#i am but a lowly simp
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All Because I Fell: When The Fire Roars
Dew gets pissed off and makes a scene, (Y/N), Rain, and Mountain have to teach him a lesson, obviously?
Also, we get a glimpse into what happened when Swiss left the last chapter
HELLO ALL, I am indeed not dead, as you can see from what I’ve posted. As you very well know, I took a long break after Love Trope February, which I, unfortunately, did not finish because depression and school began to kick my ass at the end of February. This is partially why I also did not post for this last month. I have been very busy with school and moving to a new house, but I have been working on this chapter for the last month, I finished it today! I hope you guys enjoy (Y/N) putting our gremlin in his place, I am not extremely happy with it but I think it's good enough for you heathens
- Love Whiskey <3
Swiss POV:
As I make my way to my room, I let the frustration out as the door falls shut, slamming my fists against it, kicking and punching the hardwood. ‘Fucking hell, I shouldn’t be feeling like this; they love each other. I’m happy for them. I’m happy they're finally together! I’ve wanted them to get together for so long. Why the fuck am I fucking jealous. Neither of them wants me like that…they only love me as a best friend and nothing more, so why the fuck does it feel like my heart is breaking….’ I flop onto my bed and press my fists into my eyes as I spiral, trying to hold off the tears I feel burning behind my eyelids. But before I can stew for long, there's a knock at my door.
I sit up and grab my guitar to try to seem like I was making the excuse I had given, “Come in,” I call as I swipe dust and streaks from the surface. Aether, with a grumbling Dew over his shoulder followed by Rain, entered, “Hey, you seemed a little off. We wanted to make sure you were okay.” Aether offers as he tosses Dew onto my bed, who promptly gives a half-hearted hiss before stretching out as the others sit. “Yeah, I’m good. I just needed to clean my guitar since it was looking a little dingy.” I joke, trying to play off what had happened in the common room, “Yeah? Well, you do know you were quite literally reeking of jealousy whenever you looked at Mount and (Y/N), then guilt whenever you left, buddy. Don’t forget I can sense your feelings.” Aether says as he leans forward with a hard look, “Not to mention you barely ate this morning, which you never do unless you're sick.” Rain adds as Dew crawls into his lap, demanding head scratches. “Yeah, it's clearly nothing, dumbass. Even (Y/N) could tell something was up, so just spit it out.” Dew snarks, which gets him a clip to the ear from Rain, “It’s nothing really, just me being stupid, is all. I’m happy for them.” I say as I look down.
“Swiss, I know you have feelings for (Y/N). It’s been clear since you two became friends.” Rain sighs as he grabs my leg. Shocked, I shot my head up; I thought I had hidden it. I was the attention whore of the band, sleeping with someone different almost every night, not staying tied to anyone except for my pack, Harlow, and (Y/N). “What?! You’re crazy. I don’t have feelings for (Y/N). They’re my best friend! Why would I try to get someone I supposedly have feelings for with someone else? Much less someone they were convinced didn’t like them back.” I try to glare at the Water ghoul to hide the embarrassment from my face.
“Don’t try to deny it, dumbass. I’ve woken up to you wrapped up around them and then hissing or growling at me when I tried to join too many times for you to even try to deny it. Now stop lying and tell us the truth.” Dew says, rolling over to stare me in the eye as my ears flatten to my head.
“Swiss, we aren’t trying to interrogate or make you feel bad. We want to make you feel better, is all, or help however we can.” Aether, obviously trying to make me feel better, grabs my hand, but that makes me angry, “Well, you're doing a shit job of it, so what if I love them. Their in a happy relationship with someone they have wanted for goddamn years! I’m not going to fucking push myself onto them when I know they don’t like me the same, for Satan’s sake!” I snatch my hand away and stand up, my tail snapping in the air behind me in anger. “I want them to be happy, and if that means they're not with me, that's fine as long as I get to see them happy. We may believe in polyamory and shit, but humans don’t typically…and I’m not going to push myself onto them in that way if it means I ruin our friendship and make Mount hate me… it's not just (Y/N) I have feelings for anyway….”
I trail off as I kick my dresser out of frustration, “Fuck! Why are emotions such a fucking bitch? I hate this. I hate feeling like this!” I shouted, punching the wall, “Why can’t I just be the way I was before I met them, fucking immune to feelings for fucking others and not caring who I fucked? I hate that. Satan fucking dammit!” I slam some random weird sculpture that came with the room to the floor before Aether comes up behind me and wraps his arms tightly around me, trapping my arms to my sides and stealing my vision with his Quintessence, “Let me go, Aeth! Lemme go!” I yell, squirming hard against his hold, “Rain.” is all he says, “Hell no, get away from me. I’m fine!” I kick back against Aether as Rain comes near, placing his hands on the sides of my face, and feel myself relax against my will as the larger ghoul gently places me on my bed. My vision is restored as I curl in on myself, my tail wrapped tightly around my arm.
“Swiss, you can’t help who you develop or have feelings for. It’s a natural thing. I know it hurts, but you don’t know they don’t care for you back. We all see the way (Y/N) looks at you. It’s the same way they look at Mountain. Hell, Mount looks at you the exact same way. You just don’t see it.” Aether says as he tugs me to lay on his lap, the other two joining the small pile, Rain’s face pressed into my neck, and the little Gremlin snuggled into my back, “Aether’s right. When you left, they both looked like kicked puppies and when you were spooning Mount, he looked just as happy as he did with (Y/N) in his lap.” Dew mumbles into my neck. Even though he’s an asshole, Dew wouldn’t lie about that, especially in this situation.
I growl in frustration and hide my face in Rain’s hair, “You guys are just saying that to make me feel better.” I grumble, “No, I’ve walked into your room enough times while you two were hanging out. You would be sleeping in their lap, and (Y/N) would be just looking at you with this soft smile on their face, playing with your hair or rubbing your back; it was like seeing old mates curled up together. Then a couple times when I was bringing you and Mounty stuff during your heats and the way he would look at you, it was like you had hung the fucking moon and planted the first tree. Plus, in case you didn’t realize, he always seeks you out for his ruts. Yeah, he comes to the rest of us sometimes, but he always wants you if he can help it.” Rain says as he gently runs his claws up and down my arm. The bastard knows my fucking weaknesses.
I can’t believe what I am hearing. I know Mount tends to hunt me down when his ruts start, but I always see him with Rain or Dew too. And (Y/N)...this can’t be true, can it? ”I..fucking shit, why must feelings be such a bitch?” I yawn, “You're telling me.” Dew agrees, “Now shut the fuck up so we can sleep. I ate too much breakfast and need a nap.” he mumbles into the back of my neck, making us all laugh. “All right, Little Comet, (Y/N) and Mounty went to see Sister about moving down here, and they’ll probably be asking for help soon, so short nap.” Aether agrees, laying back against the pillows and rearranging slightly so I’m more up on his chest, the other two begrudgingly adjust to the new positioning, but we soon fall into a pleasant unconsciousness.
A Few Days Later
(Y/N) POV
Harlow and I were sitting on the couch in the practice room, watching as the band got ready for the tour that started in 2 months. We’ve already fallen into a pretty decent routine: wake up if it’s early enough, then we have morning sex, eat breakfast with the ghouls, go out and help in the garden for chores till lunch, eat in the ghoul den and hang out there for a little while till they have to go to practice, coming with so Mountain will actually go/because I’d have nothing else to do (usually dragging Harlow along if she’s done for the day) and listen while working on the timeline for the tour and setting up hotels along the way so we don’t have to spend as many days on the tour bus that isn’t needed, and other pit stops that fit in along the way, we’re stopping in London and Berlin for a few days between venues because we have a week between Rituals, and finally making sure we have enough supplies on the tour bus for travel days so we don’t starve, dehydrate, or die of boredom because an understimulated Dewdrop, Rain, Swiss, or I do not equal good times. I had been made into Copia’s assistant, to which Harlow was pissed because, in her words, it was “Leaving me with the Crotchety Old Plant Man (Primo)” even though I still come out and help as part of my chores in the morning. Mountain hasn’t changed his chores either, so he is still out there.
But when Harlow bursts into laughter, I look up from the laptop I had been furiously typing on, “(Y/N) did you see that! Please tell me you did!” She giggles, hand over her mouth. “No, what happened?” I ask with a raised brow. “I…fucking Mountain launched a drumstick at Dew when he threw a pic at him, and now they're wrestling!” she cackles as she rolls on the couch. I now notice the playful growls and hisses coming from the stage. Looking up, I do indeed see a gangle of long limbs rolling across the stage with a Gremlin attached to one of said arms in what looks like not a very hard bite. I give in and start laughing too as I stand, carefully placing the laptop on the side table, and approach the stage, trying to seem serious, “Alright idiots, knock it off before you break something or each other.” I say, hands on my hips. The pair either didn’t notice or were ignoring me, to which I cock an eyebrow.
Jumping on the stage, I carefully approach the pair where they had paused and are now wrestling, trying to pin the other. Waving Aether over to help, I carefully wait for Dew to become visible before quickly reaching down and scruffing him, yanking him from Mountain’s grasp and holding the Gremlin against me, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. At the same time, he flails as Aether hoists my Earth giant up and over his shoulder, hand planted purposefully on his ass, which he pats with a dramatic moan, “Ah, never will get tired of this ass. You may be built similarly, but you got a fatter ass than Dew, Mounty!”
Both erupt in hisses and screeches of “Put me down, get your paws off my ass!” and “Take that back! That beanpole does not have more ass than me!”. It’s quite a funny sight because while Mountain can reach the ground with his arms, his legs thrash and almost hit Aether in the groin. “Nah, I think I’m keeping you right here. Swiss come, cop a feel. It’s so soft!” Aether teases which causes Mountain to thrash even harder as the Multi approaches with a shit-eating grin, carefully avoiding the legs. He manages to grab a cheek while making a loud clown horn noise, “Your right, very soft and squeezable. (Y/N), You lucky bastard!”. To which I wink at the ghoul with a smirk, finally releasing Dew as we both start to double over in laughter, “Did you just fucking honk my ass!?” Mountain screeches as he tries to swipe at the Multi. Soon Aether finally relents, after letting the poor ghoul flail for another minute, and puts him down. Mountain scrambles away as soon as his feet hit the floor to hide behind his drumset with a hiss, ears flattened to his head as his tail flicks very irritably. All of us are rolling on the floor and respected stages with laughter. Even Copia is holding in his laughter poorly, trying to play the role of serious Papa. “Now ghouls, that was not nice! Even though our dear Mounty does indeed have a nice ass, it does not give you permission to ‘honk,” said ass.” Copia says, failing to keep a straight face, a wide smile creeping up. “Stop talking about my fucking ass!”, is screeched from behind the drumset, which set off everyone’s laughter again.
It takes a few minutes for everyone to stop laughing, but someone (Cumulus, Swiss, or Cirrus) catches a glimpse of a pouting Mountain and bursts into giggles, setting off everyone else. Eventually (Y/N) makes their way behind the drumset to their distressed lover, “Aww baby, did you get harassed?” the Sibling teases, which earns them a huff from the drummer, who turns away on his stool, “Oh, they were just playing, Sunflower, don’t get so pissy.” they tease again, wrapping their arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his neck. He tries but miserably fails to not react as his tail comes to wrap around their waist, and a happy chirp escapes the Earth ghoul. He turns around and promptly yanks his mate into his lap, hiding his face in their hair as they laugh, hand coming up and scratching behind his horns, earning a pleased trill. “Alright, my Tesoro's, sadly, as fun as this break was, we must continue. The tour is only 9 weeks away!” Papa calls, which earns a collective groan from everyone. Tensions had been high since the start of practice over 2 hours ago, this had been the first break since they started, and while it had helped everyone let out some stress, it was clear Dew was beginning to get ticked off.
Harlow leaves after another hour, saying she’s hungry and wants to grab food from the dining hall before it’s all gone, but she might join us in the ghoul dens later. Pressing a kiss to my cheek and blowing a kiss to the ghoulettes, Sunshine quickly breaks from the group to run over and tackle the Sister in a hug. Both are blushing when they break from the hug, staring at one another for a moment before Sunshine whispers something in Harlow’s ear before returning to the stage. I shoot her a grin, resulting in her flipping me off as she leaves. “Sunshine, please, we really need to focus,” Copia says, not meaning to come off harsh. Still, the ghoulettes head ducks, and it's clear she’s holding back tears for being barked at in front of everyone. Because even though Sunshine is known for not giving a fuck what anyone thinks and causing mischief with Dew and me, it's different when it’s typically sweet, patient Copia who is disappointed or upset with her. Dew’s ears are now flattened to his head in clear anger. He has been getting increasingly pissed since the break as Copia continually stops them whenever there is a mistake or makes them repeat a song if he thinks it wasn’t perfect enough.
Soon though, Dew had had enough, it had passed the 4-hour mark at this point, and it was clear Copia had gotten on his last nerve. So when Copia yells at them to restart Kaisarion once again, no one is surprised when Dew yells, “I’m fucking done, fuck you rat bastard. I’m done for today, you’ve run us fucking ragged all fucking practice!” as he stomps and slams his guitars into its case and then stomps out of the practice room. I meet Rain's eyes, knowing we need to go calm him down.
Copia was silent for a minute before he placed the microphone back on its stand, “I..guess that is the end of practice. I am sorry, my ghoulies, if I ran you too hard.” he apologizes as everyone starts to pack up, I come up to him and place my hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay Papa, your stressed but you have been a little hard on them today, I’m sure Dew will forgive you. He always does.” I offer a comforting smile and a light squeeze before turning to Rain, who's already near the door with Mountain, “I already told Aeth we had it handled, but Mountain said he wanted to help.” Rain says as we make our way back down to the ghoul den. It’s clear Dew had made his way through there, the scent of gasoline and burnt wood filling the space, along with his helmet that had been thrown onto the coffee table.
We reach his door, where we hear him stomping and slamming things. Rain opens the door first to inspect the damage. Mountain has his hand on my shoulder protectively. “Hey Dewy, it’s Rain, (Y/N), and Mount. We wanted to check on you.” Rain calls, and a pillow comes flying and smacks the wall next to Rain with enough force to knock a painting to the floor, “Get the fuck out! I’m fucking fine. Just leave me alone!” I hear Dew shout before I roll my eyes and push past the pair. Dew has never and would never hurt me; he’s said so himself. “Dew, your obviously not fine, your very clearly pissed the fuck off, and we both know when you get like this, being alone makes it worse now sit the fuck down, and we’re gonna talk about it,” I state. Folding my arms as he glares at me.
His lips curled into a snarl, and it almost looked like fire was crackling in his red eye while the red inner part of his right eye had taken over more than it typically does when he’s this angry. I feel Mountain about to pull me away from him, but before he can, Dew huffs and plops on his bed with his knees to his chest, tail flicking angrily behind him. I smirk at the cute sight and walk over to him, sitting in front of him. Rain and Mountain soon join, “Okay, what pissed you off so badly, Dew? I know Copia was an ass today, but he’s always like this before the tour. What’s got you so wound up, Little Comet? You know you can talk to us.” I say, softly placing my hand on his knee. Dew glares at me but doesn’t pull away.
“I said fuck off, I’m fine. You three don’t need to come in and make a fucking fuss about me,” he growls, glancing back at the boys behind me. Sighing, “Dewy,” I start. The nickname earns a glare from the small ghoul, “Talk to me, or we will make you talk, Honeydew.” I tease, squeezing the thin thigh under my hand, earning a surprised chirp. It has become sort of routine with the other ghouls and me to hunt down the smallest ghoul whenever he explodes like this and let him either rant about his frustrations or, usually the go-to route, fuck him until all the anger has dissipated like a suffocated flame. “I…please (Y/N), I can’t,” Dew whines, reaching for me, mismatched eyes wide with need. I smile down at him, gently pulling his legs down and moving to straddle his lap, earning a soft whine from the little hybrid who tries to grip my hips. But Rain moves to quickly pin the wandering hands down next to his legs, “Good boys, don’t touch without permission Lionfish. You want us to make you feel better, right?” Rain says, condescension dripping from his lips.
Dew whines again but nods, “Ye..yes, Rainy, please.” he squeaks out, squirming lightly underneath me. A sadistic grin spreads across the Water ghoul’s face, one that only tends to show whenever we’re taking care of the little Gremlin, “Already so needy, after the scene you caused, I’m not sure we should, do you Squirrely?” he asks, coming to sit behind the smaller male, pinning his hands behind his back. I tap my chin with fake consideration before an evil smile spreads, “I don’t think so, Lilypad. I think our Little Volcano needs to learn how to control himself.” I reply. Dew’s face falls at our decision, a cry of protest leaving the small ghoul as he squirms, “No! No, please, I’ll be good!” he whines. I grind down on the growing bulge in his uniform pants. The scantily concealing underwear I wore left few barriers between us, having felt needy since this morning and was hoping to catch Mountain in a moment where we could slip away to have some fun.
Rain nuzzles into the smaller male's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin behind his ear. “Oh, Firefly, we know. But you made quite the scene today at practice because you couldn’t control your temper. You know what happens when you are bad, don’t you? Your Mommy and I have to teach you a lesson.” he growls, sinking his fangs into Dew’s neck, earning a mewling whine from the Fire ghoul. “Bu..but Copia was being a prick! He was pushing us all to practice, and I couldn’t help that I got pissed off! He was mean to Sunny!” he says breathlessly, leaning back into the Water ghoul. A deep rumble comes from behind me. Mountain had been so quiet that we had honestly forgotten he was there.
“Fire lily, be quiet and take what you’re given, or your punishment will come from me. You know what happens when I control your punishment, right?” Mountain growls, coming to sit beside me, glowering down at the trembling hybrid. Dew’s eyes widen at the threat. The last time Mountain had been in charge of punishing the Gremlin, he had been forced to cockwarm the Earth giant for hours, not allowed to cum, as he read a book about some music theory out loud. Repeatedly, Mountain would suddenly close the book and pound up into the little ghoul, making him nearly cry from the stimulation. But whenever he would get close, the drummer would stop, reopen the book to the last page, and continue as if nothing had happened. That possibly had been one of the worse punishments that Dewdrop had endured. “Yes, Sir, I’ll listen.” is what he finally decided to answer with, cheeks a fiery red at this point as Rain and I play with his lithe body; the former covering the thin neck with hickies and love bites while I am working his tight pants open, his erection pops out of the confines of his jeans, slapping against his clothes belly.
The guitarist lets out a whine, bucking up to try and gain the friction he so desperately craved. But I am sitting just far enough away that it doesn’t make contact. Instead, I condescendingly stroke his cheek before laying a sharp smack, earning a squeak from Dew, and lean to press my lips to the Water ghoul behind him.
Mountain rumbles behind me, lips pressing against the claiming bite in my neck, making me shiver. Rain lets out a soft sigh, his cool lips matching the lazy pace of my own. Two large hands suddenly grip my hips, and a long torso presses against my back, “Such a needy thing. After all the trouble you gave us today, you thought we’d simply give you what you want, little Dahlia? No. My beautiful mate and our pretty Waterlily will give you the punishment you have to earn today while I watch.”
Dewdrop lets out a whimper, “Ye…yes, sir” I can feel him squirming underneath me. He is already leaking where he has pressed between my shirt and his, a wonderful Water ghoul trait that has been leftover from his transformation. I run my fingers through the thick dark locks of the bassist before we finally separate, a thin strand of saliva still connecting us, which Rain licks into his mouth. “Good boy, Rainy. How about we get this little Fireball slightly more comfortable, hmm?” I suggest with a purr in my voice.
The whine that escapes the hybrid between us is filled with need and desperation, it is almost painful, but Rain shushes him. The Water ghoul gets to work stripping the skinny male of his uniform button-down. At the same time, I yank the skintight jeans off his thin legs, making sure to press soft kisses into his thighs and calves as the skin is revealed. “Dew is so pretty, isn’t he, Rainy? So small and beautiful under us, that pretty blush makes him even more adorable.” I tease, running my nails over his tense stomach, making Dew whine. His hips buck up into nothing, “I agree, (Y/N), he is so exquisite, could almost say even delicate.” Rain muses where he had been steadily marking up Dew’s thin shoulders. His words make the little ghoul let out a loud keen. Mountain gives an approving rumble, “Such a ravishing ghoul, though he is quite needy, maybe you two should shut your needy boy up.” the Earth ghoul is leaning against the wall, unsubtly grabbing at his crotch where a quite large tent has appeared, pushing against the denim of his uniform pants. “I agree, my love, Rainy would you be a dear and shove these in his mouth” Thankful that I had decided to wear a skirt today, this being a rare feminine day, instead of my normal pants, I pull off my already wet panties and hand them to the smirking Water ghoul, “Of course, darling, our little slut is making way to much noise,” he says before shoving the fabric into the Fire ghoul’s mouth.
As the taste of my wetness from the panties hits his tongue, Dew lets out a muffled moan, eyes rolling back slightly, and it even seems as if he is sucking on the fabric. Frowning, I slap his cheek, hard enough to leave a red mark, “Ah ah, none of that. You haven’t earned to taste me yet. You’re lucky I let you have those. I could have just had Mounty rip your shirt and use that. Be a good boy now.” Dew mewls but nods, and a garbled “Yes, Mommy” is heard through the fabric. Rain lets out a pleased trill, “There’s a good boy. Now, (Y/N) darling, what do you think we should do to him first. Spank him? Edge him? Tie a vibrator to his cock and make him cum until he cries? Oh, I got it! Why don’t we sit him in Mounty’s lap and keep his cock warm while we make him watch, not allowed to touch, as I make you cum?” Rain purrs, nipping the hybrid's neck. Dew whimpers at the suggestions, not wanting to go without being touched for much longer.
“Oh, Rainy, those are such lovely ideas!” I giggle, trailing my nails down the delicate chest in front of me, tweaking his pierced nipple, “What do you think, my love? Do you like the idea of our Gremlin keeping you nice and warm while our Waterlily makes me cum, and gets me nice and stretched for you? Then maybe later, Dew will have earned his orgasm?” I say, batting my eyelashes at my mate. Mountain ponders for a moment before a sadistic grin spreads across his face, “Mmm, I love the way that beautiful mind thinks. But I do have a suggestion.” he says, undoing the laces of his pants and pulling out his large, already leaking cock, precum dripping down the red tip, “What is it, Mount?” Rain asks, fingers fidgeting with the metal rings laced through Dew’s nipples, “Why don’t you turn that pretty little ass red then you stretch him for me. Even though he’s been bad, we don’t want our Gremlin to get too hurt, do we?” he suggests, me and Rain nod, “Get that special little ring Aether bought you, Rain, and edge him as you stretch that little hole too. Don’t need our Firelily cumming without permission because he can’t control himself.” Mountain rumbles, hand slowly stroking over his length.
Rain and I look at each other with equally feral smiles, “I truly love you, my Hedera. Always have such amazing ideas. Rainy, be a darling and gather the things. I’ll get our sweet Gremlin started.” I press a kiss to the Water ghoul’s cheek as he slips from behind Dewdrop, going to his closet to gather the toys while also shucking off his clothes at the same time. The guitarist is staring up at me with big eyes, teeth clenched into the panties still in his mouth. Carefully moving so I’m next to him, I beckon him with a finger, “Lay across my lap, Dewdrop, ass up” I pat my thighs. Mountain had grabbed the bottle of lube that Dew kept under his pillow and set it next to me. The lithe ghoul whimpers but does as he’s told, crawling towards me and laying his hips across my legs, ass propped up against my right thigh, face buried in the sheets to hide the burning flush of his face. Tsking, I lace my fingers in the long white-blond hair and pull his head up, earning a whining moan, “Ah ah, you know better than to try to hide from me,” I scold, tightening the grip on his hair, making him whimper, “Now, you are going to get as many smacks as I see fit, for now, I’m thinking 25, and you’re going to count each one and thank me, understand?” I ask. Dew goes to nod his head, but my grip on his hair doesn’t allow for it, “Words, Dewdrop, do you understand?” I repeat, yanking the panties out of his mouth. “Ye..yes sir, I understand.” he whimpers out, hips bucking against my leg.
Rolling my eyes, I release his hair, making the small ghoul’s face fall straight into the mattress, turning his head so he isn’t muffled. Rain comes back, laying a small bullet vibrator and cockring on the bed next to me, “I believe this is what we need for now,” he glances down between my legs with a smirk, “He’s already leaking, what a needy slut. We have barely even touched you yet.” he teases, stroking a hand up the hybrid’s back. Dew’s cock kicks against my thigh, and this is when I decide to lay the first smack. The small male yelps, “On..one, thank you, Mommy!” he whines, smirking. I quickly smack the other cheek. Dew does as he was ordered each time, counting and thanking me after each one. I had covered his entire ass in red handprints by the time we reached 15.
The poor ghoul was drooling at this point, eyes glassy and cock kicking with every smack, I can feel the precum soaking into the inside of my pants. “Such as good boy so far, only 10 more.” I smooth a hand across the burning flesh, making him whimper, “Good to keep going, or should I switch to this needy hole that has been begging for my attention for a little bit?” I offer, knowing that while Dew is a masochist, he sometimes needs breaks when he gets this needy. The Fire ghoul shakes his head, “N...no mommy, please keep going. I’m okay.” he begs, wiggling his hips. Chuckling I rake my nails across the sensitive skin, earning a squeal from the ghoul, “That’s my pain slut, always wanting more even when you’re ass is redder. Than. Hellfire.” I annunciate the last three words with harsh smacks, one after the other, in the same spot. Dew lets out a pained moan. I feel his cock kick hard, and a spurt of pre land on my leg, “16, 17, 18; thank you, Mommy!” he whines.
I can see Rain in Mountain’s lap out of the corner of my eye, the pair locked in a heated makeout session, the Water ghoul’s hand moving as he strokes my mate's cock while Mountain has two fingers buried inside the slick-drenched hole of the bassist. I switch hands after we reach 20, my dominant hand growing tingly and sore after delivering so many hard blows. Once we reach the last 3, I smooth a hand up Dew’s back, “These will be the hardest. I want you to not make a sound other than to count and say thank you, think you can do it for me?” I ask, giving the lithe male a moment to process and answer. It takes him a moment, but Dew nods, “Yes sir, I can.” he says, taking a deep breath and laying his head against the sheets, arching his back up so I have more access.
Slowly running my hand over the reddened flesh, I lift my hand and slap it down as hard as possible, the skin of my palm stinging from the force. I hear Dew choke down a whimper. I give him a slight small pass for it, knowing how hard it was, “22, thank you, Mommy”, I repeat the process, gently rubbing the irritated skin before bringing my hand down hard, “23, tha…thank you mommy” I can hear the tears in his voice, loud whines come from the Rain next to me. For the next one, I switched to the other cheek, but this time I didn’t give the Fire ghoul the comfort of softness before I let my hand swing down. The surprised squeak he let out made me sigh, “That is your one pass. Next time you make a noise, it’s another 10.” Dew whimpers, “Yes sir, thank you” I do the same action, simply striking his asscheek hard with no warning. I assume he had bitten his lip from the hiss I heard, “24, thank you, Mommy.” I smirk, raking my nails over the flesh, which makes his hips jerk, “Last one, Honeydew” I feel his cock twitch against my thigh, precum having soaked through the fabric of my skirt already. I look over the bright red flesh in front of me, picking out the spot I know will be the sorest, right on the back of his thigh where I had focused a majority of the hits previously. I slowly lift my hand before quickly letting it hit, the last slap echoing through the quiet room. Even Rain whimpers at the sound of the hit.
Dew had bitten into the sheets to keep from crying out. I watch as his shoulders heave with the effort of not making any sound. “25, tha..tha…thank you, Mommy,” he chokes out, a huge spurt of pre drips down onto the bed, down my thigh. I smile down at the Gremlin, thin hips trembling from how turned on he is and from the pain he was just put through, “Such a good boy, did so well for me. Look at how much Rainy and Mountain enjoyed it” I thread my fingers through his hair again, tugging him up so his eyes can meet the two ghouls across the bed. Mountain now has 4 fingers buried in the skinny bassist as filthy whines and moans come from Rain.
“Isn’t he so pretty, Dew? Taking Mountain’s fingers so well, do you want that baby?” I whisper in his ear, watching his tail flick in interest. “Ye..yes, please, I want that.” he whimpers, arching his ass up toward me. I grin, watching his tail lift to expose the hole I knew was already dripping in slick, “Oh, Dewy baby, already soaked for me, hmm? Since Mounty is busy, I will have fun with this pretty little hole?” I tease, dragging a finger against the sloppy hole, making him mewl as he tries to arch back against it, “So needy for me, hmm.” I easily slip two fingers in, curling them against the velvety walls. The moan that escapes the hybrid is sinful and damn filthy enough to make even Lucifer blush. I continue to coo at the now squirming male, “Aww Fire Poppy, does it feel good? Having my fingers inside you while you watch your friend get fingered by my mate?” Mountain groans as he hears my words, hips bucking into Rain’s hands. With a growl, he pulls his fingers out of the lithe ghoul, who whines in protest, but when he lifts him up and spears Rain on his cock, it makes the Water ghoul moan loudly. “They’re both needy things, but at least our Water lily is a good boy, right Bluebonnet?” Mountain grunts, bouncing the bassist in his lap.
Dew whines as I brush against his prostate, “I agree. Rain is always such a good boy for us, unlike our Gremlin here. Can’t go one week without needing a punishment, can you, you little slut. Because you know that you’ll get either this pretty ass fucked or your needy cock wet, always needing your mommy, daddy, or Sir to put you in your place.” I tease into his ear, “But…like Sir said, can’t have you cumming without permission. Grab that ring Rainy got for you, please.” I thrust harder inside him, watching Dew’s fingers claw at the sheets, his moans getting louder as he shakily reaches for the cockring. Carefully slipping it down his throbbing length, Dew whimpers as it squeezes his base, “Such a good boy. Maybe once I’m inside you, you’ll be allowed to cum” Rain mewls, clinging to my mate’s shoulders as Mountain uses him like a fleshlight, fucking the lithe ghoul on his cock. I slip 3rd finger in, stretching the tight walls around them further. The stretch makes the hybrid keen, back arching to try and get my fingers in deeper, “Oh, would you look at that? He can’t get enough. My love, why don’t you turn our sweet Water lily around, and this slut can make him feel even better while I get my special toy he loves so much?” I suggest, trailing my nails down Dew’s back before laying a smack to a red cheek.
Mountain grins as he gently lifts Rain off, whose whine of protest turns into a loud cry as the larger ghoul quickly turns him around to face us and slips back in with one smooth thrust. Dew whimpers at the sight, panting with need and cock twitching in anticipation. I smooth a hand over his back, making the little ghoul arch into my touch, “Be a good boy and go wrap that pretty mouth around Rainy’s dick. You know how much he loves that hot mouth of yours” I give him a swat on the thigh as I roll off the bed. Within seconds I hear the Water ghoul moan and a wet slurping noise, smirking as I lean down to rummage through the box in the closet that holds Dew’s special toys. I quickly find what I’m looking for, a 7 and ½ inch dildo and its strap-on harness, turning back to the bed, the sight I find is possibly one of the most erotic I have ever witnessed. Dew, ass up with 3 of Mountain’s fingers buried inside him as he bobs his head on Rain, who is being fucking into by my mate because he has gone boneless at this point, knees spread and held bent to his chest by Mountain as he appears to be whispering things into his ear.
Sliding up behind Dewdrop after slipping the harness on and buckling it around my hips, I run my fingers down his spine until it meets my mate’s fingers, smiling at him, “Why don’t you let me give our little gremlin a reward for taking his punishment so well?” the large Earth ghoul nods with a feral grin, “As long as he keeps making our Lotus clench the way he is, I suppose that is alright.” the tone he has is condescending as he pulls his fingers from the Fire ghoul. Dew immediately whines at the loss, but I shush him by pushing the head of the dildo against his winking hole, “Quiet, Little Comet, I’ll give you what you want. Just keep your mouth on Rain’s pretty cock for us. I think he’s already about to cum” I tell him. The Water ghoul does indeed already look near his release, face flushed a deep indigo at this point, mouth open as he whines and moans, “Da..daddy, please may I cum, please.” he begs. Mountain freezes for a moment before letting out a deep snarl, a large hand flying up to wrap around the bassist’s throat, “Cum for me, Hyacinth, fill the brat’s mouth” Rain keen, body thrashing as he cums. Dew doesn’t stop, desperately sucking harder to milk him for all he has as Mountain seems to slam even harder up into the lithe ghoul. The poor thing is near screaming as he’s overstimulated by the pair.
Taking the moment to slide home into Dew, giving Rain peace from the vacuum seal of the Fire ghoul’s mouth as he moans, being filled so suddenly and without warning. I watch Dew’s thighs tremble, “There we go, got you nice and full, hmm? Look up at Rain while I fuck you; watch his face as my mate knots him.” I slap his sensitive ass, making him jump. Slowly withdrawing my silicone cock, Dew keens around the Water ghoul’s cock, letting it slip from his mouth as his head falls between Rain’s thighs, staring up as instructed before I push back in. Starting with a slow, teasing pace, after all, the Gremlin doesn’t deserve to get everything he wants all at once, Mountain lets out a growling moan as his knot slams home in a now limp Rain, the smaller’s eyes droopy and a fucked out look on his face, mouth open in a silent scream as the large knot fills him.
Dew mewls, the fake cock inside him rubbing all the sensitive places so gently, driving him mad, “Pl..please, mommy, faster. I’ve been so good, please,” he whines, looking back over his shoulder with teary eyes. The desperation and neediness in his tone made my stomach flip. I sigh and gently rub his ass, “I suppose you have been good, but you can’t expect me to do all the work, hmm? Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Take what you need as I fill you” I wrap his tail around my hand and tug him back, making the dildo thrust inside him harder. The Fire ghoul moans, shifting his legs so he can have a better stance, then he starts to fuck back onto me, the small amount of ass he has jiggling from the force he is putting into it. I groan, watching him desperately trying to work the cock as deep inside him as possible, as hard as possible; deciding to be a little more merciful, I meet his thrusts halfway, yanking his tail as he comes back so he slams hard against my pelvis. All of this drives the small ghoul to collapse into bed, ass solely held up by my grip on his hip and tail, “Fu..fuck mommy, feels so good. Pl..please, I need more, please may I touch myself” he whimpers out, clenching down on my cock.
I think momentarily before looking up at Rain and Mountain, “What do you two think? Has our Gremlin earned to touch himself, or should I make him cum untouched?” Rain purrs, the Earth ghoul has been petting through his hair and along his body for a few minutes, so his brain is a little hazy, but he nods, “He’s been good, made me cum so hard.” Mountain thinks for a minute, “I have a better idea, why don’t we have our sweet Raincloud here use his cock how he pleases. Afterall, he’s been the one putting up with the brat’s shit all week, I think he deserves a reward.” he suggests, stroking the skinny thighs of the ghoul in his lap. I grin at the idea, “I love it, what do you think Rainy baby, do you wanna play with our little Fire Poppy?” I tease him, hips still rocking into the whining ghoul under me. I can practically feel his cock kick at the thought of the taller male using him. Blue eyes close as he thinks, head leaned back against my mate's broad shoulder.
A minute later he looks back at us with a wide smile, “I like it, I can do whatever I want right?” he asks shyly, the indigo flush back on his cheeks. I nod, “Whatever you’d like, he’s your little playtoy Rainy, take your pleasure, love” I slap the Fire ghoul’s ass, who jumps and whines, eyes meeting his friends, “Ple..please, Rainy, use me. Need you, please, I’ll be a good boy!” he whimpers out.
The Water ghoul blinks owlishly at him before a slow smile spreads across his lips, “Hmm, I think I like the idea of that. (Y/N), love, can you arch his hips up a little more. I think I want a taste of his pretty, little cock” he purrs, crawling forward off of Mountain’s lap, the Earth ghoul’s cock slipping out of him with a slick sound. I nod, yanking Dew’s tail so his back is even more arched, making enough room for the Water ghoul to slip underneath. Rain approaches like a predator, eyes locked on the smaller ghoul, who whimpers as he watches him move closer.
Once Rain is within reach of Dew, he trails his claws down his sides and over a thin hip, teasing the sensitive base of his tail, “So pathetic when he’s like this. He’ll let us do anything we want to him as long as he gets some sort of pleasure. What a good little fuck toy you are, Dewy love.” he purr, to which the smaller nods spastically. I slowed my thrusts as Rain toyed with his packmate, running his claws all over his oversensitive body before he finally grew bored and lay down, slipping under Dew’s stomach, slipping the cockring off before moving to take his throbbing, red cock into his mouth. Dew keens as his dick is suddenly surrounded by the cool, wet mouth. Taking this time to start back up my pace, making the little ghoul screech as his brain gets intensely overwhelmed, body writhing in pleasure as I fuck him and Rain deepthroats him.
Knowing this will be what sends the guitarist over the edge, I lean over and whisper in his ear, “You know what Rain wants, give him your cum, Fire Poppy, give my Rainbow what he wants” Rain seems to understand what I’m saying because he starts to bob his head in time with my thrusts, This was the undoing of Dewdrop, letting out a wail as his body convulses, cumming hard into the Water ghoul’s mouth, who happily swallows as much as he can, purring loudly as he milks Dew for everything he has. Yet even as Rain pulls off and moves to yank the Fire ghoul into a filthy kiss, feeding him his own cum, I simply keep going. Speeding up, I am now pounding the writhing male into the mattress, determined to wring at least one more orgasm from him before I’m done. Rain holds him still enough, so I don’t have to worry about pinning him.
I glance up to meet my mate's eyes; Mountain is quickly stroking his cock, hard once more from the scene in front of him, those forest green eyes now dark like midnight with lust. It makes my stomach fill with heat, I may not be gaining physical pleasure from fucking the little ghoul, but the fact I’m impressing my mate while also breaking the most hardheaded of the pack fills me with euphoria. Dew begs, “T..too much, go..gonna cum again. Please, it hurts! Mommy it’s too much!” yet he fucks back onto me, hands clinging to the Water ghoul in front of him. I know he’s already rehardening if the way he’s clenching on my cock says anything. I simply lay over his back, hitting even deeper than before. Dew sobs as I reach further inside him. His body is boneless as he begs for more and to stop filling the air, “Cum for me one more time, sweetheart. That’s all I want. I wanna make you cum one more time, fill that pretty little head with nothing but pleasure and my cock. Be a good boy and cum for me again. I know you can do it for me.” I coo in his ear, reaching a hand under him to stroke his length.
He sobs uncontrollably into Rain’s lap, body bouncing with the force of my thrusts. Stroking him from root to tip, making sure to swipe my thumb over the sensitive head, I can practically feel his orgasm building. I shift my hips slightly so now I am railing right into his prostate, it only takes a few hard thrusts before Dew suddenly arches his back and lets out a shrill scream, cumming all over my fingers. I fuck him through his orgasm until the skinny ghoul is a babbling mess, no longer able to form words outside of please and too much.
I rock a few more times into him before gently pulling out of the wrecked male. He collapses into the bed as he sobs into Rain’s lap. I know we overworked him a bit, but thankfully Dew loves overstimulation, and being used like this, we’ve gone much further. I quickly unbuckle the harness and toss it onto the other side of the bed, then I gently gather the still sobbing ghoul in my arms, “Hey, hey. I have you, Dewy, shh. It’s okay. Do you need anything?” I whisper to him, shushing his sobs and rubbing his back as he clings tightly to my shirt. He shakes his head before he buries his face into my chest. I look over at Rain, “Get the basket and grab a bottle of water and some of that lemonade he likes,” I ask. Rain nods and gets up, scrambling out the door to gather the requested items. I look over at Mountain, who is cleaning his spilled cum from his stomach with a tissue, “Can you go run the bath, Sodo temp for now? We’ll get cleaned up once he’s calmed down more.” My mate nods, getting up and moving to the bathroom, I can hear the water turn on after a minute.
Scooching back so I’m sat against the pillows, cradling the small ghoul to my chin while rubbing his back, cooing praise to help bring him back to Earth. “You did so well Fire Poppy, I’m so proud of you. Could never ask for a better ghoul, my good sweet boy,” I whisper into Dew’s ear, kissing his cheeks and forehead. Soon enough, the sobs become sniffles and hiccups as he calms down. His tail is wrapped around my thigh as he snuggles closer, whimpering whenever I move my hand anywhere away from him. Rain comes back into the room just as Dew’s tears finally stop. Sad hiccups are all that remain, holding the aftercare basket with the big travel mug purchased for the Gremlin on top, practically indestructible in its stainless steel exterior with a metal straw and isolated interior. “He seems better,” Rain observes as he crawls onto the bed, “Hey Tadpole, you thirsty? It’s your favorite” He offers the cup to his packmate. Dew glances over at him and grabs the cup, practically gulping down the lemonade as quickly as possible, “Dewy, slow down sweetheart, you’ll give yourself a tummy ache” I laugh, petting through his hair; following instructions, he swallows a little slower but still quickly drains the cup.
“Now, what do you say?” I coax him when he’s this far into subspace, sometimes Dew has to be reminded of his manners, but that’s also normal Dew behavior. Flushing as he looks at the Water ghoul, “Thank you, Rainy,” he mumbles, accepting it for the best he’ll get right now. Rain smiles and opens his arms in a silent offer for a hug, to which the Fire ghoul jumps into his arms with a trill, nuzzling his face into his mate’s neck. At this point, Mountain comes out to tell us that the bath is ready, looking over at the two, “Hey, do you wanna stay with just Rainy, or do you want Sir and I to stay, baby?” I ask as I pet Dew’s thigh. He looks between Rain and me, thinking for a moment, before pointing to me. Smiling, I nod and move off the bed, “Why don’t you go with Mounty and Rainy and have your bath,” Dew whimpers at the prospect of being separated from me, “Ah ah, let me finish, love. While I get the bed nice and clean with some warm, fresh sheets, blankets, and pajamas, then get you some food and more lemonade. Then we can pile up and snuggle our good boy. Would you like that?” I ask. The little ghoul nods, “Yes, please...can I have some of that meat you made the other day, please.” he asks softly, hiding embarrassedly in Rain’s neck, I smile even wider, “Of course, Fire Poppy, I’ll get that heated up for you. Now go with Rainy and Mounty so they can get you nice and clean so you can eat” I place a kiss on his forehead as Mountain comes over and scoops him up, prompting a little yelp, and carries him off to the steaming bathroom with Rain skittering behind.
Chuckling as the last of the three closed the door, I moved to strip the bed. Tossing all the dirties sheets, furs, and blankets into the laundry hamper, thankfully empty, before taking them downstairs to the laundry room and setting them to wash since the boys will likely take a while to clean each other up. Taking the little bit of time, I had to myself, I jumped in the shower in mine and Mountain’s room for a quick rinse, planning on showering better later or tomorrow before leaving to the kitchen to prepare Dew’s requested food, heating up the meat of the birria before making him 5 tacos loaded with cheese, onion, and cilantro, also making some for my two other boys since I have a feeling they’ll be hungry too. Once I finish with the food, I take it into the bedroom and place it on the side table; once I clean off the toys and lube, I toss the latter into the drawer and take the other to clean in the bathroom. Once done, I finish the laundry, and just as I’m putting it back on the bed, Aether helping since I had run into him on the way down and asked both if he’d like to join us and to help me with the sheets, the boys finally emerge from the bathroom. All wrinkly and giggly with pink cheeks that I guess are not just from the steam.
After they get clothed, we all settle into the bed, Aether cuddling Rain and Sodo to his chest while I curl up with my mate, “Well, this went a lot better than I expected.” I murmur to him, watching the boys laugh and snuggle close. Mountain rumbles his agreement as he nuzzles into my hair, “You do so good with him…it was nice to see dominate (Y/N) out for a change,” he teases, nipping my earlobe. I giggle and smack his chest, “None of that, we just fucked for two hours and I’m sure you boys got up to no good in the bath if the hickies on your neck say anything. Save it for tomorrow,” I tease back. The large ghoul growls lowly in the back of his throat, “My rut is starting soon, so I hope you realize what you’ve signed up for,” he whispers into my ear, digging his claws into my thighs. I squeak, looking up at him, shocked, wetness starting to leak at the thought. “Of course, always ready for my Daddy,” I whisper.
#mountain x reader#mountain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul x reader#the band ghost x reader smut#dewdrop ghoul#whiskey's burbling barrel#ghoul fuck toy#i am but a lowly simp#whiskey is not a responsible adult
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Marie-Frenchie's over here leaving supportive voicemails for Asher so the world doesn't end and meanwhile regular Frenchie's all "Another glass of bourbon, sir? *clink* Cheers to the Cataclysm, my good man! Let's kiss."
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catwoman catmilf catmom looks so gd good 😍😍😍
#batman: wayne family adventures#wayne family adventures#wfa#catwoman#selina kyle#jercy liveblogs things#i am but a lowly simp oh my god 😍😍😍😍😍😍
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I'm honestly so happy your one of my favorite blogs I came across a star wars blogs that was not so accepting of any LGBTQA+ involving the clones last time I sent a headcanon I was scolded so I'm glad your ok with it if I do step on the toes let me know and I will stop
Now one to the Headcanons
I always pictured some of the clones being Bisexual pansexual and Demisexual
Especially Fives he gave me BIG bisexual vibes he would seem like the type to see a cute dude and go all heart eyes
I just imagine Jessie and Fives at the 79s and Fives nudges Jessie and he goes "you see what I see" and Jessie nods "oh yeah she is beautiful" and Fives makes a face amd goes "what no I mean the guy next to her excuse me I think I'm going to try my luck" and in the end Fives is grinning waving the paper of the guys number while Jessie cheers him on
I also feel like Echo maybe pansexual? He just seems like the type to get to know the person before he determines if he is attracted to them just imagine a friend's to lovers trope with Echo it would be so cute and I feel like it's what he deserves
Also I just love the idea of Echo being the batches mom or motherly in a way like imagine Hunter and Crosshair arguing and it starts escalating and Echo comes in and goes nope and puts them both in timeout and makes them write apology letters to each other (personal experience my dad would make me and my brother write apology letters to each other it was mostly a sneaky way to trash talk each other at first then admire each other)
And in that same breath if Fives was there he would 100% not let crosshair go to the Empire like the end of season 1 Fives would go "Crosshair get your ass on that ship now or I swear to the galaxy I will drag you myself" and of course no one thinks Fives is for real but they are all horrified (especially crosshair) that Fives picked him up and is straight up dragging him back on the ship scolding him and saying he could be Emo on the ship AWAY from the empire meanwhile Echo is like "yeah Fives you show him"
What?! Someone scolded you for queer headcanons?? 😢 That makes me so incredibly sad. I'm sorry you experienced that, anon. Please don't let someone else's phobias deter you from enjoying the fandom and finding more accepting friends here 🙂
But yes... on to your headcanons!
Bisexual Fives honestly just makes sense. Chef's kiss, 10/10 headcanon 😘👌🏻 I love that mental image of Fives and Jesse at a bar making heart eyes at different people. I could even see Fives looking at both the guy and the girl and arguing with himself over which is hotter 😂
Also thank you for noting some of the clones would be demi, too. I only recently learned about this identity and found so much of myself in it, and it's just so comforting to think of other characters being the same way when it comes to attraction and relationships. I can see Echo, Crosshair, even someone like Cody being demisexual.
Yes, Echo being the Batch's mom is pretty much fact at this point. 🤓 Just look at what happened as soon as he left them. All that bickering and poor decision making wouldn't have happened if mom was around...
That's an interesting thought though, about what Fives's dynamic with the Batch might have been. I could see him as another chaotic brother when they're on regular missions, but he likely would've been much quicker to want to save Crosshair than the other Batchers were. Look at the lengths he went to to save Tup! He would've tirelessly worked toward getting Crosshair freed from the Empire's control. So yeah, if Cross then turns around and insists on pouting on a platform by himself? Not happening. He is getting his ass on the ship and being grateful for it, thank you very much.
#star wars#the clone wars#the bad batch#thank you anon for sharing these thoughts!#keep em coming!#i am but a lowly simp looking for headcanons to feed on#fives#echo#crosshair#jesse#cody#hunter#lgbtqia+
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I can post this now since spoilers have passed! >:3
But I 10000% need fic about milo and sweetheart's previous bridging moments
Preferably soft and smutty as who are we kidding-
#redacted asmr#i am resisting the urge to tag specific people#look i am but a lowly simp#always hornknee on main okay#redacted milo#open prompt!!#honestly need to cut back on wips atm so please 🥺🥺
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Girls who are smarter than me and could kick my ass at anything without even trying <3
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The Babysitter (37)
Meet Me In My Office
MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+
Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?
A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.
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Chapter 37- W/c 4.7k This chapter is entirely 18+ Smut
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Meet Me In My Office
A/N- Updates from now will be really slow regarding this fic as I was posting all the chapters from my AO3/Wattpad onto here and we have reached the final one prewritten. I am a college student with a busy life so apologies for the delays in writing. Enjoy the smut :)
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As soon as the door was quietly and carefully shut behind you, Wanda's body was pressed up against yours, her hands cupping your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her lips in a sensual kiss. You softly moaned into the kiss, the two of you smiling into it as her thumbs stroked your cheeks, her mouth moving against yours languidly as you leaned into her body, revelling in the feeling of her body so close to yours. Your hands glided down her body, resting on her hips, fingering sliding through the belt loops of her jeans to tug her closer to you, a smile playing on your lips as she pulls back, eyes darkening as she lets her gaze scan across your features.
It had been a tiring and eventful week with the twins now home constantly, yourself and Wanda juggling work and caring for the boys which proved harder than the two of you predicted, leaving you to both trudge into bed with nothing more than an innocent goodnight kiss. Now however, you longed to feel her touch, to be driven mad by her and it was becoming abundantly clear that she felt the same way about you.
The kiss that was slow and intimate swiftly built as desire and arousal pooled between your thighs, Wanda's fingers threading through your hair, tugging your head where she wanted as her leg slotted between your thighs, pressing into your core in the most perfect way. A groan left you when she pulled back from the kiss, your hips subtly grinding against her thigh when her teeth bit down on your lower lip gently and dragged it back, eventually releasing it and peering into your eyes with the most seductive look, the green in her eyes replaced with pure hunger.
"Detka," she sighs out sultrily at the shell of your ear, kissing along your jaw to murmur into your ear as she knew how wet her voice made you. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she groans lowly, accent wrapping around her words sinfully, your back arching off the wall to press further into her body, hips still slowly grinding against her leg, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, "I can't get enough of you."
"Fuck Wanda," is all you can managed back in response, the older woman letting her kisses travel down the side of your neck, sucking faintly to leave a brief red mark before licking up a stripe against the column of your throat, smirking when she could feel the vibrations of your groan. "I need you," you practically whimper, not caring how pathetic you must sound, eyes begging her to do something, anything to you as her lips meet yours again, tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth and swallowing your desperate sounds.
Her hands glide down your body as her tongue moves against yours, the kiss becoming lewd and messy as you mirrored her earlier actions, threading your fingers through her silky locks, keeping her close. You moaned into her mouth in surprise when her hands reached the back of your thighs, lifting you up and walking towards the bed as your legs wrapped instinctively around her waist, both of you smirking into the kiss. Gently, she lowered you onto the soft mattress, your hair sprawling behind you against the sheets as her body towered over you, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips as she lowered her mouth to ghost yours.
"Tell me what you want, Moya Lyubov," she husks out against your lips, nose brushing yours as she teasingly makes you try to chase her lips, smile turning dominant as she watches you part your lips, head tilting to try and catch her lips, eyes hazy with lust.
"You, just you," you sigh back, her leg returning to the spot between your thighs, firmly pressed against your core earning a moan in response, her eyes somehow darkening even more.
At your words, her mouth meets yours once more but this time it's different. It's hot, desperate and passionate but also loving and intimate, her conveying her love for you into it as she pours everything into the kiss, both of you moaning at the intensity of it. Your hands fist into the hem of her shirt, desperately holding her close as you get lost in the sensations of her addictive lips, touch, sounds. Fuck, she was just intoxicating.
Her fingers move to rest on the underside of your jaw, angling your head up for kiss after kiss as you gasp into each other's mouths, lips relentless as they refuse to part, your hips now comfortably grinding unabashedly against her knee, pleasure coursing through your mind.
"That's it Detka," she praises in a pant against you, eyes closed as she moves her kisses to your jaw, nibbling softly against the skin, sending a shiver down your spine as arousal continues to pool between your legs, panties well and truly soaked. "Use my thigh, that's a good girl," her tone a sinful murmur at your ear once more, a pathetic whimper escaping you.
"Wanda- Fuck," you moan out, hiding your face at the crook of her neck, lips attached to any bit of skin you can reach, mouth parting when she pushes her knee firmer against you for you to grind along, a string of desperate moans leaving you. You can hear her soft sighs and low moans as her body moves against yours, your hips frantically moving against her leg as you can feel the pleasure bubbling inside you, your orgasm swiftly approaching at her actions.
When a choked moan escapes you, clit brushing against her perfectly, Wanda moves her hand to your throat, guiding you away from her neck and forcing you to look into her eyes, submission evident in yours as hers radiate pure dominance. Your eyes flutter shut when another wave of pleasure washes through you, body teetering on the edge of your orgasm as her fingers remain applying a slight pressure to your throat, the older woman unable to stop thinking about how you were such a pretty mess for her.
"Please," you whine out, hands moving to her back, nails digging in through her shirt as you hold onto her as if your life depended on it, mouth crashing back to hers to try and muffle your moans as your hips start to lose their rhythm, moving uncontrollably against her.
"Please what?" she teases, knowing exactly what you want her to say.
"Wanda," you groan, fluttering your eyes open and pleading with her to just give you what you want.
"I want you to say it," she rasps out, moving one of her hands down your body to your hips, guiding you along her thigh, another moan being torn from the back of your throat.
"Please can I come?" you whimper, head lolling back against the mattress as you wait for her permission to come, wanting to be good for her. You always wanted to be her good girl.
"Come for me Detka," she whispers, mouth instantly claiming yours to muffle the guttural noise that leaves you, body crashing into a euphoric state as pleasure courses through you, hands clutching at her as your hips continue to rock against her. Wanda eagerly swallows up all the sinful sounds that leave you, her lips moving to your jaw as you struggle to kiss her back, lost for breath as your eyes flutter shut, body riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Her hand moves from your hips to your hair, brushing the stray strands out of the way as your eyes slowly flutter open, her kisses travelling across your face as you smile against her into the next kiss, this once slower as you gradually recover.
"Good girl," she praises once again, smirking at the way your cheeks instantly turn red, an embarrassed noise leaving you, her slowly pushing her body up slightly, moving to straddle your waist, the sight of her on top of you, breasts in your face, swiftly causing the embarrassment to fade away, arousal consuming your body once more.
"So pretty," you mumble, kissing her collar bones as you sit up, fingers moving to the hem of her shirt, pulling on it impatiently as she smirks at your eagerness. Her fingers replace yours, hands tugging off the clothing item, leaving you to be amazed at the sheer beauty of her, the word Aphrodite floating around in your mind. Your hands move to the soft skin at the curve of her hips, still unable to comprehend how beautiful she was as your lips pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses to the top of her breasts, eyes peering up at her.
"You look so fucking hot under me, Detka," she purrs out, fingers threading through your hair and pulling your head back, your fingers inching their way up her back to the clasp of her bra, deftly unclasping it and pulling the red fabric off her. Wanda keeps her eyes on you as your gaze flickers to her exposed chest, an enamoured and lustful expression taking over your face as your hand moves to cup one of her breasts softly, mouth descending on the other.
A soft, sensual sigh escapes her at the feeling of your tongue swirling over her nipple, hand gently squeezing her other breast, warm and wet mouth having pleasure spiking through her body. You groan around her chest when her hips grind against your lap, her hands gliding across your shoulders, nails scratching down your back making you delirious with arousal.
"Fuck," she groans out sultrily, hand shooting up to the back of your head, keeping your mouth at her chest, "Do that again Detka- shit, just like that, right there," she moans, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh before sucking on it, eyes looking up to watch her reactions.
After switching to the other breast and lavishing it in an equal amount of attention, Wanda tugs your head away from her chest, having had enough of the teasing as she needed to feel your bare skin against hers.
"Off. Now," she mutters against your lips, hands at the clothes you were wearing, her gracefully sliding off your lap to remove her own clothes, not having the patience to undress each other.
Almost immediately, her body is back on top of you, soft skin pressed deliciously against yours, your hands drifting down to her core, eager to please her. Just as your finger was about to slide through her dripping folds, her hand catches yours, fingers interlocking with yours, other hand copying the action with your other hand.
"Lay back for me," she whispers, smirk playing on her lips as she pins your hands above your head, her core resting above yours as you moan when you realise what she's about to do. "Spread your legs a little wider, Detka," she instructs, pressing her core against yours, both of you letting out a lewd noise at the warmth building in your cores.
"Wanda, you feel so good," you moan out, her body lowering, back arching her body into yours as her hips grind against yours, your hand squeezing hers. Her body rocks against yours, dragging all sorts of sinful sounds out of you as well as her, the feeling of your soaking cunt against hers driving the older woman crazy with desire, body chasing her orgasm. "Harder," you whimper out, the tone of your voice making a guttural groan leave Wanda, her lips crashing to yours to muffle the wanton noise that escaped her.
One of her hands releases yours to clutch the sheet near your head, bracing her body up as both of your hips start to stutter, the pleasure too much for the two of you to handle.
"Are you going to come for me again, Detka?" she pants out, tone teasing as she curses in Sokovian under her breath, lips lingering against your cheek as her hips press down harder against you, a whine leaving you. When all you can do in response is whimper, Wanda takes mercy on you, kissing you once more before resting her forehead against yours, "Yeah? Come with me, Moya Lyubov."
Pleasure crashed over the both of you at her words, your bodies grinding and rocking together as your orgasms wracked through you, moans spilling from your lips at the ecstasy you felt. Your fingers tightened against hers, wanting her close as she rests her bodyweight against you, catching her breath as your lips weakly meet her shoulder, exhaustion creeping up on you.
"Stay with me," Wanda whispers in a small chuckle, her fingers brushing over your cheeks as your eyes flutter open, meeting her softened green. "We need to clean up Detka, then we can sleep, I promise," she murmurs ever so softly, encouraging you to let her guide you into the bathroom to quickly clean yourselves up, her hands roaming your naked body innocently, simply giving you the touch you craved and giving into her want to touch you.
"I love you," you mumble against her shoulder as you lean against her, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into bed with her, neither of you bothered about pyjamas as you snuggle together. The feeling of her breasts pressing into you makes a small, drowsy smile to play on your lips, the older woman noticing the action as her fingers scratch your scalp softly, your head remaining at her shoulder as your arms wrap around her, fingers sliding up and down her back.
"I love you too," she whispers to your sleeping form as your body is lulled to sleep by her tender actions.
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A soft chuckle woke you up, the feeling of your pillow beneath you moving gently causing your eyes to reluctantly flutter open, searching for the culprit who woke you up. You expect to see humoured green in front of you but are pleasantly surprised at the sight of Wanda's bare breasts, the annoyed expression fading into a shy smile, face nuzzling back against her chest as it was just so comfortable.
"I have to go to work soon Detka, I'm sorry but you have to move," she murmurs, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you grumble in defiance.
"Just take the day off," you mumble, earning an angelic laugh in response, her body shaking once again under you softly.
"I can't Detka," she apologetically whispers, fingers soothingly scratching your scalp naturally. "But how about this," she says, piquing your interest as you marginally pull away from her chest, looking up at her with tired eyes, "You let me go to work, dressed," her words playful earning a smile from you, "And when the twins go to Pietro's at two, you can meet me in my office," you watch how her eyes sparkle with an indecipherable emotion, your mind curious as to what she had planned. "Oh, and wear that small,black skirt of yours, it will make things a lot easier for me," her tone drops an octave at the end of her words, a small groan leaving you at her suggestive words.
Only seven hours till two...
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Walking into the tower, you were amazed as always at the stunning architecture of the building Wanda worked in, gaze glued on the fancy interior of the elevator, watching as the floor numbers ticked by. Impatiently, you waited for it to finally reach Wanda's floor, excited and curious as to what she had planned out, her getting dressed in private this morning, something unusual. She loved to tease you in innocent ways like that, having you watch as she slowly pulled on her underwear or bra, eyes always trained on you with a teasing comment on the tip of her tongue, your mind curious as to why she didn't today.
Knocking on her door, you were soon met with a professional 'come in' from the other side of it, your hand eagerly opening the door. Your gaze landed on the figure sat behind the desk, eyes flickering away from her computer to look at you, smile widening as she slowly pushed herself off her chair, hips swaying as she sauntered over to you.
"Hey Detka," she whispers, pecking your lips before locking the door behind you, hands moving to your waist and carefully guiding you backwards towards her desk, your body eventually being pinned between her and the hard surface.
"Hi love," you murmur back in an equally affectionate tone, tilting your head up to steal another tender kiss.
Her eyes slowly take in your outfit, darkening significantly at the skirt you were wearing, gaze lingering on the teasing skin of your exposed thighs, her head snapping back up to meet your curious and excited gaze. Subconsciously, your tongue ran across your bottom lip, wetting it as you waited for her to make the first move, knowing roughly where this was going.
"Before we do anything Detka," she says, her hands resting on the desk beside your body, her taller stature towering over you, "I need to know if you're going to be quiet or if I'm going to have to gag you with something." Her words directly hit your core, cheeks flushing a deep red as her index finger rests under your chin, guiding your head back up to look at her as you momentarily avoided her gaze. "What's it going to be?"
"The gag... I think," you sigh out, hands holding onto her waist, her smirk almost predatory at your response.
"Remember your non-verbal safeword?" she mumbles into a kiss, wanting to feel your lips before she covers your mouth up, not wanting the whole office to hear you screaming her name.
"Tap your arm or thigh three times to stop," you whisper back, indulging in the messy kiss as her body presses into yours, an abrupt moan escaping you at the hard bulge you felt. "Is that..." Your words trail off as Wanda's hands lift you up onto her desk, lifting your skirt up to expose your panties, a visible wet patch already adorning the lace.
She hums in confirmation as her hand reaches over to the drawer of her desk, pulling out an old silk tie and showing it to you, watching your reaction closely as her hips slowly push up into yours, grinding the strap on hidden by her trousers against where you desperately needed her. When you nod, after another kiss of course, she ties it around your mouth and the back of your head, the fabric muffling your words as you test it's ability, the older woman satisfied with it.
"As much as I love your pretty moans Detka, I hope you understand why I'm doing this," she asks, fingers tracing the fabric around your mouth, lips briefly pressing against your temple. "I don't want my co-workers to know how much of a little slut you are for me," her words have you groaning around the tie, eyes fluttering shut as her hands glide down your body, fingers at your inner thighs, the back of them brushing your dripping core. Your reaction spurs Wanda on, her finger sliding your underwear to the side before gathering your arousal, slowly circling your clit to work you up even more.
"You love this, don't you?" she whispers at the shell of your ear, accent prominent as her thumb moves to circle your clit, letting her finger thrust into you, stretching you out and ensuring you were wet enough for the larger toy. "Being under my control, my beautiful girl to ruin," you moan around the black fabric, the noise dampened making Wanda smirk as she curls her finger inside you, warmth pooling in your core.
You muffle a plea around the gag, eyes staring into hers desperately as your hands clutch at her blouse, trying to pull her body closer. She gives in, not knowing how much time she'd have with you, and swiftly pulls the toy out of the restraining clothes, your eyes darkening as she positions it at your entrance, eyes searching yours for any hesitancy. When it's clear that there's none, she slides the toy into you slowly, revelling in the muffled sound of pleasure that escapes you, her hands going to your hips, holding you in place while your hands glide over her shoulders and settle on her back.
The slow pace quickly vanishes, her hips thrusting into you powerfully as she pounds the toy into you, the filthy sounds of your muffled moans, Wanda's sighs and the toy sliding in and out of you filling the room, adding to your arousal at how fucking hot this was. God, you had dreamed about being fucked on her desk but never thought it would happen especially like this. This was dirtier, hotter, more primal than you imagined as she fucked you like it was the last time.
Her hips were relentless as she took you on her desk in an animalistic manner, mouth at your neck, sucking a mark she knows will taint your skin, the thought of everyone knowing you were hers thrilling.
Your nails dig into her back when she angles her hips differently, the strap on hitting your sweet spot with every addictive thrust, Wanda's mouth moving to your ear, letting you hear her laboured breaths and seductive sighs. Her teeth nibble on your ear lobe, earning a groan that turns into a choked moan when one of her hands tighten their grip on your hips, the other moving to circle your clit, hips bucking as she continues to mercilessly fuck you.
"You can take it," she rasps out at your ear at a whimper that leaves you, your orgasm swiftly building at her actions, your mind completely fogged with arousal, body burning with every single one of her touches, arousal coating the toy causing it to make a filthy sound with every snap of her hips. "You're doing so well for me," she praises, biting down on your neck as her kisses descended, your nails digging in harder as your body teeters on the edge of your first orgasm, Wanda knowing the signs of your body as your legs moving to wrap around her waist, trying to pull her closer and deeper.
"Please," you muffle around the tie, her lips parting from the newly formed mark on your neck to meet your desperate gaze, her hand moving from your hips to your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as your eyes practically roll back.
"Come all over my cock, Detka," she purrs out, knowing what your needy gaze was asking her for, a loud muffled moan reverberating around the room as your head moves to the crook of her neck, body tensing and walls clenching around the toy, pleasure crashing through you as you come on her desk, hands clutching at her for support as wave after wave of euphoria floods through you.
"We're not finished yet," she murmurs into your ear, a low groan leaving you as the toy slips out of you, Wanda moving back to help you off the desk, roughly turning you around and bending you over the desk, a guttural noise escaping you.
Your mind can't comprehend the pure desire you feel, skin on fire as she slides your panties down your legs, lifting your skirt once more and positioning herself at your entrance once again. With one thrust, she's back deep inside you, your hands reaching for the end of her desk for support, one of her hands moving to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and pulling gently, tugging your head back.
"Fuck," she groans at the sight of you, her core throbbing at what she was doing to you, her eyes trained on how the toy slid in and out of you, her free hand lightly spanking your ass, earning a small groan. "You're mine, aren't you," she pants out, pulling your body up, her chest pressed into your back, lips at your neck, your hands bracing your body upright on the table.
You nod your head at her words, mind spinning as pleasure overrides all your senses, head lolling back against her as your eyes convey your deliriously lustful state, eyes practically black with desire.
"All mine," she murmurs, the base of the toy brushing her clit perfectly with the new position, a low curse leaving her lips and fuck you think that's the hottest thing you've ever heard. Her hand returns to your throat, indulging in both of your fantasies as she applies a little more pressure, a deep groan leaving you as your hips push back against her, your second orgasm about to flood through you.
The feeling of her spanking you once more sends you over the edge unexpectedly, body tensing in her arms as she holds you upright, pressing you further into the desk as you rock against the toy buried deep inside you, a string of muffled moans filling the room. Your orgasm is prolonged by Wanda grinding the toy into you, the base of it rubbing against her clit as she chases her own orgasm, following swiftly after you as her hips soon start to slow.
The two of you remain in that position, leaning into each other and catching your breath as you recover from your powerful orgasms, Wanda gently turning you in her arms and untying your gag, lips instantly claiming yours for a soft, loving kiss.
"You ok Dorogaya?" she whispers, eyes searching yours making your chest fill with love. You adored how she could go from being so rough and dominant to so soft and caring, always making sure you were alright.
"I don't think I can walk," you reply honestly, earning a small chuckle from her, her lips pressing against your temple as she pulls out, helping you support yourself against her desk as she quickly discards the harness and toy in her ensuite to clean and move later before returning to you.
"That good, huh?" she teases, wrapping her arms around you and helping you to the sofa at the side of her large office, sitting with you as she fixes your hair, your body leaning against her side.
"Always that good," you sigh back, unable to comprehend the sheer ecstasy the older woman makes you feel, her arms a place of security as you relax against her.
"How about, after I've checked my emails one last time, we head home and have a nice relaxing bath to recover before the boys get home?" she muses, knowing that you were going to be tired after last night and today, her fingers tracing random patterns at your side, lips meeting your hair, lingering as she waits for an answer.
"That sounds perfect on one condition," you say, turning your head to meet her curious green, her entertaining you and raising one of her brows.
"I get to choose the bath bomb this time," you mutter, her chuckling at your answer, nodding inevitably to your command, always wanting to give you everything and more.
"Of course Detka, you can choose the bath bomb," she replies with a hint of teasing to her tone, not that you minded. "I love you," she whispers before getting up, fixing her outfit and quickly going to her desk as you do the same, waiting for her to finish.
"I love you too," you murmur, her arms soon wrapping around yours, ready to take you home.
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certified lover boy |modern!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: max tells eddie he's a simp for you, and maybe he is. no, he most definitely is.
contains: language, mentions of drugs, modern!eddie and reader, mentions to mature themes 18+
"Baby, you just tell me what you want, and I'll pick it up, alright?" Eddie cooed into the screen of his phone, eyes flicking from you back to the road. One hand gripped the iPhone, the other held the wheel of the mustang, cruising down the backroads of Hawkins.
Max snarled her nose in disgust, eyes cutting over to Eddie. "Ok. I think I want pizza. Do you want me to order it and get it delivered?" Your voice carried through the car's speakers, the shuffling of whatever task you were doing in the background.
"If that's what you want to do." Eddie replied sweetly. "Or we can go out."
"I don't think I want to go out." You sighed. "I'll order it. I think I just want pizza and maybe to smoke a teeny tiny blunt. Is that ok?"
Eddie snorted. "That's fine with me. I have some papers with me."
"Will you roll it for me?" You asked sweetly. The sweetest Max had ever heard you speak. She wondered if you knew she was in the car.
"I always do, baby." Eddie purred lowly back at you, giving you a dazzling, dimpled smile. Max gagged silently, dramatically over Eddie's shoulder but he ignored her. "I gotta drop Red off, and then I'll be over."
"Ok," You hummed. "You want your usual?"
"Please?" Eddie grinned. "I'll Venmo you for it."
"I got it, Ed." You snorted lightly. "My treat. You just bring the weed."
Eddie rolled his eyes playfully. "Ok, I'll see you soon. Bye, baby."
"Bye." You chirped.
Eddie's eyes flicked towards the screen. "Love you." He added.
You smiled through the screen. "Love you." You replied before the call ended.
Eddie pocketed his phone, Max's face disgusted, nose twisted up in repulsion. "You're down bad, Munson." She scoffed, shaking her head.
Eddie rolled his eyes. "What?" He shrugged, she gave him a pointed look. "Oh, I'm down bad because I'm in love?"
"Ew!"
"What?" Eddie threw his hand out.
Max shook her head. "You're just... I don't know, it's gross." She shuddered. "You're all simpy for her."
"Simpy?" Eddie gawked.
"Yeah, you're a total fucking simp. It's gross." Max laughed.
Eddie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I am not a simp." He grumbled, defensive and a little huffy. He felt his phone ding in the center console, your name popping up followed by a string of emojis.
Max gave him a pointed look. "Really?" She asked sarcastically. "Really you're not?"
"Shut up." Eddie huffed, turning his phone over so she couldn't see the screen anymore. "Y'know, make fun of me all you want, but one day you're gonna be in love too-"
"-Oh, God, Eddie, please stop. 'M gonna be sick-"
"-I see the way you look at Sinclair. You think he won't make a move on you one day and you won't be the same way?" Eddie challenged.
Max blushed deep, the red on her cheeks nearly matching her hair. "Shut up. Me and Lucas are just friends you freak." She huffed.
Eddie snorted. "Right." He looked over at her playfully.
Max's eyes narrowed at him, blistering glare that Eddie just rolled his eyes at, he was used to it. "Whatever," She huffed, when Eddie pulled into the gravel drive of her trailer. "I'll never be a simp like you Munson." She declared smugly, reaching for the door handle.
"Right, you keep telling yourself that." Eddie snorted. "You just worry about selling that shit, you got me? We gotta settle up with Rick this Saturday."
"I got it." Max rolled her eyes, patting her backpack full of weed. "I'll have it sold by tomorrow. Going to a party tomorrow."
Eddie nodded. "You need a ride?"
"No," Max blushed, pausing for a moment. "Lucas is taking me."
Eddie barked out a laugh, clapping his hands together. "Oh really? Lover boy's gonna take you?"
Max huffed. "Shut up. We're just friends." She slammed the door to his Mustang. Eddie rolled down the window. "You go enjoy your pizza."
"Oh, I will." Eddie grinned, pushing the gear stick back.
"You're getting weak in the knees, Munson!" Max called from the steps. "Stand up, you fuckin' simp!"
Eddie laughed, shaking his head before pulling out of the driveway. If only she knew, Eddie grinned to himself, looking down at his phone. His heart rate picked up at your little message, 'on it's way. see you soon drive safe :)' so minimal- it had no business making his head spin the way it did, foot pressing further on the gas.
Probably for the best Max didn't know how in deep he was with you, she'd tease him relentlessly if she did. But how could he not be? You were perfect, Eddie was sure of it.
The way you always smiled so wide when you saw him, even when you had a bad day, your eyes lit up, grin crinkling up to your eyes. You’d hug him tight, muttering a quiet, “Hi, baby,” that always left him floating.
He’d bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deep. Your skin, your perfume- fuck, you smelled so good, intoxicating to him. He’d secretly spray your perfume, the pink, slender bottle on your nightstand, all over his clothes before he’d leave, pressing his nose to his collar when he wanted a whiff of you. Carrying you with him through the sweet scent of your perfume.
Or the way you’d hold his hand when you two would walk through the mall, lazily bumping hips while he carried the bags- he always insisted on carrying the bags. You’d drag him into Sephora or Aerie, and he’d just stand there with the basket, letting you pile it up and not complaining once.
He loved it the most when you’d go try things on. When he got to see you come out, spinning around and examining your body in the clothes. He had an excuse to gawk at you openly. You’d get frustrated when he’d tell you that you should get everything you tried on, that you looked good in anything you tried on.
He like it when you’d stop and smell candles, holding the open jar out towards him, giggling when he’d wrinkle his nose in displeasure at the scent. “No?” You’d raise your brows playfully, he’d shake his head.
He‘d get positively smitten when you’d sit at the Hideout with him, recording and snapping pictures on your phone of him and the boys to post later. Filming TikToks and hoping they’d go viral. One did, once, they’d gained some traction off of it and he was so thankful for you. Smiling proudly when you reported the video’s growth, and it spreading even wider across your face when the boys cheered you on for it.
He loved how funny you were, even when you didn’t mean to be. Pulling faces that left him shaking with laughter, or snarky comments that he couldn’t help but grin at. You were mean when you wanted to be, a little hedgehog with a prickly exterior and a soft underbelly. You were protective of him, he knew that. Saw it when you’d snap and sneer at the waitress who got too flirty, eyes daggers that scared her off. Just as venomous, if not worse, when some guy flirted with you at a party. Sending him retreating with his tail tucked between his legs, your hand on Eddie’s leg or wrapped around him, touching him somehow to show your claim. You usually would kiss him deep, trailing down his neck and sucking a deep bruise into the porcelain skin of his neck. It was more PDA than you usually would give, but with him, you didn’t care- it drove him wild in the best way.
He was glad Max or anyone else wasn’t around to see how soft he got around you. Especially in the intimacy of your relationship, when the two of you were alone. He’d lay on top of you, head in your chest, smothering himself into your breasts while you played with his hair. Twisting and twirling the ringlets around your finger, pressing kisses to his head while he laid there, letting himself be babied by you. He never expected you to be so caring and sweet like that, it had taken a while for that side to come through, but once you showed him a tiny shred of it, he was hooked for life.
Eddie liked how sweet you were then, but nothing compared to how sweet you were to him when he was between your legs, lapping at your cunt like it was his lifeline. Like his only purpose in life was to please you, and he was convinced it was. Your voice would lilt, nasally and high- nearing a whine. You’d sing his praises, back arched and writing while he devoured you. You were so sweet, tasted so sweet, sounded so sweet. To hell with what anyone else thought about you, Eddie knew you were sweet, his sweet girl.
And you knew him too, the Eddie that the world didn’t see- or he tried not to let see. The sweet, dedicated, lovestruck boy who bended to your whim. Who would do anything and everything for you, did everything for you. Eddie Munson, the simp- no, the certified lover boy. Your certified sweet lover boy.
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Coitus interrupted.
Starring: Giyuu Tomioka x f!reader; Kyojuro Rengoku x f!reader;
Warnings: nsfw, language, oral sex (reader receiving), oral sex (Giyuu receiving), mention to death, depression and alcoholism in Rengoku’s part, modern au, accidental voyeurism, humping;
Format: short imagine;
Plot: you and your boyfriend were having a steamy make out session, but one thing leads to another and you found yourselves moaning each others name. Everything was great, until someone interrupted you. Will it kill the mood, or ignite a devious spark within them?
Author note: Hi there! I have decided to do a re-make of a drabble posted on my old wattpad account, because I have realized that, although I am a huge Rengoku simp, I have not posted anything about him. Shame on me. As you may have noticed, I have already posted a “Coitus interrupted” about Muzan, Douma and Kokushibo because an anon had requested it. I am now serving you with some Hashira contents because why not :)
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Kyojuro Rengoku.
Spending the night with your boyfriend and his little brother meant only one thing: a good, tasty dinner and a warmth shower of love and affection from the Rengoku brothers. Since their mother had tragically passed away, Shinjuro had fallen into a dark loop of depression and alcoholism. He barely took care of the house and Senjuro depended solely on his older brother and you.
Sometimes, when you two took him out for a stroll at the park, people asked if he was your kid and that made your heart explode with joy. You deeply cared about the younger Rengoku and you would have done anything in your power to help your beloved boyfriend in being a parental figure for him. Kyojuro was literally the sun incarnated. He was a caring boyfriend, an amazing friend and the shoulder you could cry on every single time you needed someone to rely on.
Being there for him and his family was truly the least you could do.
Falling in love with him had been easy. You were catastrophically in love with him and, when he had asked you to be his wife a few months ago, you did not have to think twice before accepting his proposal.
Now, it was a hot summer night and you had just successfully put Senjuro to sleep. He was, apparently, full of energy that evening and, after a delicious dinner the three of you had cooked without setting the house ablaze, you and your soon to be husband could finally have the time to enjoy your intimacy in the privacy of his bedroom. Life had been a little chaotic, as of late, and making some spare time to relax and indulge into something more than just ferven kisses shared in the shadows was truly rare.
As soon as you two entered Kyojuro’s bedroom, your back hit the soft mattress of his bed and the air was temporary knocked out of your lungs for the impact. His bright eyes bored into yours as he captured your lips in a tender, but hungry kiss. You could tell he was starving, but so were you and the way you returned the kiss with equal passion spoke volumes.
He peppered your cheeks in kisses, his body hovering over yours as he made sure not to crash you with the weight of his muscular body “Can I taste you? — he lowly said, as his nose brushed against yours — I skipped the dessert just for you, little flame”.
His usual booming tone was long gone and you knew exactly what he meant by that.
As you nodded your head and spread your legs wider for granting more access to him, Kyojuro smiled softly and curled the skirt of your dress up your thighs. He did not ever bother to tug your panties down, he did not want to waste any precious time, after all. Therefore, pushing the thin and now soaked fabric to the side, he delved into your heat.
He slowly began to kiss his way up to your core and you left out soft moans, your half-lidded eyes glancing down at your man and the erotic vision he was providing you. There was not a single inch of your thighs he neglected. Your hand snapped down, fisting his soft blonde locks gently, as you tried to hold back your moans.
You were too lost into your pleasure and Kyojuro was too focused on you, his deft tongue about to reach your aching spot, to hear someone unlock the front door and drag his feet along the floor. When you eventually heard someone scoffing, and your eyes flicked up to see a disgusted Shinjuro on the threshold, it was too late. Your boyfriend whipped his head towards the door and his father did not lose his chace to torment him again.
“Argh, at least, I hope you got talent in that!” Shinjuro commented, shutting the door closed behind him as he left.
You gaped in shock and Kyojuro shrugged, smiling at you softly, before making you forget that little inconvenience.
“I won’t let him ruin our moment” he whispered to you and he actually stack up to his oath.
Giyuu Tomioka.
You had thought that inviting your boyfriend over to celebrate your birthday together was a good idea. It was the first time you finally had the chance to have him sleep over without your boisterous family around to interrupt your moments of intimacy. Giyuu, naturally, obliged your request and by the time you were done with your make-up and hair, the door bell rang.
“Saying that you are breath-taking is an understatement…” he had barely murmured, handing you a small bouquet of red roses as you opened the door for him.
Your reserved and stoic boyfriend always found a way to leave you speechless and his small, loving gestures made butterflies flutter in your stomach. The night had just begun and you were confident about a glorious, positive outcome as it unraveled under your eyes. The attentions, the sweet words and kisses and even the shiny pendant he had gifted you with were small steps that inevitably led you to one result: a passionate make-out session on the sofa.
You had been kissing for a while, your lipstick staining the white collar of his shirt, along with his thin lips and Giyuu had boldly made you sit on his lap. Your hair were disheveled at this point, but you could not care less. Teasingly, you started to grind down on him and the Giyuu dropped his usual façade. You could feel his bulge pressing against your thigh and you decided to properly thank him for the special treatment he had gifted you with all night long.
Low and deep grunts of pleasure fell from his lips as you repeated the action a few more times, before aiming to the second step.
You hastily dropped to your knees, your hands reaching up to unbuckle his belt to give him a good blow job, as your boyfriend eyed you in awe. His lips were slightly parted as you unzipped his pants amd freed his erection. Your tongue swirled around the pinkish tip to give him a taste of what was about to come, when the door flew open and a familiar voice resounded in the room “Happy birth—” Uzui said, cutting himself off.
You blushed furiously and Giyuu hastily grabbed a pillow to cover himself. Humiliating, it was so humiliating. Your brother was absolutely shocked and your boyfriend was probably about to faint.
You three stayed silent for a minute straight, none of you dared to talk, until Uzui cleared his throat and took his leave “Woah! Are you two... Please, go ahead! See you later!”.
AUTHOR NOTE.
Hello there! The satisfaction of getting another draft out of my way is incredible. I’ll do my best to take care of some requests and then start my birthday event! Stay tuned! As per usual, thank you so much for supporting this blog. Likes, comments and re-posts are truly appreciated!
Until next,
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Can I request a spicy fic of reader suggesting to Astarion that they should play a 'prey and hunter' game in the woods, Astarion gives reader a head start. Eventually he catches up & he can't hold back his need to feed from his little love.
"Run. Rabbit, Run."
Triggers for prey/predator style roleplay? Blood drinking. Brief breeding kink. Come swallowing. Squirting. Very rough on Astarion's part but it's all good cuz safe words have been established :p
Note: Just know my simp ass is thriving. I'm sorry. My tism-hyperfixated on a white-haired anime boy again. Also I absolutely wrote this as Ranger!Tav x Astarion.
Astarion raised a brow at her suggestion. There was an undeniable thrill in his body. His voice lowered as they stepped into the woods. "Are you sure? I am…faster than you."
His eyes darted to your neck, licking his lips eagerly.
"Which is why," Tav chuckled, stepping slowly from his hand. Her steps took her back towards the trees as she faced him. She was just as thrilled and excited about this game.
"You're going to give me a ten-second headstart," She finished with a grin.
"Or," He cooed, stepping closer. "A minute. One. Two."
Tav darted into the trees, disappearing into the fog. Astarion's count echoed tauntingly through the trees. She couldn't help her gleeful giggle as she began to tug at the buttons on her shirt.
"Fifty-two…Fifty-three," He hummed almost lazily.
Astarion could hear her heart thudding. He could hear her blood rushing. He could hear her feet trying desperately to be quiet as she darted over the foliage.
His heart thudded with excitement.
"Fifty-nine."
He could smell her arousal.
"Sixty."
Like a whip, he darted through the trees. He found the trail of her scent as his feet barely touched the ground. His eyes locked onto a branch as he ran by.
Her shirt was hanging from it, as well as her undershirt.
Astarion couldn't help the smirk as his pace increased. Her scent filled his senses. His mouth watered as he closed in. He barely saw her before he had her pinned to the forest floor.
Tav grunted when she was slammed to the ground, a hand sliding under her head to protect her from harm. He was on her, pressing his body into her as she stood with her torso bare to the world.
She let out a laughing sigh as his fangs latched onto her. His legs were keeping hers spread over his lap, grinding into her as he drank deeply.
His moan filled her ears. He pressed himself into her as his hands fumbled to undo her trousers and yank them away quickly.
Astarion quickly pulled his fangs away and licked at the wounds as her trousers bunched at her thighs. He folded her legs back and bent his head, tongue finding her folds.
"Fuck, Star!" She moaned quietly, writhing.
"Down, little rabbit," He snarled eagerly. "You're my hunt. Now I'll devour you entirely."
His tongue shoved into her needy hole. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back at the assault as she writhed on the forest floor, letting him take control of her.
Astarion's hands clutched the backs of her thighs, keeping her in place as he ate her out. He moaned as he tasted her, enjoying the flavor of her before his fangs found her leg.
Tav let out a low moan as she shook and rocked her his down. He drank from her leg before pulling away. His tongue lapped over the wound before returning to her cunt.
"Oh gods, Astarion," She moaned, arching off the ground.
His chest swelled in pride as he listened to her moans. It was like she fueled his hunger. He couldn't tell which he was starved more of; her blood or her essence.
Astarion pulled away, quickly shoving down his pants. "My darling," He groaned as he stroked himself.
He slid in slowly, relishing in her soft moan as he held her to him. "That's it, Darling," He groaned, feeling how tight she was around him.
They stayed like that a long moment, relishing in the feeling of their connection. He was pressing deep into her, watching her pant and moan lowly.
"That's my good girl," He whispered, cupping her face and kissing her as he began to thrust slowly.
Tav's eyes rolled back as she arched off the ground.
"Look at you—such a good girl. You tried to run," He chuckled softly as he made sure to steady his movements. He relished in the way she writhed under him. "Darling," He growled, almost in warning. "What's the magic word?"
Magic word. Their rule. If she so much as uttered the word, everything would stop. She established it after they became a couple, insisting the word was for his use to ensure his comfort and safety.
"Stake," She whispered, cupping his face. "Star, please. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
How could he say no to her pathetic whining face?
"So good for me," He praised as he began to thrust hard into her.
Astarion grunted as he moved hard against her body, relishing in the way she writhed under him and moaned his name. Her eyes kept fixated on his as he watched her expressions.
She was completely lost in him. No longer was she the guarded ranger who composed herself to fight their enemies. Here in the forest, beneath a vampire, she was a woman in love with him.
"Fuck, I love you," He moaned, kissing her as he grinded into her. He smirked as she could only stutter and whine his name against his lips. "That's it, Darling. My good girl. Just let go for me."
He smirked as her eyes rolled back before hiding her face into his neck. He loved the way she lost herself in him. She always let him take control, always let him be the dominant. He just loved the way she submitted to him entirely, allowing him to treasure this vulnerability of hers.
"I-I love you too," She rasped out, shaking under him as he dragged out her orgasm. "I love you so much. Fuck, Star! Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Astarion growled as he rutted into her, reaching down and rubbing her clit. He smirked as she began to squirt over his pelvis.
"That's a good rabbit," He praised. "Oh feel so good. So fucking wet," He moaned, angling his hips. He smirked as he bent, lips against her ear. "You know what little rabbits are good for? Hm? Do you, my good girl?"
She panted and moaned, cheeks hot with embarrassment as he began to taunt her. He was always a devil when it came to his words, she knew.
"I-I—Ah!" She gasped as his thumb kept rubbing quick patterns.
"Breeding," He snarled into her ear as his fangs gripped her neck again. His teeth claimed her as he kept fucking into her, listening to her yelps of pleasure. "Fuck, Tav!" He groaned into her neck.
He thrust hard a few more times, dragging out her pleasure before quickly pulling out. His hand pumped a few times before her body moved. He was shocked by her swiftness but couldn't stop his moan as her lips wrapped around his cock.
Astarion quickly gripped her hair tight and thrust into her throat. "Fucking good girl," He groaned, biting his lip as he finally began to orgasm.
Tav's pupils were practically consuming her irises as she drank down his seed, bobbing her head and sucking eagerly. Her hands cupped her breasts, using them as a way to catch the drops that dripped down her chin.
Astarion shuddered and looked down at her. "Gods, look at you. So fucking perfect," He muttered affectionately as he smoothed her hair with his hands. "My good girl."
Her cheeks warmed as he pulled away, letting her swallow the last bit of his seed before panting and sitting on her heels.
His lips found her forehead before kissing her lips gently.
"So depraved," He muttered, smirking down at her. Her body was shaking as she knelt on the forest floor, pants bunched around her soaked thighs as his cum dripped onto her chest from her chin. "Such a messy girl."
Tav whimpered as his thumb swiped up his seed from her chin and pressed against her lips. He sighed happily as she sucked his thumb clean.
"Gods, I love you," He said happily, cupping her face. "Perfect little thing."
She smiled as he kissed her again. "I love you too, Star."
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[Katsuki pov]
“Oi…” my voice whispers into your ear, allowing my heated breath to waft it as I come up behind you, allowing a slight rumble to enter my voice as my bigger form looms over yours from behind. “What do you think you’re doing simping for those damn extras when I’m right here?”
One of my hands rises, gently combing its fingers through your hair in slow strokes as I growl softly. The fresh shower I had just taken is allowing my natural musk to fill the air, surrounding you in its scent and permeating every single molecule in the air as I brush my lips against your earlobe when I prevent you from turning around to face me. “You got some damn nerve, you know, thinking I wouldn’t catch you…”
The palm of my hand slipping around your waist to rest against your stomach gives a slight squeeze as I activate my quirk just enough to heat your soft skin; it’s not a threat, as I’ve taught you before so many times, but it does convey when I am feeling jealous. My heated breath wafts your sensitive neck as I press my temple against yours while my other hand falls to your hip to keep you facing away.
“Don’t you dare try to turn around again until I say so. I’m not done with you yet.” I press my entirely against your back, smirking when I feel you tremble when you realize I didn’t have anything other than the towel wrapped around my waist, allowing the leftover spray from the shower drip from my blond hair to trickle down my built body and absorb into your clothing. “This is killing you, ha? Not being able to look at me in my glory knowing I just showered…”
I growl lowly when you try to speak in your defense, catching the lobe of your ear in my teeth. “I don’t want to hear your lame ass excuses.” A huff sounds from my throat when the hand I have on your stomach lowers to your abdomen as the heat it’s producing grows. “You really think I’m going to believe that? No way in hell.”
The smirk raising my lips becomes devilish as your squirm when my heated fingers sink beneath your waistband and touch your folds. Another growl slips from me and into your ear as I find you completely soaked to the point where my fingers instantly become coated in your essence. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet…” I exhale hotly into your ear as I give a slow grind of my pelvis against your ass in slow motions, my cheeks dusting with heat that wasn’t from the shower when feeling you press back against me with a moan. Using my heated fingers I find the sensitive little clit you’re trying to hide by shifting in my hold and give it a firm press as my teeth scrape along the side of your neck, giving a rough thrust with my hips so you feel my now raging erection. “You should’ve said something instead of fantasizing those other weaklings…when you needed a real man to fulfill those wants, those desires that only I can satisfy.”
My hand that had been on your hip suddenly rises to gently cup your throat and jaw when you try to look at me. Thanks to my quirk the pads of my fingers and palms are calloused slightly, rubbing and tantalizing your being in a torturous way that I know you secretly love as I exhale with a growl into your ear. “Be a good little brat and face the wall until I tell you. Don’t make me anymore pissed than I already am.” A brush of my lips makes the fine hairs across your body rise, the pulse in your neck quickening visibly, and I suppress a groan at the sight of your being starting to tremble. “That’s it, forget all of those wannabe weaklings…focus on the man who has you in his arms…”
(I really hope it’s okay I tag you here, I’m still learning! I hope you enjoyed!)
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Secret Crush
Oscar x black!fem!reader
Warnings: just fluff, Oscar being a simp, flirting
Word count: 1.7k
He felt like he was visibly shaking. He wouldn't stop bouncing his foot while he sat in the chair. Three bottles of liquor and a shot glass to his left with an empty awaiting chair in front of him. Today was the day he'd finally admit his feelings to his crush and what better way to do it than with some liquid courage, a room full of cameras and in front of thousands of viewers?
Thanks to his little brother Cesar, he received an email from one of the producers of a YouTube channel called 'Cut' for their popular segment of Truth or Drink. He wasn't for it at first but in the words of his younger sibling it was time for him to "grow a pair." Reminding him he should've smacked him in the head for this.
It was plain as daylight that he had a crush on her, he hated the feeling though-- the way his heart would almost burst out of his chest when he saw her, the way he would listen attentively when she spoke and how that sweet smooth voice of hers could have him hypnotized all day. He wasn't used to these feelings it almost scared him.
"Hi. Do you mind telling us your name?" The lady standing next to the camera greeted bringing him down from his thoughts. "Wassup, my name is Spooky." He nodded not giving his government name.
"And why are you here?"
He lowly chuckled while shaking his head. "I am here to tell my crush that I like her."
"Does she have any idea why she’s here today?"
He shook his head. "She's actually a fan of these videos, but I told her we were doing truth or drink friends." Lowkey hated that he had to lie to her. "Is it okay if we bring her out now? Are you ready?"
Spooky took a deep breath and nodded as he sat up straight, the same lady had gone to the backrooms to summon her. She came back out with her hot on her heels, Spooky had a small glimmer in his eyes as he smiled at her, she was all bright and cheery as she waved to him. "Hola papito."
"Hola mamita." He beamed, his brown eyes following her as she sat down. She rested her hands on the table and turned over to the camera. "And who do we have here?"
"I am Y/n."
"Heard you're a fan of these videos."
She turned to look at Spooky knowing he was the only one who would binge-watch these with her. "Yeah, it's a bit nerve-wracking to be on the other side."
"So, how do you two know each other?"
Y/n started to giggle. "His little brother is dating my cousin, so I met him at one of our family functions."
Spooky's tongue poked the inside of his cheek fighting so hard not to smile as he himself recalled the first time he met her and how she dragged him inside when he claimed he was only dropping off Cesar. He was glad she did it.
The producer allowed them to take one shot before the questions started, Spooky poured her drink for her and slid it over before pouring his own, they clinked the glasses and threw their heads back to quickly down the burning drink. Y/n's eyes squeezed shut and her head shook as she reached for the glass of juice next to her. She wasn't much of a drinker but if it was being offered she'd take it.
The cards were laid out faced down in front of them, each person had their own stack. He offered that she go first, she picked up the first card almost nervous to do so since she knew a lot of these questions could take a turn at any time. "What is something about me that you find intriguing?" He watched as she put down the card next to the stack she just took it from. "I don't know if it's weird to say this but you change a lot. Your hair is different every time I see you and I like that, it's cool to see that you can do so much with it. You watch one video and recreate a style perfectly, I like it."
She flashed a smile. "It's not weird to say, thank you I appreciate that. I always feel like they don't turn out good."
"Nah they turn out amazing, trust me." He said getting ready to pick a card.
"Do you have a favourite style of hers?"
He nodded. "I like when it's up and it's got a little puff at the top. Sometimes she'll... make it curly, sometimes she won't. I like it either way."
"What are my toxic traits?" He rolled his eyes placing the card down.
Y/n raised her eyebrows. "You are so hard-headed." Spooky kissed his teeth turning his head away from her, she laughed and pointed. "See! You guys have no idea how many times I tell him 'I told you so.' All because you don't want to listen."
He looked back over to her fighting another grin but that dimple of his gave him away. He gently kicked her under the table and she returned it a bit harder. The producers could already tell the dynamic they most likely have outside of this interview, childish and playful, he was such a serious person when he was sitting in that chair but the minute she came out he was a different person. They had chemistry there was no denying that.
Y/n flipped over her card, reading it in her head first and blushing at the fact that she really had to ask this. "Would you say you're a good kisser?" She was pretty interested in knowing.
He looked over at the camera and back at her. "I would say I am yeah."
"Do you use tongue?" The lady in the background instigated. Spooky nervously laughed, his hand went to the back of his neck, he lightly scratched it as he nodded his head. Y/n bit her lip and shuffled in her seat feeling a sudden heat and tingle building in the pit of her stomach.
He reached for another question. "Rate my attractiveness on a scale of 1 to 10." That was more of a statement than a question.
"10."
Spooky's face fell, not in a bad way but more in a surprised way, he did not expect her to answer so quickly. Y/n shrugged providing an explanation. "Spooky, sweetie, I'm not blind. You are very attractive. I'm not the only girl who thinks so either." A subtle jab at the number of girls she sees flocking to him whenever he has a Santos party or even if he's just merely driving around town.
She had no reason to be jealous, at least that's what she told herself, but she couldn't help but feel a little disdain towards them. "Hold on, I kind of want to know what you rate me."
Spooky reached over for a bottle and poured some liquor, Y/n's mouth hung open and her heart sank, she could feel her posture slouch in disappointment. He raised the glass to his lips before saying, "20." He winked at her before tipping his head back.
Her frown quickly disappeared. "Pendejo."
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They went back and forth until the pile became smaller and smaller. "If we were to have sex, what would you do to me or what would you let me do to you?"
Spooky was full-on blushing at this point. Y/n shrugged reaching for a drink. "If you're lucky, querido, you could find out." She answered.
She was teasing him and he was liking it. "We're actually going to have Spooky pick up another card, sorry, we didn't get that shot." The producer lied.
He inhaled deeply and exhaled enough that it almost sunk his chest in. He picked up another card, staring at it a bit longer than the others, he cleared his throat as he put it down. "Can I just take a shot instead?"
"Boy, just ask the question, you know you can ask me anything." Y/n reassured. He exhaled once more and just went for it. "I have a crush on you..."
Her eyes widened slightly and her shoulders relaxed. "No you don't."
"I do."
Y/n squinted and reached over to the card that he had just put down wondering whether this was a joke or not. And it wasn't. The card instructed that he confess his feelings. "Oh shit..."
That wasn't the answer he was looking for, now all of a sudden he was starting to be filled with regret, he knew doing this was stupid. Y/n noticed his demeanour change and quickly responded. "Spooky... I like you too."
"You do?"
She nodded eagerly. "A lot. Why do you think I pulled you into the party when we first met? I thought you were so fine, and then we started talking... and then I saw you again and we kept seeing each other outside of Monse and Cesar..." She was rambling, she was rambling nervously. He placed his hand on top of hers, a small gesture to get her to stop before she talked her head off.
"I'm not gonna lie yo, I was nervous to do this, nervous you wouldn't like me back."
"Oh papito, what's not to like?" She cooed.
"So what is the plan now?"
Spooky looked at Y/n. "Good question. I say I'll take you on our first date tomorrow. If you're cool with that."
"I am more than cool with that."
"Come here." Spooky held onto her hand as she stood up from her seat, she pulled down her skirt a bit a made her way over to him comfortably sitting on his lap. His free hand wrapped around her waist.
"Well, I think we'll end it here. I just want to thank you two for coming on, and I wish you nothing but luck on this, hopefully, new journey."
Y/n grinned. "Thank you."
"Thanks."
As the team took down the equipment they stayed seated together. He placed a hesitant and gentle kiss on her shoulder. "Maybe I should take you on a date now instead."
She placed her hand on his cheek, pressing a kiss on his nose. "Let's go then."
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─ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.
❛ ♡. gif credit.
★ ── modern!aemond comes home early to surprise his little wife.
◜ ♡ ⃗ ⎯⎯ [3:41 pm — aemond targaryen]
she had just finished cutting the strawberry, crème sandwiches into diagonal slices as the front door opened— revealing her beloved husband, aemond targaryen.
smiling, she hurried over to him, helping him remove his long, leather jacket, before bending down to untie and remove his black, combat boots.
once she placed both things neatly away, she returned to her patiently waiting husband and reached up on the tips of her bare, pedicured toes—which were painted pale, baby pink—and kissed his soft, pillowy lips -- humming at the minty flavor he always seemed to taste of.
“hello, my love,” she greeted him softly, after pulling away from him to continue preparing his lunch. she hummed softly as she worked, grabbing a handful of salted almonds and placing them into a tiny container for later to snack on.
aemond hummed, walking up behind her and wrapping his long, lean arms around her— pulling her back slightly so that she was snuggly pressed back against his hard, front torso— making her smile with happiness.
“my love, i need to finish preparing your lunch,” she says with a light giggle, feeling him bend down and press multiple kisses along the sides of her neck and collarbones, where he knew she was most sensitive.
“i’ve missed you,” he murmured, nearly whining as he lightly scraped his teeth against her thumping pulse point, before beginning to suck on her earlobe, humming in content at the delicious taste of her soft, silky skin.
she made a giggling sound, trying to pull away as she finished cutting a few slices of apple—without the skins—just as aemond preferred, before turning around to face him.
he towered over her, a small smirk on his lips as he bent his knees down to press his lips to hers, wrapping his strong arms around her waist tightly— possessively.
“hm.. my pretty, little wife— you are truly perfection,” he says lowly, before pressing his lips back against hers, moaning at the sweet, honeyed taste of her -- his tongue slipping inside of her warm, wet mouth.
“gods,” aemond groaned into the kiss, hearing her whimper and try to kiss him back with the same intensity as he was kissing her. “i am so lucky to have you— my sweet girl, my only love,” he tells her, his voice boarding on obsessive.
“i love you, i love you, i love you— you’re mine, all fucking mine… say it,” he demands, voice deep and nearly begging—gods, if aegon ever found out that he spoke to his wife this way, he’d call him a fucking simp and never hear the end of it.
she giggles femininely, flashing him a pretty, lovesick smile as she was so used to her husband’s possessive behavior over her, “i love you, aemond— i am yours,” she purrs, fluttering her eyelashes up at him innocently -- like a sweet, little virgin.
aemond smirked, leaning around her and swiping a long finger behind her into the homemade whipped cream she had made, pulling it back and sucking the sweetness into his watering mouth, a soft hum escaping him— tasting the sweet aroma of vanilla extract.
“delicious,” he purred, smirking down at her -- before he swiped another finger into the whipped cream, holding out his long, calloused finger near her plush, pink lips to give her a taste.
she gave him a look of surprise, raising an eyebrow at his teasing grin as she wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking the whipped cream off of his digit with a soft, breathy moan.
“and to think… you’ve made my favorite strawberry sandwiches too,” he says conversationally, his voice deep and husky as he looked down at her with a dilated, amethyst eye -- which was burning with desire.
“i have an idea,” aemond announces suddenly, watching his wife hungrily suck on his index finger, his eye darkening with lust.
aemond suddenly pulled his finger away, running the long, calloused fingers of his right hand over his wife’s exposed shoulder as he pressed her back more firmly against the large, kitchen countertop that he had built for her out of marble.
she gave him a curious look, doe eyes blinking up at him innocently and pink lips slightly parted in question. “yes, my love?” she asks him sweetly, her voice high-pitched and as sweet as the whipped cream she had made just for him.
aemond let out a soft sigh, letting his calloused fingertips brush down and over the thin, pink tank-top, admiring the little white flowers decorating the thin material that covered her perky breasts— her nipples hardening as he moved down closer and closer -- before tweaking a nipple between his long, deft fingertips.
he heard her gasp softly, her back arching into him and her heavy eyelids fluttering with lust, her cunt becoming more and more wet the more time he paid attention to her.
…he drove her absolutely wild.
aemond hummed lowly, giving a nod, “how about we put this delicious lunch away for later that you’ve made for me… oh, so lovingly— and how about i eat you instead, hm?” he murmured softly, though there was a hint of darkness to his voice as he began to grind his hardening cock into her lower belly, making her whimper pathetically for him.
she gasped softly, doe eyes wide and blinking repeatedly, before nodding eagerly in agreement, already starting to put the lunch away for later consumption for when they were both hungry after their… activities.
aemond happily trailed after his little wife, watching as she placed the food away neatly in the refrigerator -- the front of his hard, clothed torso pressed firmly against her back.
he started pressing ravenous kisses down the right side of her delicate neck once again— enjoying the sight of the purple blemishes he’d made last night -- while sucking and biting the smooth skin as if his wife was a sweet, forbidden fruit made specifically for him.
she knew how aemond could get -- her husband could become nearly frenzied— practically a beast when it came to her, and it seemed she was in for a long afternoon of orgasm after orgasm, as he whispered hotly that he wished for nothing more than to feast on her sweet, little cunt.
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MYSTERY OF LOVE !
kenma kozume’s girlfriend casually walks in on his stream and spends some time with him.
notes: kenma kozume x reader. established relationship, streamer!kenma and reader, kind of tenz and kydae relationship (cus im a simp for them).
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“hey, sorry if ‘m interrupting, but you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. want me to make something particular for you or my mom’s lasagne will be okay?” you entered your boyfriend’s office, leaning on the doorway with a worried expression on your face. his eyes shot to you almost immediately, and you could watch his face lightening up upon seeing your silhouette.
“fuck me, it’s been a whole day already?” he asked, tilting his head back by pulling his (a little too long) hair. “whatever you’ll bring me i’d eat with pleasure, love.” a shadow of smile spread over his face as you nodded. “thanks, love you.”
it also turned out that he didn’t mute his stream, and everyone heard his show of affection to you. the whole chat spammed with hearts and awws as you were a common guest on his streams since you were a streamer yourself.
after a few minutes of playing, you walked into the room again, staying off-screen as you handed him the plate with promised lasagne. “don’t you wanna say hi?” he asked, looking at you with a small beam.
it’s been a few months since you revealed your relationship accidentally, there was a glimpse of you, giving your boyfriend a smooch on the lips during one of the irl live-stream of your close friend. the internet had already known you were friends, so announcing that you weren’t only good friends was a hot topic for you two, deciding if you should do it.
“hello chat” you spoke out softly, appearing on the stream with a smile, you could feel kenma’s arm wrap around your waist prior to pulling you to sit on his lap. “wait, have you pulled for nilou on my account already? am telling you chat, this boy is the luckiest one out there.”
“it’s obvious i’m lucky, i have you.” his arm tightened around your waist, as he rested his head on your shoulder, ready for all the edits to flood his twitter timeline. “i haven’t though, do you wanna see how she loses 50/50 with jean?” your boyfriend chuckled, switching the scene so the viewers could only see you.
“stop saying that. i’m gonna off myself if i get another constellation of her. i’m serious chat.” you stated, a serious grimace on your face as kenma logged into your account and switched back the scene when the loading screen appeared. “i’ve been playing on ken’s account lately, yknow farming artifacts for his nilou and gooood, she’s so gorgeous.” you dragged out, shifting on his lap as he opened the wishing window.
viewer kodzuken wished for nilou?? he said she’s shitty
“i didn’t say she’s shitty, i think she’s not worth wishing for.” he answered, making the first ten pull. “yet you still have her in your main party?” you frowned.
“it’s because i know you like her.” he confessed, making you melt internally. you turned your head to face your boyfriend and left a peck on his lips. “you haven’t noticed? i hate playing with the bloop bloop skin in valorant, but it’s your favorite so i always have it on.”
you were about to reply when the game shined with gold. “SHE’S COMING!” you shouted, but then, almost as if your boyfriend cursed it, you saw jean on the screen. “you’re sleeping on the couch today.”
he laughed lowly in respond as he continued to pull on the hydro character’s banner until another gold show on the screen (literally twenty pulls later). “she came home, told you, you’d get her.”
when the stream finally ended, and kenma finally took a break to eat a proper meal besides a few bars of snickers. you sat beside him at the couch, and watch him as he eat. “you should start eating during streams, baby. i’m getting worried.” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “almost a ten hours long stream and you ate three snickers and drink at least four energy drinks, ‘s not healthy at all.”
“i’m sorry, love. i’ll set myself a reminder, okay? don’t your pretty head worry.”
#haikyuu kenma#haikyuu x female reader#streamer!kenma#kenma kozume x reader#kenma x reader#kenma kozume fic#kenma one shot#haikyuu fic#haikyuu kenma fic#kenma drabble#kenma x y/n#haikyuu one shot#kenma fluff#kenma kozume#hq x reader#kenma x you#niki’s works 🫂
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Transfixed | part 5
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collage made by me with pictures from pinterest
moonknight!system x female!reader
a/n: ahhhhhh i havent updated this fic in over a week!! i am so sorry lmao. Went skiing and had a lil meltdown but I am back and i will try and be more frequent with my posting i promise<3 thank you guys so much for engaging with the past parts and i've added so many new names to my taglist which is extremely exciting!! thanks lovies. I hope you enjoy the chapter.
Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, making out, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace <- this part only features Jake, Marc simping HARD, Steven being a cutie as always, spanish (without translations), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!
Summary: you're finally locking lips with your mysterious date in this one;) Jake makes sure you get home safe and you find out some things about him that you're not sure how to feel about. You get home at around 4 am in the morning...safely? let's hope so...
2,400 words
Your nose brushing against him and his grazing your left cheek. You let out a soft wavering breath and you look into his eyes. They were darker than before, you would recognise that look from any distance and you know that this wasn’t Marc nor was it Steven, this was Jake. You were certain of it.
He speaks up, only confirming your suspicion
‘¿Me dejas besarte, hermosa?’ he lowly asks you for a kiss. Without answering you almost magnetically move towards him. Your noses craze each-others and both of your hands move towards his face, cupping it gingerly. Jake watches you, mouth slightly agape, awaiting your move. ‘Humanidad’ playing in the back, the moment was utterly perfect. Finally, your lips touch, making a flame erupt in your heart. You part away after a soft loving peck and see him waiting with his eyes closed, his lips ready for another as you exhale amusedly and press your lips to his once more. This time a bit less patient, your hands tug him toward you, you feel his hands cover yours at the sides of his face. He then moves his hands to your face, cupping yours and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. You move yours to the back of his head and you thread your fingers through his beautiful curls.
He feels your tongue brushing over his lower lip, asking for entrance and he eagerly grants it. Your tongues meet in a soft dance, not unlike the one you’d just shared moments before. He pulls away regrettably, needing to catch a breath. You both keep your hands in the same position as before, you’re leaning on him completely and he stands as steadily as ever, completely unfazed as you rest your body against his. ‘Hi Jake’ you practically whisper, afraid to break the peaceful atmosphere. ‘Hola amor’ He speaks as if he were holding back a burst of emotion. ‘Didn’t think you’d show tonight’ you say while brushing stray curls back, behind his ears. His hands move to clutch you toward him by your back, caressing the middle of it softly. ‘Ay bebé i’m always watching, could’t let them have all the fun. Been waiting for you for too long to sit back and watch as they make you giggle and fluster.’ you suddenly remember something very important and back away abruptly from the loving embrace ‘Them! Marc and Steven- Y-you have to explain- you’re fronting right now. They’re gonna know you were here- I can’t- won’t lie to them. I can’t stand lying and even less so to them.’
After pacing, you stand your ground and look at him intensely, making sure he understands you are very serious about this. He moves toward you, with his hand extended to you, inviting you to take it and you do. He holds your hand in his and leads you towards the sofa. You sit down together, facing each other, grabbing a pillow to hug, grounding yourself. ‘I’m gonna tell them, I'll talk to them tonight. I didn’t plan on it happening like this, I was going to wait a little longer to be completely sure everything was taken care of and they’d be safe…but well-’ ‘well what?’ ‘I- I really couldn’t let either of them beat me to it.’ he says and you see his chest and ears flush red as he looks at you. ‘Beat you to what, Jake’ He moves closer so your legs touch and he cups your face once again. ‘to kissing you, cariño’ his proximity makes it hard to really comprehend what he’s saying. You move in to join your lips again but before yours can touch his, you pull away, placing your hand in the middle of his chest. ‘You’re telling me you are possibly putting them in danger because you wanted to ‘kiss me first?’’ you ask incredulously. You don’t know what kind of danger this could be, but from what little you knew about Jake it couldn't be good. Jake always seemed very secretive and there was a certain urgency towards his actions. So this danger must be pretty severe if it’s kept him from meeting his brothers for so long just to protect them. ‘Nena, don’t say it like that- you make me sound like an idiot.’ ‘well- maybe you are!’ you exclaim and try hard to look stern when you feel a slight smile tug at the corners of your lips. He really risked all that…just to kiss you? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought and you pause when he smiles at you, as if amused that you’d d insulted him. ‘Tesoro, I promise they're going to be fine, I’ll fix it. I always do…’ You want him to elaborate but you trust him. You know that this is all insane and complicated. You haven’t known them for long but you’ve had intense encounters with each of them. Feeling closer to them than you have to anyone ever before, getting to know them little by little felt like a treasure hunt, filled with happy moments you were meant to find on your way to the long awaited treasure.
Realising that it was already after midnight, Jake makes quick work of the dishes while you tell him more about the library, things like how long you’ve gone there and what it means to you. He can’t help but smile while listening to you talk about something you love as much as the library. You tell him many stories which include the orange cat “barry” the library owners had bought not too long ago.
Clearly you love that kitten, making Jake wonder if you wanted one of your own…maybe he could buy one for you one day. But what colour should he get? Would you also want an orange one or maybe a black one…oh black ones are cool, so mysterious- ‘Jake..? what are you thinking about?’ you have stood up from your chair on the other side of the kitchen island, watching him wash the dishes. The way his back moved and his folded up sleeves stretching over his arms was already enough to get your motor running but the mere fact that he was washing the dishes and drying each dish as he went…had you almost shaking with desire. ‘Oh nothin', chula- just thinking…’ he finishes drying the lasagna-dish and dries his hands on the towel. He leans back against the sink and tosses the towel on the kitchen island.
‘...are you thinking about Marc and Steven? About what you’re gonna tell them?’ you ask hoping to find out more about what's gonna happen as soon as you leave. He already explained that he can’t let any of the other two front right now, because they’d probably freak out and want you to explain. He needs to explain it by himself to be fully honest with them. ‘Ya sabes, I'll tell em' about…well, me…I think that would be a good start.’ you watch as his lips move into a tense line and you decide not to pry any further. It's their business after all…you pride yourself in not being nosy or very into gossip…although, admittedly it always was fun to talk shit about people.
You glance at the clock behind Jake and notice the large pointer nearing two AM. ‘I really should get going- I think there’s a bus-stop not too far from here I ca-’ he puts his hand on your waist and you stop your scrambling and stay put. ‘Muñeca, you don’t seriously think I’ll let you walk home at two in the morning do you?’ before you can start talking he answers his own question ‘-no. No you won’t. I’m drivin’ you home in my car.’ He places a quick kiss to your lips and lets go of your waist, grabs his cap, keys and leather gloves. Meanwhile you stand there still dazed from the casual quick kiss and watch him slide on the stretchy leather over his thick fingers and apply your entire concentration, to not climb him like a tree. He looks up and sees you staring, he chuckles to himself and turns around to collect your bag and coat. ‘Put on your pretty shoes and let's get a move on’. You do as he says, only partially annoyed by how easy it was to follow his orders.
You slip on your boots and put on your coat. He opens the door for you and locks it behind you, that’s when you notice he is still carrying your purse and doesn't intend to let it go anytime soon. You smile to yourself, and head down to the main entrance. It's raining outside and he moves you away from the street, keeping you underneath the partially covered part of the street, as he gets entirely soaked. You walk a few blocks when he takes a turn and unlocks a garage attached to a pretty unassuming building. He opens it to reveal the sexiest car you’ve ever laid eyes on. It was black and shiny and absolutely spotless.
He can’t help himself, you look so beautiful ogling his car and standing there soaked…your tights were completely see-through and the beige sweater clung to your body like second skin. He feels saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth when he snaps out of it and takes your hand, leading you into the garage. You slowly walk into the dimly lit, grey room and he opens the door for you.
Jake was very particular about his car and who got to be in it, he insisted on them being clean and without question, dry. At least usually he‘d care abt that, not right now though. All he needed to know was that you were safe. He drives out of the garage and makes quick work of locking it before driving to your place. You’re driving for a bit when you realise something, ‘Wait, I haven’t told you where I live…h-how are you going the right way?’ you ask in a distressed tone.
Now this was a fair question, since there really was kind of a bad reason as to why he knew where to drive…He had already once visited your apartment building. Not in a creepy, stalkery way…but also not, not in a creepy way? Ever since he first met you in the library, he would sometimes drive there and smoke a cigarette between clients. He would see your lights on and feel a sense of calm. That's how he knew that you were safe. He didn’t know why he cared so much about you…he just knew that you needed to be safe, that you were important somehow. So he kept you safe, in the only ways he knew. He rasps his throat ‘I-I read the message you sent Steven, where you mentioned your address.’ he lied. He had to, to make sure everyone was safe. He can’t tell you, at least not yet, not until you know more…
‘Oh, right, right- I forgot about that.’ he comes to a halt and you look outside to see your building. ‘Oh wow, th-that was so fast.’ Jake chuckles at your astonishment and exits the vehicle, making his way over to your side. He opens your door and holds out his hand for you, to help you get out of the car. He pulls you out and you end up pressed against him, your wet clothes stick to each other and you feel breathless at the smell of him and how close he is. ‘I hope you had a good time tonight, tesoro’ He strokes your jaw and palms your cheek softly. You nuzzle his hand and open your mouth to answer ‘I- I did…I enjoyed all of it, all of you. Please tell them that tonight, tell them th-that my heart grew like ten sizes because of tonight. I don’t know much about you all…but I know you have one thing in common’ you say while stroking the nape of his neck. ‘What's that hermosa?’ he says leaning closer ‘you all care so much, I feel so safe with all of you...thank you’ you say with a flushed face and watch his face harden. Jake doesn’t think he deserves your sweet words, as you said, you don’t know him. He doesn’t react to your compliments and opts for something sweeter than awkward silence and leans into you, capturing your lips in a long and tender kiss.
You moan into his mouth and he grabs your hips tighter, pulling you closer, moving you between his thighs, fully resting his weight on the hood of his car. Somehow you don't feel the uncomfortable sensation of the wet clothes sticking to you. Purely enjoying his lips and tongue moving against yours, practically savouring you like an expensive wine. He moves his hand to grab your ass and pulls you further towards him, making you very aware of his growing arousal when you feel it poking your thigh. You're brought back from your daze when you feel yourself wanting to grind against him on the streets of London. You pull back and he follows your lips with his, pulling you even further towards him. You turn your head away and giggle ‘Ja-Jake stop it’ you keep laughing as he kisses your neck teasingly.
He stops and softly holds onto your elbows as he sits back down on the hood of his car. Your breathing calms down and you look into his eyes leaning into him again, hugging him and giving him a quick peck. ‘Would you consider giving me my purse back now?’ ‘Of course, chiquita...But what will I get in return, ah?’ he brushes his nose against your neck and kisses it once, wetly. You shudder and pull away completely feeling your face burn under his watchful gaze. You open his side of the car and grab your purse, which was placed neatly on the driver's seat. You put on your bag and walk towards your front door, he follows you and you both come to a halt at the top of the short flight of stairs. ‘Thank you for driving me home, Jake.’ you lean up and give him a soft, slow kiss on the lips. You pull away to see him with his eyes closed, opening them slowly. ‘...Best reward there is’ he swoons, referring to his previous comment. He takes a step backwards, going down the stairs but keeps his eyes glued to you. Watching as you make your way into your building and he feels content once again, knowing you're safe.
You make your way into your apartment, not noticing your clothes dripping all over the floor. You replay all of the moments from this evening in your head and can’t stop yourself from breaking into a huge grin. You chuckle to yourself and feel your heart almost beat out of your chest at the memories flooding your head in huge waves. All the spots they touched on your body flaring up with heat. All of it comes to a stop when you see a white blur from the corner of your eye. Your breath hitches when you hear music playing and see the window open, suddenly very aware that you‘re not alone…
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a/n: uh-ohh who is in your apartment and what do they want with you? In the next chapter you find out the true plot of this story and how important the reader actually is in said plot...I hope ya'll liked this chapter and as alwaysw if you did enjoy it, please like / comment / reblog / follow.
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Hey headmage! You know that one question all teachers will get in their life...
Tell us about your first love!
*eager looking eyes*
I wrote this one in a somewhat vague manner aka it's to throw a bone at the "Crowley is Malleus's dad" theorists out there www; it's up to the reader to interpret it as they please; it isn’t meant to refer to one specific character.
Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.
Crowley regarded you with a careful, uncharacteristically patient look—as if picking apart your soul and the fine layers that sheathed it. You were an open book, so wide-eyed and eager to learn of young, blossoming love.
“Feeling daring today, are we?” he chuckled lowly. “What naughty students I have, sticking their noses where they don't belong."
Crowley swung one leg over the other, crossing them as he reclined into his armchair. "As it happens, I am feeling more generous than usual today, so I will humor your request."
Your ears perked. You arched over his desk, primed to listen intently.
"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... I found myself at a grand palace hosting a ball. Where, you may ask? I cannot say. However, it is only natural for important people in high places, such as myself, to be invited to these sorts of functions.
“Often it is political matters and power struggles at play—dull subjects to children, I'm sure. I happened to take an interest in the cuisine they were serving that evening, and so I made an appearance."
Crowley paused dramatically.
"Little did I know, that was where I would happen upon... Well, surely you understand who I am referring to?"
“Your first love?” you squeaked.
“I noticed them immediately. Call it ‘love at first sight’ if you wish.
“Their presence was far too powerful to be contained within that room. It was a quiet kind of strength, like the roiling of thunder before a storm arrives in full. Oh, but it wasn’t just their aura alone. No, no, they also boasted great beauty, grace, and intelligence!! And yet…”
“And yet…?”
“They were alone.” Crowley spoke the word quietly, as though it were cursed. “… I suppose it happens. People who stand too high in the world are lonely there, frightening off those unworthy to be in their presence. I understood, of course, being in a similar position myself, so I sought to offer my kind hand to console them. It is in my nature as an educator to serve as a bridge between people."
“You made the first move,” you gasped, your cheeks warming. Scandalous.
“I paraded right up and introduced myself! And—can you believe this—they gave me the cold shoulder, then attempted to scare me and shoo me off!! But I certainly didn’t quit. I fetched them punch, I sang them sweet serenades, I cracked jokes of the highest caliber… all so that they would look my way, even to spare a passing glance.”
“So you were a simp.” Somehow, it fit perfectly with your current understanding of Crowley.
He bristled at the casual accusation. "I wouldn't say that--"
"Definitely a simp," you repeated.
"Y-You may think whatever you like, but the fact is that my efforts eventually bore fruit!!" Crowley declared proudly, his chest puffed out. "They gazed at me and remarked that I was ' a strange one'!"
"That doesn't exactly sound like a compliment..."
"Perhaps not," he laughed lightly, "but it was that one comment that served as my foot in the door. Before long, we were chatting like old friends. They smiled--because of me. For me."
His voice warbled, wobbling with sentiment as the painted the scene. You could almost see it now: Crowley, tall, dark, handsome--but bumbling--courting a frigid noble. Breaking their barrier, melting that ice.
Like something out of a fairy tale, you think. A distant royal falling in love with their messenger bird.
"We laughed and talked all evening. We shared food and a dance. We never wanted the clock to strike midnight."
Crowley sighed wistfully, dragging a talon across his desk—as if marking another year apart from his beloved. "They truly were… the apple of my eye, my flower of evil."
"Did they return your feelings, headmaster?" you asked, leaning closer. Completely enraptured by his tale. “Whatever happened to them, anyway…?"
“Ah, now that,” Crowley tutted, wagging a finger, “is a story I shall keep to myself.”
“W-Wait," you protested, slapping a hand on the desk, "you’re really going to leave me off on a cliffhanger like this?! You were just getting to the juiciest part!"
“I believe I’ve already divulged far more than the average student needs to know of a teacher's love life," the headmaster replied. "You may use your imagination to fill in the rest of the gaps! It shouldn't be a challenge, seeing as you are quite familiar with my charm, fufufu."
"Does that mean you did get together after all? Were you actually married this whole time and we never knew? Do you have kids?!" you pressed. Each question became increasingly conspiratorial--but you were 100% serious, 100% committed to the bid.
"I'm afraid not, Prefect! You must make do with what you currently have."
"What I have isn’t enough," you groaned deeply. "Urgh, PLEASE answer me, headmaster...! I need to know, or I'll combust!"
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