#ANYA HANG THE FUCK ON

[ismaet]

TATSUYO ENDO-SAN PLEASE!!!!!!

[undercover-grisha]

So once upon a time I read an Anastasia AU Wesper fic, where Wylan was the lost prince and Jesper the conman trying to trick him but ends up falling in love. it was a rly great fic, unfortunately unfinished, but genuinely one of the best fics I’d ever read omg

anyways so that premise is great, yeah? But imagine:

Zoyalai in an Anastasia AU

Zoya the street smart conwoman, convinces Nikolai he’s the lost Ravkan prince, and ends up tripping over her feelings and falling for him

Alina (and Tolya and Tamar and maybe Genya, they’re pack animals) as Vlad and Mal as Sophie

THE DARKLING AS RASPUTIN

[edgymcgoth]

I'm still thinking about Saiki x sxf crossover. I will do something about it soon probably

[annyankers]

buffy the vampire slayer but faith is the slayer, anya is the petty queer witch, cordelia is the funny one with emotional intelligence, spike is the vampire who may or may not be a love interest depending on how the writers feel and if he’s gonna get shunted off to his own spin-off soon and wesley is the watcher.

[delicatetaysversion]

was thinking about how to make irl friends and of things i should say to make them like me and what i said here that so many ppl love me and if i should even be friends with them cause like yeah it would be fun to have friends but they seem kinda loser ish and boring and play video games all the time and then you're your own kid started playing thank u taylor for solving my problems for me 👍

[llama-head]

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[Meredith] So, do you guys play any video games?

[Silena] Not really.

[Belinda] Mom doesn’t like us being on screens for too long.

[Meredith] Oh, so what do you do?

[Ophelia] You know there’s other things to do other than video games.

[Meredith] Nothing fun.

[Silena] We play outside mostly, or with our toys.

[Belinda] Lena likes tea time.

[Silena] I do not! I’m too old for that.

[Belinda] But you do!

[Silena] Okay, maybe sometimes.

[Belinda] She sets up all her stuffies at the table and drinks imaginary tea.

[Meredith] That sounds boring.

[Silena] It’s not! It’s fun. Other than that we mostly hang out with our friends.

[Belinda] Yeah.

[Meredith] Oh.

[Ophelia] Anya? What do you do?

[Silena] Yeah, you live in the city you must do so many cool things!

[Anya] Not really, I read a lot and hang out with my Dad.

[Meredith] Ew.

[Anya] It’s not ew, it was just him and I for a long time.

[Meredith] But, like, there’s so many fun places to go in the city! Malls, arcades, and karaoke!

[Anya] Yeah, we don’t really do that.

[Meredith] Why?

[Anya] We just don’t.

[manias-wordcount]

Just a Man (Loid Forger)

Kinktober 2023 Day Eighteen: Infidelity

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Mr. Forger is a very nice man. 

He’s a married man. A family man. And what a cute family they are. In fact, you’ve met them both before. A couple times now. His wife and his daughter. And they’re both very beautiful. Very kind too. Mrs. Forger was always very sweet to you. Little Anya is very cheerful too. They both greet you by name when you pass by. Because they know your face. And they know your name. And you know theirs. Because who wouldn’t enjoy the company of such a nice family? A beautiful mother and daughter. A kind-hearted father. 

Your heart ached when you found out, but you knew he was too good to be true when you first met him. Something told you. Something deep down in your heart that spoke to you the first time you saw him smile at you. He’s a married man. A family man. Every good girl knows that means he’s off-limits. So you decided it. You decided that you would let your heartache and ache and ache some more if it meant that you wouldn’t touch what wasn’t yours. 

But while Mr. Forger is a very nice man… 

“Fuck…you look so pretty like this.”

…he’s still very much a man through and through.

Right now, you could still imagine him as his usual handsome and put-together self. But you know that the cracks are starting to show. You know because he showed them to you first. You know because you’re the cause of some of those cracks. You’re the reason why his hair is a little messy, and his breathing is getting heavier and heavier. You’re the reason why his jacket is off and hanging off some chair. You’re the reason why his belt is on that same chair. The reason why his pants are hanging lower on his hips and his fly is down. The reason why his usual tie isn’t hanging off his button-down and is now wrapped around your neck.

Just like he’s the reason all your clothes are in a pile somewhere on the floor. Because he’s a kind man. But still a man. 

A man who just really wants to see the body of the pretty girl he’s fucking while his wife and his kid are away from home for just a little while longer. 

And who are you to deny him of such an earthly pleasure?

“M-Mister Forger-” You whimper out, but there’s no room for words or thoughts in your head. You don’t know what you’re calling out for. You don’t know what you’re begging for. But what you do know is that his quick little compliment went straight to your core. And if you were facing him, maybe he’d give another compliment about that flustered expression you seem to wear so well when you’re around him. But then again, if you were facing him, then maybe the guilt would get a little too much for you. For him. For this. “Ah~”

But you're not facing him.

He’s still married. He’s still a family man. But you’re not facing him. So you can pretend that he’s someone else. You can give him the face and the name of another man. One that isn’t as kind as the Mr. Forger that you know and have grown to admire. And it’s easy. It could be so easy. It should be so easy. Because the Mr. Forger you know so well is such a kind, kind man. Doting father. Loving husband. The Mr. Forger that you know is just so sweet. So nice.

So why is he fucking you from behind with one hand on your hip and the other holding the tie he has wrapped around your neck?

“Loid.” He mutters back in response, just loud enough for you to hear over the wet, wet sounds of your pussy being stuffed full. “Just Loid right now. Please.”

You whine again, but there’s very little you can do when he asks you so nicely. There’s very little you can he fucks you so good either. And the request of being called by just his first name isn’t a new one for you. Not today. Not right now. Not ever, really. But this request is followed by a tug of tie. It’s sudden. It’s quick. And it’s just enough strength and power on your neck that it has you gasping and letting your head fall back as the material closes around your neck just a little more this time. Behind you, a married man hums in satisfaction. But a man, nonetheless.

Just like you’re just a woman. A woman with wants. A woman with needs. And a woman who was absolutely helpless when Mr. Forger pulled you aside one fateful day and whispered in your heart how badly he wanted you. How badly he wanted to take you. You thought he was crazy at first. You thought he was joking. Trying to trick you. Trying to hurt you. But you’re just a woman and he’s just a man. A man you thought was very nice, sure. But at the end of the day, he’s still just a man. A human. 

And so you were helpless to his murmurs as his touch crawled along your clothed skin. You were so helpless to them as his touch began to grow purposeful, and his fingers found buttons and straps that led to you shedding very little barrier keeping him from indulging in you the way that he wants to. So helpless that you do nothing but gasp and moan and whimper when his touch drifted farther than the hands of a married man should. So helpless that you were ecstatic when heard him slip his tie off and felt him fasten it around your neck. 

Almost as ecstatic as you were when you first felt his hard, stick cock slip past your lower lips and burrow itself inside of your awaiting pussy. 

And now the whispers are no longer what he wants to do to you. Now the whispers of what he sees. Of what he feels. Of the things he wants you to say as he thrusts inside of you at a pace strong and fast enough to get your legs quivering before too long. And now the touches are not fleeting fingers testing the waters of what’s wrong and what’s wronger. Now the touches are feeling you up and taking in the warmth of your soft, supple skin. Now the touches manipulate your body to mold back into him. To allow his cock to slide in more easily and reach deeper and deeper than it’s ever been before. To pull at your throat and make you arch your back in a way that’s unbecoming of a young lady such as you. But right now? That’s the least of your worries.

Because you’re only a woman. And he’s only a man. And you’re both only human. Stupid, stupid humans. Who think they know people to be nice. Who think they know people to be kind. Who think that being married and having a family will be a barrier that will not break. That will never allow you or anyone else to cross.

The but the barrier has been broken. And the bridge has been crossed. And you can only hope that when your quickly growing orgasm washes over you you forget face and the name of Mrs. Forger’s wife. At least for a moment. At least for a second.

Because you’re nowhere near as kind as you thought Mr. Forger was. But he’s not as kind as you thought he was too. Because a nice little family man wouldn’t do this. In his own home, no less. And a sweet, loving married man would have never touched you like he does. Spoke to you like he does. Never. Never. Never.

But then again, Mr. Forger- Loid- is just a man. Just a human. And frankly?

“O-okay…Loid, ah~!”

You’re just a human too.

[lovelybucky1]

Stepbrother!Sam jealous because you have a new boyfriend, because you are not spending time with him anymore, because he is not your best friend and because you are dating his high school bully 😋.

— Anya 🪼

i wrote your ask gay ;0

warnings: gender neutral!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, jealousy, mentions of smoking, college au, mentioned stepcest, don't like don't read, 18+ minors dni

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Before your stupid boyfriend came along, you belonged to Sam. You didn't have anyone else to spend your time with, so you'd hang out with Sam. The two of you would watch movies together, play video games, smoke in his bedroom, and sometimes he'd bring you to parties with him.

You might have been oblivious to your stepbrother's feelings towards you, but to everyone else it was plain to see. Sam Monroe had a huge, embarrassing, shameful crush on his step sibling. To make matters even worse, you were now going out with his bully.

Going to the local college meant seeing many of the same faces from high school. You met Sam's bully at one of the parties Sam forced you to go to, ironically enough. The guy is tall, blonde, and more muscle than brains. Sam can't stand the guy. He's just some pretty-boy douchebag that gets whatever he wants with a flash of those pearly teeth. Sam never expected you were stupid enough to fall for it.

It was bad enough that you were dating the guy who made Sam's high school career a living hell, but the fact that he was the complete opposite of what Sam is made him angry. Of course you'd never go for a guy like Sam when you had a meat-head supermodel vying for your attention.

Sam hated it, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Even though Sam doesn't get bullied anymore, the guy could still kick his ass if he ever tried to confront him. So for weeks, Sam endured the torture of watching his step-sibling/crush fall head over heels for the worst guy he knows.

Sam reached his breaking point after a long night of hearing bed-rocking and moaning through his bedroom wall. At first, he only heard your moans and he thought you were masturbating. Like the pervert he is, decided to do the same while listening to you. His erection immediately softened when he heard a familiar voice through the wall.

Sam had been getting off to the sound of you getting fucked by his bully. His face burned with shame even though he was alone. His stomach churned with anger. His bones ached with jealousy. That should be him in there, causing those sounds, not that dickhead.

[shinestarhwaa]

Ok I have something delicious that only you can do justice to.

You and Wooyoung are on a romantic getaway in a hotel and you spend the whole time naked and having sexy time. You decide you don't want to go out to get food, so you order in.

Woo gets dressed enough to go to get the food at the door, but then you come up behind him in just a sheet, flustering both Woo and the delivery boy.

San is the delivery boy.

You invite him in to have some...fun...with you and Wooyoung.

Interested?

Oh my God Anya you ain't ready

SERVED || WOOSAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Bf! Wooyoung x fem reader x deliveryboy!San

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings/tags: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up buttercup), oral sex, anal sex, m x m, fingering, aged down San (like 19 or 20 y/o), bi panic San, degrading, praise, rough sex, sir kink, breeding kink, taking pics&videos during sexual acts, double penetration, dirty talk, namecalling (whore), spit as lube m sorry

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong

ENJOY!

"Gosh, you're driving me insane," Wooyoung sighed as you got off his naked, sweaty body. "I really worked up an appetite," you grinned, "sex can be a whole work out."

Wooyoung laughed and snuggled up to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. "I don't wanna go out," he sighed. You grinned and kissed his head. "Let's order some food then, champagne, pizza? Or fried chicken? Rice?"

"Hmm, get it all baby I'm hungry," he smirked. You reached out to grab your phone to call the restaurant. "Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N from room 502, I'm calling to order food?"

"Sure, what do you want to order ma'am?"

"I'll hav-" your words got cut off by an audible gasp, caused by Jung Wooyoung diving between your legs, licking at your already abused, wet cunt.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

"Y-Yes, sorry, I uhm, I thought I saw a mouse but it was just a sock."

The person on the line and the person between your legs grinned a little, but for totally different reasons. Wooyoung lapped at your cunt, nose brushing against your clit.

"Can I have a portion of the... the fried- ah, uhm, fried chicken, t-the rice and uhm, a pepperoni pizza?"

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"Ask for extra pepperoni," Wooyoung said between sucking and licking your clit. "Woo, I don't want extra pepperoni, it's too meaty."

"Yeah, like you don't like the meat," Wooyoung scoffed, plunging his tongue in and out of your cunt.

You whined, trying to cover the phone so the man on the line wouldn't hear the vulgar sounds coming out of your mouth.

"Fine," you sighed, "could you add some extra pepperoni? And a bottle of sparkling water?"

"Sparkling water tastes like ass," Wooyoung grunted, plunging two fingers in and out of your cunt. "Y-You like ass," you spat back, making Wooyoung laugh.

"Will that be all, ma'am?"

"Yeah, great!" You sounded too happy, you knew, but you tried to hard not to moan out Wooyoung's name. Wooyoung's veiny hands covered your cunt, pumping 3 fingers in your hole.

"It'll be there in 20 minutes, ma'am."

"Great, thank you, goodnight," you said quickly, hanging up the phone as fast as you could.

"FUCK!" You moaned out when you felt Wooyoung's tongue on your clit as well. "You're a fucking menace, eating me out as I'm on the phone."

Wooyoung smirked as he flicked his tongue against your clit over and over, sending you over the edge. You came on his fingers and tongue, body shaking and spasming as he helped you through your third orgasm of the night.

Not much later you heard a knock on the door. Wooyoung got up, putting his darkblue robe on quickly and walking to the door. You covered yourself with the sheets, following him.

Your boyfriend opened the door, revealing the delivery boy, or man. "Wow," he gasped, noticing you covering your body with the silky white sheets, hair messy and make-up ruined.

"Hey ma- what?" Wooyoung said, confused. He looked behind him and widened his eyes, a blush creeping up on both his and the stranger's cheeks.

"H-hi, here's your food," San said as he handed it over to Wooyoung. "Thank you, how much do I owe you?"

Before Wooyoung could grab his wallet you stopped him. "Hi cutie," you said, scanning the guy, noticing his smile with cute dimples, the rosy blush on his cheeks and his sexybroad shoulders that did not match his shy persona.

"Uhm, hi."

"I know a way to re-pay you," you smirked. Wooyoung realized what you meant and scanned him up and down as well. "You know the money goes to the restaurant, right, Y/N?" "Well, okay, we'll give him the money but I bet you could give him a nice tip," you said, winking, "if he gives me his?"

The boy finally understood what you were implying as he saw the two of you smirk at each other. "I should-"

"Come in, yeah," Wooyoung said, taking his arm and pulling him in. Wooyoung placed the food on the table. "What's your name, cutie?" You asked, hand sliding over his arm.

The boy shivered and bit his lip. "I'm San," he said quietly. "San? That's a nice name," you smiled. "Now my sweetheart Wooyoung and I, Y/N, are very happy together but you, you could make us both even happier tonight. How does that sound?"

"I... I don't know if I should intrude-" "It's not intruding if we are inviting you, hm?" Wooyoung said, raising his eyebrow. San nodded, not able to keep his eyes off your barely covered body.

"You want me to... have sex with you? Me?" San asked in disbelief, not understanding how this was happening. "That's correct." "And you're okay with that?" San asked Wooyoung, who laughed. "What way do you swing, darling?" he asked, lifting up San's chin. "What way do I-"

San's eyes got big, breath hitching in his throat. Wooyoung smirked and let his hand glide over his chest. "Because if you only want her that's alright but... it'd be a shame to miss out on my cock in your little ass."

The delivery boy hissed as he felt Wooyoung's hand on his ass. "So you consent?" You asked. "Y-yes, please, I... I want it." "You're not a virgin are you?" "No sir," San said, shaking his head, making Wooyoung laugh. "Calling me Sir now? That's sexy, babyboy."

"Do you want that, Sir?" San asked. You weren't sure if he was being sincere or teasing Wooyoung but you knew the night would end well.

Wooyoung smirked as San removed his shoes, walking into your hotel room. He closed the door and dimmed the lights. San felt his heartbeat in his throat when both of you got closer. You let the sheets fall down on the floor, revealing your naked body to the boy.

"Gosh, you... sure are mesmerizing," San said breathlessly. Suddenly he felt Wooyoung press his clothed cock against his ass. "Undress, baby." San followed his orders, stripping until he was completely naked. Wooyoung smirked, checking out his ass. "Tiny, tight... Have you ever taken cock?" Wooyoung asked. San nodded, but his eyes were focussed on your pussy.

You had laid down on the bed with your legs spread wide open. "Wooyoungie already made me cum three times... Do you think you can help me to a four?"

The young boy nodded eagerly and looked at Wooyoung one last time before crawling onto the bed with you. The dim yellow lights made your pussy juices glisten, making San's cock harden at the sight. "Come on, I'm not gonna wait all day," you complained. Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes at you. "History tells a different story."

"Shut up Wooyoung, and San, put your tongue to work. Tongue. Pussy. Now."

San nodded and moved his face closer to your heated core. He gave a few kitten licks to your clit before lapping at your pussy, licking up drizzling juices.

"O-oh my God, San!" you moaned out, grabbing a handful of his hair. "That's so good, yeah, put your tongue inside of me!"

Wooyoung smirked and stood there, arms crossed, watching you get tongue-fucked by the delivery boy. It wasn't like this was a first for you guys. Both of you liked to invite a third or fourth person from time to time. Had it been the mailman, the window cleaner or just someone from a bar.

No one was as gorgeous as San though, and no one's tongue had felt as good as San's. "Yes, right there! Fuck it, fuck my pussy with your tongue!"

San ate you out as if his life depended on it, working his tongue inside you and slurping up all the juices spilling from your needy hole. "I'm getting so close, San, gonna fucking cum, feels so good, oh God! Gonna cum!" You whined out.

It was only a matter of seconds before you felt the wave of pleasure take over you, coming on San's tongue. "Yes, yes, yes!" You gasped out loud, pulling at San's hair. The boy moaned against your pussy before pulling away, lips coated in your arousal.

"Good boy... you like giving head?" Wooyoung smirked. San turned around and saw Wooyoung loosen his robe and letting it fall to the ground, revealing his body. Wooyoung's cock was the thickest, biggest he had seen. It was gorgeous, slightly veiny and tan, slightly curved upwards. It made San nearly drool.

"Yes sir, I love giving head very much," he nodded. Wooyoung came closer to the bed, switching with San. Wooyoung sat on the edge of the bed as San got on his knees in front of him. "Please sir, may I have your cock?"

Wooyoung thought he was gonna pass out with how adorable San was being right now. He wanted to keep him forever. "You look really pretty like this San... Do you suck dick well? Are you gonna make sir feel good?"

San nodded eagerly. "Please, please I want your cock in my mouth, it's so fucking... gosh I need it, can I have it?" San begged. Wooyoung grinned. "Well you don't have to beg, sweetie, it's right in front of you."

The boy nodded and took Wooyoung's length in his mouth, your arousal still on his lips. Wooyoung swore he'd pass out, San looked gorgeous for him and he took his cock so well. "Such a good boy, suck that cock, baby," he groaned. San bobbed his head up and down his length and deepthroated, tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft.

"Yes, just like that, such a good little whore, such a good... good little whore Sanie," Wooyoung moaned out. You sat behind Wooyoung, kissing his shoulders as you roamed your hands over his chest. You took a picture of San with Wooyoung's cock down his throat, startling him. You wanted to apologize, feeling bad about not asking first, but San worked harder, clearly.

He enjoyed it.

"You like that baby, me taking pics of you with you having a fat cock in your mouth?" You smirked. San moaned around Wooyoung's dick, only trying to take more and suck better, overwhelming your boyfriend. "You like it too don't you? Having a young, pretty boy between your legs like this?" Wooyoung smirked. "Don't you too?" "Touché, babe."

You pressed your lips on Wooyoung's shortly before taking more, clearer pictures of Wooyoung's length in San's mouth. Wooyoung started to moan louder and you knew he was getting close. Wooyoung took his cock from San's mouth and started to pump it up and down quickly.

San opened his mouth, eyes pleading for Wooyoung's hot cum in his mouth. "Yeah? Do you want it? Fucking take it, little prince, take my fucking load," he groaned as he spilled his seeds on San's tongue and chin, cum dripping on his chest.

"Beautiful," you complimented him, kissing him shortly and tasting your boyfriend on the boy's lips. "Taste so good," San panted out. He was gasping for air, cock neglected and leaking onto the soft rug. Wooyoung pulled him onto the bed, laying him down with the other two of you, you in the middle.

You pressed your lips against San's as you felt Wooyoung's hands roam over your silky skin. Your lips moved against the younger boy's, hands sliding over his toned body. Your hands found his firm ass, nails digging in his skin as his tongue entered your hot mouth.

Wooyoung's tongue was warm against your neck. You felt his fingers slide between your legs, rubbing your messy core. You moaned into San's mouth, whining out shards of both boy's names.

Suddenly you felt Wooyoung's thick cock in your pussy, filling you up to the brim. You pulled away from San and moaned loudly as Wooyoung started to fuck you at a rapid pace. You noticed the phone in his hand, knowing he'd be filming this. His cock moved in and out of you so fast you swore you'd pass out. You held onto San tightly, who held you and kept kissing your lips and neck.

''O-Oh Wooyoung! San, Sanie!'' you whined out. Wooyoung grunted and kept abusing your pussy until he felt himself getting close. He then pulled out and you immediately lifted your leg, looking at San.

San wasted no time and put his cock in your pussy immediately, whining at the soft warmth. He started off slow, but moved faster gradually, shaking the bed. ''You like that, huh, fucking my wifey's pussy? Fucking a pussy that belongs to another man?''

San moaned out and held onto your hip tightly. ''Yes! Yes I love her pussy, b-best pussy!'' The two of you moaned louder as you felt him hitting your g-spot, a thing not many one-time lovers could do.

''Such a little whore, wanting her pussy and then my cock hm? Bet you want your sweet ass filled up too,'' he grunted as he slid his member inside you, together with San's. Your eyes widened as you moaned out loud.

You didn't know how to react, how to move, as you were fucked dumb by both cocks in your tight cunt. Juices started to spill out of you and you knew you were gonna cum hard ''O-oh, I'm gonna- gonna-''

''Yes, cum for us, please, cum on our cocks,'' Wooyoung moaned out, feeling your pulsating walls clench around his length. You came with a loud moan, body shuddering and shaking in San and Wooyoung's embrace. Wooyoung put the phone away, letting you know he was not filming anymore.

''O-oh that feels so good!'' San moaned out, still moving his cock quickly into your pussy. ''Don't cum, pull out,'' Wooyoung ordered as he felt San's cock pulsate against his own. San obeyed and pulled out of your wet cunt, dick incredibly hard. Wooyoung pulled out as well after riding out your orgasm. You moved away from them, knowing Wooyoung was gonna have his way with San now.

Wooyoung laid San on his back and spread his legs. San whined when Wooyoung spat on his hole and licked around the entrance. He pushed his tongue in and out while holding onto his thighs.

''Do you like that, baby? You like getting your ass eaten? Dick played with?'' you smirked as you took his dick in your hand. You licked the tip and swirled your tongue around it, teasing the younger. ''Y-yes I love it so much!'' he moaned out, grabbing onto the sheets, but they were too slippery, he had nothing to support him and so he squirmed around, making you smirk, drunk with power.

Wooyoung pulled away and smacked his dick on the younger's hole a few times before pushing it in entirely, making San moan loudly. He whined and held onto the headboard behind him. ''O-Oh sir!''

You smirked as you played with your nipples, watching Wooyoung pound his cock into the younger's hole. San moaned loudly, spreading his legs more. Wooyoung grunted and lifted San's legs over his shoulders, giving him perfect access to his tight hole.

''You're so fucking tight, I bet you have never been fucked the right way. You'll take my fucking dick, understood?''

''Y-Yes! Give it to me! Give it all to me, want your cock!'' San screamed. Wooyoung fucked him so roughly you were worried he'd split the boy into two, but seemingly San was enjoying it to the fullest. ''Such a greedy fucking boy,'' Wooyoung moaned.

''Sir, please, please please!'' he cried out, pumping his own cock. Wooyoung wasn't having it though, slapping his hand away from his length. ''You're not gonna cum because of a pathetic hand job, stupid jerk off, okay? You're gonna cum because you got my cock in your ass, am I understood? Fucking whore.''

''Yes, sir! Please, make me cum on your delicious cock, use me, I'm your fucking whore, yours, yours!'' he moaned, tears spilling from his eyes. You placed kisses in his neck as his breathing picked up, noticing he was getting close to orgasming.

''You fucking like that huh? Gosh, such a dirty boy, go ahead then, cum for me, make a stupid fucking mess,'' Wooyoung moaned as he thrusted his hips faster.

San's moans got louder until he burst, cock spilling all his seeds on his abdomen, tears over his cheeks. You were quick to lick up all of his cum, moaning at the taste.

''I'm gonna fucking cum in your ass, baby, gonna fucking breed your little ass,'' Wooyoung moaned out. His brows furrowed, trying to reach his orgasm.

''Y-yes! Give it to me! Pump me full of your seeds please, breed me! Breed me!'' San panted out. Wooyoung rutted into San faster than ever before. It took one, two, three thrusts before Wooyoung orgasmed, filling him up to the brim.

He rode out their orgasms and pulled out of San's hole. ''Statisfied, aren't ya now baby?'' Wooyoung smirked. San could barely breathe or speak, but he nodded happily.

''We should get you more often, you're a cutie. You didn't just bring food, you served ass,'' you grinned.

''I always serve,'' San panted out, grinning.

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - Not Enough Part 5/6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary - Reader is excited to meet Dominik's parents but is shocked to find out that they are very prejudiced and do not approve of her.

Enjoy!

Székesfehérvár wasn't as bad as you initally thought. It was nice spending time with Dominik and his family in the little community he called home. Seeing how happy he was simply melted your heart. You spent the afternoon attending his little brother's football game, cheering him on. Dominik cheered the loudest as he was so proud to see Benedek play football again. The passion for the game definitely ran in the family, with Dominik's parents insisting that all of you celebrate the match win with a nice dinner at a lovely restaurant in town.

"Mikor jön Laura?" (When is Laura coming?)

"Bármelyik percben anya." (Any minute mom.)

Although you enjoyed spending time with them it was really hard to connect with Dominik's parents. The language barrier was simply too braud, and having Dominik act as a translator only reminded you of how braud the barrier actually was.

You felt left out, simply put. You sat at the dinner table struggling to keep up with the rapid-fire conversation around you. A fucking waste of Dualingo streaks, you thought.

"Hey?" Dominik squeezed your hand under the table, having caught your drifting gaze. "You good?"

"Sure, I'm fine." You smiled, a fake smile. However, you found comfort in the way Dominik kept caressing your hand under the table. It made you look forward to tonight, when he would sneak into your room again, like a horny teenager.

Dinner went on. Just as you were about to excuze yourself and head to the ladies restroom, Dominik's family shot up to their feet when a young woman approched your table.

"Laura!" They exclaimed.

You looked to Dominik who chuckled at your visible confusion. "It's my sister, Laura."

Like her brother's, Laura's hair was yet black and her eyes brown but bright. Her height also surpassed everyone in her family as she took turns embracing them.

"Nikki!" She exclaimed. "My baby brother is home!" They hugged each other tightly. "And you brought someone." She gasped at the sight of you. "A special someone?"

"Yes, Laura. Please meet my girlfriend, Y/N."

"I knew it!" His sister smiled. "I knew it since our last phone call. You must be Y/N, the singer."

"The what now?"

Not to mention that Dominik's sister was gorgeous, she spoke perfect English as well. Heat rose to your face just shaking her hand.

"The singer!" She nodded. "I was in a call with my brother not too long ago, when I heard a lovely voice singing in the background. When I asked Nikki who it was he refused to tell me, rushing to hang up the phone."

"You did?" You turned to Dominik, a bit taken aback by the fact.

"I did not!" He defended.

"Don't lie Nikki. How come you've never introduced me to Y/N before?"

A really good question. You stared Dominik down in the same way his sister did.

"Well, because..." He stammered.

"Yes?"

He struggled to find an answer and settle with saying, "later is better than never, no?"

"Men." Laura sighed and pulled out a chair to sit beside you. Dinner resumed with Dominik's family going at it again, speaking Hungarian, the words going over your head. Laura must have notice that you were struggling because she too squeezed your hand under the table and leaned over to whispered in your ear. "Don't worry, I'll translate everything for you," she said with a smile.

A wave of relief washed over you once you realized that you had found a friend in Laura. With her help, you could fully participate in the conversation around the table, for once feeling apart of Dominik's family.

However there was one incident....

Aftet dinner as you and Dominik's family left the restaurant, you wandered onto the street, stumbling on your high heels. You reached for Dominik's arm to support you, however he flinched at your touch, causing you to hit the ground and bruise your knees.

"Oh, my God Y/N, are you alright?"

Dominik's sister was the first one to come to your aid, not Dominik, nor his family for that matter.

"Ügyetlen lány." (Clumsy girl.) His mother muttered, looking down on you like a piece of trash along the gutter.

That night you lay awake, waiting for Dominik to come to your room, but for some reason he never came. You wanted to speak to him about his strange behavior towards you, not to mention his mother's shady comment. It was unfortunate that this had been the only time during your visit that you were able to interpret her thick accent. What else could she have been saying about you?

Not able to wait until morning, you got up and left you room. You walked down the dark hall on your way to see Dominik when hushed voices made you pause mid step.

"Are you crazy?" The voice of Laura hissed. "She doesn't deserve this Dominik and you know that."

"I know, I know, but anya and apa will...."

"For God's sake, they won't disown you for being in love Nikki. Even I know that you don't choose who you fall in love with. Have some faith that so will mom and dad."

The voices were coming from downstairs. You stood on the top step of the staircase, fighting back tears. Dominik's next words didn't make feel better either.

"Forget it Laura. I'm not gonna rebel against them like you've done. Mom and dad deserves to be shown some respect for all they've done for us."

"And Y/N, doesn't? Dominik they think she's your personal assistant for God's sake."

You stumbled. A loud thud echoed throughout the quiet house. The voices downstairs fell silent for a moment.

"Benedek?"

You slapped a hand against your mouth, slowly backing away. However, shadows emerged from below.

"Benedek, you shouldn't be up this late, mom and dad will..."

Laura's eyes widened at the sight of you, crouch down on the top of the staircase. "Y/N.....you're awake?"

Dominik appeared behind her, equally surprised to see you, shimmering tears in your eyes.

"Y/N, please let me..."

You shook your head. "Don't."

"Please Y/N, let me..."

"I said DON'T!"

Dominik made the effort to climb the stairs but fell back two steps as you held out a trembling hand.

"I'm going upstairs to pack my bags." You said, voice trembling. "I'm taking the car and I'm going back to get the rest of my things in Budapest."

"Y/N please, you can't..."

"No Dominik, you can't....be serious right now. All this time you've lied to me and to your parents."

"Y/N, perhaps if we could all sleep on it...."

"Laura please." You said, feeling for his sister need to defended her brother. "I'm leaving. Tonight. " You stood, peering down on Dominik. "Without you."

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[happyhauntt]

give your tears to the tide — nikolai lantsov.

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─── summary: now that he knows, nikolai lantsov is the only soul in the world aware of the truth at the heart of her. for better or worse.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

─── warnings: sexual assault tw! (off-screen, not descriptive), serious angst, character death (minor character), manslaughter, mentions of the army (in a canon context). this one's a lil dark. hurt/comfort. trauma. nikolai learns that anya is grisha except it's in the worst way possible and he behaves like a fucking king. threats of violence. i realise this plot would've been a lot more believable if anya were a heartrender or squaller but i fully believe in my heart that she's a tidemaker so suspend your belief for five minutes pls and thank you.

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      There's a body in the corner and the stable floor is soaked through with water. It seeps through the fabric of her army-issue trousers, clinging and cold, but Anya can hardly feel it. The ground is hard beneath her, but still she sits, with her knees pulled up to her chest, and she watches. She waits. She prays to Saints she doesn't really believe in that the body in the corner will twitch, or breathe, or something.

     But it doesn't, and it won't, and there's no Saint in the world that can save her now.

     That's how Nikolai finds her. Not long after curfew, when she didn't check in with their commanding officer before dinner, he'd known something was off. In all the months he has served with her in their unit, he cannot recall a time when she was late for anything. Nikolai didn't think she was even capable of such a thing, really, so he'd asked Dominik to cover for them and slipped off to look for her as everyone got ready for bed.

     He checks the gardens first. More often than not, he'll find Anya laying on a bedroll beside her tent, watching the sun set over the horizon. She'd count the stars as they came into view and once, when she'd been feeling particularly tolerant, she'd even invited him to sit with her so they could point out constellations. It is a rare day when he doesn't set her teeth on edge, so he'd joined her eagerly and listened, enraptured, as she told him all about the stars and their stories.

     Those same stars glitter overhead now, winking mockingly at him, but there is no one to be found in the gardens. The estate their unit is staying at on their way north belongs to some baron whose name Nikolai doesn’t care to remember, and it isn't too large, but even so, he checks the gardens again.

     Just in case.

     Nikolai sighs to himself, unable to think of where she might be, before he notices a light in the distance. Everyone else has gone to bed, and the officers are drinking and playing cards in the drawing room, so why would there be anyone in the stables this late? Why would Anya be there?

     He doesn't dwell on the thought for longer than a moment. If it is her, then his worries will ease, and that's enough to send him striding down the dirt track that leads to the stables.

     As he nears, the ground beneath his feet grows soggy with muck. An odd trickling sound catches his attention, and when he squints into the dark, he notices a small stream of water escaping through a crack in the doorway.

     Nikolai pushes the unlocked door open, wincing as the hinges shriek. One of the horses chuffs at the sudden sound, but otherwise the room remains silent as a grave. The sudden draft makes the lantern flicker where it hangs from its hook, and as his eyes adjust to the dim light, he realises that he is not alone in the stable.

     "Anya?" Even though his voice is little more than a murmur, it still feels too loud. The sound of it rattles off the walls, and he can't help but flinch, but the girl curled up on the floor doesn't move. Doesn't raise her head, or even really seem to breathe.

     He creeps closer. Dread settles over him like a burial shroud. Old bits of hay crunch beneath his feet and the lantern spits, but the pit in his stomach only grows as he takes in Anya's appearance.

     Her hair straggles around her face in limp, damp strands. When Nikolai last saw her, it had been neatly braided and pinned, but now honey-coloured strands hang loose and messy. Her skin is damp, too, and pale. So pale, white as a corpse, and a flash of panic rolls through him.

     "Anya, come on." He kneels on the ground beside her. Cold, dirty water seeps into the knees of his trousers. He reaches out with gentle hands, but doesn't touch her. They merely hover above her shoulders, as if to offer comfort he isn't sure she'll accept. Not from him. "What are you doing out here? You're soaked, and it's freezing. Let's get you inside before you get ill."

     Anya doesn't look at him. Her stare is fixed, unwavering, on a dark corner of the stables. There's something hollow and hopeless about them that makes him feel sick.

     A long moment passes, and then— "I didn't mean to."

     He doesn't think he's ever heard her sound like this before. Doesn't think he's heard anyone sound like this before. "What? Anya, what are you talking about?"

     "I didn't mean to." Her voice is brittle. The words are shards of broken glass on her tongue. Every one of them slices her open. Makes her bleed. "I... It was an accident. I didn't... I swear, I didn't even..."

     She wavers at the end, trailing off into a heavy silence. When she looks at him then, eyes so wide and frightened, Nikolai swears his heart grinds to a halt. That look cuts him deeper than any blade ever could.

     "Anya." Concern wavers in the depths of his eyes, and finally he reaches out to touch her. Gentle hands clasp her shoulders. She's so cold. He wonders how long she's been sitting out here. "What happened? Where did all this water come from?"

     Anya swallows roughly. Her lower lip quivers. Every part of him wants to hold her close, as if that will chase away all her demons, but he knows she won’t allow it. "Me. Or... him, maybe. I don't know. I didn't mean to do it, I just—"

     A choked sob cuts her off, and Anya buries her face in her hands. There's no doubt that she probably wishes anyone else had found her out here, rather than the boy who teases and goads her relentlessly. She doesn't even like him, really.

     Yet he's the one who noticed she was missing.

     "Anya. Nastya, look at me." The childhood nickname falls from his tongue before he can stop it, and he squeezes her shoulders once, a little too harshly, to pull her focus back. "Tell me what happened."

     "I came down to check on the horses. Maksim asked to swap duties with me so he could run into town and post a letter to his mother." Anya's hands begin to shake violently. She curls them into fists and presses them hard against her thighs to make them stop. "I was just finishing up when— Fuck, I don't even know him. He was only just assigned to our regiment. Lenkov, I think? Saints, I killed him and I don't even remember his name." She manages a short, sharp laugh. She almost sounds hysterical.

     "Anya." A sudden chill sweeps over Nikolai, as if someone dumped a bucket of ice over his head.

     Anya shakes her head. "I didn't even notice he was in here. And then he— he grabbed me, and he put his hand around my throat and shoved me up against the wall and told me to shut up even though I wasn't even screaming, I couldn't scream, I couldn't— And he started pulling at my shirt, and I didn't even think, I just did it. I remembered seeing them do it, the hand gestures, I didn't even know what they meant, I just wanted him to get off me."

     A thousand thoughts sweep through him all at once, but the only thing Nikolai cares about is the tremor in Anya’s voice, the shaking of her hands as she gestures to the corner. He sees the body slumped over in a puddle. Bits of straw stick to the fabric of his uniform. The familiar emblem of Ravka winks back at Nikolai, as if the double eagle is sneering at him, but there is nothing here to be ashamed of.

     "Can you stand?" he asks.

     She looks up at him sharply. "What? Nikolai, I just told you—"

     "Can you stand, Anya?" Her name sits like a lead weight on his tongue. He says it firmly, harsher than he wants to be, but there's a manic look in her eye he's never seen before. Not on her. He needs to keep her attention, her focus, away from the body in the corner. Away from the blood on her hands.

     She nods, once. "I think so."

     "Alright." Nikolai pushes himself up from the ground, and tries not to shiver at the way his damp trousers stick to his skin. The beginnings of a plan begin to formulate in his mind, and when Anya looks him in the eye, the certainty she finds there begins to set her at ease. "You're going to go back to the manor. Sneak in through the side entrance. Make sure nobody sees you. Go to the library. It should be empty. I'll meet you there in an hour."

     "Nikolai."

     "Go, Anya." They're not friends. She's made that abundantly clear so many times these last few months, but the way she's looking at him now, with her heart split wide open, makes him want to hold her tight and never let go. "I'll deal with this."

     And somehow, because she trusts him — Saints, she cannot believe she actually trusts him — she forces her stiff limbs to carry her out of the door and away from the chaos she caused.

     When she dares to cast a glance back of her shoulder, she finds the dim light extinguished, flooding the stables with shadows.

     An oil lamp flickers on the table, dim enough that it won't cast any light beneath the door, and Anya has to squint in order to decipher the look on Nikolai's face when he sneaks into the library nearly an hour later.

     A deep frown has etched itself into his features, and Anya’s chest seizes at the sight of it. She cannot recall a day in her life where Nikolai wasn’t smiling. There are lines carved on each side of his mouth, even at the age of sixteen, that bear the echo of his good humour.

     She cannot stomach that she is the reason for that frown.

     He doesn't say anything as he presses a glass bottle into her hands, before settling himself into the low armchair opposite. When she removes the stopper, it smells suspiciously like brandy.

     "What have you done with him?"

      There are still flecks of dirt stuck beneath Nikolai's fingernails, even though he scrubbed his hands nearly raw in the kitchens just now. Streaks of mud stain the hems of his trousers. A faint scent of soil lingers in the air.

     "Do you really want to know?" Nikolai hadn't felt all that terrible as he'd rolled Lenkov's body into a shallow grave at the edge of the property. Perhaps he should have. But every time the guilt tried to creep in, the memory of Anya curled up on the stable floor would flash through his mind, and every shovelful of dirt became a little easier to bear.

     Come morning, their superior officer will find a scribbled letter in Lenkov's bunk and assume he is a deserter. The reputation that will earn him is not nearly as bad as he deserves, but it will do. It’s not like he’ll live to harm anyone else.

     Nikolai nods at the bottle in her hands. "Drink, Anya."

     It's odd, really. Watching her follow instructions. His instructions, at least. Nikolai is used to her battling him. More often than not, his remarks are usually met with a snarky retort or an outright insult.

     As her lips close around the bottle and she swallows a sip of the brandy he stole, he decides he doesn't like her silent. He doesn't like it at all.

     When she's done, she holds the bottle out towards him like a peace offering. He takes his own long swallow of brandy and relishes the burn as it slides down his throat.

     "Why did you help me?" Anya’s voice wavers as she speaks, though she tries her best to steady it. In this light, Nikolai cannot quite see her expression, but he knows, somehow, that she's frowning. A little dip appearing between her brows. He's so familiar with it, has dreamed of smoothing it over with his thumb until she smiles at him. In his dreams, it’s the sort of smile that could cure any ill in the world.

     He chuckles and downs another sip. "Would you prefer I stand silently by as they arrest you? Sit in the crowd at your tribunal? Would you rather I watch as they lead you to the gallows and hang you for murder?"

     Her breathing turns ragged. "It wasn't murder—"

     "The First Army hates Grisha, Anya." There's no venom in his tone, but she flinches all the same. His eyes soften as he passes the bottle back to her. "You think they'd care if it was an accident? Or self-defence? All they would see is you, a Grisha who hid her powers and infiltrated the ranks of the First Army, killing one of their own. There would be no saving you from that."

     The statement hangs in the air between them like a noose. The gas lamp spits and crackles.

     "My parents hid it. Not me." She takes a large swig of the brandy and clutches the bottle close to her chest, as if it's a shield. "I was... Saints, maybe eleven, when I started to show. My mother cut my hand when the Grisha testers came so they couldn’t test me.”

     Anya’s hand flexes slightly, as if she is even aware she’s doing it. There’s still a thin white scar hidden in the crease of her palm.

     “After that,” she says, “my parents stopped bringing me to court. Told everyone that my health was fragile and that I wasn't well enough to travel."

     Nikolai nods, humming beneath his breath. He remembers that. One summer Anya was there, screaming through the gardens of the Grand Palace with him and Dominik and some of the other children, and then she was gone. She'd only appear once or twice a year afterwards, at the Winter Fête or his brother’s birthday ball, and her mother would always keep her close by.

     "I am my father's heir." Anya swallows roughly. Affection threads through her voice like strands of gold.

     Nikolai had met the Duke of Balakirev a few times as a child, and unlike many other nobles rattling around court in Os Alta, he hadn’t found the man to be ridiculous or, worse, intimidating. He recalls an older man, somewhere in his fifties with ruddy cheeks and silver streaking through his hair, but he had kind eyes. That, Nikolai remembers well.

     He sees the same soft blue in Anya’s eyes. 

     Anya’s heart warms at the memory of him. She last saw him just before she enlisted, months ago, and he’d watched her leave with shining eyes and a worried little pout. He’d tried to smile.

     He hadn’t wanted her to know he was afraid.

     "I’m his only child.” Anya’s lips form a tight line. “And the Grisha testers would have shipped me off to the Little Palace. I'd be lucky to ever see my parents again, Nikolai. Once you are labelled Grisha, it is a brand you bear for life. It becomes the only thing you are, and I... I love my parents for protecting me. I don't practise or train, I don't... I didn't know what I was doing in the stables. I don't know what I was thinking. I just wanted him to stop."

     Her voice is quiet, so quiet he can hardly hear her now.

     Nikolai wishes Lenkov were still alive, if only so he could rip the man to pieces with his bare hands. A shallow grave isn’t good enough. He should’ve left the body in the woods and let the wolves have him instead.

     "I've killed before. We're soldiers. But I never... I didn't mean to..." Anya's voice cracks, and a sob bubbles up in her throat. She presses her palm hard against her mouth, hard enough that her teeth almost pierce the skin, as if that will keep her tears at bay.

     Nikolai leans forward. Rests a gentle hand on her knee. She looks at him, eyes glistening with tears. His heart shatters in his chest, and the shards of it dig into his lungs with every breath he takes.

     "I won't tell anyone," he says, solemn as the grave. "About what happened, or about you. I swear."

     "Thank you."

     When daylight comes and Dominik finds them huddled together in a quiet corner of the house, Anya’s head resting against Nikolai’s chest as if the steady rhythm of his heartbeat had soothed her to sleep, he knows something immeasurable has changed between them. 

     He nudges Nikolai’s foot and quickly ducks out of the room as his friend begins to stir, and he doesn’t know what secret the pair of them share now, but Dominik swears he will take it to the grave, too.

[mylittlegemlins]

Spy x family hurt/comfort ideas for destroy your soul:

-loid and yor are expecting a child, anya is jealous that they don't love her as much as their own child.

-Loid, speaking seriously with Sylvia: " fuck it, I'm going to keep them and if you want me to continue being your star spy, you're going to give me missions that don't involve falling in love with women or adopting children, one is enough for me. "

-Loid thinks about the joy his wife and daughter bring him: God, when was the last time I did something just for… fun? Why I didn't do it befo-... oh right... This is a mission

-Loid wonders how Yor had never dated anyone until she was 27, then Yor interprets something very literal and Loid thinks, oh that's why.

-Since Loid saw that Anya had too much stress after the sandbox test, he is very worried about her mental health. Anya stares into space because she's busy thinking about what he thought. But he thinks that the poor girl she is dissociating due to a trauma and he tries to repair her with kisses and hugs.

-The mission ends on the night of a full moon, so Anya has no idea if her father plans to get rid of them, or how, or when, she just stays close to her parents for as long as she can.

-Yor begins to question if she is going to be married to Loid until death do them part, since she barely knows Loid... Well, she knows him a little... For a year... But she is not sure of her feelings for him.

- -Loid finally decides to take Anya to the doctor because bleeding from the nose every time you get overwhelmed by loud noises might not be normal. Anya is just terrified that the doctors will open her brain and see that she has her powers, somehow. he also discovers that she is very low in weight and height for her age and worries even more.

-you love me? Direct question to destroy the heart of the best spy in the country, especially if it comes from a child, especially if it comes from an orphan, especially if it comes from his daughter who has never lived more than 4 months with an adoptive family because they did not get attached to her. Answer honestly, she will know if you lie.

-The Strix mission ended. Loid abandons Anya and breaks up with Yor without much explanation. only to regret it 15 minutes later and run to find them.

-Anya obtains 7 tonitrus having already 7 stellas. And she knows that expulsion is closer than the prize. So she runs away from home.

- Anya is finally ready to tell Loid a little about her birth mother and the orphanage, and it hurts.

-Anya never had a birthday party because there was no budget at the orphanage. Loid is able to hiring even the boys who cry if that makes his daughter happy

-Yor is hospitalized due to a fight and telling your husband that you have appendicitis is easier than explaining to him that some criminals shot you 3 times in the hip and who the hell you're still alive.

-Bond has to bite one Forger to save them from some imminent danger he predicted but the rest of the family panics and gets very angry with Bond.

-"If you keep getting close to dangerous guys you are going to get really hurt one day." Ergo, Anya gets hurt.

-Did you know that adoptable children in real life know that their chances of being adopted go down as they grow older because most only adopt babies? Anya knows it.

-Loid and Yor have no choice but to sleep together because their daughter is terribly ill in the hospital and her last wish is to sleep with them together. Or she actually has a common cold and they took her to the emergency room because they panicked when her fever went up 0.1 degrees.

- Damian wants to hang out with Anya but he would never let Emilie and Ewen find out.

-Loid comforting Anya during an anxiety attack because he thinks it's because of her past and only he knows.

-Instead of directly saying that he wants to keep his family or give up being a spy, he begins by extending the mission for 4 more months, and then another 4 more. And when he realizes 4 years have passed.

-Yor asks Loid about his dead ex-wife because they will never go to leave her flowers or he doesn't have old photos of her and baby Anya. Loid has many photos to fake.

T/W torture

-Anya biological father is a voluteer or one of the scientist because she was made by artificial insemination so that she was born, Anya's mother was kidnapped from a rural town where her language was almost extinct.

-The scientists remove Anya's mother's tongue so that she cannot communicate with her other than through her telepathy.

-The scientists being really mad the first time that her powers didn't work during the full moon.

-Still has nightmares about the electroshock in the laboratory every time she failed the tests. Her parents try to console her but she can't tell them anything, even if she wants. still hurts.

[lexa-griffins]

Oh let's goooo! What could it be for horny hour? (welcome back btw) how about... they're staying at a cabin with all of their friends for a weekend, there's only one room that they designated for a very pregnant Octavia. Clarke and Lexa ate very very horny, but Clarke really really really isn't into exhibitionism, freaks her out, she values her privacy. So Lexa has to find a way that works for them both 🙂‍↕️😏 (let me know if you want more specifics🫡)

Lexa should have known she wouldn't be fine from the start. She dislikes sharing a space with too many people for too long, much less a small living room for two nights with Clarke's friends.

But Clarke had seemed so excited, "One last vacation with everyone before Octavia pops out the baby!" that Lexa could simply not say no.

Now, looking at the cramped space of the living room with all the sleeping bags and at Clarke's water board shorts and bikini top, both her and the wetness between her thighs are regretting every decision. She'd steal Clarke for a quickie on the bedroom if Octavia didnt spend more time napping than with the gang and to be fair, Lexa is not about to fuck on a pregnant lady's bed.

Of course, Clarke is far from stupid and if the way Lexa keeps on touching her arm and back are any indication, her girlfriend is capital H horny.

A chase makeout session here and there that has everyone yell at them to stop being gross, a quick handjob in the bathroom, quickly eating Lexa out in the shower, that's really the most they can do but it doesn't seem to really scratch the itch as Lexa is all but humping her leg at this point.

If Lexa is already usually snappy at their friends, you can be certain she is one second away from bitting someone's head off with how horny she is.

The first night is torture. Despite bringing their own air mattress, the thing is awfully uncomfortable and after pushing her ass agaisnt Clarke's crotch several times and being - very gently admittedly - rejected after being told there is no way she is fucking her with 5 of their friends sleeping right next to them, Lexa is on the edge of murder.

"Shit we're out of beer. Someone needs to go into town!" Anya’s yell is what makes every lightbulb in Lexa's mind go off.

They took Clarke's old van up here, an eyesore Lexa had complained many times about but has never been more glad for than today. She is fast to volunteer herself and Clarke for the task, something that takes a four beers drink in Clarke by surprise but she cant complain before Lexa is grabbing the keys and throwing Clarke in the passenger's sit.

"We're not going to get the beer are we?" Clarke asks some ten minutes into the ride. Lexa takes a turn somewhere, making sure the van is parked somewhere safe and hidden.

"We will." She turns the van off, "But first, i need your cock inside of me so fucking bad."

Somehow, they manage to hang on long enough to make it to the backseat. Clarke's tipsy ass had a massive grin on her face the moment Lexa gets naked.

Lexa laughs, "What are you smiling so much at?"

Clarke's eye shine, "I really like seeing you naked."

Yeah, if Lexa wasn't ready to jump her before, she is now.

Turns out the back of the van is far more comfortable than the stupid air mattress. At least that's Lexa's humble opinion as Clarke drills her dick inside of her.

"Fuck fuck fuck, Clarke go deeper."

Clarke pauses for a second, "You have 8 inches inside, you want more?!"

"Oh shut up and fuck me!" Lexa laughs as she pulls her girlfriend in for a kiss.

Clarke is close, she can tell, "Keep going, love, fill me up, please!"

Clarke's eyes seem to shine in an unusual way at that but she obeys, filling Lexa with her cum.

They stand there for a moment, enjoying their moment alone, Clarke's face is buried in Lexa's shoulder and long fingers trace her back.

Suddenly a couple of tears fall on Lexa's shoulders.

"Love?" Lexa asks softly.

Clarke lifts her head, eyes filled with tears but a smile on her face.

"What's wrong?" Lexa tucks a strand of blonde hair behind Clarke's ear, cleaning up a tear with her thumb.

"Do you think next year we'll get the bedroom?" Clarke asks.

"The... bedroom?" Lexa wrecks her brain trying to understand what Clarke means.

"Yeah." It's the only answer she gets.

It finally clicks and Lexa smiles. She pulls Clarke down for a kiss, her heart fluttering. Clarke kisses her back, excited.

With their foreheads touching, Lexa stares at Clarke in the eye, "Get me pregnant before you rpopose to me Clarke Griffin and your head will be the only thing to enter that bedroom."

Lexa kisses Clarke's pouty face as an apology and Clarke accepts it.

They are paying for the beer when Raven calls them asking them how long dod they fuck for that it took them nearly 3 hours to take what should have been a 40 minute drive to and from town.

[whoiwanttoday]

I saw Furiosa last night and I quite liked it. I don't think it quite stacks up to Fury Road even though in a formalists view this was a more complete movie. It's just that George Miller figured out you can make the perfect action movie and tell all your story through action with very little talking in Fury Road and then this movie had talking. Which sounds dumb but Fury Road was special because it was such intense action and so unlike other movies. This movie was still really good, it's just that the total level of awesome might be a bit lower and I got the vibe from people leaving the theater they were mildly disappointed. Which is silly because also it seems like everyone thought it ruled, they just expected it to rule harder. To be human, I suppose. Anyway, if you asked me before last night did I know that I needed to see Anya Taylor Joy shoot a hang glider with a spear gun and drag him into swinging metal balls I would have told you I have long suspected I did but it was confirmed last night. She was good, I like her performance and I think she was always getting posted today either way, cause she has looked so good leading up to this. But also the action in the movie was really cool and she was a bad ass. Today I want to fuck Anya Taylor Joy.

[frozenartscapes]

Not Worried - Spy x Family Oneshot

“Aren’t you worried…about not coming home?”

It had only been a few weeks since their secrets had been accidentally uncovered in a mission gone wrong, and Loid (Agent Twilight - a spy for Westalis Intelligence) and Yor (Thorn Princess - a secret assassin) were still getting the hang of their new normal. Loid watched on from the couch, a few mission documents he no longer had to keep hidden left in front of him on the coffee table, as Yor gave herself emergency first aid in the kitchen. He had moved to get up to help but she insisted that the obvious gunshot wound on her arm wasn’t worth the trouble and that she could handle it.

And he had been skeptical because it was Yor. Not that he didn’t have faith in her, but… Well, he didn’t have much confidence in her stitching abilities. Despite that, she entered the living room after a few minutes, bandaged and bloodied, and plunked down in his usual chair.

And that was when he asked the question.

Yor frowned, her ruby eyes flitting to Anya’s closed door. The little girl should be sound asleep by now, blissfully unaware of the true nature of her parents’ jobs.

“No,” she replied simply.

Loid raised an eyebrow. “Yor… I know you have great skill,” he began cautiously, “But that doesn’t change the fact that your job is dangerous. You mean to tell me that you aren’t worried that there could be a night where you don’t come home?”

Yor shrugged. “I know there is always a chance, Loid,” she sighed, “And I truly would feel awful if my last thoughts are that Anya would lose another mother. But that is also why I’m not worried.”

He frowned in confusion. “But…”

“Loid.” She was serious, now. Her eyes had hardened and were sharp as flint, her entire being radiating powerful determination. “I’m not worried about being killed on the job,” she stated in a low tone he had come to call her “Thorn Princess” voice, “I’m not worried because if I ever die then I swear on my very soul I will claw my way out of Hell to return to you and Anya. Nothing will keep me from my family, not even Death.”

The funny thing Loid had been learning about Yor is, despite how insane that declaration was, he believed it. Because if anyone could look the Reaper square in the face and tell them to fuck off, it was Yor Forger.

And it…hurt. Because he wished he could say the same. He was painfully aware that once his mission was over, then he will likely be forced to leave. Having a family would only get in the way of being a spy. Even if his wife turned out to be an assassin - or, it may be because his wife was an assassin. (It was still too early to tell if it was a good or bad thing yet.)

Yor was willing to stand up to the lords of the underworld to return to the people she has come to call family, while Loid… Twilight…

He couldn’t even tell Handler that she had left a tag on her new jacket.

He also cast a longing glance at Anya’s door, feeling guilt boil uncontrollably in his chest. Yor noticed, and reached across the gap between them to gently take his hand that was on the armrest of the couch. She ran her thumb over his knuckles, leaving a little smear of blood that was probably hers.

“Let’s just focus on living right now, not in the future,” she suggested, “One job at a time.”

He managed to eke out a small smile, meeting her beautiful eyes and once more feeling his spirits lift. “Alright, I can do that,” he relented.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking in each other’s company, until something she said finally registered with Loid.

“You assume you’re going to Hell?” he demanded, unable to hide the shock in his voice. Yor was the nicest person he’d ever met! She was so good to Anya, so thoughtful and warm and helpful! Why would she ever think that—

He glanced back at her to discover she had pulled out one of her stilettos, still stained with some blood, and was idly twirling it in one hand with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Oh. Right.”

[clexaweekofficial]

Here are the themes that won for the upcoming Clexaweek23! If you would like to participate, just create something (write a fic, draw some art, make a moodboard, a video edit, you name it!) that somehow involves that particular theme. Whether you create or not, please participate by supporting each other! :) Reblog posts instead of just liking, and leave nice comments on content! 

Day 1: Monday, February 27th - Childhood Friends

Clarke and Lexa were friends as children! Example: maybe Clarke and Lexa have been glued at the hip since they were five years old. They went to school together, then college, and now they have an apartment together. They don’t really understand why everyone assumes they’re dating; or why they seem to get so jealous when the other person IS dating. Maybe Clexa were best friends in elementary school, until Lexa moved away. Now they’re in their thirties, Clarke is a divorced single mother, and she’s shocked when she realized that her kid’s teacher is none other than her childhood best friend. Maybe Lexa had a very difficult childhood and Clarke was the first friend she ever made, until Lexa was forced to move away; years later, they meet again in a support group, both having lost their partners. Maybe they were best friends until a falling out in middle school; awkward moment when they realize they’re roommates!

Day 2: Tuesday, February 28th - Secret Relationship

Lexa and Clarke in a secret relationship with each other. Examples: Are Clexa rivals in public but besotted behind closed doors? Is Clarke secretly dating her best friend’s sister which is totally off-limits? Is Lexa hiding the fact that she’s been dating her ex’s ex? Is Clarke secretly dating her best friend’s worst enemy? 

Day 3: Wednesday, March 1st - Fake Dating

The opposite of day 2! Clarke and Lexa are pretending to date. Examples: Maybe Lexa desperately needs a date to bring home for the holidays to get her mom off her back, so who better to ask than the cute girl she keeps running into at her favorite coffee shop? Maybe Clarke needs some temporary arm-candy to make an ex jealous! Maybe Clarke is trying to impress a boss who seems to only want to hang outside of work with a couples’ date, so she convinces Lexa to pretend to be her girlfriend and come out to dinner with her unbearable boss because she REALLY needs that promotion! 

Day 4: Thursday, March 2nd - Accidents Happen!

I put together Accidental Kiss and Accidental marriage/relationship since they’re so close together. Bottom line is Clexa accidentally do SOMETHING. Maybe they’re rivals on the same sports team and are so swept up in the euphoria of their win that they kiss right there on the field! Or maybe they’re strangers who wake up in Vegas and are horrified to realize they’re married. Maybe Lexa’s wife left her at the alter because she claims Lexa will never love her as much as she loves someone else. A devastated Lexa has no idea what she means, but she already paid for the honeymoon so why not take her best friend Clarke with her? Except oops, in the morning they wake up hungover and naked and the ring Lexa had bought Costia is on Clarke’s finger. Maybe Clexa are just fuck buddies, friends with benefits - except one day they realize oops, it’s been ten months and I have my own drawer space at your place and my own toothbrush and shit are we dating, are we living together??

Day 5: Friday, March 3rd - Friends or foes?

Both Enemies to Lovers and Friends to Lovers tied, so what does that mean? We do both! You can choose to use one of these, or do both! Examples: Maybe Lexa HATES her neighbor Clarke, who always seems to wake her up in the middle of the night because she apparently can’t paint without listening to music. Maybe Clarke is Lexa’s best friend Clarke HATES her neighbor that always seems to throw rowdy parties, and she lets her know that (and later, makes the horrifying discovery that this woman, Lexa, is not even the actual neighbor; it’s Lexa’s sister, Anya). Maybe Clarke and Lexa are work friends until Lexa’s given a promotion that Clarke deserved, and now she hates her. Maybe they’re allies in a war until Lexa takes a deal and leaves Clarke to dry. Maybe Lexa hates Clarke, who broke her best friend’s heart - except then she realize Clarke is actually super nice and they’re friends now and maaaaybe Lexa looks at her lips too much.

Day 6: Saturday, March 4th - Workplace Romance

Clexa at work! Examples: Are they rival farmers? Are they firefighters who can’t keep their cool around each other? Do they both contribute at the local farmer’s market and their stalls are right next to each other but they’re both too useless to actually make a move? Does Clarke get hired to paint a mural in Lexa’s cafe? Is Clarke an ER doctor and Lexa the cute EMT that picks terrible times to flirt with her? Are they coworkers at some company kept vague bc all we’re focusing on is the opportunities that await us once all the items have been swept off the desk? 

Day 7: Sunday, March 5th - Free Day

For free day, you can do anything you want. You can choose a theme that didn’t win. You can even use it as an Update Your WIP day!

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Here are the guidelines for participating.

I posted this on November 11th; we have exactly 3 months and 17 days until Clexaweek23! :) 

So excited to see all the new creations! Leida!