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Coming Home for Christmas (+18)

This is part 2/12 of the 2023 December Event

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Law X OC(Kirin)

I am so sorry for the delay, @cebwrites! Hope it was well worth the wait!

Warnings: Religious/familial trauma, toxic relationships (past), Catholicism, Ex-Catholic Law, deep misunderstanding of Christmas and Santa, oral sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, they/them Law, clothed sex, kitchen counter sex, implied but not confirmed marathon sex, and cockwarming.

They really go at it but no one is keeping track or score here, so if you'd rather imagine it was one really satisfying orgasm, feel free to lol.

Word Count: 5,443

This time of year was always a mixed bag for Law. Had been ever since they were young.

Usually, they squirreled themselves away in their lab until the unmistakable Christmas music stopped playing in their ears. Ducking out only to give a terse phone call to Lami, dear sweet Lami who never wanted to rock the boat because she never understood why not everyone fit in the boat to begin with. She had no problem being the good, catholic schoolgirl.

So why did Law have such a problem with it?

Didn’t ‘he’ see how loving their parents were? How they tried so very hard to open their hearts to this lost, confused, wayward soul that was their son?

Even when Law was too young to understand their discomfort, they never felt at home in the church. Aside from the sermons lasting hours long every week, the judgmental look every time they asked questions despite asking for questions, and the condescending choir teachers that harped on about purity of the voice and soul. It just… never felt like the home their parents claimed it to be.

Law didn’t feel relaxed in the house of God. Law didn’t even really feel tolerated unless they folded themselves into a tidy little boy-shaped box to sit quietly with all the other little boys and girls unless spoken to. Which was always a trap because it never seemed like the adults back then actually wanted to hear anything but ‘yes, ma’am, God is ever so good to ungrateful wretches like me’ and ‘no sir, I’d never make God cry by being a heathen sinner, no sir’!

Sometimes… sometimes Law would hear the strong, dignified speech of a preacher playing on the radio or television and get… well, not quite nostalgic. The emotions squirmed unpleasantly in their throat, too sour to be bittersweet but so achingly familiar it almost seemed to be like longing. The closest they felt to peace in those walls. Alone in a congregation of nearly two hundred maybe more.

A heavy gaze weighing down on their shoulders from the eyes of a God that seemed only half of what they’d been told. Or maybe that was just Law wanting that accepting embrace they never got from the arms of their family. Still… they supposed that it made sense their feelings were so convoluted. Such was often the case for places and people that so much time is given to when it felt like there’d never be an end.

That place and time still haunted Law in unexpected ways. In all of it’s beauty and twisted love.

The heat of dim candles. Stained glass casting light across dust particles high over his head. This hushed feeling of reverence and promise of something bigger if they just believed.

Cheated.

Law felt cheated. That’s really what it boiled down to.

Law was promised from a very early age that the church is where, above all else, they could belong and feel safe in. When the world was a raging storm, God’s house was a blessed port from the brutal waves of life. But even little perfect, folded-box boy Law didn’t fit right. Didn’t feel safe and loved.

Unless he was quiet.

Unless he was obedient.

Unless they was everything he was told to be.

Maybe it did come from a place of love. Some deep, prickly, twisted love that would rip everything about Law to shreds until they could fold neatly into the perfect catholic son. But it would kill them.

In every way that mattered.

Their—motherfatherFathersisterGod it didn’t matter—love was never enough to keep Law together if they had stayed. Was never meant to. Not really.

So… Law left.

And they made their own family of the weird and strange and everything their parents would have clutched their pearls at.

Even the love of their life was probably the biggest afront to their beliefs Law could have managed to find short of a straight up atheist. Kirin, in all his sweet but bizarre glory, would likely send Law’s parents to an early grave.

And Law was pretty sure they’d never willingly resurrect their parents—however the hell they managed to bring Kirin back, they could not imagine how insufferable their parents would be after that!

So, when Law first heard the achingly familiar Christmas melodies start playing, he quietly resolved to not let Kirin get involved in the holiday that held a key feature of being all about family.

Nope.

Not happening. Even if Lammy would love anyone that Law loved, she’d insist that he met their parents and that would be a fucking disaster.

They couldn’t imagine a worse way to spend an already difficult holiday than trying to explain Kirin in a way that wouldn’t give their estranged family a heart attack. And the discomfort Law felt in their chest did not bode well to the straight up nasty argument that would ensue. Even ignoring Kirin’s backstory, the fact Law was dating a man—totally ignoring the unique sexual characteristics Kirin sported on a whim—was enough to scandalize the whole church.

Law grimaced into their coffee as they realized that alone would warrant a ‘very concerned’ visit from the deacon that baptized them despite never seeing that old man after they left home.

Absolutely not.

Never shall the twain meet and never will Law need to tell a very frail old man to go biblically fuck himself.

Although the look of pure scandal would almost certainly bring an addictive level of satisfaction if they did.

No! Nope! Not happening!

Not even if it would almost be worth the headache that would follow.

--*--

Kirin glanced at Law over his book, brow twitching up in amusement.

Something was making them twitchy. Incredibly twitchy. Every time something started playing music, they rushed to turn off the offending electronic or jumped to start an inane conversation. And now Law looked like they stuck a whole lemon in their coffee. Nose wrinkling in disgust and something bordering on wistfulness in their eyes. It wasn’t always the same tune. Sometimes it was light chanting and other times tinkling bells. A group of people showed up at the front door with booklets and Law quickly slammed the door shut in panic.

Now, Law was perfectly capable of being persnickety and rude. Kirin had no illusions about his lover’s typical attitude. But this was very new. If Kirin didn’t know any better he’d think Law was losing their mind. Or failed to sleep for almost a week again. But Kirin’s new system worked wonders for that problem, so that couldn’t be it.

It took an unexpected glimpse of one of the neighbors to get a hint. A bright display of colorful lights draped over their trees, eaves, and bushes. On the front lawn in bold, bubbly letters, was the phrase ‘merry x-mas’. Kirin’s eyes narrowed as they resolved to look that up. Clearly it was a big deal if it was worth putting on such a gaudy display on usually pristine lawns.

The display looked infinitely better at night. And the late research was equally illuminating, if a little chaotic. Every time Kirin started to follow a thread he found a new piece of information that begged to be investigated further. So, in effect, he got a very broad but scattered view of ‘Christmas’. Not to be confused with ‘Hannuka’, which didn’t seem to be the source of all this paranoid-Law inducing music.

For some reason, Law had neglected to tell Kirin about this holiday. And he could almost understand why. The idea that they needed to buy massive boxes with ribbons, cars with bows, trees, lights, and rings so ‘Kay’ can make out with… someone? Some’s wife from what Kirin gathers. All this to keep some other guy from breaking into their house and eating their food in exchange for gifts, which was frankly weird as fuck. How did that even happen and did Kirin need to worry about Law being haunted for not participating in the holiday?

Kirin… didn’t think ghosts were real. But he’d also been multiple corpses at some point so who was he to argue about the dead? He wasn’t sure, there was a whole book about it deemed so important that they made movie adaptations. Once even with ‘Muppets’, which Kirin assumed were like puppets but not.

At the very least, everyone looks like they’re having fun when they aren’t paranoid over this Nick guy coming down the chimney, kissing moms, or watching them sleep—seriously what the hell is wrong with this creep and why is there a holiday for him???

The psychopath even has a list! A list! That he checks twice, the thorough bastard. Honestly, the more Kirin hears about him, the less he likes.

And don’t get him started on the reindeer and elves! What is Santa paying these elves? Who is paying Santa to pay these elves? Why do the reindeer fly?

Kirin felt like he was really starting to understand why the government tracked this psycho every year. He’d want to know where ‘Nick’ was going too!

There was one good thing about Christmas though.

The stores sold super cute clothes for the season. May as well look the part while reassuring Law that he would help make sure ‘Nick’ didn’t break into their house for food or presents.

--*--

Law had been on edge for weeks now as the ‘Christmas cheer’ intensified. So far, they’d been successful in keeping Kirin from discovering anything about the holiday. But it was growing more difficult by the way as every commercial had a rip off of some Christmas classic and the neighbors started stringing lights up. Someone even put ‘Merry X-Mas’ on their lawn and Law ordered curtains for the kitchen.

To be fair, they should have done that sooner. They’d been getting frisky in there often enough that someone probably got an eyeful by now.

But it was worth it to maintain the new peace and warmth in their home. Law couldn’t dream of risking it after their… misunderstanding before. And their parents had a way of uniquely setting every happy moment on fire so Law could only remain vigilant and wait for this damn oversaturated, commercialized holiday season to end. They’d like to do New Years though.

That sounded nice, actually. Starting a whole new year with Kirin’s lips on theirs. Alone or at a party where the whole world would fall away like it tended to when Kirin cupped their face and melted into a kiss. Law really couldn’t wait.

Law shuffled into the kitchen, brand new curtains over the kitchen window pulled tight, and made a bee line towards the coffee maker. A hot cup waiting for them next to the pot.

They froze.

There was a candy cane in the mug, steam curling around the red and white stripes.

The mug was wrapped with a bow.

For one fleeting moment, Law wondered if someone broke in because there was no way in hell Law owned either item before this.

There was a quiet sip to their left and Law’s head whipped over to see Kirin reclined against the counter with a small smile. His eyes cutting through the steam of his own coffee cup. Law felt their heart stutter as they took in the sight.

Though the house was reasonably warm, Kirin wore a sweater. Not just any sweater, but a white turtleneck sweater dress that stretched over his bare hips just enough to cover his ass and a section cut over his chest, exposing the tops. Around his waist was a red belt with a bow, the color vibrant and emphasizing his figure shamelessly. Almost as shameless as the knee high boots with stockings clipped up with small bows and elastic trailing up under the dress. Kirin’s hair was tied neatly with a red bow, trailing over his shoulder.

Law had never been so horrified and aroused at the same time.

There was no way in hell Kirin bought all that and missed the Christmas time propaganda all over the place.

Did he get lingerie to wear underneath—

Didn’t matter. No matter what their dick thought, that didn’t matter! Damage control time!

“… so.” Law trailed off, ripping their gaze from the reflection off the leather boots and nearly succeeded in not trailing up Kirin’s toned thighs to where the dress ended. “You went shopping, huh?”

Kirin grinned.

“Yes. I did! Glad you noticed.” Kirin laughed. “You didn’t need to hide it from me, you know.”

Law could feel a cold sweat break out.

“Oh yeah?” They said faintly, pushing around the melting candy cane before taking a sip of their coffee. It tasted mildly like peppermint, the cool burn helping keep them distracted enough to not panic outright.

“Of course, Law! I know it’s gotta be stressful this time of year keeping an eye out for that psycho, but we’re a team, you know? Whatever you need, I can help.” Kirin pleaded softly.

Psycho?

That pyscho? As in, a specific one???

For a brief, hysterical moment, Law thought Kirin had somehow met their father or the elderly deacon. But that wasn’t possible. Lammy would have called half a dozen times if that was the case.

No. Certainly not. Something definitely went haywire and now Law has a much different kind of damage control to do.

“Kirin… who the fuck are you talking about?” Law asked curiously, mentally preparing for some crazed Christmas stalker or something.

“Nick? The saint guy? You know, the dude watching people sleep, breaking into houses, and trying to have affairs with people. Honestly, I get why you’d be so stressed if this maniac is at it every year if half of the stories I heard are accurate!”

Law felt like they were having a brief but intense out of body experience. Static in their head as the taste of peppermint faded to a vague sense of sweetener and menthol.

Shachi and Penguin would come around the corner with cameras at any moment. Perhaps with party poppers and dumb grins as they loudly laughed at his confusion.

“…Saint Nicholas? Santa Clause?” Law asked faintly. “Why would…”

It occurred to Law then that with the fervor around the holiday and intense work everyone put into making it believable, there was every chance that Kirin genuinely thought Santa Clause was real. And not just the historical figure.

Law never thought they’d be put in the moral quandary of whether or not to disillusion their lover of the existence of Santa Clause. But since whatever image Kirin had of the mythical man was clearly very warped compared to the typical child, they should probably be honest. In hindsight, people say a lot of weird shit about the man, so it’s no wonder Kirin heard all that and thought the jolly old man was a creep.

“Kirin. Santa Clause isn’t real. Well, he was like… a few centuries ago. Gave toys to kids and shit so they gave him sainthood but otherwise he’s a fairytale. Marketing to get people to buy shit at this time of year. There is no fat man breaking into our house.” Kirin looked at Law with wide, confused eyes.

“Then why have you been so paranoid around Christmas stuff?”

Law began to sweat again. Maybe they should have gone along with it. Installed a new security system with Kirin and everything. Make it a tradition to upgrade their security against a mythical old man with mild omniscience.

It did not escape Law’s notice the irony of pretending to guard their house against an all-knowing man to get away with not talking about the other all knowing one. And their family. Because the two had always been inextricably linked for all the harm it caused them growing up.

Desperate for something to distract Kirin, Laws eyes caught on the slit of fabric exposing Kirin’s chest. The shine of dark stockings stretched over his toned thighs with tiny bows. Seemed a shame for Kirin to get all dressed up as a show of support and not show their own appreciation.

Law chuckled, setting down the mug and striding up to Kirin. Their hands settling on the silk belt as they kissed Kirin’s knuckle, the scent of coffee strong.

“You got all dressed up to tell me you wanted to help keep out an old man.” Law laughed. “It’d be rude to ignore your efforts.” Law gripped his waist and lifted, settling Kirin on the counter as he scrambled to put down his own mug of coffee. Hands brushing over Law’s shirt as he laughed.

Law brushed their hands down to the thick hem of Kirin’s dress where barely half an inch of skin was exposed before nylon stockings were secured in place. Teasing their fingers underneath the stockings and snapping them against Kirin’s hot thighs. Leather boots crossed behind Law’s ass and pulled them in closer but they resisted. Wanting to take a closer look at what else Kirin was wearing.

Law made the mistake of looking into Kirin’s eyes and froze.

There was heat in his gaze. Interest unmistakable. But underneath the easy lust was understanding. Kirin knew damn well what Law was doing and accepted it. Was willing to wait for as long as Law needed to say what had really been bothering them about Christmas. Law saw how much Kirin loved them, enough to set aside their concern until Law was ready.

That look, specifically that knowing, loving look, was achingly familiar. Not in the painful way church bells ringing cracked their ribcage open. But deeper and all the sweeter for it. Soft hands cradling his heart, mindful as they brushed across the raw surface and thundering vessels.

I’m here. I’ll be here waiting until you’re ready, Law. I won’t go anywhere.

“Law?—”

“They’d hate you almost as much as they hate me.” Law heard but it took a moment to realize that they’re the ones that said it. Their next words tumbling in a fit of panic. “Cora would love you though—I mean—I-I…” Law’s tongue fumbled around their words, throat squeezing as a different panic settled in.

The panic to explain away the very out of pocket response. The panicked realization that they’d have to explain everything about their family. All the complicated, raw emotions Law still felt to this day. The perfect choir boy their parents wanted on the mantle and the real adult they spat at every time it came up. Ruin what could have been a sweet moment.

What if Kirin agreed?

No. No, he’d never, Law knew that—but?

Law hated this doubt they felt in their heart. Pure understanding of their love warring with the wounded child who tried everything to cut away the parts their parents hated and drowned in the bleeding wounds. Kirin would never just as their parents could never.

Warm hands gently brushed up their neck, teasing over their skin and yanking them free of their frantic thoughts. Palms settling over scruffy jawline so his thumbs could brush over Law’s damp cheeks. Kirin’s face inches from theirs with an expression of soft surprise lined with worry. Law didn’t even realize they’d been crying.

“I’m right here.”

I won’t go anywhere.

Law’s lungs seized and shuddered with a ragged breath.

“It’s… complicated.” Law whispered as Kirin pressed his lips between their eyes. “I-I don’t know where to start.” Law admitted.

“Wherever you want. Whenever is the easiest.” Kirin encouraged gently, his lips brushing over Law’s skin as he stayed in place. Law squeezed Kirin’s thighs and swallowed hard.

“…I talk to Lammy maybe once a year. She’s my sister but she doesn’t get it.” Law breathed out. “She thinks we can all make up one day. Our parents and I. B-But I don’t think we ever could. They want their son—this perfect catholic boy who works in a secular hospital and marries a good catholic girl and gives them grandkids—” Law sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I was never good enough. Good enough to be a leading researcher but that wasn’t enough. Wasn’t right. B-Because I wasn’t right. Never had the right words or interests. Never smiled right for pictures or dressed right for the occasion. They want someone who’s not me and hate that I won’t even try.”

Kirin hummed, rubbing his nose into Law’s hair as they pulled Law in closer. Encouraging them to bury their head into his sweater.

“I-I ran out of that house as soon as I realized I’d die if I stayed there. One way or the other. M-Made friends somehow with Shachi and Penguin. M-Met Cora. H-He kept me off the street and out of trouble. Didn’t care how much I snapped at him, he just wanted me safe and happy.” Law sucked in a sharp breath. “They’re family. I-I was afraid that if you knew about Christmas you’d want to meet my parents and I… I couldn’t do that to you. To us. Not after fucking it up all my life and then that thing with Shachi and Penguin—”

“We can do Christmas with your real family. If you want. Shachi, Penguin, and Cora. I’m sure they’d love to celebrate with you.” Kirin mused. “I don’t want anything to do with someone who would hurt you like that for so long and not beg on their knees for forgiveness. Maybe not even then, really. You didn’t deserve to feel like that and I’m sorry you thought I’d ever want to put you in that position again.” Kirin squeezed Law close.

“Really?” Law asked softly, throat tight and strangely vulnerable. “You want to meet my dad?” their breath hitched.

“I’d love to meet your dad. He took you in. That’s all the reason I need to want to meet him and thank him for raising you well.” Kirin reassured.

Law cried. Shuddering tears and lungs aching as they cried into Kirin’s shoulder, squeezing him tightly. Fighting to not openly sob.

It hurt. But in a good way. Like cutting open an abscess that had festered for years. Because Kirin got it. Understood what Law meant and what they said. Didn’t argue about intentions and blood. Didn’t even try. Kirin only cared about what Law felt. Nothing else mattered.

For once, Law’s feelings mattered more than anything else. Anyone else. Something they’d only felt with three people in their life. And none of them shared blood.

“I love you.” Law gasped, turning their head to press their lips to Kirin’s ear. “I love you so much. A-And that’s all Cora needs to know to love you too—not that he wouldn’t anyway.” Law reassured Kirin with a wet laugh before pulling away to wipe their face. Kirin rubbing their arms with a fond smile.

“I can’t wait to meet him then.” Kirin breathed, tears clinging to his lashes. He looked beautiful under the admittedly sterile kitchen light. Just like he did everywhere else he went.

“Later… first, I want…” Law struggled to find the words they needed to convey the want that swelled in their lungs. The kind of want that can only be satisfied with taking in every inch of Kirin’s body.

Instead of trying further to find the right words, Law pressed a kiss to Kirin’s lips. Chaste until they nipped at his lips and slipped in their tongue. Tasting sweet peppermint coffee and soft moans. Their fingertips brushing over stockings and leather to push open his thighs. Law pulled away but didn’t go far. Kissing down Kirin’s throat where they could and then to the window of his sweater.

Kirin moaned hoarsely when Law nosed down the fabric to lap at Kirin’s nipple. Teasing him with their teeth and tongue as Kirin’s hands carded through their hair with increasing desperation. Thighs clenching against Law’s hands to close in and pin them in place. But Law had plans that required Kirin open and exposed.

When Law started to feel the familiar quivers in Kirin’s body, they stopped. Spit clinging to their lips and Kirin’s stiff nipple. Smiling at the cry of denial and sharp tug on their hair before nipping at the other one. Quickly driving Kirin to the brink of ecstasy only to yank away.

“A-Aaaahh--~! N-Nooooo~ L-Law, babe, please~!” Law chuckled at the petulant whine as they sank to their knees between Kirin’s thighs, lifting them up onto their shoulders. Law’s hands grazing along the outside of Kirin’s stockings. They didn’t bother pushing up the scant few inches of fabric to expose Kirin. Merely pressed into the heated space, their nose brushing the distinct feeling of lace.

“I want to show my appreciation, Kiri—how much I love you~” Law purred into the shadow of Kirin’s thighs.

Soaked and unbearably hot, the fabric scratched under their tongue as they lapped at the moisture. Pressing into the folds of Kirin’s pussy through the fabric where his entrance throbbed. Sucking up the familiar flavor of his arousal as Law opened his lips to take in their lover’s whole pussy. Kirin’s voice quivered and shook as they moaned, thighs pressing into Law’s head as they ground the slick fabric into his clit.

Law’s cock strained against their pants but went ignored in favor of Kirin drunkenly squirming, rubbing his pussy against Law’s face. Arousal flooding the skimpy underwear and smearing along their cheeks and thighs. Law pulled away just enough to blindly run their tongue up Kirin’s soaked thigh, pressing the tip of their tongue into the crease where skin met fabric. Pulling it away to slip into wet folds as Kirin moaned sharply.

“Y-Yes! O-Ohhhh right there, La-aw~!” Kirin begged as Law’s tongue found the throbbing entrance. Teased along the inner folds in increasingly right circles as they slipped in a hand to keep the fabric out of the way. Just before their tongue made contact, Law flicked it up and to Kirin’s clit. Attacking the throbbing area with a gentle nip as Kirin cried out.

“Are you going to cum? Give me all of it, I need to know how much you love me~” Law gasped in the damp, hot space. Nearly drowning in Kirin’s arousal.

“S-Soo—ooooh much! So much, L-Law~! I love youuuu~ I love you—A-Ah! Hnmmm~! A-hn~!” Kirin panting, one hand on Law’s head pushing them closer and the other likely pinching his nipples. Law’s tongue slipped into Kirin suddenly, pussy throbbing around the muscle in tight seizing motions as Kirin crested noisily, speech slurred as he chanted drunkenly. “Il-lovey-ooooh~Ilo-aah-veyou~LawlawlawL—A-AAahhhn~!” Soaking Law’s face as he squirted on their tongue. Law slipped in their other hand and teased Kirin’s clit, drawing out his orgasm as Law fucked him with their tongue.

Law’s cock was smearing pre into their thigh now, but Law ignored it. Just like they ignored Kirin shuddering, stuttering cry as Law pushed them over the edge again.

And again.

Utterly lost in the slick mess they made of Kirin’s pussy, eagerly lapping up his cum. The smell and taste thick all around Law. Elated at how well they could please their lover and intent on going until their jaw ached.

There was a sharp yank on Law’s hair as Kirin pulled them away. Law’s lungs ached as they blinked at the bright kitchen lights.

Kirin’s face was red, tears smeared over his cheeks as he panted.

“I wasn’t done.” Law licked their lips with a needy grin, jerking against the shaky hold on their hair to dive back in.

“L-Law, please fuck me.” Kirin cried softly. “I need you inside me.”

Law didn’t make Kirin beg any further, smoothly shifting out from under Kirin’s thighs to give him a messy kiss. Kirin hungrily lapping up Law’s hard work as Law shoved free their cock. Moaning as the pressure eased on their length. Kirin squirmed closer as Law blindly nudged their cock against soaked underwear. Smearing the tip along the itchy fabric.

With one hand, Kirin desperately reached between his thighs to push aside the lacy fabric. Grabbing Law’s cock to guide it where he needed it. Law didn’t argue, too busy chasing the faint taste of peppermint mixing with arousal.

Law rocked their cock between slick thighs, gathering up enough arousal to make a smooth motion. Fucking slowly into Kirin as he gripped Law’s ass, desperately trying to force Law to hilt.

“Easy, Kiri~ Let me love you right~” Law purred against his lips. Kirin’s eyes heavy with lust as he reluctantly relaxed. Allowed Law to go slow despite his pussy throbbing around every inch he could.

Kirin whined every time Law pulled their cock free only to gasp as it returned with aching slowness. Inch by inch, Law’s cock throbbed between Kirin’s walls until there was nowhere else to go. Hilted and soaking their balls with dripping arousal that slipped further down their thighs.

Before, Law didn’t have the patience to wait. But now it seemed insulting to fuck Kirin on the counter after how understanding he’d been. How sweet and loving. Eating him out on the counter was fine at the moment. But making love to Kirin?

That deserved a bed.

Law kicked away their pants and Kirin helped tear off their shirt. But Law stopped him from trying to remove anything of his own.

“No. Keep it on.” Law panted, slipping their hands under Kirin’s ass to pick him up. Kirin’s legs wound around Law’s waist as his pussy throbbed at the unexpected display. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” Kirin sighed in agreement as he held onto Law with a weak moan, rolling his hips to the best of his ability. Grinding his clit into Law.

Law nearly stumbled a few times but managed well enough, pinning Kirin to the bedroom door to free their hand long enough to force it open. Kicking it closed behind them as they fell onto the bed. Kirin whined as Law accidentally fucked into him attempting to move further up. Leather sticking to Law’s sweaty back as they rocked their hips into Kirin sensually.

In the dark, they were both blind. Only able to hear the wet slap of their thighs together, Law’s balls smacking into Kirin’s ass with every slow thrust. Pants and unsteady moans as they couldn’t get enough of each other. The room growing hot with sex and the faint burn of peppermint. Law held themselves up with their hands clenched in the sheets by Kirin’s head. Their bodies pressed together and lips rarely further apart than a hairsbreadth.

Kirin keeping them close with a hand on their ass and the back of their neck. Grip slipping from sweat or arousal, it was impossible to tell at this point.

Kirin’s voice echoed in their ears as they whined and moaned, the sound increasing in volume along with Law’s groans. Balls throbbing as their cock struggled to slip free of Kirin’s tight pussy despite how wet he was. Electricity sparked along their spine as they both slowly began to crest over the edge.

There was no rush despite Kirin’s desperation. Just a slow, inevitably crash as they both came undone in each other’s arms.

“I love you.” Someone said as they came again. And again. And again? Time dripping away from them like their cum soaked the sheets.

Law couldn’t say if it lasted hours or minutes. If they both only came once or so many times their orgasms smeared together until their bodies shook. Lost in each other again and again until Law collapsed into Kirin. The both of them trembling and gasping for air but refusing to keep their lips to themselves.

Kirin rolled them to the side and threw his leg over Law’s waist. Distinctly free of any leather despite the other boot clearly being on still. Just ripped nylon tickling their skin. Their cock still throbbing in Kirin’s walls, cumming weakly in thin spurts. Obviously, they couldn’t go again, Law’s cock growing reluctantly soft despite the tempting squeeze from Kirin’s pussy. But they both lingered as they were.

Wet lips pressed together in slow kisses. Exhaustion clear in every soft sigh.

Kirin chuckled, his eyes just barely visible in the dark as he smiled.

“I love you, too.”

Law drifted off, already looking forward to the holiday they once dreaded. And every other one after that. Fully planning on ensuring Kirin knew just how much he was loved. On their knees, in bed, in the lab, the kitchen…

Law loved Kirin no matter where it was and had no intention of letting that go unnoticed ever again.

#one piece #December event 2023 #Law X OC #one piece smut #out of context Santa mythos is weird as shit and I need you to accept that #Ex Catholic Trafalgar Law #tw: religious trauma #Law is Catholic but I am not so sorry for any misunderstandings of Catholosism

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captainpikeswoman · 2 years

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hii! ok i’m so sorry if i requested this twice bc i tried like a min before but then my phone closed the app & i can’t remember if i hit ask or not lol but anyway, may i pls request tos kirk proposing? tysm 🥺🫶🏽

Hope you like it!

TOS Kirk proposing would include:

•this man is such a romantic! He loves love, and he loves you. Deeply. Ardently. Near possessively.

•frankly he’s amazed he’s managed to keep the whole thing secret. He’s been planning the proposal for a good and long time! He’s put his whole heart into it…

•for a long time he flirted between the ideas of: a big, loud, public engagement- maybe some sky writing on a cliff at sunset…or between something casual and quiet and scarcely different to any other night.

•but fate, as usual, had her own hand to play.

•Enterprise was no stranger to answering distress calls, the crew were well accustomed to seeing distressing sights. But this mission was the worst.

•the number of dead, of wounded, of missing- when there was no hope as the entire city had just disappeared into a sinkhole that became flooded…it was terrible!

•it was enough to drive you into Jim’s arms, sobbing, as you explained that the parents of the child you’d managed to save hadn’t made it, and that now the poor little child (scarcely a year old, not yet able to speak, the kid had cling to you screaming in fear- even now it was resting on Jim’s sofa, fast asleep. You couldn’t just leave it!) was an orphan.

•you wept as you said how terrifying and sad and heartbreaking it all is! How you wouldn’t be able to bare it if something like that ever happened to you and Jim.

•and it was that confirmation that he was everything, he was in your future for definite that convinced him that now was the time.

•slowly Jim crossed to his nightstand, pulled out a little jewellery box that was unmistakable in its shape. He opened it, revealing a ring he’d designed himself- he’d even stumbled across the gem while off world, and had sifted for the gold in a river in the States.

•he took hold of your hand, smiled up at you as he got down on one knee. None of what he said was on the script he’d sort of written and prepared. He spoke from the heart- telling you that he feels the same, that you should start living together totally, as spouses, that if your time were ever to be cut short he wouldn’t want it to be sad because you hadn’t done enough in the time you had had together!

•you can’t help but cry a little, even Jim’s eyes are watering. He holds his breath as he falls silent; waiting for your answer.

•as if there was ever any doubt you were going to say yes! You nod, kiss him, moan against his lips, act frantically to assure him that YES! Yes, you would marry him!

•he slips the ring on your finger, and naturally, it’s a perfect fit.

•the sorrow of the day is by no means depleted, it’s not forgotten. But what has happened is that it’s brought you and Jim closer. And you can’t help but admire the way your ring sparkles and gleams in the starlight as you rest in Jim’s arms that night. Your future is shining bright.

#star trek #star trek x reader #star trek imagine #star trek headcanons #star trek tos x reader #star trek tos headcanons #star trek tos imagine #star trek tos #captain kirk headcanons #captain kirk imagine #captain kirk x reader #captain kirk #tos captain kirk

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ruethemazerunner · 1 year

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Hi! Was wondering if you have any songs that remind you of Last Boss or that give you Last Boss vibes? I’m planning on making a Spotify playlist for him

Yes!!

Okay so if we’re talking ‘Precious’ or anything Last Boss in a romantic sense, a few come to mind, namely: Yellow by Coldplay, Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery, A Part of Me by Neckdeep, Baby Come Home 2/Valentines by the Neighborhood, definitely The Reason by Hoobastank, (specifically in relation to Precious, We’re Just Friends by Loving Caliber), Drive Safe by Rich Brian, It’s You by Ali Gate, Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra, Wonderwall by Oasis, I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys, Until I Found You by Hiko, (also kind of End Up Here by 5SOS 😭), I want to Know What Love is Foreigner, IRIS BY THE GOO GOO DOLLS!, Like We Used To by A Rocket To The Moon, St. Patrick by PVRIS, Eternally Yours by Motionless in White, 21 Questions by Waterparks, All About You by McFly, ¡Corre! by Jesse Y Joy, FOREVER YOURS BY GRAYSCALE!!, and ESPECIALLY Give Me Your Attention by Candelion (that song is my hidden gem hehe)

Last Boss in general… Songs like Supermassive Black Hole by Muse, My Own Worst Enemy by Lit, Norman fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey, Criminal by Britney Spears (duh), You Got to Go by Above & Beyond, The Art of Anesthesia by SayWeCanFly, 21 Guns by Green Day, Disturbia by Rihanna, (lowkey La La La by Naughty Boy), Cassie by Chase Atlantic, Affection by Scruffpuppie (🥺), Come as You Are by Nirvana, I think im OKAY by Yungblud and MGK, One in the Chamber by Famous Last Words, Take What You Want by One Ok Rock, MONSTER BY LADY GAGA!!!, Nobody’s Hero and Shadows Die (both by Black Veil Brides), Moving On by Asking Alexandria, (lowkey also Bad Romance by Lady Gaga), Run by Snow Patrol (such a good one 😩), Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana, Robbers by the 1975, River Flows In You by Yiruma, and Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet.

Honestly if you feel like none of these fit Last Boss feel free to ignore me lol 😭 these are just some songs that give me Takatora vibes or remind me of him in some way. Let me know when the playlist is done! I’d love to check it out!

#last boss alice in borderland #alice in borderland #last boss x oc #last boss imagine #takatora samura #takatora samura last boss

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deaneybabyinc · 2 months

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im going insane and i feel like im not real rn so im gonna ramble about my object crushes and various proclivities of mine

im into like base level objectum stuff the eroticism of the machine and whatnot. i think my favorite object attractions are bulky pcs (this laptop does nothing for me i need her to be thick) and sharp objects, i especially love craft supplies that i've bonded with. me and my box cutter are best friends i use her for every project. romantically i really enjoy an object who is there for me and is somewhat diy or battered, something with history you know. i like to think about the life the object has lived and how it still functions despite it. i really have a fun bond with my car. she was my grandmothers car and she has a lot of life in her. shes a 2012 white prius and i care for her a lot. my favorite white girl <3 i also am really into a lot of mathematical concepts i dont know how to explain it but i just think about them and their perfection and i love them. especially shape math like geometry and trigonometry really fascinate me. trigonometry is so hot man like that retro video of the angles of the triangle.... the panties hit the floor.

i rarely develop crushes outside of my specific niches but i do that a thing going on with my among us plushie which is so fucked for me like why did my brain decide on the among us plushie to develop this relationship with kinda fucked up. but their name is mungus and theyre a mungus of the mungus species and i saw them in the store and literally was attached immediately like i was like "okay i have seen you on this shelf and now i love you forever" and theyve hung out with me ever since. we had kind of a sexual fling but i kept getting embarrassed when i remembered that uh. thats a crewmate from the hit game amongus available on all platforms. they're yellow and have a leaf on their head. i love you mungus

i feel like i have been a lot more accepting of thoughts and feelings like this recently. i used to have such a complex about being sane which i think is normal when you have an extensive history of delusions and hallucinations that are really distressing and negative. and because i was so scared of going back to that place i completely rejected everything that wasnt objective reality. but like thats not the person i am. and its so difficult having a heart that falls in love with computers and kins passionately and wants to believe in gods and spirits and past lives and magic and having a brain that is so so scared and cannot let that become true. and i kept yearning for the good parts of being actively delusional. when i wasn't convinced that my room is covered in invisible spiders and i was burning alive and everything smelled like fresh meat, i sometimes felt important and connected with everything and like i knew who i was. which is maybe the only thing that kept me from completely falling apart during these times. the world was agonizing me but its for a reason, and i am so many people but theyre all me. every part of me from the ugly to the beautiful had a special spot. and yes im romanticising it all but its hard not to

anyways it all kinda flipped after i was hospitalized the last time. i lost who i was to precious sanity and to give myself credit ive re-created myself pretty well. but i feel like theres a hole in it. the self crumbled and ive been picking up pieces and trying to throw pieces away that i didnt want to fit in but you cant throw them away they always stay. all that to say i have been trying to reincorporate whimsy and have been doing an admittedly kind of shitty job lol

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thesecretattic · 2 years

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Glorious Sunny Days of the 90s

I should’ve been the first to embrace all the 90’s trends cuz I always loved Baguette purses, Chokers & everything which you would get in those days and although the early 2000s too, were not as glamorous as 2010s they were nonetheless very chic and trendy. After getting my second wardrobe (a smaller one which only fits my Nightwear, Casuals & Belts + miscellaneous stuff, all my Denims, heavy knits, Indian clothes, jackets, heavy jewellery and bags are in the other older wardrobe, I’ve had it since the past 10 years but the sliding doors were too heavy so I had to divide everything now, I also needed one with proper hanging rods so that I won’t have to stack up all my clothes - mainly slippery tops/cropped sweaters/sweatshirts because folding is too tedious and everything keeps falling) I finally invested in these small 90s sunglasses… First things first, I had taken the Bottega Veneta bumblebees when they were not that pricey, 10 years back when I was in my teens, so in 2010-2012 things were a bit different… we were into big bags and bigger shades, in the 90s however, we had “goggles” who even uses that word anymore haha I’ll be covering everything in an ascending order.

I have attached a side note and the whole article below… Bought in the year 2012

Next, here are my Ray Bans which were inspired by nonetheless Angelina Jolie (I’d taken them when I was between 17-21) I have a pair of all black aviators too set in a black metal frame and Limited Edition foldable Wayfarers, I had taken them before the price hike, back then I was 18 or so. Their case/pouch is the size of an AirPod case, a small flat cute box with a snap-push closure because they fold completely, they even break from the centre (that is from the middle of the brow bone) into a half to fit into that pocket sized case. I love the tinted brown aviators and the classic black polarised ones.

But I think my most fav Rays Bans would be the Brown pair and these…

Inspired by the 80s clubbing style, these made a comeback in 2011-12 and they were mostly sported by Male Celebrities like Robbert Pattinson & Ryan Gosling, I fell in love with them (inspite of being a girl although some felt it didn’t suit our face type) because I just thought they were very unique, they are looking bigger than normal in my photo but they are quite small, they are known as The Clubmasters they have a jet black frame on top and a golden metal rim on the edges with a square-ish semi round shape. The black frame adds a good amount of contrast and they look like a smart pair of uber cool sunglasses which would go with every look and attire, especially street style or classic grunge + they also suit every face type be it Square, Oval, Round or Heart because they are neither too big nor too tiny, neither wide nor narrow, they are well balanced and they suit everyone, every look and every hairstyle.

I had taken these Cat Eye sunglasses in the beginning of 2017 (I had ordered them online) They are looking massively big here lol but trust me they are again very small. I really love them, they look very sleek in real life, the jet black colour in high gloss finish makes them very stylish and beautiful without being too flashy.

They also remind me of Karen Mulder’s Cat Eye “goggles” on the right

Now coming to our current times… the 90s

I have these 5 pairs of small, tiny shades in Beige, Pink, Brown & Toffee-Caramel, the beige one has butterfly motifs on each side (to replicate early the 2000s aesthetic trend) and most of them are rimless which again reminds of that phase and yes, they do provide 100% UV protection. I had a 25% discount code so I used it for the last pair because it was about to expire, although I should’ve used it to make a bigger purchase but like I said, it was already due so I got them for 599 and the other ones were between 700-800, the toffee coloured ones were for 1990 but I got them for 1490/- luckily I saw them during an offer, I was waiting for them and by the time I remembered they had gone on a limited period flash sale. The pink shades are slightly curved at the edges and the brown pair has a wider motorcyclist shape. I love the brown ones the most because of the beautiful shading/ombré which makes them more appealing & rich, the colour also looks great with the golden metal joint in the centre.

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Xoxo

Zara Sauleh

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 years

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(I know you said you're piled up wit asks but I can't help it, you're my favourite so would you gimme some examples of those "embarrassingly domestic fantasies' you ref a lot in your fics? CE and Seb in particula?)

(That's still true lol, I'm blessed to have asks though! Its just On My Mind as something I gotta do) Thanks for asking!

Ah, yes, its something thats just in my vernacular I suppose. "Embarrasingly domestic fantasies" as opposed to "mortifyingly kinky/sexy fantasies", I think I just love the dichotomy of it. Like, what's the tag I've seen floating around AO3, their dicks are hard but their hearts are soft, maybe?

Evanstan I can do for sure!

(Also have you read this evanstan head canon by one of my favorite humans ever @howdoyousleep3 ? Because if you haven't Go! Read! It! I'm not even a kid person but little babes and Chris and Seb as parents just work on me, okay? (I mean, so does all of K's writing but shh))

Anyway because of Chris being Mr. Romantic these wildly domestic thoughts, with a strong side of Pining (because I imagine that's when a lot of domestic fantasies are formed, the smitten stage y’know?), are all from his point of view and a lot of them are just word vomit haha.

Hand. Holding. Chris always, always is thinking about and wanting to take Seb's hand in his. He loves knowing he's near; close enough to touch.

Chris yearns all too often to have Seb's head on his chest, his nails scratching gently though his hair until the other man yawns. Contented happily against his chest, listening to his heart beating. Safe and warm.

He imagines, better than the feeling of waking up with a little while before your alarm goes off, waking up and being able to see and snuggle closer to Sebastian before he starts his day.

Desperately wanting to be able to trace Sebastian's freckles and moles and scars without looking, muscle memory guiding him.

Forehead kissesssss. This man thinks about it all the time. He does it all the time. Just- anytime. Pretty much anywhere.

Chris always thinks about getting to the point with Dodger where he no longer takes a moment to get used to Sebastian's presence when he's over. He dreams about having Dodg just bark once or twice and then whining and rolling over for pets like he does when Chris himself comes home. Used to his owners companion, a steady presence in their lives, so much that he also becomes an owner to Dodger.

Another scenario that comes up in his head all the time is when he's sitting on the couch he always thinks about feet resting his his lap. Seb's feet. His own hands massaging his ankles, knowing he's right there, knowing he's helping his little workaholic relax.

Mouth splitting into a grin, thinking about bumping hips and flinging bubbles at each other while washing dishes. Giggling. Making their dish washer jealous where it sits unused next to them on the kitchen floor.

When going home to his parents, Chris daydreams, sighing wistfully, about what part of his Mom's house he'll show Sebastian first. Maybe the kitchen, show Seb where to find the coffee- the stashed snacks? Maybe they'll get stuck in the entry way, chatting for an hour before they can really get in? Maybe they'll come in late off of a flight and go straight to his childhood bedroom just to pass out, sleeping on top of each other in the tiny twin bed? Who knows.

Pushing furniture, still in boxes because they only just moved in together, out of the way to slow dance in the living room.

Thinking excitedly about showering and seeing Seb's shampoo and conditioner and body wash right next to his. Mingling. A sure sign that he's moved in and is there to stay.

Chris growing to crave the knowledge of understanding just what of their snacks to throw out when Sebastian and him have to get back into serious-movie-star-fitness shape because he knows exactly what Seb can't ever resist and if it's in his sight he'll break his diet. So he gets rid of it; being helpful.

Unlocking the door to their home and walking through the entryway, toeing off his shoes, only to find Sebastian singing by himself as he picks up/does some sort of busy work. Not trying to do anything but sing, nothing but making noise. Imagining it has his heart squeezing.

Picturing Sebastian falling asleep on their couch, Chris getting to cover him with a blanket. Or better yet, Chris getting to carry Sebastian bridal style back to the bedroom and lying down next to him. Watching him before he drifts off too. Content and peaceful in his sleep.

Occasionally, Chris spaces out on his own hands. If you were to ask him what he's doing, its that he's thinking about how it'll look when everytime he looks down he gets to see his wedding band. Shining in artifical and natural light alike because he's never gonna take it off. Pondering what he wants in a ring and what Sebastian might want. Thinking about if their rings will match or not.

Aching to lose the novelty of change in the process of being together for so long: not noticing how more and more greys appear in Seb's beard, or how his hair is getting longer as he grows it out for a role, not noticing his body bulk up for a role, not noticing new fine lines, etc. All because he sees him everyday. He gets to see him everyday. So he doesn't get the jolt of change that he used to after having to go without the other man's presence for months at a time when they're not doing projects together.

Having stupid arguments over wall color and furniture placement when they move house again, expanding... marking off the need for a nursery perhaps.

His breath hitches in his throat, choking on longing, when he thinks about hearing little feet running on kitchen tiles and bigger steps right after them. Giggles and voices waking Chris up in the morning. Babbling in English and Romanian. Picturing rising to an empty bed but a full house. A growing family. His and Sebastian's. A place of their own.

Pssst now with this addition of evanstan + bilingual baby!

#asks #my writing #evanstan #chris evans #sebastian stan #rpf #real person fanfiction #soft #fluff #comfort #so much pine its a whole forest

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amidstsaltandsmoke · 3 years

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Hey! How about 113&90 or 133&68? Of course you can pick one or all or none, lol! I hope you're doing great!! 🤗🤗

Hiii!!! Thank you so much for sending these!! I've gone ahead with 113 ("I prefer blondes") & 90 ("Trust me") and I have zero idea where this idea came from, but some of it made me laugh, so I hope you enjoy my attempt at humor!! 🤣 I had to make a special moodboard for this one, too. I hope you're doing well!!! 💛

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It was an ordinary day at the shop. Another day of people reminding her that she was stupidly alone and would probably never be the customer coming in to choose a nice, sexy piece for her (non-existent) partner or the girlfriend on the receiving end.

At least she had her work friends to complain to, although half of them were off the market, too. Dany never could figure out what it was about her that seemed to deflect men rather than attract them to her. Doreah had promised that, objectively speaking, Dany didn’t suffer from resting bitch face. Missandei proclaimed that she was just so beautiful, it was intimidating. Val added onto that, saying that most probably assumed she was already spoken for.

She was in the back room double checking inventory when Doreah all but broke the swinging door down, hissing her name. “Dany! He’s back!”

“Who?” Frowning, it took Dany a second to understand who she meant. Then, she rolled her eyes. “Oh. It doesn’t matter, Doreah, he very clearly had a girlfriend the last couple of times he was in.”

The least she could do was not drool atop their merchandise over a man who was probably trying to help his girlfriend spice things up in the bedroom. While it was a little unusual that there had been so frequent of visits within a short span of time - four times in two weeks, not that she was paying that close attention - there was no point in making it extra awkward for everyone.

He was extremely pleasing to look at, and yes, behind the scenes she had suggested to the girls some explicit things she might like to do with him if ever she had the chance, but a fifth return said something was either working or very much...not. The last thing she wanted to do was verbalize one of those thoughts she may or may not had fantasized about once or twice or...more. She would fire herself on the spot.

“In the last three years in this hell, how many times have you seen the girlfriend hang around outside of the store while her boyfriend does all the perusing?”

Dany shrugged, checking off a few boxes on her clipboard while she hooked several pairs of silky lace panties through her arm to help her keep count. “I don’t know, maybe that’s their thing? Maybe he surprises her and they have perfect, steamy sex.”

The first time he came in, the brunette woman joined him. He looked completely lost and overwhelmed by it all, and on at least two occasions he had locked eyes with Dany when she was trying to discreetly check him out. Mortified at how red his face had turned, she had busied herself rearranging their fragrances that hadn’t needed arranging. There had been some giggling and the woman had squeezed his arm, and Dany tried to avoid having to help them as much as possible, and that included each subsequent appearance after that, even when the brunette kept to herself outside the store. To the point where Dany put Val on the floor so that she could sit back and just ogle him guiltlessly.

Dany saw the way his girlfriend peeked in, beaming at him, probably trying to get a feel for what he would bring home that evening.

“Right, well plot twist: he has asked for you,” Doreah jabbed her finger into Dany’s back.

Spinning around on her heel, her braid whipping around her shoulders, Dany fumbled over her words. “No-no he did not! He doesn’t even know my name.”

“Obviously not!” Doreah chortled, then took hold of Dany’s shoulder with a shake. “He asked for a blonde, and when I pointed to Val, he said - and I quote - ‘the one with the blue eyes’.”

Dany blinked, her inhale suddenly hostage in her chest, shaking her head vehemently. “No, he’s definitely confused - it can’t be the same guy-”

“Get your cute little arse out there and find out for yourself, then!”

Just as pugnacious as she was when she came in to deliver the news, Doreah spun Dany around and forced her back into the main floor. She yiped and instantly wished a sink hole would appear under her feet and take her under, what with the obnoxious entrance she’d just made, the door smacking against the wall and every set of eyes boring into her.

Including his.

Doreah would not live to see another day after today.

Quietly, she cleared her throat, while everyone else went back to their browsing, but for the man who was the subject of her favorite dreams as of late. He turned to face her fully, still at the other end of the store across from her, and he fit his hands into his overly-tight jean pockets. A smile spread across his face, and stupidly, she looked over her shoulder, just to confirm that Doreah hadn’t been behind her. And finally, the cherry on top of the cake was when his eyes then drifted down to her arm, where she still had a whole armful of panties still attached.

Bleeding hells!

Hastily she yanked the door open behind her, Doreah right there and proud of herself, Dany stuffed her clipboard and the pile of undergarments into the woman’s arms. “I hope you enjoy your last few hours alive!” Dany whispered harshly, but that only made her friend splutter with joy.

Going back out, she squared her shoulders and folded her hands in front of her before approaching the obscenely attractive man. She couldn’t help but quickly sweep the area with her eyes just to be sure he wasn’t in other company. There didn’t appear to be anyone outside the open doors, either.

She stopped in front of him, and was horrified to discover, at the most inconvenient moment, that she didn’t know what words were. Her private dreams and distant stalking did not do him justice.

“Hello,” he supplied first.

For a beat, her mouth hung open without a sound until she finally managed, “Hi.”

“So-”

“I heard-”

She grit her teeth together and her cheeks lit on fire, the pair of them laughing awkwardly and immediately averting their eyes to anything but each other.

At the very least, it broke some of the tension. Dany gestured with her hand at the wall behind him, where various colorful, matching sets of lingerie were displayed. “Did you need help finding something?”

“Ah,” he sucked in a breath, briefly following the motion to see what she was referring to, but quickly looked back at her, hand scratching his head, “well, yeah, sort of...I, uh,” he cleared his throat gently. She was glad to know she wasn’t the only one who was nervous, but it was making her anxious, so she took matters into her own hands.

“Might I suggest the purple?” She crossed the floor to one of their mannequins donning one of their more flimsy pieces, silky and shiny bra and the thong to match. With one hand palm up, she tried to gauge his reaction as she pointed it out to him. “It compliments brown hair and fair skin quite nicely.”

His dark brow wrinkled a little, but he followed her, stopping a few feet away and not paying the fiberglass model any mind. Maybe they were fighting...so she had a better idea.

She thrust her finger up in the air to stop him from needing to explain any further, beckoning for him to follow her. They stopped, now, at something a bit more complicated, a red number where the lace bra barely covered the breasts and had a strap that wound around the neck and connected to the middle between the breasts. The panties were attached to a garter and stockings.

This time around, he flushed adorably, and she stored that away in her mind for later. If there was to be any joy found in this encounter, it might be so that she could torture his bashfulness.

“Actually...I’m...not here to shop for anyone else,” he explained, and slowly, she understood, nodding slowly, her mouth forming an ‘o’. Their bed play included some form of role reversal. She wasn’t here to judge anyone’s kinks, or preferences, not especially working for a lingerie shop. And, if it turned out that she was wrong, and perhaps he wasn’t into the ladies at all, at least she knew she never had a chance to begin with.

“Ooh, I see. Well, unfortunately we don’t have anything marketed towards men’s fashions right at this time-” an idea she needed to propose to their marketing and product team, “-but I’m sure we could find something that fits your fancy?”

Dany freely let herself measure him by way of a quick observation - he wore a fitted black tee, so it wasn’t difficult to see that he kept in great shape. Broad, muscled shoulders, biceps fighting to stay within the confines of the short sleeves, lean compact perfection. His thighs? Thick. Great for getting ones’ head trapped between. Uncaring as to what was left of her professional decency, she grabbed his arm to keep him still and rounded him, almost forgetting herself too much and just barely biting her tongue to not whistle. His ass? Perseus could never.

Just as she was moving to guide him toward another area with slightly larger sizes that could accompany his physique, a hand gently caught her wrist, and it was gone in the next breath, but she stopped, facing him once more. He’d stepped in closer, almost invading her space. “No, it’s not any of that,” he chuckled lightly. Then he word vomited, and she didn’t think he could possibly get any more chart-breaking attractive, but she was certain her eyes had shaped themselves into hearts. “Ah, fuck. I’m just gonna say it. I saw you in here a few weeks ago when I was here - I never come to the mall by the way, just...anyway, no offense. I stopped and I was with my sister-in-law and she told me I should try to chat you up...but I thought, who in their right bloody mind casually drops into a sexy lingerie store to hit on someone?”

He huffed dubiously, but she was half in love with him already.

“So, I bowed out like a coward, but obviously I kept coming back, and Margaery - that’s my sister-in-law, the brunette - tagged along for moral support, while I was pretending to be interested in…,” he looked about them by way of explaining, “I mean, not that I’m not - in fact, I am-”

Her toothy grin was so large by now that it actually hurt. Charmingly he rumpled up his face and scratched the back of his neck, then brought both of his hands in front of him and accentuated the space there as he made a go of it again. “What I’m desperately trying to say, and failing at, is...would it be super weird to ask you out? It’s so shallow, I know, and completely not like me; you’re just so beautiful and I know nothing about you-”

Dany couldn’t take it anymore. She kissed him, and he gasped through his nose, frozen in place for a beat until he finally relaxed and put a careful hand on her hip, leaning closer to her. She broke away, the taste of cinnamon lingering on her tongue, either from a mint or gum he must have just had. Peering up at him from beneath her eyelashes, she just needed to be sure…

“You’re sure that wasn’t your girlfriend with you?”

His head nodded once to punctuate his reply. “Positive. She’s my brother’s wife. And...I much prefer blondes, anyway. Trust me.”

“Okay,” she muttered, putting a little space between them, and going warm all over when she remembered where they were, and how about the entire store was putting their heads together and giggling and staring. “I have…,” she glimpsed at her watch, her heart sinking, “...three hours left.”

“I can wait,” he said, and when she was beginning to think he meant he would have the audacity to wait in here and distract her, he clarified, “I mean, I have some errands I can run, and then…?”

“I don’t even know your name,” she blurted with realization.

“Oh, right,” he chuckled, “it’s Jon.”

“Dany,” she returned, holding out her hand. He shook it with a gentle squeeze. After they took their hands back, she made sure nobody was within earshot when she closed in on him again. “Then it’s a date. Under one condition…”

His clear grey eyes narrowed down at her.

“Which one?” Her dark brows jumped and she clandestinely used her eyes to motion to the items on display.

“What? Wait…,” his voice lowered to a rumble, lips barely moving, “seriously?”

Gods, if he only knew the images that she had conjured up in her mind pre-meeting…

“Mhm,” she hummed.

“Uh…,” he was good, very good, as he pretended that he was carrying on a conversation with her while his hand scratched his bearded face, trying to make a hurried decision. She saw the glint in his eye when he had decided, never taking her attention off of him. His gaze dropped down to her lips before drifting back to her eyes. “Third rack by the front…,” she gave a secretive, sidelong look in that direction, “the fourth row down in the second column. Yellow.”

Her eyes widened a hair. “Oh,” she breathed, her chest going tight. It was one of those numbers that, when not on a hanger or mannequin, was difficult to figure out how to get on, but it was a good thing this was her expertise. She swallowed thickly. “May I ask...why yellow?”

Jon reddened exquisitely. “Well... the last time I was here, one of your colleagues was heavily suggesting the best colors that complimented blue eyes, so…,” to her surprise, he skimmed her thumb over the apple of her cheek, just under her blue eyes.

Doreah. That sneaky little shit. It was a script they sometimes followed when a guest first came in, a starting point to help guide them in the right direction and ease nerves, but this was deliberate.

Dany owed Doreah an extra life, now.

“Alright,” she conceded, beaming. “See you at five?”

Jon smirked. “See you at five.”

#jonerys #jonerys drabble #jon snow butt appreciation #just two dorks trying to interact

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leftestmostsock · 3 years

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Won’t Go Home Without You - a BNHA Hybrid Au ~ Preview

If there was one thing that freaked you out, it had to be alleyways. Long, dark, full of unknown things that could jump out and give you… something like tetanus. You really didn’t know.

The other thing you really didn’t like about alleyways were the fact that they were a popular hybrid dump.

People were entirely used to seeing feral and stray hybrids scavenging for food in alleys, so they were fine with dumping them there to add to the population. But, you supposed, perhaps living on the streets was better than what was waiting for them at home, or what hybrid patrol would have in store for them. You always did have a bleeding heart, you supposed.

Which is how you found yourself in this situation. Behind a dumpster about halfway inside this alley was a box, barely big enough to hold a large backpack, much less a human shaped person. And yet, that was what was sitting inside it, hiding behind a mop of dark green hair. The hybrid itself was not small, not in the slightest, as most hybrids usually weren’t (depending on their breed); so it was a wonder that he could even fit in the box itself.

“Hi there,” you said softly. Large bunny ears jumped to attention at the sound of your voice, big dark eyes darting to you.

“…Hi.” He eventually whispered back. You smiled softly, putting up your hands to show you meant him no harm.

The hybrid boy was squished into what could only be an uncomfortable position. He had made himself as small as possible to fit in the box, knees to chest and arms wrapped around them.

He was… not small in the slightest. You don’t know where people got the idea that rabbit hybrids were small, because unless they were mixed with dwarf rabbit genes, you were always going to get a hybrid who did start out small, but never ended up that way. With muscles always coiled and ready to spring it was no wonder they got to be as big and strong as they were, especially in the leg department. It was something many a hybrid owner was never prepared for, especially when they learned the strict dominance hierarchies that rabbits had.

So yes, it wasn’t a surprise to find a rabbit hybrid hiding in alleys, ready to throw down and get bloody for their next meal or territory. What was surprising, was this hybrid in his box…

And the text scribbled on the front, only visible when he uncurled slightly, foot pushing the side out a bit before he noticed and panicked slightly, pulling the foot back to try in vain to keep the box in what he hoped was pristine condition.

“…Please take care of Izuku. I can’t anymore.”

Aaaaand that’s a wrap! For this preview anyway 🥲 I’ve really been hit by a writer’s block for my other fics at the moment, but this plot bunny (lol) has been dancing around in my head for a while and I thought I would share. This is going to be a more relaxed drabble set, with no set schedule or anything like that. But, knowing me, I’ll probably expand the world and make it over complicated.

I’m thinking of releasing the hybrid types soon? I still don’t quite know who all I’m going to be including, but it’s probably going to be a lot. This is also going to be a soft yandere fic, so if that isn’t really your jam, I’m sorry. But if anyone wants any clarification on just how yandere everyone will get, just shoot me an ask 💕

#bnha hybrid au #hybrid au #Izuku x reader #hybrid Izuku x reader #hybrid izuku #sock fic #Won’t Go Home Without You #…title may still be under construction lol #in our next episode: shinsou lives under your porch

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thebountyfucker · 3 years

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The Two Princes - Royal AU

NSFW - 18+ ONLY

Embo x F!Reader x Cad Bane

Tags: sex party, public sex, double penetration, threesome, blowjob, handjob, overstimulation, maybe ooc but this is an AU so I don't care lol

CW: mentions of drugs, prostitution, power imbalance (the reader is a hired attendant, and both Embo and Cad are princes. Reader is not a part of either of their domains, so they have no control over her. However, I did want to include it just in case)

Here's a link to my masterpost and to the application for my taglist!

“So explain to me again what is going on?”

“There’s nothing else to say.” Your boss replied as he sorted through his collection of datapads, his fingers flicking through the stack until he found the right one. He pulled it out and thrust it in your direction. “Ya gotta sign it.”

“Sign… what?” You took the datapad into your hands and powered it on. A file appeared, one that was rather lengthy and full of legal words that you couldn’t, for the life of you, understand. You parsed through the paragraphs of Aurebesh, before pausing and glancing up. “Is this an NDA?”

“Yep.” Your boss was quick to reply, turning his stout body from you to search around his office for something else. You uneasily returned your attention to the swirling legalese, and faltered. Your boss noticed your hesitancy, and sighed. “I can tell you this - it’s the royal folk. One of them is planning some shindig, and needs you and the girls to help take care of them.”

“Is it… safe?”

“You tell me. You know them royal folk better than I do.”

You wouldn’t exactly say you knew them; one one-night stand with Prince Cad hardly seemed to count, in your opinion. Though, if this party was hosted by a royal, there was a good chance that you’d get to see him again. He’d protect you if things went wrong, right? You stared down at the datapad, and your boss huffed impatiently.

“Look, sign it or don’t. I need to know who to staff now. They aren’t the patient type.”

“Alright, alright.” You scribbled your signature down on the line and your boss snatched the datapad from your hand. He tossed it aside and waddled around from the other side of the desk, gesturing with two fingers for you to follow him.

“You and the others will caravan to The Veil, where you’ll meet the employer. Remember, none of what happens tonight can be talked about, or we’ll be sued to shit. You understand?” You nodded again at this, the uneasy sensation rising in your stomach once more. Your boss glanced over his shoulder at you, and scoffed. “They ain’t gonna eat you! Relax!”

“Easy for you, perhaps.” You muttered under your breath as you both slipped into the meeting room. About fifteen young women - your coworkers - were waiting in the room. Most seemed just as confused as you were.

“The employer has everything you’ll need. Don’t let them talk you into doing anything that isn’t in your job description, okay? You’re attendants, not whores.” Your boss drawled as he crossed his arms over his chest. The last line, specifically, caught your attention. You’re attendants, not whores. What about this job warranted that comment? He had to know more than he was letting on, and this bothered you. You supposed he, likely, had to sign a similar NDA, but at the same time, you hated going into jobs blind. Things were more likely to go wrong this way… and the royals weren’t the type you wanted to disappoint. “Get your asses moving. He’s waiting on you.”

The Veil was unlike anything you had ever seen before - it was a meeting hall affiliated with Azvergin Hotel - a high-end joint for billionaires and royals alike. This meeting hall was just as high-class, with high ceilings and sculpted arches and hand-carved crown moulding. Columns lined the grand hall, holding the heavy mosaic ceilings from toppling to the floor. Famous artwork was displayed along the walls. You were so caught in how awe-inspiring this hall was, you hardly noticed the room was empty. There were no tables or chairs to be seen - something you expected for a function fit for royalty.

“This way.” The grounds-keeper spoke, pulling your attention from the details of the room; it was then that you finally noticed how quiet everything was. You turned towards the groundskeeper, watching as they turned down a long hallway. You jogged after them, your coworkers following closely behind.

“Where is everything?” You asked, and the groundskeeper glanced over their shoulder at you.

“Downstairs.”

“Right…”

They turned to the left and knocked on a door; a small peephole opened, and someone from within called out.

“Who are these ladies?”

“Attendants.” The groundskeeper explained. “The prince sent for them.”

The peephole closed, and the door opened instead. The guard gestured for you to enter, which you did; you slowly descended down the flight of stairs, noting that the lighting had dimmed and that low, sultry music was playing over hidden speakers. You turned to look at your girls, the pieces of this puzzle slowly forming in your head; it wasn’t until the door opened that things finally started making sense.

The room was much smaller than the grand hall above, without the frills and displays of wealth. It was hard to tell what colors the walls and floors were, given how dark the room was compared to the hall above. Plush chairs, chaises, and even beds were dotted around the room. Men and women were already wandering around, dressed in lingerie or kink apparel. They glanced at you and your party, but didn’t say anything.

Against the wall closest to the entrance of the room was a table covered in sex toys, condoms, lube, and little flags of various colors.

You understood the NDA now; this was not your typical job. No… this was a sex party. You had been hired, by one of the royals, to attend to them while they’re likely doing dope and fucking the brains out of prostitutes. Great. This would be fun.

A door to the left of the room opened up, and out stepped Prince Embo, the tall, broad chested Kyuzan prince. He wore a loosely tied satin robe, which exposed his defined chest; tattooed across his exposed skin were dark green, blocky symbols. You could make out the facsimile of a sun printed along his collarbone, though no other shapes made sense to you. Your gaze trailed down his chest and abdomen, before noting the loose tie which held his robe shut. You wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it…

Embo cleared his throat, and you startled, your gaze ripped from the knot of his closure. Your gaze flicked up to his face, before you remember that he was royalty and some royals found eye contact with subordinates to be threatening; you briefly met his gaze, noting the amusement in his face, before you cast your gaze to the floor.

“What is this?” He inquired, looking you all over; he waded through the crowd, looking over each and every one of you personally. His hand ghosted across the back of your neck, sending shivers straight down your spine. “My attendants, yes? Come. I have uniforms for you.”

You tentatively followed him into the room he had just exited from. He started rifling through a box, paying no mind as the sixteen of you gathered around you.

“What will be our role here tonight, your majesty?”

“Attendants. As is your job title.” He answered bluntly as he pulled out enough uniforms and set them aside. “You do not have to do what you are not trained for. Just offer drinks and take care of my guests.”

“I… well… okay.” You nodded as you grabbed one of the dresses - they were short, but not too revealing. Guests would definitely be able to tell the difference between you and the entertainment, even in the dim light. You held it up to you, noting that the prince was watching you. His gaze held interest, but no ill intent; you weren’t sure why, but your stomach somersaulted and your heart skipped a beat.

“Is that a problem, miss?”

“No, your majesty.” You replied, and he stood to his full height, towering over you in a way not many others could. This, embarrassingly, sent spikes of pleasure to your cunt. If he was this tall, you knew he had a huge cock to match.

“Good. My guests shall be arriving any time now. Do not keep us waiting too long.”

He ducked out of the room, giving you ample room and privacy to change. You slipped out of your work uniform and pulled on the given dress; it was red in color, and made of silk. It clung to your body, accentuating your curves; there was something about this dress that made you feel so pretty. Most other uniforms you were given were unflattering at best and purposely ugly at the best. You appreciated the prince’s good tastes.

The others gossiped about the situation you all were in as you pulled on your shoes. You weren’t much for gossip usually, but you understood how odd this situation was.

“So the rumors of the Prince are true!”

“Who knew that a royal could have such a ravenous appetite!”

“Of course he would! Those types always get what they want.”

You chuckled as your mind wandered to your night with Cad. They weren’t entirely wrong; royals were just as fickle and just as horny as everyone else. But you couldn’t imagine Cad throwing such a party. Hell, you couldn’t even imagine him attending such a circus! Prince Embo surely was something else...

You made sure your shoes were on tightly, and slipped out the door. You wanted to get a feel for the place before the chaos began. You took note of the supplies on the table near the door, and of the bar you had somehow missed. So far, there was nothing illegal, but you weren’t certain it would stay that way.

The main floor was still only populated by prostitutes at this point, despite the Prince’s warning that guests would soon be arriving. Some were fixing their hair or make-up, and some were chatting it up with anyone around. Missing, however, was the Prince. You tried to find his towering frame in the crowd, but that was easier said than done.

A hand slid across your back to your shoulders, and you jumped in surprise. You turned, noting Prince Embo staring back at you. You lowered your gaze respectfully, and he responded by wheeling you around to face him, and gripping your chin in his free hand.

“I think I would like for you to be my personal attendant tonight.” He purred, tipping your head back so he could look at you better. His glowing gold eyes searched your soul, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in response. “Pretty thing. It is too bad you are not one of my entertainers tonight.”

His presence was engulfing, and your heart skipped a beat. His thumb brushed over your lips, and you had to stop yourself from parting your lips and accepting it into your mouth. Mindlessly, you edged closer, and the hand on your shoulder slid downward….

“Well, I’ll be damned.” A familiar voice drawled and you winced; of all the people that could have walked through the door at this time, it had to be Cad. The only royal who actively had a past with you, and the one you figured wouldn’t dare be seen at such a function. You turned away from Embo’s grasp, glancing over at an amused Cad. “Didn’t expect t’ see ya here.”

“I only hire the best.” Embo explained, sauntering over to his chair, which overlooked the rest of the room.

“Yeah. De best.” Cad smirked. There was no malice in his tone; rather, you figured this was his attempt at teasing. “Dat’s de one dat spilled wine all over yer mother’s dress."

Blood rushed to your face, and you were thankful that the lights are so dim; you had just barely forgotten about that whole mess, and now Cad had to bring it back up - to the Queen’s own son, nonetheless! You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.

Your self-pitying was cut short by a loud laugh from Embo; at first, you were glad that he wasn’t upset by this information. But then, you realized that he was likely laughing at you. Your mood soured, and you crossed your arms over your chest in a pout.

“So that was you? Oh, my mother raved about you for days after that.” Embo leaned back on his little throne, spreading out like he owned the place. Maybe he did.

“I… what?” You dropped your arms, confused.

“You gave her an excuse to change out of that gods-awful dress my father bought her. She wanted to hire you to ruin whatever gifts he gave her, but we had to talk her out of it.”

“Shouldn’t have.” Cad chuckled. “It would be the best job she’d ever have in her miserable little peasant life.”

“Hey now.” You frowned. “We talked about this.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Cad waved you off as he drew closer. “You wouldn’t happen t’ be available tonight?”

“She is an attendant, Cad. And mine for the night.”

“Figures. You always bag de good ones.” Cad shook his head as he stood; he looked you up and down with a licentious smirk. “I’ll see you ‘round, den.”

“Of course.”

You watched Cad retreat to settle in a nearby chair. One of the prostitutes - a handsome man - approached, sitting on the arm of the chair. Well… at least Cad was there in case things got out of hand.

Embo called to you, and you turned toward him; he gestured with his two fingers, watching with an intensity as you approached. You bowed your head when you reached the foot of his chair, and he tsked.

“None of that.” He told you. “There is no need for pleasantries here. Now… fetch me a drink.”

You had never been around so much sex in your entire life. Everywhere you turned, there was someone giving someone else head, or someone riding someone else’s dick. The room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin, of gagging, of slicked up cunts… and the moans… oh the moans!

You edged around one of the beds -where a princess was getting gangbanged by a group of various alien men- carrying the tray of goodies to your prince. Embo was leaned back in his chair, looking surprisingly bored even as two ladies fondled his cock. You leaned down to hand him his drink, which he accepted with a grunt.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying this, my Prince.”

He just shrugged nonchalantly as he sipped at his drink. “I am not feeling particularly inspired.”

With a wave of the hand, he dismissed the two ladies, and closed his robe up. You set your tray down and knelt before him. He carded a hand through your hair, muttering something in his mother tongue. “Is there anything I can do to make this a better experience?”

He glanced over at you, his gaze lazily trailing down your form; something - which you figured was lust- sparked in his golden eyes, but he was not quick to act on his feelings. He gestured with his free hand, and you offered him some sort of smokable, which you figured was not smart given his need for a breathing mask. He lit it and slumped back in his chair.

“No. Stay your course, kamour.”

“Are you sure, my Prince? I… am offering to help you. You hired me to help, right?” You inquired, reaching out to touch his hand. He glanced over at you, and you wondered how much convincing it would take him before he realized you were serious. Not much, it turned out.

“I am no monster. Say the word and I will let you go.”

“Of course.” You settled between his parted legs, your soft hands slowly sliding up his naked thighs. What was it your boss said? Oh, that you were attendants and not whores. Well, what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Your hands swept under his satin robe, parting it open to reveal his large cock. You wrapped your hand around the base of it, and slowly worked your way up his length. He was already hard from the ministrations of the prostitutes, the head of his cock flushed a deep and needy green. You leaned forward, gathering spit in your mouth before drooling it out onto his cock; you locked gazes with him as you spread your saliva down and around his shaft.

“Now, dat ain’t fair.” Cad’s voice startled you from your task, and you turned to spy him sitting on the arm of an unused chair. He was completely naked, with his arms crossed over his chest. “You said she was an attendant.”

“I did not lie. She is attending.” Embo put his mask back into place, and ran his hand through your hair. “She is doing her duty.”

“Yeah, well, I want in on dis.”

“That is up to her.”

You hardly even had to think - you reached for Cad, wrapping your hand around his slick, hard cock. You gave him a pump, and Cad hissed through gritted teeth in response. You gestured for him to move closer, and he did; the princes met gazes but said nothing to each other as you reached the other hand out to stroke Embo’s cock.

You stroked them both at the same time, reveling in the hisses and grunts trickling from their mouths. The way their cocks pulsed in your hands was enough to make your pussy tingle, and arousal slowly built within you. There was something depraved about this - about a lowly attendant pleasuring two powerful princes in the midst of a sex party - but the depravity only added to your pleasure. You could hardly stop yourself from grinding your needy cunt against the heel of your own foot.

“Enough of dis pussy-footin’. Are ya gonna suck me off or what?” Cad drawled, as impatient as ever; you quirked a brow as you leaned forward to give him a long, wet lick. He growled in response, his hands threading in your hair. “Come on, doll… don’t be teasin’ me now.”

“You forget that you weren’t the first man I was pleasing.” You replied, your voice wavering. You weren’t sure it was a good idea to talk back to him, especially in this position. Though, you supposed, you held the power when you held his cock. Any wayward comment and you were in a prime position to bite him. You figured he wouldn’t risk it.

Cad scoffed and you leaned away to wrap your lips around the head of Embo’s cock. He chuckled and leaned back.

“She is not lying.”

“You shut up.” Cad muttered as he pressed a hand to the back of your head, almost as if he was trying to guide you. You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest.

It went like this for a while - you’d take one into your mouth, bobbing and sucking like a good little whore, before pulling away to take the other one. You felt oddly powerful knowing you had the ability to bring these two princes to their knees with only a touch. You reveled in this power for as long as you could before Embo lifted you up and sat you on his lap. He pulled you close to his chest, purring.

“I am going in you.” He told you, giving you ample time to back out of it. When you didn’t protest, he lifted you as though you weighed nothing, and turned you to face Cad. He guided you onto his cock, and you winced as the head slipped into your drooling cunt. You hadn’t realized that he was quite this large. He gripped your hips, controlling how slowly you eased down onto him so you didn’t hurt yourself.

Cad waited until you were ready before offering his cock to your mouth once more. You parted your lips, your eyes half-lidded and darkened with lust, and he chuckled.

“Are ya cock-dumb already, doll?” He reached out to tangle his hand in your hair. “Are our cocks just dat good?”

You nodded in response to this, greedily latching around his cock and sucking hard. He let out a hiss and tugged at your hair, spurning you to start bobbing up and down his length. At the same time, you had fully engulfed Embo, sheathing his cock deep within you. Your whine was lost amongst the sloppy slurps of Cad’s cock easing in and out of your wet mouth.

Embo slowly, gingerly, eased in and out of you, taking care not to hurt you in the process. Every time he pulled his cock half out of you, you took Cad’s cock to the hilt with a gag. Every time Embo bottomed out within you, you pulled away to breathe. It was tough to find the right rhythm at first, but when you did, the pleasure was all-encompassing. Your head was spinning, arousal burning deep within the well of your stomach; your eyes rolled back and your hands went to your breasts, squeezing so tightly you were sure they’d bruise.

“Think she could take us both in there?” Cad asked, and your mind wandered at the prospect. You imagined the sensation of their cocks filling up your cunt, stretching you out in a way you’ve never felt before. The idea was fascinating, and a bit frightening. You didn’t realize that you were drooling around Cad’s cock until your spit splattered on your thigh.

Embo leaned you back against his chest, a finger probing at your cock-stuffed pussy. He slipped it inside, and your eyes went wide; Cad’s cock slipped from your mouth as the air vacated your lungs. You quivered against Embo, a pathetic little whimper escaping your lips.

“No… not unless you intend to split her in half.”

“Shame.” Cad shook his head; he pondered for a minute, before tipping your chin up. “Stay here. I’ll be back.”

As if you had other plans. Embo rested his head against you shoulder, purring softly. “I would like to see your pretty face, kamour.”

“Alright.” You turned around, facing the prince; you couldn’t tell for sure, but you guessed he was smiling behind that mask of his. His large hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warmth.

“Beautiful.” He slowly rocked his hips up into you again, and you whimpered. “A beautiful, sex drunk whore. You like my cock, hm?”

“Yes.” You breathed, matching his thrusts by rolling your hips; his finger slipped out of your cunt, and instead stroked your swollen, trembling clit. A fire built in your stomach, and your vision went blurry. Your orgasm was within reach! You gasped out his name, your voice strained yet velveteen. Embo’s eyes brightened at this, and he reached up to wrap a steady hand around your neck.

“Say it again. Say my name again.” He commanded, his voice husky with his own desire. You whimpered.

“Embo….”

“Again!” He rubbed at your clit faster, slamming up into you with a ferocity you had never felt before. You could hardly find the strength within you, but you couldn’t displease him.

“Embo!” You cried out, your entire body quivering as the fire of orgasm consumed you. Your head danced in the clouds as your body went limp and useless against him. He held you close, his hands dancing over your form.

“Shit, did I miss out on all de fun?”

You lifted your head and glanced over your shoulder to spy Cad with his hands on his hips. You shook your head, your tongue weighing like lead in your mouth. You gestured for him to draw closer, which he did, and you gave his now condom-clad cock a stroke.

“I do think she can take more.” Embo hummed, his hand rubbing at your thigh. You nodded in agreement at this, and Cad leaned down to nip at your neck.

“Good. Do you still want to take de both of us?”

“Yes!” You chirped, and Cad chuckled.

“So eager.” Cad maneuvered you into Embo’s chest, giving him better access to your ass. Cad lubed you up with a bottle he had grabbed from somewhere, and gently eased into you. A strangled cry escaped from somewhere within you as Cad brushed against the thin, sensitive wall separating his cock from Embo’s. You could hardly keep yourself upright, the sensations quickly overwhelming you; Embo had to keep you from falling completely limp onto his chest.

“Easy now. This is not too much for you, is it?”

You shook your head at this. “N-no.”

“‘Course it ain’t.” Cad yanked on your hair, pulling your head back enough so you could look him in the eyes. He smirked, and then sheathed himself within you. You let out a cry, and his smirk deepened into a depraved smile. “Yer a good lil’ doll. You can handle us.”

“Yes! Yes!” You whined in agreement as they both slowly rocked into you. Every inch of you was set ablaze as they took turns massaging that oh-so-sensitive wall. Cad released your hair, his hand instead sliding down to roll your nipple between two of his fingers. His other hand gripped at your hip, keeping you steady. Embo’s hand returned to your clit, pinching and rolling the overstimulated bud around until you were panting and pleading for release. Your admissions only made them hasten their paces, and soon, they were both slamming into you. Your head lolled back on your useless neck, resting squarely on Cad’s chest; your legs quivered and jerked as you chased after your second orgasm. Hands wandered, acquainting themselves with every aspect of your body; this only added fuel to the fire which threatened to consume you once more.

With only a few more thrusts, you came undone. Your vision went white as you rode waves of pure bliss, only faintly aware of how erratic their paces had become. It wasn’t until Cad lurched forward and bit you that you were pulled from your euphoria.

His fangs pierced your skin, surely drawing blood; his orgasm, contained by the condom, manifested in quick, jerky motions up into you. Slowly, he eased out of you, lapping up any blood that had trickled from the wound.

Embo found his pleasure not long after that, shooting his cum deep within you; the searing heat of his seed was unexpected, but wasn’t unpleasant. You were almost certain that if he hadn’t been wearing his mask, he probably would have bit you too. He, unlike Cad, didn’t ease out of you. He let you decide what it was you wanted to do, even if it meant keeping his soft cock in you until he hardened up again. You did, however, ease off of him to sit on his lap.

“Dat was good, doll. I might need t’ keep ya around.”

“Yes, well, you may have competition.” He leaned toward you, humming. “Though, I suppose it would be your choice.”

“Who says I have to choose?” You managed, your voice sultry. They cast glances at each other, and Cad shrugged.

“‘Spose that could work.”

Taglist!: @sat-nam-saint @that-clone-wars-girl

You leaned back into the warm chest of one of your Princes. Huh. You liked the sound of that. Who would have thought that someone like you could pull two Princes!

#cad bane #embo #royal au #star wars smut #smut #star wars #my fanfiction #iri writes

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gretavanbitch · 3 years

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Tangled up in blue- 2

warnings- drugs lol

One month and six weeks prior-

Keeping herself busy when Josh was gone was no easy task for Penny. She tried her hardest to focus on work, sitting in front of rows of developed film, feeling burned out. There was no good reason for this feeling, simply that she was lonely. Sighing, she thought of the only thing to relax her and calm her mind without Josh, weed.

Her bare feet padded across the hardwood floors of their loft softly, overalls rustling slightly as she made her way to their bedroom. She walked to the brown cabinet next to her side of the bed and pulled out a small encrusted gold box. This box was opened probably too often when she was home without Josh, but also when he was there. She pulled out a filter, and papers. Then taking a bunch off the gram, she grinded it slowly, closing her eyes and wishing she was somewhere else. As her hands moved absentmindedly, she imagined what the boys were doing right now. They were probably on some tour bus or green room getting drunk, which sounds a lot more fun than getting high alone. She imagined Josh, sitting in some plush chair with some extravagant jumpsuit on, smiling and laughing with his friends, without her. She decided to shoot him a text, just some reassurance that he was still there.

Penny: Hey babe, Jake try to murder you yet?

Sent: 8:23pm

She sat, licking the joint closed and waiting eagerly for a reply from Josh. After five minutes, she decided that she would put on a record and smoke, just to pass the time. Joni Mitchell’s Blue started to reverberate off the walls of the apartment, causing her to smile softly to herself. She remembered back to the first road trip she took with Josh, playing this album over and over again until they reached the other side of the country. His hair would run wild with the windows down, and a smile never left his face that week. Snapping back to reality, she brought the joint to her lips and lit her lighter, inhaling deeply and falling back into the couch. After the record had run through both sides, she felt like she needed to do something with her day other than smoke and miss Josh.

Once again, the rows of film stood daunting before her. It was as if they were the royal guard for an impenetrable force in which her motivation was protected. With a hazy mind, she started flipping through the photographs of the recent week, smiling wider with each one. Your favorite was one that you took of Josh outside of a cabin in Washington. He stood away from the camera, but was smiling straight at it, teeth shining and bandana around his neck. That was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen, the purest form of natural beauty. Nothing like anything, ever. She also chuckled to herself as she flipped to one of Sammy biting Josh’s hand, and Jake posed dramatically against a boulder.

She loved the way that the light reflected with the camera lens, and the way that it interacted with the subject. Just as she was about to write down a title for the series, her phone buzzed on the table next to her, lighting up with a notification from Josh.

Josh: Hey mama, just got off stage, it went great. I wish you could've seen it. How did the film come out?

P.S, Jake has tried to stab me sixteen times already.

Sent: 12:34AM

Penny: It came out great, here see.

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Sent 12:35AM

Josh: Beautiful, my love. You have a gift for manipulating the light, it's amazing. Can we talk or are you too tired?

Sent: 12:36AM

The thought of talking to Josh without seeing his face and expressions change with each word, caused her chest to hurt with want. So instead, she clicked the Facetime button rather than call.

Her phone vibrated for a few seconds, panging in her ear loudly. Yet within the blink of an eye, she was greeted with her favorite pair of brown eyes staring onto the screen in front of him. She smiled, and floofed her hair to make sure it didn’t look too trash.

“Hey pretty lady,” he smiled at her. Josh was laying on his back on a bed, presumably on the tour bus. He was lacking in a shirt, but the beads that always decorated his neck hung down past his chest. His hand was stretched above his head, and the phone was angled up from his stomach.

“Hey pretty boy,” she responded, positioning the phone in a more comfortable position on the couch, “watcha up to rockstar?”

“you know the usual, living the life, but I really really really wish you were here, everybody does.” His eyes blinked slowly, showing signs of tiredness, but he would never reveal that to you right now, your time was too precious.

“I do too, trust me its so fucking depressing here with just me and Marely,” she sighed, reffering to the tabby cat that her and Josh adopted together a few months ago.

“aw how is she?” He asked, smiling into the phone. Penny moved the camera to her right, displaying the cat that was curled up by her hip.

“She is great, but wishes she was living the rockstar life,” Josh chuckled to Penny’s response.

“Okay but seriously Pen, can’t you just call sick for one week, say you got really bad food poisoning,” he pleaded.

“If I say that, then I feel like I will accidentally manifest that I will actually get food poisoning for a week,” she laughed into the phone.

“fair point, but it’s not the same without you here, I’m not the same without you here,” his tone shifted to a more serious one with every word, looking straight into her eyes through the screen.

“I mean technically I’m on studio time right now, so they wouldn’t know if I came with you for a week or two...or they would fire me,” she scratched her chin, thinking out the possibilities in her head.

“If they fire you, then just go freelance, they never fully understood your work anyways,” he smirked at her, knowing that she always complained about the company she was hired by, repeating their failures for understanding creativity.

“Alright Kizka, you drive a hard bargain,” Penny smiled.

“Is that a yes?” Josh’s eyes widened at the blonde girl through the screen.

“it is not a no.”

“fuck yes, so I can book you a plane ride to California for tomorrow?” He now got up from the bunk, excitedly running to his computer.

“Mhm, just tell me what time.”

“Ok here’s one, leaves Nashville at 8, gets in Cali at 10,” Josh said, calculating the time difference in his head.

“you are such a bad influence, Kizka,” Penny rubbed her forehead tiredly.

“I will see you tomorrow my love, get some sleep okay?” he smiled at her tired expression, kissing the camera of his phone sweetly.

“see you tomorrow.” and with that she hung up the phone and exhaled loudly. What just happened? One conversation with Josh and she hits the road. It makes her think back to when she didn’t have anyone, and spent years alone in her little studio apartment, taking photos of walls and birds. Now she would drop everything with the snap of his fingers. In her heart she knew that her dependency on him for happiness was not right, but she was too deep in. Her head was stuck underwater, surrounded by the cool rush of his love. The flaws went unnoticed by both of them in fact, just simply mistaking it for head over heels infatuation.

As her head hit the pillow, she thought that the emptiness of the room was less significant as it was a few hours ago. Maybe it was the excitement of the idea of not sleeping alone tomorrow, or just the few minutes of hearing his voice. Whatever it was lulled her softly to sleep.

In a hazy dream, she remembered her and Josh’s first kiss. It was outside of their favorite bar after their second date. He stood next to her, shoulder pressed to hers, and hand interlacing with her own. He was wearing his usual attire, a white long sleeved shirt and tan pants. Yet he looked extravagant, his energy was inherently outgoing. As he says, the Kizka’s have a “flair for flair”. The cool wind seemed to push the pair together, jostling her hair softly as he looked over at her. His eyes were slightly hooded, closed just a slightly against the wind. Her glances fell down to his cupids bow, admiring its shape, then to his lips where she wished she never had to leave. He noticed the shift in her gaze and did the same himself, smirking at her. She smiled, tugging his chin towards her. His hands laced through her hair, smiling into the kiss. Their lips met, and they fit together like they were made for each other, and no one else.

Her alarm forced her out of the wonderful image that played in her sleep, jutting her eyes open to the harsh sunlight of the morning. She quickly packed an old leather suitcase with a few pairs of jeans, shirts, and dresses, knowing that she would be stealing jewlery and sweatshirts from Josh. In what seemed like five minutes she was at her gate, coffee in hand, and camera stowed in her carry-on bag. She decided to text Josh that she was about to board the plane, knowing that he was probably still asleep.

Penny: Hey, boarding now. I’ll text you when I land

sent 8:05am

She then put her earbuds in, deciding on listening to the new album, just so she was prepared to sing alone at the shows. It wasn’t like she hadn’t memorized it the night it came out, but she always felt bad listening to it with Josh, it just felt odd to her. The first song to come on shuffle was Light My Love, and she nearly cried remembering the fireside performance she witnessed a not too long ago.

The plane ride went by in what felt like minutes. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts, most about getting in trouble with work, but others about Josh and how excited she was to see him and the rest of the band. The tires of the plane landed in California with a jaulting thud, and she was brought out of her dissociation.

She knew that Josh expected her to uber to the venue, after all he was probably just waking up now. So she called an uber, standing outside of LAX clad in an old Janis Joplin shirt, flare jeans, and her classic high heeled leather boots. Penny looked straight out of the 70′s, but Josh felt like the 70′s, a pair who perfectly complimented each other.

The uber ride was bumpy and seemingly and hour too long. She finally reached the venue at 11:46, hastily thanking the driver and sauntering to the tour bus parked behind the stage. She knocked a few times on the door, and after the third time, she finally heard a groggy “what do you want”

She smiled, pushing the door open with her foot and walking up the stairs, she was met with a pool of long brown hair and a very naked Jake laying on one of the bunks. Josh was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh hey Penny, what are you doing here?” Jake asked casually, ignoring the fact that he was naked. She was not phased by the latter twins actions, after all, she spent a fair amount of time with the band and often felt like she was equally as close with all of the members.

“Just lookin for my loverboy, any idea where he is?” She answered, leaning against on of the seats camly.

“I think I remember him saying he wanted to go hear the acoustics of the empty stage, so maybe he’s there,” Jake answered groggily.

“thanks,” she said as she made her way, now at a faster speed then before towards the back entrance of the venue. The staff didn’t seem to bat an eye at her as she hastily walked hallway after hallway until she reached the back of the stage. Then she saw him, standing with his arms out wide, silently absorbing the feeling of the empty arena.

“babe?” she said, accidentally making it sound like a hushed whisper.

The curly headed man then turned his head over his shoulder, smiling. His smile widened nearly ten fold when he saw the girl to his left. She looked amazing, her hair seemingly always falling in just the right way, she paused for a moment, reaching for something in her bag.

“don’t move, and look forward again, just like you were before,” She smiled and clicked the shutter of the camera, knowing it would be beautiful, every photo with Josh in it is. She then put the camera away and ran into his arms, collapsing into his embrace. He hugged her tightly, moving his hands up and down her back.

“I missed you so much my love,” He said into her hair.

“I missed you more lover,” she replied.

Hey pretty people! I hoped you liked this chapter, I may or may not write another either tomorrow night or by sunday! Asks are open for Jake or Josh imagines BTW!

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impaladolan · 3 years

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What if y/n tried to sneak out again and ends up opening a door and it’s literally a conference room and grays ins sitting head of the table and it’s filled w mafia men lmaooo and she’s just like oh sorry was looking for the bathroom which is an obvious lie cos girl has one in her room and she runs away and one of them catch her and take back to grays I mean does he punish her in front of the men girl that’s up to you but even if he doesn’t I feel like it’s like a lowkey funny concept like poor girl she just tryna escape hahaha

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i think it would be fun if y/n just constantly winds up him now in hopes he will get sick of her antics and just tell her everything hehe like maybe one day she steals his rolex, smashes all the plates lmaoo idk now that i type that out i feel like he won’t care and just spank her ass every time (which i highly doubt she’s gonna complain about lol)

Capture - Grayson Dolan [7/-]

summary: y/n has always been a curious women, but when she stumbles upon something she’s not supposed to.. things become too much to handle...

warnings: swearing & humiliation/degradation..

a/n: do y’all want to do tags @?? and also, thank you sweet anons for the prompts! love you all 💕

The events to which had pertained early this morning continuously played on a loop in your head. Rerun after rerun, and you never ran out of film. It really made you question your decision-making skills, or rather any of the skills and manners you have acquired in your short time of living. You couldn't help the "imbalance of homeostasis" moreover your impulsive, fluctuant feelings that would come over you like a rushing water at times. It really made everything a bit more difficult to understand. In shorter terms;

What the hell even happened?

You couldn't deny or even feel guilty for the wrongdoings of this morning, but nor could you exactly excuse them. Yes, it was a heat of the moment type of thing and you really should have expected him to come barging in like that, but it still had taken you off guard. Although, when you think back to what happened, you don't regret it.

You miss it.

You miss the way it felt, to be sat atop of him and needing for his scared touch. He was like a drug. An addictive, life sucking drug that wouldn't wash away from your mind. He was all you could think about.

He is all you can think about.

The wanting demand to know his name, the request to see his godawful handsome face, the aching of his touch. Everything about him was mysterious and daunting. He drew you in, like a magnet against steel. The burning desire you have for him doesn't make sense.

How could you be in love with someone you barely know? Someone who had taken you away from everything you've ever known. A man that knows the ins and outs of you, yet you couldn't even recognize his name?

It feels like a game. A stupid, twisted fucking game that you're bound to lose to.

Sighing to your intrusive thoughts, you blow a wavering piece of hair from your face. You were stuffed under the lengthy duvet and your eyes were directed at the spinning ceiling fan above. The industrial, artificial wind-making machine upwards reminded you of a similar one placed in your room at home. Of course, this one didn't have a squeak but it still made the pit of your stomach drop in an agony-filled remembrance of home. It feels like forever ago when you used to run every morning. The feel of the harsh wind against your cheeks and the subtle pumping of your heart was washed away with the same old gray walls that you were enclosed by every single waking moment.

The sudden thought of just that sparked energy within you.

You were pretty exhausted from prior events and you thought you’d be able to get a nap or two in. But your overthinking and legitimate thoughts clouded your head and you just couldn’t find a way to sleep properly. Although now, you were ready to explore.

Well, explore the kitchen.

The mere thought of a tall glass of iced water sounds satisfactory. Especially for your often dry throat. So, you hassled out of the flooding white covers and marched straight to the door, pulling down the only thing that covers you; a large white t-shirt— presumably his. The urge to soothe the parchedness that swirled within you only strengthened as you trekked past the door and into the ominous hallway. You werent for sure if he was home or not, but at this point it really didn't matter. You were thirsty and you were gonna do something about it, one way or another.

You retraced your steps from only a few days beforehand, when you had tried to escape, which had ended in complete failure. Thinking back to it, it surprises you that he actually knew you were in the walk-in pantry the entire time.

It seems like he knows just about everything.

Like you remembered, the hall opened up into a large, modern looking kitchen that could possibly sustain an expensive restaurant if it really had to. Before you could pause in absolute awe by just gaping at it, you get straight to work in finding a glass. You swung open most of the cabinet doors, opening to mainly spice racks and pots/pans that looked pricier than your own vehicle. You finally found something that could fit the desired contents and you went straight for the fridge. Just as quickly, you dip your cup in the little boxed formation and listen to the ice cubes soothingly fall. You didn't even worry about the deafening bangs of the cubes as they fell from the dispenser, or the crackling or the cool water slipping down and around their entirety.

God, it looks like heaven.

You bring the cylindrical shape up to your lips and let the freezing water slip down your tongue and throughout your body. It cured any and everything that seemed to be wrong, at least for the moment. You dont stop your drinking until the water is fully ingested and the ice begins to burn the tip of your nose. You place the glass carefully on the counter and deeply inhale, shutting your eyes for a brief moment to think.

You’re tired of staying in that room all damn day, and you need a change of scenery. You know there’s got to be way more in this house than just the couple rooms you’ve ventured in, and what’s the worst that could happen?

Aww, he spanks your ass again?

Like that would solve anything anyway. He should know by now that it affects you differently. He seems to know everything else about you. It’s actually really frustrating. For him to know all the details and you’re left in the weird gray area that’s clueless and dumb. It makes you so aggravated and angered, and you wanted to oh so bad, put your foot down in some way.

So, that’s what you’ll do.

A devilish grin comes across your face as you leave the kitchen, waltzing into the dining area with scouring eyes. What could you possibly do to make the “almighty capturer” upset? The first thing to come across your head was unorganization.

He seems like a perfectionist, someone who likes everything put in their exact places and to not be tampered with. You share that similar quality, but you aren’t an extremist like him.

You first lay your eyes on the dining room table, the centerpiece along with the runner looking a little too nice. With a sense of urgency, you decide sabotage. Firstly, you grab the extravagant-looking art sculpture and set it on the floor. After, you crumple the cloth underneath it. With an odd smirk, you pull out all the chairs in not so orderly fashion.

Wow, Y/N, you really did some damage..

Taking a couple steps back to look at the petty mess you've made, a chuckle erupts from your mouth and you sigh yet again. You shrug the simplicity away from your head and continue your walking. You come about a spiraling staircase and instantly begin to climb it, eager to see the upper floor’s decor. Your hand slides against the railing as you become steps closer to your desired destination, another chic and modern looking domain before your eyes. Unlike the downstairs, this room held a lot more art work and a certain professionality you couldn't begin to explain, but you continued to move forward. You approach another hallway, except this one withheld a deadend, large double doors that open outward. It somehow gained your attention and you couldn't help but want a quick look inside. Nothing was really stopping you and there are no signs of him around, so why not?

You didn’t really need an answer, you just went ahead and did what was on your mind. Exerting the small amount of force needed to push down the handles, you pull the doors open wide and focus your eyes on the room’s interior.

Men, sat all along a table that led all the way up to him.

Your eyes widen in immediate shock and your jaw drops open. All of their heads turn in the direction of a barely dressed girl standing in the doorway, disrupting the importance of a meeting with their leaders.

You.

Papers were strung all over the long piece of oak and there was bustling before you rudely interrupted their transactions and communicating, but you were too frozen to react or runaway.

“What the fuck are you doing up here, Y/N?” He said your name with such a deep and dark mannerism, it made your pussy throb unexpectedly. “I- Uhm, I.. Bathroom?” Words wouldn’t come out straight, no matter how hard you tried. You felt the stares of a million, but you could only focus your gaze on him.

And he looks furious.

What could you do to escape all of this? Well, running actually. You take off just as you see him get up from his seat. You speed back down the hallway you first walked down and curved through the different paths you had taken prior. The faint “go fucking get her” that spilled from his lips had made it to your ears and a certain fear ignited within you.

You could hear the footsteps behind you, but you didn’t stop. You were almost down the steps, until that menacing touch of someone grabbing you right before freedom— immersed around you. You knew it wasn’t his arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t dare look back to see whose it actually was. You wanted to cry, struggling to stay in his grasp as he lifted you back up and into the meeting room from whence you came.

“Let her down, Marc.” His wondrous voice filled your ears and you’ve never felt so secure yet troubled in your entire lifetime. The large arms unraveled from around you and you were softly placed on the ground. You didn’t dare to look up, but instead focus on the ground beneath you.

“Get your ass over here, slut.” His dark voice filled the quiet room, and your heart plummeted at the sound of such a slur. Sadly, you could only listen to him, so you walk carefully around the table, making your way to his perch. You weren’t even fully near him until his arm reached out and clutched your wrist, forcefully pulling you towards him. He roughly laid you over his lap, in front of everyone, and pulled up the bottom of your shirt, allowing every eye to see you lower half nakedness.

And just like the early morning prospects, an echoing slap to your ass filled the room’s silence. “This is what fucking happens, Y/N. When you disobey me.” You could tell his jaw was clenched and his face was red with anger by the way he was talking. Tears began to form in your eyes, but not from the pain, but from the embarrassment.

How’re you supposed to face all the people in this room, after getting an ass whooping for the second time today?

“Guess you don’t know how to fuckin’ listen well, do you Y/N?” He kept saying your name like it was some kind of extravaganza, which humiliated you all the more. You didn’t want everyone to know who you are, laid across a grown man’s lap and getting seriously aroused amidst people.

Out of the blue, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back up to face him, a dark red spread across your cheeks. “Lucky I don’t make you suck my fuckin’ cock in front of all of ‘em. Then they’d know you aren’t such a bad little girl, wouldn’t they?” He whispers against your ear as he sets you on his knee, facing the direction of the stone cold men veering their eyes on everything but you— away from the awful scene.

You shake your head to his words, feeling his large hands linger under your shirt. “Don’t think so? Would that embarrass you, sweetheart? Cause I couldn’t give a less fuck about that right now.” His hands continue to travel upwards, wrapping around the both of your unclothed breasts, the thin shirt material not doing much justice.

“Please, no. I-I’ll do whatever you want, just please— not here.” With those words of plea, you cross your arms over his hands and train your eyes to the floor in humiliation.

“Get back to you room, and don’t leave it. You’re on thin fucking ice, princess.”

to be continued...

a/n: don’t ask me why, i really don’t know why he has such an affinity for spanking her 🤷‍♀️ and it’s also 1:00 am that I finally finished this.. procrastination at its finest..

#dolan twins #dt #dolan twins smut #grayson #ily #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #grant #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #capture #grayson dolan smut

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sinkix · 4 years

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~ Haikyuu!! Boys baking with reader - Ft. Ushijima, Tendou, Oikawa, Hinata & Nishinoya ~

YO! SO UHHHH... I’M BACK??? I GUESS?? MAYBE??? After a little break I had this in my drafts for a while and realllyyy wanted to complete it since it’s such a cute concept. Honestly at this point my posting frequencies are so sporadic and random pls forgive me lmao.

@deathcab4daddy gave me the inspo to include Ushi and it was so funny coming up with ideas for him, he is no.1 country boi chef

Dude I’m listening to the Mario Kart soundtrack ‘Coconut Mall’ while I continue writing this someone save me. Like u think I’m joking. UR WRONG.

Ushijima:

The most straightforward yet idiotic baker you will ever come across.

Before you even THINK about performing step 1, he will read the entire fucking leaflet like it’s a Shakesperean monologue.

INGREDIENTS INCLUDED.

LIKE SIS I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW IT CONTAINS MONOCALCIUM PHOSPHATE THANK YOU.

I’m surprised he doesn’t count every single particle in the brownie mix.

You bought him a frilly cupcake-printed apron stating ‘best wife’ not expecting him to actually wear it

But since he’s secretly a big softie and treasures anything you buy he wears it proudly.

His stoic and dignified disposition is a comical contrast to the words printed on the front lmao.

Ushi best wifey bro.

The tight fit of the apron is pretty hot since it outlines every ridge of his pecs and tightly toned torso.

Gotta resist groping your mans while stirring the brownie batter.

tbh he’s more likely to grope you, he can’t resist that a$$.

And let’s face it he’s def an ass/thigh kinda guy.

Can and will try to casually initiate some form of unholy activities by lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, goading you to slowly lick the spoon and locking gazes before pulling you in for a deep, open-mouthed kiss to get a taste of the incomplete creation himself.

Ushi’s lips and brownie batter are a knock-out combo js.

Literally has the most serious face when he’s cracking the eggs into the bowl

The amount of concentration is equivalent to that of when he’s performing a serve at match-point.

HAS to set the temperature to the EXACT degree stated on the box

Everything is done by the book if you do one thing out of place he will pull you up on it lol.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to stir it for 5 minutes, not 7.”

When its done you feed him some and he can’t help but smile its so ADORBALE AHHH.

You end up eating most of it since Ushi doesn’t strike me as much of a chocolate/junk food lover.

STILL A VERY FUN BUT F R U S T R A T I N G EXPERIENCE.

Tendou:

The complete opposite of Ushi

Does everything wrong and the unconventional way.

Absolute disaster but doesn’t even sweat it since Tendou basically thrives in chaos and the disorderly.

To him instructions are purely equivocal, will read them for five seconds then toss them away.

Step aside Gordon Ramsey, Chef Tendou is here.

Despite doing everything the unorthodox way it still comes out amazing.

Like??? how???

Will cheekily place a dollop batter on your nose then lick it off fh3jkeffefds

Or if he’s feelin’ a lil freaky, he’ll swipe it off with his long ass finger and make you suck it clean, smirking at your submission as you coat his finger with your saliva.

oop-

Constantly cracking jokes and shitty food puns, pretending to drop the bowl to make you go into preemptive cardiac arrest before you can swat him with the spatula.

While you’re waiting for the timer to ping, Satori being the schemer he is will use this as an opportunity to pull some fuckery and tease you in any way he can.

u better be praying like bodhisattva TanaNoya rn because he is MERCILESS.

Suggestive comments, the brush of his fingers against your thigh, it’ll leave you A C H I N G in frustration by the end of it.

Unholy activities aside, once your baking session is completed you finish it off by feeding PHAT forkfuls of brownie to each other and giggling like dorks when it gets all over your mouth.

The jackass actually got a fingerful and SMEARED it over your cheek and forehead, drawing a little cross and snickering when the crumbs fall onto your nose.

Tendou was smart to draw a cross bc he gonna need jesus with the ATTACK you launch on him after that, which promptly leads to an all out food war in your kitchen that neither of you want to clean up after ward.

Don’t worry though it’s Tendou, he’ll somehow find a way to make such a mundane activity fun.

Nishinoya:

stirs WAY TOO VIOLENTLY

IT’S LIKE AN ELECTRIC WHISK ON OVERDRIVE.

IT WILL SPLATTER OVER THE COUNTER, CUPBOARDS AND EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR WITHIN A 1 MILE RADIUS.

You best believe he will try and eat some of the batter and you have to swat the spoon away from his mouth since he has NO REGARD FOR THE FACT HE COULD GET SALMONELLA.

Plus you know what Noya’s like once he starts eating something the whole thing will be gone in a matter of milliseconds.

He somehow managed to get Baking powder EVERYWHERE and even gave him self a little moustache with it.

The white substance kinda looked like something else but you didn’t really wanna say lmaooo.

could explain why he has so much energy all the time oK ILL STOP-

While you’re putting the mix on the tray he is SO extra and will do fancy lil swirls and over extend his arm like a swan to gracefully spread the batter

until he nearly fucking knocks it over.

During processing time since he is so excitable and impatient you best believe he’s gonna suggest a game of ping pong or something because my guy can well and truly never sit still.

ping pong match with the spatulas, kitchen island and a hard boiled egg.

Pls be careful he will rolling thunder that egg and pimp slap it so hard with the spatula it’ll damn near give you a concussion, not intentionally, but like protect your noggin. Wear a helmet.

For the remaining 5 minutes of baking time y’all just sit like kids in front of the oven and watching it rise like starved hyena’s observing it’s pray before demolishing it into sad particles of cocoa.

And lemme tell u, once the timer pings, that baking tray is free real estate for Noya. Half of your creation will be devoured before you can even put it on a plate and marvel at your handiwork.

He kicked your ass at spatula ping pong btw I’m sorry sweaty but short kings stay winning.

Oikawa:

Such a dramatic bitch like he got the whole she-bang going on.

Strapped with a pink apron, a whisk at his side and standing proudly with both hands on his hips.He is prepared like a greek gladiator going into battle.

You better believe he gonna make some snarky remarks and tease your method of doing things.

“Ah-ah-ahhh (Y/N)-chan you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you how a PRO does it.”

Proceeds to drop entire bowl on his foot and yelp like a little girl in pain.

Well and truly embarrassed with himself, you put a band-aid on his toe and he piped down after that.

Shattered big toe and mixing bowl aside, actually a really good baker??

He is a PRO at decorating, y’all decided on cupcakes since its literally his forte to make them look aesthetic and pretty.

You almost don’t wanna eat them from how good they look.

jk almost

You take it in turns breaking bits off and placing pieces into each others mouth with a loud “aaaaaahhh!”

Places a piece in your mouth, leans forward and locks lips with you in a soft, passionate kiss before pulling away and uttering the words “It tastes even better coming from your mouth ;)”

hnnnNNGGGGGGggGg.

You both whine and bicker over who cleans up after.

“You cleaaannnnn!”

“no Toru YOU clean!”

“but I made the cupcakes look pretty :(”

“not as pretty as you <3″

He did the cleaning after that.

Like just stroke his ego with some compliments and he’s whipped with a smug grin on his face for the next 30 minutes.

You decide to save the rest and bring them to his next practise.

Literally on the verge of tears when he sees you beaming and holding the platter of treats, Kiyotani mauls half of them in a matter of seconds to which Oiks gets salty over LMAO.

Hinata:

So excited oh my god he’s so precious please protect him I will CRY-

Has a little sunflower apron on and JBJKNDDDKDW IM SMILING JUST IMAGINING HIM FIDGETING IN EXCITEMENT OVER THE THOUGHT OF BAKING COOKIES.

Yes you decided on cookies bc he goes rabid for some choc chip biccies.

You have to guide him v carefully because of how easily confused and clumsy he is.

Cannot for the life of him crack the eggs without getting a quarter of the shell in the bowl so you have to do it instead.

Has a surprising amount of strength and forearm power bc holy shit boy can stir FAST.

Hums a little tune while he does it and bobs up and down with a wide grin on his face it’s so adorable, he has such a gentle singing voice I can’t-

Attempts different shapes with the batter when pouring it onto the tray but fails pretty miserably lol.

he tried ok???

Once they’re done he takes the tray out of the oven and since it was heavy, subconsciously propped it with his knee and nearly dropped the entire tray from the pain. (I’ve actually done this before when making chicken nuggets I do not advise being that brain dead)

Had to put some burn cream on the bbies knee :’((

When you decided to dig in, he handed you a cookie that looked like a crooked circle and said he tried to make that one a heart and insisted he feed it to you.

Blushed VERY hard at the moment of silence and intense eye contact while he fed it to you.

Nearly short circuited when his fingers brushed against your lips.

Moe moe x100000000000000000000000000000

You offer to do the cleaning after because he hurt himself and you didn’t wanna make him do any work, but he still offered to wipe the surfaces for you bc he’s an angel <333

literally just wanna marry him.

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Any chance you could give us some Arabic speaking Remus headcanons? Loved your latest fic ❤️ 📚

OMFG gorgeous sugarplum! I legit only just was reminded of this while scrolling through my inbox right now! But my heart is finna burst!!! Thank you SO SO much and yes I would love to give some Headcanons about this! Especially since the next long story I’m working on includes this dynamic, and I’m so excited about it!! However, common disclaimer that while I am Arab and culturally Muslim even if I don’t practice like the rest of my family lol, I am Palestinian and not Syrian. So with every identity there are different experiences and customs no matter how closely intertwined. So I apologize for any inconsistency that a Syrian may read and disagree with, and please feel free to correct me<3 <3

The FIC this HC is from

So first off some background on his mum in the story

I chose the name Vivian based off a friend of a friend who’s uncle married a woman by that name back in Palestine, so it’s definitely extremely uncommon, but a fully Arab lady was named it, so like it’s my defense bahaha. But it also means lively, and coupled with Hussein as her maiden name which means beautiful, it just fit her personality to a t!!

She was born into a pretty secular family in Syria in the late 1920s, so there was a lot going on in that time period. But her dad was pretty influential, working in the government and such. Vivian was also the youngest of four girls and three boys so she was pretty spoiled tbh

She attended a boarding school in France through out her adolescence and decided to go to university there too, so she’s fluent in both Arabic and French, with pretty great English as well. Though she wasn’t exactly white passing, even though like a bunch of Syrians/Palestinians/Lebanese folk she was somewhat fair, she had distinctly Arabian features, like the large almond shaped eyes and thick lashes and thicker brows, and a long, largeish nose, accented by full lips. So she experienced a good amount of jeers and discrimination, especially when folks found out her surname. So I think she’s able to relate to Remus in that sense of being a wolf at least, and later on when he comes out as gay.

It was 1950 when she and a few of her girlfriends went to Wales for holiday after completing university. The second Lyall first spotted her in the woods while she was trying to make it back to the cabin near the Irish Sea with her mates, it was something like love, because duh. She was a fucking knock out!! A babe and a baddy! Literally so far out of his league its ridiculous! But on Vivian’s side, she was mostly just amused and a bit enamored by this cocksure Welshman who had the most endearing of crooked smiles that their son would inherit a decade later. So obviously she didn’t make it easy on him, but eventually she let him take her out on the last night of her trip, and was pleased to find out that they had the same sort of humor and the same passion for their careers and even the same love for the outdoors too.

They had a long distance relationship for two years while she went to grad school so she could teach about classics while Lyall himself was rising the ranks in the Ministry for regulation and control of magical creatures— Unbeknownst to her, the Floo network was very helpful with the distance. Just thank God Lyall himself is a Muggle born because he really had to fake the hell out of it lol.

So just to speed things up they got married on a lovely June evening in 1955, subsequent to Vivian excepting a professorial job in Cardiff after Lyall told her about the Wizarding world. At first Vivian thought e was tripping on some subpar edibles until he proved it by transfiguring her snuff box into a lovely broach that she kept for the rest of her life, So after Vivian was convinced, she became absolutely enthralled by all of the magic so completely.

They were trying for a few years when she finally became pregnant with Remus in 1959, and they were both so over the moon (pun unintended).

So like I said above, Vivian’s family are pretty secular, so I see her mostly practicing the cultural aspects of Islam. For example, every Friday— which is the equivalent to Sundays being the holy day for Christians— she lights up the instance that she always keeps herself stocked up on after her annual trip to Syria, instead of the typical candles she ordinarily prefers. And Remus swears that for the rest of his life whenever he smells it, he’s back to being a baby, puttering around the house and watching her dusting the shelves while humming quietly an Arabic song that’ played out the gramophone by a man who’s music would soon become regarded as the song of the people. Or Remus would recall being snuggled into her lap while she read him a novel on the windowsill. Or he’d simply remember listening to his parents laughter fluttering in the air while he fell asleep by the fire, subconsciously making the flower buds closest to him bloom with his untapped magic.

Remus’s first clear memory— thanks to the endless pictures— is when he was around four years old, before the attack, and they were staying in Vivian’s home town in Damascus. While the men congregated out doors for cigars and cards and the women in the living room chatting while snacking on watermelon seeds, his older cousins— who were all girls— dragged him off to one of the bedrooms and doted on him because he was the baby of that side of the family. And he remembers walking out in a set of one of their heels and a headscarf wrapped around his head which made his Mama and Tata and Aumties laugh out loud and croon over him, and all his uncles and Sido call him Aumty Remus.

The attack by Greyback happened soon after they returned to Wales, and I’m not gonna touch on it becs I’ not finna depress myself. But it was a January morning after his first transformation and he remembers that when he woke up, he saw the cookies stuffed with dates resting on his bedside with a glass of milk that Lyall had put a cooling charm on. And they’re indulgent treats that Vivian makes for both Eids every year even though they don’t celebrate them in any other way lol. But the cookies always reminds him of family and of feeling safe in his mother’s arms, and they still work to make him feel better even after the worst thing he has ever experienced in his short life.

Remus’s love of poetry came from both sides of his parents, but it was listening to his mother recite the story of Majnun Layla in it’s original Arabic that really made him glow for the art form, and brought him to discovering his favorites like Auden and Neruda.

There’s a ornate, wooden prayer box that has been past down on the Hussein side of the family for five generations, it was originally meant to hold a Qran but for the past three it’s simply just been a beautiful piece of decoration. So when Vivian gave it to Remus when he was headed off to Hogwarts, little Remus asked McGonagall to help him with locking charms so it could become a safe place for him to keep his most cherished of nicknacks ant momentos, so obviously, she silently added a charm to keep the wood nearly unbreakable and the extension charm atop of that, like Hermione with her bag, so that he could keep as many happy memories as possible inside of it, and she prayed that there would be so many that it threatened to burst.

The last time Remus opened the box was in 1996, when he was putting away the ring Sirius gifted him as a match to his own in some feeble promise of forever only weeks before James and Lily’s own engagement.

Once during first year, he and the lads were staying up late, trading stories about how they got their most ridiculous scars— after seeing the one that scraped across Remus’s left shoulder blade— But it got to a point where they were all feeling a bit nippish, so they went down to the kitchens for some of the chocolate pudding that was served during dinner that night. And Remus idly asked the house elves if they could make him a batch of Kinafa because he was getting home sick and missed when he and his Mama would dash over to the city whenever they were feeling antsy, and she’d take him to their favorite hooka bar after buying a round of the dessert— which is basically sweetbread stuffed with cheese— from down the block. And they’d stay sitting beneath the starlight, and talking about her job and his lessons from school while she’d let him try a discrete puff or two and they’d laugh about everything and nothing at all.

The next time they stopped by the kitchens one of the younger house elves presented him with the snack gleefully, and it tasted fine, just not like how they do back home. So Remus smiled warmly at Tipsy, the house elf, and thanked her with real sincerity.

But his face must’ve betrayed him because after easter break, Sirius plops down a fresh batch of them on Remus’s bed before leaping into his own, casually mentioning that he saw how grossed out Remus looked when trying the one the house elves made, and it was from a restaurant close to Grimmauld so it’s not that big of a deal, and then he rushed to cursing at James for stealing his favorite pen and swearing that if he broke it he’s gonna have hell to pay. Remus had only blushed and chuckled with a small smile on his face when he cut himself a small piece and finished the half sheet off with the rest of their house later that night during an impromptu party that the Marauders would become infamous for in later years.

It was the summer after second year when all the marauders visited Remus back home in Wales and when they heard Vivian call him Qamar practically every other sentence, which of course lead to endless ribbing and eventually to his nickname of Moony— even though it’s so fucking obvious and Remus loves and hates it in equal parts. God his friends are so fucking stress inducing!

Remus teaches the other marauders funny Arabic curse words and they use them in class so that they can talk shit about particularly disgusting Slytherins without them being any of the wiser. (Yes I did do this with my friends, and I’d do it again! POW! POW! POW!)

It’s from Vivian that Remus has an affinity for coffee as strong as shit, but also prefers his tea weak— specifically two sugars and a dash of milk. But seriously, if you’ve ever tried Arabian coffee you’d understand, that shit is so fucking strong it’s literally a hate crime LMFAO. But yeah, this habit is definitely a point of contention between him and Sirius— who’s actually so fucking posh no matter how much he wants to be punk, and he stands by only drinking black tea— like Merlin intended— and saying bugger off to any and all coffees. “Leave that shite to the French and Americans.” And Remus would try to keep himself from making eyes at him from across the table, because God Sirius is hot when he’s all fiery and impassioned, even when it’s about the dumbest, most inconsequential shit.

Something that’s sort of funny is that Remus was the first among them to become a fucking pot head and could drink them all under the table even though Sirius himself has got two stone and three inches on him. But Remus still refuses to eat ham, purely because he never grew up eating it and doesn’t care too now. Sirius had to specifically ask Euphemia and Monty to make turkey for Christmas dinner their sixth year just because he knew that Remus’s head would probably implode with the decision between being rude and not eating it or forcing himself to gag down the unfamiliar meat.

When Remus is really, really fucking drunk he definitely spends the night only speaking in Arabic! (Don’t look at me I’m trash just because I stole this from my own life lmfao) But yeah, it’s really fucking hilarious and Sirius swears to God he’s so fucking in love with him while listening to Remus ranting in the unfamiliar language. And he’s like positive that half the time he’s actually just cursing Sirius out but he doesn’t even care because it’s SO! DAMN! CUTE! And sometimes Sirius decides to speak French at a drunk off his arse Moony, who occasionally replies back in a stiff staccato before returning back to the easy Arabic. And it’s just a mess.

Ok so sadness warning

In my head, Vivian loses her fight against breast cancer the July after the Marauders graduate from Hogwarts, and afterwords Remus gets a tattoo of her name in Arabic on his chest, and the word for soul on the nape of his neck. He locks away that battered copy of Magnun Layla in the wooden box she gave him years ago, along with a woolen scarf that smelt like her perfume.

It’s Sirius who buys a set of prayer beads to hang off her photo above the mantel in the flat he and Remus share, and when Remus sees it he literally feels like he might crack open with tears, but opts to kiss Sirius thank you instead, and they stay tangled on the sofa for the rest of the day in quiet contemplation.

One night, in late 1979, while the war was only getting worse and worse— Sirius was hit by a cutting curse to the ribs. And it was really fucking bad, but thankfully James got him to his house in time for Lily to help and heal. He slept for the most part for nearly an entire day, but remembers snippets. Like when Remus had sprinted into the room with fear painted all over his soft features, and when James put a cooling cloth to his head. But most distinctly, Sirius recalls Remus gingerly lying besides him and Sirius talking gibberish at his boyfriend while Remus plunged his entire face against his back, eyes wet with tears and body shuttering as he squeezed him softly, saying something quietly in Arabic. Sirius obviously didn’t understand like 99.9% of it, but he did catch the word “Habibi,” which he instantly remembers as an old pet name Vivian use to call Remus with so much love it made her entire countenance sparkle. It’s an endearment that means beloved, or darling, and it feels like Remus is begging Sirius to stay with him and Sirius’s throat is still raw from the screaming, so he can only reply by dragging Remus’s hand up to his mouth and kissing his knuckles tenderly. And he knows that whatever he does for the rest of his days, he loves Remus Lupin with every cell in his body.

Oof this got mad depressing…. Chow anyways, I can add a picture of the container you’re suppose to use for the instance if anyone wants that?

Thank you again dear Nonny!!!

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