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vulturv0lans · 4 months

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ive been marinating in this neuvillette thought for days and it is. you know how it rains when he cries. well. what if it starts raining all of a sudden bc his partner is domming him and it just feels so good and he feels so loved he starts crying in pleasure like rip fontaine its rainy hours now

violently ill at this thought rn...also i love that you used "marinating" i might have to steal it i've never written dom reader before so i hope this doesn't suck i'm sorry

it's raining in fontaine again.

not a storm, with raindrops so heavy that they feel like bullets hitting one's skin.

drizzling, soft rain. disappearing as quickly as it came, that people barely have time to dig out their umbrellas before the sky clears again.

of course, rain is nothing new to the people of fontaine, but rather a habitual occurrence. it is said that dark clouds form and rain falls when the hydro dragon weeps. a beautiful legend, yet not many truly believe in it.

but to neuvillette, chief justice of the opera epilesce, the dragon sovereign of this sacred land, whose name people admire but whose face people rarely see, being in his current position is anything but habitual.

his hands are bound to the bedpost by a pair of shiny handcuffs - just where did you get those? he makes a note to interrogate wriothesley later for ever lending you these - but not that he really minds, of course. his white ruffled blouse is rolled up to expose his porcelain skin, slightly damp with a layer of sweat. the veins in his forearms become just that much more prominent with every tug and pull, desperate to be able to touch you.

he’s nearing his orgasm for what feels like the tenth time now, yet you show no sign of granting him his release anytime soon. your hand expertly pumps his cock, now red and leaking in angry protest, occasionally running your thumb over his sensitive tip. his body jolts in response, toes curled and hips bucking into your hand.

neuvillette’s skin burns a deeper shade of red as he thinks of just how lewd his current position is. but before he can fathom another thought, the pink of your lips wrap around his cock and he almost explodes in your mouth at the feather light touch alone.

“please, let me-”

you release him with a loud pop, “let you what?”

he musters a deep, guttural groan at the sudden loss of contact, “let me cum, please.”

you only hum in response. he’s been doing so well, so good for you that maybe he deserves a reward - just not the one he had in mind.

quickly ridding yourself of your lower garments, you straddle him on the bed before slowly moving up. neuvillette curses under his breath in anticipation, eyes fluttering shut before pulling you closer to his waiting mouth, hands instinctively wanting to touch you but are met with a sharp tug of the metal instead.

“be good and stay put for me,” you tut, the rest of your sentence dies in your throat when he impatiently wraps his mouth around your aching clit, the familiar warmth forcing a loud moan off your cherry lips. every noise you make is like fuel to him, silently encouraging him to go deeper, faster, temporarily forgetting about the pathetic state of his cock, rock hard against his stomach and almost dripping precum from several denied orgasms.

he picks up his pace and grows bolder, dipping the tip of his tongue into your folds to get a better taste of you. soon you’re shaking and cumming on his face, juices dripping down his chin before he licks up every single drop, not letting any of your essence go to waste. violet eyes are three shades darker when you finally come down from your high, his skin glistening and his breath fanning across your core in heavy pants.

you smile at him, lazily playing with a strand of his hair as you lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. neuvillette kisses back eagerly, head lifting from the pillows to get better access to your mouth, teeth and tongue clashing as you reposition your core by his aching cock.

“seems like you deserve a little reward,” you whisper when you finally break the kiss for air, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips, and your tongue pokes out to lick it off of his mouth, a sight so lewd yet so beautiful that he begins to think he’s dreaming.

a whimper escapes him before he can stop it, but what use does dignity have anyways when your warm cunt is grinding against his erection? the tip of his cock catches on your clit deliciously with every sway of your hips, and perhaps he’s still sensitive from the relentless play session earlier, his breaths quickly become heavy pants as you grind into him, coating his length in your slick.

and then he begs.

his words so dirty that they become a sin, one that the gods could never hear of. forget the seven or the dragon sovereign, all he can think about is to be snugly inside you and feeling your walls milk out every last drop of him. despite being rendered powerless by something as trivial as (human) handcuffs - what a shame - the primal desires in him still wants to breed you. to mark your insides and claim it as his.

a high pitched noise escapes him when you finally end the teasing and lower yourself onto him, your wetness making a small squelch as you sink into his length, moaning out from feeling so utterly full. neuvillette is not much clearer headed, the tight squeeze of your pussy around his abused cock threatens to make him cum right there, before you even start moving.

luckily for him, you have grown desperate from all the teasing too, looking to chase the remnants of your high. you lift your hips up before slamming back down onto him, the tip of his cock reaching the most delicious places inside you. you waste no time in picking up the pace, your tits bouncing with the rhythm of your hips that all he wants is to reach out and hold them, pinch your pink nipples between his fingers and feel the perfect weight of your breasts in his palms.

if only he could touch you. even in your desperate chase for another high you don’t forget to praise him, muttering dirty words about how big he is and how good he’s making you feel. still you show no sign of freeing him from his restraints anytime soon, no matter how many pleases he whispers in between moans.

he is so helpless under you, the sight of it filling you with so much satisfaction that you can't help but want to draw out his orgasm despite feeling so close yourself. his tip twitches inside you and you lift your hips up, the emptiness soon replaced by smugness when you notice the tears pricking his lash line, a visual proof of

and it rains outside. raindrops like translucent whispers tapping against the windowpane with a rhythmic cadence, the sound barely audible above the heavy pants and mumbled pleas next to your ear. the tip of his cock is an angry red and your lover is reduced to a blabbering mess as he strains against the handcuffs, toned muscles flexing and his porcelain skin flushes with heat, drops of drool at the corner of his downturned lips as he pleads for mercy.

"you've been so good for me," you press a kiss to his lips and taste him on your tongue, salty and sweet and dizzying.

the metal clinks as it falls to the floor, and before you know it his hands are on you like a man starved. you squeal in surprise when he wastes no time in lowering you onto him again and thrusting into you with renewed fervour, reaching so deep into you that you are seeing stars with every delicious drag of his cock in your walls.

the drizzle slows as the clouds stop their weeping, puddles on the pavement being the only evidence of the earlier downpour. neuvillette is finally granted his release and paints your insides white after what felt like hours of torment. you collapse on top of him, legs quivering from your own high, and neither of you says a single word as your breathing slows to normal.

"you think they'd need an umbrella again anytime soon?"

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arminsumi · 10 months

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first nsfw request ever here goes *rubs hands together* soft soft soft dom armin whos extremely gentle i cannot get enough of him

TEEHEE 🤭😂 hope u enjoy darlin!!

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ EYES ON ME, ANGEL

MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin x AFAB!gn!reader

⚠️Cws; yummy SMUT 😋

⚠️💦Smut cws; light dom/sub dynamics, light dirty talk, 🐱eating, 🍆stroking, cumshot on 🐱

"Lay back for me, angel." Armin murmurs. He crawls between your thighs as you slowly lay back, until he's so close that you can feel the weight of his heavy cock against you.

A second doesn't go by wherein your boy doesn't pepper you with sweet kisses. His hands carefully roam all over your body, leisurely exploring it. He's the type to take his time, just to absorb the feeling of his fingertips sinking into your supple skin.

Those fingertips linger in teasing places. Armin breaks from his kissing on your inner wrist, "Spread your legs." he commands gently. His breath feels hot against your skin. It's almost embarrassing to spread your legs for him, you've gotten visibly wet from such simple touching and teasing.

"Hmm, look at that, already wet f'me? You're so sweet. But I'm gonna make you wetter." Armin smiles cheekily as he looks at the wet patch on your panties. "Take those panties off for me, angel. There we go." his fingers are quick to slide your panties off the rest of the way.

A big palm comes to press flat against the back of your thigh, pushing it back lightly. "Gonna make you feel good first, okay? You just relax and enjoy yourself."

He hooks two arms around your thighs, locking you in position while he lowers his face to meet level with your bare pussy. His breath is fanning your heat, coming closer and closer, until his plush lips press against your sensitive clit. Nipping, licking, lapping; it's like he already knows what's gonna make you lose your mind.

He licks a long stripe up from your sloppy hole up to your clit before giving it a kiss. "Quite verbal, huh, angel? No, no, you can moan all you need to. I love to hear it." he smiles. It makes him feel giddy knowing that he's the reason you can't keep your voice in.

There's no way he can keep his hands to himself when he hears the noises you make. Your taste already drove him wild. So while he noses between your thighs, he slowly grinds his cock into the mattress. It's so badly sensitive that he moans while suckling onto your clit.

Bright blue eyes look up at you from below, sometimes Armin was hot, yes, but sometimes he was hot hot – this was one of those times where he was the latter. "Mm-mm," he hummed negatively, "Keep those eyes on me while I eat you out. I wanna see the pleasure on your cute face, don't hide it."

Keeping your eyes open? A bold ask of him considering that the pleasure made you squeeze your eyes shut.

Armin adored watching your facial expressions change at certain flicks of his tongue. He learned pretty quickly what pace was too much and what pace was too little. Such an attentive boy, he studied you like a textbook.

You could feel him smiling as you came. He couldn't have been happier being squeezed between your thighs like that, with a streak of your juices across his cheek. When he felt your legs shake as you came, he stroked your thighs, still keeping you in position how he wanted.

He licked it all up and pulled away. "Enjoyed yourself? Mhm, I bet. I need some relief too, angel, you don't mind giving me a helping hand do you?" he asked, slipping his waistband below his V-line and down past his hips.

"D-don't mind at all..." you replied, eagerly wrapping your hands around him. Oh boy, he was big big. Hard and hot to the touch. Not too thick, just perfectly so. His tip is what caught your eye; each stroke of your hand made more precum drip out until his cock became sloppy and your hands sticky.

"Am I doing this right?" you asked him unsurely. "Mhm – you're doing so good f'me, angel, j-just go a little faster now — ah fuck, just like that, keep doing that and I'll c-cum."

He hissed through his teeth and pinched his eyes shut. The closer he drew to his relief, the closer he came to your body. "'Gonna cum all over your cute pussy, 'that okay? – I swear I'll clean u-up after... just need to see you – covered in my cum – " he let out strained whimpers, shooting out hot ribbons of cum all over you.

"God... 'love you so much, y'know that?" he panted, looking down at the mess he made. That sight drove him wild, it made him feel like he marked you as his. "M'kay..." he sighed happily, giving you a warm kiss, "Let's get you cleaned up, angel."

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lincolndjarin · 9 months

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Best Kept Secret

chapter ten : lunar interlude : briikase gote'tuur (RE-UPLOAD)

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pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 4.1k

summary : reader and the mandalorian celebrate a birthday

warnings, etc. : language, angst, p in v sex, smut

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

He’s grateful for the break from you, even if brief.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t enjoy every moment he gets to be in your presence but the more time he spends with you the harder it gets to remember that this isn’t real.

Lines are starting to blur and he’s been allowing himself too much leniency in this little fantasy of his. He fetches you a glass of water before returning, catching a glimpse of your personal servant leaving the library.

He’s not a fan of Leodall.

Not for any particular reason, he’s just odd. For a while he considered it to be jealousy, of another man working in such close proximity to you but that shouldn’t bother him to begin with.

You’re married.

He’s not allowed to be jealous of anything.

Leodall doesn’t seem to be a fan of him either so it doesn’t really matter. But he’s always there. Lingering. Which is something to worry about when you’re trying to keep secrets. So when he sees Leodall fleeing the library rather swiftly with a piece of paper tucked into his palm of course he has to do something about it.

He could be gentler. He should be. But he’s fully going on instinct when he slams Leo against the wall.

“Whatcha got there?” It’s effortless. To switch back on the hunter instincts, his voice turns that familiar low tone as his fingers easily snatch the paper from the Twi’lek.

The last thing he needs is this guy delivering some kind of message revealing what the two of you have been doing.

“Sir… that’s just a few things she asked-”

He’s already stopped listening. Unfolding the parchment he sees your familiar handwriting.

dinner, skipped lunch bring enough for seconds

cake, simple flavor, maybe vanilla NOT TOO SWEET

candles

wine

What?

It’s just a list, nothing on it raises any red flags so he hands it back to Leo. Without another word he’s opening the doors to the library and handing you the glass. Watching as you sip at it before holding it out to him.

You always think of him.

All of this would be so much easier if you were less considerate.

He shakes his head no and waits to see if you’ll bring up the list but you never do. You’re almost a little too nonchalant all things considered as you pick up your book and resume as if nothing just happened. As if you weren’t just begging him for an orgasm. He takes his usual seat on the chair across from you, keeping his visor trained on you.

He likes watching you read, when you’re actually reading and not pretending. Your face is always so expressive, telling a story of its own as he watches eagerly. Do you know that he’s smiling under the Beskar? He hopes so.

You look happier now. He likes knowing that he did that, likes knowing that you crave him as much as he craves you. He had woken up with a desire for you and in a pathetic attempt to seduce you, had made an ass of himself with some over the top compliments and kindnesses. Of course you had seen through that, you were too smart not to.

Why do you have to be so smart? And kind, and beautiful, and just so you?

He had been an idiot. Trying to convince himself that a taste of you would satiate him, it only made him need you more. It’s somehow a far more wretched fate. Knowing now just how good you can be and knowing that you’ll never truly be his.

You have made something new of him.

He has always had a dominant side, no sense denying that, but with you it’s different. Your presence alone has awakened something new. A carnal, animalistic need to consume whatever you are willing to give him. Everytime he touches you he has to fight the urge to call you his own.

Because you aren’t.

He spends the rest of the afternoon reminding himself of that fact. Anytime he lets his mind wander towards a fantasy of anything real he recalls that simple fact. You are married. He is “stress relief” to you, something to take care of your needs, nothing else. And maybe that’s okay, he’d rather have a piece of you than none of you. It would only be unbearable if you felt the same way he did. Wanting more. It’s currently only manageable for him because it’s one sided.

Maybe he can live like this.

Pining after you. Always offering you romantic gestures, showing you how you should be treated. And you, going to your weekly dinners with that slob you call a husband, and eventually raising a family with him.

“I’m getting a little tired… could you escort me back to my chambers?” Your voice breaks through his train of thought. You’ve got that smile that you get when you’re scheming as you stand and make a beeline towards the door. He manages a nod as he follows behind you.

The castle is nice like this, at sunset. Dark, lamp light flickering on the stone walls. And you, the yellow and orange tint of everything reflecting off that dress. There’s something intoxicating about when you wear green.

He lets himself truly indulge in his daydreams when you wear it. That you do it for him, like you’re his.

Would you want to go again before he leaves? Is that why you’ve got that grin? Maker he hopes so, it’s only been a few hours but he would happily service you again. You stop in front of your door and turn to him, there’s a glint of something in your eyes that he can’t place.

“I have a surprise for you. I need you to wait out here.”

Gods, he doesn’t deserve you.

“Then here I will wait.” He would do damn near anything for you if it meant you’d keep that smile on your face. He settles his back against the wall as you disappear into your chambers.

He’s already half hard at the thought of you still covered in his cum under your dress. Maybe you’ll let him fuck you like that, still marked by him in one of the few ways he can mark you. He doesn’t get a lot of time to wonder because you’re opening the door and ushering him in. Nothing seems different other than your outfit, you’re wearing a tightly closed robe. So far a good sign but he still isn’t sure what to expect as he enters the room, pretty sure he knows where this is going.

“Okay, this is really cheesy and if you don't want to do it we don’t have too.” You’re nervously fidgeting with the edge of your robe as you say it and he’s getting more confused by the second as you walk over to the closet and hold the door open for him.

Maybe he doesn’t know where this is going.

He only has to take one look inside to figure it out though.

He stands in the doorway of your closet and the first thing he’s drawn to is the pile blankets and pillows against the back wall. Have you been sleeping here? He doesn’t wonder for long because his visor is now trained on everything else. You’ve set out dinner. Two plates of food and two mugs of wine are laid out on the floor but the dead giveaway to what this is is the cake in the middle of everything with a way too big candle pressed into the middle of it, the faint light of the flame flickering along with the glow from the singular lamp propped up on one of the dressers. He turns to stare at you almost in disbelief.

People often think that he is silent for the sake of intimidation. And that was true.

Until he met you.

With you, oftentimes there are just no words.

Your face is turning red at the lack of a response as he watches you picking at your nails.

“It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have done all this… but you said you didn’t keep track of your birthdays and I don’t know, it just made me sort of sad because back home my siblings and I used to always make such a big deal out of birthdays so I thought today could be your birthday. And we can sit back to back so you can eat without me seeing you and if you’re worried about your helmet being off I’ve got a lock on my bedroom door and the closet so no one’s gonna walk in and if that isn’t enough we can turn off the lamp and eat in the dark or I can eat in the bedroom and you can eat in the closet or if this is stupid I can pack up the food for you and you can take it with you and-” You’re babbling on and on anxiously trying to fill the silence and he can’t take it anymore as he wraps his arms around you.

“Thank you.” He can feel the sigh of relief you let out as you return the embrace.

It’s the weirdest thing but he can’t remember ever hugging someone.

Maybe his parents, a long, long time ago. It’s new. He doesn’t want to let you go because he knows that this has drastically changed the dynamic he thought he was building with you.

You did all this.

For him.

And he’s so fucked.

Because this is more than you using him for stress relief. This breaks rules. Rules that you had insisted upon. Maker, he never even cared about the rules.

He would break every rule if you’d let him. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated, he would show you what a marriage is supposed to be. You’d never have to use him for stress relief because he’d keep you satisfied and happy. Truly happy. He’d even take off the helmet for you. Someday, after making you his and himself yours. He’d kiss you, as much and as often as you’d let him. He would have kissed you that first night you let him touch you if you hadn’t specifically made a point that he couldn’t. He’d give you children if that’s what you wanted. He’d spend every night with you, making sure that you’re never without him, he would let everyone know you were his. Not running off to some pleasure house and humiliating you like that pig of a husband of yours. And he wouldn’t have to change a thing to break that last rule.

He broke it the first time you spoke to him.

He knows that now.

He has broken it everyday since because he has loved you as long as he has known you and he had resigned himself to that life. A life where he got brief glimpses of you. You would be everything to him and to you he would just be a protector.

But then you did this.

For him.

With this one act of affection you’ve changed everything.

You’ve ruined everything.

Because he can’t act like this is just sex for you anymore. You wouldn’t do all this. Not if it was just sex.

He doesn’t want to let go.

Because in a harrowing turn of events he knows that you have shifted his short lived plans to love you from afar for as long as you’d let him.

But he isn’t perfect after all. He is just a man. That’s what he tells himself as he takes your hand and pulls you into the closet, closing the door behind the two of you and sitting.

Back to back.

“I promise not to look.” You sound so happy. Pleased with yourself that this is working out.

“I know you won’t.” It’s true. He has never felt trust that someone won’t try and look until you and without hesitation he clicks loose the airlock and sets his helmet to the side.

It’s maybe the most intimate thing he’s done with a person as the two of you eat in silence. He eats quickly, feeling the familiar creeping anxiety that comes from being without his helmet for long periods of time.

Once he goes to lift it to return it to its rightful place he hears you make a sound of protest.

“Wait! You have to blow out the candle first and make a wish.” He watches as she slides it towards him. It’s simple, white frosting with a few berries on top of it, the large candle dripping a bit of wax onto the center as he leans down and blows it out before locking his helmet back on. “What did you wish for?” He can feel you leaning back against him as you ask.

He wishes you hadn’t done this.

“I can’t tell you. It’s supposed to be a secret.” He’s grateful to be back in the safety of his helmet because the modulator hides the way his voice trembles ever so slightly.

“Okay. Is it okay if I turn around? It’s time for your presents.”

He should leave.

He should leave and get on the next ship off of this planet but he can’t even do that because he doesn’t trust anyone to protect you from your husband.

He’s trapped here on this planet just as much as you are.

He should end this right now at the very least.

But he’s not a good man. And he’s selfish. So why not revel in the dream that you are one last time.

“You can turn around.” He feels your weight shift as he says it, at the same time he turns to face you. He isn’t sure what to expect but it definitely isn’t what you’re doing.

You’re holding out one of the plastic lilies you had bought at the market.

“I didn’t have time to get you anything because I only decided it was your birthday a few hours ago. But I thought you could use this to decorate your cabin, and have a little reminder of me there.”

This is fucking brutal.

“Thank you princess.” It rolls off of his tongue so easily that he often forgets he shouldn’t be using it until he’s reminded that it’s a title, not an endearment. He takes it from you before tucking it into a loop on his belt.

“And of course that isn’t your only present.” You're raising your eyebrows suggestively as you untie your robe, sitting up on your knees you toss it aside and reveal a pretty little green satin set. He isn’t sure what to call it. It’s definitely too racy to be considered pajamas but it’s also rather classy.

You’re perfect.

And he is a bad man, who should not touch you right now. He should tell you that he can’t do this anymore. That he will solely be here to protect you from now on. It’s what will be best for both of you.

That’s what he tells himself.

But he knows the truth.

He’s weak.

And you’re perfect.

“I bought this at the markets… I wanted to surprise you. I planned on saving them for a special occasion but honestly what’s more special than a birthday?”

He could live a thousand lifetimes and he would never be a good enough man to deserve you.

You are everything good he has ever known all put into one deadly temptation wrapped in a pretty green bow.

He takes in a deep, shaky breath as he stares at you. The warm glow of the lamp makes you look positively divine. More inviting than anything else ever has been.

Think about what this means.

This becomes a thousand times harder if it’s more than just sex to you. And a thousand times more dangerous. If you were to be discovered, Maker only knows what they’d do to you. He knows what would happen to him. They’d make an example out of him, that’s the kind of man Kodo is. But you, he has already seen how unhappy your husband makes you, he can only imagine the torment he would put you through if he discovered what was happening here.

He needs to do something about this because it’s becoming more complicated by the second but he can’t focus because right now you’re staring at him with that fire he adores in your eyes and you’re wearing that just for him.

He leans forward to pull you into his lap, still sitting on the floor of the closet. Letting his hands just roam your body for a few moments, watching in awe at how you stare into the visor.

Like you see him through it, like you know exactly where his eyes are behind the steel.

✩

Just like everything else tonight, it’s different when he touches you.

He doesn’t tease because as much as he refuses to think about it. He knows deep beneath the layers of steel, and flesh, and bone, that he might not get a chance to see you like this again. He understands exactly what he needs to do. That for the both of you he needs to put a stop to this short lived love affair because he won’t be able to live with the brand new form of suffering you have introduced.

Loving him back.

Maybe you don’t love him today, or tomorrow, or maybe not even for years. But he has a deep and profound understanding of the fact that you will.

And he can’t live with that.

And not even for the reason he should. He should want to end it to spare your feelings, to prevent you from getting hurt over something that could never be. No, his reasons are so much more selfish. He simply couldn’t handle it. Knowing that you love him back would ruin him entirely. He couldn’t live with the fact that you wanted him just as badly and as deeply as he wanted you.

It would fucking kill him. He’s certain of it. To know that’s how you feel and still not have you.

So he’ll end things.

But not now.

Not tonight when you’ve given him this .

Because he’s selfish and weak.

And you’re you.

So he’ll give you every part of him right now. As much as you’re willing to take.

He can see it in your eyes. That you know that something has changed, but he can’t handle seeing that crease between your brows, not tonight. So he brings his hand between your legs, pulling your undergarments off gently and setting them aside before plunging his fingers into you, devouring the way your body reacts to him, the way your chest heaves and your back arches..

He doesn’t speak this time because he doesn’t want to interrupt you in his memories of this. The way he can feel you tense even through the thick material of his gloves as his thumb finds your clit.

He doesn’t taunt you.

He does exactly what he knows you want as he curls his fingers, as he drives you towards an orgasm without you having to ask for it because he wants to see it. He wants it branded into his memory.

It doesn’t take long and pretty quickly you’re trembling in his lap, your hands bracing themselves on his shoulder plates. He keeps his eyes on your face. Positively enamored by the way you bite your lip as you mumble the word “Mando” over and over again. Your eyes look like they’re closed in concentration as he feels you tighten around him and watches as you let your forehead rest on his armor, your mouth opening in a small “O” shape.

He lifts you up slightly to set you onto what he assumes to be your makeshift bed. He wants to ask about it. There’s a million things he wants to ask you about because he wants to know you better than anyone else ever has. He wants to be the only person who gets to know you.

But he’s already being selfish enough so he doesn’t. Instead he busies himself with making you feel as good as possible as he keeps one hand always splayed on your inner thigh, rubbing lazy circles onto your clit with his thumb as you keen softly, his other hand pulling himself out of his trousers as he wastes no time lining himself up at your welcoming hole. You’re always so ready for him. Your cunt weeps for him as he pushes himself into you slowly, working himself down to the base.

He knows you know it’s different.

You’re too smart for your own good. He clocks the look of confusion in your eyes immediately when his hands entwined with yours instead of gripping your waist. When he started tenderly moving inside you instead of his usual play for total domination. Your legs wrap themselves around him as he watches your eyes roll back slightly when he snaps his hips forward again. You grind down against him, your legs locking him against you as you try and get a bit of friction against your clit from the curls at the base of his shaft.

And he lets you.

He doesn’t tease.

He just watches you with bated breath as you stay like that. Impaled on his cock, chasing your own pleasure. He feels like you were made for him, sex had never in his life felt like this, you took him so perfectly. And then you say those words that make his head spin.

“C-can I cum?” He’d give you anything you asked for at this moment as he nods. He’s fascinated by you as you use him, it only takes a few more moments of watching you grind against him before he feels that familiar squeeze, your hands grip his as you unravel before him. He drinks you in with his eyes before he starts moving his hips again, slowly.

“Can you give me one more sarad’ika?” He ever so slightly picked up the pace as he watched your chest bounce with each thrust.

You muddled his brain. Half the time he was with you he couldn’t even remember what language he was speaking. You gave him a meek little nod and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you.

To tear his helmet off.

Abandon his creed.

And kiss you.

But he’s broken enough rules tonight.

So instead he settles on resting his helmet against your shoulder as he slams himself into you. Letting out a low throaty groan as he watches your hands wriggle free of his and go between your legs to touch yourself.

He will never deserve this.

He reminds himself of that with every thrust and with every beautiful moan you let out. He buries the steel of his helmet in your neck as he mumbles to himself.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

Your free hand is resting on the back of his helmet and he can feel how close you are, he knows he isn’t going to last much longer so he pulls back so you can hear him clearer.

“Cum for me sarad. Please.” He knows he probably sounds a little too desperate but it works because you do, in an instant your head is leaning back and you pull his head against your chest as he barely slips out of you in time to finish on your swollen clit.

He lays there longer than he should but you’re warm and inviting and he knows tomorrow will be different. So why not give you everything tonight. He wraps his arms around you in another embrace as you yawn into his shoulder.

“Happy birthday Mando.” He so fiercely wishes you could see the soft smile that he only has for you.

“Thank you cyar’ika.” He gently pulls himself off of you and finds a cloth to wipe you down with before re-dressing you. Laying you back down in the pile of blankets he swipes a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he sits up.

“Are you leaving?” For the love of gods. Your voice sounds so small at this moment he almost stays.

Almost.

“Yes princess. No sleepovers, remember?” You nod sadly as he traces your jaw with his knuckle. This shouldn’t be so hard. It’s not like he’s never going to see you again. He just isn’t going to see you like this.

Tomorrow he will be your bodyguard. Nothing else.

Because you deserve better than this.

Better than him.

So he stands and he turns off the lamp as he carefully steps over the remaining birthday supplies before opening the closet door, taking in one last sight of you, faintly illuminated by the lights in the main room.

“Don’t forget your flower…” You mumble it as he watches your eyes flutter open to stare at him.

He pats the notch on his belt that it’s in.

“How could I?”

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anantaru · 2 years

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LACED WITH SWEET CHARMS

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — he‘s successful and popular, his voice has a special charm to it and that‘s why zhongli needs your help to relax his vocal cords. (modern au! + rockstar dckz au!)

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 900 words

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader

"so, as I was saying."

zhongli slowly kneeled in front of your figure, who was sitting on the couch of his backstage room, placing his large hands on top of your knees and spreading your legs for him, exposing your drenched panties to his golden eyes.

"it's only natural for me to seek your help whenever I feel like I strained my voice." grinning at you with an pseudo innocent smile, "you understand that, right?" tracing his lips with his tongue and reaching over to push your panties to the side with his digits.

His mouth gently pressing a line of open mouthed kisses along your thighs - featherlight kisses - , moving closer to your heat that was so eagerly waiting for his attention.

It was so easy for him to coax out a whine once lifting your legs and placing them on top of his shoulders, holding your hips up a little more for a better view on his meal. You were really searching for it today, wiggling your hips in front of his lips so he'd fucking take you already, zhongli was taking way too much time today after all!

"Easy now." giving a slow stroke down your pussy, his tongue sliding wonderfully and tasting your slick in the process, his hands finding refuge in the flesh of your thighs to better stabilize not only himself but you.

He smiled confidently up at you from under his brows, locking gazes and finishing it off with a wink once he gave your glistering folds kitty licks all over for good measure.

"If only I could properly take my time with you tonight." he's sighing, licking up your pussy and sucking on your clit to taste you some more, "but I sadly have to perform later." his pace quickening confidently which had you squeal out, scrunching your eyes shut while breathing out heavily through clenched teeth.

Your attempts to stay silent only encouraged zhongli to go faster if he's being honest, holding you down so you wouldn't shake your hips so fucking much, you knew he had to be in control at any times, his tongue lapping to his hearts content while your broken moans felt deaf to his ears, almost as if he was pussy drunk already.

You resorted and reaching over to hide your fingers in his unruly hair, holding tight against his strands while pushing him down to your heat. Zhongli didn't see your boldness coming, yet he welcomed it, groaning against your pussy that made your blood vibrate with a new level of desire.

By now, you were on clout nine, his punctuation against your sweet spots were almost ridiculous, being unable to release any moans, only stutters and shallow words made it's way out of your throat.

"You're weak." he notes before chuckling, "don't tell me you're already cumming." you'd recognize this confident smile everywhere, he was so proud of himself right now, didn't even feel the need to hide it from you.

He traced a slow line down your pussy until he hit your hole, that was fluttering around nothing and only waiting to squeeze him in. Your hands only grabbed more of his hair and tangled around his strands once he began to give broad swipes with his tongue over your sensitive nerves, hearing you whine his name.

He figured, you were very much close now. His cock growing against his pants angrily, maybe you'll return the favor if he's making you cum hard enough, he thought to himself.

Hooking your legs up even more over his shoulders and pushing himself closer to you, he dipped his tongue into your hole to taste your slick against his lips, you moaning out loudly once he tongue fucked you over and over again, digging the tip of his tongue into your tight hole.

"Fuck." he's groaning, his hot breath fanning over your pulsating pussy, "I might become addicted to you." before he continued to eagerly push his tongue forward, delighted on how wet he got you without even using his cock.

"oh, fuck." you're moaning out screaming, not giving a damn on who might hear you, only wanting to let zhongli know on how good he made you feel right now.

You shivered, throwing your head back once you felt your climax building up steadily deep inside your gut, grinding your cunt against his mouth and digging him closer to you, his nose brushing against your clit had you seeing stars. You could surely get used to how he felt on your cunt, mouth glistering with your juices and his cheeks sinfully stained with your slick, almost downright pornographic if anything.

You arched your back and broke out moaning as you released on his face, zhongli never stopping his movements and making sure to catch everything you gave him, squeezing the flesh of your thighs in delight. You rewarded him with a loud gasp, plopping to the side as he released your legs, seeking for stability which you were unable to find.

"tired already?" he asked with a grin and you're instantly embarrassed by his words, the way he said it to you with an almost degrading tone. "No, I'm not." you squeal, breathless voice whining against him once he stood up to get on top of the couch as well. "I still have time, you know."

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luckbealincoln · 11 months

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Best Kept Secret

chapter ten : lunar interlude : briikase gote'tuur

THIS SERIES HAS BEEN MOVED AND RE-UPLOADED TO ANOTHER ACCOUNT. WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE. THIS POST STILL EXISTS AS AN ARCHIVE BUT THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE!!

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 4.1k

summary : reader and the mandalorian celebrate a birthday

warnings, etc. : language, angst, p in v sex, smut

He’s grateful for the break from you, even if brief.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t enjoy every moment he gets to be in your presence but the more time he spends with you the harder it gets to remember that this isn’t real.

He’s not a fan of Leodall.

Not for any particular reason, he’s just odd. For a while he considered it to be jealousy, of another man working in such close proximity to you but that shouldn’t bother him to begin with.

You’re married.

He’s not allowed to be jealous of anything.

He could be gentler. He should be. But he’s fully going on instinct when he slams Leo against the wall.

“Whatcha got there?” It’s effortless. To switch back on the hunter instincts, his voice turns that familiar low tone as his fingers easily snatch the paper from the Twi’lek.

The last thing he needs is this guy delivering some kind of message revealing what the two of you have been doing.

“Sir… that’s just a few things she asked-”

He’s already stopped listening. Unfolding the parchment he sees your familiar handwriting.

dinner, skipped lunch bring enough for seconds

cake, simple flavor, maybe vanilla NOT TOO SWEET

candles

wine

What?

You always think of him.

All of this would be so much easier if you were less considerate.

Why do you have to be so smart? And kind, and beautiful, and just so you?

You have made something new of him.

Because you aren’t.

Maybe he can live like this.

He lets himself truly indulge in his daydreams when you wear it. That you do it for him, like you’re his.

“I have a surprise for you. I need you to wait out here.”

Gods, he doesn’t deserve you.

“Then here I will wait.” He would do damn near anything for you if it meant you’d keep that smile on your face. He settles his back against the wall as you disappear into your chambers.

Maybe he doesn’t know where this is going.

He only has to take one look inside to figure it out though.

People often think that he is silent for the sake of intimidation. And that was true.

Until he met you.

With you, oftentimes there are just no words.

Your face is turning red at the lack of a response as he watches you picking at your nails.

“Thank you.” He can feel the sigh of relief you let out as you return the embrace.

It’s the weirdest thing but he can’t remember ever hugging someone.

Maybe his parents, a long, long time ago. It’s new. He doesn’t want to let you go because he knows that this has drastically changed the dynamic he thought he was building with you.

You did all this.

For him.

And he’s so fucked.

Because this is more than you using him for stress relief. This breaks rules. Rules that you had insisted upon. Maker, he never even cared about the rules.

He broke it the first time you spoke to him.

He knows that now.

But then you did this.

For him.

With this one act of affection you’ve changed everything.

You’ve ruined everything.

Because he can’t act like this is just sex for you anymore. You wouldn’t do all this. Not if it was just sex.

He doesn’t want to let go.

Because in a harrowing turn of events he knows that you have shifted his short lived plans to love you from afar for as long as you’d let him.

But he isn’t perfect after all. He is just a man. That’s what he tells himself as he takes your hand and pulls you into the closet, closing the door behind the two of you and sitting.

Back to back.

“I promise not to look.” You sound so happy. Pleased with yourself that this is working out.

“I know you won’t.” It’s true. He has never felt trust that someone won’t try and look until you and without hesitation he clicks loose the airlock and sets his helmet to the side.

Once he goes to lift it to return it to its rightful place he hears you make a sound of protest.

He wishes you hadn’t done this.

“I can’t tell you. It’s supposed to be a secret.” He’s grateful to be back in the safety of his helmet because the modulator hides the way his voice trembles ever so slightly.

“Okay. Is it okay if I turn around? It’s time for your presents.”

He should leave.

He should leave and get on the next ship off of this planet but he can’t even do that because he doesn’t trust anyone to protect you from your husband.

He’s trapped here on this planet just as much as you are.

He should end this right now at the very least.

But he’s not a good man. And he’s selfish. So why not revel in the dream that you are one last time.

“You can turn around.” He feels your weight shift as he says it, at the same time he turns to face you. He isn’t sure what to expect but it definitely isn’t what you’re doing.

You’re holding out one of the plastic lilies you had bought at the market.

This is fucking brutal.

You’re perfect.

That’s what he tells himself.

But he knows the truth.

He’s weak.

And you’re perfect.

“I bought this at the markets… I wanted to surprise you. I planned on saving them for a special occasion but honestly what’s more special than a birthday?”

He could live a thousand lifetimes and he would never be a good enough man to deserve you.

You are everything good he has ever known all put into one deadly temptation wrapped in a pretty green bow.

He takes in a deep, shaky breath as he stares at you. The warm glow of the lamp makes you look positively divine. More inviting than anything else ever has been.

Think about what this means.

He leans forward to pull you into his lap, still sitting on the floor of the closet. Letting his hands just roam your body for a few moments, watching in awe at how you stare into the visor.

Like you see him through it, like you know exactly where his eyes are behind the steel.

✩

Just like everything else tonight, it’s different when he touches you.

Loving him back.

Maybe you don’t love him today, or tomorrow, or maybe not even for years. But he has a deep and profound understanding of the fact that you will.

And he can’t live with that.

It would fucking kill him. He’s certain of it. To know that’s how you feel and still not have you.

So he’ll end things.

But not now.

Not tonight when you’ve given him this .

Because he’s selfish and weak.

And you’re you.

So he’ll give you every part of him right now. As much as you’re willing to take.

He doesn’t taunt you.

He does exactly what he knows you want as he curls his fingers, as he drives you towards an orgasm without you having to ask for it because he wants to see it. He wants it branded into his memory.

He knows you know it’s different.

And he lets you.

He doesn’t tease.

“Can you give me one more sarad’ika?” He ever so slightly picked up the pace as he watched your chest bounce with each thrust.

You muddled his brain. Half the time he was with you he couldn’t even remember what language he was speaking. You gave him a meek little nod and he wanted nothing more than to kiss you.

To tear his helmet off.

Abandon his creed.

And kiss you.

But he’s broken enough rules tonight.

He will never deserve this.

He reminds himself of that with every thrust and with every beautiful moan you let out. He buries the steel of his helmet in your neck as he mumbles to himself.

“Ner kar’taylir darasuum.”

Your free hand is resting on the back of his helmet and he can feel how close you are, he knows he isn’t going to last much longer so he pulls back so you can hear him clearer.

“Happy birthday Mando.” He so fiercely wishes you could see the soft smile that he only has for you.

“Are you leaving?” For the love of gods. Your voice sounds so small at this moment he almost stays.

Almost.

Tomorrow he will be your bodyguard. Nothing else.

Because you deserve better than this.

Better than him.

“Don’t forget your flower…” You mumble it as he watches your eyes flutter open to stare at him.

He pats the notch on his belt that it’s in.

“How could I?”

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unsolicitedkiss · 2 years

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BLOOD AND SUGAR! ♡

vampire!scaramouche x fem reader : biting, degradation, name calling, orgasm denial, praising, spitting, slight mind break, gendered terms *this work has explicit content. not proofread.

being pinned against the wall whilst your boyfriend sucked your neck was definitely one way to spend the weekend.

“s-scara...” you moaned, sucking in a breath as you felt your body getting hotter with each passing second.

he was addicted to the taste of your blood, drunk on how sweet you tasted. you were biting your quivering lip, resisting the noises that threatened to spill from your mouth.

scaramouche pulled away from your neck, noticing the smell of blood from how hard you were biting down. he clicked his tongue and grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to face him.

“when did i tell you to be quiet?”

your eyes locked onto his, and for the first time that night, you saw his face. it was impossible to miss the crazed lust swirling in his eyes, suddenly feeling a powerful force pressuring you.

you clenched around nothing.

he leaned down, pulling your chin even higher so he could kiss you. he was rough, his tongue dominating the inside of your mouth. you tasted iron.

a hand sneaked down under your skirt, and you moaned into his mouth as he rubbed over your clothed cunt.

he was so aggressive, using your mouth as he wished. it would have been a complete lie if you had said you weren’t turned on by that dominant side of him, the scaramouche who pinned you against the door as soon as you entered your shared apartment and dived down on your neck.

“s-scara... can’t.. breathe—!”

you pushed him away, gasping for air.

he merely clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by how he was interrupted. the only downside from having an immortal lover was his inability to comprehend that you needed air to inhale. whenever you made out, he always left you panting and shaking without even looking fazed.

in unsteady breaths you tried to pace yourself, all while he continued to rub down on your panties, mere fabric separating his fingers from your pussy.

“w-what are you..?”

he leaned down, his breath fanning your ear. you shivered at the contact.

“whore.”

you clenched at the words, a reaction he had expected, if the proud half-smirk protruding from his face served as any indication.

sliding your underwear down your thighs, he let out a sigh of satisfaction as he plunged his digits in between your cunt.

a particularly loud whine slipped out of your lips, and you immediately covered your mouth after the realization hit you.

“all i’ve done is kiss you,” a finger dug into a sweet spot and more wanton moans left your mouth. “yet here you are — dripping wet like a depraved slut.”

you were a mess, the three fingers buried in your cunt turning you into a flustering puddle with every slight movement scaramouche provided.

“you’re not allowed to come yet.” he commanded.

“but! but scara—scara please i’m so close..!”

he felt you clench down on his digits, and as soon as you were about to release, he pulled out. you went limp, and you would have fallen down if not for the door holding your weight behind you.

“tch. are you deaf? what did i just specifically tell you not to do?”

you whined. “i-i...!”

“y-you, y-you—!” scaramouche mocked, before pulling your chin up, forcing you to look at him again.

“open up.” he ordered, and you complied a little eagerly, sticking out your tongue in preparation for what was to come.

he smirked down on you, before promptly spitting in your mouth.

the cool feeling of the saliva on your mouth made you want to gag, yet the warm pool dripping down your thighs contradicted your thoughts. you ingested it without hesitation.

“look at you, swallowing without even being asked to.” he cooed. “what a good little cumdump i have with me.”

the pet name sent shivers down your spine, the way he acted like you weren’t even human to him. simply nothing but a ragdoll for him to use, just how you liked it.

he pushed you further onto the door, your bodies centimeters away from each other. he pulled one of your legs up, kissing your thighs as he went closer to your aching core.

scaramouche suddenly sank his teeth onto your raised thigh, the sudden pressure causing you to scream. he had given no warning, and simply latched himself onto you.

he stared at your pussy as he sucked, seeing the juice dripping down. it was embarrassing, being so exposed. yet you were unable to do anything, simply standing there with the doorframe as your pillow whilst he continued to suck your blood.

scaramouche slowly lowered your leg back down, attempting to wipe off whatever was left in his mouth, affectively only smearing your blood from the lips to the side of his mouth.

he looked so fucking attractive like that.

“you’ve been such a good girl for me, haven’t you?” he smiled, the sadistic undertone not going unnoticed by you.

but you didn’t care. you were so needy, desperately waiting for him to touch you, to plow you with his cock until your throat dried out from screaming his name.

he saw the desperation in your eyes, the madness and lust filling your irises, mirroring his.

scaramouche chuckled, zipping down his pants as you watched with bated breath. what was mere seconds felt like hours, waiting for him to remove the clothes on his lower half when you were so desperate to be railed by him.

his trademark smile filled his face. a smile filled with malice. the same smile you fell in love with time and time again.

“shall i reward you, then? my sweet little cockwhore.”

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leviathans-watching · 2 years

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I remember seeing a post about one person (A) having a crush on another person (B), and A kept a stash of Bs favorite candy, and whenever they saw eachother in the hall, A would give B a piece of the candy. Later on, B saw A and got really excited, then very confused as to why.

My point, how would the brothers react to MC doing this to them?

giving beel candy

includes: beel x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list

a/n: ugh this was adorable and perfect for beel so i hope you enjoy!! thanks for requesting! my requests are currently closed!

warnings: mentions/descriptions of food/candy

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It started off simple: you saw Beel post about his favorite candy on Devilgram.

It was a brand you weren’t familiar with, but curiosity overtook you, so you made the trek down to the supermarket to buy it. It was one of those that came prewrapped in a bag, so you had no choice but to get a bunch, but it wasn’t terribly expensive, so you really didn’t mind.

On your walk home you unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth. Almost immediately, you spit the candy out, starting at it splattered on the concrete in horror. It was awful! Spicy and sour and too sweet all at once! You weren’t sure how that was even possible!

Beel likes these? you think to yourself, genuinely at a loss. They’re awful.

The taste seemed to linger in your mouth so you hurried back to your house, not even pausing to get a cup and instead drinking straight from the faucet. Once the taste was adequately washed away, you thought about what you could do.

You didn’t just want to throw them out. Not only would it be a waste of money and food, but if they were Beel’s favorite, surely there was something you could do with them to appeal to him.

The next day saw you with a handful of the candies in your backpack. You weren’t super close with Beel, but you were close enough that giving him some wouldn’t be awkward you when you ran into him after your magic class, you didn’t let yourself hesitate, pulling one out and offering it to him.

“Wait, I can have that?” Beel asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, I’m not really a huge fan.” You shake the candy once more for good measure, and Beel hesitantly takes it from you. The smile he gives you then is nothing short of blinding.

“You’re the best,” he says earnestly, pausing to unwrap it. You watch him closely as he puts it into his mouth; if they were that disgusting to you you can’t imagine he’d be able to stand them. But he just closes his eyes, sighing blissfully.

It’s a little gross, but also pretty cute, in an endearing sort of way. Cute enough for you to think that it was a good plan. You’re definitely going to keep this up.

Beel brightens upon seeing you coming out of your classroom then pauses. Why is he so happy to see you?

You catch his gaze and smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. Its incredibly cute and Beel thinks to himself Ah, yes, that’s why.

BONUS:

Beel leans down to give you a quick peck, something you eagerly lean into. It only takes a second for you to recognize the taste on his lips and pull away quickly, making a face.

“No, Beel, I’ve told you I can’t kiss you after you eat that candy,” you whine, wiping at your mouth. “Go brush your teeth.”

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.

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A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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otptings · 3 years

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Double Sided

→Idol; Hendery

→Genre; Possesive Smut

→Word Count; 3.1k+

→Warnings; degradation, thigh riding, possessive, corruption kink, jealous Hendery, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (fem receiving) , daddy (not so much as a kink), calls you his doll, degradation, somnophilia, auditory exhibitionism, breeding kink,

→Synopsis; Who would've known that Hendery would've had such a different personality than the sweet, goofy man that you met a year ago?

→A/n ~ Hope you enjoy this, I had actually cycled through multiple idols from nct and svt before finally setting on my favorite crackhead, Hendrarrrry. If you liked my one shot please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi. Feedback is wanted, and requests are open for any idol from enhypen, nct, and svt.

Hendery leaned in close to your ear, lips brushing over it as he spoke.

"Such a good girl for me.” A whimper left your mouth, your skin feeling like it was on fire where his hands gripped your waist.

Hendery was full of surprises. Seemingly so innocent when you first met him, flirting with you shyly before you got gestured to the next member by the staff at the fan meet. Somehow convincing a manager to let him talk to you again, quickly sliding you his number before he got pulled back stage to prepare for the concert. It’s been a year since that fateful day and he was constantly surprising you. Whether it was constantly gifting you presents, or taking you on random dates you were definitely well endowed with his attention.

You knew that wasn’t the only side to Hendery, the side that was always joking around, making you laugh until you felt like your lungs were going to burst. You knew that Hendery had a different side, especially after witnessing his duality at concerts.

This was nothing like you had imagined.

Straddling his thigh while he watched you grind against him, only dressed in one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of panties. Hickeys already marking your throat where Hendery got impatient - read jealous - while watching you talk with your flirty coworker. A smirk on his lips as you watched your thighs shake, head thrown back while your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders.

“So pretty.” He cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him so that your chests were touching, placing a sloppy kiss over your jugular. “All mine.”

You could only whine at his possessiveness, loving the way he tightens around your neck before letting go. Your hips start to stutter as you feel your orgasm nearing, fire burning so bright you felt as if it was going to burn you alive.

“N-need c-cum please.” Hendery’s smirk only grew while he restrained your hips, forcing your orgasm to fade away into nothingness. A sob falling from your lips while you smacked at his hands, your fourth failed orgasm of the night.

Hendery tsked as he rubbed his thumb over your bare hip, feeling his cock hardening at the sound of your dry sobs.

“You know you’re not allowed to cum. Need to show you that no one would make you feel like me.” You nodded your head as Hendery tapped your hip, signaling for you to start up again.

God, your stupid fucking coworker. You don’t even know why you agreed to go to the company holiday party. Typically choosing to just go home and cuddle with Hendery, occasionally with Bella also when Xiao had you dog sitting. You shouldn’t have told Lula that you would definitely be attending, what even came over you? Maybe it was the fact that she was the nicest one in the office, constantly joining you for lunch and becoming a workplace friend. Either way you regret it now.

You definitely regretted bringing Hendery as your date, especially knowing his tendency to get jealous. Witnessing it after Lucas got too cuddling after a few drinks, appointing you and Ten as his items of affection for the night. Hendery had dragged you to his room after witnessing Lucas attempt to sloppily kiss your cheek. He handed you one of his t-shirts before pulling you onto the bed, keeping you in his room and out of the eyes of the other guys.

You saw how antsy he was while watching you get ready, eyeing your body con dress, attempting to subtly pull it further down your thighs. His hands roaming your thighs as he watched you apply makeup. You had only sighed before asking him if he wanted to come, hoping that him being with you would calm him, keeping his jealousy at bay.

He knew you didn’t know that your coworker Jaehyuk would get flirty while drunk. Easily sliding into the empty space beside you Hendery had left when he went to the bathroom. A strained smile on your lips as you awkwardly sipped your drink, eyes flitting around to see if you could find literally anybody else to talk to. Jaehyuk didn’t let you go that easily, unwanted compliments steadily flowing from his mouth. Hendery had actually witnessed the whole thing, not trusting an intoxicated man with you. Only gripping his cup tightly, laughing at his poor attempts to flirt. It wasn’t until Jaehyuk reached out to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. Hendery hadn’t even heard the whimper that left your mouth, didn’t need to see the fear in your eyes before he was crossing the room and yanking you behind him. Saying a few choice words that left your coworker shaking as Hendery led you quickly out of the building.

Hendery didn’t want to risk you thinking about anyone else, leading to his plan to edge you until he was the only thing on your mind, the name on your tongue.

And so far? It was working exactly as planned.

“Aw look at my jeans baby, you're soaking through them.” Embarrassment flooded through you at his condescending tone. His hands squeezing your hips as he felt them start to stutter again, helping you get off.

“You wanna cum baby?” You eagerly nodded your head, hope in your mind that maybe he would go easy on you after all. You are his baby girl after all. That means he’ll be nice to you right? Right?

“Stand up.” Another sob left your mouth, feeling the pain of another lost orgasm. “Right now.” Hendery’s tone was biting, only wanting you to obey him. You stood up on shaky legs, feeling your panties uncomfortably sticking to your folds. He tsked again as he lifted your shirt, revealing the darkening pastel fabric of your underwear. Teasingly tracing around it, laughing at the way you stiffened when he pressed your clit, sensitive from riding his thigh for an hour.

“Bedroom.” The finality in Hendery’s letting you know that there wasn’t room for argument. Quickly heading to the bedroom you wasted time laying on his bed, waiting for his next instruction.

“Do you think you deserve my dick baby? You were awfully friendly with him today.” You shook your head hurriedly, as you tried to get on your knees only for him to push you back down.

“I need you, please Hendery. S’ wet for you. Need you to ruin me.” Hendery’s smirk only grew at your choice of words. Quickly removing his clothes before coming closer to the bed, running his hands over your thighs so he could watch the way that you squirm. Knowing just how much you’ll come to regret your words.

“Mm really? Want me to ruin you?”

“Please.” Hendery’s hand slid up your thighs, squeezing them intermediately before moving to the hem of your underwear, sliding his finger underneath the elastic. Pulling them to the side to admire your pussy that was glistening from your arousal.

“Aw you want me to fuck you like you’re a slut? Nothing more than my dumb little toy.”

You gasped as he blew on your clit, cold air causing you to twitch and grind your hips against the hair. Hendery only repeated the action before licking a line up your cunt, moaning as he tasted your arousal.

“My little slut tastes so good. No wonder Jaehyuk tried to get a taste.” Before you could even show your distaste at hearing that name in such an intimate time Hendery was attaching his lips to your clit. Hands flying down to tangle themselves in his dark hair, hips attempting to grind against his face when he placed a hand on your stomach, keeping your hips pinned to the bed so that you were at his mercy. Only able to pull on his hair and writhe uselessly at the onslaught of pleasure until Hendery got tired of it. And Hendery never got tired of eating pussy.

30 minutes of pure torture. Whenever he felt you clenching around his tongue too much, or a moan would get a little too loud he’d slow down. Blow on your clit, and wait for you to start to sob before going back in. Sucking on your clit even harder before repeating the process, ruining so many orgasms that you felt as if you were going insane. All of your thoughts were of Hendery and your absolute need to have him in you.

“Aw poor little baby. Look at you, trying to hump the air cause I’m not touching you.” Hendery’s condescending tone only added to his constant teasing, and belittling. Hendery loved making you like this, absolutely dick dumb. Your eyes were completely glazed over while your body shook from your dry sobs. Something so alluring knowing that you completely wanted him, hearing the constant begging leaving your swollen lips.

Leaning in he placed his lips on yours. It took a minute for your addled mind to realize what was happening. When the confusion cleared you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so that he was flush against your chest, his shirt rubbing almost uncomfortably over your sensitive nipples. His hands went to your waist, squeezing them gently before sliding his hands up under your shirt, cupping your breasts and enjoying the way that you moaned into his mouth. Quickly Hendery went to work, squeezing and flicking your nipples while his tongue slid into your work, licking into your mouth and sliding over the back of your teeth. Fingers dancing down your sides before slipping into your underwear, two fingers circling over your hole before shoving them inside of you, a high pitched moan leaving your mouth at the unexpected intrusion.

Pleads leaving your mouth when he attached his lips to your throat, sucking bruises higher up your throat. So many that you wouldn��t be able to hide them next time you say your ‘flirty’ coworker’. No way that any simple excuse would work for it, everyone would instantly know what happened and who did it. Practically branding his name into your throat, everyone being able to see that you’re his. All his to do whatever he wanted to. His little doll. His slut.

His finger’s steadily massaged over your sweet spot, thumb rubbing over your clit. Your hips were grinding against his hand, whining at the intense need to cum, scared that he was going to pull away at the last minute and cause actual tears.

“You're so close, baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy.” Hendery drank in all of your moans as you orgasmed, still working his fingers inside of you while placing sloppy kisses along your neck, one kiss for each bruise. Pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth, savoring the sweet taste of your cum that coated his fingers. Watching as your eyes slowly fluttered open to look at him, watching him clean his fingers with a content sigh. Fire already starting to burn again, knowing that the only way you would be satisfied is for him to fuck you.

“Kunhang please.” You rarely said his actual name during sex, so this was more than a pleasant surprise. His cock throbbed hearing it roll off your tongue, and he realized while he was teasing you he was also teasing himself the same exact way. Pulling his fingers from his mouth he quickly helped you take off your shirt, throwing it across the room before hastily taking his jeans off, almost falling off the bed in his haste. A quiet giggle left the both of you when he finally plopped back down, pulling you on top of him, swiftly kissing you again. Less dirty than earlier, but just as needy on both of your parts. Hands entangling in your hair before roughly forcing you to sit up, watching you arch back into nothing.

“Come on baby. You want me baby right?” Hendery smirked while watching you eagerly nod your head. “Then ride me baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

Hendery released your hair and watched how you quickly moved to sit on his cock, barely bothering to pull your panties to the side. Another loud moan leaving your mouth as you felt your tight cunt stretch around his dick, placing your hands on his chest to brace yourself.

“Come on slut. You were begging for my dick right?” A hard slap to your ass punctuated his sentence, causing you to clench unconsciously around his dick. “Then move.”

You started to bounce on him, setting a frantic pace nervous that if you didn’t he wouldn’t let you cum again. You could not handle another lost orgasm. Hendery rewarded you with a deep groan, gripping your hips tightly as you rode him like you were on a mission. His dick sliding over all of your sweet spots, the fire in your stomach growing intensely. You tried so hard to get yourself there, not wanting to disappoint him but your thighs started to shake. Already weak from being edged for almost two hours, and they only started to burn at the intense pace you had set, spreading up your hips and down to your knees.

“Can’t.” You cried out, trying to keep your set pace. Hendery’s fingers dug into your waist. You were certainly going to have bruises of his hand prints all over you.

“Can’t wait. My dumb doll can’t ride dick?” Hendery set his heels into the bed, before fucking up into you as you continued to cry that you can’t.

“You wanted my dick. But can’t even ride my dick.” Hendery grunted as he resumed the pace you set, fucking up into you hard. Your mouth hanging open, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “So fucking pathetic. My dumb fucking doll.” Hendery slid one of his hands to your clit, rubbing it roughly with his hand causing your second orgasm to hit you, cum squirting out of you and coating his thighs and stomach. At the feeling of you clenching around him he couldn’t himself and came, continuing to fuck his cum deeper into you, only stopping as you started to whine. Wrapping his arms around you, not bothering to pull out as he turned you both to the sides.

“I’m tired.” Hendery laughed at how childish you were speaking, cuddling your head further onto his chest.

“Take a nap doll. Just know we’re not done yet.” You sighed before taking his advice, the room slowly darkening and the sound of his soothing heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

God, you should’ve stayed awake. You knew he was planning something funny when he told you to sleep, but you hadn’t imagined he would wake you up with his slow thrusts, hands on either side of you while you bit the pillow below you, attempting to muffle your moans. The sounds of people stirring in the dorm caused slight fear to flow through you, panic at the thought of Ten coming into the room and seeing Hendery fucking you.

You tried to bury your face further into the pillow but Hendery had other plans, pulling your hips up so that you were on four and grabbing your hair. Yanking it causing your mouth to drop open and a loud moan to echo through the room. You already knew without seeing them that the boys had heard it, the sound of shuffling feet and forks hitting bowls stopping it briefly. You could already imagine Ten, and Lucas’ cocky smirks at the sound, Winwin’s face turning bright red from embarrassment, while Kun just tried to change the topic because of Xiao and Yangyang asking too many questions. It wasn’t the first time that they had heard you, and knowing Hendery it wouldn’t be the last.

“You're thinking about them hearing us.” You tried to deny it but Hendery only slapped your ass, the smack resounding throughout the room and if you didn’t know better you could almost hear one of the boys saying ‘ouch’. “The way you’re clenching around me. Thinking about one of them walking in huh? See me fucking my kids deeper into your messy cunt, still dripping with my cum from earlier.” Another loud moan, and an awkward cough from the other room. White, hot shame flooded your veins, knowing you wouldn’t be able to face the boys afterwards.

Teeth digging into your lip, trying to protect the little bit of dignity you still had around the boys. Hendery didn’t like that one. Grabbing your hands and holding them against your back, forcing your arch to deepen. In this position every thrust hit your g spot directly, and you weren’t able to muffle your moans, only able to helplessly drool at the intense sensations. Your continuous lack of noise was only angering Hendery, wanting all of the boys to know how good he makes you feel. They would never be able to see you like this, dick dumb and drooling, only able to mumble as he fucked into you like this.

“Dumb fucking doll. Feel so good you can’t even moan huh?” Pulling your arms you groaned from the pain as he pulled you back into his chest, free hand sliding around to play with your poor, swollen clit. Abusing it once more as he rubbed sloppy circles over it, pressing his thumb against it harshly causing a scream to leave your mouth.

“My dumb doll. My little fucking slut. All mine.” You felt yourself clench around him, orgasm rapidly approaching along with some pain from overstimulation.

“Cum for me doll, all over my dick just like this.” With one last well placed bite from Hendery at the base of your throat you felt your orgasm wash over you. Warm, tears flowing down your face as he continued to fuck into you, squirting more of his thick, hot cum into your tired cunt. Hendery slowly pulled out, laying you onto the bed before tossing on some sweatpants and heading to the bathroom.

After very thorough aftercare, you were sitting in bed with Hendery, eating noodles while watching some random movie that he had put on, Bella sensing your slightly distressed state was curled up on your lap. Glancing over at Hendery you watched as he laughed before shoving noodles into his mouth, feeling a smile tug at your lips.

No matter how many sides he had to, you loved each one of them.

⇣Random Crack Dialogue⇣

“Should we go check on her? It’s been an hour since we’ve heard anything.”

“I don’t even want to sleep in my bed, they’ve contaminated the whole room.” Ten whined while throwing himself onto Lucas.

“Let them be, we all saw how Hendery grinned at us while getting the food. He’s doing all this on purpose.”

“It is weird to say I’m proud of him.” All of them turned to Yangyang, who only shrugged his shoulders as he went back to stealing Winwin’s chips. “I mean out of everybody I would’ve thought that Lucas would be the first one to do that.”

“Hey! Can you guys believe him?”

Silence ensued, as everybody believed it.

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outsideratheart · 3 years

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When in New York (Kelley O’ Hara x reader)

Part 2

You had just finished post game media following your game against New York Liberty. You weren’t a huge fan of doing media but it made it easier considering Seattle had won.

You leave the conference room with Stewie who you had been doing the interview with.

“You seeing your family tonight” You shake your head.

“What about you?” She nods hers.

She bumps her shoulder into yours “Two New Yorkers beat New York in New York. Sounds like something to celebrate to me” She says and maybe she had a point.

You both walk into the locker room, some players have already left and some were still packing up.

“Y/N? Megan texted saying that her and a couple other teammates are at your parents restaurant and asked if we wanted to meet up with them” Sue asks.

Very few people knew about the family restaurant, you wanted to keep it a secret so that it could stay authentic. Your family was Italian and the restaurant was like a little piece of Italy in New York. The only people that knew where your Storm teammates and Megan, the honorary team mom.

You look at sue and she is giving you the look. After signing for the team she had taken you under her wing meaning that the two of you had got quite close.

“Ok, ok. No need to give me that look” You says.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes you leave the area, luckily for you the restaurant is only a few blocks away so you and Sue opted to walk saying that I would be your cool down / recovery.

“You said teammates” you says putting air-quotes around the word teammates “who’s there?” You ask.

“Alex and Kelley” she says which instantly bring a smile to your face.

“I thought that would cheer you up”

“Shut up”

You had a crush on Kelley, both Sue and Megan knew it. You met her last year when to US were playing in Seattle and Megan had invited you to a game. There was something about the defender that you really liked. You wasn’t if it was the fact that on the pitch she is a beast and off she is teddy but always had fun when you were with her.

You both enter the restaurant being greeted by your mom as soon as you come through the door.

“Mrs L/N nice to see you again” Sue says.

“Sue I have told you before, you can call me Maria” You mom says as she hugs you and sue makes her way to your friends.

“buon gioco dolce ragazza” (good game sweet girl) she tells you.

“grazie mamma” you reply kissing her cheek.

Meanwhile sue heads towards to table of soccer players.

She waves at everyone getting a mixture of hi’s and hello’s

“Hi babe” She says kissing her girlfriend on the cheek.

“Hi” Megan replies. “Where Y/N?” She asks noticing that you wasn’t behind sue.

“She’s in here somewhere” Sue says. She knew that you would probably been saying hi to your dad in the kitchen but she couldn’t tell them that.

“See Kel, you have a few more moments to get your crush in check” Alex jokes with her friend.

“Shut up!” Kelley replies.

“Hi guys” you say as to approach the table.

You notice Kelley staring at you so you take the opportunity to tease her.

“Like what you see?” You say making the defender blush.

“Have you ordered food yet?” You ask.

“No we were waiting for you. We know we are having though” Alex tells you as she hands you a menu.

“Thanks but I don’t need it” You say handing the menu to Sue who shakes her head letting you know she doesn’t need it either.

“You already know what you’re having?” Kelley asks.

“Not exactly” Sue says which confuses the others.

Looking around the restaurant you catch the attention of one of the waiters.

You let him know you are ready to order.

Each of the women tell him what they want and then it is your’s and sue’s turn.

You look at sue and she nods her head.

“dì a gianni che avremo quello che consiglia” (tell gianni we will have what he recommends) Sue says

“Certo” The waiter says.

You look at Sue and smile in approval.

“You getting very good, maybe time for a trip” You say.

“You speak Italian?” Kelley asks Sue.

“Y/N does and she has been teaching me for the past couple of years”

“Who is Gianni?” Alex asks.

“He is the chef here” You explain.

You start talking about the storm game when you mom bring across a bottle of limoncello hand you the bottle and 5 shot glasses.

“Grazie” You say

You pour everyone a glass and hand them out.

“You get table service here?” Kelley asks.

“No, I asked for it when I came in” You reply.

You raise you class and everyone copies.

“Here to us. We change the game and provide hope for the next generation of female athletes” You say and everyone takes a sip except Kelley who shots it.

“You sip it Kel. If not you’ll be on the floor an hour” Megan says.

“You would know” you tease causing you and the forward to laugh.

“I will pour you another but this here” you say pointing to the bottle “is the real stuff, not something you find in a liquor store. It comes straight from a vineyard in Italy where this restaurant makes it’s wine”

“You know a lot about this restaurant, the chef’s name and now where it makes it’d alcohol” Alex questions.

“What can I say, I have been coming here since I was a baby” you explain.

“that’s one way to put it” sue says under her breath, no quiet enough though as you send her a glare.

You look at Kelley as she takes a sip.

“Tastes better doesn’t it” She nods her head.

Your food arrives and you all say how nice it looks and smells.

“Oh.my.god” Kelley says between mouthfuls.

“I agree, this is incredible. Megan how did you find this place? Alex asks.

“Y/N” Megan replies and Alex nods remembering that you said you came here when I was younger.

Conversation is small and simple as you all focus on your food.

You thank the waiter telling him the the food was delicious as he clears the table.

“Y/N can I ask you a question” Kelley asks.

“Only if I can ask you one?”

“Why Italian and are you fluent” She asks

“I’m Italian so I had to learn in order to talk to family in Sicily”

“Prove it. Tell me something in Italian?”

“quando ci siamo conosciuti pensavo fossi la persona più bella del mondo”

“Sounds very romantic” Alex says.

“What does it mean?” Kelley asks.

“it means ‘when we met I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world’” You tell her making sure to look her in the eyes when you say it.

Kelley is at a loss for words, what is she suppose to say to that.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable” You say slowly regretting what you said, not that you didn’t mean because you did.

“I’ll go get us some more drinks” you says excusing yourself from the table.

“Kelley” Alex says trying to get her friends attention.

“Does she say that kind of thing to everyone?” Kelley asks sue.

She shakes her head “She isn’t that type of person Kelley”

“You should tell her how you feel” Megan suggests.

Kelley shakes her head “what if she doesn’t feel the same way”

“You honestly think that after hearing what she just said” Alex says not believing her friends blindness.

You walk back to the table with two bottles of red wine.

“Dessert wine anyone?” You say trying to avoid the awkwardness. “trust me, this will be the best you tasted”

“It’s what they make in Italy right?” Alex says, you nod pouring her a glass.

Out of all the woman at the table to knew that Alex was the one that drank wine. You wait eagerly to see If she likes it.

“Nice right”

Alex nods her head.

You all sip on your wine talking about everything and anything, for a moment you forget that you are all major athletes and it just feels like a group of friends catching up.

Once you are done Alex gets the attention of the waiter for the bill but he tells them that it has been settled.

She looks around the table confused but notices that Megan and Sue and looking directly at you.

“Y/N”

“What? We don’t do this very often. Let me treat my friends”

“Thank you” Alex and Kelley say at the same time.

You are just about to leave when your mom comes to the table.

“Did you all enjoy your meal?” She asks.

“It was incredible, I cannot wait to come back” Kelley says.

“I agree, I will definitely come back whenever we are in New York” Alex says.

“I’ll see you two soon ok” she says putting an arm around Sue and Megan. She had met them numerous times when she came to Seattle but her comment stumped the other two.

“Of course, next time your in Seattle you have to show me how to make your lasagne, I always eat the ones you make Y/N” Megan looks at you when you realises what she said.

It looks like your secret was about to get two new keepers.

“Alex, Kelley” your mom says now directed her attention to the other two soccer players “Any friends of my daughters are always welcome here”

“Wait, your daughter?” Kelley says looking at you confused.

“Meet my mom Maria” you say.

“This makes more sense. It is why you know so much about this restaurant” Alex says.

You nod your head.

You all make sure your way our of the restaurant. You had learned that Megan, Alex and Kelley were all staying in the same hotel as you and sue so you walked back together. Sue, Megan and Alex walk ahead leaving you and Kelley alone.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable earlier, it’s just that whenever I am near you I feel this connection and thought maybe you felt it too. I wouldn’t have said what I said if I didn't” you say

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, you caught me of guard. Nobody has every said something like that to me, definitely not in Italian” Kelley explains.

“I find that hard to believe, I mean look at you, you are beautiful” You say.

Kelley blushes again which you find adorable “ You were right before. I feel the connection too but I never did anything about it because we live so far away from each other”

“Can’t we just let ourself be happy even it it’s only a short period of time. We focus so much on the bigger picture that we don’t see what is right in front of us” You tell her.

“What do you have in mind?” She asks and you smile, you had wanted to do this for a quite a while.

“When do you leave New York?”

“Not until the day after tomorrow”

“Perfect! Have breakfast with me?”

“I would love to” she replies.

Kelley stops walking “for the record, I find you very beautiful too”

You smile holding you hand out and she takes it.

You walk back to the hotel hand in hand, not talking just making the most of each others company whilst you can.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt one shot #uswnt imagine #kelley o'hara #kelley o’hara x reader #kelley o’hara imagine #kelley o’hara one shot

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angelz-dust · 3 years

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heatwave (jason todd x gender neutral!reader)

summary: extreme heat leads to a little accident with your popsicle and jason finds a way to rectify the problem.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni) - smut, unprotected sex (no condom, no pulling out - pls wrap it up y’all), shower sex, mild food play (popsicle), mild choking.

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the sun shone through the window of your bedroom, the rays of light dancing against your sweaty skin as the wind from your fan made the blinds shake. you laid out on your bed, which had been stripped of its comforter, in only your underwear. you were about ready to peel those off of yourself, too. you weakly grabbed at your phone, checking the weather. 77 degrees.

77 degrees, your ass. it felt like 90.

as much as you enjoyed reaping the consequences of a depleting ozone layer, you felt like it was time to do something to control the temperature in your apartment. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to handle breathing in air that felt thick enough to chew. slowly, you sat up, having to peel your sheet off of your sweaty back. you were going to have to do the laundry at some point because going back to sleep in drenched sheets was just as disgusting as it sounded. that was a problem for 3pm you, though. 11am you needed water. desperately.

waddling your way to the kitchen, you opened the refrigerator door and you let out a loud moan of satisfaction. the bright white lights invited you inside its cold confines and you could've swore you saw a dead relative or two beckoning you in. you didn't want to leave the door open for too long, so you quickly grabbed the last water bottle and shut it. you wasted no time swallowing down the cold liquid, ignoring how it made your teeth hurt and froze your throat. you didn't even care that some of it had spilled down the front of your body, down your chest and to the band of your underwear. you welcomed the cold droplets onto your burning hot skin.

“fuuuuuuck,” you breathed out, your body going limp as it pressed itself against the metal refrigerator door. you could feel your perspiration creating a suction between it and your skin. it was fine, though. you had no intention of moving anyway.

had it not been for your brain taking a few minutes to power itself off, you would've heard the familiar jingle of keys unlocking the front door and you would've turned to see jason coming in with the desserts you requested.

“what the hell are you doing?” you heard him say and you slightly turned towards him, a dazed look on your face. he was already stripping out of his clothes before he even asked.

“dying,” you responded, opening the freezer for him as he threw in some ice cream and multiple boxes of popsicles.

jason put his hand on your clammy shoulder, slowly ripping you off of the fridge. he turned you towards him, holding some contraption in his hand, which appeared to be a cross between a spray bottle and a fan. without saying anything, he turned it on and began spraying you down like a misbehaving cat, only you didn't flinch. no, you relished in the feeling of the mist on your face.

“here. i got one for myself, too,” he said, handing you the fan. you smiled happily as you started spraying and fanning yourself all over.

“i hope whoever invented this is getting bomb ass head right now,” you breathed out, starting to feel some relief.

“what about the guy who bought it for you? what does he get?” jason asked, starting his fan up and spraying his chest, it now glistening with both sweat and tap water.

“absolutely nothing until the temperature drops,” you smiled at him. “what flavors did you get?”

jason’s lips puckered slightly as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. “strawberry, pineapple, and this caribbean mix with a bunch of flavors in it. you might wanna wait on eating them, though. they’ll probably melt fast.”

“it's a risk i'm willing to take,” you said, going and grabbing a popsicle for yourself. you unwrapped it and hummed happily at the flavor against your tongue. the brand jason bought was a little more expensive but it was definitely worth it. the real fruit juices and chunks were much more satisfying to taste than the artificial flavoring of the other brands.

“is it good?” jason asked, a small smile on his lips. despite being uncomfortably hot, seeing you happy made it bearable. the fact that he was able to provide you with the things you needed, even if it was something as simple as your favorite popsicle, made him feel good.

“mhm,” you nodded, some of the juices starting to trickle down your chin and onto your chest. you looked down and frowned a little. you started spraying your chest, trying to get the stickiness to go away.

jason watched you desperately try to lick up the juices that were now sliding down the stick and getting on your hands. it just wouldn't stop and it was making a huge mess, just as he had warned you it would.

“sweetheart, there's more popsicle on your chest than there is in your mouth,” he commented condescendingly and you glared at him.

“maybe that's how i like eating it, jason,” you said, his name coming out of your mouth like venom.

“you know what? i like eating it that way, too,” he nodded in agreement, stepping towards you and dipping his head down to lick at your collarbone and move down the valley of your chest.

your breath hitched at the unexpected contact and the added body heat to your personal bubble. jason had come back up, giving you a soft kiss and licking the remnants of your most recent bite off of your lips. as badly as you wanted to melt into the kiss, you pulled away. you grabbed your fan and started spraying him in the face.

“down, boy,” you scolded him playfully, little giggles coming from him as he flinched his punishment. “i'm trying to eat.”

“so am i,” he smirked, taking the popsicle from you and taking a bite out of it. he looked around the room, whistling as he not so subtly let the popsicle fall against your chest and dragging it down some, watching as it dripped down your abdomen. you gasped out as the contrasting temperatures, your back hitting the fridge.

“oh wow. i'm so sorry,” his fake apology rang against your ears. he took the dessert off of your skin, handing it back to you. “i'll get that for you.”

his lips and tongue fell upon your skin again, dragging over the stains. he found himself at your nipples, despite not getting anything on them. he swirled his tongue around the quickly hardening buds, managing to get a pleasant sound from you. he got on his knees, collecting the sweetness that was threatening to make it way to your underwear. he eagerly lapped it all up before it got to that point, firmly holding your hips against the door to prevent you from moving away.

“jason, it's too hot,” you sighed as he planted kisses up your naval, looking up at you with playful eyes.

“i know. this is really sexy, isn't it?” he spoke against your body, which got himself sprayed again by you. this time, he saw it as encouragement instead of a punishment. how thoughtful of you to help keep him cool while he focused on making you feel good.

you kept spraying him until he eventually let up, laughing again as he got off of his knees. “fine, fine. if you won't indulge me in my sexy popsicle fantasy, can we at least go take a shower?”

“only to get the juice off. no other reason,” you said coyly and he smirked at you, giving you a firm nod.

“of course. what other reason would there be?” he asked as the two of you headed to the bathroom, touching at each other and giggling your entire way there, taking what little clothes you both had off of each other. by the time the water started running, the little act had dropped and you were all over each other. it was freezing, which put your bodies into a slight shock as you panted heavily in between feverish kisses.

jason’s favorite thing to do was hoist you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist. he liked showing you how strong he was and feeling your body flush against his own. he made sure to position you high enough against the tile wall so you wouldn't have water violently hitting your face, but close enough to where you could still feel it everywhere else. he never allowed himself to be blinded by lust at the expense of your comfort.

his hips rolled into yours and his face found its way back to your chest, peppering it with kisses. you carded your fingers through his wet hair, tugging at it just how he liked. even though you were doing a very physically taxing activity, this was the coolest you had felt all day. you wasted no time giving jason’s plump lips the kisses they had deserved earlier, your boyfriend more than happy to reciprocate. as much as you didn't want to part from him again, he pulled away and began suckling at your neck. normally you would object to being marked in such a visible location but you gave him a pass this one time. after all, he was the guy who bought you the spray fan.

your feet touched the ground again and he turned you around, pressing you against the wall and grinding softly into your backside. it didn't take him long to pull your leg up and slowly insert himself inside of you. you started seeing stars and that's when your legs became like jelly, causing you to lose your balance. jason quickly reacted, your hearts pounding as you tried to stay vertical.

“are you alright?” he asked, his nose rubbing the shell of your ear.

“yeah, i just got dizzy,” you explained, grabbing his hand with an embarrassed smile. “i'm okay.”

“so clumsy,” he grinned, kissing your temple as his slow thrusting began. his hand trailed down your side and landed on your ass, using it as leverage.

you moaned his name as he started going deeper and slower. he was teasing you now, which was to be expected. even on the hottest of days, in one of the least comfortable locations, he didn't pass up the opportunity. jason treating this like any other love making session and not just a quickie turned you on even more. he never let you question his dedication to making you unravel beneath him.

“jason, please. stop teasing me,” you begged him, knowing that was the only way he would stop. closed mouths don't get fed, as he would say.

“only because you asked so nicely,” he responded smugly, picking up the pace now. the sounds of slapping skin and breathy moans were amplified by the acoustics of the room. you began feeling a slight ache; a result of jason’s girth and length inside of you. a normal person would’ve asked for a break, but not you. it fueled you to continued, fucking back against him and squeezing around the very thing that was causing you mild pain.

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked you and you didn't respond. you hated how he always knew exactly what you were doing. “tell me it does, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it.”

you ignored him again, moving against him a little faster now. his hands quickly went to your hips, holding you still. “answer me,” he whispered in your ear and you whimpered in defeat.

“it feels good,” you mumbled, trying to move again, but to no avail.

“sorry, i didn’t catch that.”

“it feels good, jason.”

“i'm glad. i want you to feel good,” he smiled, letting you go. you continued to try and reach your high, doing most of the work now while jason watched. his hands caressed your body, encouraging you to continue.

“does it feel good for you?” you asked him and he nodded.

“it always does, sweetheart. i feel amazing whenever i’m with you,” he told you, starting to meet you half way with his thrusts. “doesn't matter if i'm inside you or not.”

you felt your face heat up at his words. you hated how he had that effect on you. you felt yourself slip against the wet tile again and he caught you, pulling you back against him.

“would you stop doing that?” the two of you laughed together, taking a quick breather. “i need you to not die in the middle of me fucking you, okay?”

“okay, i'm sorry,” you giggled as jason helped you get back into position. “i'm sorry.”

“it's alright, don't worry,” he reassured you, slipping his hand up your front and around your throat. “is this okay?”

you nodded, feeling more secure in this modified position. despite your little interruption, you still felt as needy as ever. his grip on you was so gentle that you could almost be convinced you’d slip again, but jason knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what he needed to do to keep you safe and not hurt you in the process.

“let’s finish up,” jason’s tone was comforting and you hummed in agreement, picking up right where the two of you left off. it didn't take long, either. you could feel the pressure building up inside of you, waiting to wash over you. once you felt his tip pressing against that sweet spot he was so good at exploiting, you knew there was no going back now.

you both started getting sloppy, jason’s thrusts being less methodical and your movements no longer matching with his. jason’s broken gasps and moans send you over the edge, sending you spiraling in euphoria. his grip on your throat tightened very slightly as he filled you up, his face resting in the crook of your neck. you let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, feeling his cheek pressing against you, silently urging you to turn around. you complied, your noses grazing each other before your lips met again with little kisses.

“we can take a real shower now,” he smiled against your lips, kissing you again. “no more sexy fantasies. i promise.”

“no more sexy fantasies during a heatwave,” you corrected him, grabbing your wash cloth and wiping away some of the sweat forming at his hairline. “any other time, they will be greatly accepted and expected.”

“good to know.”

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd smut #red hood smut #dc x reader

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Demigod MC Series: Dionysus

Hey y’all, sorry for going dark! I’m alright, almost completely recovered in fact! I just got so sleepy while my body was fighting stuff off and couldn’t really work up the energy to write... Still going to be spotty for a short time, but I’m glad to have gotten this done. See ya soon!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus

Lucifer

Well, this mortal stumbled out of the portal covered in glitter, body paint, and carrying a red solo cup… which they proceeded to stare at like, "'ell sshhit… Thiz iz sum stron s'uff…"

First impressions were not on their side here.

He spent a depressingly long amount of time more or less assuming that the MC was a drunken f-up and spent the first few months trying to make them more… presentable.

But like… How do you stop someone from acting like a drunk fool when they can turn any drink they touch alcoholic???

For months they would show up to meetings buzzed or stumbling, all smiles and all giggles but HORRIBLY unprofessional, and he just couldn't stand it!

But then he found out their little secret…

Assassination threats befall the exchange students all the time. Most of them are dealt with quickly but some (through skill or dumb luck) manage to slip through...

He had been walking with the MC through their new vineyard in the House's courtyard, yet again trying to lecture them about their drunken behavior, when suddenly the two were ambushed!

Ten or so heavily armored demons dropped down from the sky to attack them! Lucifer was so preoccupied that he got cornered by three of them and it took him a hot minute to destroy them.

When he looked back at the mortal (who had been fighting a 1-on-7) he was certain they'd have been kidnapped or worse…

But he saw that they had already cut down two attackers with their weapon with ease. The other five were rolling in the dirt, babbling about inexplicable terrors and imaginary pain as their minds succumbed to madness…

Meanwhile, the MC just stood in the middle of it all with the icy glare of someone who’s just revealed how stone-cold sober they've always been under the surface...

When they turned back to him, they put their usual ditzy smile back on over the tormented wails of the demons around them...

MC: Whoopsie… Gotta little mad there. 🙂

He uh… took a big ol'step off their back after that. Surprisingly, they're more pleasant (and less dangerous) "drunk" than they are sober…

Mammon

Oh HELL yeah!! Lucifer actually gave him a mortal that knows how to party!!

Admittedly, they looked like utter trash when they first met, like, "Hey, I've been at this party since DAWN" trash, but they gave him one good look and pulled together a surprisingly hot smile.

MC: "-ey yer cute… Ya like strip poker?"

Spoken like someone else who also makes shit decisions… They were going to get along just fine!

And they did. The MC to him was that one friend that's always down for anything. Just anything. Whenever. Wherever.

He wants to try sneaking into Lucifer's room to steal stuff? Sure, what time?

He wants to take a mattress and see if he can ride it down the grand staircase of the palace? Alright, we bringin' pillows too?

He needs to set up another scheme that's gotta involve live rats and box of tiny hats and monocles?? That's oddly specific but count them in!!

Sometimes he honestly can't tell if they're laid back or just crave chaos... but it works out fine for him either way so who cares? 🤷‍♀️

And if you think normal Mammon is a pain in the ass for Lucifer? Check out drunk Mammon. All the same urges but literally none of the (marginal) competence!!

At one point, the eldest ended up stringing both Mammon and the MC from the ceiling after they both barged into his office looking for Goldie… while he was still in there… watching them wander around aimlessly calling out for a piece of plastic like it was a missing puppy…

They end up together on the ceiling a lot come to think of it, but hey, at least now he has some company. 😌

Leviathan

Thinks they're the most normal normie to have ever normed on this normie planet!!!

No, seriously. They're a billion times worse than Asmo!! All they want to do is go to parties and drink all the time! What kind of use is he to someone like that??

… That being said they ARE pretty fun to be around… And their sake is WAY better than anything he could get off Akuzon!!

They also like karaoke too! So at least he has someone else to go with (even if they get so drunk they can’t remember any lyrics and just belt barely coherent discount Mariah Carey vocals behind him...)

Of course, the real fun between these two is everybody else getting to watch a couple of the Devildom's sloppiest drunks attempt to communicate with each other…

Levi: MMM-*hic*-MCCC…!!! *throws himself at them from across the bar*

MC: What Leviachan??? 😨 Did the chair kick you off?!

Levi: Nooo! *pokes their cheek* I wanna-I wanna tell you sometin'...! *tries pulling them closer*

MC: Whaa? Secrets?? *leans in eagerly*

Levi: Mammon used all ma money on’a pyramid scheme a thou-zand years ago… AND HE STILL WON'T PAY ME BAAA-!!! 😭😭 *starts shaking them violently*

MC: *getting flung around like a limp noodle* Waaaat?! Nooo!!! I'm so sowwy!! 😢

Mammon: *watching it all go down right next to him* 😑 Ya guys need some water… I'm cuttin' ya off, got it?

MC: 😱 Shut yer whore mouth, criminal!! *starts pelting him with pretzel bites*

Levi: 😤 Yah!! *joins in*

Good thing he's a shut-in, because the hangovers he gets after those escapades are unreal…

Satan

A little concerned for their liver, honestly… How much damage have they already done to the poor thing...?

But at the same time, he'll be damned if they don't make some utterly fantastic wine!

Alcokinesis wasn't a power he would have pegged a demigod to have but apparently the great art of making drinks comes from their godly DNA.

When they first met, he was trying to get the MC to act less slovenly but made the mistake of agreeing to a wager: he'd let them dress however they pleased if they could give him the BEST drink he'd ever tasted.

Now, Satan isn't a huge drinker (thank you terrible alcohol tolerance), but he's still a man of fine tastes. Plus, he's sampled Demonus from Diavolo royal stock before. They should not have won…

But on that day, he had to let them go to RAD in a pink blanket toga... 😑 Their wine is just THAT good.

He hates to admit it, but they've gotten him drunk more times than he could probably count too… He's not a huge fan of clubbing with them and the others, but if they bring over a bottle from their vineyard he just can't resist. They're a master of their craft, truly.

And it's a good thing he likes their drinks so much, because if they called him, "Kitty-boy," when he's sober, he may have just become a sour grape himself…

They also may or may not have copious amounts of blackmail material of him either meowing between sentences, sobbing over some fictional character he likes, pole dancing on dares….

Yeah, he's been trying to destroy their phone for months now. If Lucifer were to see ANY of that, he's done for… 😣

He has also been meaning to ask them about other aspects of their abilities, their father is also the God of Madness after all, but anytime he tries to bring it up they shove another glass in his hand and tell him not to kill the mood...

Eh. What's the harm in having another drink, right? 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus

Honey. He's MET Dionysus. He's been to a Dio-party or two and they're INSANE. He could not be more thrilled by this!!!

He practically scooped them up on the first night that they were in the House and it’s practically been a nonstop rave between these two ever since. They’re like the party twin he never knew he needed!!

He absolutely abuses their ability to turn pretty much any drink they touch into alcohol at clubs. It makes the nights so much easier on the wallet PLUS it makes an excellent little party trick to impress the succubi! Who doesn’t want a free drink? 😏

And can he just say that their drinks are better? Just flat out amazing! If it weren’t so unhealthy he’d consider drinking nothing but their booze and wine for the rest of his days, Satan’s certainly getting close to it.

But little does Satan know, he’s not even getting the GOOD stuff...

There’s the normal wine: grapes picked from the vineyard, hand squeezed, then magically helped through the fermenting process. But their real good stuff? They were given enchanted oak barrels from their father and anything that comes out of those is worth starting a WAR over. 😩

He knows, because he gifted an extra bottle to Diavolo once and Barbs came to him the very next day demanding to know what vineyard had produced it with the look of man willing to annex a small nation...

Asmo had to beg Lucifer to talk to Diavolo after the butler more or less kidnapped the MC back to the Castle… Devil knows even Barbs wouldn’t ever be able to reproduce their wine, so they could have been locked there for eternity!!

Thankfully, he got his party-buddy back and their debauchery continued! (Just now with Barbatos following them around sometimes like he’s trying to gather state secrets... It’s an impossible task but he hasn’t given up yet, bless his black heart.)

Beelzebub

He isn't much bothered by their carefree nature, at least they seem to be having fun with his family which he appreciates. 🙂

To be honest, though, he nearly ate them when they first met because they smell like freshly peeled grapes… and for good reason.

By their third day at the House they had (somehow) planted and cultivated a full on vineyard in the courtyard. Hell, the wall growing to their bedroom balcony was covered in grapevines!! Always ripe and completely healthy in defiance of the lack of sun... Whatever magic they used was strong.

And, of course, their grapes were also delicious! Easily among the best fruits he's ever tasted! Every cluster is ridiculously plump, juicy, and sweet like little droplets of pure Heaven… 🤤

When their fruit first ripened, the MC came out with a basket to collect some only to find Beel had gouged himself on over half of their crop!!!

… which may have been why he got snared up on one of the courtyard walls by pissed off grapevines... Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through them and had to wait for Lucifer to cut him down… 😔

From then on, Beel was pretty much the pesky rabbit to the MC's harvest. They had to set up traps and magical barriers to keep him from their precious grapes…!! Which inevitably meant one of his brothers had to come rescue him from their furious vines at least once a week... 🙄

SOMETIMES, the MC will bring him along to help harvest with them with the deal that he can have an extra basket for however many he helps them pick. But the second he takes a bite he shouldn't, it’s back on the wall!

Out of the vineyard, they're nice enough. But put some grapes between these two and they're mortal enemies… STOP messing with their plants, Beel!! 😤

Belphegor

So… this drunken fool is supposed to get him out of the attic? Never mind, this is never going to work…

He was SEVERELY underwhelmed when the "human" finally made it up the steps. This was who they decided to bring for their exchange program? They seemed like they could barely stand!

Naturally, he figured all the better for him. They probably wouldn't even last that long!

Some poor, incompetent human falling victim to a demon out there? Diavolo's reputation would in tatters and he wouldn't even have to lift a finger! (His favorite way of doing things really 😌).

But… they just kept coming back? Like. Nothing was killing them….! How guarded were they keeping this moron??

Or… maybe it was something else?

Sure, the MC seemed like a drunken idiot but there were times when he'd swear that they were just… too aware to be sloshed…

MC: *suddenly stops smiling at him mid-conversation and looks him in the eye* You tilt your head when you lie. You know that?

How can someone so cheerful ALSO be so unnerving…?

So really, he should have seen their sudden heel-turn after they opened the door coming. There he was, fully intending to take them by surprise and choke them after a hug…

...and they knocked him down, climbed onto his back like a spider monkey, and rode him around like a bucking bull using his horns like handlebars!!

It wouldn’t have been AS humiliating if they didn’t also keep shouting things like "Giddiyap!" And "Yee-haw!!"

It took him a whole month to be sure that any and all footage of that nightmare was erased and he STILL hates the MC quite a bit for it…. But he's too scared to attack them now, so…

The lesson here? It's not a fair fight when one side’s crazy... 😔😒

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me demigods

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Maybe some Colin exhibitionism??? Like maybe Colin and the reader are in a hotel on a high floor, and they fuck near a window? If that's dumb plz feel free to ignore this lol - @kaislittleheadliner

That is not dumb at all!!! I love that idea so much, he’d be all blushy but so turned on at the same time. (Also it’s been a minute since I’ve written smut so I’m sorry if this sucks)

The Top Floor

Summary: you and Colin are staying at a hotel in between a mission. You both drink a little too much champagne and start asking each other where the wildest place you’ve ever had sex is. And one thing leads to another and Colin asks if you’ve ever done it against a window in a hotel.

Word count: 1936

Warnings: smut, +18, sub Colin, exhibitionism, female receiving

You looked out at the city below, cars bustling by and people crowding the streets despite it being late evening. It was a wonderful view, a little too nice for what was supposed to be a lodging in between your investigation in the city. You turned around as you heard the door open, peeling your gaze away from the large window.

Colin walked in carrying a bottle of champagne in his hands. “Look what the hotel gifted us.” You took the bottle from him examining the expensive label and brand.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “The hotel gifted us this?”

“They gifted, I bought, same difference.” You laughed at his admittance.

He reached into the back pockets of his slacks, pulling out two glasses and flipping them in his hands. “Impressive.” You took your glass from him.

“I learned it from a movie.” He winked and filled your drink to the brim.

You and Colin had been flirting with each other for a while now. Sly jokes and fleeting touches here and there. You couldn’t deny how his handsome features made you swoon and when the muscles rippled in his arms your thighs clenched. Colin sat down next to you on the bed, sipping at his own glass and he reviewed the case with you.

But a couple drinks later you were both too giggly to focus. Your conversations drifting from work to more interesting topics such as first kisses and first dates. You leaned back onto your elbows, tilting your head back as you finished your third drink of the night. The bubbly liquid flowing down your throat seamlessly. “So.” You started, biting your lip as you watched Colin through half lidded eyes. He was laying at the other end of the bed, his head resting on your legs.

“What?” He asked with a lazy smile, turning his head, making a curl spring loose from his gelled hair.

“Where is the craziest place you’ve ever done it?”

“Done what?”

You giggled at his naivety. “You know what.” You giggled for a second more before reducing it to a smile. “Where’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex.” You whispered the last part, the alcohol making you almost embarrassed to say the word.

Colin’s eyes widened and he nearly rolled off the bed. His face was redder than you had ever seen it, he had never been asked something that straightforward before. He stayed silent, playing with the rim of his glass. You bounced your leg to regain his attention. “Come onnnn, tell me.”

Colin let out an airy laugh, his eye darting between you and the floor. “Okay okay.” He took a deep breath. “I guess in the backseat of my car.”

“That’s the wildest place?” You asked with a drunk giggle.

Colin’s face burned at your question yet again. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat, trying his best to play it cool as he turned the question back at you. “Well where’s the wildest place you’ve ever done it?”

You smirked, shifting so that you were laying on your side now, Colin had his head propped up in his hands. “On top of a Ferris wheel.”

Colin wet his lip, trying to ignore the dull ache that had been coming from his crotch ever since this conversation had started. “Really.”

“Mhmm.”

Colin played with a loose string on the duvet, gathering his courage. Because he knew once he started this conversation there was no going back. “Where are some of the other places you’ve done it?”

You began to list where you’d had sex, pausing after each one to explain what exactly took place. You could feel your own arousal starting to form as you went on. After you listed the last one Colin lifted his head to look at you. “Have you ever done it against a window in a hotel?” You didn’t miss the way his eyes glanced between you and the large window looking out at the city. You also didn’t miss the tent that he was trying to hide in his pants.

You ran your tongue over your teeth. “No.”

It hung heavy in the air, you both knew what he was getting at. And what his question had meant to lead to. His face was red but his eyes were dark with need and lust. His voice was barely a whisper but you heard it, hanging onto every word. “Would you like to?”

Colin’s breath hitched as he watched you shift, leaning down to kiss him, his lips parting automatically for you. You heard him whimper against your lips, letting your tongue explore his mouth. Lightly sucking on his tongue before pulling away with. Colin was breathless, his chest heaving and you had barely touched him.

You ran your thumb across his cheekbone, pressing an open mouth kisses to the exposed skin of his neck. Lightly moving the collar of his shirt to the side. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“Please.” Colin didn’t even know what he was begging for but he was ready to accept anything you were willing to give him.

You lifted yourself off the bed, making Colin stand with you. You were pressed flushed together, his crotch rubbing against yours in the most satisfying way. He began to slowly rut against you, letting out soft moans as he gained some friction. You let him even moving in sync, a moan of your own slipping past. But you were too needy to let it go on for long. And judging from the damp spot on the front of his slacks so was he.

You made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, roughly pushing it off his shoulders. He did the same to you, fingers shaking as your bra clad chest was exposed to him. His hands hovered over your breast, longing to touch them. You reached behind and undid the claps of your bra, tossing it aside. Colin groaned and immediately attached his hands to you. You let out a sigh of relief as he began to massage your breasts, lighting thumbing over your nipples.

You snaked your hand down and ran your hand over the front of his pants, watching the shiver that ran down his body. He pulled away and moved to undo his belt, but his hands were so shaky he couldn’t even undo the buckle. You gave him a gentle smile and did it for him. He immediately discarded his pants and his hands played with the string of your panties, your pants had been taken off long ago.

You put your hands over his and guided the material down your thighs, letting it pool around your ankle before kicking it off. At seeing you fully bare, Colin dropped to his knees, his hot breath fanning over where you needed him most. He could smell you, and he was dying to taste you. He nudged his head against your thighs, silently asking for you to let him do what he wanted.You pressed your back fully to the window, the cool surface contrasting to your warmth in the best way. “Go on baby.”

Colin began to kiss up your thighs, pressing one lingering kiss onto your hip bone. Sucking a hickey there before running his tongue across your folds, stopping when he got to your clit. He began to suck, his teeth gently nipping. Your head fell back against the glass, you hands coming to pull at his hair, messing up his once neat style. “You’re doing so good.” Colin groaned, sending vibrations up your core. “All of the city can see you eating me out and making me feel so good if they look up.” You teased, grinding your dripping pussy against his hungry lips. “Such a dirty boy.”

You could see his cock throbbing in his boxers, the mix of your praise and degradation making him even more turned on. You gently pulled him back from your core, swooning at the dazed look on his face. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth was dripping with your juices. You pushed some of it back into his mouth, letting out a groan as he began to suck on your fingers. He let go of them with a pop and eagerly surged forward, wanting to make you finish on his tounge. But you stopped him, making him let out a low whine and look up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“As much as I’d love to have you between my thighs all day, I needed you now.” You dragged Colin back up to his feet. He watched as you turned around, pressing your front fully to the glass. Colin watched as your pussy flutter, your wetness dripping further down your thighs.

He moved closer, letting his cock spring free of his boxers. You could have drooled at the sight, he was absolutely perfect. The tip was an angry red with a pearl of precum dribbling down the side, he was the perfect combination of long and thick. It seemed even though you had given him control he still needed your guidance. “Please.” He whined, kissing up your spine. You reached back and pulled him forward by his ass, his member sitting flush along the curve of your ass.

“Come on pretty boy.” You grabbed his member, lining it up with your entrance. “Fuck me.” Colin thrust into you in one quick movement, letting out a loud groan.

“God, it’s been so long.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, him trying to get used to the feeling while you took time to adjust. But after a couple second you both began to move. He thrusting up wildly, as you met his movements. Each snap of his hips, pressing you closer to the window, your tits smushed against the glass. His hands were locked on your hips, desperately trying to reach as deep as he could. You leaned back into him, tangling one hand in his hair. “Fuck I’m close.” He whined.

“Me too.” You moaned out. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier. You turned in his grasp, so your back was to the window once again. You locked one leg behind his back and began to bounce on his cock. The new position made his knees weak and he leaned on you for supports.

“I’m gonna come.” As soon as the words left his mouth he did, pulling out to release his cum all over your lower belly. He reached down and rapidly pumped three of his fingers, you clenched around them pulling them as deep as you could. A few short moments later you came as well. You were both breathing hard leaning against each other for support.

His head was resting on your chest. You pulled him up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now I’ve had sex against a window in a hotel.” Colin laughed, leading you both over to fall onto the soft mattress.

“And so have I.”

You hummed, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He let you coddled him for a few moments more before pulling you towards the end of the bed. You let out a squeak, watching as he dropped in his knees at the foot of the bed. “What are you doing.”

He smirked, sucking on the hickey he had left on your hip earlier. “Finishing what I started.” As you felt his lips connect with your pussy once more you knew you were both in for a long night. One that was long overdue

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Prague // Sebastian Stan

Summary: Banana muffins and a fear of flying. You and Sebastian make your way to the airport, emotions fly high when you get an unexpected call.

In Production Series. The Interview Series

The smell of freshly baked banana muffins, that’s what drew Sebastian from his sleep. Eyes fluttering with a groan as he stretched out, body still covered by the thick pillowy blanket that topped his bed. Mountains of pillows under his head, capturing his dreams. It was the sickly sweet smell of banana muffins that had him throwing the blanket from his body, his feet swinging off the side of the bed, Confused, Sebastian let out a sigh as he pushed himself up, standing as he let out a yawn.

Chase Atlantic. He didn’t know the song by name—but he knew he’d heard it before. Catchy. He’d never personally been a fan, but the more he heard it? He didn’t mind, whether it be straight out of your phone sitting on your bathroom countertop because you were too lazy to bring your speaker with you into the bathroom, or whether it be from the speakers in your car, or blasting through the complex while you annotated your script book, mesmerising lines you’d soon have you remember like the back of your hand, or from the Alexa that sat against the backsplash of his kitchen. Nestled amongst his coffee machine and cook books he never had time to cook from—except for when he’d cooked for you. Everything from scratch, he’d left the sticky tabs on the recipes he’d managed to not butcher, for next time maybe?

Sebastian opened his bedroom door, the aroma of fresh banana muffins smacking him in the face. Hints of bacon and eggs, toast with lashings of butter, cooked mushrooms and that good orange juice with the pulp in it, thick and fresh, lingered between the notes of creamy banana. But it was the way your floated around in his kitchen so effortlessly that had Sebastians head spinning. Dressed and ready for Pre-prep, how long had you been up for? Sebastian would late find the remnants of a sheet mask in his bathroom bin, you’d been up for a while he’d assume, with enough time of your hands to cook breakfast, enjoy a face mask and get ready for last day of Pre-Prep.

“What’s all this?” Sebastians voiced bounced off the walls, startling you for a second as you turned around, scraping sunny side eggs from the pan to the plates that sat ready on the counter. You didn’t say anything, your eyes trailing up Sebastians exposed body, nothing but boxer briefs covering what you only ever imagined in your dreams. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” He teased, sauntering across his apartment, feet padding against hard wood flooring. You picked your jaw up from the floor, taking yourself out of the trance Sebastians exposed body had put you in. The confidence that rushed through Sebastian was intoxicating—he knew he had an impact on you. He liked having that power, that knowledge, he hoped that maybe the feelings he was developing were somewhat reciprocated. The last three months had been a fever dream when it came to the way you just walked so casually into his life and planted yourself like a tree, growing roots so deep Sebastian knew if he fucked anything up the process of trying to get over you wouldn’t be easy. You’d leave behind deep scares before anything even happened—it was beyond terrifying, but all the more read why Sebastian was so captivated by you.

“Its a thank-you breakfast, for letting me stay the night.” You gestured to the muffins on the countertop, still cooling, Sebastian reached for one eagerly, bouncing it back and forth from hand to hand, still steaming. You laughed softly at his childishness, shaking your head as you continued to plate up breakfast. Sebastian pulling apart the muffin, popping bits into his mouth with a moan. It tasted as good as it smelled, maybe tasted even better than it smelled. It was the last day of Pre-Prep, you were off to the airport straight after, your bags packed for Europe nestled in the trunk of your car in the underground car park of Sebastians apartment complex. Sebastian had offered you a place at his for the night before, something about wanting to carpool to the airport, save time, any excuse he could really think of. It was unnecessary, but, it was kind. Sebastians couch was more comfortable then your bed, Anthony wasn’t kidding.

“Are we sharing a hotel room in Prague? I could get used to this type of treatment, feel like a damn king.” Sebastian teased, watching as you plated bacon and sipped on the glass of orange juice at your side.

“Honestly I don’t think you’re that lucky.” You smirked, teasing Sebastian back at he grabbed knives and forks from the cutlery draw. “It’ll be dry cereal and burnt toast for you.” You passed him the plate. “Here, eat, quickly too! we gotta get over to set before Kari scalps us both.”

“You excited?” Sebastian asked. Cutting into the yolk of his egg. “For Prague? It’s beautiful there, I’m glad we’re going back, feel like I’ve got unfinished business there.” It was no surprise that you’d be filming in Prague, it was no surprise either that there was no linea schedule. You’d remembered from a conversation you’d had with Sebastian earlier on in your friendship that they’d shot the barbecue scene for the first season on day one. So you knew straight out the gate your filming schedule would be just as crazy and chaotic as pre-prep had been.

“I’m a terrible flyer.” You admitted, not something you were proud of, a genuine phobia that could be crippling, anxiety inducing. “I’ll be drugged up on the all the sleeping pills I can get my hands on before we even leave the tarmac.”

“How come?” It was the curiosity in Sebastians voice that had you melting. Sitting at the stools that Sebastian kept tucked under the island bench. Morning sun beaming in through wide windows that scaled from the floor to the roof.

“Well, I went to Bali with my family when I was like 9, the only English speaking channel on TV in our little hotel room bungalow thing was the one that had back to back episodes of air crash investigations.” You explained with embarrassment oozing from every inch of your being. Making yourself an egg and bacon toasted sandwich while you spoke. “I was so terrified on the flight home, think I screamed the entire time, every time we hit turbulence I thought I was gonna die, should’ve seen me when I had a layover in Manila once with Tom.” You chuckled softly to yourself at the memory, Sebastian listened carefully, just blessed with the notion of getting to know you more, getting to experience your authentic self. “He was too cheap to get a hotel nearby so we just kinda bummed around the airport for eight hours—I counted countless planes taking off, I thought I was in that scene from final destination when he’s watching his classmates take off and the plane just explodes.” Sebastian chuckled, his smile bright as he leaned against the countertop next to you, close, eating the breakfast you’d so kindly prepared. “You need to put some clothes on if you’re gonna sand so close to me.” You groaned, your cheeks burning as Sebastian smirked a cheeky grin. Raising his eyebrows as he chewed his food dramatically.

“My house my rules, I could walk around butt ass naked if I wanted to.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Your response had every hair on Sebastians body standing to attention, a shiver rushing up his spine—his heart skipping. “Just put some clothes on, I can’t be stressed about having a fight to catch and you prancing around in your underwear at the same time.” You took a bite of your makeshift egg and bacon sandwich. Eyeing Sebastian as he made me effort to cover up. Sitting on the stool beside you as you groaned. His actions speaking louder then words—his house, his rules.

“You know you’re psychotic, right?” Sebastian couldn’t help himself from teasing you, it felt so comfortable, like you got his sense of sarcasm, his sense of humour. Enjoying the bacon you’d cooked extra crispy. Teasing was his way of being a flirt, openly.

“I thought we’d already established that?” you smiled, accepting the fact you were starting to fall dangerously in love or what you could only describe as love with Sebastian fucking Stan. “I’m gonna go, you’re gonna get dress, you’ve got cleanup sorted right?” You wiped your hands onto your thigh, denim soaking up the oil on your fingertips. Standing to place your plate in the sink. Sebastian nodded, turning on your heels you grabbed your bag. “Here’s my keys—“

“Why? I thought we were taking my car to the airport?” The confusion evident, dripping from Sebastian tongue.

“Mines bigger?” You were short, knowing you’d already had this conversation, did he ever listen? You already knew the answer. Yes, Sebastian always listened. He was just being a dick just to be exactly that—a dick.

“Mines better—“ Sebastian shot you a quick wink, he couldn’t help himself, you were too easy to rile up. It was addictive, his drug of choice? You.

“We can’t fit everything in it, just drive mine over to set after you’ve put your shit in the trunk. I gotta go, I’ve got prep with Aaron, I’ll see you soon.” As you went to shut the front door you heard Sebastian shout, always wanting the last damn word.

“We’re taking my car!” you knew he’d drive yours, there was no way he wouldn’t. You’d started keeping peppermint gum in the center console because Sebastian always chewed peppermint gum. You were still getting the smell of passion fruit out of your passenger seat, Sebastian couldn’t help his curiosity one day—reaching for the pre-workout you kept handy. A backup, not your favourite flavour. Sebastian hadn’t seen such a terrifying logo before, it couldn’t have been health, popping the lid he almost died. Inhaling the fine powder before coughing his lungs up. A memory burned into your brain. Sebastian never touched your pre-working again. The second Sebastian heard the click of the lock, he was falling to the floor. Dramatically letting out a sigh as he let his back fall against the coolness of the hard wood floor, his arm flopping down beside him. What the fuck was he going to do with you?

***~***~***~***~***~

“Okay! That’s a wrap everyone!” Kari beamed as she started a clap—the crew following not a beat behind until the the entire complex was erupting into an emotional mess of cheers, laughter and applause. You clapped for everyone who’d gotten you through the last three months. Laying on the crash mat with tears welling in your eyes, happiness encapsulating your entire soul. “Safe travels, don’t miss your flights, the next time I see you all, we’ll be abroad.”

“Don’t mention flying around Y/n, she’ll go into cardiac arrest just from the idea of having to set foot on a plane.” Sebastian chuckled softly—you turned to slap your arm against his chest with a playfully huff. “I’m kidding!”

“I thought we could pick some sushi up on the way to the airport, I’ll call ahead for takeaway if you’re in?” You asked as you and Sebastian stood from where you were on the crash mat. “Anthony sent me a text before saying the hotel is absolutely beautiful.”

“I don’t trust anything Anthony says.” Sebastian added. “Sushi sounds good though! get me whatever I’m easy.” Sebastian shrugged, not too phased, running his hand through his hair.

“Okay, I’ll meet you at the car and we’ll swing by, I’m just gonna change real quick into something more comfortable.” You grabbed your bag, fishing for your phone so you could ring in an order. Walking and talking as you ducked into the bathroom—changing into a pair of clean tights, the kind with super soft fabric, the type that catches any kind of fluff and an oversized sweatshirt, muscle nation. It was worn off and faded, looked vintage. Super comfortable and lightweight—with all the sweating you knew you’d be doing from panic and fear that was a good thing.

“Hi can I please place an older for takeaway?” The man on the other end of the phone asked for a name, you said Stan. Rolling your eyes because it slipped too easy from your mouth, way too easy. You’d done it too many times to count, you’d order, Sebastian would pick up. “Uh can I get two orders of chicken teriyaki rolls, two orders of grilled salmon rolls.” You waited for a confirmation, a time, and thanked the man before you ended the call. Dressed and ready to go you made your way out to your car, Sebastian had already pulled up and around, waiting patiently near the main exit.

“You driving?” You asked, stepping up and into the passengers side with a huff. Your car wasn’t all that great, but it was enough. 2014 Hyundai Santa Fe. Sure it wasn’t Sebastians Jaguar F—Type Piecha, but it was your baby. Sebastian didn’t seem to mind it either. It was big and spacious and you always felt like you ruled the world from behind the wheel.

“Either way I don’t mind.” Sebastian turned the volume up, smirking because he’d finally figured out how to pair his phone. It was always something that was so annoying confusing. “Deals choice.” You clipped your belt in with a huff, it was the only reason he wanted to drive—you knew that for a fact.

Pulling out slowly Sebastian merged into traffic, enjoying the comfortable silence as you scrolled through Instagram, a bashful smile plastered on your face as you casually looked through all the things you’d been recently tagged in. Originally the overwhelming sense of eyes always watching you didn’t feel comfortable, made you paranoid and above all made you question your sudden career change even more. But the more time that passed? You settled into the normality of it.

“Did you order from Tys?” Sebastians voice cut through your subconscious. You gave a silent nod. It was comfortable silent for a while after that, the sound of Kid Cudi’s ‘Mojo so Dope’ playing softly through your speakers. Sebastian focused on the road, one arm draped over your centre console, one hand on the wheel. You could feel the existential dread starting to pile on the closer you go to the airport. A small detour to Tys, Sebastian pulled to the curb. You tried to hand over your card but of course—he ignored, waving at you through the window as he walked into the restaurant. Your phone ringing almost the second Sebastian was out of your sight. The name sending your stomach into knots. Tom.

“Hello?” You made yourself seem smaller whenever Tom was in the room, you did the same over the phone.

“Hey—I uh, I was just.” Toms voice was rough, he was trying to seem bashful, like your voice stuck an open nerve in his chest. Like you had some kind of power over him, it was always the other way around though. “I was just, listen. Don’t get on the plane.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed, already regretting answering, you should’ve let it ring out or better yet, deleted him number. But there was something stopping you, maybe the self doubt. Maybe it was a comfort, a connection to the life you once had that seemed so mundane and normal. Maybe having Toms number gave you an out, a place to run back to if shit hit the fucking fan.

“Come home Y/n, please? Come home, it’s been three months.”

“Tom, you left me remember? You were very clear that my decision, the one decision I made for myself, in five years, wasn’t something you could handle.” You could feel the fire in hour chest, the anger in your heart. It was so easy for him to leave, like you meant nothing, he expected you to beg him to say. You didn’t, you were too in shock to fathom he’d left. He actually walked out.

“I love you—“

“Yeah well, we all love people we can’t have don’t we.” You sighed. Rubbing your face, you could feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks, your forehead. “I don’t love you Tom, I did, you were my everything, but I don’t love you, you made me realise my value.”

“It’s because of him isn’t it? The reason you’re doing this? Following this fantasy.” You knew Tom was implying Sebastian. “I can see you in your car you know, I can see him right now—he’s picking up an order, and before you decide to stereotype me as some kinda of psycho stalker I’m here on a date, was here way before your A list pet showed up.” You could feel tears streaming down your cheeks. They’d spilled over a while ago. Your emotions running high.

“If you’re on a date Tom why bother calling? Why tell me to come home, that you love me—?”

“Because it’ll always be you Y/n, but I can’t wait around for you to finish messing around, Claire from paediatrics knows what she wants, she won’t wake up one day in the middle of an identity crisis and implode an entire relationship in the blink of a fucking eye.” Tom hissed through the photo, Sebastian could see your distress through the window, watching you slump and hold the phone to your ear. Biting your index finger hard enough to leave small indents. When Sebastian opened the door you quickly put your phone on speaker—allowing him to listen in on what Tom had to say.

“You know that’s what everyone thinks this is right? Your family, your friends!? It’s bullshit babe, it’s a psychotic break, it’s a life crisis! You’re not an actress Y/n what background in acting do you have!?”

“You claim to love me yet you never once tried to support me.” You chuckled sadly, wiping your tears as Sebastian grit his teeth, settling into the drivers seat. “You need to fuck off Tom.”

“Get on that plane, you prove them all right, you go through with this, they’ll all know you’re clinically insane, you need help baby, let me help you.” It was the way your eyes met Sebastians, so full of sadness and fear, helplessness. He reached for the phone, snatching it as he fumbled to hold it up to his ear, turning it off speaker as you covered your face with your hands, just trying to breathe, collect yourself.

“Hey man, look I don’t know who the hell you think you are but the emotion abuse stunt you’re trying to pull isn’t okay, at all—so what I’d suggest you do right now is loose her number, get ride of it because Y/n doesn’t need that shit, she also doesn’t need me or anyone for that matter, to speak for her but guess what Tom, it’s Tom isn’t it? Sorry man haven’t really heard that much about you expect you’ve got pretty shitty taste in Jewellery, go fuck yourself.” Sebastian hung up. Passing you back your phone. Frowning as he shook his head, starting the car as if he didn’t just do what he did. “Guy had it coming sooner or later, he doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”

“Seb—“

“You ever let someone treat you that way again so help me god Y/n.”

“Seb—“

“I’m serious, you don’t deserve that, you know you don’t deserve that, right? he’s a douche.”

“Sebastian!” You interrupted again, for the third time, Sebastian finally looking over to you for a moment as he drove. Eyes darting back and forth from the road ahead to you. “Thank-you.” Sebastians body eased a little, shifting in his seat as you reached for his hand, the one that was closest to you, the one where his armed draped needlessly over the console—driving with one hand. Bringing the back of his hand to your lips for a gentle kiss. “You don’t have to defend me, despite the tears, I can handle Tom, he’s harmless, just has a way with words.” You shrugged it off like what he was doing, what he’d done wasn’t emotional abuse. “I’m used to it, but he’s not my problem anymore.”

“The next guy you end up with, whoever and wherever he is, better be ready to move mountains for you, or he’ll have me to deal with, you understand?” Sebastian sent you a soft smile. His fingers still intertwined with yours. Squeezing a little tighter when you went to let go, having feared you’d over stayed your welcome. Sebastian just pulled you back, licking your fingers into his with a silent plea. He didn’t want to let go. “You deserve so much love, any guy who doesn’t see what’s in front of him from the second he sees you is just not worth your time.” You didn’t answer, you just hummed softly in response, Sebastian had a heart of gold, you knew that much. Settling into the passengers seat a little deeper you fished through the bag of takeout.

“Okay, so, what do you want first? chicken or fish?”

***~***~***~***~***~

“Can we get a picture?”

“Oh my gosh—hi—“

“BUUCCKKYYY!!”

“I loved you in I, Tonya—“

“I’m gonna get this tattooed holy shit.”

“Sebastian Stan! Man you’re looking good!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the countless things people said to Sebastian as you walked through the airport, mindlessly window shopping as you waited anxiously for your flight. Sometimes, because he could and he knew flying was just such an existential crisis to you, Sebastian would reach for your hand, kindly, in the most supportive way possible. You wouldn’t always take it, too afraid you’d thought it was more then a nice gesture to help ground you. But when it all got too much you’d find yourself reaching out for his. Sebastian would smile softly and reassure you, you’d be fine. He’d tease you though, make sure you knew he’d make sure his oxygen mask was on tight before he helped you. It’s pretty much the number one rule of surviving a plane crash—put your fucking mask on before helping others people.

“I don’t do this all that often.” Sebastian admitted. “Just walk aimlessly around through airports, usually it’s all very planed, priority access and all that.” You chuffed.

“Oh well, sorry Mr. Stan am I being too lower class for you?” Sebastians face fell.

“I didn’t mean it like that! This is nice, seeing people, meeting people, just interacting.” You chuckled softly as you bumped his lip playfully with yours.

“I’m messing with you, your fans are something else that’s for sure.” It was at that moment the sight of a little boy running from his mum caught you attention up ahead, the exciting on his face hard to miss from even a mile away. He was coming straight towards Sebastian, comic book in hand, a backpack Captain American shield strung over his shoulders, and above all, a winter solider action figure in his hand. This kid knew exactly who Sebastian was, hell, he probably didn’t know Sebastians name—but he knew who he was.

James Buchanan Barnes.

“Bucky!” He beamed, Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from smiling, laughing as he dropped to one knee to match the kids height. It melted your heart how kind and so openly excited Sebastian was to meet the kid who so openly rushed towards him. Probably not such a good think—stranger danger and all? But hey, all the kid wanted was to meet a super solider in real life.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Sebastian asked softly.

“I’m Sean, you’re Bucky.” The kid was maybe 6 if Sebastian had to guess. He nodded in response.

“Not in this world but yeah, you wanna get a picture so you can tell all your friends how cool you are? Being friends with the winter soldier and all’s kinda super cool.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You could only have assumed the lady who came over to you was Sean’s mum. “He just bolted, I don’t even know how he recognised him.”

“Don’t be, Seb doesn’t mind, how could he?” You gestured down to where Sebastian was taking a photo with the little boy, genuinely taking an interest in him. Listening.

“I’m Sarah, you’re playing Agent Avery right? I saw that what if episode with my husband, he’s such a marvel dork, hence Sean’s obsession.” Sarah went on to explain as she watched Sebastian interact with her son. “I’m actually really excited to see what you do with her, my husband said he’s keen to see You bring her to life more so then an animation.” Sean bumped into his mother’s shin, altering her that he was finished meeting his favourite superhero. “Hey? If it isn’t too much trouble can I get a photo with you?” Sarah asked, the shock on your face alone was enough to have Sebastian stepping in.

“You know what? She’d love to!” Sebastian beamed, taking Sarah’s phone and walking backwards a little, you laughed with excitement.

“You’re my first fan photo, I think I’m a bigger fan of you then you are of me honestly.” You where being totally honest as you smiled, an arm wrapped around Sarah and she you. Smiling together—you’d see the photo later on all over Instagram, fan accounts taking screenshots and running with it. You honestly couldn’t have been happier. “Y/n Y/l/n out an about with Sebastian Stan and fans.” One caption read. “It was so nice meeting you!”

“You too!” Sarah cooed as she picked Sean up, carrying him on her hip to keep him from rushing off. Sebastian smirked at you, wildly for that matter, softly shoving your shoulder to break you out of your trance like state.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for!?” You hissed, rubbing your shoulder as if it hurt. It didn’t. Sebastian laughed. Hands in his pockets.

“Nothing nothing, just, people love you—notice it more.” He didn’t mean to sound so ominous and he most definitely meant people who supported you, Sebastian didn’t mean to sound as if he was talking about himself.

But he most definitely was.