#OOOH boy let's go with the content warnings

[cry-ptidd]

"And she had brown eyes like a lamb, innocent and golden"

[captainreecejames]

Wrong City - CL16 smau

in which you commit to the bit on Instagram

authors note : I hope you guys like this one! Originally it was going to be a different post every city and driver, but I didn't think that would really be enough so it became a short story on charles. Let me know if you want one on a different driver as I still have a few captions in the notes.

pairing : Charles Leclerc x FEM!reader

warnings : none

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[hornedstorys]

Gladiator - Commodus x Reader - "Kiss me"

Warnings: Fear, self doubt, Friends to lovers, Oc mention (not reader), violence (Not between reader and Commodus), a little bit of... SPYCE hehe (making out, nsfw), probably Commodus is pretty Ooc

Content: The ways of Caesar are inscrutable

Oooh he looks so handsome, iam crying😩

You strolled through the corridors of the palace with your basket full of herbs. It was a beautiful day and you used the time to get some medicinal plants. You were not only a servant of Caesar, but also a healer. At least you had some knowledge to take care of the emperor's injuries or when he was ill, which was rare.

You were given a small room of your own. Something that was a luxury for your status. While the other servants and slaves had to share their rooms, you were allowed to have your own little kingdom. Enough time and peace and quiet to make remedies.

The others clearly sensed that you were the emperor's favorite. You yourself didn't worry about it, you just went about your duties, nothing more. Ever since the emperor and you were little, you and your father have been looking after the boy. Over time, a kind of tender friendship developed between you, even though he was a few years older than you. You were present at every one of his treatments and he got used to your appearance. You burned yourself into his mind.

Today was one of your days off, your duties as a servant were done and Commodus let you go about your healing duties. Which didn't exactly please your overseer Titus. Titus was responsible for the servants and therefore a kind of master for you. Also because the emperor didn't have time to look after the little people himself, like the slaves and servants. But he was not a good person. He wasn't fair and punished every little mistake. The female servants in particular were afraid of him, as he even raised his hand to the women.

One of the reasons why you tried to do your tasks as thoroughly as possible. You were also afraid of him and his acts of violence. He was a monster. You hummed as your steps took you across the fine marble floor. Suddenly one of the guards appeared and you were almost startled as she came straight towards you.

"The Caesar wishes to see you," the guard said and you furrowed your brows.

"Is he not feeling well? Is he ill?" you asked, worry building up inside you. In between, Commodus trained often. It was also one of your suggestions for him to let out his frustration and relieve stress. Only with dolls, of course. You didn't know whether he really stuck to it. When Commodus was in a rage, even a hyper bull was more pleasant.

"He said he was hurt," the guard confessed and you immediately ran after him as fast as you could. The basket, still in your arms. Then you stood in front of his door. The guard knocked and all you could hear was an annoyed "What?".

The armored man nodded at you, almost encouragingly, before quickly disappearing. You sighed and slowly opened the door to his chambers."You summoned me, sire," you say, trying to keep your voice level. Your heart was still pounding hard against your chest. At your voice, Commodus' head shot up and his intense green eyes caught yours. You gulped. Quickly, you lowered your head and your eye contact was broken

The slaves and servants were not allowed to look at the emperor. You didn't want to be punished, but you didn't see the disappointed look on his face when you averted your gaze. Commodus gritted his teeth and scrutinized you. It almost felt like an eternity before he finally spoke.

"Come here, healer. I have a wound I want you to tend to," he said in a gravelly voice. You put down your basket and walked towards him, your eyes still lowered. At some point, dark leather boots appeared in your field of vision.

"Look at me," his dark voice came through to you and almost hesitantly you lifted your head to look at him shyly. That green of his eyes stared at you so intensely that it made you feel queasy. The light from the flakes made his skin glow warmly and you had to admit to yourself that this dangerous man was beautiful. A dangerous mixture.

Suddenly he held out his arm to you and you could see the bloody trail running across his skin. Hesitantly, you took his arm with your hands and took a closer look at the wound. Fortunately, it wasn't too deep.

"You've been training?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly at your question.

"You were the one who suggested it to me," his voice sounded amused, making you shiver in return. A soft smile came to your lips.

"But I also told you to practise on a doll. Not on humans, my emperor." A short giggle escaped your mouth and Commodus looked at you for a long time.

You picked up your bandages and started to carefully clean the wound. His eyes never left your form. His gaze literally devoured you and there was something unreadable in his eyes. It made you nervous. The fact that you were touching his skin didn't make it any better. You felt the muscles under your fingertips and you tried to concentrate as you wrapped the bandage around his arm.

It reminded you of how often you had felt his skin under your fingers. Even when she was younger, you were one of the few who were allowed to be so close to Commodus. You still remember the day, when he was about seventeen years old, when he had inflicted a wound on himself during the fight.

He was so angry about being hit that you had to calm him down somehow. And indeed, he calmed down when you gently placed a hand on his cheek and looked at him with a warm gaze.

"You will become a great emperor, Commodus," you told him then, and that sentence has remained in his mind to this day. You were so gentle with him and gave him the attention he had always needed. He felt something inside him heal.

"If I may make a suggestion to you, my lord, I would suggest you be more careful." Carefully, you let go of his arm. His silence made you uneasy. It was as if you were sitting in a cage with a ravenous tiger and he was simply staring at you. Suddenly Commodus lifted his hand and brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. You sucked in your breath and froze. You weren't expecting a gesture like that.

"I am a ruthless man, (Y/n). Anyone who gives me orders will be executed by me-" You swallowed at his words and the next moment his hand was around your neck, but he didn't squeeze. Commodus simply tilted his head and looked at you, you licked your lips and looked at him in awe.

"But I would let you tell me anything, my little (y/n)." His voice became a whisper and he stroked your slightly parted lips with his thumb.

You could see him getting closer and closer to your face. You could smell his scent. He smelled of myrrh and leather. A mixture you'd never smelled before and you could feel it fogging your mind. His lips were so close to yours. Your heart raced in your chest and suddenly you pulled back slightly, just as his lips almost touched yours.

"I can't... not, my emperor." You tilted your head so that you thought your neck would break. You pressed your lips together. Tears gathered in your eyes and you were afraid of the word he would speak. Would he kill you? Punish you?

He clenched his fists and his jaw tightened, his eyes darted to the side in disappointment and you could hear him exhale heavily.

"Then go!" His voice grew louder and he turned away, you fled the room as quickly as you could. Your heart was still restless.

The next day you went about your servant duties. You filled a jug with wine and Titus instructed you to take it to the room where Commodus and some senators were having a meeting. You have a bad feeling about going into this room and meeting the piercing green eyes. But you had to or Titus would punish you.

You walk uncertainly through the hall. The table where the men were sitting was generously laid and you could hear them chatting, except for Commodus, who was sitting quietly and seemed to be thinking. You carefully began to limit the wine, starting with Commodus, but it seemed as if he didn't realize who was standing next to him and pouring him wine. As you poured the liquid into the goblet for Graccius, one of the senators, Commodus' eyes lifted.

His green irises stared at you for a long time and you felt it clearly. You felt your lips go dry and nervousness grow inside you

As you poured everyone a drink, you wanted to make your way quickly to the kitchen, but you tripped just before the door. The jug fell to the floor and broke. It happened almost as if in slow motion and your eyes widened as you heard Titus approaching.

You hadn't even got up when you were roughly grabbed by the arm. A cry of pain escaped your mouth and you screwed up your face.

"You stupid thing!" he shouted, exposing you to everything.

"You'll pay for this, look at this mess!" He continued to beat you down as you tore yourself away from him to pick up the pieces. Your eyes were burning from the tears that were slowly blurring your vision.

Commodus watched the action, his fists clenched as he saw Titus touch you. Before he could say anything, Titus grabbed your arm again and pulled you out of the hall. What remained was the red puddle on the floor.Quick footsteps paced the palace as Titus pulled you into a larger chamber. Your eyes widened. You knew exactly what was coming and panic spread through you.

The door slammed shut and the next moment you felt a sharp pain in your cheek. He had slapped you in the face. Your heart was pounding against your chest and your cheeks were burning with shame. You didn't hear the quick footsteps outside. What you also didn't realise was that it was Commodus who was looking for you.

By the time Titus had finished with you, it had gone quiet outside. You sat dully in Commodus' chamber. Your whole body shook and tears ran down your cheek. It was the only place where you felt safe right now.

You had already treated your bruises and wounds. They would soon heal. Your lip hurt as you licked over the sore spot. The violet around your eye was clearly visible. You leaned against the bed where you were hiding and tried to calm down.Suddenly the door was pulled open and you automatically cringed as if Titus had just come through the door. But it was Commodus.

He didn't look amused, but suddenly he noticed your huddled figure. His gaze immediately softened.When you noticed him, you jumped up, but he was quicker. With long strides, he was on you in a flash and grabbed you by the shoulders before you could escape. You averted your eyes and hoped he wouldn't see your marks. He frowned when he saw how distraught you were.

"It's me, (Y/n), calm down!" It had been a long time since he said your name out loud. Almost instinctively, you lifted your head and stared at him. When he saw your condition, his gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Did he do this to you?" he growled, running his thumb over your open lip almost too tenderly. You could feel them start to quiver and your eyes became wet.

"It's all right..., I was just presumptuously punished for my mistakes, Caesar." Your voice was so weak and you felt a lump forming in your throat. Commodus' brows furrowed and he looked at you, stunned. His hands brushed the sides of your arms and you hissed as you felt a pang of pain.

The next moment, Commodus yanked your tunic down until it hung just above your chest. His gaze travelled over your trembling form. Your whole body was covered in dark purple spots.

"Punished presumptuously? You call that a presumptuous punishment? The only thing you did was drop a stupid jug of wine and he punishes you like that?" His voice got louder and louder and his eyes got darker and darker.

You were so exhausted that you leaned your face against his palm and closed your eyes. Commodus saw a tear slowly make its way through your eyelashes and down your cheek. You clung to him with one hand as if he was the only support you had.

Then a sob escaped your mouth and you threw yourself into Commodus' arms, burying your face deep in the crook of his neck. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and pressed you tightly against him.He could feel your tears running down his skin and it only made him more frantic. He was seething with rage inside.

"I'm going to punish him. Presumptuous, like he did to you!"You shuddered and wondered what Commodus had in mind. You knew one thing for sure, Titus would not return to the palace alive. He would never return. It would be as if he had never existed.

"You stay here and wait for me." Gently, he pushed you away from him and looked you in the eye. You looked at him almost desperately. But you stayed put and watched him as he walked out of the door with firm steps.It had been a few hours now and Commodus was still not there. You were about to tend to your bruises and your still slightly swollen lip. But somehow your strength failed you and you lay down on the silken bed and closed your eyes briefly.

You were almost asleep when the door suddenly opened and a tall silhouette came towards you. An almost gentle voice called your name and you opened your eyelids. Commodus' face appeared and he bent over you. His eyes scrutinised you.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you anymore." You heard his voice trembling, his heart beating wildly as if he had just been through a fight and his hair was dishevelled. You didn't know what had happened and maybe you didn't even want to know. But suddenly you were overcome with a sense of longing and your mind and body cried out to be protected.

"Commodus..." you breathed and the Casesar's lips parted slightly, as if the sound of his name coming over your lips would throw him completely off balance.In fact, it did. It had been far too long since you called him by his name. He had to admit to himself that he liked the way it sounded when you whispered his name. You straightened up slightly.

"Commodus?" This time it sounded more like a question and his gaze looked at you openly, questioningly.

"Kiss me," you murmured and in a few seconds his gaze changed. But the uncertainty was still deep in his eyes. You didn't give him time to react as you leant forward to press your lips against his.The emperor finally woke up from his stupor and came greedily towards you. He looked like a ravenous animal as he pressed his lips harder against yours and you moaned.

Your hand grabbed the back of his neck and you pulled him towards you on the bed. As good as a dog, he let you pull him along until he was lying between your legs.

You lay there entwined and caressed each other. Desire overcame you both and you clung to his hair and neck, panting as he gently kissed your neck.

"Commodus," you moaned and it made his chest quiver as your name passed your lips so sinfully.

"I love the way you moan my name, my little light," he growled, making you whimper. A few minutes later, your clothes lay strewn across the bed as Commodus' lips greedily sought yours again. His tongue penetrated deep into your mouth, exploring every inch. His taste drove you crazy and you could feel how wet you were by now, just from his kisses.His body felt hot against yours and you thought you were going to burn inside.

You could feel his hardness grazing your thigh. Automatically, you pushed your pelvis towards him, hoping his cock would slide into you. Commodus gasped in amusement when he realised your impatience. But when you suddenly took his hard member in your hand, he groaned and bucked his hips against your hand.

You directed him trembling towards your entrance and Commodus barely gave you time to breathe as he thrust deep inside you. You bit your lips and threw your head back as he stretched you so well. He had to pause for a moment, the feeling of your body was too intoxicating.

He felt himself twitch and his chest rose and fell sharply. Then he started to move. But it was slower than you thought. Almost sensual. As if he simply wanted to savour every second of it.

The pure feeling of bliss overcame you as your bodies became one. Your breaths mingled in a steady beat as his hips pounded against you, and when he suddenly touched your sensitive bud with his fingers, you were over.

"Commodus..., my Caesar!" you moaned and as you prayed, he only penetrated you faster and harder. Your lips opened and suddenly you were overcome by a powerful wave of pleasure and emotion as your bud and pussy were caressed like this.

Your moans echoed through the emperor's room and probably the whole palace heard them.The next moment Commodus growled and thrust his hips hard into you with one last strong thrust to fill you with his hot seed.

Breathing heavily, he leaned his forehead against yours and stared intensely into your eyes. Your bodies were drenched in sweat and the pain of the bruises were as if forgotten.

He looked at you for a long time. There was so much emotion in his eyes and suddenly he leaned down to press his lips to yours. But it was a gentle kiss full of love.

[chrisixx28]

i need more piss kink content with matt please it’s so hot

Rush - M.S.

Sub!Matt x Reader

Warnings: PISS KINK, mommy kink

Word Count: 1.1k

Matt pulled into the driveway and got out of the car quickly, practically running to the front door.

"What's the rush?" you ask him as he fumbles with the keys trying to unlock the door.

"I have to pee," he whines, finally getting the door open, "I'm gonna pee my pants."

"Wait a second," you grab his arm before he can get into the hallway to go to the bathroom.

He turns to look at you with a desperate look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes pleading, "whaaaat? Can't this wait until after I go pee?"

"Actually," you step closer to him, "I don't think you should go to the bathroom."

"What?!" there's panic in his voice.

You kiss his cheek and start leading him down the hallway to your bedroom, "just come with me, baby."

"But I have to peee," he whines, but follows you anyway.

A chuckle escapes your lips as you hear his whining. He follows you into your bedroom where you close the door behind him, leading him over to the bed. 

"What are you doing?" he asks as you sit down on the bed, resting with your back against the headboard.

"Sitting down," your nonchalant answer makes him whine as he stands next to the bed watching you with big eyes, "c'mere," you pat your lap.

"But-" he turns to look at the door before looking back at you.

You grab hold of his forearm once again, silently telling him not to go anywhere, "but what?"

"But I- I have to pee..." he continues to look between you and the door.

"Thought you said you were gonna pee your pants?" you tease.

His eyes go wide, "what?"

"Just come sit with me, baby," he lets you pull him down onto your lap so he's straddling you.

"Can I go to the bathroom please?" he whines.

"No, baby, just stay here," you put a hand on the back of his head, pulling his head forward to rest on your shoulder.

He whines and turns to hide his face in your neck, squirming in your lap. You coo at him and play with his hair, smiling at the way he continues to squirm, clearly unable to sit still.

"S'okay, baby," you whisper in his ear, "I got you."

The only response you get is a particularly loud whimper, making you chuckle. A minute later you feel his hips jerk forward and he lifts his head up to look at you.

"Please?" he has tears in his eyes now.

"Just let go, baby," you whisper.

He nuzzles his nose on your neck, just below your jaw, "can't."

"Yeah, you can. Go ahead, Matt," you move your hand down in between your bodies and rub over his length through his pants.

"Oooh, fuck," he whines, "mmm mommy. Can't... can't hold it."

He grabs your arm and pushes it away from him to get you to stop rubbing him. A second later his face is back in your neck and he's practically sobbing as his hot piss starts to wet the front of his sweatpants.

"That's it, baby," you rub his back.

"Mommy," he cries and the wetness starts to soak into your own pants. 

You kiss the top of his head as his stream finally stops, "such a good boy for me."

"Please," his voice is the epitome of desperation. 

"What, baby? What do you need?"

He squirms in your lap again, "need you."

"Tell me exactly what you want, baby. Use your words, sweetheart," you say gently.

"Wanna be inside you. Please mommy?" he looks up at you with big teary eyes, "please."

After a moment of admiring his beautiful tear stained face, you lean down to give him a gentle kiss, "let's get you out of those wet pants, huh?" He nods in response. "Alright, baby."

The two of you switch positions so he's sitting against the headboard and you're straddling his lap. You pull his shirt over his head and leave a few gentle kisses across his his chest before pulling his pants and boxers off. Matt watches you closely as you take off your own pants and underwear. His head falls back and he whines when you grab his length, stroking him slowly a few times before lifting yourself up over him.

"Ngh mommy," he whines as you sink down onto him. You start bouncing on him and he starts tugging on the hem of your shirt, "mommy, please."

"What, baby?" you run your hands through his hair, continuing to move up and down on him.

He looks up at you pleadingly, "want it off."

You smile at him and pull your shirt up over your head. As soon as your shirt is off, he leans forward and puts his face in between your boobs, reaching up to grab them through your bra.

"Mm, such a good boy," you play with his hair, keeping his face against your chest as you start bouncing faster.

He whines against your skin, his hands moving to your sides, squeezing you tightly like he's afraid you'll disappear. You feel him start to leave gentle kisses on the top of your boobs as one of his hands moves to your back, resting on the clasp of your bra. 

"Go ahead, baby," you gasp, "take it off."

He doesn't hesitate before unclasping your bra, letting it fall off your arms, "mommy," he moans, moving his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. 

You moan as he sucks on your nipple, he looks up at you through his eyelashes and the look on his face makes you want to cum right then. 

"Oh, fuck, baby," you moan, "so good."

He whines at your praise and you can feel him twitch inside of you.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

You watch as Matt's eyes roll back and he nods, "please, mommy. Can I?" He doesn't wait for your response before sucking on your other nipple.

"Go 'head, baby," you gasp, "cum for me."

It's not a minute later before Matt's cumming inside of you, his head falling back against the headboard as he moans your name. The feeling of his hot cum inside you pushes you over the edge. You fall forward against his chest as you reach your climax. 

You stay in that position for a minute, panting against his neck before lifting yourself up off of him. Matt's still leaning back against the headboard with his eyes closed, his breathing labored. 

"Such a good boy. Did so good for me," you praise him, kissing his face.

He opens his eyes to look up at you, his eyes still glossy. He grabs your face and pulls you down into a kiss. "I love you," he says gently as he pulls back from the kiss.

"I love you too, sweet boy."

[yanderecrazysie]

Explosive (Yandere Bakugou)

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Title: Explosive

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, lots of swearing, NSFW, NON-CON, rough treatment of reader, chubby reader, villain reader, spoiler of Bakugou’s hero name, a little angst maybe?

Description: You’re a villain with an annoyingly familiar quirk- why would he fall for someone like you?

“On my way,” Bakugou confirmed to the digital hero support system as it pulled up the address of a nearby gas station. A simple robbery, sure, but there had been a lot of those lately. A lot.

He’d been hoping to take down the trio that was robbing all these places under the cover of night on his own, but so far this was the first time he got lucky enough to deal with them. The news hadn’t given them a name- at least, not yet. It was only a matter of time before these criminals got their fame.

Unless Bakugou could stop them first.

BANG

Bakugou’s foot slammed open the door to the store and he quickly took in the scene: a frightened shopkeeper with his hands up, two men in all black… wait, only two?

He felt a pressure on his head and, after a few confused seconds, realized that the third robber was doing a one-handed headstand on top of his own head! “Get off me you fucking rat!”

You giggled, cartwheeling in the air and landing, cat-like, on your feet. You stared at him with interest. “Oooh, Dynamight's here! Aren’t we lucky, boys?”

Bakugou’s face contorted with anger as the two men chuckled, apparently unconcerned with his arrival. He turned back to you and lifted up one hand, a manic grin on his face as he yelled, “DIE!”

You simply ducked and the explosion shot over your head, hitting a rack of CDs and obliterating them. You giggled again, “Oh come on, that was my favorite band!”

Before he could react, you held up your own hand and, to his horror, an explosion shot out. Taken by surprise, he received the full blast to his chest. Thankfully, it was barely enough to make him stumble.

You pouted and looked at your hand curiously, “I’m not experienced enough with this quirk yet…” then, you smiled, “But I bet I can cause chaos with it anyways!”

A copy quirk? Bakugou groaned internally. That Monoma guy was always so annoying, and now he had to deal with his long lost sister or whatever. 

Your sweet voice cried out, “Let’s dance, Dynamight!” Explosions came from your hand as you spun around, catching some things on fire and making others explode. Chaos was an understatement- you were going to end up killing all five of the people inside if he didn’t stop you.

The other two robbers seemed content to stay out of your way, filling up their bags with lots of money. You, on the other hand, sent shelves flying, continuing to twirl around.

“Get serious, you lunatic!” Bakugou roared, lunging at you.

You sidestepped him, the flames in the store only illuminating your wild grin, “Serious? But where’s the fun in that?”

You hopped onto the counter like it was a stage and you were the star, “Besides, it’s hard to take a predictable person seriously.”

“Predictable?!” Bakugou snarled, aiming his next blast at the floor below the counter. The force made you tumble off and land on your back amidst the rubble. For a moment, you laid there, stunned, staring up at the ceiling lights. But then you laughed- a high, melodic sound that surprised Bakugou.

“You got me!” you said, slowly standing up, “But that’s not enough to stop me!”

“Keep spouting that bullshit and I’ll rip your lips off,” Bakugou snapped. He couldn’t let you get the upper hand again, not when your chaotic use of his quirk was putting everyone in danger.

You brushed off your black clothes that fit loosely on your chubby form and smiled at Bakugou, “I think I like you, Dynamite, you’re just my type!”

Bakugou froze, caught off-guard. Then, he snarled, “What the hell are you talking about, psycho bitch?”

You sautered towards him, “Oh, don’t be shy, it’s cute!”

Before you could get too close, Bakugou unleashed a quick series of small explosions. You tried to dart backwards, but he was on you in an instant, twisting your arm behind your back, “Enough of your bullshit. You’re done.”

“Wow,” you gasped, more surprised than in pain, “You’re stronger than I thought.” Then, you giggled breathlessly, “I think I like you even more.”

“Shut up, you freak!”

The two other robbers finally made a break for it, their bags filled to the brim. Bakugou whipped his head around and, taking advantage of the distraction, you twisted in his grip with surprising ease. You gave him a wink and blew him a kiss, running after the robbers while shouting behind you, “Don’t worry, Dynamight, I’ll see you again!”

Bakugou launched a blast at your retreating form but you dodged with a laugh, disappearing around the corner with your accomplices.

Bakugou stood in the wrecked store, seething. Your infuriating grin, your playfulness, the way you’d looked at him… he felt something alongside the anger pulsing through him. He shook his head and muttered, “Stupid villain,” before storming out of the store.

A nagging voice in the back of his mind told him this wasn’t the last he’d see of you. And deep down, he wasn’t sure he wanted it to be.

—---------------------------------------------

“Judging by the fact that the suspects took off on foot, I’d say they live in this area. All the robberies took place not too far from this triangle,” the tech had informed Bakugou, “Now, do you need backup?”

“No,” Bakugou had said, voice tight.

Now, as he approached the tent set up in the homeless camp that someone had indicated belonged to “a pretty girl”, he knew why he didn’t want backup. It was because he wanted something mixed with revenge. 

He wanted to hurt you like he hurt. He wanted to feel your heart burst with emotions whenever you saw his face, like his always did.

Bakugou was not okay, practically hyperventilating as he pulled open the curtain of what was hopefully your tent. Sure enough, there you were, except you were completely naked- how were you so sure of your privacy in a camp full of men?

He wanted to teach you a lesson.

The gloves he had decided to wear were a great help in silencing you with one hand and twisting your wrists behind your back. He made extra care to make sure your skin didn’t touch his. He let go of your mouth and handcuffed you.

“I’ve always wondered if jail would be better than this tent,” you said cheerfully. Bakugou hated that cheerfulness. He was going to crush that out of you.

You tried to kick him in the crotch, but he caught your leg in between his own, before allowing himself to grind on your leg a little, letting you feel the bulge you had created.

“Feel that? Feel what you do to me?” he groaned.

You looked up at him in sheer horror and disgust, pulling your leg away quickly. Bakugou grabbed it with one hand and began to undo his zipper with his other.

You let out a scream, but no one came running. Bakugou pulled his cock out of his underwear and hissed. It was hard, long, and girthy with a red, angry tip. He felt near-pained as he pushed it inside, seeing as you were not wet in the slightest.

You could have used his explosions against him now that you were skin-on-skin, but poor little you were crying your eyes out. You couldn’t control yourself, shaking in terror and writhing in pain as he entered you inch by inch, so how could you hope to control your quirk?

Bakugou began to thrust roughly, “Fucking bitch, you said you liked me, but that was just a lie, huh?”

There was something off about his voice. It was almost as if he wanted you to tell him he was wrong. To tell him that you did like him.

No reassurances came as you helplessly cried. Bakugou began to feel a little bad, but that just made him angrier, “This is what criminals get!”

He slowed down, unable to finish when you were crying so hard. The guilt was eating him up inside and that was a bit of a turn-off.

He wrapped you up in a nearby blanket and picked you up like a firefighter would. You sniffled, probably thinking he was taking you to jail. You probably thought that would be better than being with him.

Too bad that wasn’t your destination.

[baizhoobies]

Good Morning! “Waking up with…” gn!Headcanons

Request: Hey!!! How are you? Can I request morning headcanons with Sigma, Bram, Kunikida and Fyodor? Can be suggestive if you want. Thank you have a good day!

A/N: Hiya! thank you for the request :3 I am doing okay thank you for asking! Also one last thank you to those in the requests queue who are waiting! I love and appreciate you

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, mostly fluff and sweet domesticity, 18+

Including: Sigma, Bram, Kunikida and Fyodor

Sigma

- Okay to start off with, lets say you both live in the casino together, he has one of those fancy VIP looking rooms

- your bed is ridiculously comfy, as the manager/owner, he has to have a good nights rest (plus working in the DOA the man needs some good fucking sleep)

- Sigma is enamoured with you, he wants nothing more than to be with you and to express his love for you, so he will make sure you are at your most comfort, with your preferred duvet covers, pillows, the works

- He looks like a sleeping beauty whilst he sleeps, so if you are the first to wake up and look at him… if you weren’t madly in love with him, you are now

- clingyyyyyyy

- super clingy, the man doesn’t know what home is but he knows he is at home with you. Keeping that in mind, he will probably prefer to be the big spoon, holding you tightly like some sort of teddy bear

- If he is the first person to wake up whilst he is the big spoon, he will probably try to wake you up with kisses on your neck and shoulders

- though I won’t lie, if you roll over in your sleep to become the big spoon, he will love that just as much

- knowing that you love him and wish to embrace him is enough to make his heart flutter and feel even more at home with you

- he loves the way you smell, your soft breaths and the way your skin feels against his own; soft and warm

- probably keeps a pillow or something and sprays it with your perfume so if you are away for any reason, he can sleep a lot better whilst thinking of you

- I can’t see him being the most active person in the morning, he will definitely want an extra 10 minutes. Even if you want to get out of bed, he just wants to cuddle and how can you refuse his puppy dog eyes?

- Probably doesn’t engage in anything sexual though, at least not in your sleep unless you talk about it prior. Though in saying that, if you have breasts, he will hold onto them like some sort of stress toy, or out of comfort

- I am picturing him doing this, half awake but the moment he hears your moans in your sleep, he’s only going to keep doing it until you are awake 🤭

Bram

- oooh boy, okay I am going to take liberty and allow Bram to have all of his limbs, maybe this scenario is before the events of BSD?

- If you are both vampires, its natural that neither of you will be awake in the morning as ya’ll sleep all day. So I am going to assume your mornings are actually in the evening after sunset

- Not that either of you are allergic to the sun (as seen in the anime/manga) but its a vampires natural sleeping pattern to sleep during the day, and I assume he did when he was living in his estate in Europe.

- He will most likely wake up out of hunger than anything else. You guys could sleep for centuries if you wanted, so the only reason to wake up is to feed, and perhaps spend time with you

- I am gunna say that ya’ll rest in a double sized coffin (yes, they exist) you are his partner after all and wishes to hold you close

- probably will have anxiety if you were in another coffin

- he’s a gentleman, if he wakes up first he will pull you closer and purposefully rest your head on his chest. In one manga panel its seen that he has claws? Or long nails? Will draw circles into your back/shoulders, humming contently as he does so

- if you guys are spooning, he will kiss your spine and your shoulders, but he will only really do this if he is in the mood… might even sneak a hand around and have a cheeky little touch~

- if you aren’t a vampire, he will probably follow your sleeping patterns. Ain’t no way is he going to wake up whilst you go to bed, nuh uh.

- nothing much would be different except Bram being a little dramatic in the mornings

- Like he will say some shit like “human, you have disturbed my slumber, why must your weak bodies-” promptly tell him to shut up and give him a kiss, he will soon shut up

- he will convince you to sleep longer, or at least lay there with him so he can sleep some more

- promise to make out with him, or wake him up if ygm, this may convince him to wake up and indulge 🫡

Kunikida

- So this man ensures that he gets 7 hours of sleep every night; its essential for him to feel refreshed and ready for when he wakes up in the morning. He the type of guy who will wake up immediately at the sound of his alarm, get out of bed, shower etc.. all according to his notebook

- HOWEVER

- Ever since you moved in, he's found himself becoming.. sloppy with his schedules

- Kunikida doesn't strike me as the guy to enforce his schedule onto his s/o, the word 'no' is a foreign word to him when it comes to you

- So lets say his alarm goes off in the morning, he goes to turn it off and get out of bed, but oh no! Your legs are intertwined, your head on his chest and your arms snaked around his waist.

- Despite his best efforts to convince himself to get immediately ready for the day, he will let out one huge sigh and set the alarm to snooze...and then snooze again, and again.

- Kunikida's biggest weakness is cuddles, especially whilst you are sleeping so adorably

- He might curse himself for breaking his schedule but, you certainly are worth it

- He may even incorporate snuggle time into his schedule just to say that he is following his ideals to feel better about himself

- LOVES to watch you sleep, I know bro is romantical (but will never admit it) he will just stare at your features, it doesn’t matter if you snore or have your hair all a mess, or whatever, he just is so in love with you.

- He takes this time to reflect on your relationship together, he probably practices ‘gratitude affirmations’ and you are certainly one of them

- Not the type of person to fulfil his desires in your sleep, he'd rather wait till you're awake before initiating anything, HOWEVER, if you are the first to awake, he certainly isn't going to complain waking up to you under the covers, iygm 😏

- Note in diary: woke up to sloppy toppy at 7am

- Expect breakfast in bed at the weekends, those are the days he has more time in the mornings and will make the extra effort in pampering you. You like coffee? Well the man owns one of those fancy coffee machines, Idc what anyone says, he does.

- Kisses with the taste of coffee on his lips >

Fyodor

- This was hard but I like a challenge (plus the recent episode got me quaking)

- Fyodor does not sleep a lot, over working himself on his plots and schemes, 100% will need convincing to join you in bed

- He would wake up first, no matter what. You would never catch him sleeping, like ever

- even if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, the man just senses when you are awake (he is probably a very light sleeper)

- its most likely to do with the fact that when you are sleeping, its quite a vulnerable state and although he is comfortable with you, he struggles to turn that side of him off

- As he wakes up before you, it gives him a chance to watch you resting peacefully, he leans over you and just takes in the view

- He will gently brush the hair from your face and just… he just thinks you are precious and wants nothing more than to just take a moment and reflect on it

- If its coming close to having to get up for whatever reason, he will stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, most likely calling you Russian pet names and shit

- Although he is the first awake, he won’t get out of bed until you are ready

- I can’t see him being a person who’d want to cuddle in bed really, going to sleep or waking up. He is a little touch starved but in the sense that he doesn’t quite know how to be physically affectionate

- though catch him on a day where he is particularly sleepy, then he will be more likely to let his guard down and cuddle (he can’t keep up this criminal master mind shit 24/7)

- I don’t think he’d be super relentlessly horny in the mornings, but if he is for whatever reason, he would (like the whispering you awake HCs) he would probably give you a few sleepy neck kisses, caressing your body with his nimble fingers and enjoys watching you squirm and whimper yourself awake.

[fandom-go-round]

Oooh~ I've got an FGO ask for you for Shuten Doujin and Minamoto no Raikou (separate) how about having your first time with her as a Male S/O?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Implied Dom/Sub Undertones, Oral Sex, Mild Asphyxiation Kink, Humiliation Kink, Using Reader Like Sex Toy, Berserker Tendencies, Mommy Kink, Cream Pie, Implied Pregnancy Kink, Strength Kink

Shuten Doujin:

She thinks it’s cute that you’re nervous. It’s not your first-time having sex but it’s your first time with her and you want to make sure it’s good for both of you. Shuten will tease you as much as you let her, giggling and running her hands over your chest. There’s no way you’re going to be running the show so give those thoughts up at the beginning.

Shuten is willing to suck you off first but be warned. She’s going to tease you right to the edge over and over, not letting you cum even if you beg. You taste sweetest when you’re hard and desperate against her tongue. Every time you whine, she giggles, eyes almost glowing between your legs. It’s a sweet kind of torture and hopefully you’re strong enough to stand it.

If you beg enough, she’ll let you get on top, sliding into her once you’ve eaten her out. She’s content to keep you between her legs, one hand tangled in your hair and pushing you against her so it’s hard to breathe. After your face is covered in her, she’ll let you finally push your cock into her. It feels so good you almost cum right there but stay strong; she will mock you if you cum after immediately pushing into her.

Shuten wants the sex to be hard and fast; she’s not delicate and doesn’t want you to treat her that way. She’s not very loud in bed but does let out these breathless groans that make you move faster. If your legs or knees start to hurt don’t worry, she flips you easily to take over. She’s stronger than you in every way and likes to tease that you’re her favorite toy to use. There’s no way you’re done after just one round so make sure to have lots of energy; Shuten will take care of you after but it’s going to be a while.

Minamoto no Raikou:

Raikou wants to come off mature and sexy; she’s finally gotten you into her bed and she wants everything to go perfectly. The truth is that it’s hard for her to focus, in part because of the Berserker in her but also because it’s been a while since she’s done this. It helps if you’re kind but firm; giving her everything she wants might drive her wild.

She loves it when you suck on her chest. Her breasts aren’t the most sensitive but if you’re enthusiastic, she gets into it. She knows people love her chest and she’ll use that get you into bed. Raikou doesn’t want to be teased about it in public but behind closed doors you can play with her chest as much as you like. She isn’t willing to titty fuck your cock just yet but can be convinced next time.

She will inadvertently call herself mommy in the bedroom. Raikou doesn’t think about it, too lost in you sucking on her clit but if you lean into it, she loves it. Ask her if you’ve been a good boy and if mommy is happy and she whimpers, almost cumming right there and then. If you’re not into it, that’s alright too. Just let it slide and she moves into other kinds of dirty talk.

Raikou is going to fuck you into the ground. Or at least try. What you think is going to be gentle riding is more a mounting press. It feels great to have her bouncing on top of you, tits hanging in your face. She’s so much stronger than you and having her take what she wants is so fucking hot. She wants you to cum inside of her and doesn’t give you much of a choice; she isn’t going to stop until she’s dripping.

[queer-irritator]

Impure Thoughts (Arthur Morgan x Fem! Reader)

Prompt: It’s a boiling hot day and the reader wears next to nothing.

Content warnings: Adult language, smut

Takes place in Clemen’s Point. Fem reader physique, neutral pronouns. Continuation of Bloody Knuckles, but not necessary to read it first.

Despite how cold the nights can get on the lake, the days can be brutally hot. Unfortunately today was boiling hot, and sticky from humidity. Days like this make you want to do nothing all day. Not to mention, the clothing options in stores all had far too much fabric. That’s why you’ve taken to making some undergarments of your own. You took an older pair of drawers and cut off about ¾ of the pant leg. You were currently finishing up hemming the bloomers, keeping the signature ruffles on the edge. You also added another layer of lining to make your new shorts more opaque. You cut off any loose threads, closed your tent flaps and tried them on. You sure weren’t used to seeing so much of your thighs exposed… but, then everyone else around camp walked around in their underwear. This was just shorter. You took a deep breath and assured yourself it would be fine. The camp was like family, no one would care what you wore. You exited your tent and tied up the flaps. 

“Oooh, you got some short shorts there, (y/n)!” Tilly was the first to see your new garment.

You turned around to face her, “I know… but it's just so damn hot. Does it look bad?” You asked her. 

“No, not at all! I just think you might have some of the boy’s eyes on ya.” Tilly let out a giggle. 

You blushed lightly. There was only one person here you’d want to look at you in that manner. You shifted your stance awkwardly, “You think so? I think of most of them like family.” 

“Yeah,” Tilly agreed with you, “But men will be men… especially the ones that haven’t seen that much skin in years.” 

You chuckled a little, “I’ll just give ‘em a good slap across the face.” 

Tilly laughed with you, “There you go!” She headed off to work on some laundry. 

You glanced around to see who was in camp at the moment. You started to feel a little self-conscious. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself of the countless times you’ve seen the men walk around without a shirt when it gets this hot out. You tugged on your sleeveless chemise slightly. You were just going to go about your normal routine, which started with filling wash basins. You bent down to pick up an empty bucket and felt the back of your shorts ride up slightly, exposing the bottom of your ass cheeks slightly. Standing up straight again helped the cloth cover yourself again. This is something you’ll have to get used to. 

You made your way across camp, carrying the empty pail. You definitely felt more eyes on you than normal. As you passed Dutch’s tent you saw him do a double take at you out of the corner of your eye. 

“Excuse me, (y/n), but are you TRYING to give the men in this camp a heart attack?” Dutch’s voice boomed throughout the camp. 

You stopped and turned toward him, “If the men can’t control their own thoughts then that’s their fault. It’s hotter than hell out here, Dutch. You don’t say anything when Charles or Sean parade around without a shirt.” You protested his sexism. 

Dutch sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I do not have time to argue with you right now.” 

“Well, I do.” You stated, placing the pail down and crossing your arms.

Dutch was searching his brain as to why he had agreed to take you in, “Just… ONLY on hot days, understood?” He gave in, having too much on his mind to stand and argue.

“Yes, sir.” You said, laced with as much sarcasm as you could muster. You picked up your pail and headed to the lake to fill it up. 

Arthur was listening to Charles tell him about a lead on a stagecoach carrying a lot of money when he spotted you on the shore of the lake, bent over and filling up a pail. He could see the distinction between your upper thighs and the roundness of your ass. He shifted his feet as he could feel blood starting to head south. 

“Arthur? Are you listening to me?” Charles snapped Arthut out of his filthy thoughts.

“Yes, I am! Go on…” He lied.

Charles turned his head to see you walking back towards camp, immediately noticing your new bottoms. Seeing the full bucket in your hand, he could imagine exactly what was holding Arthur’s attention.

“Unbelievable…” He looked back to Arthur and shook his head slightly, “Come talk to me when you're done thinking with your pisser.” Charles said as he walked away. 

“I- I wasn’t thinking with my- !” Arthur turned to call at Charles but he was out of earshot by now. He let out a sigh. Why the hell were you walking around like that? God only knows what the other men were thinking about when they saw you. He walked over to Pearson’s wagon where you were emptying the pail of water into a wash basin. 

You heard his footsteps approaching you and you turned your head to greet him, “Hey Arthur.”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Arthur’ me… what the hell are you wearing?” He questioned you. You bent down to place the now empty pail on the floor, “Somethin’ I made because it’s so damn hot.” You replied to him.

He clenched his jaw as he felt his cock jump in his pants. Getting to see you bent over up close was nothing compared to earlier. 

“You can’t just walk around like that.” Arthur told you as he ran a hand down his face.

“And why not?” You turned to look at him, getting fed up with all the men telling you what to do. 

“‘Cause… the men ‘round here are gonna get… impure thoughts.” Arthur lowered his voice for the last part of his sentence. 

You sighed and had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, “Frankly, Arthur, I don’t give a shit.” 

“Well…” He was trying to think of a way to convince you to cover up without outing his jealousy. “Ya just need to cover up…” He spit out, “I’ll find ya something.” He put a hand on your upper back and led you to his tent and let down the covers for privacy the second you both were inside. 

You sighed and leaned on his cot, arms crossed across your chest in defiance. You looked around his space, it had a lot more space than your tent. His wasn’t even a tent, it was a tarp over the overhang of his wagon. He had a flower, a carton of cigarettes, and a photo on a crate near his bed. 

“Here.” Arthur handed you a pair of pants he’d been digging in a chest of clothes to find. 

You took the pants and immediately set them down on his cot next to you, “I’m not gonna change, Arthur. It’s too hot.” 

You met his gaze as he sighed and noticed a flush over his cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his face and chest. He even had a few more buttons of his shirt undone today. Your eyes continued down his body until you noticed an unusually large bulge in his pants. It made sense now as to why he was so desperate to get you to cover yourself.

“Arthur?” You called to the flustered man, looking strictly at your face. 

“Yeah?” His throat sounded a little dry.

“Are you the man in camp having “impure” thoughts about me?” You decided to tease him.

“No, I’m just trying to look out for you is all.” He deflected, now avoiding looking at you entirely. 

You pushed yourself off his cot and took a few steps closer to him. You placed a hand on the side of his face gently and turned his heat to meet your eyes once again. 

“That’s too bad. Because you’d be the only person I’d want to be havin’ those thoughts ‘bout me.” You rubbed your thumb against his cheek softly. 

“...Really?” He took a moment to respond to you, unsure if what he had just heard was correct. 

You nodded at him, “Mhm… You gonna kiss me, Arthur Morgan, or do I have to?” You teased him. 

Arthur placed his hands on your waist and closed the space in between you and gently kissed you. 

You closed your eyes and sighed happily into the kiss, you moved your hand to the back of his neck and deepened the kiss and parted your mouth slightly.

Arthur slid his tongue into your mouth and tugged your body closer until it was flush with his. You could feel the pressure of his clothed erection against you which caused your face to flush. You reluctantly broke the kiss and instructed Arthur to sit on his cot. He obeyed and sat so that his back was resting against the wagon. You climbed on top of his lap, legs on either side of him and kissed him again, your hands on either side of his face. Arthur’s hands found their way to your ass and he began to knead your flesh. 

This caused you to moan into his mouth and grind your hips down on to his strained erection. Arthur’s grip on your ass tightened and he began to plant kisses down your neck. You moved your hands down and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and explored his torso with your hands. 

One of Arthur’s hands left your ass and slipped in the front of your shorts and found your clit with ease. 

You gasped at the feeling of his hand in your pants, it was like all your fantasies were coming true in this single moment. You fumbled with the buckle to his gun holster and then groaned in annoyance when you found he had another belt buckle to get through. 

“Too many fucking buckles.” You whispered, more to yourself than to Arthur, but it earned you a chuckle from the beautiful man beneath you. You worked on his belt buckle while Arthur’s fingers began to rub you in lazy circles. 

You leaned your forehead on his shoulder and moaned softly at the sensation. You wanted to make him feel just as good, so you got his belt off and ripped open his pants and shoved your hand down them and found his cock. He was definitely gifted, just the right length and the most girth you’ve ever felt. He let out a groan of pleasure, he spread around the wetness you were producing and easily slid two fingers inside you. It was like a competition of who could make the other person feel the best. 

You moaned, louder than you mean to, when you felt his fingers inside you. You began to kiss him sloppily, and open-mouthed as you grinded down on his digits. You also began to stroke his length, earning a muffled moan from Arthur. 

You broke the kiss and straightened your back, causing Arthur’s fingers to hit your g-spot. You moaned and started to move your hips faster, speeding up your strokes as well. 

“Yes, please, Arthur, right there!” You could feel yourself getting closer to your release. You started to apply more pressure to the head of Arthur’s cock on each stroke. You could feel his body start to tense up. 

“Gonna make me cum with all your dirty talkin’” Arthur grunted.

“Can’t help it. You feel so good.” You blubbered, starting to feel incoherent from all the pleasure.

Arthur used his thumb to rub your clit at the same time. You used your free hand to clasp onto his shoulder as your orgasm peaked and washed over you. 

“Holy shit.” You moaned as you rode yourself through the pleasure. 

You unknowingly had tightening your grip on Arthur’s member and he began to thrust his hips up in time with your strokes. Arthur moved both his hands to a death grip onto your waist as he moaned with his own climax. 

“So fuckin’ good, darlin’.” He praised you as he used one hand to move some hair that was sticking to your face with sweat. His cum had splattered onto his own naked torso and onto your white chemise. 

You sighed in contentment and leaned all your weight against Arthur, feeling exhausted. 

Arthur stroked your head and mumbled all sorts of nonsense at you. 

“Don’t know how long I’ve been wanting that… Better than I could have imagined too.” He kissed your head.

His words made you smile, “Well, now I’m yours so we can do it whenever you want.” You told him, your subtle way of confessing your feelings. 

“Sounds perfect.” He switched from stroking your hair to rubbing your back, “But I’m the only one who gets to see you in these, okay?” He said, a hand resting on your ass. You blushed and nodded, “Alright.” You assured him as you straightened up and slid off his lap. 

“Give me the goddamn pants.” You finally gave in. 

Arthur gave you a smile as he gave you the pants that were next to him and you slid them on. 

“Looks like you need a shirt too.” He observed, a stripe of cum was already drying on your shirt. 

“Mmh, everyone’s definitely gonna know something’s up when I come out in your clothes.” You took off your shirt and grabbed one of Arthur’s button ups and put it on. 

Arthur shrugged slightly, “Pretty sure the whole damn town knew I was sweet on ya.” He cleaned up himself and buttoned his shirt and pants, followed by his belt and gun holster. 

You smiled at him, “I could say the same thing.” You said, giving him a kiss.

[trashboatprince]

A Frankensteinian gentleman and hubristic sciencer creating a creature but upon its fateful awakening finding they are not quite as expected?

Wanna know something funny? I was just reading a Frankenstein-based one-shot yesterday morning. Containing content that would get this blog into a lot of trouble, but that's fine. :)

Warning: unethical experiments, please imagine Crowley with his Scottish accent while reading this

On with the fic!

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"It WILL work this time, I just know it!" Dr. Crowley grinned, looking under the sheet. "My calculations are much more accurate this time."

"Did you remember to carry the three this time, dear boy?" Doctor (if you could really call him that) McFell sniffed, turning the page of his book, a bored expression on his face.

Crowley glowered at McFell and stood up straight. "Do not be doubting me, McFell! I actually finished school!" He saw the nasty glare he was getting, yet pushed on anyway. "Unlike you."

"I am still more accomplished than you. I am not the one that decided that to solve the crop death problem was to implant seeds into the rodent population in order to-"

"Blahblahblahblah! That was... an attempt!" Crowley waved his hand about. "But this time, oooh, this time, we shall get everything up and runnin', McFell!"

With a sigh, McFell set aside his book, but kept his glasses on his face as he approached the table, throwing back the sheet to look at the rather creepy sight underneath. Using only the freshest of corpses, and with a lot of plant matter, liquids, and detailed work (along with a long night spent carefully infusing a whole hell of a lot of cloroplaste into a reconstructed blood system), Crowley's latest attempt at solving Scotland's recent poor growing season was ready to come to life!

It had been a very long discussion of whole the hell this could even work between him and McFell, considering that it wasn't exactly natural, but at this point, desperate times called for desperate measures.

That, and when you drink your weight in wine and somehow draw up anatomically and botanically accurate models of a plant man that can release healthy seeds into soil... well...

You kinda have to go with your gut and at least attempt to make this stupid idea a reality.

"Are you sure tonight is the night?" McFell asked.

"Very sure!" Crowley said as he made sure the metal in certain parts of the monster were sturdy, ready for the bursts of power they were about to receive. "At least 96% sure!"

"Only 96%?"

Crowley paused and looked away. "Yeah, let's go with that. Alright! No time like the present!" And he bonded off to the switch that allowed for their lab's roof to open. He flipped the next switch, the table started to rise, and out into the storm it went.

"If this works, I owe you a bottle of something drinkable." McFell said from where he stood.

"And I you if it doesn't!" Crowley grinned and stared at the storm, watching as lightning danced across the sky. He let out a whoop when a bolt struck the metal rods around the opening and there was a bright glow from the table.

McFell watched in wonder and Crowley felt so smug. He turned when there was a horrible screeching sound from the metal slap and before he could lower it, something rolled off and fell thirty feet to the ground.

With a very, very loud, wet splat.

McFell and Crowley looked at the greenish mess all over their stone floor and Crowley sighed. "Well, it was alive, so we know it works."

"Yes." McFell nodded, frowning as he looked at the goop on his shoes. "Though we should probably install some safety guards around the table the next time this happens."

"Nn... y-yeah, good point. Well, we both won and lost, wanna get sauced?"

"Yes please, after a quick change, I'm covered in..."

"Yeah. Me too. Uhg."

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Probably not a spooky fic, but there was something so funny about having Crowley and Aziraphale similar to how they were in 1827 to me cause, ya know, grave robbing for science!

Also, I can't get over Dr. McFell, great name.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Burn For Me - Chapter 1b

*Warning: Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

I turned the corner and saw the back of Caleb's dark brown hair... he was standing next to uncle Jim's taller form who turned around to face me.

"Conner, finally," he greeted me happily holding his arms out to me. Smiling I rushed my pace and hugged him.

"Uncle Jim, I haven't seen you in... like forever," I said, into his chest and he laughed giving me one final squeeze.

"I know and I'm sorry but I got to keep the peace over in my country but I would see you more often if I could. Alright step back let me get a good look at you," he said pushing me back at arm's length.

"Well you certainly grown in these short years. I think you're almost taller than Caleb," he teased winking at me.

There was a grunt behind him.

"I'll have you know that he is two inches shorter than me," Caleb said poking his chest with his thumb.

"Oooh, that's such a drastic difference Caleb and your what five six?" Jim mocked.

Caleb gritted his teeth as he glared at Uncle Jim.

"Five ten," he corrected him.

I ducked my head down to stop the giggling that was building up at the two of them.

They always went at each other like this every time they were together.

Avery would just tell me to sit back and enjoy the show. It was pretty entertaining to watch them bicker back and forth.

"Okay, Avery said he is waiting for us at the pack house so let's go," Caleb said pulling me way from Uncle Jim and wrapping and arm around my shoulders.  

It was a rare sunny day today as we walked towards the car... Jim and Caleb were speaking in low tones, probably about what happened in the meeting so I continued on ignoring their conversation... or well trying to.

"They don't know what they should do..." Jim said in hushed tones.

"Well how long has this been going on? I'm just hearing about it today," Dad whispered back.

"A few months now, I think it's cruel for them to do something like this, it's inhuman."

"Yes but it seems safer at the moment, you heard what they said. People could be seriously harmed like they have in the past. I think we should see how this goes before we step in," dad answered.

"No you saw them all, they have all made up their stubborn minds, I don't think there's anything we can do for this one," Jim said.

"Shame, I wish I could take it away," Caleb signed deeply.

I was frowning as I walked in front of them.

What are they talking about?

It sounded serious from the snippet of their conversation I picked up.

Shrugging I turned to face Jim.

"So Uncle Jim how are Liam and Aiden?" I asked making light of the sudden thick tense atmosphere.

Uncle Jim's hazel eyes shifted to me.

"Their doing really great, they have welcomed little Elizabeth into the family," he said with a gentle smile.

I couldn't help but smile myself.

"Really that's so cool." I said.

"Dang they adopted another one? What is this their third kid now?" Caleb asked pulling out his car keys and unlocked the car behind me before throwing them to me.

"Yep, two boys and one girl, Carson and Taylor protect that little girl like their lives depend on it."

"Let's finish this up at the house, dinner should be finished and I'm freaking starving, so let's go," Caleb rushed to the passenger side and stuck his tongue out at Uncle Jim who scowled at him.

"Really Caleb, how old are you five? Conner's more mature that you," he mumbled sliding in the back seat.

"Will you quit comparing me to my son, Jim," dad pouted.

"Well I wouldn't be if it wasn't true. You could learn a thing or two... or more."

I bit my bottom lip to keep the laughter at bay as I got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The drive was full of arguing and snapped answers, the two continually at each other's throats.

I was beyond relieved when I pulled up to the pack house.

I yanked the keys from the ignition and quickly got out the car, rushing towards the door to escape the madness that is Uncle Jim and Caleb.

As I was about the open the door it swung open causing me to slam into someone.

I yelped at the force of the impact.

Hands quickly gripped my arms preventing me for falling backwards.

"Sorry," I said looking up at who caught me; short messy dark brown hair sweeping into the contrast of his electric blue eyes, Asher.

"What's the rush, America?" he asked smiling down at me with his usual perfect white smile, his accent was clear and soothing. I

struggled to keep from rolling my eyes at the nickname he 'graciously' gave me, note the sarcasm.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking."

Asher Millen, he was the Beta's son so we were acquainted, he seemed to be the only one who went out of his way to actually talk to me unlike everyone else who ignored me.

I would say Asher and I were friends but we exchanged words on occasions.

He referred to me as America as annoying as it was I had never corrected him from doing so.

I guess him giving me a nickname gave me a small sense of belonging since I moved here.

Asher was one of those guys that people flocked to, he was nice and kind hearted, caring with a sense of humor.

'The perfect guy'

Not to mention he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.

Piercing blue eyes, dark brown almost black hair cut short, generous mouth, straight nose and a strong jaw.

He was considerably taller than me standing at 6"1. 

"Are you alright?" he asked genuine concern in his eyes as I met them again.

I nodded.

"I'm fine," I answered stepping back from his gripping hands.

"Thank you, Asher," and with that I walked past him into the house or should I say mansion.

Avery was coming down the stairs at the same moment I walked in.

"If you're here... Is Caleb and Jim here also?"

I met him half way and gave him a warm hug.

"Yeah, they're outside, by the car."

He sighed.

"Probably arguing."

I smiled and nodded.

"The whole way here."

His brown gaze met mine and he place his large warm hand on my head messing my hair up.

"I'll try and handle it. You can and wash up. We're having dinner in about an hour."

I inclined my head and headed up the stairs.

The hallway had a few people hanging out and talking others running from across rooms.

The rooming was organized just like at Alpha Liam and Aiden', the teen and young adults were on one side of the house and the adults were on the other.

As I walked down the hall I ignored the stares and whispers.

Why is it that when people deliberately ignore someone, forcible ostracizing that person they label them as a loner, a loser or an outcast?

It's not like you can just go up to a group of people and try to make friends when you know they didn't like you from the start.

But I have to hand it to them they were all good actors around my dad's when I'm there.

I doubt it was the fact that I was gay but the fact that I was the reason for Caleb almost being killed by hunters a few years back.

It was very well know that my cousin and uncle had hunters come after us.

So everyone blamed me for what had happened and no one forgave me for bringing that kind of danger to their Alpha's, right when they just got Avery back.

I closed the door behind me and let my shoulders sag as I gave a deep sigh and slide down the door, tilting my head back staring up at the ceiling.

How long will I be able to take this?

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Best and Worst - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett Locke

Finn is back and I open the door as soon as he knocks and he comes in smiling.

"Hey, Darling."

"Hi, Emmett. Do you mind if I change?"

Out of a monkey suit?

"Never."

"Are we going anywhere, do I need clothes?"

"Do you want to?"

He might not want to sit around my house all afternoon.

I'm going out later so I'm more than happy to be lazy for a few but I'll suck it up if he wants to go out.

"Not really, honestly."

He strips and then walks over.

"Rule number two, isn't it? You get to manhandle me a little bit now."

He kisses me then and I love that he initiates it and I am more than happy to wrap him up a little and let my hands roam.

I like my rules.

A lot.

I'm not a huge fan of rules in general but these two have my full support.

I'm glad he doesn't have a problem with them either.

"Was it a nice service?"

"It was," he mumbles into my neck as he leans against me.

"Glad you didn't mind me coming back, thanks."

"You're welcome anytime, Darling, anytime."

The dryer buzzer goes off and I have to let him go.

"I'll be back in a minute, make yourself at home."

When I come back upstairs he's in the kitchen munching on apple.

"I needed a snack, hope that's okay."

"That's what it's there for. There's watermelon and some strawberries in the fridge, too."

He's eyeing up the blueberry muffins that are on the counter.

"Those are for your rushing to work mornings, save a couple."

"You're sweet but I told you, Emmett, you fill me up plenty."

That boy.

"Finn, do NOT start anything."

"I'm not, I'm just saying. I'll take one tomorrow, they're gonna ask if I've eaten breakfast for the blood draw and I don't think I should tell them about my morning endorphin shake."

Morning shake. I internally groan.

"No, please don't. I have to take these upstairs."

"I'll come. Hey, I was thinking that if I wash the stuff I have here I could just leave it?"

I like the sound of that and it'll be easier on him.

"Sounds good, just toss it in my hamper and I'll wash it for you."

"I can do it Emmett."

Apparently just a look stopped him, interesting.

"Put it in the hamper."

"Okay. Thank you."

He goes through his bag while I fold and put my stuff away and I make a drawer for him in my dresser.

He objects to that too but he doesn't need to live out of a bag.

He finally agrees when I tell him that I'll need somewhere to put his washed things.

"Can we talk about last night yet?"

I don't want to have to cut it short to head to Dad's.

"Sure."

He sits cross-legged on my bed and grabs a pillow to put in his lap.

"I'm fine though, are you fine? Or are you not and that's why you're asking?"

He's worried and it's cute but that doesn't mean I'm not going to put a stop to it.

"I had a blast, darling. I'm not sure where I came up with that stuff, I do NOT usually talk like that but I guess reading erotica helps but you're the one I'm worried about."

"I'm fine. Sore, I'll admit that I'm a little bit sore but other than sitting very gently on the pew at church and wondering if I was the only one there with a sore ass, it is soooo okay because it's worth it. Really."

Good. Okay.

"So, favorite part?"

"Oooh, fun game but you have to answer too, okay?"

I nod and he continues.

"It was my fantasy, I loved all of it but hmmm, let me think. Oooh, when you said you were gonna hurt me, damn, all the master talk, honestly. I mean, crap I'm getting hard again and my balls already ache. Threatening to do it again, that's my favorite part. Can we? Sometimes?"

Was that an 's' on sometime?

"Your turn."

"We can do it again sometime if you want but it'll be your decision, you just let me know if and when, okay?"

I get a big smile and an enthusiastic nod.

"I guess the sounds you made, your whimpering sort of made me crazy. Okay, really made me crazy. All of it, I just got so wrapped up in the whole thing, Finnegan. Scared me a little that I was so into it but I knew you were loving it even with all that begging me to stop. It was hot as hell, really and I loved playing with you beforehand, a lot."

"I liked that too. My imagination was going wild and I loved being at your mercy like that. I have to admit that I sort of liked not having to do anything, either. Like I didn't have to worry about pleasing you, is that awful?"

He needs reassurance but I know exactly what he means.

"I understand, we did have the whole 'topping is hard' talk, remember?"

"Exactly. Yes, like that but even more. I don't have everything figured out yet but I do know that when I'm in headspace I don't like to think too hard about anything, I just want to relax and if you want to touch me I'm happy to let you as long as I can just not really worry about it. It's nice. It's really, really fucking nice."

"Good. Okay, harder question. Least favorite?"

It's important but that doesn't mean it's easy to ask him that.

"It being over?" he teases.

"No, I'll try, let me think. But honestly Emmett... I liked all of it. Whatever I manage to think of is still going to be good. Um, hold on."

I'm more than happy to wait.

I'm glad he's giving it some thought.

"Am I allowed to say the nerves? I was worried I would go too far and that you weren't enjoying it as much as I was. I was worried I'd freak you out or that you'd stop. Is that a fair answer? I would tell you if anything made me uncomfortable but really Emmett, I promise, it was amazing. Maybe the spankings if I have to choose a real thing. I mean, in the scene they were great but damn, they sting. Now you."

No spanking outside of rough scenes, got it.

"That's fair and it's my answer too. I mean, I was in charge and saying all that shit and I was scared I'd actually scare you or push you too far. I didn't really want to hurt you and I still did, I'm sure."

"Not much, really. Yes, the end was really intense, my ass got a thorough fucking, but I liked it. It fit, you know? Um, maybe too much info but we need to figure out a way to get me really well prepped without so much work, maybe, you know what I mean?"

God he's cute when he blushes.

"We could just plug you for awhile first."

He's even redder now, it's adorable.

"True story, I've never used toys. I wouldn't even know what to try or use but whatever you think."

"I'll put some of that huge wad of cash you left me into a few toys for you then, darling. Not even a vibrator? Anything?"

I'm going to get him a plug set, that's for sure.

Work him up slowly while he's watching a movie or something.

Damn, now I'm getting stiff.

"I'm not a prude I guess I just never really needed them or I don't know but no, nothing, so surprise me."

"Okay, I will." 

I don't love shopping but this will be a lot of fun. 

Hopefully I can get stuff here before next weekend. 

The sooner the better.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - when they see their girl breaking down because of all the studying

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pov: the boys come home and see their girl crying and breaking down because of all the study they have and the bad grade they received...

warnings: mention of studying stress, mention of anxiety and stress talk, low self-esteem mention, school and grades talk

type: comfort

members: all of them!!

this one was requested!! if you ever want to have any requests or any headcanons or imagines, please tell me in my request box!! i'll be super happy to do something for you! (also, sorry for the late!!)

reminder!! : to whoever's doing exams or about to do these, know you that you got this and can do it :) i believe in you and i know you'll get an amazing grade and do an excellent performance! you're amazing and super smart. i hope this (long) headcanon can make you smile or distract you from all the studies and homeworks!

not proofread!! i'll correct the mistakes later :)

oliver moy

this man..

we know he have a big heart

like... his heart is so big. he love meeting new people, making people's day, making people's smile, making star's days

he just want to make the world a better place and a more safer place

(the rests of the members and oli's part are under the cut)

of course, he would be sad to see you crying

it break his heart every time he see you like this

i would imagine oli opening the door and saying "hi babe! i'm home!" and looking at you

:) to :(

"hey..hey babe, what happened?"

he would run to you

like the sweet boy he is, he would make your tear away from your face

"hey baby.. can i hug you? is it okay?"

he would hug you and never let go of you until you're ready to do it so (like he do with the stars :( he's so sweet)

he would do circles on your back and on your hair to calm you

"talk whenever you want, baby.. i'll be here until you're okay, i promise. i won't go anyhwere, im here"

i feel like oliver would say affirmations

"you are so strong, you know that? i'm so proud of you, my love. i'm so happy and proud to call you mine. you mean the world to me and it break my heart to see you like this. if i could, i would take all your sadness so you wouldn't be sad anymore"

"you're tired of studying? oooh... my love.."

he would hug you tigher

"baby, it's okay.. i totally understand how you might feel right now. school studies are so not easy and i'm so sorry that they break you apart like this. "

oli would take your hands and hold it (if you're comfortable, ofc!!) until the conversation is finished

he would rub circles on it

and make you breathe in and breathe out to calm you and to make you know he's here to listen

"you are so strong, my baby. you are one of the strongest girl i have met in my life. first, being my mom, but you're the second. you are so strong and so hardworking. you're so smart. you're so you and.. that's what i love about you"

"you don't have to fake being happy or to hide your true self. i love you for you. and if you want to cry more, you can. it's okay. it prove how strong you have been"

he would try to comfort you with your bad grade

"your grade are just random numbers.. it's like the numbers of the like i have on my instagram posts! they don't define me or the content i make. they don't describe how i am in real life. so like your grade, they don't define yourself or how you are in your life. they don't describe your level of smartness and do not mean anything bad about you. they are just numbers, my love. they don't describe you or make you like the *grade* you have. "

he just want you to know he's here for you, okay?

"if you want to, me and the boys could help you study? i know the boys would be totally down with this. they love you and if it mean that they can spend more time with you, they would love to."

"you got this, my love. i love you so so much. you did your best and that's the most important here. i'm proud of you and of your work on that project / session / exam / essay. you did your best and that's enough."

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sebastian moy

we know seb

he loves the stars

he's always saying that the stars are so important to him and that he love them very very much, so i think seb would have the same behavior towards you? (i mean, yes ofc lol)

i can see seb going in his room after a meeting

when he would come, he would be like

"hey baby, princess!! i missed you!"

without seeing any smile or reactions, he would come closer to his bed and talk softer

"baby? are you okay?"

you quickly nodded your head and sighed

"wait, baby! are you crying?"

seb would be so sad that you didn't told him how you were feeling

he know it's not easy to talk about your emotions and feelings, on how difficult is it to talk about how you might be feeling, he totally understand these kind of things

so of course, he'll listen to you and take care of you

"baby... what happened? did something happened during my meeting?"

if he would have known, this boy wouldn't have gone to his meeting :(

he love you so so much

and he would everything he can to see the precious smile on your face

"studies? roooh baby, i'm so sorry. i know it's hard. i truly do"

he would make circles on your back to calm you and to make you know he's here to help you

"it's okay, baby, i'm here! you're safe, everything will be okay"

he would kiss you on the forehead and play with your fingers

"do you want to talk more about it?"

if you do, he'll listen to you and he will as much as he can to make you smile again

"grades are just numbers. they doesn't define you or your intelligence or even anything about you!"

he would try to crack jokes to make you smile or at least to make you think about something else for a few seconds

he would hug you

and give you yoobi (his pingouin lol) so you could play with him

seb is just a sweet man

so ofc, he would kiss your tear away, hug you and do circles on your back :(

he would even sing to you

and he would buy you bobba so you can feel a bit better

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ryan nguyen

ryan had a pretty good day!

he filmed something for the nsb's chanel, worked on some songs for their mini-albums (presave panic!!!) and drank some bubble tea that seb bought for them :(

so when he came back home with a big smile on his face, of course, he wanted to tell you what happened today

but when he saw you in the kitchen, crying in front of your homeworks and the last exam you got.. his smile quickly faded

"you good, baby?"

just the lack of your answer made him think that something was happening

"hey, y/n, look at me.. what happened?"

his poor heart :(

his heart always break when he see you like this

he would do anything to take your sadness away :(

"what happened to you, baby?"

he would put his fingers and indez on your cheek and massage it softly to make you know he's here

even if the boys were there, he didn't care.

"the boys can wait, cutie.. you're crying and i'm worried for you.."

not that he doesn't care about them, buttttt

i feel ryan would stay with you until you're 100% okay before leaving you and do his stuff or whatever

he have to film something for his youtube channel? that can wait. (i hope you guys understand what i'm trying to say)

he just want you to know that he's here for you

always.

when he saw your grades, he looked at you and brushed your hair out of your face and started talking softly while tearing your tears away with his fingers

"babe... is that why you're feeling this way?"

ryan nguyen is really gentle with his words

you're feeling down? he would try to find the pefect words to help you

in the outside, ryan look like he wouldn't care or anything, but when we get to know him, we can clearly see how nice and caring he is

when you nodded, his heart broke into a millions pieces

"oh my god, baby... i'm so sorry it happened.."

he would hug you for sure

ryan nguyen? hugging you? what? who is that? how?

we know it, ryan is not the hugger of the groups. he doesn't like physical attention too much, but when it comes to you??? he's all needy and clingy and all

he would make you know that it's okay to fail, that it's normal and that you're so strong

"you're already making progress by showing me how the grade is affecting you. if it wouldn't, you wouldn't be crying over it"

"you're so strong. i knew you studied like hell for this exam and i'm sorry you didn't got the grade you deserved, but trust me, baby.. you'll do better next time! i promise. i believe in you"

he would kiss your tear away :(

"me and the boys are proud of you and your performance. you did your best and that's the most important. we can't judge you or make you think you did bad! you did your best and that's the most important thing, okay?"

he would hug you and listen to you for hours if you need it

he would call the boys to make something for the both of us during dinner time if you're not done talking about it

he doesn't care that you talk about it for 4 hours straight or something. he only want you to smile to be happy and if it can make you feel better, he'll do it anytime

he told you: he's here for the good and the bad times.

he will always be here for you <3

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justin phan

justin was helping you study and was trying to make you laugh during these though hours

but he couldn't help it but worry for you

"hey, are you okay?"

you quickly nodded and went back to studying while he took your hands and interlaced his fingers with yours

"are you okay?"

"you already ask me, justin"

"but now, i want the real answer"

justin knew you

he knew something was up

"the boys aren't here. you can let your emotions and feeling out if you want to"

quickly, you started to have tears forming in your eyes

that literally broke justin's heart

he hated seeing you like this

crying and being upset

he thought you deserve everything!!

and he was sad, because he just couldn't making you stop crying like this

"sweetie. it's okay, i'm here, i'm here"

justin would hug you in his arm

and he wouldn't even move

not until you're ready

when you would explain everything to him, he would be so sad that you think you're not good enough

"baby.. y/n, i'm so sorry"

he would caress your hair and your back with his fingers

he would kiss you on top of your head

jp would also hum you to, maybe, calm you down or something like that

"y/n, my pretty girl, it's okay to cry and to feel upset. you have the right to be upset"

"i'm sorry. i know you studied hard for this and it hurt me to see you didn't get the grade you deserved to have"

justin is so not afraid to talk to people when it comes to you

"d'you want me to talk to your teacher to say how hard you worked on this one? because i know you did. it's unfair that all your amazing and hard work only value this grade. plus, we did it together. we verified with the boys and everything seemed perfect. "

justin would be the type to comfort you during your breakdown

not saying the others wouldn't, but i think justin would be the most "comforting" one when it comes to school and all

idk he just give me this kind of vibe

finally, justin would study with you and let the boys help you if you want them to :(

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kane ratan

if kane saw you upset or sad about something, he would be so sad??

he think kane could be the boy who feel sad because you feel a bit sad

kane is so sweet :(

so ratan was getting ready for his shower

he saw how concentrated and focused you were working and studying on the kitchen's table

he didn't want to ruin that

when he came back in the kitchen, he saw oliver talking softly to you and listening to you

"hey oli! hey y/n!!" he said while smiling

when you turned your face to him, his heart almost stopped beating

"y/n?? are you okay?? what happened??"

"that what i have been asking for the couple minutes. she said she didn't want to talk about it."

oliver quickly walked over, letting his place for kane's

"baby, y/n!! are you okay? did you hurt yourself?"

you quickly said no while avoiding your boyfriend's eyes

"y/n. please."

you quickly put your eyes in his

and you started crying even more :(

kane's heart was so sad at this moment

he wanted to take all of your negative emotions and all bad thoughts

he wanted you to feel happy and to be all smily :(

kane hugged you and did circles on your back to calm you down, letting you know there was no rush for telling him

after listening to your problems and insecurities, he kissed the top of your head and wiped the tears away

he would sing for you

and tell you how his life, how his future projects, about his fav anime characters and why he love them if you're into these kind of things

he would also caress the top of your hair

he just want you to think about something else for a while

he know bad grades aren't nice and fun to receive and to deal with

he would

"it's okay, babe. it's okay to fail. failing is one of the way to succeed in life. and the fact that you're crying right now, mean how much it's important for you to succeed and that you care about it. i promise, you're doing good, baby. and i know you probaly don't believe me, but i promise you that it's true."

he would do anything he can do to make you smile or change your ideas

"a grade doesn't define you. it's only numbers. like 1, 2, or 37. you're not a failure, because you failed. i know how much and hard you worked on that paper and it make me sad to see that your teacher couldn't see the efforts you made, the way i did"

he would also bring you food and do anime study sessions with you if you love animes

"one more chapter and we have one more anime episodes to watch!"

"let's go baby, you can do it. i believe in you"

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darren liang

we know darren

even though he have a lot of energy, he can be calm and super quiet at times

so the boys were waiting for the pizza delivery guy since almost 20 minutes

they were kinda hungry lol

when the house bell rang in the house, the guys all got up and walked to the door

when darren opened the door, he didn't think he'd saw you tearing up in his hoodie :(

he thought it was the pizza delivery guy

he was so happy to finally have his pizza30 seconds ago

but now he's now sad and upset :(

who hurted his baby >:(

"did someone hurt you? i swear, im going to punch them"

he would hug you before you even go in the house and close the door

so you would be the two alone on the porch

he would caress your back and give you a side hug

"is everything doing okay for you?"

when you said no, his heart broke

"do you want to talk about it?"

while nodding, he asked you if you wanted to go in his room

he didn't want you to catch a cold :/

"let's go in my room first, okay? you'll be able to cuddle toasty and eat some good pizza. the guys ordered 3 pizza, so i'm sure we'll have enough for you."

you quickly nodded and took his hands while taking off your shoes and avoiding the other member's questions

"y/n, are you okay?"

"is she okay, darren?"

"what happened?"

"is eveything okay?"

"is y/n crying? oh no :("

"y/n, do you need something?"

darren looked at them and give them a thumbs up, meaning he was going to take care of you

"here baby, take this blanket, and go to my room. i'm just going to get you a glass of water and tissues. i'll be back soon, okay, my love?"

darren is so sweet

while explaining your problems, he made sure to understand everything and to make you know he was here to help you

"i'm so sorry to hear that, baby. i truly am"

he would give you pizza

i mean one of the boys would bring you some

lildarbear wouldn't leave you

"you can cry, y/n. it's okay. my sweather is made for you. i really don't mind."

he would caress your back by going up and down

"let it out, baby, let it out"

this boy would take care of you x100

doing selfcare with you to make you smile

SLEEPOVER WITH HIM OH MY GOD

he would tell you his darkest secrets and all

"you know what, baby? you did your best and that's what important"

he would keep a distance from you and the grades

i don't really know how to describe it, but he would do as much as he can to make you see how worth you are and how important you are to his eyes and to the boys'.

"you can vent to me"

finally, darren would create a plan of studying with you. he would do flashcards with you, random games to make you learn the things, he would even make the boys help and encourages you if it's something that would make you smile

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regie macalino

we all know how funny regie is

and how hilarious he can be

but we also know how grateful and caring he is

he's also nonchalant

you guys were watching television with the boys

it was a movie night

you were on the same couch as regie

checking your phone almost every 10-15 minutes, you were not really paying to the movie

and regie knew it

"is everything okay? you're constantly watching your phone"

you quickly nodded while whispering back

"i'm just stressed about my grades. they should be out today, and i don't feel it"

regie gave you a kiss on the head and softly smiled

"you'll have an amazing grade, don't worry. you worked so hard on it."

you quickly nodded while putting your head agaisnt macalino's chest

he was probably right

finally the movie done, you quickly took your phone and refreshed the page where you could see your grades

your eyes dropped when you saw your grade

you thought you did good..

you started having tear in your eyes and the need to cry

you quickly let it go of regie's embrace and walked faster

"going to the bathroom"

it has been 10 minutes and you were still in the same room.

you couldn't believe it.

you studied so hard???

knocking on the door, you heard your boyfriend regie speaking

"baby? are you okay in there?"

you quickly calmed yourself and tried to sound like if you haven't been crying for the past 15 minutes

"yeah, i'm just tired."

but regie knew you

maybe someone would have believed you, but not him

he knew you

"can i come in? please?"

"i don't want you to see me like this"

you could hear regie sight

"i really don't mind, baby. i promise. please, open up. i don't want you to feel sad all alone."

you quickly opened the door and went back to his bathroom.

"hey"

"hey" you said while shighting

"what happened, my love? did the movie made you cry?"

you gave him your phone so he could see it himself

"is that the grade you were stressing over earlier?"

you nodded while trying your best to not cry again

"i'm so sorry, babe. you don't deserve that. you worked on it. you studied. i even studied with you. you deserved something better"

you nodded and hugged him

he caressed your back and strocked your hair

"cry all you want. i'm here."

he gave you on his hoodie and sighed

"ya teachers are fucking dumb"

he would try his best to make you laugh or smile, for sure

"i have a joke for you, y/n. why people don't play poker in the jungle?"

"too many cheetaths" (cheaters)

he would give you affirmations and encouragment!

"please, don't let a low grade definite you whatsoever. there is greatness in you. I know because you cared enough to cry about it and to tell me about it"

he would give you hugs

and give you candies he have in his room

"is everything going good at your home? do you need somehwere to study or to relax? you know this house is also your second, right? the door are always unlocked for you"

"stay positive, my baby. i know it's hard, please do it. i believe in you. i truly do. and your family too. and your friends, and the boys. we all believe in you."

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[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

What about obey me boys catching them reading a fanfic about them yes im projecting-

Oooh, i like this and also for this fic, i chose the bois who are more on the dominant side but if it gets a good review i will do the rest

WARNING: Mentions of sex

Ok without further a do , here it is

Lucifer

He's busy

From what you may ask

From hanging mammon in the living room ceiling

And you just wanted peace, so you ain't getting near that shit

In addition your favourite author updated her blog with the request you made

So it's time to get readin

You aren't an angel you are far from that, and it's obvious from your request

"A noncon Lucifer x reader smut with public degradation"

The author even called you a sinner in the header of the story

It'd be bad if anyone saw you reading this, so you decided to go to your room and read it on the bed, your stomach in contact with the bed

Maybe from excitement, you forgot to lock the door

A good 2 minutes have passed and you are getting to the most intense part

Rawr

With the level of concentration you have on what you're reading, you didn't realized lucifer knocked and seeing how you weren't answering, he let himself in

Finding you plopped on the bed with a stupid grin on your face

Now that got him curious

What could you be reading for it to warrant such an expression

So he went to your side, making sure you don't notice him and you should've seen his face when he saw

"You like that, don't you slut"

"Lucifer pls, i wanna cum"

What in Diavolo's name are you reading woman

He was quick to call you out, a stern look adorning his face

You quickly jumped on your feet, now face to face with lucifer, you quickly tossed your phone in hopes he didn't see anything, but by the look of that face it's safe to say he did

"Uhm luci, how long have you been standing there" you asked already fearing for what's to come

"Long enough for the woman in that story to cum" he replied

By this point you hung your head low, already rehearsing the line of apologies you ought to say

But before you can do any of that

The prideful demon lifted your chin with one hand, making you have eye contact with him

"If you wanna get railed that badly, you should just say so. I'll be more than willing to take your abilities to walk for weeks" he stated, words laced with lust

Satan

You were both in his room reading

Him reading on a book and you on your DDD

Scrolling across tumblr, you came across a oneshot fanfic that depicts the sins mainly wrath, and living with the actual sin got you curious about the content

You somehow skipped the tags and went to reading

You missed the tags: dubcon and cockwarming

The start was really well written and it got you engrossed to continue reading, half way through it started to get steamy that's when you realized it was smut

You could feel your face heat up, this made you side eye your boyfriend ensuring he doesn't suspect you of anything

But who are you trying to fool, it's satan

He noticed you side eyeing him but kept quiet

You went back to reading and things just got steamier by the minute, you can't help but gulp

You failed to notice how satan stood up and went behind you also reading the sinful shit you're currently reading

You finished the entire onsehot and was about to scroll away when

"You should check, maybe there's a sequel"

You quickly turned around at the voice behind you and you could feel all the colors in your face to disappear

"not gonna check it?" he's obviously teasing you

"how long have you been there" you said completely embarrassed

"hmmm, from the" ugh satan, i wanna move, you're so big" he so shamelessly said in a high pitch voice

You wanna die

You could feel your soul leaving your body

You quickly covered your face with your hand

Satan chuckled at your state, he quickly sat beside you plopping you on his lap, you straddling him

You don't have anymore energy to protest, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck

20 minutes later

"S-satan, i w-wanna move" you pleaded, him buried deep inside you

"you forgot the" You're so big" part" he teased

"shut up"

Asmodeus

You and Asmo are out shopping

And now you are currently changing from one outfit to another while Asmo compliments and rate how good it looks

"how about this" you emerged from the changing room showing the demon a pure white dress designed with lace that captures your angel like features

"Oooh, you look just like an angel dear" asmo fangirled "wait lemme take a photo" asmo added

He quickly opened your phone already knowing the password and tried to click the cam when he accidentally opened wattpad, and now displaying the fic you red before you went out with him

Luck wasn't on your side since the first words he saw from that fic was

"I'll breed you till dawn, until your belly is full with my children"

He wanted to read more when your voice brought him back to reality

"Asmo, come on what's taking so long, take the pic" you whined

He quickly took the photo, acting like he just didn't see anything

"Mc, why don't you try this one next" he said handing you a black laced strap dress

"isn't this too sexy"

"it's fine, just try it"

With no more complaints, you went into the changing room and started undressing

The moment you are only left with your underwear, asmo came inside

"What the heck, get out asmo"

"I'm sure you don't want that, I'm still gonna breed you until your belly is full with my children" he said caging you between him and the mirror behind you

You remembered that what he said was from the fic you were reading

You were stunned, shocked, and totally embarrassed

Seeing your reaction, asmo quickly started a full make out session

"If you were into breeding that much, I'd be happy to fill you up dear" he seductively said

But you were already fucked dumb to comprehend anything he was saying

P. S.: You guys had to buy the dress since it was covered in semen🤷‍♀️

Diavolo

Do you want him to do this

You went to the bathroom and he just got back from a meeting with lucifer and here's your phone on the bed still open on the fic

At first he was like "awe, it's me" but then when he scrolled down he was met with a lot of "ugh, nghh, squeak, tremble, thrust, creak" and a lot more

He scrolled back to the very top part and he was shocked by those tags

:edging/orgasm denial, finger sucking, dumbification, hard fuck

Are you into this shit

Your love making has always been on the vanilla side

He doesn't wanna go that hard knowing he might break you

But seeing this it made him rethink his choices, did you wanna be fucked hard

While he was mulling over this new development, you stepped out of the bathroom, a towel covering your frame

Your eyes quickly darted towards your phone on his hand

You were quick to grab it but Diavolo was quicker he put it out of reach

"MC, be honest with me, do you wanna do these" he asked referring to what was on the phone

You were silent for a good minute but you eventually muttered a yes

Damn, you should have said that from the start cause if he knew he didn't have to hold back, he would've already knocked you up

He quickly grabbed your wrist and laid you on the bed with him on top

Wonders happened that night cause the next day, you can't walk, your mouth was dry, it was sore down there and you feel like you had enough of s*x for an entire year

"maybe a little restraint would be nice" you said to your boyfriend who was just glowing, the total opposite of your wrecked state

A/N: Ok i just wanna say jsdjsjcisjdhddhksj

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The Better Man | Chapter 3

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Contents/Warnings: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader, flashbacks to Levi’s childhood w/ Kenny, canonverse AOT, angst, prostitution

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Levi is going to save you.

As a child, he’d promised you that, knowing he was too weak to protect or take care of you. It’s hard to know in The Underground how many years have passed, but he’s older now, and stronger. And he’s tired of seeing you beaten and bruised.

In the darkness, Levi quietly opens his door to sneak across the room. It only takes him a few seconds to sense that Kenny is sitting in the dark waiting for him.

Kenny lights a cigarette, briefly illuminating his grizzled face. “And just where do you think yer goin’?”

Shit. Levi had hoped Kenny would still be out or maybe drunk and asleep. Too late to turn back now. “I’m going to beat the shit out of y/n’s dad and then get her out of there. She’s gonna stay here with me.”

“Oh, you are, are ya?” Kenny says with an amused look on his face. He lights a candle. “And what if I say no?”

“Then…we’ll run away. We don’t need to stay here. We don’t need anyone.”

Kenny laughs. “Whoa…big talk for such a shortie,” he pulls out a knife and throws it at Levi’s feet, “I’ll make you a deal: if you can stab me with that knife - even just one little scratch - I’ll let you go get her and she can stay with us.”

The room is quiet for a few moments, then in a flash Levi has the knife and is lunging toward Kenny. He dodges, ending up behind Levi and kicking him in the backside. “Come on,” Kenny goads, “that all you got?”

Levi is quick to recover, takes a deep breath, and recovers his stance. Remembering what Kenny taught him, he keeps his left hand up towards his face while his right hand is holding the knife, the tip pointed at Kenny. He slashes and Kenny dodges again but Levi quickly jabs towards his left. Kenny grabs his arm and pins it to his side, his other hand gripping his shoulder.

“You think you’re strong? That a snot-nosed teenager like you can protect her?” He pushes Levi away, “What a joke.”

Levi gets back in stance, sweat running down his face. “I don’t care what you say. I’m gonna save her.”

“Oooh, sounds like my little Levi is in love,” Kenny grins, “or are you just wanting to get laid? She does look like she’d be a sweet piece of ass.”

Infuriated, Levi springs forward with a huge slash of his knife. Kenny catches Levi’s wrist, and twists his arms behind him, putting him in a lock. He pushes Levi into a wall and pulls up on his arm. Excruciating pain shoots through his body and Levi drops the knife.

“Now, that last move was emotional. You are in love with her” Kenny laughs, then turns Levi around and pulls him up by his collar. “Listen here, Levi: love ain’t shit around here. It’ll get you killed in two seconds,” he throws Levi down. “Was love enough to save your mom? Huh? Did it keep her from dyin’?” He scowls. “Love isn’t a strength: it’s a distraction and a weakness to be exploited. The longer you pine for that girl, the weaker you’ll get. And I taught you better than that.”

Levi looks down at the knife, but doesn’t pick it up. He knew Kenny was right. Love doesn’t save people: strength and power does. He needs to focus. Get stronger.

“Goddammit, Levi, it’s too early in the morning for this bullshit,” Kenny picks up the knife. “But I guess all boys go through this phase. Now get your ass back to bed.”

_____

Levi watches through his office window as you get into the carriage to return to Trost. There are papers strewn about the desk and the rooms still smells of your sex - the last remaining remnants of your short moments together. He opens the window and puts his files in order.

He shouldn’t have given in to his desire for you, but since that evening at the welcome party, all his suppressed memories of you have resurfaced. He’d tried so hard to forget you these past few years, consistently telling himself that what he did was for your good. He’d always promised to protect you, and in his mind, leaving you was the only way he could do that.

Originally, he’d planned on finding you once the job of killing Erwin and obtaining the documents had been accomplished. He, Isabelle, and Farlan would be free and you all would create new lives for yourselves above ground.

But that all changed when he saw Isabelle and Farlan die. The last few years in The Underground, he’d been so confident in his strength and abilities. But life above ground and fighting the titans showed him that it wasn’t enough. His decisions had cost him everything: you, Farlan, and Isabelle. He had nothing.

When Erwin gave him that choice and challenged him to live a life without regretting his decisions, Levi knew he couldn’t just trust in his own strength. His eyes were no longer clouded.

Like Kenny had said, love was a distraction.

He reminded himself of those words as he cleaned up his office. He won’t regret the decision of letting you go and staying with the Survey Corps. Humanity needs him and you have someone new to love.

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“Levi…where have you been? I haven’t seen you in months.”

Kenny is leaning against a wall a short distance away, watching both of you. Levi needs to get you out of here before it starts. “Busy. I don’t really have time to talk right now,” he says as he walks away.

But you follow him. “Ok…but I wanted to tell you that I’ve been lying to my dad about some extra money I’ve been getting from customers. If I keep saving that and maybe pickpocket a few things, I’ll have enough money to go above ground.” She looks at you, expectantly. “In a few years, we can finally get out of here”

Levi looks around. There’s movement in the alley behind him and it puts him on alert. “Look, I really can’t talk about this right now. Go back home and I’ll come by later.”

“Levi, why are you…”

“LEVI!” a voice booms from behind you. A huge body lunges at you both and he pushes you away as hard as he can.

Lately, Levi has felt an incredible amount of power surging through his body and no one has been able to stand against him. Kenny has sensed this, and decided that Levi needs to challenge every neighborhood kingpin and lowlife they can find. They’d been preparing for this altercation, but he wasn’t expecting you to be here.

Still learning to control his power, he’d pushed you harder than he’d wanted, and you slammed against a wall.

As you lay on the ground, Levi yells out to you, and his adversary uses the distraction to throw a punch. It knocks Levi over, but he’s back up in an instant and uses his momentum to punch the man in the stomach. While he’s doubled over, Levi grabs his shoulders and knees him hard in the head. The giant man falls down on the ground with a loud thud, and Levi is on top of him, kicking him in the face and throat.

Blood is pouring from the man’s nose and mouth, and he’s barely conscious. Levi takes out his knife and grabs the man by the collar. “This is my turf now. Do you understand, idiot?”

A crowd has formed around the commotion as Kenny watches from a distance. Levi looks up to see him tip his hat and then walk away. He calls out to him, but he doesn’t look back.

Levi knew he wouldn’t return. After all this time, Kenny was just abandoning him to navigate this world alone. This hurt him more than he was expecting, and anger surged through him.

By this time, you’d gotten off the ground and pushed through the crowd to get to Levi. “Levi! Are you ok?” you say as you hug him.

He felt anger at Kenny for leaving him and guilt for hurting you. He didn’t know how to deal with these feelings, and so he expressed himself the only way he knew how: with force.

“Get away from me, y/n,” he says as he pushes you away. “I don’t…need you.”

He runs off, leaving you standing there, stunned, among the crowd.

———

“Captain, Commander Erwin said I needed you to sign these leave of absence forms,” Lars says, handing Levi the papers. “I’ll be taking a few days off for the wedding.”

Levi takes the papers and gets out his fountain pen. He’d been trying not to think about this moment the past few days, but the wedding was tomorrow. “I was wondering when you were going to get these to me. The rest of the squad has already put in leave for tomorrow.”

Lars scratches his head innocently. “Yeah..I’ve never been too good with paperwork. And thank you, for giving the squad the day to attend the wedding. It means a lot to me that you’ll all be there.”

“We’ll miss a whole day of training but I guess it can’t be helped. It’s not every day a Survey Corps member gets married,” Levi clears his throat. “But I’m sorry, Lars, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. I have some meetings to attend that can’t be rescheduled,” Levi hands the forms over to Lars. “Please give my best to your fiancée.”

“Oh…” Lars says with disappointment in his voice, but he quickly changes his tone, “of course, you’re a busy man, Captain. I’ll relay your message to y/n,” he salutes. “Sir,” then turns to leave Levi’s office.

It had gone back and forth in Levi’s mind whether to go to the wedding or not, but in the end, even though he knows it’s for the best, he just doesn’t want to see you walk down that aisle. He’ll give Erwin some kind of excuse and that’ll be the end of it.

_____

“Absolutely not,” Erwin says to Levi, while eating in the canteen with the other officers. “You need to be there for your subordinate.”

“Erwin, I have a mountain of paperwork to finish. Not that I like doing that bullshit work, but it needs to be done.”

“And it will be there when you come back later tomorrow evening,” Erwin put his hand on Levi’s shoulder. “Levi, it’s important to share these life events with your squad. Besides, there will probably be a reception afterwards. You should let yourself have a little fun every once in a while.”

Levi shrugs Erwin’s hand off his shoulder. “So you’re ordering me to have fun?”

Erwin sighs and rolls his eyes. “Only to you would I have to give an order like that. Two people have found love - shouldn’t that be celebrated?”

_____

Farlan walks over to Levi and places the protection money he collected from businesses around the neighborhood on the table. “Her father died recently. Did you hear about that?”

Levi knows exactly what “her” he means. He hadn’t seen you in maybe one or two years and he’d avoided going to your part of town. Every once in a while he’d be tempted to check on you, but he had enough on his plate. “I didn’t,” Levi says, counting the money.

“Yeah, I heard it’s been rough for her. Her father owed a bunch of money and she’s been left with the debt.” he sighs and sits on the sofa. “Apparently she’s started working at The Thirsty Poet brothel.”

At this, Levi stops counting and looks up at Farlan. “She’s what?”

“Not much else for a young woman to do in that situation anyway, right?” Farlan looks up to see Levi grabbing his jacket and walking out the door.

—

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going??”

Levi ignores the pimp at the entrance and storms upstairs. Patrons and prostitutes scream as he kicks open every door to look for you. Finally, you’re found at the end of the hall: you’ve just taken off your blouse and a man is taking off his pants next to the bed.

“Who the fuck are you?” is the only thing the man can say before Levi punches him in the jaw, rage permeating his whole body. He takes off his jacket and throws it to you. “Put this on,” he commands. He puts some of your other clothes in a leather satchel, grabs your hand, then pulls you downstairs.

The pimp sees you both rushing down the stairs and as you arrive at the door, he blocks the way with his large, muscular arm. “Oi! You’re not taking her anywhere! She’s my property.”

With a quick flip of his wrist, Levi pulls out his knife and stabs it through the bouncer’s hand, sticking it to the doorframe. The man screams out.

“She’s coming with me and you’re going to consider her father’s debts paid. Got it?” His eyes are blazing as he pulls the knife out, blood streaming from the man’s hand.

“Y-yes. W-whatever you say, Levi,” he quivers.

You both walk back to Levi’s apartment, him pulling you the whole way. As it’s also the headquarters of his group, a few are hanging around.

“Everyone get the fuck out,” he orders as he pulls you into his bedroom. He’s breathing hard and his heart is racing. He hasn’t seen you in a while, but his feelings for you haven’t changed. He can’t stand to think that men have been touching you, having their way with you. It infuriates him.

You’re standing in the corner, gripping his jacket around you. As Levi paces the room, he hears a small whispered, “Levi, I’m sorry.”

It’s all he needs to hear, and he’s snapped out of his jealousy. He rushes over and wraps his arms around you hard. “Y/n, it’s my fault. I always said I would protect you.” Levi can feel your tears on his neck as you melt into his arms. He pulls back from you and puts your head in his hands, his grey eyes staring into yours with intensity. “You will never have to do anything like that again. OK? I’ll take care of you.”

In the end, you’re just two teenagers trying to figure out how to survive in this shitty world, but neither of you had to be alone anymore. He pulled you into a deep embrace.

———

The next day, there’s lots of buzz among the Corps regarding the wedding that afternoon. Lars’ open and friendly personality has made him well-liked among the squads, and many are planning on attending the ceremony and reception. By late morning, most have started making their way to Trost in preparation, but Levi stays in his office until the last possible minute. When he can put it off no longer, he puts on his dress uniform and goes to the stable.

It’s a beautiful autumn day and many guests have already gathered in the city public square where the ceremony is to take place. The sun is casting a beautiful glow over the area, which is decorated with flowers and garlands. Even though most of Levi’s squad is sitting towards the front, he decides to sit in the last row, hoping not to gain your attention.

Lars comes out first, walking with his mother and father, who sit down in the front row. Then you enter and everyone stands. Your dress is simple but the bodice is embroidered with flowers and other intricate designs. Your long hair flows down and a crown of flowers sits upon your head. In all the years that he’s known you, Levi doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful. His eyes follow you as you walk to the front to meet Lars. The vows are said, rings are exchanged, and the ribbon is wrapped around their interlocked hands, as is customary. When the officiate invites them to kiss as husband and wife, Levi finds himself looking away.

The reception is held in the same city square and everyone helps to clear away the chairs and set up the tables and food. People line up to greet the new husband and wife and although Levi would rather not say anything to you, he knows he needs to keep up appearances. As Eld hugs and talks to Lars, Levi moves forward in the line and is face-to-face with you. You awkwardly smile at him.

Others are behind him, so Levi tries to keep his cool by emulating what he’d seen everyone else do when they greeted you; he gently puts his hands on your arms and moves closer, then places a gentle kiss on your left cheek. It’s so fast, but Levi feels you squeeze his biceps just a bit as he pulls away.

“Congratulations,” he says uncomfortably, “I hope you’re happy…uh…I wish you happiness.” He sees a blush form across your face as you look quickly at Lars.

“Thank you, Captain,” you say with a smile, “I wish the same for you,” then you quickly look away to greet the next guest.

As the sun goes down, torches are lit and the party livens up even more. Levi watches as you dance with Lars and others, your face beaming.

“Wow, they look great together, don’t you think, Captain?” a slightly drunk Eld mentions as he sways to the music. “It’s like they were meant for each other.”

“Yeah, they do,” Levi remarks, and he meant it.

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In the dark, with only the light of the full moon to guide him, Levi rode back to Survey Corps Headquarters. As he walks up the stairs to his room, he unties his cravat and takes off his jacket. Suddenly, all the feelings he’d suppressed throughout the day begin to surface. Emotions he’s no longer accustomed to feeling: frustration, jealousy, longing…

But how did he expect this to end, and how did he expect himself to feel? He knows that if he’d told you to leave Lars and be with him that day in his office you would have done so. But he pushed you away. Again. Just as he’d done so many times before.

He unbuttons his shirt halfway and walks over to the washbasin. As he splashes his face with cold water, flashes of your face come to his mind:

Your smiling, dirty face as you tell him your name the first time he meets you as a boy. Your face at peace as you both slept on your small mattress as children and the same peaceful expression when you slept together as adults. Your eyes, full of love, each time you’d have sex in your apartment in The Underground.

“Love isn’t a strength.”

You were his one weakness, the one thing he couldn’t forget, and the only choice he regretted. He knew that now. He looked at himself in the mirror, anger growing in his heart.

“Fight with the Survey Corps, Levi! Humanity needs your skill.”

He’d given up ever being with you in order to follow Erwin and help lead humanity to freedom. He thought he could forget you and live a life of service - a penance for what happened to Farlan and Isabelle. But does it really make a difference? Why couldn’t he just have a simple life…with you? That’s all he’d ever wanted, and the guilt of that desire is driving him crazy.

He’d pushed you away so many times, and fate had always brought you back together. This time, you were gone for good. You’ll be laying in someone else’s bed tonight, whispering words of love in their ear, touching their body. His breathing becomes heavier as he stares at himself, his resentment for Kenny, Erwin, and even himself expanding like a pressure valve needing to be released.

His fist punches the mirror, shattering it into tiny fragments that fall on the floor and washbasin. He looks at his right hand and sees the blood running down his forearm, but the pain in his heart surpasses any physical pain he might feel.

He takes a few deep breaths to get his thinking straight, then wraps his hand in a rag. He needs to clean up this mess he’s made.

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The Cottage Part 3

Summary: Rex is unable to resist you in an oversized sweater. Then, he springs some news on you.

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x Wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUTTTT. Oral (f receiving). Unprotected sex between spouses. Kitchen sex. Rex on his knees. Need I say more? You thought there was desperate fucking in the last part??? Oooh boy. Angst. (I'm sorry lol)

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I was writing Do You Hear the People Sing Part 3 and then I just couldn't get these two out of my mind.

Oh and here’s a NSFW gif for what helped inspire the kitchen scene.

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The dishes from breakfast are almost done. They didn’t take long to do, you realize as you look out the kitchen window at the ocean just beyond the field of wildflowers. It was a pretty day out already, barely a cloud in the sky. Maybe you and Rex could go down to the beach for a swim later. There aren’t many more nice days before the colder months will start coming in. 

Music is playing softly from the radio and you can’t help but sway to the music as you wash the last plate. It’s the little things like this that remind you every single day how beautiful life is. How lucky you are that you get to wake up every single morning with your husband and eat breakfast together. 

Rex watches you from the kitchen table, unable to take his eyes off of you. The way your hips are swaying to the music as you finish up the dishes. The feeling immediately goes to his lower half. He glances down at the hard-on he’s about to be sporting. He can’t help it. You look so beautiful in your large sweater that goes down to your midthigh because it’s too big for you. Everytime you reach to hang the plate to dry, your sweater lifts, exposing your bare ass and Rex thinks he’s going to combust. He knows that you know that he loves it when you don’t wear underwear. Are you doing this to him on purpose? Rex gets up from his seat and walks over to you to find out.

When you feel strong hands slide around your waist and lips on your neck, you sigh with content underneath Rex’s hold and expose your neck even more for him. Then, you feel his hardened length against your ass and you go warm all over. 

“Now?” You ask him, amused.

“Now.” He groans, grinding his clothed length up against you as he tucks his face in your neck, kissing just below your ear.

You’d be lying if you said the feeling didn’t go straight to your core. Unable to even try to resist him, you push your ass back against him and he pushes your sweater up so that your rear is exposed to him. He rubs his hand over your left cheek before placing a swift smack to it. You let out a whimper and he moans softly before dropping to his knees behind you. He’ll never get used to sight of you. You’re still the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. How you chose him, he’ll never know. You could have been with any man in the rebellion and yet you chose him.

Rex runs his large firm hands up the backs of your thighs until he reaches your ass. Giving your cheeks a rough squeeze, he bites one side and you let out a yelp that turns into a moan. Gripping the edge of the sink for support, he starts to trace his tongue to your already wet folds. You drop your head forward with a sharp sigh when he reaches your pussy and your knees already start to buckle. Because he just knows you the way he does, he gives your legs firm support by holding them as he starts licking into your pussy. 

“You like being on your knees for me, daddy?” You boldly tease him, reaching your hand around to hold his head right there. 

He hums into you and you let out a long moan. When he lets go of one of your thighs, he starts to tease your clit with one of his fingers. The whimper that you let out makes him chuckle. 

“Want to come on your face like this.” You pant. 

“Trust me little one, you’re going to.” He promises.

Starting to lick into you more fervently, rubbing your clit at this different angle, you start to feel your orgasm quickly approaching. There was no way you weren’t making a complete mess all over your husband’s face. You felt like you were drowning him by the absolutely obscene wet sounds that were coming from you. 

“Always taste so good.” Rex praises you. “Can’t get enough.” 

Your orgasm hits you hard and quick, sending a white hot flash throughout your body and you cum, screaming your husband’s name and gripping the sink faucet for more support. 

All Rex can think about is how angelic you sound every single time you cum for him. It’s almost enough to make him finish in his pants. Sometimes, it has been. He’s never embarrassed about it, though and you always offer to clean him up. 

When Rex stands up, he takes an extra dish towel off the counter and wipes his face, all the way down his throat.

“Sorry about the mess.” You kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Don’t ever be sorry about that.” He tilts your chin up toward him, holding it there so that you listen to what he’s about to tell you. “If you ever want to make a mess on my face, you just let me know. I’ll gladly get on my knees for you and worship you like the goddess you are if you let me.” He winks before letting you go. 

“Believe me, I’ll take you up on that.” You promise him with warm cheeks.

You turn around to finish drying the dishes and Rex suddenly gets another idea. One that he was thinking of earlier. 

Suddenly, your legs are kicked slightly apart and you feel Rex’s hardened length start to slowly slide into you and you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever let out in your life. Not only was it a surprise, it was a very welcomed one. Rex pulls your sweater up and over your body, dropping it to the floor, and starts to guide you over to the kitchen table, pushing you down on your front so that your breasts hit the cold wooden table. 

“Tell me again, little one… who does this pussy belong to?” He murmurs, holding your arms behind your back with one hand.

“You, my love.” You moan. 

Slowly starting to thrusting into you, he drags his cock out of you slowly before slamming back into you roughly. With a whimper, you try to push back against him, needing more. 

“That’s right, baby girl. It’s all mine. Whenever I want it.” He groans as he repeats the motion. “Say it.”

“It’s all yours. Whenever you want it.” You repeat, breathlessly.

You mean it, too. Rex could wake you up with his cock in you and you’d absolutely say thank you. 

Rex picks up his pace and starts slamming into you mercilessly. Completely at a loss for words, all you can do is beg and moan for your husband, eagerly. When he pulls out of you, you whine desperately at the feeling of emptiness. 

He chuckles. “Patience, cyare.” 

You let out a grumble and he flips you over, pushing his cock back into you. Your back arches off the table and he slides his hand down your breasts, traveling down your stomach and landing at your clit. Still sensitive from earlier, a pathetic whimper leaves your throat.

“Please…” You manage to whisper.

“My pretty little wife… always begging for her riduur’s cock.” He teases. “Like music to my ears.”

“Pl… please.” You gasp, clenching around Rex as you feel another orgasm starting to build up. “Please Rex, I need to cum again.”

“Clenching around me… so perfectly.” He groans. 

Applying more pressure to your clit, he pushes one of your legs back so he can reach deeper inside of you. He takes his fingers off your clit and slides them into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his thick fingers. Eyes sliding closed, you moan around him. Even more eager than before, he starts hitting that perfect spot inside of your cunt and you immediately soak him, coming quickly all over him. 

“Oh maker-” He groans. 

You realize you just squirted all over him because your lower half is absolutely drenched. Before you can even get a word in, he pulls you up and pushes back into you, picking you up and turning you around so your legs are around his waist. He slams you up against the fridge, repeatedly and desperately thrusting into you. 

Neither of you are able to say anything that has an ounce of coherence, but you don’t care. His need to fuck you relentlessly is so hot, you don’t think you’ll ever come down from this high. You don’t want to. It feels like he’s destroying your dripping cunt in the most perfect way and you don’t ever want him to stop.

Sliding a hand around your throat, he kisses you passionately. You place your hand over his, needing him to keep it there. Understanding, he tightens his grip slightly.

“I love you.” He murmurs against your lips. 

Thrust.

“I can’t believe I ever lived a life without you.”

Thrust.

The love your husband has for you can only be matched with your own. You think he knows that.

“I love you.” You moan breathlessly as he starts to come quickly, spilling himself into you with all that he has. 

Both of you are gasping for breath, your chests heaving against each other. Looking into each other’s eyes with an intense gaze, you realize there’s something he’s not telling you. You’ve been together long enough now, you know when he’s keeping something from you. Not that he does that often. Only when it’s hard news. 

“What is it?” You ask him, breathlessly.

He finally pulls out of you and his cum leaks out of you, down your thighs, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he starts to look away from you. Gently trying to bring his face to yours, you make him look at you.

“I have to go on a trip… with the Ghost crew. One last mission type of thing.” He murmurs. “It’s not really dangerous. But you never know with the Empire.”

You’ve been lucky that you’re able to live somewhere where the Empire doesn’t have eyes. Also, you know that the Ghost crew doesn’t ask him for much. 

“Wolffe, Kallus, Hera, and Zeb will all be there. So there’s really nothing to worry about. I just really hate leaving you.” He cups your face, looking down at you sadly. “I told them this was the last one.”

The feeling of despair starts to make itself known in your stomach. Aware that there’s nothing you can do, you nod, putting a brave face on. You knew what you were getting yourself into with Rex when you married him. He’s one of the bravest people you know. You left the Rebellion, not because you didn’t believe in it, but because you were tired. You wanted a life with Rex that didn’t involve constant fighting. Rex is tired, too. You know that. But he’s never one to leave the people he cares about hanging. So you pull him in for a long kiss, soaking up every single moment with him. 

“When do you have to leave?” You ask him.

“A few days.” He answers you, still looking apologetic.

“Then, you better do a whole lot of making up for it. Before and after.” You smirk.

Pulling your body back against his, he chuckles sadly but in agreement. “How could I say no to that?”

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//Song Family Reunion! Well, At Least Some Of The Family- A Kam Oneshot//

hey guys! happy holidays, heres a kam oneshot below the cut! enjoy!

contents: major kam fluff and angst on the side, tam’s childhood trauma, keefe’s childhood trauma, mai’s domestic abu$e, slight fedex, ro slaying the day, #fistbump

WARNING: MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABU$E, STAY SAFE!

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"Take that, you hooligan!"

The bright yellow beach ball knocks me on the head. It doesn't hurt much, but I am in a relatively good mood today- or as good as I can possibly be. I crumple to the ground onto the soft black sand of the Shores of Solace, letting out a sigh of defeat. A boy with bubblegum pink hair snickers from behind me.

I throw the beach ball at Fitz's head. He doesn't bother pretending to be hurt; he just laughs at me and Keefe.

"Ow," he giggles, throwing the beach ball back into Keefe's hands and plopping down on the soft ash-colored sand. He frowns, glancing at the pretentious mansion behind him. "How long do we have to do this?"

"Until Dad of the Year gets officially pissed." Keefe ruffles his sunny blonde hair and copies Fitz's frown. "Weird. He seems to be having more patience than usual today."

"I think you're making progress," I offer, pointing at the highest window where Lord Cassius, my boyfriend's father, rests his pathetic little feet. "See those curtains? He just closed them, but he can't block out the sound. It's only a matter of time before he caves."

"You would be making a point if you didn't say that half an hour ago. Besides, it's- what three hours till dinnertime? I have to get ready for a date," Fitz complains.

"Who takes three hours to get ready?" I mutter to myself, but loud enough for Keefe to hear.

"Fitz, apparently," Keefe snickers. Fitz flushes a dark crimson.

"For the record, your hair looks fine," Ro says from a bright green beach towel several feet away from us. "But if you want me to style it better-"

"I'm good, thanks," Fitz says before Ro could suggest some of her ideas. "But something tells me I'd look better without maggots burrowing into my scalp."

"Not maggots!" she corrects indignantly. "Just bacteria!"

"Very big bacteria," Keefe jokes. Fitz sighs in exasperation.

"Where do you have your date with Dex anyway?" I ask.

"Rimeshire," Fitz boasts before his mind could process my words well enough to correct himself. His face reddens the more Keefe rolls on the sand in laughing tears.

"Alright, you can go put your non-maggots in your hair if you'd like, Fitzy," Keefe teases. "No one's forcing you to be here."

"Considering Dex's questionable taste," Ro says, wrinkling her nose at Fitz, "maybe he would like maggots."

"Oooh, how well do maggots get along with tomples?"

"Alright, screw you guys," Fitz scoffs, holding up his leaping crystal to the sky. "Good luck on being a disappointment." And with those happy words, he glitters away into the afternoon sun.

"Alright, should we keep playing?" I am surprised to see Keefe looking at where Fitz used to stand with a wistful expression. Adopting an expression of concern, I sit up and walk over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"It's just..." Keefe blinks, and I am startled to see tears running down his cheeks. "My whole life I've dreamed of having a nice family I could settle into. Like how Fitz settled in with Dex after his parents kicked him out. But I..." His ice-blue eyes meet mine, and I know what he is thinking.

"I know. My parents..." I pause, falling short of my arsenal of good words to phrase the truth. "Aren't ideal. I'm sorry." I turn away, feeling a sense of shame burying into my chest.

Keefe's eyes widen out of the corner of my eye just as Ro picks up her towel and moves further down the beach. He cups my face, pulling it towards him. "Hey, that's not what I meant. I'm so lucky to have you, and I couldn't ask for anything more. I just-"

"I could try."

Keefe's eyes widen again, and the look on his face is enough to stop my heart for a solid two seconds. The look of hope, of all the dreams he had stockpiled in his head from the moment he realized he never was going to find what he wanted, what he needed, in his own family of blood. "What?"

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, my parents have been trying to get in touch with me lately. Saying they've changed. I don't believe them, but if it means so much to you..."

Keefe smiles sadly. "Bangs Boy, you don't have to do that."

I know I don't have to. But the look of hope Keefe gave me planted a seed of determination inside my head. I am going to try, and nobody can change my mind.

***

"Bangs, I told you that you didn't have to do this."

Keefe pesters me with complaints as we walk hand in hand up to my parents' house, but he didn't refuse to follow me.

"I told you before, I want to. And hey, if things go wrong, the door will be right next to us, okay?" I turn around to look Keefe in the eyes. He smiles gratefully and pulls me into a warm hug.

"Thank you," he whispers with a fierce kind of passion. "I love you."

I allow myself to melt into his embrace. "Love you too, Keefe." Too soon I pull away, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand. "Ready?"

"Ready." We reach the door and Keefe looks at me with concern. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I elbow him in the side. "We're literally at the door. What do you think?"

Keefe shrugs. "Just making sure. Alright, you reunite with your family and tell me to come in when you're ready for me."

"Alright, see you soon." I kiss his cheek once more and knock on the door, waving fondly to him as he scampers to the safety of a potted plant.

The faint sound of footsteps down stairs, familiar voices. I told them I would be coming sometime today. I didn't mention Keefe. That wasn't my cleverest move. (Or maybe it was. The only thing I could do now was find out and see.)

I look around. The porch is covered with potted plants and overgrown vines blossoming Mom's favorite flowers that I remembered her sprinkling on teacakes because she thought they looked pretty that way. The porch has a strange mix of familiar and foreign qualities smashed together like the edges of two worlds colliding into one. Something about the porch makes my eyes well with tears, which I wipe away almost as quickly as they come.

My heart stops as I hear the unlocking of the door.

A familiar woman steps out of the house with soft, delicate features and smooth black hair. Her silvery blue eyes widen.

A pair of smooth arms engulf me into a hug, crushing me despite their small size. Teardrops drip down my neck and my tunic, the sound of quiet sobbing in my ear.

"Tammy, I've missed you." That was the nickname Mom called me before I left with Linh.

"I've missed you too, Mom," I whisper hoarsely in her ear, feeling tears fill my eyes again only to wipe them away with my finger.

When my mother finally pulls away, she holds my shoulder steady and looks into my eyes with the concern to make me crumple to the ground, after so many years of only getting that kind of look from Linh. "How have you been?"

That's a hard question to answer, I admit. I think of the Neverseen fights, the pain, the injuries, the feelings of loneliness and loss.

I think of the friends I made, the smiles I let spread across my face for once, the love I spent on so much more people than I could ever have imagined.

A ghost of a smile breezes past my lips. "I think I've been okay."

Mom smiles back at me, gesturing to the opened door behind her. "Would you like to come inside?"

I fight back a grimace. I know the veiled meaning behind those carefully crafted words. Mom wants to know if I want to see Dad. The truth? I don't. Not really.

I think of the disdainful looks my Dad gave me back when I was little, when I didn't have any reason not to love myself for who I was. I think of the way he treated my mom like garbage, bossing her around like she owed him something when the only thing she ever owed him was a kick to the testicles. I think of the way he treated Linh like a mini version of Mom, like gardening flowers and baking cakes was the only future the universe had in store for her. Mom treated Linh badly, but Dad was on a whole different level.

But then I think of the expression of happiness on Keefe's face when I told him I would be getting him what he wanted. No, what he deserved.

Oh, Keefe would be mad if he knew I did something I didn't want to do because of him. I bite my lip and push down the false words of consent I was ready to give. "No," I say.

I thought that Mom would be at least a little surprised. Perhaps even angry that I would get so far only to reject the company of my father. But she only hangs her head and looks at me with a face of understanding and tears. A snot bubble pokes out from her left nostril.

She throws her arms around me again, sobbing uncontrollably into my ear. I hug her back this time, wrapping my arms around her like a blanket. I feel a sharp pang realization in my chest, like a knife to the chest.Mom despises it here.

Eventually, she pulls away again, still crying her heart out. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be letting you comfort me on a day like this-"

"No," I say firmly. "No." I rest my hands on her shoulder and see her tear tracks. My gaze travels slightly downwards and my fists curl in anger.

An ugly blotch of violet is on her right cheek, barely concealed by a heavy layer of makeup. But it's there.

"Mom, has Dad been-"

Mom breaks down in tears again, digging her fingernails into my back. My mouth curls into a snarl and I patiently wait for her crying to cease.

"Tammy, what are you-"

I march into the house, up the carpeted stairs, and down the hall. My head pounds like the beat of a thousand drums and my blood boils so much I think my skull is going to explode.

Sure enough, Dad is there. In his office, with a book cradled in his hands. I walk up to himself, heaving furious breaths, and wait until he decides to stop ignoring his son and look up.

And then I punch him, square in the jaw. A groan crumples out of her mouth, dark red pouring out from his nose. I march back down the stairs, the pounding in my head starting to slow.

"Oh, Tammy," Mom cries out when I come back. Tears are still drenching her face, but slower this time. I think she has subconsciously realized that she has nothing left to spare for her husband- tears or anything else.

Mom suddenly stops crying, and I look at her in confusion. My eyebrows shoot up as I look at her face, blotchy and red. Her tears have washed off some of her makeup, revealing more of her bruise. I can't help but narrow my eyes at the marks my dad, no- Quan Song- made on her. But that's not the thing that catches my eye. On her face is a look I've never seen before. A look of pure fury.

She picks up a small potted flower on a table by the door. It's a pretty magenta one, generously watered and cared for.

Mom smashes the pretty flower on the porch, shattering the porcelain vase holding it. My jaw drops in sheer awe as one thought takes over inside my head.

Mai Song is not going to be Quan Song's perfect, pretty wife any longer.

I scowl at the image in my mind of Quan. Why did I even come here, if I knew how much of an ass he was?

I look back at the potted plant on the side of the house. A trace of messy blond hair waits patiently as it peeks out from behind pink flowers. I suppress a chuckle. Whether he is trying to make me laugh on purpose or simply terrible at hiding is beyond my knowledge. "Oh, um, Mom?"

Mom is staring at the shattered porcelain but eventually looks up to meet my gaze. I am shocked to see a toothy grin painted on her cheeks.

It's good to her see smile, after so long.

"I have someone I'd like you to meet."

I whistle, and a rascal of a blonde boy scurried out of the porch, ice-blue eyes flashing with excitement. He holds out a shaky, sweaty hand to my mother.

"Mom, this is Keefe Sencen. My boyfriend."

Mom's eyes widen, and for a second my heart is paralyzed with fear until Mom gives Keefe the most heartwarming smile in the world and gives him a fistbump.

Keefe's eyes widen too, maybe because of the out-of-character gesture or because of her grin. He recovers, barely, then returns the fistbump.

"Nice to meet you, Tam's boyfriend," Mom says warmly. "I'm going to take all the pies I baked for Quan and give them away. Would you like to share one with my son?"

Keefe's eyes fill with tears and just like my mom, he breaks down into tears, leaning on her shoulders (that Mom seems to hold a little higher than usual) for support.

Once Keefe stops crying, he looks at my mom with glassy eyes filled with joy. "I would love some pie."

Mom grins. "Great. I'm going to pack my bags and then we'll get out of here. Okay?"

Keefe barely manages a nod before breaking down into tears again, this time on my shoulder. After such an eventful day, it feels embarrassingly nice to feel his warmth on my skin. I suppress a blush and bury my head in my boyfriend's sunny blonde hair.

"Is this what it feels like?" Keefe whispers. "To be welcome?"

"I think so," I whisper back, clutching her back in my arms as the next round of tears comes.

Man, I'm really going to need to clean my shirt after this, I think to myself. I smile.