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wttcsms · 1 year

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ravenous ; yoichi isagi

pairing yoichi isagi x f!reader word count 1.7k synopsis nothing makes your boyfriend more ravenous than winning a game — fortunately for you, you’re the only one who can satiate him. content contains tiny fascination/emphasis on a sweaty!isagi & his muscles <3, creampie, praise kink (isagi receiving), excessive cum, pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, baby) author's notes i love sweaty isagi & i wanna suck his sweat from his post-game/post-practice towel 😁

You would think that having the spotlight on him — having an entire nation’s eyes all focused on him — would be enough to satisfy your boyfriend’s need to show everyone how he’s the one who dominates above all else.

But there’s something about the way you run up to him after the game, letting out an excited “‘Ichi!” before jumping into his arms, that has his mind now locked on one thing and one thing only: completely devouring you.

His sweet girl, with your legs wrapped around his waist, completely uncaring of the way his whole entire body is currently drenched in sweat after sprinting across the field for ninety minutes. His sweet girl, who’s so proud and happy of his win, of him, that you can barely babble out coherent sentences of praise. You pepper kisses all over his face, wrapping your arms tightly over his neck to do a more stable job of it.

Yoichi’s team has just won the finals, 6-2, and it was Yoichi that scored both the first and last goals. Giggling, you press another kiss to his cheek before whispering in his ear, “I’m so proud of you, ‘Ichi.”

The sight of you, all fresh and clean and melting into his arms, giddy and all too excited to praise him, has him kissing you hard and gripping your waist even tighter. He hears the distinct clicks of cameras going off and the hollers of his teammates, but all he can focus on is savoring the taste of you and your lipgloss. Pressing his forehead against your own, he takes you in.

You’re still smiling at him, laughing gently. “Yoichi, you have to put me down now. We still haven’t decided how we’re going to celebrate!”

The two of you barely stumble through the door and into the privacy of the penthouse he just bought for the two of you before he’s making good on his internal promise of devouring you.

His hands are everywhere, groping and invasive, snatching at the fabric of your clothes and tugging until it gives way to him because whether he’s off the field or not, every obstacle gives way to Yoichi Isagi.

His kisses are hot and hungry, full of longing and the need to show you that he deserves this, deserves you, and everything is moving so fast, you can barely keep up.

“Mh — ‘Ichi! What about the after party?” You manage to gasp out. Your shirt is already off, and he’s quick to make sure that your skirt follows suit.

“We’ll still make it in time.” He grunts out, hindbrain taking over as he pushes you against the door. You let out a little yelp from the sudden pain of your back colliding against it, but he’s easily forgiven when he gets down on his knees to examine you in full.

You think you hear the distinct sound of him taking in a sharp breath. You found the perfect pair of lacy panties in his team’s colors to surprise him for after the game, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and burning slowly in your tummy as you squirm under his intense gaze.

He presses a kiss to your clit through the thin fabric, and you can’t help but card your fingers through his thick locks of hair. “Yoichi, don’t tease!” Your chastisement sounds more like a whine, and all he does is laugh before licking a stripe on your panties, looking up at you with a near devilish look in his eyes. You can’t look away from your boyfriend, and he maintains eye contact the entire time as he bites down on the waistband of your panties, tugging it off with his teeth alone.

You lift one leg, balancing it on his shoulder — just the slightest bit unsteady because you always feel so weak when Yoichi has you however he wants — allowing yourself to step out of your panties. Before you know what’s happening, Yoichi is descending on your cunt, lapping at your arousal like he’s never going to get the chance to do so again. You grip his hair, mewling from his ministrations, the leg on his shoulder practically locking up.

“Taste so fuckin’ good.” His chin is covered in your juices, and you recognize that near-crazed look in his eyes. It’s almost similar to the one he sports on the field, where he’s close to reaching his favorite point in the game.

You’ll be lucky if you’re able to even stand by yourself by the time he’s finished with you.

Standing up and pulling down his soccer shorts and briefs in one go, just barely enough to free his aching cock, he angles it ‘til you can feel the heat of it against your thigh.

“Gotta make it fast, baby.” He mutters, giving you a quick kiss. You can taste the tangy sweetness of yourself still stuck on his lips and it distracts you just enough for the feel of his throbbing length entering you to be a shock.

“Ah! Fuck, Yoichi!” You gasp out, nails immediately digging into his back. He should be thankful his jersey is still on with the pressure you’re digging into his muscles. You can feel your walls tightening up against him; Yoichi is too thick and just too much for you to handle most days. Usually, he has enough kindness in him to have you come apart twice before even thinking about ravishing you, but right now—

—right now, he is all sweat-slicked, hard muscle. An unstoppable force. Just like everything else that crosses Yoichi Isagi’s path, your tight cunt gives way to him. Somehow, deep in your fucked out mind, you knew that you would end up in this position: entirely out of control and subject to any of Yoichi’s whims.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of my pretty girl when I scored the first time. Did you cheer for me, baby?” He’s so close that you can feel his words tickle against your ear, and you whimper, nodding in reply. Of course you would cheer for your boyfriend; you were probably the loudest one cheering.

“Always cheer — ah! — ing f-for you.” You can barely speak. You’ve got your legs wrapped around Yoichi’s slim waist, clinging onto him like he’s your lifeline, and you’ll drown without him. “Love ch-cheering for you!”

“Yeah? You mean that, pretty girl?” Every little ounce of praise you stutter out to him has him pounding into you even harder. He’s working so hard to bring you both to completion that the least you can do is help give him the needed boost he needs to reach his own climax.

“Mhm! You played so well today, ‘Ichi.” Your hands travel downwards, sneaking them under his shirt so you can feel his muscled back without any fabric blocking you. You love the feel of his bare back, sinking your nails to leave a memory of this moment embedded in his skin. He barely registers the pain of it; instead, he’s too focused on continuing to thrust so heavily, so hard into you, that your legs and thighs are screaming from the strain. “I love being fucked by the number one striker in the world.”

“You’re so strong, ‘Ichi.”

You whisper this against his ear, toes practically curling from the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm crashing over you way too soon. You moan but it sounds more like a high-pitched wail; half of it incoherent praise, the other half just disjointed pleas for him to slow down. You can feel the familiar throbbing and swelling of his cock inside of you, preparing to release, and you’re more than ready for it. Your legs hang limply by his side, and it’s only Yoichi that’s keeping you from slipping onto the floor in a wet, sticky mess.

“Gonna — oh fuck! — gonna cum in you, baby.” He’s panting. The exertion from a ninety-minute game and then fucking you boneless right after is taking its toll on your boyfriend’s body. Your hands travel underneath his shirt, slipping away from his muscled back and instead touching him everywhere; his hardened abs, his strong biceps. You can feel his muscles tightening as they work to continue fucking into you, and he’s chasing after his release like a man gone mad.

One, two, three — each thrust is hard and threatens to overstimulate your sensitive walls, but you let him use your body freely because he deserves it. He played so well today, and you wouldn’t want to be devoured whole by anyone else in the world other than Yoichi Isagi, number one striker in the world.

His cum is hot and thick, flooding into you. He’s so deep, you’re certain that he’s spilling it all into your womb. He’s biting down on the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder; the mark near your collarbone will be difficult to cover with the dress you planned to wear to the party, but somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to care. You sigh softly, content to just be held by Isagi as he waits for his cock to finally soften so he can slip out of you.

You’re both a mess. If a stranger saw you out on the street, they would have assumed that it was you running up and down a soccer field. You feel dizzy with pleasure, and you think you hear Isagi chuckle at the sight of you.

“You alright, baby?” He asks, setting your body down gently. Standing, as you predicted, is substantially harder now, but you manage to not fall over as he gets down on his knees again.

He helps you back into your panties, and it’s not until he places another kiss to your clit after he pulls them on you that you realize what a mess down there you are.

“Yoichi, wait — I need to get a different pair to wear to the party.”

He looks up at you, grinning like a devil. You can feel his cum seeping out of your cunt, trickling into a tiny puddle inside your panties. They’re damp and sticky and messy, but it’s kind of hot.

“Keep them on for me. Please?” His eyes are so wide and angelic, but that smirk on his face ruins any chance Isagi has for being mistaken for anything other than a monster straight from hell. A whole entire party where you’re reeking of sex, covered in love bites, and the constant threat of his cum staining your thighs and running down your legs?

Well… You suppose you can do it for him. He is a winner tonight, after all.

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goayeos · 6 months

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LIES AND BLOODSHED / 9:06 PM

Fandom: ATEEZ (Park Seong Hwa)

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Drabble, Gore

Word Count: 569

TW: blood, gore, death, mentions of serial killing, yandere, manipulation.

“What’s so bad about a little bloodshed?” He looked into her eyes, which were full of uncertainty, unease, and anxiety, it made him laugh a bit. At her silence he feigned hurt, tapping her cheek with his left index and middle fingers, “you should respond when talked to, angel.”

She didn’t know what to say, looking around at the red stained basement floor. The once brown panels of wood were now deep scarlet, and the large room now felt small and tight with the pungent scent of death lingering, it didn’t seem to bother him though. After all, he was the reason for all the skin grafts on those meathangers.

“Hwa… who exactly are you?..” She muttered, not able to leave the grip of his arm around her waist.

“...Who am I?” Seonghwa chuckled, finding his wife’s concern quite amusing. “I’m still the man you fell in love with years ago, I’m still here, I’ve never changed..” He continued, “..but you’re aware that even the people closest to you, even you, yourself, keep secrets from you. I guess you’ve figured out mine.”

Seonghwa’s eyes narrowed, his lips brushing against her jugular now. “I’m not gonna hurt you… relax puddin’,” he whispered, feeling her tense up, “don’t you trust your husband?”

With hesitance, she slowly nodded after a minute, but that was after Seonghwa was getting impatient, his blade pressed against her soft skin. “Good.. good angel.”

“Now I have to ask you one more thing,” He stood straight, letting go of her as he looked down at her shorter stature, “and you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

She shook her head, letting out a breath.

“You wouldn’t tell the authorities, no? Because I also know a secret of yours, baby.” Seonghwa raised his brows in amusement when she shook her head. “I-I’m not hiding anything. What would make you think so?” She looked up at him with a troubled gaze. “No?” He nearly scoffed out, then went out of her vision, into the dimmest part of the basement, where he opened the closet.

“You mind explaining this then, my dear, loving, oh so beautiful wife. You said you’d never lie to me, so I just want to know, because.. you know, I’m curious.” Seonghwa explained so casually, dragging out a deceased woman by the hair, covered in blood. His other hand held the back of her shirt for support, since the poor woman’s hair was jaggedly cut in a degrading way.

“Because I, oh baby girl, I didn't kill her. I’ve never seen her let alone would I ever touch her in this way, this.. This is disgusting.”

Seonghwa dropped the body at his wife’s feet, and watched as her face turned from feigned anxiety to stoic uneasiness.

“I said I wouldn't lie... “ She slowly turned her back to him, sliding sneakily the .22 in her grip, a devilish smile growing onto her features, as she let out a laugh.

“And I meant that.”

She turned quickly, gun to Seonghwa’s head.

“No female is gonna touch you, because you belong to me.” She cocked her brow, spitting on the dead body.

“And that harlot pushed her luck. Unrest in turmoil.”

“What-”

She snarled, before pistoling his foot, and dragging him away to the closet despite his newfound pain.

“Goodnight, my dear, loving, oh so beautiful husband. I said I’d never lie to you..” She smiled, closing the door.

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A/N: I've been preparing a series, comes out February 1st, 2024. It's called "Paranoia", and includes all members of ATEEZ. Most of them will be NSFW, as they are centered around adult content (sex, smoking, drinking, drugs, gangs, etc.). I'll be updating more about this on a separate post, but go ahead and let me know what you think about this one! Thank you for your time and take care of yourselves. <3

-Sweetness (2023)

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fluffyfranny · 2 years

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A celesgami fic where he's a werewolf but it HAS TO BE FLUFFY NO SAD please???

Oohoohoohoo, I like what we've got going on here :D

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"~October 31st, 2020. The moon is full on this most devilish of nights, shining as bright as light reflected through stained glass, and I am in a most unfavorable predicament."

Celeste never thought that, in a hundred years, she'd have to trudge out in her finest dress into the middle of the forest to seek out a lost cohort of hers.

Let alone on Halloween night.

The lady despised this holiday, for the concept of dressing as ghoulish creatures from fiction or some other persona left a foul taste in her mouth. What would people think of her if she were to ditch her traditional royal aesthetic for a night to mimic someone of a lower status than her, particularly that fanfic-crazed Yamada?

She would rather burn at the stake than take on the visage of that... that peasant.

However, this was not the predicament that miss Ludenberg was referring to in her miniature diary with which she carried, jotting down the account of her trek so as to distract herself from potentially disgusting herself further at the presumed grass clogging the heels of her shoes and mud smearing onto her stockings.

"Word from that desperate, lovey dovey Fukawa was given to me upon the moon cresting the horizon, with her stating that dearest Togami had gone missing prior to dinnertime commencing."

She wrote this next bit with a miniature, visible snarl.

"And of all people she begged to task with finding him, she chose moi."

However, the sneer quickly faded, and her lips quirked up in a miniature smile. Togami was one of the sparse few classmates of hers that she tolerated, and the same went for the heir with her.

Looking up from the pages, she took in a 360 degree analysis of her surroundings, and found that she was now fully encapsulated by trees. She had entered the edge of the forest what seemed like 10 minutes ago and had kept a continuous pace with her nose downturned at her booklet, taking occasional glances up in front of her to make sure she would not smack face-first into an oak.

"Fukawa stated that, in a frenzy, Togami fled out in the direction of these very woods after becoming visibly distressed while traversing to the cafeteria, insisting that he was anything but hungry or willing to stay another moment around anybody."

A light breeze rustled the leaves above her, providing a chilling ambience as Celeste trudged even further towards the center of the patch of woods.

"And this is where I must cease this impromptu entry, for I feel I should distract myself with not this, but locating our classmate prior to curfew arriving, for he may be in further danger if he does not make himself known. I bid thee farewell."

Shutting the diary and sealing it closed with a strap, she tucked it under an arm as she lifted her other hand and called out his name.

"Togami? Where have you run off to?" Celeste called out with enough force above a whisper, but not to the point of shouting as to not disturb anything, or anyone, that may also occupy the same wooded area.

"I insist you come out so we can get back before curfew," she called again but with a little more volume, aiming at projecting her voice far enough for the heir to hear if he were nearby.

If he weren't in these woods, the very ones that Fukawa claimed he ran in the general direction of, or anywhere near them...

If that nosy little author had her go off and get herself soiled for nothing, if Togami wasn't even here...

If she was being used...

"I swear to you, Togami!" Now Celeste was shouting, a metal-ringed finger raised in the air to enunciate her point with anger. "Come back this instant or I'll have your blonde mop skinned from your very scalp and made into a seat warmer!"

At this curt remark, a harsh scratching could be heard from the nearby trees, followed by a low rumble that could only be compared to a growl of a cornered animal.

Now this, this caught Celeste's attention, as her head snapped in the general direction of the sound, drills shaking to the point that she feared they'd snap loose. Her face swiftly sank and her skin paled, not expecting anything to actually be around within the woods enclosed on the school's campus.

"H-hello?" The lady stammered, mentally cursing herself as she let her professional facade slip when the word tumbled from her lips.

"I-is that you, Togami-kun?"

Another baritone growl, followed by a huff that gave off exhausted vibes.

It was right beside her.

Turning on her heels so fast that she almost lost her footing in the uneven dirt, Celeste whipped to the right and caught a glimpse of a tuft of blonde disappearing around the edge of the tree directly in front of her.

Careful so as to not alarm whatever, or whoever was there, she tiptoed on the balls of her heels, sight trained onto the ground so she wouldn't pull the cliche move and snap a twig beneath her, alerting her presence to potentially more skittish creatures around them.

As Celeste finally rounded the corner of the tree to face whatever lurked behind it, her shoulders sagged with relief when she finally was in front of her classmate, who was propped up on one leg against the trunk.

Except, he was a little more...physically quirky.

At the crown of Togami's head sprouted two little blonde ears, similar to those of a wolf and folded back against his head. His pupils were more dilated and his steely eyes shone just a tad more vibrant behind his glasses, reflecting the light given off by the moon. As he ran a hand through his mussed locks, his nails peeked out between the strands, and they were much pointier. The back flap of his suit jacket was cleaved down the middle to resemble a tailcoat to make room for...well, a tail. A thick, bushy tail of the same blonde as his hair with a pale underside, and it was quivering from side to side in miniature jerks, which meant that he was less than pleased.

"Oh, dearest Toagmi," Celeste huffed after holding a breath for too long as she assessed his appearance, pointing her ringed finger at each new feature of her comrade as she spoke. "Don't tell me you decided to play along with this despicable holiday." She crossed her arms, waiting for what the heir had to say.

Instead, her response was in the form of his ears flattening even more than they already had, along with his lips quirking up in a sneer, showing off pointed canines.

A low rumble of a growl left his throat before he turned his head away from Celeste to look back towards the way they both presumably came, the peaks of the school buildings just blocking the way from displaying the beauty of the horizon that featured the full moon front and center.

Celeste let out another ticked sigh before gripping Togami's face between two fingers and squished his cheeks together, turning his head to face her. His lips were still quirked up in a snarl as the lady reached her free hand to pluck what she thought were fake, plastic teeth from his mouth.

Instead, the heir snapped at her, making her withdraw her hand before those very real fangs could take her fingers clean off. A soft, surprised yelp left Celeste's mouth as Togami lowered his chin to not look at her, standing for a few seconds in complete silence aside from the leaves being rustled by a light gust.

As Celeste directed her gaze towards the tree her friend was propped against, she noticed five vertical slash marks carved into the bark of the trunk. Fake nails would not have the strength to inflict such markings.

"So...this isn't a ruse?" Celeste softly perked up, only earning a low chuff in response, which she presumed meant: Yeah yeah, it's real, now leave me be before I actually reconsider tearing more than your fingers off.

"Why...why didn't you tell us about this earlier?" She said, slowly getting closer so as not to agitate her cohort, her very much real werewolf of a partner. She reached a hesitant hand up towards his head, pausing for a second in case Togami decided to draw away or bite back, but was met with nothing.

Taking this as a good sign, she gently scratched her fingers through his hair, smoothing down the locks that stuck out at weird angles and braved a quick rub along one of his ears. She held her jaw, bracing for a bite to come to the back of her hand.

Instead, her eyes blew wide as she witnessed the blonde's chin raise, causing the two to stare directly at each other for a split second. Togami no longer looked entirely pissed. Rather, his eyebrows raised slightly before his eyes shut and his head pushed up into Celeste's hand, almost like he was insisting she keep it there and continue her miniature massage. The low rumbling he produced would have been mistaken for building anger if it weren't for the seemingly relaxed state of the heir's face. Instead, Celeste deduced that he was purring, a great sign that his mood was improving.

She tried to withdraw her hand, only for Togami to let out a sudden, piercing growl before lightly gripping her wrist and guiding it back to his head. Celeste took this as a sign to keep going, so she resumed her scratching, and he, in return, resumed his content purring.

After about another forty-five seconds, Togami finally seemed like he had enough and lightly nudged Celeste's hand off his head. He trudged to her side and directed his gaze towards the school, ears now perked up and occasionally twitching from any sudden little noises, along with his tail wagging, indicating a content mood despite his normally stern demeanor.

He turned to look at Celeste once, then back at Hope's Peak, then back to her, not being able to communicate verbally.

"You want to go back?" The lady asked, noticing the way his tail wagged just a tad faster before it suddenly stopped and he chuffed out of embarrassment, almost like he wanted to say: "Tch, you saw nothing."

She covered her mouth and let out a polite giggle before lightly putting a palm against his back. "I assume that's what you'd say, and if so, I would agree with you. Just..."

She paused before they could take another step, and she turned to him, holding back an unladylike snort as she watched Togami tilt his head, ears twitching.

"Just promise me one thing."

The heir chuffed at her, letting her know he was listening.

"Just... promise that you'll give that Fukawa a good scare if we find her."

Togami exposed his teeth in a menacing smirk, not caring that his tail wagged faster than before. She assumed he would be more than happy to heed to this.

"But you cannot have her for dinner," Celeste chided. "You probably wouldn't want to eat her anyway, considering she rarely showers. Would probably kill your appetite."

The heir's ears sank back against his head as he let out a curt growl, but nodded in agreement as they began their trek back to the school, diary tucked into Celeste's left hand, while her right one stayed lightly pressed against Togami's shoulder, guiding the way back.

For the first, and probably only time in the foreseeable future, she thoroughly enjoyed being out this late.

#danganronpa #dr1 #drthh #trigger happy havoc #celestia ludenberg #byakuya togami #celesgami

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dudemanauthor · 2 years

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Yang Xiao Long and the Infinite Strawberry Sunrise

Author's Note: Here's the final part of the 4 part Cake-Deviant series, with this part based on this art: https://www.deviantart.com/cake-deviant/art/Yang-Xiao-Long-BBW-735561249

Apparently while I was working on this I kept misspelling 'sunrise' as 'sinrise', which definitely feels apt for a fic like this.

As Yang lay on her back, her stomach round and bloated and her breathing slow and heavy, she realised what was probably the only downside to this role reversal she was currently enjoying. Her full stomach ached like nothing else, but this pain came with an equal, if not higher, amount of pleasure, pleasure that was heightened even further as Blake’s hand gently massaged Yang’s exposed belly.

“I’m impressed, Yang. I didn’t think you could finish those two pitchers,” Blake said with a sweet, soft smile. Yang let out a quiet burp that she was too lethargic to stifle.

“I don’t know how you got this full and still wanted more,” Yang groaned, eyes not really focusing on anything. “Does the infinite food or drink thing just make you less full, or are you just used to it?”

“Both,” Blake simply stated. “I used to stuff myself all the time back when I could, and that infinite food just makes you fatter without filling your stomach. In fact, it basically empties it for you.”

“Well, I think you’re gonna have to funnel the first bit in,” Yang said as she stiffly sat up, her belly sloshing loudly as she moved, “I’m way too stuffed to get it myself.” Blake quickly moved to the table where the defeated pitchers sat and picked up the infinite pitcher. She carefully brought it back to Yang and brought it to Yang’s reluctantly parted lips. Blake began to slowly pour the sweet strawberry drink down Yang’s throat and as Yang swallowed a few mouthfuls of the stuff, the effects were almost immediate. The hard, round belly was replaced by a belly that was much softer and much bigger, spilling over her belt and the waistband of her shorts, all of which was well exposed by the rising jacket that exposed more and more of her belly. Her breasts grew in every direction to strain her tube top and began threatening to pour out over the top. Her thighs and rear also grew a respectable amount, stretching out her shorts and causing her thighs to appear to bunch slightly at the leg holes. Despite how dangerously tight all of her clothes were getting, Yang felt comfortable enough to breath a sigh of relief.

“Feeling better?” Blake asked with barely reigned in smugness.

“Totally,” Yang said, excited and sincere. “I was super stuffed and now I feel great!” Yang practically leapt from the bed and on to her feet. She landed a little unsteady, not yet used to her increased weight and wobble. “Oh, wow, I’m like walking jelly,” she commented, gently grabbing and jiggling some of her excess blubber. “Ooh, wait, pass me the pitcher.” Yang reached for the infinite pitcher in Blake’s hands, and Blake was all too happy to hand it over. Yang waddled over to the table with the empty pitchers and turned to Blake. “Quick, take a photo,” she asked excitedly.

“Gladly,” Blake purred in response as she pulled out her scroll. She moved to get a profile picture of Yang and Yang happily posed for her, shooting a sweet smile at the camera as she held up the full pitcher. Blake snapped the photo and turned it so Yang could see. Yang hugged the pitcher tight and leaned in close to see the photo better.

“Holy heck, I look huge!” Yang exclaimed.

“Look?” Blake replied, raising an eyebrow. Yang let out a short laugh.

“Yeah, good point, I am pretty big,” Yang answered, somewhat sheepishly as she patted her hefty belly. “I’m not gonna lie, this feels pretty nice.” Blake reached over and grabbed a big handful of Yang’s fat gut.

“I like how it feels too,” she agreed, shooting Yang a devilish smirk. “I feel like you should do something about that jacket before you have another drink.” Yang looked down and couldn’t help but agree when she saw the buttons straining to stay intact and buttoned up. Yang popped each button open one by one, letting out a small sigh of relief as her jacket got looser and looser and her belly felt less and less constrained. As she undid the last button, her belly spilled forth, ballooning out and hanging just a touch lower. Of course, her tube top did it’s best to keep her contained, as did the now noticeably uncomfortable bra that her ballooning breasts were well and truly spilling out of. “I think more needs to come off,” Blake commented, “and I’ll help.” Yang nodded and began squeezing out of her tube top, stretching it to it’s limits just to get it off and reveal the lacy strapless bra beneath. The bra was covering the bare minimum at this point, with the pillowy breasts pouring out at every opportunity, and after a moment’s struggle, the bra was undone and shooting across the room as the small amount of elasticity it had went taut. Meanwhile, Blake was working quickly, dealing with everything below the waist until Yang was in nothing but a pair of black and yellow striped panties that were quite obviously not covering as much as they were when Yang put them on that morning. Not that the panties were easy to see, being partly covered by Yang's flowing belly. “Should we deal with this too?” Blake asked, tugging gently at Yang’s underwear, not strongly enough to dislodge it from Yang’s bulky lower body.

“Yeah, probably. I kinda like them,” Yang said, going just a little bit red. Blake hummed in agreement as she tugged harder, squeezing Yang’s panties past her meaty thighs and down to the floor. As Yang stood naked in the dorm room, she had to admit that she was glad her belly hung low enough to keep her core at least mostly covered. While there were concerns, those concerns disappeared as Blake came up behind her and began massaging all over Yang large, soft body, her hands sinking into Yang's fat flesh, causing an increasingly stimulated Yang to squirm in place as quiet moans slipped from her lips.

“Maybe you should have another drink,” Blake suggested in a low, dangerous tone as her hands reluctantly ceased their work. Yang nodded quickly, and before she knew what was happening she had the pitcher in her hand and raised to her lips. Running mostly on instinct, thanks to Blake’s hands returning to encouraging her, Yang tipped the pitcher up and let the sweet liquid trickle into her mouth. Before long, Yang was growing again, much to her and Blake’s pleasure. Within moments, it was clear that Yang was going to turn out very top heavy, as her breasts expanded in every direction. Yang’s ballooning breasts hung low over her rolling belly, which took on less of a round shape and more of just a mass of fat and flesh as it grew wider and hung lower and further out. Of course, her thighs and rear weren’t too far behind as they grew thicker and thicker, but they were clearly beaten by the sheer mass of Yang’s breasts and belly. When Yang finally needed to stop for a breath, she looked down at her transformed body, and she liked what she saw. Granted, almost all of what she initially saw was her massive breasts, which were probably at the far end of the alphabet in terms of size. As Yang’s free hand explored further, she let it sink into the feathery soft mass that was her belly, groping and massaging it as she enjoyed her growth. Then, another hand, Blake’s hand, met hers and held it gently.

“Wow, Blake, this is incredible,” Yang said in a breathy, reverential tone.

“You’ve really been missing out on this,” Blake said, almost moaning with pleasure. “Now, why don’t you get on the bed, so I can deal with that raging arousal you must be feeling by now.” As Blake’s hands disappeared, Yang noticed what Blake was talking about, feeling an incredible warmth within her core, as well as a damp coolness between her legs. Yang moved slowly towards the bed, drinking a little more as she went and trying not to topple over under her massive and wildly different weight. By the time she eventually waddled over to the now creaky bed, she had ended up about as wide as the bed and with breasts larger and softer than pillows. She put the pitcher down, not wanting to destroy Blake's bed under her new weight and shuffled over until she wasn't spilling over one side. Once that was done, Yang realised that even with gravity working against them, her breasts were large enough to block the view of her belly, as well as pretty much everything in that direction. That was how Blake managed to surprise Yang as she grabbed good handfuls of Yang's fat belly. Yang yelped in surprise as she tried to sit up but was held down by her own unexpected weight.

“Blake, I really hope that’s you,” Yang said quickly as she tried to crane her neck to see past her own body.

“Of course it's me,” Blake teased as she gave Yang a gentle squeeze. “Now, just relax and enjoy,” she added as Yang felt a rigid length slowly entering her core. Just that was enough to cause Yang's back to arch and high-pitched whimpering moans to slip from her mouth.

“Gah, why does that feel so good?” Yang said quickly between uninhibited moans.

“Isn't it obvious?” Blake asked as she rolled her hips, gently sliding the length in and out of Yang's core, creating the friction that Yang wanted and needed. “You're just enjoying yourself.” Yang tried to respond, but all that came out were moans of pleasure. Blake chuckled quietly as she kept working at Yang's core. It wasn't long before Yang was just letting loose a stream of louder and louder moans and began squirming with pleasure in a way that made her whole fat body wobble and jiggle. Then, with one especially hard thrust, the dam finally broke and Yang threw her head back to let out one last orgasmic moan. Blake took the cue to slow down, loosen her grip on Yang's fatty mass and just let Yang slowly ride out the orgasm. After a moment, Yang had finished and was just laying there on her back, panting for air.

“Holy crap, I'm exhausted,” Yang gasped. “I didn't realise this took so much energy when you're this big,” she added, grabbing her massive breasts to emphasise her point. That was when Blake moved around to snuggle with Yang, resting her head on Yang’s pillowy breast, allowing Yang to see that Blake wasn’t wearing anything below the waist.

“Now you know how I felt,” Blake teased softly. Yang reached a thick arm around Blake to bring her in closer. Then, her hand wandered lower down Blake’s slim body. “Are you planning what I think I’m planning?” Blake asked with a smug grin on her face.

“Hah, you think I’ve planned this?” Yang said, a devilish grin gracing her chubby cheeks as a pair of pudgy fingers slid into Blake’s tight, wet core. Blake let out a gasp from surprise and pleasure, before burying her face in Yang’s massive chest just so she could have more of Yang, with a side effect of stifling her moans. Yang used her free hand to push Blake’s face further into her cavernous cleavage as her other hand worked faster and faster. It didn’t take long for Blake’s needs to be met as she came in Yang’s soft embrace. Yang moved her hand from Blake’s head down to her back as she slowly and carefully slipped her fingers out of Blake’s soaked pussy. Blake wrenched her head out of Yang’s deep cleavage, flushed and panting for air.

“That… that was amazing. I love you, Yang,” Blake said sweetly. Yang smiled softly.

“Thanks for being honest with me and letting us do this together,” Yang replied, just as sincere and sweet, before bringing Blake in for a gentle peck on the lips. The couple lay there, Blake resting upon her large, soft girlfriend, as the two savoured the moment as much as they could before Yang returned to her normal size. Of course, they knew that time would come, but it felt like an eternity away as they lay in each other’s arms, wanting this moment to never end.

#chubby!rwby #weight gain #stuffing #breast expansion

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Author Spotlight: JasonMorganfan87

I usually don’t do author spotlights (and by usually I mean never), but I was going through my bookmarks and realized just how many fics of JasonMorganfan87 that I have saved. So I thought that I’d make a full rec of them.

Lucifer

To Heaven and Back

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18795274

Summary: When Lucifer decided to kill himself briefly to save Chloe, he was certain he’d go back to Hell. What if he was wrong?

My Comments: This is a delightful Lucifer AU that I just fell in love with. I always liked fics that include the rest of Lucifer’s family. I also like Chloe in this fic and how she investigates Lucifer’s family. I definitely recommend this one.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 12/14/20

Length: 52,647 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13283860/1/To-Heaven-and-Back

Divine Alterations

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19132594

Summary: What if Chloe got the call regarding Charlotte’s death a little later. Chloe and Lucifer’s moment turns to something more, which leads to Chloe discovering a shocking surprise when she’s in Rome. How will it change her relationship with Lucifer? Can they protect themselves and those they love from the growing threat of Father Kinley?

My Comments: This is a fic I found right after season 4 came out. I like the twist the author put on season 4, and how that changes everything.

Status: Complete

Length: 50,333 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13306510/1/Divine-Alterations

Tragic Life Changes

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16767835

Summary: A tragic accident involving Chloe and Dan forces Lucifer to take on responsibilities and life changes he never thought he would. Can he handle it along with his own pain? And is Chloe truly lost to him?

My Comments: This is actually one of the first Lucifer fics I read and I immediately fell in love with it. This is the fic that actually got me into the parent!Lucifer trope. I love the plot twist and Lucifer dealing with his grief. I definitely recommend this fic. There is a sequel, that I will link down below, but it is incomplete

Status: Complete

Length: 66,649 words

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1503338

Sequel: The Black Sheep --

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20855750

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13132580/1/Tragic-Life-Changes

Ff.net Sequel: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13400422/1/The-Black-Sheep

A Tragic Twist

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29645559

Summary: Amenadiel never returns to Earth in season 4 and Linda goes through her pregnancy alone. What happens when Linda doesn’t survive childbirth? Will Lucifer step up to care for his nephew? Will it bring him and Chloe together? What will happen if Amenadiel does return for his child?

My Comments: This is an awesome fic! I love Lucifer and Charlie together, and Lucifer being a dad to a newborn is just adorable. Amenadiel, as you can probably tell from the summary, is a bit of a jerk. But I think it works for the story. I definitely recommend giving this fic a shot.

Status: Complete

Length: 24,385 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13826068/1/A-Tragic-Twist

Gift to the Devil

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32542993

Summary: Chloe is truly a gift meant for Lucifer. What happens when Lucifer chooses not to go to Earth where he’s meant to meet Chloe. God is still determined to give his son his gift, even if he has to send Chloe and her daughter to him. Will Lucifer and Chloe fall for each other or will they fight it to spite God?

My Comments: This is an awesome fic that I desperately hope the author comes back to. I love the idea of Chloe in Hell, and the enemies to lovers trope between Lucifer and Chloe is awesome. I highly recommend this one.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 9/13/22

Length: 12,120 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13919242/1/Gift-to-the-Devil

Devilish Savior

By: JasonMorganfan87

https//archiveofourown.org/works/32542993

Summary: Tragedy struck Chloe’s life when her child was taken from her as a toddler. Years later, she meets Lucifer, who has a child that reminds Chloe so much of her little girl. Has Chloe’s prayers been answered? And can the three become a family?

My Comments: I’ve read a few Lucifer-raising-Trixie fics, and I have to say that this is the best one I’ve found. I love Lucifer and Beatrice’s relationship in this fic. It’s just adorable. Dan is a bit of a douche, but that’s not unusual for these types of fics. I highly recommend giving this one a read.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 7/30/22

Length: 37,955 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13561742/1/Devilish-Savior

Lucifer/Agents of Shield

The Devil of Shield

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24449083

Summary: Lucifer has been noted to be on Earth during WW2. What if he came across SHIELD and shared the same goals as them? Lucifer joined their cause and became an agent. What happens many years later when Coulson comes to call him back? Will he resume his position or does he prefer his life as it is?

My Comments: This is a pretty great fic. I’ve always loved Lucifer/Marvel crossovers. And I love how all of the SHIELD agents are just fangirling over Lucifer. Chloe is written to be a bit infuriating, although I understand why the author wrote her like that. Other than that this is an awesome fic that I highly recommend.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 7/23/21

Length: 18,572 words

Lucifer/The Vampire Diaries

The Angelic Doppelganger

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47511421

Summary: The ritual to sacrifice Elena doesn’t go as planned, leaving Elena to discover that her father isn’t who she thought he was. What happens when Elena learns that her true father is the Devil himself? How will her relationship with the Salvatores change? How about her relationship with the Originals? And what will Lucifer do when he realizes he has a daughter?

My Comments: This is a fic I’ve been following since the first chapter was posted, and I’ve just fallen in love with each new chapter. The pairing is Klaus/Elena, which is a little weird, but the author hasn’t even gotten to that part yet. And I’m sure that they’ll make it work. I still recommend giving this fic a chance.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 9/25/23

Length: 12,494 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14238314/1/The-Angelic-Doppelganger

The Vampire Diaries

The Original Love

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43607361

Summary: Elena is not what she appears to be. She is far from human and far from weak. What will Stefan and Damon do when they learn the truth? And who will Elena choose? One of the Salvatore brothers or her first love, an Original vampire?

My Comments: This is a fic I’ve found a while back, and while it did take a bit to grow on me, I’ve ended up loving it. While it doesn’t have that many words yet, you can tell that this fic is going places. The love triangle in it is just amazing. I highly recommend giving this fic a chance.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 4/1/24

Length: 18,133 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14172279/1/The-Original-Love

A Wolf’s Redemption

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48252055

Summary: What if Stefan wasn’t the one to save Elena from the accident? What happens when Klaus learns of Elena’s existence much earlier? Klaus will do whatever it takes to end his curse this time around. However, what happens when his interest in Elena becomes about more than just sacrificing her? Will his feelings for her outweigh his desire to end the curse?

My Comments: While this fic only has two chapters, I’ve still fallen in love with the concept. This is definitely a scenario that caught my interest of how season 1 of TVD would play out if Klaus found Elena first. So I’m eager to see where the author takes this.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 7/23/23

Length: 2,551 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14250121/1/A-Wolf-s-Redemption

Impossible Relations

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52202408

Summary: What if Elena wasn’t a Petrova Doppelganger after all? Why does she look so much like Katherine then? When Elijah meets Elena for the first time, he notices that she is not what she seems. How does Elena deal with it when she learns she isn’t human? What is she? And what does it have to do with Elijah?

My Comments: I really love the idea behind this fic, (Spoiler) Elena being Elijah’s daughter is a plot twist I would have never thought of, but I didn’t know how much I needed parent!Elijah. Majority of the fics have Klaus being the one to become a parent, so having it be Elijah was a nice twist. This fic is complete, and the sequel is currently ongoing as we speak. This is cross-posted on ff.net which I have linked down below.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 4/7/24

Length: 88,218 words

Sequel: The Rise of the Mikealson Witches-- https://archiveofourown.org/works/55591264

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4081465

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14306574/1/Impossible-Relations

Sequel Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14352125/1/The-Rise-of-the-Mikaelson-Witches

Heritage

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45529498

Summary: After finding out she’s a doppelganger and is expected to be sacrificed, Elena is determined to find out all she can about herself and how she became what she is. What happens when her search links her to a certain group of original vampires. How will her relationship with the Mikaelsons change when they find out she’s one of them?

My Comments: I got to say that I really love this fic. I love Elena and Jeremy's relationship with the Mikaelsons in this fic, not to mention the drama between Elena and Stefan is just amazing. I highly recommend this fic, and am eagerly waiting for more!

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 1/21/24

Length: 38,142 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14206422/1/Heritage

The Firstborn

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53907538

Summary: Elena has been hiding a huge secret from both her friends and the Mikaelson’s. With the return of Esther, her secrets are revealed. What has she been hiding? And what does it have to do with the oldest, long though dead Mikaelson sibling? And can the Originals help protect her from the threat that will be coming from her?

My Comments: This is a pretty good fic that is just starting out. I have to say the twist the author took with it is pretty interesting. Elena being Freya’s daughter is a twist that I never would have thought of. But I have to say that I really like this take on it, and am interested in seeing where this goes.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 5/20/24

Length: 27,004 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14329062/1/The-Firstborn

Reborn Life

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53395570

Summary: What if Esther didn’t ask to see Elena in order to get help in destroying her children, what if she truly wanted to reunite her family. Including the daughter that was reborn into a certain doppelganger? How will Elena deal with the fact that she is a sister to the Originals? How will the rest of the Mikaelson’s react to Elena being one of them?

My Comments: This is a really great fic! I’ve always loved fics with Elena being a Mikaelson, and having Elena not only be Esther’s daughter, but Ansel’s as well was a nice twist. I really love the bond she has with all the Mikealson’s, and having Esther wanting to reunite her family, but going about it in the most toxic way is really interesting.

Status: Complete

Length: 40,505 words

Sequel: Mending a Family -- https://archiveofourown.org/works/55891879

Series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4112380

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14322501/1/Reborn-Life

Sequel Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14355891/1/Mending-a-Family

Vengeful Love

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54897493

Summary: Elena is unforgiving after Stefan threatens to drive her over Wickery Bridge. She is determined to get revenge. What better way than to turn to the one person he hates most of all. Will an affair with the original vampire she hates the most turn into something more?

My Comments: This fic is in the early stages, but so far it’s really good. I love the dynamic between Elena and Klaus. Not to mention I actually really like the way she doesn’t forgive Stefan, which always confused me in the show how fast she forgave him. So this is a nice change from that. The romance that is slowly building between Klaus and Elena is sure to be good. It is a slow burn, just fyi, so my recommendation is to hang in there, because I can’t wait for it. Highly recommend this fic. This fic is cross-posted on ff.net, so that’s linked down below.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 5/13/24

Length: 9,663 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14342834/1/Vengeful-Love

The Tribrid Awakening

By: JasonMorganfan87

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55307188

Summary: Klaus and Elena are left shocked when Elena turns into a werewolf on the night of the sacrifice. Now Elena must wade through a lifetime of compulsions to discover the truth about herself. How will she handle the fact that her life was never what it was supposed to be? And what will Klaus do when he finds out the damage that was done to the person he loves most in the world?

My Comments: This fic is in its early stages with only a few chapters. But it already has me hooked. I’m really looking forward to seeing where the author takes this fic. I recommend keeping an eye on this one, because I can already tell it’s going places.

Status: Incomplete

Last Update: 5/19/24

Length: 21,875 words

Ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14348391/1/The-Tribrid-Awakening

#fanfiction #fanfiction rec #lucifer #agents of shield #the vampire diaries #tvd fanfiction #lucifer fanfiction

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband fanfic #social media au #corpse husband imagine #myso #make you say oh #sykkuno x reader #if ya squint #imagine #imagines #reader #reader insert

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Tricks and Dips

Author’s note: I hope you mean laser pointer- and as I’ve clearly stated in my rules, I only do one boy per scenario, so that I will go with Leona. I accidentally deleted the ask, but I had it screenshotted beforehand! Thank god. I use you/yours pronouns. I will go with my gut and write the “Laser Beam” into a cat toy for Leona.

Word Count: 0.932

Trigger Warnings: Nothing, Leona being tried of his s/o’s mischief but finds it endearing.

Summary: Leona’s mischievous lover buys a laser pointer from Sam’s shop to see how he’d react. He is part cat, right? What could go wrong?

Prancing off from Sam’s mysterious shop of wares, a cheeky smile pulls your lips upward as your hand dives into your plastic bag to fish out a small item that caught your attention in the young man’s shop. Along with a few necessities, like ramen cups, toothpaste, tissues, the list of things goes on, but from your tedious quest for your basic needs. A rare find sparkled in the rubble as you inspected the small metallic pointer, and it had a textured slide to which you quizically moved upward. A solid red light shoots from the pointer as you tested it out in Sam’s store.

“Hey~ what’s got your eye, my little demon?” Sam’s bright voice cuts through your offtrack thoughts as he walks up to look at your hand closer. He still had to check on his customers to make sure they wouldn’t leave without paying, and that basketful of things in your other hand made things a little suspicious.

“Oh hey, Mr. Sam, I got lost in thought with this bit of toy you have here. When did you sell cat toys? I would’ve thought Professor Trein had lots of toys at his house.” You comment as you swish the laser pointer around in mindless circles for your amusement. An entertaining thought reappeared in your head as the red dots made red circles in the air. ‘Maybe I can use this to see if Leona would react to this.’

The staff member’s eyes widen as he listens to his valued customer and a devilish smirk paints his face as he raises a gloved finger to his lips. A knowing gleam shimmers in his magenta eyes. Sam’s friends on the other side told him early this morning that you’d be coming after classes to get some things and the spirits told Sam to get a small box full of laser pointers. The owner raised his brow at the muffled snickers from the shadows, but he made a small purchase. It wouldn’t hurt his business anyway, and he was pretty grateful he listened to their recommendation. Many students surprisingly bought them with smirks of amusement.

“My little demon, didn’t I tell you before I have everything here in my store even before you think of it. The thing you desire always appears on my shelves.” Ominous words leave Sam’s mouth, yet his cheerful tone makes a chill creep up your spine as you turn off the light and cordially smile at the man moving toward the cash register to buy your things and test the laser pointer.

“Mr. Sam’s accuracy in his items is scary sometimes.” You went offhandedly muttering to yourself as your legs moved to The Hall of Mirrors, and you went off to Savannaclaw. The items in your bag weren’t perishable so you could play around with Leona for a little while. Snickering to yourself, you wander further into the rough and tumble dorm. The prince was either playing chess in his room, napping, or practicing Magishift. Veering off your course, you walked toward the extensive Practice Stadium to check if he was there with Ruggie and other members playing, and you wanted the extra time to think of your light-hearted prank against Kingscholar.

Despite how he acted with others, he truly cared for you, but not with flowery words or overt actions showing his affection towards you in public. His actions made your trickster heart flutter even when you pulled pranks with Ruggie and Ace on your free days. It was a wonder how you wrapped Leona Kingscholar around your pinky, but perhaps that playful streak woven in your heart drew him to you after heart-to-hearts. That wasn’t easy, and you’d be a fool to say it was, the time and effort of even becoming close to his closed-off heart was a lot, but among being playful, you were persistent, much to Leona’s initial displeasure.

Nearing the corner of his room, you slowed and quieted your breathing and stalked your unwitting quarry. Retrieving the cat toy from your bag, you did your best to make no sound, and a smug smirk painted your face as your heartbeats drummed in your chest. A wave of excitement and anticipation took over you, which always happens when you’d prep for an escapade, like that one time when you placed whip cream in Ace’s hand when he was sleeping and tickled his nose with a feather. The poor boy didn’t see it coming, but it was quite the spectacle, especially with Cater recording in the back, promptly posting it to Magicam, and sending it to your phone.

Even though you didn’t see Leona’s reaction to your video, he laughed at his phone in the Botanical Garden as he watched the red-haired boy get stirred awake.

Recalling how Ace’s face morphed from serenity to startled and horrified, a chuckle threatened to erupt from your lips, almost giving your position away. Luckily, you swallowed the laughing fit. You peer over the doorway to see Leona sprawled out on his bed, peacefully sleeping away the day.

‘Perfect.’ Your cheeks hurt from smiling as you move closer into his room. Starting slow, you flipped the slider switch and played with the red dot in the shadows of his room. Leona’s ears twitch, and he heard you long before you sneaked upon him. The plastic bag gave you away, but Leona thought your acts were quite cute, and he slowly roused himself from his nap. He’ll let you have this win, but in return, you’d need to give him your time and cuddles for the next week.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney #sherbet’s scenarios #sherbet writes #twst leona #twisted wonderland leona #leona kingscholar #x reader #reader x Leona

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multifandomthoughts · 3 years

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Sunbathing Beauty

MINORS DNI, NSFW

AFAB READER

Requested by: @softiebadbitch

Warnings: Fellatio, Penetration, Semi-public sex (though nobody is there)

“Ace, you can’t even swim!” You shout as the brunette held your arm, dragging you across the warm sand as he ran, umbrella slung over one shoulder and a backpack over the other. “But I wanted to spend time with you, and pops said if I didn’t get out soon, he’d tell the cook not to let me have any food for a week. I know he didn’t mean it, but that personal of a threat has to mean something.”

“I still don’t understand why you took me to the beach of all places.” You retort, the sun beating down on the two of you, reminding you to put on sunscreen after this conversation. “Isn’t it enough that I want to spend some time with you? You are my favorite person after all.” Ace flashes you a wide grin and drops the bag he was carrying, some of the contents spilling out.

You get a look at the contents and sighed. Buckets and hand shovels? The second division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates… wants to make sandcastles? “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” You say, trying to act annoyed but unable to keep a smile off your face. Pulling out the rest of the contents, there are two towels, sunscreen and sunglasses. The towel and sunscreen are most important, considering you were burning not only your skin, but the soles of your feet from the baking sand.

The first thing you do is spread your towel on the sand, and once the safe haven is formed you get off your hot feet and lie down on it, putting on your sunglasses. “Since we’re going to be here a while, do you think you could help me with the sunscreen? I don’t want to burn my back.” Ace nods and grabs the bottle. “Want to untie your top or should I just work around it?” He asks, squeezing a sizable dollop onto his hand.

You nod as best you can while lying down and reach back to untie the knot holding your top on. A small sigh escapes you as your chest feels that little bit more free. It’s soon replaced by a squeal as you twitch from the sudden presence of Ace’s cold, wet hands on your back. You return to a relaxed state once the initial shock wears off and enjoy the loving touch of him applying the lotion all over your bare skin. It feels like the interaction is over almost as soon as it started and soon he’s left your side again to start filling his buckets with sand. You pout a little bit, as you tie your top back on and sit up to start applying your own sunscreen everywhere else.

A funny feeling starts to creep upon Ace. His mind is no longer focused on the whimsy of building sand castles. He’s more interested in that bikini that you spent so much time trying to have him notice. His heart is racing as if he were on the battlefield, but adrenaline and aggression are the furthest things from his mind right now. This is purely… excitement, and something akin to the awe he gets from a sunset, all focused on you. The desire to get even closer to you begins to overwhelm his mind, and he has to do something about it. The thought of dumping a bucket of cold clear ocean water on you has passed.

Acting on impulse alone he left his buckets behind and stood in front of you once again, wordlessly staring. You give him a confused look. “Do you need something, Ace?” Stumbling over his words, Ace blurts “That swimsuit is so revealing it’s practically pointless. Let’s get rid of it.” Your face turns bright red, it wasn’t the reaction you expected, but one that you were looking for. “Ace….” You respond, a smirk on your face. “We can do that, but this is a public place!” “But why not? Being a pirate is about the freedom to do what you like when you like. And a relationship is about not caring what others think because you’re happy together. So since I’m all worked up now, let’s have some fun!”

You scan your eyes across the beach, looking for any signs of other inhabitants. It seems like any other occupants have left, either because they knew who Ace was, or they had become disinterested. Satisfied that you don’t have an audience, you give a sigh. “Alright, but can you at least put up the umbrella so we’ll be more cool in the shade?” Giving a mock salute, Ace sets about planting the pole in the sand and spreading the umbrella over your heads. “Nice and comfy now, hot stuff?” “Totally, the shade makes it nice and cool, as well as covering up.”

You go to take off your top, Ace’s eyes glued to your torso like a dog towards a steak. That gives you an even better idea, and you immediately put that plan into action. Running yours hand up and down your shoulders and thighs, you hover your hand over the knot keeping your swimsuit together. You can swear you see Ace gulp and a bead of sweat cascade down his forehead.

Rather than pull the knot undone right away you tug on the strings over your shoulders a bit to make your chest bounce for him. “You said this doesn’t cover enough, but I think you’re going crazy because you can’t see the best parts yet… but don’t worry baby, I’ll show you everything soon. And then you’ll melt in my hands, knowing that you have to beg. Ace squirms excitedly, his hands clasped together between his knees in a futile attempt to keep him from reaching out.

You right hand reaches behind your back to untie the knot while simultaneously holding your left arm in front of you, covering up your breasts as the top of your swimsuit goes limp around your body. Winking at him, you bring your free hand back around to your waist and start tugging at the side of your bottoms. “Which will it be first, Ace? Move this arm out of the way, or take the rest of it off?” For the first time, you think you’ve silenced Ace. He doesn’t say anything, and just stares straight ahead at your covered breast. So mesmerized, so enamored that not one word drips out of his mouth.

Ace says something, but the words just don’t come out. He repeats this multiple times, each time as quiet as the last time. You tilt your head in mock confusion, trying to hold back the smirk that attempts to creep onto your face. “Sorry babe, a little louder?” His fists are tightly clenched in between his knees as he sits in front of you staring unblinkingly at the arm keeping him from your treasure. “All… I want all of it… I need all of you…” he groans through gritted teeth, his legs constantly shifting as if that will bring any relief to his fierce prisoner.

“Oh, is that so? You laughed, happy to know that your plan of teasing him with your swimsuit has gotten you to this point. “So, what’s it going to be? Tits or pussy?” Ace flashes you a devilish grin, having gained his confidence back. The Ace that you met who was full of swagger, and could take on absolutely anything. Without a second thought he gently grabs your wrist. “Yes.” Next thing you know, you’re on your back in a passionate kiss with Ace. One hand is running through your hair, the other has pulled your arm away from your chest, your breasts now pressed against his pecs as the friction sends a wave of heat through both of your bodies.

“Now, for the elephant in the room….he declares. “Do I have your permission to touch you?” Nodding your head violently and vocalizing a yes, you take his hand, place it on your breast and wrap his fingers around the soft tender flesh. His knee runs up your inner thigh, stopping short of the prize and coming back down, then back up again. If he had finished the journey he would feel the damp spot in your bikini bottoms. Instead, he brings his mouth down to kiss and suck on the tit his hand had left unattended. “Love these so much…” he mutters, bowed over you as if in a prayer of gratitude. When his head does raise to meet your gaze, the mischievous look is back though a bit hazy with lust. “Permission to finish stripping you?” He inquired with a smirk. “G-granted…” you manage to squeak out between shuddering breaths and half suppressed moans. “Great. Then get up onto your knees and bend over for me.” He says with an authority you can’t dismiss but a needy tone that betrays the facade covering his desperation for this.

As he asks, you get on your hands and knees. No sooner have you done it than he is behind you running his hands over your ass. But he does not let himself get sidetracked and you feel fingers hooking under the waistband of your bottoms. With baited breath you try to hold still as he yanks the garment down to your knees. Your arousal is apparent in both the wetness of its crotch area and the moisture glistening on your exposed pussy. “Naughty girl, aren’t you?” Ace teases, knowing damn well he and his pitched mast aren’t ones to talk. “I could take you right here like this… would you like that? Or should I ask you to return the favor and help me out of my trunks now?” You squirm in his grip, before slipping out onto your back and spreading your legs for him. “You’ve been begging for it, I don’t know how you’re able to wait!” You giggle, batting your eyelashes at him. Seeing you in this new seductive pose silences Ace yet again, not to mention being called out for his lust. You take a little pity on him and sit up again to reach out for his swimsuit.

“I guess I won’t make you wait in agony any longer… let me see your handsome body…” you say softly as you pull his clothes off. Sure enough his erection springs out stiff and ready. You mull your eyes over it for a minute, big and thick before running your hand down and up the base. Ace let’s out a long sigh, one that he didn’t know that he was holding. He scoots back onto the very edge of the towel, spreading himself out so you have more room to take him in. Before anything else, you knew you had to give this thing some hands on attention… and probably lip service.

Running a finger up and down the warm flesh from soft tip to twitching base, you lick your lips and feel your lower half getting equally wet. You’re not some superficial girl who only appreciates a guy for physical attributes… but fuck this is an impressive dick. As you reach the tip again you wrap your hand around his shaft instead and start to gently stroke up and down. “So big and hard… just for me? You know how to make a girl feel special don’t you… Let’s see if I can make you feel even better. Just tell me if it hurts, or if you’re about to blow.” He nods violently, as you begin to lower your head back onto his dick. Your hand on the base of his shaft, you move it in the opposite direction you are sucking, sliding your hand up as you go down.

With a gentle grip guiding your head, Ace directs your motions in a steady pace, releasing a cacophony of moans. For every rise and fall he lets out a pleasured sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard from this notorious pirate. Some guttural, some high pitched, all from your man. You flutter your eyelashes again as you look up at him; it’s useless, as his eyes are gently closed in pure bliss. Despite the umbrella casting a long shadow across the two of you, beads of sweat roll down his forehead; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. A sharp tug on your hair alerts you that he’s close, as his eyes roll back into his skull. He attempts to take control and starts thrusting in search of climax. You weren’t prepared to be face fucked like this, but you can adapt quickly.

Using your arms, you forcefully remove Ace’s hands from your head, releasing you from his guide. In an attempt to coax his climax quicker, you breathe in deeply through your nose and take all of his thick cock, burying your nose into his pubic bone. The mixture of deepthroating, and your hand on the base of his shaft causes him to let out an ear piercing whine. You manage to stay down and are rewarded as his pulsing cock unloads, the warm rush of cum filling your mouth. You swallow, before winking and blushing back at your partner.

“Ready for round two?” You coo, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before widening your stance expectantly. “Or can you not handle what beauty is sitting in front of you?” You expect him to need a little time to cool down and recharge, but his erection hasn’t gone down in the slightest and he only looks more eager. “I think I can handle you pretty well, just wanna be sure you can handle this bad boy. Guess I have my answer, so here’s a better question: Do we have any kind of protection?”

Biting your lip, you drag your discarded top through the sand, and reach inside the breast pocket. “For when a sexy man wants to have some fun…” You quip, tearing the wrapping open with your teeth. “Now’s the main event, big boy…” Separating the rubber from the plastic, you put Ace’s cock in your hand once again. In one quick movement, the condom is on and the two of you are ready to go. As he draws in close again, you run a playful finger along his abs. He takes hold of your left thigh while his right hand holds his member steady on its course. “Let me help with that…” you offer softly, grabbing his wrist to make the intention clear. He lets go and you take hold of the slick latex and warm flesh. Now with both hands on your thighs, he keeps your legs spread and your body steady as the tip of his member presses at your waiting opening to seek entry. With you to guide him he pushes a bit more and finds it.

You wince in pain, gripping his shoulders as his big cock fills you. He was stretching you a bit, but you didn’t mind the sting. The pain is worth the pleasure. You take a deep breath as you bottom out, a pleasant feeling enveloping your core. “Fuck me Ace, please…you feel so good…” you plead, squirming to get more of that wonderful feeling. “Okay hot stuff, be prepared for a wild ride.” His hands wander up to your breasts, grasping them as if they were the most precious jewels. Tantalizingly slow, he pulls out of you. You beg and whine, every inch lost leaving an empty feeling until all you have is the tip. “Put it….in…please!!” You howl, clawing at his legs as you attempt to push him back in. He goes back to rubbing your nipples under his thumbs and acts like he’s deep in thought. “Well… you’re making some pretty cute noises right now so maybe I shouldn’t? Ah, but I wanna hear what you’ll sound like when I do this!” And just like that he slammed back in, as you let out a loud moan.

Ace is done going easy on you, and the thrust in is immediately followed by another out, then back in agains and again. He’s really fucking you now, and it feels so goddamn good. Every slap of skin against skin elicits an even louder sound, is it possible that there’s a limit to your volume? The harder he goes on you, the tighter you can feel yourself getting. Your coil keeps tightening, almost ready to snap. As if the feeling of his cock isn’t exciting enough, the look on his face and the grunts and moans he’s making are sure as hell helping. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him deep in you and arch your back to press your tits into his waiting hands even more.

Pleasure and joy flow through your body and mind so strongly you worry it might start to spill out as tears, and you can certainly tell it’s dripping out somewhere else. Your sexual frenzy continues a few minutes more until you know you can’t take any more. “Ace… I’m so close…” you try to tell him, though by now your voice has been reduced to a shrill squeak. Ace understands it though, and replies with a grunt that sounds like “Me too… together babe.” Your boyfriend leans in and kisses you one more time as he ruts like the animal in heat he seems to be. The dam bursts and you moan into the kiss as your pussy convulses and tries to milk him for all he’s got. Luckily you have the condom in the way, because he’s got a lot. He twitches a few times as a fresh load streams out and is collected in the reservoir tip, and you feel a new wave of heat in your core.

You lay back on your towel, spent. It feels as if you’ve just completed a marathon and every muscle in your body is crying out for rest. Despite this, you look into Ace’s eyes; they’re clouded from what just went on. Catching your breath, your face is just inches away from Ace’s. He’s regained all his energy already and gives you a cheeky grin. “See? I knew we’d have plenty to do at the beach without having to swim!”

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Someone Touching You | Sakusa, Kuroo, Atsumu

Pairing: Sakusa X Reader (female), Kuroo X Reader (female), and Atsumu X Reader (female) ft. Osamu

Genre: fluffyy, protective 🤩

Request: “Hi👉👈 I would like to request Sakusa, Kuroo and Atsumu's reaction to someone trying to touch or feel their s/o up on the metro. It's ok if you don't want to write it.” - anon

Author’s Note: oooo yessss, i love protective tropes. Thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy!! Also, requests are still open~~ tehe

Warning: Language in Atsumu’s

Sakusa:

First, props to you for even somehow getting him to ride the metro

The trains and metros in Japan were infamously known to be crowded to the point where officers would squeeze and shove people in

And the one the two of you needed to take this morning was fully crowded. You apologized profusely to Sakusa since it was your fault that the two of you missed the usual one you two took

You were running late and Sakusa, though very tempted, didn’t leave to get to school before you did

This time, it wasn’t too crowded where officers had to shove and push people in but there was very little space for everyone to stand comfortably without someone else’s body pressed against yours

You held his gloved hand and faced him as he wallowed in the corner facing the wall and door, anticipating for the trip to end

Sakusa felt lightheaded and sick to his stomach, feeling worse when his mind filled with the thought that he was breathing the same air as tens of others all around him even though he wore his mask

He felt so exposed despite his gloves and mask but he felt grounded whenever you squeezed his fingers

He absolutely hated crowds and to be such close proximity to people who weren’t clean or disinfected absolutely disgusted him

It didn’t help that as the metro zipped by at its speed, it made everyone sway back and forth, left and right

He groaned to himself, trying to think of anything, listening to the electric voice whenever a stop was approaching, anticipating when he would hear your stop but thankfully according to the voice, it was next

It felt so close yet so far away at the same time, he dreaded it

You stood close beside him, your body pressed lightly into his but you made sure to give him as much room as you could, even if it meant you pushing yourself back into other people

You tried to cheer him up, repeatedly telling him the two of you were a couple minutes away and then you two would finally get to school

As you counted the minutes down for him, your hand around his froze, the calm words you tried to use to was him got stuck in your throat

You felt goosebumps rise all over you, your body tensing at the feeling of a grasp roaming your bottom. It wasn’t your hand and there was no way it was Sakusa’s

You looked behind to find an older, bigger man with a devilish glint in his eyes, his gaze never leaving yours

He knew what he was doing and he wouldn’t stop

Calming himself down the best he could, Sakusa thought rationally of how this happened to him and he needed to just focus on getting to school since he would be going into the world in the future

He needed to remember the feeling of your hand in his since you wouldn’t always be there or be beside him to hold his hand to reassure him

Sakusa actually felt comfort in holding your hand- it was like the one thing that kept him sane on the ride

He opened his eyes, finally, and turned his head when you paused announcing the minutes to him, his eyes meeting yours

He felt a cold chill shoot down his back when he saw the fear in your eyes as they watered, your lips quivering

You couldn’t speak a word but your eyes told him so much

You were pleading for help and he didn’t even notice until you stopped your ministrations

He pulled you close, away from the dirty man and shot him a menacing glare with his eyes

The other only looked away, minding his own business as if he wasn’t harassing you

He stood you in the corner he faced before, holding onto the bar at the top of the metro while the other wrapped around your waist as you let out a breath of relief into his chest

You were the one person he allowed to touch him. He suppressed the disgust and fear he had for germs and focused on you

He felt a wash of guilt wash over him at his selfishness for trying to end his own suffering when he should have also looked out for you too

Coming to a rough and screeching stop at the station, he stepped the two of you out and away from everyone, holding your hand firmly in his at a fast pace toward school

“Are you okay?” He asked, first and foremost as he pulled out a plastic baggie with a second mask, exchanging the one he had on with the new one, feeling more comfortable and finally like he could breathe

“Yeah, thank you, and I’m sorry I made us late. You had to suffer... i know how much you hate crowds.”

“Y/N, don’t be sorry. Yes it was painful and disgusting but I should have done more for you... if I did, that man wouldn’t have touched you,” he sighed apologetically

“It was only for a little bit, but I’m sorry too. I’ll make sure to be on time from now on so we can sit in our usual empty metro,” You have his hand a squeeze

“Good. And as payback, I’ll make sure every bit of us is clean after school and practice, especially where that sick man touched you,” he said, his eyes dead serious as the two of you arrived barely on time at school

Kuroo:

You held onto Kuroo’s hand as he held one of the handle’s dangling from the top of the metro to make sure the two of you wouldn’t fall whenever the metro rocked on the tracks or whenever it came to an unpleasant stop

You happily held onto the bag of goodies Kuroo had gotten for you but also you got for yourself after the two of you spent the day at the museum of Science in Tokyo

You surprised Kuroo with tickets after you heard him mention it a couple times, wanting to go and to spend the day with you there

So you fulfilled his wishes, making it a reality

“Did you have fun?” You looked up to Kuroo with his bigger bag hanging from the wrist that held the safety handle

“Of course I did, thank you,” he smiled down to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead

The metro zipped through the city, approaching the second to last stop before the two of you were to get off to head back to his place

Coming to a screeching stop, the metro arrived at the second to last stop. Kuroo’s grip on your hand got firmer, to make sure you didn’t fly off into others

The car the two of you were in was pretty full already with space between everyone around but at this stop, only a few got off where handfuls more got in, forcing you to press your body into Kuroo’s, not that you minded, but it also made others press themselves into you

It was pretty late into the afternoon and Kuroo had a rough idea about dinner but said he would make some plants with his dad when he got home later

Just then, in the busy cart, Kuroo’s phone began to vibrate in his jacket pocket. Letting the handle go for a brief moment, he reached into his pocket to fish out the device, answering the call with his dad

He didn’t let go of your hand but instead held the phone to his ear, wrapping his arm holding the phone around one of the many bars that stood from the floor to ceiling of the cart to take his call

You stayed put, making sure not to push into others around you

You could overhear parts of the conversation, hearing it was with his father and discussions about the day and etc

The metro went over a bump in the tracks making everyone suddenly stumble around but thankfully Kuroo held your hand, glancing down to see if you were okay, going back to his call with his dad after you gave him a smile

But you didn’t even notice the lingering hand that rested on your lower back until it moved down your body, slipping into the pants you wore

The said hand began to squeeze your cheeks roughly, another hand resting on your side

You couldn’t bring yourself to look back but you stepped closer to Kuroo as much as you could until your head was practically resting on his chest, purposefully showing how close you were with him and how you were holding his hand

But the person with the hands paid no attention, focused on your body

You urged Kuroo to look at you squeezing his hand only for him to squeeze back as if you were squeezing his hand in the first place as a loving gesture

He continued on the phone and the hands were going lower, getting dangerously close to somewhere you absolutely did not want to be touched by anyone

With your free, hand, you tugged on his shirt and even tried to call out to get him to just look at you but your voice was stuck in your throat having never been in this situation

But someone who must’ve been listening to your wishes must’ve heard you: Kuroo’s phone lost service making the phone call with his father end

“Oops, oh well, it was my da- Y/N, what’s wro-“ He was cut off and he felt his vein appear in his forehead looking back to the older man feeling you up form behind, tears watering in your eyes as you desperately looked up to him

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to her?” Kuroo’s voice was strong and purposefully raised, getting the attention of everyone around to see, their eyes looking to the man’s hand that was close to your body but no longer as Kuroo swapped places with you, standing you in the corner away from others

Whispers from others and even comments of disapproval filled the cramped cart

You sighed, relieved it was over, holding onto the back of his shirt in your hand as his arm held the dangling handle once again while the other was stretched out, his palm to you, protecting you

He was disgusted with the man who laughed it off as if he did nothing

Fortunately, the hell ride was no longer as the metro came to a stop

He kept an annoyed and angry glare on the older man til he looked away as the two of you stepped off the metro, making sure to have you walk in front of him

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have noticed.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you still clearly shaken up over that

“But he can’t touch you anymore, I won’t let anyone else touch you like that ever again.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Let’s go home, okay? My dad has to stay late for work so he said we could do whatever we wanted for dinner,” he tried to lighten the mood but it was like a giant thorn in his side

The day was so nice and for it to end like that, for that to happen to you right under his nose

He shook his head in disapproval of himself as the two of you walked, you listing out suggestions of what you would like for dinner while also listing some for him

He promised to himself and to you, never again would he let that happen to you ever again

Atsumu: ft. Osamu

The station was crammed with many people, mostly men in their business attire as they waited for the metro to arrive

A warm breeze blew through the old station as you waited patiently by yourself for your boyfriend, Atsumu, and his twin brother, Osamu

But you were waiting for their metro to arrive

You spent the day at home today with a little cold and decided not to go to school for the day to avoid spreading it to the others

This left Atsumu to disappointedly walk with just his brother to school this morning but he survived, even though he bombarded your phone with tens of messages whenever he could

But you decided to pay them a visit so you could at least see your boyfriend and friend at least once

Atsumu wasn’t too much of the clingy type but he did enjoy your presence which he got used to when the two of you grew closer and closer

He actually wanted you to stay home to rest more when you told him you were feeling better- good enough to wait for them at the station

But you insisted and he wouldn’t object. It was your body: if you thought you felt good enough, who was he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do?

You stood beside a vending machine toward the end of the station to avoid being in others’ way since you weren’t going to be boarding any of them

Your phone vibrated in your hand every now and then getting updates from Atsumu about how many stations away or how many minutes were left before they would get there

You got to the station quite a while ago, not realizing how early you got here and how brief the walk from your house to here was

Many of the people in the station were men, which made you a little wary but you felt better since you were at the side

“5 min,” Atsumu texted, just as a metro zipped by, filling the station with who just got off

You leaned against the cold vending machine filled with various drinks, contemplating yourself on whether you should get one or maybe two to hold for the twins before they arrived

You were so concentrated on the drinks in the vending machine beside you, you hadn’t seen the two businessmen that now stood beside you

“What would you like, sweetie?” One of the large men’s asked, his voice smelled of tobacco filled your senses but the worst was how close his face was in proximity to yours

“Uh, nothing, thank you,” You stood straighter, pressing yourself as close as you physically could to the machine and watching your phone in hopes Atsumu and Osamu’s metro would arrive soon

“Are you sure? I could get you anything you want. You’d like that, right?” He asked as the two men stayed there, their bellies large and bulging in their suit shirts

“No, really, please go away,” you mustered as much courage as you could into your words, readying Atsumu’s contact to call him in case anything were to happen

“Don’t be like that, honey. We’ve had a long day, won’t you… entertain us?” The other one said, his body not as big as the first one but just a few inches taller than you

The two of them acted like a wall, knowing well what they were doing and how they were making you feel, not feeling a single ounce of guilt from it and proceeded

The shorter one began to feel up your waist, trying his best to go under your clothes but you held the edge of your clothes down as firmly as you could, pressing it into your body. You tried to push and kick them away as you could, not giving into what they wanted but they were too strong

As you tried to call for help, to anyone in the station, the taller one covered a hand over your mouth but also almost completely over your nose that made it hard to breathe

“You’re so noisy,” his voice low with a threatening look in his eye. “Come on, can’t you just-“

The man was cut off and the two of them were harshly shoved to the ground, struggling to stand back up as you caught your breath

Two bodies in their red Inarizaki Volleyball club jackets stood before you, their backs to you as they kept their eyes, glaring at the two men on the ground

“Why- I- who do you think you are?” The tall one pointed to the two of them as he did his best to hoist the shorter one up from the ground

People began to gather around all the commotion

“Us? Who the fuck do ya think you two are?” Atsumu’s blood boiled as he began to roll up his sleeves, balling his hands into fists

Atsumu couldn’t care less of who saw what was happening, all he could feel was his anger but the men seeing him approaching made them frantic, scurrying to gather their belongings and get away

But seeing he was acting on his emotions, Osamu grabbed a hold of the collar of Atsumu’s jacket to pull him back, though he could have easily escaped his brother’s grasp

“They’re gone, leave them be.” Osamu’s voice relaxed back down to his persona

When they were far off into the distance, they turned back to you

“Are you okay?” Osamu asked calmly as Atsumu was still grumbling, wanting to do more to who he called “pigs”

“Yeah, thank you,” you gave the two a reassuring smile to which Osamu nodded, but Atsumu was still heated

The two picked up their belongings, fixing their clothes and hair before Atsumu took you by your hand firm in his but it wasn’t enough for him. He draped his arm around your shoulder securely, still mumbling about those two men but chilled off as the three of you walking toward your house to drop you off, Osamu on your other side

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captain-yeet · 3 years

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Rhythm of the Night (Felix Volturi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You weren't much of a nightclub girl. After some prodding by your friends, you gave in and decided to give it a shot. At the same time, a vampire had chosen the club you're at as his hunting grounds for the night...

Word count: 2.4k words.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes, harrassment, Felix is a h0rny bastard, y'all beware

Author note: I guess I’m back? And with shameless sorta smutty Felix content to boot? Can’t say I’m surprised at myself - the thirst for this man is endless. Anyway, enjoy! I’m back to supply with more hot Volturi guard content.

Loud, blaring music? Check.

Standing awkwardly with a drink in your hand? Check.

Two out of three of your friends ditching you in this too-big-for-it's-own-good club? Double check.

You'd had a long week. Your job was driving you nuts, and things were getting on top of you in a bad way. After visiting you and seeing you curled up on the couch with a distant look in your eyes, your friends had dragged you into your bedroom, gotten you looking like a full snack and dragged your ass to a nightclub.

A nightclub, you mentally sighed, the lights flashing distracting you. It HAD to be a nightclub. I better not regret this.

"Come on, Y/N, loosen up!" Your friend next to you whined, a playful grin on their face.

"I've never been to one of these places before," you admitted loudly, your voice barely audible even with shouting.

Shaking their head, your remaining friend laughed. "Come, trust me."

Taking the drink from your clammy hand and setting it aside on a random surface, they pulled you into the fray of people dancing. A new song had begun and the excited cheers of the crowd were almost as loud as the song itself.

Leaning in, you heard your friend say, "Just follow my lead and have fun your way!"

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and began swaying to the music along with your friend.

Entering the human infested club, Felix groaned internally. Demetri, because of course he would, suggested that he try and find a meal at the nearest nightclub in their vicinity.

"Lots of humans, especially ones who expect to have a fun night out!" Demetri had said casually, "just use your charm and lure one out."

Some days, I really do hate that man, Felix grumbled internally as the humid air and the scent of drunk people hit his face as he neared the sea of dancers. Scanning the faces and the scents of the crowd, he searched for his meal.

Demetri wasn't wrong; one of the best places to hunt were in fact nightclubs, along with dingy alleys in busy cities, hiking trails... and if you were desperate enough even regular old bars in cozy towns.

He wasn't desperate enough to risk his neck picking off a local from a bar. Too many people who know each other personally in bars. Nightclubs will do for the night.

Felix zeroed in on a potential victim; a random young man dancing with a girl and another man suggestively in the fray. He had no issue turning on his charm for the same sex - at the end of the day, they're all the same. All food.

A focused look on his face, he began to approach the man.

Midway through navigating the dancing humans, his hunt was interrupted by a body being shoved into him and a loud yell of "I said don't fucking touch me!"

Blinking, Felix's dark eyes darted from the person who was shoved into him and the one who shoved said person. A woman stood in front of him, glaring at their assailant with a mix of fury and fear rolled into one unfocused stare.

"... Just a friendly touch bitch, geez." the assailant grumbled, inaudible to human ears, but Felix just managed to catch it.

The woman's eyes shifted up to him. The wind felt like it'd been knocked out of him both by her scent as he paid more attention to her, and her mere presence itself. It was captivating, alluring even. Like a lasso had been thrown over him and was tugging him forward towards her.

She was captivating.

You found yourself staring at the absurdly tall man in front of you like an idiot. Out of all the times you had to find yourself stunned speechless by how handsome someone was, your subconscious picked a brilliant time to do so.

Handsome was an understatement, you thought hazily.

Almost forgetting the man who had put his hands on you without your consent, you shook your head and backed away quickly. Don't be creepy, don't be creepy, don't be creepy by staring at the hot guy, you chanted internally.

Pushing through the crowd again, you searched for any of your friend's faces. Tonight was taking a weird turn and you just wanted to forget the weird shit.

After what felt like a millennia, your anxiety fueled by the bone rattling bass of the music that vibrated through your body and the club itself, you found the friend that stood with you when the others had ditched.

They took one look at your expression and a look of concern lit their eyes. "You okay?" they mouthed, gently reaching out and rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.

Nodding shakily, you gave a weak smile. "Got lost," you mouthed back.

Half an hour later and with a bit of booze in your system, you finally let loose. You were still upset about the guy touching you but you pushed it to the back of your mind for now; this would be the first and last time you go clubbing, you thought.

Dancing with your friend, you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the rhythm of the song that was playing, giggling all the way.

"Hey, Y/N!" You heard your friend call. Opening your eyes, they motioned off to the side with a devilish grin. "You've got an admirer!"

Following her gaze, you searched until you spotted who they were talking about, and promptly felt the blood in your cheeks boil from more than just being tipsy.

It was the insanely tall hot guy from earlier.

And he was looking directly at you.

"Aw man, what do I doooooo?" You whined loudly, desperately looking at your friend for help.

"What do you mean?" they replied, laughing.

You leaned in closer so they could hear you better. "He's too pretty for me," you hissed. You quickly sneaked another glance at him and... he was laughing?

Oh god is my mere appearance that funny? You thought to yourself.

"Why don't you go find out?" Your friend whispered back, giggling. “Or better yet, let’s tease him!”

Go find out? Are they mad? What if he rejects me and I have to live with being rejected by a ethereal-looking hot person? What if they don't?

Wait, tease how-?

Your friend suddenly grabbed your hips and the dance turned very sexual in nature. Catching along to their plan, you grinned, albeit a little manically due to pure anxiety, and matched your friend’s suggestiveness.

“Oh yeah, it’s working,” they whispered in your ear. “Look.”

Turning your body away from your friend to allow them to grind behind you as your hips swayed in sync to the rhythm of the song playing, you felt very satisfied when you saw the handsome man staring straight at you like a rabbit in headlights.

Damn, it worked!

At your smug grin, the man straightened up out of his daze with a dark look in his eyes.

“I think he wants youuuuu,” your friend cooed in your ear.

To hit the final nail in your coffin, he lifted one of his hands palm up, curling four fingers with a smirk on his face. He was calling you over.

Your heart leaped out of your chest. This is fine.

Taking a deep breath and deciding "Fuck it", you made your way over to the ridiculously tall hot man, not before finishing a shot your friend had placed in your hand from who-knows-where. You silently thanked them for the extra liquid courage. Weaving through the crowd, you tried to steady your ever-growing nerves as you got closer to the mysterious stranger.

“What do I dooooo?” the pretty young lady whined to her friend, prompting her friend to ask her why. “He’s too pretty for me,” she hissed, barely audible over the bass of the music.

Felix laughed obnoxiously at her distress. The sight of her pretty eyes going wide when he beckoned her to him was one thing, but “He’s too pretty for me” sent him off the edge into a fit of amused almost-hysterical laughter.

Get a handle on yourself, he chided himself. Quickly as he lost his composure he regained it, waiting for the human’s decision, a little smidge of anxiety rising in his chest. What if she decides not to come over? Then my chances with the little human are blown.

The thought made his mind short-circuit. I referred to her as if she was mine...

There wasn’t time to ponder it further thought; as his train of thought refocused on his surroundings as she did something very unexpected.

Her friend whispered something into her ear and before he knew it he was watching her dance very suggestively in front of him. They teamed up to taunt him.

And it was working. Felix almost completely forgot about his thirst for blood as pure lust took over his senses. Oh she’s going to be the death of me, he groaned internally, his eyes trained on every motion her body made. Felix’s thoughts quickly and shameless went into the gutter as he began picturing how’d she feel dancing like that against him... and on his lap... and also what he’d do in retaliation to the teasing.

Her friend whispered something else into her ear, the snake to his sweet Eve in the garden, and they both turned to look at him. Backing away from her friend, the woman took a deep breath and he could hear her growl the words “Fuck it,” downing a shot handed to her by her friend before beginning to stride over toward him.

Standing up a little straighter, he tried to turn off the very dirty thoughts running laps in his mind as she came closer. He wanted this to succeed, after all. A small polite smile crept onto his face as the pretty lady appeared before him.

“Hi,” she greeted him wearing a nervous smile, a different persona standing before him from the seductress that taunted him on the dancefloor.

Felix grinned, turning on the full power of his charm on the helpless girl. “I uh, couldn’t help but recognize you from earlier, how are you feeling after that earlier incident?”

She froze at the pet name, then her pretty eyes narrowed as she was trying to recall the events in her drunken state. When it clicked they widened. “Right! Yeah... that wasn’t very fun.” Pausing a moment, she stared at Felix’s chest, shyly refusing to meet his gaze. “Thank you for stepping in. Really, I appreciate it.”

This poor sweet thing, Felix thought to himself, completely enamored. She goes from being loud and unaware of how loud she’s being with her friend to shy and bashful trying to talk to me.

“Make a move, idiota,” Demetri’s voice chimed in, putting extra emphasis on the last mocking word; where exactly he was Felix had no idea, but, with his old friend taunting him from the shadows, he decided it was now or never.

Felix ducked down and leaned in closer to Y/N’s face, speaking clearly in her ear. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

Y/N’s heart hammered away frantically even before he finished asking; most likely due to how close he now was to her, Felix concluded, but he’d like to think it was also due to some level of mutual attraction.

He hoped, anyway.

“It’s Y/N,” she answered, subconsciously turning her head a little toward Felix’s face.

“Well Y/N, it was my pleasure to keep creepy assholes off you.”

Oh dear lord why did I say it like that? He chided himself internally, cringing after the sentence left his mouth. I might as well have said “thanks for being harassed, sexy.”

Over the heavy bass of the club’s music, Demetri’s cackling laughter further teased Felix.

To his surprise - and safe to say Demetri’s, from wherever he was lurking and watching this unfold - Y/N giggled, the melodic sound growing in volume till it became an obnoxious booming laugh of her own. Pulling back to stand at his full height again, Felix looked at Y/N like she’d grown two heads.

“Well, please feel free to keep more creeps away from me in the future,” she said casually, like Felix hadn’t said something awkward. “Mind telling me your name?”

Blinking a couple times just to compose himself - and keep up the “human” appearance - he grinned back at her. “Felix.”

Y/N matched Felix’s grin with one of her own, and from that moment Felix knew he was hooked on her. He was so absorbed by her smile that he didn’t notice her pulling out her phone.

“Gimme your phone,” she commanded, a playful glint in her eyes. “and make sure it’s unlocked.”

Curious at what this strange woman would do next, Felix reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it as she commanded. He held out his phone and she took it from his hand, a small shocked gasp leaving her lips as her warm skin made contact with his icy skin.

“May I ask what you’re doing?” he asked, cocking his head a little to the side as he watched her fingers tap away on the phone screen.

“Going through your nudes,” she commented in a monotone voice, her full drunken concentration solely on his phone.

“Is that so?” he chuckled dryly, raising his eyebrows at the crassness.

She looked up once, with a small smirk, and then with a final tap to the phone screen, handed his phone back to him. “Normally I don’t do this but I like you, and I just put my number in your phone.”

She said it so casually, but her heart steadily hammering away in the same, frantic pace it was when he leaned in earlier was a giveaway to Felix that Y/N was nervous.

She’s... giving me her number. Wow.

Amazed and elated, Felix’s grin could have cracked his face with how wide he was smiling. “I’ll be in touch for sure, Y/N,” he replied, enjoying his her name felt leaving his mouth.

With a playful smile and a blush growing steadily on her cheeks, Y/N backed away from Felix in the direction of her friend. “I’ll see you around then!” she called out over the music, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from smiling so hard.

In that moment, Felix could care less about how much of a dumb ass he felt like earlier for his blunder of a pick up line, his still budding thirst or his friend’s smug comment of “Well played,” faintly reaching his ears. He’d endure the torment from Demetri’s teasing later.

Right now, he was staring at a drunken angel that would be his entire future, and she was none the wiser tot he fact that with by some liquid courage she had stolen this centuries-old man’s heart in it’s entirety.

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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You Belong Pt. 2

Loki x reader

Word count: 2098

Warnings: swearing, SMUT, unprotected sex (YOU KNOW BETTER)

A/N: I don’t know how many of you actually wanted a sequel, but one person did so I’m making it. I think some of you are realizing what kind of an author I am. I’ll pretty much do anything. This is my first time writing smut so please go easy on me 🥺 Go read part 1 if you haven’t already!

It’s been two days since you went on a date with Loki. He took you out to a nice dinner then a walk before taking you back to your apartment. It was a really nice night and had Loki come in with you, you think it would be even better, but alas he didn’t. He was a gentleman and left as soon as you got in. Sitting at your desk like usual, Loki walks in with a cup of coffee and sets it down by you with a smile.

“Good morning, darling.”

“Hi, Loki.”

Your coworkers gather in a corner and start whispering about you again, knowing they probably heard about your date with the god.

“I really enjoyed our date the other day and was wondering if you wanted to do it again sometime?”

“Yeah,, I uh… I would love that.”

Loki’s smile is so wide, it goes all across his face.

“Wonderful. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to apologize again about Rogers.”

“Loki, it isn’t your fault. He was right in a way-”

“No, remember what we talked about? You belong.”

“I’m not a hero. I’m just a receptionist.”

Loki rolls his eyes and sighs.

“You’re impossible. I have to go, but I’ll stop by later.”

He makes his way towards the elevator and to the Avenger’s floors. The whole team is sitting around the living are and laughing, having a good time. Loki walks up to them and grabs Steve by the collar and drags him down the hall. The team gets up to him but Loki quickly disappears.

“We need to talk about Y/N.” Loki says, throwing Steve on the floor of the training room.

“What about it? I already said what-”

“Exactly, you have said what you needed to and it’s stupid. If you ever yell or make her cry every again, I swear to the nine realms, I will end you.”

Steve stands there stunned as Loki disappears again, right in front of you. He scares you so bad that you fall out of your seat on the floor in which he helps you to get up from.

“Loki, what the-”

“So sorry, darling,” he laughs, “I talked to Steve and he won’t give you trouble, now for that second date.”

“It’s been five minutes how did you-”

“Doesn’t matter. Tonight at six? I’ll pick you up from your place this time?”

“I- uh yeah, I mean I guess.”

“Perfect.”

And once again, time passes so quick you don’t even notice until the knocking on the door wakes you up. You check the clock and notice the time, realizing it’s Loki, and cursing yourself under your breath. Loki knocks on your door again and the sound starts to give you anxiety. You gather yourself and answer the door to see Loki in a full black suit and slicked hair. He hides a boquet of flowers behind himself as he takes you in… dressed in sweats. “I fell asleep. I’m so sorry.”

Loki laughs and steps inside the apartment.

“It’s okay, darling. We can stay in if you want.”

“Are you sure because based on your appearance, it looks like you had something planned.”

“Darling, any time spent with you makes me happy. Do not fret. I did get these for you on the way here.”

He hands you the bouquet of white lilies.

“I love them, thank you.”

“They reminded me of you. Cute, small, pretty.”

You can feel the heat in your cheeks and you’re aware that he can probably see your blush.

“What do you want to eat? I can cook something.”

“No please don’t. Let me order something at least, to make up for the dinner.” He gives you a kind smile before the two of you relax on the couch together and order food. You settle on watching some movies together as you down a whole lot of Chinese food.

“This is amazing,” Loki chuckles, “This is still from Midgard?”

“Yes, it is,” you laugh, “It’s from China, it’s a different country.”

“Like New York?”

“No, no. New York is a state inside of America, which is a country.”

“I understand. Well, they make great food.”

“You and a million midgardians agree.”

He smiles and sets his food down, putting his arm around your waist on the couch. You snuggle into him, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. It’s hard to focus on the movie when Loki is so close to you and smells so good. You can feel your hands getting sweaty and your body getting hot. Loki’s eyes don’t even leave the T.V, oblivious to how he’s affecting you.

“Are you okay?” He looks down at you to see you squirming a little, trying to get more comfortable.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say out of breath.

He gives you a side eye with furrowed eyebrows, not believing you, but returning his attention to the TV. You can feel your heart racing and pounding inside of you, not allowing you to relax. Loki’s fingers play with the hem of your sweatpants which doesn’t help the butterflied in your stomach. You didn’t feel like this last night when you had dinner, thinking that the table being between you two helped with keeping the feeling at bay. With him this close to you now, you can’t calm down.

“Seriously, darling. You look flushed.”

Loki has adjusted himself to look at you a little better. There’s concern on his face.

“I’m just a bit warm.”

“Oh? We can turn the AC up for you.”

“No, it’s fine, really.”

You’re too nervous to say anything about your butterflies. Loki keeps staring at you which makes you even more uncomfortable. As you turn to look at him again, you see a small smirk on his face.

“Yes?” You ask.

“I don’t know why, but seeing you this flustered is cute.”

Loki lifts your chin and locks lips with you. His lips are so soft and tender as he kisses you. You’re stunned at first but you slowly lean into the kiss, setting your hand on his chest as he places his on your jaw, holding your head close to him. It must be five minutes before you stop, taking a moment to take a breath. You two look in each other's eyes before Loki grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap.

His hands wander as you begin to make out again. You run your hands through his hair and he holds you tight, moving your waist to rub against his crotch. His grip on your ass sends shivers down your spine, making you squirm on Loki more. Loki pulls back to moan before picking you up.

Loki lays you down on the couch and hovers over you, still kissing you deeply. He keeps one hand by your head as his other wanders your body. Your body leans into his hand as he squeezes your breast. His touch is magnetic, you don’t want it to leave you. Then he wanders lower, his touch barely laying on your clit. You whine, wanting him to touch you but he looks at you with a devilish smirk.

“Use your words, baby girl. What do you want?”

“T-touch me, Loki.”

“Good enough for now, but so you know, it’s my King now.”

“Yes, my King.”

Loki rubs your clit through your pants and watches as your face curls. He looks at you in pride, loving the way he can make you melt. Kissing the side of your neck, he leaves hickeys all the way down before putting his hand down your pants, covering your bare folds. You whimper, making Loki chuckle.

“My sweet girl. So needy. Loki starts to take off his suit, removing his hand from you and making you whine. You try to take off your shirt as he does but have trouble, so Loki assists you. He admires your body as he removes the piece of fabric, his mouth watering every second.

“Such a beautiful creature.”

Loki latches his mouth on your nipple, lightly biting and sucking as he works on your pants. You let out a moan as he bites you, the feeling being unremarkable. Then a sudden tingle sparks on your mound. It’s warm and soft on you, massaging your clit slowly. You look at Loki to see him smirking, realizing it’s his magic.

He lets go off your breast and yanks your sweatpants down to your ankles, leaving his head shadowing over your folds. He licks a stripe over you, making you drop your head back in pleasure, moaning as he keeps going. You grab his raven locks as he clings onto your clit sucking and nibbling. He smiles against you at the sound of you moaning his name over and over again.

Loki adds a finger into you without stopping his magic. You get overwhelmed and start sweating from the pressure building inside of you. He goes faster without giving you any kind of break, urging you into an orgasm. The feeling in your stomach tightens until you hit your limit, letting go and cuming on his mouth.

“Such a dirty girl,” he coos, moving back over you, “You act all shy, but really you’re just a little whore.”

“Im.. your whore, my King.”

“Mhmm, I like the sound of that.”

Loki dips his head to kiss you again, nipping on your bottom lip, as he takes off his pants. You admire his body as he leans up. He’s so nicely toned, his abs on full display. The veins in his arms are popping out as he grips your hips, pulling you into him more. Your eyes wander down to his hands taking his large cock out of his underwear. His large member springs out, impressing you with the size. Loki chuckles at your face filled with worry.

“Don’t worry, darling. It won’t hurt.”

He leans down to kiss you again, holding your body to his as he guides his member into you. Going slowly, you feel yourself stretch around him as he moves. You gasp at the pressure filling you deeply. You sink your nails into his bare back, encouraging him to go faster.

Loki speeds up with thrusting into you. Every inch of him is heaven. Even the way he breathes and grunts into your ear sounds like angels singing. He whispers dirty comments are he thrusts hard, building more pressure inside of you.

“Come on, my dirty girl. You take my cock so well.”

You feel yourself get more wet with each word, dripping as he slides in and out of you. The coil in your stomach begins to be too much.

“You’re so close, baby. I want you to cum all over my godly cock.”

His words send you over the edge as you let go around him. You scratch down his back, leaving marks and small trails down his skin. He groans at the feeling, going faster. There’s no relief as you let go because you feel the tightness in your stomach return immediately. Loki doesn’t slow down but in fact flips you over and grabs your wrists, pining them together.

He slides in to you and pulls your wrists back. Loki pounds into you relentlessly, one hand holding you together and one pulling your waist back every time he slams back into you. You scream at the pressure and pain as he thrusts mercilessly and slaps your ass. Loki smiles at the sound and feels you losing your control over him, loving every sound out of your mouth.

“One more, little girl. Give me one more.”

You feel Loki’s thrusts becoming more sloppy, signaling his closeness. He becomes ruthless, exchanging his speed for roughness, going hard and slow. He reaches around your waist and rubs your clit, forcing you to drop on your stomach, your head smashed into the couch cushions. It becomes unbearable as you cum around him for the third time, your body covered in sweat and you out of breath. At the feeling of you clenching around him, Loki lets go and cums inside you, thrusting one last hard time. His grip on your waist leaves bruises.

Pulling out, Loki leans back to catch his breath, admiring you lying in a mess on the couch in front of him. You’re panting heavily with your eyes clenched shut. He smiles at his work. You turn around onto your back, looking up at the flushed god. He leans down to kiss you gently, smiling against your lips.

“I’m glad you slept in,” he chuckles.

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smutty-skyrim · 4 years

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Keeping Quiet || Brynjolf X Reader

WARNING: NSFW

Pairing: Brynjolf x Fem!Reader

Contains: Public Sex, Mild Dirty Talk

Your heart slams against your ribs as you tear through the empty Riften streets. The cobblestone road before you is lit by the full moons looming overhead. A sack of gold jingles at your hip with each step.

Your lungs burn and your legs ache. Pinpricks of sweat dot your forehead, chilling your skin in the cool night air.

You glance over your shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of your partner, Brynjolf. With any luck he hasn't been snagged by the authorities yet. Of course, the smooth talker could surely work his way out without a hitch. Still, too much risk for your taste. Even if that is a thief's way.

You spot the man close behind, copper hair covered by his dark hood. No guards are in sight.

A smile tugs at your lips. You might actually get away with this.

You bound over a rusted metal gate. It rattles behind you as Brynjolf makes the hurtle. Just a little further and you'll be at the back entrance to the Thieves Guild and away from prying eyes.

The dewdrop covered grass of the cemetery muffles the sound of your boots. You rush past the worn, crooked headstones and into the small mausoleum. You only notice Brynjolf's arrival behind you by the shadow looming across the floor.

You press the weathered button on the sarcophagus. With the harsh sound of stone against stone, the floor opens and gives way to a familiar staircase.

A firm hand on your lower back guides you down the steps.

"Gotta love those close calls, eh, lass?" Brynjolf's hushed voice wears a chuckle. Through the shadow of his hood you see a twinkle in his emerald eyes.

"You're saying that like I had some part in this." You reply with a whisper.

"Oh? Where else do you suggest we put that blame?"

"On the guy who slapped my ass while I was trying to pick a lock." You stifle a laugh.

"Ah, but you're the one who made that precious little sound."

"You mean the yelp that got us busted?" You smirk and pull the weathered chain hanging from the wall. With a groan the ceiling above you begins to slide shut.

"That would be the one." He gives a devilish smile - the last thing you see before the entrance is closed and the alcove is submerged in darkness. "We both know you're not the best at keeping quiet."

Your face flushes. You blindly reach out in the black to smack his arm. The back of your hand slaps off leather. "I'm quiet!"

"Aye, which is why we almost always get busted when we try to have fun in-"

"The training room is just echoey!" You reply, obstinate. "That's on the room. I'm perfectly inconspicuous."

Brynjolf leans in close. His nose brushes your temple and his breath is hot on your ear. "You sound mighty confident in yourself, lass. Care to put that to the test?"

Your breath catches in your throat. "What are you suggesting?"

"A challenge of sorts." He purrs as his hand catches yours. He places a kiss by your ear and another beneath it. "What do you say?"

"What are the stakes?"

"Simple: if you lose, we get caught." His other hand finds your face. A thumb brushes your lips. Using his fingertips as a guide, his mouth finds its way to yours. His lips gently press against yours, lingering for only a moment.

"And if I win?" You ask through uneven breaths.

"Isn't this a victory enough?" He catches your lower lip between his. His hand slips from your cheek to your waist where he pulls you flush against his body. He guides you backwards, step by step, until your back is pressed to the cold stone wall. His chest is warm against you, igniting the heat in your stomach.

He trails his lips back to your ear where he nibbles on the lobe. You choke back a giggle as feather light kisses tickle their way down your neck.

You reach your free hand out. Your fingertips find his thigh and slowly trace upwards, dipping in toward his groin as they travel.

He deftly snatches your wrist and pins both of your hands to the wall above your head. Your arms are stretched, and you find yourself feeling vulnerable in his grasp.

"Not so fast there, love. I'm the one who issued the challenge. Which means I'm the one calling the shots." He says.

You whine under your breath. You arch your back and press against him. His length is pressed hard against your stomach through his leather pants.

He shifts his hands, taking both of yours in one of his and holding them tight against the wall. His free hand begins to wander. Fingers comb through your hair and trail gently down your neck. They run along your collarbone before slipping to your breasts.

He takes one in his hand through your cuirass. He sighs, squeezing and palming at an exploratory pace. He finds the movements that earn delighted gasps and keeps with them. Your face is flushed as he rubs your pert nipple through the leather. The sensation - though muted - sets a fire alight between your legs. The buffer of the fabric only makes you long for more.

His hand travels down along your stomach. He traces the waistband of your pants, chuckling as you squirm beneath his touch. Inquisitive fingers slip beneath and head to your clit.

He rubs small, gentle circles. The motions are slow and methodical. He listens for when your breath catches, judging his pace carefully.

He places a kiss on your lips. You part them, allowing his tongue to graze yours. You move with each other, each gesture building the heat.

You buck against his hand.

He picks up speed, pressing firmer against your sensitive clit.

A moan bubbles out, stifled by the kiss.

He pulls back. "Careful, lass. Don't want to get caught in any compromising positions."

You pout - something lost to the dark surrounding you.

He applies more pressure to your clit. The movements grow faster. His fingers become slick with your fluids. You writhe against his hand, desperate for more friction.

The tension between your hips builds. With hitching breath you spread your legs further.

Closer you climb. Pleasured sighs escape your lips.

"You make the sweetest sounds." Brynjolf whispers as he leans against you, hard cock pressed to your hip. "I wonder if they'll hear you cum for me."

You shake your head and stifle a giggle. They won't hear a thing. If someone comes up the exit they'll be met with dark and silence. You'll be composed as ever. You'll keep your ecstasy fluttering between your ribs, hidden from the others. Brynjolf won't get the better of you.

He pauses, pulling his fingers back and letting the still air around your swollen clit taunt you.

"Please," you whimper, "please, I'm so close."

"Ah, but I'm just getting started." He replies, honeyed voice low.

He releases your wrists and grabs hold of your pants. He yanks them down and they drop to your ankles.

"Bryn, what if someone-"

You're cut off by his lips crashing against yours. You hear his hands fumbling with the fastenings of his pants.

He grabs your legs and hoists them around his hips. His head rests at your entrance.

He breaks the kiss and returns the attention to your ear, kissing behind it and nibbling the cartilage. You each for him tangling one hand in his hair and bracing the other on his broad chest.

Slowly he pushes into you. It's done with ease. You're wet from the foreplay and your skin prickles with anticipation. His fingertips dig into your thighs.

He thrusts at an agonizing pace, taking his time and never quite reaching the hilt. He keeps his hips away from yours, keeping the noise to a minimum. Instead of the slapping of skin you hear the wet sounds of your cunt, and his deep, uneven breaths.

With each roll of hips hips, pleasure seeps through you. Your clit aches, desperate for more stimulation. It's jostled slightly as he thrusts, but it's not enough. His skin is so close, yet so far as he fucks you.

He steadily gains speed.

You try and listen past the slick sounds and to the noise of the cistern rising up from the hole in the floor nearby. You can't hear much, just faint murmuring. You hope nobody is coming, but you can't be sure. That fact alone sends a rush of warmth through your body.

"What would they think if they caught us?" Brynjolf's voice is hushed and ragged. "With how fast word travels in the guild...." His grip tightens. "The looks we'd get in the Flagon..."

He thrusts and his cock brushes a sensitive spot. It makes your toes curl. His name threatens to spill from your lips. You bite your cheeks to silence it.

His hips snap against yours. You squeak out a whine. Your face burns.

He repeats the motion. You push back against him. The small alcove is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Your ear is caught by an indistinct voice nearby. You only catch a couple of words: "... out for a bit..."

Niruin.

Your heart stops.

Brynjolf doesn't.

The thought of getting caught with him between your legs sends a spasm through your pussy. He groans. His pace verges on erratic.

Niruin can be heard from below, closer: "Try making a request before I'm heading out the door next time, would you, Rune?"

You're running out of time. He'll be at the ladder any moment, and you'll be rushing to hide your shame. You'll be fumbling to pull your pants up and brush your hair into place, but nothing will hide your frazzled face in the moonlight.

Brynjolf's hips crash into yours.

The noise. The risk. The sensation.

You bury your face in his chest as the knot releases. Waves of pleasure wash over you. You cum around his length, fluids seeping down his shaft. His motions never slow as your legs squeeze tight around him.

"Bryn-"

A hand clamps over your mouth. His name devolves into a moan - a sound that sends him over the edge. He groans, thrusting deeper, shameless in the sound your hips name. He fills you, sticky semen pumping into you.

He lingers with his hips pressed flush to yours. There are hot puffs of air against your neck as he pants.

"Well done, lass." He says. He removes his hand from your mouth and lowers your feet to the floor. You regain your balance on wobbly legs. You are suddenly acutely aware of how your limbs are trembling.

He pulls up your pants. You feel his cum leak into your panties as he fastens the button.

You only notice Niruin's approach when the wood planks covering the hole in the floor are removed. A dim light floods the area.

The elf pokes his head up and greets you.

"Oh! (Y/N). Brynjolf. See you two made it back alright." His eyes linger on your face, then shift to your partner's.

"Careful out there tonight. Seems we might have riled up the guards a bit." Brynjolf replies with forced nonchalance.

Niruin gives a chuckle - one far too knowing for your taste - and pulls the chain on the wall. "Riled up, is it?"

You narrow your eyes, staring daggers at Brynjolf. The man replies with a smirk and a halfhearted shrug.

"I'm sure I'll be just fine." Niruin says, heading up the stairs as the pathway opens before him. "You two, have fun..."

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 3 years

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Happiness Continues

Epilogue

Summary: The Ackles’ celebrate a birthday with their families.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.6K+

Warnings: Language, unprotected intercourse, oral sex (male receiving), semi-public sex

Author’s Note: Well, I can’t believe it, but here is the final installment to this epic saga (I can say that since I wrote it lol). I’m so thankful to each and every one of you who have taken the time to read. I sincerely hope it has lived up to your expectations. Many thanks to my constant cheerleaders and to @winchest09 for looking over this one. xoxo Alex

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Five Years Later

The island was littered with Tupperware, each one filled with pre-cut vegetables, meats, or cheeses. Y/n stood at the edge, humming along to the muffled music playing outside as she arranged the snacks onto servings trays. She was concentrating on the Halloween design she was putting together, missing the sound of the patio door opening and closing around the corner to the kitchen.

A soft ‘oof’ fell from her lips as a body pinned her between themselves and the counter. “I’ve got a full moon that’ll make you howl,” the voice of her husband was thick as he spoke in her ear, his arms coming to rest on the counter around her, effectively caging her in. Y/n reeled back from him, concern evident on her face as she turned her head. The couple made eye contact before bursting out in shared laughter.

“That was so bad.”

“Yeah it was really bad,” Jensen agreed, his body still shaking with amusement.

“I don’t even know what to say to that.” Y/n turned back to her task with a shake of her head.

“Uh, say you can’t wait to see my full moon because it’ll bring out the animal in you,” Jensen suggested, referencing back to the werewolf costume she had chosen for the night.

“Nope, not doing that.” Y/n was quick to shoot him down. “How long have you been working on that one?”

“Pretty much since you came downstairs in this little number,” his voice dropped as he let one hand fall to her knee, tracing the inside of her thigh up until it hit the edge of her skirt.

When her husband suggested Supernatural costumes, she hadn’t thought he was serious at first but he convinced her, not that it took much. She knew that she wanted to do something a little different than an angel or demon, choosing instead to emulate Garth’s werewolf family from the episode Sharp Teeth. So she got her nails done, bought a pair of yellow contacts and a silver bullet on a chain, and paired it all with a white turtleneck and plaid skirt. It was simple but she was satisfied with how it turned out. Her husband’s reaction to seeing it just the cherry on top she had not intended.

“You are such a guy sometimes,” she giggled, though she would never admit that it was one of her favorite things about him.

“Oh, you love it,” he purred, pressing the length of his body closer to hers, the hand that had been on her thigh now pressing into her lower belly. Her husband’s movement had Y/n biting back a whimper. “Been thinking about tearing it off of you all damn night. Care to come with me?”

“Have you lost your mind? Our entire families are outside.” Y/n dropped the cheese in her hand in surprise.

“They won’t miss us for twenty minutes,” Jensen shrugged. “There are a million people out there and a bouncy castle. Everyone is occupied.”

“Oh, you only need twenty minutes?”

“I seem to remember being able to get you off in fifteen once before.” Her body reacted to his words before she could stop it, arching her back against her husband who groaned as her ass pressed into him. The memory of that morning in his trailer had her biting her lip, the moment still clear in her head even if it did feel so long ago now. “Come on, leave the snacks for a minute.”

“Jensen...”

“Ah, it’s Dean tonight,” he interrupted her protest. “I know you’ve been dreaming of fucking Dean Winchester for the past eight years. So what do you say, sweetheart?”

“You don’t play fair,” she breathed as her body trembled at his words, heat pooling deep in her belly. He was right of course, it had been a fantasy of hers even before they started dating. And of course, he knew it without her ever needing to vocalize it. Jensen was playing her like a piano, hitting all the right notes.

“Is that a yes?” Y/n could hear the smile in his voice. She turned around in his arms and tried to put on her serious face.

“You better be fast, Ackles,” she asserted.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jensen agreed, swiping his tongue over the length of his lower lip before dipping in to kiss her hard and fast. He stepped back and took her hand, dragging her towards the garage. Stopping outside the half bathroom that sat near the garage entrance, he looked around before pushing her inside.

“So serious,” Y/n grinned at her husband as he shut the door and locked it behind them.

“Baby, you know I don’t kid when it comes to you,” he reached out for her, cradling her jaw in his hands as he tugged her body to his.

Their lips crashed together in a heated exchange, their mouths moving against one another in a rehearsed dance. She could taste the beer he had been sipping on all night as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and she relished in the flavor combined with her husband’s usual spice. Y/n slid her hands over the expanse of his shoulders, urging the flannel and canvas jacket that made up Jensen’s ‘Dean’ costume off his body. The fabric fell to the floor with a gentle thud. Once he was free, Jensen ran his palms over the globes of her ass, using his fingers to bunch up the material of her skirt to her hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, finding her barely covered by the lace of her black thong. “You knew what you were doing to me.”

“I only hoped,” she admitted, taking advantage of his distraction to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. Y/n dropped her hands to his belt, unfastening the leather from the buckle as her husband dipped his fingers between her folds. A moan crept up her throat causing her to bury her face in his shoulder to muffle the sound.

“So wet for me already,” he noted as he continued to play with her. She could only nod in response, her shaky hands finishing her work of undoing his jeans. As the zipper came down, she wasted no time pushing his jeans and boxers below his ass and taking his hardening cock in her hand. He brought her lips back to his as she jerked him off, the couples gasping breaths making the air in the small room heavy.

“Spit on it,” his voice was gruff with his arousal as he pulled back from his wife. The grin on her face was wicked as she collected saliva in her mouth and dropped to her knees. She let it dribble slowly from her mouth and collect on the head before rubbing her thumb through it, mixing the drool and precum before spreading it up his shaft. “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

Y/n looked up at him through her lashes, the yellow contacts she wore glinting in the warm light of the bathroom. Her husband had his lip caught between his teeth as she took his length in her mouth and suckled against the head before taking him as far as she could. Jensen bucked his hips, pressing himself to the back of her throat, causing his wife to gag. She released him and took a deep breath, trying not to laugh but failing.

“Get up here,” he laughed softly along with her, squatting a bit to help her back to her feet. Placing a kiss on the tip of her nose before he spun her around, Jensen bent her over the sink as he pushed aside the thin material of her thong and lined himself up with her entrance. Her chin dropped to her chest as he pushed inside her, stretching her cunt just right with every inch.

“Oh, god,” she gasped, the sound echoing in the room and earning her a large hand over her mouth. Jensen brought her back against his chest as he began to move, his tongue poked out between his teeth as he bit back the vibration in his chest threatening to escape. Y/n watched him in the mirror, the concentration on his face making her whimper with every calculated thrust of him inside her. The noise had his eyes snapping up to meet hers in the glass, a devilish smirk crossing his face.

“You’ve got to be quiet, sweetheart. Unless you want everyone to know how you are taking my cock like a good little slut,” he husked in her ear, his eyes never leaving hers. She nodded her understanding and he released his hold on her mouth, his hand traveling down to hold her throat instead. Her eyes fluttered shut as he applied pressure, his hips still fucking her mercilessly. “Keep your eyes on me, I wanna see you when you come.”

Doing as she was told, Y/n once again met her gaze with her husband in the mirror. She was close, the rubber band in her core ready to snap and she knew he wasn’t too far behind. His dick was throbbing inside her, making her walls flutter against the length of him. Her vision was beginning to darken around the edges as his fingers flexed against her throat. Jensen could sense she needed a little more and used the thumb of his free hand to rub tight circles into her throbbing clit. The orgasm hit her like a truck, a scream assuredly escaping her mouth had she been able to breathe. He relented his grip on her as her pulsating walls milked him of everything he had.

A knock sounded at the door just as he filled her used cunt with his come. Both of them snapped their heads to the sound, their bodies tensing. The handle jiggled against the lock and she knew something had to be said.

“Be out in a minute,” she rasped, hoping her voice didn’t sound too wrecked. Footsteps could be heard against the tile receding into the house after a beat. Jensen rested his forehead against her shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. “We’ve got to go now.”

“Right,” he mumbled, pulling his softening cock from inside her. Y/n quivered as she felt the mixture of their release drip down her thighs. Jensen snatched a bit of toilet paper and cleaned her up before doing the same to himself. The couple swiftly fixed their clothes back into place before Y/n opened the door and peered out to make sure no one else was waiting. Jensen gave her a second head start before following after her.

As they came to the end of the hall, Donna looked up from her place at the kitchen island. She smiled sweetly at Y/n, her brows raising ever so on her forehead as she glanced behind the younger women. Y/n turned to see Jensen now appearing from the hallway. She flashed her husband a look before turning back to his mother.

“Oh, Donna you didn’t have to do that. I was just using the restroom,” Y/n tried to play off her absence, but she was still a tad breathless as she spoke. Her mother-in-law had taken it upon herself to finish up the task of refilling the snack platters in their absence, much to Y/n’s dismay.

“That’s alright. I came in to see if you needed any help, so I’m helping,” Donna waved her off as she looked back down at the job at hand. Y/n glanced over her shoulder at her husband, her eyes wide. Jensen gave her one curt shake of his head, urging her to move further into the kitchen. The older woman looked up as they reached the island, looking at her son this time. “Where were you at, honey?”

“Oh,” Jensen cleared his throat and pointed over his shoulder. “Um, Y/n asked me to check her car because she, uh, thought she bought another bag of pretzels but couldn’t find them.” Y/n had to admit he was pretty good at coming up with that on the fly and managing to keep his face straight, but she guessed that’s what decades of acting will do for a person.

“No luck I guess,” Donna noted that he was empty-handed.

“Nope, no pretzels,” Jensen agreed, his reciprocating smile tight on his lips.

“Alright, well the little ones are getting antsy, you might want to cut that cake soon,” Donna picked up the finished tray and headed towards the patio door but not before stopping to turn back to the couple. “Oh, and Jay?”

“Yeah, mom?”

“Your fly is still down.” She smiled sweetly before disappearing outside. Y/n spun to look at her husband, her mouth agape as he looked down and hurriedly zipped up his jeans.

“Oh my God,” she yelped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. Jensen moved past her with a huff and pulled open the drawer in the kitchen that held the candles and lighter for the party.

“Babe, don’t worry. It’s not like she is going to announce it to the whole party. Though she might tell my dad later,” he mused with a slight grimace.

“Don’t tell me that,” Y/n looked at him, the embarrassment written all over her face. Jensen chuckled at her as he used his free hand to pull her into his side. He squeezed her waist as he kissed away the wrinkles in the center of her forehead.

“Honey, we are married. I think everybody knows we have sex by now.”

“Sure, but they don’t know when we do it,” she cringed internally. “Or that we do it when they are in our house at our kids’ birthday party.”

Jensen leaned into her ear again. “You can’t fool me, you know? I know how much you secretly like everybody to know you are mine. It’s why you are gonna enjoy feeling me between your legs for the rest of the night.” He smacked her ass before leaving her standing in the kitchen as he rejoined the party. Y/n cursed him silently as she chased after him.

The sun was almost gone over the horizon, making it the perfect time to light the candles. Y/n made her way off the patio where the seating was filled with various adults and some of the older cousins and headed towards the hoard of children on the lawn and the bounce house.

“Who wants cake and ice cream?” She yelled as she reached the nylon structure. Her question earned a series of shrieks from the kids both inside and out of it. Josh, who had been watching those inside, helped her with getting them all out. They followed after the flurry of kids towards the house, arriving just as Jensen lit the candles.

The cousins surrounded the cake table. Ezra and Odette, who were nearly inseparable these days, found their way to the other side to surround Levi. Tom hung out with Mackenzie’s kids, having grown close in the past six years, and Shep tended more towards Josh’s kids, but they were all there, more grown than her heart wanted to accept.

The whole party began singing ‘Happy Birthday’ as Jensen grabbed the twins’ hands. He pulled them from the crowd of kids and close to the table, squatting down to hold them against his chest, one in each arm.

“Happy birthday dear Willa and Atlas, happy birthday to you!” The song ended with cheers from the party-goers. Jensen helped their kids to blow out the candles, the excitement written across their tiny faces as he cheered along with the rest of their family.

Y/n stepped up then and took Atlas from his father while the grandmas took over the cutting and serving of dessert. The twins got their’s first followed by the rest of the cousins and then the rest of the family. The handful of napkins Y/n held in one hand was no use against thawed ice cream and a toddler, the melted dairy getting everywhere. Not that their border collie, Poppy, was upset by the drippings hitting the edge of the table and the stone patio below. The parents however were a different story. Jensen was covered from Willa, and he had to permanently rid himself of the flannel and canvas jacket. Y/n had managed to keep her own clothes clean but the twins were out of luck. The two had to be stripped of their ‘Phil and Lil’ costumes before they were let loose again.

The kids spent the rest of the night running off all the sugar and excitement of the day. Surprisingly, it didn’t take as long as she had expected it to. By the time they were starting the bonfire, the twins were tapped out, trapping Jensen in his seat as they slept in his lap. The older cousins were also starting to slow down, enjoying the fire with the adults as the night cooled.

The fire pit sat not far from the creek that cut through their property; the night air filled with the sound of the crackling fire and undisturbed nature. Y/n sat back in her folding chair as she listened to the conversation being had around her by her loved ones.

“Mommy, can I sit with you?” Ezra stood next to her, evidently over sitting on the blanket with Odette. She nodded to him with a smile and helped him into her lap, allowing her oldest to rest against her chest. With the child growing more independent every day, Y/n was learning to savor the small moments like these, unsure of which one would be her last. Her head turned towards the bed of water to her right, watching the flames dance against the waves and tuning her ears to the rushing water.

“You know, in the five years you guys have been here, I have not been able to get over this view,” Jared spoke up from across the way with Gen sitting in his lap, after having followed his sister’s gaze towards the water. “I might have to move the family in.”

“Uh you do that and the horses are officially your responsibility,” Y/n laughed as she rubbed her son’s back absentmindedly, her hands running every so often through the blonde locks on the back of his head.

It truly was a beautiful property that had just gone onto the market when she and Jensen began looking. It was more than they initially had wanted to pay, but the seclusion and security couldn’t be matched. After everything that had happened, the couple took on a lot of new protective measures for their family. Moving somewhere more secluded was number one because while Chandler had gone to prison, he wouldn’t be there forever and he wasn’t the only crazy fan that lived out there. This way they could sleep again at night.

The ranch was almost forty acres of fenced property that cut through Barton Creek, just west of downtown Austin. It sat back off the road in a gated community, leading up to the nature preserve. There was even a barn for horses and a guest house. They were hidden from the world and that was just how she liked it. Now, she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, even if it was a lot of work at the end of the day.

Jared and Gen had convinced the Ackles to let them fill the barn not long after they bought the ranch. After all, it had been their plan all along, just not housing her brother’s horses along with her own. Though they were here all the time to help out with the upkeep, passing it off sounded like a dream.

“I think we could make that happen, after all, two of the three are ours,” Gen agreed, laughing at her sister-in-law’s face. Jared joined in with his wife and Y/n couldn’t help but smile at them.

“But seriously, I love seeing you happy, smalls,” Jared acknowledged, his gaze flicking to where her husband was next to her. She followed his line of sight, finding her husband now just as out as their twins.

“Yeah, me too.” A grin spread across her face as she watched the three sleeping. She felt her chest swelling as she let the scene take over her, the emotions hitting her all at once as she watched her family were overwhelming.

There was a time when she had resigned herself to the fact that this was out of her reach. As much as she had been content with her life when she walked onto the set of Supernatural all those years ago, she couldn’t deny that at times it felt like something was missing. And this, this was what she had been missing. That feeling in her chest due to the overwhelming amount of pure love in her heart as she looks at her husband and their family that she has no idea how to even begin to quantify it.

There will never be words for her to express to him how she truly feels. Words can’t describe it. And when she looks at the three little lives they created together, that feeling only multiplies. He took a self-proclaimed independent woman and taught her what it truly meant to love and be loved by another person. Then he gave her their most beautiful blessings and she learned all over again that the heart will always make room for more love. But most importantly, he taught her how to be happy. All she needed to do was let it in because the happiness has always been there, and now more than ever, it always will be.

Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, commenting, and enjoying. The Happiness Saga will forever remain close to my heart xoxo Alex

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years

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Five Birthdays (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 2.4K Warning: Implied adult situations Premise: Ethan’s birthdays with her in the next five years.

Author’s Note: A birthday fic that I wrote a while ago and wanted to post on my birthday. Dedicated to @perriewinklenerdie , @scorpiochick8 , and all the beautiful Scorpios out there. November babies, this is for you too! Thank you @aestheticartsx for reading through this mess! Hope you like it.

Year One

A soft knock pulled Ethan away from his latest patient chart. Interruptions were always a source of irritation but tonight he almost welcomed it. His body ached with exhaustion and his eyelids were heavy after the sixteen hour day.

The door opened to reveal Dr. Allende, looking uncharacteristically bashful as she entered, hands behind her back.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, his attention falling quickly to the chart. This he only did as an excuse to glance away because she was biting her bottom lip the way she did when nervous. It was a quirk that always drove him to distraction.

She said nothing as she approached, and Ethan could see in his peripheral that she did so cautiously. After a small pause, she set a tall to-go cup of coffee on the desk in front of him, successfully getting his attention.

“I brought you coffee,” she said by way of explanation. She opened her mouth to say more, but closed it immediately, looking uncharacteristically flustered and even a little anxious. She tried again, “The Vienna. From the coffee house you took me to a few weeks ago.”

Ethan removed his spectacles, staring at the cup. “I can see that. Though I commend you on the choice, I am still uncertain why you went through the trouble.”

The pretty intern flushed, looking prettier still, much to Ethan's frustration.

“I didn't know what else you liked. And I wanted to get you something.”

Ethan's confusion lasted only a second before realization sunk in. His stomach dropped and he all but groaned. For some reason, this seemed to ease some of her tension. She even looked a tad bit amused.

“Who told you?”

“Dr. Banerji,” she responded, not surprising Ethan in the least. “He let it slip while I was drawing blood for that full work up you ordered.”

Ethan huffed, sincerely doubting the old man had let the detail slip accidentally.

“Happy birthday,” she added and this time, the amusement was undeniable in her voice.

“You can't tell anyone,” he implored, feeling his face grow hotter by the second. He shuddered to think of the fuss people in the hospital would make if they knew, particularly the nursing staff. “I've worked too hard these past years to keep that a secret. Trust me, it's not an easy feat when Marlene is in charge of the birthday board.”

Lilac laughed, the sound so pleasant he almost forgot to be mortified. “Imagine the parties they'd throw in your honor, Dr. Ramsey. I don't think I can rob everyone of such a good time.”

“Lilac.”

More laughter. “I won't tell a soul,” she said solemnly. Ethan was still unconvinced and she rolled her eyes. “Just drink your coffee, Ron Swanson.”

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Year Two

Lilac glanced around with interest, pressing her clipboard tightly against her chest. Ethan almost snorted at her feigned attempt to seem invested. There was nothing particularly interesting about the supply closet they both occupied.

“Interesting choice, Doctor,” she commented anyway, sounding thoroughly amused.

“I didn't think you'd mind meeting here,” he returned, feeling emboldened enough to flirt with the pretty young resident before him. He had already pulled her into a supply closet with the enthusiasm of an intern. Ethan might as well enjoy the full thrill of breaking the rules. “If you have moral qualms, however, just say the word and we can both go back to work.”

Lilac proved she had no complaints by closing the already small space between them and kissing him fully. The clipboard clattered to the floor as her hands slid up his shoulders and clung around his neck. Ethan responded in kind, his hands settling on the dip of her waist, his lips eagerly moving against hers.

She hissed a little as their kiss went from passionate to desperate, hands, lips, and teeth tugging at one another. These days, it only took a matter of seconds to reach that level, both growing needier by the day.

“I didn't take you for the type to make out in a supply closet,” she said breathlessly when they finally pulled apart.

“Honestly? The idea seemed juvenile until I started making out with you.” He gave her a half smile that made her eyes linger on his lips. “I've been thinking of nothing else ever since we broke into Mass Kenmore.”

Ever since that event, he'd had several detailed fantasies that included Lilac in a supply closet with him, but he decided not to disclose them as the majority were irrefutably not safe for work. Then again, the way she pressed her body flush against his, her rosy lips trailing kisses along his jaw, was anything but appropriate for the workplace.

“Whatever the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.”

Ethan involuntarily shuddered at the word birthday, which in turn made her pull away in laughter.

“No one is going to hear us here. You picked the supply closet in a construction zone that no one is allowed to be in.”

She was taunting him but Ethan didn't mind. If anything, he concluded that two could play at the game. With a devilish, lopsided smile that caught her attention again he said in a dangerous, low whisper, “I just thought you'd want to scream my name without the whole hospital hearing you.”

The surprised look that turned lustful in seconds sent a thrill of satisfaction through Ethan. He claimed her lips again without restraint, successfully opening the buttons of her blouse before him. There was no time to admire the black lace that left little to the imagination, when his pager demanded his attention.

He groaned but fixed his clothes and hair at once. When he was presentable once again, Ethan paused to give her one last, longing look. A familiar, mournful feeling settled in his stomach as another clandestine encounter came to an end.

Her responding smile was understanding, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking. At this point, he was certain that she did.

“Happy birthday,” she murmured, lifting herself to press a sweet, tender kiss to his cheek.

Not for the first time, he wished for nothing more than to be able to kiss her whenever, however he wanted, no matter who saw.

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Year Three

Ethan pressed her against the wall, escalating their usual goodbye kiss after a long day at the hospital. Though a little surprised at first, Lilac quickly recovered and kissed him back just as eagerly. When they broke the kiss for breath, she raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”

Ethan shrugged, the pad of his thumb trailing the faint freckles on her cheeks. The truth was now that he could finally kiss her without needing a reason to and without caring who was around, he couldn't seem to stop.

In this particular instance, it was Naveen who entered the office, clearing his throat meaningfully. They didn't spring apart from one another as they used to, pretending (rather poorly) that they were only colleagues. Instead, they remained in each other's arms as they looked at the Chief. The older man did not seem to mind one bit for he watched them with a warm, proud smile.

“Ready for our meeting with the Board, Ethan?”

“No.”

Naveen chuckled good-naturedly. “It'll be a short one. I'll make sure of it lest Dr. Allende hates me for making her finance work late on his birthday.”

It did not go unnoticed by everyone that Ethan didn't exactly have a visceral reaction to the word, unlike the past years. Naveen shot him a fatherly smile and Lilac pressed a loving, chaste kiss on his cheek.

“I'll wait for you at home.” She waited until the Chief was out of the room to whisper in Ethan's ear, “I have a surprise for you.”

The heady promise stole his attention for the rest of the evening, which was a good thing because the meeting was as useless as he had expected. An hour and a half later, he discovered he was right in rushing home to Lilac.

She was waiting for him in the living, perched on the backrest of the love seat and clad in the shortest silk robe he had ever seen. Her shapely legs were exposed for his viewing pleasure, save for the sheer, black stockings ending with lace at her thighs. The echo of her previous promise adorned everything from her coy smile to the scandalous patch of lace peeking from the neckline of her robe.

“Took you long enough,” she teased in a breathy sort of voice that had an instant effect on him.

She hopped off the sofa, walking toward the dining room, hips swaying with each step. On any regular day, the sight would have been enough inspiration to tease her until she begged him to take her on any given surface of their apartment. In her current attire, he wished to pin her against the wall with primal urgency in ten seconds or less.

“I ordered us food from—”

In one quick stride, he spun her around, his mouth devouring hers in a scorching kiss. Lilac matched his passion, her silk-clad body melting deliciously against his, her arms locking around his neck.

“Happy birthday,” she moaned as he ran his tongue down her neck and into the exposed valley of her breasts.

Ethan had never been happier.

Not only because he was currently peeling the flimsy robe off with his teeth, revealing a lacy black number underneath, but also because of the three words that left her lips, as natural and wondrous as the beautiful sunset through the window.

“I love you.”

He could never tire of hearing them.

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Year Four

Ethan awoke to soft, lazy kisses and a curtain of dark hair enveloping them both. When she straightened with a tired smile, he missed the floral scent of her shampoo at once. He groaned in protest and pulled her body against his for another quick kiss, cutting the small shriek of surprise short.

“Good morning,” he greeted between slow, delicious sips of her mouth.

“Good morning indeed,” she sighed in return. At last, when they fully pulled apart, she picked up a tray from the nightstand and set it on his lap. “Happy birthday! I made you pancakes. ”

He took in the pretty array before him, complete with coffee and a small vase of red carnations. Ethan flashed her a grateful grin, not missing the dark circles under her eyes or the exhausted sigh that escaped her as her head sank into the pillows.

“Is that what was burning earlier?”

Lilac laughed dryly, eyes shut. “Laugh all you want, Ramsey, but at least I can actually make them.”

“Touché.”

He savored her offerings in silence, admiring how her cooking had improved dramatically in her years with him. Lilac continued to rest against the pillows, looking so blissful, he couldn't help but smile. Within minutes, her muscles relaxed and her breathing became more even as she drifted into sleep.

The crackle of the speaker on their bedside startled her awake. If that hadn't done it, then the wailing that soon followed would have done it. “He's awake,” she mumbled, already moving to sit up.

Ethan placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, easing her back into the pillows. “I'll go.”

His son's crying subsided as soon as Ethan scooped him up and swayed him gently. He grinned down at his three-month-old, unable to contain the warm pride expanding in his chest.

“Good morning. You're up early after keeping us up for most of the night,” he murmured, kissing his tiny forehead. Ethan would give up all his hours of sleep if it meant holding his perfect son in his arms.

By the time they returned to the bedroom, Lilac was sound asleep, face buried unceremoniously in the pillows. Ethan smiled fondly at his wife, making a mental note to lovingly tease her about the snoring later. Quietly, he settled in bed next to her, carefully setting Jonah facedown on his chest.

Lilac mumbled something incomprehensible, sleepily burrowing into his arm. Jonah, meanwhile, drifted off into an easy sleep against his father's chest. Ethan smiled broadly, the gesture coming much more naturally than in past years, as he enjoyed a quiet morning with his perfect little family.

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Year Five

“Happy birthday!” his wife exclaimed. Ethan wasn't sure what his toddler son had shrieked out. All he knew was that he matched his mother's enthusiasm as they presented the small, thickly frosted cake on the counter.

Ethan raised his brows at the creation before him. “You two made this just for me?”

Lilac beamed. “Yep, just Jonah and I.”

The slight pitch in her voice made Ethan chuckle. “I find that hard to believe. One of you barely has the fine motor skills needed to operate in a kitchen.”

“Cachen!” Jonah exclaimed, claiming his father's attention. Ethan bent down and kissed the top of his head.

“And the other is a one year old toddler,” Ethan finished, earning him an adorable glare from his wife.

“You think you're so funny, Ramsey.”

“I know I am, Allende.”

“That’s Allende-Ramsey to you.” Without warning, she scooped up a dollop of frosting and smeared it on Ethan's mouth.

Unfazed, Ethan licked off the excess before pulling her into a kiss. Lilac laughed against his sugar coated lips while Jonah shrieked with happiness, forcing them to pull apart.

“Either way, thank you for making this for me,” he said, gesturing toward the now marred cake.

“Antsina!”

Ethan glanced at his son curiously. “What is he saying?”

Lilac, meanwhile, shook her head comically at their son.

“Ant sina!” the baby repeated, his short arms outstretched towards the cake.

“Aunt Sienna?” Ethan guessed with a small laugh, looking at his wife. “Sienna helped you with this, didn’t she?”

Lilac seemed abashed, looking as though she had half a mind to deny it. Her shoulders dropped in defeat, however, and with a small laugh she said, “I didn’t think my baby would give me away, but yes.” At her husband’s smug smile, she added, “But Jonah and I helped! Jonah tasted the frosting and I helped with the batter.”

Her smile turned sheepish as she thought of something and added, “Actually, your daughter may have helped with that too. This makes for the perfect bowl stand.” Her hands lovingly caressed her very pregnant belly.

Ethan leaned in to kiss it and Jonah, always mimicking his father, leaned in to do the same. Both parents laughed, kissing their son in turn.

“Make a wish,” Lilac instructed as she lit the candles.

A knot formed in his throat as Ethan considered there was no need for that. In the past five years, he had been fortunate enough to find everything he could ever want.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I love you all <3

Also, I have hit a major writer’s block when concerning Part 2 of the Miami chapter in the Picta series. Slowly but surely, I am getting there. Thank you for being so patient!

Finally, if you asked me to add you to the tag list and I haven’t, please message me. I am so disorganized and forgetful. I’m so sorry!

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Illusionary

Cerberus, Kia, domestic bedroom snz scene with a little magic, little romance? Hmm, yeah, sounds like me. 😏 --- Wrapped in a full-length darkest burgundy dressing robe, feeling somewhat refreshed but still more than a little coldhazy, Cerberus emerges post-shower to the sight of Kia, changed from her earlier black velvet bodice and jeans into a burnished deep gold satin negligee, lying on her stomach across the bed, head resting on her hands, attention fixed on the Testing papers in front of her. He pauses at the threshold, leans against the door frame to simply look at her awhile, silently enraptured, a soft smile on his face.

:Just so you know, babe,: Mindsends Kia, keeping her eyes on the papers, :it’s not possible for you to enter a room and not be noticed.: She glances back over her shoulder at him and grins wickedly. “You’d be a terrible spy.”

Cerberus chuckles, walking over to settle beside her on the bed. “Hard to argue given the circumstances, I suppose.” He toys with her hair, looking down at the papers. “Which Level are you applying for?” A light sniffle, and he frowns slightly, rubs his nose against an irritation rising anew.

“6.” Kia sighs. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I can get that, but…I don’t know, I’m not…evenly skilled across the options or something.” She rolls over to sit up, cross-legged. “There’s a bunch of stuff I can do really well, and some other stuff I’m…just not very good at, I guess.” She gives him a rueful smile. “But I think if I maybe…”

“What is it you’re not sure of?” Cerberus reaches across her and picks up the papers, flicking through them as he moves to sit leaning back against the bedhead, rearranging the array of pillows and cushions to suit. Another sniffle, more sharply this time and he recognises the battle as lost, his focus dissolving captive to undeniable need, and he turns from Kia in surrender to an adversary already his conqueror many times over today. “HHAHTSSCCHU! Damn it, I swear Healing deal in placebos. Comple…ehh-HH ..completely…hh… Ahh-HEHTSSCH-uu!” He sniffles again and fixes Kia with a look conveying irrefutable vindication, raises an eyebrow. “*snf!*Hm? As evidenced. Completely ineffectual,” he states with authority, and takes several tissues from the box on the bedside. “Excuse me a mome… hh-HH... Oh, for f… HHAHTSSCCHU! Ah, gods. *SNF!* Pardon me, love.” He blows his nose in an attempt to stop any further irritation, at least in the short term, though he holds very little faith in that regard, and incinerates the tissues in a flashblaze of aetherfire.

“Bless you, sweetheart,” Kia says, gently strokes his forearm. “I’m fairly sure the meds have helped a bit, though,” she suggests. “Compared to earlier, at least.”

“Oh, well, yes, I’m sure I’ve had at least ten minutes respite here and there,” mutters Cerberus sardonically, though he concedes to his bonded’s wry smirk quickly enough, places a kiss on her forehead. “Ah, I’m sorry, darkling. It’s just that as a rule, I’m rather fond of breathing.” Resting back against the pillows once more, he sighs again, absently rubs his nose, and returns his attention to the papers, making a quiet hum of thought as he flicks through them, in consideration.

“Sweetheart?” Kia, curious, shuffles up along the bed a little more to kneel beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, trying to read what he was reading. “What are you doing?”

Cerberus points to the skillset of Illusion, listed as a subcategory within Hypnotics, several thick and emphatic lines scrawled beneath it. “This is underlined because…?”

Kia scoffed. “Because I suck at it,” she says, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, I can do the basics, but…” She looks up at him, nestling into him, trailing absent patterns across his chest with her fingers. “It’s just…it’s like…you have to sort of direct what someone else sees, so it’s…putting your images into their eyes without actually seeingthrough their eyes, so you don’t know if it’s actually working, you just kind of have to hope for it, and I can’t figure out when it is working so then I get distracted and the whole thing pretty much falls apart.”

“It’s a skill Demonics covers as well.” Cerberus kisses the top of her head, draping an arm across her as he drops the papers in his lap.

Kia stares at him, taken aback. “You can do this?!”

“Well, I don’t use it widely, nor is it my forte, but…”

“Oh, oh, oh! Want to take my Test for me?” Kia gives him a playful entreating look. “Just, I don’t know, shapeshift or something. Is that a thing? You can do that, right? I’ll let you wear whatever you like. Oh my god, I bet you’d be super-hot as me.”

Cerberus collapses into laughter, and she laughs with him, her heart warming as it always does when he loses himself to delight, and particularly now, with him unwell. She repositions herself to settle beside him, kissing him tenderly as she does so, and picks up the papers in one hand, resting her other hand on his thigh. “Alright, alright, okay, I know. I’ll take my own stupid Test. It’s mostly Vampirism specific, anyway. But still…” A devilish grin darts across her face and she bats her eyelashes at him with exaggerated flirtation. :Super-hot.:

Smiling, Cerberus looks down and shakes his head in an ill-advised move that brings about yet another stark reminder of the throbbing sinus headache he’s only just managed to almost forget. He winces slightly and does his best to ignore it. Claiming the honeyed tea from the bedside tray, he reheats it with a touch, and takes a sip. “Well, darkling,” he says, “perhaps not quite that, um…absolute, but I certainly owe you any favours I can offer at this point, so if you’ll allow me—” He kisses her forehead. “—to revisit a request that you once asked of me… Drop your Protect.”

Kia’s eyes widen and she looks up at him, confused, curious. “Why? Do you even need me to?”

“No, love, technically I don’t. But I’d prefer to have your consent, if you’ll give it.”

“For what? I mean, sure, of course, babe, but…”

And then Kia loses her words, struck voiceless, astonished, and reaches her hand out to feel for a bed that is no longer there, finding instead only the soft moss and verdure of a rainforest glade, the gentle sensation of vivid greenery under her touch; lush, thick and rampant plantlife above her, beneath her, beside her, in sensory undeniability. She turns rapidly, looking everywhere around her, unable to comprehend what’s happening even as the very atmosphere changes, the dark, thick, wet scent of fernery, pines, rich soils, and peat surrounding her, immersive and entirely real, solid, incontrovertible. The sky darkens to gunmetal greyblue, stormclouded and windswept, and the crash of distant thunder seems to vibrate the air itself. Sky? But there can’t be sky. Where’s the…where’s the ceiling? What…

“Honey?” she asks, questioning, her own voice feeling like a foreignness, seeking her love who isn’t where he had been mere seconds ago, and she runs her hand along the bark of a nearby tree, one of several, the texture rough and actual, definite. She pushes it, pushes harder; it does not yield. The thunder echoes again, muted but resonant, a certainty, and the heavy cloudcover darkens with it, bringing further shadow to the dell. Shifting her position and reaching for familiarity does nothing to transform the verdant rolling hills back into the furniture she knows so well – oak and cast iron and ornate fabric lost to, consumed by, this wilderness she’s breathing. The landscape stretches out endless and impossibly vast; bedroom walls stay invisible, dissolved. There are no hard angles. No corners. Thunder once more but softer, as if moving away. Wisps of phosphorescence dartdance across thickets and brush, phantasmal. She curls her toes against some lichen at her feet.

:Know this, love,: Cerberus Mindsends almost as if in echo, in memory, to the bone, and Kia spins around to face him, seated beside her but on the opposite side to where she last saw him, dressed as if for a fog-covered moorside in a thick cable-knit sweater and fleecelined suede coat, which she knows is not possible this is not possible it cannot be possible how can he do this how can anyone oh my god definitely not reality but still the only tangible perception she can make, and she isn’t at all sure she can speak to him and she tries to see what she knows to be real, where she knows she must be sitting, but she simply can’t, and she plucks a honeysuckle flower off a nearby creeping vine that has to be fictitious and yet it somehow isn’t, marvelling as she turns it over in her hands, touching its petals, breathing its sweet perfume.

“You’re extraordinary,” she whispers, tears in her eyes.

:Close your eyes a moment, darkling, and immerse. Remember this. Understand this.:

And feeling the reassuring touch of his hand on hers, she closes her eyes as requested, reopening them after just a brief time to see again the bedroom that she’d logically known she’d never left, only then consciously recognising that he could not have taken her hand in that way from where she’d thought she’d seen him last, and she gazes up at him, open-mouthed in astonishment, for the shortest of moments before reaching up to trace her fingers along the contours of his face, almost as if to confirm his existence. “How are you even…” she murmurs in wonder, before calling herself back to reality somewhat.

She takes a moment to rebalance, breathes deeply, recentering. “Okay.” She exhales slowly. “Alright. Okay, that was…wow, that was completely amazing and… I love you but that was… If that’s what I’m meant to do… I mean, I could feel it. I held a flower. Fuck, babe. I have enough trouble even getting an image to form. A single image. You…you made a world. There’s no way I can do that.”

“You most certainly can, love,” counters Cerberus, “and, in fact, will. Should bring you up to a Level 8 grading, I’d imagine.” He presses his index finger then the back of his hand against his nose, frowning a little at a building itch, sniffling. “Excuse me. You just, um…recall the memory, enter in and redirect, adjusting for context. You’ll only be working with mortal capacity for resistance, also, if I recall the Vampirism protocol for this sort of thing correctly, so it sh…should be…” His breath hitches, the returning urgency stealing his sentence; he excuses himself with haste and turns from Kia, succumbing desperate, heavy, absolute. “AhhHEHTSSCHuu!”

“Bless you!”

He raises an index finger and gives the briefest shake of his head, brow creased, and frozen in thrall to the crescendo of oncoming need; he takes an imposed moment, expectant, and another, inhaling shallow scissored twice and over, then deep, deeper still.

And again.

“hh-HH… Hh-TSSCHhuu!”

And oh he does not want to concede, but again.

“HMPTch! HHKTchu!” His attempt at resistance proves no contest against the still insistent, overwhelming tickle, and he gives over completely this time, abandoning any further fight. “Hh-TSSCH-uu! ah-hh… AHHTSSCHUU! Ah, gods.”

Kia’s own breath comes a touch uncertain too as she purrs a honeytoned, “Bless you, sweetheart.”

Cerberus exhales tiredly, pushes silken ebony disorder back from his face with one hand while claiming several tissues with the other. “Thanks, love,” he murmurs, adding a sotto voce curse or two about the entire situation. “Pardon me.” He blows his nose, a little more gingerly now, sniffles again and sighs, repeats the process. Ridiculous.

A thought suddenly occurs to Kia that piques her interest far too much to not to ask it. “So, um…what would have happened if you’d sneezed during that whole…you know, ‘the bedroom is a forest now’ performance?”

Cerberus wipes his nose a final time before vaporising the latest used tissue collection. He chuckles quietly, clears his throat. “You’d best tell me, I think.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t, though. I would have…” Kia breaks off, examines her beloved’s expression with wary sidelong glance, considering whether there was any chance of...

No. With a faint scoff, she rejects the possibility, positive, confident. “No, you did not. There’s no way I don’t hear that.”

“If you say so, love.”

She frowns. “You’re right here. I am next to you in the bed.”

“Yes, it’s wonderful.” He flashes her a candid, disarming smile. “My favourite thing.”

Laughing, Kia pushes him in play. “Well, mine too, sweetheart, but that’s not what I meant and you know it,” she says before returning to her point. “You did not sneeze during that, though. No way. It just isn’t… Nope. You’re teasing me.”

“Well.” Cerberus once again brings newly steaming heat to the cup of tea with a touch, the very slightest of smiles crossing his face. “I admit that thunder is rather a cliché, but I didn’t have a great deal of time to consider intricacy of plot.”

“You di… But…” Kia stares at him in complete bafflement. “How?!”

“Illusion, darkling.” He stretches an idle arm across her shoulders, presses a kiss to her temple. “This is how it works.”

“Are you serious?!” Kia shakes her head in amazement. “God, do I even know what reality is?!” She gives a half laugh of incredulity, simultaneously astounded and utterly unsurprised at the variety of skills her beloved seems able to just call to command at will. “Okay, okay, and…so now because you…set me up, is that right, I can just, what, do that now? Oh. Ohh, whoa now, wait a second. Hang on.” She gives him a sly look, comprehension dawning. “Did you just do my homework for me?”

Cerberus laughs softly, a little darkly. “Consider it a crash course. Anyway, I know that you are in fact highly skilled in…not unrelated areas. I certainly know you can direct events. Your truly…outstanding talent with Immerse and Possess proves it. I suspect you just weren’t sure where to begin in this case.” He gives her a gentle smile. “You have an advantage, love. You should use it.”

Kia smiles back. “Oh, I’ll use you alright. I mean, use it.” She winks, laughing again. “I liked your mountain man look, by the way. Do you even have a cable-knit sweater?"

Cerberus raises an eyebrow. "What? You dressed me in a sweater?"

“I dressed you? What?"

“My direction only goes so far, darkling. Illusion involves a great deal of obfuscation, but it’s not a complete taking over. Some parts of it are nothing more than guidance, suggestions. And certain aspects are – I assure you – entirely of your own creation." He looks at her in nonplussed bemusement. “Really? Cable knit?”

“Navy blue, with a tan suede jacket,” Kia specifies with haughty precision before dissolving into laughter anew and doubly at the expression on his face. "I guess that’s what you get for setting everything in a forest. Come on, I was thematically accurate, at least.” She wipes away tears of laughter before meeting his gaze with conviction, points at him as if delivering an unarguable truth. “You looked hot as fuck, incidentally."

“I feel I’ve learnt something entirely new about you tonight,” Cerberus remarks, smiling briefly at her before suddenly turning away again, a couplet of fierce, unstoppable sneezes almost catching him unprepared absolutely, and he apologises with haste. “Hh-TSSCHH-uu! Ah-TSSCHH-uu! Goddamn it. *snf!* I have had more than entirely enough of this.” He sharply pulls another pair of tissues from the box, blows his nose again, immolates them afterwards with a burst of flame rather more emphatic than required.

“Aw, bless you, hon.” Kia tuts softly, strokes his hair back from his eyes, moves to sit across his lap, facing him. She traces a finely manicured nail down his neck, across his shoulder. “You know,” she nearwhispers, her tone softly teasing, “it wouldn’t kill you to wear a sweater once in a while.”

“I’m really not…”

Kia leans closer, purrs as if sharing the wickedest of secrets. “Denim jeans too.”

:Gods, love, who are you?: Cerberus Mindsends in shadowsnarl as he wraps a strong arm around his bonded and draws them together, claiming her mouth and kissing her with fire palpable.

:You know me, sweetheart.: With deft touch and feline grace, slightest shrug, Kia allows her negligee to smoothly fall away, returning her beloved’s kiss perfervid, wanting, infusing her reciprocal Mindsend with the same.

:Your favourite thing.:

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#supernatural soap opera #cerberus #kia #cerbia #snzfic #sneeze fic #he will never wear denim jeans nope never not gonna happen #the sweater's not completely out of the question though #my writing #my OCs

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