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star-named-riddle · 1 year

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Women of the House of Black Fest

Seeing how @womenofthehouseofblack has put together a very cool festival that happens to have fed my plot bunnies to the point of frenzy, and since shameless self-promoting of fics has been advocated for... here's a list of fics I wrote, in no particular order, about women of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

As always, please heed the tags and the warnings.

The Black Sisters

In your sleep you shed your armour - under 2K, T+

"Narcissa pushed the door to her sister's bedroom open to a bloodcurdling scream that made her cover her ears. She kept them covered as she assessed the scene before her. The screaming turned into loud sobbing, and Narcissa jumped to action." One shot, written for several prompts

The Flower Sister to His Star - 1.5K, T+

During the Spring of 1980, the Malfoys and the Lestranges assemble. Rodolphus recognizes someone's worth

To Not See and Dare, To Look Away and Lose - 3.5K, T+

During a birthday party at the Blacks, Andromeda decides to dare, and Bellatrix loses a sister anyway. Blind!AU

Narcissa

Preparing - 3K, T+

Lucius and Narcissa cuddle by the fire, making preparations for the arrival of their child.

Eden has fallen, but still I have you - 1.5K, T+

"This manor had once been their haven, but no more. They had invited the shadows in, and the monster had followed."

The Nurturing of a Flower - 3.5K, T+

"She will come home, my love," he whispers in her ear in the morning, "I will bring our sweet star of darkness back." The Malfoys kept a secret from Delphini, Lucius must deal with the consequences. Independent side piece to Birds become Dragons, reads as a one-shot. Also, written for several prompts.

Andromeda

I'd Rather Be Me - under 3K, T+

"The varnish cracked and the oil melted as she walked to the front door, and the figure of Andromeda disappeared at the end of the street as the portrait burned away." Andromeda sheds the name of Black

The World Crumbled Around Her - 2K, T+

At night, in Hogwarts, a wizard and a witch come together, only to show their true colours and shatter all they had.

As We Revolve Around the Sun - 1.5K, T+

The first year after the Battle, seen through Andromeda's eyes One shot, written for several prompts, set just after the war

Bellatrix

Icarus, perhaps Prometheus (no matter, the gods always come for you) - under 3K, T+

A day at the beach, and impending doom on the horizon

Better Half, Darker Half - 2.5K, M

Bellatrix and Rodolphus are a match meant to be, the perfect pair of servants to the Darkness, more so on a night to remember One-shot, set during the First Wizarding War, written for several prompts

So Be It - 3.5K, M

In an AU where the Augurey is born seventeen years earlier, a prophecy remains. Though some things shall never happen, the tally of death remains the same.

Pé na Tábua - 3.5K, T+

Bellatrix wants more from life and she has but one chance to get what she desires. She is not wasting it, so she must make an impression tonight.

And last but not least, for the Bellamort shippers

Harvest Moon - 3.5K, M

A very special birthday is celebrated during the First Wizarding War. Warning for explicit murder and torture of both adults and children, as well as a hint of lemon zest (It's Bellamort, people, what else)

in the smallest pieces (there was still us) - 5K total, T+/M

30 Bellamort little bits Prompts as chapter titles

There's no stopping your plans and those slow hands - 20K, M

AU! Arranged Marriage Bellatrix expected to be married to Rodolphus soon after graduation. However, a certain wizard has returned to Britain, and all that was planned is now uncertain.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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You’re my one - pretty please marauders seeing u / fucking u in a bunny costume for halloween for the first time !! thank u :))

come celebrate 2.5K with me!

You’re my one - send me a scenario and a character and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. going to an art museum with spencer reid)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Fuck," Remus hisses, his cock stretching your cunt as James's stretches your lips, "Such a pretty little bunny."

Sirius stalks around the three of you, watching as Remus holds you facing-down on his lap, so that your mouth fits perfectly over James's erection while Remus is able to fuck into you from below.

"Got the prettiest ears," Sirius croons, fingers brushing softly against your costume, "The prettiest nose," He'd painted it pink himself, with a bit of blush that was seldom used in your makeup bag, "The prettiest tail." He eyes the plug that Remus had slipped into you earlier, the end adorned with a pretty cottontail, "Dressed up all perfect, just for us."

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lynmbo · 2 years

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Shiver with a Friend (One-Shot)

Viktor x GN!Reader

Category: Fluff/Romance

One Shot

Content Warnings: None

Synopsis: After years of subtle flirting between the two of you, Viktor finally confesses his feelings while he walks you back to your dorm in the snow from a party.

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Notes: AHHHHH woah more content! I have Silco brain rot heavily right now, so I hope I did Viktor justice. This piece was named after a Dodie song called “Party Tattoos” and the lyric “shiver but shiver with a friend” (and recent weather) inspired me to write this.

Also, one other thing, “Zaya” means “bunny” in Russian. I use it in here so I just wanted to relay that information for those who weren’t aware.

Please, enjoy! <3 (Because I am currently panicking about how this might actually be horrible)

The party had ended a little later than anticipated for the both of you, hearing classical music resuming out into the hall as you and Viktor closed the door to the large ballroom, social batteries running low.

When the both of you were finally able to leave, he looked down at you, a slight smirk apparent on his face as he shut the door behind him and stuffed his arms into his coat sleeves, sliding it over his arms.

“What are you smirking at?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowed as you followed suit, pulling your arms through the holes of the light jacket you had brought with you. He placed a free hand that hadn’t been gripping his cane on top of your head, messing up the hair you spent hours on before the party.

“What are you- hey!” You exclaimed, going to move his hand from your head before he spoke up, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to try and gently remove it.

“Oh, nothing in particular. Just that you are not very good at being deceptive. Heimerdinger is clearly suspicious of why we actually departed early, and he knows it’s not because you’re feeling ill.”

Pulling his hand away, he placed it into his pocket, offering his elbow for you to grab.

“I don’t do it often, so that checks out.” You chuckle as a rebuttal to his comment.

Glancing at his arm that was being held out to you, you let your eyes wander. You noticed how nice he looked in the suit combo he wore, being able to see how tightly the white shirt had fit his slender frame, his black blazer overtop and a plain black heavy coat to guard from the below freezing weather. His pants were a dark blue color, which had purposefully been matched to dark blue accents in your own attire. The legs of the pants covered the top of his polished shoes.

Viktor had asked you to be his “plus-one” for the party. You were hoping that it may have been a flirtatious offer but the more the night went on, it felt like less of a date. But who were you kidding, you knew it would have been this way when it was supposed to be celebrating the boys’ achievements. But you couldn’t quite make the disappointment evaporate when he felt like every second Viktor had come back to you, he was just to be pulled away again, leaving you alone to pick at the finger foods and pretend like you knew what was going on all while shuffling anxiously back and forth on your feet. The only other person you knew there was Caitlyn, who had been Jayce’s close friend. You and her had talked and you confided with her about many things, having a gut feeling that you could trust her, even if you hadn’t been close.

“Viktor’s plus one, huh?” Caitlyn snuck up behind you, almost making you drop the wine glass that you had held onto. As you turned around to face her, she was dressed in an elegant black gown that stopped at her shins. She still had her hair down but you noticed a half-effort of curls that decorated a few pieces and a dainty silver necklace was the only accessory she added to her outfit. Her hand was cradling her elbow as she held onto a similar looking glass in her free hand.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better,” Caitlyn leaned closer to you, “I’d say this is a date.” She smiled at you as you looked into your glass, watching as the sparkling wine in your glass produced bubbles that floated to the top. A frown painted your face.

“Doesn’t feel like much of one,” you responded bitterly. You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Oh come on, (Y/N).” Your eyes traced the hand that rested on you, up to Caitlyn’s face.

“You genuinely think there was no specific reason Viktor had asked you to be here with him? Between you and me, that man,” she raised her wine glass in Viktor’s direction, who had been standing next to Jayce, smiling and chuckling at something one of the important looking men had said, “is by definition a lovesick puppy.” Caitlyn finished her thought, looking back at your face.

The way he had looked so confident in that moment, his toothy grin spreading across his face caused you to blush. He looked a lot more relaxed than he normally did. Leaning on his hip, his fingers away from his cane so he wasn’t gripping it so tightly. You knew he was never one for crowds or much attention, but the way he had been engaging made your heart flutter.

It was no secret to Caitlyn, and clearly not to Jayce either that you had a crush on the inventor. You had always been around him, which of course is a given, considering you had been friends for a very long time, having a past and growing up together. But something had been different in recent years, there was a spark between the both of you, but you were always worried you were the only one who saw it.

So, logically, you never acted on your feelings. You couldn’t handle the rejection, and there was a nagging worry in the back of your head that you would just be a distraction to his work; you knew how he was married to it and you didn’t want to get in the way.

You giggled at what Caitlyn said and she let out a laugh in return. You hadn’t noticed that Viktor kept looking over at you, which was what had kept him so calm. His heart felt like it skipped a beat watching you converse with her. He averted his gaze as he noticed his name brought up in conversation by Jayce, looking down at the shiny hardwood floor and back up at the group of people again.

Your mood had seemingly increased after chatting with Caitlyn, completely forgetting why you were frustrated in the first place. You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder after a bit of chatting and you turned your head to the side, noticing Viktor standing behind you.

“I will leave you two lovebirds alone.” Caitlyn chuckled.

You blushed, returning your attention to Caitlyn with wide eyes, who had disappeared shortly after with a wink, walking over to join with some stranger’s conversations.

You heard Viktor clear his throat and you turned around on your heel to face him, looking into his amber colored eyes, the dark bags decorating the underneath of them seemingly more noticeable. He looked exhausted.

“Have you had your fill of socializing with the public yet?” He chuckled dryly, noticing your demeanor. “I know you aren’t much of a ‘party-goer’, so I am very grateful that you’re here, zaya.”

Your breath hitched at the nickname, averting your gaze to your shoes. The loud noises that surrounded you two felt much more quiet as the pounding of your heart rang throughout your ears.

“Come,” with a gentle tilt of his head, he nodded in the direction of the large double doors before dropping his free hand into his pocket. “You look tired, we should get you back to the dorms to get some rest.”

Nodding your head, Viktor glanced over at Jayce, who had been eyeing you two while being chatted at by more business partners. Jayce sent a wink and his flashy smile towards both of you, holding his own glass up as a silent farewell. With that, Viktor led you through the groups of people all the way to the double doors, waving goodbye at some people you had recognized from the Council on the way out.

“Viktor! (Y/N)! Leaving so soon?” you heard a familiar voice ring out behind you. Viktor physically cringed and let his eyes roll, clenching his hand in his pocket as he let out a curse in his native tongue under his breath.

Then, a flip inside of him switched as he forced himself to paint a smile.

“Apologies, Professor!” Viktor started as you both turned around to face Heimerdinger, who had looked a tad distraught by you and Viktor heading out the door while it was still relatively early.

“(Y/N) Isn’t feeling very well,” Viktor glanced at you as he spoke, a mischievous gleam in his eye. He took his free hand out of his pocket, causing you to drop your arm that was entangled and let it hang at your side. Your skin felt heated underneath his palm from the contact as he placed his hand on your backside.

“I offered to take them back to their dorm so they could get some rest in.” You leaned back into Viktor’s touch and felt as his thumb gently rubbed over the fabric of your formal garments along your spine.

“Ah, that does..” he paused for a moment, squinting a bit as he examined you visually, “..make sense that you may be feeling under the weather thanks to the current season” the professor raised an eyebrow, glancing between the both of you and chuckling before speaking again.

“Well then, I will let you two be on your way then. Get some rest, dear. I will see you both tomorrow morning.” Viktor nodded before turning you both around and practically shoo-ing you out the door as he grabbed your coats that were hanging off to the side of the large room.

Now here you two were. Small snowflakes falling from the dark gray clouds above you and Viktor, your hair becoming covered in white dust. Salt crunched beneath your feet, and underneath the cane of your walking partner, as you two carefully made your way along the snow covered sidewalk of the College.

Viktor hadn’t spoken a word since you two left the building and stepped outside. He just stared blankly in front of him, the only sounds coming from your footsteps and his cane hitting the ground.

You did your best to try not to show how cold you were, but the gust of wind that flew past you both prevailed, causing you to gently shiver, feeling it jolt up your spine. You cursed yourself silently for not bringing a heavier jacket. Viktor hummed as he saw your movement next to him, out of the corner of his eye.

“Cold? Why haven’t you brought a heavier jacket with you? It’s the middle of winter.” Viktor scolded you, quipping a brow up and turning his head to the side.

“I-It wasn’t this cold before. I can handle it-.. ” You started, noticing how your teeth were chattering as you spoke, it probably would have been best to just keep your mouth shut. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth before slipping one of his arms from his own jacket, switching his cane to the other hand and following suit with his other arm.

“Wa-Wait.. Vikt-tor..” you started, but he ignored your plea, stripping himself full of his jacket, leaving him in his formal ensemble. He draped it over your shoulders, and you immediately felt warmth fall over you. A small smile painted your lips as you shimmied your way further into it, pulling it more over your body.

Playing with the fabric of his coat, you left out a soft ‘thank you’ before going to turn on your heel to continue walking. You felt something grab your hand and when you looked back, Viktor had been looking at you with almost pleading eyes.

“(Y/N), wait..” He pulled you close to his body, engulfing you in a hug, his cane hitting the back of your leg as he brought his arm around your waist. His opposite hand cradled the back of your head. You had been a bit surprised at his display of affection, since you had not been expecting it. Viktor was never one for public displays, except for on the rare occasion he would place a hand on your shoulder and let it linger or your fingers would touch as you handed him something in the lab.

Nevertheless, you enjoyed it, muscles relaxing as you snuggled into his body, your face buried in the crook of his neck. You inhaled, drowning in the scent of vanilla as you breathed through your nose. He rested his chin on the top of your head and you two just stayed there for a few minutes.

“You have made the evening more bearable for me.”

He pulled you away, returning his cane to the side quickly and looking down at you. Your forms were lit by one of the street lamps, casting a shadow in the snow that fell to the ground. The way the light hit his eyes almost made his honey colored orbs glow. It illuminated his face and made you feel feverish.

“I feel like I must show my gratitude, somehow.” You felt his hand caress your face gently, cupping your cheek in his calloused palm.

Slowly, he leaned near your face, inching closer to you. Even though the world around you was cold, his body, his hands and his breath felt like your own personal space heater.

“Would a kiss suffice?” he asked quietly, your eyes trailed down to his lips before you grabbed his face, letting his coat fall into the snow beneath you. You pulled his face to yours, pressing your lips against his in a passionate display.

His eyes were wide for a moment before they fluttered closed, his lips forming into a smile against yours. Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, brushing some hair from his face.

“That went much better than I could have hypothesized.” He chuckled, staring into your eyes, a confident aura radiating off of him.

“You have no idea.. How long have I wanted to do that,” you admitted, feeling a twinge of embarrassment as you just spoke one of your biggest secrets.

“Would it surprise you if I told you that I had felt the same? For quite some time, actually. I was hoping that you would consider this a first date, but it doesn’t seem like it was a very good one. I wasn’t present for most of it.” Viktor frowned at the realization hitting him.

You shook your head, hands still on his face.

“Any time I spend near you is a good time.” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips once more.

“Well, I hope I will at least be able to spend some more time one on one with you on our next date, that is if you are willing to go on another. Which I understand if you don’t, considering this date may have been subpar.”

Another kiss was pressed against his lips from yours.

“Yes, Viktor. I would enjoy that very much.”

He smiled, a new found confidence swarming his mind. You bent down to pick up his jacket that was now covered in snow, shaking it out before throwing it back over your shoulders.

“Good. Now, let’s get you back before you catch an actual cold, my dear.”

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smileysuh · 3 years

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letterstotheflre · 3 years

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i'd beg you on my knees

summary: you loved sirius's fingers, but there's something you craved more.

warnings: oral sex (male receiver), daddy kink, a bit of religious imagery (you know how it is), a bit of spitting, mentions of throat training and finger sucking, i think that's it?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: as a celebration for passing my chemistry final and 300 followers, here is the second part to the sirius corrupting you series :)

ps: i know those look like feminine hands, but pretend they are sirius’s okay i spent 2 hours looking for something to use and that’s the best i got

you couldn’t stop staring at his hands.

you had always loved them. they were big, always completely encasing your smaller ones, and full of rings, some of which you made yourself. the skin on his palm and finger pads was a bit rough, a consequence of years of holding a bat to hit the bludgers away from his teammates. but there was still a slight delicate appearance to them, courtesy of the black family genes which, despite years of slight inbreeding, somehow still managed to make some of the most attractive people in the wizarding world.

you loved the way they felt against the small of your back or your waist, always letting some warmth seep through the fabric of your clothes. you loved the way they cupped your cheeks before he leant down to kiss you, slightly squishing your cheeks and puckering your lips for him. but ever since that afternoon a few days ago, you adored the way they felt in your mouth.

you tried to be subtle, you really did, but it was impossible to stop staring at them. you couldn’t forget the weight of his fingers on your tongue nor the way they hit the back of your throat. the feeling of having them in your mouth brought a strange sense of comfort to you, it was like having a piece of him always inside you.

and sirius noticed. of course he did, you were one of the only things he deemed important enough to pay attention to, followed by the phases of the moon and any updates on the 5-year plan james had made to woo lily evans. and because he liked seeing your glazed over eyes and heating cheeks when he caught you staring, he started to show them off on purpose.

he started to talk with more hand movements, followed by always playing with any stray hairs around your face. he started to use his thumb to play with your bottom lip before kissing you, almost giving you what you wanted but then taking it away from you.

he caved in when he saw how truly needy you were for them. the teary eyes and little whines you made every time he pulled them away from your mouth were almost enough to make him hard, so he allowed you to suck on them every now and then. he watched attentively as you slightly hollowed your cheeks when he used both his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes trying to get as much of them inside you as possible.

so he started to push your limits, drawing circles against the back of your tongue before he pushed them further, not warning you before they entered your cavity, yearning to hear what other pretty sounds you could do besides moaning and whining. you had gagged violently the first time he did it, and you looked at him confused at the sudden intrusion, “remember the first time you sucked on them? remember what you wanted them to be?” you nodded slowly, embarrassed that he could recall how much you wanted other parts of him inside you. “I gotta stretch your little throat, bunny. gotta get you all ready for my cock.”

and that was that. the following days were spent with you either on his lap or on your knees in front of him, long and thick fingers prodding the back of your throat constantly until it only took you less than five minutes to get used to the feeling of something residing in it. sirius never let up, even if you had some tears in your eyes caused by the intrusion, always giving you new learning material: breath through your nose, relax your throat, open your mouth wide. his instructions ran through your brain every day, an urgent need to remember them controlling your thoughts.

and that’s how you were now, on your knees in front of him like a repentant while sirius sat on the edge of the mattress, mouth wide open as you waited eagerly for his fingers. you watched, intrigued, as his mandible moved around almost like he was collecting something. your unvoiced question was answered when his face came close to yours, his hand tangling itself in your hair to tilt it upwards, and then his spit was dribbling onto your pink tongue.

the sight of him spitting into your mouth sent a thrum of pleasure to your core. “swallow,” he said, leaving no room for disobedience. You followed his command, letting it fall down your throat as if it were your forbidden fruit, and once you opened your mouth again his fingers went in, immediately pressing on your tongue. you swirled your tongue around them, covering them in your saliva before he started to push them further. you only gagged a little, the previous lessons having already prepared you.

he let you suck on them a bit longer before removing them, watching as your hands scrambled to his wrist to keep them close. he shook his head, chuckling in amusement, “you needy thing.” he patted your head, “I think you are ready for my cock, angel, do you want it?”

you opened your eyes wide, looking like a kid in a candy shop. “yes, please!” your voice was a bit hoarse, “wanna make you feel good like you made me feel the other day, siri.” the smirk he wore on his lips when he heard your eager ‘yes’ fell into an honest smile, “oh I bet you’ll make me feel better than that, bunny.”

you watched from your position on the hardwood floor as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. he let his jeans fall to the floor, now only clad in his underwear that would soon meet the same fate and you wiggled, eager to finally see him. once he was completely naked he sat back on the bed, spreading his legs so you could kneel comfortably between them. he was already a bit hard, courtesy of the image of you suckling on his fingers so needily, but he still needed a little push before he was ready for you.

you were entranced by him, this being the first time you ever saw someone other than yourself completely naked. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you could see the slight ripples of muscle on his abdomen and the stray tattoos that adorned his skin here and there. he had a few scars, some of them caused by his parents' punishments and others from a few accidents during the full moon, but he was still absolutely beautiful.

and then your eyes fell lower, down the happy trail of hair that led to what you had been craving since that fateful tuesday afternoon. it was big, even though you had never seen another cock you couldn’t deny its length. there was a vein on one side that stood out a bit, and the tip was a bit red and something shiny was coating it. “can I please touch it, daddy?” you asked sweetly, wanting to remain on his good side.

the name had accidentally left your mouth a few days ago when you were suckling on his fingers. you were just so needy, so desperate for their weight on your tongue that your mind had started to feel fuzzy, and the nickname just slipped out.

your cheeks had resembled the heat of a fire, still sober enough to realize your mistake but when you saw the way his eyes had darkened and his grip on your waist tightened, you repeated it. he had cursed, voice low as his other hand cupped your cheek. “you want daddy’s fingers, hm?” he questioned, forcing you to tell him with your words what you wanted when you merely nodded. and that was a new lesson, ask for what you want and you were to only refer to him as daddy in private.

“go on, angel,” he said with a nod of his head. slowly, you moved one hand closer, still a bit hesitant with your movements. though eager to learn, you were still scared of doing something wrong and stop being his good girl as he had called you multiple times while he watched as you touched yourself for him. he would sit in a chair in front of the bed as he told you what to do and when to cum, and the rush of power he felt was extraordinary.

one finger traced the vein, the soft touch making sirius twitch. the skin was warm and actually pretty smooth, with a couple of ridges here and there. gently, you closed your hand around the base and moved it up and down, and sirius groaned. the soft touch drove him insane, your palm barely gripping him, “close your hand a bit more, puppy,” he instructed. you gripped him more tightly, “it won’t hurt you?” you asked.

sirius just smiled at your thoughtfulness, “no, baby, it’ll feel really good. just don’t add too much pressure as you did with your nipples the other day,” he slightly taunted. you blushed at his teasing, “didn’t mean to do that, daddy,” you grumbled and unknowingly thumbed at the slit of the tip, making him moan in pleasure. the sound was so heavenly in your ears that you did it again and again until one of his hands gripped your hair so you looked up at him.

“you’re teasing me now, bunny?” he said harshly, “that’s not how it works and you know it. d’ya want me to stop you from cumming again like I did yesterday?”

you shook your head quickly, or as much as you could with the grip on your hair, “no no, m’sorry, daddy, didn’t mean to.” but he just chuckled, an empty sound that wasn’t as nice as his previous moans. “oh, you didn’t mean to! like you didn’t mean to tug on your nipples. like you didn’t mean to wear that tiny skirt the other day. like you didn’t mean to cum without my permission three days ago.” he started to list all of your accidents, “is there anything you do mean, angel?” he asked harshly.

your lips slightly quivered at his tone, ashamed at making him angry when all you wanted was to please him. “I want to make you feel good, daddy! m’sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be your best girl.” you tried to convince him, and you really did mean it. all you wanted was to be good for him.

“well, then put my cock in your mouth and show me y’can be good.” with that, he moved your head closer towards him, and then slackened his grip. you looked at him while giving the tip a little kiss, then using your tongue to collect the pearly white liquid that had collected there. it tasted a bit funny, saltier than you remembered your own cum to taste, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. then, using the flat of your tongue, you moved along the length, using one hand to keep it straight.

sirius was biting his lip as he watched you, his little angel on her pretty knees about to suck him for the first time. after a few more teasing licks, you finally took him into your mouth, and the moan that escaped sirius was incredibly sinful. your mouth was so warm and so wet that the only other place sirius could ever possibly want to be in was your pussy.

you swirled your tongue around the bit that was inside your cavity, your hand still stimulating what you couldn’t fit yet. he was big, too big for your mouth, but you wanted to fit all of him inside, so you took a deep breath through your nose and tried to relax both your mandible and your throat before taking him deeper. you pushed as far as you could, staying there for a couple of seconds before pulling apart, heaving another deep breath before repeating your actions. you gagged and choked at the progressive obstruction, yet you pushed through it, but it sounded so good in sirius’s ears that he thought about just pushing your head down without warning.

sirius threw his head back with a groan when you started to hollow your cheeks, “fuck, angel, you’re so good, taking me so well.” he praised, and it made you shiver in pleasure, the meaning of his words accompanied by his gruff voice a perfect melody. you raised your eyes to look at him. he looked beautiful like this: head thrown back, lips red from biting them, completely exposed for you and one hand gripping the sheets while the other grabbed your head.

you pulled away with a pop, “y’look so pretty, daddy,” you complimented him, and it made the tension in his stomach tighten significantly. it was such an innocent compliment in a completely unholy scenario that he couldn’t help but twitch in your hand. you had just wrapped your lips around him again when he said, “not as pretty as you with m’cock down your throat,” and it made you giggle around him as you shied a bit at his words. the vibrations of your little laugh could’ve sent him over the edge, “shit—” he cursed.

you took him deeper than ever before, your throat now used to the intrusion and barely even gagging. sirius started to raise his hips, almost face fucking you but he held back some of the strength in his thrusts. you kept your eyes on him, and fuck you looked so good with your mouth full and those watery eyes and flushed skin that after a few more thrusts he pulled you away.

you whimpered, not understanding why he stopped your movements. there was still a string of saliva that connected your mouth to him, and he sped up his hand movements as he looked at your sinful image. “daddy,” you groused, tongue out so he could put it back in.

“fuck, angel, m’gonna cum,” he moaned, “n’ I’m gonna paint your little face, d’you want that?” he asked, slightly panting through his exertion. but you shook your head, “m’mouth, want to taste you,” and that did it for him. he cursed and moaned, all at the same time, as that wave of pleasure swallowed him whole. white spurts fell on your tongue, a few others coating your cheeks, and he looked so sinful while working through his orgasm that you had to clench your thighs together.

once he was fully spent, he watched as you eagerly swallowed what he gave you, showing him there was nothing left. his hands went to your cheeks, cleaning his cum from your face and forcing you to clean them, too. it was so dirty that he felt proud of what he made of you, his cock twitching once more before softening.

“was I good, daddy?” you asked him with a slightly raspy voice. you were looking up at him as if he were your god, his opinion of the highest importance to you. he smiled proudly, his fingers now playing with the chain that had a little ‘s’ that rested just between your collarbones. “the best, angel.”

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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🦩 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 — choose an au + character and i’ll write you a little drabble!

someone mentioned about dilf!Tom riddle with his mistress so can u do one?😭

🦩 drabble

“we gotta keep it down, don’t we, bunny? to make sure my wife doesn’t see me pounding into my little assistant”

you whined, bucking your hips up into his hand as he pushed two thick fingers inside.

your eyes rimmed with tears as you tried your best not to scream the man’s name, the coil in your lower belly tightening.

“need to- cum, please tom”

“make a mess, baby, soak my wife’s sheets so she knows that it’s your cunt that’s making me feel so fucking good”

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mettlekettle · 3 years

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Killer- Harry Styles x fem!reader

hii everyone!!! it feels like ive been gone for so long. I have so many wips but no motivation to finish them lol. new harry photos inspired me today bc i absolutely want harry to rail me while covered in blood,,, anywhoooo please reblog!!!!! it motivates me so much when i get love on my writing!!!

read my other fics if you want!!!

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warnings: daddy kink, sub y/n, dom harry, fake blood, throat fucking and covid doesn’t exist bc fuck that <3

word count: 2.5k

“Cut!” Olivia yells ending the intense scene Harry was filming. “Take a little break H, then we’ll do the next scene with the blood”. Harry sighs wiping his forehead while trying not to mess up the carefully placed fake blood. He walks to the snack table, picking up a tiny water bottle and drinking it quickly.

“Hey killer,” he hears from beside him, looking to see his girlfriend of two years. She’s looking up at him with a soft smirk on her pretty face. She was bored at home, and she thought that Harry would appreciate her company at work for a little bit. What she wasn’t expecting was Harry to be covered in blood, wielding a knife and shouting like Billy from Scream, her first celebrity crush. Call her sadistic, but there was just something about scary hot men, covered in blood that just riled her up.

“Baby! What are yeh doin’ here?” he gasps.

“Oh you know, just came to visit my favorite movie star,” y/n murmurs leaning up to kiss his cheek before looking behind him, “ooh here she is now! Hi Florence!” Harry groans, pouting down at the girl as she pulls his co-star into a big hug.

“Why yeh gotta steal my girl every time she comes to set Flo,” he asks rhetorically, making a large mistake in the process. y/n and Florence share a mischievous look before bursting out into song.

“Everybody wanna steal my girl! Everybody wanna take her heart away! Couple people in the whole wide world! Find another cuz’ she belongs to me!” Harry groans again, before covering her mouth with his hand. y/n licks his palm and he pulls away quickly. Florence starts up a conversation with an extra, leaving the couple to themselves.

“You’re gross,” he says pointedly before grabbing her and wrapping his arms around his girl.

“And you’re hot.” y/n returns with the same tone. Harry pulls away from the hug, raising his eyebrows at the girl. “How do you look so good covered in fake blood?”

“Only you would think I look good covered in fake blood, my love,” he humours. y/n pouts shaking her head softly.

“No, no I think your fans would agree with me on this one. How much longer do you have before you need to be out there again? Wanna take me to your trailer?” she speaks smiling up at him. y/n knows how to get Harry riled up, batting her eyelashes always works when she wants him, and pretending to be innocent despite how much of a little tease she is. y/n was now grateful for the pretty floral dress she chose today, which was one that Harry, on many occasions, told her drove him crazy. The combination of his messy hair, the fake blood splattered across his body and watching him act scary and tough during the scene when she first arrived made her want him even more than she already did. y/n wanted him rough and mean. She wanted her daddy.

“You little minx,” Harry smiles down at her, pulling her hips towards him.

“I have no idea what you mean by that H,” she giggles wrapping her arms around his neck.

“C’mon bunny, let's see how long I have to take care of my girl,” he pulls her along by her hand, finding the assistant director, and asking her how long until they start filming again.

“We’re having a few technical difficulties, so you’ll have about an hour,” she pauses, looking at the girl partially hidden behind Harry, “but if your hair and makeup gets messed up, you need to come back thirty minutes earlier so that it can get fixed”. Harry chuckles while y/n hides behind him more. Shy little thing she is, always gets embarrassed when people know things about their sex life. He turns them around and begins to walk to his trailer, pulling open the door, he leads her into the small area. Once the door is closed, y/n immediately drops to her knees tugging on his trousers. Harry quickly grabs a hold of her wrists.

“Wanna suck me off angel? What about you?” he questions. She whines, pulling her wrists out of his grip and unzipping his pants. She nods murmuring a small “you first” before taking his length out, pushing his pants down his legs. Harry’s already hard. How could he not be when his love wore his favorite dress and teased him just the way she knows drives him wild.

“S’pretty” y/n giggles up at him, and that’s how he can tell she’s feeling very submissive today.

“Yeah bunny? Like daddy’s cock?” Harry questions again, gathering her hair in his hands. y/n nods in response, leaning forward to lick the tip. Harry tuts softly, tugging her head away from him. “Use your words, I won’t repeat myself.” he growls, his accent thick and voice stern.

“Sorry daddy, love your cock,” y/n hums. Harry allows her mouth to get close to him once again, not releasing his grip on her hair completely. She presses a few soft kisses to the vein running up his length before taking it in his mouth. The sweet little thing bobs her head up and down, using her hand to stroke the part she can't reach. Harry’s body is instantly wracked in pleasure, his stomach tensing up and his head thrown back as y/n sucks him exactly how he likes it.

“Pretty girl,” he moans, “doin’ so good for me, always so fuckin’ good for me darling”. y/n knew she was dripping, his dominant persona never failed to get her going. She pressed her thighs together and wiggled her hips slightly, thanking whoever was up there that Harry was feeling too good to notice because she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to pull her over his lap and spank her till she was crying and her bum was sore for getting off without permission. Pulling off his cock and beginning to stroke it with both her hands is what causes Harry to look back down at the girl. “s’wrong ?” he speaks.

“Fuck my throat please?” her voice is quiet and her eyes are glossy.

“Yeh lost your voice last time baby, were sore f’days. Don’t wanna hurt you again,” Harry reasons. The pout on her spit covered lips grows, looking up at him with her glistening eyes.

“but I liked it last time, daddy. Pleaaaase?” she begs. She was being a brat, but he didn’t wanna punish her for lack of time. Harry’s mind was racing.

“God you’re so fucking cute. If it gets to be too much you tap my thigh three times? Okay bunny? You gotta Promise me,” he gives in. y/n bounces a little on her knees excitedly.

“Promise daddy, we’ll stop if it's too much,” she agrees, shifting forward on her knees greedily opening her mouth. Harry couldn't help himself, moving forward himself he grips her hair, tilting her head back at the same time.

“Such a greedy little girl aren’t yeh?” he hums, “would let me do anything to you”. y/n nods as much as she can with his tight grip in her hair. Harry opens his mouth again, spitting directly onto her tongue. “Swallow.” he watches y/n’s throat bob and then reopens her mouth, showing him that she did in fact swallow it all. “Good girl,” he praises, “ready?”

She nods excitedly. Harry uses his grip on her hair to guide his cock into her mouth. As he pushes himself further into her throat he hears her gag, he pulls out, letting her breath for a moment. y/n breathes deeply a few times before opening her mouth again, letting him re-enter. Harry begins to thrust his hips, a shallow pattern interrupted by the wet sounds of y/n’s throat. He doesn’t take his eyes off her this time, wanting to watch her for two reasons: it was so fucking hot, and to make sure she’s okay. Sometimes his angel had the habit of pushing herself too far when it comes to Harry’s pleasure. He needed to make sure she wasn’t in any unbearable pain because of how big he was. As Harry’s thrusts became quicker, y/n let out some whimpers of her own, telling Harry that she was pressing her thighs together, hoping to relieve some pressure.

“Fuck, bunny, m’so close,” he groans. y/n moves her hand to cup his balls, fondling them how she knows he likes. With one last thrust, Harry pulls out, jerking himself over y/n’s tongue, cumming in thick ropes. y/n envelopes his head in her mouth again, draining him completely. When she pulls away a string of spit connects her lips to the tip of Harry’s cock, making it twitch again. He moves his hand to her face to break the string, rubbing his thumb over her wet lips as he once again watches her swallow. Harry pulls his pants up his thighs, buttoning them and redoing the belt given to him by the costume specialist on set. He took a seat on the couch, adjusting himself before patting his thigh to signal to the dazed out girl that he wanted her near.

“C’mon baby,” he ordered. y/n stands on shaky legs, wobbling over to her boyfriend, sitting back on the couch, arms spread over the back. God her daddy is so hot. She takes a seat on his lap, placing her hands onto his shoulders. The white button down he was wearing had red blood spatter, just like his face. The thought of Harry making someone bleed, made her even more wet, holy, she’s gross. Why does this turn her on?

“Daddy,” she whimpers, grinding her clothed center against his crotch. Harry almost allows her to continue her endeavor before he remembers his probably expensive costume trousers.

“Can’t make a mess of daddy’s clothes angel,” he moves his hand to her panties, feeling that she soaked through the undergarment, “soakin’ wet f’me aren’t yeh sweetheart?”

“All f’you daddy,” y/n moans. Harry moves y/n so she’s laying down on the couch. Pushing her dress over her hips and he feels himself get slightly hard again when he sees the pink, cherry covered panties that y/n chose for today.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he hisses, pulling them down her thighs, leaving a seductive kiss to the smooth skin of her knee.

“Please,” she keens, desperately bucking her hips as Harry’s hands move over her hips.

“Please what angel? Gotta ask for it bunny,” he speaks lowly, making sure she hangs onto every word.

“Please, want your fingers H,” y/n begs. Harry smirks at the girl. Pulling off the fake wedding band that was used for filming. Something felt wrong about fucking the girl he was one day going to marry with a wedding ring on his hand. He placed the ring in his pocket before rubbing his fingers over her sopping wet cunt. Her hips bucked into his hand. After playing with her swollen clit for a moment he slipped a finger into her tight hole.

“Always so tight sweet girl,” he growled. Pumping his long finger in and out of her, after he felt that she was loose enough he slipped another one inside her. Hearing her whines get louder, leaned close, pressing his lips to hers. When he began to rub his thumb over her clit along with fucking her with his fingers, she let out a sound that was between a scream and a squeal. Covering her mouth with his other hand he spoke into her ear gruffly, “shh bunny, just take it. Be a good girl for me”. He feels her hips buck suddenly, feeling her clench around him. “Cum f’me pet, soak my hand,” he grunted. y/n tried to close her legs but Harry was having none of it, he pried her legs open as she reached her high.

“Feels so good daddy, please don’t stop. Please please please ngh!” she rambled, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. Harry smiled, continuing to work y/n through her orgasm. He only removed his thumb from her clit when she started writhing away from him. Harry lifted her onto his chest, laying down on the couch. He lifted the patterned blanket off the back of the couch, placing it over the pair.

“Thank you,” she hummed softly into his neck. Harry ran his hand up her back, pressing a few kisses to her forehead. Her favorite form of aftercare has always been a good cuddle. Sometimes she likes a bath and then for Harry to brush her hair, but that was only when they had a very rough session where Harry threw a little bit of name calling in there. She liked when he was rough with her but sometimes her dazed out brain would really think that daddy thought she was just a slut. Harry always worked quickly to reassure his pretty girl that she was absolutely everything to him and help draw her out of her subspace.

“Have to go back soon,” he sighs

“Mmm don’t goooooo,” she groaned, trying to wiggle closer to him.

“Can come back with me baby,” he responds.

“I look like a mess H,” she complains. She sat up taking the small compact mirror of her bag on the floor, pulling out a makeup wipe as well. y/n wiped the mascara stains on her cheeks.

“You look like a goddess,” he says.

“Sure killer,” she hums. y/n picks her panties off the floor, sliding them back up her legs. Harry stands as well, moving to look in the mirror and see if he messed anything else.

“What’re yeh doin for the rest of the day angel?” he speaks softly, watching his girlfriend put herself together again. Her legs were still a bit shaky so Harry walked to the small fridge in the corner, pulling out a small bottle of iced tea. He pops the bottle open before handing it to her.

“Thanks bub, uh, I think I might go home and have a nap, miss you a bunch, take naughty photos and send them to you, you know. The usual,” she hums, taking a sip of the sugary drink.

“My little minx hmm?” he asks, placing his hands on her face. y/n threw arms around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the mole beside his mouth. She brushes her thumb over the blood on his cheek.

“My scary man. I love you,” she muses.

“Love yeh too, bunny”.

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skzfictions · 3 years

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The Delivery: A SKZ Halloween Story (Part 1)

Summary: You are a pizza delivery driver for none other than the popular Domino's Pizza. However, because it is Halloween night, the orders your store has been receiving that night have been rather...interesting, to say the least. But little did you know, you were currently on your way to deliver to your most unpredictable guests of the night...

Genre: attempted spooky and eerie vibes; Halloween; comedy; general fluff; supernatural(?) 🤔

Pairing: Stray Kids x GN! Reader (no particular pairing, just you w/ Stray Kids)

Word Count: 2.5K (for this part 1)

A/N: Hey Everybody! 👋This is my second story on this page. In celebration of Halloween being in the month of October, and my love for SKZ’s song “Domino,” I have written a short story that I hope you all will enjoy. I got the idea for this story based from someone's real life experience as a pizza delivery driver. It’s nothing too scary, and it will have a good, but also eerie ending. I’m thinking it will be a two or three part story. Anyway, I hope you all have fun reading it cuz I had fun writing it.

Halloween had to be the worst night to be a pizza delivery driver. Over half the calls your Dominos had received that night were either prank calls from kids asking for ridiculous orders like anchovies with onions and pineapple or, people making dumb requests like for you to bunny hop your way to the front door and then to ring the doorbell five times. Originally, you had decided to ignore that last request, figuring they wouldn’t know whether you did it or not, but when the customer then refused to open the door unless you did so, you proceeded to go ahead and submit to their demands.

You groaned, embarrassed by the mere memory. Oh, the things you would do as a delivery driver just to receive a good tip. Luckily, they did tip you well. 20 bucks, even. That was your best tip of the night, actually. It was one of the perks of taking delivery jobs in rich neighborhoods.

It had been a little over three months since you had become a delivery driver, and at first, you could barely get more than a buck, fifty sometimes. When you had complained to your friend who was also your coworker about your trouble earning good tips, they told you the secret about specifically taking deliveries in rich neighborhoods. That’s where all the big tippers lived.

Ever since then, you started paying attention more to the addresses on the orders your Dominos received. If you could score deliveries in the rich neighborhoods, you could turn your luck around regarding tips.

That’s why even despite the horrendous weather on this particular Halloween night, you were currently driving your way to an area that was out in the middle of nowhere, but known for its wealthy inhabitants. Although, you did have to admit you never understood why some rich people chose to live so far out from general civilization.

Seriously, for the last thirty minutes you had seen nothing but trees and dirt. Not one store or even a gas station was in sight. Damnit, even a road light would’ve been comforting to see right about now, but you couldn't even get one of those! For that reason you had to use your high beam lights and windshield wipers to try and see through the darkness and rain.

Of course, this made it awkward whenever a lone car on the opposite side of the road passed you by. It was already raining cats and dogs outside thus, making it harder to see, but with the dark road due to the lack of road lights, every occasional car that passed you by with their high beam lights on, as well, blinded you for a brief moment before going dark again.

Luckily, you knew you were almost to your destination since you would be approaching the town bridge soon enough. Once you crossed the bridge you would be in the land of the rich folk and on your way to big tips!

Therefore, with money on your mind, you continued driving but still, did so with caution, at least, that is until you started to notice a lone car in the distance from your rear-view mirror. You noticed that they seemed to be driving at a rather hasty speed even despite the awful weather that required more slow and attentive driving which made you feel a little worried. Not only that but their high beams were on as well, and by the way they were steadily coming up behind you, you knew it was only a matter of time before they would be flashing their lights in your face.

You didn't want to speed up because that would be dangerous, but the fool speeding behind you didn't seem to mind, so you stepped on the pedal a little, but this didn't work. The person in the car behind you was just driving way too fast for you to put any distance between you both.

As a result, you watched in horror as the car continued to speed up on you until their bright lights were shining right through your back window thus, blinding you completely.

"What the hell!" You yelled, flinching and barely able to see. "Really?!"

White light. All you could see was bright, white, blinding light and it was then that you knew.

This had to be some sick joke. It had to be.

Sure, due to the rainstorm, you had been driving at a cautious speed but it's not as if you were ever driving at a snail speed, either. If the person behind you really wanted to go faster they could've just gone around you. You were practically the only other car on the road so it wasn't like they couldn't go around. That's why you knew this had to be a sick joke or prank.

You bet it was some bored teenagers or some drunken friends looking to scare some unsuspecting driver on Halloween night by flashing their headlights at them. And you, being practically the only other driver on the road is what made you their target.

To make matters worse, the car behind you started blowing their horn at you as they continued to tailgate your car and flash their bright lights at you.

"Go around you idiots!" You continued to yell.

What were they trying to do? You wondered. Run you off the road or, worse, kill you? Didn't they know how dangerous this was?

All you had wanted to do was to make some extra tip money that Halloween night, but it wasn't worth your life and since the assholes behind you refused to go around you, you decided to go ahead and swerve right.

Immediately, you flew off the road and went skidding into the dirt. You smashed the brakes, hard, before you could go heading for the trees, though. Your little car came to an abrupt stop on the side of the road causing you to jerk forward and then back in your seat.

Thank God for seatbelts.

Adrenaline already kicked into high gear, you huffed and puffed as you tried to calm down now that you were off the road. As you looked up, vaguely, through your windshield with the wipers still going, you saw the car that had been flashing you, zooming down the road at full speed.

“Assholes!” you muttered in utter bewilderment at their audacity to drive like that in the pouring rain! If only it wasn’t raining like it was you could’ve maybe got their license plate number and reported them to the cops. You just hoped they didn’t turn around and do the same thing to someone else.

You took a moment to calm down as you listened to the rain hit your car from all sides. You had started to wonder if maybe you should turn around and just head back to the other side of town, but you were already so close to the bridge. You didn’t want to have driven all that way for nothing, so you went ahead and started the car back up before heading back to the road.

Within ten more minutes of driving, you were crossing the bridge, on your way to the other side of town with the wealthy. The drive to the house you were going to was kinda far and up in the hills. This left your little old bucket of a car really having to hustle to get up the twists and turns of the hills in order to finally arrive at your destination.

Driving up a long dirt roadway, you came to a large house that looked like something you had only ever seen in those luxury homes magazines. The place was ridiculous! Not even in your dreams could you imagine living in a place like this.

But you had no time to waste with imagining things that would never happen. You had to get these people their pizzas while they were still hot in the insulated delivery bags. The only thing was you had three large bags to carry, for they had ordered 15 pizzas, each bag holding five boxes, so you knew the order was for a big party, but it was still pouring rain outside.

You had a raincoat, but you knew there was no way you were going to be able to do this without getting absolutely drenched. You just wished you at least had some rain boots on instead of your old sneakers.

Opening your car door and out into the rain, you went to the backseat and pulled the bags out, slinging one bag on your right shoulder, one bag on your left shoulder, and holding the last with both hands. With no other hands available, you used your foot to kick the door closed then headed straight for the front door up the pebble rock pathway.

Once at the front door, you rang the doorbell and waited. Luckily, you were now shielded by the ledge above the front porch.

“Hello?” you heard a deep, male voice call after a minute of waiting, and immediately, your head jerked left, following the sound of the voice until you noticed an intercom on the wall of the house.

You had to place one of the bags down before stepping up to it and pressing the little button on the intercom to speak. “Hi. I’m your pizza delivery driver from Dominoes. I’ve got your order.”

Immediately afterwards, you heard someone shout “YES PIZZA!” in the background and you snorted, amused by whoever it was that did so.

The deep voice then responded, “Oh great! Can you just come around the house to the backdoor? I’ll meet you there with the money, okay?”

Then, before you could respond, the guy ended the intercom call and all you could hear was static when you attempted to speak in it again.

You stepped away from the intercom, slightly annoyed at the person’s request.

The backdoor? You mused. That meant you would have to go back out into the rain!

Regardless, you trudged along to the back of the house just as he’d asked, motivated at just his mere mention of having the money ready for you at said backdoor.

Oh, the things I do just to receive a good tip, you thought to yourself for the umpteenth time that night.

You walked around the large house, until you came to the backyard. There was a gate, but it was already wide open, so all you had to do was walk in. The backyard was lit up with night lights all over, lighting the way for you and you scuttled your way to the door you assumed to be the backdoor.

Once you saw someone open said door to peek out of it and spot you before beckoning you forward, you knew that you were at the right spot. You scampered up to the person with the bags of pizzas.

“Hi,” you greeted them, nearly out of breath. “I got your pizzas!”

“Awesome!” the deep-voiced male you recognized as sounding the same as the one from the intercom, replied with a big smile while holding up some cash. “I got your tip.” He then turned to yell over his shoulder. “Hey guys! The pizza’s here!”

Immediately following were the raucous howls of approval from what sounded like multiple males, and you smirked. You noticed a couple of males appear in the back behind the guy who greeted you at the door.

Not that it was all that important, but even you had to take notice of the rather impressive physical features of not only the male in front of you but the few lingering in the distance behind him.

They looked like models! Especially the young man with the deep voice that greeted you at the door. He was really beautiful with wispy blond tufts of hair falling softly into his dark eyes and a bright smile, almost as blinding as that person's headlights that had flashed you earlier that night.

As the blond male turned back to you, you found it hard to look at him. “Yeah, you can just place the pizzas on the table here.” Your eyes followed his hand as he directed at a table that was right behind him.

However, at his request, you stared at said hand that was directing you inside for longer than was appropriate as red flags were starting to go off in your head.

Was it okay to go inside a stranger’s house? You wondered, considering doing so before berating yourself. Of course not!

But then, how else were you going to get the tip? You thought about it for a moment as you stared at the table.

Well, at least the table is right at the door, you figured. It’s not like you had to go all the way into the house or something.

So with that in mind, you defeatedly muttered, “okay,” and stepped inside to place the pizzas down on the table. That's when…

SLAM!

...your heart dropped into your stomach faster than the Supreme Scream ride at Knott’s Berry Farm.

The male behind you had slammed the door shut, hard enough for the sound to reverberate around the house, then followed said slamming of the door with a swift turn of the lock.

You shuddered.

“This is it guys,” you heard the deep-voiced male behind you say to the rest of the guys who were now coming out of hiding from various parts of the house. With enlarged eyes, you counted about seven males, in addition to the one behind you, so eight, actually.

You gulped, hard.

“We finally got one…” he trailed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge that sounded more insidious with his deep tone, and you unconsciously let out a little shriek.

Sixteen pairs of dark eyes zeroed in on you and like you were a baby deer, caught in the middle of a pack of wolves, you shivered in your sopping wet shoes regretting all the decisions you had made that night.

You regretted your decision to step inside the house. You regretted your decision to continue on with the delivery even despite what had happened to you on the road earlier that night. You regretted having even taken the delivery job in the first place.

You should've just stayed local and stuck with the buck, fifty tips! Sure, you'd be broke, but at least you would've still had your life!

Heart rate now beating a million times a minute, you were struggling to keep focus on what was happening around you but you swore some of the guys were circling closer to you like you were prey.

"Good job, Felix," you vaguely heard one of the males say as your head was spinning, frantic with fear. "This one's definitely cuter than the last one we had."

Then, you heard another male say, "I just hope they taste better than the last one, too…"

And that was all you remembered hearing before in all your frenzy, everything around you went black...

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lancsnerd · 4 years

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All That Glitters

Pairing: Thor x f!reader

Summary: The new Agent assigned to work with the Avengers gets a very warm welcome to the team.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+ only), swearing

A/N: I was plot-bunnied by thorfanficwriter (link to post in first reblog) - hope I did it justice! Another one-shot based on beard glitter is also planned.

Based on the characters in this story and the fact that Thor’s MCU timeline is a bitch to work round, it’s set around the time of Ultron and assumes Jane Foster is out of the picture.

All feedback and comments gratefully received. Masterlist is on my bio header.

*****

It wasn’t how you’d planned to spend your evening. Pressed up against a wall, hidden from prying eyes in a dark corner of the bar, skirt rucked up over your hips, being fucked senseless by the God of Thunder.

It has started innocently enough, heading to the team’s usual hangout for a bit of well-earned R and R. Just a few beers to celebrate the end of a successful mission. Even though you were the new member of the team, with only three Avengers missions under your belt, you should have known that they never stopped at ‘just a few beers’, not when Tony Stark was picking up the tab. And certainly not when some of the group were immune to the effects of regular alcohol. Still, you were an experienced SHIELD Agent and you’d earned the chance to kick back a little.

Three hours, several beers and a few tequila shots later, you were having the most fun you’d had in ages. The group had camped out at a large, secluded table, the conversation and laughter flowing as easily as the drinks. Knowing you were still trying to fit in, everyone had really made you feel like one of the family, especially Thor who’d been especially attentive. Clint and Steve had been sharing the non-classified highlights of previous missions, with Nat occasionally interrupting to remind them of their screw-ups that they’d conveniently forgotten about.

Right now, you were nestled on the bench, next to Thor at his suggestion and close enough to cuddle him (although so far you’d managed to restrain yourself), listening to Sam and Tony who were deep in discussion about the Asgardian’s style choices for the evening. His clothes were smart casual just like the rest of you, thigh-hugging black jeans and a short-sleeved red shirt that showed off his broad arms and chest to perfection. However, it wasn’t Thor’s outfit that was the source of the current debate - someone had mentioned the idea of facial hair decorations to him earlier in the month and he’d enthusiastically researched the idea. Hence his golden beard was covered with silver and red glitter that had hardly been noticeable earlier in bright light, but was giving off an iridescent shimmer in the dim lighting of the bar.

“I’m not saying it’s bad, it’s just a little unusual is all,” said Sam, taking a swig of his drink.

“I was told that beard decoration and adornments were a current Midgardian trend. Maybe you just don’t understand fashion.” Thor turned to you, chuckling at Sam’s splutter of indignation. “Be honest, what do you think?”

“Not gonna lie, it’s a bold look. Not many people could pull it off but you definitely make it work.” Placing your hand on his knee you leaned closer to get a better view, admiring how the glitter gave his already-beautiful features an ethereal glow. “Yep, even in this group of 10s you’re at least a 12.”

Seeing Thor’s bemused expression, Tony helpfully translated. “That means that we’re all hot, Point Break, but she thinks you’re by far the most bangable. Normally I’d be offended but, well, she’s probably not wrong.”

Thor’s face split into a wide grin. “Is that so, my lady?”

The alcohol in your system had lowered your natural inhibitions and you threw caution to the wind. “Absolutely. No question.”

Grasping the hand that was still resting on his knee he raised it to his lips and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to your knuckles that made your pulse quicken. Amused blue eyes unwaveringly held your gaze. “If such a magnificent woman thinks so highly of me tonight, I’m definitely keeping the beard glitter.” Holding your hand for a moment longer, he gave you a last wolfish smile then turned his attention to Clint’s latest story.

“I’m choosing to forget all of that except the fact that I’m a ten, which is totally true.” Sam put down his now-empty glass. “Anyway, she’s not the only one who’s thirsty. Whose turn is it to get the next round of drinks?”

Heart racing with the possibility that Thor had actually been flirting with you, you jumped at the chance to collect your thoughts. “I’ll go. Same again for everyone?”

There were a couple of people ahead of you waiting to be served, so you were passing the time by browsing the cocktail menu. Idly reading the lists of ingredients to figure out which drink might suit each person, you didn’t realise you had company until a deep voice behind you made you spin round in surprise.

“I wondered if you were in need of my hands?” Seeing your eyebrows shoot up at his question, Thor’s expression was one of pure innocence. “To help carry the drinks.”

“Oh right, for the drinks,” you grinned. Oh he was definitely in a playful mood and you weren’t one to miss an opportunity like this. “Might have a use for your hands in a minute. But first, I need an opinion - are there any of these you fancy trying?” You handed the cocktail list over to him, pointing to a few of the more risque names. “How about Sex on the Beach, not too practical in the city but it sounds good? Or a Slippery Nipple? Maybe a Long Slow Comfortable Screw is more to your taste?”

He was most definitely interested in trying something. “Hmm, these all sound delicious. There is one thing I desire at this moment but I’m not certain it’s available.” He looked at you with darkening eyes, fingers tentatively stroking your arm. “Are YOU also on the menu?”

Holy shit, yes. Lust temporarily fried the speech centre of your brain, but luckily your body knew what it wanted and gave him an eager nod. Before you could respond further, the bartender finally noticed you and asked for your order and you had to reluctantly drag your attention away from Thor who was keen to get to work. You tried to concentrate as his arms wrapped round your waist and held you flush to his chest, firm evidence of his increasing arousal nudging against the curve of your ass. Just barely managing to keep control as plush lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, you ordered the standard round of drinks as well as a selection of the cocktails to be sent to the table and charged it to Tony’s tab.

Then you could give the eager demi-god your full attention again and your body thrummed with desire. “Come with me.” Wriggling out of his arms, you grabbed his hand and headed through the crowded bar in search of somewhere more private. More by luck than judgement you stumbled into a dark, secluded corridor that led to a disused function room and pushed him roughly against the wall, enjoying his low growl of approval at your fervour. You captured his mouth in a bruising kiss that he returned eagerly, passionate and messy as hands roamed over any part of each other’s bodies that could be reached.

There was so much of him you wanted to touch and far too much clothing in the way. Clawing at his shirt you managed to untuck it enough to access bare skin so your hands could explore the hard planes and ridges of his chest. Groaning at your touch, he left a trail of urgent kisses along your throat, tongue lapping over the delicate skin to soothe the scratch of his beard. As his mouth travelled hungrily over your collarbone and the swell of your breasts, he dragged your top and bra strap off one shoulder to give him better access. Your sighs of pleasure as his lips swirled around a peaked nipple, sucking and tugging at the sweet flesh, had him rock-hard in his pants.

One hand squeezed your thigh, moving lower but pausing at the hem of your skirt as lust-filled eyes met yours with an unspoken question. A whispered “Please, yes” from you and there was no further hesitation. He effortlessly swapped your positions so his huge frame loomed over you, pressing your back against the wall and pushing a knee between your legs to nudge them further apart. It gave his hand better access to where you most wanted his touch and he wasted no time.

Your soaked panties were unceremoniously pushed aside, fingers sliding through your slick folds before seeking out your sensitive nub, tracing tight circles that make you shudder. Whilst his hand explored and teased, his mouth returned to nibble and suck on your earlobe, hot breath fanning your skin as he murmured how he adored your body, how he’d yearned to touch you for so long. Then without warning you felt two thick fingers, stroking and curling expertly until you were gasping for air.

You couldn’t take any more. “Need you ... please ... fuck me.”

A deep groan rumbled through his chest at your words and he withdrew his hand to quickly free his weeping cock. Gripping your thighs he effortlessly lifted you, your legs wrapping round his narrow waist and fingers tangling in his hair as he lined himself up. He pushed in slowly so just the head of his cock was inside, pausing to savour your delicious wet warmth around his swollen tip. A slight to and fro of his hips, still barely inside you, had you whimpering for more and he’d had enough of teasing. His mouth covered yours to swallow your cries as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt.

The steady beat of the music from the bar was loud enough to drown the slap of skin on skin and your combined moans of pleasure as he pounded into you, hips pumping at a desperate pace. The drag of his length on your inner walls, the perfect pressure on your g-spot, the sensation of being filled completely had the coil in your belly tightening with each stroke. Crying his name, you clung to him as your orgasm overtook you. The pulse of your pussy clenching around him had his hips stuttering and with a few more thrusts he followed you over the edge.

In the afterglow you held tight to each other, chests heaving as your breathing slowly returned to normal. In other circumstances you might have stayed in his arms longer but the sharp slam of a door nearby was a harsh reminder of your situation and he reluctantly loosened his hold, setting you back in the ground.

“I wish there was more time but we should move before someone finds us.” He held you for a few moments more before turning his attention to your dishevelled clothing.

“Agreed.” Your emotions were all over the place, the sensation of him taking care to readjust your panties and skirt inexplicably feeling more intimate than when he had been undressing you. “Um, thank you.”

“My pleasure.” His hands paused in their task, caressing your hip tenderly. “I would very much like to continue this at another time, if you are willing?”

“Oh yes. My room later tonight?”

“Wonderful.” Now you were dressed respectably again, he gave you one last kiss. “What should we tell the others if they ask where we were?”

“Maybe we should keep this between us, don’t want everyone knowing I seduced their poor innocent friend.”

He laughed heartily. “Absolutely, you are a bad influence on a young man like me. This can be our secret, then.” He finished straightening his shirt and gave you a wink. “I look forward to you corrupting me more later tonight.”

Still reeling from what just happened, you headed to the restroom on unsteady legs to clean yourself up and make sure the two of you returned to the table at different times to allay suspicions. After what you figured was a suitable delay, you strolled back. The team appeared deep in conversation, Thor included, and you relaxed. No one was any the wiser, you thought happily, as you leant on the table and all eyes turned to you.

“Oh great, the drinks arrived. I’ve been getting some fresh air to clear my head. So, what did I miss?”

The lack of response from anyone was disconcerting. More alarming though were the wide-eyed, slack-jawed stares aimed in your direction. Looking in confusion to Thor for some kind of hint, you saw only helpless panic on his face. Fuck, why hadn’t you thought to check in the mirror. “What? Is there a problem with my face?”

“Um, you have something on your ...” Steve gestured at the top half of your body vaguely “... everything.”

Baffled, you looked down and realised in horror that your cleavage and shoulders now had a liberal coating of silver and red sparkles. Running your fingers over your neck, you checked your fingertips in alarm. It was as bad as you feared - the unmistakeable shimmer of Thor’s beard glitter covered much of your bare skin. “Oh shit. It’s not what it looks like. Well no, it is exactly what it looks like but ...”

“I realise that you’re an overachiever, Agent, but when you said he was the most bangable we didn’t actually need you to prove it immediately.” Tony was clearly loving this. “I mean, it’s an effective way of getting to know your teammate better, but ...”

“Damn, Thor. Does that glitter have some kind of magical aphrodisiac properties?” asked Sam thoughtfully. “Because I’m willing to give beard decoration another chance if it gets me laid as fast as that.”

“Pretty sure Point Break is an aphrodisiac all on his own.”

“Enough, Stark. Your remarks don’t bother me but I won’t let you embarrass my lady.” Thor gestured to the seat next to him and you sat down gratefully, swooning a little at the idea of being ‘his lady’.

“Fine. Just saying, you might need a few pointers on being more discrete. Lesson one is ‘if you’re gonna have sex in public places don’t accidentally cover your partner in sparkly body glitter’.”

The others began offering their own helpful suggestions at that point, and Thor took the opportunity to lean in and slide a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Sorry about that,” Thor whispered, giving you an apologetic smile. “I hope you have no regrets?”

“Oh no, totally worth it. How about you help me wash this stuff off in the shower later?”

“Most certainly.” He cupped your face gently, thumb stroking your cheek softly. Unable to resist, he brushed his lips against yours, softly at first then deepening the kiss until a chorus of jeers and catcalls from the team made him pull back.

“Shush, the man can kiss me any time he wants. Anyway, did nobody want the drinks I ordered?” you asked, pointing to the untouched round of dirty-sounding cocktails.

“We were waiting until you got back to find out who they were for. Now we know what you were doing, the names makes waaaaay more sense.”

Clint gestured to Sam who was sitting closest to the drinks. “Yeah, but they’re done with their quickie now and I’m thirsty, so pass one over here.”

“Since she ordered them, sparkly girl should choose first. Which drink do you want?” Sam pointed to a creamy concoction that smelt faintly of almonds. “The Screaming Orgasm?”

You snuggled up to Thor’s broad chest, looking up at him slyly. “No thanks. Already had one.”

#thor x reader #thor smut #thor fluff #thor fanfiction #thor imagine #thor odinson fanfiction #thor odinson fluff #thor odinson smut #thor odinson x reader #marvel fanfic

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bakubunny · 13 days

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Ahhhhhh congrats on 2.5K!!! If I may be so bold…. Um um um…. maybe a little blueberry lemon pie for a chubby gal? With Shiggy or Dabi or Hawks? :3 AH this is such a fun menu <333

okay okay. i put this one off until i had a minute because it was sent in a couple days past the deadline, but i can’t let a long time mutual go unanswered. <3 i hope this was worth the wait! thanks so much for being here, love!

tw: dark content, stalking, captive darling, dubcon/noncon

name: shigaraki tomura

order: blueberry lemon pie

blueberry lemon: yandere!tomura is both a gamer and a recluse… an obsessive one. he met you online one day. your voice was so pretty, he couldn’t get it out of his head. he tried to act normal and cool when you wanted to be friends on discord, invited him to where you hang out with all your other in game friends. but the saccharine, smooth lilt of your voice stuck in the back of his mind for weeks on end. you maybe flirted with him a bit every now and then, or so he thought, but he wasn’t sure…. then one day, you posted a picture in one of the group chats. nothing special, just you with your dog. that’s when the claws of his obsession sunk in deep - he had to know who you were; your pretty, chubby cheeks made his skin itch and his stomach turn in a way he couldn’t ignore.

it didn’t take him long to find your address based on the background. took him only a few more weeks to craft a plan to make you all his own, his pretty little gamer girl stuck in his basement. he tracked you down, knocked on your door late one night, and for some stupid reason, you answered.

“hey, dollface. you look even prettier in real life,” tomura said with a sadistic grin.

that was six weeks ago, the day your fate was sealed by a man with cracked lips and a wild look in is eye. now tomura kept you bound in his room and naked when he was home. your hands stayed bound and your collar tied to his desk when your body wasn’t bound to his bed in all your teary eyed glory, begging to be let go. but you didn’t understand just yet that you were now his. his soft little doll, his muse, to do with as he pleased. he made you keep his cock warm during long sessions of gaming, dug his fingers into the plush of your thighs as stress relief no matter how sore your poor jaw or cunt was. he took out all his anger with his dick in your tight, plump ass whenever he rage quit. he fucked you every night until you couldn’t think, until you cried, watched in awe the way your cute tummy jiggled with every punishing thrust….

but tomura wasn’t all mean. some days, he clung to you. he gently sucked on and played with your tits if you’d let him, asking so timidly it was almost heartbreaking. he’d bury his face in your warm, pillowy flesh, aching just to feel your skin against his when his mind wouldn’t quiet down. he rocked his hips into yours slowly until there were tears in his eyes, waiting for the day his darling doll would love him back.

#this is more of a drabble than a hc but i hope that makes up for waiting so long <3 #are we still calling him shiggy now #i feel like he deserves his old name back #i want to hug him #he’s so traumatized and hhhdnfnfbf #bunny’s 2.5k celebration #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #x reader #chubby reader #shigaraki smut #bnha smut #mha smut

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hesesols · 4 years

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The Good Life

“Stop seducing me in front of my daughter!”

Day 1 of IR month 2020

Prompt: Once Upon A Dream

Word count: 2.5K

"You're pathetic!"

Grimmjow grouses from his perch among the low-lying branches of the cherry blossom tree. The erratic movement causes a shower of pink petals to descend. Carried by the wind, the rainfall of petals flutters and trails along the faces of both father and daughter before succumbing to the pull of gravity, kissing the earth and becoming one with the world again- heralding the beginning of spring with their fall from grace.

The circle of life is full of stolen moments, enshrined in the poetry of flowers and their decay; each one unique, each one fleeting, tender and surreal- no two ever the same for man or time.

Violet eyes widen at the sight of them.

Clapping her hands excitedly, his youngest tugs at him, pointing out the bright colours to him, making funny little noises as she jabbers gibberish. Her enthusiasm is infectious but Ichigo is frowning as he dusts off the pesky things.

He should have never let Rukia talk him into planting them in the gardens, now every spring is just a personal reminder of how big brother is always watching. Byakuya has eyes everywhere, even at his own backyard. That has certainly proven to put a damper on the mood when he's trying to have a few moments of uninterrupted bliss with his wife.

"Hmph."

His non-committal grunt deepens Grimmjow's scowl. Feline grace marks his leap as he jumps off the tree and lands perfectly next to Ichigo.

"Don't just sit there on your fat ass and hmph, you lazy fuck! Get up and fight me! I swear you get lazier every fucking time I see you."

Ichigo snarls, hastily covering his daughter's ears as he glares.

"Oi! Language, asshole!"

Fatherhood mellowed him out pretty nicely but that doesn't mean he isn't a hot minute away from throwing hands with that blue-haired freak if it comes to that. Especially if his little girl's first word turned out to be a swear word because of someone's potty mouth.

"You do this every month," Ichigo rolls his eyes, shifting his hold on his daughter when she starts wriggling on his lap, "Give it up already, Grimmjow! I'm not going to fight you! Come back next month, maybe you'll get lucky."

"C'mon!"

Grimmjow swears that he's not fraternizing with the enemy here. Lines and loyalties are clearly drawn between Shinigamis and Arrancars. He simply laments the fall of a fellow warrior. How the mighty have fallen!

When and how exactly did the saviour of the three realms get reduced into this?

This... blob of passivity and stagnancy?

He eyes the baby- cherubic, rosy cheeks, bright eyes; the root of all evil, the devil dressed in a bunny onesie- with something akin to apprehension in his gaze and feels a shudder running down his spine; to think that a hero will willingly bend the knee and let himself grow weak for this insufferable… creature that does nothing but sleep, eat and poo all day.

It gurgles at him, makes an attempt to grab at him with her grubby hands and he flinches, hissing as he backs away instinctively.

Truly children and babies, especially babies, are the worst!

He briefly contemplates if he will get away with it if he snatches the creature away from her father's hands and runs for the hills the minute he did. That should teach the punk a lesson! It could work in theory, he muses- a Garganta with one hand, hell spawn in the other. Diabolical plan in the works, his lips curled into a smirk as he creeps forward. He'd like to think that he almost got away with it too if he hadn't made the rookie mistake of looking into Ichigo's eyes.

If looks could kill, Ichigo's glare would have been sharp enough to cut him down a million times over.

"Don't even think about it!"

A father's instinct to protect run deep and being parent to a pair of rambunctious pre-schoolers means that hardly anything surprises him anymore. Nothing- especially not a sneak attack aimed at his youngest- gets by him. His grip tightens as he cradles the tiny body against him. Grimmjow is a dead man if he takes another step forward.

Of course not everyone appreciates his efforts. Hisaki, for one- the literal baby of the family and already a full-fledged Kurosaki when it comes to getting things done her way- is not amused by the tight hold. She squirms, pouts and makes an angry face at her father while she makes persistent attempts to lunge at the other man.

"Urhhh-urhh…”

Baby talk is hardly the most eloquent of speeches but Ichigo tries. Her pinched face as she gestures wildly and wills him to let her loose is entirely too precious to be ignored. The doting father follows her line of vision and snorts when he notices her fixated stare at Grimmjow's colourful hair. Okay, so maybe Rukia was on to something when she said that Kurosakis are born with little to no sense to recognize danger and run from it.

He laughs, kissing Hisaki's cute button nose.

Maybe when she's older. Right now, he doesn't even trust Renji with her and that man's got years of experience in dealing with children compared to the almost-feral Arrancar in front of him.

Gently, he bunny kisses her chubby cheeks, blowing raspberries against them until her attention shifts and he becomes the focus of those big violet eyes again. She giggles- delightful little sounds that melts his heart down and has him smitten all over again since the day he first held her.

Bloodlines don't lie and she is perfect- a blend of Rukia and him sieved and condensed into this little bundle of joy. Don't get him wrong, he loves all his children equally but fathers are allowed certain liberties in playing favourites, especially when it comes to their baby daughters.

He runs a hand through her hair- soft, orange tufts that smell like baby shampoo dipped in an assortment of syrupy goodness, honeyed, sweet; heaven on earth- but that face, that pointy little chin and those unworldly eyes that gleam in the dying day; that's all Rukia.

His baby girl is going to be a heartbreaker someday, just like her mother and Ichigo is both a little excited and worried at the prospect. Someday, he thinks; the line of boys queuing up for her love and affection is going to be long enough to go round Seireitei and he needs to be prepared- will have to keep his blade sharp and ready if only for better crowd control.

As if to ease his troubled thoughts, his daughter yawns and snuggles her tired little head against him. Well- he adjusts his hold, wrapping both hands around her. He is getting ahead of himself there. For now, this is already enough excitement for the one-year-old and clearly past her naptime.

He eyes his long-time rival- deeply scowling with no signs of leaving any time soon.

"You're never going to leave until I say yes, aren't you?"

"Damn straight!"

"Fine! Just let me put her to bed first."

He slips in through the back door, wanders inside the house with his bare feet.

The pictures on the wall, silly little knick-knacks from the Living World decorating the shelves- the story of a life he built together with Rukia. A mishmash of new and old; the past and present- still them but better, fuller, happier with each other- of them on their honeymoon, of them at the Ishida's wedding, of them with Chad as he opened his veterinary clinic, the happy little family at the birth of each child, of his eldest's hatsu-zekku, and the most recent picture taken with their extended family- Shibas, Kurosakis, Kuchikis brought together to celebrate Hisaki's first hinamasturi.

Pockets of happiness preserved in stillness. Each one infinitely more precious than ever; chronicles of their evolving journey through life together. The sheer joy, the softness in their eyes; he can't help but mirror and smile back.

"Let me guess? He won't leave until you fight him?"

He looks up from the smiling faces frozen in time to see his reason for being. Sunshine filters through the open window from the kitchen and his breath catches. He sees her gilded and golden, crowned by the halo of the setting sun.

He heaves an exaggerated sigh as he presses his sleeping daughter to her.

"I can't catch a break! I'm supposed to be on paternity leave."

Paternity leave is supposed to be time spent with family, with his wife, especially his wife. Instead he spends it fending off old frenemies, being reminded of his brother-in-law's presence every five minutes while Rukia tackles her paperwork indoors. She only returned to active duty a few weeks ago and it has been a constant nightmare since then to catch up on the backlog of paperwork.

According to the newly minted Captain and mother of three, he's a distraction to her work progress, and can't be trusted not to mislay official documents in a bid to lure her to back to bed for the pursuit of sleep and other carnal activities, so to the gardens it is.

Ichigo doesn't bother denying it. He's simply saying that Captain Kurosaki-Kuchiki needs to do a better job of saying no, of actually pushing him away rather than deepening the kiss or groping at his ass every time he comes on to her.

It does, as the presence of three growing children attests, take two to tango.

Rukia rolls her eyes, "Most paternity leaves don't last a full year."

Ichigo shrugs unapologetically.

"Anyone who's got a problem with that can take it up with the Soutaichou himself. Kyoraku signed the papers- official seal and everything. I'm on paternity leave until further notice. Even Byakuya agrees."

It was nothing less than a miracle. He and Byakuya never agree on anything.

Rukia snorts, pokes at his sides as she teases, "Well, a little sparring might be good for you. You're starting to look a little soft and round around the edges there."

"Oh I'll show you 'soft'!"

With a playful growl, he pounces- grabbing her by the waist as he nuzzles against her soft hair, breathing her in- desperate and reverent, until the world melts away and all that's left is Rukia, sunshine, warmth and home. A hand rises to touch her face, his thumb tracing the fullness of her lips. There's the woman he fell in love with all those years ago. Proud, spirited; still breathtakingly beautiful but now a fuller figure to hold onto at night, a few more laugh lines dotting her familiar face, and maybe- just maybe, a little softer in the exasperated looks she shoots him whenever he annoys her; but still a fighter in every sense of the word.

She fights for him, for them and their little family, and he is so hopelessly in love with her- the undisputed queen of his heart.

"I'll be back by dinner."

"Come back before then."

Rukia pulls him down for a kiss. It is needy, sensual; a familiar ache that tiptoes a fine line between her wants and his needs. Passion flares and there is fire in her touch as she runs her fingers up and down the length of his bare arm- playful, teasing. There's a teenager lying somewhere in him still- eternally seventeen and reeving to go once she gives the signal.

He remembers long hot summer nights, naked bodies coiling in the dark; violet hazes that streak and colour his world when he gives in. Rukia's touch is magnetic and he is drawn irresistibly to the pull.

"The boys can stay a little longer with Nii-sama and Kukaaku-san today and Hisa sleeps like the dead once she's out," she whispers dark and tempting. Teeth nipping at his lips for good measure as she pulls away. He's all putty and labile in her hands and she knows it.

"We can have the whole house to ourselves."

He almost whimpers. The things she does to him-

He groans, forcing himself to look away from her sultry bedroom eyes. It's been too long.

"Stop seducing me in front of my daughter!"

Rukia laughs, tenderly brushing the stray wispy hair away from Hisaki's face. "You mean our daughter."

Swaddled in her mother's arm, his youngest looks even tinier than usual; her face small enough to fit into one of his palm and a little drool escapes the corner of her mouth as she fusses, tiny little digits flexing then bunching at her mother. His lips curve, wondering what she's dreaming about and if she can comprehend just how happy she makes him just by existing.

They were in his arms before he even knew it. His heart so full that it seems to burst at the seams with the love he has for his little family, smiling so wide that his cheeks hurt.

There is nothing that he wouldn't do for her, for them.

"I'll be back."

Fingers brush at his cheek. Rukia's eyes are soft and smiling as she watches him leave.

Knowing what he knows now, Ichigo will be the first to admit that there's still a whole lot out there that he doesn't know but this much is true: life is a mystery and anything can happen in the blink of an eye, so when good things happen you don't question it.

You don't look a gift horse in the mouth, or scorn at your good fortunes like a little shit and ask why. No, you count your blessings, grab hold of them and run- praying in vain that you'll somehow outrun time itself and the fates never catch a glimpse of your happiness long enough to be envious of it.

Somehow, somewhere; he was at the right place, asked the right questions at the right time and Rukia said yes to all the important ones.

Life begins anew and he hasn't looked back since.

All is well.

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shireness-says · 5 years

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Ear-resistible

Summary: Emma may be out the night before Easter as a favor to Mary Margaret, but she didn't expect to see Killian Jones in the center of town. After midnight. In a rabbit suit. Rated T for language. ~2.5K. Also on Ao3.

A/N: Happy Easter to those who celebrate it! Yes, this is going up a little early, but I’ll be busy tomorrow and the events of the fic happen the night before anyways. It’s a good enough excuse. Loosely based on an episode of the mid-90s BBC comedy “The Vicar of Dibley”, which I watched an inexplicable amount of as a kid for someone born after it premiered in the United States. It’s still funny.

Thanks to @snidgetsafan for her beta-ing and half the puns. She’s the best.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Storybrooke, Maine has always been a little too good to be true.

After all, there isn’t really a place with an annual candle-based festival, or one where an entire town takes a lonely orphan girl under their collective wing, or one with a massive town-wide Easter egg hunt. It’s absurd. That place can’t exist.

And yet, somehow, Storybrooke does.

Emma Swan even knows the person who dresses as the Easter Bunny every year (because that’s exactly the kind of town Storybrooke is) - a lovely young lady named Mary Margaret Nolan, local fifth grade teacher and daughter of the late Leo Blanchard, the former mayor who’d originated this tradition in the first place. Mary Margaret continuing her father’s legacy, rabbit costume and all, is the least shocking of all of this - something about continuity and family tradition and other sentiments that belong in a friggin’ Hallmark movie. After all, this is Storybrooke, the only town in the world where all of this seems natural.

Mary Margaret Nolan also happens to be Emma Swan’s best friend, which is how she gets pulled into this whole mess in the first place.

“I don’t know what happened, but I’ve caught some sort of stomach bug,” she’d explained to Emma over the phone. She’d certainly sounded miserable, her voice echoing around the bathroom where undoubtedly she’d still been camped. That’s probably why Emma had agreed when Mary Margaret had begged Emma to do her a huge favor.

Unfortunately, that favor had been to dress up as the goddamn Easter Bunny to hide eggs around town.

(Personally, Emma thinks insisting she wear a costume is stupid, but Mary Margaret had been insistent.

“What if one of the kids sees you?” she’d asked, like there’d actually be school kids peeking out their windows at half past midnight. Lucky for Mary Margaret, one of the few guilt trips that still works on Emma is the prospect of disappointed kids.)

She feels ridiculous, honestly. Blatantly ridiculous. If Mary Margaret has a bug, there’s no way Emma is putting on her rabbit suit, so Emma had taken things into her own hands. Rabbit footie pajamas complete with fluffy tail and some ears on a headband is close enough, right? Especially since she’s painted whiskers and teeth on her face? Mary Margaret’s very fancy and expensive rabbit suit doubtless wouldn’t have fit anyways, since Emma is a good several inches taller. Hey, if she has to do this insane thing, at least she’s going to be comfortable.

Hiding eggs is kinda fun, Emma has to admit. It’s a bit of fun she never really got as a kid, only seeing it on TV and wishing she could do that too. She’d already been 15 by the time the Nolans had taken her in, eventually for good, and Emma had already been too old and full of teenage attitude to take part in the hunt herself, even if the residents of Storybrooke - who adopted her nearly as much as Ruth and Robert and David had - doubtless would have cheered her on if she had. It’s fun, finding clever little places to stash eggs for the older kids and easier spots that will make the littler ones feel clever, all the while hearing the rattle of coins and candy inside the plastic.

Sure, there’s a few eggs in spots Emma doesn’t remember leaving anything, but it’s half past midnight. It’s easy enough to write that off as tiredness and simple forgetfulness. Since the eggs are fake, Emma doesn’t need to keep a map of where she hides things for later. She’s the only one out doing this, anyways, and the eggs don’t look like they’ve been left outside for a year; there’s no reason to think she’s not the one who hid them.

That makes it all the more shocking to look across the town square and see another figure in full rabbit costume with a wagon full of eggs.

“What the…” she mutters, squinting as if it could somehow make the sight make sense.

Meanwhile, the other rabbit takes off their head piece - one of those massive mascot-type deals. “Swan?” they call in an accented male voice, before moving closer into her clear line of sight.

Oh shit. She knows exactly who it is: Killian Jones, local bartender and object of her lust (and possible love). And the last person Emma wants to see facing her in a rabbit suit.

Emma not wanting to see Jones has nothing to do with her own feelings; she’s willing to admit, at least to herself, that she likes Jones one hell of a lot, likes his smile and his sense of humor and that delicious accent that sends shivers chasing down her spine, even if all three are usually directed at other people. There’s been an attraction, at least on her part, ever since he moved to Storybrooke almost two and a half years ago now. No, the problem is that Jones doesn’t like her, and Emma can’t figure out why.

She’d thought it was some kind of jealousy at first, what with the way she catches him glaring whenever she interacts with other men in the bar, but it’s more than that. If she leans over the bar to try and talk to him over the noise, he groans. If they see each other in public, he offers only the briefest pleasantries before heading in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. Honestly, he seems disdainful of everything about her. The heart wants what the heart wants, though, and Emma’s never been able to quash her attraction to Killian Jones, God help her.

“What are you doing here, lass?” he asks as he approaches until he’s close enough for Emma to reach out and touch his mascot suit if she wanted too. Did Storybrooke High change its team from the Knights to the… Demon Rabbits or something? She doesn’t follow high school sports close enough to remember; all she knows is that the enormous rabbit head under Killian’s arm is freaking her out with its dead eyes and cartoonish teeth.

“What do you think I’m doing out here?” Emma shoots back, probably harsher than is needed in the situation. Maybe this is why she’s still single. “I’m hiding Easter eggs. Jesus Christ, where did you get that awful costume?”

“No,” he replies slowly, gesturing towards his ridiculous wagon. “I’m the one hiding Easter eggs. And technically, Swan, it’s already Easter, it seems pretty bold to be taking the Lord’s name in vain on Easter. But, for the record, Belle lent it to me from the drama department. The high school put on a production of Harvey last year, don’t you remember?”

“Shut up,” she mumbles. The know-it-all attitude definitely isn’t helping any of this… even if Emma hadn’t remembered that play. Musical? Whatever. “Okay, well, I don’t know why you’d be hiding eggs still, because Mary Margaret asked me to take over since she’s sick.” Emma’s getting a bit defensive about this, but she can’t actually bring herself to care.

“And David asked me for the same reason. I don’t know why you’re arguing with me about this, Swan.”

“Because you’re not supposed to be here!” she all but explodes, before reigning her emotions back in. It’s just a weird misunderstanding; there’s no reason to get mad at Killian for something that’s not his fault. Probably. “Look, just… I don’t want to be in your way, just as much as you don’t want me in your way, so you take the North end and I’ll hide stuff on the South end. Everything gets covered and you won’t have to deal with me. Fine by you?”

“That seems a bit harsh,” Killian mumbles back. Notably, he doesn’t answer her question, which Emma tries not to be pissed about. God, this man some days.

“What, the divide and conquer plan? Not sure what you’d find harsh about that.”

“No, the part where you seem to think I’m bothered by you.”

“Look, you don’t have to pretend, Killian. I know you don’t like me, and it’s fine, I’m a big girl, we’ll just stay out of each other’s hair —”

“What makes you think I don’t like you?” To his credit, Killian does look genuinely confused. That almost pisses Emma off more - this who, me? act that he’s apparently decided to put on.

“Oh please. I’d have to be blind not to see the glares and hear the groans and whatever. I’m not an idiot, I can put two and two together.”

“It’s not what you think,” Killian argues - weakly, in Emma’s opinion - turning red to his very ears.

“You go out of your way to avoid me,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, but it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s because…” Killian trails off for a moment, before muttering something unintelligible.

“I didn’t understand a single word of that,” Emma comments dryly, crossing her arms. “Try again.”

Killian sighs heavily. “Look, I really like you, alright?”

“No you don’t.” It’s a stupid thing to say, considering that he literally just told her so (and turned adorably red doing it), but it’s Emma’s knee-jerk reaction. There’s no way, right?

He scratches behind his ear - a sign Emma’s learned means he’s uncomfortable or embarrassed. Could he actually be serious? “Aye, I really do. Veering rather alarmingly towards the territory of “smitten”, if I’m quite honest.”

“But you’re always so... disapproving,” she tries to reason. “If you like me so much, why all the glaring and the groaning?”

“When do I groan?”

“Usually when I’m leaning against the bar, though I can probably come up with other examples.”

Killian laughs. It’s very much unexpected. “You’d groan too, Swan, if a lady you fancied had a habit of leaning down right in front of you and perfectly displaying all her lovely undergarments. I’m just a man, love, and that lacy black number does things to me.”

Oh. Oh. Well, she supposes that makes enough sense. Still… “Well, what about everything else? You go out of your way to avoid me, don’t pretend you don’t.”

He sighs again, a frustrated sound this time. Maybe a little sad too. “I know it doesn’t make much sense. And believe me, it wasn’t at all for lack of want. But you’re my best friend’s little sister,” he shrugs. “David can be protective, not that I blame him. I’m sure I’d be the same if I had a younger sister. But the fact remains that I’m not too keen on him cutting my balls off over this, especially since it’s so one-sided.”

That gives Emma pause for a moment. “Wait, one-sided?” she demands. “Is that what you think this is?”

“Aye,” he says, hanging his head. Rejection tinges his tone - needlessly, really, but he’s not picking up one her cues in the least. “Which is fine, Swan, I’m a grown lad and my feelings are my own. I’m not asking… that is, I’d never assume you felt the same, and nothing needs to change —”

“Whoa, hold on, that’s not —” Emma cuts herself off to collect her own thoughts, running her hands along her scalp in an anxious gesture. It’s been an absolute 180 in the past few minutes where her perception of their relationship is concerned, and she feels the need to take a few moments to try and recenter herself, collect her bearings. “Fuck,” she grumbles, “this is not how I imagined this going at all.”

“How you imagined what, love?” Confusion still colors his face; that just won’t do. She’s making a total hash of this - though she’d argue that that’s kind of on him as well - but maybe there’s still a way to redeem it. It’s about the destination, not the journey, right?

(She’s pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes, but she also doesn’t care anymore.)

So she kisses him, reaches across and hauls Killian down to meet her mouth by the front of the ridiculous vest his stupid rabbit costume is wearing. It’s the only redeeming factor of the whole thing, allowing her some form of leverage.

The kiss isn’t a gentle thing. Somehow, in her mind, Emma always imagined sweeping instrumentals as her and Killian’s lips brushed, hands stealing tentatively into hair and across cheeks. This is… not that. There’s a lot of tongue and a bit of teeth (mostly on her part) and honestly, the word she’s looking for to describe this is probably closest to devour. After waiting so goddamn long there just doesn’t seem to be a point in taking it slow; instead, she’d rather try to make up for every missed second, all at once. Not that Killian seems opposed to it. Rather, he seems determined to pull Emma as close as humanly possible, like if she’s just plastered tight enough to his front he can feel her through his ridiculous bulky rabbit suit.

Eventually, the franticness starts to settle into something easier, tongues giving way to lips, nipping giving way to sucking. They’ve finally perfected the angle too, noses just barely brushing as their mouths meet. Emma’s hands have settled on his chest, faux-furred as it is, and Killian’s have begun to creep down from her hips towards her ass. After his talk about being tormented by the sightline down her shirt, Emma would have figured he was a boob man, but hey, she’s not opposed to this development either…

Until he reaches the stupid fluffball on the seat of her pants and pulls.

Emma jerks back at that. “Did you just tweak my tail?” she demands, staring at him incredulously.

“Couldn’t help myself, love,” he teases, dropping a little kiss on her nose. “You make a bloody cute Easter Bunny.”

“Oh my God, file that under ‘things I never want to hear again’,” Emma groans, but she’s smiling too. It’s hard not to, now that she gets to enjoy his playful side. “C’mon, we’ve got to finish hiding these eggs… but maybe you can come back to my burrow afterwards.” She even throws in a wink for good measure, now that there’s no reason they can’t have a little fun.

“I’m holding you to that, love,” he says, crossing back to his wagon as Emma collects her own fabric grocery sack full of eggs. Once they’re both collected again, his terrifying rabbit head perched in the wagon’s bucket, Killian offers his free pawto her. “Shall we?”

“Yeah, alright.”

They’ve barely started walking again before the realization hits Emma, making her groan.

“What is it, love?” Killian asks, his voice full of concern.

“Nothing to worry about, not really,” she quickly clarified. “I just realized… if this is Mary Margaret and David’s idea of a set up, I’m going to kill them.”

Killian laughs uproariously at that, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Ah, well, all’s well that ends well, right?”

(As it turns out, no one really believes Mary Margaret when she tries to claim that this is exactly what she had planned all along. Distraction induced by morning sickness is much more believable, after all, than setting up two people to fall in love as the Easter Bunnies.)

(Emma and Killian are a little too busy doing some other things like rabbits to care too much.)

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fanfiction #my writing #Ear-resistable #holiday fic #Easter #happy Sunday everyone

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sleepyverstappens · 7 years

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Winner Of The Night (2/2)

Title: Winner Of The Night

Pairing: Ryan Hawley/Danny Miller

Rating: M

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: none for the second chapter really

Summary: It’s the day after the TV Choice Awards

(Read on AO3)

Chapter 1

A/N: Apparently I wasn't done with this yet, so have some silly day after fic :D (Also apparently you can make yourself grumpy by thinking of a character being grumpy :P)

“Make it stop!” Danny groans burying his face in Ryan’s chest. The alarm was blaring at him loudly after what felt like only 5 minutes of sleep.

“You’re closest,” Ryan mumbles sleepily. Danny just presses his face into Ryan’s chest further. Everything seemed to hurt and turning around to turn off the alarm seemed like a terrible amount of effort.

“Hurts,” he just groans, hoping Ryan would reach over him to turn the alarm off even though he was closer.

With a lot of grumbling and blind fumbling Ryan finally managed to find Danny’s phone and turn the alarm off, making sure not to snooze it so that they wouldn’t have to go through this trouble again in 5 minutes.

“You can’t have that much of a hangover, we barely drank anything last night,” Ryan questions him.

“Not a hangover, just sore.”

“Ah. Did I go too far last night? Too rough?” Ryan asks, his eyes worried as he bites his lip.

“No, course not, I would’ve said something.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah, last night was amazing. It’s the good kind of ache, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt a bit though,” he says grimacing as he rolls back onto his back, his back aching as his weight presses onto the bruises covering it. He stretches out his whole body, letting out another groan as he feels an ache in pretty much every muscle of his body. “Gonna go take a shower, maybe that’ll help a bit.”

“’kay, I’ll get the coffee going,” Ryan replies as he sits up against the headboard, not making a move to actually get out of bed yet.

The water is just starting to warm up when he feels cold air hit his back as the shower door opens. Arms wrap around his waist and he feels Ryan press a kiss against his shoulder blade.

“Thought you were getting the coffee going.”

“Couldn’t help myself, you looked so good all naked and covered in my marks,” Ryan murmurs into the skin of his shoulder, his mouth working over the skin of the unbruised shoulder. He’s pressed close to him and Danny can feel him getting hard behind him.

“Don’t think I can go again yet,” he sighs as Ryan’s cock twitches against his arse cheeks.

“I know.” Ryan presses another kiss against his shoulder, Danny is sure he’s just left another bruise on his skin, and reaches for the shower gel. He soaps up his hand before running them down Danny’s front. His hands are running over his pecs, rubbing over his nipples until they’re covered in suds. They then crawl down lower, covering his abs in soap before they find his hips.

His mouth is still working over the skin at the crook of his shoulder as Ryan’s hand wraps around his cock. It doesn’t take long before he is fully hard, already halfway there because of Ryan’s roaming hands. His lips find his pulse point and suck on it hard as his hand twists on the upstroke.

Ryan somehow manages to cover his arse with soap one handed and presses his own erection against his arse. His cock slides in between the top of his arse cheeks, finding friction as he rubs it where his cheeks press together.

It’s overwhelming, the steam fogging up the glass of the shower door as their breaths fall heavily. Ryan’s face is still buried into his shoulder as he gasps out hitched breaths, the hand on Danny’s cock working in fast strokes now. Neither of them lasts long as they slide against each other so easily with the water pouring down around them.

Danny comes first, mouth falling open on a shout as Ryan pulls his orgasm from him, working him through it. Ryan follows soon after, hips thrusting against his backside before he feels warm cum fall onto his arse. The evidence is quickly washed away as they’re catching their breaths.

Slowly Ryan loosens his grip around him, reaching for the shower gel again, this time for its actual use. They wash up quickly, their shower already taking up more time than expected and they needed to catch their train back home soon.

“Shit, now I’ve got to cover up even more,” he whines as he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror after they’ve dried themselves off.

“Had to make it even though, didn’t I,” Ryan grins, pressing another kiss into his shoulder.

“Morning!” Adam yells into his ear, making him pull up his shoulders to get away from the noise.

“Ugh, do you have to be so loud?”

“Figured you’d have a hangover after last night and what are best mates for if not to annoy you whilst you’re hungover. Especially since I’m not sharing your misery today,” Adam grins as he punches him in the shoulder as he sits down next to him on the couch. He can’t stop the hiss that leaves his lips as Adam’s fist connects right with one of the bruises covering his shoulder.

“Not got a hangover mate, but I don’t think anyone likes someone shouting right into their ear,” he says rubbing his shoulder gently, the foundation covering the bruises was already starting to itch.

“No hangover? I figured you’d be drinking well into the night after all the awards we won.”

“Well I wasn’t,” Danny grumbles back. He didn’t know why he was in such a mood, but Adam pestering him wasn’t helping.

“What’s got you in such a mood? Ryan not put out last night or something?”

Danny sends his best mate a look, Adam couldn’t be further away from the truth, but even if that had been the case he’d like to think he wouldn’t be in a sour mood just because Ryan didn’t want to have sex.

“No, figured that wouldn’t be it, you guys are usually at it like bunnies.”

He scowls at his friend, ever since Adam had caught them with Danny’s hands down Ryan’s pants behind the Mill building he’d been making out like they were a bunch of teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And while Danny was by no means complaining, he’d like to think they weren’t that bad.

“Just need some more coffee. Don’t you have some scene to go and film?”

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone with that cloud above your head,” Adam says holding his hands up in surrender, figuring it was probably best to leave Danny alone for now.

He didn’t know why he was taking it out on Adam, it wasn’t his fault he was in a mood and he didn’t even know why he was in one to begin with. He’d just had another awesome orgasm this morning and the train ride back to Leeds had gone smoothly.

He tries to rid himself of the funk as he pulls Aaron’s hoodie over his shoulders and makes his way over to hair and make-up. His first scene of the day was easy enough, just some background acting in the café for a scene between Dominic and Zoe.

“Hey, you alright? Adam said you were in a right strop this morning,” Ryan says in lieu of a greeting as he sinks into the seat next to Danny for their lunch.

“’m fine,” Danny murmurs back, before stabbing at the salad in front of him.

“Danny, come on, talk to me,” Ryan says, the worried look back on his face.

“’s just that everything still hurts and this foundation is itching like crazy. Got told off for moving about too much in the background of Dominic and Zoe’s scene this morning, but I’ve never hated a scene where I just had to sit so much. But I kept pressing into the bruises as I leaned back and my arse is still sore as well. And they gave me some of Aaron’s tightest clothes and they’re rubbing over the bruises all the time and they just…. Ugh, I don’t know, ‘m just in a mood because of it and I don’t know what to do about it, because it’s not like I can just make it go away.”

“Hey, hey, shh. It’s alright, it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to do all of that on a weekday, but I guess I got lost in the celebration and everything.”

“No, no. I told you, last night was great. I just need something to distract me, because every time I feel them I need to fight off a boner, which didn’t help with the squirming about in that scene earlier either,” Danny says with a laugh. Even just venting at Ryan has put him in a better mood already.

“That’s better,” Ryan smiles as he brushes a thumb over the soft smile that lingers on his face, dipping in to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m sorry the bruises hurt, but I still love that you’re covered in my marks. I can’t stop thinking about them, I might not ever let them fade away,” Ryan says in a low voice, lips pressed to his ear.

Danny lets out a soft moan as Ryan’s breath tickles against his ear, feeling Ryan’s lips press against where he knew a covered up bruise was. “We don’t have time,” he groans, willing his body to calm down again.

“I know,” Ryan sighs, thumbing over the bruise that was starting to become visible again. “Lemme fix that for you.” He reaches for the bottle of foundation on the dressing table. Danny had come back to sulk in the dressing room for his lunch break instead of the crowded cafeteria, but he was glad Ryan had come to find him, his bad mood gone after just a few minutes with him.

Ryan dabs a cotton pad in foundation and gently pats it against his neck to cover the bruise up again. “There, all fixed.” He presses a kiss to Danny’s cheek with a smile before grabbing his hand and pulling him off the leather sofa, “Come on we’ve got some fun scenes to film in the Woolie this afternoon.”

“Mate, you’ve got something…” Adam says giving him a funny look as he gestures at Danny’s neck. He grabs his phone to check his neck in the camera and surely he saw that one of the bruises on his neck had started to become visible.

“Shit,” he groans trying to fix it by rubbing some of the foundation down, but he only uncovering more of the bruise.

“Mate is that a hickey? I know I said you were like a right pair of teenagers, but hickeys?” Adam chuckles, ruffling his hair and thumping his back causing Danny to let out a hiss again.

“Mate, you gotta stop the abuse,” he jokes trying to play off the grimace that spreads on his face as Adam’s hand lands on another bruise.

“Who are like a pair of teenagers?” Isabel, who had just walked onto the set for their scene, asks.

“Danny and Ryan! Look he’s got a hickey and everything.” Adam gestures enthusiastically at the still uncovered bruise.

Isabel hisses in a breath as she noticed the dark purple bruise covering Danny’s neck. “Ouch, that looks like a bad one. Ryan sure got you with that one.”

“What did I do now?”

“Babe, they’re making fun of me!” Danny whines petulantly as Ryan walks up to the group of them.

“Why?”

Danny just points at his neck. “Oh,” he says stupidly as he sees the now uncovered bruise he had left there that morning.

“Ryan mate, how old are you again?” Adam laughs and Ryan just frowns at him. “You’re a bit old to be leaving hickeys on your boyfriend aren’t ya.”

“If you’re bored with your own sex life you should talk to your wife mate, not me,” Ryan quips back. Adam spluttered, eyes growing wide.

“Why are we talking about Adam’s sex life?” Isobel queries as she strolls onto set, Liv’s ponytail swishing back and forth behind her.

“We aren’t; they’re just trying to distract us from the conversation about theirs!” Adam replies immediately, adamant not to let the topic drop. Danny groans, dropping his head against Ryan’s shoulders as everyone’s eyes were once again focussed on the bruise on his neck.

“Just be glad they only know about that one,” Ryan whispers quietly into his ear as one of his hands finds one of the bruises on his back and presses into it, eliciting a gasp from Danny. His eyes are wide as he looks back up at Ryan, his boyfriend was playing dirty. “I hate you,” he whispers back, before his focus is drawn back to the conversation around them.

“Ew, that’s like finding out your parents still have sex,” Isobel says.

“Oi! No way am I old enough to be your father!” He exclaims.

“No, but he is,” she says pointing at Ryan.

“Ooh, a teen father, scandalous,” Isabel joins in.

Both of them just screw their faces up, Isobel joining in with them.

“I mean she looks like the perfect mix of both of ya,” Adam quips.

“Mate, I don’t think that’s how biology works,” Danny laughs. It wasn’t the first time someone had mentioned that Isobel was the perfect casting for Liv, a mini-me of himself with Ryan or Robert’s blonde hair. He was happy she was just his little sis though, because whilst Ryan was technically old enough he really was too young to be her father.

“Well clearly you’ve been trying enough,” Adam jokes back.

“Ewww, it’s just as weird when it’s your sort of brother,” Isobel whines.

“Right then shall we cover this up and get started on the scene.” Neil, the director of the day, speaks up interrupting their conversation. He’s already motioning for someone from the make-up department to come and sort him out and then they get into position for the scene.

“Today wasn’t so bad in the end huh,” Ryan asks him later that day. Danny is laid out of the couch, feet in Ryan’s lap and some rerun of Top Gear is playing on the TV. The bruises were starting to hurt less as he switched into his PJs and slumped into their comfortable sofa.

“If I forget the humiliation of getting caught with a hickey on my neck yeah.”

“Hey, they were just messing, you know that.”

“Yeah I do, but I’m gonna get you back someday, you know that right?” He smirks back, an idea already forming in his brain.

#my fic #dryan fic #dryan #danny miller #ryan hawley #emmerdale rpf #edited along the way but if there's still some mistakes they're all mine

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