#and if someone tells him to lie down and rest he can barely hide how thankful and eager he is and that's why he stutters as if nervous

[moonlightspencie]

you should see the things we do, baby

Description: Remus and Reader decide to take advantage of teasing Sirius, and it leads to a lot more than a dirty dream. (Part 2 to this drabble)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!Reader x Sirius Black (not wolfstar unless you count a few comments from sirius lol)

Warnings: oh boy (18+ only!): p in v, oral (fem receiving), threesome and a trip to paris, big dick!remus, teasing, kind of dom!remus, sirius is shy for once

Word Count: 5.2k words

A/N: this was supposed to be a DRABBLE. also i don’t write smut like ever so pls be nice to me

A week had passed, and Sirius’ embarrassment had yet to subside. In fact, it was only made worse as he had two more dreams with a very similar subject matter.

It was terrible. It was exhilarating.

Sirius had never had problems finding someone to satisfy his needs whenever they arose, but dreaming of you caused a whole new slew of problems. It seemed like no matter what he did or who he tried to flirt with, you were still on his mind.

It was made far worse by the fact that Remus knew about his dirty little secret and had been relentlessly teasing him about it. Every chance he got, he’d show you off or pack on the PDA in front of poor Sirius, chuckling into your skin when the usually-suave Sirius would turn pink and need to look away.

Your suspicions in all of this only grew.

You sat with Remus in the bedroom he had at the place he shared with Sirius. So far, you’d only been reading side-by-side, everything being fairly innocent. That is, until an idea popped into your head.

“Love?”

Remus hummed in question.

“What’s going on with Siri lately? I know something is up.”

Remus shrugged, not putting his book down. “Not sure, darling.”

You narrowed your eyes, setting your book down on the nightstand. You turned to look at him more fully.

“I don’t like when you lie to me.”

He huffed. “Darling, it’s really nothing. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“But I am worried,” you whined. “He’s been acting so strangely around me lately. I know that you know what’s happened, too.”

“How do you know that?” he asked with a soft smile, finally setting his book off to the side.

“Because I know you, my dear,” you said, nuzzling into his neck. “Please tell me?”

“I can’t, love,” he responded, a hand coming to rest on your back.

You groaned, lifting your face. You set a hand on his thigh, rubbing against his leg softly. You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Baby, please? I’ll make it worth your while.”

He smirked. “Yeah?”

You nodded with an innocent smile, moving your hand up his leg slowly.

“Promise.”

“You say that like I’m not the one who’d have you begging for it in a minute,” he said, voice suddenly low and gravely.

You swallowed, knowing he was right, but unwilling to admit defeat just yet. You merely turned, pouting to yourself as you pulled your hands away. Then, you hid a smirk as a new idea came into your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you said, standing suddenly and moving towards the bathroom door.

You turned on the faucet to let the water heat up, walking back into Remus’ bedroom and straight to his closet. You started undressing, only taking one of his shirts off the hanger for after your shower once you were fully bare in front of him. You hadn’t yet turned around, reaching for a towel, but you could feel his eyes on you.

You sent him an innocent smile as you walked past the bed, right back into the bathroom with the door wide open. If he could hide things from you, you figured you could tease him as much as you’d like.

“You can join me if you want to spill the truth, love,” you called out, turning on the shower head and stepping under the stream.

It was a while before you finally heard him get off the bed, and a smile spread to your face. You heard the curtain open, not bothering to look in his direction.

“Don’t even think about coming in here unless you’re going to tell me what’s happened.”

“Darling. You’re being unfair.”

“I’m being perfectly fair,” you said, turning to him at last.

You had to admit, it was hard to turn him down when he was stripped down in front of you, asking to get in the shower alongside you. Few things sounded better than getting your hands all over his pretty body under the shower stream. But one of those few things just happened to be knowing that secret the boys were keeping from you. You shook your head at him when he pouted at you.

“All you have to do is tell me what’s wrong,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

He swallowed, looking you up and down.

“If I tell, you have to promise you won’t say anything to Pads.”

You smirked. “Whatever you say, love.”

He hopped in, shutting the curtain behind him with a cheesy grin, pulling you in for a heated kiss immediately. You let him have that, kissing him back, feeling him grow harder against your stomach from the contact. You sucked his lip into your mouth, letting it go with a pop.

“Tell me, then we keep going, yeah?”

“Siri had a sex dream about you. Feels real awkward about it, now.”

You raised a brow. “That’s it?”

He nodded. “But he’s terribly embarrassed about it. It’s why he’s been acting like that with you. Doesn’t know how to act now.”

“Why not?”

“Well, speaking from experience, darling,” he started, pressing another kiss to your lips, “once you get the picture of you all bare and begging in your head, it’s hard to get it out.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I find it hard to believe I’d have that strong an effect on anyone. Especially from a dream.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mumbled, capturing your lips again.

He let his hand trail down your body, rubbing at that little bundle of nerves in the way that made your knees weak instantly. He knew your body better than anyone, and he loved proving it to you over and over again. You tried to get into it, holding onto him tightly, but you found yourself preoccupied with questions.

“What is it, baby?” Remus asked against your neck, leaving soft kisses to your skin. “You’re distracted.”

“Just confused, is all, Rem,” you said, a little breathless from the contact he was making.

He hummed. “Why? You thinking about what it’d be like getting fucked by Sirius, now?”

You scoffed. “No. Just wanna know why it’s such a big deal for him.”

“You’re gorgeous, doll,” he said, letting out a small noise at your hand around his cock. “Surprised it took him this long to realize he’d like a go at you.”

You sighed, a whimper leaving you as his hand moved faster. He was clearly enjoying every bit of this.

“Sounds like you like the idea of it,” you quipped.

He chuckled lowly, bucking his hips into your hand. Your head fell against the tile in the shower, though he didn’t let you rest for long. He pulled away from your hand, lining himself up with your entrance instead.

“Maybe I do.”

He pushed inside of you, picking you up and pushing you against the shower wall as he rammed his hips into yours.

“Maybe I like the idea of watching you squirm on my cock with Sirius down your throat. Using that pretty mouth of yours,” he groaned into your ear. “Let him get a little preview of what it’s like to be with you in real life— not just in his dreams, yeah?”

You whined, the effect of his words making you plummet towards your climax at a rapid speed. He slapped your clit quickly, making your body jerk.

“You can pretend you don’t like that idea, but I can feel you clenching around me when I talk about it,” he said, looking you in the eye again with a mischievous grin. “No use lying to me, darling.”

“Remus…”

“What, darling? Tell me.”

“Fuck,” you whined, head dropping to his shoulder. “M’gonna… I-I’m—”

“I know, baby,” he said, getting a bit out of breath himself as he pounded you into the wall. “You can let go for me.”

You held onto his shoulders for dear life, coming hard around him, your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling. He didn’t let up his pace until he was spilling inside of you, barely holding you up as he did.

“Did so good, love,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead gently. “Good girl.”

You smiled softly, blushing every time he praised you, even after years together. He let you down onto shaky legs.

“Thank you, Rem.”

He furrowed his brows with a small smile. “For what?”

“Making me come like that,” you said, a little sheepish. “Best one in a while.”

“Naughty girl,” he growled playfully into your ear, nipping at the lobe. “Getting off on the idea of fucking our best friend.”

“Remus,” you groaned, pushing him away a little. “Stop it.”

“It’s okay, darling,” he said, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “You know I’m just teasing. But if you ever wanted to—”

You raised a brow, unsure how much of this was really a joke. He cracked a smile, rolling his eyes mockingly.

“I’m not going to push you to do anything, but I don’t think that Sirius would mind it. I know I wouldn’t.”

“Since when have you ever wanted to share me?”

He shrugged, turning to shut off the water that started growing colder. He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, and then tucking you into one as well, helping you out of the shower. He hugged you to his chest, slowly drying you off in his arms.

“I never wanted to before. Then,” he tilted his head, looking at you with stars in his eyes, “he told me about that dream. Thought it might be fun to share you, just a little. I also thought you might like the idea.”

“Why’s that?”

“Know you love to be all filled up,” he smirked. “What better way to get you full from both ends than with a friend?”

You laugh, dropping your head on his chest. “You’re gross.”

“You love it.”

“I love you. Not so much when you’re being all icky.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You liked it enough when I was fucking you against the wall, yeah?”

Your cheeks heated up, a shy smile on your face.

“Sweet girl,” he cooed. “Alright, I’m all done, now, my darling. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

You sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just—”

He paused. “What is it, love?”

“I don’t even know how we’d, like…” you groaned. “This is so weird to even talk about.”

He smiled softly, leaning down to press a delicate kiss against your lips.

“If you want me to, I can do all the talking,” he whispered. “You just sit with me and be your usual pretty self. Just so he knows I’m not screwing with him.”

You looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, voice soft. “Whatever you want, darling. Anything for you.”

You smiled. “Alright.”

“Alright? You want to?”

You nodded, and his smile grew. He kissed you again, then kissed your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your other cheek. Then your jaw, and eventually all over your face until you were a giggling mess.

“Okay,” you surrendered. “Okay, Rem, all done. Come on.”

You took his hand, pulling him back into the bedroom.

“Nap first, cause you fucked all my energy out,” you said, an accusatory finger pointed in his direction. He paid no mind, giving you a cocky smirk. “Then dinner, then… We’ll talk.”

He nodded. “Alright, princess.”

Sirius sat around most of the day, his nerves inexplicably on edge no matter what he did. He couldn’t place why he felt so anxious, but it just kept building. Up until after dinner time, it didn’t make any sense— but then, it started making a lot of sense.

You were all in the living room together once again, in what would normally be a comfortable silence as music played softly. However, Sirius was anything but comfortable.

Once again, you were perched on Remus’ lap, letting him run his hands all over you like nobody else was around. It had become more of a habit over the past week. Though, your teasing smile every time Siri caught your gaze was new.

He flushed each time your eyes met his, giving him a smile or a wink that he was certain he wasn’t imagining. It made him horribly nervous that you knew something. It also excited him more than he’d like to admit.

He had committed to not touching himself when he thought of you, and so far he had been true to his promise to himself. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t absolute torture with how often you’d been occupying his mind. It seemed that every time he tried to… be alone with himself, you’d pop into his brain. To put it shortly: he was on edge in every sense of the word.

He tried not to watch you and Remus, knowing Remus was merely teasing him for his dream, but every man has a breaking point.

His came when Remus bit down softly on your neck, and you let out a little whimper. It was horribly close to what he’d imagined in his dreams, and he found his pants growing a bit tight and uncomfortable. It only worsened when he looked up to see your eyes trained on him as Remus attacked your neck with lips and teeth, not bothering to be polite in front of his housemate. You smiled softly, a glimmer in your eye as you locked your gaze on Sirius. It took a great deal of control to look away from you, and he mentally patted himself on the back when he finally did.

“Not enjoying the show, Pads?” Remus asked teasingly.

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Aww,” you cooed. “What happened to my sassy Siri? You’re usually so forward and flirtatious. Why change now?”

His eyes widened, and he looked between you and Remus. You both wore eerily similar smirks, and suddenly he felt his mouth dry up. He leveled his gaze at Remus.

“You didn’t.”

Remus raised his brows. “Didn’t what?”

“You told her, didn’t you?”

“She can be very convincing,” he offered.

Sirius groaned. “You’re unbelievable. I ask you to keep one secret…”

“Come on, Siri, there’s no reason to be embarrassed,” you said, adjusting your position in Remus’ lap. “I won’t blame you for having a dream.”

He sighed, not meeting your eye. He shook his head.

“I don’t get embarrassed.”

“What do you call those red cheeks of yours, then?” you teased.

He turned his glare to you. “Not funny, angel.”

“Still calling me by pet names, though,” you smiled, turning to Remus. “You wanna ask, now?”

“You two need to stop this. It’s not fair,” Sirius shook his head, staring at the both of you, unamused.

“Done teasing, Pads,” Remus said, moving you on his lap to get a better view of his friend. “I have a real question for you, now.”

Sirius looked on, curious but cautious. He raised a brow in question.

“We were talking earlier, and, well, after that dream of yours,” Remus began.

Sirius cut him off. “Right, I’m done then.”

He started moving to get out of his seat.

“Sit down,” Remus said, furrowing his brow. “Just listen.”

Sirius huffed, plopping back down. He crossed his arms, and you held back a chuckle at his little show of annoyance. You leaned into Remus’ chest as he started talking again.

“We want to invite you to be with us for the night,” he said plainly.

Sirius gaped for a moment, then quickly shut his mouth, setting his face hard.

“S’not funny, Mooney,” he said, then looked at you with an equally severe look. “And I expect better from you.”

Your eyes went a little wider. “We’re not joking, Siri.”

He looked between the two of you, unsure. His cheeks were tinted red as he tried to formulate a response. You merely quirked a brow, hoping it would settle in for him that you weren’t lying. It was taking far too long for your liking, evidently.

“What happened to you being all snarky and smooth? Blushing and stumbling over us asking you to come to bed,” you said, shaking your head.

Remus snorted behind you, pressing his face into your neck.

“You’re one to talk, love,” Sirius retorted quickly. “I couldn’t send a wink your way years ago without you going red.”

“So defensive, Padfoot,” Remus tutted. “If you don’t want to—”

“No,” Sirius responded, too quickly. “No, I just… If you two are playing some prank on me—”

“We’re not,” Remus said with finality.

Sirius let out a breath, his gaze lingering on you before he finally nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” he cleared his throat, throwing on a smirk. “Maybe it’ll get those dreams out my head, yeah?”

“Maybe,” you said with a smile. “Maybe it’ll make them worse.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “Don’t know if I can handle that.”

You smiled to yourself, standing and taking Remus’ hand in yours. “Come on, love.”

He stood with you, glued to you as you started walking towards his bedroom, but not before you turned to Sirius and sent him a wink. He raised his brows, unsure if he should get up and follow.

“You’re supposed to come too, Siri,” you called out behind you.

He nodded to himself, taking in a quick breath as he followed after you both. His heart pounded in his chest as you all stepped into the bedroom. He knew he was still blushing, but couldn’t quite stop himself. He never got nervous about sex, but this felt entirely different that anything he’d done before. He rubbed his palms against his pants, trying to appear confident, though he knew he was probably failing miserably.

He watched as you walked up to him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed as Remus lingered near the mattress with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“Don’t be nervous,” you said quietly, instructing him to sit down on the bed.

He watched with wide eyes and a bitten lip as Remus spun you around, kissing you more intensely than Sirius had ever witnessed before. He felt that discomfort in his pants growing again, watching your body fully pressed against Remus’ as you let him explore your mouth until you were entirely breathless. Remus pulled away from you, pressing one last soft peck to your lips.

“Just want to remind you who you belong to before we start this,” he smirked. “Go on, show him what those pretty lips feel like.”

You leaned up, unable to stop yourself from kissing him once more before turning to Siri. You sat on the bed next to him, facing him.

“This okay?” you asked quietly.

“Definitely,” he nodded.

You rested one hand on his leg, leaning in slowly until he met you halfway. You nipped at his lip, not quite kissing him, yet. Luckily for you, he took that as a sign to make the first move. You smiled into the kiss: he was clearly desperate as he pressed his lips to yours intensely, scooting closer to you on the mattress. You licked softly at the crease between his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth when he opened up for you. You felt Remus’ hand stroke through your hair as you let his best friend kiss you deeply. One of your hands moved up to Siri’s jaw, stroking his skin softly.

“That’s my girl,” Remus said softly, his voice giving away his arousal. “So good, darling.”

You peeked your eyes open, looking up at him for a moment as you moved your lips to Sirius’ neck. He gave you a soft smile, letting you take full control of the situation, even when he clearly wanted to. You reached up with the hand you had against Sirius’ face to trail up Remus’ leg and towards the noticeable bulge in his pants. He licked his lips, moving his hips a bit closer to you. Sirius sighed softly in your ear when you dragged your teeth against a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.

“Come on, darling,” Remus said, pulling you away from Sirius and up to your feet.

You looked at him expectantly, understanding his impatience more when he started tugging at your top. You let him take it off of you, hearing a hard breath come out of Sirius when he saw that you didn’t have anything under the shirt. Remus turned you towards Sirius, pressing open-mouthed kisses all down your neck.

“Isn’t she pretty, Pads?” he asked against your skin.

Sirius swallowed, nodding. “Very.”

He leaned back on the mattress, palming the bulge in his pants as he watched your chest rise and fall from Remus’ lips on you. You smirked when Remus trailed his hands up your torso, Sirius’ eyes following every movement carefully, before landing on your breasts. You pushing your hips back into Remus, making him groan softly at the friction against his still-clothed member. You thought it was only fair with how he squeezed at the flesh of your tits, playing with your nipples until you couldn’t hold back your noises anymore.

You were breathing heavily, your eyes fluttering open when Remus’ hands started retreating. You looked at Sirius who hadn’t pulled his eyes from you the entire time. You reached for him.

“Siri,” you said, pulling his hands to you.

He let his fingertips explore your exposed skin, leaning up to capture one of your nipples between his lips. You whimpered softly at the contact of his wet mouth against your irritated skin, your hand threading through his hair. You only stopped when you felt Sirius’ movements stop, his mouth barely against you as he glanced over your shoulder.

“Damn, Mooney,” he said, eyes wide. “Didn’t know you were… How was I the womanizer in school?”

You looked behind you, smiling at your now-bare boyfriend in all his glory. You couldn’t blame Sirius for being impressed— He had, by far, the biggest dick you’d ever seen personally. You were practically convinced he wouldn’t fit inside of you the first time you saw him.

“I was too busy chasing after this one,” he said, nodding towards you, leaving you blushing. “Not that big, anyways.”

“Not that…” Sirius started, trailing off. “Mate, I can’t stop staring. How have you gotten through life like that?”

You snorted a laugh. “Alright, stop staring at my boyfriend’s cock.”

“It’s impressive,” Sirius said simply, raising a brow as he looked on before turning his gaze away and towards your face. “No wonder you’re always trying to shag.”

You felt Remus behind you, pressing himself fully against your backside. “Helps that she’s just as impressive.”

Sirius swallowed, suddenly feeling overly dressed as he watched Remus tug your pants down your legs, leaving you in a pair of black panties.

“Wait till you feel her mouth, Pads,” Remus said, nipping at your shoulder. He then spoke into your ear. “Why don’t you help him out of those clothes, darling?”

You obliged with a shake of your head and smile. Sirius shot you a cocky smirk as you pulled his sweater over his head.

“Stand,” you instructed, to which he quickly obeyed.

You pulled his pants down, smiling to yourself at the tent in his underwear. You tugged those down next, and while he was no Remus size-wise, he was just as pretty. You stared for a moment, tongue wetting your lips subconsciously. As you stood back up, Remus shoved his hand into your panties, making a satisfied noise at how wet you’d become already.

He pulled his hand back up, popping the fingers he’d brushed against you in his mouth. You watched, never not enamored with how bold he got in bed. He smirked at you, then looked at Sirius.

“Care for a taste?”

Sirius nodded quickly. “Love to.”

“Lay down for him, darling,” Remus said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You quickly climbed onto the bed, laying against the pillows at the headboard. Remus smiled softly at you, his eyes looking you up and down lovingly.

“Pretty girl,” he sighed, shaking his head. He sat next to you after a moment, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Alright, Sirius.”

Remus nodded at the apex of your thighs, expecting Sirius to get to work. Siri gave you a questioning look, to which you nodded with a smile. He crawled between your legs, kissing all the way up your thighs until he reached your panties. He pulled them slowly down your legs, licking his lips at the sight of you before him.

“Wow,” he said, breathless. He looked at Remus again, “Understand why you always want to shag, too.”

“And you haven’t even really touched her yet,” Remus said with a light laugh. He kissed you on your forehead. “See, love? You are entirely irresistible.”

You shook your head, capturing his lips with a hand on his neck. Just in time, too, moaning into his mouth as you felt Sirius dive into your cunt like nothing you’d expected. You gasped again, though Remus shoved his tongue in your mouth to keep you quiet. The only way you could describe what Sirius was doing was that he was not only eating you out, but fully making out with your pussy. You clenched around nothing, writhing under both of their grips on you: Remus’ hands holding your waist and neck, Sirius’ arms wrapped around your legs to keep you open for him.

“Feel good, darling,” Remus asked against your lips.

You nodded with a whine. “Yes. Fuck.”

Sirius groaned against you, the vibrations shooting all over you.

“Shit, Siri,” you moaned, a hand in his hair. “So good.”

Remus smiled, shaking his head at you before diving back in to kiss you again, directing your hand to stroke his cock as he did. Between his tongue in your mouth and Sirius’ mouth all over your soaked cunt, it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar tension in your stomach start to snap. You cried out against Remus, your whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you at a rapid speed. Sirius left soft kisses all over your thighs, pressing one last kiss directly on your clit before he sat up. You opened your eyes, looking at him in a daze. You knew from rumors he was supposed to be good in bed, but you didn’t expect him to be quite so talented with his mouth.

You also didn’t expect to look down and see him leaking precum as if he’d been the one getting off. You whimpered again at the sight, arousal only building at the fact that he was that excited from going down on you. You started moving your hand slowly again where it rested on your boyfriend’s dick, wanting him to feel good, too, but he had other ideas.

“Hands and knees, angel,” he said, kissing your cheek quickly. “Let him see what that pretty mouth can do for him, yeah?”

You nodded, moving to get onto all fours in front of Sirius. You leaned on your elbows, taking him into your hand and stroking him. You looked up, his face already showing obvious signs of his pleasure. You stuck your tongue out, running it terribly slowly over the vein that stuck out on the underside of his cock until you reached the head, pressing a soft kiss just where the precum was leaking out. You licked your lips clean for him, watching as his brows raised, his chest rising and falling a little faster.

“How is it?” he asked, a little amused at your show.

“Tastes like you,” you smirked, taking the entire tip in your mouth, causing a few curses to spill from his lips.

“My little cumslut,” Remus cooed from behind you. “Don’t let her pull off until she swallows, yeah?”

Sirius nodded, breathless as you started bobbing your head faster. “Yeah. Yeah, will do.”

You felt Remus slide his head against you, gathering your slick and Sirius’ left-over spit until he slowly started pushing into you. You moaned your appreciation around Sirius, causing him to tense up, his hand finding it’s way to the back of your head.

“Just like that,” he groaned as you wrapped your hand around him, pushing him deeper into your throat with each thrust. “Fuck, doll. You do this so well. So good.”

Remus slapped your ass from behind, thrusting into you harder. “Manners, baby. He just complimented you, didn’t he?”

You pulled off for a moment, hand taking over. “Thanks, Siri.”

“Yeah,” he said quickly, trying to push himself back into your mouth as quickly as possible.

You smiled to yourself, obliging him. Though, it was becoming a little more difficult to keep pace just right when Remus was more-so pulling you on and off his cock rather than thrusting his hips into you.

You groaned and choked on Sirius, especially as he started fucking into your face. You felt yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm, and Remus seemed to notice.

“Come on, love,” he grunted. “I can feel you. I know you want to come all over my cock. Go ahead.”

You whined again, mouth full, and came crashing down. You were barely able to keep yourself up as both men fucked into you relentlessly, and Remus grabbed you around your middle to help you stay upright.

“Just a bit longer, love,” he said, clearly getting close himself.

“I’m gonna…” Sirius said, groaning out the words. He looked down at you with his mouth agape and his eyes dark. All it took was you looking back up at him with teary eyes, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth. “Fuck”

His hips stuttered, and he spilled into your mouth. You shut your lips around him, swallowing as much as you could with him still jammed in your throat. He practically whimpered from overstimulation, pulling out of your mouth to let you swallow whatever you couldn’t before. He flopped down on the bed in front of you, giving you another smirk before he tossed his arm over his face, coming down from his high.

“Alright, love,” Remus mumbled, pounding into you harder now that you weren’t otherwise occupied.

You groaned loudly as he hit that perfect spot inside of you, gasping for breath when you felt a hand toying with your clit. You opened your eyes, seeing it was Sirius who had slipped his hand under your body. He smiled at you, cheeky, especially when he saw your brows knit together. You were getting close again.

“Gonna cum inside of you,” your boyfriend said, pressing his face into your neck. “M’close.”

“Please,” you begged, though not quite sure to who.

Sirius sped up the work of his hand as Remus spilled inside of you, sending you careening over the edge once again. Your body convulsed under Remus’ larger frame, your arms finally giving out under you. You shut your eyes as it took over your entire being, not opening them again until you felt Remus pulling out of you.

“Aww, look at that, Pads,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Think we just about fucked her to sleep.”

You heard Sirius chuckle. “Cute.”

Remus pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m going to get a washcloth for you, alright, love?”

You nodded, barely coherent and thoroughly fucked out, still laying on your stomach. Another hand brushed away some stray hair from your forehead.

“For the record, this is definitely not going to help those dreams of mine,” Sirius said lowly.

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sex therapy :: 21. daddy toji

chapter tags/warnings: **can be read as a stand-alone!** daddy toji, in every sense of the word. toji also calls himself daddy. unprotected sex. creampies. megumi is down the hall! masturbation. exhibitionism. toji likes that it’s his cousin’s wife that he’s fucking. infidelity/adultery. possessiveness. sexual frustration. degradation. praising. pet names (‘princess’ and ‘sweetheart’). manipulative undertones. family drama. strong language.

word count: 3.6k

notes: tattooed dr. fushiguro can only be a gentleman for so long when it's his little cousin's wifey around. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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“Why don’t you give daddy a show?”

Nothing could make you feel more exposed than this very moment on Toji Fushiguro’s bathroom counter—your bosom heaving from irregular breaths, your arms holding up your body, and your legs spreading across the granite surface so that you could offer up a good view. So that you could put your naked self on display. 

Just for him. Just for your sex therapist.

Just for Dr. Fushiguro.

You gulped while pressing your back against the cold ceramic walls, hoping for some relief from your impending humiliation. “E-Excuse me?” 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Toji crooned, and the pet name had your heart skipping a beat. Lazily, he dragged a lone finger from your stomach to your center, prodding right at your soaking entrance despite your efforts to shrink away. “Don’t be shy. I’m just your therapist. Let me see what you’ve learned.” 

With much endearment, he watched you writhe. Being in the spotlight scared you, but he knew you would hate to disappoint. 

At the very least, you should demonstrate some appreciation. 

“Like what?” you asked, voice barely above a squeak.

“Well,” and amusement riddled his grin, “show daddy what he had taught you, baby.”

And goodness did all this daddy talk really turn you on. Toji could see how your figure tensed at the words, how you clenched around nothing from sheer need. (Did you think he would not notice?)

“Please,” you sighed, poorly hiding how your breath hitched. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

“Call myself what?”

Obviously a rhetorical question, yet Toji loved the bafflement on your ditzy face nevertheless.

“You know…‘daddy,’” you murmured, uncomfortable to the point you were staring at the floor as you spoke. “Because as someone who loves my dad, and hearing this from someone who actually is a dad, I find the name…disturbing.”

Disturbing but also hot, and Toji could tell. 

“Don’t lie, princess. You like when I call myself that,” he chuckled. Pinching at your waist, he chortled in that same giddy manner whenever he felt particularly amused. “So, who’s going to be daddy’s obedient little girl?”

He noticed that you were doing that thing again whenever you were a little nervous: pursing your lips into a quivering pout and twisting at the meaningless rings on your fourth digit. Too loyal for your own good. Maybe that was what Naoya really loved about you, enough to keep you as his cute little trophy wife. 

Swallowing loudly, in the end, you responded, “Me.”

Using one uneven breath to center yourself, your hands steadily grazed over your hips and your thighs before your dear fingers rested above your clit. Nothing could beat the embarrassment from how you flinched at your own contact. 

Here went nothing. 

Timidly, you drew your middlemost fingers through your folds and circled the digits around your entrance. The opening was warm, sensitive, and utterly soaked. The slick that had slipped past those puffy lips allowed you to push one, and then two fingers inside as your back arched gently at the stimulation. 

A dull pleasure started to thrum in your body especially as you brought your ample juices back in using slow, deliberate motions.

To much frustration, your dainty digits couldn’t quite stroke that special spot within you with much expertise. Why wasn’t Toji helping? You wanted him to help. But, if you didn’t think too hard, you could lose yourself in the sensuality of your ministrations and imagine Toji’s fingers curling inside you instead. His fingers were larger and thicker and longer, after all. 

While Toji’s true emotions had always been as mystifying as the man himself, never had that troubled you more than now. Those steely green eyes had been staring at you for what felt like hours now. 

Did he like what he saw? Did he want more?

The people pleaser within you was just looking for a reaction—any reaction—to validate the hard and honest work you were putting in. 

“Good kitty,” he complimented suddenly, as though he had been reading you like an open book all along. He did not realize since when, but he had begun stroking his cock through his pants. 

How could he not? You had been listening so well, and his free hand reached down to rub tight circles at your puffy clit. 

“Toji!” you shrieked immediately, body caving in. 

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he commanded, dipping his index and middle fingers in as well, his thumb still drawing tight movements at your precious button.

His fingers slid against yours, aided by the thick coat of arousal that lubricated the movements, and his dick twitched from excitement, a situation exacerbated when he relished in the way you angled your hips to accommodate all four fingers plunging into your sopping cunt.

“Don’t stop working on yourself.” 

“I won’t,” you struggled to whimper. 

“This is nice, isn’t it? When someone else is touching you, too.” His statement was softened by the same tone he liked to use when playing that ‘friendly neighborhood sex therapist’ role. “Your fingers are delicate, but they can’t reach all the places mine can, can they?” 

“No, they can’t,” you breathed out in helpless agreement, shaking pathetically at the combined ministrations. “Everything feels better when you are the one finger fucking me.”

Toji hummed deeply in satisfaction. “I know, princess.” 

He lowered his head to press his lips into your jaw, but the subtle softness in his searing kisses convinced you to tilt your head gently and bring your unoccupied hand up to run up his hard triceps and dig into the jet-black ink peeking from his sleeves. 

In response, Toji sank his teeth into your skin every so often, eliciting your squeals. 

Painful. Yes, this was painful.

But more than painful, the gush that flooded your veins was fucking phenomenal.

“What’s wrong?” Toji asked innocently, biting harder as your nails pressed visible crescent marks into his tattoos. “I only want to taste you,” and he soothed the sore spots by licking the assaulted areas, just to repeat the process on another target.

Pussy feeling empty but needy, you shifted on the countertop in order to grind desperately against your therapist’s clothed crotch.

“Please,” you mewled, now begging for Toji’s attention rather than cowering away. “Please fuck me.”

Funny.

Just an hour ago, you were bawling about your loser husband. Naoya Zenin this. Naoya Zenin that. Well, duh. Of course, his baby cousin was an asshole partner. 

Now, here you were, pleading for Toji Fushiguro’s cock?

Toji rewarded your change of heart with a deep kiss pressed on your lips, a gesture that you passionately reciprocated. Even as he devoured your mouth like a starved man, your tongue fought like a maniac into his mouth, satisfied sighs slipping from your lips to his. 

Only when there was an unexpected slam coming from Megumi’s door did you two pull away, faces only centimeters apart and connected by an almost translucent string of saliva. 

Toji panted, watching your chest rise and fall from similarly irregular breathing. 

If nothing else stopped him, he would be falling onto his knees right now from how dazed you appeared: face flushed, lips parted, and lids heavy. 

But both he and you had one concern in mind right now. 

Megumi. 

Given the sound earlier, Toji awaited footsteps from the younger Fushiguro. 

Was he grabbing a midnight snack from the kitchen downstairs? Was he planning to pace the halls to alleviate stress?

Or worse yet, was he heading to the bathroom?

If his son really did walk into this scene, discovering what his father was doing to his sweet and pretty guest several doors away, Toji would be speechless because the idea was purely mortifying. 

Also a little sexy.

But anyway.

“I’m sure he just closed and locked his door for the evening,” Toji deduced when the boy’s footsteps never came. 

Immediately, your shoulders slumped with ensuing relief.  

“Thank goodness,” you sighed, still tense and high-strung. “We don’t want Megumi to hear us,” you pointed out, completely oblivious to how loud you had been when merely kissing. “Let’s wait for him to sleep first. I don’t want us to get caught.” 

The way you cared this much was adorable. 

“Why would we have to wait, though?” Toji pointed out, and his tongue swiped over his scar. “I can be quiet. But the real question is: can you be quiet?” 

At first, you were stunned and silent.

But after a long while, you gulped and your neck bobbed noticeably. "Yeah. I…can be quiet, too.” 

“Good girl," and at that, Toji flashed a quick and lascivious grin. “Then, why don’t we test that out?”

Not waiting for your reply, he grabbed the collar of his white shirt and dragged the top off his shoulders.

His movements were slow, just so he could catch your marveling reaction as he revealed his bare torso, but the fabric had been too fitting and tight for his body anyway. 

As soon as he pulled his shirt over his head and off his body, your eyes locked on his body to admire his brawny and toned physique. But more stunningly was how Toji Fushiguro was a mural of tattoos, intricate artworks that had been carefully selected and embedded into his torso—stylized letters, entwined violets, and hyper-realistic scenery. What demanded the most attention, though, was a prominent phoenix that covered his right chest, emerging victorious from a plume of smoke and ashes, its feathers spanning into his shoulder and back. 

Easily, you were enchanted. You didn't have a chance to view his tattoos before. But Toji himself had always been enchanting.

“Come closer,” the man commanded, tone low and gravelly. He dragged his waistband down until his hardened dick sprang free with great force. His cock was swollen and red and violently angry, precum beading at the tip after he had long neglected himself from his release. "I’ve missed you."

You shifted forward on the countertop.

“Then do anything to me.”

Just to test you, he experimented a little, pinching your nipples with the knuckles of his fingers and smiling like a mad dog when you squeaked. "Anything?" 

"Yes," you breathed out, nodding and back arching into his touch. 

Obviously, you were too lost in arousal to comprehend the power placed into your tattooed therapist's hands, and Toji silently wished that Naoya Zenin could hear his wife begging for someone else like this. 

He patted your cheek and cooed. 

So silly, so cock drunk, so desperate.

That was what you were, and he wasn’t even inside you yet. 

You reached between your legs to grab at his dick, lining the tip up to your entrance as Toji groaned from the contact.

"How are you so wet for me?” he hissed, gritting his teeth hard. 

“Please, please, come on—” After a long bout of negligence, you had become incredibly whiny and desperate, seeking attention and affection like never before. “I’m too turned on. Just…please ruin me.”

Toji had been close to bursting already, but an intense flash stifled him when your words registered as music to his ears, his large hands helping you swipe his dick between your folds slowly. Teasing them both.

He had been well lubricated from the precum that slipped from the head, his massive cock so hard from the anticipation that awaited such that he could feel electricity buzzing at his fingertips. All because he couldn't handle himself when you begged for him like this. Yet, Toji resolved to fuck you with everything he had—for as long as he could, anyway—and slipped himself gradually into your warm and moist heat. 

Shudders.

All that filled the room were shudders.

Toji’s eyes darkened as he pressed through the tight resistance, your muscles squeezing around his length. He had to will every fiber within him to not lose himself. He was this close to falling apart, unraveling. Because holy shit, were you fucking tight. 

Beneath him, you suppressed a whimper. 

“Damn,” you sputtered, abandoning any remaining hesitation and clenching around him. Compared to his pathetic cousin, your therapist was not small by any means. "You feel so good inside of me, Toji."

Ah, hell.

He needed to get you to relax. He could barely move and, if your walls squeezed him any harder, he might just be hurled over the edge and cum all over your thighs, staining your freshly showered body. 

“Oh,” he managed to hum in contentment, closing his eyes momentarily so that he could shut down all other senses except for one. His arms wobbled a little, his hands digging hard into your sides as his hips moved slowly—very, very slowly—out before going back in again. 

At the languid thrusts, your head fell back and your hips lifted upon instinct, one hand pressed against the counter for stability as the other skimmed over his tattoos. He's so hot. You're so hot. He makes you feel so hot.

Toji growled again when your fingers brushed against the inked phoenix's wings, gliding over his pectoral muscle. He loved being touched like this and only wanted you to examine him more, rewarding you with movements wholly deep and stimulating.

As moans flowed freely from your mouth, Toji would tell you to shut up. After all, Megumi dwelled only a few doors away and must not be forgotten. But how could Toji bring himself to hush the sweet sounds that you sang?

“Yes, just like that,” you whined at some point, fingers clawing into his chest. “Fuck. Fuck, Toji.”

He raised a disapproving brow. “Just Toji?”

“Fuck, daddy.”

And Toji lost his fucking mind.

Since when did you talk like this? Pretty princess with a potty mouth. Who would’ve thought? It was sexy. So goddamn sexy. 

"You’re incredible,” he found himself saying. 

Toji had never been harder than he was at this moment, his cock like a fucking titanium rod as his listless movements degraded into an onslaught, throbbing and twitching as he replayed your dirty words in his head. 

He felt extraordinarily horny, aroused, and invigorated. 

Meanwhile, you looked like a fucking fairy—his fucking fairy, to be clear: features glowing golden under the ambient lights, pupils dilated and blown out wide, skin glistening from both water and sweat. 

Long ago, Toji figured that you had given up in your attempts to get away from him, the sole struggle from your body being how your walls involuntarily twitched and tensed amidst the storm of pleasure and pain he had brewing within your core. 

If only Toji had more hands. That way, he could simultaneously pull at your hair, wrap his fingers around your neck, and swat at your bouncing tits.

In a moment like this, he hated having to choose and grabbed your legs in the end, moving them from the counter to his shoulders. Toji could now go even deeper, and boy, did this new angle  have you seeing stars. 

“Oh, goodness,” you blubbered, coughing and drooling and panting. “Oh, that feels so good.”

“I know,” Toji said arrogantly.

Lucky for you, he was a mature man who could hold his load. Other boys didn’t know shit. If they were in his current position, they would have busted their nuts long ago, too impulsive and easily excited to exert much self-control. 

Toji, on the other hand, knew how to dig his fat cock into your cervix over and over, brushing that one special spot within you along the way. To make you scream. To keep you addicted. To take his cousin’s wife at his mercy.

The room filled with sounds that resulted from skin contacting skin—squelches and wet smacks—and you were left loud and messy, feeling so good that you could not think straight. 

“Shit, you’re so good to me. Can’t get enough of this pussy,” he grunted, hand pulling back before connecting with the meat of your ass with one loud  slap. 

You cried out, fighting back tears that welled from the pain. “That… hurts!”

“But my kitten loves being roughened up, no?” he taunted, licking at his scar again as he observed you: love bites littered over your neck, nipples perked into pebbles, skin marked and slightly bruised.

“I,” several huffs in between, “I can’t take this for much longer. I’m so close. I think I’m going to—”

“Only if you tell me who owns you.”

His words made you whine, and the therapist took great pleasure in the way you contorted. The demand had taken you by surprise because Toji had never denied you the right to your pleasure before. In fact, he had always been the type to coax you to cum, telling you to cream all over him instead.

Tonight, however, he wanted to set things straight. For a while, he had been thinking that he ought to buy you a collar just so you would remember who you actually belonged to—who really taught you what sex feels like—and heat tore through his skin again from the fantasy. 

Admittedly, Toji was a tad bit possessive. 

But he needed to drill into your head that you were not Sukuna’s or Choso’s or Geto’s. 

And most certainly, not  Naoya Zenin’s. 

“Well?” He was fully aware of what was happening and taking true delight in your futile struggle, knowing exactly what you needed but wanting you to obey him first. Snaking an arm around your body, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and purred, “Who knows how to fuck you right?”

“Toji Fushiguro does,” you chanted, lacing your fingers with his, your body in sheer pain from need. “Guys my age could never.”

Which was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Then cum for me, baby.”

So, you did.

His permission sent you vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as your orgasm ripped through.

Your lips parted. Your cheeks hollowed. Your arms wavered.

Despite everything, you continued begging for his cock harder, faster, just like that. At some point, the hand once tangled with your therapist’s now slotted into your mouth to muffle any exclamations of pleasure as the waves continued to ripple fiercely through your body. Throwing your head back against the wall, you could dully feel your teeth puncture the skin between your thumb and pointer finger. Yet, that didn’t bother you, didn’t even hurt, and only served to add to your masochistic satisfaction as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him. 

“What a good girl.”

Toji was remorseless as he continued his abuse, the tendons of his hands and arms flexing from the effort needed to keep your lower body still, the tattoos on his wrists appearing pitch black under the glimmer of your juices. The wetness that spilled from you was so abundant, dripping down onto the floor. With any luck, once this was all over, you would have left a mess such that Toji would be forced to assign Megumi to bathroom cleaning duty in the morning.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, baby," was what he managed to say just as his gut suddenly tensed. He couldn't even control it. Without further warning, thick ropes of semen shot from him and into your womb. He grunted loudly, lurid fantasies dissipating as his mind went blank from his climax, his own groan hardly recognizable from how guttural his voice had become.

“Give me all your cum, daddy,” you wailed as you came again, pussy tightening impossibly on his cock and practically massaging every single drop out of him.

Toji was not done, he didn’t want to be done. 

Despite his blurred vision and terse jaw, Toji wanted to give you every ounce that he was worth. He gritted his teeth as he fucked up into you, pace irregular and sloppy. He made sure to push every possible milliliter of his seed deep into your stomach, the rest of his load spilling against his balls. 

His cock was far too sensitive and overstimulated, but he felt  so goddamn good that he wanted to keep going and going until he was completely spent with nothing more to give.

“Fuck,” he choked, on the brink of tears. 

Toji had to take a moment to recover fully, keeping his eyes closed while his chest heaved from the sheer exertion of his orgasm. His breathing was deep, wet, and haggard, and he was blistering hot even without clothes on. His slicked-back hair was soaked with sweat and hung limply in front of his flushed face. As he slumped over, he sensed a new pain in his shoulder, and he guessed that he must have strained something without noticing. Cum inevitably dribbled from your hole as he pulled out, splattering on the floor and mixing with your juices earlier.

He strode toward the bathroom closet, grabbing additional towels.

After wrapping them around you and himself, Toji brought you close to his frame and directed you into his bedroom diagonally across the hall. The rest of the night was quiet, especially since you both were consumed by exhaustion and post-coital haze. You rolled onto his canopied bed without sound, Toji lying next to you and pulling you snugly against his chest. After ensuring that you were okay, he kissed the sweet temple by your forehead and the bruises on your collar, smiling softly when you hummed in response. 

He could hardly recall the last time he had felt so warm and so content, wanting nothing more than to cling onto this moment for as long as he could. In the back of his head, his conscience scolded him harshly. He still owed you plenty of explanations. For how he had been hiding his family, his relationships, and his original motive in using you to help him get back at his enemies. 

Yet, as he pushed aside these intrusive thoughts and murmured to you ‘Goodnight,’ one thing became clear:

Toji Fushiguro was far too selfish to let you go.

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end notes: This is my first time writing smut that comprehensively includes Toji’s POV. While we have always gotten Y/N's POV in sex, I wanted to include Toji's perspective so that we could get into his psyche a little since he's battling his own demons as well.

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jealous

characters: jouno, fem!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, collaring, oral (m!recieving), degradation and praise, use of good girl, he gets jealous and fucks you over his desk. i also don't feel like tagging but this one is relatively tame too. minors dni or i'll eat your bones

wc: 2672

a/n: i love writing jouno smut. man is so talkative

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”

You shake your head at Jouno’s question— you knew you could never hide anything from him. You could never lie to him. Still, to be caught like this…

“I couldn’t help it,” you reply meekly, tugging weakly at the leather collar around your neck. The fabric is comfortable— Jouno picked out something nice and soft for you when he bought it. He switches like that, between someone who considers your every need and someone who pushes you just for the pleasure of it. Right now, he felt like the latter.

“…Couldn’t help it?” Jouno’s voice is low and smooth, and you swallow, knowing that no matter what you said, you would not be getting out of this situation easily. Your breath catches as he suddenly yanks on the chain connected to your collar, and you’re forced to look up at him from where you’re kneeling on the floor in front of him.

“Couldn’t help what? Couldn't help thinking about getting your cunt fucked by another man? Couldn’t help thinking about replacing me?” He chuckles bitterly, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do to make yourself look any better in this situation.

“I heard your heartbeat when you were looking at him. And the smell of your— ugh. Sickening. To think you’d get off thinking about Tecchou of all people.” He’s circling you now, heels clicking against the floor of his office, and you don’t dare to turn your head and follow his movements. You stare straight ahead, feeling the sweat bead on the back of your neck as you flush from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and, though he can tell you’re genuine, his lip curls in distaste as he stops in front of you. His fingers twitch around the chain leash.

“I’ll make you sorry. Get up,” he orders, and you follow without hesitation, standing and shifting your weight nervously from side to side. He points to a spot by his desk, and you get the idea, quietly shuffling towards it and standing with your back facing him.

“Bend over.”

Your face burns, but you comply, resting your elbows on the smooth surface of the desk and bending at the waist. You feel him step behind you, his gloved hand running along your arched back, and you can’t help but shudder at the touch. His hand lingers there for a moment before moving downwards, reaching around toward the front of your pants and unbuttoning them. Your breath hitches, but you let him do as he pleases, though your blush does darken as he pushes the fabric down your thighs, leaving you bare and exposed to him. You know he can sense how aroused his jealousy has gotten you, and shame bubbles up in your belly— you can hear the resentment in his voice as he sheds a glove and brushes his fingers between your legs, seeing for himself how wet you’ve become.

“My, so excited. So you enjoy this? You enjoy betraying me? Flitting around like a common whore?” You say nothing as you hear him messing with his belt and pants, and your heart rate spikes as you hear the leather drop to the ground. You know what’s coming, and your legs unintentionally spread a little— Jouno exhales in derision at this, mumbling an insult you can’t quite hear. 

A tremor runs through your body as you feel him press closer to you, his cock sliding in between your folds as he prepares to enter you, and your eyes flutter half shut at the sensation. 

“You don’t deserve an ounce of the pleasure I’m about to give you, you whore,” he snarls, and with that, he pushes into you, yanking your head back by the collar with one hand and grabbing you roughly by the hip with the other. You gasp out a choked moan, back arching further as he bottoms out inside you, and you barely have time to process before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward again in a rough thrust. It hits inside you just right, and you can’t hold back the groan that tumbles from your lips, feeling your entire body lurch forward from how forceful he’s being. 

The first couple of thrusts are slow and deep, but Jouno was never one for mercy. Within seconds he’s set a pace that has you seeing stars, and your hands clutch at the surface of the desk, trying to find any sort of support as he ruthlessly pounds into you. The air is filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin along with your heavy breaths and stuttered moans. He’s leaning over you now, pulling your head back by the leash so he can mutter things into your ear as his hips move against yours.

“Could Tecchou ever make you feel this good? Hm?” he says lowly, voice antagonistic, and you only moan out in response, already too fucked out to think. He lets out another displeased exhale before he pulls the chain back and sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“Answer me.”

Luckily for you, you’re able to form together a garbled no, and he hums in approval, rewarding you with a kiss over the new mark on your neck and another rough snap of his hips. 

“Good girl. See, you can behave. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He doesn’t expect an answer this time, which is good for you because you don’t know whether you could give one right now. You’re too busy gripping onto the desk for dear life, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock pressing up just right against the spot inside you. He’s good— criminally good— even more so when he reaches around you and swipes a finger against your clit, not quite rubbing yet but applying enough pressure that it has you reeling.

“Are you going to be good from now on?” he says,  leaning further over you to murmur directly into your ear, and you nod your head, always eager to please. His hands are so warm, and the thought of him adding extra stimulation has you practically whining. It’s hard to think when he’s so close to touching you like that, still going at a steady pace with his hips.

“Mhm, I promise, Sai,” you breathe out, panting at this point, and he coos another good girl, causing your blush to darken as the praise goes right to your core. He rewards you by finally touching you, wetting his fingers on your slick before lightly pinching your clit. You let out a gasp, back arching at the sudden rush of sensation. Jouno chuckles from behind you, and you have half a mind to whip your head around and ask him what he thinks is so funny until he starts rubbing, and that clears any ounce of brattiness from your system. It feels so good you swear you’re about to cum on the spot— and he can tell. 

“So desperate for my touch? You’re soaking. You really are a whore.” His voice is full of amusement as he continues his efforts to pleasure both you and him, and he reaches out with the hand still holding the leash to fist at your hair and pull it back. Your legs begin to shake, but he shows no signs of slowing down.

“About to cum so soon? We can’t have that. Hold it in. You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to,” he orders, and your eyes shoot open, tears shooting to them as you struggle to hold back your orgasm.

“But- Sai, I can’t, I can’t,” you babble, and you swear this man doubles his efforts instead of offering you mercy. Your moans become louder, 

harder to suppress, and he tightens his grip in your hair. The sounds of skin against skin get more aggressive.

“Jouno- Sai, please,” you continue, practically begging at this point, and you can feel his hands twitch from where they’re holding and pleasuring you. A soft spot of his, perhaps, a weakness for begging? It’s shameful, but you’re too desperate, too close to release to care as you target and exploit that soft spot for all it’s worth. 

“Sai, please, I need to cum, please, I can’t- I can’t hold it,” you’re whimpering by now, tears threatening to spill over your lash line, but he just hums in response, still ramming into you and circling your clit skillfully, and soon, the knot in your belly unravels. You’ve lost.

Your back arches to an almost painful level as you climax, and the moment Jouno realizes what’s happening he lets out a breathy laugh and begins to suck at your neck to overwhelm you even further. The tears really do fall now, and you sob out his name as he pleasures you through your high, never stopping even as your hips twitch and jerk. Your grip on the desk tightens to the point where you feel you’re about to splinter the wood. Eventually, you reach that point where everything becomes sensitive, and a shudder runs through your body. You know he feels it— still, he doesn’t stop, choosing to bite down on the crook of your neck instead, and your eyes squeeze shut as a strangled moan leaves your lips.

“Too much,” you whimper, feeling the hot tears running down your cheeks and dripping off of your chin, yet the man just hums again, choosing to ignore you, getting off to the sounds of your overstimulation— you can’t keep your mouth shut, moans and cries and sobs spilling into the air. You don’t know how long he keeps you on that threshold— it could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but as he whispers that you can take it you hate that you want to prove him right. You let him mark you up, you let him hold your head back by the hair, you let him fuck you so hard you cry— you let him do everything he wants to do to you until you hear a satisfied moan slip from his own lips, and he finally slows down. He hasn’t finished yet, but as he twitches inside you, both of you panting and gasping for breath, you know he’s getting there. He pushes all the way in and bends over you, turning your head so you can look directly at him.

“Mm. Such a shame. Directly disobeying my orders not to cum. What happened to being good?” he clicks his tongue, and your face burns with shame. You move to apologize, but the sound dies on your tongue as he shushes you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of contact, but he shushes you again, spinning you around to face him. You grab onto him for support, so fucked out you’re off balance.

“I’m not done with you yet. On your knees.”

He regards you with a light smile as you blink up at him, still sniffing and crying from the previous overstimulation, but you drop down to the floor at his command, knowing better than to go against him. You clutch at the fabric of his pants for a moment as you kneel in front of him, trying to regain any semblance of composure, and you’re surprised that he loosens the hold on the chain leash and runs his hands through your hair, letting you get those few precious seconds of rest. Perhaps he knows you need it before he inevitably ruins you a second time. Regardless, you lean into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your scalp.

As expected, he only gives you a few seconds, but it’s seconds that are appreciated. It mellows you out, and you open your mouth without complaint once Jouno shuffles forward and tilts your head up with a hand, grabbing himself with the other and tapping his cockhead against your lips. He’s surprisingly gentle as he inserts himself into your mouth, still cradling your head, though you know that won’t last. You place your hands on his body and wait for him to take control as he usually does.

His first couple of thrusts are shallow, slow. He moves deeper, and as his tip hits the back of your throat you gag and whine— he hushes you, rubbing circles on your jaw with his thumb. Your eyes water again. 

Jouno pays no mind, letting out sighs of pleasure as he begins to thrust faster, harder, moving the hand not holding the leash to run through your hair again. You look up at him with watery eyes as you allow him to use you, and soon he’s fucking your mouth just as hard as he was fucking you earlier. Though it’s difficult to keep yourself together, though you’re crying unintentionally and drooling and overall ruined, he pacifies you by murmuring words of praise down to you. It’s satisfying to see him morph from smug to this— you watch as his eyebrows slowly knit together, mouth dropping open to let out light grunts, and the more he finds pleasure in your body, the redder his cheeks get. 

“Ah, you feel- you’re being so good for me, fuck,” he pants, and you peer up at him contentedly as he slowly begins to fall apart. A weak noise slips from your open mouth as he tightens the leash, now using it to pull you up and down on his cock, and his head falls back at the added sensation. He’s holding back his sounds still, though, and you can’t have that. You quickly swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulls back again, and that seems to loosen his lips. He lets out the most delicious moan you’ve ever heard, breathy and coated in pleasure, and he speeds up. 

“Keep doing that,” he commands, though it lacks any sort of bite— it’s more of a whine than anything else. His thrusts are getting sloppy, erratic, and you can tell he’s getting close. You obey eagerly, willing to do anything that lets you hear his wonderful noises again, and as you let your tongue go to work he moans again, yanking you by the collar harder. His thrusts are getting shallower, faster, and you know there’s only a matter of seconds before it’s over. His voice pitches up— his hand tightens in your hair— and with a final thrust deep into your mouth he cums, spilling down your throat with a low groan. He seems done, but you? You continue to gently bob your head and swirl your tongue as you swallow, wanting to coax as much from him as possible, and your efforts are rewarded with a whimper. It’s the sweetest reward you could ever be given.

Hastily, he pulls out of your mouth, regaining his composure. He holds your head away from him for a moment before he retracts his hand, making sure to stroke your jaw with his thumb a few times before doing so. You look up at him happily from where you’re kneeling below him, hands still on his body, and he lets out a shaky exhale before resting his hands on yours and gently nudging them off of him.

“I trust you’ve learned your lesson?” he says, always one to try and remain in control at all times, and you nod, leaning your head against his leg. You hum in affirmation, and he sighs, reaching down to stroke your hair again. It puts a smile on your face, and it widens as his smooth voice praises you again.

“Good girl. Don’t do it again or I’ll have to punish you a second time.”

The idea of it sends your heart racing despite yourself. A second punishment didn’t sound too bad at all. 

“…Don’t get too excited. I won’t be as nice next time.”

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #jouno x reader #jouno saigiku #saigiku jouno x reader #bsd saigiku #jouno smut #bsd smut

[kainyte]

you're all i have left ⎯ ft. childe angst bcs idk what else to do w/ my life pt. O1 : pt. O2

the fatui harbingers lead dangerous lives, including childe. with his newborn son, it's getting harder and harder to keep everyone safe. and as much as it pains him he might just have to leave.

notes : 1245 words of pure angst :DD

Ajax sighs, gently setting down the sleeping baby in the crib. His son. He has the same hair color as you, but he shares Ajax’s eyes. As the baby finally begins to settle, Ajax takes a step back.

The door is ajar, light from the hallway seeping in. You're asleep on your guys’ shared bed, arms curled against you chest.

Ajax misses when they were wrapped around him.

“I…” Ajax’s voice cracks, “I’m sorry,” he whispers to his son. Ajax knows the baby can’t understand, but he doesn’t care.

You’re a weak spot for him. Someone can easily exploit you to get to him. Or worse, someone could hurt you. Ajax can’t let that happen.

He kisses the baby on the head. Come morning, Ajax will be gone.

He’s about to leave the room quietly when he sees you stir in your sleep. You let out a soft sigh before settling back into sleep again.

Ajax is suddenly overwhelmed. He can’t just do this, he can’t just leave you here. He grabs the blanket from beside the crib and gently places it over your shoulders. He wants to wake you but he also wants what little rest you can get.

Ajax wants to stay.

But he can’t.

You slowly crack my eyes open, “Ajax? Why’re you up so late?” you move to the side of the bed, “Come back to bed.”

Archons. How can he do this. Tears well in the corner of his eyes, and he’s never been so thankful that darkness of the room hides them.

Ajax walks back to the bed. There’s something different about him.

Your eyes grow wide when you make a connection. He looks like he just woke up himself.

“I…” he pauses. He can’t tell you the truth. But he doesn’t want to lie to you. His eyes dart around the room as he struggles to come up with an excuse. “I saw that you were cold,” he lies.

You know. You’ve read him well enough. You know he’s lying but you know the truth would hurt more than the lie.

“You we’re going to leave?”

“Darling…” Ajax sighs, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. He’s holding you so close.

You’re everything he has, and the way he feels the tears that stream down your face and fall onto his shoulder makes Ajax’s resolve waver.

He doesn’t want to leave you.

He wants to stay.

But he can’t. He’s told himself that a million times tonight, his mind running endless scenarios of what can happen if his enemies ever find out about you. He loves you too much to stay.

Your grip on his shirt tightens, and you bury your face deeper into the crook in his neck. “Please…” Archons, you can barely see through your tears, “Please don’t leave. You’re all I have left.”

Ajax swallows hard. He hates the lies. He hates having to do this. His love for you is the biggest reason to stay.

Yet…

He has to.

Ajax looks you in the eyes.

Can you tell that something is wrong? Or do you believe the lie? Ajax is holding back tears as hard as he can. The words feel like rocks in his mouth. He hates himself for doing this but it has to be done, for both your safety and the sleeping child’s.

“Shhh,” he whispers in your ear, “go back to sleep.”

Your voice is wavering with every word you speak, “Not without you, please don’t to this to me, I cant…” Your voice trails off.

I can’t do this without you.

Ajax’s hands are shaking. He’s tries to hold back his tears but some have slipped free. He brushes cups his hands against your face.

You’re crying because of him, and it breaks his heart.

“Darling…” he replies softly, “listen to me. There are enemies trying to hurt me. They’re looking for me, not you. If I go then you can be safe our son can be safe.”

Ajax kisses the top of your head, “I love you. I always will but you’re not safe with me.”

“But it doesn’t matter! We can get through it… Ajax i can’t do this without you.” Your tears are freely streaming down my cheeks. Your voice breaks and you stare up at Ajax with a blurry vision.

You break Ajax. How you whisper to him, how desperate you look for him to just stay.

Your words do what Ajax’s resolve couldn’t. Ajax hugs you tightly, refusing to let go. He doesn’t want to do this, he doesn’t want to leave you.

But the world is a cruel place, and Ajax knows how much a burden he could be to you and your guys’ son.

The two of you are his everything.

Yet his words still taste like poison in his mouth.

Ajax kisses you. Slowly, gently, tasting every inch of your lips. His lips taste like salt from his tears, and the kiss holds no desire or lust.

Instead, his kisses are soft, sweet, and desperate.

He doesn’t want to go.

He refuses to.

But his kisses tell you that as much as his words refuse to, he might have to.

He knows the pain he’s about to cause, but he can’t bear causing more. So even if it physically hurts him to leave, he has to.

“I love you,” Ajax whispers. “I love you more than anything. I never want to leave you.”

“But, I have to.”

Ajax walks to the crib. He picks up the now crying baby and rocks him gently. He wipes away the baby’s tears as he continues speaking to the baby.

“Darling, listen to me, listen to me. You’re going to be okay, okay? I love you very very much, very very much and that will never change. Daddy will always love you, okay?”

He speaks through tears to his baby son. His words are strained but the emotion he feels is raw and honest.

Ajax looks back at you, wanting more than anything to kiss you one last time but knowing he would never be able to leave if he did.

With a final kiss on his son’s cheek, Ajax sets his baby down in the crib. He looks at you once more. There is a pleading in your eyes. In your eyes, he can see how much this is hurting you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers.

He’s about to leave.

Ajax looks at you one last time. He swallows hard, taking in every last detail of you. Your eyes. The shape of your lips. Your hair. In the darkness of night, he can see the stains of tears against your cheeks.

He knows he won’t see you again for a very long time, and his heart is breaking. The pain of letting go and the pain of holding on are tearing him apart. But he has to go.

Ajax backs towards the door.

And right before he opens it, he turns.

“Goodbye, darling. I love you.”

Ajax’s voice is thick as if he’s trying to fight off tears once more. He won’t win this fight. He can never win this fight, not against you. Not against your eyes, your lips, your love for him and him for you.

He leaves, shutting the door after him. It isn’t long before you hear the sound of footsteps on grass and then silence.

He’s gone. And you’re on your own.

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[the-kr8tor]

Seafoam on the shore

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Tags: Use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW drinking, CW food mentions, TW injury.

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You run as fast as you can, your feet flying off the muddy uneven streets. Huffing while a local copper yells at you to stop, his yells get more exhausted every second he chases after you. So far he isn't even near you, one of the few benefits of staying at a provincial fishing town is that the police are either too out of shape to catch you, their bellies round, definitely full of ale. Or they simply don't give a damn about a pickpocket, muttering to themselves how they're not paid enough to do a city cop's job.

Losing your balance, you silently curse at your worn down work boots. Sliding off the ground, skidding off down the streets, disturbing the hustle and bustle of the market. You hit a vegetable cart along the way, wood splintering, scratching your arms. Cabbages and carrots fly off, there's yelling and screaming around you and your legs are aching from the impact.

“Sorry!” You yell back to a disgruntled vendor.

He curses at you and your entire family for ruining his sale. You take a mental note to pay him back somehow when you're not currently occupied.

Digging your heels in, you come to a halt, you're lucky enough to get a hold on a lamp post. Glancing behind, you don't see the cop running after you but you're not taking any chances so you enter a tight alleyway. You know this village like the back of your hand, you have to or else seeing the inside of the jail would be waiting for you in the future.

Knowing there’s a pipe somewhere along the walls, you run your muddy hands along the bricks, the cramp walls touching your back and chest, you stop when your nail hits something metallic.

Your ears perk up at someone snitching, “fuck” without hesitation, you climb up the rusty pipe.

Hands digging into the metal. It creaks and groans, but it seems like lady luck is on your side when you reach the top with no problems.

Hearing hurried footsteps down below, you immediately lie low on the roof. Hiding yourself from his gaze. The cop glances around the alley, scratching his head, confused as to how you escaped without a trace.

“Damn” he mutters, completely winded.

You smile to yourself as he leaves. The sun bares at your back, cotton blouse sticking to your skin. Needing a bath is an understatement.

Standing up, you carefully tread the roof, avoiding floors that look damaged. You definitely don't want a repeat incident of what happened six villages ago. You can never get used to the view from up high, the sea blends in with the orange sky, melting together, blues, greens and reds mingle in harmony. The setting sun paints a picturesque scenery, draping everything it touches in its heavenly light.

Ships and fishing boats float above the waves as if they're dancing to the sound of the water splashing on its wooden sides.

Your hands instinctively reach for the necklace hidden under your blouse. Fingers tracing the etching of a flying bird that you know like the back of your hand.

Despite the open sea, you can't help but feel trapped. The docks beckon you over to somewhere you can't remember, somewhere where you can rest in peace, somewhere across the deep dark treacherous sea are people you can call your home. People who may have been looking for you all this time. Their faces are but a blur in your mind, voices a mere echo lingering in your heart. The pendant leaves a circular indent on your palms as you grip it tight.

Is it possible to miss someone you don't even remember?

Your train of thought gets interrupted by movement from a ship floating along the dock, a large sailboat whose wood differs from each one of its structures. You can tell from how some of it is painted gold and silver like the ones on royal ships, it looks like it was hastily hammered into regular oak with intricate carvings. Some wood blends better together, dark timber melding with ashen wood. Three cannons are lined on the sides, its metal having seen better days, no longer glimmering in the sunlight.

From where you're standing, the figurehead on the bow looks peculiar, like nothing you've ever seen traveling along coastal towns. A fierce creature with sharp teeth opening its jaws, eyes wide and alert. Its red scaly skin adds to its terrifying image. What's more peculiar is the lack of flag flying on its mast. An unknown ship from an unknown place tickles your curiosity.

You slink back down on the roof when a woman emerges from below deck, her blond hair shining under the sun. Another much taller one follows behind her. Raven colored hair flowing in the soft wind. They seem to be arguing, but you're completely bewildered as to how they're allowed to sail. All this time, you can't believe that you can actually step foot inside a boat, moreso sail on it.

This changes everything, you suppose.

You leave the roof, letting the women argue amongst themselves. Expertly hopping from awning to canopy, you land at your final destination, the White Salmon pub.

Jumping down, you land on a cart full of broken fishing nets, it's a miracle that you weren't tangled under all the mess.

Entering the rowdy pub, the smell of ale and pickled fish enters your nostrils. A bunch of sailors sing off key in the middle, too drunk to care about the ruckus they're making. You try to blend in with the drunk crowd, hiding behind people, weaving around them to sneak past the bar and upto the stairs leading up to your room.

“Oi! did ya think I wouldn't notice ya?”

You stop just about the foot of the stairs. Groaning in exasperation, quickly taking off the bandana tied around your face to conceal half of your face. You try your best to put your best smile, turning your charm up to a hundred.

“Hi, aunty Janet” you walk towards her like a child caught with their hands inside the cookie jar. “I got the butter you asked”

Janet huffs, eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed. You place the stick of butter in front of her like an offering to appease an angry God.

“Please don't tell me the coppers will be knocking on my doors again”

“That was one time! Besides I actually paid for this one” you push the butter towards her with your finger. She stares at it like you're giving her contraband.

You give her one charming smile, she sighs, taking the butter from the counter. “You're on thin ice, Y/N. Don't make me regret taking you in.”

“That was a year ago and look, I'm still here!”

“A year and a half, I counted because with every shit ya manage to pull, a strand of my hair turns white.” she points at her hair that's almost completely white. “This used to be black”

“I know, I'm sorry. I just need to–”

“To what? It always seems like you're hiding shit from me and Thena” She tries to hold your hand on the counter but you flinch away.

“Won't happen again, I promise.” A clear lie on your part, you'll just have to be better at sneaking. You vault over the counter to roll up your sleeves, clean yourself up and put on your apron.

“When will you learn, girl?”

“When the king sentences me to death himself!” grabbing an empty tray, you start clearing a nearby table. Janet pinches the bridge of her nose.

After dodging rowdy customers and a flying pint, Thena takes a break with you in the tiny corner of the tavern. She unabashedly sighs loudly, smelling of ale and lavender she hastily rubbed on to mask the scent of alcohol.

You side eye her with a tired smile, Thena sighs again, louder this time, a few patrons gaze your way.

“Alright, what's wrong?”

“Oh nothin' it's just Arthur's back again and he hasn't even glanced my way”

You flick your eyes towards the blonde patron nursing a pint, his green eyes meet yours, he smiles with his yellow teeth and you look away immediately, not from embarrassment, no, but from how you don't want his eyes on you.

Why in the world is Thena so smitten by someone like Arthur who comes and goes into the pub more than he goes inside a bathroom?

“You could do better, Thena. One that actually brings in coins instead of using them all in the pub or a brothel.”

“I know,” she sighs once again. Leaning closer to your side so you slide further away. “But he's the fittest bloke here though” whining, she puffs out her cheeks.

As if some divine comedy, Arthur beckons you over with a twist of his hand. You internally cringe.

Thena gasps, “I think he's finally taking notice of me!” She stands up, sauntering over to his table with the confidence of a newborn deer.

Before you could rescue her though, Janet yells at you from the other side of the room. “Get back to work, Y/N!” She signals with head, pointing towards a table by the corner.

You groan, lumbering your way towards the customers. His large back is turned away from you, brown hair neatly slicked back, clothes looking too neat and expensive for a dingy pub like the white salmon. His companion thumps her head on the wall lightly like she's trying to get water out of her ears. Her hair is cut short, glasses over her almond shaped eyes, clothes equally looking expensive but less neat than her large companion.

Her lips turn upwards once she sees you. “Finally some service” she stretches her legs out, noting how she's wearing trousers instead of the usual frilly skirts rich women wear.

“Sorry, what can I do for you?” You put on your customer service voice that's laced with mild annoyance. The man sits still like a rock, his back still turned away from you.

“Fish and chips, some pickled eggs and a pint.” She glances at her friend before groaning with a sly smirk. “And he'll have plain porridge, no seasoning, just porridge. It's better if it's days old. Right, Miguel?”

The man huffs, craning his neck to look over his shoulder. The single candle light on the table illuminates his chiseled face, turning his eyes crimson.

“A pint will do” his voice is gruff yet calm.

There's alarm bells ringing in your head, the tray falls from your shaking hands. Your heart thumps louder than the clanking metal.

“Careful there, it's bad to drink on the job” His friend’s comment falls on deaf ears as you stare at the man before you. His expression doesn't change except for how his eyebrows lift slightly.

It's been years, surely he doesn't recognize me as an adult, right?

You clear your throat, mustering the best smile you can do. “Sorry about that, I'll get your orders right away” leaning down to take the tray from the sticky floors, your necklace slips out of your blouse, the gold shimmering in the candle light.

He could burn you with just his stare.

Walking briskly, clutching the tray, its metal is uncomfortably cold on your skin. The pub seems to get louder and louder with every footstep, the laughter and rowdy singing makes you dizzy. Janet calls after you as you run up the stairs to your room.

Thinking fast, you lock the door, pushing your dresser to further lock it. Your mind races to the floorboards beneath your threadbare bed. With your bare hands you hastily take the wood out revealing a hollow hole containing your possessions.

There's loud booming footsteps climbing up the stairs. Followed by his voice calling your name.

“Fuck” without thinking, you take the bag from its hiding place, slinging it over your shoulder before you cross the small space to the window.

“Y/N, Please!” He keeps calling after you. “Let me just,” thump, “fuck!”

That's your signal to jump down.

Landing on your heels, you feel your knees aching from the fall. You hear your bedroom door slam open with a force that surely broke its hinges.

You run like you've ran from him like last time.

Suddenly, you're thirteen years old, weaving through the forest, vines prickling your legs as you wade through the thicket. White lilies are but a blur as tears flow freely from your eyes as you keep running without a destination.

Why? Aren't you enough? Did she not love you like you thought she did? What did you do to deserve being abandoned twice?

You're back to the present when he yells your name again. Your heart pounds loudly on your ribcage, lungs burning, you feel like you're about to collapse.

His companion also runs after you, screaming your name desperately.

But you have the upperhand. Using the moon as your guide, you climb up a house, its bricks protruding out of the walls, the place you used to climb to practice, but now you climb it to save your own skin.

Running from roof to roof, you feel a presence behind you. His thunderous footsteps echo into the cold night. You don't dare look behind.

The woman follows you from the ground, her heels clicking on the uneven sidewalk. “Y/N! Wait up–shit!” Without looking down, you hear her fall.

He screams your name again, the same one she called you back then.

You run furiously, jumping off the side only to keep running towards the docks. Panicking, you see a ship leaving the docks, its fishing net left hanging on the side. Without thinking, you make a break for it.

Sprinting on the old docks, you leap the huge gap. Miraculously, you take hold of the net, clinging to it with all your might. Entering the net, you ignore the smell of fish, watching as the place you once called home gets smaller and smaller.

You say goodbye to Janet, who kindly took you in without asking for anything in return. Who gave you a job and a room so you don't freeze and starve outside. Who took care of you when you fell ill to the cold.

You say goodbye to Thena, the only friend you've ever had, the longest friend you've ever had. The same Thena who taught you how to sew and mend your own clothes. Thena who taught you how to throw a punch when a handsy sailor tries to touch you.

Thena whom you've grown accustomed to calling you her sister.

You say goodbye to the fishing town you've only recently called your home.

You say goodbye to the man at the docks who's staring at your fleeing form, whose eyes are narrowed, almost pleading for you to come back.

A/N: There's no Hobie appearance in this chapter yet :( (next chapter though 👀)

Hope you like it, thank you for reading!

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[multifandomslxt]

Pleaseeeeeeee Can you please write something Vernon and Bang Chan about girlfriend (reader) feeling insecure about her body and always covering her tummy? And feeling insecure about the big boobs and tights pleaseee? 😭😩🥺

I've never done body worship thingy before so i was kinda lost but I still tried my best. i didn't want to make this too sweet I needed to stir that smut in bihh

I hope you like it <333333

VERNON

Vernon had realized recently that every time you sat down with someone or a group of people you would always grab a pillow to hide your tummy or your purse or your hands. He didn't know why...but he found it weird so he asked you about it "Baby why do you do that" he gestures to your lap because ironically you were doing right now on your couch, in the comfort of your own home. You were still ready to deny it but he beat you to it "Don't lie" You sighed and told him how you just didn't like how your tummy spilled over and touched your thighs "I just feel really unattractive when everyone can see" At first, he didn't say anything, only staring at you with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. As you were about to tell him to forget about the entire situation he interrupts you "But you're hot..." he says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. He just doesn't understand how you came to that conclusion. He moves the pillow from in front of you and rests it behind him and before you can use your hand to cover yourself you feel his warm hand start to stroke your stomach. Without warning he completely lifts your top with his other hand. Your tits were completely exposed. "see all this?" "I love every fucking bit. don't question me or second guess when I tell you how beautiful you are" he says sternly "and this" he slaps your thigh and grips it "fuck. if you knew what I go through every time i see them you would get all shy on me" "how about I show you?"

BANG CHAN

"You what?" the shocked voice of your boyfriend echoes through your shared apartment. Both of you were laid across your shared bed having your daily 'talk' You just told him that you wanted to go on a diet and naturally, your ever-so-inquisitive boyfriend asked why. You told him the truth of course "I just think I'm getting a bit...bigger?" You hesitate "specifically my thighs and stomach. Oh, and I also read somewhere that certain diets and exercises can help shrink your boobs so I wanna try that too" You finished and that's exactly how you ended up here. Your boyfriend was currently looking at you like you just grew a head out of your ass. however, that look quickly morphed into a stern one. "Oh shit, here we go." you thought. His jaw was clenched and his hands were rolled into fists. And the eye contact, oh the eye contact was lethal. "Get up and strip." he bellowed "Chan-" you began only to be interrupted by a sharp smack at the back of your thigh "Get up and strip and go stand in front of the mirror" you didn't bother to argue the second time, simply deciding to be obedient. In a couple minutes, you were completely naked in front of the mirror accompanied by nothing but heavy breathing and a burning gaze from your boyfriend who was now sitting at the edge of the bed, manspreading. "don't you fucking look away from that mirror. Keep your eyes on yourself" He announced. With purposeful steps, he made his way to you wrapping his arm around your bare waist and giving it a firm squeeze. "You think I'm gonna let you deprive me of this?" he groaned as he caressed your love handles. you whimpered, trying to not look away from yourself. "Every fucking curve, scar, roll, and inch of cellulite is mine." he whispered in your ear. As he said this his hands roamed all over your body before gripping your ass cheek. "Now repeat after me... and don't you fucking miss a word do you understand me?" "yes, baby" you replied you could feel him smile against your ear. "good girl" his hands left your ass and started to tease your clit. "say, I am beautiful." he starts "I am beautiful." you repeat immediately after, your voice shaky but thankfully you did well. "Every mark, every roll, and every curve" he continues still teasing your clit and making you clench your thighs together "E-every mark, Every roll, and -ah fuck- every curve" you cried out "Deserves to be loved and is loved." he begins to fuck you with his finger. You could feel your orgasm reaching. "Deserves s'to be loved and is Loved - Chan I'm gonna cum!" You screamed He nods at your words "Cum" and you did. it was so intense, your legs were shaking and your vision was blurry you were about to close your eyes until he gave you a sharp smack at the back of your thigh...again. "Don't look away from yourself" and you didn't. There standing in the reflection of the mirror was you. post-orgasm glow, with your stretch marks, cellulite, big thighs, and stomach on display. You were fucking gorgeous.

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[bellarkeselection]

Can you do a logan short were there at a wedding but the reader is hiding something from him and he pulls her outside asking her what she was hiding and she tells him shes prgeant with his baby

A Little Wolverine

Logan and I were invited to the wedding of Erik and Raven that was being held at the school for the gifted that my brother opened to help mutants control their powers and live in society with humans. Brushing my hands down my little blue dress I sighed needing some air so I stepped up outside. The wind blows my hair in my face feeling someone standing in the doorway watching me. "Y/n, is everything alright. You're barely spoken a word the whole night?" Logan's voice filled the air where I glanced over my shoulder giving him a simple answer to my boyfriend. "Yeah everything's fine. Just needed some air."

I heard his boots hit the wooden floor before he gently grabbed my shoulder turning me around so I was facing him. He has his brows raised giving me the look when he knew something was wrong and that I was lieing to him. There was no point in me reading his mind so I just looked at the ground. "Y/n, I'm not a telepath. I can't read your mind. Please tell me what you're keeping from me or I'll go get your brother and make him tell me." He wasn't kidding either he would drag Charles by his wheelchair. "Logan, you're right. I am lieing...only because I don't know how you'll react...that I'm pregnant and it's yours." Clutching my eyes closed I waited for him to storm out. Considering we never talked about having children before we slept together.

"I'm gonna be a father...like for real. This isn’t a mind game?" He asked making me take his hands in mine reassuring him. "It's not a trick. You know I'd never mess with your mind without permission." Suddenly he picked me up spinning me around I'm circles laughing where I gripped his jacket in my hands. Once he sits me on my feet he cups my face in his hands crashing his lips onto mine. I smiled leaning up on my toes since he's taller than me wrapping my arms around his neck. "We're gonna have a little wolverine baby." He rests his forehead against mine grinning down at me.

Let me know if I don't get the personality of his character right

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[drsp00ky1]

Hi I have a request how about sick clingy monkeys? Like (fem) s/o is some how stuck taking care of macaque/ wukong(separate) who is running a deliriously high fever and is over clingy and affectionate?

Sick Affectionate Sun Wukong x Reader

Sun Wukong X Reader

He’s in straight up denial that he’s actually ill and try’s his best to hide it from you. If you even try to bring up the fact that he’s coughing every five seconds (especially that fact that he was coughing up blood) or that he has boiling hot to the touch, he would just simply fake laugh and say “Babe have you forgotten that I am Sun Wukong? Great Sage! Equal To Heaven! I can’t get sick, come on sweetheart don’t make me laugh” he would say relatively confident for someone who started coughing their lungs out in the middle of talking or he would say “why am I coughing so such? T-The air… is really thick! Yeah! erm I can barely breathe” he would say pulling on his shirt collar then opening a nearby window and if you mention the fact he’s boiling hot he would smugly say “oh sweetheart, I’ve always been hot and not to mention handsome” he says with a toothy grin that left you flustered.

He only admits to being sick after he passes out, he’s not out for long only like two minutes but enough to make you worry about him. He still try’s to make excuses to slip away like “I have training with Mk today though imagine his sad face when I don’t turn up” you just roll your eyes and tell him that you’ll text Mk and tell him that trainings off today, he only sighs and finally gives in for real this time.

Taking care of a sick Sun Wukong can be quite a handful since he’s just so clingy, you could be checking his temperature and he’d grab your hand out of nowhere and pull down into his furry chest and rest his chin on your shoulder nuzzling into your neck, when you tell him to get off you because you don’t wanna get sick to he just says “just five more minutes” he would mumble before going to sleep and drooling all over you neck and shoulder and had tried to escape multiple times but he and an iron grip on your waist and was holding you close you couldn’t help but admit that it was actually really nice. When you went to go out to buy ingredients for soup he would be whining and begging for you not to go “Sweetheart I don’t need soup I need you right now” as much as this made your heart flutter you knew he hadn’t eaten all day and some soup would help him get better. After you finish the soup he’s begging you to feed it to him “babe my hands are feeble and weak if I tried to feed my self I’m afraid I’d spill it all over myself and hurt myself” so much for being ‘Sun Wukong Great Sage Equal To Heaven’ you rolled your eyes as you shoved the spoon in his sarcastic, cocky mouth to shut him up, you love him but sometimes he’s to much for you.

After all that he was better in a day, turns out that he wasn’t sick he was just poisoned, you thought it was a bit weird that he was sick since demons don’t get sick often especially Sun Wukong.

Sick Affectionate Macaque x Reader

Six-Eared Macaque x Reader

Like Wukong he try’s his best to hide the fact that he’s sick but to not worry you or make you ill as well. If you suggest that he’s sick since he’s coughing a bit too much he just says “oh it’s just allergies nothing to worry about sweetheart” he says fake sneezing, sniffing and coughing (well not so fake coughing) so that you’d drop the subject and leave him alone. The more sick he gets the harder he finds it to hide from you “come sweetheart I already told you I’m not sick I’m a demon remember? we don’t get sick” he would say slightly annoyed that you didn’t believe him (even though it was a lie). He finally admits that he’s sick after he throws up on you, he apologising so much “oh shit I’m so sorry” poor boy is almost in tears that he threw up on you and is trying his best to wipe it off you.

He’s way easier to take care of then Wukong except the fact that he doesn’t want you to help him since you’d get sick to and he doesn’t want to throw up on you again “I’m fine honestly you don’t have to do all this stuff just you being here makes me feel better” he said putting his hand on top of yours making you a flustered mess. When you make him soup he’s so grateful to have you in his life “god I love you so much” he would say as he sat up and kiss you on the forehead as he took the bowl and drank the soup. After he finishes he’s with the soup he pulls you down into his chest, when you ask him why he did that he just smirked and pulls you closer “what? you help me go to sleep you do want me to get better don’t you?” He said snuggling into you.

When he gets better bro’s ecstatic but it didn’t last long since now you were sick too.

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[findafight]

That's vaapad. Is the first thing Dustin thinks, barely registering that the one dropped into a defensive stance, indigo 'sabre held tightly, is Steve.

Spacer Steve. Cocky, charming, snarky, kind, jaded, force-null Steve. Holding a lightsaber the colour of Illium's sky just past sunset, when it turns from dusk to night, stars flickering on, Steve is furiously stabbing and slashing at Vader in a way few know how to.

Because Vaapad was Master Windu's form, one he partially invented. One that very few had the control and discipline to practice without slipping too far into the Dark. Dustin had only seen Master Windu in exhibition duels, not full combat. It's very different when it's real, Dustin thinks.

Beside Steve, complimenting every move with synchronicity that comes from only the deepest and sacred of trust, is Robin. Robin who is a bit clumsy and doesn't like blasters, who drifts off in her own world sometimes, who's hands flutter whenever they feel. Where his is the cusp of night, Robin's saber is a brilliant sunrise orange, a blur as she pushes into Vader's defenses.

"go!" Steve yells, his focus slipping for a moment enough that Vader knocks his weapon from his hands. Dustin cannot move, cannot feel the tugging of Lucas on his jacket, or Mike shaking his shoulders.

Until they found El, who had barely escaped years of inquisitor conditioning, he had been alone. Had thought himself one of the only Jedi left. He had told Steve and Robin this, and they had looked at each other for a long moment. Steve had said "we are no Jedi, but we will protect you."

But he'd lied. They were Jedi, now facing down a sith.

Robin throws her own 'sabre to Steve even as she pulls his to her hand. They wield the blades as naturally as their own.

"RUN, NOW!"

Steve doesn't look away from Vader, but releases the double grip he has and throws his hand toward them, an invisible shove that pushes them all back to the door. To the shuttle. To safety.

Someone pushes Dustin away from the doors, and he watches as Vader raises his first in tandem with Robin's feet lifting off the ground. Steve is clutching his leg even as he reaches towards her.

The doors close.

Dustin doesn't realize he's screaming until Erica slaps her hands to his cheeks and forces him to look at her. "You need to pull it together. It's not gonna help them if we just get caught now."

He nods. Mike warns them to strap in for the jump to hyperspace. The jolt barely registers over his shaking.

"hey, man. How...uh. how are you doing?" Lucas's voice is softer, max standing behind him, clutching his hand so hard his fingers are squished together.

All he can gasp out is "why didn't they tell me?"

The rest are silent for a moment. It's a betrayal, this secret Robin and Steve kept. Dustin has been alone, for so long. He wanted to be close to his lost culture, to the people that are now few and far between, scattered in the stars and hiding. Why would they deny who they were? Their own People? When they could have taught him so much, revived something thought lost.

Gently, Lucas sits down, pulling Max beside him, and weaves his fingers between Dustin's trembling ones. They sit together for a long time.

Eventually, Lucas swallows loudly.

"I think..." Lucas, Dustin realizes, has been shaking too. They have all watched their friends, people who they love and have spent so much time with, sacrifice themselves to protect them all from the Emperor's guard dog. "I think that they were protecting us, by not saying anything."

"what?"

"Dustin. They're in their twenties. They probably fought in the Clone Wars. I just. I don't think they lied, really, about themselves."

Dustin rears back. "they said they weren't Jedi! That's a lie!"

Erica stirs, from Dustin's other side. He hadn't realized she was holding him.

"maybe it's not to them. Maybe...maybe they think of themselves as people who used to be Jedi. But aren't anymore. Maybe that's how they dealt with the war."

"but..." Dustin has never considered himself anything other than a Jedi, cannot comprehend shrugging it off even in the face of the Empire. "But why?"

Max, who has been silent, sniffs. "Because everything else they said was true." Mike, who retired from the cockpit Will and joined their cuddling hums questioningly.

She sighs. "Steve fell in love during the war, and planned a future raising little babies with whoever it was. Robin had a grand romance that was never meant to be with a politician or something. They've known each other since they were small."

"just now, we know they were doing that while fighting the Separatists." Lucas said.

"exactly. Think about it. I don't know who Steve could have fallen in love with, but... Mike. Didn't your sister have to work with a Jedi Padawan a few years before the Clone Wars? Didn't you say she got...weird? After? Robin was always weird about your last name..."

Mike goes stuff, even as Dustin barely registers anything about his sister, focusing on who Steve could have loved. A horrible, horrible possibility comes to mind that makes too much sense for how sad, heartbroken, confused Steve was about the "break up".

"oh stars." Says Mike. "Robin was the Jedi Nancy fell in love with before she fell for Jonathan. Oh no. She even said the Jedi had an orange 'sabre. Holy kark!"

Dustin sobs. Erica presses her face into his shoulder.

"Steve fell in love with a Clone." Bursts from his lips.

"what?" There's an overlap of voices. Shock, horror, confusion mixed together.

He shrugs. "It's the only thing that makes sense. Max, remember when he told us? About when they decided to be together? He said his--his love" and Dustin doesn't know if he says it as a dirty thing because the Clone troopers killed his family, or because Jedi very rarely had romantic relationships and he was still too young to understand the complexities of them for Jedi, or something else entirely. "Wanted to raise his little brothers. Protect them. Steve wanted...well I guess he must've wanted to be a creche master. They wanted to do it together. In the temple, at home."

Max joins. "He said That they'd spent a long time working together with his Ma, so--oh kriff, his force damned Master! That has to be it, right Dustin? That's like a parent for Jedi right? He...Steve said he watched her die. Watched...watched his lover die."

They are all silent, for a moment.

"do you think...do you think Steve had to kill him?" Mike asks, when only the rumble of hyperspeed fills the space.

Max counters with "Robin said she was on Coruscant when the Republic fell. What do you think she had to do? What she saw?" Dustin knows. Dustin saw the hallways. Saw the men in white armour who they all thought were friends massacre them in their home, led by some sith apprentice.

"I think they did what they had to to keep each other alive." Will says.

No one can argue with that.

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[with-love-from-hell]

Ashes

Written for Gn!mc

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairing: Lucifer x Mc

Cw: depression implication, self-loathing

A/n: I wrote this at 4am when I couldn't sleep and was in my feelings.

"Darling, what seems to be troubling you?" Lucifer sighs, easing himself down on the bed by your feet. He caresses your calf, running his thumb along the muscle. The movement was intentional enough that you could feel it through the weight of your duvet, but gentle enough that it felt like a mere tickle.

"I'm fine." The lie slipped through your teeth easily. Anyone else would have left you too your swarm of negative thoughts and emotions, passing off the dismissive lie as you just being fatigued or in need of some alone time...but Lucifer knew you better than anyone else. What's more, he's someone you found difficult to lie to.

Lucifer sighed, squeezing your calf through the blanket. "Come now, Mc. You needn't hide things from me."

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill past your eyelids. What could you even say? You couldn't exactly pinpoint the thing that had put you in a dour mood. The whole day seemed to weigh on you like an anvil, each mild inconvenience or small stress seeming to cause the weight to grow heavier and heavier until you could no longer carry it. Lucifer was a logical man- a man of reason. If you were to tell him that you didn't know what had you so down, you could just imagine the annoyed response he'd give. Sure, he loved you. You knew that. But he only had so much time, energy, and patience to give. If you didn't have anything to offer as a reason for your suffering, then you weren't worthy of the effort it took to console you.

"...Mc." Lucifer repeated your name, but the normal stern tone his voice would take when his brothers didn't respond to their name being called wasn't there. It was soft, laced only with concern and a desire to sooth.

"I...I dont know..." You glance to him uneasily as the tears slipped past your eyes. You close them, not wanting to look him in the eyes as you began to cry, feeling shameful for not having the words to explain your emotions, and for burdening the busy demon with your problems.

In an instant, Lucifer gathered you in his arms. He situated you in his lap so that he could cradle you close to his chest, letting your tears freely stain his freshly pressed suit. His thumb circled the center of your back, tracing the bumpy parts of your spine that stoof out slightly from the rest of your skin.

Your breaths caught in your throat as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing, but it only made the tears fall harder. You cursed yourself, not liking that you looked so pitiful in front of the Avatar of Pride. He surely must think you're a fool.

Squeezing your eyes shut tighter, you clung to him, scolding yourself for being such a mess. Your thoughts were mean- some down right abusive- as you chastised your inability to save face, and questioning your worth to the man who always sacrificed so much for you- and for what? So you can have a breakdown in his arms; blubbering incoherently because you can't place why you're just so fucking sad.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." your voice cracks as you mutter out the words into his chest. "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, there's no reason to apologize." He cooed, barely resting his chin atop your head. "We needn't discuss what's causing your heartache right this instant. Take all the time you need."

He contunued rubbing circles into your back, rocking you ever-so gently side-to-side. Its during times like this that he wonders how you would feel if you could read his thoughts. Clearly, your lowly opion of yourself was projected onto him, while he saw you as his entire world. If you were hurting, then he was too. If he could, he would bring all three realms to their knees in order to protect you, and he wanted so desperately for you to believe that. He knew that after going so much of your life feeling nothing but animosity toward yourself would result in this knowledge taking a significant amount of time to seep in...but the desperation he felt in needing you to see what he saw when he looked at you was immense. Just once, he wished he could show you how much you meant to him- and to his family, as well. And he internally cursed the individual or individuals who made you believe you were worthless.

He took a shallow breath, humming contently as he gripped you tighter. For now, he needed to push that aside. What mattered now was that you needed him, no matter the reason. And when you needed him, he was there.

Always.

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[greymoonfeelings]

Beauty Over Brains

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!Reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: you loved your husband for many reasons, one of them being that magic mouth of his.

warnings: smut, fem receiving oral, dirty talk

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“You’re such an idiot,” You snort watching as Phoenix walks away proudly, having just tricked your husband out of ten dollars.

“This isn’t news, honey. You know you’re the beauty and the brains in this relationship.”

“You’ve got plenty of beauty and brains, Bradley.”

“Yeah, but which did you marry me for?”

“Hmmm let me think,” You pretend to put a lot of thought into the question. “Beauty. Amongst other things.”

“Oh yeah? What other things?” Rooster eyes you suspiciously.

“Your monster cock. They don’t call you Rooster for nothing.” You wink.

“Oooh la la, tell me more mon amour.”

“I definitely married you because of that magic tongue of yours too. The way you ravish me, devouring my pussy like it’s the Great Depression and I’m the first meal you’ve had in days.” You continue dramatically.

“If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life you know it’d be you, darling.”

“I wish I could say the same, but I’d have to choose mac and cheese.”

Rooster lets out a loud gasp and throws his hands over his heart as if you’ve deeply offended him.

“You wouldn’t choose my monster cock?”

“Hmmm, now that you mention it, Hangman’s ass might be a good last meal.”

“You’ve been stepping out on me? and with Hangman of all people?” Rooster pretends to be even more offended by the mention of his frenenemy.

“Never, my love.” You assure him. “Although I may consider it. He looks like he knows how to use what God gave him.” You turn your head to look at your mutual friend across the bar.

Rooster follows your gaze and watches as Hangman thrusts his hips into the air, celebrating his pool game win.

“Suck on that, baby!” Hangman yells, getting in Coyote’s face.

You and your husband laugh at his ridiculousness.

“You think that idiot could fuck you better than me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you should prove to me he couldn’t.” You challenge.

Rooster knows you’re just teasing, but he can’t help but grow hot at the thought of someone else getting to have you the way he does. It brings out something animalistic in him and he feels the insatiable need to show you right here and right now why you’ll never need another man.

He gets down from his bar stool and pulls you off yours, placing you in front of him to hide his growing erection.

“Feel that, baby? You drive me fucking crazy.” He whispers into your ear in a husky tone.

Rooster leads you through the crowded bar, waving away your friends when they call out to ask where the two of you are going.

Soon, you’re stumbling through the sand as Rooster’s lips attack your neck, causing you to giggle and squirm away from his grasp. Once you’re free, you start running towards the nearby house you were renting while he chases after you.

You couldn’t open the door fast enough and by the time it's shut, your husband has you pushed up against it, caging you in with his muscular body. You’re taken aback as his lips are on yours faster than you can register, but soon you’re kissing him with just as much passion.

He desperately shoves his tongue into your mouth, and runs his hands underneath your shirt, rubbing against the bare skin of your torso and snaking up to grope your breasts.

“Jesus, Rooster. Slow down.” You laugh as he moves his mouth down along your jaw.

“Can’t help myself. You drive me wild, woman.”

He peppers kisses all over your face, one on your mouth, your cheeks, and your nose, causing you to laugh out again.

“Your mustache tickles.” You playfully push away his face.

“Don’t lie, honey, you know you love the way it feels.”

“Mmm especially when you’re down there.”

You tangle your fingers in his curls and gently push him down. Rooster gladly gets down on his knees, undoing the button of your shorts.

He stops for a second to read the words embroidered into the denim behind the zipper.

“Lucky you.”

“Cute, don’t you think?” You grin down at him when you realize why he’s stopped.

He pulls off your bottoms and panties, helping you step out of them before discarding them across the room.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself, baby. I’m a lucky man because this pussy is all mine.”

He emphasizes the last word before throwing your legs over his shoulders and carrying you over to the kitchen island.

He lays you down and immediately runs his tongue through your folds, parting them. Rooster’s hands grab onto your thighs, pushing them open farther so he has better access to your pussy.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He spits, letting it dribble down to your hole before diving back in. He licks a stripe up your cunt, your hips buck up against his face when his tongue lands on your clit and flicks it. He closes his lips around it, sucking on the delicate bud.

He knows it drives you wild when he plays with your clit. it’s the quickest way to have you writhing against his tight grip, but tonight he wants to take his time.

With a final graze of his teeth that sends shivers through you, Rooster moves his mouth down. He spends some time circling your dripping entrance, each run of his wet tongue against your needy pussy causes you to whimper and he swears it’s the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.

Rooster’s hot mouth covers you as he sticks his tongue into your core. he moans in ecstasy at the taste of your sweet cunt as he begins fucking you with his rigid tongue.

Rooster becomes a crazed man when he eats you out. The way he attacks your pussy is purely animalistic. He vigorously shakes his head between your legs, coating his face with your arousal. He’s doing things with his tongue you didn’t even know were possible until you met him. You’d be jealous that he had so much experience with pussy eating, no doubt from other women if you didn’t get so much pleasure from it.

You grip his curls, helping yourself to grind against his face. Rooster’s deep groans reverberate through you, adding to the pleasure. With every shake of his head, his nose bumps against your clit, and you are consumed with an overwhelming feeling like your body is being set alight.

As he pushes you closer to the edge, your hips struggle against the hold he has on your pelvis.

“Oh my god! I can’t anymore! I’m gonna cum!”

Rooster doesn’t verbally respond, but his fingers dig into your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises as he prepares for your orgasm.

You come undone with a shout of his name as he laps at your entrance, savoring your juices as your ride out your orgasm, but once you’ve calmed down he doesn’t stop. He shoves two fingers in your pussy, curling them as his mouth moves towards your clit.

“Rooster.” You whine trying to close your thighs around his head.

“Be a good girl and give me one more.” He plunges his fingers in and out of you, the lewd sounds of wet squelching filling the air.

“God!” You cry out.

“Not God, just me.” He smirks at you as his fingers continue to work you towards another orgasm.

His thick fingers stroke the fire inside you, pushing against that sweet spot and filling you in a way that only came second to his cock. With a few more twists of his fingers, you’re screaming again as you gush all over his digits.

“Fuck.” Rooster moans as he slips his fingers out of you and brings them into his mouth, sucking them clean. “You taste so good.”

“Now it’s time to show that pussy of yours that nothing will ever compare to my cock. That idiot Hangman couldn’t fuck you the way I do on his best day.”

#heather writes #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster smut #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader

[formulacherry]

Little drabble about Lando coming out to Tom Daley.

“Thanks for that, mate! You were great.” Tom says and Lando smiles.

He’s always liked Tom. Admired his bravery and his dedication to his sport. He was sort of a role model for Lando growing up as a gay, British athlete. If there’s one person who he feels he can confide in, it’s Tom.

“Hey, can I— uh. Can I talk to you about something?”

Tom pauses from where he’s packing up his things and nods, very seriously, then leads them away from the few lingering press representatives.

“So, you’re gay.” Lando says flatly.

Tom’s eyebrows raise slightly. “I am, yeah.”

God, fuck. Lando’s sweating like he’s just done 50 laps in Qatar. His heartbeat going a million miles an hour. He doesn’t really know how to go about this. Fuck it, just bite the bullet and all that.

“I— uh, I guess, like, same?” Eloquent, as always.

“That’s, wow. That’s wonderful, Lando. I appreciate you trusting me with this.” He drops a hand onto Lando’s shoulder and squeezes it in what is quite possibly one of the most comforting gestures Lando has ever received.

He feels like a weight has been lifted for some reason. It’s not like him and Tom are especially close, he’d barely call them friends to be honest, but he still feels like he can open up to him.

“My boyfriend and I, we really admire you. And Dustin. Just think you guys are really brave with everything you’ve done. Especially you because like, athlete stuff.”

It feels stupid coming out of his mouth but Tom’s smile turns soft and Lando wonders if he’s thinking about his husband.

“You’ve got a boyfriend, that’s great!”

“Yeah, he’s— not like, out. Like, neither am I, but at least all the important people in my life know. He’s not out to anyone except his manager and trainer.”

Tom seems to ponder something for a moment and Lando waits, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans.

“Lando, forgive me if I overstep. But, is your boyfriend Carlos?”

Lando’s blood runs cold. He knows he can’t deny it now, that his expression and reaction have definitely given it away. He silently curses the fact that he’s never been good at hiding his emotions.

“How did you know?” It comes out as almost a whisper.

Tom’s smile grows even softer, if that’s possible. “You can see it in the way you talk about him, Lando.”

Lando’s phone starts frantically buzzing in his hand and he internally curses Zak as he looks down and sees his stupid smiling face staring up at him.

“Sorry, I— fuck sake, it’s my boss.”

“All good, mate. I have to get going anyway. It was great catching up.” He pulls Lando into a one armed hug that Lando falls into willingly. “Also, I have an exceptional gaydar. Carlos is very obviously, not straight. Great DSL’s too, if that’s not too forward.”

Lando barks out a laugh. He’s not wrong. Definitely not wrong.

“Thanks, Tom. For everything.” Lando says and Tom nods at him before he leaves.

His phone starts vibrating again and Lando considers throwing it against a wall but when he looks down this time it’s not Zak, it’s Carlos.

“Hey!” He says brightly and smiles when he hears Carlos’ voice on the other line.

“Hola. How did it go?”

“Yeah, it was good. He’s really nice. Easy to talk to.”

There’s a short pause before Carlos asks; “did you tell him?”

They’d discussed it the previous evening, lying in bed together. Lando had been restless with the need for someone else to know about their relationship. They decided Tom was as good a person as any.

“I did, yeah. He— he asked if we were together.”

Carlos hums. “Mmm, and you said yes?”

“Yeah, don’t reckon I could’ve hidden it very well if I tried to lie. Is that— okay?”

“Of course. If you trust him, then I do too. I am very proud of you.”

Lando lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.

“Thank you. I have to go, but I’ll see you when I get home, yeah?” He considers just packing up all his things and heading home now, spending the rest of the day curled up with Carlos in their flat, but figures Zak probably wouldn’t be on board with it.

“Yes, I will be here. Have a good rest of your day. I love you.”

Lando smiles. “I love you too. Always.”

“Always.”

#lando norris #carlos sainz #carlando #carlando fic #mine

[backpackgoldfish]

Don’t Let Me Go - Part 3

Summary: After the death of her Father, Y/n finds solace in the arms of her father’s best friend... Aaron Hotchner.

Pairing: Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Series warnings: death, murder, smut (I plan to write lots of smut😈) age gap (reader is 18 or older and Aaron is in his 40s I think)

Series masterlist

Sorry for the wait and also sorry for those of you who may looking for some spice at the end of this chapter I didn't realize I was working on the next chapter when I asked, so things will be heating up soon just not in this chapter... technically...

Also I I didn't really edit this cause I forgot about it so please excuse any mistakes

As the sun rises both Aaron and Y/n lie awake, physically separate but mentally in the same place. Neither one has stopped thinking about the kiss all night. The young girl hasn’t stopped touching where his lips were on hers since she entered her room, she never wants to forget the feeling. She knows what she did was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself. He just looked so good in the darkness of the night, a darkness they could hide in from the rest of the world. In truth she isn’t sorry for what she did, kissing him felt amazing, and she’d do it again, but she’s sorry for how this might change their relationship. And now she’s scared to face him in the light of the morning.

The older man on the other hand, feels like this is all his fault. He wonders if he led her on in some way, somehow made her believe he was interested in her in anyway but platonically. Aaron tries to convince himself the reason he enjoyed the kiss was not because it was with Y/n but because he hasn’t been kissed in so long. He tells himself if he was in his right mind when it happened it wouldn’t have happened, and maybe it wouldn’t have, but it did. Now he must live with it.

At least he stopped it when he did. Just imagine if he hadn’t come to his senses and let that girl climb into his lap, that would have been so much worse. He wouldn’t have been able to stop then. And you can’t just sweep something like that under the rug, pretend it never happened, or convince yourself it was a momentary lapse in judgment, that you just lost control for a bit, no. no, if that had had happened he would be in a world of trouble and guilt.

As his thoughts wander towards the idea of if he let her climb into his lap, he finds himself wondering if she’d feel as good as he imagines, would he be able to let her go or would he grow addicted. He feels like she would be so easy to get addicted to. Does she taste as good as her lips do? No! Aaron, get ahold of yourself.

The older man decides to get up and get dressed hoping it’ll help clear his mind. But as he stands from the couch, he gets distracted by the sound of someone reaching the bottom of the stairs. He turns and meets Y/n’s gaze. Her eyes widen in slight panic, not fully ready to face him yet. But before she can stop her stop herself her sight drops to his bare chest, his shirt discarded in the middle of the night trying to get more comfortable, blaming heat for his insomnia. But then her eyes drop a little lower… She realizes what she just did at the same time Aaron does, and as a deep blush blooms over her face she abruptly turns and heads to the kitchen.

“Y/n we should talk.” Aaron speaks as he quickly put back on his shirt before following after her. Y/n opens the fridge and starts pulling out things to make breakfast.

“Do we have to?” She doesn’t look at him as she responds, focused on pulling out the eggs and setting them on the counter before closing the fridge door.

“Yes.” She turns and looks up at him, but she doesn’t know what to say. He steps closer to her until he stands right in front of her, she feels so small with him towering over her, and as he looks down it’s like he sees her for the first time. As the beautiful woman she’s become and not just his best friend’s daughter. “Last night…” Aaron starts but trails off as he searches her face for how she’s feeling.

“Please don’t… Please don’t try to profile me.” She whispers. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I didn’t mean to, and it won’t happen, okay?” her voice is shaky, and she fights the tears that want to form in her eyes.

Aaron doesn’t know what comes over him, maybe it’s the same thing that happened to Y/n just a few hours before, but somehow, he finds himself grabbing her face and pressing his lips to hers. Y/n moans quietly into the kiss, her hands fisting at his shirt, trying to get him closer. He presses her back against the edge of the counter making her gasp at the abruptness of the whole thing. Her lips are so soft, and her kisses are so delicate. The make him feel like a different man, they make him forget the harsh reality that is his life, make him forget all the terrible things he sees every day. He thinks maybe this is what he needs now, her sweetness, her light. he’s become so cold he needs her warmth. Their lips move so perfectly against each other.

So wrapped up in one another they almost don’t hear as the two little boys charge down the stairs, but the excited voices alert them of the approaching children. The break away from each other as quickly as they can. Y/n busies herself with the food on the counter while Aaron goes to the coffee maker on the other side of the kitchen.

The boys run to Y/n excited for breakfast, hoping to get her to make waffles and bacon. Both the boys are still in their pajamas just like Y/n and Aaron. And for a moment as Y/n looks at everyone, she pretends this is her life, making breakfast for her family, on her husband’s day off. She imagines they would spend the whole day in pajamas just being together, running around outside and playing games together, then at night they’d watch a movie and when the kids fall asleep her and Aaron would carry them up to bed and tuck them in before retiring to their own room, and maybe they’d try for another baby once they’re alone…

But her daydream breaks when she gets a reminder of reality in the form of her mother entering the kitchen, dressed and ready for the day, presumably to give off the appearance of being put together in the presence of company. Y/n wants to roll her eyes; you don’t have to be perfect every second of the goddamn day. Your husband just died maybe try to act like you care and stop using it as an excuse for attention. The young girl wants to scream at her mother but keeps her thoughts to herself, maintaining the perfect daughter role just like how her mother raised her.

“Morning mom.” Y/n greets with a smile. “Going somewhere?” she does her best to hold back her annoyance as she pulls out a bowl to start the batter. Y/n had agreed to Ben and Jack’s request without even realizing it, to caught up in her own imagination.

“No.” her mother laughs softly. “I always get dressed before coming down for breakfast, remember?” Diane gives her daughter the look again, and this time Y/n knows she can’t ignore it.

“You’re right, I guess I just never noticed, silly me.” The girl gives her best fake smile and her mother does the same back, the tension between the two fills the room with an awkwardness that is hard to ignore, poor Aaron just standing to the side has to listen to the two.

“Oh Aaron, let me do that.” Y/n notices the tone of her mother’s voice and stares at her in utter disbelief.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Y/n nearly crushes the whisk in her hand as she watches her mother put her hand on Aaron’s arm. Thankfully, Aaron steps out of the way as Diane finishes making coffee. But Y/n has to hide her little smirk as Aaron joins her to help make breakfast.

“What can I do?” Aaron asks with a little twinkle in his eye as he looks down at Y/n.

“Um, can you do the bacon?” she asks him so sweetly, with the same twinkle reflecting in her own eyes, he couldn’t say no if he wanted to. He nods as she hands him the picture of meat, their fingers linger for just a second as they touch in passing. She ducks her head as she smiles getting back to making waffles. She touches her lips for just a second, thinking something incredible is starting, while Aaron internally beats himself up and tells himself after today, he won’t see Y/n for a while.

Maybe it’s time to go back to work, he thinks. But as he glances at Y/n, seeing her smile at his son, asking if he wants to help her pour the batter into the waffle maker, he knows work won’t help.

He’s fucked.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #dad's best friend #forbidden relationship #george foyet #george foyet x reader #hotch x reader #jack hotchner #dont let me go #dlmg

[colderdrafts]

11: What do we do now?

The Great Assembly, gender neutral reader x monster (male naga). Sfw. Previous Next

"Where are you?”

It’s a question you’re not inclined to answer. Heavy footfalls are approaching your hiding place.

“I would never hurt you, you know I wouldn’t! So why are you running?”

You put a hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing. Don’t see me. Don’t see me. Please please please don’t see me -

It’s brief, a small flash of red in the dark passes by your hiding place, but it’s enough. You startle, and the smallest of whines escapes you.

“I heard that~” they drawl, and red returns to your field of vision.

You know the gig is up.

You burst out of the cabinet you were hiding in, dashing outside and into the cold night air. Your bare feet patter loudly over the icy pavement.

Someone is yelling your name and it carries a demand, prickling like needles and tugging at the strings running under your skin; Come back. Come back. COME BACK.

You don’t know how long you’ve slept for, but when you wake it’s with a start.

It takes a second for your brain to catch up to with where you are. And why you're stuck. A small quiver of relief travels through you as the nightmare slowly loses its grip, chased away by the assuring gentle realness of another person's breath.

You’ve somehow moved around during the night, so that you’re now laying with your front against Amren’s torso, while he’s on his back resting against his coils, with some of them traveling up over your back. Your head is resting on his chest, his arms around you, and your arms around him. The sleeping bag lies crumpled up in a corner, discarded.

You feel heat in your cheeks. You’re completely tangled up in him, and you remember faintly how you just broke into his tent and flung yourself on top of him like a lunatic. Perhaps you can justify the situation by reminding yourself that Amren most certainly didn't seem to mind.

Laying here with him, listening to his gentle breathing and steady heartbeat, nuzzled against his chest is almost unreal. You’ve been at each other’s throats since the day you met, and now you’re providing him your body heat.

Somehow, even though everything in your world came crashing down in a single day, and you should be on your toes running to the nearest police station - you don’t want to move.

You shift slightly, as much as Amren’s grip allows you, and rest your face against the crook of his neck. He responds by shifting his arms and pulling you into him. You lie there for a while, just enjoying the closeness of another person.

Your eyes go heavy again, and you feel the alluring call to just fall asleep again right there. But something else is tugging at your heart, and you can't ignore the fact that you still have pressing matters to attend to anymore.

“Amren-?” you call out gently.

“Hrmf,” is the intelligent response. His voice gently drums against your head through his throat.

“Come on, wake up,” you say, gently butting the top of your head against his chin, since you currently can’t really move any other body part much.

“What is it?” he mumbles, voice groggy from exhaustion.

“I thought maybe getting up was an idea," you tell him.

He pauses. “Incredible.”

“What?”

“You start your obnoxious stream of terrible ideas before you’ve even gotten out of bed,” he groans, and grips you a bit tighter.

“Hrk- okay, Jesus, calm down,” you push against him, to no avail whatsoever. “Damn, I would never in a million years have guessed you were a cuddler.”

“I’ve never done it before, so I don’t exactly qualify,” he says with a shrug.

You blink. “Really? Like. Never?”

“You sound surprised.”

“I mean, in general you do have the cuddly-ness of a rude sentient cactus, so I guess it makes sense.”

“Why on Earth would you then come to me last night and be here now?”

“Well, I can’t exactly move right now,” you say, straining to prove your point and expertly avoiding the first part of the question.

He doesn’t relent. “Learn to take responsibility for your actions.”

“I was trying to help you out, and here you are reprimanding me again,” you complain, headbutting his chin again.

“Because you are being completely senseless,” he grunts.

You scoff. “Okay? Thanks? Why the sudden hostility? Are you embarrassed or something?”

“Embarrassed- what? No. I’m just surprised. You saw me almost dismantle that coyote and not even an hour later you put yourself in the same position as her. You have a survival instinct net zero, and I for the life of me cannot figure out why.”

He slowly pushes you up a bit, and shifts his tail so he can rest his back against it in a more upright position. He doesn’t let you go as he continues:

“Maybe it’s because you hums are so social. So accepting, in each others faces, always talking, touching, seeking each other out. You trust so easily. I don’t get it.”

You shrug against him. “Well, you’re trusting me right now, aren’t you?”

“Not as much as you’re trusting me. I could crush you right now.”

You butt your head against his chest in annoyance. “Oh, would you quit it with the whole ‘I could maim you if I wanted’ bull? That's been old news for a decade. Humans are a lil’ squishier than most! We know! Why do you think we’re so goddamn good at figuring out who to trust and rely on? Evolution didn’t give us natural weapons. We’ve survived as we are for centuries because we help each other.”

You feel his eyes on you, but you don’t bother looking up.

“..I didn’t realize it bothered hums so much."

He sounds somewhat apologetic.

You sigh again. “It doesn’t for the most part. As I’ve said, we’ve made do for a long time. We may not be the strongest, but we’re pretty resilient. We just don’t like feeling powerless. It makes us antsy.”

“As it would anyone else,” he concedes. He pauses for a moment, and then adds: “You realize you weren’t powerless when you stopped the coyote from strangling me to death?”

Huh. Guess you weren’t. “As I said – Helping each other.”

There’s silence for a bit, taking in each other’s words.

“I think I understand a little better now,” Amren says eventually. “You trust your partner, and helping him makes you feel stronger?”

You guess you could put it like that. There is a genuine psychological benefit humans get from being kind to one another – at least you think you’ve read that somewhere.

“But even so it is very different from person to person how easily we trust someone. It generally takes a while before we truly start to feel like we know someone," you elaborate. "Well. Unless you’re Irwin, he thrives on oversharing.”

“And you don’t? Could have fooled me.”

“There’s a difference between your deepest darkest secret and discussing the goddamn weather, Amren,” you grunt. “And you’ve not shown interest in any of those things with anyone. It’s kind of worrying, you know? Aren’t you – you know, lonely?”

He pauses for a bit. “It’s not the first time I’ve heard that. Elise talked to me about that too,” he grumbles, “but I don’t experience solitude like you do. I make do with help from myself. I’m fine on my own, and I’m more than fine no one knows more about me than what I can present at work.”

You finally strain you neck back to look up at him. He cogs an eyebrow at you.

“Who hurt you?” you ask, genuinely concerned. "And don't you dare say 'none of your business', I will stab you," you add just as he's about to open his mouth.

"I won't say it, then," he replies dryly, earning him an eye roll from you. He pauses. "And Tiny?"

"What?" you grunt.

"Thank you for not letting me freeze."

You but your forehead against his chest. "Thank you for not letting me get kidnapped."

Eventually you can’t ignore the other giant elephant in the room, and Amren finally releases you. You start shrugging out of his coils, somewhat reluctantly, you admit to yourself. What business does this jerk have being comfortable.

You need a plan. With everything that’s just happened, you figure the best course of action is heading back the way you came, to hell with the competition, clovers and everything else. You need to get back, call the authorities, figure out if Irwin’s actually missing, and if anyone else is too.

It’s early, and you’ve slept maybe four hours. Your head is still a bit fuzzy from yesterday, and your arm hurts when you move it to take down the tents. You notice Amren deliberately avoids putting the injured parts of his tail on the ground, and spares his arm as much as possible. With shared effort, you manage to push through the exhaustion and take down camp.

Eventually you sit with Amren around the campfire, eating a quick breakfast and trying to come up with a plan.

“Why would the coyote single you out of all people? And how did she know about the conference?” Amren muses out loud, sipping on some coffee.

He’s kept his hair tied back in a lose ponytail, and the way the light of the fire hits his face really brings out the bags under his eyes and the bruises he acquired last night. The golden sheen looks a little duller than usual.

“And Irwin,” you add. “I’m assuming since she had his phone she’s got him somewhere – but where would they take him?”

Amren looks at you. “I don’t know. And now I regret even asking, because I don’t think we necessarily are the ones who should figure that out, Tiny. Right now the best we can do is put someone who’s actually professional on it.”

You huff through your nose. You know he’s right, it just doesn’t feel right to sit around and not do anything. But what can two simple office workers do in this situation? Even though Amren’s security, he’s in no way equipped to handle something like this.

Irwin’s been your friend for a long time, and not knowing if he’s gone, or if he’s somehow escaped, or anything is making your stomach churn with worry. Being rendered incapable of doing anything is just – aggravating.

“I know,” you relent after a beat. You look back up at him. “You can direct people to come get us, right? So maybe we should just head back and see if anyone else have turned up. Maybe someone can tell us more of what happened up north.”

Amren nods. “Yes, I’ll get us back. If Elise is still there, it should be enlightening.”

“And then we should call the authorities and and tell them of attempted trafficking and report Mira,” you grimace. The memories still send a chill down your spine.

Amren’s previous question still rings in your mind, however. Indeed, why single you and Irwin out? What was that about a family who ‘wants someone just like you’? For what reason?

Mira was the one to approach you first, lulling you into a false sense of security with her friendly demeanor and helping you out – maybe after tripping over Amren, you just happened to catch her eye?

And then you brought her directly to Irwin. A ping of guilt travels through you. Rational thought says you couldn’t possibly have known back then, but it’s there all the same.

“I should call the lodge,” you say, pulling out your phone to disregard any negative spiraling. “Let’s get them to pick us up so we don’t have to travel back injured.”

Amren nods in acknowledgment, patiently settling on his coils while you make the call.

You thank the stars there’s still service, and almost collapse with relief when you hear the goblin receptionist's voice cut through. You put it on speaker.

“Mrs. Hansen? It’s them-” there a scuffle on the other end, as someone, supposedly Mrs. Hansen, snatches the phone, the sound of it landing on the desk with a loud clack as she fumbles with it, and then her clear voice cuts through as she calls your and Amren’s names.

“Yes, it’s us-” you start, but she cuts you off.

“Oh my STARS is it good to hear from you. Where have you been?! We sent out word for people to back off the mountain! It’s too dangerous right now! Are you alright?!”

You judgmentally deadpan at Amren, silently blaming him for the lack of cell service on his abrupt goose chase. He ignores you.

“We’re alright, slightly injured – it’s a long story – no need to yell – can you come pick us up?”

You chat back and forth with her, Amren occasionally pitching in to give instructions to where you are. Apparently, Mira did not lie about there being a pick-up place in the area – though it will take you a few hours to get to it.

While you’re not entirely fond of the prospect of spending yet another day walking, knowing safety is just a short hike away spurs you on.

After packing up your things, you head out again in the same direction as yesterday.

As you walk, you actually manage to have a conversation with Amren to take your mind off things a bit. He’s finally opened up a bit, though you suppose shared traumatic experiences can do that to a person. He still does his utmost to keep the adverse attitude, but you surmise you have to take what you can get here. He actually starts answering some of your questions, and you learn a couple of things.

For one, his family apparently carries an, in his own words, 'obnoxiously formal disposition', and he doesn’t really see them anymore because he didn't want to be part of that. He didn't clarify what it was about, but you let him have that. Baby steps.

You learn besides work, he hunts roughly every two weeks, and secures the majority of his food this way. He frequently spends days at a time at the mountain if he doesn't have any shifts. He apparently also likes reading and rock tumbling of all things, which came slightly as a surprise.

In turn, you tell him a little about yourself and your story of moving to the city and your time at the company. It doesn’t really seem he’s very invested in what you’re telling him, but he remains quiet as you talk, so you’ll take it.

As you walk you note that, even though you’ve gone in the same direction as where Mira found you yesterday, you don’t see the body of the boarbeast she killed or the traces of the struggle. It’s because you haven’t passed them by. Perhaps Amren is leading you around them on purpose.

Given how he’s been quietly hovering near you almost every step of the way, repeatedly tasting air and keeping a very sharp eye out on anything moving in the forest, you surmise he is.

It’s slow going, but eventually you reach a clearing where you spot a makeshift parking lot, with an actual trail large enough for a single car to pass by running down the mountain.

You set down your backpacks, settle down on the ground, and wait. The sunlight is filtering through the canopy above, and you breathe in the pleasant breeze in silence for a while. It’s odd sitting still like this, the harmonious surroundings a stark contrast to the churning emotions inside of you.

What will happen now?

"What do we do after.. well, all of this?" you ask after some time.

Amren finishes taking a swig of his water bottle and looks at you. "Could you elaborate?"

"Things aren't going to just go back to normal. I don’t think I can just return to my apartment and my job pretending everything's fine after all this,” you frown. “Can you?"

He pauses. "No," he admits. "But I'm going to try."

"Do you really want to do that?"

"I don't see what else I can do," he shrugs. "I didn't lose anyone."

You openly stare at him.

He looks back puzzled for a second, but then averts his eyes, seemingly realizing from the look on your face that the remark might have hit a sore spot.

"That was.. insensitive,” he concedes.

"Near damn heartless," you groan, turning away from him and rubbing your face with your hands.

"..I'm aware," he mumbles. "Do you know what you're going to do?"

You mutely shake your head no.

"Reasonable." He studies you for a beat. "Are you .. alright?"

"No," you huff, looking back up at him. "I'm scared."

Your admission makes something in his face shift, but you can't pinpoint what exactly that emotion is. Worry? Determination? He stares at you for a minute, opening and closing his hands like he wants to do something but he doesn't know what.

"That's - also reasonable," he settles for. “I’m sorry about your partner.”

You sigh. At least he’s trying. "Thanks."

You truly don't know what you will do. If you just return home and hope for the best the inability to act will most certainly drive you insane.

Things have changed for the worse, and you don’t want to deal with all of this on your own. After last night and this morning you surmise you may have acquired at least an ally in Amren, albeit reluctantly. But if he's content to go back to his solitary existence then this might be one of the last times you’ll hang around him. When you started this trip you felt this moment would be utmost welcomed, but now you’re hesitating. Do you actually want to split up?

"So like - is this farewell? After we've talked to the police and everything. Are we just going to -?" You don't really know how to finish the sentence. It's a little difficult to explain. Would you be sad if you didn't keep in touch after all this? Maybe you would. Maybe that’s weird. Especially considering how he's been treating you and everything that's happened.

But maybe that's just the thing. Something about this situation has made you want to keep him around. His presence has an oddly reassuring effect on you.

Which is very frustrating, given he has the social amicability equivalent to a sledgehammer.

He looks baffled for a minute, probably surprised at what you're insinuating. You can't tell if it's just because he hadn't thought that far ahead and that spending time with you will, from now on, have to be an active choice for him. Or if he just genuinely doesn't understand why you'd ever want to see him again.

He's about to finally come up with a reply when a large gray van rolls into the parking lot, mud-trails and dirt coating most of its surface. You both immediately turn your attention to it, a silent mutual gratitude for the distraction. You stand up and wave to greet the driver. It’s Elise.

She very quickly turns and parks, rapidly getting out of the van and rushing towards you, her eyes wide with worry. You note she’s also sporting some fresh bruises and a bandage around her shoulder.

Having a large injured troll barreling towards you is not something for the faint hearted, you learn, as your body involuntarily takes a step back. You don’t get far before Elise wraps her massive arms around both you and Amren, squeezing you tight.

Amren hisses in surprise, and you feel his tail flickering nervously as he strains in her grip. You wince as she puts pressure on your injured arm.

“You’re okay!” Elise yells, unaware, and you actually feel her shivering as relief course through her body.

Amren is stiff as a board, clearly not accustomed to this blatant display of affection, so you decide to take charge – Irwin has, after all, taught you well.

You gingerly put your good arm around her shoulders, as far as you can, and squeeze her back, leaning your head into her collarbone. “Rattled, but okay,” you reassure her.

“Good, good,” she trails off, finally releasing you. She gives you a sad look, and then turn her attention to Amren with a scowl.

“What’s the meaning of running off all the way out here?!” she demands, taking a step towards him.

To his credit, Amren doesn’t move back as she does so, but he does tense up quite a bit, composing himself. “I thought –,”

“For several days? So far away from help from the group?! Are you insane!”

“It’s not –,”

“With a hum? Who relies on the group to stay SAFE out here?! I don’t care how anti-social you think you have to be to survive in this world, you sad sack of a single potato, but you DON’T. Bring. A hum. Into it! They could have been killed!”

Amren opens and closes his mouth as Elise finishes scolding him, working her tusks and glaring at him with a huff. You stare at her in bewilderment, wondering if you'll have to file a protective nature under 'troll things'.

“I’ve kept them safe – I know these mountains, I didn’t leave them to –,” this time Amren stops himself as his eyes widen to realize that he did in fact let you storm off on your own.

Not that you gave him much choice in the matter.

Amren looks at you for a brief moment, and then averts his gaze at the ground. He takes a deep breath.

“I genuinely thought I was giving us the upper hand in that ridiculous competition,” he exhales, and looks back up at you again, his face neutral as ever. "I'm sorry."

You can tell it’s genuine enough however. You’ve seen more sides of him in the past 24 hours than you think anyone else has seen for the past you-don't-even-know. And you can’t say you blame him wholly for yesterday’s escapades.

But this is a conversation for a time where you can sit down and do it properly. You gently put your hand on his arm instead. He follows your hand with his eyes, and you’re slightly surprised at how he does not tense up at the contact.

“You’re lucky they’re nice, Amren, I hope you know that,” Elise says sternly.

This isn’t the first time you’ve heard that.

Your thoughts once again turn to your friend, and you clasp his phone in your pocket.

“Elise –,” you start, and she tenses in preparation for your next question. “What happened to Irwin?”

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Family don't end in blood - chapter 6

Summary: The vacation is over and Y/N heads back to Vancouver with Jensen. However, one of the Ackles has made it their mission to have Y/N come back, and some talks lead to some secrets unraveling, despite Y/N not wating to get attached...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: 5,800 and some change

Warnings: Kids are too adorable for their own good, mentions of abuse (not graphic by any means but SKIP IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU), hints of depression, Jensen is a sweetheart

A/N: This one has all the feels!

Your stay at the Ackles had come to an end. You would definitely lie if you said you didn't enjoy the time you spent here. Even though your nightmares didn't give you much rest, being around kids reminded you of the fact that there's still some kind souls that will love you just for who you are and won't ask anything in return for their love. Even though you will probably not be as lucky to meet someone your age with a soul as kind as theirs, it still warmed your heart. This world needs more souls as kind as theirs and you hope life will be good to them.

It hurt you to know that you probably won't be coming back. You were getting attached, and you didn't like it. You had to put an end to it. It might trigger a shit show but you can't get attached to a family. A perfectly normal family like this one doesn't need a fuck-up like you closer than arms length. No family should have anything to do with you. You were better off on your own. With nobody breathing on your neck and the freedom to do whatever you want. Having Jensen's household in peace without you is the card you wanted to play. JJ didn't like you from the very beginning and you didn't want to get in her personal space. You never found out if her strange behavior is related to bullies, as she never said anything after numerous of talks she had with both Jensen and Danneel. Even Jared tried to approach her, but she didn't crack. You sincerely hoped she was telling the truth and she didn't have a bully or two up her ass.

And this weird feeling you started developing few days before you flew to Austin for fall break, it never washed off. You thought it must have been your nerves dancing around since you're going to stay at someone else's home and you didn't want to invade their personal space. But even after coming and settling, the feeling didn't go away. It sent you spiraling down the rabbit hole, the one you're still trying to climb out of. And just when you took some small steps, the nightmares mixed with this terrible feeling in your gut set you further back. You felt like something really bad was going to happen, and you kept praying that whatever it is, walks around Jensen and his family.

You got attached.

And you didn't like it.

To say that Zeppelin was sad the entire last day of your stay was a vast understatement. He clung to you like a koala, the girls doing the same thing to Jensen.

Danneel was giggling as she found Zeppelin hanging over your neck while you were cleaning the table after breakfast,

"What's the matter, buddy? Are you gonna miss Y/N?" she asked, coming up to take him off your back. He nod, looking at his mom but not letting go of you,

"I want her to stay forever. Can she stay forever?"

"If I'm asked, she can. But that's her decision to make, honey," Danneel reminded him.

His question took you by surprise for a moment.

Why would he want you to stay? He's been asking for you to stay ever since you came here. What is it that he sees in you that's so worth of your stay? Even better, that is so worth of his love? You understood children are innocent. They don't see the way you hurt, the way you hide things, the shattered heart you hide behind great walls of defense, battered and barely holding together by now. You understood that children were just too innocent for this world, but what will always take you back is how much they didn't care.

They didn't care if you're happy, sad, tall, short, they don't care about the color of your skin, about where you're coming from, about what's your opinion on any topic ever. All they cared about is if you're wanting to spend time with them doing silly things and laughing your ass off. Sometimes they'd need some consoling as well. And if you can do all of the above for them, in return they'd give you all their love and their little hearts. Their world is so simple. Loving and simple.

"Can you stay forever, Y/N? You heard mommy, she said yes! And daddy will say yes too!" he exclaimed with a smile on his face, making you smile as well,

"You really want me to stay forever?" he nod, happiness seeping out of his eyes, "I'll stay in your heart forever. That sounds good? And, I'll stay your best friend forever. So, when you wanna talk about whatever, you can ask your mom to call me. I'll talk to you whenever I get the chance to."

"But I want you to be here too," he said, "I like it how you sing and make up all those weird voices and names!"

"I don't sing good at all, bubba," you giggled, "But I can teach you how to make those weird voices sometime. Now, how about we go check on our Dino park we made the other day when I finish up here?" you asked, Zeppelin nodding,

"Go, have fun. I'll finish it up," Danneel said, approaching to take the plates from your hands,

"Sorry," you said, Danneel rolling her eyes,

"Girl, please. Shoo or I make you," she teased, making Zeppelin giggle,

"Mommy you aren't scary," he said, "You can't be scary."

"Oh mommy can be very scary in certain situations," Jensen said, entering the room and winking. You rolled your eyes,

"Dude, we didn't need that information. Like, at all."

"I'm kidding," he giggled, "Or maybe I'm not..." he smirked, nudging you playfully, "What are you guys up to?"

"We gonna see the Dino park!" Zeppelin exclaimed,

"Oh, the one you built a few days back?" he nod, "That's cool! Make sure to feed all the dinosaurs, buddy."

"Daddy, can Y/N stay forever?" Zeppelin asked,

"Of course she can!" he exclaimed, "But making her to stay is going to be a lot more difficult," you rolled your eyes, walking away with Zeppelin.

"He's so attached to her," Danneel smiled, "Doesn't she have family?"

"Not that I know of," Jensen sighed, "She could always stay here. Or at least have a place to stay here. Are you okay with that?"

"I love having people over, you out of all know that. She's a great kid, I can tell. It's just that, as you said, there is more to her story we're yet to find out, and whatever it is it's not giving her sunshine and rainbows and it's the root cause of everything she's been doing."

"Whatever she's carrying is weighing down on her to the point where she... she doesn't believe in good people anymore. And she can't be happy. She's very deep down the rabbit hole. Well, if nothing, I haven't seen her happy like that before," Jensen said, "Well, last time I saw an honest smile from her was when she met us on the very first day of shooting. After that no smiles were so big as the ones now, when she's playing with Zepp."

"You know I'm the one to make the first move most of the time, but I'm handing you this whole operation over. I trust both you and Zeppelin to pick a kind soul. Life might have not been nice to her, but she's got a kind soul. That much I know. I love her too, and I'd love nothing more but to give her a safe place to stay at if she doesn't have any family or relatives that she's going to stay with after y'all are done shooting."

"Thanks," Jensen smiled, kissing her lips, "For trusting me with her."

"Hmm, don't get all sappy on me, Ackles," she teased, "You spend more time with her. You'll get to know her better. Do let me know if I can help in any way from here."

After playing with Zeppelin for a few minutes, you realized you haven't packed your stuff. And, of course, Zeppelin wanted to stay by your side, so here he is, sitting on the bed and helping you pack your bag. As you were finishing with packing up your backpack, he asked you to stop for a second and ran out the door. You shrugged your shoulders, waiting for him to return. As he ran back into the room, he handed you a dinosaur toy. You smiled softly, recognizing it was his favorite one,

"This is your favorite dinosaur," you stated, handing the toy back to him but he shook his head and pushed your hand away gently, "Oh, you wanna play? Let me just finish up and we can play, okay?"

"No!" he exclaimed, "I wants you to have it!"

"Me?" you asked, confused, "Okay, I'll play with it."

"No! Not play. Have it like take it with you."

"What? Why? Big guy, this is your favorite dinosaur. I don't think you want to give it to me."

"Yea I want! He's my faves because he strong. I give it to you because you're big and strong and smart like he is!" he exclaimed, making your heart melt at the innocence seeping out of his face, "You big and strong and protect me from monsters in my dream! Thank you for protectin' me Y/N," he said, slamming into your legs and trying to give you a hug. You packed the dinosaur toy before picking Zeppelin up in your arms and hugging him tightly,

"Gosh bubba, I love you so much," you whispered, kissing his temple, "And I'll always protect you. Whether I'm here or not. Remember what I told you about me and Jensen hunting monsters?" he nod, "When I'm not here, try to remember that," you said, "And your big sisters will protect you too. Thanks for keeping me company bubba."

"I love you too Y/N," he said, hugging you the best he could with his tiny arms, "Remember, that dinosaur is big and strong. He'll protect ya from monsters in your dreams too. An' I got a whole park of 'em! We'll all protect you, same way y'all will protect me," he said, making your eyes tear up as you squeezed him tighter,

"Thank you for this, buddy," you breathed, trying not to cry, "I appreciate it a lot. I promise to take good care of him and I'll bring him back to play with his friends if I come back."

"Okay," he nod with a smile, "And ya welcome!"

Jensen, Jared and you had a flight late at night, which allowed Jensen to tuck all the kids in and say goodbye to them before you left to the airport.

You were just finishing up with putting on your shoes when Jensen called you from the top of the stairs, saying Zeppelin wants to see you. Your heart melted a little and you nod, saying you'll be right up.

When you entered his room, he was patiently waiting for you. Laying down in his bed, with his blankie tightly held between his tiny hands. His eyes shined brightly with happiness as they looked at you, hair falling all over his sweet face.

"Hey big guy," you smiled as you approached, sitting down on his bed, moving hair away from his face, "I heard from dad-uh, Jensen that you wanted to see me?"

"Thanks for playin' with me," he said with a soft smile, "An' thanks for playing with Ro too. And for takin' me to unca Jared's to play with Tom and Shep. You're the best."

"You're the best, big guy. Thank you for wanting to play with me and for always inviting me to play with you. And thanks for your dinosaur, again. I'm so happy that I got a chance to meet you, buddy. You're an amazing boy and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Deal?" he nod,

"Promise me to come for my birthday. Please? Daddy will invite you. I asked him to. I want you to come."

"I can't promise you, but I'll do my best to be here. Okay?" he frowned sadly, "I'm sorry bubba. I can't promise you just because I don't wanna break it. I can promise you to try my best. Is that okay?" he nod, lighting up a little bit,

"Could you be my big sis? Like Ro and J?" he then asked, "Be my big sis and stay here forevs! We can play together and we can sing and we can have fun! I promise."

Your heart swelled at the sweet words, at the innocence and love pouring out of his eyes.

"I'll be your best friend. Which is kinda same," you smiled, "You're very special, Zeppelin. And thank you for allowing me to feel very special too. I love you, bug guy. Don't ever forget that," he nod,

"I love you too Y/N. Don't forget me."

"How can I?" you smiled, going down to kiss his cheek. You got rewarded with two tiny arms wrapping around your neck and giving you a squeeze. You smiled, hugging him back, smothering him with small kisses all over his cute little face. You let him down and tuck him in, handing him his blankie, "I'll see you, big guy. Night night."

"Night night, Y/N."

You walked down to the hallway, seeing your luggage waiting for you. Jensen was putting on his shoes and Danneel seemed to be waiting to say goodbye.

"Thanks for the bags," you said,

"No worries," Jensen said as he stood up, walking over to Danneel, "Honey," he whispered, hugging her tightly, "We'll be back for the twins birthday. It's only three weeks."

"I know," she murmured, hugging him back tightly, "I'll miss you."

"I know. But hey, after that we have another week and a half of filming and then we got the entire January off. It's gonna be okay, honey."

"I know, I know," she sighed, breaking the hug, "Y/N, keep an eye out for him?"

"Yes ma'am," you mimicked a soldier salute, both giggling. Jensen kissed Danneel before grabbing the bags and leaving the house,

"Honey, thanks for coming here," Danneel said as she approached to you, "I loved having you here. I hope you'll come back again. And I apologize for the inconvenience with JJ."

"Everything's okay. Thank you for inviting me and for being so nice to me. I appreciate it."

"You're family, kiddo. It's what you get," Jensen smiled softly, "We gotta get going. Jared's waiting with Cliff."

Ten days later

Your biggest headache this upcoming week will be how to pull off showing up for the twins' birthday without creating a mayhem in the Ackles household.

You couldn't break Zeppelin's heart. His innocence reminded you too much of yourself, how innocent and happy, truly happy you once were. All you ever wanted was for people close to you to show up to everything you were doing, whether it was a birthday or a school play. But you weren't so lucky. You didn't want to do the same thing to him. Even though you're not as important in his life, you could tell he loved you and you didn't want to stomp on his little loving heart.

"Jensen?" you spoke up as you walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, Jensen frowning at the laptop, "Did you manage to get into the command prompt again?"

"No," Jensen said, tilting his head at the laptop, "I think I didn't," he said, making you giggle, "I seriously cannot work this laptop. I don't have strength to figure this out now," he sighed, closing the laptop, "You were saying?"

"Do you have any motel recommendations for me?" Jensen tilted his head at you this time, just as confused at your question as he was about whatever he was doing on his laptop, "The twins have their birthday party next week, right?"

"They do, but what does that have to do with a motel?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to add - motel recommendations in Austin," you added, "I can work something around their birthday. I was thinking to take them both for a day and just have fun with them, since I'm not exactly welcome at the party. I just don't want to break Zepp's heart. I can be there and I'll be there."

"First of all, if you haven't noticed, our place can be as well called a big-ass fancy motel. You have a place to stay and I won't let you go to a sketchy motel room when you have a place where I don't have to pace up and down and worry if you're safe every single second of your stay. Second of all, you can totally take the twins for a day, but you are also totally coming to the party," you were to speak up but Jensen cut you off, "No," he shook his head, "You don't win this one. Have you seen Zeppelin? How happy he is when you're with him?" you nod, "See, Zeppelin is not the one to make friends easily. He's the shy one, the one to never play with other kids because he's too shy to come up to them and ask if he can play. He's the kid you see playing by himself in the corner of the sand cube. But my shy bubba made a friend and you are that friend. For what I know so far, he hasn't made any friends in preschool yet, so his only wish is for his friend, his big sis to be there for his birthday, and you'll be there. JJ and Ro will have friends over, Jared will bring his kids too, but all Zeppelin cares about is you. I don't care about what JJ's got to say. Danneel and I have been talking to her and trying to get her to understand that you're not the bad guy and that she should meet you before jumping to the conclusions. But whatever her opinion on you is, it won't have any impact on your presence for the twins' birthday. You're coming. End of story."

"I... Thanks," you whispered, seeing in Jensen's expression he's taken back by your simple words, "For allowing me to come and all. It means a lot."

"You'll always have a place to stay at as long as Dee and I are around," Jensen said, "And as long as Jared and Mish are around as well. I know you've been alone for quite some time, but you're not alone anymore. Can I ask you a question though?" Jensen asked, continuing as you nod, "Why do you want to show up for him? For all I know, he's just a four, well, soon to be five year old."

"He might be five but he still has a heart and emotions. I promised to try my best to be there and if I already don't have filming for a few days I can be there. I've once been that little kid who was so excited and happy when my grandpa threw a birthday party for me. But when nobody showed up, I was so sad. I was crying and wondering why won't kids come to play. I knew I was different, but I went to everyone's birthdays and didn't care about the differences between us. It broke my heart. Even a girl I considered my best friend didn't show up. And my mother put a cherry on top by saying that I'm ugly and weird and that that's the reason why I will never make a friend. Words you tell kids stick to them forever, even if you think they don't. And to know that my own mother, the woman who gave birth to me, saw me that way, it struck deep down. And she never showed up for me when it mattered. Any play, gathering in front of an audience for any sort of celebration. Nothing. All of the other kids had their parents in the audience, and me? I was always alone. I'd walk home alone. The teachers would ask me where's my mom, and I'd just say that she didn't come. I'd lie that she was working, fully knowing she wasn't. Now, I know none of the three won't hear anything remotely similar to this from you and Danneel. But I want to be there for him. He loves me a lot and if I know one thing, it's how it feels when you're left hanging, especially when by someone you hold near to your heart. Of course, this sounds stupid to you but I just..."

"You're not weird, nor ugly, nor whatever your mother fed you with," Jensen said, wrapping his arm around you, "You're Y/N. Sure, you've got your shit but that doesn't make you less worthy of being loved. You're a beautiful, kind and loving soul. You're ready to give up an entire week and a half of free time to go spend it with two five year olds, when you've been in nothing but work-school mode and we both know how much you need a break. I don't see anything ugly in you. Neither do kids, or Dee, or anyone on the set. We love you just the way you are. You aren't supposed to be perfect, nobody is. But you're doing your best and that's what matters and goes beyond everything else that anyone has to say about you. Thank you for loving him the way you do."

"Thanks," you smiled, "I was kind of an ass to you lately. It's just... I'm still trying to understand why would you want to have anything with a thing as broken as me and I..."

"This seems to good to be true, huh?" Jensen smiled, watching as you nod. He stood up from where he was sitting, coming up to give you a gentle hug, "You're not your worst days. You're not your trauma, fears, nightmares. You are you, battered and bruised and hurt but you're still here and you just need time to heal. And some love. And that's exactly what I can offer you. And three little rugrats to eat your brains out as a bonus, though I'm not sure how much they can help," he teased, making you smile, "You're safe, kiddo. Whatever's infecting your dreams at night, whatever shit is brewing in your head, you're safe."

"I... I have nightmares about her," you whispered, Jensen frowning, breaking the hug to look you in the eye, "About... About my mother. She's... Hitting me. Like, boxing bag hitting me. And it feels so real, it hurts. And the worst of it all? Once upon a time it was real. It wasn't a dream. It was a real thing I lived through. Wooden spoon, belt. She didn't give it much of a thought what was she going to use on me. And honestly, nothing hurt as much as the first time, when she plain and simple beat me with her bare hands. Hands that were supposed to love me and hold me were all of a sudden so harsh and did nothing but damage and it was... The worst pain I could think of."

"Shit..." Jensen breathed, hugging you, "She hit you too. What the actual fuck," he murmured and you scrunched your face, trying to hold back tears, "I would love to return the fucking favor to her. No kid should be beaten by their own parent. No matter how bad they fucked up. Kiddo, look at me for a second," he pleaded and you obeyed, looking up to meet his eyes, "Do you have any physical injuries that need to be addressed?"

"No," you shook your head, "All of that happened months, years ago. My body healed. It's just my heart now."

"Okay then. We can work on that," he smiled and you shook your head,

"Don't bother. For real. I'll be fine."

"Every single time you open up a little you shut it off minutes later. Is it because you're afraid of attaching? You think you'll be left alone when you begin opening up?" you kept quiet.

Of course Jensen was going to read you like an open book. How did he do that? How is he capable of doing that?

"Kiddo, you've been keeping all of that somewhere deep down and I think it's about time you let it out, little by little. I know you're afraid that I'm going to up and leave you hanging, and I know that me telling you that I won't leave won't do anything but if you want to try, I can prove you that I really meant what I said. As long as I'm around and as long as Jared and Mish are around, you'll be safe. We won't let anything happen to you."

"You can't promise shit like that."

"Yeah, you're right," Jensen sighed, "How about - I promise to be here whatever happens in your life?"

"You can't promise that either. I'm gonna be gone after filming. I won't live here, I won't work with you anymore."

"You think that just because we're done filming the season we won't stay in touch and we won't come back for another season?" your eyes light up at the mention of a new season, "Hey, Jared, Mish, Dee and I are holding this whole operation together. If we say there's gonna be 10 more seasons, there'll be 10 more seasons. Just letting you know. But my point is- you said you've been a part of the supernatural family for a long time. Then you know that all of us keep in touch, one way or another, and you're no different from others. You know all this. But your head is telling you things and you keep choosing to listen to your head, because, as you said, whenever you listen to your heart things go downhill."

"I've had this bad feeling for a few weeks now and I hope it's just a stupid feeling but wounds and memories I don't even remember existed are showing back up and I'm just... I'm very scared."

"Whether it's a bad feeling or not, I'm here. So is Dee, Jared, Mish. Whoever you want to talk to, you can."

"Why didn't you offer professional help?" you asked, Jensen smiling,

"Well if I were in your shoes I'd rather open up to a familiar face then to someone new. Am I right?" he asked. You thought for a second, nodding after that, "If you want anyone professional to jump in at any moment, reach out to Jared. He's got some contacts, so you don't go to someone who's not safe and trying to find their way into your wallet but will actually help you."

"Okay," you breathed, closing your eyes for a moment, "I know I'm an ass to you and this whole bad feeling thing... It's a lot. But thank you for understanding."

"Don't thank me kiddo. It's the least I can offer. Anytime you wanna talk, I'm right here."

"She... She blamed me," you whispered after some time of complete silence. Jensen got a gentle hold of your hand and walked you over to the couch, sitting you down before he sat next to you, "I never had a dad. My father never wanted me. He accused my mom of lying and cheating and he believed so hard that I wasn't his child. He kicked her out of the house. And it seems like she had made it her mission to make sure that I know I'm the reason they broke apart."

"So, instead of letting that idiot go and focusing on her child, she fully threw you down the rabbit hole and blamed you for something you had no control over? It's not like you wanted to be born. They made you. There's nothing there that points you're wrong. You do know that, right?" you nod, sniffling,

"My grandpa, he never went over my father's behavior. My grandpa wasn't a good dad to my mother and he didn't want me to grow up without a dad. And my mom was miserable too. And he just wanted us both to have him and complete the family. He tried calling, writing letters, reaching out. But nothing ever worked out. At some point he just gave up and tried his best to raise me, make up for being a bad dad by being a good grandpa. And he was the best. And he'd often tell me that same thing you told me - I'm not at fault for their break-up. That was an issue they should have addressed by themselves, not drag me into it."

"Your grandpa sounds like he was the best man in your life," Jensen said, "I hope you got some peace when you were with him. But she was wrong. Everything that ever came out of her mouth was a lie."

"I know."

"That's what you meant when you said you were different from other kids," Jensen spoke up, taking you by surprise as you realized he was actually listening to every single word you said, "You grew up without a dad, and had your grandpa raise you. Not all parents are good at teaching their kids that being different is okay too. But I can tell you that you didn't turn out to be any less of a person because of the circumstances you grew up in, especially since you had your grandpa."

"I've dreamed of having a dad for such a long time. My mom even got together with one guy but he left and never came back. Guess who was at fault for that," you huffed a smile, Jensen groaning, "I really wanted her to be happy. But she never got the chance to settle with someone and I know I wasn't the reason for that but the voice of someone you're supposed to be loved by and cared for by carved all the worst adjectives in my mind and... It's hard."

"It will take a while, but you will heal. I promise."

"You think?"

"With right people around you and right approach, yes."

"I hope so," you breathed, "It just seems like I'm so... Broken. Like, beyond repair broken and some days I hate myself so much and I don't think that I can ever be a happy person and smile again."

"But then you walked into the Ackles household and were smiling for the majority of your stay as you played with Zeppelin," Jensen pointed out, "Were you happy back there? Like really, honestly happy? No bullshit?" you nod, not seeing a point in lying to him,

"I was. He's got a cute smile and such powerful imagination and he's so full of energy, he made it impossible for me to be sad. But it was a temporary fix. And it's not like I'm gonna move in and live in your home with your family after we're done filming, so I gotta work my way through this."

"One step at a time, kiddo," Jensen said, throwing his arm around you and bringing you into a side hug, "One step at a time," you nod, wrapping your arms around him, "She's got some serious unaddressed issues. You're a great person and nobody can take that from you," he commented, making you smile, "Thank you for opening up, kiddo. It means a lot."

"Thank you for not running away from me yet," she responded, Jensen shaking his head,

"Never gonna do that. Wait," he gasped, making you break the hug as you looked up to him, "Is... Is that why you though I was gonna hit JJ? You... You got flashbacks?" you nod, looking down,

"I've seen anger on my mother so many times that I can now easily pinpoint it on any person. You seemed so angry and I have never seen that part of you and I... Yeah. I got scared that you were gonna hit her for something she didn't mean to do. I know you'd never hit any of your kids, but my mind can't help it. I'm sorry."

"You've got nothing to be sorry for. And yes, I'll never hit my kids, nor you, because I strongly believe everything can be sorted out with talking, and a grounding here and there. No violence ever solved a thing. Why would I do it on my children?"

"This world needs more parents like you and Dee," you said with a smile, "I would love to have parents like you."

"Well, we're far from perfect, but we can distinguish right from wrong and that's a start I guess," Jensen sighed, "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. But I am also very proud of you making it out and building your own way through life."

"Thanks for everything, Jensen," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes, "I always knew you were kind. But all of this what you're doing, it's so much greater. Thanks for not bolting though the door. And whenever you want to do so, please just tell me so I can say goodbye. I've had so many people leave and I just wished I was able to say goodbye."

"Not planning to do that," Jensen assured you, making you smile sadly, "I know, I know. You don't believe me. I wouldn't believe it if I were in your shoes for sure. I'll prove it to you, don't you worry about that."

"It's okay, really. Whatever happens, it's okay. I'm just very happy I got to meet you all and work with you. Never in a million years would I think I would end up here."

"Hm, we're glad we got you too," he smiled kindly at you, making you smile back as you hugged him, "Awww, I get a hug."

"Shut up, dork," you teased, making him giggle before feeling his arms wrap around your body,

"Can I ask another question?" he asked. You broke the hug, nodding, "Do you have any other family besides your late grandpa? I don't even want to call that monster family."

"I do, but none of them care. All of them are just as disappointed in me as my mother."

"Well, if Zeppelin hasn't made it obvious, you're very welcome to be his big sis and stay with us whenever and for however long you want," Jensen smiled, kissing the top of your head, "You're great with kids."

"Thanks for the offer. Now, have you gotten anything for the twins birthday?"

"That's what I was trying to work on this thing!" he exclaimed, grabbing the laptop, making you giggle,

"Jesus Christ," you breathed as he handed you the laptop,

"Jensen, but common misconception, as I'm sure we both don't know how to work a laptop."

A/N: Thanks for being patient and reading this chapter! Once again tagging @crasmuna , my biggest support nowadays &lt;3

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Pls give us part 2 of “Captured & Captivated”. That was so good🥵

I really thought I wouldn't write another part. But here I am 😔

Captured & Captivated

Part 2

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

warning: filthy, low honor, non consent (unfortunately, I can't write smut or this would have gone differently heh)

summary: After the bounty hunter had granted you your freedom, but left you to fend for yourself half-naked, you rejoin him at the fire. Spending the night at his camp would surely increase your chance of survival, right?

Part 1 here!

1700 words, 12 minutes reading time

“What’s your name, mister?”, you asked, covering your bare breasts with your knees and having your arms resting upon them. The fire warmed you moderately well. It was better than hiding in the bushes, that’s for sure.

"None of your concern, sweetheart", he answered. His voice was low but dripped in honey. You had the feeling he wanted to impress you. He wanted you to stay and not run off, or he wouldn't have offered the possibility to join him at the fire. You eyed him suspiciously.

"Jus' makes conversation more complicated...", you mumbled.

He gave no answer to that, only shook his head slightly.

"Got a blanket for me?", you asked after a while of silence. The fire could only warm one side of your bare torso and while your skin on the front almost burned under the heat, your back cooled down extremely.

"Yer god damn demandin' for someone I just granted freedom", the man answered and lit a cigarette. He didn't give any indication of actually handing you something to warm you up. After a sigh, you remained silent and watched the flames.

"You can stay at my camp. That's as good as it gets, darlin'", he flicked the finished cigarette into the fire, "unless you can pay. Which I highly doubt."

He had a cocky smile on his face. What exactly did he expect? That you would suddenly procure a ten dollars bill and pay him for a blanket? Of course he didn’t. He knew you had nothing.

"Want me to lie down for you?", you asked. But the expression of the man changed immediately into one of disgust.

"I’m afraid I’m not interested. I generally don’t entertain women with dubious morals."

"I ain't no whore", you explained calmly. You would have bet your life that the man in front of you had slept with more people than you had. Not only was he older, but he also was somewhat handsome. So, you despised his assumption.

"Sure", he snickered. You watched his face closely and saw how the disgust dissipated. He could tell you weren’t a prostitute. You had been so insecure even to remove your cloths in front of him. But Arthur admired that you were willing to get laid, only for a blanket to cover yourself up.

For a while, nobody spoke. You listened to the logs being devoured by the flames or the occasional cricket calling for a mate. Arthur started a small carving project before he stuck the knife into the ground next to him and put his hat lower into his face. It was night, probably very late by now. Even though you had survived a rather tricky day, you weren’t as tired. A gut feeling told you to stay awake.

"Don't try no funny business or you might regret it", the man warned before he settled into a half-recumbent position and remained silent. You waited. With open eyes and attentive spirit you endured until his chest was heaving with even breaths. Occasionally, your gaze wandered to the knife next to him. There was no other way out. You couldn't walk away, or you'd freeze or be killed – besides, you couldn’t simply walk into a town without wearing a top. Theoretically, you could steal something from him. His saddlebags must at least contain a spare shirt you could take and run off with. Maybe you should even steal his horse. But you were positive he'd wake up and shoot you dead if you even attempted it. Waiting until the next morning was useless too. Why wouldn't he just tie you up again and drag you to the law to collect your bounty?

This left one option: Kill him and then run off with his things. It was easy. His knife was there, almost begging to be used by you. You would slit his throat and it would be over before he could even wake up. Only one problem: you had never killed someone. But this was about your survival and you figured you would be able to do it in the heat of the moment.

After a deep breath you reached for the knife. Your fingers had barely closed around the handle when the man jumped up, twisted it out of your hand and before you knew it – you were pinned to the ground, the man promptly sitting down on your thighs to prevent you from getting up. For a second, he had loosened the grip around your wrists. You lost not a moment. Your hands shot up to his throat, grasping it firmly. If you can't stab him, you would choke him. But the man didn't stir. Even with both your hands, you couldn't reach around the man's throat entirely, and since he had you pinned from your waist down, you couldn't exert all your strength.

He chuckled lightly. Tears started to prick your eyes. You fucked up. Great. You assaulted a killer, and now what?

Like they were burdocks, he peeled your hands off his throat.

"What did you want with the knife? I'd recommend not lying to me."

You took a shaky breath, your brain working miles an hour, waging if a lie would do less harm. The man saw you considering, took your wrists and pinned above your head to the ground. You felt fully exposed, lying with bare torso under this huge man. He leaned over you, slowly putting more of his weight on your body. You groaned. You had guessed he wasn't putting his full weight on your body before, and you had been right.

"'m listening?"

You sucked in a breath and whispered a shaky: "Wanted to kill you."

A quick smile darted across the man's face: "At least yer honest."

He was lying on top of you entirely now, his beard scratching your cheek. He whispered: "Tell me, huh,… what am I supposed to do with ya?" Even if you wanted to answer, there was no air left in your lungs to form words. Slowly, he grinded his hips against yours and you felt his hard bulge pressing into your heat. He seemed to rather enjoy the hoarse whine he earned for that.

One hand of his was enough to keep both of yours in place. The other one wandered down your arm, touching you almost tenderly until he had reached your boob, which he roughly squeezed. You wriggled underneath him. If you had been able to, you would have begged him to get off.  As if he understood, he let go of your hands and stood up. He looked down on you, tilting his head and taking in your feeble frame underneath him.

"I preferred you tied up anyways", he stated before he walked over to the tree to fetch some of the rope. You didn't dare to move. The knife he had twisted out of your hand wasn't that far off, but you were too scared to even think about attempting an escape. You simply watched the man pick up the rope.

He turned you around, tying your arms behind your back.

"That'll do, don'tcha think?", he asked satisfied.

"What are you gonna do with me?", you asked anxiously

"Haven't decided yet. You really threw your freedom away with that pathetic attempt of yers."

Grabbing you by the shoulder he helped you into a sitting position. He was squatting next to you, his eyes roaming your face. With a gentle movement he wiped away the tears on your face with his calloused fingers. You flinched at first, out of fear he'd hit you.

"No crying, alright? Them tears don't do your pretty face any good", he said, almost in a friendly. You choked down a sob, nodding hesitantly. When he stood up again to walk back to his little spot, he picked up the knife in the process, putting it back into its sheath. He got comfortable, sliding down the trunk and lowering his hat into his face. "Get some rest", were the last words you heard from him.

At first, you didn't think it would be possible to fall asleep. Your heart was beating, and you were still freezing. Only after you crawled closer to the fire and actually lied down with your eyes closed, you felt the exhaustion. You feared you'd wake up behind bars - or worse. But it didn't matter how much of a fight you put up; sleep won in the end.

You woke up with a start. A thin blanket slipped off your body. It was dawn. The stranger was gone. Despite the blanket, which he must have thrown on top of you while you were asleep, you were cold. The fire had gone out and a slight wind blew through your hair. There was no tent, no horse. Nothing but a clean shirt on which your head had rested. You picked it up. It was clearly one of his. You slipped into it. It was too big but provided some desperately needed warmth. Only then you realized that your hands had been cut free. The remains of a burnt rope lay on the charred logs of the fireplace.

Even after years had passed, you never truly forgot the stranger. At first, you despised him for the toying around he had done, for letting you strip and sleep half naked, for the groping and threatening. After a while though, those memories faded. What remained was the essence of this encounter. You had been his bounty which he had freed for a remarkably low price. His blue eyes and how he examined your body with them was something you never quite forgot. At the end, you pitied him. Maybe, you thought, you finally saw him at what he truly was; a conflicted man. On the hunt for money, cruel and desperate and yet not cold-hearted enough to do you real harm. Every time when you thought about the man in this way, you wondered if you blew his character out of proportion and if you had got it all wrong...and yet, there was no way to confirm. At the end, all that was left of him was a shirt in a closet.

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I'm sorry that the sequel sucked even more than the first part xd But I wanted to write it anyways! oops

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