#interrupting something and that something isnt always good

[squeakadeeks]

if i had a dollar for every time a religious missionary knocked on my door to "spread the good news" while i was actively in an acute mental health crisis i'd have 2 dollars, which isnt a lot but also. how many times does this have to happen before they stop coming.

[sylusismybby]

It wasn't like Sylus to be rough with you, he was usually sensual, dominant, yes, but sensual. You knew right off the bet the moment he came home that he wasn't going to be nice today, something pissed him off, and he needed a release. "Why so loud, sweetie?" His hands were gripping your hips, he wants currently cockwarming you, not moving his hips one bit despite all your please. The moment you try moving your hips, he slaps your ass as a warning. "No no, not until I say so." His speech is interrupted with a slight groan as your walls squeezed around his length, he wants to fuck up into you and take you right then and there. But if he does that means he would be giving into you and he really isn't feeling generous today. Your nails dig into his shoulder, another desperate moan leaving your swollen lips. "Watch those hands, kitten."

Sylus watches you struggle on his lap for a bit before getting up from his chair with you in his arms, his cock still buried deep inside of you. You gasp as your back hits the wall, legs immediately wrapping around him, his lips connect to your neck and he bites as his hips start to move. He doesn't start slow like usual, he starts with a rough pace, fucking you against the wall. Your reactions just make him want to ruin you more, those sweet moans of his name, your hands tugging on his white hair, oh you'll be a mess once he is done with you. The thrusts don't slow down, his cock hits your spot, your head leans back against the wall, his name falling from your lips like a song. And he wants to let you cum, have you squirm in his hands and turn to mush but again, he isnt feeling generous tonight. He pulls out of you without a warning, leaving you to look at his direction with confusion in your face. That's a new one, he hasn't seen you make a face like that before. "Don't be so shcoked, kitten. You knew i wouldn't be easy on you tonight."

Carrying you back to the bed, he gets between your legs, kissing you sloppily. His hand roams down to your pussy and he teases your folds before entering two fingers inside of you. Your back arches and you moan into his next kiss, Sylus pulls away, biting on your lower lip as he does so. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, enjoying your every response to his actions. It won't take long for you to reach your high, he knows your body better than anyone else but he won't let you cum, not until you beg. He kisses the side of your face, fingering you harder. "Come on. You know what I want to hear." You would hate to give him that satisfaction however it's getting harder and harder. Sylus loved that about you, your stubborness despite the fact that he always wins, you always give into him. "Please...please Sylus I need to come!" There it is, exactly how he wanted you. "That's my good girl." Pulling his fingers out of you, he turns your body around so you were face down, ass up. He teases your entrance before slamming into you.

Gripping the sheets, you gasp loudly. His hands grip your hips hard, thrusts unforgiving and sloppy. "Yeah, that's it. Scream my name." One of his hands grabs your hair and he pulls, not enough to make it hurt but enough for you to feel it. Tears start streaming down your face from pleasure, your hips move back against him. Sylus stops his movements just to watch you fuck yourself on his cock. You starts to whine, that feeling burning deep inside of your loswer stomach, your whole body feels hot, you need to come. "Sylus! I have to cum! Please!" He starts thrusting hard into you again, his own orgasm approaching, you were so obedientfpr him, it made him crazy. "Go ahead, kitten." The moment he says that you let it go, coming around his cock. Sylus fucks you through it, before he comes himself, filling you up with his warm seed.

[midniqhtt]

mattheo riddle

masterlist • slytherin boys • 05/12/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 no smoke, only love in the air I @papercorgiworld

When the guys notice that you don’t like their smoking habit they quit, but dealing with the withdrawal has your boyfriend constantly needy for a kiss.

𑣲 pansys interrogation I @/papercorgiworld

Weird behaviour and rumours have Pansy asking questions and figuring out who the guys are crushing on.

𑣲 mattheo I @/papercorgiworld

The things Mattheo Riddle does for love

𑣲 gryffindor fevers I @/papercorgiworld

While the Slytherins usually bully you, everything drastically changes when you go missing and Mattheo finds out he might have, what Pansy calls: Gryffindor fever.

𑣲 “i’m not sorry” I @/papercorgiworld

A game of spin the bottle with your brother’s best friend, what could possibly go wrong? 

𑣲 can’t catch me now I @unmarlou

your disappearance alongside the golden trio during the rise of his father leaves mattheo hallow.

𑣲 please please please I @writingsbychlo

mattheo is your slightly toxic, slightly unhinged, but absolutely adoring and completely obsessed boyfriend.

𑣲 hide and seek I @/writingsbychlo

you and mattheo play a little game on hallowe’en.

𑣲 for you I @mrsbarnesblog

Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly do not punishes your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

𑣲 whos afraid of little old me I @thestarsarebrightertonight

mattheo riddle isnt scared of anything , but when you blew up at him for messing up your potion. he felt fear for the first time. fear of a usually bubbly hufflepuff.

𑣲 i can fix him (no i really i can) I @/thestarsarebrightertonight

mattheo riddle is cold as ice , he always has been , so who are you to think you can fix him?

𑣲 the alchemy I @/thestarsarebrightertonighy

mattheo riddle hasnt left you alone with his relentless flirting since third year , youre sick of it! or are you?

𑣲 love blooms in strange places I @amongemeraldclouds

When Mattheo was assigned to help you tend to the greenhouse as punishment, he never expected detention could be so pleasant.

𑣲 apocalypse I @sadnymi

𑣲 cloud nine part 2 I @/sadnymi

The "jinx girl," as they call her, is said to bring bad luck. However, when Mattheo Riddle decides to get to know the school's most neglected girl and takes matters into his own hands, Y/N's life is turned upside down in a mere night.

𑣲 on a night like tonight I @weasleyreidstyles

𑣲 starlight I @wordsarelife

mattheo had been liking you for years and when you loose your cat, it's finally his time to prove how good of a boyfriend he would be

𑣲 the game I @/wordsarelife

after one night with you, mattheo can't help but want more. sadly, you aren't the type for relationships

𑣲 unexpected I @suugarbabe

𑣲 magical creatures I @/suugarbabe

𑣲 mirrorball moon I @iris-qt

mattheo riddle goes out of his way to make your life a living hell. what happens when jealously takes over at the yule ball? how will he fix things…

𑣲 5 days to forever I @/iris-qt

mattheo riddle strikes up a bet with his friends which gives him 5 days to confess to the girl of his dreams. he tries and tries but something always seems to interrupt them.

𑣲 brain and heart I @muntitled

Jealousy makes the heart grow fonder.

𑣲 a green and silver ring I @miryum

An arranged marriage between you and Mattheo, one that might lead to something beautiful

𑣲 brother best friend I @pizzaapeteer

𑣲 she will be loved part 2 I @/pizzaapeteer

Reader is hopelessly and madly in love with her best friend Mattheo while constantly having her heart broken living in the shadows of other girls. Unaware that he’s hiding a secret and unable to express the truth about how he feels for her too.

𑣲 speed dating I @/pizzaapeteer

street racer!mattheo can't take his eyes off you even when he's driving, especially when you bring his heart to life by impressing him with your own skills.

𑣲 yes, really I @ageofstarkey

you’re drawing in the astronomy tower to clear your head & mattheo finds you

𑣲 poor thing I @/ageofstarky

you’re on your period, and matthéo’s there to help you feel less awful.

𑣲 can’t move on I @0luv9

He was done fucked, a weak man on his knees for her, mad for her, in love with her and funny enough she didn't know. Him sleeping around isn't helping him though.

𑣲 sharp kisses I @crvptidgf

after begging Mattheo to mark you as his, he finally gives in

𑣲 if i can’t have you baby I @angelfic

you weren't quite used to the attention of other boys, and it seems your brother's best friend isn't too fond of it either

𑣲 blurb I @amiableness

𑣲 heart on my sleeve I @theostrophywife

𑣲 one of the girls I @mxrccuryy

you're tired of being mattheo’s situationship but he doesn’t seem to get that until it is too late. another night of being left as just another one of those girls makes him realise that maybe you are different

𑣲 do you still care? I @sunkissedscribbles

mattheo’s plan to see if you still care backfires completely and ends with a breakup, but are you two able to resolve what's gone wrong?

𑣲 we aren't over I @slytherinslut0

FWB gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off.

𑣲 fear I @deadghosy

fearing to harm your lover, you drink blood from another. Making the riddle himself feel jealous and angry at how you could think he can’t take it.

𑣲 me and the devil I @ahqkas

they didn't understand how you did it, how you tamed the devil, how you made him fall so deeply in love with you that the darkness in him seemed to shrink in your presence. but the truth was, you hadn't tamed him at all. you’d simply loved him, and that was all mattheo riddle ever needed to be tamed

𑣲 home is wherever i'm with you I @lexamiele

𑣲 are you ladies alright? I @allurearia

where mattheo certainty didn't expect you of all people to open the door.

𑣲 third wheeling I @iamgonnagetyouback

[harukyuu2]

Hellooo I really like your works especially the alnst ones!! ><, so can I request a Ivan, Luka, and Till x Anemic!s/o?? and could you make hcs and scenarios for each one? Tysmm! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

⋆·˚ ༘ *╰┈➤ ❝Dont fall if it isnt for me!!❞

♡ Ivan, Till, Luka x Anemic!Reader -> Gn Reader, fluff, headcanons + small scenario, the alien of Reader is implied to be abusive

↳ Till is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is always keeping an eye on you because he cant stand the thought of you fainting :(

♡ At first, he thought the reason you were so pale and cold all the time was that your guardian probably kept you caged up— he wasnt entirely wrong, that was true but it was also because you were anemic!

♡ Once he finds out? He acts calm, but in the inside he is 24/7 trying to take care of you, more if you two are still on ANAKT GARDEN

♡ He will ask you to keep your trainings easy and calm, would give you part of his food even if he recieves barely anything and would try to take naps with you if you ever felt tired (practically always)

♡ Anyways, Till isnt too sure how to help out with your anemia, but he'll be at your side! -> Literally would throw hands with the aliens for you if they are exploiting you while you feel dizzy

"Reader..."

Till called you while he watched you practice, he already told you to take it easy three times but yet you continued dancing and singing— you felt out of yourself by now but if you didnt learn this choreo, you didnt want to know what your guardian could do to you...

"N-not now Till, i have to learn this" - You say with a shaky breath trying to focus even if your gaze was blurry and your heart was starting to beat faster.

Till, letting out a frustrated sigh, finally stood up from where he was sitting. - "Stop being dense, I dont want you to—" - Before he could finish his lecture, you tripped, your vision going pitch black for a moment. He was quick to catch you, even as you practically fell into him

You two were on the floor for a moment, your head resting in Till's shoulder until his shaky hand decided to caress your hair finally— with a sigh, he tried to calm the red from his face while you leaved a small laugh, even if you felt tired he kept you close and that made you happy, deciding to finally hear his lecture.

"Youre so stupid...atleast rest like this a moment, alright? I'll protect you from your guardian if he acts like a dumbass...i promise."

↳ Ivan is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ This boy is always analyzing you, so that means the moment he knows you have anemia, is the moment he tried to find books about it

♡ He would try EVERYTHING to make your situation better. Bad diet? Yeah, you can have his, he always gets good food. Lack of sun? He would try to get you out and get some with the excuse of doing photoshoots or something!

♡ If you ever felt tired (most of the time better said) he is the first one to make you sit down and rest while talking nonstop the symptoms of anemia so you stay still

♡ He cuddles you a lot! If you feel embarassed of always being cold, no worries— i think he is just as cold as you are! So seek warm together <3

♡ Your personal reminder to take care of you, literally everyday he will try his best for you to feel better! And you better listen to him, because if you're overworking yourself instead of paying attention to him, he'll just drag you to rest.

"Okaay, so you eated good today! We can have a little break and then i can help you practice your vocals on that song—" - Ivan was interrupted by you standing abruptly, but he kept that smile that showed his fang always

"No, i should train now and uhh..." - You tried to end the sentence, but standing quickly got consequences for you, making the dizziness appear while your gaze stumbled

Ivan noticed and just leaved a small laugh, even if he heard your grumbles, he made you climb onto his back so you could rest while he walked

"C'monn, lets rest a little and then i'll help you practice, you have to hear me you know! Just...dont throw on me"

With that being said, Ivan dragged you against a tree, hoping the artificial sun of ANAKT GARDEN would help you while he hummed your song, talking about how pretty it would sound once you sang it.

↳ Luka is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is so head over heels for you that he thought for a moment that maybe giving his blood to you would help :( Like, when you two were childs, he hitted his mouth thinking that blood would help you

♡ Listen, he has tons of things to check his health state too. He would try to see if any of them could help you

♡ Even if you had clones, he isnt letting you go. So, with his little knowledge from books, he would start taking care of you even if its pretty harsh or indirect with his lectures ♡ Would try to share his food with you, fails successfully because his ass is a big eater. Still, he always tries to make sure you're eating well, and when you dont, he'll call you out on it. If its because the aliens dont give you enough? He'd let you bite him to calm the hunger

♡ He isnt the most healthy person either, so he understands you when youre tired or dizzy. He was always forced to continue training even when he feels like that, but for you he'd force you to take it easy "Lukaaa...c'mon we have to learn this or else were gonna fail the collab!" - You say crossing your arms while Luka gazed boredly at you Even if you felt a little dizzy by now, your guardian managed to get you a collab with Luka! An important event since he was known as the ruler of the stage. The bad thing for both of you? it counted with a choreo and you urged to learn it well to not be punished for a mistake during the collab, even if it meant overworking yourself.

Luka sighed, standing up and putting his hands on your shoulders - "Dont be stupid, i know you didnt have a big meal today and by the look of your eyes youre kinda dizzy, arent you? Im giving you the chance to rest, just take it." Seeing the small guilt and worry in your averted gaze made him feel something— you always make him feel something, dont you? He sighed again, rolling his eyes as he took your wrist, guiding you towards his messy room, filled with things for his health and papers all over the floor. With a swift move, he managed to lay you on his bed, and without hesitation, he joined you, hugging you close, his head resting on your shoulder without thinking too much about it "Stay here— you dont want to faint, do you? So use your head for a moment and cuddle with me..."

You sighed, letting him win the argument as always as you resigned to caress his hair. Maybe you can train later, now you have a new task in hand— that a sleepy Luka doesnt end up confusing you for something sweet and bitting you!

[sirxlla]

Non-Emergencies

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Warnings: Fluff, use of Y/N

Prompt: Your Grandma calls 911 to flirt with the firefighters

Notes: Female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Your grandma needed a little extra help around the house after her hip replacement so you, your mother and father were taking care of her. Currently you were on Grandma duty for the next six hours.

"You should see the firefighters at the station near here, they are just the cutest and the one with the little mark above his eyebrow? Oh, you'd really like him."

You left her alone for five minutes while you got the Uber Eats order and she had already made the call to 911. She put the phone down like she hadn't just commited a crime so of course you expected that maybe she'd called a friend or answered the phone or something, something really benign.

"LAFD, Ma'am are you alright." The 118 had seen your grandmother before, she was a 'frequent flyer' is what they called her. She did often call when she was lonely or couldn't understand how to turn on the tv but she secretly wanted company or to oogle the men.

"Grandma, Why's the fire department here?" You asked with shock and a tad bit of annoyance.

"Is that who I called?" She acted innocent and again like it isnt a crime to call the fire department for nothing.

"That is who you called, Ms. Dotty." Eddie spoke to her and did a check to make sure she's fine cause he has to.

"She's fi-" You started but your grandma interrupted.

"My hearts a little fast but maybe thats just cause of you." The seventy year old flirted with the brunette man.

"Well, arent you a charming showstopper as always, Ms. Dotty." Eddie replied back.

"She doesnt even need anythin-" You start to tell the other man before looking up at him, he had the mark near his eyebrow like she said and god was he beautiful, a killer smile, his hair a bit curly and his eyes were like seas of endles-

"Yeah, we kinda figured but we don't mind checkin up on her." Buck interrupts your thoughts with and you felt weak in your knees as soon as his smile widened.

"Evan Buckley but you can call me Buck if you like, everyone else does." He reached out his hand.

Naturally, due to Buck being insanely charming you were already blushing which caused your grandma to wink at you when Eddie wasn't looking.

"You okay? You seem a little flushed." He retracted his hand and asked you with concern.

"No, I'm good I promise." Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks or the smile of embarrassment that was quickly fighting it's way to your face.

"I heard you boys needed volunteers for the Christmas thing you guys are putting on for the kiddos. I'm sure my granddaughter would love to help out." Your grandma kept trying to play wing-woman for you.

"Well we really do need another woman to help us out and I think she'd be perfect. Can I get your number and I'll just text you the details." Buck said in a slightly flirty tone.

"I wouldnt wanna be a both-"

"Her number is 424-555-7652. Her names Y/N but most people call her Ducky." Your grandma wrote it down and handed it to Evan.

"Awe, Buck and Duck." Eddie starts before their pagers went off with an actual call that wasnt a grandma wanting to flirt with firefighters.

"Well it was lovely to see you, Ms. Dotty!" Eddie packs up the med kit and gets ready to get out of there.

"I'll give you a call, Ducky." Buck says with a blush as he bolts out of there after Eddie.

"I don't know if I should be mad at you or not, Grandma." Still trying to hife the blush or how your eyes had memorized every part of Buck's face.

"I told you he was cute, they both are. If I was younger, I bet the brunette would go for me." Your grandma said with a smirk and a rather large amount of confidence.

"Yeah, I'm sure he would." You laugh a bit, she's always been a little bit of a minx and it was clear that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

-> Masterlist <-

[gamblersdoll]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

a dragon-king! bakugou who finally meets someone who can take him— and maybe this marriage isnt such a bad thing. p in v, virgin! katsuki, (he gets a little bit excited) established relationship, breeding kink/ pregnancy mention.

katsuki hated the fact he was the new heir to the throne, his father passing away and that was truly a part of his sanity. mitsuki was the one who pushed marriage, he had to have a wife and sooner or later, children.

‘in what fucking planet do we live in to where we have to get married, hag?’ he remembers being a teenager and asking that question over and over and over again. just to be hit with a ‘our numbers are depleting, katsuki. we have to do these things in order to survive.’

he still rolls his eyes to the thought, but not now— since his old hag of a fucking mother is actually serious. she actually seeded out women who always wanted to be a woman on the throne, a woman who has seen the dragon queens’ son and wanted to risk it all for him. he despises it, women who throw themselves to a man.

“which one do you like the most, son?” she asks, smile lines on her aged face pulled by her fanged smile. “and hurry, we dont have all day.”

“none of them.” he deadpanned.

“boy— pick one or ill have your head!”

“and everyone wonders how dad died—“ he says, before receiving a smack to the back of his blonde head. “ow!”

“pick one, now.” she repeats, fixing herself and smiling to the line of girls presented to them. “alot of them are just lively.”

he sighs, crimson eyes wandering and his eyes match onto you, seeming like you truthfully didnt want to be here. “you,” he barks, a finger pointed at you and he nods up. “do you not want to be here or something?”

“to be picked by a dragon king who doesnt have anything better to do? absolutely not.” you snort, his eyebrow twitching and mistuki chuckles.

“perfect! we’ll set both of you up on a evening together.” she announces, a good bit of the women groaning and both of you lock eyes. didnt she just hear you werent here on your own will? katsuki scoffs, storming off and a hand dragging down his face.

“please excuse him, he’s not used to these things and doesnt know his duty as the new king.” she phrases, hands on your shoulders and a beaming smile. “youre going to love my son, im sure of it.”

“uh.. okay.” you say, at a lost for words.

you would love her son, huh? yeah, guess you could say that. his temper tantrums died down over the months— yet, one thing was weirder than anything,

that hes never once initiated sex. was he nervous? no, he’s never nervous to sit you on his lap when barking orders to servants or to behead a woman for questioning your intelligence and beauty, so it couldnt be he was nervous.

“bakugou, i have a—“

“woman, ive told you to call me katsuki.” he interrupted, a hand on a hip of yours and a deep grumble in his chest. the tribal jewelry jingled against his skin, a huff from him.

“katsuki, i need to ask you something.” you correct yourself, not daring to look to him— and yet he was staring deep into you. “why dont you ever.. why dont you ever try and touch me?”

he pauses himself at the question, a tight squeeze and then he looks away. “because you ain’ ready yet.” he solemnly says, a hand patting your hip. “ill let you know when.”

“you say that every time, though.” you reply, trying to press the matter further. “whats the real reason?”

he pinches the bridge of his nose, defensively irritated. “because you arent ready, woman.” he growls, agitation reaching his veins. “im not going to sit here and repeat my damn self.”

you get off of his lap, hearing a ‘sit back down’ from his lips and storm off. you werent hurt from his words, but you were questioning them. what in gods hell did he mean ‘you werent ready?’ youre a full fledged adult, not some child who couldnt understand why she couldnt go near the ocean.

maybe a few hours later, your king stumbling in and you both lock eyes. he opens his lips, eyes burning into yours. “im not here to fight with ya,” he says, a hand reaching onto your thigh and he huffs. “i just dont think youre physically prepared, nor mentally.”

“you arent my keeper, katsuki,” you remind, looking over to him and folding your arms in a groan. it was too late for this, especially after doing daily tasks as his wife. “you dont make that decision for me.”

“technically, i do. i dont have to fuck a woman.” he reminds as well.

“and what, do you not want pups?” you ask, his eyes flickering to you and his bouncing knee stops. “or is it im just not doing something for you?”

“not once have i ever said i didnt want children with you, y/n.” he growled, his gripping on your thigh tight. “i just said that you weren’t ready for that kind of thing, what apart of that dont you understand?”

“and how do you know what i am and am not ready for? is it because you havent slept with anyone before?”

he looks at you, straight faced.. you feel a chill go through your body, and you feel as if you had entirely fucked up— forgotten that this was a dragon king that you were married to..

and that you were dealing with.

“the last woman i tried to marry with could barely take anything that i gave her, you want to be next?” he warns, a small ounce of venom tracing his lips and he raised an eyebrow. “watch how you address me.”

“you know damn well thats not what i meant—“

“so what did you mean?”

“i meant if this is your first marriage, your first woman you slept with, ever.” you admit, scrambling for words to better help your case.

“yes and no.” he replies, patting your thigh. “the many women i tried to mate with could barely handle the tip.”

“okay.. so she left you because youre big down there, boo hoo—“

“no, you’re not understanding what i’m saying.” he stops you, grabbing your hands. “im your first dragon man, so..”

“us dragon men, we are bigger than the average human being. thats why we are better suited for dragon women, because their bodies can handle it.” he explained, still staring into you. “you arent ready for that kind of thing yet—“

“yeah, if you dont even attempt with me.”

he runs his hand through his hair, a nervous scoff. “the last woman who said that, her cervix was bruised and she cant have pups now, do you want that for yourself or do you not care about us?”

“katsuki, you dont have to be scared to do this with me.” you say, not even taking into account that he was a competitor, saying such words strikes a chord within him. and his chest swells with pride, him crawling onto you.

“no one is scared, woman.”

dragon men were definitely alot bigger than the average human man, you could feel it against you through the clothes that he wore, and his hands being big enough to wrap around your entire thigh.

his lips leave your neck, a whine coming from your throat and a deep grumble comes from his. he ran hot, his palms heated and sweaty from the passion and him grinding himself into your stomach.

he was needy, he hadnt been this needy in years.

“katsuki..” you mumble, hands along his sides and he kisses your lips, shutting you up.

“you think yer’ ready, little one?” he asks, his eyes blown out and dilated. he had been waiting for this, you can tell. you nod, teeth pulling at the small of your lip corner and he nods with you. his pants fall… and he wasnt lying, being nine inches long and twenty two centimeters wide. you swallow thick, looking down to the second beast he was swinging around. “you like to listen now, dont you?”

you nod, spreading your legs and he licks his lips. you watch his crawl ontop of you, kissing your collarbone and pressing his tip against your folds.

“kat—“ you say, him grunting and looking to you. “dont be nervous, okay?”

he softens a little, immediately forgetting that and hardening again. “let me know when to stop, ‘kay?” he says, pressing his tip and pushing it in.

his eyes widen, hearing you groan from the sudden stretch and he feels heat swell in his stomach. he cant fucking believe it, watching his cock slip deeper into your walls and he starts to pant. his eyes turn to slits, his canines growing sharper and wider— he was losing himself, realizing he’d finally met a woman who can take more than just the tip of his dragon cock.

“katsukiiiii..” you whine, a hand on his pelvis and he growls. “see..? im okay.”

he licks his lips, saliva pooling at the corner and then dribbling down the side of his mouth. “no fuckin way..” he growls, gripping your hips and jerking his hips. “fucking half way.. half way.” he repeats to himself, bottoming out and he claws at the sheets.

the dragon king holds your hips, raising them a little and then pulling you up, slowly pulling you back down and letting you adjust to his size. “give it to me..” he growls out, it being a echo.

“give you what..?” you ask, chest heaving and nipple hardened.

“your grace, give me the go ahead to take you.” he repeats, seeing you nod and pressing your legs to his chest. he licks at your calves, seeing the fire inside of his eyes while his cock drives into your cervix. “fuck! take all of it— take it all!” he growls, folding you up and slamming his body weight against your thighs.

slapping of wet skin, slick and creamy folds echo throughout the dragon kings bedroom—the dragon king becoming animalistic and he grabs your breasts in each hand. “katsukikatsukikatsuki!” you chant his name, eyes rolling and you cant remember how many orgasms youve been through from the dragon king.

“fuck— fucking have them, have my fucking pups!” he rumbles, nails digging into you as crescent moons into your skin and he presses his forehead to yours. “carry my kids, fucking take them— getting fucked fat with my kids— fuckk!”

he groans, pulling you down onto his cock as he stills. his cock gets pushed out, the dragon kings’ semen being in so much amounts it forces it out. he pants, ragged breaths and he falls against you, his body returning to his original state and his eyes return normal.

“katsuki?”

“mm.” he grunts, looking up to you and his face gets covered by your plush breasts.

“i dont want to say i told you so…

but i told you so.”

“do you remember when you thought i would die from having sex with you?” you say, sitting in the bathtub and bubbles cover your wet skin. “you were so nervous.” you chuckled, putting your hands on your round belly.

“yeah.. was kind of a punk for that.” he chuckles, smile lines, but yet— frown lines pulled from his chuckle. “you look gorgeous, beautiful.” he praises, kissing your cheek and putting a hand on your belly. “water too hot?”

“im carrying dragons, katsuki.” you remind, raising your hand to his cheek and caressing it. you feel his smile, and his lips press to yours. “the midwife should be here, soon.”

she was already there, both of you being enamored with each other to miss the part that was most important.

“what do you mean she’s having triplets?!”

[dollfacefantasy]

Heyyy doll! Could you possibly write about frank castle with a reader who is really into praise and stuff, but frankie starts to do like the degradation stuff in bed and she starts getting upset? sorry if this is confusing english isnt my first language!!

MISFIRE ♡

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you and frank fit together like you were made for it. but sometimes even the two of you have miscommunications.

cw: nsfw (18+), p in v, praise/degradation, hurt/comfort-ish, age gap (reader in 20s)

a/n: no worries bb, thank you for the frank request <33

Usually, you and Frank were pretty good at reading each other. You seldom needed words to understand what the other was thinking, which was good for you since Frank didn't say more than a handful of sentences on his chatty days.

But most of the time, looking in his eyes was enough. You knew when he wanted you to take care of him but felt too proud to ask. You could tell when he'd rather you give him some space for the next hour. And the same went for you. One glance at you told him if you wanted to be babied or you just needed him to listen while you talk his ear off about people who annoyed you in your classes.

Like all couples though, you sometimes had your misfires. Times where one of you did something that accomplished nothing but pissing the other off. He learned pretty early on in the relationship that teasing you when you were on your period was off limits while you found out you shouldn't try to scare him as a joke unless you seriously wanted a gun shoved in your face.

They didn't happen too often, but he was now realizing that tonight was one of those instances.

He came home late from a pretty rough night. Bruises littered his body. Cuts, scrapes, and dried blood marked up his face. When he'd trudged through the entryway of your apartment, he was relieved to find you already fast asleep in bed. Had you been awake he could only imagine the worried look that would have taken over your features.

Instead, you remained fast asleep in your bed as he unlaced his boots and shed his clothes. He came over and planted a kiss against your temple before heading off to shower. The water washed away the remnants of the night speckled across him while the steam loosened up his muscles. He relaxed a bit, letting the adrenaline fade away and drain from his system just like the bloody stream of water was on the floor of your tub.

When he finished, he dried off, got dressed, went about the usual routine. He knew he should join you in the bed, but part of him still felt wound up. There was still the lingering anger that came with his nocturnal activities. The rage pricked at him even after the action was over, reminding him that it wasn't gone just because some of the people responsible were.

He tried swallowing it down, pretending it wasn't there so he could get some rest. But when he came back into the bedroom you had woken up. You were facing the bathroom door, your eyes sleepy and open only a crack. Just enough for him to tell you were watching him.

Looking back, he doesn't know what he was thinking. You were obviously gonna be too tired for anything more than some lazy thrusts and sloppy making out. But the version of him from twenty minutes ago hadn't put that together.

You made grabby hands at him, signaling you wanted him close. "Hi," your sleepy voice said before a yawn interrupted you.

"Hey, baby," he rumbled as he approached the edge of the mattress. The neediness radiating off of you had him half-hard already.

He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself over you before ducking down for some kisses. His lips were rough against yours, his movements much more demanding than they should have been. You let out a little noise of surprise, but it went ignored for the most part.

In all honesty, he thought you were ok with it. Your hands found his shoulders like they always did. They trailed down his biceps and squeezed the muscles. Your mouth met every kiss.

He tugged your top up to get at your panties. His fingers hooked beneath the waistband, tearing them away without a second thought. He didn't do much prep work for you. He swirled the rough pads of his fingers against your delicate little bud and figured that was all he needed. You never had a problem getting wet for him, and from the feel of it, that was still true tonight.

"You been missing me, huh?" he breathed against your mouth between kisses.

"I always do," you mumbled.

"That's my girl. Cute little pussy always ready for me to use," he said.

He should've known right then because normally a line like that would have had you rolling your hips up for more. But you didn't really respond this time around. Just pulled him into some more kisses.

He wasn't too interested in kissing though. Instead, he moved his mouth down to your neck. He nipped at the skin and scraped it with his teeth before trying to suck little marks onto the area. His hands shoved his boxers down to get at his already stiffening cock.

After giving it a few tugs, he yanked you closer and pushed your legs open nice and wide. He dragged the tip of his shaft through your slick a few times before sliding in, bottoming out in one go.

You whimpered at the stretch. You'd taken Frank so many times by this point, but he was thick. It took a little adjusting every go. He didn't really give you that tonight though.

He lowered his head to the crook of your neck and began fucking himself into your cunt. Your eyes fluttered, your breath hitching at the rough slaps of his pelvis against your thighs.

It still felt good. Every stroke brushed a pleasure spot inside you, causing you to squirm. Little whines slipped from your mouth into the darkness of the bedroom.

"That feel nice?" he grunted, slamming into you harder.

You sucked in a breath and nodded. His hand came up to cup your jaw. He squeezed it, digging his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks as a point of leverage.

It didn't hurt, but it kind of ached. The tight grip didn't cause sharp pain. You just felt like there would be a dull throb when he let go. Shaking your head a little bit, you tried to brush his fingers off, but he just jerked your head still before moving his mouth closer to your ear.

"Yeah, you just lay there and take it. Lemme do all the work like always. Fuck that slutty little pussy like she needs. Taking you for what you're good for," he muttered.

It was meaningless dirty talk, and you knew that. But something about tonight had you extra sensitive. Maybe it was the fact that you just woke up, maybe it was because you had a long day today. You just were starting to feel less good as the seconds ticked on.

"My little whore," he continued, "Takes it however I tell her to. Like a little doll for me."

He just kept thrusting harder and harder, chipping away at your will with each motion. You knew it wasn't like he was saying anything that bad. He'd said much worse before and got you off to it. It's just that when you're not in the mood for this kind of stuff, it hits in the wrong way. It feels uncomfortable and awkward, and the intense physicality of the experience exacerbates it.

Everything felt icky in the moment. Suddenly the way his head was slotted against your neck didn't feel extra close. It only made you notice how he wasn't looking into your eyes. The way he was grabbing you didn't seem so sexy. It just felt needlessly harsh and uncomfortable.

He kept thrusting, but he felt you tense up a little. At first he thought maybe something hurt. His hips began to slow, but before he could ask the question, he heard a whimper. Not the kind that bordered on being a moan. The cracked kind that came out as the last barrier before tears.

Then his hips came to a screeching halt against your center. He lifted his head from your throat and loosened his grip on your face. Pulling back to look at you, he saw the shine of tears in your eyes and the slight quiver in your lip.

"Hey..." he started softly, "Hey baby. You ok?"

He looked down at you with concerned confusion which just made you feel worse. God this was stupid.

"Y-yeah," you stammered.

His brows furrowed with worry, not convinced by your answer. The rage from earlier was abating now, replaced primarily by guilt.

"You sure?" he checked, "You can say no if that's the answer."

You sniffled and shook your head. Your hands landed on each of his cheeks and pulled his head down to rest his forehead against yours.

"I'm ok... it was just... it was too much for right now," you explained.

His chest ached at the idea that you'd been feeling uncomfortable with any of what he did, but the fact that you weren't breaking down was a good sign. You were never the best at controlling your emotions, so if something worse was wrong, he doubted you'd be able to hide it.

He could tell you didn't want this to turn into a big thing, so he tried to give you that. It wasn't like he was in the mood for some huge emotional blow out either. His hips inched back before pushing into you a little.

"Was I being too rough on my baby?" he asked.

"A little," you said.

He nodded, kissing one of your cheeks and then the other. He nuzzled your skin while slowly beginning to move his lower half again. This time around he was much more conscious of his speed. He worked with more care, still pleasuring both of you but being gentle about it.

"I'm sorry, sweet girl," he said, kissing your lips with all the love he could muster. He never would have thought himself capable of pivoting so quickly from rough and hard to slow and easy, but when it came to you, it wasn't even a difficult thing.

"I'm sorry too. I know-" you started.

"Hey, hey, none of that," he chided, his voice husky, "You're good for being honest, yeah? I'm always telling you not to be shy with me. If it's too much for you, it's too much."

"I know, I just didn't wanna make it weird cause I feel all sensitive tonight," you said.

A soft moan drifted from your lips after that as his cock continued sliding in and out of you. You hooked your arms around his back, keeping him close.

"You didn't make anything weird. You get too trapped in your own head sometimes," he said, "I'm just tense after work, y'know. But it's not your job to put up with that. If you want it soft and slow, then that's what you're gonna get."

"Thanks," you whimpered. You kissed at his neck next, trying to reciprocate the love he was giving you.

"It's nothing, honey. I always wanna take care of you. Never wanna hurt you," he murmured.

He allowed his eyes to shut for a few moments so he could get lost in the pleasure of your cunt squeezing around him. It was only for a couple seconds though. Then his gaze was back on you.

His hand returned to your face with a much more gentle touch. With a few fingers on your chin, he guided you to look at him again.

"Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes," he whispered.

You obliged the request, staring into the eyes of the man you loved so much.

"That's my girl," he praised, planting another kiss on your lips, "My perfect pretty girl."

Those words settled you completely. You didn't feel anymore discomfort from before. You relaxed into the pleasure of now, letting yourself melt away beneath him.

It didn't take either one of you too long after that to cum. Your soft little whimpers and sighs brought him to the edge while his eyes on your face and caring hands rubbing your sides got you there.

In the afterglow, he'd normally just lay there with you pressed to his side, but tonight he sat up and dragged you into his lap. He cradled your body against his chest, keeping you nice and close.

He rocked you back and forth, his large palm rubbing up and down your back.

"You ok now?" he whispered.

You nodded against his chest. "It was still good for you, right?" you asked and looked up at him from where your face was squished against his chest.

He scoffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes. "Course it was. I was with you, wasn't I?" he said.

You smiled and nodded. You knew the answer was gonna be something along those lines, but you liked hearing it. Leaning up, you gave him a quick kiss before sinking back into bed and tugging on him to cuddle. He followed and raised his arm for you to slide under.

"Tomorrow if I feel better I'll let you fuck me for real," you sighed as you got comfy against his chest.

"Oh will you?" he said with mild amusement, "For someone feeling so sensitive, you still got quite the mouth on you."

"It's just the truth," you yawned.

"Yeah, yeah. Just get some rest, alright? We can deal with how you're feeling tomorrow, tomorrow" he hushed you with a loving roll of his eyes.

He kissed your forehead and watched as you nodded and quieted down to allow yourself to fall back asleep like you had been before he got home.

[sunsbum]

THEODORE NOTT, OBSESSED.

cw: SWEARING, p in v, obsessed!theo(obvi), JERKING OFF, n more :)

ps. english isnt my first language so it might be bad <3 and hes not necessarily as obsessed as i was gonna make him originally but its whatever

Theo loved boarding school for one reason and one reason only, you.

he sees you every morning at breakfast, you guys have every class together(because he bribed the teachers) and every dinner you guys sit at the same table but at night he spends he lays in his bed jerking off to the thought of you.

running his hands over his pretty pink tip and slit, closing his eyes imaging you were there making him feel good instead of his lousy hand.

after he always felt dirty, like he was a terrible person because he thought of you like that but its not like you would ever know so whats so wrong about it?

one day he fidgeted quietly, legs bouncing. all day he thought about you and asking you a simple question.

he pays attention to the way you talk, the way your face looks when you talk about something you like. you look like a goddess to him.

“i have a question” he interrupted you, “whats up, theo?” you looked at him with confusion in your eye.

“not to be weird and if this is ill shut up immediately, but would you ever fuck me?” his eyebrows furrowed while he nervously waited for your answer.

a small smirk appeared on your face. you left out a small chuckle before answering “i mean yeah we’re friends of course i would but only if you wanted to.”

he took you up on your offer. his cock was basically bruising your cervix, “awh my poor baby am i making you feel good?” you were trying to mumble something but gave up so you end up nodding to fucked out to make out a proper sentence.

he was in heaven but aware enough to make sure not to cum to quick, “thought about this moment for awhile now” he practically moaned out.

“more, more, more, s’ good, mhm” you drag out your words and squirm underneath him.

“such a slut for lettin’ me fuck you like this” your pretty little moans egg him on, keeping him motivated to keep fucking you so perfectly.

“cumming, gonna cum.” you grip onto his hair and move your hips against his. “go ahead, cum for me baby” he pushes into you hard making you see stars.

you whimper and moan as your body gets all limp, legs trembling. he lets out a chuckle and kisses you, he loves seeing you like this, assuring him that he made you feel good.

his thrust don’t stop, your wetness being used as lubricant for him to fuck you nice and good. he’s gonna make this count just incase it doesn’t happen again. he slams into your poor cunt while leaving wet kisses all over your face and neck.

“f-fuck, love you s’ much, angel” his warm load coats your insides, makin’ it drip down your cunt and onto the sheets. “did so good baby, so good.”

[midnightsdarkangel]

I don't think Ive seen anyone breakdown this scene, but hi I really wanted to talk about Grian's characterization so far in volume 2 starting with his scene with HG in the latest chapter and where I think they're going with his character in DDVAU.

To star this off I want to talk about how Grian views HG (save for Valentines) Its always met with disdain or irritation, and I think its because of how HG presents himself to Grian, a cop, a threat. This means there's always a level of caution met with him and mild irritation.

So when Grian wakes up to HG in his room in ch18 its cold. There's this wall already up between the two because of how HG treated him in chapter 15. He was threatened. So already the second he's awake he's on the defense, he wont let HG get to him, hes in control of his emotions.

Or well, this WOULD'VE worked until he realizes HotGuy has interrupted the one thing Grian could distract himself with. Grian went for the DS to avoid dealing with Hotguy and i'm going to assume Grian's done this before when he visited. So being cut off is something Grian wasn't expecting, being forced to confront Hotguy in his space-

Hes genuinely mad.

(the fact that Grian has this red hue over him, the expression turns from this casual oh you annoy me to oh you have actually genuinely pissed me off is so clear in the way Doody draws Grian that I wanted to point out because LORD THE CHILLS I HAD)

But Grian lashes out, his reaction is explosive because he was thrown off, its such a quick moment also, something as simple as his DS being covered and being forced to deal with Hotguy was the breaking point and LORD WAS HIS REACTION INTENSE.

He's genuinely upset.

He's frozen, hes curled up faced down with fists punching the bed because that man has been pushed too far. Hotguy has repeatedly since the incident, been in Grian's space whether he's wanted it or not and its not letting Grian breathe. They do note a few times Grian didn't ask Hotguy before this to leave but I think that this was brewing over time and again its an impulsive reaction- the DS being obstructed isnt the issue here and it seems random for him to be so angry over it but I think this was built up over time from the stress Grian's been experiencing. Hotguy reminds Grian of the school, of Mother Spore and the trauma that he was left with. Its no wonder he just wants a break from it.

And I think Hotguy in that moment realized he went too far.

( I want to note as well that Grian doesnt actually move until Hotguy speaks, he's braced and tense. He's waiting for a bad reaction for his lash out)

But Hotguy calmly agrees and offers to leave leaving Grian stunned because he was listened to. Hotguy understood him.

Now here's where i'm going to pull up a comparison I realized about Grian in chapter 14. This is not the first time he has impulsively pushed someone away, because don't forget he's done this to Jimmy.

He cuts the conversation off before it can get anywhere, its abrupt.

Something I've noticed with Grian is when he pushes both of them away theres this moment of pause, where he wont look at them. He doesnt want to see what their reaction is. Between the two scenes I find it interesting that with Jimmy, Grian manages to gather the strength to carry on his point, he looks to Jimmy after a moment of composing himself and is firm if not emotionally tired. He's scared of Jimmy's reaction but he needed to put that line down. With Hotguy like i've said, his reaction was unexpected, its abrupt and its scary for him. He's just yelled at an emerald solider (heck, the HEAD of the emerald soliders) to leave him alone quite aggressively, I think Grian kept his head down because he was waiting for the aftermath.

Its so interesting to me because in both these scenes, Jimmy and Hotguy were unintentionally pushing themselves into Grian's space, both were made from good intentions, but it wasn't what Grian wanted and the fallout afterwards leaves them at a loss for words before composing themselves and trying to make the situation light once more.

Now, Im about to throw you all a curveball and say that I genuinely think that DDVAU is trying to hint to us that Grian has BPD (borderline personality disorder)

Why do I think this? We're only a couple chapters in Volume 2 you must be asking me.

And well, I think already there are some foundations being put down in front of us starting with: Attachment Issues.

Have you all wondered WHY Grian pushed Jimmy away in chapter 14 when we have seen time and time again how protective Grian is over Jimmy? He snapped at Hotguy at the mear mention of Jimmy being accused, He freaks out when he sees Jimmy got hurt in the hospital. Both are very visiral and panicked reactions:

And yet, when he sees Jimmy was hurt and Jimmy offers to be beside Grain to preen his wings, he outright refuses, and lord you can TELL Grian wasn't happy doing that.

When he gets what he wants and Jimmy backs off? He's devastated.

I think Grian is afraid of letting Jimmy be that close to him. For what reason? Im not too sure yet but this seemed very much a spur of the moment reaction- a moment of fear from Grian.

I believe that Grian is a very emotive person and at rapid paces, its quite subtle but in chapter 17 theres a moment where Grian pulls away for just a page, the second Jimmy offers again to take care of him Grian is back to that defensive wall, but its not for too long either because Grian is instantly back to being relaxed.

Grian isnt as subtle with his emotions like Scar is, he is very much an open book and while hes better at withholding them when he feels in control of a situation it shows more when he isnt:

And I think its so important to stress why this is a thing in volume 2 and not in volume 1. Because Grian seemed to be perfectly fine right?There was no issues.

This is because Grian has been majorly thrown back.

He got possessed by the spore creature, trapped Jimmy and the school and tried to kill Hotguy which he doesn't even remember, he just has brief moments of paranoia over not remembering what he did but hearing about it from everyone else. His wings are out, Hotguy KNOWS he's an avian, he's seen Jimmy hurt by what he thinks is his actions and has had Hotguy accuse Jimmy infront of him.

He's being pressured to comply with Hotguy lest he wants everyone to know hes a mutant or worse a witch which can change everything.

This man is STRESSED. Majorly so, both being pushed to his limits body wise since he was shot at and also thrown against walls numerous of times and had the spores literally eat away his insides causing his wings to be in a state of distress. But also he is under intense emotional stress seen from the feathers on Grian's face in chapter 14, he doesnt like not knowing what happened to him and Hotguy again has pushed him past his brink.

again why do I think its BPD? I just said that Grians under a lot of stress, its understandable that hes going to lash out. But i heavily think its within the context of him pushing away Jimmy and the newest scene of chapter 1 8 thats really making me lean towards something is going on. That reaction was intense and I think we're going to be getting more insight into Grian as the chapter comes.

Because, he's successfully pushed away Hotguy.

I wonder where thats going to lead us.

[m1lkywaywritey]

Forgive me

Relationship: Priest Gerard way x afab reader

Tags: smut, priest kink, first time, making out, moaning, dirty talk, hand jobs, semi-public sex, love bites, Catholic guilt, fingering if you squint, SHAMEEE, using the Lords name in vain, a little bit of angst?, calling him father (sexually), unprotected sex, corruption kink?, nipple stuff

Summary: Y/n has been having some unholy thoughts since befriending and crushing on her priest, so she decides to go confess and uuhhh things don't exactly go as planned...

A/N: HELLO I FINALLY FINISHED IT! i just wanna preface this with the fact that i dont know JACK SHIT about churches or priests or anything of the sort. Therefore if i fuck something up or its super inaccurate THEN IM SORRY!!!!! also this isnt proofread lol sorry

Word count: 3344

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You weren’t too sure whether you bought religion all too much but there was one thing that kept you going back to church (no, not the catholic guilt.) The super hot priest leading all the services of course.

You knew that practically and realistically nothing would ever happen, but what was the harm in a little eye candy for you on a Sunday. Aside from his great looks, he was genuinely a great guy - you had spoken to him after mass once and from then on the two of you got to know each other, becoming good friends. He was younger than most priests so he was easy to talk to and his name was Gerard.

To you he was perfect: funny, kind and totally sexy - if you were ignoring the elephant in the room. You knew priests didn’t have relationships - you knew they didn’t have sex, but that wasn’t enough to discourage the little crush on him you could feel forming. Maybe you were being deluded but you could’ve sworn he felt something too. You felt it in the eye contact he held for just a few moments too long every time and in his unprompted invitations for coffee together and how he blushed slightly when he asked you. Of course you had to wake yourself up from all that - he’s just being kind and welcoming, that’s basically half his job.

Lately however, you had been struggling to repress these thoughts about him - in fact they had been getting worse (and far more sexual) by the day. It was getting out of hand so you decided you needed to confess. To Gerard or to God? You hadn’t quite figured that out yet.

It was late on a Friday night when you pulled up outside the church, you knew Gerard would be there - he always was around this time. You didn’t exactly know what he did in his alone time but you assumed it consisted of sitting in the pews, contemplating and admiring the grand stained glass windows. You were surprised, however, to find him up on the sanctuary leaning on the altar. He was facing the cross but he had his head hung low, hair cascading over his face. He didn’t notice you come in, so when you walked over and said his name it startled him slightly as he whipped around to face you.

“Oh hey y/n! I- uh- I didn’t expect you here, whats the matter?” He exclaimed - still a little shaken from your mini jump-scare. You noticed he was acting a little off - he was avoiding eye contact, nervously pushing back his hair and you could’ve sworn he was blushing (but in the dim light of the church it was hard to tell.) It felt like you had caught him doing something he didn’t want you to know about.

“Are you okay?” You asked, ignoring his question due to your concerns.

“Yeah,yeah I’m fine, you just caught me in the middle of my confession that’s all. Uhh what are you here for?”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m here to confess something too actually”

“Cool, do you wanna go into the-“ He lifted his hand to gesture towards the confessional before you cut him off.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You blurted out without even thinking. Gerard stopped dead in his tracks. He began stuttering and stumbling over his words (if you could even class it as words they were so broken). Naturally, you did the only thing you could think of to shut him up…

You stepped towards him and kissed him on the lips. You weren’t expecting that kind of confession from yourself and judging by his wide eyes and slack jaw, neither was he. Despite the shock of what you did, you both stayed deathly still, searching for answers in eachothers eyes. Nothing but the sound of your breaths filled the church but with the shame you felt, you could’ve screamed.

“Im so sorry, I should just go-“ you were actively turning to leave when Gerard cut you off.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either” he whispered, putting his hands on your waist to stop you from leaving - his grip was light and hesitant but firm enough to keep you in place. He couldn’t quite believe what he was doing, he knew the rules and he’d never even thought about going against them until you. You were worth it to him. “What do you think I was confessing hm? Every time I see you I just wanna give up my chastity right there and then. You don’t know what you fucking do to me.” By the end of his sentence his whispers had morphed into a low growl, you’d never heard him curse like that and god was it hot. He had broken eye contact and hung his head in shame of his dirty confession. You lifted his chin with your index finger so you could stare deeply into his eyes once more.

“Please Father...” You spoke in a hushed whisper, gazing up at him through your lashes. His eyes widened slightly, and only momentarily, but just enough for you to catch the look in his eyes. Contained in that one subconscious movement, you saw the sinful cocktail of horror and lust that filled him. You could tell he’d had some sort of realisation but you couldn’t place what it could be.

Oh-

Calling him father turned him on.

Time stood still, seconds felt like years, both of you too scared to move and lose this tension. Deep down, you knew it was wrong - and so did he - but in this moment you didn’t want to accidentally come to your senses. As more and more of these weighted seconds passed, your faces drew closer and closer as if there was a cosmic pull between you. Breathing gradually becoming faster and heavier with silence growing louder, you could hardly contain your unholy thoughts. One in particular making your breath hitch at the mere idea - finally breaking the ever-growing tension.

Suddenly, Gerard’s hands flew from your sides up to your face - lips crashing into yours with unbearable desperation. It was like he had never touched anyone like this before in his life - because he hadn’t. His grip on your face was strong like he was trying to drink every inch of you before he died of thirst. The kiss was messy and untamed, inexperienced too but far more passionate than you’d had before. He wasn’t shy to let his tongue roam around your mouth, his eyes scrunched tightly shut as if trying not to wake up from this dream he was living. Trying not to remember where and who he was. In that moment all he knew was you.

Gerard was clearly not holding back - letting out any moans, whimpers and groans that threatened to emerge from his throat like a horny teenage boy. He had gotten a taste of you and he wasn’t going to stop there. From a priest, you had expected a soft, gentle, caring touch much like his regular demeanour. This was far from that. He was filled with pure, pent up, desperation. The fact he was doing it with you - the girl he had not long ago repented for all his unholy thoughts about - only fuelled his loving lust further.

Gerard’s hands slid back down towards your waist - this time with no reminiscence of his former hesitance - digging his fingers into your flesh and pulling you impossibly close. The force making you hum a moan into his lips, only causing him to groan louder and grip you tighter. You were sure it would leave a mark. With your new proximity you could feel the outline of his erection against your pelvis. You started to grind against him, subtly trying to gauge his size.

Fuck.

You let out a whimpering moan. You weren’t sure if you could even take him but you knew you needed it. Now. You broke the kiss to speak “Please- “ drunk on your lips Gerard pulled you back into the kiss almost immediately and you chuckled at his impatience. “Please- “ you broke out again but Gerard insisted on kissing you between every word.

“Touch- Me- Father- “ you managed to get out between kisses - using his title again because you loved what it did to him. He spun you both around so you were leaning slightly on the altar for support. He didn’t seem to notice as he was so occupied on you, but to you being on the altar felt so wrong it was perfect. Just like every corruption fantasy you’d ever had about Gerard - practically defiling the altar felt so erotic and leaving your mark on his swollen lips turned you on more than you could tell. He began to move his kisses to your jaw, pecking all the way up to your ear, inhaling sharply through his nose, taking in your scent.

“God I’ve been thinking about you like the for so long” Despite everything he had already gone against this evening, his blasphemy still caught you off guard. Things had changed so quickly and you were scared he was acting off of impulse rather than true desire.

“Gerard- Ah- Are you sure?” His only response to your question was a series of hums of agreement and arousal, sucking a spot below your ear that made your whole body tingle. “Gerard-“ you continued, trying to be considerate but being cut off by your own moans. Gerard didn’t seem to share your concern, muffled an against your skin he began to speak.

He placed a sloppy kiss in between your collarbones and you felt a shift in his demeanour. He brought his head up to rest his forehead on yours. There was a quiet moment, both of you allowing your breathing to slow, occasionally syncing up and breathing rhythmically together. “Can I… Can I take this off you?” He somewhat nervously tugged at the hem of your shirt. His words were cautious - nervous even - you remembered that this wasn’t just his first time, he was going against the thing he built his life around for you.

“Call me father.” If you weren’t soaking wet already, that sure would’ve done it. The last inkling of hesitation from within you was long gone with his request and you threw your head back finally letting go - calling out his title just as he had requested. With your head back Gerard had access to whole new areas of your neck and collarbones. You were leaning back on one hand so you brought the other up to rake through his hair, encouraging his kisses and pulling him closer - much to his liking. You let out a gasping moan as he sucked a sweet spot - there was no way all these hickeys were going anywhere anytime soon but you were far too aroused to think about what people would think about you here on Sunday.

“Please” you said reassuringly running your hands through his hair and pulling him in for one more kiss before his hands snaked under your top. He pulled his head away from yours for what felt like the first time in years and lifted the top over your head - tossing the garment into the pews of the church. He took a moment ogling at the sheer sight of your body. Admiring it and committing every small detail to memory. He reached out to rake his hands up your sides then over your boobs.

He reached behind you, struggling to unclasp your bra - you let out a small giggle and helped him out, pulling it off and leaving you fully exposed in the cold church air. The chill that caused your nipples to harden was short lived as Gerard took one nipple sloppily into his warm, wet mouth. If you thought he couldn’t moan any more than he already had, you were dead wrong. The way he was getting off on worshipping your body could’ve made you finish right then. He used one hand to grope your other breast, occasionally squeezing and stimulating your nipple. His other hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you steady. Strings of moans escaped your mouth, for someone with absolutely no experience, he caught on very quickly how to please you.

While he was occupied you took the opportunity to remove your trousers and shift to sit fully on the altar. You gently gripped Gerard’s wrist and guided his hand from the small of your back, down towards your pussy. With only your underwear as a barrier, Gerard palmed you through them. He broke his contact with your boob to stare down at the mess you had made of your underwear, soaking was an understatement. Pupils blown wide; whimpering breaths; jaw hanging open - maybe he was a bigger mess than you were.

“Fuck your so wet” He groaned as he continued to feel you through your soaked pants, his middle finger occasionally running right along your slit giving your clit a taste of some much needed friction. Gerards eyes flicked up and down almost rapidly - unsure whether to look down there or up at your face contorting with pleasure as he grazed over your sweet spot. Wherever he was looking, he was taking in and analysing your reactions to quickly learn what made you tick.

“Please father, I need you” You said, getting a little impatient with all Gerard’s teasing. He wanted to give you what you wanted and started to unbutton his shirt. That was before you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No! Keep that on… I like it” You said, giving him a faux-innocent look and hooking your finger over his clerical collar, hoping he’d get the memo.

“Was that your plan all along?” He asked teasingly, reaching down to unbuckle his belt instead. “Did you come here just to fuck your priest hm?” You were absolutely stunned by his questions. Your jaw dropped and you nodded hesitantly. “You’re so fucking dirty” He said huskily, finally letting his cock spring free from his boxers. You were in complete awe of his size and you practically moaned at the sight- you thought about what a waste it was for him to be celibate with a dick like that, well not anymore you supposed.

His dick was so hard it almost looked painful, it was completely flushed with the tip even more so and he already had beads of precum rolling down his length (you also spotted a wet patch on his boxers from it.) You reached out to touch him, going gently at first, and he hissed at the contact. You pumped your hand up and down a few more times, falling into a steady rhythm making Gerard’s head fall back. With his head back like that, you could see his slight stubble and you wanted absolutely nothing more than to mark him up with some pretty lovebites that he’d struggle to hide tomorrow. You decided against it but still planted some lighter kisses on his neck.

Gerards moans were becoming increasingly loud and more frequent and just then he gripped your wrist to stop your rhythm. “Fuck-“ He whimpered trying to catch his breath. “Let me fuck you.”

“Please” you whined in response. Gerard hooked his finger around your underwear, pulling them to the side. “Forgive me” he whispers so quietly you barely caught it, before he lined himself up and plunged into you. Both of you groaned at the new sensation. He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size as you clenched around him. Eventually, he drew back for the first time and pushed back in. You could never even describe the pleasure it brought you - even at the achingly slow pace he started at.

With each slow thrust, whimpers escaped his throat - they morphed into whines as he gradually sped up. You couldn’t tell if he was gaining confidence in his movements or just speeding up out of bare desperation. Every time he grazed the sweet spot that made you clench around him, he strived harder to hit it again - the added stimulation driving him crazy. You made an effort to hold eye contact with him, watching his face contort with pleasure he’d never felt before could’ve made you orgasm right then. You felt fucking incredible but you need just a little more.

“Fast- fuck- Faster Father” you moaned out, mouth agape staring into his blown pupils. Gerard obliged, hooking his arms around your thighs - he did it with the intention of keeping you steady, but what it did was create a whole new angle into of you. Each roll of his hips felt about ten times better, he was hitting all the right places at just the right speed. The altar was now creaking loudly beneath you, reminding you of where you were (which honestly only spurred you on.)

With the new angle and speed you could feel your core tightening - climax growing closer. You leaned in, capturing his lips in another messy and untamed kiss. Your walls squeezed tighter around him, practically milking him at this point. You slipped your hand between the two of you to stroke circles on your clit and you noticed every few thrusts Gerard’s hips would falter slightly - he was getting close too.

With your fingers on your clit, his dick deep inside of you and the thought of how wrong this was, your orgasm crashed over you in a wave. Your screams of pleasure funnelled straight into his mouth. Gerard was still pushing into you, chasing his own orgasm. Your pussy spasmed around him and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck somethings happening- I- Oh my god- Where do I-“ Gerards words spilled out. It was such a foreign feeling to him and he had never felt better.

“Cum in me Father” you whined out, still in the aftershocks of your orgasm - overstimulated and almost hazy. Gerard complied moaning and whining, his thrusts had almost no rhythm now as you felt ropes of his white, hot cum spill into you. “Oh, God.” He moaned out as he filled you with the last of his cum. Was he talking to you or god? You couldn’t quite tell.

Both of you were spent, coming down from your peaks and you rested your heads on each other’s shoulders - him still inside of you. The room felt eerily quiet without the sounds of sex - just the same heavy breathing this all started with. After about a minute he pulled out (eliciting one last groan from the both of you), tucked himself back into his boxers and did up his belt. He turned to walk away and you were scared for a second that he was leaving but he went to retrieve your clothes that were carelessly discarded into the pews. He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed, neither of you said a word.

You felt so guilty, sure the thought of corrupting him like that was what turned you on in the moment, but now - even after he had broken his celibacy for you - he was taking the time to make sure you were clean, dressed and okay. It just reminded you why you liked him, he was genuinely a great guy, he never had bad intentions and he was so caring. You were sure you’d never be able to see him again after this and just the thought upset you.

He had an almost sorrowful, clearly pensive, look on his face - probably trying to figure out what’s gonna happen now. Ideally he would just repent and break contact with you, but could he really give you up now? After he got exactly what he’s been dreaming about? He really wasn’t sure.

You decided you needed to break this silence you were sat in, once you were dressed, you got to your feet and looked up into his eyes. “What do we do now?” You asked - almost tearing up a little.

“I- I don’t know”

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A/N: thanks so much for reading! please let me know what you thought + if I made any mistakes :p

[whosblair]

can you one where james is really angry at reader because him and reader got into an argument so he calls her clingy or annoying and reader starts crying and james feels really bad but shes like overthinking what he said and tries to be less clingy or annoying or embarrassing

thank you so much sorry if this isnt specific enough!!

girl ofc x

heated || james potter x fem!reader

“God, do you ever stop being so fucking clingy?” James groans, his face landing in his hand as he massages the skin on his forehead. You both had gotten into an argument after you had accidentally interrupted one of James’s quidditch team meetings. You didn’t mean to intrude but as the meeting was being held in his dorm, and you hadn’t been notified of this meeting beforehand, you just happened to step into the room at the wrong time. It didn’t help that as you walked in, you proceeded to swear at one of James’s teammates without knowing that he was in the room.

You had tried to explain to James that you didn’t mean to lash out, only doing so because you and the teammate had been assigned partners for a project and so far, he hadn’t been doing any work so far. You didn’t think that James would have been too mad after you apologized profusely to the team and rushed out of the room. But James had recently been selected team captain and it didn’t look too good if his girlfriend had just showed her dislike towards him.

You stopped for a second as the words came out of James’s mouth. You blinked at him, wondering if you had misheard him or anything of the sort. James also seemed to have realized what he had just said and instantly, he’s at your side. He kept saying sorry more times than you could count, cradling your head on his shoulder. You didn’t say anything for the rest of the night.

The next morning rolls around and James felt incredibly guilty for his words. You hadn’t came to his dorm that morning, instead making your way straight to breakfast. As James waits for a few minutes in his dorm, he realized you won’t be showing up and trudges his way to The Great Hall. There, Remus, Sirius, and Peter are sat, laughing about something he couldn’t quite hear. As he made his way closer to the table. He sighs in relief as he sees you sitting at the empty chair next to him. Just like you always did.

“Good morning, love,” he says, his eyes crinkling at the ends. He slips into his seat and takes your hand in his.

“Morning James.” You reply, your smile looking a fit faded and plastered on. You squeeze his hand softly before letting go and starting to eat.

Now James was really confused. You hadn’t came to his dorm, but you said good morning, but you weren’t acting normal, but you squeezed his hand. His head was going back and forth wondering what had happened if you both made up yesterday.

As the rest of the day goes by, you pay little attention to James. His words were still in your head and even though he apologized, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. Were you too clingy? Right as you were about to start spiraling again, James walks into the common room where you had been curled up on the couch.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says softly. You respond with a quick ‘hi’ before turning your head to the fire.

James sits himself next to you and his heart breaks as he notices you shuffling a little to give you both a little space.

“Sweetheart, about yesterday,” he starts, and before you can help it, tears start rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m so so sorry Jamie, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meeting, I didn’t mean to rant about your teammate. I didn’t know he was there, promise. And I don’t mean to be clingy, and I know you don’t like it bu-”

You let out in one breath, your cheeks burning as you wipe them harshly. James stops you then.

“No, what?”, he says confused. “No, love, I’m the one who’s supposed to be sorry. I shouldn’t have said that yesterday at all. I was just stressed and worked up. You are never ever too clingy, sweetheart. I love you just the way you are and I’m sorry I made y’feel so bad.” James assures you. You blush a little at his words and he takes your hands off of your cheeks.

“I promise I’ll never say such words to you ever again. And if i do, you don’t ever have to forgive me. But i’m just asking you this once, if you can.”

You think about it for a second before nodding slowly. “You better” you say and giggle when James salutes at you.

“Now come here silly, I missed you,” you admit and open your arms for him. He dives right into them.

[sleepyeepyp3rson]

wwe/pro fighters!141 x announcer!reader (pt 2.)

Two losses in a row, a broken arm, and a complete disruption of the script. Add it all up, and it's trouble for you. So much so that your boss, Shepherd, called you into his office and told you to fix it. Or else. Not ominous at all.

an: oh yeah buddy pt 2. tried to do a pov switch (?) hope it isnt too confusing lmao. tried to keep reader as gender neutral as possible. dee vs accents, dee vs giving the reader a nickname

tw: nothing much, tagging these just to be safe. reader is told to "cover up more" and be less of a distraction, soap is a clingy, overenthusiastic little guy, reader briefly wants to kill their boss

(masterlist, 1)

"Four against three. One with a broken arm. Tell me how, in less than two matches, a team with a perfect track record loses twice and completely disrupts the script?"

You start, but Shepherd interrupts you. "They got distracted, that's how." He stands and starts pacing, looming over you. "The 141 boys were supposed to win last night. That's the script, that's why we did the promo the way we did it. And they, pro wrestlers with years of experience, got distracted."

He slams his hand down on the desk.

"Fix it." A finger in your face. "I don't care how! Cover up more, talk less, I don't care. Fix it!"

And like that, you're dismissed. Left standing outside his office door like some puppy. You want to march right back in there and slam his stupid, deformed pug-looking face right into his desk. But you can't. You need this job. It's your dream and your only source of income.

So you go home, and you stare into the mirror for a good ten minutes.

Okay. Just... talk less. Easy. You can shut up, you can stop talking. Not like you're the only announcer anyway, you have your coworkers. But how would that even work? You're an announcer. You announce things! Are you just supposed to not do your job? Does Shepherd not know why he hired you? Is he not the one signing the checks?

You settle for wearing a turtleneck the next day.

Pulling into the parking lot is no problem, neither is passing through security and going backstage, but the second you pass the men's locker room on the way to your booth, you're stopped.

"Aye, bonnie!" An arm makes its way over your shoulders, and turning your head, you see a familiar sharp grin.

"Soap." You shrug him off. Usually, it's fine, just him being touchy as normal, but you were told to sort out the distraction problem, to take up less space in the company, so you need to do that.

A flash of hurt passes over his face, and it stabs at your heart. "You can call me Johnny-" You shake your head. You did, before the whole almost losing your job thing.

You walk away before he can pull out the puppy eyes.

-------------

"Somethin''s up with our announcer."

Gaz pokes his head up at that. "Sunshine?" At Soap's nod, he curses and stops his stretches. Ghost looks up too, eyes narrowed, always watching.

"Knew something was off when I saw the turtleneck. Never worn one of 'em before." He huffs, looking at the little TV they have in the room to see what's going on. "I mean, steamin' Jesus. Thing swallows 'em. Like I'm watching a live show of a nunnery."

"Somethin' wrong?" Price chooses that moment to look up from his cigar and actually pay attention to the conversation.

"Aye. Sunshine's a bit too quiet, ye ken?"

Price hums, running a hand over his face and beard. "A bit concerning. Not like 'em to be quiet for so long. Someone say something?"

Gaz and Soap look at each other, clearly not considering that option, then back at the TV.

"Maybe we should look into it." Ghost speaks up for the first time, voice a low mix of a whisper and grumble as he fixes a few stray stitches in his costume. "Saw 'em leave Shepherds office yesterday. Could pay 'im a little visit."

Price stands, groaning and rubbing a hand on his lower back. He really needs to use those ice packs his PT gave him. "I'll go. Stay low for now, prep for that interview."

A chorus of "Aye, Cap" rings out, and Price exits the locker room.

Soap waits for a few seconds before he rises, and is immediately tugged right back down by Ghost. A dog on a leash, he is. "Don't you even think about it, Johnny. You give 'im enough of a headache."

He grumbles, but he slumps down in his seat, eyeing the TV. Eyeing you. (And that stupid turtleneck.)

[soupiestzilla]

Link to my second account where i write about my modern shellvision au hehe

anywho

Ill complete the rest of the designs later on, for now i just wanna get this au out for that poll

@shellevisionfan yo

@cupcakewebkinz double yo

Go Garden of Gods Au go . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Basically, Its an au where the mains are gods and goddesses, and every other toon, must choose to live under one of them, based on their ideals

And based on what Main they choose, they get specific blessings and curses, and a symbol somewhere on their bodies , representing their god 🥳

And another thing before we get into the actual mains.

Pebble.

Pebble isnt a god. Pebble is how toons find their ways to the gods.

This guy. Isnt he cute

At a certain point in a toons life, (usually at a certain age) , pebble shows up, and leads you off on your merry ol way to the main you wanna choose

Goodest boy

Now- the mains. I'll include their designs and symbols in later, trust (also, Every god has a representative—The first ever toons to choose them, now yeehaw)

THE GODS (AND WHAT THEY DO TO YOU)

1. VEE – Goddess of Logic and precision

Angy gal. Flashy gal also. Lightning motifs cus cmon. Machine. Electricity.

Toons who love structure, and logic (or are scared of change or lack of routine) choose vee

Blessing: Super clarity, you got quick thinking now, faster, sharper, untouchable in moments of logic or debate.

Curse: emotional detachment - you're logic guy now, not feelings guy

Rep: Brightney (best contestant cmon)

2. SHELLY – Goddess of Remnants and rememberance

Ocean therapist whos seen too much. Ocean bcs water motif bcs ammonite. Also water bcs sad. Sad gal

Two cases of toons who chose shelly. Either the artistic type that want to preserve the past poetically or something. Or toons who lost something or someone dear to them, who are grieving, choose good ol shelly

Blessing: Deep understanding of the past, you speak with wisdom beyond your years, you remember everything mhm

Curse: You’ll feel loss like a wave crash. Youll cry to the bee movie probably

Rep: Tisha (emotionally stable maid for sad shell)

3. SPROUT – God of Empathy and emotion

Official au happy guy. Floral motifs ofc

Warm, deeply loving, kind hearted and just toons fulla whimsy choose this guy

Blessing: Empathy, emotional intuition, the ability to grow silly little flowers at will because sprout likes em , and heal emotional wounds (u got emotional intelligence lesgo)

Curse: Emotions are loud. And you feel them all. At once. Constantly. Whoops

Rep: Cosmo (emotional baker boy, good for our boy sprout)

4. DANDY – God of life and death

Flower guy. Dramatic flower guy.

Theatre kids. This guy is dramatic i say once again. Thats it. Thats who choose him, other than ppl haunted by the concept of death. Yeah

Blessing: You walk through endings and beginnings without fear. You see ghosts. You understand the truth of life cycles

Curse: You get NO rest. Death loves you. Life loves you too

Rep: Dandy himself ( yeah )( showoff )

5. ASTRO – God of Time and dreams

Official au scary guy. Hasn't blinked ever since he gained consciousness probably. Has seen every timeline and dislikes them all

Only toons who have nothing left to lose, and knowledge left to chase, choose astro (rodger loves this guy)

Blessing: Precognition, you can see possible futures in your dreams, and now have impeccable time sense

Curse: Endless déjà vu. And well. If it the future aint nice then you get to live knowing that too

Rep: No one. Astro Hates his job

TL;DR- U choose god. You get to be touched by divine nonsense

-More on representatives in this post

WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH SHELLY & VEE?

Im SO GLAD YOU ASKED! (no one asked)(This is soupiestzillas blog tho)(Man up its always shellvision at the end of the day)

They’re two goddesses. They’re in love. They are TRYING to confess it

BUT. MORTALS. KEEP. INTERRUPTING.

Because i think its funny

See you can summon your gods at will by doing some hocus pocus ofcourse

Vee gets summoned mid-confession and zaps away. Shelly sobs as she's yanked into another country. It happens every single time

We (zilla) are ALL rooting for these two to just say “I love you” without getting interrupted by Finn because he lost Barnaby

Thats the shellvision Verdict today fellas

OK COOL BUT WHO’S THIS FOR?

All of the toons picked gods. Or didn’t. Or regretted it (and i will probably make another post of which ones they chose, it'll be good. Shirmpo chooses astro lol)

And now? They deal with divine nonsense 24/7

TL;DR:

Mains are now gods

You get one

You get a power

You get a curse

There’s a rock dog

Two goddesses can’t confess because finn keeps praying

You’ll love it here

🌙🌹⚡🌊🌿

[nuggetpool-hi]

Tehee found another one. The reason why I never did this one it's because its really l o n g and since its a more "serious" comic it would have my slightly more detailed style so yep, Im lazy what can I say

I edited it a bit to make it more readable, my comic notes are a hot mess only describing important stuff and getting dialogue shoved in there without clear indication of whos saying what so... its still very bad but SO MUCH better than how it was trust ☝️

Smell

Logan smells Wade as he walks near him "that smell again" he thinks "feels internal... sick? diabetes maybe? High pressure? Or.." his face goes blank, then his brows furrow with concern.

He goes to a hospital and sniffs people around like a creep and hes like "Oh" a nurse asks him to leave and hes like alright.

He goes home, hes like idk how to tell him this. Wade is happily watching TV and Logan sits with him

"Wade" he says serious.

Wade looks at him tilting his head curious

"yes honeybuns?"

Logan sighs "Ive been smelling something in you.."

"kinky"

"Wade." Logan stares at him angrily, barring his fangs slightly, then softens his face. "Didn't know what it was 'til today..." his throat is closing up, he tries to look at him directly.. he cant hide the fear in his eyes "Wade you... got cancer"

Wade stares and then starts laughing uncontrobably "Duh, Im literally covered in tumors, smartass" he points at his whole face

Logan is confused, trying to decipher if Wade's joking or not... "what.. I.." hes looking at Wade's face like it owes him money "though they were burn scars"

"Everyone thinks that" Wade shakes his head like saying duh idiots peoples. "Carcer's the whole reason I accepted being turned into some weird experiment to mutate me" bit more serious now.

Logan shallows hard and stares at the floor, then at Wade again, expression sour "I still dont get it, shouldn't your healing factor fix it?"

Wade slaps his knee "HA! no, in fact its more of a dying factor, dead cells replaced with dead cells constantly, I'm always dying but also not?, its weird really" He ponders for a bit

Logan sill staring like wtf is this dude talking about

"Mutation was also like- getting super cancer, outside and inside, I'm infested its insane. A sick joke haha" Wade laughs but his eyes are a bit sad

Logan tilts his head, trying to collect his thoughts "Isnt... cancer.... painful?" He speaks softly, trying so heard to look stiff and angry but hes concerned

Wade just smiles sadly at him, sighs "I mean- yeah I-Im..." he looks at Logan, wondering, then looks away "Im always in pain, sometimes better, sometimes worse but its always there"

Logan nods, still trying to process the situation "Is there-"

"Nothing you can do" Wade interrupts not even looking at him

"....right" Logan looks around "Well uh- you still won't.... um"

"I'm not going to die" Wade says, still not looking at him. Expression serious shoulders tense

Logan looks at him, nods gently "...good"

Ok no Im reading it again and its absolutely awful but Im still sharing it I dont care

Also the date this thing was OLD like genuinely one of the first few comics I wanted to do sad

[artsninspo]

Penname: Delta Wise -V- [Sinners]

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summary: The past present and future are in question for our characters as they sort through what happened in October 1931 and what's to come. We learn more about Stack and Mary, as well as Knotty & co's plans.

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FIVE

Eli “Smoke” Moore

Never in my life did I think I could ever be a part of something like this. While I’ve always felt like something was missing I’d never have guessed it was a twin brother. I close the book again unsure if it's the repetition of me reading or my memory but I’m getting flashes of times with Stack. Good times. Then they fade into nothing. It’s all on me now. It’s my responsibility to sort things out with Stack, convince him to head to the old Sawmill and tell us where it is. To visit hallowed ground. I know it’s a big feat because Knotty’s been more restless than usual this week. Her shop was vandalized as was Carmen's home. A way to draw them out no doubt but their hands are tied. 

“This, send him this one.” Merin says, bringing an iPad over. The video is of an old Sammie reminiscing about Stack being a good time and that day before sunset being the best day of his life. It’s chilling to watch - it gives me goosebumps and stalls my heart. 

“It’ll be a hard fight Eli, she’s a part of him now and has been for longer than you have. He loved her no doubt but not like a woman needs to be loved. These things don’t easily turn on their makers - which is why he’s not enraged that she took his life” Merin says and Knotty comes downstairs in a linen outfit.

“Carmen and I are gonna go shopping, leave you two here - I have a feeling I’ll get in the way otherwise. Gotta know my strengths” she smiles holding her purse on her shoulder. Her locs are curly today and fresh out the bantu knots Carmen set them to dry in. 

“Need anything?” Carmen asks.

“I sent Knotty my list” Merin says and Carmen nods.

“Pack of tees, boxers, sweats?” Knotty asks me.

“Thanks” I nod and she does too.

“Sammie said … I didn't put it in the book but he said that after Annie there was a moment you almost let him turn you. If that happens you'll both be damned Eli and disconnected from the living forever - it hasn't been a hundred years and Stack is losing his memory-”

“I won't let him get to me” I interrupt her and she nods.

“See you in a bit Mama” Knotty says, giving Merin a hug before heading to the door.

“Y’all run into trouble you call alright?” I tell them.

“We will” Carmen says

“Just focus on what you have to do Eli, don’t worry about us” Knotty smiles, putting me at ease. I nod suppressing my need for a smoke and she comes over giving me a hug.

“You got this,” she encourages. “Merin come, Carmen group hug he’ll hate it but it's good for him!” Knotty says squeezing me. She's a headache but both women follow suit, cloaking me in energy I’ve never had before. 

“You’re childish” Carmen says, taking her hand once they’ve all let go of me. 

“So” Knotty laughs, sticking her tongue out at her cousin. When they leave I look to Merin.

“Don’t look at her like that or Stack will go right for her and all hope will be lost for your brother?”

“Why's that?”

“Sometimes what predators think is prey is actually poison,” Merin says sitting beside me. She sends me the video file of Sammie and then sends it to the number we have for Stack. The phone rings within two minutes and I answer the video call. His eyes squint.

“Stop being funny Carmen get out the fucking sun” he snaps and Merin pulls the drapes so the sun isnt directly behind me anymore. Technology seems to work in my favor now as he can see me. I see the recognition in his eyes. He nods silently and for a second he doesn't look like a monster, he looks like a kid.

“I buried you” he swallows, trembling.

“And I was re-born, I have no memories of you or that time but the book says all I ever wanted to do was protect you and now I have a chance.” I say.

“It’s a trick” Mary says.

“It’s your fault, if you just went home to Arkansas none of this would have happened” I snap, not knowing where it’s coming from.

“Y’all would have died in the morning anyway” Mary snaps back.

“If Smoke took all those fucking pigs out himself with me and all the other men in there you think we wouldnt have got shit done?” Stack snaps turning to her.

“Not more than we got done. We killed so many pigs and stopped them from riding around in white bedsheets at night. Then sometimes we’d have real fun with them. Turn one and have them turn all the others just for us to have them killed by sunrise” Mary smiles.

“Come join us Smoke” she says coming into the camera but her charm is lost on me.

“It’s the least yall can do for all the families you ruined at the hands of a Irish bloodsucker” I snap and Stack swallow’s hard.

“That was regrettable but he had mind control on us” Mary interjects again.

“And she changed you sooo what does that mean”  I ask, turning my attention to Stack.

“I’m not in the mood for your mind games - tell me where you are and let's talk like brothers face to face”  he says.

“I’ll call tomorrow, make sure you're alone.” I tell him and he looks at Mary who is no longer amused.

“Smoke you don’t run shit anymore” she says.

“Don’t talk to my brother like that” Stack snaps and I feel pride heat my hands. Stack frowns at Mary. “What time?”

“Nine at night work for you?”

“Cool”

“Stack”

“No more games” 

______

Knotty

I’m out of my depth in the mens section of the store when I see a hundred types of underwear. I’m thankful for Carmen who’s taken the lead here whereas I managed the groceries Merin wants. 

“We should probably stop at Marshalls or TJ Max on the way home so we can look presentable” she says.

“My clothes arent skin tight enough for you?” I tease.

“No, there not I have a fine ass nigga in my vicinity appropriate either” Carmen says.

“Carmen stop, he has someone alright. Someone that loved him enough that he was able to come back and continue his purpose of protecting his twin. That’s the kind of power you leave alone”

“You might be asexual Knotty , because I wasn’t talking about him for me. I was talking about you” she says.

“That man looks at you like you're the sun and stars.” Carmen says.

“Carmen, maybe you don't understand friendship between men and women” I tell her and she scoffs.

“Oh because you do? What other male friends do you have?” she says making a point. “Exactly!”

“That’s because men usually think I’m ‘ha ha ha so funny, so silly, shh just shut up and be a trophy Knotty. You know Knotty’s … she’s a bit ridiculous. Is there another name I can call you?” I tell Carmen to pretend to be the oafs I’ve encountered.

“And Eli’s the opposite. On the drive down here when you fell asleep he pulled over and made your car blanket into a neck rest so your head would stop bobbing” She says. 

“He’s such a softie I don’t know why he’s always so stern and serious” I smile and she rolls her eyes at me.

“I tell you the nigga pulled over to make you DIY neck support and you smile at him being a softie, not squirm at the chance to be on top of him” Carmen continues. 

“Carmen, he belongs to Annie. He’s going to remember that in a few days - what don't you get?” I ask her and she sighs, throwing a pack of boxer briefs into the cart. 

“What’s Stack like?”

“More charming than he was in the book and an expert at eating the plate clean if you know what I mean” she winks. “Great dick too”

“I meant personality, interests, motivations” I correct and she smiles.

“Charismatic, easy going, loves fun, generous with his funds, very mistrustful of white folks. Which is ironic, but alas love spells. Speaking of please let me know how he’s out here fucking and under a love spell but  Smoke is Annies saint”

“Don't be like that Carmen. Love spells almost always backfire. You can't change a man. Annie set Smoke free, Mary clipped Stack’s wings.”

“If she set him free you think she’d want him to live a life without sliding into something-”

“You're worse than a man!” I cover Carmen's mouth knowing she’s trying to wind me up and she has a good laugh.

“What else can I help you with Knotty? You paid for my song, dressed for my performance and you're the only person I’m sure does not condemn me behind my back” she says and it’s vulnerable for Carmen. I nod understanding she’s just trying to share what she knows.

“You’re helping me by being here, by not judging me aside for all the prudish comments. I’m not a prude by the way - I’m just not you. It’s not asexual. Hit and runs aren't really my thing. Gotta protect my energy” I explain and she nods.

“So you're saying you need a strong emotional connection. Girl that nigga Eli is so yours!” Carmen says getting looks from other shoppers. I send cordial apologetic smiles their way exiting the mens section.

“He’s not,” I respond. “He wore a mojo bag with someone else's energy for at least 7 years and it saved him from being turned” I whisper reminding Carmen of the facts we know.

“Okay fine then how about we play hypotheticals? No mojo bags, no Annie?” She asks the following behind me.

“He wouldn't be here” I respond, being difficult with her as I headed into the electronics section.

“Now you're playing with me” she snaps as I load the cart with a few essentials including dashcams, flash drives and portable chargers.

“It’s a stupid hypothetical but I’ll indulge it. I’d be open - I’m not blind and Eli is handsome and a good man” I say.

“Was that so hard?” she grins. “Me taking Stack for another spin, you taking Eli. It would be so much fun” she says dreaming and I’m supposed to be the one with my head in the clouds.

“You’re definitely more of a dreamer than I am” I tell her and she takes the cart heading to the pharmacy section. She throws some tampons in. “For me” she says walking around the isle as she tosses a vibrator into the cart. “For you”

____

Mama Meringue ‘Merin’

Knotty and Carmen are already asleep while Eli and I burn midnight oil. I watch Eli locate the old saw mill using technology I’m unfamiliar with and I watch as he looks around trying to set up an advantageous tactical position. He’s slowly becoming Smoke again and his mannerisms are changing even if his memory hasn’t been restored. He’s been calling his old comrades to find firepower just in case things go bad but most of all he's preoccupied on ensuring Knotty, Carmen and I survive the night. I put garlic tea by him and he drinks it without issue and I head back into the kitchen.

“What are you working on?” he asks with acute senses.

“Cloaking, so the past never catches up with y’all in the form of anything supernatural - so the girls are protected” I tell him honestly.

“You have everything?” he asks.

“Yes” I nod and he pauses for a moment with something on his mind. 

“What if I lose all my memories of this life?” he asks

“It’s probable, everything I know is speculative” I explain and he nods.

“Is there a way to keep me from forgetting?” Eli asks.

“Why?” I probe.

“I mean particide, jim crow, world war one and a dead child are enough to make anyone never smile again. This life hasn’t been perfect but it’s been better than the past” he explains.

“Do you have journals? They could be a failsafe” I offer but he shakes his head.

“Nah” he admits and I shrugs.

“I’m sure your brother will make sure you have enough fun to not be bogged down by it” I propose.

“What about you? Could you work with me?” he asks.

“I’d love to, but Knotty's a full time job. I don't think I’ll have anything left” I tell him honestly and he nods.

“What if I forget her?” He asks and I can see it’s really what's on his heart. “I apparently forgot my twin brother and my wife,” He says, still struggling with the reality of things. “Knotty mentioned me forgetting last night and Knotty’s good with this stuff.”

“Even if that does happen Knotty wouldn't have forgotten about you. If you’re meant to be in eachothers lives, memories won’t stop that” I tell him and he knows there’s more to it but doesn't push it.

“My wife, will she be back?” he asks.

“No, our kind don’t enjoy this realm enough to return. There’s more use in the ancestral plane” I tell him honestly and he nods. 

“So what do I do with the rest of my time?”

“Whatever you wanted in the 30’s, your heart's deepest desire - you pursue that. Not crime or violence. You honor her and yourself by being whoever it is you would have been without the darkness. You live in the light from now until the end” I explain.

“I’ve been just surviving, I have no idea what that is” He says and I smile.

“You're still young, some people find themselves much later in life. There’s no rush. Knotty will leave you alone only if you want her to” I tell him and he seems relieved.

“If you want her to leave you alone tell her” I tell him and he looks alarmed.

“Not like that. I mean Smoke’s serious and Knotty is sensitive. I just don’t want her hurt. Her granny told me once Knotty’s the ancestors”

“Wildest dreams” I finish and he smiles with me.

“Happy, healthy, gifted children is all we can hope for”

“Smoke never struck me as a bully. I don’t think you’ll hurt her and she knows the possibilities so she's likely to understand” I tell him praying for understanding myself. 

“She's lucky to have you” he says and I feel my body go cold as genuine eyes hold mine. I nod.

“I’m luckier to be in her orbit” 

“She said you told her not to practice”

“Yeah, she's a natural healer. She’s light, not all of what I do is. Like you said - she’s sensitive” I tell him and it seems like he understands. 

“Don’t worry about Knotty, it’s your soul that's at risk. Mary has to be on board, it has to be voluntary for the spell to be broken and Stack released.”

“How do we do that?”

“I’m working on it” I wink.

_________

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore

I ain’t been able to breathe right since I felt my brother’s presence. Since then ain’t shit been the same. I watch the steam billow as I let the water scorch my skin but nothing feels like the sun. Red pools at my feet barely visible over the black stone of the shower, even after feeding I’m still not sated. Now I can’t even rest when I close my eyes. I see Annie looking up at me screaming not you, and then I’m on top of Smoke trying and failing to bite him. I lost all those memories when Sammie died, not the knowledge of what happened but being able to recall and visualize the past myself. It was all lost on me. All I knew was I lost a brother and my life in a juke joint at the hands of Mary. Not that she didn’t fucking listen and then she went out and came back inside specifically to terrorize me with pussy I had to die for. I close my eyes, resting my head on the stone and letting the water run as I use Delta’s words to fuel my newly revived memory. 

I should’ve known the moment I walked into that apothecary she was connected to Smoke. Brown and bad - just how my brother always liked them. With eyes and instincts that missed nothing. How could I know though? That nigga been dead since Oct 16 1931, I buried him along with Annie. Or so I thought, because there he was protecting Knotty and making demands on the phone. A vision of Smoke lifeless a foot from Hayward forces my eyes open. I turn off the water and dry off before stepping out with a towel around my waist. 

There are no mirrors in here because I’ve broken my fare share in anger. I finish up my routine doing what I can to make sure I look good when Mary enters without warning.

“She’s Pearlines” she snaps seemingly excited. “Thank goodness, cause I wasn’t tryna fool with one of Annie’s folks” she smiles, showing me a virtual obituary on her phone. I can't help but look Mary over looking for guilt as I read Knotty’s grandmother's obituary. Mary smiles proud of her investigation and without remorse.

“She was a little girl when her mama died” I mutter.

“I didn’t do it,” she snaps.

These extra years have taught me enough. I don't argue with Mary anymore. Our toxicity is something serious that I don't have the energy for right now.

“Pearline saved Sammie while I was on Smoke. Is that how it happened?” I ask knowing that’s the fact.

“That’s what it says in the book but it’s been so long baby I don't remember?” she says coming in close. I grab her hand before she can get to my manhood. It’s not time for sex. Mary’s memory faded about the same time as mine - curiously. 

“I’m not in the mood?” I mutter.

“But you’re all wound up” she says in a seductive tone. I get dressed payling her little mind.

“You find where they’re held up yet?” I ask.

“Yeah, we can head there tonight. Beach town - I’m still looking for the address. I still think we should call some friends so we’re not ambushed.” she says but having Vampires around my brother ain't something I’m doing. After that night I haven't turned a single one of us. Just white folks who I planned to kill - usually because they were racist. That was how Mary and I spent most of the fifties. We got theatrical with our routines decimating small downs, living in the woods under thick brush until we could commandeer houses from owners that would be deceased. We met a few like us over the years but it aint shit like the movies and TV. It doesn't take long for our kind to go crazy and bigger communities almost never work.

“Nah” I turn to her when she comes over to brush my hair. I remember my ploy to get Smoke to open the door that night as I look at Mary. She ended what German trenches couldn't.

“That isn't smart Stack” she says as I sit, she puts her bosom in my face - more temptation I don't need. Now that I can remember how she did it; how she turned me.

“I want my brother back if I just listened to him-”

“Y’all would have died!” she shouts.

“All of us together happy after the best night of our lives, would that have been so bad?!” I snap.

“Has our life been so bad you would have preferred to die then?!” she shouts. When I don't respond she throws the brush across the room. I hear her run down the stairs and the front door slam. I sigh unlocking my safe for the phone I use for private shit. I video call Smoke but he picks up audio only.

“Am I on speaker?” I ask.

“No” he says, sounding different than the brother in my memory. Missing him hurts more than he could ever know.

“My girl’s going crazy about the next time we see each other.” I sigh.

“What do vampires have to fear?” Smoke asks and it cuts that I’m not his brother first.

“Do you remember it? Our last night at the juke?” I ask and he sighs.

“No but I read the book,” he says.

“So all this time you aint know about me?”

“No clue,” he says.

“Look at that nearly a hundred years later and both of our bitches are keeping secrets” I laugh but he’s silent on the other end. 

“Who are you talking about?” Smoke asks, reluctant to claim her.

“Nigga Carmen’s fast ass never been your type. Knotty, pretty, brown I mean she ain't as thick as Annie but she’s into the same shit. And I know you're with her because when I went to play and bite her ass I felt the same resistance I did really trying to turn you” I tell Smoke.

“Knotty’s not my girl and you shouldn't play about biting her. What do you want her for?” he asks, not fooling me.

“I was gonna give her some dick and another best seller in exchange for her stories from that night.” I tell Smoke truthfully, he scoffs.

“She wrote you just right, that's fo’ sho’”  Smoke says, sounding like himself. I can hear the frustration in his tone and smile knowing his sweet spot.

“Where y’all at?” I ask before I start the search and he chuckles.

“Stack?”

“Yeah”

“Don’t try anything stupid there are interesting ideas about why I’m back and what that means.  I trust them and so if you try anything you’ll bury me gain” he says before hanging up. I can't even be angry at him - I’m so happy he’s back. I smile from ear to ear getting dressed. I put the phone back into the safe next to Smoke’s pistol, dog tags and mojo bag. It’s game on nigga.

_________

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There is not charater limit :). Sorry these s short and took so long its my 4th time rewritting this tumblr was being an nuisance hope you like it

Nicknames

Edge - Underfell papyrus

Red - Underfell sans

Sharps - Horrortale papyrus

Axe - Horrortale sans

Papyrus

- When he sees your tear ridden face, you can see his heart break

- But almost immediately after he scoops you up princess style and carrys you downstairs

- Once downstairs he places you on the counter and starts cooking your favourite food to cheer you up

- Whilst cooking he prompts you to try talking about it what happened

- He listens quietly every so often chiming in to ask something or clarify what you mean

- Papyrus may be often loud and yelling but he loves his datemate more then the world itself and he always wants to listen to them

- Once hes done cooking the two of you curl up on the sofa whilst he listens to you vent about the rough day youve had

Sans

- When he finds you he doesn’t drop his chill demeanour

- He pulls the covers over the both of you sans grabs you lazily flopping on top of you

- Then he starts

- “If you were a fruit youd be a fine-apple” he jokes

- And then he keeps joking

- Sans throws out joke after joke filling the room with rogue laughs as he lazily nuzzles your shoulder.

- Sans knew that a good joke could cheer anyone up, and he wanted more then anything to cheer you up

- And as laughter fills the room you forget why you were even upset as you drift off to sleep

Sharps

- Underground had left him and his brother highly instinctual and so when he got home he quickly scrammed on the hunt for you

- When he finds you crying, sharps pauses for a moment before leaving

- He quickly returns dumping blankets and pillows on you

- He desperately grabs anything his datemate could need in order of provide them a fortress of comfort

- Sharps surrounds you with a fortress of soft plushies and comfort items

- He brings snacks and food and curls up in the fortress of blankets and pillows.

- Sharps crawls in with you watching you can eat and holding you close, listening to you silently

Axe

- when axe sees you crying his eyelight shrinks

- He quickly dices toward you pulling you to his chest surrounding you with his arms and protectively holding you to his chest with a growl

- “Who”

- You manage to calm him down and he holds you tight nuzzling you and holding you close to him

- Although every now and then he makes a growl to himself about your coworkers or job.

- He runs his fingers through your hair and attempts to use affection to comfort you

Edge

- he unlike the others didnt immediately search for you, assuming you busy he began to cook dinner

- When he went to retrieve you and found you crying he yanks the covers off you

- “DINNER IS READY HUMAN”

- As you too eat dinner its all too silent edge hadnt said anything yet he was worried and plotting murder against whorver made you cry

- “DATE MATE WHO UPSET YOU”

- When you explain your day off work he doesn’t interrupt or yell at you for once

- When you finnish eating he prepares your favourite dessert and makes angry comments about what ever has upset you,

- And for once in a blue moon he hugs you unprompted no comment or words just a hug

- He doesnt even pretend to dislike it

Red

- when red finds you his face erupts in anger fists clenching and storms over to you

- “WHO THE FUCK UPSET YOU”

- He yells gripping your arms slightly too tight

- When he sees you wince in pain he quickly lets go.

- When you explain your day his face contorts angrily

- “Doll i will fucking end them if you let me” he remarks angrily

- Reds instinctual anger eventually calms but he doesnt stop dissing what ever the cause of your distress is

- Red isnt very good at emotions usually taking violent as his response to any given situation

- Red does his best listen and continuessly comments about how he can make your problems “disapear”