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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Kiss In Cars And Downtown Bars

college baseball player!drew starkey x fem!reader

a college baseball au fic

warnings: makeouts, mentions of sex, nudity, mentions cum, underage drinking, an uncomfortable situation

It all started with your first kiss. It was in Barnes & Noble during your second date.

You and Drew set off to find books that you thought the other would like, without knowing each other’s favorite genres. You figured Drew was a classic literature guy, so you picked East of Eden. Because it was too easy to pick something, you decided to browse different genres. You were going to pick something he most likely would have no interest in reading, so that he’d have to read it. You actually ended up picking one of your favorite books from when you were younger, ‘Holes.’

You walk around the bookstore, trying to find Drew when you feel a hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you into one of the aisles and into his body.

“Oh my god, Drew! You scared me!” You breathe out, heart beating erratically.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

His hand is still on your waist, holding your attention and making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“I got your books,” you inform him.

“Me too,” he replies.

“I’m going to win this challenge,” you say sassily with a tilt of your head.

Drew moves his hand from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you into his body some more.

“We’ll see,” he says in a hushed tone.

You’re both staring straight into each other’s eyes, unspoken words finally being shared. He pulls your body closer, chest to chest. Your hands are pressed flat against his toned chest. If it weren’t for the staticky murmurs around you, you’re sure he’d be able to hear your heart beating. You let your eyes flicker to his lips, pink and waiting for your lips to land. He notices and you see him cast a glance around your area, making sure no one’s around before he gives you what you both have been craving.

At first it’s just a simple touch, simple but very teasing. Your lips brush against each other; it was barely a kiss.

You peer into each other’s eyes, trying to gauge what the other person is feeling.

You have enough of waiting, so you let one of your hands grip his shirt and pull him towards you.

“Kiss me,” you tell him.

He wastes no time in locking lips with yours. The sirens go off in your head, your body thrumming with undeniable satisfaction.

Your other hand reaches up to cup his cheek, not wanting him to pull away any time soon. In result, he lets his hand wander away from its spot on the small of your back. His finger tip trails up from the bottom of your spine all the way to the top, and then he’s gripping the back of your neck. It causes your body to shudder, falling more into his own.

“You’re really going to like your books. I just know it,” he says into the kiss.

You hum and pull away, giggling like a little schoolgirl.

“You’re full of it,” you muse, giving him a playful shove.

He pulls your face back to his to connect your lips one more time, liking kissing you in the privacy of the bookshelves.

Since that day, it’s become both of your thing to share kisses and soft spoken whispers in between bookshelves- especially in the campus libraries.

Like now, you were in the library trying to find a book that interests you. Drew knew you were there and decided to surprise you after his practice.

Two big hands settle on your hips making you yelp out in fear. You turn around to see who it is, but Drew quickly pulls you into a hug, laughing at your reaction.

“Drew! I hate you!” You groan out, hiding your face in his chest.

He tries to stifle his laughs, but as he kisses your cheek, his laughter lets loose. You giggle at his infectious laugh when his eyes close and his teeth are on full display.

“How was practice?” You ask, throwing your arms around his neck.

Your body is up against the tall bookshelves and he’s crowded in your small bubble of privacy.

“You know, the usual: hit some home runs, made some badass plays,” he jokes around.

“Haha. You probably struck out on all at-bats,” you tease, letting your eyes flirt with him by the way you bat your eyelashes and look down at his lips.

“I never strikeout,” he whispers, placing one arm over your head on the bookshelf behind you, leaning closer to your face.

You lean up, connecting your lips in a slow, but sensual kiss. He hums at the taste of your cherry chapstick, a taste he didn’t even realize he liked until he tasted it on you.

When you feel his tongue glide along the seam of your bottom lip, you force yourself to pull away with a low whine.

“Slow down there, cowboy,” you whisper, subconsciously following his lips when he does eventually pull away.

“Sorry, you’re irresistible,” he flirts, leaning in for more kisses that you don’t deny him of.

“You’re distracting me,” you point out, playing around with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Did you find a book anyways?”

“Nooo,” you drag out your answer.

“Then was I really distracting you? C’mon, let's go get something to eat, and then I will read you some of my favorite poetry in your dorm room,” he suggests, and who are you to turn down such a good offer.

The further you got into your relationship with Drew, the more you were brought around his friends and teammates. It was really intimidating and if you were being honest, being around them made you crawl back into your shell. It’s not that they were rude or bad people, you just weren’t used to everyone being in your business. Which is why whenever you started to feel a little too good at parties, you and Drew would sneak away into his truck. You were a touchy, needy drunk.

“Drew,” you whine, leaning most of your body weight on him.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Kiss me,” you beg.

He unlocks his truck and sets you down on the backseat. He was almost just as drunk as you were. As soon as he seats himself next to you, you straddle his lap and bring his lips to yours.

He felt your hips about to rut against him, so he firmly gripped them to stop your movements. You had only been together for 2 months, and you haven’t had sex yet. He didn’t want anything to happen while you both were under the influence.

“Baby,” he mutters against your lips.

You just hum in response, too busy kissing him.

“Sweet girl, we need to slow down a bit. We’ve both been drinking,” he tells you.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you poke at his cheek and giggle.

“Give me a kiss,” he whispers into the thick air, both his hands traveling up to rest where your shoulder blades are.

“I was just kissing you,” you sass.

“So kiss me again.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

The kiss is much softer now. You’re holding onto both of his cheeks, just enjoying the soft pecks he’s giving you.

The windows are foggy and there’s little to no air, but as long as you’re breathing each other’s air, everything is just fine.

You pull away, finally taking a breath and just stare in his eyes. The usual bright blue is now an intense dark shade of blue, sending tingles all throughout your body. His cheeks are rosy from the alcohol and your kisses. He was quite literally the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

During your inner thoughts, he’s completely mesmerized by you. Your hair is tousled, your lips are plump and slick with your smeared lip gloss, and your eyelashes are fluttering while you give him a lovesick smile.

“You’re beautiful,” he compliments you.

“You’re beautiful,” you say back, getting shy and burying your head in his broad shoulder.

He smatters a bunch of kisses on your temple, making you giggle and kiss him real quick before you’re cuddling into him again. Shared kisses in his truck were always perfect.

Your naked body is flush against Drew’s, both of you almost asleep. He has one arm underneath your neck, both of you facing each other, and one of your arms laid on his waist. The closeness isn’t enough for Drew, so he pulls one of your legs to wrap around him.

You’re focused on his rhythmic breathing and the slight sheen of sweat covering his body. The room is dark and there’s music softly spilling out of Drew’s computer.

Drew had a baseball game earlier in the day and he was bruised and sore, so you offered to give him a massage once you were in his room. He was quick to peel his clothing off, needing to feel relief on his muscles, but one thing led to another and soon you were both panting messes covered in sweat and cum.

You bring your hand up and trace a heart over his heart. You can feel the fast thumping.

He presses a kiss to your cheek before rubbing his nose against yours.

A kiss to your nose.

A kiss to your chin.

A kiss to your forehead.

He dips his head down to kiss the valley of your chest.

One final kiss to your waiting lips.

“I’m cold,” you say, shivering to prove your point.

“Turn around,” he directs you and you turn around so that your back is to his chest. He wraps both his arms around your body, allowing his warmth to swallow you.

“Do you feel better?” You ask, referring to his sore body.

“Yeah, baby. Your hands are magic,” he mutters into the back of your head.

“Come home with me this weekend,” he breaks the momentary silence.

He had been asking you to go home with him for a weekend to meet his parents, but you were really hesitant. You didn’t have a great familial upbringing, so tight knit families intimidated you like no other.

“Please,” he slightly pulls away from you to press a kiss to your spine.

You sit in silence, pondering his request. You’ve been together for 5 months, maybe it was time to meet his parents.

“Please,” he continues, pressing a kiss in between your shoulder blades.

“Please,” he begs, a kiss to the back of your neck, continuing down to your sweet spot.

“Fine,” you give in, turning back around to face him.

“Thank you, baby,” he leans in to kiss you.

You part your lips, inviting his tongue to tangle with yours. His kisses always had you giving into his pleas, especially when you both were already tangled in the sheets on his bed.

“Dance with me,” Drew pulls you off the bar stool, not waiting for your answer.

You both are at a club with a bunch of friends, celebrating the end of the second semester.

There was nothing Drew liked more than dancing when out at a club, so here you were, out of your comfort zone, dancing with Drew.

He pulls your body into his and then dips you causing you to squeal in surprise. He then spins you out and back into his body, so that your back is to his front. His hands are planted on your hips.

You both sway to the beat of the music. The dance floor was crowded, but Drew made sure to keep you protected in his space. The mixed drinks you had been drinking are finally kicking in, your body becomes light and your hips start to gain a mind of their own.

Your butt starts to grind into Drew, and you can feel his body tense as he wasn’t used to you being like this in public. Not that he minds.

“You feeling okay?” He just needed to make sure that you were okay, and not sick or anything.

“Never been better!” You shout over the music.

As the song turns into something more fast paced, you begin to jump around and flaunt your hips sexily. Drew is still dancing behind you, enjoying the sight of your body in the flashing lights.

You jump around, twirl, and sway your body to the music as the beat thumps in your veins. You throw your head back, hair flying everywhere, but you don't care. When you look ahead, you catch eyes with some guy. His stare made you feel uncomfortable which resulted in your body colliding with Drew’s, wanting comfort immediately.

He senses your uneasiness within a millisecond, quickly slipping his arms around your waist.

“What’s wrong?”

“Some guy was watching me,” you say loud enough for him to hear.

You notice that same guy walking towards you, your body stiffening and Drew holding you tighter. Something about the guy’s stare just seemed scary.

“Want to dance?” The guy asks as if he didn’t even notice Drew.

Now, Drew is all for letting you speak up for yourself, but this time he answers for you.

“She’s good, dude,” he shouts.

“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to her!”

“I answered anyway. She’s my girlfriend so back the fuck off!”

Before the guy could react, you were reaching back to grab the back of Drew’s neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. The guy was quick to walk away, muttering something about you. You had to turn around in Drew’s arms, so he wouldn’t go after the guy, distracting him with wet kisses on his neck.

Yeah, you were starting to become more and more comfortable with Drew in public, but because you always knew his kisses could be your solace in any uncomfortable situation. Kisses in bars were viewed by everyone around you, but you never noticed as the world always slipped away when his lips touched yours.

a/n: I had this idea and I ran with it! It takes place during their freshman year of college. Hope you all enjoy it!

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padfootagain · 6 months

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Deeper Love

Hello everyone ! Here is another request that was made for my 6k event by @pinchofhoney : “hello!! i just wanted to congratulate you once again! you’re amazing writer and as i already said – you deserve every of these follows!!<;33

of course, i’d love to take part in your event!! can i have a ben barnes with friends with benefits to lovers? 🙈

thank you so much! and have a great day (or night, if you’re reading this right now hahah)”

Thank you so much for your request! I hope you like this little piece!

Hope you all like this fic. Tell me what you think :)

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, NO ACTUAL NSFW BUT MENTIONS OF SEX SO NO MINORS HERE!!

Summary: Ben and you have been friends with benefits for a few months. And it was all fun and game, until feelings got into the fray…

Word Count: 3362

Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Ben watched you getting dressed. It was a sight he had grown accustomed to, it was almost familiar, really. Slipping your bra on, your underwear, your blue jeans… He watched you fix your hair in the mirror, studying your reflection until you were satisfied. He knew all about your morning routine, from the temperature of your shower, the time spent brushing your teeth, to your favourite food for breakfast.

It was almost domestic at this point. It was forming habits. Like the spare toothbrush in his bathroom, and his extra pair of jeans in your drawer.

And yet you weren’t together. You were… just friends.

Just friends…

Only, with benefits. The benefits being sex, of course. Long nights spent in pleasure, in astronomical bliss. A solution, at first, to fulfil a pulsion, an urge you had both felt, an itch to be scratched. Nothing serious, nothing complicated, nothing to get attached to. Just two friends pleasuring each other. Nothing less, nothing more. It was the deal.

And it worked. For the first few weeks, it worked brilliantly. You were quickly at ease with each other, and your nights and mornings most definitely became filled with pleasure… and it was all going smoothly.

But then you left your toothbrush at his place, along with some perfume, some soap and a bottle of shampoo; because it was easier that way and you liked taking a shower with him.

And then he left his cologne at your place, a sweater and t-shirt, because it was simply easier to get ready without going back to his apartment.

And then, your usually-friendly activities took a more romantic turn. Holding hands in the dark room of a cinema, cuddling on the sofa, resting your palm on his thigh as he drove, his foot touching your leg as you ate dinner.

And then there was the shift between your intimate moments too. Learning every inch of the other’s body, every touch that turned into a shudder, every stroke that brought out a moan. And then the pleasure turned intimate, truly intimate when it started carrying affection, beyond pure bliss. Tenderness mingling with fervent thrusts, and hands clanging onto each other, shallow breaths broken in sync, connection in every meeting of lips, affection sipping in every new touch and flowing deeper in your hearts every time you saw stars.

And with every night spent together and every morning awakening in each other’s arms, Ben and you had grown closer, with having sex slowly evolving into making love.

Love… When did that word appear to define you?

As Ben leaned against the doorframe of his bathroom, arms crossed before his chest, hair still dishevelled after a shower with you, he tried to figure out when he became so attached.

After all, he was always attached to you. Because you were a friend, even before you became more than that. But when did he start feeling for you, in a romantic fashion?

Because he did. Feel. A stammer of the heart every time you looked at him, a breath caught in his throat every time you touched, a heartbeat skipped whenever you came into view… And a longing, furled right there, in his chest and stomach, an aching that never left, whenever you weren’t around, that was eased only by your nearness, only by a touch to make sure you were there.

He was in love with you. After four months of this arrangement, Ben was hopelessly, thoroughly in love with you.

And yet he was still holding onto this label. Just friends… with benefits.

The more he contemplated the situation, the more he reckoned that this label would lead to just friends with heartbreaks…

“Any plans for the weekend?”

You asked him as you turned towards the door, readjusting your camisole, the green one he adored, that fitted your form to perfection.

“Not much. You?”

“Not much.”

“Wanna go out on Saturday night, then? They’re making a James Stewart theme for this month at the cinema you like. You know? The one near your place…?”

But you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“Actually, I’m not free this Saturday.”

“Oh, okay. Going out with the usual gang of rogues?” he joked, referring to your friends. But you shook your head again.

“I have a date, actually.”

All of a sudden, every muscle of his body was taunt. His hand clasped onto his own arms, as if looking for support, but finding none. He was almost hugging himself at this point.

“Oh…” he breathed, and that was the only sound he could let out.

“Hmmm… with Stan. You know, my neighbour?”

“Your neighbour?”

“Yeah, the cute guy.”

“Oh… okay.”

You raised an eyebrow as you noticed the way he grew a little paler, the way he averted his eyes, the way he moved slightly away from you…

How could you have missed the signs, they were too obvious.

“We said we weren’t exclusive,” you pointed out, and Ben was terrible at hiding the way your words hurt.

You were right all the same.

“You’re right. I’m not saying anything.”

“You don’t seem thrilled by the idea.”

“We’re sleeping together.”

“Yes, I had noticed..”

“Have been for the past four months.”

“I am well aware.”

“We’re lovers.”

“Yes. And?”

“And… I don’t know. I like it that way.”

And the shrug you gave him in response finished to break his heart.

“I like it too. We’re… I think we’re very… compatible, when it comes to intimacy. But I want a real relationship. And we’ve agreed that what’s going on between us is not meant for the long run, it’s not to become serious.”

Slowly, Ben nodded.

“Yeah, we did.”

“I’m free on Sunday, though. We can go to the movies then.”

But Ben shook his head.

“I’ll be busy on Sunday. Lines to learn,” he answered elusively, and you knew he was lying, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“Okay, well… next week then.”

“Yeah… next week.”

But when you tried to walk past him, Ben held onto your arm, stopping you.

“If you start dating this guy… we should stop our arrangement.”

“Why? I haven’t had a date with him yet. It might go terribly wrong.”

“But if you want to start dating someone else, may it be him or anyone else, for that matter… we should stop.”

There was defiance in your stance as you answered, and Ben didn’t know what to make of it.

“What makes you think I haven’t dated anyone else these past few months?”

It took him a moment for the spinning to stop, for the world to be steady again. But then his rational brain kicked back in, and he shook his head with a frown.

“We agreed to tell each other that, at the beginning.”

“Did we?”

You knew the answer already, but he answered all the same, his tone bitter now, almost angry.

“Should I run a check-up, then? Should I get tested for something?”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed too.

“No,” you mumbled under your breath. “There was no one else.”

Ben’s heart gave a content jump, and he hated it.

“Right… there was no one else for me either.”

“There was no one else sexually,” you added, and he knew you were being mean, and probably lying. He still fell for it.

You regretted your words immediately when you saw a jolt of pain passing through his eyes, right before he could control his reaction.

“Right…”

“It’s nothing serious. Anyway… yeah, I guess we’ll have to stop if I like him and want to give him a chance. Do you have a problem with that?”

But Ben shook his head, jaw set and something a bitter, a little defiant burning in his black eyes.

“No, of course not. You’re a big girl. You can do as you please. Besides, you’re right… I should start looking for something serious again too.”

You nodded, slowly, glaring at each other now.

“You should.”

Before he could say anything else, you broke free and walked out of the bathroom.

When you aimed straight for the front door, though, picking up your shoes, Ben’s bitterness turned into sadness, almost desperation.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m working today.”

“Yes, but… you haven’t eaten anything.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’ve made your favourite pancakes…”

You paused, looked up at him. He didn’t seem angry anymore. He was even paler than before, the flush of annoyance replaced by the white of fear and disappointment. His tone was softer now, begging even. It screamed a silent message.

Stay. I’m sorry. Stay.

But you shook your head.

“I want to go to work early. I really need to leave. Thanks for the pancakes, though.”

For the last month-and-a-half, you and Ben kissed every time you met and whenever you parted. Not this time, though. This time, you turned your back to him, opened the door, and left without a single touch, a sweet word, or a brush of lips. Instead, you threw only coldness at him.

When the door closed, and Ben was left staring at nothing but an empty space, it felt like his entire world crumbled.

Slowly, a tear rolled down his cheek. He didn’t bother brushing it away.

Saturday night arrived, and with it an awful lot of tissues, ice cream, and Keira Knightley looking stunning while she chastised a proud Mr. Darcy.

After all, desperate situations called for desperate measures. So, as you were buried under a blanket on your sofa, you were getting ready for a lonely evening spent mourning a relationship that never existed in the first place and wallowing in your self-pity. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. A better one than your attempt at lying to Ben to make him react and talk about your relationship – or lack thereof – at least…

Of course, there was no date with your neighbour. How could there be one when you were hopelessly, madly in love with your best friend and current ‘casual lover’?

What kind of mess had you let yourself get dragged into when you agreed for this friends-with-benefits situation? It wasn’t as if you didn’t read books or watched movies… you should have known these arrangements always led to heartbreak.

You sniffed loudly, trying to focus on the movie but failing prodigiously to do so. Ben was all you could think of…

Since that morning at his apartment, he had not called, and you had remained just as silent. He didn’t care, clearly. Not like this. You were a damn fool…

You were dipping your spoon in your ice cream when you phone vibrated, and you checked the text you had received while Elizabeth was discovering what Darcy had done to her sister.

Your breath caught in your throat as you read the name on the screen… Ben.

Good evening. Are you still home? Or are you at your date already?

You bit your lip fiercely, hesitating. Judging by the time, you should indeed be on a date right now… should you lie?

You decided to be cautious.

Why are you asking?

His answer was a punch in the guts.

Because I’m in front of your door.

Please, if you’re in there, let me in. We need to talk.

You pressed your palm against your mouth to shush your squeal, turning towards your door. You didn’t even dare to move…

I can here the movie playing, I know you’re in there. Let me in.

Please, love, we need to talk.

But you shook your head as you answered his text.

I’m getting ready for my date, I can’t talk right now.

Silence. You stared at your phone but Ben wasn’t writing.

You jumped as he forcefully knocked at your door (or rather slammed his fist against it).

“Y/N? Please!”

He called for you a couple more times, and you had to give up, wanting to avoid the wrath of your neighbours…

You merely threw away your blanket, put the ice cream and tissues on your coffee table, and hurried to the door. You were wearing sweatpants and a large t-shirt, but you didn’t have time to change.

“Ben! Are you out of your fucking mind?!” you glowered at him as you opened the door just a few inches, hiding your body behind the wooden surface.

He frowned hard.

“Please, let me in.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

“What now? Are you afraid of me or something?”

Yes, you thought, I’m afraid of how much I love you while you feel nothing for me at all… I’m afraid you’re going to break my heart if I let you in.

“I don’t want to see you. I have to get ready for my date. I don’t have time right now…”

“Don’t go on that date.”

You frowned hard.

“What?”

“Please, Y/N. Don’t go on this date. Don’t date this guy.”

“Why not?”

You let out a bitter laugh.

“So you can keep fucking me when you feel lonely?”

Pain shot through Ben’s frame and face, and you hated yourself for causing such an emotion in him.

“So… it was truly just sex for you?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be just sex?”

“It hasn’t been just sex for months, Y/N. I thought you felt it too.”

You stared at each other, rendered breathless by the confession. Slowly, as if he were afraid that you would run away if he moved too fast, Ben took hold of the door, and gently pushed it open.

“Let me in. Please.”

You yielded, despite your better judgement, or perhaps simply despite your fear. He raised a surprised eyebrow at your outfit.

“I thought you were getting ready,” he breathed, closing the door behind him.

But you ignored his question, crossing your arms before your chest.

“I don’t understand what you want,” you admitted.

His answer was brutally honest, you were surprised by it.

“You. I want you.”

“But you said it would be too complicated. That’s why we came up with this arrangement…”

“I know. It was stupid.”

“This… us… it doesn’t exist. It’s just sex…”

But he frowned hard, walking closer, until he could reach for you, holding on your upper arms in a firm yet gentle hold.

“At first, yes. For about a couple of weeks. But it quickly became much more than that.”

“You always said…”

“We’ve already stated that I’m the most idiotic man on the planet, Y/N.”

“No, you’re not. That’s why it hurts a lot. Because you’re not stupid. Therefore, you just don’t feel anything.”

He opened, then closed his mouth in a hurry, as if catching himself.

You took his silence as an agreement, and as it broke, your heart became harder also. Your voice was cold as you spoke again, as you took a step back, freeing yourself from his hands.

“I think we should stop being friends with benefits. I don’t want that anymore.”

“Okay,” he agreed with ease, and you didn’t know what to make of the glitter of hope you saw sparkling in his dark eyes. “Let’s stop that. We could…”

“I don’t think we should see each other again.”

Your entire frame shuddered as you recognized fear and pain in Ben’s eyes.

“What?”

“I don’t want to see you again.”

Your voice was firmer than the way you felt. Ben’s lips trembled.

He blinked a couple of times, and then he was taking a step towards you again, chasing after you, holding you back…

“Look… I know that I’ve fucked up, okay? I know that… this was a bad idea, and we should have talked about it sooner. But I don’t want to lose you.”

You heaved a sigh. And it hurt as you let the words out, but Ben needed to hear them, just as much as you needed to release the feelings you had been withholding for too long.

“Ben… this can’t go on. It was fun at first, but I… the truth is, I have feelings for you. I want to be with you. Like… really with you. And you won’t give me that. So, I think we should stop seeing each other, before it breaks our hearts…”

“You’re already breaking mine.”

You stared at him, stunned, letting your guard down long enough for him to reach up to cup your face in his warm palms.

“Please, give me another chance,” Ben begged, his voice barely more than a whisper, and you could see tears shining in his eyes. “I should have told you sooner, but… I was afraid. I was afraid because I have feelings for you as well. And I want to be the one to take you on dates, not your neighbour, not anyone else…”

“You’re jealous?”

“Yes,” he admitted. “Yes, I’m jealous. I want you. I want no one else to kiss you or touch you and most certainly not have sex with you. I want… I want this. I want you.”

You could have fallen for it all, and you knew it, but you didn’t, even if you wanted to. Instead, you started to cry, broke free, shook your head.

“I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. We can do this…”

“You didn’t say anything when I told you I was going out tonight…”

“I wasn’t happy about it, and I reckon you noticed that.”

“You didn’t hold me back. You didn’t…”

You heaved a frustrated sigh.

“I’m in love with you, Ben,” you confessed, and it felt both liberating and dreadfully painful. “I… I don’t even have a real date tonight! I was just… I wanted to see if you wanted me, and you let me go…”

“I’m here tonight, aren’t I?”

You stared at him a little longer. He was dishevelled, out of breath. He looked desperate…

“I’m here,” he repeated. “And yes, again, it took me too long to move my stupid arse, but I’m here. And I… I love you.”

He let his words sink in, you looked at him with so much hope…

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time. It wasn’t just sex, not for me, it hasn’t been just sex for months. And you’re right, I held back, and kept on bringing up this stupid arrangement, because I was a coward. A proper coward. But I was always in love with you. And you were always more than a way to have sex. You were always so, so much more, Y/N. You were always in my head, and always in my heart and just… come on, you must have felt it. The way everything changed after a mere couple of weeks. The way I haven’t been fucking you in months but making love to you, every time.”

He ran a hand through your hair.

“Give me another chance. Come with me on a date tomorrow. Nothing too fancy, just us. I’ll make a picnic. I’ll take you to your favourite spot. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll beg if I have to. Give me another chance. We’ll do it properly this time around, I promise.”

“So… we’ll be exclusive?”

“Absolutely.”

“We’ll be officially together.”

“A couple, yes. I won’t have anything else anymore.”

“You won’t break my heart, will you?”

His gaze grew more tender.

“No, Y/N. I’ll just love you with every fibre of my being, that’s all.”

He leaned closer, until his forehead rested against yours. And you didn’t stop him, instead, you let him in.

“Okay, I want that too,” you nodded, nose bumping against his in the process.

He grinned, before kissing you, passionately, for a long, long time…

“So… no date tonight?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, finally noticing the movie playing, Elizabeth standing alone in the rain.

“No… just me and good old Mr. Darcy.”

“Want to order some pizza and watch the rest together.”

“Or we can watch it all over again from the start? A new beginning? A second chance?”

He grinned.

“Yeah… yeah, a second chance is all I want…”

And before you could speak again, he was kissing you and making you forget how to breathe.

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Chapter 15 (Smut/Lemon

Summary:

Moon finally gets his turn after helping Sun through some issues…

Notes:

Content warning! Mentions of blood, manipulation, heat, non-concensual touching, sleep sex, somnophilia, dream manipulation, marking, licking, praise, aftercare. Don’t want to read? Then stop after Moon enters the room!

When Moon awoke, dusk had only just begun taking hold, turning the day into night. Why did he wake up so early in the evening? Usually, he rested until dusk was well underway, but the answer for this difference was simple. He smelled something divine by his side and needed to know what it was. He slowly blinked his eyes open, yawning loudly before blearily looking around the room, trying to find the source of the smell. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary from what Moon could tell. Sun was, for some reason, already sleeping not too far away from Moon and you were sleeping by his side as usual-

His eyes widened in surprise as the scent grew stronger when he turned to face you. What on earth...? Cautious, yet curious, Moon lowered himself so that he could rest his face on your chest and breathed in deeply. Immediately his senses were overcome by you as your scent swept him away and a shudder went through him. Why did you smell so good this evening? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't say he cared too much about the why when you smelled so delectable.

He nuzzled into your chest and purred loudly at the feeling of your soft, warm body underneath his own as your wondrous scent only grew stronger, but it wasn't enough. He needed more of you, your scent. He quickly changed his position so that he was lying on his back rather than his side before picking up your sleeping form and cradling your body against his own, supporting your head with one arm as he pressed it gently into his chest while his other hand held your waist to keep you secure in the new position. He quickly nuzzled into the top of your head and sighed blissfully at your scent, it only growing more wonderful with each time he breathed it in. Speaking of, he was starting to feel all warm and fuzzy with your scent clouding his senses. It was actually starting to get a little hot...He whined and started to fidget as the strange feeling grew stronger, making him nervous. What was happening?

His thoughts were sadly interrupted though when the door to your room suddenly slammed open, revealing Sun covered in blood with a strange smile on his face. Moon's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly turned to the Sun that had been lying in the room with him. Now that he was more awake and he could focus more he could see the slight, slight shimmer that showed that that Sun had been an illusion that Sun had crafted. He frowned and was just about to ask Sun why he had left an illusion in your room and why he was covered in blood, but before he could utter even a single word Sun beat him to it.

"I KILLED THEM!" He yelled, his tone mildly manic and you immediately started to grumble and stir around in your sleep, waking up from your deep rest.

Both Sun and Moon's eyes widened in fright at your little movements, you couldn't see Sun like this! Quickly Moon started to sing the song you loved so much and anxiously watched as you first started to stir more before you slowly, slowly stopped moving around and started to breathe in and out slowly, fast asleep once again. The two Mers breathed out a huge sigh of relief before Moon snapped his gaze to Sun, glaring at his brother who winced at Moon's harsh gaze. Moon sighed annoyedly at this before very gently picking you back up off of him and placing you back in Sun's nest, smiling fondly as you grabbed his hand in your sleep before gently licking your cheek and removing his hand from your hold.

He stood there and watched you for a few seconds more, loving the sight of your small body as you slept before turning around to Sun. Before Sun could say or do anything, Moon put his head in a headlock, causing Sun to yelp loudly as he was dragged out of your room by Moon and into the sand. Moon smiled as he heard not a peep from you as he took Sun out, glad his spell had worked before glaring at Sun's struggling form and throwing him even further from your room and getting into a defensive position, making the large, bright Mer grunt before getting back up and glaring at Moon as well.

"What the heck was that for Moon?!" Sun yelled out with a hiss, his tail thrashing around angrily in the sand as Moon returned the glare.

"You were too loud! You nearly woke up our little Star!" Moon seethed and Sun huffed as he rolled his eyes at the darker Mer.

"Nearly is the key word here Moonie! You would've put them back to sleep if they had woken up and we could've told them it was a bad dream!" Sun responded with a huff and Moon felt his own tail whip around slightly in frustration. Did Sun really not understand the gravity of what had just happened? Of what it would mean if you had seen Sun in this state?

"Sun, even if we had convinced them that that was a dream, they still would've had that picture of you in their mind! They would've started to doubt us, even if it was subconsciously! You need to be more careful after killing someone!" Moon growled back and that weird smile from before came upon Sun's face as he turned to Moon with a fury.

"WELL EXCUUUUUUSE ME FOR NOT BEING MORE CAREFUL! BUT I DON'T CARE ABOUT BEING CAREFUL WHEN I FAILED TO PROTECT OUR SUNSHINE!" Sun roared as tears started to fall down his face, surprising Moon. He...Failed his hunt? How? Sun was one of the best and swiftest hunters he knew, he never failed a hunt!

"What do you mean-" Moon started, but before he could finish his sentence Sun interrupted him as he started to rant frantically, his smile growing more manic and strained as he started tugging on the fins by his face.

"I WENT IN TO KILL VANESSA, BUT THEN THESE RULEBREAKERS SHOWED UP WITH THESE!" Sun yelled before throwing a box at Moon, which the Mer in question thankfully caught, before tugging on his fins even harder than before. "WHEN I SAW THIS I JUST LOST IT! I COULDN'T CONTROL MYSELF, THEY NEEDED TO PAY! PAYPAYPAYPAY...Pay? Should they have paid? Did I...? Why did I...? What did I...?"

Moon watched silently as Sun trailed off and started to shake, his smile disappearing as tears started to fall down his cheeks as he started tugging on his rays, distraught. Growing ever more concerned and confused, Moon opened the box Sun handed him. What could it be that made Sun so distressed- Moon sucked in a deep breath as his eyes landed on the contents of the box. There, in the small box were two pearl earrings, one light and one dark, that glowed brilliantly with magic that was impossible for humans to see. These were their pearls...Their gifts to you...

Moon glanced up at Sun and his eyes softened at the sight of his brother hugging himself as tears streamed down his face, letting out little whimpers and hiccups as he grieved the human lives he took. Moon felt his heart break at the sight. He knew Sun, he cared for humans so much despite how they had hurt the two of them, so this...It must've taken quite a toll. Moon didn't understand why Sun cared about any of the humans here who had imprisoned them, but when he saw one of Sun's fins tear slightly due to how much he was pulling them Moon couldn't care about the why. His brother needed him.

Slowly Moon went up to Sun, watching with an aching heart as his brother flinched back before gently taking Sun's hand that had been tearing his fin and hugging Sun. For a moment, Sun didn't do anything as he processed the hug before he sniffled and hugged Moon tightly. Moon could feel Sun's claws dig slightly into the scales of his back as he started to scream his grief into the world, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about, was helping his brother through this moment, and the world could damn wait until Sunny was better again. He didn't know how long Sun cried nor how long the hug lasted, but when he felt Sun sag in his arms he released him and chuckled at the tired look Sun gave him before placing his forehead against Sun's with a gentle smile and blowing in his face, making Sun's scrunch his nose and smile at Moon weakly as he giggled from the feeling.

"There's my brother." Moon said softly as he rubbed his cheek against Sun's with a purr before pulling back and gently guiding Sun towards the water. "Come, let's get you all cleaned up and put to bed. You need to be at your best tomorrow for our dear Starlight."

Before Sun could protest Moon moved away to the storage area, quickly grabbing some salmon for the two of them before turning back, finding no one on the sand. Good. That meant that Sun was in the water- No he wasn't. Moon sighed as he caught a glimpse of red and gold scales from the corner of his eyes before going up to Sun who was watching you from the doorway with a gentle and awed smile on your face.

"They're so lovely..." Sun said softly and Moon nodded, a fond smile coming to his face as well.

"They are, aren't they?" Moon asked before handing Sun his salmon, but his brother refused as he started to shake once more.

"They're so lovely...So sweet...So pure...I can't-I can't face them, Moon." Sun said and Moon's eyes widened in shock as Sun continued. "T-They're just the sweetest t-thing a-a-and if they f-find out w-what I've done...Oh Moonie t-they'll never f-forgive m-m-me-"

"They will." Moon said resolutely as he turned to Sun and wiped away some of the fresh tears on his cheeks, ignoring the baffled look on Sun's face as he continued. "You didn't do anything wrong, Sun. Those naughty rulebreakers took something that wasn't theirs and have just stood by whilst Vanessa hurt our mate. They deserved to die Sun, like every human on this island." Sun shook his head, ever defiant, ever believing in human kindness, but Moon wouldn't let it go this time. Sun needed to understand human evil if they were to keep you safe and oblivious to the horrors he knew would make you afraid of them. "They stole these pearls from right under their nose. Who's to say they wouldn't have killed our dear Star? Sun, the only way we can keep them safe is to kill off as many humans as we can and keep our dear Starlight in the dark until they're ready. Someday they will forgive us, but until they will they need to remain oblivious to this. They need to feel safe with us, their mates."

For a moment Sun stared at him, shocked and confused before slowly nodding his head which made Moon smile. Even though he could still see the uncertainty in Sun's eyes, he knew that he had planted a seed to help Sun see the truth in Moon's words as well as prevent Sun from breaking apart and telling you anything. He knew Sun too well...If he had continued down that rabbit hole, he would've told you everything and they could've lost you, their dear mate to your fear. But now? Now you would stay clueless and safe while he and Sun took care of those terrible humans who had not only stolen from you, but caused you such pain as well.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up and get you some sleep. After all, we'll need to start planning on how we'll take care of Vanessa next." Moon said with a hum and Sun, after a moment of uncertainty, nodded before following Moon to the water.

Thankfully it didn't take long for Moon to help Sun clean up all of the blood as blood was easily cleaned in the water, but as he helped Sun clean he noticed something different about his brother outside of the hollow look in his eyes. Around his neck, there was a new frilly, red fin, identical to the one on his waist. This meant that...Moon smiled widely at the sight and quickly hugged his brother, causing Sun to let out a surprised yelp before laughing and hugging Moon back, clueless to the reason, but always happy to hug.

"Sunny! You've matured! You're mating fin looks wonderful!" Moon congratulated Sun and Sun cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Mating fin?" Sun echoed and Moon nodded with a chuckle.

"Yes! Look!" Moon gently took the new fin and held it up just enough so Sun could see it from the corner of his eye. "This means you've mated with our Starlight completely! Well done!"

"Really?!" Sun gasped out as he grabbed at the fin and looked down at it in wonder. "So this means we're mates? Completely?!" Sun asked, shooting Moon an excited smile as Moon nodded, the dark Mer chuckling at the sight of stars in Sun's eyes. "Oh, this is incredible! I have to show Sunshine!"

Sun exclaimed before swimming up to the beach, causing Moon's eyes to widen in alarm. Yes, Sun should be happy about his fin, but if he woke you, you wouldn't get the sleep you needed and Moon wouldn't be able to spend as much time with you tonight! And he really, really needed to according to the flare of warmth as his instincts grew stronger. He quickly swam after Sun and grabbed his shoulder, stopping Sun in his tracks as he did so, causing Sun to let out a confused yelp.

"Not tonight Sun! They're sleeping remember? You can show them tomorrow, but right now, they need to sleep." Moon said and Sun's eyes widened before he nodded, looking embarrassed as he sighed.

"Right, our little Sunshine needs to sleep after the crazy night they had with you. Well then, I'll just curl up with them and-" Sun started but Moon's eyes widened in alarm. No, he needed to be alone with you!

"Sun!" He started, before pausing. Why did he need to be with you alone? Sun cocked his head at Moon, confused.

"What's up Moonie? Is everything alright?" Sun asked and Moon nodded before sighing and placing a head on his head.

"Yeah, sorry Sun, I just-I just really feel like I need to be alone with them tonight." He confessed as he turned to Sun who stared at him for a moment before his eyes brightened in understanding and he clapped his hands together, surprising Moon.

"Oh! Ohohoh! Moonie, are you feeling hot?" Sun asked and Moon stared at Sun, shocked before nodding. How did he know that? Sun gave him a knowing smile before nodding his head. "Ah, alrighty! Then I'll just leave the two of you alone for tonight, but only if I can spend extra time with them tomorrow!"

"Alright." Moon said with a shocked look as Sun giggled before swimming up to the surface.

"Goodnight Moonie! Have fun~" Sun teased before disappearing, leaving the poor Mer even more confused than before his eyes widened in realization.

Have fun...He was going into heat, wasn't he? Moon groaned softly, embarrassed that he didn't pick up on that himself after your explanation last night before quickly swimming up to the surface. He needed to get to you, now. He couldn't help but chuckle when he found Sun snoring away underneath the sand as he rushed to your door, grateful Sun was getting some rest so that he could recover from the stress of the day before turning to your room and heading inside.

You were just as he had left you when he went out with Sun, sound asleep on your back with your chest rising and falling slowly with every breath you took. He felt the heat beneath his scales flare up once more at the sight of you. Oh, you were just too cute! He purred lowly before quietly scootching closer to you and gently nudging your cheek as he curled up around you. The heat he felt lessened somewhat at the action as he held you close again, causing him to let out a sigh of relief. Being near you was like a balm to the chafing heat that was slowly rolling over his scales and bleeding into his mind, making his mind feel fuzzy as he struggled to focus on anything but the heat within and your scent next to him.

Without thinking he desperately latched onto you and curled around you tighter, careful not to squeeze your fragile body too hard and wake you up. You stirred in your sleep, mumbling in protest before he started to sing once more, causing you to still once more and go deeper into your sleep. He really needed to calm down...Maybe if he looked into your dreams he could relax a little bit? Moon wasn't sure how much it would help, but he was desperate to fight this heat until you woke up in the morning and could help him with it. With that thought in mind, he quickly moved the end of his fin which held the glowing light at its end, and placed it on your forehead.

When he opened his eyes again he wasn't in your room anymore. Instead, he found himself in an ocean with icebergs jotting out of the cerulean water, the air frigid in theory, but due to the nature of the world around him being a dream, he felt nothing of it. On one of the slabs of ice he found you sitting there, a huge smile on your face as you gazed into the water with starry eyes. Moon felt his heart melt at the sight and was just about to swim up to you and greet you when he saw strange Mers jot out of the water around you, circling your little slab of ice. These Mers were smaller and fatter than he and Sun were and each one had a singular, huge horn jutting from their foreheads. Moon found these Mers hideous, but you seemed elated at the sight of them, and this made Moon's scales burn more fiercely.

What was so special about these Mers? What did these ugly things do to deserve your admiration? Your excitement? Your joy? Nothing, that's what! You were theirs and you should only be giving them that lovely look of yours! Moon growled lowly and sunk beneath the water, swimming towards the accursed Mers with murder in his heart. How dare they take your attention! How dare they come into your dreams and take the place of Sun and Moon! You were, theirs and no one else's!

Before any of the dream Mers were aware of his presence he jumped them, using his tail and claws and teeth to take out as many Mers as possible, to ban them from your sweet, sweet dreams. The Mers, stupidly started to scream and dart off, scaring your dream self as he saw you look beneath the waves in alarm. How dare they bring such fear upon you in your dreams?! He snarled softly before quickly rushing after the Mers, now more intent than ever to make them disappear. Thankfully, dreams are fragile and many of the Mers disappeared as he neared them, but those that didn't were cruelly torn apart, a small price they would have to pay for their crimes.

Before he knew it he had torn apart the last Mer, leaving him alone in the icy, blue water. He panted softly, feeling the strain of the dream hunt more than usual as spikes of overwhelming heat kept flaring up. He whimpered softly as another wave of heat went through him before quickly swimming back to you, his safe haven, his relief, his love. He was grateful dreams were so small as it meant he was by your side before he knew it. He didn't waste any time on climbing up onto your little piece of ice but nearly fell off of it when you suddenly hugged him tightly, shaking horribly as you did so which only seemed to ease when Moon hugged you back and started to purr softly.

He felt his heart clench guiltily as you hugged him like your life depended on it. His poor, poor Star. He hated scaring you like this, but he needed to do this. You needed to understand what it meant when you didn't pay attention to them or smiled at another Mer. You needed to understand how much it hurt them when you did that, how much it tore them apart from the inside out. Only when you understood and your dreams reflected your understanding, and only then, would he no longer interfere with your dreams and ensure you never felt fear in your dreams again.

"Are you alright my Star?" He asked you softly and you shook your head as your shaking grew worse, causing him to purr a little louder and hug you tighter.

"N-No! I don't know what happened! One second I was just watching those beautiful Narwhal Mers and the next...Oh god, what if it comes for me next?! I-I-" You choked out a sob before hugging him tighter, not noticing the pleased smile on Moon's face as you sought comfort in his arms.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet star...I'm so sorry that happened." He said with a soft purr before gently cupping your face in his hands and moving you to face him. "I don't know what caused those poor Mers to die, but don't you worry your pretty little head. No one, and I mean no one, will be able to harm you so long as I'm here."

You smiled at this and gently placed your hands over his before nuzzling into one of his palms, kissing it with a relieved sigh and Moon cooed softly at the sight. Oh, you were so lovely. So sweet, so naive...How was it that he didn't trust you sooner? How did he miss what was right in front of him? He didn't know and a part of him would never forgive himself for wasting so much time he could've been spending with you, with getting to know you.

He hummed lowly before gently kissing your forehead, suddenly remembering it from one of the books the two of you read last night and when he pulled back and saw your flustered expression he was more than grateful he learned how to do it. You quickly looked away, trying to hide your expression as your cheeks warmed in embarrassment which made him chuckle. How cute~ He wondered what other expressions you could make that he hadn't seen yet with this new trick of his~

"Now, come along, let's go home." He whispered and you nodded, making him smile at how complacent you were being. He snapped his fingers and immediately your surroundings changed. Instead of the frigid waters the two of you now sat in their prison which made you relax instantly against him as your eyes darted around. "Welcome home, my Star." He murmured in your ear before kissing your cheek, watching as you flushed darker and giggled nervously before looking away, searching for something. Moon felt his eye twitch in mild annoyance as the heat within him flared up again, begging him to force your attention onto him, so he did just that. He gently grabbed your chin before moving your face so that you were facing him once more. "Now, now~ No looking away my dear~"

"A-ah, sorry Moon. I'm just, uh, a little flustered." You apologized as your eyes nervously darted this way and that before turning to Moon, confused. "Where's Sun? Shouldn't he be here as well?"

"Ah, Sun." Moon said flatly, his tail thrashing slightly in annoyance. Why couldn't you just think of him right now? You already spent time with Sun today, it was his turn, HIS TURN! He growled softly, unsure of what to do before remembering something, an illustration from the first story you read to him. His tail stopped thrashing a sly smile spread on his face and he turned to your smaller form. "Sun's sleeping sweet Star, see what time it is? Besides..." He leaned closer with a small smirk. "I think I'm due some time alone with MY Starlight."

And with that, he kissed you, square on the mouth. You let out a noise of surprise and tried to pull away, but Moon held you close, pushing further into the kiss as he did so. You tried to push him away but he growled lowly, causing you to whimper before turning limp in his hold which made him smile into the kiss. Good, you were learning. Maybe in the real world, he wouldn't have as much time with you as he would like to have, but at least here, he could have you all to himself for as long as he wanted-

Moon hissed out a whine as a painful heat seared through him, shocking him out of your dream. Damnit! And just when it was getting good too! He whined lowly and started to move around, trying to get rid of the heat before quickly singing as you started to wake as well in response to his cries. He felt his heart warm at your kind wish, but he didn't want you to wake. No, you needed sleep, he knew that now and nothing would keep him from ensuring you slept soundly every night...But he still needed help. He let out another whine as another crash of heat surged through him and he quickly reentered your dreams, desperate for anything that could help him with his current predicament.

You spun towards him the moment he reentered, concern evident on your face as you rushed up to him and cupped his face in your tiny, warm hands. Even though this was a dream and not even close to how wonderful your hands felt in reality, it still eased the heat somewhat, changing it into something new and pleasurable which made him groan with need. Your gaze softened at this and you gently started rubbing his cheeks soothingly, making Moon purr.

"Oh, Kitten." You murmured and he felt himself grow warmer at your words as he started to pant. "Poor dear, your heat must've started, huh? Okay, why don't you lie down and let me help you?"

You offered and Moon was about to agree to let you help him when he remembered how Sun had been since his heat. Even though you had helped with his heat, he had still been dealing with haywire instincts since it happened which made him reluctant to agree. He didn't want to chance growing more erratic due to the lack of a proper heat session!

"N-no." He said shortly, beating himself mentally for stuttering as your brows furrowed a tad in confusion.

"Kitten...Sweetheart, are you sure? It would help you a lot! All you have to do is just lay down and I'll-" You started as you turned away, probably to grab the things you would use to show him what they would look like, but the sight of your behind as you walked towards the storage area made something strange and feral inside him snap. Before he could stop himself he had jumped on top of you, pulling you close to him as his breathing turned ragged with the growing, needy heat inside of him. "M-Moon?! What're you-"

"D-don't need you to d-do a-anything." Moon whispered gruffly as he felt something peeking out of him. He glanced down and found a tentacle there, writhing about as he bent over you. For a moment he panicked before a memory flashed in front of his eyes. He saw his father having a similar thing as he pushed it into his mother before noticing him and quickly explaining what heat was and what his father had been doing, breeding his mother, his father's mate. Breed...Yes, that's right! You were his mate, and that meant that he needed to breed you~

The moment his eyes snapped open he knew what to do, quickly singing your sleeping song as he grabbed your form closer to him and maneuvered it so that you were laying on your back with each of his hands pushing your legs gently apart, leaving your center vulnerable. He leaned into the area between your legs and groaned as your sweet, sweet scent covered him. It was so much stronger here! He felt the heat under his scales grow more pleasurable at the scent of you and he subconsciously licked the area.

That's when he heard it. The sound that came from you was breathy and strange, one he had never heard before, yet it made the heat grow even worse in the best way as his mind spun. What a beautiful noise! What other noises could you make? He quickly started licking the area more fervently, listening closely at how your breathing changed, becoming strange and melodic as your body pushed your lower half up to him, presenting yourself so beautifully before your mate. It was addicting.

He started licking with more fervor, ignoring the way his tongue burned slightly with the drag of the fabric covering your lower half. If only he knew how to remove this frustrating piece from you, then he could have you in the most beautiful of ways. What sounds would you make if you weren't covered by this blasted thing? How would you taste? What would it feel like? He whined at the thought, the memory of your barely covered lower half from this morning flashing in front of his eyes. Oh, you had been so lovely, so perfect. It had taken far more than he cared to admit to stop himself from pouncing on you, tasting you as his instincts begged of him to do. Maybe someday he'd learn how to remove these ghastly things from you, but for now, this would suffice.

His whines grew higher when the thing in his dream, the strange tentacle, revealed itself and rubbed against the floor, causing a flare of pleasure to run through his body, relieving the heat that burned him from the inside out. Experimentally, he thrust the tentacle down into the ground, whining as the pleasure grew, prompting him to do it again. Then again, and again, and again. With every thrust it only seemed to become more pleasurable, building up to something great, but something was missing...He whined and nuzzled into the section between your legs, annoyed only for a moment before you let out a lovely noise and your soft, warm legs tightened around his face-Wait! Maybe...

Slowly, hesitantly, he pushed himself away from the area between your legs and instead turned his focus onto your thighs. Keeping an eye on your sleeping face, he gently kissed your inner thigh and watched in fascination as your skin became bumpy in response. How curious your body was! He kissed your inner thigh a few more times before alternating to the other leg and finally, licking it. He groaned lowly in appreciation for the taste of your bare legs before pushing himself up and holding your legs up, pressing them against either side of his tentacle. The warmth of your thighs wasn't what he was instinctively seeking, but this was already leagues better than what he had been doing before. He whined softly before drawing his hips back and then thrusting them forward-

He yelped in surprise as a burst of pain suddenly came from his tail. What the-Where had that come from?! He quickly leaned away, searching for the cause of his discomfort before glowering down at the bump on his tail. It usually didn't bother him as he rarely ever put any weight on it, or at least not enough to harm him, but it seemed that this thrusting motion put a strain on that bump in his tail. He whined in annoyance and tried again, only to be met with even more pain. How was it that this position caused him pain and his rutting against the ground didn't?!

He glared down at the bump accusingly, furious that it was keeping him from enjoying your warmth before deciding that the pain wasn't worth it and he returned to his earlier position. At least this way he could be close to you and find some relief from the flaring heat. He chuffed before nuzzling against that spot again, grinning into it as you keened, spurring him to resume his earlier actions that caused you such pleasure as he gently thrust into the ground, careful not to put too much pressure on the bump on his tail.

For a few moments, he kept licking and nuzzling the area, listening as your noises grew higher and sweeter which pushed him to forgo his pain in his wish to chase this wonderful and warm pleasure as he watched your every move. Oh, you were gorgeous! No other creature, no, nothing at all could compare to you and your beauty. Your beautiful noises made every other sound he had ever heard pale as he found that nothing could compare to the warm feeling that encompassed him when he heard them. And the way you moved while you slept so deeply...He shuddered and started nuzzling harder as you let out a loud noise.

It was obvious you loved this, loved him. Why else would you respond so strongly to his advances? No, you knew deep down that you were his, no, theirs, and no one else's. Maybe you didn't know that yet...After all, you were pretty oblivious to what was right in front of you, but it only made your current actions that much more damning. Even if you didn't know it yet, you loved him and cared for him, he just needed to wait until you figured it out too.

A sudden sound from you tore him from his thoughts, it having been far louder than any other noise you had made thus far as you started to shudder before collapsing with a sigh, your scent growing ever stronger in the area he was nuzzling grew slightly damp with something other than his saliva. Confused and concerned, Moon drew away and chirped lowly in your face, worried he had harmed you when he gasped, a spike of pleasure rolling through him as his tentacle came into contact with the damp area on your lower half. He experimentally thrusted into it, feeling how the wave of pleasure overruled the pain that came from the bump on his tail. If anything, the pain only heightened the pleasure!

He grinned, relieved and excited at what this meant before thrusting over the wet spot, reveling in your noises as they grew louder. Instinctively, your body tried to get away from him, probably overwhelmed, but he couldn't let you leave, not yet! No, he needed to wait until something happened. What that something was he wasn't sure, but he refused to let you leave until he had done it! He quickly used one of his hands to grab both of your flailing wrists before pinning them above your head whilst holding your hips with his other hand to keep you in place. Finally, to block out whatever pain still came to him through the fog of heat he buried his face into your neck, groaning as your scent filled his senses and he licked your delicious, exposed skin.

You whimpered, most definitely overwhelmed by all of the sudden sensations and Moon kissed your neck apologetically. He whispered hushed praises and assurances as you squirmed and whined in your sleep. You needed to know how good you were, how, despite your cheating in your dream you were doing so well now. You were making him feel so good, helping him through his heat while you slept soundly...You would do this again, right? Moon shuddered at the thought and absently started nibbling the skin by your neck as the thought started to take hold.

Yes, you would! Of course you would, you loved him! You loved him and wanted him to feel good! You said as much before, in your dream and in real life! After all, your body couldn't lie as you slept soundly. Yes...Until you knew who you belonged to, inside and out he would make sure that you felt him. Whether it be in your dreams or reality, he would ensure that you knew who you belonged to. Or, annoyingly, one of the Mers you belonged to. He felt a rush of jealousy as he caught sight of his brother's bite mark on your shoulder and quickly moved to your other shoulder, licking at it before pulling away and looking at your sleeping face.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of your furrowed brows and open mouth, letting loose those lovely sounds he had grown addicted to over the course of the night. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He caught your lips in a searing kiss, moaning at the feel of your tongue against his as he swallowed your sounds before pulling away and biting into the juncture between your shoulder and neck, relishing your scream as his hips stuttered once, twice before the heat in his core snapped and he slowly came to a halt.

For a moment he stayed like that, teeth buried in your skin as he felt something come out of his tentacle and fall wetly to the ground, his mind too fuzzy to think of anything other than how beautiful you were, how lovely you tasted, and how perfect you felt underneath him. He slowly, ever so slowly, released your shoulder before gently licking it and laying his head on it, letting out a purring song to help heal your wound as he did with Sun's mark when he saw it yesterday. He slowly released you and pushed himself back, taking in the sight beneath him.

You were the most beautiful mess he had ever seen with your wayward hair that stuck up every which way, your mouth which had felt so beautifully soft, open as you gasped for breath in your sleep, a bit of drool seeping out of the corner of them. The most incredible part though was your lower half, which was covered in midnight blue, sparkling eggs and a blue, translucent slime that mixed with the fluids that had soaked through your bottoms.

He let out a satisfied purr and gently nuzzled into your neck, against his mark showing you off to the world as his mate before wincing at the feel of the sticky substances covering your lower half. He sighed, not wanting to leave to clean you up, but he knew that if he didn't you would wake up in this mess, confused and he would have to explain to you what happened. He couldn't, or at least, not yet. You needed a little more training before you could find out and, if he was being perfectly honest, the thought of you not knowing of this wonderful new way of bonding made his heart beat faster and his scales flush hot. He quickly shook his head, banishing those thoughts from his mind as he quickly pushed himself off of you, grabbed a wet towel from your bathroom, and started cleaning you up, trying to ignore his instincts which begged him to do it again, and do it properly this time, whatever that meant.

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prettyboisteveharrington · 2 years

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Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chance

Steve Harrinngton x Fem!Reader

Plot: You are hit by Vecna’s curse and it makes you rethink everything including your relationship with Steve.

7.1k - possibly my longest fic to date. been writing this for daaays so any feedback is highly appreciated. Suvivers guilt. Heavy mentions of death. Mentions of blood and self blame - If this triggers you please be cautious as you are reading this or if you want to skip this all together I completely understand. Also let’s pretend ‘the show must go on‘ by Queen is from 1986 even though it’s from 1991.

@writeroutoftime

You had always had to be the strong one. Growing up you had been the youngest, but you had always had to look after everyone. When you got involved with Dustin and his friends and the upside down it had been no different. You had taken on a parental role. You would offer the kids rides to their DND games, you would offer to drive Steve to work but he always refused and drove you around. You really were co parenting the kids though at fifteen years old they were not exactly kids anymore.

You had been having recurring nightmares for the last while that you had lost track of when they had actually started. They were so grim that at times they left you completely winded. Other times you were screaming so badly that your aunt had to wake you up. She had to reassure you that you were okay. That you had made it out alive.

‘Why are you nervous?’ Steve asked and looked over at you and gave you a worried look, he could sense something was off. Damn that boy could read you like an open book at this point.

‘It’s stupid I know! But I want to do well. I mean it’s just book club. It’s not like I’m trying to join the cheer squad or like chase popularity or something ’ you muttered as you fixed your perm in your contact mirror.

‘What Would be wrong with you joining the cheer squad?’ Steve asked his eyebrows raised at you.

‘Really Harrington? I don’t exactly look the part’ you added and pointed to your overall appearance, you weren’t exactly the cheerleading type.

‘I think you would make a great cheer leader with the whole ‘go Hawkins go!’ Steve said and waved his imaginary pom-pom around in the car causing you to crack a smile.

You went to fix your makeup next, you noticed the bags under your eyes and shuddered. Today would be a looong day.

‘My point is that you got this!’ Steve said

‘I haven’t slept much and my presentation is up. I’ve never felt so nervous’ you admit and start examining your face to make sure your makeup is perfect. The bags under your eyes was at least somewhat hidden.

Steve looks at you through for a moment. It’s was just you and him in the car today as Robin had gone in early to spend time at band practice and with Vickie.

‘Are you having nightmares again ?’ Steve asked you out of the blue which catches you off guard. You had briefly mentioned the nightmares to Steve and Steve knew about why you moved to Hawkins years ago. To be honest everyone knew.

In the begining there had been a lot of words thrown your way including freak, outcast, loser. All the names made you roll your eyes more than anything else, it just showed you that people had no creative skills.

You nod. Words feel heavy in your chest. The guilt you feel is sometimes unreal. The amount of times the accident plays through your head like a never ending loop is unbearable sometimes.

Steve reaches over and squeeze your hand which causes you to look at him. There’s a tenderness to his gaze that lingers and touches your heart, even after everything you had been through together, the amount of times you bicker or argue he still cares deeply for you and you care as deeply for him.

He’s one of the few people who can break through your tough exterior and make your heart soften. You suppose it’s because you almost spend every day with him and because you trust him with your entire being. It’s also because Steve is so pure of heart. The feelings you have for him now is a complete one eighty from what you felt when you first saw him. Oh how wrong you had been about him.

You remember when you had first moved to Hawkins at fifteen how you had moved for a new change and how on your first day of school how people had already labeled you a freak. You had shrugged it and not given it any thought, you had just kept to yourself. You remember seeing Steve for the first time in his golden boy persona and you remember how you had disliked his guts, hated was too strong a word but you had strongly disliked him. His stupid hair, him being conveniently attractive, his wealth, his character and you had done a one eighty after you had gotten to know his over last year in the summer as you had both worked at Scoops Ahoy. After he had gotten his ass kicked by Russians your perception of him had changed, especially with the way he had tried to protect all of you, even you even though you and Steve were not close in the slightest. Hell you were sure Steve saw you as a nuisance more than anything else and he had still stuck his neck out for you, Steve wasn’t the same Steve as the Steve you had met at Hawkins. The more you got to know him the more you adored him and that was beginning to be a fucking problem. You would always vent to Eddie after a DnD session.

You took the beer from Eds and took a big sip.

‘ I swear to god Eds. It’s getting harder and harder to pretend to be happy for him when he goes on yet another date with yet another girl’ you sighed hopelessly looking somberly into the beer bottle as you moved the liquid inside the bottle around with your hand.

‘you know there’s like a super simple solution to your problem’ Eddie added and raised his eyebrows at you.

‘don’t start Eds. Don’t you dare’ you warned him and looked up to glare at him.

‘you could just I don’t know! tell him that you dig him’ Eddie shrugged as if it was that simple.

‘it’s not that simple. He’s out there serial dating women who are nothing like me. They don’t look like me. Or act like me’ you sighed in frustration.

‘ how exactly is that a bad thing? ’Eddie asked not understanding what the problem was.

‘because he obviously have a type. That type being girls like Nancy wheeler. Or even popular girls. Not once have I seen him with anyone more alternative. To be honest I think he is serial dating because he still carries a tourch for Nancy.’

‘ y/n you are a total babe and if Steve Harrington cannot see that he is visually impaired. I don’t get why you have the hots for him anyway. It’s Steve fucking Harrington! he’s a total douche!’ Eddie protested in annoyance

‘he is not a douche. At least not anymore Eds. I noticed a remarkable change in him last summer when we worked at Scoops Ahoy’ you reassured Eddie but he did not believe you.

You shook your head at yourself. You needed to tell him or move on.

‘I’m okay’ you added earnestly as Steve is still holding your hand. Steve didn’t quite believe you but you could live with that.

As he parks the car and you unbuckle your seat belt the two of you share a look between you. The tension is a little thick between you and Steve as he radiates with worry. He squeezes your hand one last time for good measure before letting go.

‘Knock ‘em dead Kid’ Steve adds and once again reminds you that your presentation is today.

You laugh a little and offer him an aye aye captain salute before getting out of the car and walking into the school.

After school you are doing your shift at the family video store and at one point during your shift you feel something run down your nose and land on the counter. Blood. Your nose was bleeding. You touch your nose gently with your hand and look at the blood on your finger tips puzzled. You hadn’t had a nose bleed since you were twelve. Steve rushes over to you.

‘y/n are you okay?’ Steve asked you. It was obvious that he was worried about you. He examined your face as if he was looking for any sign of a threat.

You nodded

‘yeah it’s just a nose bleed I’m okay’ you confirm not wanting to worry him.

You don’t tell him that the lack of sleep worries you or that you haven’t had a nosebleed in years, as you don’t want to worry him. It is your job to look out for him, Robin and the kids and not the other way around, you have to be strong for them.

You go over to wipe your nose before you continued to work your shift.

Something was happening in Hawkins again. You weren’t sure what it was. But it was dangerous. It was bad enough for Nancy to go follow her instinct. Steve was trying to stop her from going alone. You notice how quick Steve is to throw his keys to you, you barely caught them and swayed a little. Something was off with you. This didn’t feel normal. You didn’t mention anything though as you didn’t want to worry your friends. You also notice how badly Steve wants to protect Nancy and it hurts. It burns knowing that even after all this time he probably still has a thing for her. You wish it was you. Robin bless her heart notices and takes the keys from you and she hands them back to Steve before going with Nancy and they go to follow Nancy’s clue while Steve, Dustin, you and Max went to Ms. Kelly’s house so that Max could get some answers out of Ms. Kelly. As Max went inside Steve made some sort of comment and Dustin gave him a snarky remark. Usually this would have made you laugh or offer a sarcastic comment back but you were too wrapped up in your thoughts to pay them any attention. After you stayed uncharacteristically silent Steve turned around and looked at you.

‘y/n!’ Steve exclaimed in a worried tone of voice as he looks at you up and down.

‘huh?’ you asked confused and saw Dustin and Steve shoot each other worried looks.

‘are you still thinking about the nightmares?’ Steve asks you concerned, you consider lying for a brief second but know he wouldn’t by it even for a second.

‘yeah, I’m feeling very worn out lately because of them. I probably just need an early night tonight’ you say and it’s partially true but you are worried it’s more significant than that but you just can’t put your finger on it.

Steve shoot you another worried look. You feel bad. You don’t want him to fuss over you. Steve doesn’t push the issue. You can tell that this will be a conversation for a later time. Max rushes out to the car and urges Steve to drive off and he drives off towards the school.

Steve, Max, Dustin and yourself break into the school to go through Chrissy’s files. Past trauma, terrible nightmares, difficulty breathing, Headaches.

Your breath catches in your throat.

‘can I – can I see Fred’s file please?’ you ask Steve softly and looks at him. He nods and hands it to you before squeezing your shoulder in reassurance as he can sense that you aren’t your usual self.

As you look through his file you see that his symptoms are the seáme as Chrissy’s a, the same as yours. nose bleeds. Constant nightmares. Past trauma.

You think about your nosebleed the other day. About the nightmares that keeps you from sleeping and how you have been thinking about your family members tragic passing more than usual lately and the amount of blame you felt because of the accident.

‘y/nnnnn’ a voice called you and you start to hear a loud ticking noise that you follow into the hallway. You notice that there is a big grandfather clock ticking at the end of the hallway and your blood runs cold. This is not good.

Steve starts to shake you and call out your name.

‘Y/N!’

‘She’s in a trance like Chrissy was!’ Dustin exclaims

‘Y/N!’ Steve repeats and shake you a bit more roughly this time which cause You to look at him and and you urge Steve, Max and Dustin to follow you outside in the hallway. Everyone follows you but looks at you distressed.

‘there was a grandfather clock right there !’ you exclaim in frustration. It had been there just a minute ago.

After a good while both Nancy and Robin met Steve, Dustin, Max and you at the school.

‘Fred and Chrissy both went to see Ms. Kelly, they both had the same symptoms, horrible headaches, followed by nightmares, nosebleeds, sleeping problems that caused them to wake up covered in cold sweat and then the hallucinations based on their past traumas and the visions worsened until they. Until they -’ you said out of breath your face blank

Steve looks at you concerned and you shared a look between the two of you. His face fell, iit made your heart ache and you found it hard to look at him.

‘Vecna’s curse ’ Robin confirms fearfully and you nod. You are unable to do much as you know your time is coming.

‘Chrissy’s nightmares started a week ago, Fred’s started six days ago and I’ve been having nightmares for the last few days, so I don’t know how long I have but my time is nearing. Fred and Chrissy both died less than a day after their first hallucination and I’ve just seen that goddamn clock so which means my last day is tomorrow’ you add shakily and Steve goes over to hold you in his arms, you burry your head in his chest and he strokes your back in soothing circles. Your embrace is short lived as there’s a noise in the hall.

Steve goes to check out the noise with a lamp held in his hand for protection a part of you swoons at the sight as even in uncertain danger Steve still has everyone’s backs. You are right there beside him. Nancy, Robin, Dustin and Max follow him outside the hallway before everyone jumps before you all noticed that it is just Lucas in the hallway. It scares you all shitless none the less.

As soon as everyone got to the Wheeler house everyone divided up into groups, Nancy and Robin went upstairs, Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max were talking and you were pacing around the room. You always thought you would have had more time which was ironic given the fact that you survived that freak accident.

You had been twelve years old, your parents had taken you and your twin sister to see your aunt for Christmas. You were in the backseat of the car next to your twin sister. It was very icy and windy outside and your parents were arguing in the car and they were not paying attention to where they were going.

There had been a car on the other side of the road, the car you and your family was in had been sliding on the road, your dad had noticed the other car and turned the steering wheel the other way only for the car to slide straight into a massive tree. You remember that you looked over at your sister who was having trouble breathing, her face was bloody and full of cuts. You remember that you reached out for her hand and she squeezed it. You passed out after that.

You had woken up in the hospital to the sound of your aunt talking to a doctor.

Your parents had both died on impact but your sister had struggled to breathe as she had been stuck because of the seatbelt. You had been the only survivor, you had a severe concussion and deep cuts into your skin and bruises but you were the only one who made it out alive.

You hadn’t noticed that Steve had approached you.

‘y/n’ he said your name so softly that it made you look up at him and you had stopped pacing for a minute. You looked at him and he sensed the fear coming of off you in waves.

‘we have got your back. We will figure it out okay? together’ Steve said and you nodded but your face was blank. Emotionless.

Steve pulled you into a bone crushing hug, he buried his head in your hair. You hugged him back just as fiercely. You never wanted to let him go. Eventually he let you go and sat down on the couch with Dustin, Lucas and Max.

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him but you thought your time was pretty much up if anything you should have died in that freak car accident like your parents and sister. You had no idea why you had survived in the first place like what made you so goddamn special.

You sat down next to the desk and wrote some letters. If your time really was up you wanted to make sure that you said goodbye to your Aunty, Eddie, Robin, Steve and the kids who weren’t kids anymore. If anything you were relieved that you were the one going through this and not the kids, Eddie, Robin or Steve. You had spent the last year protecting them all minus Eddie and you would do that till your dying breath. They were your chosen family and you would do anything for them.

You could feel everyone’s gazes on you as you were writing which you ignored. Once you finished the letters you put them in your bag before getting up.

You walked over and grabbed the walkie. ‘will this reach Pennhurst if we are further away than Wheeler’s basement?’ you asked Dustin

‘of course’ Dustin reassured you and gave you a sympathetic look.

‘wait hold on! what are you talking about?’ Steve asked you visibly confused.

You gave him a look as if to get him to understand that you needed to do stuff before your world ended. Words were too much right now. Everything felt too heavy.

‘nuh uh. No. no. no!’ Steve added and shook his head before he crossed his arms over his torso.

You sighed before you took the Walkie in your bag and headed up the stairs and out of Nancy Wheelers house. Steve was hot on your heals with Dustin, Lucas and Max following a bit further behind him.

‘y/n! y/n! I’m not taking you anywhere!’

You ignored him and kept walking.

‘I’m not spending my last twenty four hours stuck in Nancy Wheelers joke of a basement! I’m claustrophobic! You can either drive me to the places I need to go or I will drive there myself’ you said stubbornly and kept on walking.

Steve caught up with you and stood in front of you blocking your way with his hands on his hips like he was scolding a child and his face was inches away from yours.

‘ God y/n! why are you always so goddamn stubborn?’ he added his voice laced with frustration

‘are you really going to deny a dying women her last wishes? ’ you shot back at him mimicking your arms crossed over your chest.

Steve looked taken back like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. You felt guilty and was about to apologize but Steve started talking.

‘you cannot be serious! You have to be out of your goddamn mind!’

‘Steve please’ You added defeated and reached over and squeezed his shoulder gently. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, the ones he could never deny. They were your ultimate secret weapon.

‘ugh fine! Henderson that super walkie of yours better reach Pennhurst’ Steve added thowing his hands in the air in frustration before he unlocked the car and you all got into it and buckled up your seatbeat.

The sound of the grandfather clock was ringing in your ears causing you to look out of the window with a knot in your stomach. You wondered how much time you really had left.

The first stop on your list was your house. Steve parked the car outside your house and you unbuckled your seatbelt and you opened the door.

‘be quick y/n’ Steve added with a level of worry to his tone of voice. His hand grabbed yours gently and he held it for a minute tracing circles in your palm before he let go. You looked at him and nodded.

‘I’ll be back in two minutes’ you added as you left Steve’s car and walked up to the house.

‘y/n?’ Steve called out through the car window you turned around and looked at him.

‘be careful?’

You gave him a small salute in understanding before going into the house. You knew your aunt wasn’t home, she was at work so you went into her bedroom and put the letter you had for her on the dresser next to her bed.

You spotted a picture of you and your sister on the dresser and picked it up with shaky hands. You looked at it with great remorse. You had been the younger one of the two of you by a few minutes which had been a fact your sister never made you forget. You had been undeniably close and life without her was weird, it didn’t feel right.

You caressed her face and your eyes teared up slightly. The picture had been taken at one of your family gatherings. The room started to darken and it became cold and breezy, You started to hear that goddamn grandfather clock again and you looked around.

‘y/n. you think a letter is going to fix what you did?’

‘you caused it. And now you must pay the ultimate price’

You saw a hallucination of your sister in the car, she was bloody and having trouble breathing

‘NO!’ you screamed as you dropped the picture with a loud crash on the floor which caused you to snap out of it and you ran outside of the house and wiped your face in the sleeve of your shirt.

‘y/n! are you okay!’ Steve exclaimed

You walked over to the car, got in the passenger seat and put your seat beat on.

‘I’m fine. Just drive please’ you said it was clear that you were absolutely drained and exhausted.

‘y/n’

‘please Steve’

Steve sighed and started to drive off. You were avoiding everyone’s gazes as Steve drove you to the next spot on your list.

‘to the left here’

‘are you sure? Really y/n here?’ Steve asked you with a dreadful tone to his voice.

‘yeah here’

Steve had driven you to the very same tree where your family had been killed all those years ago. You left the car and walked off before Steve ran up to catch to you.

‘please go back in the car Steve. I have to do this. Alone ‘ you added and avoided his gaze and you scratched your arm.

‘I need you to talk to me. To us. We are all here for you. Let us be here for you!’ Steve added in desperation hoping to get through to you.

You rummaged through your bag and pulled out all the letters and handed them over to Steve.

‘ why are you giving me a bunch of letters? What’s the’ Steve stopped cold in his own tracks. His features blank before Steve’s face softened and he started to shake his head in denial.

‘there’s something I always wanted to ask. In case I don’t make it’ you commented weakly.

‘then tell me! I don’t want to read about it in a goddamn letter!’ Steve said stubbornly not backing down

‘okay. Okay. I’ll tell you but you won’t like it’ you admitted afraid of the initial rejection you know was coming.

‘that’s not true y/n. you can tell me anything. You know that’ Steve added in disbelief. It was like he was looking at you but seeing a stranger in your place.

‘I like you. And not just in a ‘oh wow look I’m best friends with Steve Harrington’ kind of way. I like spending time with you, I like watching movies with you, working shifts with you. Steve i- I have feelings for you’ you said slowly to give Steve time to process what you were saying.

‘huh? ’ Steve asked confused and not catching on.

you looked up at him and tried to give him a look in order for him to better understand your feelings. He still didn’t catch on and you sighed in despair.

‘all those times you went out on a date with someone? I always wanted it to be me. Look I know you probably don’t feel the same but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re amazing. Look in case I don’t make it tell the kids and Robin that I love them and Steve I -’

‘No. no. no! you are just saying all of this because you are scared of dying okay? You don’t mean it. also you are going to make it. We will find a way out of it’ Steve interrupted stubbornly.

Yikes.

You sighed. It felt hopeless. You knew it wasn’t an outright rejection but it felt like it. You leaned in and kissed his cheek as a way of saying goodbye, both to him and the idea of something more ever happening between you. Before walking off and going over to the tree.

You felt stupid. Steve probably did like Nance. He had probably never stopped loving her and here you were basically throwing yourself at him. To make matters worse he didn’t even see that you had just confessed your feeling to him. If he couldn’t see it when you were being that direct then he would never get it. You backed away from him and went over to the tree and sat down.

Steve stood there and looked after you perplexed before he went back into the driver’s seat looked. He still looked after you.

‘what just happened ’ Lucas added in confusion looking at Steve before he looked at Dustin and Max.

‘Wow you’re a bigger idiot than we give you credit for‘ Max commented from the backseat.

‘What’s that supposed to mean!’ Steve added in pure frustration.

‘Dude seriously! if you can’t see that that was y/no’s way of telling you she likes you then you are more hopeless than I thought’ Dustin added with a certain level of snark.

‘No! It wasn’t. She was just saying all of that because she’s scared of… of’

‘Not making till tomorrow ‘ Max added not so helpfully with a certain level of worry displayed on her facial features.

‘Yeah exactly . It’s not like she meant it’ Steve deflected clearly still in denial.

‘She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon Steve!’ Dustin shot back not impressed with his older male friend.

‘Language Henderson! She does not! I would have noticed!’ Steve scoffed in disbelief.

‘Who always helps you out every time there’s a crisis?’ Lucas asked and looked at Steve.

‘Y/n’ Steve confirmed as a matter of fact.

‘ who is always covering your shifts for you every time you go on a date?’ Dustin asked as he gave Steve a look

‘Y/n’

‘Who always takes care you every time you get beaten up? Fixes your hair before a date? Or gives you a pep talk before you chat some girl up? Why on earth would she do that if she didn’t like you!’ Dustin asked and gave Steve another

‘Because we are -‘

Oh shit. The more Steve thought about it the more he was convinced that you liked Him.

The letter in his hand felt like it was burning. He wanted to know what you had said but he knew he couldn’t read it as it would have been like he was betraying your trust.

His heart was pounding fast in his chest. Did he think you were an absolute babe? Of course! He had eyes. He thought you had been gorgeous from the very first time he ever Saw you walk down the corridor at Hawkins. The amount of confidence you had as you held your head high not giving two shits what anyone thought of you despite people calling you a freak.

He remembered he had seen the way you had fought off the monsters from the upside down in the past with a certain level of determination and how hot he had thought that was. he had of course never acted on any of the thoughts as he had been too far up Nancy’s ass and the fact that you didn’t seem to care for him all that much. Once you really started being in his life you had surprisingly hit it off as friends and Steve didn’t want to lose that so whatever attraction he had felt towards you he had buried away deep down to the point where you had just confessed that you had feelings for him and he had shrugged those off because he didn’t think there was any way that cool and normally collected y/n had feelings for him. Robin was going to give him hell for that later.

Steve kept going over conversations you had had with him lately

‘so do tell me pretty boy how do you pick these women up?’ you had asked him in a teasing manner.

Robin who was watching your exchange was laughing at how dumstruck Steve was acting.

You walked over to him confidently and leaned over the counter and stole his Raybans that were on his head, you fingers touched his hair which was softer than you could ever have imagined and you put the sunglasses on your face.

You slid the sunglasses down slightly so that you could look at Steve in a seductive manner.

‘so. I know the best spot in town for burgers. How about we go there tonight just you and me ? what do you say lover boy?’ you said in an over the top way and winked at him.

Steve had swallowed a lump in his throat before he had laughed it off and your face had fallen slightly.

Steve remembered the last time he had gone to ask a girl out and he had come to you for advice.

‘Y/n! there’s this girl I want to ask out and I think she could be the one’ Steve had expressed as he entered the family video store

‘I thought you had already asked Linda out? ’

Steve rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

‘actually this is a different girl. It didn’t work out with Linda’

‘ahh I see. Wow Steve you sure do take your time getting to know these girls’ you added with a certain level of sarcasm behind your words

‘y/nnnn pleaseee help me. You are the most cool and collected girl I know. How can I make a good impression’ Steve asked and leaned over the counter and he was close to you. You reached out and ruffled his ‘perfect hair’ which caused him to groan at you.

‘not the hair! I spent ages getting it to look just right’ Steve pouted. He looked at you and your heart ached as you took in his beauty. His milky skin looked soft. You wanted to lean in and kiss the beauty marks on his face. His eyes held a certain warmth to them.

‘okay. Okay. So you want to leave a good impression?’

‘yes! How do I do that exactly’

‘tell her you love her eyes, her face scratch that! Tell her that you like everything about her’ you smiled at him. His warm brown eyes were soft and they reminded you of an autumn day where the leaves were falling of the trees. You leaned in close enough to run your fingers gently through his hair in order to fix it for him.

‘does that usually work?’ Steve questioned as he looked into your eyes and it felt like he was gazing into your soul. you looked back at him longingly. You had spent forever just looking into the deep brown pools of Steve’s eyes. His perfect eyelashes fluttered against his skin delicately.

‘if you are suave then yes it will work’ you added your voice was hoarse and you felt your face heat up. what you wouldn’t have given in order to lean in and kiss him.

Robin had come through the door at that very moment causing the two of you to jump away from each other. You had gone back to rewinding ‘Labyrinth’ while Steve had gone to put his stuff into his locker in the staff room.

Steve was having a full blown breakdown about it. How had he not seen that you liked him? How had he been so blind? How had he not seen you had been right next to him all this time? Was he really that goddamn stupid?

Steve noticed how still you were sitting. It made his blood ran cold. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Steve got out of the car and ran over to you and sat down next to you.

‘No.No.No.No.NO! Y/N!’ Steve as he shook you. Your eyes where white and you where far away.

He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose you. Not when he- not when he loved you. He cursed at himself for being such an idiot. You had just told him that you liked him and he had brushed it off. When you made it back to him he would make it up to you.

You had been reading your letter to your family. You sniffled. Everything turned dark around you. The sky was dark.

You saw a dark figure walking close to you. It was your sister. She was coming over to you. You shook slightly frozen in place. It was your twelve year old sister though, she was your age, covered in blood. She was identical to you.

‘you were happy you got to survive while I died right?’

‘that’s – that’s not true’

‘you always wanted to be me. You always envied me. That’s why you were relieved when I took me last breath wasn’t it?’

‘No! NO’

Your sister stood in front of you smiling menacingly.

‘just admit that’s what you wanted all along’

You shook your head and tears fell down your cheek

‘you know we all died because of you right? That the reason mom and dad were fighting was because of you’

You look frightened. You knew it wasn’t true but you always felt guilty. For your parents arguing . for being the only surviver. You had changed your appearance after the accident to look the least like your old self. Like how you had looked when your twin sister had been alive. You and her had been identical twins with only minimal facial difference.

‘but I’m here to make you pay the ultimate prize for your mistake’ your sister was gone and Vecna was in her place.

You started backing away from Vecna before you started running as far away from him as possible. He walked after you.

‘STEVE! STEVE! HELP ME! PLEASE!!!’ you screamed

Everything turned dark red around you and there was thunder and lightening. There was blood everywhere and the clock was ticking again. There was shattered pieces or the creel house everywhere with the grandfather clock floating in the air.

You looked around and saw Chrissy’s dead body and looked the other way and saw Fred’s dead body all strung up.

Vecna wrapped his vines around you and tied you up against a tree. His vines wrapping around your neck tightly causing you to gasp for breath.

‘you aren’t re- real’ you gasped exhausted

A small opening appeared at the other side. You had to get to it somehow.

‘Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance Another heartache, another failed romance, on and on Does anybody know what we are living for?’

‘your friends can’t help you. After all if you go to them you will get them all killed. They will all go down with you’ Vecna sneered

‘oh but I am very real’ Vecna said as he put his hand over your face. You saw the portal and caught a glimpse of Dustin, Max, Lucas and Steve. You had to get back to them. To him.

You closed your eyes and memories flashed of you and Steve together, you ruffling his hair before his date, you cleaning his wounds after the Russians had attacked you all.

‘ouch it stings!’ Steve complained which caused you to laugh a little as he was acting as a child.

‘look it will be over soon. Just sit still for me okay’

‘you sit still for me’ Steve mocked an you gave him a stern look and he mumbled sorry.

‘you know, what you out there? That was mind blowing. We all owe you our lives. I owe you my life’ you added and shot him an appreciative look.

‘it was nothing really’ Steve mumbled shyly his cheeks reddened at the compliment.

‘it was amazing. You were amazing. Thank you for saving my life. I didn’t derseve it but I am eternally greatful’ you added as you finished cleaning his face.

Steve reached over and grabbed your hand and held it in his. You looked at him in the eye.

‘what do you mean by that? Why would you not deserve to be saved?’ Steve asked you perplexed

‘I’ve been so horrible to you all summer all because I was so caught up in the past. When I started working at Scoop’s I thought oh great I have to work with Steve Harrington the douche. But you weren’t a douche? you’ve been so sweet to me all summer. I was so wrong about you ’ you admitted distressed

‘that just means you made a mistake. Not that you don’t deserve to be saved’ Steve added softly and smiled at you.

‘can you ever forgive me? I woul- I would like us to be friends if that’s not too… corny?’

Steve pulled you into a hug and you held onto him tightly causing him to hiss out in pain

‘sorry. Sorry’ you mumbled against his chest.

‘ it’s okay my friend’ Steve held onto you for the longest time and you smiled into his chest and wrapped your hands around his back.

You remembered lending your kids movies. Giving them icecream. You remembred you dancing around playfully with Eddie to rock songs, helping with his DnD campaigns. Driving Dustin and Mike home after a DnD session so that they made it home safe. You remembered helping Max do her braids before school. You remembered the way Steve always protected you and held you close.

You opened your eyes and reached over and pulled at one of Vecna’s veins. It with enough force for you to leave him winded, enough of a hit for him to drop you onto the ground. You caught breath for a second before you ran as fast as you could towards the opening.

‘The show must go on The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My makeup may be flaking But my smile, still, stays on’

I’m coming home to Steve you thought.

You looked back and noticed that Vecna wasn’t following you.

You sped up. Pieces of the creel house was falling down next to you which almost caused you to fall. You collected yourself before dodging several pieces of the house. You ran as fast as you could. You needed to get back to your kids. To Steve.

‘I'll face it with a grin I'm never giving in On with the show’

Your eyes opened and you fell down to the ground. You clung to Steve for a good while as Max, Lucas and Dustin all touched your shoulders and they all looked relieved that you were okay. You looked up at Steve, his face was inches away from yours.

‘I told you we would find a way’ Steve added as he breathed heavily next to you. You nodded and looked at him greatfully.

‘is it okay if I- I really want to kiss you. Is that okay?’ Steve asked as he looked into your eyes searching for clarity. Your heart melted at his question but you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure it was real.

‘am I dreaming? Is this real?’ you asked visibly confused.

Steve beamed down at you and shook his head.

‘it’s real. Look if this isn’t okay tell me and I won’t-’ Steve added carefully almost as if he was planning every next step he did with caution. You figured that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

‘yes. Kiss me. Please’ you uttered not very helpfully. You were still flabbergasted. This seemed too good to be true.

Steve didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned in and kissed you. His warm lips sliding against yours and his hand caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch. You kissed like you were both touch starved like you had both wanted it for a long time when Steve finally pulled away you leaned your forehead against his.

He stared at you lovingly with a wide smile on his face.

‘ I thought you like N-‘ you stated slightly confused but you were smiling.

‘ It’s you. It’s always been you. I’ve just been too stupid to see it. Can you ever forgive me?’

You grinned up at him. Your smile lit up your entire face. You couldn’t actually believe this. Steve Harrington really liked you. You caressed his face with your hands and he melted into your touch.

‘it’s okay. You made it home to me. That’s all that matters’

‘you are so beautiful’ Steve admitted as he leaned in and kissed you again.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #blood #mentions of death #stranger things steve #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #st #steve and robin #robin buckley #eddie munson

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DATING APP HCS - AYATO

PAIRING: AYATO X FEM READER

WARNING: SMUT, DOM/LITTLE DYNAMICS

If you are an Ayato fan, do yourself a favour and read it. Even if you aren’t, you still better do it. Just saying :> Ayato is the best daddy material and I just had to write it. Smut, smut, smut and lots of Daddy Ayato taking care of his baby. You might want to find yourself a sugar daddy right after reading it, but don’t hold me accountable for it.

You’ve been mulling over the option of getting yourself a sugar daddy for quite some time now. You are just a broke Creative Writing major who can barely afford to pay the bills, not to mention the awfully high college fees.

All in all, you also can’t deny the fact that your sexual frustration has already reached sky-high levels, leaving you mostly annoyed and miserable. What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you cute enough? Maybe you’re just too clingy. You’ve heard it often enough to actually start believing it.

So, after the stage of initial doubt has passed, you find yourself seated on the sofa with a phone in your hand. You’ve done your research thoroughly. You know how terrible people can get online so you made sure to pick the safest dating site the Internet has to offer. Your anxiety soars high after you finally hit the save button and lean back to take a look at the profile you’ve created.

Coming to think of it, you’ve always been a little bit... different?

Your parents spoiled you rotten and brought you up inside of a protective bubble that guarded you against the cruelty of others and the world. It always felt like a little bit too much for your vulnerable side that very often took control of everything that happened in your life. From a very young age, you shunned the company of other kids, preferring to spend your time in solitude, immersed in your fantasy world of dolls and pastel plushies.

That bubble was just an illusion, though. You had no choice but to come up against some very harsh realities after you decided to move out of your parents’ secure haven. You wanted to pursue your dreams of becoming a writer and finally be able to look at yourself in the mirror without feeling like a failure.

Thus, if there is anything that you’re sure of in your life at this point; it must be:

1) You are Broke (with capital B!), but most certainly, you are not going to ask your parents to save your ass yet again.

2) You will go to any lengths to graduate from this university and make your family proud.

3) You are done with the permanent HORNY status. The prospects of having somebody else to look out for you as well as deal with the f.o.r.e.v.e.r wet panties issue is too good to let it fall between the cracks without giving it a chance first.

With your hopes high, you began browsing different profiles of strangers who hinted at being interested in providing for a Little. These were, however, mostly old and yucky-looking men. It took but a few minutes to realise that the idea of getting yourself a sugar daddy, no matter how pleasing it seems, will be more difficult than you had initially thought it would. Are you being too picky? Perhaps. But, you can’t bring yourself to EVER let a creep like that touch you! The mere thought triggers a gag reflex, and your body shudders as if attacked by thousands of sleazy slimes.

So, just when you are about to call it a day and go to bed to sulk over the fact that your pathetic ass can’t even find anybody to have sex with you, let alone pay you for it, your bulging in shock eyes almost pop out of your head.

„Holy shit!”

You rise to your feet and then; have to immediately sit back down because of the growing excitement causing the world around to spin.

This man is fucking flawless. Pastel hair? Elegant and charming smile? He doesn’t even look like he is anywhere near his 30s. Your mouth melts as if you haven’t eaten for days, and now there is a delicious looking cake served on a silver plate right in front of your eyes. Absurd. Why would a man of his calibre even want to pay anybody to have sex with him? Shouldn’t it be the other way round? Heck, you would surely pay him if your wallet was anything thicker than a tissue.

You swipe right.

And then your mood drops.

„Oh, I’m such a tool.”

Aha, why are you getting so excited? You pinch those burning cheeks hard enough to bring yourself down a peg or two. Why would he, the walking perfection of lavender and baby-blue Celestial being, ever become interested in YOU of all the people who’d be ready to bounce on his dick if he just as much as spared them a glance?

The profile name says AyatoDaddy. You wonder what his real name is. The site won’t let you see any personal details unless you match with someone. You were cautious enough to keep your name private and decided to stick to an alias of sorts. If they want to know your name they will need to ask. DUH.

Like an idiot, you spring to your feet yet again when the sound of the notification startles the shit out of you.

My oh my oh my

The screen lights up, and your heart gallops with the speed of a herd of feral horses.

A match? A new match?

And a message from... Kamisato Ayato.

You put your phone away, pacing around the room like a tiger trapped in a cage to gather your thoughts. It takes you precious minutes before you finally are ready to pick up the device again.

From: Kamisato Ayato

Hi, pretty girl. I saw your profile and simply couldn’t resist texting you. How come such a cute little doll like you doesn't have anyone to look after her? Well, no matter. It seems to be my lucky day. I’ll gladly take care of you, Little One.

You leave him on read as the man stands in stark contrast to all the creepy dudes that previously bombarded you with messages. It does funny things to your stomach. So polite? Also, no disgusting dick picks or other nasty comments about your boobs. Uh, how should you respond? Out of pure anxiety, you start biting your nails. Your body rocks back and forth with your legs pressed to your chest.

Ding-Ding

Another notification shakes you out of your brain paralysis.

Kamisato Ayato: Was I too direct? I know you have probably had your fair share of disappointments. Please, let me assure you, I’m nothing like the disgusting lot you’ve met so far. I will be good to you. It’s a promise, and I’m a man of my word. How about giving me a chance to prove it, though?

It’s indescribable what his words do to your affection-craving mind. Trembling, your clammy hands attempt to formulate a sentence as you tap the buttons in haste.

PinkFairy: No, no. You’re not too direct. I would like that too. It’s just, can we take it slow, please?

That wasn’t the best of answers, and you instantly regret sending it. Take it slow? What the fuck? You’ve just miraculously found yourself a sugar daddy who also happens to be the hottest man alive, and you want to TAKE IT SLOW???

KamisatoAyato: I see no problem with that, Pink Fairy :)

Shit, shouldn’t he be angry or something? You thought he would like to get things going fast if his profile is anything to infer from.

KamisatoAyato: I would love to get to know you better first.

Damn, you once again left him on read. What the hell is happening to you? FOCUS!

PinkFairy: Yes, yes. Exactly. Thank you for being so understanding!

Sheesh, this reply also comes across ass too cringy for your liking, and you want nothing else but to sink through the floor and vanish.

KamisatoAyato: I will be honest with you, Pink Fairy, and I trust you can also do the same for me. I’m not after some meaningless sex. It stopped being exciting a long time ago. What kind of Daddy/Dom are you interested in?

You become even more flustered. The sudden shift in the seriousness of this conversation makes you hold your breath, panic and fight the uneasiness whirring in the pit of your stomach as you fidget on the sofa. All the same, you realise it won’t do you any good if you lied to him.

PinkFairy: I’m new to this... I just know I don’t want any flings. I don’t like casual sex. Is that ok? :<

A girl saying she doesn’t like casual sex after going on a daddy looking spree. Now, that’s rich.

KamisatoAyato: So, if I understand you correctly, you’ve never had a Daddy?

Tears prick your eyes as you try to control the tightening in your throat, which results in a weird hiccup. What were you even thinking? This gorgeous man must be so done with you by now.

PinkFairy: No, I’ve never had a Daddy.

You can barely see the screen when you send the reply.

KamisatoAyato: That’s perfect! It makes me very happy. I’m also looking for a Little who wants a more stable relationship. I won’t disappoint you.

What? You try to process what has just happened, but it’s like anxiety and shock cobwebbed your mind.

KamisatoAyato: So, my PinkFairy, can I ask you for your name? I think I’ve gained enough of your trust to get to know it :) But, if not, I will send you a selfie so that you can be sure I’m not a fraud.

You gulp once his lilac pupils smile at you from the photo. There is a small mole under his mouth and a soft albeit a bit playful curve to his rosy lips. That’s so not fair. The man looks like a noble Prince from your bedtime stories.

PinkFairy: Thank you. You’re very handsome, but I’m sure you’ve heard it many times before. My name is Y/N.

You stare at the photo and notice more and more subtle details that all make up the graceful beauty of the man.

KamisatoAyato: You have a lovely name. As you probably already know, I’m Ayato. Very pleased to meet you. I’ve never heard it from such a cute girl like yourself, though. Can I also see you? Just a simple selfie, nothing that would make you feel uncomfortable. I simply wish to confirm my PinkFairy is real :)

You don’t feel anywhere near as attractive as he is, but you understand he also needs some proof that you’re not a scammer. Quickly, you wipe your tears away and try to take a decent photo. You send it to him; without even looking at it properly and preparing yourself mentally for another rejection.

KamisatoAyato: Oh, my my. Aren’t you just the prettiest? Thank you. I appreciate it.

The fact that he considers you pretty makes you feel light-headed. Does he mean it? Warmth nestles deep in your belly, and you begin to worry at your lip.

PinkFairy: You’re too nice.

You reply dryly, but Ayato doesn’t seem even remotely discouraged.

KamisatoAyato: So, what are you up to, Baby? Care to tell me something more about you?

The lavender angel keeps the conversation going until the very late hours of the evening. Until he is certain he will be the only thing on your mind when he finally tells you to lie down and rest like a good girl. Because that’s what you are, right? Daddy’s good little girl.

Unfortunately, you’re yet again reminded of your striking lack of any experience in the Little/Dom dynamics as you stare blankly at the pdf file sent by Ayato. Ahh, to be brutally honest, with the staggering total amount of 1 (questionable) partner in your life, more conventional sexual activities do not seem to be your forte either. The letters before your eyes start to blur when you sluggishly move down the never-ending list of rules/conditions of the contract.

You have quickly decided to skip the part which included various names of kinks and fetishes. These alien names looked so cryptic; it left you bewildered and careening off the edge of another melt-down. Does it mean Ayato intends to do all of that with you? Or is it like one of those patient surveys you are forced to fill in before the first meeting with your doctor? TICK for yes - I like it, CROSS - don’t you dare slash I have never done that before? Perhaps, the lilac-eyed Prince Charming wants to understand you and your needs better. Thing is, you don’t even know yourself. How could you, when the only sexual encounter you have had so far finished in a fiasco and lots of tears.

Instead, you focus on the more approachable terms of the contract.

1) No talking back to Daddy. Daddy is always right, and you must listen to him.

2) During playtime, you can only address Daddy Dom as Daddy / Master / Sir.

3) Be polite and well-mannered; say please and thank you.

4) No cursing.

5) Eat at least three meals a day. No dieting or food restriction unless you discuss it with Daddy first and he finds it necessary.

6) Sleep at least 8 hours a day. When Daddy tells you it is bedtime you must comply.

7) When something upsets you, Daddy must know about it.

8) No lies. You mustn’t under any circumstances keep secrets from Daddy or be dishonest.

9) Daddy wants to see you every day, even if for a short time.

10) Don’t touch yourself unless Daddy says you can.

11) No cumming without Daddy’s permission.

12) You must ask Daddy to help you with all of your sexual needs. Once again, no secrets are allowed.

The list goes on and on like this, getting spicier and more embarrassing with each point. You know you probably look like an absolute mess, cheeks crimson red, breath uneven and furrowed forehead. Your friend has been shooting you worried looks for the longest time now, but even though she is sitting right across from you, you didn’t notice.

„Pssst!”

She gestures toward you as discreetly as she only can to pull you out of your trance. Finally, you lift your eyes that have been glued to the screen of your phone for the majority of the lecture. You feel like abruptly woken up from the deepest of dreams. You gawk at her dully.

„Are you ok?”

She whispers offering you a concerned smile.

„Yeah, just zoned out. It’s all fine.”

You shrug her off, close to another heart attack when the phone vibrates on the desk. It’s a message from Ayato. You’ve been texting non-stop for a few days now. You have even exchanged phone numbers out of convenience. It’s still shocking how easy it is to talk to him; how smoothly the conversation is going without awkward pauses or misunderstandings. You seem to get on quite well.

He is funny and kind but also flirtatious. Not the pushy type, just the right dose of charm and teasing jokes to make you blush and squeal out loud whenever nobody is looking. You told him that your biggest wish is to become a writer; shared details about your life, favourite hobbies, things you do when you feel sad. He asks about everything and nothing, being very enthusiastic when you get comfortable enough to vent. He has also been pretty straightforward about the things you want to know, answering as sincerely as he only can.

From Ayato:

Hey, Pretty Girl. How about finally letting me see you this weekend? <3 Have you read the file I sent you?

You are torn. You have been craving to meet Ayato, imagining how perfect he must be in real life if he already appears to be the most amazing guy you have ever had a chance to talk to. Uneasy, you re-read the message a couple of times. What if he doesn't like you?

You freeze with the phone in your hand and stare hollowly at the lecturer who babbles something about the sudden shift in the popularity of Inazuman light novels that slowly out-compete the Shogun's beloved poetry. He proceeds to quote a widely respected owner of the publishing house in Inazuma - Yae Miko. She claims that without creative innovation there is never any progress. One must venture out of their comfort zone to reap the fruits of success.

You bite your lip, wondering if you actually have the guts to ever become as daring and fearless as the shrine maiden.

Shoot. Merciful Archons protect you.

It is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If you chicken out now, you will be regretting till the end of your life.

To Ayato:

How about tomorrow?

You are still recovering from the aftershocks of probably the boldest thing you have done in the entirety of your mundane existence when the phone buzzes again. Ayato responds so quickly as if he was waiting for your reply with the device in his hands.

From Ayato:

That's my good girl. Daddy is proud of you ;) I will send you the details a bit later. I have to handle some boring paperwork now. The office is in utter chaos today.

To Ayato:

Sure thing! Take your time.

You twist and turn in your chair, barely surpassing the need to scream at the pet name. You are seriously in deep shit now.

As much as you want to remain calm, it all turns futile when you gingerly trudge into the fancy interiors of Uyuu restaurant, located in the heart of Inazuma. You never come here. The prices are just too high for your broke student standards. You shake your head, realising that you might be a little bit under-dressed for this extravagant place.

„Excuse me, have you got a reservation?”

The head waiter coughs, boldly eyeing your questionable choice in fashion. You go from slightly nervous to borderline hysterical when he continues staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

An arm slides around your waist. The rich and woodsy scent of hinoki reaches your nostrils before the otherworldly lavender man appears in your view, firmly pulling you closer to his hip.

„She is my guest.”

Ayato, whose blueish strands frame his face, cascading down to the broad shoulders, exudes an aura of superiority as he dismisses the man with an idle wave of his hand. There is a glint of distaste in the otherwise serene mosaic of blue and violet pigments of his pupils.

„My apologies.”

The waiter bows down, remorseful. He disappears behind the bamboo folding-screen seconds later. Eyes drilling holes in Ayato’s shoes as he retracts with his tail between his legs.

„You are late.”

You blush a brilliant red when he sneaks his hand under the fabric of your pink sweater. Ayato’s hot palm resolutely finds itself on your hip, turning you to face him. The heat emanating from where his long fingers dig into your flesh rushes further, blooming hotly below your belly. He is so tall. Beautiful. Too beautiful to put into words. Haze descends upon you as he keeps peering at you through the softness of his long lashes. Ayato smirks.

Archons above, you’re supposed to say something!

„I’m so sorry, I---,”

He leans forward. Plush lips dance across your cheek as he lazily skims your flushed face, finally pressing them harder, mere inches from your open mouth.

„Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy to have finally met you.”

Ayato hums, no, purrs words of praise right next to your ear.

„I knew you would be pretty, but...,”

He squeezes your hip harder, and you have to cling to his chest for some stability.

„This is far beyond my expectations.”

A crisp, fragrant forest and rich cypress aromas further hold you spellbound. His scent is so subtle yet strangely intoxicating, and you can’t help being a little heartbroken when he pulls away. Ayato reluctantly removes himself from your enticing warmth and straightens before you, appearing even more regal and handsome. His smile is blinding.

„Hey, where are your manners? Are you going to act like my good girl or not?”

He chastises, barely managing to stifle a smile at your bashful reaction.

„Thank you, thank you, I’m, erm, I’m so sorry.”

You no longer know what you are saying, drowning in the bottomless well of purple pupils.

„Look at you, learning so quickly.”

Ayato’s fingers brush over yours ever so delicately. He chuckles at the sweater paws, eventually weaving your hands together. It feels safe. Safer than you have felt in a long while.

„Come now, let us sit.”

Periwinkle haired man’s eyes linger on you, and even if you duck your head in embarrassment, Ayato’s soft fingertips capture your chin to put it back in place, right where he wants it, which is vis-a-vis his handsome features.

„My Baby looks lovely in pink.”

Ayato fumbles with the too long-sleeve of your sweater that swallows the entirety of your tiny hand. Another airy chuckle. Purple orbs chase yours in silent adoration.

„Is the ceiling more interesting than I am?”

Ayato teases, sneaking his palm under the sleeve to trace soothing circles over the tense knuckles.

„N-No! Of course not. T-thank you. Pink is my favourite colour.”

He giggles again for some reason and raises your hand to his mouth. You sweep over him with wide eyes. Slowly, tenderly Ayato kisses each hard knuckle; and the tension dissipates, forming a tight knot in your belly instead.

„Oh, I see. Are there any other colours that you are particularly fond of?”

He queries, kiss after kiss, causing your body to shiver.

„Baby b-blue or pastel purple. All pastel colours, I guess.”

You add hastily, brain utterly scrambled.

„M-hmm. I bet they would look good on you as well.”

Ayato smirks deviously, no longer able to keep his witty jokes at bay. Wait a minute---, is he referring to-,

„But, I’ll make sure to confirm that later. We agreed to take things slow, right Pink Fairy?”

The skin of your hand burns, each peck of his lips leaves a scorching hot residue of the man’s desire to have you.

All you can do is nod, fighting another tingling sensation that bolts down your spine.

„What do you think about the file?”

Ayato gently places your hand back on the table. Lavender eyes keep a strict watch on your reaction. He notices how your fingers retract, shimming away from his own.

„Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

He catches your palm again before you have the chance to hide it under the table.

„I-I, I’m not sure about the meaning of some of these things...,”

You trail off, trying to control your breathing.

„Mhmm.”

Ayato hums, inching closer to you. He lowers his tone to a whisper, blowing hot air on your flushed cheek as he again takes over the conversation.

„You have never done these things before, correct? Don’t worry. The contract is just a guide. We will figure things out as we go. I have thought about it. I’m willing to forego certain formalities. You’re very special after all.”

His other palm wanders up and down your back, massaging the nervousness away. Unknowingly, your body sways towards him, yearning for more of his reassuring touches.

„Y-You do?”

You stutter your answer away, mindful not to moan out loud when his hand dives under the sweater for the second time already.

„What if I am not what you are looking for? Not the Little you want.”

Ayato clicks his tongue at you, possessively grabbing the meat of your hip to show you how much he disliked that answer.

„You are exactly what I want, silly.”

„Ah!”

A small squeak is torn out of your mouth when he so unexpectedly latches onto you. You peer at him, apologetic.

„What a pretty sound you just made. I love that.”

Ayato kisses your forehead, taking a deep breath to inhale the sweetness of your fruity shampoo. He cradles you closer. Some people turn their heads to see where the noise came from, but Ayato is too clouded with his obsessive need to hear you whimper again to register that.

His hand moves to the front, caressing the lower belly and your body jerks in response. He earns himself another little, muffled sound. Ahh, Ayato will have lots of fun with you. He knows it.

„Oh, you’re so addictive. I don’t think I will ever have enough of you.”

He chuckles, bewildered at how quickly you managed to intoxicate his brain.

„So, would you like to become Daddy’s Little Girl?”

And at this time, it’s hard to remember how to formulate a coherent sentence, so you just shake your head, much as you did it before.

„Daddy needs you to open this pretty mouth. Words, Baby, use your words.”

Ayato’s previous Littles all but pale compared to that pair of teary eyes looking at him in such a way that he would be ready to spread your cunt open with his cock, heedless of the people around. He would impale you with that thick shaft until you understand there will never be a better match for him than you, just you.

„Yes, Daddy. I want to be yours. Only yours.”

Unholy level of adrenaline mixed with lust roll over his body. The man breathes in and out slowly, with such great effort to remain civil. The world before you is obscured with the periwinkle coloured strands and lavender hues when something moist tickles your lips. Ayato is kissing you.

The kiss is ginger and haste, barely there.

„Daddy will protect you.”

He pulls away despite the fact that his hardened cock makes his thighs shake.

„You will be safe with me.”

Ayato’s heels dig into the ground. His limbs soon feel stiff from how much he’s been flexing his muscles, cutting off the blood flow.

„Now, let me pamper you with some good food. Let’s celebrate properly.”

He places another quick kiss on your temple before taking a greedy swig of water.

From that point, your life has turned upside down. Ayato made you quit your badly paid part-time job and, since then, has taken care of all the bills that were giving you constant headaches. You have been seeing him every day. He is very stubborn about always making sure you arrive at the university safe and sound (and with swollen from his demanding kisses lips). Yes. Ayato is sweet. He is also very authoritative and doesn’t take no for an answer. So, when you make some noises of complaint, he just menacingly zeros his eyes on yours.

„Princess, you are not going there by bus. Who do you think I am, huh? What kind of an outlandish idea is that even?”

He stares at your pouty lips for a few heartbeats. He exhales a long, tired sigh. Ayato walks up to your moody self, fingers squishing your cheeks hard enough to make you whine in discomfort.

„Listen here, young lady. Daddy said no bus, and you have no right acting so bratty about it now, understood?”

„B-but Daddy--,”

You try your hardest, opting for the puppy eyes and a few dramatic sniffles with your nose. Ayato’s firm resolve slips for the shortest of moments, but he won’t let you pick up on that.

„Are you going to question Daddy?”

He demands answers, pushing you flush against the wall behind you.

Ayato is a controlling man. A domineering ethereal being with little tolerance for defiance. And that is why you love pushing his buttons.

„No, no. I was just asking nicely, Daddy.”

Ayato tsked at you, pinning your wrist to the wall behind you. Archons above. Seconds later, his lips press to yours; with such fervour, so much passion. You are being kissed within an inch of your life in his office. You writhe your hips, squirming at the rock-solid grip around your trembling hands. You have only yourself to blame for his drunken power trip.

You love when reason leaves him. It’s rare to see the man so otherwise level-headed, so calm and collected go slightly feral when that mask drops, and his passion slips between the cracks.

He breaks the kiss. The lavender pupils darken, shrouded by the haze of need.

„I’m warning you, Baby. Do you think I don’t know you are doing that on purpose, mhm? You are lucky I’m at work. I’d spank your little ass till it gets red and swollen.”

He threatens you many a time. Things get awfully wet and sticky between your thighs whenever Ayato dirty-talks you with his eyes boring into yours.

He likes reading you stories while you are in his bed, cosily wrapped in his silky sheets. They smell like the man himself. It’s purely sex that’s on your mind when you inhale his pillow. Your pussy tingles with want.

„Baby, why don’t you snuggle up to the real thing instead.”

Ayato jokes, gleefully peering at your flustered face when he catches you red-handed. Maybe nothing bad would happen if you just told him you are ready to let him fuck you? You want to ask, but you are also too afraid at the same time. You have no idea about sex. What if you can’t please him?

Ayato’s blueish strands tickle your face, causing you to blink your eyes repeatedly. He hovers over you, arms on your shoulders as he presses you down to rest on the bed.

„I didn’t realise my Little needs Daddy’s attention so badly. Why didn’t you just say so, huh?”

The lavender angel teases, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle. He drops his head, burying it in the crook of your neck. You let out a shaky breath when he starts pepper-kissing every inch of your exposed skin. Something like dizziness descends upon you, numbing all of the sounds and sensations that are not related to Ayato himself.

„Say it.”

He orders.

„I want to hear it from your lips.”

Purple eyes gaze at you under the thick lashes when he drags his kisses lower to your chest.

„I-I need you, Daddy. I want all of your attention.”

His touches are measured and gentle as if each one was meant to make you lose your sanity for him. However, he has been nothing but sweet and caring so far, keeping his promise about taking it slow. Ayato’s kiss is long and deep before he takes the book into his hands.

„My good little girl. C’mere.”

He doesn’t fuck you that night. Nor the nights that follow after. Your heart beats furiously for the longest of times when he lulls you to sleep with his sensual voice and your head resting on his chest.

He takes you out on dates: picnics on sunny days; cinema to watch your favourite cartoons; romantic walks to admire the cherry blossoms that fall from the prettiest sakura trees everywhere in Inazuma. Everything in his company is much better, and today is no exception.

He took you to the amusement park; bought you a big pastel stuffie which he carried around the whole day so that you didn’t have to tire your small hands. The view was equally funny as it was adorable, and you couldn’t help stealing glances in his direction.

„What, never seen a grown-up man with a big-ass teddy bear?”

Ayato joked, making you choke on the boba tea as you broke into a fit of laughter. The lavender beauty soon joined you, not being able to hold it in any longer when you were giggling so heartily. The skin around his eyes crinkled, and he guffawed like the biggest dork. Struck dumb, you halted, dazzled by Ayato’s genuine display of emotions. Something, ok, more than one thing, more like a multitude of butterflies fluttered below your navel.

„Hey, why did you stop?”

Ayato queried. His glossy eyes smiled at you, entirely unaware of your inner turmoil. A small drop of rain landed on his perfect cheekbone, and the man looked heavenwards.

„Mhmm, seems like we should get you somewhere safe. How about---,”

Ayato craned his neck in search of some cosy place to sit.

„Ayato, can you take me home?”

Shogun wasn’t in the best of moods that day, and the drizzle of rain slowly picked up, wetting the angel’s periwinkle locks. Ayato reciprocated the hopeful twinkle in your eyes with the tiniest bit of hesitation.

„Didn’t you want to try that tea-cup ride?”

He decided to double-check, sealing the distance between you and him with the gigantic bear resting on his hip.

„No, no. Take me home..., Daddy, can you, please?.”

You tugged at the sleeve of his baby-blue turtleneck that matched your own. You had wished for an adorable couple outfit for you two, and the man agreed straight off, proudly wearing it to your dates.

How could he ever reject you when you masterfully pull at his heartstrings no matter how much he tries to remain unaffected?

Ayato lowered himself to peck your plush lips. You tasted like cotton candy and boba tea combined. Ayato thought about delving his tongue into your sweet mouth, but it wasn’t the time nor place to get himself carried away so easily.

„Come, sweet girl. Daddy will grant your every wish.”

„Almost done. Be patient.”

Ayato commands somewhat raspily, drying your hair with the towel. You’re seated cross-legged between his meaty thighs, fresh out of the bath and wearing his shirt only. You got caught in the rain on your way back to the parking lot. Ayato was palpably displeased, preparing a hot bath and a mug of camomile tea as soon as you made it into his apartment.

„I don’t like it, Daddy.”

You scoff, grimacing when he picks up the brush to untangle some of the knots. He is extremely delicate with you, so cautious not to cause any discomfort.

„Be good, and Daddy shall reward you.”

„B-but-,”

You mutter under your breath, and yet; Ayato pinches the flesh of your thigh in retaliation.

„No buts. I said be patient, didn’t I?”

You wiggle your hips to the sides impatiently, squealing at the burn when he gives your belly a squeeze as a second warning.

„No, Ayato, not my tummy!”

Ayato chuckles at the lack of daddy pet name, wondering if you realise how hard you have been pushing with your cute butt into his hardening cock. He hasn’t put on a fresh set of clothes yet. He discarded his turtleneck somewhere on the floor and promptly took care of your drenched attire.

So, he is sitting right behind you with his chest naked and wet periwinkle strands. The dampness of Ayato’s hair only adds to his naturally fresh scent of hinoki wood that beguiles your brain.

„Finally.”

Ayato grunts satisfied, lovingly pulling you closer to himself. His hands softly press onto your lower belly when he attacks your neck with his wet lips.

„Tickles.”

You squirm, and he smirks against your skin. You can feel it. The man is such a sleazy rascal sometimes!

„Ayato!”

He rakes the juncture between your shoulder and neck with his canines, making you flinch.

„What happened to Daddy? Huh? Did you forget? When it is playtime you are not allowed to use my name.”

He presses forward, simultaneously dragging your hips down to grind his dick against your buttocks.

Oh, so this is the type of playtime Ayato has in mind.

„S-Sorry, Daddy.”

You arch your back, and Ayato snuggles himself to you. His nose brushes against your cheek. With agonizing slowness, his hands dip lower, finding their safe spot on your inner thighs. You are not wearing any panties. Both of you know that he didn’t bring you a fresh pair of lingerie to the bathroom. Nothing else apart from his shirt.

Languidly, he begins to tease the plumpness of your thighs. Cushiony pads rasp over the skin, and you quiver, throwing your head back until it rests on his firm shoulder.

Ayato giggles huskily.

„Have I just found your weak spot?”

His laughter sends little shivers over your burning-up body. Ayato’s fingers run over the skin in perfect circles, teasingly getting closer to your silken folds.

„Daddy asked you a question.”

Ayato uses his nails to remind you how much he dislikes when you ignore him. If he just knew it isn't on purpose! Your brain is stir-fried. His touches take your coherence away.

„Yes, Daddy?”

You sigh and whimper, disoriented. Ayato listens attentively, galvanised by each stifled cry of pent-up need. Your breath catches in your throat when Ayato boldly, without any hesitation, slips one of his hands higher, under the shirt.

„Does my Baby feel good now?”

He leisurely traces the crease between the leg and hip, and you can’t hold back anymore. Your nails dig into his thighs. Something blazes inside your groin when he unexpectedly groans back, kneading the thigh with full force while squeezing your tummy, right above your wet pussy. He kitten-licks your neck, leaving a trail of saliva that burns your skin.

„Yes, oh--nah, yes!”

Ayato growls, crushing his lips against your neck with the sole purpose of marking you. The skin turns deep purple as he sucks ferally. You wiggle desperately, hissing at the piercing pain of his teeth scraping over the bruised spot.

„Daddy, h-hurts!”

You protest, but your body turns against you, granting him even better access when you melt against his chest.

„Oh, is that so? Do you remember the safe word, Little One?”

Ayato asks, tone menacing and laced with the intention to own you. Still, he needs to make sure. He needs to be certain you want it. He promised you, after all.

„I do, Daddy. It--,”

A weird hiccup makes it out of your dry throat. It prevents you from finishing your sentence. Ayato hears your thudding heart when his finger slides up and down right next to your folds. The juices gush out, even though he hasn’t done much to you yet. He smirks, playing with the slick that gathers on his fingertips.

„Say it. Daddy needs to know you will be able to stop me when it’s too much for you, Baby.”

You are completely overwhelmed, unconsciously pushing your hips forward, wanting him to do something, anything.

„Pink bubbles, it’s pink bubbles, Daddy, please! Please!”

Ayato angles his fingers just right. Two long digits press to your labia from each side as he continues the stroking movement. By the time he glides down to your anus, you are moaning out loud, hardly recognising your voice.

„Please what? You have to tell me what you want, Little One.”

Your breathing is hitched, and cheeks are angrily red. The man is fucking playing mind games with you.

„T-Touch me.”

The response comes off too brazen to Ayato’s liking, and he clicks his tongue. You are so embarrassed and frustrated you would be ready to kick and claw at the arrogant man. Yet, Ayato seems to be having the time of his life.

„I am touching you, am I not? Huh? Also, mind your language. It was supposed to be: daddy can you touch me, please.”

Fuck, this man is so damn annoying. You bite your lip so hard it draws blood.

„Daddy~”

Ayato’s cock throbs at the whine, which he has just wrung out of your pretty lips.

„Yes? Words, Baby, use your words.”

„Daddy touch my pussy, please!”

You scream at him, teary-eyed, boiling with need and anger. You can’t believe he made you say it out loud. He plunges the finger inside, purring into your ear in sheer adoration. Your hips budge, legs spread wider to feel him deeper. Much deeper. However, Ayato barely goes past the taut entrance, shallowly flicking the opening to the vagina whilst nibbling at your ear. Lust seizes your senses and deprives you of any shame.

„That’s not---, not like that! Uh!”

„What’s wrong, Little One?”

Ayato croons, feigning innocence. His honey voice is laced with maniacal excitement.

His other hand joins the ministrations, massaging the glistening folds with the flat surface of his pressed together fingers. The slide is so easy, so smooth, Ayato can’t get enough of it. Your pussy starts making these pretty sounds, spilling even more sweet essence when he picks up the pace, zigzagging the swollen pussy lips with a filthy grin of satisfaction on his face.

„Daddy!”

You whimper loudly, trembling, thrashing in his arms. As delicate as his thrusts into your are, your walls prickle with want, squeezing the tip of his finger as if they wanted to suck it in.

„Just put it in, put it in deeper!”

Ayato bites your earlobe gently, but your heartbeat spikes.

„Be nicer to Daddy, would you?”

Ayato reprimands, and then... everything stops. He stops touching you! It is a punishment for your bratty attitude, but still, it is so cruel. So unfair. You whine at the loss of the warmth of his fingers on your pussy. His digit retracted, leaving you clenching around nothing. The world spins, and your eyes shut tight as you bite the inner side of your cheek.

„Daddy, please! I want it deeper. I need you. I want to cum so badly.”

You weep, pathetically begging him to let you find your release. Ayato snarls when you start shaking your ass to the sides like a puppy ready to be bred. He thinks he is about to lose his mind. Vicious want slashes through his groin when you stir his throbbing cock with your cute ass. You are so fucking perfect. So needy and breedable. He will break you if he doesn’t control himself. He takes a deep breath. Finally, he whispers in his usual cool and teasing lilt.

„My good, good girl. Cum for daddy.”

He moans hotly against you when his finger delves deep into your velvety hole, immediately brushing over the gummy wall at the very back of your pussy. His other hand is back to playing with your labia, quicker than before, caressing the swollen flesh with the right amount of pressure. You meet his thrust with stuttering hips as tears of relief stream down your cheeks. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tingly, so so tingly!

„Is that what you wanted, Sweetheart?”

„Yes, yes!”

His strokes deepen, lengthen, building the tension in your lower belly with each precise thrust. You clutch onto his forearm shakily. Nails dig into the unblemished skin, leaving it clawed and red. Ayato loves it. He wants to remind himself every day that he did that to you. He made you so desperate. He turned you into a brainless doll, craving only him and his attention.

„Daddy, close, so close!”

You chant, rocking your hips forward as you feel the first sparks of euphoria crackling low below your navel.

„Let it go, Baby.”

He orders, and the coil snaps. Slick gushes down, sticking to Ayato’s hand, dribbling down to the expensive sheets. Icy shivers ripple through your skin, making your whole body jerk as if teased with an electric current. He helps you through it. Ayato measuredly adjusts his moves to let you come down from your high; without over-stimulating you. He knows it might have been too much for you. He couldn’t control himself at all. He whispers sweet nothings against your ear, sensing how much you are shaking in his arms.

„Hey, Baby. Is everything ok? Did Daddy hurt you?”

Your cheeks are still wet with tears when you reposition slightly, burying your head into his chest.

„No. I just, I have never felt this way.”

You sob despite doing your utmost to keep it all in. You can hear Ayato’s heartbeat beating erratically. He wipes his hands into his trousers and pulls you flush against his torso.

„This way? Was it a good feeling or a bad one?”

Ayato unconsciously holds his breath when you take your time before answering his question.

„Too good.”

You mumble, drowsy and satisfied. Your eyelids are so heavy, mind and body exhausted like never before. Ayato sighs in relief.

„Hey, Daddy is happy. You make me so happy.”

He whispers, but you can’t hear him anymore, drifting away in Ayato’s secure embrace.

Ayato was going mad with need. His dick was so painfully hard he had half the mind to fuck you in your sleep. However, something, a very weird feeling deep inside his chest didn’t allow him to wake you up when you so obviously needed your rest after probably one of the very few orgasms of your life. Most assuredly, the first one given to you by another man. He jerked himself off in the bathroom, cringing at himself and his inability to get his shit together. Suddenly, he didn’t feel like the powerful man he is, well respected in Inazuma and dignified Kamisato Ayato, but this scared youth who inherited his father’s business and was forced to man up quickly.

You are doing bad things to him. Ayato’s mind is running in circles while he stares blankly at the documents in his office. You spent the morning together. He pampered you as well as he could, and after a shared breakfast, excused himself to go and work on some business-related issues.

Thus, here he is, unable to focus; and fighting some invisible monsters in his head. A shy knock on the door makes him come back to his senses.

„Come in.”

Your head peeks into the office. There is a meek smile on your face. The one that never fails to stir passion into his crotch.

„May I, Daddy?”

The lavender angel smiles back at you fondly.

„I don’t want to be alone. I promise I won’t disturb you.”

He notices a colouring book and crayons that are pressed to your chest.

How adorable can you be? Ayato thinks Celestia themselves sent you to him, and he is not sure he deserves it. He pats his lap invitingly.

„Sit here. There is plenty of space on the desk.”

Ayato shifts the documents, making even more room for the colouring book he bought for you during one of your dates.

You tip-toe towards the desk and stand before him, hesitant.

Ayato chuckles lightly.

„No need to be shy. How many times have you sat in Daddy’s lap already?”

His eyebrows raise at the lovely blush that adores your baby face. Archons have surely been too generous presenting you to him. Ayato might be a thick-skinned man, sometimes even too vain, too conceited. Regardless, he knows better than squandering what he has been offered. He will cherish you - his biggest reward for years of solitude and trials.

His jewel in the crown that he alone put on his head.

He can allow himself to be a bit vulnerable around you. Especially when you sheepishly peer at him through half-lidded eyes, as if he held the reins of your heart. He finds himself hoping he actually does.

Ayato extends his hands, helping you to get comfortable in his lap. A low, satisfied purr makes it out of his chest when your bare thighs slide against his, hiking up the skirt as you move higher.

„Comfy?”

Words are cooed into your ear, and the lavender angel kisses your forehead.

„I love it here, on your lap.”

Ayato hears a tiny gasp when he lazily places a couple of wet kisses on the nape of your neck. He inhales your scent, the fruity shampoo that he loves so much.

„Do you?~”

Even if you are an Archon-sent being, you still feel oddly human, particularly when his long fingers dive into the supple flesh of your hips, tummy, thighs...

„Yes, Daddy, ah-m---,s’ warm, so warm”

Shit. That little whimper again. Ayato has never suspected it would come to this. What is he; going to pop a boner just from smelling your soft hair? He straightens, forehead creased.

„I’m glad. Now, Daddy must work. You can go back to colouring.”

„Yes, Daddy.”

You asked him to pick the drawing. He opted for a duck family playing near the pond. The image is cosy and so domestic. He keeps stealing glances, entranced by these tiny hands that rummage through all the different crayons you have collected so far. He can’t withhold the shivers that zip down his limbs, slowing down his brain. Paperwork does not seem like an option anymore. He hardly muddles through that pins and needles state of paralysis.

Consciously or not, your bum moves against his dick when your legs swing under the desk. During one memorable instant, Ayato cracks. His sweaty palm clutches your hip.

„Baby, what do you think you are doing?”

He rasps the question out, holding onto you tightly.

„N-nothing. Just colouring, Daddy.”

A shameless lie. What is this cheeky attitude? Ayato needs a moment to stabilise his breathing when you press harder, openly rubbing his dick with your buttocks. He pushes back, brushing that rapidly hardening dick over your peachy ass. Ayato loves your ass. So perky and squishable.

„Y-You naughty girl.”

The periwinkle haired man stutters, lifting your skirt to admire these perfect curves. Flames of need flicker in his eyes when you turn to him. Sweet Archons, waves of arousal ripple through him, building up pressure in his twitching shaft.

„Where is your underwear, Baby?”

You attempt a coy smile, but he notices your nervousness. It further cobwebs his brain with threads of lust.

„I might have forgotten, Daddy.”

You rock your bum into his dick, glancing at him gingerly as if you needed confirmation you are doing things right. Ayato’s breath is driven out of him in short order when you continue squishing his dick. The desk moves when he thrusts back. Some crayons fall to the floor.

„I’m sorry. My fault, Daddy.”

Ayato stares at you with blown-out lavender pupils. Your legs tremble visibly when you get off his lap. You then get down to your knees, right in front of him.

„Do you know what you are getting yourself into, Little One?”

Ayato warns, getting more and more uncomfortable with his dick swelling against the zip of his white slacks.

„I’m picking up crayons, Daddy.”

Yes, indeed. You picked a few and in record time dumped them back on the desk. Your clueless act only winds him up more. You crawl back to his spread thighs, placing your small hands on Ayato’s knees. Brazenly, these hands start wandering up his legs, halting by a hair’s breadth from his dick.

„Do you want-want me to stop?”

You intended to sound so confident, but your voice almost gives out mid-sentence.

„Oh, Archons. No, never.”

Ayato realizes it is all new to you, and an inexplicable feeling of pride buds in his chest. You want to please him. The idea itself, your eagerness, that chaste insecurity... It is more intoxicating than any sake he has drunk in his life.

He takes your hands into his and kisses both of them before placing them back on his crotch.

„Daddy will help you, Sweetheart. Don’t worry about a thing.”

He promises and hastily takes out his erected cock. A pearly drop of precum trickles down the girthy shaft, making your lick your lips in anticipation. It is true you have never done this. It is also true you have no idea how to fit this massive piece of meat into your small mouth. However, you won’t give up unless you finally manage to make this perfect man feel good.

„Come closer.”

You comply, feverishly eyeing the red tip that twitches time after time as if it was telling you to suck it. Ayato buries one of his hands into your hair and peers into your glossy eyes.

„Just do whatever feels right. Play with me however you want, pretty girl.”

No, that is not fair. He shouldn’t say such things. The insides of your pussy flutter urgently, craving the man and his cock.

Things escalate fast from the first mind-boggling kiss to the mushroomy tip of that deliciously-curved cock. Ayato moans, not giving a shit about keeping appearances, encouraging you to kiss him again and again. The bitter-sweet mix of cum coats your lips, and you want more, taking a greedy drag of air, which is heavy with Ayato’s exquisite flavour. Kamisato bloodline sure feels noble and elevated on your tongue.

You had no idea cock sucking could be so pleasant.

„F-Fuck, Baby!”

He watches your face change with every wanton slurp and awkward gag when you take him too deeply. You don’t listen when he tells you to be more careful, not to force yourself to swallow it all. His toes curl, and he sits bent in half for most of your virgin-blow job.

„You are sucking too hard, fuck.”

The periwinkle haired beauty hisses out, writhing on the chair when you swirl your tongue, wringing out more creamy substance in a maddeningly slow rhythm. Ayato's whole body convulses, not once but twice, when you switch to flicking your tongue over the crease in a kitten-like fashion, and then your lover bursts without any prior warning.

„Shit!”

It borders on a scream when he empties himself unexpectedly, tugging at your hair as the world before his eyes flashes in different colours.

You swallow as fast as you can, trying not to choke when spurts of thick, rich cum gush down your throat. Ayato forces you off himself, and your moth makes a lewd pop sound. You gasp for air like a strangled animal, looking down at your fingers. They are covered in gossamer liquid.

„So much of it, Daddy.”

You comment, lifting those fingers to your mouth; and hurriedly licking them clean. Meanwhile, Ayato is devastated, failing to comprehend what the hell has just happened.

„Did I do well?”

You demand praise while gulping down the remnants of Ayato’s sexual frustration.

He pulls you closer by your neck, claiming your sticky lips in a deep, thorough kiss that takes your breath away.

„I refuse to believe that was your first, you little minx.”

He picks you up from the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he carries you in what seems to be the direction of your shared bedroom. You are agitated, tipsy with self-satisfaction that buzzes all over your being.

„Oh, Daddy. You must tell me. Did you like it?”

You tease, giggling next to his ear, and Ayato grabs your bum, somewhat irked. He throws you on the bed, crawling on top of you like a beast with only one goal in mind.

„Daddy will show you. No need to fret, Pink Fairy.”

„Uh?”

Despite having just ejaculated, his shaft is still half-hard when he wetly slides down your body, forcing his way between your thighs.

He is in no mood for playing; and delves his tongue into your hole, bypassing the niceties entirely.

„Wha---, no!”

His tongue feels like a hot brand. It plunges into you as if Ayato thrived on the experience of your juices in his mouth. You are dripping wet, and your pussy starts screaming in pleasure right from the very beginning. It makes you self-conscious. Hands shoot up to his back. You mark him red, painting his skin in red lines.

You whimper in your tiny voice for him to stop, but he immobilizes you, fucking his tongue into your pussy with lunatic zeal.

Ayato is not happy about getting off before you. It is against his rules. That’s not how he wants to treat his precious little gem.

He will make you cum twice as much even if he has to tie you up and do it by force.

Luckily, it won’t be necessary. You are such a good little girl, after all.

A soundless cry is torn out of you when deep passion flutters anxiously below your navel. Unclear thoughts flow in and out of your brain as Ayato sucks an orgasm out of your swollen folds.

„Mhmm. That was so delicious, Baby. Thank you.”

Ayato hums, giving his dick a few lazy pumps to coat himself properly before he tears you open with it.

He admires his work. Your hair is in sweet disarray, pussy glistening with the mix of his spit and your climax. Body flushed and nicely prepared to be bred by Ayato’s thick cock. He did it to you. He smirks, power-drunk.

You look at him, getting all drowsy like the night before. The lavender angel won’t be letting you off the hook that easily today, though.

„Daddy?”

He angles himself, smearing the tip of his shaft all over your entrance.

„Ohhh, feels nice, doesn’t it?”

You cry out his name, forgetting to stick to the Daddy pet name rule. He chuckles, languidly pressing inside.

„Yes, Daddy will show you how much he loves you. Just you wait.”

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sunrisefairy · 3 years

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Annoying

Paring: Remus Lupin x fem!reader Warning: NSFW! MDNI 18+ unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of oral sex. If I’ve forgotten anything let me know! Summary: Remus finds the reader so annoyingly distracting. A/N: for the anon that wanted a mix of enemies to lovers and Remus losing control near the full moon. I hope I did it justice. Requests are open!

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Remus Lupin isn’t one to hate people, sure there is only a select few people that he actually likes spending time with and considers his good friends but that doesn’t mean that he dislikes everyone else, he just doesn’t have time for a lot of people, especially annoying people. And some people are just more annoying than others and most times those people don’t even realise they’re acting as such. Except for the girl who is basically in every one of his classes, you. Remus is certain you know how infuriating you are, especially when you shoot your hand up to beat Remus to answering a question or how a smile will stretch across your pretty lips when you finds out you scored higher than Remus on a test or how you always seems to giggle a little louder when you knows Remus is nearby. Remus finds it irritating how you seems to know exactly how to get on his nerves, you know precisely how to make his cheeks heat up in anger and make his blood boil and his cock hard, okay maybe you don’t realise you’re doing the last one but still. But the thing that annoys Remus the most is you don’t seem to care.

Being friends with James Potter and Sirius Black, Remus has learnt to obtain the patience of a saint. He finds no trouble in zoning out their constant chatter and ignoring their mindless bickering. However, as it gets closer to a full moon, Remus’ tolerance wears thin and the marauders quickly learnt to simmer down and be wary of Remus around a full moon, unless either one of them wanted a smack to the back of the head. As it gets closer to his transformations Remus’ senses are heightened tenfold, it’s as if he can hear every sound, smell every scent and everything he tastes is 10 times more intense.

His joints were aching more than usual last night so that combined with Peters constant snoring ensured minimal sleep which resulted in Remus being extra irritable today which would have been manageable if he didn’t have a class first thing with you. Beautiful, cute, annoying you.

Remus thought if he could just spend the lesson concentrating hard enough on the professors dull voice that you sitting in the same room as him wouldn’t be an issue, it wasn’t like he sat next to you anyway, James or Sirius always occupied the desk next to him eager to ‘share’ his notes. Expect this day was different, because Remus got little sleep last night he slept through his alarm and somehow even slept through the booming voices of the Marauders when they were getting ready this morning. Remus started off the day jumping out of bed and rushing to get ready, having no time for breakfast (which added to his already foul mood) and practically falling through the classroom door only to find his usual seat was pre-occupied by some girl Sirius was trying to woo and James was sitting next to Pete.

“Ah, Mr. Lupin. How fantastic to see you have finally decided to join us. Please find a seat so I can continue on with my lesson,” the Professor states before continuing his lifeless lesson.

Remus quickly scans the room for a free chair to rush to, he spots one in the far corner of the room but falters in his step when he notices who is seated next to the free space, you. Remus groans when he realises this was the only free chair and very obviously drags his feet before plopping down beside you, he can only hope you decided to not be annoyingly distracting today.

“How scandalous that Mr. prefect is late to class,” you whisper, chuckling when you see Remus roll his eyes, a usual reaction of his.

Remus comes to the conclusion that the best point of action is to just pretend you don’t exist, which goes according to plan until 3 quarters of the way through the lesson. The thing is, Remus hasn’t sat in such close proximity to you this close to a full moon before and he’s struggling to keep his focus on the jumble of words in front of him and not on the way you’re obnoxiously twirling your hair between your fingers. Whatever perfume you sprayed on yourself is suffocating Remus’ nostrils and he can’t get enough. Within no time Remus thoughts are straying away from his textbook to more filthy thoughts surrounding you. The main image that is burning a hole in his brain is the thought of burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent and sinking his teeth into your perfect skin, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning.

Remus manages to write 2 more messy sentences down before glancing in your direction and noticing the way your lip is pulled between your teeth and he can’t help but fantasise about biting your annoyingly pretty lips himself.

“Stop doing that,” Remus grits through his teeth as he speaks.

You meet his gaze confused, “stop doing what?”

“That!” Remus whisper yells, pointing at your lips as you once again pull your bottom lip in between your lip. “It’s distracting.”

You mumble an apology and go back to writing your notes. You’re so engrossed in reading the selected chapter you don’t even notice you’re bouncing your leg up and down rapidly until a rough hand stills your movements. You’re expecting Remus to remove his large hand once your movements stop, however to your surprise he keeps his hand resting firmly against your bare knee. Mouth agape and staring down at where Remus is touching you, the way his thumb is stroking at your skin seems innocent enough, so why is your stomach in knots?

Remus leans dangerously close to your ear, which thankfully goes unnoticed by the rest of the class given the fact the two of you are seated at the back of the room. “You are being very distracting right now bunny, it’s making me angry.”

A visible shudder runs through your body, feeling Remus’ hot breath fanning the side of your face makes your mouth dry. Remus’ low teasing voice makes you whimper immediately a heat rushes up your cheeks because even though your whimper was quiet Remus is so very close to you right now, you know he heard.

“Come with me,” Remus squeezes your knee and moves to rise from his seat.

You halt his movements by grabbing onto his bicep, “we can’t just leave, we’re in the middle of class.” Your eyes dart to the front of the room to see if your professor has witnessed Remus’ half standing and planning his escape.

“What’s life without a bit of risk bunny, now c’mon.” his tone demanding and firm. Without even a second glance Remus walks out of class, making you wonder if he’s done this before. The odds are high, given that he’s one fourth of the infamous marauders clan.

You look away from the door Remus just so carelessly walked out of and to the front of the class at your professor, he’s sitting at his desk reading over papers and very obviously trying to stay awake. The chances of him catching you are slim but that isn’t what you’re nervous about. You’re nervous about what will happen if you do make it out of the classroom unnoticed, you’re nervous about what Remus will do to you. The endless possibilities are both thrilling and exciting. There’s no way you could stay seated not when there’s a wetness pooling in your panties just from Remus’ hand on your knee.

Carefully you slip out from your seat and rush to the door, breathing a sigh of relief when you successfully make it out into the corridor. Looking around you notice the corridor is empty and there’s no sign of Remus, you begin walking down the hallway in search of the boy.

“Remus?” you’re met with nothing but silence. Just as you’re about to turn and head back to class you feel a strong arm grip yours and tug your harshly into a tiny room.

“Ooft,” your body slamming into someone’s hard chest; if only there was a light source in this closet? yes it’s definitely a closet, if only it wasn’t so dark in here you would be able to figure out who decided it a good idea to scare the shit out of you by pulling you in here with them.

“Took your fucking time,” the other person grunts, Remus you thought, you knew that voice.

“Remus, what the hell? Care to explain why your dragged me out of class and into this dark broom closet?” Although there is no light in the tiny closet you can vaguely see Remus’ outline towering over you, you gulp realising how close the both of you are standing to each other. Remus’ hot breath fans your face and you’re very aware that if you were to angle your head further upwards and stand on your tiptoes you could connects your lips. The thought itself has you shuddering.

“Couldn’t wait.” Remus replies, stepping closer, invading your personal space even more, not that you minded.

“Couldn’t wait for what?”

“Merlin you’re dumber than I thought if you don’t know.”

You scoff defensively, “I am not dumb, do I have to remind you I bet you on the last Charms essay? and on the transfigurations one so-”

The words die in your throat, Remus cutting you off by connecting your lips in a needy and desperate kiss. Immediately you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer by the hair. Remus rests his hands on your waist pulling your hips flush against his, you whimper feeling his hard cock pressing against your stomach.

Remus breaks away from your mouth and starts sucking and licking down your jaw and neck while his hands move to grope at your breasts over the top of your school shirt. “We don’t have much time before class ends.” Remus mumbles into your skin, his mouth is salivating when he breathes in deep, his nostrils filling with the sweet scent of you, it’s so intoxicating and immediately images of you are accompanying his mind, some more sinful than others. Remus wastes no time in sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of your shoulder, his cock twitching at the sound you make.

“Then you better hurry up and fuck me Remus,” you smirk, loving the way Remus groans and narrows his eyes at you. His pupils have seemingly expanded and darkened, his eyes are scanning over every inch of your face leaving you feeling vulnerable.

Your pussy has been throbbing since Remus firmly rested his hand on your leg back in the classroom and you know your panties are soaked by now with the way Remus is rutting his hips against yours but it’s not enough. It won’t be enough, not until you know what it’s like to have Remus’ skin against yours and his cock inside you but even then, you think you will always be wanting more of him.

Your hands are fumbling at Remus’ pants trying to get them unbuckled as quickly as possible, Remus understands the rush and helps you, skilfully undoing his pants and pushing them along with his boxers down his legs with only one hand, the other creeps under your shirt and rests delicately on the small of your back. Just the feeling of Remus’ skin on your back makes you melt further into him, your desire to have him fuck you hard and fast is becoming unbearable. Remus’ cock is sitting hard and angrily between your bodies, desperate for any sort of attention and Remus wishes you had more time because he would love to push you down to your knees and finally force you to shut up by pushing his cock into your sweet mouth and make you gag and choke around his length until you’re crying. But time isn’t on his side right now so instead Remus wraps his strong arms around your arse, silently signally you to jump which you do with no hesitation and lock your legs around his waist.

Remus reaches his hand down to flip your skirt up, he be damned if he couldn’t see the cunt he’s spent way to much time thinking about. Remus pull your panties to the side groaning when his fingers graze your wet dripping core, another thing he wishes he could do is to taste you. He just knows you taste sugary and sweet just like the sounds you’re making as he teases your entrance. He wants to bury his face deep in your cunt inhaling your scent while he licks and sucks until you’re screaming his name, maybe another time.

“You gotta be quiet for me kay bunny? Think you can do that?” Remus’ voice is thick with lust and a condescending tone is laced throughout it.

“You think that highly of yourself?” you retort trying to rile Remus up like you normally do, it seems to be working judging by the way Remus pinches the flesh of your arse.

Without breaking eye contact Remus lines up his cock and drags your hips down until he’s deep inside you, his balls pressed flush against your skin.

Remus isn’t sure if it’s because it’s close to the full moon but he hasn’t even started moving yet and the way the soft velvet walls of your cunt is gripping and hugging at his cock feels so intense and heavenly, he thinks he might cum right there.

Along with a lack of patience around this time of the month Remus also struggles to control himself and his urges. It takes every ounce of self-discipline in him to hold you against the rough wall of the broom closet and slowly rock his hips into yours, feeling the need to control the situation. Remus is very conscious of not gripping your hips too hard and not slamming his hips up into yours too roughly, he doesn’t want to let go mentally and hurt you.

You can tell Remus is holding back, the authoritative tone used in the classroom is vastly different to his actions right now. He’s supposed to be fucking you hard and fast and making you scream, not this.

Although the pleasure from Remus’ rocking into your cunt is great you know he can do better, can fuck you better. “Remus,” you whine, pulling his face away from your neck, forcing him to look you in the eyes. There’s clearly an internal struggle behind his eyes. “Remus, I need you to fuck me properly. I can take it, you won’t break me, promise.”

Remus does pick up the speed slightly, but you can clearly tell there’s still some hesitance on his behalf and you asking nicely didn’t seem break that. You’re desperate for Remus to let go. A smirk breaks out onto your face, an idea forming. Based on your previous interactions you know exactly how to get under Remus’ skin, what to say and do that would have him clenching his jaw in annoyance, after all it was a hobby of yours, annoying Remus Lupin. “Guess we don’t have to worry about me being quiet if you fuck like this. Pity, was kinda hoping you’d have me screaming.”

Something deep and primal in him snaps, blame it on the full moon or how you’re silently challenging him, he doesn’t care, all he cares about right now is proving you wrong, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had you trembling and shaking.

His grip on your hips tighten, nails threatening to break skin as Remus pushes your further into the wall behind you so hard for a second you think you might go tumbling right through it. You’re grateful for the material of your school top slightly soften the rough texture of the wall behind you. With no warning Remus starts slamming his hips harder and faster into yours, clearly set on making you squirm against him. Each thrust is harder than the last and his cock is poking your g-spot repeatedly. The sounds you were making were positively indecent and only fuelled Remus on. Neither of you cared that anyone walking by the broom closet could possibly hear the sound of skin slapping together or yours and Remus’ moans. None of that mattered, not when the two of you felt this good.

The vigour of Remus’ pace was unmatched and all you could do was hold on tight to Remus’ shoulders and take every powerful thrust. You were hypnotised with the feeling of Remus’ cock inside of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of his body like his fingers or tongue, would feel like when fucking you.

“Fuck Remus, so good. I-I” you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say, all your thoughts were jumbled and bouncing around in your brain, all you knew is you never wanted Remus to stop.

“You feel amazing,” Remus’ body was on fire, every inch of him alight and burning, his annoyance of how his day started was far from his mind. All he could think of was you and how you were clenching around him. He chokes out a strained sob when he hears you chanting his name in time with each rough snap of his hips, you sound both angelic and sinful at the same time, Remus’ wishes he had one of those muggle voice recording devices so he could record your whines and listen to them when he’s alone in his dorm room.

Using his free hand Remus reaches down to rub tight circles on your clit edging you closer and closer to your release. Your orgasm is fast approaching much like a freight train heading straight for you, sirens blaring but you can’t move, the pleasure is too intense and too powerful to do anything except take it.

Remus’ face is pressed back against your neck and he quickly decides it’s his favourite place to be, if someone offered him 1,000 Galleons to never bury his face in your neck, he wouldn’t take it. Remus can hear the squelching sounds of your soppy cunt as it helplessly takes his fat cock. He’s leaving sloppy kisses and hickeys wherever he can get his mouth. It’s right when Remus’ digs his teeth into your neck and bites down hard do you fall apart, your pussy clenching and spasming around him, right in this moment you’re thankful for Remus holding you up against the wall, your legs are shaking and tensing and you know if you were standing the intensity of the orgasm would have brought you to your knees. Remus’ name is the only word you seem capable of saying as the coil inside your stomach snaps and rapidly unravels as you come undone.

“Remus, Remus, Remus!”

You connect your lips with Remus’ in a lame attempt to shut yourself up, the kiss is rushed and your teeth clash together but you don’t give a fuck. Remus’ name is still spilling from your lips and into Remus’ mouth as your body begins to come down from the high.

The boy holding you up hasn’t faltered in his movements at all, determined to fuck you through your orgasm. There’s beads of sweat dripping from Remus’ forehead, his mind is whirling and thoughts of you are spiralling around his brain, he thinks he might pass out and he’s certain he does for a second when you whisper and bite his earlobe.

“Want you to cum inside me Remus, fill me up,” half a thrust later and Remus’ hips stutter and he’s spilling into your cunt groaning your name as he does so. His vision blurs around the edges before he closes his eyes and he lets out a moan so deep, primal and loud. Remus continues to rock his hips milking his own orgasm until the last drop is squeezed from his soften cock. He stills his movements but doesn’t dare pull out just yet, relishing in the warmth of your pussy and the way your hand is brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead. You rest your forehead against Remus’ sweaty one, pecking his lips, once, twice then three times.

“That was…” you drift off unable to find the right words to describe what just happened.

“Intense?” Remus offers breathlessly.

You nod, “in the best way.”

It wasn’t until you hear the sounds of students outside signalling the end of class do either of you move, Remus helping you clean yourself up. And it wasn’t until the two of you were certain the coast was clear did you exit the closet with the promise of doing that again very soon.

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕸��𝖞𝖙 𝕳𝖈'𝖘

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Title: 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖈𝖞𝖙 𝕳𝖈'𝖘

Warnings: SFW at the top, NSFW at the bottom!! Demons, religious things may be mentioned.

Pronouns: They/Them, non gender specific anatomy

Synopsis: Demon Mcyt X mortal reader hc's

Word count: 1.3k

Note: No one asked for this but if I have an idea than I need to write it <3

- This is an old draft that I have finally finished.

- Also I didn't feel like writing for Punz today, apologies.

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SFW (Safe to read)

c! Dream

- He would be hot to the touch, skin burning you almost every time you two made contact. It was hard dating him until he had finally got enough and decided to strike a deal with you, knowing it was the only way you two could live in peace.

- "Give me a part of your soul and I will be yours forever" you hadn't even thought about it until after you gave him your hand, falling unconscious at the moment he let go of you.

- You always felt a little bit emptier inside but Dream was there to fill the hole inside your soul, feeling guilty every passing moment that he stole your soul away. His deal however had meant that he was now in debt to you which therefore meant he couldn't harm you in any way, insuring he could no longer burn you.

c! Sapnap

- He was warm but he wasn't burning hot, you could touch him without getting injured which was great! His saliva tingled as it lingered on your skin however, feeling a bit spicy as it burned your skin slightly.

- Sapnap would rest his horns on you as a way of showing affection, lowering his head and bumping you with them was what he did to make you feel loved.

- It didn't work a lot though obviously since you wouldn't know, to you it just seemed like some annoying thing he was doing to get on your nerves! When he finally explains it to you is when your face drops, you feel so guilty for telling him off for it!

c! George

- He'd curl up with you on the couch or on the bed wherever the two of you are, his body heat keeping you warm during the cold. His pheromones' would also encourage you to fall asleep a lot easier, sometimes accidentally causing you to doze off during the day.

- George would sometimes go to sleep for long periods during the day just so you could stay awake longer, you two were so worried sometimes about his pheromones' but you knew you could do nothing about it.

- Your body eventually started to grow resistant to his pheromones' and you'd be able to stay awake which was fantastic for the two of you!

c! Eret

- Her as a demon? It'd be proper madness! You'd definitely be treated as either a toy or as her little pet, you'd have to obey her every command! "Darling, come here.." they'd beckon you with his long claw.

- Their nails would drag against your skin gently as the two of you cuddled and laid together, threatening to pierce your skin but never doing so.

- She bites you? Don't worry about it. It's just a way he's showing their affection, chomping onto your skin to release your blood. A way of marking you and claiming you as his.

c! Karl

- I feel like he wouldn't properly understand how humans work, gasping and being surprised when he sees your sleeping form "did you just die?" he asks you. He pokes you awake and invades you with questions.

- You do the same to him, grabbing his tail and pulling at his horns "What's these for then?" you question "That's my tail! I use it for- I don't know! Balance?" he tries to answer you.

- He's a demon. Touch starved. He'd melt in your arms as soon as you lay a finger on him, desperate to always be near you and touch you.

NSFW (Minors DNI)

Nsfw warning(s): blood mentions, temp play?, power play definitely, corruption maybe, degrading, knife (claw) play, somni, idk what other warnings to include.

c! Dream

- Hot. So hot. Everything is so hot. Dream would shudder and cry at how good your hot fleshy walls feels around his cock as he fucked your slutty hole.

- He's strong as hell, being able to just lift you up and toss you wherever he wants! He'd be the type to just pick you up and pin you against the wall (consensually).

- He'd love making out with you the most, it'd be his favorite activity to do with you apart from the actual sex.

c! Sapnap

- He's a sweetheart no doubt about it! He will take care of you and make sure you are having the absolute time of your life, being careful as to not injure you or strain you too much since he knows he can go on for a long time.

- He will only stop when you ask him to stop since he won't realize that you've been tired out, hips slamming into yours ruthlessly and without mercy until you call out to him "Sorry darling! I'll be more careful!" and then he slows down.

- You remember how I mentioned his hot saliva? Yeah, lets talk about that again. His warm wet tongue would be slithering all over you, he would be leaning over your body and slobbering and drooling like s starved man.

- His hot spit would feel weird at first, a very hot burning sensation against your soft mortal skin. It'd burn marks into you that would last only a few days, a reminder to yourself that he was yours and only yours.

c! George

- He'd let out a sweet alluring smell when the two of you would have sex, the scent messing with your head and clouding it with only thoughts of him- filling your mind and mouth with absolute garbage which made you babble "feel..so good!"

- George would indulge in somnophillia with you, (if you granted him permission to do so) pleasing your body while your subconscious was resting.

- He would whisper things in your ear as you slept, little lingering touches on your skin which made your sleeping body's mind wander into having an erotic and lewd dream about him.

c! Eret

- He'd bite you with his fangs and then lick up the blood, slurping it up like some kind of brute vampire.

- Her nails would dig into you as he held your arms above your head, their claws threatening to cut you as he ran his hands over your soft body. "It'd be so easy to just slit your throat right now, such a small fragile being.. You wouldn't be able to stop me, you wouldn't be able to do anything!" she knew how much power his words had over you.

- He would embarrass and humiliate you whenever he wanted, putting you on display and showing you off as her prize. They wouldn't hesitate to let the whole world know you're his.

c! Karl

- He'd be so curious, hands anywhere and everywhere while exploring your human body. "Oh what's this for?" he'd massage your chest "hey- don't.." you wouldn't even be able to finish your sentence as he'd start playing with your nipples.

- He would be so inexperienced with you but yet still feel so good! Karl would spread your legs and just lick away "What's this taste like? What's this liquid?" and he'd easily get addicted.

- Karl would squirm a lot when you try to touch him, you'd have to reassure him as well that you were fine and didn't mind doing this "in fact- it's a pleasure! I'd love to touch you, find out more about your body and especially it's reproductive organs.." you tell him.

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Training Wheels - One

Pairing: Dark!Step-Brother!Steve Rogers X Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your stepbrother would do anything for you. And he’s more than happy to prove that over and over and over again until you believe him. No matter what it takes.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Harassment, Smut, Manipulation, Loss of Virginity, Sex between Step-siblings, bit of a size kink,

Word Count: 3.7K

A/n: I have many parts of this planned but not written, and the taglist is open. Also, incase y’all forgot: I don’t talk politics on my blog. I’ve made it clear where I stand on certain things already and I want to keep my blog as an escape from reality for myself and others.

A/n 2: I’m fucking tired so I’ll reply to asks and stuff probably tomorrow

!!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

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“Hey, did (Y/n) get a new skirt?” At the sound of your name being mentioned, Steve snaps his head up, following his best friend’s gaze until it finally lands on you.

You’re walking across the campus courtyard towards the two of them, a smile on your face as you talk animatedly with Natasha and Wanda.

Sure enough, a new mini skirt is decorating your pretty legs. It flows with the breeze, almost getting blown up enough to see your panties.

“Jesus, that kid’s got some legs,” Bucky says, eyes roaming over your figure. Steve shoves his friend’s shoulder, giving him a hard glare.

“That’s my fucking sister you’re talking about. What would Nat think if she heard that?” Bucky rolls his eyes, grinning as his favourite redhead blows him a kiss.

“God, what I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around my head.” You shudder in disgust, yelping as a hard hand comes down on your ass.

“Hey!” You exclaim, turning around and covering your butt while looking at the man.

“C’mon sweetheart. What’d you expect when you’re dressed like that?”

Steve’s on his feet, rushing over to you as you glare at your assailant.

“Maybe some fucking decency?! Leave me alone! I’m not a fucking object, dick-wad.”

“Rumlow!” Upon hearing your step-brother’s voice, Rumlow takes a step back.

“C’mon Rogers! There’s no harm in playful flirting. You of all people should know that.” Steve glares at him, his arm coming protectively over your shoulders, pulling you against his side and further away from the man.

“Yeah, but there’s shit wrong with touching people when they don’t want to be fucking touched.” Brock rolls his eyes and saunters away, shooting you a wink over his shoulder.

“I had it handled,” you grumble, walking with Steve’s arm over your shoulders towards the tree where he and Bucky were sitting.

“Yeah, really looked like it. A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You roll your eyes and glare up at your step-brother.

“How do you expect me to defend myself if you jump in all the time?”

He shakes his head, a soft look on his face that has you dropping your guard for a moment.

“As long as I’m around, you shouldn’t have to defend yourself. That’s what I’m here for. I’m always gonna have your back, bunny. No matter what.” You smile at him, your heart warming at his words before Nat gets your attention.

You sit down next to her, Steve next to you with his arm still over your shoulders.

You and Wanda are quickly engaged in another conversation and Steve finds himself staring at you, a small smile on your face.

“You’re drooling, Steve,” Nat whispers, toes nudging his thigh. He glances over at the redhead and flips her off.

“C’mon. We should get going. I wanna beat the rush.” You nod at Steve, grabbing your bag and bidding your friends goodbye.

Bucky gives Steve a knowing look and the blond glares at his friend.

The two of you make your way to the parking lot together, him asking you about your day and you launching into a detailed description of everything you did.

As you’re heading to his car you pass by Brock and his group of friends. You quiet down immediately, slouching in on yourself.

Steve glares at the guys, his arm coming protectively around your waist as they ogle you.

You let out a big breath when you’re sitting in Steve’s car, groaning at the fact that you were harassed today.

“Why are guys stupid?” You ask, looking over at your step-brother as he starts driving.

“I wish I knew. You just gotta get lucky and find someone who’s mature and has respect for women, not a douchebag like Rumlow.” You nod, kicking your shoes off and putting your feet up on the dashboard.

“Hey, feet down.” You look over at him and stick your tongue out, keeping your feet up and wiggling your toes.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna make me?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and then one of his hands is on your thigh, squeezing the flesh hard and making you squirm, laughter bubbling out of you.

“Stop!” He doesn’t. If anything, it spurs him on and he tickles your thigh more.

“Feet down!” He shouts playfully, loving the sound of your laughter.

“Okay fine!” You finally pull your feet down and he smiles, fingers splaying on your bare thigh. He keeps his hand there for the rest of the drive, blood slowly moving south as he realizes what he's doing and the fact that you haven’t said anything about it.

It feels nice to have his hand on you. You hate that you like it but you do.

When you finally get home, your mom and his dad are pulling out of the driveway.

Steve rolls down his window and you unbuckle your seatbelt, climbing over his lap to stick your head out the window. Steve hits the brakes harder than intended and you fall forward, one hand bracing yourself on his thigh while your skirt flies up, your ass on full display.

“Jesus, Steve. You trying to kill me?” You ask before turning to the window.

“Where are you guys going?” You ask, confused. Your mom raises her eyebrows. “We’ve only been talking about our trip to Vegas for the past four months! We talked about it this morning too!” Realization hits you and you giggle. “Sorry! I hope you guys have fun! But not too much fun. One step-sibling is enough, I don’t need any more.” Steve’s dad laughs, shaking his head at you.

“You kids behave. Don’t throw any parties or anything. The neighbours know we’re gone so if you do anything we’ll know.”

“I don’t have enough friends to throw a party anyway. And Steve is a social outcast so you don’t need to worry about him.” Your mother gives you a look and you raise your eyebrows innocently.

“Be nice to your brother. We’ve gotta get going before we miss our flight. But I’ll talk to you when we land."

They start pulling away again and you stick your head further out the window, kneeling between Steve’s legs as he grabs your waist.

“He’s my Stepbrother!”

They drive off, your mom waving until they’re out of sight, and you sigh, climbing back into the car and looking at Steve.

His hands are still on your waist and he’s got a soft look in his eyes.

“Steve?” He hums, clenching his jaw as you shift on his lap to get comfortable, your thighs spreading as you straddle him.

“Do you think your dad’s gonna get my mom pregnant?” He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“God no. I don’t even wanna think about that but even if they... you know... my dad got a vasectomy a while ago.” You nod, hands on his shoulders as you purse your lips.

His eyes are focused so intently on them that he doesn’t notice when you open the door.

“First person inside picks dinner! Loser has to pay!” You jump out of the car and sprint inside, leaving Steve stunned and horny in his car.

~*~

The two of you sit on the couch watching movies, Steve with his arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“Hey Steve... can I ask you something?” He looks over at you, nodding and waiting for you to ask whatever’s on your mind.

“Is... do... does...” You groan, shaking your head, beyond embarrassed with yourself.

“C’mon bunny. You can ask me anything and I won’t judge you. You know that.” One of his hands comes to your knee, rubbing gently.

You nod, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Do guys actually prefer when a girl is experienced? Does it... does it matter to them?” Whatever he thought you were going to ask... it certainly wasn’t this.

He raises his eyebrows and blows a breath out through his mouth.

“Some guys, yeah. I mean, it puts a lot of pressure on them to make sure your first time is good. Which is hard cause each girl cums differently and finds different things good so it’s hard to tell. Some guys like virgins but I think a lot like it if they aren’t a girl’s first just so they don’t have to live up to whatever expectations she may have.” He’s being honest with you and you value that, but it doesn’t exactly make you feel better about your situation.

You sit up and turn to him fully, a frown on your face.

“How do I find someone who’s willing to be my first so I can get it out of the way?” He inhales deeply, trying to take advantage of the situation in a way that won’t clue you into his true intentions. He wants you, but he wants you to think that he’s just helping you.

“You’ve gotta find someone you trust to do something like that, bunny. Someone who’s gonna be gentle with you because it’s gonna hurt a bit.” You frown, scooting closer and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Where am I supposed to find someone who’s gonna be gentle with me like that? The only guys who even look at me are gross guys like Brock and I don't want someone like him to touch me.”

He brings one hand up to your head, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“I mean... I think I could find someone who would be willing to help you out. Show you the ropes just so you’re not totally inexperienced,” he murmurs, eyes focused on you as you look up at him slowly.

“Who?” His eyes flash down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you inhale sharply, realizing what he’s implying.

He doesn’t give you a second to object before he leans down and presses his lips against yours, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your parted lips and lets his tongue explore your mouth.

It takes a moment but you give in, kissing him back. One of your hands finds his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands.

He shifts onto his side for a moment, hand grabbing your waist and pulling you forward until you’re straddling his lap.

The ball is in your court and you know you should stop but it feels so right. It’s something so unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you wanna see where it will go. How it’ll feel to be touched by a man.

You finally pull away, panting hard with your eyes closed.

His hands grip your hips tightly and rock you forward, making you gasp as his hard length rubs against you through the material of your sweatpants.

“Steve wait,” you murmur, head falling back as he attacks your neck with kisses.

“Lemme teach you, Bunny. I’ll take good care of you, show you how it feels to be fucked properly. Please. I don’t wanna see you getting hurt by a guy who doesn’t care about your feelings. I’ll treat you so nice, Bunny, I swear.” His sweet words and the way he feels underneath you is enough to have you nodding.

He grins, one hand wrapping around your back as he quickly flips you onto your back. You gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull you tight against him.

He grinds against you for a moment longer before slowly pressing kisses down your neck and chest. He pulls away for a moment, just long enough to tear your shirt clean off your body, your bra following soon after.

His mouth kisses your breasts, giving each nipple far more attention than you thought he would. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, lips parted and heavy breaths falling from your mouth as a new type of pleasure builds inside of you.

“You like that?” He asks, eyes dark as he gazes up at you. You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he uses his thumb and index finger to tweak at your other nipple.

“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back and pushing your chest against his face. His kisses slowly move further down your body, lips leaving a wet trail over your stomach and past your navel.

His eyes are locked on yours as his fingers tug at the waistband of your sweatpants.

You raise your hips without hesitation, nervous but excited.

He’s your step-brother, and it’s wrong, but he’s so sweet to you. If there was one person on the planet who you trust to take your virginity and teach you about sex it’s him.

Your eyes fall closed, partly out of embarrassment as he lays between your naked legs, eyes on your centre.

He hoists your legs over his shoulders and, after making sure you’re eyes are closed, grabs your discarded panties and presses them to his nose. He takes a long inhale and groans, intoxicated by the scent of you.

He tucks them into his pocket then reaches over your hips.

His thumbs spread your folds and you want to close your legs, but he makes it impossible. His tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit.

The sensation makes you jolt and Steve chuckles softly.

“Tell me what you like, Bunny. It won’t offend me. I wanna make you feel good.” You nod, grinding your teeth together and trying to clear the thoughts from your mind and focus on what he’s doing.

He finds your clit surprisingly easily, and you moan when he focuses his tongue on it.

“J-just like that... please...” He complies, working his tongue over the little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers slowly press into your heat.

You groan at the feeling, it being unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His fingers fill you up more than ever, and he works them inside of you until he hits a spot that has you jolting up, right hand grabbing a handful of his hair.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwed shut as he massages that spot inside of you.

It’s all too much, and in a few moments, you’re cumming all over his face and his fingers.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Oh my god.” Steve’s eyes find your face and he nearly cums in his pants.

The look of pure pleasure on your features is something he wishes he could take a picture of.

You look so fucking pretty when you cum.

He gently works you through your orgasm, pulling away only when your thighs start trembling. You open your eyes after a few more moments only to find him seated between your legs, pink lips glistening as he sucks your nectar off of his fingers.

“Holy fuck,” you repeat, one hand coming to your chest as you slowly catch your breath.

He chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“C’mon. M’gonna fuck you on a bed, not on a couch.” He scoops you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms tightly wound around his neck as he carries you up the stairs to his bedroom.

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but it feels so good and you trust him so much.

You’re carefully laid on your back on his bed, the blankets cool against your hot skin. Steve kneels between your legs, hands resting on your hips while his eyes devour this image.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest, feeling nervous about being naked beneath him, but he shakes his head and gently takes your hands.

“Don’t hide from me, Bunny. You’re beautiful. Any man who gets to see you like this... is a fucking lucky one.” His eyes trace over your body, his words having lit a fire in his gut.

No other man is ever going to see you like this. He’ll make sure of that.

“C-can you take your clothes off? Please? I feel...” you trail off, embarrassed of both your nudity and your request.

“Of course, Bunny.” He leans back on his haunches and pulls his shirt over his head, giving you a glorious view of his rippling muscles.

Your stepbrother has an amazing body. That much you learned the very first time he took his shirt off to go swimming with you.

He climbs off the bed for a moment, just long enough to kick off his sweatpants and his boxers, and then he’s between your legs again.

You inhale sharply when your eyes find his cock, fear and arousal filling you.

“A-am I... do you want me to...” Your eyes don’t leave his length and he chuckles, one of his hands moving down to slowly stroke himself.

“I just want you to lay back and feel good, okay? It’s gonna hurt a bit, but you gotta relax. I’ll go slow.” You nod, hands instinctively coming to his shoulders as he scoots closer.

“If you’re really curious, I’ll teach you how to give head another day. But today is all about this.” The hot tip presses against your folds and you jump, wide eyes staring up at your step-brother.

“Now, when anyone else ever fucks you, make sure they wear a condom. But for your first time, I want you to get the full experience. It’ll feel better for you this way.” You nod, gripping his strong shoulders tightly as he leans down, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your torso.

He slides his cock through your folds, watching intently as your eyelids drop and your mouth falls open.

“Feels nice, Bunny? Nice and warm?” You nod, a whimper falling from your lips as his cock rubs against your swollen clit.

He pulls back after a moment more to align himself, then slowly pushes his cock into you.

Your face scrunches up in pain and he stops immediately, pulling back and leaning down until his face is above your heat.

You hear him spit a moment before you feel the liquid splatter against you. He does it a few times and you feel slightly mortified.

“Don’t be shy, Bunny. I just gotta make sure you’re nice and wet. It’ll stop it from hurting as much.” You nod, keeping your eyes closed as he hovers over you again.

This time when he pushes in it doesn’t hurt nearly as much.

He pushes in slowly, his eyes focused on your face as he meets the band of resistance he was waiting for. He slowly pushes further, frowning when you wince and inhale sharply.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has to.

When he’s finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a big breath.

“Look, Bunny.” You open your eyes and follow his gaze down to where the two of you are connected, your pussy fluttering around him at the sight.

He’s fully sheathed inside of you, and your lower abdomen bulges slightly because of it.

“You’ve got all of my big cock in you. Your pretty pussy is taking me like a champ.” You stare down at where his cock disappears inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips when he pulls out a few inches, only to push it right back in.

“Once I start moving it’ll feel better. Whenever you’re ready, let me know.” You nod, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of fulness. It’s like you’re finally getting something you didn’t know you needed.

He feels so hot and heavy inside of you, you want to keep him exactly where he is forever.

After a few more moments of adjusting to the intrusion, you open your eyes and lift one hand to cup his jaw.

His eyes snap to yours, a soft admiration clouding his beautiful blues.

You pucker your lips and he smiles, dropping his head and pressing a soft kiss to your lips while slowly starting to thrust.

His pace is slow and steady, pulling out nearly all the way then slowly pushing back in, each thrust stretching your walls further than the last.

“Fuck... you’re so fucking tight... feel so good, bunny.” Your nails dig into his shoulders as he gradually speeds up, each drag against your walls bringing you a type of pleasure you’ve only dreamed of.

“S-steve... feels... feels nice... so big...” You’re hardly making any sense but you speak anyway, toes curling as he speeds up even more.

His lips find your throat and you whine loudly, nails raking down his back.

“M’gonna go harder and faster, okay Bunny? You ready?” You nod, mouth dropping open as he hammers his hips forward, cock hitting places inside of you that make you see stars.

The noises coming from you nearly have him cumming hard, but he grinds his teeth together. He’s determined to make you cum first.

One of his hands darts between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it.

Your back arches hard, chest pressed tight against his as your eyes roll back into your head, an orgasm racing down your spine and exploding in your stomach.

Every nerve in your body is on fire, stars dance behind your eyes, and your cunt clamps down hard on Steve's cock.

The blond groans lowly, eyes squeezed shut as he falls into his own climax.

He fills you, white painting your walls and warming you from the inside.

The two of you stay like that, you trembling on the bed and Steve slowly starting to shake above you as his muscles threaten to give out.

After a moment he rolls onto his side, pulling you close to him to keep his cock locked inside of you.

His fingers trace along your spine, rubbing up and down so gently that it nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Fucking hell, bunny.” He presses his lips against your forehead, beyond satisfied with what just happened. You hum softly, nuzzling deeper against his chest.

He kicks the blankets up until they’re around his knees then pulls them up to cover the two of you.

You’re snuggled up against him, one of your legs tossed over his hip as his cock sits nice and snug inside of you.

“Thank you, Steve.” He’s quiet for a moment before hugging you tightly.

“Anything for you, Bunny.”

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𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)

𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.

this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section

It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.

“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.

Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.

As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.

With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.

Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.

“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.

“Fuck, it’s locked.”

“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”

You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.

A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.

He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.

Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.

"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"

He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.

“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."

"I—"

"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."

You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."

He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.

"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."

"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."

You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.

"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"

You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.

“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”

He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.

“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.

“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.

“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”

“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.

“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”

This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.

When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”

“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.

“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”

He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.

“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”

"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"

"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”

Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.

“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”

Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.

As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”

He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.

“Huh?�� he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.

“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.

“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.

“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”

“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”

“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”

But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.

Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.

He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”

You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.

You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.

He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”

But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.

“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”

It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.

He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.

A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.

He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.

"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.

But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.

You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.

A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."

"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.

"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.

"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."

"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.

"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.

"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.

"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.

The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.

He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”

You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.

“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”

He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.

“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”

He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”

“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”

One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.

“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”

You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.

Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”

“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”

“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.

And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”

With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”

Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”

You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.

“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”

Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.

He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”

#jan (the edukators) x reader #jan x reader #lol that's not broad at all #jan weingartner x reader #thanks chris for that handy name for him #dark!jan weingartner x reader

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕

summary ─ you were a trouble. you were a walking sin. that was okay, though. james knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

pairing ─ dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ DARK FIC, smut, +18, slight dub con, explicit murder scene, major character death, rough sex, mean!bucky, degradition, name calling, alcohol consumption, pussy slapping, shitty smut lol, bucky is stuck up on morality (?) aka he doesn't like when women show some skin off because he thinks it's wrong, mentions of rape (didn't happen), biblical references??

a/n ─ hellooo! this is one of those rare times where i write dark fic lmao, this is my entry for @bitchassbucky 's 2K writing challenge. my prompt is "if you're reading this, i'm dead." with criminals au. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, thank you so much! <333

explicit murder scene starts after the * mark.

You were too close.

The guy’s hands were way too close you. His eyes were roaming all over your body like a hungry panther; he was waiting for the right moment to attack and feed on you, and the worst thing was you were letting him look.

It was not okay in James’ book. You shouldn’t have been doing that, shouldn’t have flaunted your body the way you did: A dress that was too short and showed your legs more than it should and its cleavage was too deep, even from his seat, which was at the far end of the bar, he could almost see your nipples, and then you had these high heels. They were thin heels, very high, that made your feet look elegant but at the same time sinful. They were putting the attention to your legs.

James tilted his head just a little bit to his side as he watched you.

You were laughing freely, loudly, and throwing your head back. You were revealing your neck like that, this time drawing the attention to your almost bare chest. Sometimes you touched the person who made you laugh; a gentle caress on their arm, or a light grab on their shoulder… You didn’t know what kind of effect you had on them; the men shivered every time you touched their arms or shoulders. They were getting hungrier, James could tell. Their eyes were roaming all over your body even more, they were black, almost, and they kept licking their lips as if to stop themselves from drooling.

He shook his head in disappointment. Some men were really weak, he thought as he watched one of the guys adjusting their pants because they became tight with the sight of you.

You were a trouble.

You were a walking sin.

That was okay, though. James knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

──

James approached you slowly. He did not want to frighten you or give you the wrong vibe. He handled with the other guys at the bathroom when they visited it to empty their bladders. He could talk to you without being interrupted, now. Although he probably had twenty or so minutes before the guys were discovered by some other patrons in the bar, so he had to charm you in a short amount of time and had to convince you to join him for the night.

He was in a cleansing mood.

So, he ordered a soda. He didn’t drink on nights when he was working, and he had plans for you and preferred to stay fully sober. The bartender put the drink in front of him silently and went back to drying the glasses. James took a sip, watching you with the corner of his eyes.

“Lovely dress,” he murmured gently, his eyes on the bartender. “You look like summer in the middle of a stormy night.” He turned his head to you; his blue eyes were intense as they took your shocked but pleased face in. You ducked your head.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but he heard you anyway. He was surprised that you were playing the innocent card. You were far from being innocent, he could tell. He only needed to take one look, and he knew right away. Maybe that was how your way. Maybe that was how you lured your preys in. James smiled despite his chain of thoughts.

“You’re very welcome,” he nodded, and then turned his body to you. “I’m James,” he extended his hand. He didn’t mind you knowing his name; you were going to be cleaned at the end of the night anyway. You smiled.

“Y/N,” you said, gently shaking his hand. James almost hummed loudly at the touch of your soft skin against his. His hands were rough, their texture wasn’t soft anymore, but yours were. They were soft. He liked that. It was nice to feel soft things against his own skin every once in a while. “You look tired,” you murmured after two beats of silence. James barely kept his smile soft and contained the twitch of his lips which threatened to form his smile into a smirk.

You were desperate.

The only thing he needed to do was to show you some affection, pour out some sweet words and now, you were desperate to talk to him more.

“I am,” James responded with a neutral voice, but he was mindful to add some sort of a sigh at the end. “Not so much, but I am.” He sent you an equally tired smile that matched up with his story. You gave him a soft look before inching your chair towards his. You were unaware of stepping into a very feral wolf’s den.

──

It wasn’t a hard work for him, to keep you talking and drinking while he was charming and maybe seducing you all along.

You were a little tipsy as he walked up to you anyway, James just made sure that you kept drinking. You were doing every single thing that was wrong in his book; the cleansing he’d be doing tonight with your help was going to be a good one.

“What brought you here?” You asked him. You weren’t slurring yet, and honestly, James didn’t want you that drunk, so after you were finished with the glass you had, he was going to stop you. As much as he liked seeing you indulge yourself into the sins like this, because it was going to make his cleansing better, he wanted you to enjoy yourself on your last moments.

James shrugged. “Just passing by, to be honest,” he murmured. It wasn’t a lie. He was passing by. He would be leaving this small town in the morning, most likely 6AM sharp. “How about you, sweetheart?” He asked. His head cocked to his side, eyes teasingly narrowed and lips stretched into a dangerous smirk. He was a handsome man, James knew that, and he liked to use it to his own advantage in these kinds of things.

“I’m going home,” you said. “It’s a long way, though, so I’m just spending the night here.” You sent him a small smile and finished the last drop of your drink. Just when you lifted your hand to ask for more, James placed his hand over the glass.

“I think it’s enough for the night, don’t you think?” He murmured, and then he stood up and moved closer to you. “Besides it would ruin the fun if you were to get too intoxicated.” James saw your eyes getting heavier with a hazy look, saw your chest stop moving and heard the hitch in your breath.

“What fun?” You asked. James let his lips form into a smirk, this time.

“If you join me for the night, I think you can find out,” he whispered, leaning in just a little. You whimpered softly. You were turned on; you were desperate for him, for what he could give you, what he could make you feel. It should have felt empowering, but it didn’t. It made him feel disgusted.

“Alright,” you agreed easily.

Wrong. This was wrong, what you were doing. Wrong. You shouldn’t have agreed to spend a night with a stranger this easily. You shouldn’t have been let that stranger seduce you like this, but you were naïve. You were desperate.

So, James smirked. He held out his arm and walked out of the bar with your arm looped into his.

──

James wasn’t a big fan of having sex. He knew he could go without having it, and he had, once. It wasn’t hard, abstaining himself from sex or any sort of psychical contact with anyone. It was very easy, actually, but it wasn’t worth it. He’d stop by one of the towns he was passing by, have a wild night and relieve himself and then he’d move on.

He called them cleansing.

He’d find a woman, watch them and try to decide if they were worthy of his cleansing nights. If they were, James would take them back to his motel room. He’d have his sex, give them pleasure, make them take whatever he gave them, and when he was free of his sins, he’d get rid of them.

Tonight was his cleansing day, and you were his vessel.

─

“Fuck!” You moaned as James slammed you back against his motel room door. His mouth was assaulting your neck, your bare chest, all the skin you showed to those men and made them lose their control, James left his mark.

His hands were under your dress. They were running along your soft skin, along length of your legs, and he grabbed your ass beneath the skirt to haul you up. With a soft moan you held tightly onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you let him carry you to the bed. His lips were stroking yours so perfectly, you couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmured against your lips as he laid you on the bed. He was on fours between your legs, your dress skirt bunched and ankles looped behind his thick thighs. “You like having some touching you like this.” He trailed a finger gentle from your ankle to your hips, digging his nails lightly. You sighed.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, I love it.” James hummed. His fingers grabbed a hold of your flimsy panties, ripping them off with a flick of his fingers. You gasped, but it was so hot to watch, you couldn’t say anything. James discarded the ripped material. He hummed once again as he swiped his fingers through your core, causing you to buck your hips towards his touch.

“So wet…” He whispered. “You’re turned on, hm?” You nodded, desperately biting your lip to contain the sounds you wanted to let out. James pulled on your dress. “Take this off,” he ordered, a dangerous growl in his voice. You shuddered and scrambled to obey him. Quickly sliding the straps of the dress, you slid out of it in a blink. You threw the dress on one of the chairs in the room and settled under him again with a sigh.

James was right about almost being able to see your nipples because you weren’t wearing anything to cover them underneath that dress. He growled. You were so careless with your body, he realized. You never thought about what might happen to it before you threw it towards someone that could charm you with handful of words.

James wanted to laugh: You were so fucking easy.

Licking his lips, he ran his hands all over the now-available naked skin. It was very soft to touch, warm and smooth. It felt nice under his fingertips. James wanted to dig his nails and draw some blood just to ruin the perfect smoothness of your skin. He wanted to mark it, wanted to destroy its beauty so that no one would want to touch it ever again.

“Mm,” he heard you hum. Ignoring your writhing, James continued to stroke the warm skin beneath him. James sighed. “James…” You breathed, eyes closed and mouth open.

“What is it?” James asked. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You wiggled and writhed under him again. He could see that you were shying away from him for some reason, and he was intended to find out why. “Mm? Tell me. What is it?” You bit your lip, watched his eyes darken with the smallest action.

“I, um,” you whispered. “Can you be rough with me?” You asked gently. James narrowed his eyes. They were filled with amusement.

“You wan’ me to rough you up, love? Hm?” He leaned in and grabbed your face in his palm, squeezing your jaw, he pulled it towards his. He nudged your nose with his own softly. “You wan’ my bruises all over your body? Wan’ me to mark you up?” You were nodding excitedly; head bobbing up and down, eyes glimmering with anticipation, James thought you were adorable. He chuckled darkly. “Use your words,” he commanded with a low, rough voice.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly and whimpered. “Yes, I want your marks!” James hummed. It was a content, happy sound.

“Good, baby,” he whispered and flipped your over in a blink. He pulled your hips up as he placed a hand on your face and buried it into the bedding, almost constricting your breathing. You groaned throatily. “This what you wanted, yeah?” He leaned in until his lips were next to your ear. “You gonna get it.”

Briefly pulling away, James took off his clothes and laid them on the chair all folded. He climbed up on the bed, took his position between your thighs and pressed his groin against yours. Your dripping core felt warm and slick against his hard on. He closed his eyes and grunted lightly at the feeling, hips moving slightly. You wiggled your hips, pressed your ass back at him and coated his erection with your slick. James groaned. His hands were quick to find your hips and grabbing them tightly.

“You do not move unless I tell you so,” he snarled. His hand released your ass cheek and slapped it harshly, making the flesh jiggle. “You are to follow my orders,” he snarled again as he slapped the other cheek. You whimpered. “You disobey, and I’ll make sure you’re in pain.” He quickly gave you a slap right on your clit, making you shout into the bedding. “You hear?” You nodded.

“Yes, yes, I hear,” you whined. “’m sorry. I’ll follow your orders, sorry,” you mumbled, tears gathering in your eyes. James smiled.

“Good girl,” he whispered. The hand that was still resting on your ass sneaked its way up into your hair, and he yanked it harshly. You cried out. Your hands grabbed his thick thighs as something to hold on when he pulled your body flushed against his. “The sounds you make,” he snarled. He released his hold on your hair. “Grab the condom. It’s in the drawer.” James pointed the one on your left, and you leaned to get it.

After he put on the condom, he cornered and caged you on the bed, under him. You were breathing heavily, he could see how wet you were and how warm your body had become. “I’m gonna be rough,” he warned you. “I’m gonna degrade you, slap you, pull your fucking hair and I will not stop, y’hear me?” You nodded. That was exactly what you wanted from him. “Yell as loud as you want. Let’em know I’m making you feel so good.” He kissed you on the lips once and slid inside of you in one thrust.

You groaned loudly as your eyes rolled back. They way he filled you was so fucking perfect, you felt yourself tear up. Your hands were holding onto his biceps, nails digging softly as James started thrusting without missing a beat.

The pace he set up was hard and almost punishing. All the rage and tension in his body was loaded into his thrusts, making your body jolt up and down every single time his hips kissed yours. The sound of skin-slapping-skin was almost too loud, but James closed his eyes as he listened to it. His hands were grabbing your thighs tight enough to leave bruises in its wake, nails digging hard enough to draw some blood. James growled.

“So good,” he murmured to himself as he once again flipped you onto your stomach. He watched the jiggle of your ass with his each thrust, watched how perfect it was and warm it made him feel. It sent tingles all over his body. Pulling at your hips, he positioned you half-sitting on his lap, half-lying onto your stomach. He was hitting and reaching deeper with each movement of his cock, he knew it. Your screams of pleasure were letting him know. “Hmm, damn…” He groped your breasts. Pinching the soft, loose flesh, he pulled at your nipples.

“James!” You moaned, but you were slurring. James grinned devilishly. He sneaked his hand from your breast to your pussy and slapped it. Your hips twitched, and he slapped it again. Your walls were rippling around him like mad, James was loving it. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit. Tears were freely rolling down on your cheeks, but they were pleasant ones.

“Yeah?” James hissed. “You feelin’ good, slut? Hm? Tell me.” He listened to your litany of ‘yeses’ and moans and whimpers. He dug his nails on your breasts, digging them deep and dragging them down roughly. You shouted. James could feel the trickle of blood on his fingertips, and he chuckled darkly.

“We are just starting, dove,” he whispered into your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat.

****

James watched you as you dozed on and off. You were sprawled onto the bed, starfishing, and had a dopey smile on your face. You were so beautifully blessed out, James felt proud. His eyes roamed all the marks and bruises he left on your gorgeous body: Bite marks, handprints, nails… They looked incredible.

“Damn,” he heard you whisper. You giggled. You sounded drunk, but it wasn’t because of the booze you consumed earlier, it was all sex. “This was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” you said, grinning. James just hummed. Lifting himself on his strong legs, he walked over to his small bag. He opened it.

His clip point bowie knife was winking at him cheekily in his bag, and James smiled. He grabbed it gently. Fingertips running over the sharp and smooth edge of it, James sighed. This knife had served him so well over the years, it became his lucky charm and his go-to. Tonight, it was going to serve him once more.

“Are you still there?” You murmured, head lifting tiredly. “Or have I been talkin’ to myself all alon’?” You chuckled.

“’m here,” James whispered. You hummed, head falling onto the pillow. He walked over to your tired and used body. Your eyes were closed, but you had a happy smile on your face. James stroked your cheek as he mounted you.

“Mmm,” you protested lightly. “You wore me out. Can’t go again.”

“I don’t want you to,” James whispered, licking his lips hungrily. His pupils dilated with the anticipation. His hand moved to your hair from your cheek and he stroked it, too. You purred. James grinned. He looked like a mad man with a grin like that, he was aware, but this was his favorite moment.

He fisted his hand into your hair, yanking you half-upright. Without letting you understand what was happening, he ran the knife along your throat. A clean, deep cut. He heard your gurgled breath, watched the blood pouring out.

James smiled at your half shocked and half blessed face as he watched the blood pouring out of your body and pet your hair all the while. He could feel the relief filling his body already. He sighed deeply, relishing the feeling.

He loved his cleansing nights.

He loved watching them fading out.

It was why he was created.

──

Another body was found exactly a month later after the last one.

Despite the undisturbed look in general, he could see couple bruises peeking under the clothing that wrapped her body innocently. Rogers knew what he was going to find when he dug a little deeper. He knew how all the bruises the killer left behind was going to look like. He also knew that the forensics was going to say she was most likely got raped, but it wasn’t true.

Rogers had been working on this killer’s case for some time, now. He had seen cases of his killings enough to know that he cared about consent. The bruises, damage on genital parts on the bodies were all asked for. Rogers felt like he knew the killer like a best friend with how much personality to put into his… craft.

He would watch them first, seized his options. That was how he’d choose his next victim, most of the time. Then, he’d approach them, make small talk maybe, and charm them right away. It was a funny and humiliating fact that they had no visuals about the killer; no one seemed to saw his face, or remembered it. Rogers figured he must at least have a decent enough face to charm the women the way he did. Then, he’d take them to one of the rooms in the motel nearby. He’d get his pleasure, satisfy himself, and then. Then, he’d get to work.

This one, the body in front of him, was definitely his work.

The scene Rogers was facing was weirdly peaceful. It was by a lake with lots of willow trees surrounding it. It was almost 5AM in the morning; the cool breeze of the night was even sharper now. There was no noise, only owls making soft cooing sounds. The darkness of the sky was the darkest before the sun peeked through its black curtains.

However, Rogers was not there for the scenery. Not that kind, at least.

She was standing by one of the willow trees. Her body was positioned in such way that it looked like she was just leaning against the tree and watching the view in front of her. It might have looked normal, like nothing was wrong if she was wearing a coat or something, but she wasn’t. The white dress she had on was beautiful. It was simple, no designs or anything. The dress had long sleeves; the fabric was covering her chest up to her neck/shoulder joint and the skirt part of it was reaching to her ankles. She had matching flats on her feet. The skirt was only allowing Rogers to have very small peek of her skin.

Her hair looked clean when he came closer. It was up in a half-braid, thrown over her right shoulder. Her hands were clasped in front of her in a submissive way, her fingers were laced together. She had an also white, silk scarf covering her neck. Simple silver earrings were put, she looked really beautiful.

Her face, however, was the creepiest part.

It looked almost alive; she had a serene look on her face, a faint smile on her lips and the look in her eyes were soft. She really looked like she was watching the view, but she was dead. Her skin looked undisturbed, but Rogers knew that if he were to rip the dress off, he’d find her genital organs all mangled. He would also find all the bruises that this elegant dress was perfectly covering up.

“Same guy?” Wilson asked as he approached Rogers. He nodded. His blue eyes were inspecting the girl’s body carefully. “These poor girls,” Wilson sighed. “What is he trying to do, I don’t get it.”

Rogers knew what he was trying to do.

“He’s stopping them from sinning ever again,” he murmured as he eyed the note where the killer pinned the note. It was sitting right over her heart innocently, an elegant hand writing was smiling at him gently on the cream-colored paper. One sentence was striking, but he could see more things were written on the small paper. It was that one sentence that was haunting him in his nightmares. Rogers counted exactly seven drops of blood on the paper. One of the drops was darker than the other: It was the third one.

“Does that mean anything?” Wilson frowned. He was new to this case, so he didn’t know the meanings of the small details the killer loved to leave behind.

“Yeah. Seven drops. Seven deadly sins. Third drop is darker than the others which indicate which sin she had died from.”

“Which is?”

As he answered Wilson, Rogers sighed deeply.

“Lust.”

𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳...

#bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes blurbs #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #serialkiller!bucky #welcome to highway 63 #dark fic #fade out

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goldengoddess · 3 years

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kaz & reader are sensitive to touch

request: Hii love! I absolutely loved your work and I was wondering if I could request Kaz x reader who is also sensitive to touch? And they took their time with each other and slowly got more comfortable touching one another and when they finally do, they realize just how touch starved they both are? If not you can of course ignore this but thanks anyway <3

a/n: this was actually sorta sweet,,,, i hope u like it as well! let me know if anyone sees any problem with how i handled both touch aversion scenarios

warnings: touch aversion ig or trauma related to that

you and kaz were a match made in heaven

or made in hell

depending on how you looked at it

for your own reasons, like kaz, you were also sensitive to touch

or more accurately touch sends you both into a really bad headspace

but this didn’t stop you two from falling really helplessly in love

kaz was your person and you were his

the two of you took your time with each other

practicing the right words to say

the right time to be vulnerable

seeing what fit and what didn’t

but ultimately, you and kaz fit

there was always this need between the two of you

internal conflict

wanting, needing, the touch but not being able to get there

so the touches were small

and over the course of many months

squeezing each others hands right before a job

a little good luck neither of you needed to utter aloud

poking each other in the cheek to call the others attention

“angel, you have the squishiest cheeks” he said the first time, in awe

kaz liked putting his hand on the small of your back

you weren’t sure if it was for your sake or his own

slowly the touches became more confident

less like an internal war every time

and more like a natural instinct

touches with kaz became habitual

for the both of you

you both knew what it was like to have your trauma downplayed

to have it written off as preference or annoyance

the two of you had talked about cuddling before

what it would look like

when the two of you would be ready

laying there in each other’s arms just for the sake of laying there

felt like another leap of vulnerable scary faith

this leap came one day after a particularly horrible heist job

nothing had gone the way you wanted it to

you were sulking, making your way up to kaz’s room

looking at your hands

running through the events of the night in your head

and fighting the urge to burst into tears right there

when you made it to kaz’s room you found him sitting on the bed reading a book

he looked up when you entered and his face went soft at your expression

you let out a choked sob, holding yourself

kaz opened his arms in a welcoming gesture

and you raced across the room into his embrace

you straddled his lap, your arms around his neck

and his around your shoulders, rubbing your back in a comforting pattern

“i’ve got you angel, just breathe.”

your cries quieted faster than you expected

and you breathed into the crook of kaz’s neck

part of your brain was telling you to run

to save yourself

but another part of you

was so happy

you felt a comfort that you hadn’t felt in such a long time

like this moment and this position was exactly what you had been itching for

like you finally filled a gap in your heart

and you knew kaz was feeling the same thing

you knew by the way his grip on your tightened every time you thought of moving away for his sake

“this feels nice” you mumbled into his skin

he shuddered but nodded his head

the two of you had stayed silent

maybe you were worried that if you spoke anything else you would break the spell of this moment

“i,” kaz started before closing his mouth

“yeah?”

“i didn’t know how much i needed this” he whispered so lowly you almost missed it

you leaned back so you were looking at his face

your hands still around each other

you thought about something nina had mentioned to you the other day in passing

“touch starved” you mumbled, going back to your previous position

kaz waited for you to go on

“it’s when you’ve gone so long without being touched that your body craves it, like starving for food”

he drew little circles on your back

“then we should do this more often”

the years of working up to this point had been worth it for the happiness that you felt bubbling in your chest

#Kaz Brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows #six of crows imagine #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone #grisha #Grishaverse #matthias helvar #nina zenik #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #inej ghafa

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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So I’m obsessed with the idea of cow shigaraki don’t ask me why lmaoo anyways shigaraki was always an asshole to everyone ( everyone tries to take him seriously but his cute little ears makes it hard) shigaraki hasn’t gotten out of his room for days and everyone kind of got worried but forced the reader to check it since shigaraki was a littel bit decent to them ( everyone knows shigaraki has a crush on the reader but of course the reader is lowkey dumb to notice) to there surprise the reader finds shigaraki humping his pillow while sniffing the readers sweater or panties that he “ borrowed” and moaning readers name, it turns out our little cow shiggy here has his heat not to mention little drops of milk are coming out of his pink nipples, shigaraki notices the reader and just starts crying and whining and begging the reader ti help him out because he’s in so much pain and can’t get off ( the reader does have a heart and helps him out but it’s not gonna be that easy since the reader does want to tease him a bit but soon gives him what he wants) a fluff ending because why not

This lives rent free honestly loll anyways add any kinks u want sweetheart

COMMISSIONS

BRO I JUST REALIZED WE REACHED OVER 100 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH

PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE FAN ART FOR THIS

If you want to use interactive fics, it's easy and makes reading fics SO much better. First, you download the Google Chrome extension. You'll see it in the top right corner of your screen. Next, you enter your name in the first box. If you want to change something other than y/n, please click on the text that says “want to change something other than y/n?” here, you can change any word you want to a different word. When I talk about your quirk I will use y/q

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Warnings: Hand job, blow job, thigh fucking, normal fucking, mommy kink, this time Shiggy is making milk for y/n, pillow humping, heat, boobies lol, bad words, he has cow ears and tail because that’s fucking adorable, he cums like... a lot.

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I know what everyone is thinking, and I pinky promise that Shigaraki does not moo in this, so don't worry. I did read a fic like this and everyone turned it into like a “cursed fanfic” because the mooing weirded them out, but the only thing that really bothered me is that it was non-con (non-consensual [rape]). I will never ever ever EVER EVER EVER write non-con. Never.

Ok, I am on a fucking roll with the mommy kink, so here we go 😌

Anon your ideas make me write for literal hours cause I get so excited and I write for “20 minutes” that turns into four hours that turns into getting half of your requests done in less than a week. If anyone reading this can draw, I demand art of cow Shigaraki. This reminds me of Shigamothie (my guilty pleasure)

However, the way he looks in my head isn't drawn out, and um, I can’t draw 😃

I FOUND SOME UHIUHINIJMIOANIONSJIND

“Y/n, it's been days. Go check on him, ” Dabi said.

“Why don't you go do it?” you asked.

“Because he’ll fucking dust me, ” he responded.

“And? He would dust me too, ” you said.

“Y/n, first of all, that's impossible because of your quirk, ” Dabi said, “and second, everyone knows Shiggy has a crush on you. Well, everyone but you,”

“He does not, ” you scoffed.

“I'll bet everyone dinner for the next three nights that he does. But you have to go up there and ask him, ” Spinner said.

“Fuck, ” you muttered, “fine! Fine, I'll go, ”

You trudged up the stairs, sighing when you got to his room.

You knocked but there was no response.

“Risking my job so those assholes can eat, ” you muttered.

To your dismay the door was unlocked and you walked in.

“Hey, this is a dumb question, but-” you cut off, “Shigaraki are-are you ok?”

He was curled up on the bed in fetal position, naked with a pillow between his legs, humping it desperately. He didn't seem to notice you yet.

‘Is that my sweater?’ you thought.

You put a hand oh his shoulder, “Shigaraki? Are you ok?” you asked again.

He shook his head, moaning, “need you y/n, ” he gasped, “need you, please. It hurts. It hurts so bad please y/n, ”

You bit your lip, scratching behind his ears as he moaned desperately.

“I can't. I-I can't get myself off, ” he sobbed, “it doesn't w-work. I need you y/n I need to be inside of you I-”

He let out a strangled yelp as white liquid shot out of both his cock and his erect pink nipples. You knew he had cow ears and a tail, but you never thought he’d actually make milk. You knelt by the bed and sucked experimentally, enjoying the taste of his warm milk.

“Mmm, ” you hummed, drinking more.

“Y-y/n don't. It feels too good when you do that I can't-” he cried, spilling another load onto the poor pillow.

You giggled, “i didn't know you went into heat. It's kinda cute, ” you said, brushing sweaty matted hair out of his face.

He hid his face in your sweater again, just for you to pull him to face you once more.

“Mommy, ” he whispered, “I need you. Please, mommy, ”

You kissed his forehead, “mommy, huh? Y’know you're really not that scary, Shiggy. The ears and tail don't help either, ”

He whined, blushing, “please mommy?”

He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes that you couldn't resist.

You sighed, “fine. But only if you answer my question, ”

He nodded, “anything, mommy. I’ll do anything, ”

You took a deep breath before asking, “do you have a crush on me? ”

“Wh-what? ” he stuttered before blowing another load with a groan.

“I asked you if you have a crush on me,” you repeated.

He couldn't hide it from you. He couldn't even hide it from himself.

“Yes, ” he groaned, “yes, I have a fucking crush on you. Please fuck me y/n, ”

“Say please again, baby. I love it when you beg,” you said, kissing him.

He froze as you pressed your lips to his. Shigaraki looked up at you with wide eyes. That was his first kiss, and he got to share it with you.

“Please, ” he whispered, “please fuck me y/n, ”

You ran your hand up and down the back of his thigh, stopping to squeeze his butt gently. You took his nipple in your mouth again, drinking more of his milk before kissing him again. This time he returned your affection. You took away the pillow, and he started whining, practically crying at the lack of stimulation. He was already a mess. There was really no need for teasing, but you couldn't help yourself. You tapped the tip of his cock with your pointer finger, watching as he moaned and tried to buck into it.

“So sensitive, ” you said, pulling your hand away, “I think we’re gonna have some fun Shiggy, ”

He nodded, “mommy, please, please touch me, ”

You couldn't deny him any longer. He was practically crying. He’d been so touch-starved for years it wasn't just about how badly he needed to cum it was about how badly he needed not only to be touched but to touch someone else. He hadn't given or received a hug since he was a kid, and even now, he couldn't if he wanted to. Until you joined.

Your first quirk was impressive, but the fact that you had a secondary quirk to cancel out his had to be fate. He decided that very day that you were his soulmate. You were the one he could do all that cheesy romance stuff he’d seen during movie nights when it was Toga’s turn. You were his from the moment he saw you.

“I’ll touch you baby boy, don't worry, ” you said, taking off your shirt.

He stared at your chest as you unclipped your bra. He reached for your boob, seemingly to play with it in his hands but instead pulled you towards his mouth. He sucked harshly, groping your other tit. You groaned as he pinched and twisted your left nipple and sucked on your right one. You weren't even on the bed yet, still knelt beside it. You pushed him away and climbed on top of him, laying him flat on his back.

“You're so rough with mommy, sweetie. You have absolutely no power in this position, no matter how much you'd like to deny it. Now I wonder, ” you said, reaching between his legs, “does this little cow moo?”

You jerked his cock harshly, causing Shigaraki to let out a loud moan.

You whispered in his ear, “It looks like the answer is yes, ”

You kissed his cute little ear, still getting him off with your hands. He came again, painting your hand with cum, but he still wasn't satisfied. You took his nipple in your mouth once again, sucking warm milk from him. He was shuddering and thrashing around on the bed once again, falling apart from the lack of stimulation to his dick.

“Mommy, need inside. Please mommy please, ” he begged.

“Be patient, Shigaraki, ” you said, caressing his cheek, “I'm taking you every way I know how, ”

You crawled down the bed, letting your left hand trail down his body, pinching and twisting his nipple again. You smeared the milk that oozed out over it. When you finally settled between his legs, you took your time admiring and practically worshipping his thighs. You kneaded the flesh in your hands, kissing, licking, and biting them, thrilled you were finally able to get your hands on them. You’d always had a thing for his thighs, not sure why.

When you finally started moving upwards he begged you shamelessly.

“Please put your mouth on my cock, mommy, ” he whined, “please, I'll be good. I’ll be a good boy for you mommy, ”

You bit and kissed his inner thighs more, traveling as high as you could while still ignoring his oozing cock. You had to dig your nails into his thighs to keep Shigaraki from closing them. You finally brushed your lips against his balls, and Shigaraki almost came right then and there. You licked long stripes up his dick, pausing to let your tongue tickle the head. He was holding back now, trying to last so he could feel your mouth for just a little longer. You sucked on the head of his cock, impressed by his willpower and even more excited to break him down.

You took him into your mouth and hollowed your cheek, not caring about the tears streaming down your face or how you gagged whenever you moved your mouth. He pulled you up until your breathing steadied.

“Dont hurt yourself, mommy, ” he said.

He pet your hair as you were still only halfway down his cock. He was so sweet to you, such a good boy. You rolled his balls in one hand, wrapping the other around what he wouldn't allow your mouth to cover, and sucked harshly on what you could. He was starting to break down, finally letting go in your mouth. He came with another strangled cry. If you were honest, his cum tasted awful thanks to his poor diet, but luckily, you knew exactly how to get rid of the taste.

“As much as I love milking your cock, baby, I think there's something else that needs milking too, ” you said.

You brought your head to his chest once again gulping down milk.

You pulled away “you need to est better sweetie. I’ll cook for you from now on, ”

He looked like he was about to object, so you captured his lips in a sweet kiss, letting him know how happy you were that he was here with you and how excited you were to take care of him. You had used your mouth and hands which only left one option, your cunt. Or so he thought.

“Kneel for me by the end of the bed, Shigaraki, ” you said.

He did as he was told, “you can call me Tomura, ” he said.

“Such a pretty name, ” you praised, “now put your cock between my thighs,”

You had lifted your legs as best you could, counting on him to support you the rest of the way.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“I want you to fuck my thighs, ” you explained, “and if you try to slip inside of me, I'm not fucking you properly until tomorrow and you can suffer for the rest of today, ”

He frowned. That was no fair, but he wasn't going to disobey you. He had promised to be a good boy. So he took off your pants and lined himself up with your thighs, moaning as he slid in between them.

“ go ahead, baby boy, make yourself feel good, Tomura” you said.

He nodded, beginning to thrust into your thighs. He had your legs draped over his shoulders and was dangerously close to your aching cunt. He was whimpering the entire time, desperate to finish so he could get inside of you. Feel how warm and wet you were. Letting you squeeze him and milk his cock, how he’d play with your tits as you moaned beneath him. That's all it took for the head of his dick to peek out from between your thighs and paint you with his cum.

“Baby, you did such a good job for mommy, ” you praised him, “fuck me, Tomura, you deserve it, ”

He reached into the drawer of his nightstand, but you stopped him.

“I'm on the pill. You don't need a condom, ” you said.

He shook his head and rifled through the drawer before pulling out a cock ring, sliding it on.

“Wanna make mommy feel good too, ” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, “wanna last so mommy can cum with me, ”

You squeezed him tight, kissing the top of his head.

“You're so sweet, baby, ” you said.

He pulled down your panties, lining himself up, and hovering over you.

“Tell me if it hurts, ” he said.

You nodded, and he pushed in slowly, stretching you, but you didn't want him to stop. Once he was entirely inside you, he stopped. He tried to commit the feeling of you to memory. He began thrusting slowly, focusing all his energy on making you feel good. He reached down to rub your clit, causing you to moan out his name. He tried every angle to try and find the spot you liked. When your back arched and you moaned out, ‘right, there baby,’ he knew he’d found his mark. He kept thrusting, speeding up, watching you come undone. You grabbed his hair, arched your back into his chest, and didn't try to hide your desperate moans.

“Tomura, I'm close, ” you said, pressing his forehead to yours.

He nodded and kept going, whining and whimpering. You groaned, starting to reach your limit. You started grinding against him, chasing your high desperately. You came with a high-pitched whine, juices coating his cock.

“That's it, mommy, please cum on my cock. I love making you feel good, mommy I-, ” he was cut off by his orgasm, crying out to you.

He collapsed on top of you, cum oozing out of your hole.

“Will you go out on a date with me?” he whispered.

You laughed, “yes, of course I'll go out on a date with you, Tomura”

“Thank you, mommy, ” he whispered.

The door swung open.

“Y/n are you dead or-, ” Dabi grinned, “we’re eating good tonight, guys!” he called downstairs, closing the door as everyone cheered.

“Spinner made me go ask if you had a crush on me. I said no, but then he offered to get us all dinner for three nights, ” you explained, “plus you actually liked me back, which in my opinion is much better than anything he could have offered, ”

He chuckled, “I'll have to thank him. You're not getting out of this bed until dinner y/n, hope you know that, ”

#tomura fluff #tomura smut #tenko smut #tomura x reader #mha tomura #tomura imagine #shigaraki tenko #tomura shiragaki #tomurashigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader

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soft--dragon · 3 years

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You'll Smile Again

Word Count: 2,699

Warnings: Beginnings of a panic attack, anxiety, and facial dysmorphia mention (stay safe guys <3)

All interactions are platonic, don't you dare start shipping

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

It was going to be a bad day.

Ranboo knew the second he woke up, it was gonna be bad. His head was swimming and his body felt numb and cold despite the blankets thrown over him. The silence was suffocating, too loud and too quiet at the same time. He curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his middle tightly. It somewhat helped his building nausea, but it was fruitless in an attempt to recreate the feeling of a comforting hug. One sounded nice round about now.

He dreaded the idea of having to get up and being forced to look at a reflective surface, so he stayed on the couch, curled tight and wishing he could fall back asleep and wake up tomorrow. Sleeping away the day until he felt like he could stand and wouldn't keel over. Unfortunately, his mind was far too aware of the morning light streaming through the windows and the hunger rumbling through his stomach. Ranboo let out a pained sound, squeezing his eyes shut and shoved down the need to cry.

It was fine. It was fine. He...he was fine…he...

He wanted Tubbo.

Ranboo swallowed back a sob and blindly scrabbled at the cushions for his phone. His Luca wallpaper greeted him in a painful sear of light. He squeezed his eyes shut against the brightness and quickly opened his phone with his finger print. His contact list had come up before he realized what he was doing, clicking on Tubbo’s name and soon enough, the dialing sound met his ear. Instead of hearing the ringtone through their shared home like he was used to, it remained horribly quiet.

“Boo?” Tubbo’s voice suddenly came through the speaker. “Hey, I was about to call you actually, I was thinking about the vlog Tommy’s wanting to do and I wanted to get your opinions on some stuff-”

“Tubbo- w-where are you?”

There was a long pause on the other line, Ranboo’s slightly keyed up voice catching the older boy’s attention immediately.

“On my way to Nottingham big man...remember?”

Ranboo’s heart sank and he wanted to kick himself for being such an idiot. Tubbo had warned him last night he was leaving early in the morning, saying he may be gone by the time Ranboo woke up. “O-Oh...right…”

There was a rustling noise, no doubt Tubbo sitting up in his seat. “Are you okay? Do you need me to come back?”

“N-No, no” Ranboo quickly replied, wishing he’d had enough sense to think before calling his best friend, now he was inconveniencing him with his stupid problems. He squeezed his eyes shut and released a breath before attempting to speak again. “I’m okay- and anyway, Tommy’s been planning this meet up for weeks, he’d be gutted if you cancelled, he spent so much time making your schedules line up, and you’re probably already there-”

“Ranboo.”

Tubbo’s firm, unwavering voice made Ranboo’s ramblings catch in his throat, he shut his mouth with a sharp click of his jaw, hand gripping the phone shaking slightly.

“Y-Yeah?” He mumbled.

Tubbo sighed, worried but fond. “You know I’d drop anything to make sure you’re okay, right? And Tommy would understand, he knows about your anxiety and facial dysmorphia.”

The need to cry returned hard and fast, Ranboo just managed to catch himself before releasing a whine. “I’ll be okay Tubbo,” he whispered, “promise, I’m...I just need to…”

He was silent for too long, Tubbo waiting worriedly on the other side. “Boo?”

“Don’t cancel on Tommy, I’ll just take a rest day” Ranboo answered, fighting to keep his voice level. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Ran-”

“Toby.”

The use of Tubbo’s real name made the older teen fall silent. Ranboo practically never said it.

“I said I’ll be okay.” Ranboo knew it was ironic to say that while on the verge of breaking down but he couldn’t do this to Tubbo, not today. “Just go enjoy your time with Tommy, alright? I’ll be fine.”

Tubbo was quiet. It made Ranboo’s stomach roll uncomfortably the longer the silence stretched out. Then there was a sigh.

“The second you feel worse, I want you to call me. And I don’t care-” Tubbo cut him off before he could even protest, “-if you’re worried about disrupting me, call me, got it?”

How on earth Tubbo could be a chaotic gremlin to a sincere steady presence on the go was still a mystery to the tall teen. Ranboo let out a long, shuddering sigh as he pressed himself close to the couch.

“Okay” he agreed quietly.

“Okay” Tubbo repeated, quiet and kind. “Do you want me to stay on the call for a bit boss man?”

His thoughts immediately hissed at him, heart clenching at the thought of Tubbo having to listen to his pathetic whining-

“Ranboo.”

Tubbo’s voice cut through the haze of his toxic thoughts like a knife, yanking him back to the present. He had to clear his throat, shaking himself to properly answer. “Y-Yeah?”

“Did you hear me?”

Ranboo hugged his middle tighter with his free arm and hummed non committedly.

Tubbo softened his voice again. “I can stay if you want me to, I’m still half an hour from Nottingham.”

Ranboo squeezed his eyes shut. “Please?”

Tubbo immediately started talking, switching the subject to something more light hearted, a story about the time he hung out with Tommy and Wilbur. It got a few smiles and even a soft laugh out of Ranboo which Tubbo silently counted as a victory. He kept up the stream of chatter, allowing Ranboo to relax further and further into the couch, the tight constrictions in his chest easing up a bit. Tubbo never ran out of stories to tell, keeping his voice quiet but not without the same level of excitement that kept Ranboo immersed. He could almost pretend Tubbo was sitting on the floor beside the couch like he always did when Ranboo was having a bad day, keeping his mind distracted and heart light.

It seemed cruel when Ranboo faintly heard a whistle blow in the background of Tubbo’s end.

“Oh, I’m here” Tubbo’s voice was surprised.

Ranboo’s stomach rolled at his words, brow creasing as he knew that meant Tubbo had to leave. Still, he steeled his voice and tried to sound as calm as possible. “Better go then huh?”

Tubbo made a soft noise. “It’s not too late to cancel you know? I can still come home Boo, I don’t mind.”

Ranboo wanted to say yes, he wanted to say yes but he couldn’t do that. No. He refused to let himself ruin this meet up when Tommy and Tubbo seemed so excited to plan it out. “I’ll be fine.”

Tubbo didn’t sound convinced. “You sure?”

Ranboo huffed an exasperatedly fond laugh. “Yeah, I’ll be good Tubs.”

It was quiet again, dragging out until Tubbo sighed heavily. “Alright, I’ll stop hover parenting, just remember what I said okay?”

“I’ll call you” Ranboo murmured.

“You better” Tubbo growled but it wasn’t mean, instead sounding protective. “I mean it boo.”

Ranboo let a small smile lift his lips. “I know you do, I promise.”

There was more shuffling then Tubbo sighed, grumbling about a bag being too heavy or something. “Okay good, I am gonna be texting you to check in just so you know, and I’ll call later if you feel up to it. Um, I’ll let my parents know it’s a bad day and not bother you unless you text them- wait they’re out, so is Lani and Teagan, okay uh- Rocky is home, you need a hug, get him, he’s good at comforting people-”

Ranboo chuckled despite himself. “What was that about not hover parenting anymore?”

“Oh shut up” Tubbo laughed, only making Ranboo’s grin widen. “I’m just looking out for one of my best mates.”

It was how easily he said it that made Ranboo feel warm from the platonic affection. “I know...thank you.”

There was a fond huff. “Anytime at all Ranboo.”

After another moment of silence, Ranboo sighed with a small smile. “Go, the gremlin child is waiting.”

“Yeah yeah, I know, I’ll talk to you later Boo, try not to let your head mess with you too bad, okay?”

“I can try.”

“Love you.”

Ranboo smiled, his heart warming at the words. “Love you too.”

The call ended, blanketing the warm room in a cold silence again. Ranboo dragged a hand over his face with a deep sigh. Tubbo really was good at making him feel better-

His stomach growled.

Ah right, breakfast was a thing.

Ranboo pointedly ignored looking at anything that could show him his face. Tubbo had managed to yank him out and over the hurdle this morning, so he was determined not to let the boy’s efforts go to waste. He grabbed what he needed from the kitchen before retreating back to the couch and crashing onto the plush surface. He had meant to stay and do work on his new video for YouTube and plan out a new stream idea, but with his current state, he decided to take on that rest day he promised Tubbo. He threw on Luca, finding it was quickly becoming one of his comfort films and chewed slowly on his breakfast, wrapped up in the blanket again and becoming one with the couch. He tried to ignore the quiet loneliness despite the film, he was used to hearing chaotic laughter and batshit ramblings throughout the house. He shoved down the need to call Tubbo, he was fine. He...he didn’t need his friend... not yet at least.

He could handle being alone for a few hours.

Luca and Alberto were testing out their Vespa when an old, grouchy meow came through the house. Ranboo lifted his head from where he was now lying on the couch to see Rocky, Tubbo’s family cat, sauntering over.

“Hey Rocks” Ranboo smiled at the feline.

With a greeting “mrrp”, Rocky leapt gracefully onto the couch, stepping onto his chest and immediately slammed his face directly into Ranboo’s. It startled a laugh from the teen as the cat continued to smudge against him happily, purrs rumbling from his throat. He had avoided touching his face that morning the best he could, the sudden affection towards it was surprising, but not unwelcome.

“Hi buhud” Ranboo tried to lean away but Rocky persisted, clearly attention starved after not seeing anyone for a few hours. His whiskers skimmed across Ranboo’s cheeks softly, making him giggle and try to turn his head away. However, Rocky was determined to give Ranboo affection and instead rubbed under his jaw, his ginger fur dragging under his chin.

“Ohoho noho- Rohocks!” Ranboo squealed, quickly turning his head down to keep his chin pressed to his chest, trying to block the cat from brushing against the area.

Rocky gave a happy meow and pressed his forehead into Ranboo’s own, purring deeply now that he had access to his full face again. Ranboo giggled quietly, basking in the affection.The soft fur and loving touches on his face was comforting in its own way. It also tickled a bit, he didn’t even know his face was ticklish but apparently Rocky seemed determined to show him it was.

“Rohocky h-hahang ohon” Ranboo squeaked as the cat rubbed against his cheek, his whiskers just tracing his ear and nose. He melted further into the couch, the light sensations made him want to squirm but he couldn’t move without jostling Rocky, and the last thing he wanted to do was upset the cat. His hands were confined to the inside of the blanket, making him unable to fend off the ticklish touches even if he wanted to. He simply lay there, shifting his head around a little but enjoying the affection nonetheless. It was a nice change from the cold loneliness that had settled over the room before.

Eventually, Rocky seemed satisfied with his work on Ranboo’s face and brought his head back, not without giving Ranboo’s nose a small lick. It made Ranboo snort, grinning up at the ginger cat that almost looked smug.

“You done?” Ranboo chuckled.

Rocky meowed, probably saying ‘yes’, then moved down Ranboo’s torso, sitting on his stomach. He sniffed the blanket then started pawing at it, rearranging the folds carefully. Unfortunately, with where he was sitting, Rocky was massaging into Ranboo’s stomach and ribs gently.

It caused the teen to melt into the cushions, pressing his cheek into the back of the couch and giggling wildly into the plush material. “Nohoho Rohocks- ehehehehe!”

Rocky dug his claws softly into Ranboo’s side, massaging his sides in a kneading motion. Ranboo squeezed his eyes shut, happy giggles spilling free. Laughing felt so nice after wallowing in misery for the whole day, the tickling soft and while unintentional, was still nice.

Ranboo suddenly squealed, curling in on himself slightly as one of Rocky’s paws lightly brushed over his lower belly. The cat paused, ears flicking as Ranboo broke into a fit of breathy titters. He then purred and focused on his lower belly, taking the laughter for a sound of joy.

Ranboo managed to wrench a hand free of the blankets, pressing it to the back of his mouth to muffle his squeaky giggles. “Rohohockehehey! Ohoho gohohosh- whihihiy?”

The cat only responded with a pleased meow, shifting his paws to the sides of Ranboo’s stomach. Ranboo’s hand suddenly dropped from his pink cheeks to gently cup Rocky’s back in an attempt to bear the sensations. His plan was flawed however, as Rocky turned his head and rubbed his cheek against Ranboo’s thumb, his whiskers dragging over the back of it and making Ranboo squeak in laughter. All the while, still kneading the blanket.

“Noho- cohohome ohohon Rohohocks-” Ranboo whined but his soft laughter was happy and Rocky seemed to understand that as he purred gaily.

Rocky’s paws went to knead at his lower ribs, slow and methodical and keeping Ranboo in a state of giggly hysteria. He squirmed lightly from the sensations, trying not to jostle Rocky too much. He was surprised at his own resolve to stay still, the most extreme reaction so far being lightly kicking his feet when Rocky stayed in a sensitive area for too long. Rocky was almost too good at pulling reactions from him though, listening to when he giggled quietly or loudly, what made him move more and what made him melt. It wasn’t long before Rocky was keeping his pawing at the middle of his stomach, slow and gentle, keeping Ranboo laughing softly, not uncontrollably.

A few minutes of the gentle massaging made Ranboo sleepy and warm, relaxing into the touch and releasing breathy giggles. He still craved a hug, he’d ask Tubbo when he got back, but Rocky’s repetitive, and slightly ticklish touch had soothed him into a blissful peace. It was so much better than the toxic battle in his head that kept him feeling weighed down. Cats were pog, what more needed to be said?

Rocky then slowed to a stop, sniffing at Ranboo’s hoodie for a moment before nuzzling the material adoringly. The feline waddled back up Ranboo’s chest and lay down, tucking his paws underneath his body. He then lowered his head and shoved it underneath Ranboo’s chin, purring happily. Ranboo giggled as the cat’s whiskers brushed across his neck and jaw again, finding himself relaxing into the affectionate touch easily. Tubbo was right, Rocky was good at comforting people. He owed the cat a lot of treats and hours of cuddles.

He gently pressed his chin into Rocky’s head affectionately. “Thanks Rocks” he murmured.

The feline gave a quiet ‘mrrp’, making Ranboo giggle again. He let his eyes slip closed, melting into the couch and sighing in contentment. The audio of Luca, and Rocky’s rhythmic purring made his drowsiness catch up to him, his sleep schedule was gonna be messed up tonight but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt lighter than he had that morning, and Rocky was warm and grounding, made him feel loved.

Ranboo fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#my fanfic #fanfic #lee!ranboo #ler!rocky #that's a tag now #ranboo #rocky #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #mcyt #dsmp

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Day 125: Accidental Bonding (Part One)

When Harry woke up, his head was pounding and his heart was racing, he thought he might vomit. He staggered over to the floo to firecall in to work.

Robards answered, "Junior Auror Potter, good morning."

"Hello, sir," he said before his stomach heaved and he had to turn away and take a few deep breaths to steady himself. "I need to call in sick, sir. I think I've got a virus."

"What are your symptoms?" he asked curiously.

"Really bad headache, it feels like my eyes are going to pop out of my head; elevated pulse; and nausea."

His brow furrowed, "Who was your training partner yesterday?"

"Malfoy, sir," he said, his gut twisting uncomfortably.

"Where did you go?"

"Excuse me-" he broke off and held up a hand, turning away from the fireplace to try to get his bearings as his stomach tried to eject itself through his esophagus. After a moment he turned back, "We were sent to that old antique shop, sir," he said as quickly as he could manage.

"You're going to need to go to St. Mungo's."

"I don't-"

"That's not a request, Potter. Go there now and I'll be sending Junior Auror Malfoy right along."

"But-" Harry started.

"No buts, Malfoy called in with the same symptoms and I'm not taking any chances," and without another word he ended their connection.

With a sigh and one more longing look at his bed, Harry headed to St. Mungos.

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They ended up putting Malfoy in the same room as him since they were there at the Ministry's behest and with the same symptoms. Harry tried not to look at him, imagining that getting irritated would only worsen his ever growing headache. Malfoy must have felt the same because he was less annoying that usual.

Healer Kenner, a stern looking woman who reminded Harry very much of Professor McGonagall, ran diagnostic test after diagnostic test and then finally said, "Well, you're bonded."

"What?" Harry yelped.

Malfoy groaned, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Language, Auror Malfoy," she tsked.

"Apologies."

With a short nod, she continued, "The good news is that most of your discomfort can be alleviate by simple physical contact."

"And the bad news?" Harry asked wryly.

"There's nothing we can do to break the bond."

"What?" Malfoy spat.

"Surely, there's something-" Harry started.

She shook her head, "I'm afraid not. But it's not permanent," Healer Kenner added. "It'll only last a month."

"A month?!" Harry asked incredulously.

"Well it's certainly better than forever," Malfoy snarked, rubbing his hands over his face.

Harry wondered if Malfoy's head hurt as much as his did. He certainly hoped so.

But before he could say anything, Healer Kenner raised her wand and cast a spell the dragged their beds across the floor to the other. "Hold hands," she instructed.

He crossed his arms over his chest and Malfoy let out a pitiful groan.

"The sooner you do it, the sooner you'll start to feel better," she chided. "Just be glad that this particular bond only wants prolonged physical contact."

Harry shuddered, he'd heard the stories about some of the more archaic bonds.

"Oh, for Circe's sake," Malfoy grumbled as he reached across the space between them and clasped Harry's forearm in his hand.

A sense of relief hit immediately, Harry groaned as a weight lifted off his chest and the headache started receding.

"It will be faster if you both actively participate."

At this point, as the waves of relief were rolling through him, Harry was willing to do anything. He flipped over his hand, offering it to Malfoy.

The other man slid his hand down Harry's arm, as though he was afraid to break contact with him, and clasped Harry's hand in his.

She was right, his world seemed to right itself as they sat there holding hands and he let his head drop back against the bed as he took full, deep breaths for what felt like the first time in ages.

"How long do we have before it starts to feel like that again?" Malfoy asked, which Harry could admit was a good question.

She hummed, "I'd say two hours maximum before the discomfort starts affecting the way you function." After a short pause, Healer Kenner added, "You're going to probably want to spend nights together."

"Can't we just see each other in the morning?" Malfoy asked.

And Harry couldn't help but agree, "This wasn't that bad," he added. "And now that we know-"

She shook her head, "Now that your bodies are acknowledging the bond, the effects will set in quicker."

"Great," Harry grumbled. "Just bloody fantastic."

This day just kept going from bad to worse. He had no idea how he was going to tell everyone that he had an accidental bonding with Draco sodding Malfoy.

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They argued about whose house to stay in overnight and finally decided to flip a coin for it. Draco won.

And that was how Harry found himself standing with a duffel bag outside of a surprisingly cute little house, knocking and waiting to be let in.

"Potter," Malfoy greeted as he opened the door to let him in.

And Harry wondered if he was feeling the bond tugging at his skin, too, if the bond was making his gut clench and making him feel irritable and like there was something crawling under his skin. "Can I-?" he started through gritted teeth, reaching a hand toward Malfoy but stopping a few inches away.

Malfoy nodded and closed the distance between them.

The moment he touched the other man his body sagged with relief, swaying back against the doorway.

After a moment, Malfoy released his hand and gestured toward the rest of his house, "Come in," he said. "It's nothing fancy," Malfoy said, "But it's home and it's not something that my family owned."

Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of that statement, so he just focused on looking around the house as Malfoy gave him the tour. Malfoy was right, it wasn't anything fancy but it was surprisingly cozy. It was nothing like Harry had expected; he'd imagined black leather and green decor, dark and broody. But the house was the opposite, the closest anything got to Slytherin green was the sea form green accents in the bathroom. "You have a nice house," Harry said.

"You needn't sound surprised," Malfoy said with a sniff, "I have excellent taste," he added as he opened the door to the bedroom.

The bedroom had pale blue walls and cream bedding, the dresser and wardrobe were both a dark wood that Harry couldn't identify. All in all, it was a nice room, very relaxing.

"You can use this drawer," Malfoy said, flicking his wand at the second drawer to open it, "And I cleared a space for you in the closet."

"Err, thanks," Harry said.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't mention it. I know it's hard for you to believe but I can actually be considerate when the mood strikes."

Before Harry could reply, Malfoy left the room, calling over his shoulder, "I'm making salmon and rice for dinner. If you don't like it you can make something for yourself."

This wasn't quite what he'd expected, Malfoy wasn't quite what he expected, he thought as he put his clothes away. Maybe Malfoy wasn't who Harry thought he was.

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Nope. Malfoy was precisely who Harry thought he was. The two of them had spent the entire night arguing about literally everything: about using coasters (when they were wizards and removing water stains was no big deal), about which clothes Harry should have hung or left folded, about the proper way to do the dishes, about their friends and the kind of people they were, and dozens of other things that made Harry want to tear his hair out.

They were still bickering when they went to bed because Malfoy had the nerve to critique the way Harry brushed his teeth and to demand that Harry wash his face before he get into bed.

"I'm not letting the oil in your skin damage my pillowcases!"

"My skin doesn't damage pillowcases," Harry snapped. "I have pillowcases too, you know, and none of them have oil stains."

"Potter wash your fucking face or I am covering your pillow with a paper bag," Malfoy threatened. "It's not a fucking hard request. It will take you literally two minutes."

"Fine!" Harry shouted, throwing his hands in the air and returning to the bathroom.

When he came out, Malfoy was already on the left side of the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, reading a book. "Was that so hard?" he drawled.

"Oh fuck off," Harry grumbled as took off his glasses and he threw himself down on the right side of the bed, punching a pillow for the sheer pleasure of punching something.

"You're such a bloody neanderthal," Malfoy grumbled without looking up at Harry.

"Shut up!" Harry finally erupted. "For Merlin's sake just shut up and I will, too."

Malfoy glanced over at him, looking unperturbed which honestly made Harry even more frustrated.

"It's going to take me ages to fall asleep because I'm so fucking irritated."

After a moment, Malfoy reached over and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "It's the bond," he said quietly. "We're not touching often enough and it's making us lash out."

"I don't think we need any help in that department," Harry grumbled but he could admit that he was feeling better already.

Malfoy chuckled, "You're right about that, I suppose."

He shook his head and reached up to cover Malfoy's hand with his own and expedite the process. "This does help though," he said with a yawn.

The other man hummed, "I think we should agree now that whenever either of us wakes up over night that we'll reach out and touch the other so we can get as much sleep as possible."

Through a yawn Harry murmured, "Sounds reasonable." He closed his eyes, surprised at how tired he was feeling all of the sudden. "Merlin, I'm knackered."

"Do you mind if I leave the light on to read for a while?" Malfoy asked.

He opened one eye to look at Malfoy's blurry face, "That's nice of you to ask," he said. "I don't mind."

"Are you certain?"

He nodded. "Night."

"Good night," Malfoy replied, going back to his book but leaving his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry drifted off, asleep in minutes.

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When Harry woke up again, the sun was peaking in through the curtains and he felt fantastic. He blinked open his eyes and realized that at some point during the night he and Malfoy had shifted, drifting until Harry's front was pressed tight against Malfoy's back, his body curled around the other man's.

He really ought to move.

But he was just so comfortable and his body was warm and loose and he just couldn't bring himself to move away.

It wasn't long before Malfoy started to shift, waking up slowly and Harry panicked. He did the only thing that he could think of and feigned sleep.

Malfoy arched and stretched, pressing his body back against Harry's for a long, delicious moment before he jumped, seeming to realize what he was doing. Then he held very still like he was waiting for something and Harry wondered if he was waiting for him to say something. When Harry didn't move and continued pretending to sleep Malfoy carefully withdrew himself and climbed out of bed to head to the loo.

Harry laid there for a long moment, missing the warmth of the other man's body, missing the way they'd seemed to fit together already.

Just the bond, he assured himself. This was all just the bond.

Right?

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Ahhh friends, I'm sorry. I hate to leave you like this but this one's going to need a part two. This girl is exhausted and this fic(let) is taking way longer than anticipated to write. I'll get part two written and posted tomorrow. <3 Lots of love, C

Part 2

Day 124: Joke | Day 126: Arranged Marriage

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #Accidental Bonding Part 1 #sorry friends #I'll get the second part up tomorrow #drarry #aurors #auror harry #auror draco malfoy #enemies to friends #friends to lovers #check back for part 2 tomorrow

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