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#''There was never a moment when you weren't in our thoughts.''
gglitch1dd Β· 7 hours
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How would paralysed!izuku and reader yk do the deed….bc I need the DeetsπŸƒβ€β™€οΈπŸƒβ€β™€οΈ
... you're disgusting... I love you. Funny enough when I first was writing the ending, I did a lot of research on what happened to people who become paralysed particularly men and damn is it rough out there. Luckily our Izu doing stem treatment so it would probably be easier on him.
Paralysed Dilf Izuku x Reader
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Note: this happens a year after the surgery. Contains cunnilingus and mentions of ED.
You sat in bed, reading your book as you sat beside Izuku. It was late already but Izuku said he was having trouble sleeping so you decided that you would stay up with him in the mean time until he got tired enough to sleep. You knew some days were rougher than others, so you stood beside him regardless.
With all the kids in bed and Toshinori gone off to UA, it was nice to have a quiet moment like this.
"Y/N..."
"Hm?" You let out softly as you turned the page of what you were reading.
Izuku hesitated as he sat next to you. He was trying to word this correctly but he wasn't sure if there was a correct way to do this. You waited until he was ready to speak, not pressurizing him as you sat at your place beside him.
"Could we have sex?"
You paused, your body not moving for a second before you turned to look at him. You closed your book, heat moving up your neck and to your face at the question. "Are... are you in the mood for it?" You asked.
He moved a hand to the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. "Not exactly." He told you honestly.
You weren't surprised to be honest. One of the unfortunately aspects of spinal injuries for men is the fact that it often came along side erectile dysfunction. Now you never thought that could happen to your husband at any time in your marriage, considering how insatiable he was. However, after the incident the both of you really didn't even try to explore sex until around two months ago.
With the stem cell therapy and physiotherapy, Izuku was making great stride. However it also caused some random boners that took you by surprise and also your husband.
"But I want to make you feel good." At that statement, your face dropped in surprise but you smiled appreciatively. Izuku looked at you with an honest expression and smile. He offered a hand and you took you carefully. "Even if I don't want pleasure, I want to give you pleasure for as long as you want me to."
You eased with a sigh. You put the book you were reading away on your side table. "Alright... you're lucky that the scene I was reading was spicy." Izuku laughed at your reasoning as you sat back down. "Where do you want- IZU!" Suddenly you felt yourself being grabbed and manhandled up away from where you were sitting.
You found yourself sitting on top of your husband on his chest. You looked down to see Izuku's face between your thighs, a grin on his face. You felt like your face was on fire, it had been so long since the both of you had been intimate together so it felt still so odd to you but not unwanted.
"Izuku!" You furrowed your eyebrows down at him. "How on earth..."
"Honey, I might walk slow but it doesn't mean I have to be slow." He stated plainly.
You huffed as you looked down at him. "But I'm- I'm heavy. I don't want to hurt or strain your spine any more."
Izuku gave you a blunt look almost as if not believing you would use that as an excuse. "Honey, I've stopped a semi-truck from falling down a cliff with my bare hands. You really aren't that heavy." He told you bluntly. "Now, will you keep finding excuses or will you let me eat out my wife in peace."
You looked away from him, your face burning at his words. You let out a sigh as you lifted up the large oversized shirt you were wearing. You worse simple cotton briefs but Izuku would be lying if he said he didn't like them on you. He hummed as he moved his thumb to go up and down your slit, brushing against your clit.
You let out a sigh as you found yourself relaxing on top of him. The feeling of friction finally against your sex was heavenly. You let out soft hums, affirming what he was doing. Izuku focused on rubbing circles on your clit the way you liked it. A moan tumbled out of your lips as you flicked your head back.
Izuku moved your panties to the side. His eyebrows twitched raising in surprise at how wet you were already. It had been a while but he was nevertheless glad you still responded so well to his touch. He took a moment to appreciate you, moving his finger down your slit almost like he was trying to memorise your cunt to memory.
You looked down at him with a frown. "What are you staring at?
"You." He answered dead seriously. He looked up at you with an honest expression. "I've missed you." He whispered softly. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or your sex or both.
You dragged a hand through his curly hair making a hum come out of him. You moved your hands up your thighs before moving to spread your lips for him. "Go on then." You nodded to between your legs. "It's waiting for you."
You felt the grip on your thighs tighten. You made the mistake of making eye contact with Izuku. It was the exact reason he lulled you into his grasp. Those eyes. Those eyes that looked into you like you were everything. His hooded eyes were dark with lust and wanting as he dragged his tongue up your slit, flicking at your clit. You gasped, tensing your thighs.
However, you didn't have a lot of time to brace yourself as he buried his face dead first into your sex. You had to hold a squeal as he start to lap at your sex. Izuku's arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping you seated on his face. You let out a moan as you started to grind your hips down on his mouth.
Izuku lapped at your cunt like a man starved. He licked every drop of essence that left your aching depths like you were water and he was a man stuck in the dessert. He let out a groan, his eyes closing. The feeling of his groan against your clit made you moan.
"Yes..." You whispered. "Yes, just like that Izu." You urged as you thrusted your hips closer to his mouth. You grasped his curls making him groan again. "Fuck~ Like that. Come on." You urged as you started to become desperate.
Suddenly you felt a finger press into you. You flipped your head back as a deep groan left your lips. His fingers always felt better than your own. So much more thicker and so much more filling than yours could ever do to you. You were aching for more of him deep inside you.
You didn't want to be selfish but...
You missed his cock.
You felt another finger press into you making you stretch around his fingers. He curved his fingers, easily finding that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You let out a moan. "Oh fuck! Right there! Right-" The words were taking out of your mouth as you arched your back, your thighs tightening around his head.
He chuckled. Izuku easily moved his fingers, deeply thrusting into your sopping wet hole. He moved his mouth to your clit making you gasp. It was everything all at once. You felt like you were so close. So bloody close. You just needed him to just-
"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't bloody stop." You downright ordered of him as your thighs tensed. Suddenly without warning your toes curled as ecstacy washed over your body. Your body shivered in pleasure as you gripped his hair roughly. You were shaking in pleasure as your body felt like it was floating.
With a gasp you leaned back, moving your sex away from his mouth, trying to take control of your thoughts once more. You took in deep breaths as you closed your eyes. That felt good. It felt really good.
"That was great." You said softly.
"Yah?"
You nodded your head. "Yah." You turned to get off of him. The bottom half of his face was covered in slick which he happily licked off his lips. You shook your head with a flush but couldn't help but giggle. "Thank you Izu, I really needed tha-" Suddenly you stopped speaking as you looked down.
Izuku tilted his head before following your eyes down. Izuku's face bloomed red as the both of you looked at each other before the rather big problem at hand.
"A... Are you hard?" You asked.
Izuku hesitated to answer before looking back up at you with a nervous chuckle. "Surprise?"
Moral of the story?... There's a lot of riding and head involved.
-Glitch1d
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al-of-the-stars Β· 3 days
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poly vees! poly vees! where everyone loves eachother
anyways, the vee's find themselves attracted to an imp!reader (maybe only one or two at first). i love the upper class x lower class dynamic ajhs
the imp was originally just trying to be a thief in peace and rob them, but they get caught in the process.
gn! reader is more desirable but you can go for a fem or male reader if you want!!
-πŸ‹ anon
"Stole our hearts. (and our money lol)"
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A/n: Hi, πŸ‹! This reminded me a bit of Blitzo and Stolas from Helluva Boss lol Ik I said this before but I'm not too familiar with poly relationships so I'm so sorry if I got anything wrong! I did gn reader but I did mention reader wearing one of Velvette's dresses so I hope it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable! Hope you enjoy!!
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Imps were never respected in the hell hierarchy. How ironic that the ones who fucked up enough to get sent here are treated better than the innocent demons who never even got a chance at life in the first place. This was the reason you decided to become a thief. If no one was willing to hire the lowlife so that you could make an honest living, you would steal to live a comfortable life. You weren't a Saint by any means but you weren't evil enough to steal from your own kind, only people who either deserved it or people who could afford to be stolen from. That includes overlords, and more specifically, your latest victims, the Vees. They were known for their social influence on the residents of hell, but you didn't really care much since overlords only live in the pride ring and imps usually residents in Imp City in the wrath ring. That, however, doesn't mean you won't travel there and take their shit. You were currently at Vee Tower late at night. Everyone was asleep so you had the perfect chance to do your job and quickly scurry off, or at least that's what you thought, You usually work fast but that doesn’t take into account the time constraint of Vox’s new security system. The moment you touched the vase, a loud alarm rang and a few seconds later, Vox and his tired partners came up to you.Β 
β€œWhat do you think you're doing,” Vox said, his business smile faltering. Shit. You underestimated this guy's inventions. β€œOh.. uhhh..” you were at a loss for words. What were you even supposed to say? β€˜Hey I was about to steal this vase that you own’? Absolutely not. Luckily for you, they didn't seem to mind as much as you thought they would. Little did you know that every time you had stolen from the Overlords, they had known you were there. Although they didn't exactly appreciate you stealing their belongings, they had taken a bit of a liking towards you. Even when being mischievous little shit, you still had a sort of charm. Like when you were stealing one of Vox's newest prototypes and spent 10 whole minutes trying to figure out what it did before giving up and furiously putting it in the bag. Or that time you stole one of Velvette's dresses and before putting it in the bag you put it on, just for funsies. She had to admit, you didn't look half bad in her designs, maybe when you finally date them, she can ask you to model for her. And the time you tried to steal one of the blankets from one of Val's studios, which surprisingly sell for a lot. You hurriedly put it in the bag, trying to touch it as little as possible, who knows what things people had done in those blankets. They slowly fell for you one by one, maybe next time, they can finally ask you out. Once they give you the world, you finally won't have to steal their things.
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gojolatte Β· 5 hours
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now we are one, let me love you ↳ g. satoru x g. suguru, g. satoru x reader β™‘ angst, fluff ↳ tw: death, mention of a afterlife β™‘ self-indulgent (I'm still trying to cope)
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just thinking about the moment Satoru releases his final breath as his soul lets go. he can finally be at peace because he knows he's about to see you and suguru soon. he can't say that he hasn't braced himself for this moment because he has. it makes him wonder what his afterlife will be like.
will you be waiting? will it be suguru? maybe both?
regardless, he's going to make up for lost time. hold you like he's afraid he's going to lose you again. kiss you like he's missed you because he has. so fucking much. the last thought on his mind causing a smile to gradually grow as a single tear falls from his eyes.
he's going to be able to be happy again.
no sorcery, no saving others, no more loneliness. no more sleepless nights, no more nightmares.
you have more time to be able to be together.
he's always regretted the way things ended with you and how he wasn't able to save suguru from spiraling into madness. hated how he wasn't able to protect you from your untimely demise after your breakup. how his last words to suguru weren't what he truly wanted them to be.
how he wasn't able to protect the both of you from yourselves.
after losing both of you he vowed to never love again because he knew he would never feel the same way he felt for the two of you, for anyone else.
"welcome home, Satoru.”
satoru blinks, his heart doing leaps and bounds as he stands in front of the two people he fell in love with at different points in his life. his bottom lip wobbles the second he takes in your warm smile that makes your eyes crease, arms wide open for him to run into. he had hoped he would be able to see the both of you but he didn't expect the both of you to be waiting for him together. he was sure he would have to search for at least one of you but he's glad. it makes him happier to know that, even in death, you both are willing to stick by his side.
willing to be with him.
willing to still love him.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault, satoru." Your voice is gentle but firm, knowing (and hating) that he blamed himself for your death. Honestly, You had no business going on missions when your head and heart weren't in the right place. Losing Nanamin was one thing but also, feeling like you were losing your grip on your life was another. Your breakup took a harder toll on you mentally and everyone could see it. Yaga tried to stop you but you were too hard-headed to listen to reason. Even the higher-ups knew all of this and they still sent you to your death. If anyone was to blame, it would be them.
satoru remembers seeing your lifeless body on the table like countless others, only breaking away when shoko finally covered your corpse. feeling the curse of loving someone all over again. he went through with suguru and now you were an added casualty. you weren't supposed to be there and Satoru felt if you hadn't agreed to end things, you would have still been alive.
"You can't blame yourself for our mistakes. I chose my path, satoru." suguru says, placing a soft kiss on top of his forehead with a softer smile before pulling away. "I can't change what I've done but I've accepted it."
his mind reels remembering how he was forced to end suguru's reign of terror.
"I forgive you. You were doing what was right." the tears streamed down satoru's face as he listened to the both of you. his heart breaking for the third time as he releases a sob, feeling the way you're reaching up to rub the back of his undercut. he relaxes as much as he can but you know it's going to take some time for him to truly be okay.
"I've missed you both so much."
"Well, now we have all the time in the world," You chuckle, letting satoru step away to try to get his bearings.
"an eternity to make things right."
you both hold out your hands as he takes one of yours and one of suguru's. he can't help but the tranquility washes over him in waves because he can't believe this is his afterlife, this is his serendipity. surrounded by snowfall and sweet flowers blooming around you as you lead him to his safe space.
his haven.
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theflyindutchwoman Β· 8 hours
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Hi I’m back.
But mad now.
WHY IS EVERYONE (expect Tim) TREATING MY BABY LUCY SO BAD!?
No one was in that room supporting her after the shooting.
Angela and Nyla treated her like shit, looking at her like she’s less then. Acting like her failing to make detective was actually her own fault!?
The way Nolan fucked up and ends up on fucking tv!? While Lucy β€œmakes a mistake” at a scene and gets taunted!?
No one our girl is spiraling lately. The only person she has right now is Tim. He has been unwavering in his support.
I’m so mad 😀 and then I’m also nervous because next week it seems like they’re making Tim abandon Lucy!? And like wtf is that!? He better explain himself and not join the dark side. He’s all we have for her right now (unless we include Tamara but she’s MIA)
Who do we talk to about giving my baby a better support team and friends!? Jackson would never.
LUCY RISKED HER FUCKING LIFE TONIGHT TO STOP THAT GUNMAN AND A SINGLE ONE OF THEM SEEMED TO CARE! (Again excluding our husband Tim Bradford)
See, I don't know if it's because I saw that hospital scene first - I forgot about the time change so that's the only scene I caught live - but I didn't think they were treating Lucy that badly (or maybe I expected worse). She was the suspect of a shooting, she had to be isolated. That's standard procedure. We saw some of it in 1.08 when Nolan shot someone, killing him in the process. Talia had to secure the scene while he was waiting in the hallway alone. Same when Grey showed up. It's in Lucy's best interest that they follow the procedure to the letter so she can be cleared.
But that doesn't mean people weren't there to support her. Nolan and Aaron showed up for her. They were just waiting outside. Grey was asking how she was doing. The reason why Tim was able to go directly to her is because he wasn't involved in the orginal case or the pending IA investigation. And as soon as they got an update, Grey and Wesley immediately went to her to ease her mind. Now, Wesley's reaction seemed a bit harsh, but in my opinion, he was just trying to warn her of what could possibly happen in the worst case scenario so she could prepare herself. He didn't insist on doing the interview while it was still fresh or anything. Maybe he could have been more empathetic instead of matter-of-fact, but Grey and Tim's reactions balanced him. Especially Tim! I love that final scene of the two of them so much.
I'm going to circle back on the Angela and Nyla thing in another post (I have a couple of asks on that topic as well). But I will say that between the Pentagram killer + the shooting, I'm sure they were both very busy. And again, they couldn't be seen talking to Lucy either. But the look of horror and terror on their faces when Lucy fell down in that alley was rather telling.
Now, there is a part that pissed me off as much as you and that's Nolan getting on TV after messing up… The double treatment is so jarring. I miss the days where making a mistake had some consequences for everyone. The man is like Teflon, nothing sticks anymore.
Anyway, back to Lucy…. I don't think she's as alone as she thinks. She feels isolated, that's clear. I'm going to write about this later once I gather my thoughts a bit more but there was a small moment that I think illustrate this difference of perspective : at the hospital, when she was alone in that room, she saw Grey and Wesley look at her before turning away. We, as the viewer, know that Grey was asking how she was holding up. But I can see how, for her, it would look entirely different. She's in a bad place mentally and it's all piling up. And like you said, it's going to get worse before it gets better, with Tim going MIA. That said, this last scene at the hospital makes me believe that he will have a good reason for not telling Lucy. Most likely because it concerns a classified matter or something like that. I just can't picture the man who was rushing through the hospital to get to her, will suddenly disappear on her when she needs him the most. There has to be more to that story. But yes, moments like these really remind me how much I miss Jackson 😭 You can truly feel his absence. Lucy needs friends.
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nkogneatho Β· 2 months
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"πˆπ“'𝐒 π‘π€πˆππˆππ† πŒπˆπ‹πŠ"
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π‰π‰πŠ π‹π€π‚π“π€π“πˆπŽπ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
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β€”cw: lactation kink, mentions of pregnancy, dirty, nasty, depraved stuff, vaginal sex, period oral mention, monsterfucking in kuna's (sukuna's is way too dirty), dry humping, drinking breast milk obv, not proofread (this is too long and i have an event tomorrow)
β€”a/n: i have officially lost it. is it obvious i have lost it? idk if this is the best or the worst thing you will ever read but this is very depraved and nasty. like...aaaaaaaaaahh okay i am normal. i put my big titties non existent breast milk into this so please read it all and i hope you enjoy.
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π†πŽπ‰πŽ π’π€π“πŽπ‘π”
β€” satoru is the man who is always up for something new. especially, if it involves pleasing you because he's a good husband and that's good what husbands do. he knows how to pull out the naughty parts out of you, but he had to work his way up.
"I am just saying. It helps. Believe me," your husband was arguing with you.
"Cut it out, Toru. I am not letting you suck my boobs."
"But why?"
"Because it's gross and weird." The moment those words left your mouth, he audibly gasped.
"Did you just call our baby's food gross?" You rolled your eyes. He's always like this. It's not like you weren't curious of his reaction when he does taste you, you were just scared that he'd be disgusted. Plus the post pregnancy hormones are worst as they make you emotional over the silliest things.
"Please, baby? Just this one time. I'll be a good boy I promise." You hate when he addresses himself as if he's an angel. He is a mischievous devil inside. But rather than having him pester you for the rest of the night and ruin your hard earned sleep (since your baby's cries always wakes you up) You thought maybe let him and just get it over with...
"mmph ffhuck." His moans vibrated through your skin, "mhmm god ywo twaste shwo good." The moment he said that, all the insecurity left your body, and heat forming between your legs.
"Nghβ€”toru..." you felt so embarrassedβ€”so dirty when his eyes locked with you. Your lashes fluttered and you looked away but you swore you could feel him smiling on your nipples. Your husband really digs out the emotions you never thought existed within you.
He was pressing them together, playing like he had just found a new toy. You had never seen so much amusement in those blue eyes as much as of now. Bright pink tongue lolling out to taste the squirting liquid when he squeezed both your breasts together.
"Feels good, right baby? ah!" *slurp* He wiped the dripping milk at the end of his lips with his tongue, and you couldn't process. You felt so wet. And he knew you very well. After all, you've been together for so many years.
"Lay down baby. I'll fuck you while I drink you." You never thought you'd ever hear that sentence but there it was.
π…π”π’π‡πˆπ†π”π‘πŽ π“πŽπ‰πˆ
β€” toji has always been an experienced man. he has definitely tried a lot of things. but there's always areas to expand knowledge and new things to learn. he wouldn't do anything that makes you uncomfortable but he knew the person he was marrying wasn't ordinary. you, deep down, were just very dirty like him.
You had your legs stretched on the sofa, upper body resting on your husband's lap. Since you guys had a baby, it was very rare for you rest. Being a parent is the best thing in the world but it also feels worse than a 9to5 sometimes. Today was a good day though. Your boy was sleeping soundly and you had some quality time to spend with each other. Well, it's hard to go on a date at this time, but you both were just happy to be in each other's presence.
Toji was mindlessly flipping through some channels after he got bored halfway through that one movie he was watching. His emerald eyes fell on your ipad screen where you were scrolling through what seemed like a baby product websites.
"I thought we had bought everything for little gumi." You looked up at him then back to the screen.
"Oh this isn't for gumi bear. This is for me. These are called breast shells."
"What? Show me." He took the ipad from you and carefully observed the product you were supposedly buying. "So what is this a fashion accessory for mommies now?"
"Hehehe," you giggled. "No, baby. My breast oversupplies sometimes and it ruins my dress. They prevent that." You watched him as he sat there in silence, poking his tongue inside his mouth. Within two seconds, he flipped you on the sofa, and gently climbed on you.
"Why are you buying that shitty thing when I am right here?"
"Toji, what do yβ€”OH MY GOD!" he pulled out both your breast pretty quickly, all thanks to your maternity clothes. He knew you won't stop him. He knew you would get wet when he'd do that. And he was right on the money. He started sucking so hard, you felt...foreign. He had sucked them a hundred times before but watching him flick your nipples with his tongue and the milk trailing down, fusing with the tastebuds until it goes transparent and his adam's apple bobs when he gulps it. fuck.
Toji's obvious boner grinds against your heat as he suckled on those pretty tits. The wet patch on your panties were now staining his grey bottoms too.
"Overflowing down there too, mama? Hmph," he chuckled. You were to focused on the feeling of his lips on your nipples that you forgot to see his right hand moving down to cup your heat.
"Nghβ€”twoji," you mewled.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." Thick fingers circled your wet clit, "Ya don't need those shells or whateva when i am right here." He is a great husband. He even saved you so much money that you were gonna spend on those silicones.
π†π„π“πŽ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
β€”suguru worships you. it isn't obvious but you can feel his devotion towards you. the way his droopy eyes lights up when they fall on you, or his ears turn red when you kiss him. he loves how you take him in, struggling a little at first because he is girthy and a bit long, but when he bottoms out, you finally exhale and relax your walls around him. holy shit. he loves it. but this time, something different struck his curiosity.
"fuck. you sure we can do this baby?" He asked.
"'s okay, sugu. doc said we had to wait like six weeks and it's been three months." You were so busy in your post pregnancy life that you barely got time for just each other. You hadn't even kissed properly in months. "plus," you reached for his cock, "i need you." Those last words came off as a whine. You needed him and who is he to deny you off your pleasure.
You were on top of him as you positioned his boner to your entrance. He watched as your cunt swallowed him. This time, not struggling as much. Thanks to dilation.
"anh! suguuu~ mhmm missed your cock." You moaned so beautifully, he found himself falling in love over and over again. Yet, something was different. Normally, his eyes would focus down on how you well you take him as you ride it, but today he had found something rather more interesting. Your big tits bumped against his face and he couldn't take his eyes of those nipples. Those glistening nipples. He could see droplets of milk settling and honestly, they looked so fucking tempting. He let his intrusive thoughts win as you felt a warm sensation on your boobs.
"haaaβ€”fuck. sugu, mhmmβ€”no, it's gross" He didn't reply. He didn't need to. Pretending he didn't hear that was just right. Why would you even think anything about you is gross. He would kiss the soil you walked on.
"so fucking sweet. my sweet girl." *sucksucksuck* "these are f'me too, right? these were made f'me. hmm...sweet *suck* fucking *suck* girl.
congratulations. you just unlocked his new kink.
ππ€ππ€πŒπˆ πŠπ„ππ“πŽ
β€”nanami is a gentke lover. we all know that. he is only mean in bed if you ask him too. that alone needs a lot of convincing because he is scared of hurting you. he is not too kinky but you can't say he's completely vanilla. he enjoys wrapping a tie around wrist as be eats you out. he also found himself getting hard when you called him "daddy." So yeah, he is a little kinky. But not in a million years Nanami Kento would've thought he would get hard watching you wipe the excess milk off your breasts.
"So i just put her down to sleep," you walked out of the baby room, with your left tit out, wiping it with a napkin. "What do you want for lunchβ€”Kento?" He immediately broke the staring contest he was having with your boobs and looked at you.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Is everything alright? Is there something on my breasts?"
"Yesβ€”I mean no. of course not." It was rare to hear panic in his voice which only made you mroe curious. You walked closer to him, hsi breath heavier than usual.
"What's wrong, Ken? Talk to me." shit shit shit. you were too close. he could feel your wet boobs rubbing against his cyan blue shirt. If you got any closer, you would loathe him for having a boner for such thing. He was ashamed of himself.
"Why are you looking away, baby? Do you not like me anymore?" Fuck. You're so stupid. Not like you? That man is in love with you so much. He cannot contain himself. You tried to get closer but he tripped on the foot of the couch and felk on it upright, and you on top of him.
oh.
OH.
You could feel it between your legs. You didn't even kiss him and it's not like you were seducing him earlier so you connected the dots pretty quickly on why he was hard.
"hmm hmm" you giggled. "is this what makes you hard you, ken? my lactating tits?"
"don't say it out loud, please." it was so fun seeing him all flustered. you adjusted yourself on top him as you thought of something very dirty.
"wanna taste? i know you're curious." he hesitated a bit, but a man like him can only go so high with his walls before he breaks them and let's his wife take control.
He started off with a few licks, testing his feet into the water. It was sweet with a hint of tanginess. The moment he felt it squirting a lot when he sucked, he fell in love. He acted like a kid who had just discovered magic. You chuckled between your heavy moans as you witnessed him trying to fit in your tits in his mouth as much as he can. You start grinding on him and it only makes him more desperate. He taps your thighs, a cue to pull your dress up and throw it in the floor. You watch as he hungrily latches his lips on your nipples quickly again. Your dress was not even off your arms yet. Nanami had discovered his obsession when he watched you squeeze you tits to squirt your milk on him.
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β€”sukuna didn't even think it was possible for him to have a child as him being a curse and you being a human but here you were. he was in love with you. maybe his expression for love was different than others, but you felt it. be wasn't an embodiment of rage, but rather an overflowing confidence in his skills. That's where the cockiness came from. Existing for over a 1000 years, he thought he had experienced everything. Well...he was wrong.
"So...you just out this device on your chest and it gathers your milk?"
"Yes. It's called a "breast pump" and not a device," his vocabulary according to the new era was still weak but he was working on it.
When you detached the the vaccum of the breast pump from your boobs, Sukuna's eyes were fixated on them. He loved your tits. He had his fair share of biting and sucking on them till they were sore, but today they looked so plumped and so...succulent??
"What are you staring at? You want to drink it too or what?" You joked as you closed the lid of the bottle.
"Yes." You stared at him. Two minutes of complete shock snd silence.
"What?"
"What? You said if I want to drink it, and I answered."
"Yeah butβ€”"
"Be a good wife, my little human. Good wives obey their husband's wishes." (Please let the feminist in you shut up for a sec and enjoy cuz i know he'd say smtg like this)
"Kuna...I don't know. It's nasty, y'know?"
"I think you're forgetting that I am a monster, baby. I ate you out during your those days of the month. This is less dirty." He yaps a lot someone shit him up before I die from embarrassment.
Sukuna laid you on the bed gently after getting you undressed. For the first time in so.many years, you were feeling shy again in front of him. It was quite an amusing sight to enjoy for him. He summoned a mouth on both his palm and licked your nipples. He wasn't sucking yet, but the hint of sweetness still laced his tastebuds.
"I am going to squeeze your breasts in my mouth now, okay?" Why did he feel the need to announce it? Weren't you already so flustered?
The tongues on his palm licked the skin of your tits before squeezing it when his mouth crashed against your nipples, spraying the milk. Sukuna sometimes forget you're a human. You're delicate unlike. The strong force of the suction made you whine and moan so loudly, it vibrated through the walls of the bedroom.
"mhmm I did not know my beloved wife enjoyed such depraved acts," he smirked when his thighs brushed against your bare pussy. you were dripping wet.
"Don't worry, little one. Let me please you. Hope you have pumped out enough in that bottle of yours. Because, I am going to milk you dry today."
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Pop culture reduces It's a Wonderful Life to that last half hour, and thinks the whole thing is about this guy traveling to an alternate universe where he doesn't exist and a little girl saying, "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings." A hokey, sugary fantasy. A light and fluffy story fit for Hallmark movies.
But this reading completely glosses over the fact that George Bailey is actively suicidal. He's not just standing there moping about, "My friends don't like me," like some characters do in shows that try to adapt this conceit to other settings. George's life has been destroyed. He's bankrupt and facing prison. The lifetime of struggle we've been watching for the last two hours has accomplished nothing but this crushing defeat, and he honestly believes that the best thing he can do is kill himself because he's worth more dead than alive. He would have thrown himself from a bridge had an actual angel from heaven not intervened at the last possible moment.
That's dark. The banker villain that pop culture reduces to a cartoon purposely drove a man to the brink of suicide, which only a miracle pulled him back from. And then George Bailey goes even deeper into despair. He not only believes that his future's not worth living, but that his past wasn't worth living. He thinks that every suffering he endured, every piece of good that he tried to do was not only pointless, but actively harmful, and he and the world would be better off if he had never existed at all.
This is the context that leads to the famed alternate universe of a million pastiches, and it's absolutely vital to understanding the world that George finds. It's there to specifically show him that his despondent views about his effect on the universe are wrong. His bum ear kept him from serving his country in the war--but the act that gave him that injury was what allowed his brother to grow up to become a war hero. His fight against Potter's domination of the town felt like useless tiny battles in a war that could never be won--but it turns out that even the act of fighting was enough to save the town from falling into hopeless slavery. He thought that if it weren't for him, his wife would have married Sam Wainwright and had a life of ease and luxury as a millionaire's wife, instead of suffering a painful life of penny-pinching with him. Finding out that she'd have been a spinster isn't, "Ha ha, she'd have been pathetic without you." It's showing him that she never loved Wainwright enough to marry him, and that George's existence didn't stop her from having a happier life, but saved her from having a sadder one. Everywhere he turns, he finds out that his existence wasn't a mistake, that his struggles and sufferings did accomplish something, that his painful existence wasn't a tragedy but a gift to the people around him.
Only when he realizes this does he get to come back home in wild joy over the gift of his existence. The scenes of hope and joy and love only exist because of the two hours of struggle and despair that came before. Even Zuzu's saccharine line about bells and angel wings exists, not as a sugary proverb, but as a climax to Clarence's story--showing that even George's despair had good effect, and that his newfound thankfulness for life causes not only earthly, but heavenly joy.
If this movie has light and hope, it's not because it exists in some fantasy world where everything is sunshine and rainbows, but because it fights tooth and nail to scrape every bit of hope it can from our all too dark and painful world. The light here exists, not because it ignores the dark, but because the dark makes light more precious and meaningful. The light exists in defiance of the dark, the hope in defiance of despair, and there is nothing saccharine about that. It's just about as realistic as it gets.
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Hello! I really loved the Adam x Reader Wife interaction hehehe reminds me too much of the dialogue: -You're an Idiot. -Yes... But I'm YOUR idiot... And forever 😌 Can we see a little more of this relationship?
You ABSOLUTELY can because it's the only thing on my mind since writing it. This will mostly be snippets of fluff between Adam and a female reader from my last one-shot. This is much shorter, but I wanted to give more of this dynamic before I work on a bit of a longer request someone sent in for them during the finale.
TLDR: Welcome to the Adamverse
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"So this absolute cunt really thought it'd be okay to take one look at me and suggest that those Losers in hell can really make it into heaven and be redeemed!" You hummed as Adam sat with his head in your lap, complaining about his musical meeting with Charolette Morningstar. He looked up at you through his black lashes with a pout on his lips; you very clearly weren't paying attention. You had a book in your hands, which was taking more of your attention than Adam was taking up.
Now, that was something he couldn't let happen.
Your book was thrown halfway across the room in one swift movement, "Adam." You huffed, looking down at his innocent face, twirling his brown hair around his finger.
"Reading will rot your brain." He brought a clawed hand to his head and made a crazy motion against his temple.
"Pretty sure you've got that backward, darling." You felt his wings shiver under your touch as you stroked them tenderly, finally giving him your undivided attention. He stretched out in your lap like an oversized cat; Adam hummed pleasantly,
"Readings for losers, and my wife is not a loser." He shot back, yelping as you tugged on one of his feathers. "You bitch, the fuck was that for!"
"You seem to forget how much your bitch wife loves to read fuckhead." You shot back with a dirty look,
"Jesus, what's got your panties in a twist! I'm the one who had a rough day. First, I got blue balled and couldn't get to finish inside your sweet pus, and then I had to go to the most painful meeting of my life with the biggest doe-eyed fool I've met since her father. Now my wife is ignoring me when I'm clearly in distress." He watched in amusement as you tossed your head back with a sigh; you...his favorite winner. You caught the softer look in his eyes as you glanced down at him,
"Adam, you know I love you more than anything."
"I'm aware of how great I am, yes- if you keep giving me those bedroom eyes, I'm not going to be able to hold back."
"Glaring Adam. I'm glaring at you. I in no way want to fuck you right now."
"Impossible. No one ever glares at me AND no one ever doesn't want to fuck the fuck master; I'm a goddam delight, sugar."
He watched you take a deep breath of air in, "You did not just call yourself the 'fuck master.'"
"Ugh, duh, of course, I did. I am the fuck master. I've never heard you complain about this dick babe."
"You're an idiot."
"Ugh, duh. But I'm your idiot, forever." He mused, wiggling his fingers with his wedding ring on it. "Because you're gross, and you love me,"
"Unfortunately."
"HEY!" He sat up, brows furrowing in frustration. His jaw was set in a way you only recognize as a moment of slight panic and stress. "The fucks that supposed to mean?" You sucked in a small intake of breath, cupping his cheeks between your palms. He glared at you but still nuzzled against the soft palms of your hands.
"Darling." You spoke softly, moving to rest your forehead against Adam's, "I love you. I wouldn't want to be with any other person in heaven, hell, or on earth." His eyes softened, and you could see his face drop, "You're annoying as hell. But so am I; that's like our thing." You gave a crooked grin, nuzzling your nose against his, only to nuzzle his nose right back against yours. "I love you and that you're trying to keep everyone here safe and protected."
"I am; I want to keep you safe. You don't belong down there with them, and they don't belong here with us." He nodded rapidly, "You're so...good."
"You're giving me far too much credit, I didn't do drugs, and I didn't kill anybody when I was alive. I wasn't like a saint."
"You're a saint to me." You felt your cheeks burn, and you hit Adam gently with your wings; you saw his face light up and snicker. "What? You are. My saintly wife," You let out a strangled sound of embarrassment as he began to pepper kisses against your face. "Who's so good at praying on her knees-"
"And you ruined it." Adam tossed his head back in a laugh, pulling you close to his chest. You hummed as he nuzzled his face into your breasts, β€œAdam?”
β€œHm?”
β€œI love you.”
β€œLove you too.”
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Perfect Gift | Alastor x Fem Reader
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summary: you receive a gift from alastor after residing in the hotel for a month word count: 3.7k tags: smut, cream pie, voice kink, love bites
Recently, you have been noticing just how enchanting Pentagram City is, with the way it seemed to pull you forward. Residing in the Pride Ring as a sinner, you never got to see past that ring.Β 
Nothing was truly new, except for what was occurring around the Morningstar District, as some sinners pegged it. You usually reside in the inner city, near the Heaven Ambasade.Β 
Towards the border of the Morningstar District, on an elevated ground was what seemed to be a hotel, and you could just barely make out the words.Β Hazbin HotelΒ .
It seemed interesting, it intrigued you. And the best part, it was somethingΒ new.
Now, if you were one for TV, you’d probably have heard about the Hotel way sooner from a news reporter Katie Killjoy, but you find it much more fascinating to listen to the radio, old fashion, but it’s something you enjoyed.
You guess that if it wasn’t for your constant urge to try new things, you likely wouldn’t have ended up in this mess. Yet, you can’t find it in yourself to hate where you turned up.Β 
β€œWelcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” A feminine voice said, and you thought you could vaguely hear just how bright it was. You watched as Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell, next to the throne, jumped in your space, her eyes shining. β€œAre you a wayward sinner in hopes of being redeemed!? Are you here for a chance to make it to Heaven, to have your soul be cleansed of your sins?”
Redemption? You weren't too sure it was possible, but if Charlie, the daughter of Lucifer, believed it so wholeheartedly... Perhaps there was a chance.
β€œI never really thought about being redeemed,” You admit quietly, looking up at the tall hellborn. Why was she so tall? Was her father even taller then? Your internal dialogue was cut short when she gasped.
β€œNo? Never?” She inquired, bending her knees slightly, her eyes crinkling a bit knowingly at your height difference predicament.Β 
Truly is the daughter of the DevilΒ , you thought with a frown. β€œNo, not really. I came here because I was interested, if I’m being honest.” You felt embarrassed, you didn’t want to turn away after how excited Charlie seemed. β€œBut... now that you mention it, I wouldn’t mind being redeemed.”
Charlie’s smile grew wider, and with a tug, you found yourself in the hotel, feeling a bit dizzy, albeit excited at what you were getting into.Β 
You saw her take a deep breath, and gather the other members around. β€œThis is Vaggie-” A young woman comes into view, and you furrow your brows, wondering why she looks different from the others you see in Hell. Almost like an-
β€œAngel Dust is the name! Nice to meet ya, toots,” A spider looking demon grins at you, and you felt your face flush, knowing exactly where you heard the name, and saw him from. You never watched his porn movies voluntarily, but you have heard about him countless times from your coworkers.
Charlie smiles, and points towards a bar. β€œThere’s Husk, and we have our maid, Nifty!” 
β€œForgetting someone?” Vaggie mentioned, rolling her eye.
The woman furrowed her brows, wondering just who she was missing. β€œOh! You’re right! I don’t know where he is right now, but there’s also Alastor, our facility manager!”
At that moment, you felt a presence behind you, yelping as you fell. From the ground, an inky darkness rose into the form of a tall demon, a large grin present on his face. β€œYou called?” He spoke, and you felt a sharp tingle go through your body at the sound of his voice, staticky but also pleasant.
Charlie smiled. β€œYup, that’s Alastor!” She spoke, helping you up.Β 
β€œAh- Nice to meet you all. I’m (Name).” You spoke, feeling shaken up still.Β 
β€œ(Name)?” Alastor spoke, his grin widening as he walked over to you. β€œWell it is just aΒ pleasureΒ to be meeting you. You’re here to be redeemed, dear?” He questioned, and you can only mumble a yes, cheeks flushing.
Charlie was about to speak again, before her phone rang loudly, and she let out a quiet groan. β€œWho is... Dad? Ugh, alright! Vaggie, Alastor, can you please show (Name) around? And (Name), sorry for not being the one to give you a tour! I have to take this call.” She gave you an apologetic smile, before walking off, answering the phone.
You notice Vaggie had an annoyed expression, but it was quickly wiped off as she turned to you. β€œWell let’s get this tour going. At the end we’ll show you your quarters, (Name).” 
β€œAlright,” Smiling, you follow Vaggie, keenly aware of Alastor trailing behind you two.Β 
β€œ...And this is the kitchen, Nifty usually cooks, but as long as you aren’t absolutely horrible at it, we don’t mind if you use it. Here’s-” Vaggie pauses, taking out her phone, squinting her eye at it. β€œSorry,” She apologized, as she backed up. β€œCharlie needs me right now. Alastor? Finish the tour for (Name), please.” 
With that she left, leaving just you and Alastor, whose grin sharpened. β€œWell, it’s just you and me now!” He laughed, beginning to walk forward as you trailed behind.Β 
You stayed silent, before your curiosity fully peaked, leaving you unable to keep your mouth shut. β€œYour cane,” You started, feeling Alastor’s gaze on you even though you were looking down. β€œWhat’s it for?” 
β€œWhat do you think it is for?” He questioned back, watching as you fumbled your words.
β€œWell- I just thought it was for aesthetics-”
Alastor let out a laugh. β€œOnly for appearances? Well darling, it allows me to broadcast my voice.”
Your brows furrow, confused. β€œIs that all it does?” You inquire, wondering if you’ll get more information. β€œWait- broadcast...?”
His smile broadens as he watches you expressively piece it together. β€œI heard your broadcasts before!” You sputtered, and then you froze. β€œOh my gosh. You’re theΒ Radio DemonΒ , aren’t you...”
β€œCorrect! I am.” He said with glee, as he opened a door, pointing inside with his cane. β€œA gentleman will never enter a woman’s quarters without permission,” Alastor spoke, looking at you.
β€œThis is my room...? Already?” You murmured, as you walked in, noting how it was already furnished.
Alastor let out a huff of laughter, the radio effect increasing slightly. β€œDarling, you didn’t seriously expect many sinners to be rushing to reside here, now do you?” 
You frown, crossing your arms. β€œCharlie believes in this idea. Who's to say it’s not a possibility? Being redeemed seems far-fetched, yes, but I’ll gladly try and be cleansed of my sins then spit in her idea.”
β€œWould you still think that way?~” He sing-songed, grinning. β€œCharlie’s way is less than conventional, you’ll see. But if you truly wish to reside here in the path of redemption... Well, who am I to stop you?” Alastor leaned in, patting your head. Then he seemingly melted into that inky darkness you saw, watching as it went down the hall.
β€œWeird.” You huffed, rubbing your eyes. You were exhausted, mentally and physically, and the fluffy bed seemed to be calling your name.
β€œ(Name)!” Charlie yelled, watching as you yelped, falling from your bed. β€œGreat, you’re awake.”
You grumbled softly. β€œOnly because you yelled. I was sleeping, peacefully.”
She grinned. β€œNot anymore. Besides, it’s good to be an early riser!” 
The princess helped you up, and began going through your closet. β€œI think you’re due for a trip outside the hotel. You have clothes, but...” Charlie frowned, wrinkling her nose as she took out an article of clothing that was at least a few hundred years old. β€œThey’re old.”
β€œYeah,” You yawned. β€œIt’s β€˜cause I never made enough truly besides the necessities. I couldn’t really splurge.”
Charlie gasped, turning to you. β€œYou couldn’t? Well- we need you to! This is actually sad.” She began to think, before snapping her fingers. β€œDon’t worry, I know who you can borrow some clothes from!”
β€œWho?” You questioned, watching as Charlie tapped rapidly at her phone, then pocketing it.Β 
Your door opened, and you watched as Vaggie walked in, holding a few pieces of clothing. β€œ(Name), you need some new clothes.” She said, glancing at the battered clothes. β€œJeez. Your clothes are actually ugly.”
β€œVaggie!” Charlie huffed, and her girlfriend smiled a little, pecking her cheek. β€œA kiss isn’t going to change the fact you said something so mean!” She squawked.
You groaned. β€œLet’s just move on from my wardrobe, alright?” 
Vaggie shrugged, putting down the clothes on your bed. β€œHere. You’re lucky we’re roughly the same height and size.”
Grasping the soft clothes, you note how they were very feminine. β€œYou have pretty taste.” You remarked quietly, as you pulled at the dressing screen.Β 
She let out a laugh. β€œThanks, (Name). I’d say the same but-” β€œVaggie-!”
β€œ-I would need to see more of your clothes.” Vaggie finished wryly, smirking.
You huffed, even though truly, you were amused. Opening your mouth to speak again, you fell silent when a knock was heard on the door.Β 
You heard Charlie get up, opening the door slightly. β€œYes?”
β€œIs (Name) there?” You heard Angel ask, and you felt relieved.
β€œUhm..” Charlie bit her lip, unsure if you wanted him to come in.Β 
You pulled the clothing screen back, revealing the flowy skirt paired with a tight blouse. β€œCharlie, it’s okay! Angel can come in. I’m finished changing anyways.”
Angel sauntered in, stretching. β€œLook at you, toots. You look awfully dolled up for how you usually dress.”
Vaggie snorted, as she got up, walking towards the door. β€œCharlie made her change. She had to borrow my clothes.” She said, grinning. β€œAnyways, Charlie and I will be downstairs if you need us, (Name).”
You watched the couple wave, shutting your bedroom door closed afterwards.Β 
β€œSo,” Angel started, smirking.Β 
You quirked a brow, sitting down on your bed. β€œSo,” You repeated back, folding your arms.”
He grinned. β€œIt’s been a few weeks, how are you feelin’ staying in this hotel?”
That was something you were thinking about. It was amazing to be able to live here without needing to pay money. It also helped how nice Charlie and Vaggie were to you.Β 
What also was good was just how pleasant it was to listen to Alastor speak. You hid your radio in your drawer almost always, but when you heard the little crackle that was the tell-tale sign he was live, you always tuned in.Β 
β€œGood.” You said simply, smiling. β€œI like it here enough. It’s nice to be around welcoming people too.”
Angel laughed, moving to sit next to you, laying his head on your lap. β€œDoes getting horny at Alastor’s voice also help?” He asked casually, laughing louder as you squeaked and pushed him off.
β€œI doΒ notΒ get horny at his voice!”
β€œNo?” Angel probed, watching as you got even more flustered.
β€œLet’s just go.” You muttered, embarrassed and flushed from just the thought. Angel only smirked, walking with you down the stairs.Β 
It’s something that became a bit of a routine, Angel joking with you about you being attracted to Alastor’s voice, and you fervently denying it, despite it being the truth.
And then one day, while you were out with Charlie to run errands, Angel slipped up.
Alastor was already quite interested in the fact you hung out with him so frequently, especially since he only made idle chat with you, and on rare occasions sought out to make a deal for your soul.
You always declined, knowing that making a deal with Alastor would be a terrible choice, as Husk told you.
So when Angel began to talk about you to Husk in a drunken haze, he found it to be a perfect opportunity to learn more about you.
β€œSo,” Angel spoke, slurring his words only lightly. β€œ(Name) fell into a puddle of someone’s vomit! She told me howΒ embarrassedΒ she was! I told her she wasn’t alone, and how I slipped on some dude’s jizz once, but she just argued how it wasn’t the same.”
Husk snorted. β€œIt really isn’t. One is gross, and the other is because you’re a pornstar who actually deals with bodily fluids like jizz.”
Angel rolled his eyes, drinking some more alcohol. β€œIt’s the same sentiment though! That shit hurts. Plus, it was sticky, which is gross.”
Alastor felt his eyes twitch, ready to slink away to do something more productive, before he heard Angel speak up again.
β€œHey Whiskers, did I tell you about something (Name) doesn’t tellΒ anyoneΒ ? I only figured it out by observing!”
It was obvious Husk wanted to stop Angel from spilling your secrets, but he was also curious. β€œNo, what happened?”
Leaning in, Angel spoke in a voice that meant to be hushed, but was regular in volume. β€œShe finds Alastor’s voice attractive! Like, she gets absolutely flustered when listening to his broadcast- she hides a radio she owns in her drawer. She uses it only to listen to him. Isn’t that crazy?”
Alastor let out a quiet hum, static filling in the air as he slipped into the darkness, ready to use this new information.
You were exhausted from the outing with Charlie, but she insisted, stating how β€œa new resident’s idea on things will benefit the hotel in the future!” 
You wish you told her you didn’t want to, but it was Charlie, and she would have just sang to you in order to convince you. And needless to say, you didn’t want her singing. Slumping in your bed, you cuddled against the comforters, fully about to drift off to sleep, before you heard a light noise. Groaning, you turned over, refusing to get up, until you felt a presence. Jolting up, you saw Alastor, who was grinning widely at you.Β 
β€œAnd I thought the new resident was sleeping peacefully!” He laughed, twirling his cane. β€œLooks like she’s fully awake instead.”
You huffed. β€œWhat do you need, Alastor? I’m tired, Charlie dragged me all around Pentagram City.”
He smirked, sitting on the bed. β€œWell, I thought that you needed a gift.”
β€œGift?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. β€œWhy do I need a gift?”
β€œYou don’t even know?” Alastor’s voice was self-satisfied as he pulled out a calendar from nowhere, tapping on it. β€œIt’s your full month being here! That calls for a gift, don’t you think?”
You narrowed your eyes. β€œNo.” You said flatly.
β€œSo hostile!” He laughed, grinning even wider. β€œWell dear, I think you deserve one. Especially with how sweet you are to others. Almost rivaling Ms. Morningstar!” 
β€œI don’t believe so,” You sighed. β€œCharlie is insanely nice. I think I’m only a fraction of how nice she is. And I think I’m just okay to be around, everyone else is too abrasive.”
Alastor leaned closer, his smile toothy. β€œAbrasive? Such a big word! Only fitting for a knowledgeable lady like yourself, hmm? Although, I think you’re only so informed and enlightened by a certain radio broadcast, don’t you think so?”
You felt your blood run cold, as you slowly turned to Alastor, who’s smile widened even more at your fearful expression. β€œWhat are you talking about?” You whispered.
β€œWhat do you mean dear?” He asked, the static increasing in his voice again. β€œThe fact that you have a radio hidden in your drawer, that you use to listen to me whenever I begin to broadcast,” He said, leaning over you as your breath began to pick up. β€œOr the fact you get aroused at hearing me speak? Is that why you come to me so much? To listen to me speak?”
Your breath hitched, and Alastor laughed. β€œOh, it is! Aren’t you the naughty doe? Getting riled up over the sound of my voice...” He hummed, and you felt him begin to unbutton your pajama top. β€œSay, do you touch yourself to my voice? When I start my radio show late at night, do you wake up just to listen in?”
β€œI-” You let out a small whimper, arousal pooling in your lower belly as he rubbed light circles on your hips. β€œSometimes-! Only some- only a little.” You spoke, fast and hushed as you gripped his arms. β€œAlastor-”
He smirked. β€œLet this be your gift, for being here for a month.” Alastor said shortly, pushing your top off. Your breath hitched, but you can’t find yourself to feel uncomfortable or angry, you wanted this so badly. To have a night with Alastor, to feel his touch in an intimate way.
β€œAlastor,” You spoke breathily, as he slipped his hand underneath your pajama shorts, rubbing at your wet slit.
You felt hot, your body responding to his touches extremely well, like it was made to be touched by him.Β 
Alastor bit at your collarbone, laving his tongue over the bite, growling lightly at the taste of blood. β€œLook at you. Look how your body responds to me.” His voice lost some of its static, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sound.
He laughed, and began to work a finger inside you, thrusting in and out, curling it against the spongy part deep within you.Β 
β€œWow, you really do like my voice. You have a voice kink, (Name)? Want me to groan in your ear?” He questioned, smirking as he bit lightly on your lobe.
You huffed, moaning as quietly as you could, rolling your hips into his hand. β€œDamn it, Alastor.” You choked, grasping at the sheets underneath you. β€œΒ FuckΒ - please, please just...”
He leaned closer, obviously waiting for you to say what you wanted. β€œJust...?”
β€œShit! Fuck me? Please?” You whimpered, an embarrassing high pitch whine emitting from you as he removed his finger.Β 
β€œFascinating, isn’t it? I didn’t even put two fingers in you! Look at just how much arousal is covering my finger.” Alastor licked his finger, laughing.Β 
You mewled pitifully, needing him badly. β€œFuck you,” You groaned, trying to get him to just fuck you.
Alastor let out a haughty cackle, unzipping his trousers as he pulled your hips against him. β€œAre you ready, darling? You wanted this so bad.”
Letting out another whine, you nod, watching as Alastor kissed and bit at your chest.
Then, in one swift motion you felt him enter you, filing you to the absolute brim. You moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist, eyes shutting close as you tried to steady your breathing.
β€œWhen IΒ fuckΒ you,” Alastor began, his voice sharp as his hand gripped you chin, forcing you to look at him. The pain was slight, but enough for you to let out a quiet whimper. β€œYou will look at me when I do so. You understand, (Name)?”
β€œYes,” You stutter out, your walls fluttering around his cock.
Alastor hummed, waiting as he watched you tremble and try to fuck yourself onto him, a smug grin present on his face. β€œMy poor doe,” He cooed, his voice crackling with static as he pinched your nipple. You yelped, and he laughed, kissing your neck, the very same spot he bit.Β 
β€œHungry for me to fuck you dumb, hm? You really are a whore for me.” He murmured, kissing your lips lightly before he gripped your thighs, pulling out almost completely.
β€œDon’t worry my doe, I’ll make sure you get what you want.” He breathed out, his voice slightly deeper as he slammed back in you, the headboard hitting the wall roughly as his fingers clawed into your hip.Β 
You cried out loudly, pussy dripping all over his pelvis as he repeated the motions, rough thrusts into your willing body. β€œAlastor, Christ!”
He let out a quiet growl, snapping his hips into your body at a faster pace.
β€œThe only name you shall evoke is mine. Understand?” He spoke harshly as the ever present grin became strained, the static in his voice and around him increasing as he grasped your face, staring into your eyes.
You moaned loudly, nodding pitifully, and he smirked. β€œGood girl.” 
Alastor began to maneuver you while thrusting slowly, your ankles pressing against his shoulders instead of his waist. He pressed a hand against your abdomen, moving at a bit faster pace, a groan escaping him. β€œYou’re being such aΒ good girl. ” Alastor groaned, right in your ear, and burst, whining loudly.
His own breath hitched, as he kept thrusting in your spasming heat, sucking a large bruise on your neck.
You felt your energy drain from you, overstimulated and sensitive after your orgasm, yet Alastor didn’t seem done with you yet. Groaning, you tried to pull away, legs shaking from the continued stimulation at your groin.
β€œYou aren’t truly that foolish, right (Name)?” Alastor laughed, swiping his fingers at his tongue, before rubbing tight circles onto your clit, watching as you jerked from his touch.
Almost as if you got electrocuted, you let out a wail, pushing with all your might to get some reprieve, but the pain felt almost too good. Alastor bit your lip lightly, snickering when you began to orgasm again, squirting all over his pelvis and the bed sheets.
You jolted, twitching lightly as Alastor buried himself deep, kissing you passionately as he came inside you. You couldn’t find any stamina to pull away and turn, fully relying on the radio demon to help you.
He let out a low cackle, pulling out and zipping his trousers up again. Despite the obvious spot at his crotch from your squirting, he decided he’ll resolve it later, tucking you into bed. β€œHope you enjoyed your gift, my little doe.” He murmured, fixing his hair.
β€œHey, (Name)! What’s all the noise?” Charlie came bounding into your room, freezing at the sight of Alastor.
Vaggie came behind Charlie, immediately falling into a fighting stance when she noticed Alastor as well.
β€œUh... Alastor,” Charlie started, trying to smile casually. β€œWhat are you doing in (Name)’s room...? And uhm, why does it smell like that?”
Alastor laughed, his expression smug. β€œI just gave (Name) a gift, that’s all! She’ll be fine, maybe a little sore.” He turned to you, his expression softening just a tiniest bit. β€œWell, ladies, I’m off to do a radio broadcast! I’ll see you two in the morning.”
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Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART β…  of β…‘
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A/N: I had this as a big idea that I had to get down before the basic headcanons and stuff, so here's my take on our Lisan al Gaib 😎 if you like this then hit me up for some relationship headcanons and the like, I'm up for it all. Enjoy reading or watching the movie if you haven't already - I'm going again lol, and screen X is the best way to experience it fr Also I feel like I should write a second part to this lmao, if you liked what you read?
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You weren't one for dreams of destiny.
The dreams you had seemed meaningless, confusing, nothing to do with what ifs and what could. Not like his.
But you always seemed to feel some kind of atmosphere, an aura you couldn't quite shake off, even when you woke up from the darkness. There was no face to go with the voice, the voice in the dark that called to you in whispers that you didn't understand. Beautiful words that weren't yours, but sounded so soft and gentle and powerful, as they reached out to you from distant lands.
You could never place them, pin them down and study them, understand them, until the day the Emperor was challenged by a ghost of a lost House, thought to be dead, left to be forgotten. You stand near the Emperor and his guards and men, the Great Houses looming and listening from higher above, as the Fremen fill up the space to watch the confrontation in spirited anticipation.
The life debt was paid. The late Emperor was overthrown. The ascendancy of Paul Atreides rose and took from the throne to claim it.
His attention flicks from his eyes boring coldly into the Emperor's, to meet yours, his voice smooth and set, full of conviction and force.
"Our destiny is together. I'll take her."
Your eyes widen slightly as his words sink in, blinking through the shock and incredulity that rushes through you and makes your heart race in apprehension and wonder. Though his voice twins with your wandering dreams, you don't know whether to feel fascination and longing, or fear and cautiousness at some greater force beyond your understanding, playing out before your very eyes.
"I..." your voice falters in uncertainty and disbelief, and you try again. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me well," Paul responds with an undying, stoic certainty that's almost unnerving. "As I know you."
His eyes study you, his Spice-stained blue eyes bleeding into yours, scanning every freckle on your face and curve of your outfit. Assessing you, knowing you, ridiculous throngs of power filling his aura and projecting onto you with his intense stare. You have to fight not to shiver under it, ultimately failing.
"What of me?" is the wisest reply you can think of before the silence stretches into dangerous uncertainty.
"Everything," Paul says evenly, but there's no mistaking the challenge and determination in his tone, almost daring you to reject him, to disagree, a built-up desire of dreamt promises resolving his stand. "I choose you, as my Empress. We will rule together, over the Empire."
Scepticism and bewilderment washes over you and makes your blood heat and stir, retreating into silence as he takes a step closer to you, gazing at you as if you're the most curious, exotic being he's ever seen.
Desire threatens to override Paul Atreides' reason, clinging onto the hope and chance of a narrow way through to light, a light that could only be sought out with you by his side. Without you, there was nothing in sight but pools of blood replacing luscious marine life and oceans running through Arrakis, disarray and disillusion at every turn and infecting every heart.
You were absolutely perfect.
And you were already his, long before this moment, before you and he were born into the world and named. There was no manipulation needed, because everything was laid out for him to take, welcoming him to rule and grow higher and higher. Fate had bonded you and strung you along to here and now, and as you blink up into his bright eyes that narrow slightly at you, frowning softly as if you hadn't understood his demand.
"Do you know what I am?"
You pause for a moment, speaking slowly and cautiously, as the crowd of Fremen and the wary, late Emperor watch on in tense wordlessness. "You are Leto Atreides' son. Former Duke of Caladan."
"What I am," Paul repeats evenly, "not who I am." He stares at you in silence for another beat, before speaking up again. "Do you know of the Bene Gesserit?"
You stop yourself from glancing in Lady Jessica's direction just in time; the runes patterning her skin, her once soft eyes now spiked with an unfamiliar darkness of ages past. Anyone could get trapped in her watchful glare, and her son's holds almost as much intensity.
"No," you decide on hesitantly.
"Kwisatz Hederach," he adds, taking another step forward until you can feel his breath tickling your cheeks, standing above you with unspoken grace and vigor. "I see the future. A part of me is the future."
His hand is suddenly squeezing yours warmly and tightly, making you flinch slightly and glance down at them before looking back up at him.
"In this future, I am with you."
All you can do is stare at him in awe and wariness, not knowing whether to let your curiosity guide you, or distance yourself as far as possible from the boy who reigns over the dunes.
"Why?" you whisper, the crowds seeming to fade around you as you focus on the boy in front of you, his fingers tangling with yours boldly.
"I've seen it," Paul insists, his tone a touch softer in thought and wistfulness. "All of it. When I am with you..." His grip tightens over yours, the fire in his eyes returning. "We're unstoppable."
"And..." your words dry before you can speak them, and you will yourself to go on, unable to break away from the deep blue hues of his gaze. "And without?"
His jaw visibly clenches at your question, and his hand drops yours, shaking his head only answer as he glances away in slight frustration.
"You don't have the leisure of choice. It's all been made for you, written in the sands and stars, and what you need to do is walk in its path. I will show you the way. You have no other. Do you understand?"
The firmness is strong in his words and glare, making you look away from him too, still in a slight stun over the rush of events. In less than a day, your freedom has been stripped to this young man's desires and destiny, entwined with yours. You, who barely knew him until now, only familiar with his voice, his words, that echoed and rang in your head like a lullaby.
But this feels so harsh and strict. The eyes of the former Emporer linger between the two of you, and Paul's army of Fremen stand behind him attentively, some gazing at you in admiration and hope, of their messiah's promised bride. And she is beautiful.
"That's unfair."
"The future is unfair," Paul says calmly, his collected, cool tone wavering for a moment. "But it will be so much worse without you by my side, and I will not accept that. Not for my people... not for myself."
You stare at him in fascination and caution, lost for words. His fingers rise to brush against the skin of your cheek, sending tingles in their wake and making you fight back the automatic reaction, your eyes following his surprisingly gentle touch. Two fingers trace down the shape of your cheek down to your chin, tilting your head slightly upwards. Just one step closer, and your lips would be touching too.
"Name anything," he murmurs to you, the Fremen straining to hear his voice as it reaches you effortlessly, his expression earnest and determined. "Anything. And it is yours. Only if you willingly wed me in turn. Not as a concubine, nor a mistress."
You blink, then blink again, taken aback as a million thoughts and suggestions race through your mind and make your head spin for a split second. You glance at the elder Emperor, who gazes back at you and the infamous Lisan al Gaib wearily, his eyes clouded with sombreness and light spite.
"I... I don't," you shake your head, overwhelmed by an impossible choice. "I don't know..."
Paul's expression softens into a smile you haven't seen before, one that makes your cheeks flush with colour as you watch him; a gentle, amused smile that's somehow familiar and unfamiliar all at once, one meant just for you, as he disregards his surroundings.
"You will know," he replies quietly, "and I will have you, and protect you, rule with you. Love you. As I am meant to."
Paul suddenly brings you closer, pulling you into a searing kiss without warning. The exotic, earthy taste of the Spice on his tongue floods your senses and sends shudders of ecstasy and heat coursing under your skin and hushing the myriad of thoughts buzzing in your mind in an instant.
When he pulls away, all too soon, you find yourself chasing his lips before you catch yourself, and Paul gives you another soft smile, his forehead resting against yours as your eyes lock.
"And as I long to," he finishes against your lips, his words grounded with a look of protectiveness and desire that makes you instinctively relax further in his hold.
⊹⊹⊹
From beyond you both, his mother smiles slightly at the scene, a hand hovering over her rounded stomach.
The first step has been made.
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β€œmatthew, it is with heavy heart i say goodbye. the times we had together are honestly among the favorite times of my life. it was an honor to share the stage with you and to call you my friend. i will always smile when i think of you and i’ll never forget you. never. spread your wings and fly brother, you’re finally free. much love. and i guess you’re keeping the 20 bucks you owe me.” - matt leblanc
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β€œi am so grateful for every moment i had with you matty and i miss you every day. when you work with someone as closely as i did with matthew, there are thousands of moments i wish i could share. for now here's one of my favorites. to give a little backstory, chandler and monica were supposed to have a one night fling in london. but because of the audience's reaction, it became the beginning of their love story. in this scene, before we started rolling, he whispered a funny line for me to say. he often did things like that. he was funny and he was kind. πŸ€πŸ•ŠοΈ" - courteney cox
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β€œoh boy this one has cut deep... having to say goodbye to our matty has been an insane wave of emotions that i've never experienced before. we all experience loss at some point in our lives. loss of life or loss of love. being able to really sit in this grief allows you to feel the moments of joy and gratitude for having loved someone that deep. and we loved him deeply. he was such a part of our dna. we were always the 6 of us. this was a chosen family that forever changed the course of who we were and what our path was going to be. for matty, he knew he loved to make people laugh. as he said himself, if he didn't hear the 'laugh' he thought he was going to die. his life literally depended on it. and boy did he succeed in doing just that. he made all of us laugh. and laugh hard. in the last couple weeks, i've been pouring over our texts to one another. laughing and crying then laughing again. i'll keep them forever and ever. i found one text that he sent me out of nowhere one day. it says it all. matty, i love you so much and i know you are now completely at peace and out of any pain. i talk to you every day... sometimes i can almost hear you saying "could you BE any crazier?" rest little brother. you always made my day... β€οΈπŸ•ŠοΈβ€ - jennifer aniston
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β€œmatty, thank you for ten incredible years of laughter and creativity. i will never forget your impeccable comic timing and delivery. you could take a straight line of dialogue and bend it to your will, resulting in something so entirely original and unexpectedly funny it still astonishes. and you had heart. which you were generous with, and shared with us, so we could create a family out of six strangers. this photo is from one of my favorite moments with you. now it makes me smile and grieve at the same time. i imagine you up there, somewhere, in the same white suit, hands in your pockets, looking aroundβ€” "Could there BE any more clouds?” β€œ - david schwimmer
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β€œshot the pilot, friends like us, got picked up then immediately, we were at the nbc upfronts. then... you suggested we play poker and made it so much fun while we initially bonded. thank you for that. thank you for making me laugh so hard at something you said, that my muscles ached, and tears poured down my face every day. thank you for your open heart in a six way relationship that required compromise. and a lot of "talking." thank you for showing up at work when you weren't well and then, being completely brilliant. thank you for the best 10 years a person gets to have. thank you for trusting me. thank you for all I learned about grace and love through knowing you. thank you for the time i got to have with you, matthew.” - lisa kudrow
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friends cast remembers matthew perry πŸ€πŸ•ŠοΈ
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carpecaelo Β· 9 months
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he what!? || miguel o'hara
After what he saw, Peter needed to get to the bottom of what happened between you and Miguel.
part i || part ii || part iii
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Peter did not know what to do, but he knew how he felt.
Awful, angry, and betrayed on your behalf.Β 
He didn't exactly know what was said between you two at that moment, but he knew your reaction was not for naught.
The way you lost the spring in your step and the twinkle in your eye said a lot too. It was like the gloom that was usually hung over Miguel had stretched out to you.
And he wasn't the only one to notice, everyone knew that something was off.
"What's up with them?" Miles whispered in the middle of a mission briefing.Β 
His gaze bounced between you in the far corner of the room with your arms crossed on your chest, and Miguel who's fangs bared more than usual as he spoke.
"I know right," Gwen agreed, following Miles's gaze.
"They've been like this for almost a week."
"Trouble in paradise perhaps?" Pavitr theorised having long stopped listening to the meeting to observe you and Miguel.
Hobie joined with a scoff.
"Whatever trouble it is I'm sure he started it," he put his hands on his hips and looked at Peter who stayed silent.Β 
He was currently holding Mayday, while he was practically burning holes into Miguel's figure.
Hobie raised a brow at this, placing a hand on the older man's shoulder.
"Do you know anything?" He asked, pulling Peter out of his trance."
"No," he shook his head, trying not to look at Miguel anymore, instead he set his eyes on you with a frown.
"I don't."
Hobie only hummed in response, clearly not buying it.
"Maybe you should go talk to them or something Peter," Miles suggested, eyes glazing over as he looked at you longer.Β 
You were listening to the meeting, but your head was hung low. Usually you'd be front and centre.
"Yeah," Gwen nodded.
"You guys are close, and I'm getting kinda worried."
"Yeah, same. Sam hissed at me today," Pavitr added with a shiver.
Now that was really off, Pavitr was Sam's favourite.
Peter's gaze bounced once more between you, and the man whose head he wanted to rip off.
"I'll try to," he finally agreed with a determined nod, and Mayday let out a string of babbles that almost sounded like a cheer.
"I just don't think it will do anything good," Peter shrugged.
"Just do what you can, big man," Hobie said, taking Mayday from Peter and stroking her hair.
Peter then looked at everyone who watched him with pleading eyes.Β 
Was he really going to do this? He wasn't the best at confrontation, he could easily make everything worse.
But then Hobie's voice cut through his muddled thoughts.
"Bring our sunshine back, I miss 'em."
And Peter agreed.
*****
Peter wasn't sure how he was gonna go about this.Β 
You could even say he was trying to avoid it as he paced around the empty break room trying to figure out what was the best thing to say to you.
"You got any ideas Mayday?" He asked his daughter who was currently sitting on his head as he paced.
Clearly she was enjoying her father's anxious movements,Β thinking that it was some sort of ride.
He only sighed at her giggle of a response and continued on pacing, only to be stopped in his tracks when the door of the break room suddenly opened.
And of course, it was you that walked in.
He stood there for a moment as you shut the door. Taking Mayday, who was now on his shoulder, and placing her back into the carrier.
You were the first to break the silence.
"Hey," you nodded, eyes looking heavy as you made your way to the coffee maker to pour yourself a mug.
"Hi," Peter greeted, noticing that you weren't putting your usual ungodly amount of cream and sugar in your coffee.
Was it really that bad? He thought, watching as you down the mug, turning to fill up another one.
He took a sigh at this. It was now or never.
"So, how was the date?" He asked, grimacing at his words and tone. It was the first thing that came to mind.
By then he thought he already messed up, especially when you let out a low chuckle. One that he's never heard coming from you.
"Isn't it obvious," you turned your head to him, staring him down as you took a swig of your coffee.
"I've heard people talking."
His features soften at this, taking in how your gaze flicked down to your mug.Β 
"It's because they're worried about you," he said, walking towards you and placing a hand on your shoulder.
"We're worried about you."
"Talk to me," he pushed, his voice soft as your eyes found interest in the floor.
You gave the same chuckle you did earlier.
"What is there to talk about?" Your voice cracked.
Β "According to him all that happened was nothing."
"Hey," Peter pushed once more, squeezing your shoulder.
"I'm listening."
At this you finally looked up at him, and he tried to give his best comforting look.
It seemed to work as you placed your coffee down and took a deep breath.
"He told me-," you cut yourself off with another breath, and Peter's gaze encouraged you to go on.
"He told me, the reason he got so close, why he did what he did," your voice began shaking as you continued, and Peter did so too in anticipation.
"He did it because he wanted to make sure I wasn't a threat," you finally blurted out, making Peter go wide eyed.
"He what!?" He yelled, not meaning to shout, but you didn't care. You just went on.
"Apparently other venoms from other universes tend to be dangerous," you explained, a glaze going over your eyes, voice cracking once more as your throat tightened.
"He wanted to make sure I wouldn't hurt the team."
You took another breath before continuing, and so did Peter.
Out of all the things it could have been, he never thought it would be this.
"Long story short I was nothing to him but a ticking time bomb to him," you said, tears now threatening to spill.
"And everything he did was an act to make sure I wouldn't blow."
"I was so stupid," you growled, and Sam's voice echoed with yours.
"I'm sorry," you breathed, tears finally spilling down your cheeks.Β 
You hated people seeing you like this.
"I can't," you turned away, now finding it difficult to breathe.
"Hey, hey," Peter moved towards you, pulling you to his chest.
And you let him, having no energy to fight it as he began to rub up and down your back.
Even Mayday reached out to you from Peter's chest. She hugged you despite being in her carrier, looking up at you with sad eyes.
It was as if she understood what was happening.
"It's okay," Peter cooed, becoming more concerned as your sobs became louder and your shaking continued.
Β "I got you."
"You were right Peter," you cried in between choked sobs.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be like that," he stopped you, hugging you a bit tighter.
"This isn't your fault," he whispered, gaze suddenly hardening as you could no longer speak, too caught up in your sobs.
"This isn't your fault."
*****
Peter was angry, practically fuming.Β 
He knew Miguel was insane, but not the manipulative type.Β 
That's why he was currently marching to Miguel's office with a passion. A passion fueled by the anger he felt from seeing you breakdown, and MJ's words of advice.
"Give him hell," the redhead said with a nod, and a kiss for good luck after he had ranted to her about the situation.
And hell, was he going to give.Β 
Which is exactly why he didn't bring Mayday.
He barged into the room with a loud bang of the door, and he was glad that he picked a time when little to no spider-people were here.
If there were more, a crowd would most definitely form if they heard the words that he had practised in his head on the way.
"Peter, what the hell are you doing?" Miguel's voice came, clearly surprised and kind of annoyed at the disturbance.
His tone only seemed to drive Peter more as he lunged at the bigger man, gripping the neck of his suit and pinning him to the wall.
"I'm here to ask the questions," Peter snarled, taking in Miguel's look of shock.
He obviously didn't expect that, he didn't even have time to react.Β Only looking at Peter with wide eyes, breath heavy as he tried to pull Peter's hands away from him.
"What the hell, let go of me," Miguel struggled, despite their size difference, he was no match for Peter's current state.
"Why don't you tell me what you did first," Peter ordered, baring his teeth.
"What are you even talking about?" Miguel breathed, trying again to pry Peter's hands off of him. Still to no avail.
"Cut the crap O'hara, you know what you did," Peter's grip only got tighter as he stared Miguel down.
Peter had stared at him with such fury that Miguel's face melted in realisation and he stopped struggling.
"They told you," he whispered, and if Peter wasn't so close he wouldn't have heard it.
"They did, but they didn't need to."
"I could tell something happened by just looking at them," He pulled Miguel off the wall just to push him back harder for emphasis.
"Everyone can," Peter's voice came, dangerously low.
"Now I have just one question to ask," his fiery gaze locked with Miguel's as he spoke.
"Why? He whispered.
"Fucking why would you do that to someone who has been nothing but kind to you?" His voice suddenly raised.
Only to get louder as he went on.
"Why would you do that to someone who has done nothing but defend your pissy attitude to everyone here?"
Miguel looked like he was about to speak, but Peter had different plans.
"And don't give me that it was for the team bullshit," he growled.
"We both know there were other things you could've done than give them hope. Give them hope and then completely shatter it after."
Miguel's mouth didn't even move this time, so Peter slammed him against the wall again.
"Answer the question O'hara."
Now Miguel looked kind of scared and his lips parted as he tried to speak.
"I-," he began, only to turn his head away from Peter despite the grip that was on him.
"I can't."
"Yes you can," Peter egged on, grip tightening if it was even possible.
If you can break them like that, you can tell me why," he pushed, only for Miguel to go against his orders.
"I did it for the team," Miguel said, still not looking at him.
And Peter's being boiled.
"You son of a-," he began, about to slam Miguel into the wall once more. But stopped as their gazes finally locked again.
"No, let me finish," Miguel's voice rasped, and Peter nodded at him to continue.
"In the beginning it was for the team," he explained, taking a deep breath.
"I wanted to keep an eye on them, I wanted to make sure that they wouldn't go rogue like almost all the other venoms in the multiverse."
He gulped under Peter's stare as he went on.
"But then it wasn't for the team anymore," He said, and Peter's gaze softened slightly, but his grip stayed the same.
"It was for me," Miguel finally said, his voice cracking in the end.
"After all the time I spent with them, it just felt right okay," he rambled, voice becoming frantic with every word.
"So I went on with it. Even when I stopped identifying them as a potential threat."
He then hung his head low.
"I was being selfish."
"You can fucking say that again," Peter agreed, and Miguel didn't even protest.
"I was selfish to the point that it scared me. It scared me that I wanted to be with someone so much, after so long," Miguel said, eyes becoming glassy.
But he would not let himself cry, he didn't deserve to.
"And then, we almost kissed," he took another breath.
"And everything came crashing down on me, so I pushed them away. I pushed them away because I was scared of what would happen to them if they stayed with me," he finally admitted, and Peter voiced out what he was too afraid to say.
"You were afraid they'd become another canon event."
Miguel only nods, turning away from Peter again. It hurt finally hearing it out loud.
"But you decided that hurting them was the better option?" Peter asked, tone soft now but still angry.
"I'm sorry."Β 
That was all Miguel could say, and he looked completely defeated.
"Miguel," Peter sighed, finally letting him go, making him stumble a bit as the tension left his suit.
"I'm gonna be honest with you," he continued, straightening his posture and rubbing a hand down his face.
It had been awhile since he talked about this.
"Please," Miguel rasped.
"Please do."
Peter sighed again, preparing himself for the wounds he was about to reopen.
"I know that it seems easy to just push people away, to push everything away," he began, the weight of his past becoming more pronounced with every word that left his lips.
"Because you feel like, when they're away from you, you can't hurt them. So no matter what happens, even if it breaks you, you keep pushing and pushing."
Peter's voice began to shake as he remembered the look on MJ's face as she closed the door on him.
"But what you don't know is that you're breaking them too. I broke a lot of people that way," he admitted, looking away from Miguel momentarily.
"I thought I was protecting them by pushing them away but I wasn't. I was just making everything worse, for everyone involved."
He looked at Miguel again, taking in how his broad shoulders slumped as he took in what he was saying.
"So I stopped pushing people away, and you should too, before it's too late."
"Stop pushing them away Miguel," he said, tone firmer this time as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"If not for you, for them. Don't push the people who care for you away because when everything's gone they're the only ones who can keep you going."
"But how?" Miguel's voice shook, it looked like he was going to collapse if it wasn't for Peter's hand on his shoulder.
"That's up to you man. But if you really want to ask me, just try talking to them."
"But what if-" Miguel began doubtfully, but Peter cut him off.
"You won't get anywhere asking me more questions. Just talk to them."
"I-," He started again, but a stern look shut him up.
"Okay," he sighed.
"I will, thank you, Peter," Miguel said, voice becoming soft as he smiled in thanks.
"Hey, don't thank me, thank them," Peter finally let go of his shoulder with a shrug.
"If it was up to me I would've killed you."
"Spiderman doesn't kill," Miguel raised a brow.
"Not unless you fix this," Peter countered.
"I will, at least I'll try."
It was Peter's turn to smile.
"That's the first step."
*****
The next day when the morning meeting ended Peter gave Miguel a look, gesturing in your direction.
You were again in the far corner of the room, nowΒ about to leave. You had no reason to stay after all.
Miguel responded with a nod and Peter watched as he made his way to you on fast feet. Clearly not wanting to miss his chance.
You stopped at the call of your name, freezing as Miguel's voice hit your ears.
He stood there awkwardly for a second, before he finally spoke and stumbled over his sentences.
You looked confused to say the least, and Peter held his breath along with Miguel, waiting for your response.
It was only when you nodded your head in a yes did he let it go.
And as you and Miguel walked out of the room Peter prayed to every god there was in the multiverse that all would be well.Β 
Later that day Peter found you sitting alone at the cafeteria. Well, not really alone. Sam was currently out, perched on your shoulder.
He heard you scold Sam as you held a juice box out toΒ the symbiote, who began to take sips of your apple juice, apparently he was sipping too fast.
He couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"You seem to be in better spirits," he called out, sitting down across from you and placing his tray down.Β 
He let Mayday stand on the bench so she wouldn't kick at the food.
"All thanks to you," you grinned at him after waving hello to Mayday.
"Miguel told me about the talk you had," you tell him and his face sunk.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"I know it wasn't my place."
"Don't worry, it's okay," you calmed him down with a smile.Β 
It's been a while since he's seen one this big.
"I'm only really mad that I didn't get to see that conversation go down," you joked, ending with a laugh which Peter echoed.
It was nice to hear it again.
"So," he started with a cough. His tone is becoming serious.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
"Yeah," you hummed.
"It's gonna take a while for things to be completely okay," your face fell a little.
"But I think it will. Isn't that right Sam?" You asked your closest friend (in proximity) who responded with a happy chirp.
"Yeah," you repeated.
"We're gonna be okay."
You smiled again, and Peter returned it tenfold.
"Good to hear," he said.
"Thank you Peter," you told him again,Β  making sure he felt your sincerity.
"For watching my back before, during, and after the date," you ended with a knowing look, making his mouth gape.
"Wait, you knew?" He asked, completely shocked.Β 
But he was so sneaky!
"Of course I did," you rolled your eyes.
"By the way you should grow a moustache, it suits you."
Peter was about to defend himself, even though he didn't really need to. But he was stopped by a sudden chatter that made they're way to your table.
It was Miles, Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. You greeted them cheerily, and it took them a second to greet you back.Β 
They were obviously shocked to see you so peppy after a while, but it was easy to get used to and a roll of greetings erupted from them as they sat.
Peter then decided to not speak on the matter anymore. He got too distracted at the light at cheery air that suddenly filled the cafeteria, and he let himself drown in it.
But before he could completely sink into it everything came to a screeching halt when a shadow suddenly shrouded the table.
"Hey," Miguel's voice came, nervously so as all eyes were on him.
"Can I sit with you guys?" He asked, hand scratching the back of his neck while the other supported a tray.
Everyone was too shocked to answer, except for you. (And Hobie who didn't care)
"Of course," your voice rang, scooting over so he could sit next to you. And he did, with a soft smile that only added to the others' shock.
It took a second but everyone finally exchanged pleasantries, now digging into their food.
Except for Peter who watched as you and Miguel looked at each other, a little shy, but better than it had been in a while.
"Hi," Miguel began.
"Hey," You smiled.
Miguel momentarily turned away at this, a flustered look on his face before he gestured at his tray.
"Do you want an empanada?" He mumbled, and you almost didn't hear it.
"Sure," you grinned, giggling as your answer was followed by a frustrated chirp.
"I got one for you too, Sam," Miguel assured the symbiote, placing one empanada on your tray, and the other in Sam's mouth.
"Don't worry," Miguel chuckled softly, only to erupt in laughter as Sam practically devoured the food. And you laughed along with him.
Peter shook his head at this, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you. A smile that became fonder as his eyes flicked all across the table.
Everyone seemed so content at that moment, some obviously more than others. And as his eyes moved to Mayday who looked back at her father with a smile he let out a soft sigh.
In that moment, everything felt right.
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and that folks is the end of this trilogy, thank you so much for the support! I was honestly so overwhelmed and I hope I ended this in a way that is satisfactory for y'all.
also for some reason tags are not working so I will be adding them in the reblogs. apologies in advance to anyone I couldn't tag there were so many comments and my brain just can't rn it's midnight, I wanted to post this as soon as possible huhu.
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queers-gambit Β· 6 months
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Neon Sticky Notes
prompt: ( requested ) reminding your boyfriend you love him one sticky note at a time.
pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach
fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear
word count: 2.4k+
note: baby gets what baby wants! God, do i hope this is what you want, my baby...
warnings: probably cursing, Carmy needs a nap, men being simps, this is short and sweet! it's FINALLY edited!!!
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You knew he was struggling. Worn-out, beaten down, exhausted, run ragged, amuck, and into the ground.
It was evident in the way he carried himself; the prominent bags under his eyes, the way he tossed and turned in bed before being found on the living room couch in the morning. His hair seemed greasier then usual, his skin turning gaunt and grey, and you knew he wasn't making time to eat.
By comparison, you had a simple job, something corporate and in an office. Something that made decent money; something you were good at, something you could find pride in doing.
However, Carmy's job as a chef was different; being more than stressful, and while coupled together for years now, it was still a work-in-progress each time Carmen started on a new venture. Owning, running, and converting The Beef into something "better" should've been no different, only it was - it was totally different. Carmy was frazzled, looking deranged some evenings, as if operating on adrenaline, and you were at a loss on how to help.
So, you resorted to a natural instinct - communicating.
Carmy needed reassurance, he needed support, he needed to be loved for who he is, exactly how he was, in order to keep his head on straight. You never did mind the challenge that was Carmen Berzatto, finding him akin to a puzzle. So, on your way home from work one evening, you stopped at a CVS to grab a pack of neon, multi-colored sticky notes and a brand new Sharpie marker.
You had an idea.
When you got back to your shared apartment, you unloaded the groceries you needed onto the counters before calling Carmy. "Hey, Peaches," he answered on the third ring, usual kitchen clatter in the background, "everything okay?"
"Yeah, all good."
"Sure? Sound outta breath."
"The elevator's broken, I got groceries," you groaned, "and have been skipping the gym for a couple weeks."
He chuckled, "Never skip leg day, baby, you know it's our house motto."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever - hush. I'm just wondering if you had an ETA for tonight? I have an early morning meeting, so I want to go to sleep early."
"Uh," he trailed, a muffled ruffling sounding over the line before a small clatter that made him sigh, "yeah, um, you know what? I really don't know, baby, I'm sorry. You do your thing and I'll be quiet when I get in, just leave my stuff on the couch."
"No, come to bed," you whined slightly, "I miss you."
"Awh, yeah, miss you, too, Peach. I'll be there," he promised.
You finished putting all groceries away; the dishes following, then you got started on prepping dinner. Look, you were no cook - that was all Carmy. But you weren't totally useless in a kitchen, so, you didn't mind taking over most meals now that Carmy was waist-deep in The Beef's bullshit. You played music as you cooked, poured a glass of wine, danced around, and tried to think of a list of encouraging things to remind Carmy. You ate dinner alone, and when done with clean-up, faced off with your sticky notes and Sharpie.
The first note was scribbled and stuck on the covered plate in the fridge: Bone Apple Teeth, Chef!
Then you wrote a note to leave at the door where Carm was sure to drop his keys: make sure you eat the plate I left you!
Humming, you pondered a moment before smirking and writing a third note to be left on the TV remote: I know you too well. come to bed.
Lastly, you wrote a fourth and final note to be left in the bathroom: great job today, Chef! you're killing it!
You were fast asleep when he got home. He found the note in the key bowl, smirking at your kindness and thoughtfulness. Carmy saw the messily-drawn heart and pocketed the note, toeing off his shoes and entering the kitchen. He reheated the plate you left, pocketed the second note after a silent grin of amusement, and when ready, took his hot food to the couch.
Carmy laughed when he found your third note. He left it on the table as he ate, half-watching the news segment he flipped on. When he was full and his plate clear, Carmy turned the TB off, pocketed your note, set everything in the dishwasher, started it, and then went into the bathroom. Another soft chuckle emitted as he pulled the final note in his hand - and you already know he saved it.
When he got in your shared room, he made sure to leave the notes in a random shoe box, stashing it in his closet, changed for the night, and crawled into bed with you.
This was a regular occurrence now: Carmy came home late to a barrage of sticky notes, saved them all, then crashed in bed with you. You missed each other, but understood scheduling just didn't line up right now. It wasn't like you two never saw one another, you still did - but it wasn't like it was. Time together now felt fleeting, as if you had to savor everything, so you made the most of your situation.
Was it overcompensation? Possibly. But Carmy adored your notes.
Sometimes, you'll be sat in the living room, reading a book, working on your laptop, or scrolling Instagram on your phone, while he cooks and he finds a note left on the milk carton that reads: I am UDDERLY in love with you!
Get it? 'Cause cows have udders? You were pretty proud of that pun.
Other times, he'll be up at an unGodly hour, getting a steamy hot shower, and you'll come in to pee. He doesn't think anything of anything until he gets out of the stall only to see a neon orange sticky note on the counter, saying: i love your butt! lemme pinch it!
Carmy feels himself looking forward to your little surprises. Some were funny and a little vulgar, like the note found on the eggs: fertilize MY eggs!
Some notes were more innocent, like the one he found in his shoe one morning, reading: I'm so proud of you. have a great day today!
Some just said: be home for dinner @ 8! making your fav!
Others were found, saying: you're so fucking handsome. I'm one lucky ducky! You even tried to draw a little duck.
Some notes were motivational: you're doing a GREAT job, baby!
Some notes reminded: you have a dentist appt @ 10!
Some notes were sweet: call me during your break, cutie, i miss your voice!
And others found on the bathroom mirror were playful: you look too good today, go change! A second note added: don't need anyone looking at your fine ass! A third: i'm the only one allowed to look #respectfully
Each and every note had a drawn heart, being saved to a hidden shoebox. He found notes in his usual coffee mug, reminding him you loved him. He found notes on his toothpaste tube, telling him he was doing a great job. Cereal boxes now promised Carmy they were proud of him, pastas told him to have a great day, and the light switches assured reminded him how special he was.
The microwave told him you felt blessed to be his and in his jacket pocket, he was told how lucky you are to love him. Some notes swore to him he was one of a kind, others explicitly detailed what parts of him you wanted in parts of you, and a few reminded him of important dates, appointments, deadlines, anniversaries, birthdays, etc..
Sometimes, he found little treats with these sticky notes. Like when you had to make brownies for your little sister's bake sale, you left him a Tupperware full with a hot pink note, labeled: for the love of my life!
And then... One morning, when you got up for work, Carmy was already gone for his day. You went through your normal routine, entering the kitchen with the intention of making a to-go cup of coffee, only to pause and grin when a neon green sticky note greeted you from the stovetop. Written in messy, fresh, black Sharpie was: got you on my mind. love you, be home @ 6 tonight!
Carmy drew own heart and you beamed at the reciprocation. You didn't mind the distance for now, knowing he was busy and it wouldn't last forever; but the fact that he could reassure you as much as you could him warmed your heart. You felt like the Grinch when his heart grew in size, just without the painful grunting. If anything, you felt euphoric from his little note - thinking it was reassuring to still communicate even when your schedules differed.
The day passed sluggishly - only because you were actually excited to go home. Ironically, your last client of the day didn't leave until a little later than scheduled, so, when you FINALLY got off work and made it home, Carmy had beaten you. When you got through the door, you were met with a heavenly aroma; using Gandalf's advice and following your nose to enter the kitchen.
You sighed dreamily when you came to a halt in the doorway, bottom lip trapped between your teeth to attempt and restrain your ecstatic grin. Carmy was shirtless at the stove, stirring a pasta dish to coat it in the sauce of his choice. "Hi, pretty peach," he beamed at you.
"Oh, I've missed this sight," you squealed, rushing to his side to throw your arms around his neck. "Hi, baby, hi, baby, hi, baby," you chanted between chaste kisses to his cheek.
"Someone missed me," he laughed, cheeks blooming a bright red - but not from the kitchen heat.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, and you know I don't do well alone, I need attention," you teased with a pout, his arm slithering around your waist - but a crinkle noise caught your attention. "Woah, hey. Did you get a new tattoo?" You pondered, looking down at his arm that was protectively bandaged.
He smirked and held his arm out, "Wanna take the plastic off for me?"
"What'd you get?"
"Find out," he whispered, staring at you with his intense baby blue eyes; waiting as you calculated your next move. Slowly, you reached out and unwrapped the protective cling wrap, getting to the gauze, then slowly peeling that from his skin.
"Ohhh, my fucking God," you whispered.
"Like it?"
"Are these... My hearts?"
He nodded, "I got 6 of them from your notes tattooed. 'Cause we've been together six years. Figured, each year, I could add one - but you gotta draw it."
"You're ridiculous," you laughed, in minor disbelief. "What made you do this?"
He eased, "You. I've never felt so confident in my life before, and I know you're a huge part of that. It feels right, being with you feels right and I wanted to show you that I see and appreciate all you do." His tone softened, "I wouldn't be me without you, Peach."
"You'd still be Carmy."
"A totally different Carmy, though," he chuckled. "I actually like who I am with you, baby. But look here, I know it's been real hectic lately, sweet girl, with the restaurant, but it's not gonna be like this forever. We're makin' progress, we're gonna get this settled."
"I know," you assured, "'cause if anyone's gonna get this done, it's you. Just don't forget to breathe every now and then - you're drowning in this stress and I need you to stay afloat, Carm."
"I'm good, Peaches, got you on my team so I can't lose," he eased, tucking you into his chest for an embrace. After a minute and a tight squeeze, he sighed, pecked the crown of your head, then mumbled, "Why don't you go wash up? Dinner's almost ready."
You agreed, stealing one last (prolonged) kiss before scampering off to the bedroom. When you got there, you almost tripped when you came to a halt; laughing loudly as the entire bed was covered in an array of neon colored sticky notes. Until you got closer and realized each note detailed a different reason Carmy loved you; from the way you search for him in your sleep to how you resembled a Gremlin if not fed within certain hours. From how you weren't afraid to dress up for the Renaissance Festival to how you throw blankets in the dryer for 15 minutes before movie nights. In fact, "movie night" was on a single note, being a fond yet routine date. You read each note carefully, tears wanting to build but you refused to let them, yet it was difficult when this was the sweetest gesture you've ever known.
Even things you were insecure about, like dimples or weight or hair color, was highlighted as a reason Carmy loved you. He listed your authenticity, generosity, thoughtfulness, charisma, incredible brain but even bigger heart. He praised your wit, your humor; adored your sneezes, and looked forward to coming home every night because he knew he was coming home to you.
You've never felt so loved before, wondering if this was what Carmy felt each time he found one of your notes.
Movement caught your peripheral, and when you looked up, Carmy was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom; arms crossed and lips pulled in a small smirk. He didn't speak, he just stared at you. You were at a loss for words, opening and closing your mouth twice; holding most of the sticky notes in your hands, but then, you settled on telling him simply, "I love you so fucking much, Carmy."
Dinner might've allegedly burned that night, but so did your love and passion for one another. Even the smallest of gestures can go farther than we anticipate, and showing someone you care could be as simple as leaving them notes around the apartment you cohabitate in, on neon colored Post It's.
Wanna know the cool thing about adult relationships? You get to love your partner out loud; being unapologetic in how you emote, and in return, you're loved by them. Each person deserves to be loved in the way they want to be loved - but you know how fucking great it is when two lovers respond to the same language? What I mean is, it could be considered rare that you, who liked to leave notes, would meet and fall in love with someone who liked to collect and read those notes. Your love language was the same as Carmy's, part of the reason you both worked so well together - but also why one day, he'd add plenty more hand drawn hearts to the collection on his forearm.
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requesting rules and masterlist
The Bear masterlist
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Since hearing Streets by Doja cat (silhouette remix) I always thought if I ever had the chance to striptease for someone, that would definitely need to be the song playing in the background, the rhythm is so sensual. So can I request a smut with Spencer centered around this song?
Love your blog and tiktok edits, and congrats for reaching 3k! You deserve it!
tysm lovely hope you enjoy this🫢 (wc) 3.1k!
warnings: (MINORS DNI!) Reader is a stripper, lap dance, pantyjob, a lot of grinding lol
Play our fantasies
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The FBI agent visiting your workplace wants more from you than answers to his questions.
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…we play our fantasies out in real life ways…
"THE FBI IS WAITING FOR YOU," your boss said the moment you stepped down from the stage, his voice a low murmur amidst the pulsating beats of the club. Your clients varied from politicians to well-known celebrities, but you never had the chance to entertain an authority before.
Your boss rolled his eyes as he gripped your arm, navigating you to the VIP lounge. "He's not here for that."
"Oh?"
"He's here to ask some questions," Teddy explained as he released his hold, motioning you to follow him. "Said he wanted to know about one of your regulars."
"My regulars? Who?"
He gave you a sideway glance as you both strode to the back area of the club. "Dennis."
You raised an eyebrow. "Dennis Meade?" You asked. "That lawyer? He hasn't even been here for over a month."
Your boss shrugged. "Maybe that's why the FBI is looking for him, only god knows where he is."
"It's always those quiet ones, huh?" You jested, your heels clacking on the marble floor. You stopped for a moment when you passed a wall that was covered with mirrors, fixing your hair through the reflection. When your boss noticed he was walking alone, he turned around and gave you a disapproved look.
"He's only here to ask you questions."
"I know." You smiled, delicately smearing off the subtle lipstick mark that had smudged over your lip line from the dance routine you performed on the pole earlier. Satisfied with how you looked, you made your way back to Teddy.
"Is he cute?" You asked playfully.
"Y/n."
"I thought we weren't supposed to use our real names on the clock."
He sighed, the ambient lighting casting a soft glow on his exasperated expression as you both continued to walk down the hallway, the distant thump of music reverberating through the walls.
"Angel," he pressed sarcastically, emphasizing your stage name. "Doctor Spencer Reid is keeping his identity discreet, so don't attract any attention to him."
"Doctor?" You mused. "Thought he was a cop."
"FBI agent," he corrected.
"Tomato, Tomahto." You finally stopped at the entrance of the VIP area, a line of doors covered in drapes separating each private space. "Which one is he in?"
"Corner left at the end." He gave you a pointed look. "It's better to stay with him according to your usual private session, lessen any suspicion."
You smirked. Spending half an hour in a room with an authority sounded intriguing. Teddy rolled his eyes as he saw the look you gave him. "No funny business, Angel."
"Of course not, Teddy," you assured him, giving him the most innocent smile you could muster.
He shook his head and took a step back. "You're trouble."
With a playful wink, you pushed open the door to the VIP area and stepped into the dimly lit space. The ambiance shifted from the bustling energy of the club to a more intimate setting. The smell of burning wax filled your nose in the form of vanilla-scented candles as you made your way to the corner suite.
A man stood in the middle of the room, his scrutinizing eyes scanning the small platform in the corner with a pole planted on top of it, but as he heard your footsteps, he turned around and met your gaze.
Your eyes slowly assessed him. His features were sharp, his gaze piercing, and an air of confidence surrounded him. There was something magnetic about his presence, an unexpected allure that contradicted the stereotypical image of an FBI agent. You were never this close to an FBI agent before, but were they supposed to be this attractive?
As the door closed behind you, the muffled sounds of the club outside were replaced by a peculiar intimacy. Especially when his eyes roamed your body, taking in the lingerie top barely covering your breasts and the thin silk panties you chose to wear today.
"You must be Angel," he greeted, watching you intently. The dim light accentuated the subtle nuances of his expression.
"And you must be Doctor Spencer Reid," you replied, injecting a subtle hint of playfulness into your tone. "What brings the FBI to our humble abode?"
"Spencer, please." His lips then curved into a faint smile. "I'm here on official business. There's a matter I'd like to discuss with you."
"About Dennis Meade, I presume?"
His eyebrows raised slightly, acknowledging your astuteness. "You're well-informed."
"It's part of the job," you responded with a casual shrug. You took a moment to assess the situation before nodding towards the plush seating. "You should take a seat, Dr. Reid."
He did as he was told, but his eyes went wide when he noticed you stepping onto the platform instead of following him. "What are you doing?"
"I was told you didn't want your identity to be known," you said as you gripped the pole. "There are cameras everywhere; I'd say it would seem suspicious for the security to see I'm only talking when I should be working."
He watched as you started to move around the pole, your movements deliberate and gracefully controlled. The ambient lighting cast a subtle glow, creating a surreal atmosphere within the room. The pulsating music from the club outside, its tune slow and seductive, provided an unexpected rhythm in the closed space.
"This way, it seems like just another part of the show," you continued as you swayed your hips seductively. "Now, what did you want to discuss about Dennis?"
Spencer's gaze followed your every move and you watched as his tongue flickered along his bottom lips. "We believe he might be involved in something that requires our attention."
You leaned back, arching your back in a sultry pose. "Dennis hasn't been around here for a while. Why the sudden interest?"
"It's not the first time he's come under our radar," Spencer explained, his tone measured. "We're trying to locate him to gather more information."
"I can't say I know much about him," you replied. "There wasn't anything particularly noteworthy about him, at least not that I'm aware of."
Spencer absorbed the information, his expression thoughtful. But it was hard to keep his mind on the case he was supposed to be investigating when your moves became more daring as you leaned down, actuating your luscious hips that were barely covered with that thin string of fabric covering your sex.Β Then his mouth dried up as you turned around in front of him and fully bent over, exposing the delicious curve of your ass.
He tried to steady his breathing. "Any peculiar behavior… conversations, or associations you might recall might help."
You twirled around the pole again, a moment of contemplation before you spoke. "He kept to himself mostly. No unusual conversations that stood out. As for associations, he didn't seem to have any close ties with the regulars here. Just a quiet guy who enjoyed the performances."
"Especially yours?"
You laughed, the sultry notes mingling with the music from the club outside. "Well, who wouldn't?" you teased, your gaze locking with his. "I do put on quite a show."
You threw your head back as you moved again and god, it was criminally sensual, the way you danced, unlike anything Spencer had ever seen before. He couldn't put into words the allure you possessed. When you ran a hand over your skin, dipping into every curve, he was unable to hold back any longer, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.Β 
"It seems that way," he murmured, his voice dangerously low as he leaned back in his seat.
His jaw then slacked open, heavy breaths being ragged out as he got a better look at you when you started to approach him. Your hair shone upon the fluorescent lights, red-painted lips ghosting upon your features as you straddled his lap.Β You leaned into him, placing a knee on each side of his thigh to press into the thick, leather chair.Β 
"Is this also part of the show?"Β he softly asked.
You chuckled, the sound low and sultry, matching the tempo of the music. "Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't." The palm of your hands slid over his arms, sending warmth along his skin even through the fabric of his shirt. "Depends on what you want it to be, Dr. Reid."
You swore you could see his muscles tense when your fingers glided over his shoulder, and with a sharp inhale, his head fell against the seating. He was even more handsome up close. He had soft skin, a sharp jaw covered with a soft stubble, and brown-colored eyes that shone underneath the fluorescent lights.
His breath caught as you moved in closer, the distance between you diminishing rapidly.Β The proximity between you two grew more intense, and his initial intent of discussing the case became a distant memory.Β 
Your lips hovered close to his ear as you whispered, "Do you want me to continue?"
Spencer's mind raced as he struggled to maintain composure. The unexpected turn of events left him breathless, his professional facade gradually giving way to your seduction. it was as if his fantasies were playing out right before his eyes. Having you perched on his lap, the intimate proximity, the charged atmosphereβ€”all of it seemed to align with a script written in his imagination.
Then a low, almost invisible, "Yes," escaped his lips.
The single word carried a weight of desire that hung in the air as if the room itself was holding its breath. It was enough of an answer as you slowly lowered your hips.Β Your thighs parted for him, and you pressed your center against him, letting out a low gasp when you felt how hard he already was.
It shouldn't have surprised you, after all, it was the usual reaction to every man you had to entertain. Maybe it was the unfamiliar setting that had you growing hot; to be on someone's lap who was a high authority, someone who was here for work, someone who wasn't even paying for your time. Yet you couldn't help it, especially when his hands found your hips, urging you to move.
You obeyed, beginning to press your aching center against his groin, rocking your hips softly back and forth.Β As you do, your silk panties slid over his pants, earning a hiss from his parted lips. You couldn't help but smirk as your palms pressed to his shoulders, offering stability as your hips rolled against his body.
You couldn’t help but feel the warmth flooding between your thighsΒ as you grind your folds against him, earning a few twitches of his hips in return.Β You would normally call in security if any of your clients touched you inappropriately. The club patrons could touch, but there was a policy of grabbing, holding, or leaving marks.Β 
And what Spencer was doing surpassed all the rules. One, he wasn't even a client, and two, you would be in trouble if you were caught enjoying this. Your job was to entertain people, not be entertained. Yet you were far too gone to think of the consequences.Β The fear of getting caught still weighed on your mind, but with your throbbing clit pressing to him as you rode him, the worries diminished faster than they could build.
You couldn’t deny the bliss that filled your body.Β Grinding against him had you lost in the moment, legs beginning to quiver as his fingers pressed into your hips harder, head falling back, curses pouring from his lips.Β His nails began to press to your flesh and it should have inflicted you pain, but instead, you were even more drawn to him that you reached for his belt.
"May I?" You whispered, eyes locking with his. Spencer wasn't sure it was the wisest idea to submit to whatever plan you had in mind, but he found himself nodding, and a few moments later you were already busy undoing his pants.
Your fingers hook into the band of his briefs next, urging the fabric down with assistance from him as his hardened cock spring free.Β He bit down on his bottom lip, anticipating your every move a second before your fingers wrapped around his girth. Slipping your grip to his swollen, reddened tip, a hiss spilled from his parted lips, and then your palm slid back down his length as his hips pushed forward into your grasp.
"Thatβ€”" He struggled to say, too focused on the way you dragged your palm up and down his length. "That feels good."
This earned you a smile. He felt thick and warm in your grip and your eyes instantly took in the sight; of his hard cock pulsing in your hand, of his brow creasing as you continued your movements. You watched as his tongue swiped over his lips again when your other hand reached for your panties,Β slipping the silk to the side, enough to ease his cock between your folds before adjusting the fabric back in its place.
You both let out a gasp at the feeling of his cock pressed to your flesh, trapped by the tight fabric holding him in place. You nearly lost your mind just as he did the moment you began to rock your hips once again.Β Juices dripping from your center made it effortless to slip back and forth over his cock, and with your arousal coating his flesh on the underside, and your silk panties caressing him on the other, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He held you in place as his hips met yours frantically. God, you were such a dream; Spencer couldn't believe this was happening. You were such a fantasy.Β Every moan escaping your lips seemed to cast a spell that held him captive. It was wrong of him to fully enjoy this, yet he couldn't help but be mesmerized by you.
The way you moved along his throbbing cock was such a sight to see. Or the way your head fell back as you satisfied yourself, your jaw slacking as you looked at him through hooded eyes.Β Your soft whimpers begin to flood his ears, and it urged him to give you more as he told you how fucking good you felt, how fucking wet you were, and how fucking beautiful you looked, even with your hair sticking onto your face from all the sweat.
Fingers brushed loose strands of hair from your eyes and it took so much of your self-control not to kiss him. Kissing your clients was another one of the policies, and it was something you shouldn't even consider of breaking, so instead you focused on the growing heat that stretched along your core.
Your hips increased their pace, rolling against him to offer the both of you relief, your clit swelling with a need for release as you felt his cock pulsing between your wet folds.
Your thighs began to shake around him, giving him the courage to pump his hips a few times, catching you off guard. Gasping, you arched your back, continuing to move your hips over his, using him to find release as his cock rested between your folds and the fabric of your silk panties.Β You felt yourself growing hot, needy, aroused, dripping along his length, making the sensation all the more electrifying.
β€œFuck,” you whimpered, your entire body trembling. β€œI-I’m gonna come.” 
β€œCome,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. β€œCome on my cock, Angel. Let me feel you.” 
His words sent a rush of electricity through your body, out to every tingling limb and curled toe, and there was nothing you could do but lose the last shred of control you were holding onto.Β Your moans poured from your lips louder than before, but you had a hard time caring as the bliss swelled within you.Β 
You called out his name, again and again between desperate whimpers and gasps, thighs tightening around him as you rode out your orgasm, not slowing your pace until the wave washed over you.
When you relaxed against him, he took hold of your body, wrapping his arms around you as he began to thrust from below, fucking himself between your soaked folds and silk panties. After a few moments, you grew completely weak, allowing him to take control, allowing him to hold onto you, allowing him to use you to get off until the moment a sharp inhale filled your ears.
Thick ropes of white spilled from the hem of your panties, soaking through the fabric and coating your flesh.Β His breath stalled for a moment before he released another exhale, head falling back as his hips attempted to keep thrusting, yet he lost all momentum as the pleasure took hold of him.
You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, surprised by the way his hands brush delicately over your hips, skimming across your lower back in a soothing motion. "What time do you get off tonight?"
You met his gaze. "Late, as usual," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "Why do you ask?"
Spencer hesitated for a moment before answering, his hands still tracing soothing patterns on your back.Β 
"I was thinking... maybe we could continue this later," he admitted, his voice a low murmur. "In a more private setting."
You raised your eyebrows. "Is that part of the investigation, Dr. Reid?"
"It could be,"Β A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Or maybe I'm far from done with you."
β€œOh?” Thoroughly amused, you hummed. "Is that so?"
He nodded and looked at you through half-lidded eyes. "Tell me what time you get off."
It wasn't a question anymore; it was a demand, and a shiver ran down your spine.Β 
God, you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to taste him, no, youΒ neededΒ to taste him. You had never craved someone as much as you did now. Maybe it was the unmistakable glint in his eye or the way he spoke to you then that had you caving in, or maybe it was the thought of his cock buried deep inside your cunt that your answer slipped off your tongue without much thought.Β 
It was too easy for you to tell him what time your shift ended when all you wanted was for him to fuck you senselessly.
"I finish at two," you quickly responded.Β 
Spencer's half-lidded eyes seemed to darken, his features betraying a hunger that mirrored your own desires. "Meet me at the back exit at two, then."
A coy smile played on your lips as you met his intense gaze. Honestly, you would let him fuck you right there and then, but you had to be patient. Time couldn't move faster than you wished.Β 
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Intoxicating ~ Hyunjin
"You had no idea you were going through your first heat, until it was already too late. Luckily your mate won't let anyone but him touch you."
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KINKTOBER: DAY TWELVE - Possessiveness + a/b/o dynamics
Pairing: Hyunjin x afab reader
Genre: explicit smut, bits of fluff, omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics , alpha!hyunjin, omega!reader, soul mate au (werewolf mates), heat provoking rut,
Word Count: 6.5k (Look I don't want to talk about it πŸ˜…)
A/N: Okay so I went A LITTLE overboard on this one. Hence why it took longer to come out. I have very clearly been craving an omegaverse au fic and I kinda just let it flow out of me LMAO. Sorry for the delay (again), I'm almost finished up my studies for the year so will have ample amount of time after the next two weeks to catch up on Kinktober. Thank you for being patient, thank you for being supportive and amazing. I hope you all enjoy some of my deepest desires of love written through the character of our adored love stay boy. (If you noticed I changed the kink for this one, it was due to something I was more comfortable in writing and honestly just what the fic ended up portraying more!)
(this is my first omegaverse fic please be gentle with me, I tried to do some research and if I've done anything incorrectly please forgive my naΓ―ve brain)
CONTENT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT
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Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, consensual unprotected intercourse, creampie, possessive!hyunjin, biting (mating mark), knotting, marking, breeding kink (wolfie things), praises, fist fighting (a brief scene), swearing/cursing, sexual harassment and objectification (from other alphas not Hyunjin or any of the members), mention of death/feeling like you're dying, pet names: (little omega, my mate, mate, my love, baby, angel, gorgeous) (sorry but this is Hyune and I just know he pours his love out through pet names)
Your life had been turbulent the past few months. Everything happening in concession with each other, all events bleeding into one, but you were glad for the new found friends that had helped you through it all.
It was a Saturday evening when your life changed. You were on your regular running route, the cooler season change meant that the sun was setting faster now. The sky was dark, only a few streetlights paced out were guiding your path ahead, when suddenly you were attacked by what you originally thought was a dog.
You remember teeth sinking into your skin, the searing burn that spread across the surface like wildfire and you will never forget the moment you truly thought your life was ending. But against all odds, two sentinel beings sent from the heavens to rescue you, in the shape of two large wolves emerged from the treelines.
Between the tears that blurred your vision and the screams of horror expelling from your lips, you saw a tawny wolf and smaller lightly ashened wolf chase after your attacker, right before the world went black.
You awoke afraid, confused and in pain, but you were neatly tucked into a warm bed. The smell of comfort foods mixed with strange foreign scents were overwhelming your nose to the point you couldn't even pin-point any distinct features of them.
"Seungmin! She's awake!" A loud voice erupted from beside you, startling you further and you flinched sending yourself across the bedsheets away from the noise.
"Shhh, hey it's okay." A soothing voice tried to comfort you, a vision of an ashen blonde haired boy with kind features appeared beside you.
You learned quickly of the events that had brought you here. Turned out you weren't attacked by just an average rabid dog, it was a rouge werewolf that had been exiled recently and gave in to the anger of their inner wolf. Therefore making you something you never thought to even exist.
You also learned Felix and Jisung were your saviours, apart of a pack, whose territory the rouge werewolf was trespassing on. Two omega wolves who couldn't stand by and witness your attack without stepping in.
It took a few months for you to even comprehend the idea of you not being fully human anymore. You listened carefully to the teachings your two omega friends would share with you. They helped you through your first transition, comforted you when you mourned your old life and they promised a brighter future.
When you finally had a hold of your senses, they offered to introduce you to the rest of their pack, but most importantly their head alpha, in hopes he would let you join their pack.
You were never the type to believe in fate, but when you exited the elevator of the apartment complex the pack resided in and you met eyes with the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on, fate didn't seem so hard to understand.
His scent of fresh canvases mixed with citrus notes of lemon and the hint of rose petals hit your nose at full force, stunning you in place that the elevator doors almost collided with you. His eyes widened, your scent hitting him with just the same intensity and he instantly was drawn toward you.
Jisung and Felix had stilled just in front of you, glancing between you and the mysterious man with widened eyes of their own.
The man's scent screamed alpha, his alpha pheromones pouring out of him and suffocating the air around you, but it seemed familiar, alluring and your heart was thumping loudly in your chest as your senses zeroed in on him. You found yourself walking toward him, an undeniable pull dragging you towards him, and him to you.
Your inner wolf was howling, excited and preening, repeating the same word over and over in your head, 'mate' 'mate 'mate 'mate'.
The man stopped just in front of you, a delicate hand tracing the edges of your face as you watched him scan your features. The closer he was the more you felt connected to him on a deeper plane than you'd ever connected with anyone and his touch was sending shivers through you.
"Hello. Mate." The man spoke, his voice melodic, but breathlessly husky and all you wanted for the rest of you life was to hear him this close to you.
"H-Hi." You managed to stutter out, overwhelmed with the situation.
"Well, I guess that settles the whole 'joining the pack' question." Jisung joked from near you, but his voice was fizzled in the distance, too absorbed in the man in front of you.
You reached up to touch his shoulder length black hair, feeling the soft texture of it in between your finger tips. His eyes fluttered closed like he was trying to control himself, and when they re-opened, swirls of gold were fighting against his dark brown orbs.
You noticed the effect you were having and withdrew your hand.
"I'm y/n, it's really nice to meet you." You decided to introduce yourself, bounding with excitement to know who your mate was.
"Hyunjin, an alpha of this pack. It's lovely to finally meet you, my mate."
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A few weeks had passed since you met Hyunjin and joined the pack. You were trying to get your bearings on how fast paced your life had become. You had decided to keep staying in the apartment you were renting, originally to keep some normality in your life as everything else in it was changing around you.
It was hard spending so much time away from your new found mate, but between catching up at work and meeting the members of the pack you were busily distracted.
That was until today.
Today you had woken feeling clammy, overheated and you had an overwhelming need to be around the people you cared about the most, especially Hyunjin.
Hyunjin was in meetings all morning with the neighbouring packs over rouge wolves in the area -including the one who had bitten you - and then he had pack duties to attend to in the afternoon. Although you were missing him, you understood his responsibilities.
You had been invited out by Felix and Jisung to go to a house party that was being held by the neighbouring packs. A few of the other pack members were attending and Hyunjin assured you he would be there.
You spent the day trying to make yourself feel better, taking a cold shower to try and cool your body temperature down. When that didn't work you tried distracting yourself with a tv show, a fan blasting over you as you laid down on the couch, but even that hadn't worked.
Eventually you even made a pillow fort out of any blankets you could find and a few of Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix's hoodies that had been left behind, desperate to find comfort against your agitated muscles. Your pillow fort worked for a while, making you feel relaxed and comfortable, but when you had to leave it to begin getting ready for the night ahead, your irritable mood came right back.
You thought about calling Jisung or Felix, they were always there for you to explain anything you didn't yet understand about the new you and the unique comfort they provided was something only fellow close omegas could provide. However, you didn't want to bring down the mood before a night out and a little bit of irritation and cramping wasn't going to stop you from a night out with your friends.
Despite your inner feelings, you dressed yourself up, slipping into a red mini skirt and a silk black spaghetti strapped tee, pairing it with a pair of black heeled boots.
After quickly styling your hair and re-touching your make-up, you grabbed your purse and phone, and made your way to the party, sending Hyunjin a quick text to let him know you were on the way.
Stepping out of the uber you were instantly met with the booming of music echoing out of the pack house. The house was massive, people were everywhere - or werewolves you should say - and you were glad you had decided to wait until you had gotten your senses under control before you came to an event like this with everyone's scents mixing in the air.
You walked through the front door, a light breeze trickling in behind you. There wasn't too many people near the front door, but you spotted Felix and Jisung chatting to one of their other pack members who you recognised as Seungmin - a beta. There were countless other werewolves in the room, very few humans and the strong sense of alpha was on the air.
A group of werewolves you didn't recognise walked through the entry way from what appeared to be the living room as you took a few more steps into the house, shrugging off the black cardigan you had brought with you.
The group of male werewolves' heads snapped in your direction, there eyes locking in on you. You flinched under their gaze, the hairs on your arms raising defensively and suddenly alpha pheromones were filling the air, searing your nostrils.
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Hyunjin had been restless all day and he couldn't figure out exactly why.
He was exhausted from running around all week between his job and pack responsibilities which could have been the cause to his wolf's sudden agitated feelings. One thing he could rule out was his rut. It wasn't due for at least the next month and a bit and he'd never had issues tracking it in the past.
He had been at the party for roughly 20 minutes and already he had to help break up an argument, warn Jeongin to slow down on the beers and it wasn't even his pack's party, nor was he even head alpha of his own pack. The fact he had agreed to be sober tonight to drive some of the pack home, also wasn't helping his irritability.
Hyunjin was beyond excited to see you though, the motivation of finally seeing your beautiful smiling face had got him through the day and his wolf was stirring, the urge to be close to you building.
Hyunjin was finally beginning to relax against the countertop behind him, about to take a sip of the glass of water in his hand, when Felix panickily ran into the kitchen.
Felix's face was of pure terror and his scent was spiked with distress. Hyunjin's alpha kicked in, pushing himself onto his feet promptly, ditching his glass to the side.
"Alpha! It's y/n-" Hyunjin didn't need Felix to finish his sentence, at the mention of your name Hyunjin was exiting the kitchen where Felix had just entered.
He ran, following the scent of his distressed omega pack member into the entry of the hallway where his senses were overwhelmed with strong foreign alpha pheromones, but more than that the smell of you.
Hyunjin's eyes first locked on Seungmin, head to head with an alpha Hyunjin didn't know, arguing loudly, the threat of a physical altercation about to commence.
And then he saw you. Backed against the wall, surrounded by alphas who had given into their wolf instincts, towering over you like the true predators they were.
Your scent was sour, distressed, but it was sweet, alluring, intoxicating.
You were in heat.
You looked terrified, confused and you were on the brink of tears, trying your hardest to push away their advances to get closer to you.
Hyunjin saw red.
"Get your fucking hands off my mate!" Hyunjin's voice roared from across the hallway, venom dripping off every word, earning the attention of the people nearby.
Your helpless eyes flickered over to him, they were pleading him for help. 'omega' 'our mate' 'defend' 'soothe' Hyunjin's wolf was enraged, pacing inside of him, begging to be released, itching to tear the alphas apart that dared to even look at you.
Hyunjin didn't wait for the group of alphas to acknowledge his presence, before he stormed his way over, grabbing the first one he could get his hands on and shoving them harshly into the wall with a loud crack.
"Are you fucking dumb?!" Hyunjin yelled, his fists tightening on the alpha's shirt pushing him further into the wall.
Hyunjin felt another of the alphas shove his shoulder, causing the grip Hyunjin had to loosen enough for the alpha once in his grip to slump down to the floor.
"She's unclaimed. Unmarked. She's no one's!" The alpha that had shoved Hyunjin argued, moving into Hyunjin's space to only challenge him further.
"So?! Why act like animals?!" Seungmin yelled in the distance, shoving the alpha in front of him harshly.
"We are animals!" The alpha responded, shoving Seungmin back with a stronger intensity and forcing Seungmin down onto the ground.
Hyunjin's body was burning with rage. He felt outnumbered, but he didn't care, all he cared about was getting you out of here safely, and he didn't care how he had to do that.
Tightening his fist, Hyunjin swung a punch at the alpha that had shoved him and all hell broke loose. Limbs scrambling to dominate the other. Grunts and groans echoing out around the sounds of fists colliding with skin, the soft sounds of you crying urging Hyunjin on to punish the ones who dared make his mate feel this way.
Hyunjin had found himself on top of one of the other alphas, throwing punch after punch into the weakened alpha below him. Changbin -Hyunjin's pack member and fellow alpha - had joined the fight, grappling anyone that tried to lay a hand on Hyunjin.
An ear piercing whistle suddenly erupted from the entryway accompanied by a very angry, authoritarian growl.
"BREAK IT THE FUCK UP."
Head alpha Chan was the look of disappointment, accompanied by his mate and fellow head alphas of the packs in attendance tonight.
Everyone's movements halted, all attention given to the leaders in the room.
Chan's mate swiftly made her way to your side and took you protectively into her arms, ushering you toward the front door to get you away from the situation.
Hyunjin couldn't stop himself, his wolf still controlling his decision making and a loud growling emitted from him, wanting to be the only one comforting you.
"Hyunjin. Go." Chan ordered, moving into the room, the other head alphas assisting as they rounded up the other suspects in the room, wanting to know exactly what had occurred.
Hyunjin didn't wait to be told again, rushing out the front door to catch up with you and Chan's mate.
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You were confused, humiliated and ashamed at what you had just experienced. Their advances lingering on your skin, hand prints weighing down like bruises, even though they had barely touched you, the ideas alone at the intention behind their eyes and between their words, were enough to terrify you for life.
You had met Chan's mate a few times prior to today, she was another alpha, sweet in nature and very protective of her pack. The look on her face was one of disappointment in the other pack's alphas, but she was more concerned for your wellbeing, her arms tightening around you as she rushed you toward the curb of the front yard.
"Are you hurt?" She asked, once you made it to the property line, stretching her arms enough to begin inspecting your exterior for injuries.
You sucked back in some tears, trying to calm yourself down now you were out of the house and in the safe presence of a pack member.
"I-I'm okay." You reassured her, but she gave you a look that told you she didn't believe it.
"Y/N!" Hyunjin's voice called to you from back near the entrance of the house.
You turned to see your mate rushing over to you, his black locks tussled from the fight he'd just endured, cuts and some forming bruises on his arms and face that would already be healing, visible even from this distance.
You broke from Chan's mate's hold, rushing over to Hyunjin instinctively, wanting only to be in his arms where you felt most safe.
Chan's mate eyed the two of you carefully as Hyunjin took you into his embrace firmly, his nose nuzzling into the skin of your neck, needing to scent you and remind his alpha you were okay.
"Hyunjin, tread carefully she's just been through an ordeal and she's..." Chan's mate tried to explain the situation to Hyunjin, but he already knew what she was about to say, and his irritability was only returning in full force.
"She's in heat. I'm aware." Hyunjin finished the sentence for her and you froze in Hyunjin's arms.
Felix and Jisung had told you about heats before, and now your symptoms from earlier and the overwhelming need to be near Hyunjin made perfect sense.
"I'm taking her home. Sort those bastards out. If I see them again, I'll kill them." Hyunjin warned, wrapping his arm around your waist, not wasting any time in walking away from Chan's mate.
"I'll talk with you later, take care of her Hyunjin!" Chan's mate called out, before heading back toward the house.
Hyunjin escorted you over to his car that was parked on the street, and opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were sorted, pulling your seat belt over you, before climbing into the driver's seat.
As soon as he was in the car he took your face in his hands, scanning over you, concern and sadness in his eyes.
"Angel, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Flecks of gold were still swirling in Hyunjin's eyes, his wolf was very much still present and he needed to know you were unharmed, otherwise he'd be leaving you in the car to finish what he'd started back in the house.
You nodded, turning your head in his hands to place a soft kiss on the scratches and forming bruised that resided on his knuckles.
"Are you okay?" You questioned him back, concerned about his injuries, despite knowing they would heal much faster than any human injury, but still you felt guilty for being the cause of the fight that broke out.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." He reassured you, leaning over the centre console to press a gentle kiss against your lips.
His lips on yours were sending shivers through you, over-riding your brain from focusing on anything but him. His scent was calming, the hint of rose petals that normally danced with lemons and fresh canvases, more overpowering than usual, making you dizzy as his lips moved with yours carefully.
Hyunjin always touched you delicately, but with the firmness of passion he wanted to share, like he was always holding himself back from giving you everything he desired.
He pulled away, just as you were trying to deepen the kiss and gave you a small smirk.
"Let's get you home, gorgeous."
The drive back to your apartment was silent, Hyunjin's hand was resting on the console, your hand thoroughly intertwined with his. Tension had filled the air, and the more his scent mixed with it the more your skin heated, the more arousal that pooled within you uncontrollably.
Hyunjin was biting his bottom lip, eyes trained to the road ahead, fighting the urge to pull the car over and claim you. Your scent was driving him insane with every breath of it he breathed in. Being in close proximity to you and without the hint of distress on your scent, he could tell you weren't fully into your heat, and it was probably going to hit you in full force tomorrow, but if his reactions were already like this, he couldn't imagine how he would react to you tomorrow.
The thoughts roaming in his mind had him stepping on the accelerator, just needing to have you closer to him in the comfort of your home, to touch every inch of your perfect body and erase the events of the night.
Arriving at your apartment complex, Hyunjin parked in your visitor bay, immediately racing around to assist you out of the car and pulling you into his side.
Locking the car over his shoulder, you both made your way up to your apartment with hast, neither of you wanting to waste another minute without your hands on each other.
Hyunjin's lips attached to your cheek peppering kisses there as soon as you were hidden in the elevator, his arms wrapped around you from behind. He nosed the spot over your scent gland and you shivered in his hold as he breathed your scent in deeply. You could feel the bulge in his pants begin to poke your backside and waves of heat were flushing through you, at every movement he made.
"I missed you so much." Hyunjin mumbled into your neck, pressing a calculated and delicate kiss over your scent gland, making you sigh out with a deep breath. His arms around you tightening to emphasis how much he missed you.
You leant into his touch, soaking in the alpha pheromones he had begun to release into the elevator at the reaction to your scent.
"I missed you too." You mused back, resting your head onto his shoulder allowing him more access to your neck.
You couldn't help the guilty feelings creep out form the back of your mind as you allowed Hyunjin to pamper you with his affection and you straightened up to address the moment with seriousness.
"I'm so sorry about the party, I hope I haven't caused any rift between the packs, I just had no idea that I was in heat and I should have been more caref-" Your words rushed out, turning into Hyunjin's hold to share your sincerity with him, but Hyunjin couldn't stand you blaming yourself for the situation and cut off your rambles with a simple kiss.
"Tonight was not your fault. It's mine, I should have made sure you understood what your heat meant and explained the risks of going out in public unmarked while in heat. Please forgive me." Hyunjin's face and voice were the peak of regret, eyebrows furrowed concerningly together and a soft frown on his plush, light pink lips. A look that you never wanted to see again.
You shook your head at his words, but before you could respond the elevator doors opened, and Hyunjin was shuffling you through the opened doors toward your apartment.
You placed a hand on his chest, abruptly stopping him at your closed apartment door, gaining his attention, his breath halting in his throat at the first action you had taken tonight to touch him.
"You don't need to be forgiven Hyune, I need to thank you. I'm incredibly lucky to have someone who will stand by me and defend me from the world." You admitted honestly, your fingertip tracing down the buttons of his shirt, noticing a few missing from the fight he'd been in earlier.
Hyunjin beamed down at you, not responding verbally, but instead punching in the code to your apartment and ushering you further in as he took your lips back onto his, slamming the door behind the two of you.
His hands were on you, roaming the exposed skin your outfit offered him, your scent driving him more insane now that he was in your place of comfort, your scent surrounding him in every pocket of air.
He was so caught up moving his lips against your own and feeling over every curve of your body, soaking in the whimpers and moans you breathed into him, that he almost missed the nest you had created on the floor of the living room as you passed the couch.
Hyunjin's entire body froze, his face snapping from yours to take in the 'pillow fort' you had so innocently created, not understanding the true meaning behind what you had formed.
You glanced at him with confused eyes, looking between him and the mess of hoodies, blankets and pillows, not piecing together what had stunned him so much.
"Hyune?" You questioned curiously, your hands on his shoulders going into his hair, tangling themselves in his black roots to control the movement of his head in your direction.
You gulped as you came face to face with glowing amber eyes, Hyunjin's instincts swallowing his normal brown orbs. His eyes zeroed in on yours, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you just knew there would be marks there in the morning, but you lived for the sting of pleasure they provided.
"You made a pretty nest for us?" He asked breathing heavily, a low growling emitting from his chest and you just knew he was holding on to the last strings of control that were so eager to snap.
You blinked at him innocently, understanding the term he spoke about from talks with Felix and Jisung, but never connecting the dots until now.
"I-I.." You were at a loss for words, shocked by your own actions.
Hyunjin stared at you intensely, pulling you against him harder so your bodies were impossibly closer together, craving your skin against his own and growing irritated with the amount of clothing you still wore. But he had to try and remain calm, this was your first heat, he hadn't even marked you yet and he didn't want to scare you.
"My perfect angel of a mate, you have no idea how good you smell right now." Hyunjin breathed out slowly, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he took in more slow breaths to try and calm his alpha.
You felt yourself overheat at his words, your panties dampening with an unseen amount of arousal and you knew Hyunjin could smell it in the way his tongue came out of his lips to lick slowly over them.
"Hyunjin I want you." You whispered into the space between you, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips, contemplating whether or not he should give in or not.
You tightened your grip on his roots, Hyunjin let out a grunt of approval as you tilted his head back from yours so you could look into his eyes.
"Careful. I won't be able to control myself. My alpha wants to breed you so fucking bad." Hyunjin warned you, biting down into his bottom lip as his eyes glared at you with an intensity that reached your soul.
"Why don't you breed me then?"
Hyunjin's eyes grew impossibly lighter in shades of amber, his chest vibrating another low growl as he continued to remind himself over and over again that he didn't want to unleash his desires on you just yet.
"Gorgeous, I don't want to scare you. I'm pretty sure your heat has triggered my rut, I could lose myself to you. Are you really prepared to see me like that?" Hyunjin asked carefully, softening his grip on your hips after noticing the crescent like fingernail marks he was leaving in them.
You detangled your fingers from his hair and moved them down to caress his cheeks, taking his face into your hands to match the intimacy of his actions.
"Hyunjin, you could never scare me. I want you to make me yours. I love you." You finally admitted the words you'd been holding on to.
You hadn't meant to hold onto them for this long, but everything had been happening so quickly in your life and you needed to take some form of control. You knew you loved Hyunjin from the moment you met him, but you wanted the first time you told him the truth, to be a moment where it wasn't just about your undeniable connection bestowed upon you by the moon goddess. You wanted it to be human, real and raw.
Hyunjin's eyes glistened shades of amber and deep brown, the two parts of himself colliding into each other as he looked over you with so much love and adoration it made your head spin.
He barely got out a response of "I love you so much" before his lips were on yours again, his hands roughly roaming over every inch of you, desperately ripping any clothing that got in the way of his touch on your skin.
Instead of maneuvering you to the bedroom like he had originally planned, he spun you toward the nest you had built, throwing you down onto the pile of pillows surrounded by hoodies and blankets.
He crowded over you, his lips moving to the space of your neck, breathing in your aroused scent harshly and letting out a loud moan at the taste of you on his lips.
"You smell so good, want to fuck you so bad baby, you want me to breed you little omega?" Hyunjin had finally let go of the concern he was holding onto, just wanting to give in to the pleasure he knew he could provide you, the pleasure you wanted so badly.
Your body was burning for him, steaming with anticipation of the promises Hyunjin growled at you in his husky smooth voice and you ripped open his shirt, breaking off the remaining buttons, exposing his chest to you.
Hyunjin grunted at your actions, taking your exposed breasts into his hands in response and kneading them, and toying with your hardened buds as you arched up into his touch.
"I need you Hyune, want to feel you." You begged, rutting your hips upwards to grind against his clothed bulge. Hyunjin moaned at the contact, his hands gripping the fabric of your mini skirt and tearing it in two completely off of you.
You gasped at his actions, but Hyunjin didn't miss your eyes rolling back, more aroused slick slipping from you and dampening your already soaked panties. And Hyunjin could smell how sweet it was.
His cock was massive, angry, red tipped and veins were straining under the skin as he pulled it from his pants, discarding them to the couch. It was demanding to be buried deep within you, pumping his seed there to make sure it stuck.
You whimpered as you watched him kneel back in between your legs, his golden eyes roaming over the entirety of your body salivating at the vision of you in front of him.
You were already lost in lust, appreciative of Hyunjin taking his time to really view you, but you were getting impatient. You reached down ripping your panties in the same way he had just torn your skirt.
Hyunjin let out another low growl, shocked by your sudden display and that was the final straw for him.
"Fuck baby, come here." He cursed, hands pulling on your hips so you slid further down on the pillows, your core landing directly on his cock.
You arched into him, encouraging him with another rut of your hips.
"P-please Hyune, need you." But you didn't need to beg, Hyunjin was lowering himself down, his arms resting either side of your head, leaning down to take your lips against his as you felt his massive cock breach your entrance.
Even with the slick that was pouring out of you, you felt the sting of the stretch, but Hyunjin's arms were there caressing you in his embrace, his head finding it's place back in your neck.
He groaned against your skin, allowing himself to be completely absorbed in your scent, the feeling of your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him and your soft pleasured whimpering that filled his ears.
He grinded his hips, pushing more of his cock into your cunt and you whined in surprise at how electric it felt to be filled by the one that was made for you, your other half, your mate.
"You're taking me so well angel, fuck, you feel so good." Hyunjin praised against your neck, licking over the same scent gland he'd been obsessing over all night.
"S-So full... fuck." You moaned back reaching down to hold onto your thighs, opening yourself up more for him.
"You can take more baby, you're made for me. Take all of me." Hyunjin groaned, snapping his hips forward so the rest of his cock slipped in, bottoming you out with a squeal echoing out of you and around the room at the extra stretch.
You felt him in the deepest parts of you, that you thought no one would reach, your walls squeezing down on him. Your bodies were radiating a scorching heat against each other, every rock of Hyunjin's hips was clouding up your mind, forgetting everything prior to this moment.
One of Hyunjin's hands found yours on your thigh and gently nudged it away, taking control of your leg and pushing it up toward your chest, seeking a new depth.
Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, moans exploding out of you at the new angle as he pumped himself faster into you, his kisses on your neck growing soppy and desperate.
Your heart was melting under his detailed touch, from the way his hand on your thigh occasionally kneaded the flesh there almost in a comforting manner, to the way his hips grinded into you at the exact moment his lips sucked marks into your neck, as if he was claiming you in both aspects.
The smell of roses and salty lemon was in full strength as sweat covered his body, his hips moving with more vigor, his cock scraping against your walls with every motion.
Your wolf was going crazy, just as much as his was, giving them both what they had been desiring. Two hearts melting into one. Just as the thought crossed your mind, Hyunjin left your neck to stare down at you, his amber eyes blown out with lust and lips puffy and swollen.
"I-I'm not going to last much longer, needed you for so long." Hyunjin moaned, his hips stuttering in confirmation of his words and you nodded uncontrollably eager, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you.
"Claim me. I'm yours Hyune, always have been." You whined, tilting your head to the side in both pleasure and submission, signally your acceptance to your bond.
You had thought frequently about the conversation you had with Hyunjin a few days after you met. You both wanted to take things slow regardless of the thread of fate that bound you both together. You wanted to learn the minds of each other, grow together and you both wanted your first time together to be special. But now that you were both here, your bond had unravelled only to tighten back together stronger than ever.
You needed him, wanted him, desired him. You wanted no one else in this life, there was no one else in this life for you. He was your alpha, you were his omega and you had never felt such intense emotions before, but they didn't scare you, not with Hyunjin. Hyunjin made you feel complete. He was your beginning and end. You wanted it all with him, you wanted him.
Hyunjin leaned down, grinding his hips deliciously into your clit, creating extra stimulation that had you reeling close to the edge as he took your lips into his.
His lips moved with purpose, it was a final hesitation to give you one more opportunity to reject him. The fact he was always this careful with you, always this caring, it only made you realise more how utterly perfect he was and made you love him tenfold.
When he moved his lips to your cheeks, your jawline, you felt a fiery path chase them, anticipation filling your body with a desire that was unfathomable. Your walls tightening around him, your body responding to him in ways you couldn't control. Your hand remaining on your leg, abandoned it to find homage in his blackened locks, securing themselves around their roots, locking him in place at the position on your neck he had been so intently drawn to all night.
Hyunjin was lost in you, lost in your scent, lost in the way you moaned so sweetly for him, lost in how you so prettily displayed your submission for him. But he was also found in you. You were the home he had been searching for, the love he'd been craving, the words he could never find, placed perfectly in your mouth as you spoke to him with such sincerity.
You wanted to be his, and his you would be.
"You're mine, angel and I am yours." Hyunjin trailed the words over the skin of your neck like a tattoo, landing over the junction of your neck and shoulder. Licking the space there before sinking his canines into you.
You gasped at the sudden sting on your neck, convulsing in his hold as his hips grinded into you at a wild, animalist speed and his groans only matched the intensity.
Your heart was exploding with colours you couldn't identify, your mind ascending to the heavens as you felt your skin fizzle with pleasure.
Your orgasm wasn't only of pleasure, but joy, hope and an intimacy that could only be shared through the bond you had just forged.
Your walls were clamping down on him and you could feel his cock expanding within you, only making the tightness more pleasurable.
Hyunjin shook against you, releasing his canines from your neck as he lapped over the mark, pressing kisses there in between moans as he felt his knot catch, begging for release.
"You're mine. All mine. My pretty little omega, my mate. I'm gonna fill you so well." Hyunjin was completely consumed, his wolf babbling all of his hearts desires into your neck as his hot seed shot out, painting your walls with all the colours you couldn't identify. His heart bleeding out for you and filling yours.
Your hands clutched at him, dragging him further into you. Your sweaty bodies entwining in more ways than one as you locked yourselves together, breaths mixing as his lips met again with yours, not wanting the moment to end.
Hyunjin rolled carefully next to you, your bodies still attached at the hip and he pulled you into him, cuddling into your side with a gentle kiss to your cheek.
Nothing was said, you both coming down from your highs and basking in the emotion that danced around the nest you had subconsciously created for the two of you.
Hyunjin's eyes were half lidded, staring in wonderstruck at the mating mark he'd left on you and his hand raised to allow his finger to delicately trace the lines of the already healing flesh.
"I will never let anyone harm you again." He spoke softly, his voice coarse from moaning and you made a note of how heavenly raw he sounded after sex.
You looked at him with a soft smile, your own hand reaching up to trace the fading marks that remained from the fight.
"And I you. That is the last time you take a punch for me Jinnie."
Hyunjin let out a soft chuckle, feeling his knot begin to deflate as his heart only inflated at the new nickname you'd bestowed upon him.
"I will take thousands of punches for you my love, as long as you're safe and for as long as I live."
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the-modern-typewriter Β· 3 months
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Would you be willing to do more enemies to lover tropes in hero x villain?
"You have a date?"
"If you don't want me to date other people, screw me yourself."
There was a beat of absolute silence. The hero abruptly realized what they'd said. They whirled to face the villain, eyes wide. "I didn't mean - that is - I don't know why I just said that."
Everyone around the room was gaping at the two of them.
The villain's head tilted, oh so slowly, to the side. Their gaze burned into the hero.
"I was being flippant," the hero said.
"Mm."
"You know, because you're possessive."
"Am I?" The villain's voice was silken.
"So I was just getting in there before you said something snippy."
"Oh? Is that what you were doing?"
The hero glared at them, face hot, stomach fluttering.
"Leave us," the villain said.
Everyone around them scattered.
The hero cleared their throat, not speaking until the last door had fallen closed. They wrenched their gaze away to anything, anywhere, except them. "It's not a serious date. I mean - they're not you."
The thing, whatever they were calling it, that they had with the villain was infinitely complex. Consuming. They were the most important person to the villain, and vice versa, and they both knew it but...
But they'd never kissed. They'd certainly never slept together.
Sure, the hero would probably get antsy if they thought the villain was going out with someone who might become first priority. But it wasn't - they weren't - the hero hadn't even been the one to bring up the bloody date!
The villain rose to their feet.
"You're walking dangerously close to one of our lines, hero mine," they warned softly. They sauntered closer, seemingly lazy, except that was the one thing that they never were. "You look startled enough that I can believe it was an accident. We could forget about it."
The hero watched them, a little mesmerized, heart pounding. The villain stopped in front of them.
The hero opened their mouth.
The villain tapped their lip. "Ah, ah. You're not getting away with another flippant comment after that. Think."
The hero closed their mouth. They swallowed.
It was a truth universally acknowledged that when the air between them began to crackle, the hero would say something snarky or careless to diffuse the tension. Nine times out of ten, the villain went along with it. Eight times out of ten, the hero didn't say something quite so dumb in a room full of witnesses.
It wasn't fear. It was terrifying, but it wasn't fear. It would have been so much easier if they were simply scared.
The villain set their hands on either side of the armchair the hero sat in. The hero let themselves be bracketed in with the same slow deliberation as the villain had approached them.
The hero exhaled a breath.
"Good," the villain murmured, studying them. "Now. Would you like to take that back?"
The hero said a lot of crap to the villain that they never took back. They were the only one who did. They watched the villain for a beat, every atom wondering what it would be like if the villain's hands slipped from their careful placement on furniture onto flesh.
The dates weren't like that. The dates were never like this.
But, lord, it would be such a stupid thing to do to cross that line.
The hero tipped their chin up, holding the villain's gaze again. "Do you want me to take it back?"
"If you don't, I'm definitely taking what you said as a challenge."
"Ah, yeah. That's fair." The hero wet their dry lips. "Fair warning."
"So?"
It had happened before. A threshold moment. A teetering. The villain's eyes would go dark, like they currently were, tracking everything. They'd let it go, though. If the hero asked. They always did. For all of their obvious possessiveness, the villain was never the one who brought it up.
"So," the hero dared, before they could stop themselves.
The villain's eyes notched another inch darker, more molten. Their nails dug into the upholstery.
The hero shivered; delicious and awful all at once. Intoxicating.
"So you were being flippant?" the villain prompted.
"So flippant. Unforgivably reckless. I mean, we're a terrible idea."
"The worst," the villain agreed. "Your dates are much sweeter."
"You can be sweet. When you want to be."
The villain clicked their tongue, warning.
The hero grinned back at them. Wild. Drunk, perhaps, on the vertigo of such reckless possibility, such foolish wanting.
They were at the line again. The hero was boldly brushing it with their toe, smudging at it, taunting.
The villain waited.
"You're sweet to me," the hero said. "Despite yourself." They leaned in, and up. "Tell me to stop."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No."
"No," the villain echoed. Then they grabbed the hero by the hair and kissed them.
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blackopals-world Β· 5 months
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Examination
FemMarine Biologist!Yuu x Azul Ashengrotto
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Learning about the human body is necessary for Azul's research but he needs more info on the feminine body.
Warnings: Smut, body worship, fingering, intercourse and light sub/dom dynamics. Breeding kink
(This is too fucking long!)
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If you asked Yuu why she was here she couldn't give you a confident answer. She had never done anything like this she swore.
Besides this was innocent research. She understood that very well. However she had never been on the receiving end.
"I've read that male and female humans differ in many ways." Azul had said.
"Yes, sexual dimorphism is expressed differently in land mammals. But I don't know enough about the specifics of that, i don't study mammals." She responded.
"But you have a female body." He placed a hand on his chin in thought.
Yuu can't remember when she agreed to this but she had none the least. Azul even had her sign a consent form.
Now she was sitting on Azul's bed dressed in only her underwear, waiting for him to come back.
Suddenly the door opened and Yuu held back a yelp as she was startled.
"Sorry, about that. I needed to make sure that we won't be interpreted." Azul said but he didn't really pay any attention to Yuu as he placed his hat on the hat stand and placed his scarf on the coat rack along with his overcoat.
Yuu watched patiently but nervously. Azul moved with purpose and wasted no time taking care of his guest.
Dressed only in a white dress shirt and slacks Azul leaned over the shaking girl.
"Do you remember our agreement?" He asked as a playful smile graced his lips.
"You get to study me and I get permission to study Octavinelle mer students." She said.
"Good girl." He hadn't said it yet but the exam had already begun has his eyes racked across her form. "Now hold still."
Azul pulled off his white gloves before taking hold of Yuu face.
Soft plump cheeks cushioned his fingers. Pretty doe eyes stared up at him. And sweet rose petal-like lips practically begged him to taste.
"I see. Female humans naturally attract their mates with their lips. Perhaps that is why they use makeup, to enhance their appeal. Very clever." Azul said.
He lightly pressed his thumb against Yuu's bottom lip. Soft, almost silky with an almost shine.
Reflexively Yuu tried to lick her lips only to find Azul's finger between her lips. Azul felt the soft wet appendage lap against his finger, unintentionally seductive.
She blushed but was this really the time time to consider indecency at this point? She tried to relax as Azul pulled away.
He had proven his hypothesis was correct and filed that information away for later.
The exam continued as Azul ran his hands down Yuu's shoulders and arms. He paused at her neck, squeezing gently, and watched as she gasped and her chest jumped only for a moment.
Yuu let out a small whine and Azul paused and waited for her to calm down before placing a comforting kiss on her cheek and continuing.
He placed his hand on either side of her waist. The natural dip in her torso made a perfect place for his hands.
Azul found himself enraptured by the feeling of the skin against his own. It was different from a mers, not scaly or slick with membrane. It was smooth, dry, soft, delicate, and so warm. Warmer than his own. He felt like his hands alone weren't enough to truly feel.
Yuu noticed the lost expression on Azul's face. And realized that Azul had probably never seen a belly bottom and assumed that's what had given him pause.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. It's just the first wound you get when you're born. It's a mammal thing." She said pulling Azul closer until until the side of his face was pressed against her belly in an instinctive comforting gesture. Like how her mother would when she was pregnant and Yuu was scared of touching her belly. Though right now there was no baby in there.
Azul hadn't even really noticed the strange divot he knew what it was even if it was foreign to him. His brain was too busy short-circuiting as he felt the expanse of warm flesh against his skin.
It felt divine.
Any sea creature from the deep knew the cold abyss. When Azul who lived near the coastal shelf knew warmer waters but the waters were cool all the same.
This warmth that radiated off Yuu was so soothing he wanted to bury himself there and never leave. The flowery scent with a hint of sea salt that permeated Yuu's skin was only a welcoming addition.
Before he realized he had begun nuzzling against Yuu's bare stomach, his lips grazing her skin.
Yuu giggled as Azul tickled her before-
"Mmn, Azul...your glasses." She whined.
Azul's glasses were digging into her skin. Pinching unpleasantly but also cold from the glass pressing against the usually unexposed skin.
Azul snapped out of his trance, his face blushed a purplish color.
"Right, my apologies." He said pulling away "We should focus."
"We? What we? You started this." Yuu huffing internally missing the warmth that surrounded her waist.
She didn't have time to ponder that further as a hand cupped under her breast. Azul gently squeezed Yuu's clothed chest. The satin bra was unassuming and not something Yuu would call sexy at all. If this was supposed to be a sexual encounter or at the very least she had more time to plan she'd put on something more lacy. Not that she had something like that, when would she have time to buy something like that?
Yuu was lost in thought but Azul was losing patience for Yuu to return. He not so gently just pulled the bra's hem up and watched as Yuu's breast bounced as they fell from their cloth prison.
"They are bigger than I thought. Something about things in small packages." Azul thought to himself.
Yuu had snapped out of it as she blushed and wrapped her arms around her chest.
"You should warn me. You know human girls don't just show their boobs to just any guy like that." She pouted.
Azul gave her an unamused glare with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm quite aware of something so basic. However how am I supposed to study you if you hide? Besides you agreed to show me." He chided.
Still he wasn't a monster. He let her relax and mentally prepare.
She slowly pulled her arms away and moved to take of her bra. Then she placed the garment aside, feeling exposed.
Azul was curious about this portion of biology. Mammals produced milk from these things. From what he heard they are deemed more attractive the larger they are. (Don't listen to him flat is justice! Every size is best size!) It must be evolutionary, as the bigger they are the more milk is produced which would be better for offspring. Yuu's were a decent size.
Nothing compared to those idiol characters Idia was obsessed with though.
Azul measured by placing his hand over one breast and noticed how it filled his hand, even spilling over. It seemed his hands weren't big enough.
(Don't ask me what a normal breast size is. I have size E and back pain.)
Azul gave the breast an experimental squeeze and watched how it molded to his grasp. It was so soft and squishy.
But there was no milk. He had assumed that it would just come out with a bit of pressure.
"Perhaps it only comes out when a child drinks from them. It would be a pain if it dripped out so the body must reserve as much as possible this way." Azul assumed very wrongly.
Like any man, he was curious about the taste.
Without hesitation, he latched onto one of Yuu's breast and sucked.
Yuu yelped in surprise before stifling a moan. Her brain forgot to she could move as she froze in place.
Azul however couldn't taste anything as he used his tongue to lap at her nipple to encourage the nonexistent milk to come out.
He found that he liked the feeling of toying with the nub and feeling Yuu jolt under his touch.
Still, he wondered why it wasn't coming out. Disappointed Azul reluctantly unlatched.
"Where's the milk?" He asked, you'd almost think he was an innocent kitten if you didn't know better.
Yuu on the other hand felt flustered and flabbergasted. She couldn't even control her volume.
'What milk?!" She yelled genuinely concerned.
After a brief explanation Yuu realized that mer people weren't educated on stuff like this. Which makes sense, they don't have milk glands.
"Mammals don't produce milk unless they are pregnant or have given birth. It drys up after they stop feeding. It's hormones that causes it to start." Yuu explains.
"So no milk?" Azul was more disappointed than he thought he would be.
"Not necessarily, it can still happen with repeated stimulus to the chest or hormonal changes." Yuu said.
Yuu suddenly felt nervous from the glint in Azul's eyes. He really wasn't letting this go. Did he plan to use her as a deluxe dairy cow or something?
Unfortunately, Yuu wasn't getting any respite anytime soon as Azul began toying with Yuu panties. His curiosity was enough to kill 100 cats.
Seeing as his goofy antics from earlier had successfully disarmed Yuu she surrendered her undergarments to the Kraken.
Only to realize suddenly she was bare and Azul was still very much dressed.
It didn't matter either way as Azul spread her legs to get a good look. He examined the shape of Yuu's body. The hips were wide unlike a male body, he knew for a fact that it was because that was where children come from. He had heard the phrase once "child bearing hips". This was probably what they meant.
Considering everything he had heard about what human males considered attractive he could say with certainty that Yuu was indeed a high-value woman. Flawless even.
What human wouldn't want her?
That thought however made his gut twist.
Regardless he just wanted to study her.
He refocused on examining what he believed was the vaginal slit. He used his finger to spread it and felt Yuu squirm under his touch. It was very pink and wet, even light touches coated his fingers.
Yuu whimpered as Azul poked and prodded especially when his fingers brushed her clit.
"It's so wet. Why?" Azul asked, he had likened it to the slime-like mucus that merpeople produce to protect their skin but this was different.
'I-Its umm. I don't know what to call it. There isn't a good name. It's just a lubricant women make when they anticipate intercourse. It's not something we control, it just happens." Yuu covered their eyes in embarrassment.
"Wouldn't it be annoying to be this wet all the time though, being a land dweller and all? It's running down your legs now." Although he said this he continued to rub his thumb against Yuu's clit enjoying her squirm and writhe.
"I-ahh just ma-make more mmn than normal I guess. Yuu tried to adjust to escape Azul's curious hands.
Azul on the other hand didn't like this. He was having fun now and maybe the twins were rubbing off on him. It would be boring if he stopped now and he was learning so much. Like how to make her feel good.
Azul placed both his hands on the underside of Yuu's thighs and not so gently pushed forward causing her to fall backwards onto the bed.
Yuu shuttered, feeling more exposed but didn't dislike it. She had been worried not about Azul accidentally hurting her but about what he thought of her. It's only natural. Revealing your body to someone else is like parading yourself to be judged. What if he didn't like what he saw? Surely his beauty standards are different from what he is familiar with.
Female octopuses are bigger than males for one thing and she wasn't nearly as tall as Azul in his human form let alone his colossal mer form. She didn't have a colorful tail or the ethereal beauty of a coastal mermaid or the strength and cunning of a deep sea mermaid. She was just human. A clumsy, small, scatterbrained hu-.
"It looks like an oyster," Azul said interrupting her train of thought again.
Yuu resisted the urge to kick him in the head.
"Choose your next words carefully." Yuu warned him.
Not that she didn't like oysters. She liked mollusks. They were marvelous creatures. But the white-grey colors of oysters were not something she wanted to associate with her not-so-private anymore area.
"If it's not like one then why is it hiding a pearl," Azul asked pulling back the clitoral hood to reveal the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Explain what it is then. You shake whenever I touch it."
"It's my clit." Yuu was probably more embarrassed than ever before. " It made up of nerve endings so it's sensitive. It feels really good when you touch it."
It would be easier to explain if Azul could keep his hands off for even a second as he stroked and teased her clit. Especially when she finished explaining. Immediately he began applying more pressure and watched Yuu whimper and moan.
Yuu writhed and wanted to beg Azul to slow down but it felt so good her mind was going blank. Her back arched against the sheets as Azul only sped up.
"Azul! Please. I going to cum! Please!" Yuu cried.
"Do it. I want to see." Azul said completely unaffected, as though he was telling her to do a small task.
It was like electricity running through her body. Her throat felt tight. And her mind felt like it was full of cotton. As she came down her body felt fragile as muscles in her body twitched.
It felt amazing but at the same time, she felt defenseless.
Azul must have found it in his heart to go easy on her and comfort the poor thing as he pulled her up to lean on his shoulder.
"Good girl." He repeated over and over as he stroked her head.
After some time Yuu had come down and got her bearings. Thinking however was too taxing. If that wasn't the case she might have objected to Azul going for round two, however small that chance was.
This time the octopus was curious about else. The hole down there.
Honestly, the entire species is too smart for their own good if it means they point their none existent noses into everything.
Azul wasn't dense enough not to know the basics of intercourse. He just didn't get the whole baby thing.
Mers lay eggs. Though most end up duds at least one hatches. In recent generations, most families have had a nursery to store an egg or two to make certain they hatch.
All of that seemed normal. But human baby birth seemed impossible.
Such a large mass and such a little opening? Without dying?
"Do children really come from here?" Azul asked out loud, his fingers exploring Yuu's drenched pussy further.
"Were else?" Yuu mumbled absent-mindedly trying to ignore Azul's probing and bury her head in his shoulder .
Azul responded by pushing another finger inside causing Yuu to groan.
Azul hadn't thought about his own reactions so far. Of course he was turned on. That's only the natural response to exploring another body. He didn't put meaning to that so he had no trouble not acting on it.
But then he added Yuu to the equation it was just a body. It was now Yuu's body he was touching, Yuu's voice he was hearing, and Yuu's eyes looking at him. And that was exciting.
Her body responded to his touch beautifully. It was begging for him clearly by how wet she was. She said that her body anticipates intercourse so who was he to ignore that call.
Azul pulled back taking a good look at Yuu's face. Reddish cheeks, unfocused eyes and a pair of tempting lips ready to be taken. And for the first time, he took them.
Yuu protested but only for a moment in surprise before melting in Azul grasp. Only letting out a defeated moan.
When they pulled away Azul shifted to sitting at the head of the beg and pulled Yuu to join him.
The silent agreement between them about what would happen next was clear. Though both weren't bold enough to say it out loud.
When Azul felt his member slide against her wetness he could feel just how hot it was. The urge to bury himself deep in that warmth returned. To sink as deep as possible and never come out like finding a cave with a warm current flowing through it and wanting to make it your own.
When he finally sank into that blissful warmth he could barely control himself. It was so tight, wrapping around him like a silk glove.
Yuu's arms wrapped around him. Caressing his face before pulling him to a kiss. Her legs around his hips pulling him deeper.
Azul would say later that he conducted himself with dignity and was a composed gentle lover but he was not nearly experienced enough to do that. No, he was a selfish creature at heart and like any selfish being, he took.
His mind was clouded as he roughly took her. Every thrust was firm and deep. He could only think about Yuu. Her beautiful body molded against his own as she cried his name.
"Azul, please more. So good." She said in fragmented sentences as she held on for dear life.
That's right. He was good.
And she was his. She chose this. Chose him.
Then those emotions from earlier reared their ugly head. His Yuu, his beautiful Yuu could end up falling prey to another. She so easily fell into his hands what's stopping someone else from tricking her into their bed?
She was incredibly smart. An expert in marine research. A dedicated scientist. But she was naive and easily fooled.
His poor Yuu.
He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let anyone have her. He had to claim her.
Azul had a vice-like grip on those full hips as he began hammering inside. His brain taken with only the base desire.
To breed.
To claim.
To make her his and only his.
Full and ready to take him at any time.
His mind was lost in a sea of daydreams where she was heavy with their child.
"You'll be a wonderful mother." He whispered in her ear telling her exactly what his intentions were.
Yuu whimpered in response. She couldn't even speak but she clung harder grinding her hips harder against Azul. Safe to say she liked the idea.
Azul could feel himself on the edge as he fully buried himself and as his climax took him he used every thrust to make sure not a drop was wasted.
Yuu had already came her body sensitive and exhausted.
They basked in the afterglow. Curiosity sated and something else lingering in its place.
Azul realized that he might have done something really stupid just now.
Yuu was glad that today was a safe day and that they were on the pill. Not that she'd tell Azul that. That was leverage after all.
Azul didn't know this but Yuu was naive but she wasn't stupid. Having Azul play baby daddy for a few months has benefits.
He wasn't going anywhere.
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