slightly, not expecting to hear your voice. He took off his headphones, turning around with his pajamas dusted with glour and brownie batter. His eyes were like saucers, shocked that you woke up from your deep slumber.
"I am baking brownies." He answered, as if it was normal to bake at 3am.
"At 3am?" You questioned on, wondering what was running through that cute brain of his.
"What are you doing up at 3am?" Felix retorted, his irresistible grin appearing as he trapped you in between his arms.
"I had a nightmare and needed you." You answered truthfully, jumping off the counter to snuggle closer into his warm pajama shirt.
You both waddled around the kitchen as your limbs were entangled in one another's. His lips were pressed against your head, the hot breath released from his nose brushed across your skin in a comforting way.
Any worry or stress you ever had, he always managed to erase from your head. It was like a super power, not even your own parents could calm you as well as he could. It's been 3 years since you met him, and you can't picture your life without him.
"I can't tell you why I was baking brownies. But I can show you." He whispered, his deep voice slightly raspy from the lack of rest.
His bright smile returned, his messy ponytail getting ready to fall apart at any moment. No makeup, freckles on full display, and wearing slightly tattered pajamas. This was the most handsome you've ever seen him look, seeing him completely natural was a treat only you got to see.
"It was going to be this big surprise for you, but since you woke up much earlier than expected. I guess I'll have to blindfold you so I can set up a few things." Felix whispered, still only inches away from your lips.
You gently pecked his lips before he placed a blindfold over your eyes. You heard his feet rushing across the house, nearly crashing into multiple items. He'd repeat that he was okay with a nervous laugh, you expected nothing less from your clumsy sunshine.
You heard a whipped cream can being whipped out of the fridge, covering many different items. You were slightly concerned on how many brownies Felix made, because you know for a fact neither of you could finish two whole trays by yourselves.
You felt his arms wrap around the back of your body, softly guiding you to the dining room where his surprise was laid out perfectly. His fingertips grazed your skin as he lifted the mask above your eyes.
The room was lit up dimmly with three candles, rose petals creating a heart over the plates of brownies. The brownies each has a letter of whipped cream on top of them. Putting the plates together, they read 'Will you be mine?'
Your heart stopped for a moment, it wasn't your anniversary til two months. And you were already dating, you turned around to see him kneeling on one knee with a box embraced in his shaking hands.
You gasped, legs wobbling from shock. Tears stremead down your cheeks, you weren't upset. You were happy, and incredibly surprised, you never thought he'd propose until he was finished with the idol life.
"Y/n L/n, Will you marry me?" He asked, opening the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you have ever witnessed.
You could see the worry in his eyes, concern of making you feel pressured or moving too fast consumed his thoughts. But they rushed away once you squealed yes, jumping up and down repeatedly. Felix couldn't even register your answer before you pounced onto him.
"Yes yes yes and a million times yes." You giggled, tears drenching the short sleeves that were loose on his shoulders.
Felix laid you onto the ground as he placed kisses on your lips over and over and over again, each one making it more noticeable that he was smiling into the kiss.
There you two were making out, both in pajamas at 3am on the floor of the dining room. Plates brownies still untouched, the words still perfectly visibly on each treat. Minutes ago you were a scared girlfriend/boyfriend recovering from a nightmare, now you were engaged and never felt the amount of joy than you did at that moment.
-Bonus the next day-
You walked into the dressing rooms, noticing Yuna sitting her chair awaiting your arrival. Her adorable bunny smile beamed at you, that smile turned into a large o shape. Gasping when she noticed the ring on your finger.
"Oh my God he proposed!" She squealed, jumping out her seat to embrace you in her arms.
The rest of itzy turned to your direction, rushing towards you as they all wanted to see your new ring. They were your best friends and hair clients, and you couldn't wait to assign them the bridesmaid dresses.
"I call maid of honour." Ryujin commented, raising her arms in the air while looking at each member for confirmation.
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colossal-fallout · 3 years
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Request from @whydoilooklikeawetdog; Forgive me for what I am about to request but soft mommy kink s4 mikasa with male bodied reader. I have issues anyways hope u have fun with it bestie
Coming right up my darling <3
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Embrace M!Bodied Reader X Mikasa
Warnings: NSFW. 18+ Only. Mommy Kink.
"Tough day?" Mikasa's lips part with concern as you flop down onto your bed, arm covering your eyes.
She may know you better than anyone else, but it didn't take a familiar eye to notice your slumped, energy lacking posture and frown that tugged the corners of your mouth as you'd entered your shared bedroom.
"Just one of those days." You mutter in reply. You didn't really have the energy reserves to talk about it. Not only that, but you much prefer not to burden anyone with your problems. Not that Mikasa see's it that way, of course.
Her soft orbs take in your form on the bed - chest rising and falling at the relaxed relief of finally being on your mattress evident in how you allow yourself to sink into it as deeply as it would take you.
You flinch in surprise and remove your arm as you feel her plop herself above you, one arm on each side of your chest - her eyes heavy and the residual dusting of a slight smirk ghosting her face.
"Well, you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want. But let me take care of you..."
You sit up slightly, at first you're confused as to what she means until her hand softly brushes up against your crotch, the haze of lust clouding her usually clear blue eyes.
"Hey, it's okay." You sigh, not wanting her to think that you were merely hinting for her to see to your needs.
"I want to." Her voice is low as she straddles you, throwing her leg over your hip before leaning down and trailing her beautiful lips down your neck, her fingers already fumbling at your belt buckle.
You hands instantly snap to her ass as if on auto-piolet. Like your body just suddenly had a mind of it's own, you push her down and grind her against your hardening junk, stirring awake like some beast about to awaken from a long slumber and ready to hunt.
"I think you're already starting to feel a little better, baby..." She groans into your neck as her clit is stimulated from the friction, her hips now moving on their own accord.
"Yeah... me too." You reply, gasping as her hands finally free your cock, the fresh air hitting it reminding you of just how long it had been since you allowed yourself to just lay back and take some well deserved pampering.
Her delicate hand wraps around your head, slowly tugging at it while her teeth pulls at the skin on your shoulder through the cloth of your shirt, her own hunger for you becoming more evident as her breathing rate increases, her slick sticking to the cloth of her panties.
Your eager fingers move around to her front, tugging at her trousers in haste; wanting nothing more than to see her beautiful pussy on display for you. As soon as you catch a glimpse of her small pink lips as she shimmies out of her restraints, you sigh and lick your lips, more than ready to feel her insides.
You go to slide your fingers into her arousal when she grabs your wrist and pushes your hand back.
"No. Let mommy take care of you." She hums, her soft slit rubbing itself up and down your length.
You lie back and enjoy the view - the feeling of her heat rolling off her and encasing you was all too welcoming as her cheeks begin to flush pink, enjoying the feelings your hard muscle was giving her as she rubbed herself up and down you.
"You feel so good..." She gasps, her fingertips sinking into your chest as her pace slowly begins to quicken.
"I'm not even in you, yet." You smirk.
"I know. You're just too good..." Her eyes begin to plead as she gets more fired up, her soft black strands spilling over her face as her head begins to tip back.
"Sit on me." You groan, wanting nothing more than so slide into the wetness you see getting thicker and spreading further around her and you.
"Sit on me, what?"
"Please..." Your grip tightens on her peachy ass.
"No..."
"Sit on me, mommy..."
She pushes herself down, your swollen bell squashing into her tight little hole with a blazing glory.
As your dick pushes its way inside, you feel every warm ridge dragging down your flesh. The tight embrace around you is indescribable - you watch her little cunt stretch around your length, yawning at your girth.
Mikasa rolls her hips opening her legs and placing her feet flat on the sheets; giving you the best front row view of her quivering pink bloom. You can't ignore how soft her skin is under your hands as she slowly rocks herself back and forth, her thighs being squeezed by your hungry palms. Each slow thrust of her pelvis shows you the little bump imprint of your dick inside of her as her face goes from a soft pink into a deep red hue.
"Ah~ Is that good, baby?" She whines.
You nod, not wanting to tear your gaze from her splayed pussy with your dick print prodding from within her with every slow roll.
"I'll always take care of you, sweetie." Her vocals are soft yet desperate, her gaze warm and her grip on you trembling, as her body is crashed with intense sensations. "You just need some love... ah!"
The scent of her sex crawls up you, the sound of her insides swallowing you is evident enough while you feel her warm liquids begin to ooze down onto your balls behind her.
You thrust up your hips, yearning for more of her as the deep recesses of her core pull and squeeze you - needing to feel as much of you as possible.
Your name leaves her lips in breathy pants, your tip grazing her cervix as she begins to now bounce, taking your breath away.
"M-mikasa..." You stammer as she moves up and down. "Fuck..."
"Ah~ yes! Baby..." She squeaks, her pace quickening. "You're ruining mommy... ah... yes! I'm so close..."
You grab her and roll over; feral and hysteric as you push her legs up behind her head, dipping yourself into her finger-trap like cunt as it pulls you in deeper and tighter, her silent scream confirming her approval of your position change.
"I'm c-cuming, ah!"
Her toes curl and thighs tense in your hands as she juices you dry, her orgasm summoning your own as you release your thick cream deep inside of her centre - her hums of satisfaction vibrating her chest as you grimace throughout your ecstasy.
"Mmm good boy..." She sighs as you flop down - her tight cunt having squeezed every last drop out from you. "I told you I'd take care of you."
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allthingskakashi · 4 years
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•| Right Now Is All We Have|•
[ Kakashi x Reader]
You're awakened by the feeling of something plopping down on the mattress, filling up the empty space beside you.
You open your eyes and squint in the dark, as an arm drapes over your stomach.
"Kakashi..." you groan.. "Sorry i fell asleep waiting"
Kakashi lays silent and motionless beside you, face buried down into the bed. The weight of his arm on your stomach makes you unable to move. You plop yourself up against the pillow and his arm falls to your thighs. You check the time on clock on the bedstand, it reads 2:06 a.m.
You look at the man beside you, looking so weary as if he's resting his body after ages, which he probably is. The black vest he's wearing reveals the many wounds and bruises on his arms.
It pained you to see Kakashi like this, but it was something you had to get used to.
You place one hand on his head and start softly stroking his silvery hair, rubbing his back gently with your other hand.
"Tough mission?" you ask, your voice tender.
Kakashi stays quiet, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You know it means yes.
He was gone for one whole week, sent to pursue an enemy. The mission was supposed to be over in three days but it stretched on. You were worried sick but the Hokage had assured you that everything was fine. But it still hadn't pacified the restlessness in you. Who knows what they had to do? Maybe Kakashi had to kill someone, maybe his team lost a member... You didn't wanna ask yet.
You continue rubbing his back, trying to soothe him as much as you can. His muscles seem to relax under your touch.
"Did you eat yet? I put your food in the oven so it stays warm, I wasn't sure when you'd be back"
Kakashi still doesn't say anything. By the looks of it, he hasn't showered yet so he probably hasn't eaten. This is starting to worry you now. This wasn't the first time Kakashi returned from a mission so... drained. Not just physically but emotionally as well. You hated what these missions did to him. But there was nothing you could do. All the horrible possibilities about what may have happened swarms inside your head, making you nauseous.
"Kakashi... You're worrying me. Let me fix up your wounds at least" you say, basically to the dark now, your voice pleading.
Kakashi stirs, taking his time lifting up his head to look at you. You gaze at what you can make of his face in the light coming from the streets through the window.
His otherwise beautiful face looks sunken, eyes marked with dark circles under them. Dirt and sweat are smeared across the visible areas of his face, streaks of dried blood on his forehead.
Your heart sinks, making your eyes well up.
"Kakashi..."
You slide down on the bed and pull Kakashi's face to your chest, holding him tight. You plant a few kisses on the top of his head. He puts his other arm around you, gripping you with both arms.
You stay that way for a long time, in complete silence. Nothing but the sound of the clock ticking away.
"Y/n.."
Kakashi says after a while, against your chest. The tone of his voice makes you anxious.
"Why do you care so much about me? I am not worthy of it."
The sudden statement takes you by surprise. But this wasn't the first time Kakashi said something like this either. You try to suppress the quiver in your voice and speak, keeping your tone firm.
" I care about you because i love you. And i love you because you deserve every ounce of love in the world."
He's silent but you know he's listening, so you go on.
"I know you don't like to think so, but i do. You can try pushing me away as much as you want, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and hold you and keep holding you until you realise that you ARE worthy. Of happiness, of love and of everything you think you aren't worthy of."
Kakashi's head sinks further into your body.
"I don't know what happened in your mission Kakashi..", you continue "but you aren't responsible for it. Okay? You're an excellent shinobi and an even better person and i know you care deeply about your comrades and would give your life for them. So no matter what happened... It's not your fault." you speak into his ear, holding him close the whole time.
You feel worn out from trying to sound strong and not allowing yourself to simply break down. But you know you need to be strong right now, for Kakashi. You need to be his shoulder to lean on.
Kakashi is quiet again, half of his body wrapped around you. His grip is so firm, like you're made of dust and you'd slip through if he didn't hold you tight. He doesn't say anything for so long you think he's fallen asleep. You rest your chin on his head, every cell in your body overflowing with love for him. My baby, my beautiful, beautiful baby.
You're about to doze off too, the familiar feel of Kakashi beside you after so long gives you the comfort that was missing all these days and you feel at peace inside, like you can actually sleep again.
"Y/n.." Kakashi's soft voice permeates through the foggy thoughts of your drowse. You open your eyes.
" Marry me."
You're fully awake now, all your senses heightened. Did you hear that right? Or are you still in a trance? You lift your chin away from over his head and try to look at his face, wondering if he's murmuring in his sleep.
"W-What?" you ask, feeling stunned.
Kakashi looks up at you and speaks in a soft, clear tone. " Marry me, Y/n."
You are dumbstruck. No word or sound escapes your mouth. You look at him, stupefied.
Kakashi unwraps himself away from you and quickly gets up with a jump in a hurry, turning the bedside lamp on and hastily disappearing from the room.
You sit upright on the bed now, neither your body nor your mind functioning. You wait, unsure of what's happening.
Kakashi scurries back into the room in a few seconds. You notice him holding a tiny blue velvety box in hand. He hurries on to the bed, and sits facing you, one leg folded and the other hanging by the side of the bed. He takes your hands in his, his tone is urgent, nervous. He speaks so fast you're having trouble keeping up.
"Y/n, i was going to wait for later to do this, think of something special to do for you, maybe buy you some flowers, I don't know, I'm not good at this and I don't know how someone like you ever fell for someone like me but you're the biggest blessing in my life, you're all i have and I don't want to lose you. You're the only thing standing between me and the insanity that would've consumed me if it weren't for you. I was going to wait but--
Kakashi lets out a heave, out of breath from speaking so much so fast. He pulls down his mask, unveiling his face which is ridden with so many emotions. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out, recomposing himself, and squeezes your hands.
Your heart is so full, you wait for him to finish just so you can kiss him. You realise your cheeks are damp with a steadily flowing stream of tears.
Kakashi continues, speaking slowly in a clear voice now.
"I was going to wait but I don't want to wait any longer. There's no knowing whether I'll live tomorrow, all i have is now and right now, i am lucky enough to be here with you, to be loved by you.. and I want to let you know how much you mean to me, right now. I..I love you Y/n. I don't want to lose you.. I don't know how many years of life fate has in store for me, i always thought I'd die young but i made it till here and I'm glad i did because i found you, and i want to spend whatever days i have remaining, with you. Loving you, and allowing myself to be loved by you."
Kakashi takes a ring out of the box with slightly trembling hands and clasps both your hands in both of his, looking into your eyes with a piercingly earnest gaze.
"So will you ma-- Oh wait, I'm sorry" ,he shakes his head, fumbling nervously. He hurriedly gets down to the floor to kneel on one knee, making sure he's doing this right.
You chuckle at this, your vision blurry through your tears. He's smiling too, eyes shining bright. There's hope in them now and not just sorrow. He kneels on the floor, holding your hand in one hand, and the ring in the other. You're both grinning at each other like idiots now.
" So will you marry me, Y/n?"
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