#He only does things when hes forced to do them like. The fuckers were on their phones while i had to squeeze the water out of shredded

[eudico-my-beloved]

I fucking hate my culinary class table group soooo bad i should be allowed to hit them with carrots i think

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Homelander being obsessed with his sister HC II

Warnings: heavy siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, dubcon, noncon, manipulation, stalking, basically all the horrible parts of HL come out to play, MC has blonde hair and blue eyes like HL, different plot than 'All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed', kidnapping

I III IV V

Mother fucker would definitely find a way to lock you up in his personal apartment. It’s not easy to keep a supe that had the same powers as him as a captive. Through trial and error, Homelander would find a way to keep you hidden. His little secret

Has major mood change at work and a new skip in his step. All smiles and syrupy sweet voice.

Your parents and friends would go into immediate action to try and find you.

HL installs motion detector cameras throughout his apartment to keep an eye on you when he’s too far away. If anything happened, he knew he could be there in a flash

All day you were forced to wait for him until he got off of work (though does a hero ever really have time off?), like a pet. During that time all you could do was stare at the tv that HL had kindly turned on for you.

Of course you'd tried to escape in the beginning. But HL was faster than you.

Bored out of your mind from the constant stream of tv, you'd manage to wiggle over to the box that Homelander had shown you your first day there. You had time to really look at the contents though it was difficult without the free use of your hands. There were pictures of you as a little girl with your mom and dad. Lo and behold, you even found a picture of you on a young HL lap. Documents upon documents with Vought's stamp on them had you accepting the truth that HL was indeed your blood brother.

Homelander gives up trying to jog your memory once you inform him that you really don't remember much growing up. But you acknowledge him as being your sibling by blood.

"I believe you, but this doesn't condone kidnapping and keeping me here, Homelander." You countered, still not understanding why he went through all of this trouble. Just because you were his sister? That seemed too outrageous to you. Then again, you still didn't really know the real Homelander.

He corrects you. "John. You can call me John." He'd told you that several times but you just couldn't bring yourself to say such a simple name to this legend of a man.

Honestly, the whole abduction thing was a spur of the moment idea but once he found himself in the air with you in his arms, he made the decision that he was going to keep you to himself whether you liked it or not. That was the only way to make sure you wouldn't forget him again or leave him.

And some morbidly twisted feeling was growing inside of him every time he looked at you. You were perfect. Like he was. He talked himself into thinking that this was okay, that he was always meant for someone who was just as perfect as he was. And who better than you who has the same genetic mockup as he did.

He'd tell you all of this like it was the most simplest thing in the world. You gape at him in horror at his grotesque explanation.

Unnerve and discontent raised the hairs up on the back of your neck. What he'd said sounded a lot like him talking about incest. That roiled your stomach, making you feel sick.

He hated the fear he smelled on you in that moment, Homelander even pulls back from you and puts you at arm's length. You hate how he reduced you to someone so helpless. You also hate how much he really scares you.

Swallowing something thick in his throat, HL looks away from you with what you could only read as disgust. Maybe at you? Not for you though. For himself. He'd scared you and that was enough to shame him.

He'd mutter out an incredibly soft apology before leaving his apartment.

I'm thinking that as long as I have HC ideas of this, that I'll just be adding parts whenever the feeling strikes 🙂

[getmeoutofhell]

Amber Freeman x Ethan Landry x F Reader Headcanons

warnings: cussing, real toxic behavior, they stalk reader, SMUT!, degradation, squirting, STRAP! usage, & more.

a/n: my tumblr is being a ugly bitch so i can’t add pictures or anything pretty rn. so sorry. also, as i said in this post, i finally finished them. enjoy!!

SFW:

this duo is something else

ethan had met amber after her and richie survived scream 5. (they’re not together)

when they first saw you…oh boy…

they stalked you.

like REALLY stalked you.

they knew every single thing about you.

they even knew what size underwear you wore, what clothes you wear, and they knew all your friends.

even sometimes they would somehow sneak into your place and watch you.

yes, you would get called from ghostface occasionally from them.

when you first got the phone calls, you thought it was a joke and laughed it off.

then it got worse.

stuff in your place started moving around and you thought you were going crazy.

one day you had enough and started dialing the police.

but ethan had came out from behind you and knocked you unconscious.

you then woke up still in your bed, but felt someone else’s presence.

you freaked out but they forced you to calm down.

it just kinda escalated from there.

you eventually excepted them in your life.

maybe after they threatened you not to leave…

ethan is more soft than amber but amber can have some soft moments.

she’s more in control of everything than ethan is. like she plans most of the dates and what y’all would be doing that day. you love her for it tho.

ethan is almost the complete opposite of amber. he just does whatever she says and has no problem with it. even when you came along he just listens to you, to an extent of course.

oh god they would be the happiest ever if you decided to join them as ghost face!! literally would smother you in kisses.

if you ever get mad at one of them, be prepared for the other to defend you. every single time.

BUT if you’re mad at both of them…oh god…

like one time you tried to leave to apartment for a few hours because they both pissed you off. so ethan and amber followed you to the door and pinned you up against it.

“let’s just talk this out y/n. what are you leaving for, huh? we can all sit and talk and make up, i promise.” ethan told you.

you still tried to leave, not wanting to hear any of their bullshit.

let’s just say you didn’t couldn’t leave and you ended up sleep between them that night.

you guys have a group chat on y’all’s phones and it’s just chaos everywhere.

ethan sending shitty memes and amber sending shitty memes back.

they both really can’t cook for shit so you’re gonna have to do ALL the cooking.

if YOU can’t cook, well just get ready to to order takeout every damn day. because these fuckers SUCK at cooking, seriously!

but all jokes aside they actually love you so much, and would do anything for you!!

ethan loves laying on top of you. as amber loves laying beneath you. so it just works out in the end for you three.

ethan for some reason loves grocery shopping with you guys. amber on the other hand…no. you have to force her to go ANYWHERE where you have to buy off a list. she just doesn’t like it for some reason.

they also give you a daily time on when you can go out.

you can’t go anywhere after 8 pm, so have fun with that!

and if you do try to ‘sneak’ out, don’t.

NSFW:

this is gonna get crazy…so get ready.

so you know when i said y’all have a group chat? yeah memes isn’t the only thing they send you.

sometimes amber will send videos of her fucking you with her strap in the middle of the day, just because she wants to. she’ll be like- “remember when i was digging in yo shit?” or something like that.

ethan is the bottom in the relationship. he’s such a bottom for you and amber. unless he gets mad…then you’re gonna be struggling to walk for a bit.

well one day y’all went out and spent the night in a hotel.

and then this happened…

let’s just say, you really enjoyed that night.

their moans send you to another dimension.

amber will ride ethan’s face, as you ride his cock and she’ll hold hands with you.

ambers an actual BEAST in bed, so don’t be surprised if she fucks you till the point of over stimulation.

ethan actually whines sometimes. you love his groans but his whines send you over the edge.

amber on the other hand moans so fucking beautifully. it’s music to your ears along with ethan.

every blue moon ethan will send a video of him jerking off with the sound on. he only does it to tease you both. amber loves it tho, she uses it to get off when she’s away from home.

YES, they both have fucked you in their ghostface costumes before.

you’ll never forget that night istg.

amber one time squirted on your face before. it was her birthday so you wanted to surprise her by letting her sit on your face. i guess your head must’ve been THAT good.

get on top of ethan and ride his bulge, while you suck ambers nipples. god what a sight that must be.

they ADORE your pretty pussy. they love it so fucking much you have no idea.

you once went in front of them in a robe and just flashed them out of nowhere. you couldn’t walk for 3 days after that.

amber is horny ALL the time, so be ready to deal with her touching all over your body every minute. as for ethan, he also gets horny ALL the time. so now you have to deal with BOTH of them.

before you guys got together, when they used to stalk you (they still do) they would go watch you touch yourself and get off to that. sometimes they would even film you and watch it later. (they still do that).

they also sometimes wake up in the middle of night horny asf. once ethan woke up at 2 am and his cock was rock hard, so he first woke up amber, then they both woke you up and it was just heaven from there.

have ethan eat your pussy while amber makes out with you. just do it, you’ll love it.

and also remember when i said they didn’t let you leave? yeah they fucked you so good that night you had no choice but to stay.

they DEGRADE you MOST of the time.

“you’re a fucking slut y/n.”

“you fucking whore.”

stuff like that.

but if you behave, they’ll reward you.

like for example, when amber and ethan went out to kill tara. they told you no leavening and no touching yourself. you obey and when they got home they made love to you as a reward. and also ate your pussy.

if you ever send them nudes while they’re out killing, get ready for a LONG night at home. because these fuckers will make you cum so much that you feel drained. well after a kill they get pretty horny anyway so, i guess you’re fucked.

but all in all, they love you and love giving you pleasure in any type of way!

hope you enjoyed!!

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Hungry for you

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 6

Prompt: Cooking together

Rated: M

CW: sexually explicit language

Tags: No UD AU; modern AU (if you squint); record shop owner!Eddie; restaurant owner!Steve; sexual tension; seriously, it's so thick you could cut it with a knife; top Steve; bottom Eddie

Notes: This is actually taken from a waaay longer AU that I've been rotating in my head for a while but haven't had time to expand on yet. So this was actually the perfect opportunity to get some of it out.

Eddie is in danger. 

Mortal peril, in fact. The cold-sweat-beading-on-skin, heart-in-your-throat, limbs-heavy-with-dread kind of danger. He's minutes away from sneaking to the bathroom and calling Gareth, ask him to bail him out under some pretense. 

Only he'd probably laugh at him, the fucker. 

Because, granted, being trapped in your hot neighbor's fancy kitchen with a glass of wine beside you and candles burning on the windowsill does not sound like a dangerous situation. 

But it is.

Oh God, it so is.

Eddie's an idiot. 

Should've known this was a Bad Idea (capital letters, TM) the second Steve said he wanted to invite him to dinner. 

"Sure," Eddie had stammered. (No, answered. He's a grown-ass adult with his own record store, he does not stammer over the sexy restaurant owner from across the street suggesting dinner.) "I'll swing by the restaurant tomorrow, or-" 

"Not at the restaurant," Steve's eyes had lit up with that fond glint, voice dropping into a low timbre. "My place. I wanna take my time with you." 

The alarm signs were all there. Wailing sirens, big fat neon letters spelling DANGER and ABORT and STOP. 

But Eddie's sense of self-preservation has always been a bit skewed. 

So here they are.

"I hope you like pasta?" Steve asked a few minutes ago. "We're making Tagliatelle al Limone with green asparagus." 

"Sounds great," Eddie said, when in all honesty, he hadn’t processed much beyond the word pasta. Too distracted by the way Steve’s shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing trim arms dotted in flour. "I make SpaghettiOs for dinner all the time." 

Steve makes his own pasta. He's currently rolling golden dough into an even layer to cut it into stripes. Eddie forces himself to quit staring at the flexing muscles in his arms and returns to his own task. Namely, peeling the asparagus. With a potato peeler. 

He's peeling asparagus with a fucking potato peeler like a ten-year-old who can't be trusted to not cut himself. Which is a frustratingly adequate assessment, in all honesty, so he didn't complain when Steve handed him the thing. Only now he's feeling like an idiot, standing at this hardwood counter between all these pans and pots and shiny appliances. Christ, his own kitchen is two cabinets with lopsided doors, an electric hotplate, and an ancient microwave pulling double-duty as an oven.

What the fuck is he even doing here?  

The answer to that, apparently, is fucking up his one task, because his hand slips and he almost manages to cut himself on the potato peeler. The stem - or stick or whatever the fuck it is you call them - of asparagus in his hand snaps and the tip flops to the countertop. Eddie swears, which causes Steve to turn and arch an eyebrow. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Oh, I'm peachy," Eddie brandishes the mutilated asparagus at him. "Unlike this little fella here, but y’know… collateral damage or whatever." 

Steve eyes the battlefield of fallen and mangled asparagus brethren on the counter and smiles. 

"That's alright," he shrugs. "We're cutting them into pieces anyhow." 

"Oh," Eddie just says, because one, if it's okay, why didn't Steve tell him before, and two, if it's okay, then why is Steve sauntering over with that ever-so-slight, blink-and-you-miss-it sway of his hips? 

Which Eddie definitely isn't doing. Blink, that is. He thinks he may have lost the ability to.

Before he can recover, Steve is already slotting into place behind him - an entirely unnecessary move in the spacious kitchen - sliding his arms around his waist and covering Eddie’s hands with his own. They're large and lean and graceful, those hands, all long, skilled fingers and soft, tan skin. Eddie has a very unhelpful mental image of those hands on his naked skin. Those fingers in his mouth, that honeyed voice ordering him to suckle, get them nice and slick for-

"You know," says Steve, right by his ear. His hands have started guiding Eddie’s, holding a stem of asparagus on the countertop, slicing the outer layer away with gentle but firm strokes. Eddie can feel his body heat through their clothes, feel Steve's breath leaving a hot trail on his skin. "Asparagus is rumored to have a very special effect on the human body…" 

"Wha-?" Eddie starts. His blood can't decide whether to rush to his face or his cock. It makes him all woozy - which will forever be the excuse he tells himself for what next comes out of his mouth. "Oh, I know! It makes your piss stink." 

Steve's hands freeze. Eddie considers killing himself with the potato peeler. 

And then Steve laughs. Rumbly noises from deep in his chest that send vibrations all through Eddie’s body. 

"No, silly," he says, voice dripping with that gentle condescension that should make Eddie livid but somehow only serves to kindle the coiling heat in his abdomen. "It's an aphrodisiac."

Eddie blinks.

"So it … makes you horny?" 

Steve hums. "Allegedly." 

Eddie gulps. Stares down at the potato peeler lying limply in his hand. Steve's hands have migrated to his hips at some point during their exchange, thumbs pushing up the hem of his shirt just the tiniest bit. 

"Crazy," he hears himself say. "Haven’t even eaten any yet." 

Steve presses his lips to his neck in a not-quite-kiss, just a coy smile touching skin. 

"So it's working?" 

Eddie wants those lips and hands on his skin, wants Steve's tongue and teeth all over his body, voice and touch and warmth seeping into him until he forgets how to think, forgets his own name, until all he knows is Steve and this burning, all-consuming want, want, want-

Steve laughs, pats his ass lightly. Eddie yelps as if slapped. 

"All in due time, baby. Can't have dessert before dinner." Steve winks. "Better continue with that asparagus." 

Eddie is not going to survive.

Part 2

All of my holiday drabbles

[untitledmemes]

Hazbin Hotel Prompts

Part I An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Oh, shit. Did you hear all of that? ”

“ I enjoy your theatrics. ”

“ I just hope what I'm trying to do here will work. ”

“ Well hello there, you wayward sinner. Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? ”

“ Your last attempt at salvation starts here. ”

“ Thank you so much for making this. Seriously. Amazing. ”

“ Oh, fun. You had a little fun with it? ”

“ Sex sells, don't it? ”

“ I really don't want to exploit you in that way. ”

“ This body was made to be exploited. ”

“ I could keep goin' all night, baby. ”

“ Why do you think I'm here? ”

“ I like being forced. ”

“ I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid. ”

“ That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it? ”

“ Just because nobody made it out before, doesn't mean it's not possible. ”

“ There's just no way I could blow it, not this once in a lifetime chance. ”

“ It's a happy day in hell. ”

“ Ha! I fucking got you!. ”

“ So, I'm happy we got this opportunity to meet. ”

“ I need you to be less horny, if possible. ”

“ I ain't no actor! I can't memorize this shit! ”

“ So, anyway, we fucked and it was awesome. ”

“ Fucking love putting my name on shit. Shit's the best. ”

“ Alright, um, maybe we can try and fix it in post. ”

“ Seems like you're having a bit of trouble there, hm? ”

“ I wouldn't try that, my dear. ”

“ I don't care who or what you are. If you're staying here, you are going to make this work. ”

“ Awesome job, danger tits. Pound it. ”

“ Those are my people. You know that, right? ”

“ They had their chance and they earned damnation. ”

“ How does that feel? To know how little you matter. ”

“ Let me stop you right there, save us all precious time. ”

“ Did I hear you imply they don't deserve death? ”

“ It means we're all royally fucked. ”

“ We should just go down there now and destroy them. ”

“ Oh please, you had less than half a chance when you started all this. ”

“ Well, it's not like people are going to show up at our doorstep. ”

“ Now that's good television. ”

“ Whatever could be the problem, my dear? ”

“ Fuck my life. ”

“ I have a fire to put out upstairs. ”

“ Well, looks like you have everything under control here. ”

“ Take care of the piss baby. ”

“ That fucking slut walked out on me. ME. I fucking made him! ”

“ Which of these makes me look sexier? ”

“ What are you doing? You're not going over there. ”

“ Now that's why they pay you the big bucks. ”

“ I think he's had enough. ”

“ Thank you... For letting your guard down! ”

“ Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. ”

“ That fucker is back! ”

“ You still pissed he almost beat you that time? ”

“ Things changed a lot since he left town. ”

“ Welcome home. I'm gonna make you wish that you stayed gone. ”

“ Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? ”

“ Where's he been? Who gives a shit? ”

“ You old timey prick, I'll show you suffering. ”

“ I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone. ”

“ How exactly are we supposed to stop it? ”

“ Who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting? ”

“ I didn't come looking for a fight. ”

“ Aren't you supposed to protect this place? ”

“ I give you a week. Tops. ”

“ It's nice to have someone interested for once. ”

“ Never leave me again. ”

“ I definitely remember you now. ”

“ It's great, right? Keep going. ”

“ The only cool thing has is to say no to drugs. ”

“ I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage! ”

“ You like me. You really like me! ”

“ You actually think you can change? ”

“ You slippery little shit! ”

“ I fucking knew there was something shitty about you. ”

“ Get your aggressively average body off of me! ”

“ This little bitch is a traitor! ”

“ Wait, you were caught? It hasn't even been a day! ”

“ The path to forgiveness is a twisting trail of hearts, but sorry is where it starts. ”

“ Why are you so lame? ”

“ You'll have to try better than that next time, ol' pal. ”

[inkyquince]

please inky, continue w your thought about ex-husbands and divorce.. pleaseee expand omfg your mind is so big i just wanna chomp on it 😞

ASJODDJAIJS

characters. Avery. Remy. Bailey. (Degrees of Lewdity)

yeah, so content warning, toxic behaviour, mention of sex after some wine so that's hinted to be dubcon as hell, angst, especially with mister Hay Bales. also bailey's section has a shit ton of coercion, and its implied reader is remarried.

okay, so camp "I signed, but I'm mad now" of divorced husband is very much Avery, Remy, Bailey vibes.

So, Avery didn't MEAN to sign the papers. He was just so fucking seething that he did it out of spite. Fucking throwing the papers at you and tells you to get the fuck out of his house. What I love about Avery, at any moment, he could be in either camp, ngl. Either he'd fight for his reputation, and would never even let you show him the papers, or you get him so riled up, he does it out of pure anger and wanting revenge.

Anyways, his rep does take a blow, but he doesn't care, mans is running off pure spite for the entirety of the divorce proceedings. The moment he realises he needs to pay alimony? Wishes that he could go over to you and throttle you.

But when that anger simmers down? When he's gotten his fill of booze, whore and spite?

Mans is fucking LONELY. He's still angry, but its just general anger at the situation. Look, if you were still an orphan, he'd just get a new sugar baby. Who give a shit. Yeah, it undoes the work he did on you and he doesn't look as forward to date nights as he did, but this is different. You were his spouse. His ex-spouse now, but his spouse. He bared his fucking soul to you. You two had a good fucking life. Just had a few issues he refused to look at. You two were the perfect couople in the town's eyes, how would they have reacted to you two going to counselling?

It's too late though. He swings widly between being a fucking monster of an ex, forcing you to go back to the house to "pick up some stuff" and telling the town that you cheated on him, that's why you two divorced, to sending you gifts on your anniversary and your birthday. Phones you at night, and his voice is so low and sweet, and murmuring that he misses you.

Worse than Avery? Remy.

Remy is the rich bitch town icon that Avery wishes he was. He has you sign a prenup, then you get to live his fucking wealthy ass life. He's a cold ass fucker, so when you want to work on the marriage, he snidely mentions if you don't like it, leave him. Then he's shocked-face when you do. Then to get back at you, he's the one who gets the divorce papers. To get back at him, you sign them. To get back at you, he signs them. To get back at him, you file them.

To get back at you, motherfucker makes sure you get nothing from him in the divorce.

After all the stupid ass shit he pulls, he's fucking annoyed now. You were his other half, the only person he'd ever kneel down for. So, he's a frigid little bitch of an ex husband. But he's also such a fucker.

Like, he's will be so aloof and cold with you, and then idly offer a glass of wine to share when you have to come over to sign for some stuff. Evening ends with him three fingers deep in you, stroking you the way you like it, sucking at your neck greedily.

The treatment he gives you, when its just the two of you, is like the shiny red apple he would hold up to your lips. This is what you could have. But his behaviour away from those times is the stick. This is what you get for leaving him. Trying to usher you back into the estate and spread your legs for him, and only him again.

Bailey? Bailey. Bailey gives the vibes that you two married very young. When there was a spark of hope, and with very few good things in his life, he made sure to put a ring on the one thing that did.

However, he changes over time, becoming the ruthless caretaker of the orphanage, a terrifying criminal, and a worse man. You weren't a soft spot, you were a vulnerable one. Bailey would have had to have some sort of gentleness to him if you were a soft spot. You were a weakness, an achilles heel had had to smother and keep hiddden.

And sadly, that is no way to live.

So seperation. Then divorce. Then he doesn't show up to the court appointment. He pays alimony. He doesn't blink at anything, just takes it in stride, sometimes sneering at you.

But he isn't explosive. He isn't cold. He's just Bailey.

You see him once a month, coming to deliver your half of the money each time. You doubt it's just to see you again, even when you move on with your life and he stays in the orphanage you two always used to hate, and plan to escape from. Maybe its because he enjoys the looks the bankers give you when you have to pull out a shit ton of ironed out bills, taken from his orphans' hands, and put directly into yours.

But, you're still his. Your life hasn't changed at all from when you two were together. The only difference is that he no longer spends two or three nights sleeping next to you anymore.

Because you can't say no to Bailey.

You could be wearing a wedding ring, you could be tired from staying up with your baby, you could be so far into a new, happier life, but it doesn't matter. He doesn't trust whores, paid or not, he hates clubbing, and even with the most tender of sore spots, all they need it a slow, gentle massage.

So you have to drop everything for him. He doesn't give a shit what you could be doing. Bailey has an ache that needs seeing to. Fuck it, he'd go to your house, or get a room, but wouldn't force you back to the orphanage, at least for a long time.

You let him into your body again and again, his rough thrusts no different than when you two still shared a wedding ring. He bites your shoulder, he presses your face into the pillows, and spanks your thighs with his belt.

You never dared to tell him that you won't be able to join him for this stress relievers he seems to rely on. God knows what he'd do. Not to you, you don't take a screw driver to your knee when your sore spot acts up, but everything around you? Your spouse, your job, your life?

So you let him in.

One day he does demand that you go to the orphanage again. You could fight it all you want, but you have to go. There, he fucks you in the attic, just like that time all those years ago, and you decided he was the one you wanted to give your virginity to.

It's the closest he gets to whispering that he wants you back.

[lesinquietes]

P-possessive Reiner smut for your consumption, kind patron? 🥺

Tw; domestic dubcon yandere smut // Yandere!Reiner x reader

—

“Hey sweetheart. I missed you today.”

Reiner is a kind boyfriend when you two are out and about. Your home life is calm, too. It consists of him going to work and you staying at home. The life of a warrior isn’t easy, so your duty is to ensure he can keep a peaceful mind on his off time.

Although initially intimidated, by now, you’ve fallen into your tasks. You cook. You clean. You do his laundry, washing his blood-stained and ripped clothes so he doesn’t have to relive his battles. And he appreciates the work you do. He likes coming home to a kept house. On occasion, he even helps you with the chores — if he’s not too exhausted.

“Hey… lemme help with those.”

When you find yourself with little to do, you sit by the window with a book. As soon as you moved in, he bought you a whole shelf full of them. He likes it when you exercise your brain. Being cooped up all the time can’t be good for you. He wishes that he could let you out for a bit of fresh air — that he could trust you to be safe on your own. He can’t, though; not with the state of Marley. Your existence here is tranquil, especially when compared to the lives of others Eldians. He wants to keep you protected.

But that’s the downside of Reiner. He’s too goddamn possessive. You grew up in Marley all your life. You were good and keeping your head down and hovering beneath the radar. Since Reiner took you as his, you understand there are more challenges to your survival. There are people here who want to hurt your boyfriend and his colleagues; you’re positive they would harm you to get to him if they had to. You don’t think that doesn’t mean you should have to compromise your way of being.

“Please don’t be upset with me, baby. I’m doing this for you — for us. I couldn’t keep living if something happened to you.”

The hulking blonde does take you out of the house on occasion. It’s usually when you’ve cried and begged for long enough, or dropped the “u” word — unhappy. He gets frantic when he hears that. He knows you don’t have the capacity to leave; nonetheless, he doesn’t want you to feel forced to be with him, either. He wants your organic love, even though it was never natural to begin with. You two were newly acquainted when the government announced his request and had you move in.

When he brings you into the public sphere, people understandably stare. It’s not necessarily because they’re attracted to you; it could also be due to you being a novelty appearance. Unfortunately, he doesn’t see it like that. He inevitably sees it as others trying to steal what’s his.

“Keep close to me. Less stares that way. And don’t leave my arm. I don’t trust those fuckers by the store.”

Everyone is a threat to his happiness. He’s never at ease. He’s constantly on edge from having to defend you from opponents that don’t exist. You feel his fist tighten around your smaller hand when he stops to chat with a colleague and they gawk at you for a bit too long. Porco is a fine example of this. You suppose he only does it to get under Reiner’s skin, but he tends to make you uncomfortable with his prying eyes, too. The blonde actively tries to avoid the shorter male when he brings you around these days.

And no matter how many times you tell your possessive boyfriend that you’re not a trophy to be won, or goods to be accumulated, he reacts the same way.

“You know I don’t mean it like that, sweetheart. You’re just so fucking special to me.”

That’s why he fucks you so hard when you two get home, pent up and frustrated that people have the audacity to ogle his piece of heaven. He’s a soldier, for fuck’s safe; he puts his life on the line for these bastards, and they dare trace their hungry glares up and down your figure. He wants to teach them a thing or two, and he fucking hates it. He shouldn’t be so brazen with his protectiveness — you shouldn’t make him want to maim everyone who looks at you.

His teeth sink into your flesh, leaving marks on your neck, shoulders, and breasts. It doesn’t matter how light or dark your skin is, he finds a way to leave the deepest, darkest blemishes on your body. Subtle, perhaps; but not to those exploring what you have to offer. The next time he takes you out, he’ll make you wear outfits that show them off. With his arm around your waist, keeping you glued firmly to his side, there’s no room for ambiguity. You’re very much his, and that will never change.

“Want you forever honey… oh fuck… wanna stay inside you forever.”

You claw his back as he slides deeper into your hole. He doesn’t slow his pace. He doesn’t retreat to a shallower length. He continues to pound you until you’re begging him to have mercy. And he does; he does! It just takes him a moment to process what you said.

He doesn’t intend to harm you, he merely gets lost in his mind sometimes, when he’s super stressed. You understand, right? Of course you do. He kisses and licks on you until it makes sense, until you recognize that he loves you, until you know — without a shadow of a doubt — how much you mean to him. Even if you had concerns prior to him making you cum, you don’t after.

[suugarbabe]

[Chapter 11] the final chapter

word count: 3.6k

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of torture, mentions of death (murder), heavy smut, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, p in v

an: this is the LAST CHAPTER of Protego. I am very very thankful to all who've stuck around and read everything. Please note that this chapter ends the way it does as it is leading to a sequel. Be on the lookout for my Enzo series soon

The sound of bone smashing bone rang between Mattheo’s ears as he watched Birdie’s fist connect with what was left of Damiano’s face. In an instant his arms were wrapped around her, lifting her up and pulling her a few feet back. “Woah, there, hold on now,” it was like his words fell to the ground, not even reaching her ears as she thrashed in his arms. Enzo’s voice invaded his head, Let her down, Matty. She needs this. She deserves it after everything he put her through. Reluctantly, Mattheo obliges, and the clever little witch is immediately on the fucker again but with more of an unforgiving hand. 

Red light leaves the tip of her wand as a spell Mattheo knows all too well, both as the caster and the receiver, hits Damiano’s weakening body. Funny thing about the cruciatus curse is that there are different levels and intensity to it. And with the hatred Birdie held for Damiano, Mattheo could only imagine the pain he must be feeling. Fucking good, he thought. The screech that left Damiano’s throat was like music to Mattheo’s ears, a sinister grin breaking out on his face. Mattheo can’t help the pride that swells within him when she spits another spell from her lips. “Sectum sempra,” even through gritted teeth her voice was the sweetest sound to him. 

With a flick of her wrist the wounds she had just created disappeared. Looking to his left Mattheo sees that he’s not the only one wearing a confused expression. The spell leaves her lips again, the bastard in front of her grasping for breath and bleeding profusely before she heals him once more. Theo leaned in close between Enzo and Mattheo, his voice speaking the thoughts that were roaming in Mattheo’s mind, “What is she doing, why is hse healing him after inflicting wounds.” Mattheo shook his head, searching his brain for the right answer but Enzo enlightened them cooly, “She’s prolonging the torture.” 

Letting her go on for a few moments longer, Mattheo watches Birdie work meticulously. Fun’s over, grab her, Mattheo gives silent instruction to Theo. Mattheo and Enzo approach Damiano once more. Tongue in cheek and licking his teeth with glee Mattheo casts his own torture spells onto the waste of human life in front of him. “You started something you couldn’t finish, but now it’s finally over. I hope you enjoyed tonight, Damiano. Because it’s going to be your last.” Mattheo took a few steps back, raising his wand and pointing it directly where his heart clearly wasn’t. Mattheo had to give credit where credit was due. Ollivander knew how to make a fucking wand because the grip he had on his should be splitting the fucking wood. 

He could feel the beginning of the spell start to form on his lips. The first syllable forming on his tongue when he felt her grip on his forearm. He turned, locking eyes with the person who meant the most to him in this life. He could see the pain, see the yearning. He’s felt it himself. He nodded, lowering his wand and stepping back to join the boys once more. Birdie took his place, standing where he once stood but her small frame seemed to stand taller than he did previously. She held her want out firm, grip knuckle white. She lifted his head, forcing eye contact with the one she hated most. She spoke steady and slowly, the calmness in her tone making all three boys have a new respect and fear for her. Then the words left her lips, tongue dancing around each vowel and consonant like they were created by her solely for this moment. 

“Avada Kedavra.”

The green light emitted from her wand with more gusto than she expected. It’s like that the first time. Mattheo remembers his so clearly. He was so young, his arm so small that the power of the spell blew him back several feet. But not Birdie. He could see the muscles in her arm flex as she held her wand tighter. Mattheo shifted a glance to the two boys beside him, making sure they couldn’t see him adjusting his trousers. 

When the spell hits it’s intended target Damiano’s body goes impossibly limp, his head hung over the back of the chair, mouth slightly agape as blood runs down his chin. Mattheo’s smirk growing at the scene before him was reflexive. It’s nearly wiped away when he notices Birdie wobbling. His arms are wrapped around her so quickly she probably didn’t even notice the shift in balance before he steadied her. 

Mattheo nudged his nose against her neck, lips ghosting along her skin as he speaks, “How do you feel, Princess?” Her eyes are still straight ahead, looking at her handiwork limp on the metal chair like a used rag doll, a single word leaving her plush lips, “Powerful.” Mattheo can’t help the slight growl that leaves his throat, “That’s my fucking girl.” He spins her around to face him, a hand grasping at the small expanse of her throat as he pulls her lips to his. He caught her off guard, her gasping into the kiss, but he takes quick advantage, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth, explore what’s his. 

Breaking the kiss, Mattheo keeps his hold on her throat as he directs wordless orders to Theo and Enzo, Clean up the rubbish, I’ll find you later for a debrief and next plans. He can feel Birdie’s pulse quicken under his fingers and it makes his skin hot. “C’mon princess. Let me show you how proud you just made me.” He only just catches a glimpse of her biting her bottom lip before apparating them both back to his room at the manor. 

With a flick of her wrist Birdie has the door locked and that small action has Mattheo’s pants growing tighter as she pulls him in by his tie for another searing kiss. Her hands were fast on his tie and the buttons of his shirt as he ripped away the stinky top adorning her chest from her shift at the club. The sound of diamonds hitting the wood floor nearly covered the moaning gasp that left her throat at he palmed her perfect breasts.

He does his best to slow down but all he can think about is marking her up, making sure she knows how proud he is of her. Proud for her first kill, proud for how much strength she displayed, how much ruthlessness. “Oh fuck, Matty,” whimpering moans leave her lips as his wrap around her perk nipples as he lays her down across the duvet. Her nails lightly drag along his back as his lips trail further down. His fingers hook into the elastic of her skirt and panties before dragging them down her legs at an aching speed. 

“Please, Matty, thought you were gonna show me how proud you were of me,” she juts her bottom lip out in a perfect pout as she spreads her legs to display her glistening cunt. Mattheo’s nearly growling at the site of her putting on a view for him. His hands trail back up her legs, thumbs massaging the plush of her inner thighs, “Oh, I’m very proud of you Princess. You did so well tonight. Now let’s see if you can keep that behavior up.” 

Birdie is only able to respond with a gasping moan as Mattheo flattened his tongue to lick a slow, tortuous stripe through her folds. His thumbs continue massaging her thighs as his mouth closes around her aching clit. Birdie’s hand shoots to his hair as her back arches off the bed, “Fu-uck, Matty, just like that.” Mattheo moaned into her cunt as she pulled at his curly locks, his erection aching against his trousers. A whimper rumbled in the back of her throat as he sunk two fingers deep inside, curling and pumping and hitting that spot she needed most just right. Mattheo can feel her legs tremble as they tighten around his head, the action causing him to grind his hard on into the mattress. 

He lets her grind against his mouth and fingers, riding out her high before trailing kisses back up her body and capturing her lips on his own. He feels her small hand push against his broad shoulder until his back hits the mattress. She shifts, legs straddling his waist, her mouth never leaving his as her hands trailed down the divots of his abs to get to his belt. Mattheo can’t help the smile spread across his face as he mumbles against her lips, “Eager are we, pretty girl?” Birdie simply nods, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she crawls down, dragging his trousers and boxers with her. 

 Mattheo’s hand caught Birdie’s wrists with a smirk, heavy breaths causing his chest to rise and fall quickly, “Aren’t I suppose to be taking care of you, Princess?” Birdie wears a sly smile, “You took care of me very well, Mr. Riddle. Why don’t you let me show you how much I appreciate you.” Mattheo laced his fingers through her hair, gripping tightly at the use of his surname. Birdie smiled at this, taking his cock in one hand while massaging his balls with the other. Mattheo’s head lulled back, eyes closing at the sensation of her small hand gripping him with just the right pressure. A growl of a moan left his throat as her tongue trailed wide and flat from the base of his cock until her lips wrapped around the head. 

He lifted his head, eyes trained on her mouth as she slowly filled her throat, using her hand with what couldn’t fit. “Bloody fucking hell, you look gorgeous like this, Princess,” Mattheo’s voice was low and possessive, eyes darkening with each bob of her head, each twist of her hand. He tried his best to keep his hips from bucking, wanting to allow her to move at her own pace. But the way her tongue trailed along his cock, flicking across the tip while her hand continued to work had Mattheo nearly going insane. With a slightly harsh pull, he lifted her head, her mouth leaving his cock but a trail of saliva still connecting the two. 

Birdie wore a slight pout on her lips. Mattheo grinned, cupping her cheek and using his thumb to swipe over her bottom lip, “Don’t be sad, pretty girl, you were doing such a good job for me. Almost too good, and I wanna finish inside that pretty pussy of yours, is that alright?” Mattheo pushed his thumb past her swollen lips, Birdie nodding as she sucked enthusiastically on his thumb. “Good girl.” Mattheo grips her neck gently, lips ghosting teasingly over hers as he guides her back to the mattress, “Be nice and loud for me, princess. I know you can do it.” 

Birdie opens her mouth to quip back but what comes out instead is a whimpering moan as Mattheo sinks his entire length into her dripping cunt. He could feel her body react to him, feel her walls contract around his length, her legs shake slightly at the force he applied with his first thrust. Birdie held onto him tight, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his hair and his face buried into the crook of her neck. Mattheo felt like he could stay like this forever, buried deep inside her, feeling her walls clench around him, hearing her moans and whimpers of pleasure. Pleasure he was giving her. 

Mattheo hooked her knees over his elbows, pushing her knees to her chest. The new angle made it feel like he was deeper, loud cries of pleasure falling from her lips. “That’s right, Princess, let it out. Tell the whole manor who makes you feel this good. Let the whole manor hear who owns you. Who owns you and this pussy, Princess?” Birdie’s head lulled back, eyes rolling as a near pornagraphic moan came out. Mattheo dropped a leg, hand catching her throat, “Eyes on me, pretty girl. I asked you a question.” 

Her mouth fell agape after a particularly hearty thrust before a smirk graces her features. “It’s you, fuck, Mattheo! Mattheo, Mattheo, Mattheo,” his name fell from her lips like a praised chant as her vision turned white with pleasure, her orgasm wracking her body. A small whine emitted from her as he pulled out, but she was quickly gasping again as Mattheo flipped her over, pulling her up to her knees and sinking deep into her from behind. 

His hands dipped over her curves, up the muscles of her back, over her shoulders before clasping around the front of her throat. He used this leverage to fuck her harder, her previous orgasm making her oversensitive, her second one fast approaching. Mattheo could feel it, feel her cunt squeezing him harder, feel it trembling around his cock, “That’s it, that’s my good girl. Let go f’me, gimme one more so I can fill that pretty pussy up.” His words seemed to be all the permission her body was waiting for, her legs trembling beneath her as her second orgasm wracked through her.

Mattheo’s hands slid from her neck back down to her hips, gripping tightly as his thrusts became sloppy, “Fu-uuuck me, Princess, that’s it. Right. Fucking. There.” His last three words each punctuated by deep thrusts before he held his stuttering hips flush to hers, spilling his seed deep inside her still convulsing core. Mattheo pulled his cock out slowly, both he and Birdie making small gasps and whimpers at the disconnection. Mattheo laid down on the bed, pulling Birdie flush to his side, placing a long kiss to her temple. 

Birdie’s fingers trailed up and down his chest, occasionally dipping in the divots of his abdomen. His muscles seemed to twitch at the action, the slight ticklish nature making her smile, “You think they heard, hmm? Or was I not loud enough? Should I shout that you own me again?” She peered up at him, his arm not wrapped around her tucked behind his head as he looked down at her, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips, “Cheeky girl, ready for another round so soon hmm?” The hand wrapped around her gave her bum a light pinch causing a girlish squeal to leave her mouth as she attempted to shy away from his hands. 

This small play fight soon ended with a series of deep kisses before Mattheo stood from the bed, waving his wand over her, then him, cleaning them both up from earlier activities. Birdie settled in under the covers, tilting her head, “You going to join me?” Mattheo smiled, walking to her side of the bed as he pulled on his briefs, then a pair of slacks, “As much as I would love to, I have to have a quick meeting with the boys. Will you survive without me for a while, or will you soon perish?” Birdie giggled at his dramatics, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for another quick but deep kiss, “I shall survive, but I’ll be ever so lonely.” She did her best impression of an old Hollywood movie star, falling back to the pillows with her eyes closed,  one hand on her heart and the other over her head. 

Mattheo couldn’t contain the boyish giggle that he let out, the next words falling from his mouth, something he never thought he’d say to another person, “Merlin, I love you.” Birdie’s eyes shot open, mouth open half in shock, half in a smile, “What did you just say?” Mattheo felt like his throat was closing, suddenly nervous and hot, palms sweaty as he wrung his hands together, “I, erm, I said I love you.” Mattheo didn’t expect the high pitch squeal, or for her to jump from the bed and into his arms, his hands quickly holding her still bare arse as she began assaulting his face and neck with kisses.

“You love me, huh? Like really love me?” Her voice was slightly muffled as her face was still smashing kisses all over the skin she could reach. He laughed again, “Yes, I love you. Really, truly, deeply, so far deep in love with you, Birdie.” Birdie lifted her head then, the smile never leaving her face, “Well that’s good, Matty. Because I’m really, truly, deeply, so far deep in love with you, too.” Mattheo dropped her onto the bed, crawling over her naked form and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hand trailed up her side, ghosting up the valley of her breasts before her hand caught his wrist, her other hand pushing him away slightly at his chest. A frown found it’s way to his features, but Birdie only smiled, “Go. Have your meeting with the boys, I’ll be here when you get back.” 

Mattheo gave her one last long kiss before grabbing a black dress shirt and shrugging it over his shoulders. Meeting in my office. Now, he relayed to the boys. Mattheo fitted his buttons together as he descended the stairs and down the hall to his office, walking through the open doors as he finished the last two before tucking his shirt into his trousers. Enzo gave Theo a pointed look, eyebrows wiggling as Mattheo shut the door behind him. “Theo, Enzo, did you do what I asked of you?” Both men stood straighter, Enzo responded, “Yes, boss. Everything’s taken care of.” Mattheo nodded, leaning against the front of his desk. 

“Is that all we’re here for, or is there more?” Draco wore a slightly annoyed look, but Mattheo was pretty sure his face was just stuck in a sneer. Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Excuse me, cousin. You can’t really blame me for making sure the biggest problem we’ve had over the last several months is officially gone. Let’s not forget what he did.” 

Draco huffed, crossing his arms, “I’m very aware of what happened. I’m the one that healed her lest you forget, cousin. She got her revenge, didn’t she? Or was Berkshire lying about our little birdie’s triumph.” Mattheo glared at his relative, “He wasn’t lying. I’m well aware she got her revenge, I was there. She was in my arms after it happened.” 

“Yeah and it sounded like you were in a couple things of hers afterwards, too,” Theo couldn’t help the slight snort that left his lips at Blaise’s quick response, soon causing the rest of the boys to erupt in boyish laughter and pushing Mattheo’s shoulders back and forth between them. “Alright, alright, enough mucking about,” Mattheo pushed his friends off him, the smirk he was wearing not easily hidden. “I actually brought you all in here for a purpose, yeah?”

The others settled down, all nodding. Mattheo grabbed a stack of papers from his desk, flipping through them quickly until he found the one he was looking for, “Right, I want to make sure that Damiano’s family isn’t a problem anymore. I know his closest goons are gone, thanks to Theo and Enzo,” the two mentioned boys each giving a curt nod, “and Damiano himself is effectively…nonexistent now thanks to Birdie.” 

Mattheo set the papers back down, now crossing his arms over his chest, “But what I want is absolute certainty they won't be a bother, whatever's left of them. We’ve also got two shipments to deal with later this week. Blaise,” Mattheo turned to the taller man, “you and Draco are going to handle that, a’right?” Blaise and Draco both nodded. 

“What about us? We’ll be able to double check on the Lombardi family and be back before the end of the week. What're we gonna be doing just sitting on our arses?” Enzo was grumbling like a school child, Theo equally pouting beside him. Mattheo held the bridge of his nose, reminding himself to take deep breaths and that Birdie would be incredibly tiffed if he punch her best friend in the nose just for annoying him. 

Thankfully there was a knock at the door briefly before it opened to reveal Pansy, a tan folder grasped in her slender hand. “I’m done with the interviews and I’ve chosen for the spot,” Pansy held the envelope out towards Mattheo who took it quickly, wanting any excuse not to answer Enzo’s whining. The others waited briefly as he scanned the file before shutting it and setting it on his desk. 

“Just your luck, Enzo, you and Theo get to stay at the club with me and Pansy next week.” The duo groaned slightly, Theo cursing in Italian under his breath. “Are you punishing us or something?” Enzo slumped in the chair behind him, his long arms hanging over the arm rests. Pansy smirked,, “Don’t pout Enz, you’ll be working. I need your skill of reading people.” The rest of the boys all looked between each other, their curiosity peaking with each passing moment. 

Mattheo rested his hands on either side of his hips on the desk as he leaned against it once more, “I need you and Theo at the club because I need you both to keep an eye on things, make sure things stay in order, nothing goes missing, and that who Pansy’s chosen minds their own and doesn’t push to know more than is necessary until we agree it’s necessary.” This piqued Theo’s interest, Enzo’s too, who was now sitting up straighter in the chair. Blaise was the only one bold enough to ask for more detail, “So we’ve got a new hire or something and you need Enzo’s elite body language understanding to double check everything before they officially have the job? Who’d you hire? Another bartender?” 

Pansy shook her head, a playful smile playing on her lips, “No, Birdie and Enzo have the bar covered. What we hired….is a new dancer.”

[loveindefinitely]

i care so much about the tf 141 plays valorant au who are their mains please

༊*·˚ TASK FORCE 141 — valorant au headcanons.

a/n. omg thank you its a very meaningful thing to me ALSO

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john 'bravo six' price

warnings. gn!reader, suggestive content, crack, they're all in love and stupid, attempts at humour, polyamory

GHOST as an OMEN MAIN

✩ The first agent he unlocked, and the only agent he plays. If anyone else takes him, he doesn't select at all. Is on very thin ice due to his frequent dodges.'

✩ Likes the practicality of him, how the smokes help your entire team out, and the teleporting aspect makes it more fun for him to get frags. Tries to be experimental with it to try and impress you guys, but usually fails.

✩ Does not understand in the slightest why he mid frags usually, even when you, Soap and Gaz have explicitly explained how duelists and smokes work. He just views it as another thing to conquer.

✩ Makes fun of Soap because his smokes are 'weaker'. Has been hit in the back of the head for it.

✩ When he found out that Sage and Omen were somewhat of a ship, and overheard you saying how much you wanted the 'Halloween card', he asked about dressing up as them for Halloween. (Your glassy eyed smile made the cat ears worth it.)

✩ Deliberately smokes off entry just to piss off Soap, when he starts trying to backseat too hard. Once blinded you all because Gaz said that Soap's smokes were better. (Soap just smoke-entried onto site.)

✩ [NSFW] Plays on his voice, praising you, Soap or Gaz anytime you clutch or get a good shot in. Starts straight up dirty-talking mid-game, using every single one of your weaknesses against you. Talks more than he does in person when he gets antsy, getting off to the steady breathiness of your voices as he gets more and more filthy with it.

SOAP as a JETT MAIN

✩ The most obnoxious little fucker when he plays.

✩ An absolute menace. He specifically baits you and Ghost for frags, because he finds Ghost's growing anger and your petulant huffs amusing. (He also just loves how he pays for it later.)

✩ Asked Gaz to match one of those cringe usernames with him. Probably something like 'I Blow Bubbles' and 'Bubbles'. Gaz said no and also asked him to never speak of it again. (He asked you later, and you nearly cried on the spot.)

✩ Once cried because the enemy's team Jett was a smurf, and threatened to take his girl. He worried about it briefly, then remembered all of his '''''girls''''' were just down the hall. And not impressed with a guy that had more kills in a video game than in real life.

✩ Laughs when he sees Price die, than screams when he gets shot immediately after.

✩ [NSFW] Gave you head while you played a game once, unbeknownst to the other two. Made you give comms while his fingers thrust into you, his tongue licking over your hole. Laughed against your thigh when you pulled his hair after he made you die with a cruel stroke.

GAZ as a KAY/O MAIN

✩ Used to be a Pheonix main, but got sick of Soap making fun of him for choosing the 'brit', and the one that people shipped with Jett. Told him that if he wanted him so bad, to just come out and say it. (Gaz turned off his PC at the plug for that.)

✩ His flashes are usually really good, but if Soap or Ghost make a snide remark, or Price tries to take the leadership-role, he'll flash everyone. Says it was a misclick but no one is buying it.

✩ Has watched multiple lineup videos, and takes it all very seriously. If you or Soap are bantering while he's trying to do it exactly right, he'll threaten to go to your rooms and smother you with your pillows. (Neither of you complain, and if you're feeling particularly bratty, you'll push him to his limits.)

✩ Was the first one to play Valorant, and got Soap hooked. From there, it spiralled, but he's just happy he gets to do something he enjoys so much with the people he loves so much.

✩ Definitely the most patient one of the team. He kinda taught all of you at some point, because he doesn't get pissed off as easily as Soap. Also, he just loves watching as either you, Price or Ghost start to understand how fun it is -- and start to be able to properly play.

✩ [NSFW] Has played with you sitting on his dick, letting you cockwarm him while he presses kisses into your neck. Did it while in a custom game with Soap, and whenever Soap was starting to win, he'd set the voicechat to auto, so your moans and whimpers could be heard. (Led to an unfinished game, but three finished orgasms.)

PRICE as a KILLJOY MAIN

✩ He plays KJ purely out of spite. When you three (ghost would never) first begged him to play with you, Soap, Gaz and you had convinced him to play Brim. He was not impressed when five minutes in, Soap was whining for him to try and say the voice lines.

✩ The reason he likes playing her so much is because he can spend his time setting up sites. He likes defense over attack, and it's really cute when he hums while trying to do lineups.

✩ (He doesn't tell any of you this, but part of it is that he gets to sit back while you all compete for top frag. In the field, he might take the top rank, but he likes seeing you all laugh and poke fun at each other. He falls a lil bit more in love with each of you every time threats are thrown about over comms.)

✩ His aim is shit. Like, absolutely terrible. Has complained multiple times about how the guns don't have the right heft to them, and that it's all completely unrealistic.

✩ If he goes AFK, it's to head to either you or Gaz, pick you up, sit in your seat, and just watch as you play from his lap. Just rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist. Doesn't care about the penalty -- would much prefer to embrace his partner.

✩ If any of you are up late, playing, when he wants to cuddle up and go to sleep, he WILL turn off the internet just as you press queue again. Feigns ignorance, but you all know it was him. (You all pretend that you believe him, because you can't exactly decline his silent neediness.)

✩ [NSFW] When he's feeling particularly horny, he'll start prompting bets between you all. Like, whoever top frags gets to cum first, or, however many times you die is the amount of spanks you'll get. All while waiting for the inevitable pounding of knocks on his bedroom door.

A/N. this au is so disgustingly self-indulgent i am disappointed in myself. anon, even if this is only enjoyed by me and you, at least there's someone else out there that understands me 🙌 thank you for giving me a reason to rant about my silly lil thoughts. if this at all interests anyone pls lmk or give me ideas for a oneshot...

[rorimoon9597]

Lance has always been obsessed with Keith's hair for some reason. He didn't know why at first, but as time went on, it became so clear that he wanted to run his hands though it and feel it on his fingers.

He made comments about it being an ugly mullet to hide that fact. It didn't work, especially not when he confessed to Keith before he left for the Blade.

What? He was going to lose the chance to say anything anyway! And he was so happy when Keith kissed him to shut him up and told Lance that his feelings were reciprocated, he felt as if he were on cloud nine.

Since coming back from his fight with Shiro's clone (who they're forever going to refer to as Kuro as in 'Operation Kurone'), Keith has experienced some changes.

For starters, his eyes were more purple. Before they'd been a grey colour with purple undertones, but now they were properly purple. Then his canines were sharper, practically fangs, and his eyes would sometimes change. When he was angry, his irises would become slits and the sclera of his eyes would become yellow. It was hot, in Lance's humble opinion (Pidge called him an alien fucker when he said that at first. Lance said that Keith's dad was the true alien fucker. Shiro sprayed the water he was drinking everywhere and choked when he said that).

The most noticeable change happened to Keith's hair though. The ends of it lightened, until they were purple. It looked so cool, and it connected Keith to Krolia more. His hair stayed black, but now when it gets out it was purple.

Keith... Didn't think the same way as everyone else.

"I feel like I'm losing my dad. I've only ever looked like my mom, and the one thing that has ever connected me to my dad was my hair." The team had stopped on a planet for a rest, and Keith and Lance had gone off together to hunt down some meat and gather fruit and vegetables.

Lance stopped and grabbed Keith's wrist, forcing him to stop and turn to face him.

"You're still connected to your dad, Keith. It's just not entirely in your appearance," he said. Keith frowned.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Lance hummed.

"You said that he'd go head first into danger, right?"

"Yeah..?"

"And that he was a hero?"

"Where are you going with this?"

"According to your mom, your dad was kind, and reckless, and a hero and someone she loved enough to leave to keep safe."

"Mom said that?" Keith asked, sounding surprised. Lance nodded. "Where are you going with this anyway?"

"Because those are some things that you have in common with your dad," Lance answered. Keith opened his mouth, then closed it.

"... You're right," he eventually said. Keith reached up to his hair and fiddled with a purple end. "That stuff... Does connect me to my dad..."

"I'm never wrong about people things," Lance said, confidently. Keith smiled down at him (that had happened during the two year time dilation that Keith and Krolia went through, and Lance found that he liked having to look up over looking down).

"You know more about people than I do," he agreed. He pressed a kiss to Lance's forehead. "Thank you."

"Anything for you," Lance said. He pressed a kiss to Keith's lips. "Now, let's go catch something that Hunk can make into a good meal."

"Alright."

They worked quickly, and made their way back to the campsite with food that all of them could eat. Hunk was quick to take care of the food, Krolia helping him while Romelle stayed by Allura's side.

Lance sat on a log, and Keith settled himself between his legs. Kosmo flopped down with them.

Lance ran his hands through Keith's hair, smiling as Keith joked with the others and treated Shiro and Romelle like Lance treated his siblings - by annoying the hell out of them out of love.

Lance leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Keith's head.

"I love you," he whispered. Keith hummed, tilting his head to look up at him. There was a smile on his face reserved just for Lance.

"I love you too," he replied.

_______________________________________

Based off of this post I made

[kennedyslvr]

Thank you for doing the lords work and writing male/gn x reader stuff!!! U are a saviour! Would it be possible for a story where reader got turned into a BOW by umbrella and leon finds him and wants to save him but has to deal with the hard decision of how? Taking him to the DSO or the BSAA would end with reader getting killed or turned into a weapon or something like that?

warnings: m.reader, angst, reader death, rlly sad im srry

word count: 1.5k

note: sorry this took so long! i rlly hope this does your request justice anon ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

—

you and leon have been together since the raccoon city incident, fighting side by side against any evil that came your way. he cared for you more than he cared about himself, always checking on you when your on missions with him, keeping you close to his body in dangerous situations, and always throwing himself into danger for you. he would sacrifice himself for you quicker than a blink, you just meant that much to him.

but you had gotten kidnapped about a month ago.

he couldn’t focus properly on anything but you, he was going to kill the fuckers that took you. how dare they take the light of his life?

“listen condor one, i know that you’re still thinking about him right now, but you are going to get yourself killed if you do anything rash.” leon sighed into his gloved palms, “i’ll be fine, i’m going to find him here. i know it, condor one out.” “wait leon-“ he quickly ended the conversation, he didn’t need to be scolded for his actions. he knew what he was doing, he was going to find you and bring you back home. back to him, or he was going to die trying. while he was checking his surroundings he saw footprints in the mud, they were your footprints. of course he knew what they look like, he knows everything about you.

he quickly followed to footprints, his handy pistol still in his hands as he looked around to where the prints had stopped. he could feel his anger rising, practically steaming from his ears, umbrella headquarters. the same company that released a virus that cause his home to be obliterated, the same company that turned humans into horrible monsters— no. not you, they couldn’t do that to you.

his brain was filled with nothing but rage as he shot his way through the building, killing soldiers, killing nurses and researchers. he had to get to you, you were the only thing on his mind.

T-2674, that was your cell number, or what they referred to you as. “baby? baby, are you in there? can you hear me?” he pounded on the glass to your cell, it was pitch black on the inside, but he knew you were still in there, he could smell the fear coming off of you. “fuck!” he brought his hands to his hair before noticing a cowering scientist in the corner, he stared at leon with fear in his eyes. he knew what leon was capable of, he didn’t want to get hurt or even killed. “you. come here, now.” the scientist quickly stood up on wobbly knees and quickly made his way over to where leon was standing, “open it.” the man twisted his neck to look at leon, he looked frightened about what was in the cell. “a-are you crazy!? do you know what creature is in there?! it will kill us if i let it out…” he trailed off seeing the murderous look in leon’s eyes, the veins on his neck and hands twitching in anger.

the scientist quickly got to opening the cell, leon felt happy in this moment. he was going to see you again, he was going to be able to hold you, kiss you, and tell you everything was okay. his thoughts were interrupted but the scientist running away screaming, what the hell is his problem? “baby, are you alright-“ he froze, mouth suddenly dry, he thought he was going to throw up. you slowly limped out of your cell, your skin was stretched uncomfortably around the large frame they forced onto you, your gums and teeth were exposed with no lips to cover them, you’re eyes were sunken with no hints of light in them.

your body was trembling, everything on your body was in pain. everything was so stretched and aching all over, your vision was blurry as if you needed glasses, all you could make out was the silhouette of a man. the smell of him was comforting to you, you took a step forward to huff in that comforting scent. “baby, is…is that you…?” you perked up instantly, you brought your hands up to feel for your lover. “…l…eon….” you forced out through your dry and tight throat, all the experiments they did to you rendered you almost unable to speak. leon wrapped himself in your cold embrace, you stood there unmoving, he was the most warmth you’ve felt in your months away from your love. memories started to flood your head of what they did to you, cutting off chunks of skin, snapping your bones into places they wanted them to be, injecting you with god knows what. you knew what you were now, you were a monster. an abomination. you and leon knew you couldn't live past today, your brain would be taken over by a parasite that causes you to kill everything in sight.

leon took a step back looking up into your eyes, his normal cool and calm demeanor was replaced with a soul crushing sorrow, he new that he we either have to give you up to DSO where they would promptly kill you on sight, or hand you over to the BSAA where you would be turned into a weapon of mass destruction. this was a lose lose situation, and both you and him knew it.

“i don’t know what to do, i’m fucking stuck.” leon collapsed to the floor with his head in his hands, your stomach turned in pain. you felt like absolute shit, if only you hadn’t been so reckless you could’ve stayed with leon longer, you could properly tell him how much you loved him, you could’ve held him in your arms to comfort him in this moment. your brain felt cloudy and buzzy, everything on you felt inflamed, you let out a monsterous groan before clutching your head in agony.

“sit down baby, i’ve got you. i promise.” you collapsed onto the floor with your back hitting a wall, leon stood over you, his gloved hands covering your eyes. “if only i found you sooner, i’m so sorry baby. but….we both know how this ends.” you melted into his touch, everything was okay if leon was with you, everything was okay when leon touched you, you knew you would be safe with leon even in your final hours. “stay right here, handsome. i have to make a call.” he patted your cheek before quickly walking to the next room, his hands shook as he radioed in hunnigan. “hunnigan, what’s the best way to kill a bioweapon?” there was a short silence before hunnigan said something, “you would need the DSO to collect the bioweapon to exterminate it properly, they’re the only ones who know how to properly kill one from my knowledge.” leon chewed on his lip in frustration, “thanks, condor one, out.” “wait why did you-“ he cut her off again, he didn’t have time to waste answering stupid questions, he had to spend as much time with you before you were gone.

“baby, you know what i had to do, right?” you looked up at leon with a knowing look, you knew you were going to die by the end of the day. leon had pinged his location to the DSO for a bioweapon threat, he thought about not even telling where you were. he was planning to run away with you and live as long as he could with you, he knew you would eventually kill him, tear him limb from limb if that what the parasite told you to do.

“…c…cold…” you whined out softly, leon hovered over you, bringing your head into his stomach with his arms around your head. warm, this was nice. you were finally warm, all thanks to leon. “i love you so much sweetheart, i’m sorry you had to go through this. i can’t imagine how scared you were, how much pain you were in. i’m so sorry, sweetheart.” leon leaned down to kiss you on the crown of your head, you wish you could die like this. in leon’s warm embrace as you drifted off into an internal slumber, but you knew it would never work like that. the sound of soldiers in heavy gear rang through your ears, you looked up at leon with wide eyes. he had been crying, his eyes, nose, and cheeks were red with sadness, his bottom lip bruised from the way he bit on it.

you knew they were coming to take you away, you gave leon a gentle squeeze. “…lo…love…y…you…” the agents pulled leon away from you thinking he was in some type of danger, leon let out a choked sob as they injected you with a substance that would kill the parasite and inevitably, you. leon watched as your body writhed on the floor, his ears ringing from your high pitched screams of pain. he was trying to get to you again, wanting to hold you one last time, but the soldiers held him back from getting too close. your body finally stopped moving after what felt like hours, leon was grabbing at his hair in anger and grief, you were the light of his life yet he couldn’t protect you.

leon was the only one that stayed in the room as everyone else evacuated, he stared at your body with eyes filled with love, you were still so beautiful to him, even in death.

“i love you, y/n. i’ll see you soon.”

[dream-this-nightmare-over]

John Shelby imagine

For all my John girlies!

hi @shelundeadxxxx :))))

As always, you can find this and many more imagines in my book of imagines

How many times have you thought to yourself if only I talked less, none of this would happen. If I learnt how to keep my mouth shut, everyone would move on in their ignorance and I wouldn't have to go through ordeal all too well known and expected of being scolded reprimanded shushed for speaking my mind. Peace is fractured ice in winter that permanently teases coming of spring if you are brave enough to break through. But there is always someone waiting on surface with hammer and axe to push you back under.

It's not the truth that scares. Aftermath is foreseeable agony. No weather check needs to announce emergency alarm for storm that is hurling once unleashed. To fight injustice with scarred armor is to walk through downpour in tattered raincoat and wonder later how you caught cold.

Y/n slept counted hours filled notebooks with filthy words in flowery handwriting. There were no books here but old photo albums coughing dust and history is best to leave unbothered. In house of screaming people, even ghosts hide grateful they have somewhere to escape. Our ghosts are ashamed of ourselves. Thought brought small smiles to y/p face. John didn't believe in ghosts. He would tease you till you were both rolling on the floor, him trickling you then nuzzling his face in your neck and cuddling in tight warm embrace till it was time to part. He knew how much you needed someone to just hold you tight to feel presence of another heart close to yours to calm you down and convince yours it's alive and loved and acknowledged. You would wrap yourself in his hug and he would watch you silently as you gave yourself to calm you only ever felt when you were together, calm washing over your heart leaving demons stranded cut off for time being. but john is brave; he does what he wants and he never gets caught.

All your bravery ever brought you is running away crying yourself to sleep telling yourself to breath soothing your heart that everything will be okay. No one ever listened to you. They treated your words like child's blabbering, like you haven't went through shit to see the truth But john saw you. 'I will marry you whenever you say you are ready' And you would thousand times already if there weren't your mother's tears flowing in your memory and father's helplessness to take back words make them unsaid.

Her relationship with John and Shelby fam had nothing to do with fact that she was being held as prisoner in her grandmother's home. It was the words she spoke, the bravery to talk back. Psycho granny who cant deal with world changing, people leaving, so she inserts herself in narrative as tyrannic matriarch when irl she is nothing but nuisance. Except when she locks you up, and leaves you to starve hoping it will teach you some respect and love. Funny how people believe you can force someone to respect you. Respect is earned. As for love, most elusive force of universe, yet there are still people out there who demand it like it's another thing you can trade on market. Suppose you can. But not the real kind.

John was one person who came into y/n's life and made breathing and loving seem like easiest things in world. They were best of pals, he never asked of her anything, but to be happy. When she was sad, he would go out of his way to make her laugh again, for he knew storms are here to pass and making it to the other side is always easier with friend by your side.

His adoration with y/n was evident to everyone, besotted from head to toe, if needed he would burn down every fucker and whole world that dared spill tears down y/n's cheeks. It was his girl. No one was allowed to mess with what is most prescious to Shelbys.

Y/n tried the door knob. Ran y/p fingers between door and frame gripping on surface testing to pull it open, scratching y/p nails down the wall then running back under covers before someone came and saw what y/p has done.

Time passed no one came. It seemed the world forgot about just another child who thought too much. Did Shelby's really didn't notice their friend missing?

Sun went up and went down, marking fourth day that y/n grandma locked y/p away for having opinion. guess that's how world works. It breaks your heart and takes your dreams and stomps out your hope and then sneers in your face asking why you didnt fight harder.

y/n was exhausted and defeated. Curled on carpet y/p could feel life seeping out as y/p whole body went in hibernation state. After seventh day, Only the mind was alive. Drenched in sweat, dizzy from hunger, whole world was dancing in peripheral but no one reached out a hand. She passed out from hunger several times, not bothering anymore to get back on her feet or drag her limp exhausted body on bed.

She was drifting through motions, not sure anymore what is real and what not. john was there aparation stepping from behind curtains, galaxy of freckles spinning on celling above her, his laugh seeping from memories all around her, his soft gaze those familiar blues telling her everything will be alright just like he always did when they would roll on floor his nonchalance and deep care hiding under soft touch as he caresses her face his sunrays reaching for soul underneath battered skin. As the passing clouds snuffed out the sunlight, casting whole room in sudden darkness, his blues would get stern and serious, gangster who knows what's the price to pay for every indulgence, he would tell her to hold on just a little longer. But her tortured mind on brink of collapsing would let go and drift in darkness, falling and watching blue lights of home on surface getting smaller and on the end eventually closing up, hope dangerously tethering just out of reach as darkness closed around her.

He will come, he promised. He will notice my absence, I am more than my silence.

She went out thinking back to days they spent sneaking out of crowded Garrison to make snowmen and have snowball fights in winter of their youth. John's smile flushed cheeks, his arms around her shoulders will she ever feel home again?

Next time she woke up, it was with bang.

It was early morning, dawn has barely risen when doors splintered in parts as someone force opened them.

Too weak to jolt, vibrations glided off y/p frame, just a lump of clothes on floor.

John comes in, impatience and worry all over his face, on his heels are his brothers checking for possible threats and surprises hiding in plain sight. But there was nothing there but one body on the carpet, wrapped in itself, peering at them through glassy stare.

John is wild with furry on the way there, collecting the gang ready for fight. Arthur and Tommy knew there was no stopping him, and when they heard how dire situation really was, they were ready in no time to take arms and end it for good. y/n was family, and attack on one is attack on all.

For her, John becomes softball. He marches into room kneeling down beside her body. Checking the pulls, he takes y/n in his arms laying her on settee. Gently touching her cheek relief flooding his features as your eyes open and find his.

'what made you take so long?' y/n tries weakly, always the one ready to crack the joke in every misfortune.

he pulls her in hug as answer. Restless, on verge of breaking, he gathers her in his arms, smell of lemon and tobacco envelopes her senses 'oh y/n, my dearest y/n'

she pulls back and he takes good look at her, cursing for ever letting her out of his sight. He turns around giving Tommy and Arthur a sign to go on with the plan.

'i am getting you out and burning this whole shithole down. "

Through haze y/n watch herself reaching towards his cheek half believing her hand will pass through another ghost of dearest face.

John takes her hand from his face and planta hard kiss on her palm.

"john, thoughts of you made me survive in this room"

There was warmth where cold stale breath of hallucination hanged and was being slowly dispersed as familiar blues stirred her heart back to life.

'i am so sorry for letting this happen. I should have been there. You are always on my mind, little one. i got held back, and - gosh- y/n, you mean too much to me to ever let anyone come close to you again' And they are both lost in embrace of thousand promises that no time or adversaries will stand a chance against bond stretching between them.

John wraps you in his coat, protective arm around you, smirk and toothpick in corner of his mouth as you descend the stairs and are joined by Tommy who is lighting his cigarette. 'Brother," he says handing John the match.

Tommy ushers you out on driveway where you wait for john to catch up. Arthur smiles fatherly, dusting his sleeves. 'No worries, mfs will pay for this.' Tommy shots him look that said 'don't ruin the surprise' fixing John's now yours coat then cradling your head to his chest in embrace. 'You alright, love?' he asks. You nod eating apple your first meal in a while, that Arthur produced from inside his coat, and he takes it as cue not to push it any further.

'I got it under control' You manage to make out through clattering teeth once John comes back. He pulls you closer planting a kiss on side of your head. 'I know you did, darling. I just brought logistics for final touch'

At that moment bomb blasts behind you, taking apart in explosion of embers that house of misery. It shakes the ground but john tucks you safely beside him as you all walk away together through smoke of new beginnings.

one foot in front of other, board the train and live out rest of your lives never leaving each other side.

[romantiqueofthemind]

Dreaming of You

Hiiii so I thought of this plot last night and I wrote it all todayyyy. I really like it so far and I want to make it into a series. Lmk what you guys thinkkkk

The song is optional, I thought it went well with this part.

(Part 2 is here!)

Summary: Y/n has a wet dream and Austin helps her finish.

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering

Word Count: 2.2k

Song (optional): Streets (Silhouette Remix)- Doja Cat

You and your boyfriend James had been together for about a year. However, you had known Austin for two. At first you got the idea that he hated your guts. He would always stare you down, or you would feel greatly intimidated whenever you would speak to him. He never liked James, he had actually advised you not to date him when you started to like him. But now you had to hear constant complaints and comments from Austin about James. Although Austin wasn’t your boyfriend, you never really saw him the type to be. You two were so different on so many things. You couldn’t agree on a single topic, it was amazing how you two were even friends. You guessed both of you could say you were there for each other when the other needed it.

The sexual tension was immaculate between the two of you, even though you never did anything or really had the desire to until recently. The thing about Austin though, he may be a lot of things, even an asshole sometimes, but he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to. He wouldn't force you to cheat on James, even though he couldn't stand the fucker and deep down, you and him both knew he could fuck you better. Shit, maybe even treat you better. Not to say James treated you badly, he was sweet and good to you, but he expected a lot out of you sometimes. Most nights when James and you clashed on small things, you mostly just brush it off as to not cause an argument and prevent an anxiety attack.

It seemed like ever since you started dating James, the sexual tension between you and Austin only seemed to get stronger. Not really from your side, but from Austin. There have been times or opportunities when you could have full blown cheated on James and he would have been completely oblivious to it because according to Austin, "James is a jackass." And believe it or not, it actually kind of got to you where part of you wondered what it would be like to fuck Austin. You blamed it on the way he teased you verbally and sometimes physically. Whether that be when you two would hang out and there would be conversations like "Does he even satisfy you baby?" "Why does it matter Austin?" "It doesn't to me, but if you claim to be in love with someone, shouldn't they satisfy you in all aspects?" "I guess." You never claimed to love James, or Austin, but you still trusted Austin enough to go to him and vent about your "shit relationship."

You can't say you weren't a little relieved when James had to fly out to New Jersey for a family vacation for two weeks. He had tried to convince you to go with him, but you preferred not to, knowing his family was mostly everything you didn't like about James. You couldn't stand spending two weeks with them. Mostly, you either hung out at the apartment you shared with James, or you would go hang out with Austin.

A few nights after James had left, you had a pretty bad nightmare and immediately called Austin and asked if you could stay the rest of the night at his place. He obliged and within 10 minutes, you were knocking at his door and he answered wearing nothing but sweatpants, his tired blue eyes met your scared bloodshot ones. "You okay baby?" He asked, his voice raspy and tired. All you could do was wrap your arms around him and nod. He hugged you back before motioning for you to come inside and to his bedroom. You lay on the opposite side of his bed, wrapping yourself in the warm comforter blanket and placing your head on the soft pillow, all of which smelled like Austin in the best way, which actually might've helped you fall asleep faster. "Goodnight Aus.." You said softly with your eyes closed. "Night."

You were at your apartment, which was weird because you didn't remember driving back home. You hear a knock at the door and as soon as you open it, you see Austin standing in the doorway, staring you down in a way that put thousands of butterflies in your stomach. "What are you doing here Austin?" Your friend just smirked and walked inside, inviting himself in. "I came to see you. You texted me to come over." You looked at him confused, but then were caught off guard when Austin slammed his lips against yours, wrapping his hands around your waist lifting you up onto the dining room table. As taken aback as you were by this, you didn't hesitate to stop him, no matter how loud that voice inside you was screaming at you to stop. He moved from your lips, to your neck all the way down your body, stopping at your thighs. He lifted your top up, kissing your stomach softly as he unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down to your ankles along with your panties. He kneeled down between your legs and started kissing your inner thighs moving higher and higher up until he reached your heat. You rolled your head back moaning the moment you felt his tongue lick up your slit and make small circles on your clit. You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair pulling gently. You pulled his hair harder when you felt his tongue enter you, his groans low and sexy. The more he licked and sucked the closer you got. You nearly lost it when you felt him nip gently at your clit, allowing you to moan his name in the most provocative way.

You opened your eyes panting softly, heart pounding. You were still in Austin’s room. You lifted your sleep shorts and panties to see and feel them dampened between your legs. "Shit.." You say softly before turning around to took at Austin who seems to still be asleep. You turned over to face the edge of the bed trying to sort through your mind what you had exactly dreamt about. Your heart nearly stops when you feel Austin turn over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, turning you to face him. "Y/n, what were you dreaming about?" He asked looking at you with his intimidating blue eyes. “N-nothing.” you say as to try not to draw anymore attention to the thought.

You felt his hand gently stroke your thigh as he said “Well it must have been something because from the way your squeezing your thighs together, it must have been one hell of a dream.” He smirked before moving to hover over you, his fingers tracing lines around your waist near your panties. You’re heart starts beating a million miles an hour when he starts to pull them down. You’re hand immediately goes to his wrist as you look him in his beautiful yet intimidating blue eyes as you try to tell him to stop, but he speaks before you can get a chance to. “Relax baby, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just going to help you out.” His low raspy voice only made things worse between your legs. He moves back up to kiss and nip your neck, you letting out a soft moan as he did so. “Austin…I can’t have any hickeys…James would kill me.” You managed to mutter out in between moans as you felt his fingers trace small patterns on your inner thighs moving closer and closer to your heat. “Shhh…I’m not going to do anything stupid baby. I just want you to close your eyes.” He said taking a break from your neck to look at you. You took a deep breath and did as he said. “Are they closed?” You hummed and nodded to confirm, then felt your heart skip a beat when you heard Austin whisper to you “Good girl.”

You were trying to get your breathing under control because to be honest, you were nervous and the thought of you being with Austin clouded your mind, but the thought of cheating on and hurting James, someone who didn’t deserve it, caused you to build up some anxiety. Austin must have read your mind or felt you trying to control your breathing because almost immediately you heard him say “Relax. You’re okay baby. I’m going to take care of you.” You took a deep breath and nodded before squeaking out a soft “okay..” “Don’t open your eyes. Just keep them closed and think about what you were dreaming about.” in the same soothing tone as before. Usually his told is a bit intimidating, but this one was softer and more gentle.

You’re breath hitched when you felt him pull your panties down to your ankles and ran two of his fingers up and down your slit before going back to kissing your neck again. You moaned softly as you pushed against his fingers, feeling him smile against your neck he whispered on your skin “God, you’re so fucking wet.” before placing one soft kiss to your collar bone as he pushed both fingers inside you, working up a slow pace of going in and out. The feeling of Austin’s fingers stretching you out was just enough to make you pull him closer, and placing your hand on his wrist as he continued his pace. “Don’t stop baby…” You moaned as you began grinding your hips against his fingers, getting more and more wet by the second.

You thought about your dream. You thought about how Austin’s head looked between your legs. You thought about how great his tongue felt, how he touched you, how he talked to you. You were now just focusing on Austin in general. How great it feels to have his warm body against yours, his raspy voice calling you baby all the time, God, how hot he looked when he got angry or frustrated. You thought of his fingers inside you, what they were doing, then you’re mind went to how great it would feel to have him inside you. How hard he would go, how rough he would be, but you also thought about how gentle he could be with you. You’re thoughts were interrupted when you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter, causing you to grind harder and faster onto his fingers that were now curved upwards, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You also happened to notice that Austin was panting softly into your neck. You were so close to going over the edge you weren’t sure you could hold it any more. “Austin..Fuck I’m so close…” Austin didn’t say anything back, instead he just began rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb that was..already there? When did he start playing with your clit? Regardless it caused you to arch your back and grip the comforter as you let out a louder moan. Your legs were starting to twitch, and your walls were flexing around Austin’s fingers more and more which caused a moan from him. “Cum for me baby. I know your close. Just let it go for me. Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s hand.” And that, that was enough to send you over the edge and then some. You let out a loud moan, almost a scream as you felt your orgasm wash over your body. You pulled Austin closer as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you gently to help you ride out your climax.

You tried to catch your breath as Austin pressed a few more soft kisses on your neck before pulling his fingers out and licking them. He smirked and looked at you as he whispered "You taste so good baby." All you could do was whimper softly. The power this man held on you was insane. He softly kissed your forehead before asking "Do you want me to clean you up baby?" Your heart immediately started racing again. What just happened was great but you don't know how your body would handle what had actually happened in your dream. "I can just shower real quick.." You spoke softly. Austin chuckled "Why don't I just get you a towel for now baby? You can shower when you wake up in the morning." You nodded as Austin went to the bathroom and handed you a towel. He pressed another kiss to your head before saying softly "I'll be right back baby. I need to go take care of something. You can have one of my shirts to sleep in if you want." You hesitantly nodded, still to stunned to speak because of what happened. Your brain was still trying to process the fact that Austin had fingered you, and you just had the best orgasm of your life because of it.

While Austin was in the bathroom, you quickly changed into one of his shirts and sweatpants. They were a bit big on you, but you found it all the more comfortable. You decided to lay back down in bed and wait for Austin. A few minutes later you heard him come out of the bathroom and felt him lay next to you, once again wrapping his arms around you. You hated to admit it, but part of you deep down felt truly happy. Not the type of false happiness you felt with James. You loved being in bed with Austin as he held you. One thing you knew for sure was that you intended on making the most out of this next week and a half with Austin.

Part 2???

#iwanttomakethisaseries

[factorialsotherfandoms]

As suggested by @becauseplot, xcomau sparring with Codebreakers! (I'll save egg times for later and have some planned out but may swap eggs before I get there). I... apologise for the invading Fit?

Hidden... not quite injury? There's some angst in here. It was supposed to be fun. Well I had fun. Also some non-graphic nudity and a distinctly unsexy shower scene. It is a bit homoerotic though. Welcome to qsmp.

"Phil. Phil. Phil. Phil."

"Etoiles, I said no!" Philza half-laughs with the words, used to this nonsense from everyone; at least from Etoiles it is genuine respect, not simply a dare.

"But Pomme! You love Pomme. I love Pomme. She wants to see you fight me, yes?"

Philza looks over to Pomme, who honestly looks like she could not care less as she shows off her new shoes to her siblings. He is about to say as much, before his eyes catch on Chayanne. His son has wonder and excitement in his eyes, quickly blinked away as he turns back to also compliment her outfit.

"That's a low blow," Philza half teases, already walking over to the rack of training weapons. "Using your daughter like that."

"So you will fight me? Properly? With swords."

"/Training/ swords," he forces. "I haven't touched a blade in years, you ain't getting me close to something sharp."

Etoiles brightens like the stars he is named after, running over to pick one for himself. Philza looks them over, trying to remember how to pick one even as the excitement of his son bubbles in his mind. If Chayanne has managed to infect the other children with the idea... God, they're going to have a fucking audience, aren't they?

Sure enough, by the time that Philza has warmed up, a not so small crowd has gathered in the gym. The kids are sat on the floor at the edge of the mats, while at least half of the adults are either sat on the benches, or standing around behind them.

Pac, Mike, and Tubbo are very obviously running bets, scampering around with a set of notebooks. Fit... seems to be wrangling them, except that he glances over to Philza with a grim - concerned - expression on his face.

Everyone else looks excited, and the weight of expectation is as it is; Philza makes a small gesture for him to back down. Fit catches it, and returns to herding cats with a solemn nod.

Nobody else seems to catch the interaction at least. Philza really, really does not want to make a show of it, but now a show is here...

He rolls his shoulders. Despite the careful stretches his back smarts. He swears, pretends he stubbed his toe on the corner of the mat, and prepares.

Etoiles is of course ready. Etoiles is a great many things more than a swordsman, but he is always ready, even when he is bouncing slightly in anticipation.

They do not need words to communicate, just eye contact and a nod. The crowd chatters as they circle each other. Philza has not fought a human since... some guards, back when guards were still human. Fit, once or twice. Techno...

Etoiles thinks he sees an opening, darting in. Philza parries, ducks to the side, and the fight truly begins. Once Philza was a god of the battlefield, now time and injury leave an abyss in their wake.

He is not, however, as stupid ass to fall for the tricks.

Etoules is honourable, straight forward, and fights friends only to help them keep themselves safe.

Philza is treason, and deception, and has always fought to rip the world back into shape by the skin of his fucking teeth.

They don't realise that, here, just how dark he can be - he hung up his sword for good reason, and he does not want to be that fucker again.

He doesn't want to be, but it was also always him.

Etoiles comes close. Philza twists, moving as though to raise his sword and instead kicking the other man in the ribs. He does not hold back - five years ago he would have broken ribs with that kick, but he knows he skips gym these days.

Still, Etoiles stumbles back a few paces, grinning as he does, "good kick! Good kick!" He calls, "I told you, you're the best!"

"The only best here is you," Philza calls back, watching close as Etoiles uses the banter to come close. "Etoiles, the goat."

Philza darts forwards this time. Instinctively, his wings move to assist. With difficulty, he holds his mangled musculature in place.

"This? This is just me hitting silly sticks," Etoiles calls as they clash their weapons together. "You're the real goat! You see everything!"

Philza does not fucking see everything, but he forces his grin into a smile and keeps up a relentless attack. Every strike he tries, Etoiles blocks. Every block he makes, Etoiles gets a little closer.

Sloppy. He has gotten sloppy with time.

Lost in the fight and the play and the laughter, Philza darts in again. This time Etoiles kicks him. Philza stumbles back, seeking his footing again.

He flares his wings.

He falls

He *screams*.

He tries to convince himself it is a shriek of rage, but he sees Fit stand, feels Chayanne and Tallulah's worry, hears the murmur of the crowd. By rules of the fight he has lost, sprawled on the floor as he is.

By the rules of the fight...

"Phil?" Etoiles immediately softens, stepping close and lowering his blade.

Philza has two choices: admit his weakness, or pretend it is a fucking game.

He keeps his wings entirely still as grabs Etoiles' wrist, pulling himself up and twisting it sharply - not enough to break it, but nearly.

The sword falls to the floor. Without thinking Philza grabs it, pushes Etoiles to the floor, holds it to his neck.

He is breathing hard, body straining under the position.

Etoiles looks at him not with fear, but concerning his eyes.

"Ça va?"

It's barely a whisper. Philza...

Philza drops the sword to the side, rolling off Etoiles' stomach and fighting the fucking pain to find his breath.

"You won the fight," Philza says. "But our enemy is a fucking shit. Don't let your guard down. Even when they're dead they might fuck you up."

Etoiles nods, eyes calculating.

Behind them, Fit whispers something to Pac, who nudges Mike and Tubbo. Between the three they stir the crowd into arguments over the betting.

"Good fight," Philza offers Etoiles.

"Good fight, good fight!" Etoiles agrees. "Next time, you will win properly."

Philza laughs, "I doubt it, mate; I'm out of practice."

"Then practice with me!" Etoiles offers. "At least help me train the kids! Chayanne would love to have you there."

"Etoiles," Philza does not have he fucking oxygen to laugh. "Don't give him ideas. I'm gonna get a shower, you coming?"

He doubts that anyone else could see the strain in Etoiles' smile as he waves him off, mentioning something about a bet with Antoine. Philza leaves it be, ducks around the now excitable crowd, and vanishes himself into the shower.

Under the water - hot, thank Tubbo - his muscles sting. His arms and his legs and his chest, all fine, but his back - his wings - where he cannot reach...

It is not just a sting, not really.

He grits his teeth through the shower gel, and rinsing it off. Cleaning his back without getting soap on his feathers is a nightmare, but one he's lived with his whole life.

But once the cleaning is done...

He rests his head against the tiles, eyes shut, and tries to remember how it feels to breathe.

The water is hot, and the tile is cool, and the agony begins to cool.

Nearly ready to face the world, there is a knock on the wall besides the shower curtain. Startled Philza turns, relaxing only as he sees the familiar form of Fit shadowed on the fabric.

"Hey Fit," he calls. "I was just finishing up."

"Yeah?" Fit replies. "And what was all that about then?"

"I'm fine."

"Philza. I've known you since you were twenty one and stupid. You're not fine."

Fit already knows - Fit was there - and Philza does not have the energy to argue.

"Come in, then, if you really want to see me naked."

"I always do, big boy," Fit responds.

The shower curtain shifts, and then falls back into place. Fit, also naked, prosthetic removed, joins Philza in the shower.

His eyes, immediately, fall on Philza's back.

"What did you break?" Fit asks.

Philza laughs in reply.

"Can I touch?"

"Go ahead, I can't stop you."

"Don't you know it."

Fit presses in close, and places his hand on his back. Gently at first he traces over smarting skin, and then combs his fingers through feathers as he checks.

"I think I just strained it is all," Philza replies. "I'll be fine in the morning."

Fit keeps working; Philza hasn't been fine in a very, very long time.

From gentle, assessing touches, Fit moves on to massaging across Philza's shoulder, and down his spine. Philza has no doubt the man will drag Missa into a joint preening session later, but for now...

"Etoiles is worried, you know?" Fit says. "He knows something is up. Most of them do."

"So long as they keep it to weird looks not questions, I don't fucking care," Philza replies. "I can fight fine with a gun and Crow, I don't need this."

Fit runs two fingers across the mangled tops of Philza's wings, the bones twisted where they healed out of shape, but in such a way it just looks like he was born with them malformed. It's normal, for an Avian, for their wings to be fucked up. Why wouldn't Philza's be the same?

He misses the sky. Fuck, he misses the sky so goddamned much.

The fingers press into an especially sore spot. For a moment Philza is blinded by the memory of much crueller hands, of something purple and something sadistic.

He gasps, and it is gone, just him and Fit in the shower again.

"Do you need some of my painkillers?" Fit asks, quiet despite his voice, almost hidden in the noise of the shower.

"I'll be fine. Just need to let it rest," Philza replies. "I should get to my shift. It's probably time, right?"

Fit hesitates, but hums an agreement. Philza has no doubt that some will appear at some point, probably on his tray with lunch. Still, if neither asks, neither tells.

"You should tell him," Fit says. "Etoiles. If you're going to keep fighting together, he needs to know."

Philza winced as his back tensed, "later. I'll do it later."

"Phil."

"What? Are you going to tell Pac about-"

Fit slams a hand over Philza's mouth.

"That's different!"

Philza licks him. Fit pulls away; Philza wins, and turns so they're face to face.

"I've got work. Will be seeing you. Want me to send Pac over?"

"Phil!"

Philza doesn't care for the mock offence. He laughs as he ducks around Fit. The showers are empty, except for the two of them - suspiciously empty. He can hear Fit follow him out of the shower, but ignores him as he dresses.

They don't ignore each other - not exactly. Fit helps Philza tie his shit behind his neck, back still too sore to reach up himself, and they brush arms when the vulnerability has them loose themselves in fear for a second or three. Still, they say nothing more - what else needs to be said?

Outside the door, Etoiles waits. Philza is a little surprised to see his kids are not, but maybe Missa woke up already.

Etoules watches him, but does not say much. Its uncharacteristic how quiet he is - or maybe not, as he analyses.

Philza greets him, and walks past.

As he walks away he feels assessing eyes on his ugly, scarred back.

[stellamancer]

empty threat (implied-ish gn!reader x satoru gojo)

notes: hi my name is niku and for some fucking reason everyone i know and love thinks i am a gojo fucker. first of all, they are wrong. uh anyway. one of them said a thing and that’s why this fic exists. it’s also @willowser​’s fault so they should take responsibility. thanks to fabi for checking this for me cuz never wrote this man before. 

word count: 1.1k

“What the hell!”

You’re not sure what you were expecting when you asked to spar with Satoru Gojo. To spend twenty or thirty minutes of your time chasing after a basically untouchable foe until he got bored and decisively ended the fight? To get your ass handed to you as he reminded you, once again, of the difference between you and him? To totally and magnificently lose?

What you can say is you definitely weren't expecting to end up pinning the man who holds the title of the world's strongest sorcerer to the ground. You both know it's not due to your skill as a sorcerer or even due some dumb luck. The only reason why you've got Gojo pinned is simply because he's letting you.

And it pisses you off. It's not like you were expecting to win, but this is just…

"What's wrong?" Gojo asks, mocking you with that disgusting saccharine voice of his. "You look upset. I thought you wanted to beat me."

You do your best to remain calm and not respond to his provocations. Even so, your grip on his wrists tightens ever so slightly.

He notices because of course he does and winces dramatically. "Owie!"

"I know it doesn't hurt," you tell him flatly, resisting the urge to squeeze tighter. It won't do anything to him, but maybe it'd make you feel a little better.

"Nope, not one bit!"

Before you can stop it an annoyed growl escapes your throat and Gojo latches onto it, ready and more than willing to weaponize anything he possibly can. “Come on, what’s got you all frustrated? You can tell me, you know?"

Stupid fucking dumbass piece of shit jerk knows exactly why you’re mad. He probably let you get him because he knew how much it’d aggravate you.

“No need to be so shy,” he continues purposely ignoring your growing rage. “We’re friends after all, aren’t we?”

You choose to remain silent and instantly find it’s the wrong response as Gojo starts to prattle on and on about how he thought that you were friends and how sad he is that you, as his friend won't talk to him, won’t rely on him and blah blah blah. He really loves the sound of his own voice, doesn’t he? Normally, you would just tune him out, but your agitation has left you impaired and on edge.

You need Satoru Gojo to shut up.

Like yesterday.  

Instinct takes over and your body moves on its own, you pull back just a bit before slamming your head in his direction full force. But the hit doesn’t connect because of course it doesn’t. Instead, you feel like you are just hovering over him like an empty threat that you’ll never make good on.

He laughs and your frustration flashes in your chest hot, agitation at its peak. “You know, if you wanted to kiss , you could have just asked.”

“I do not want to kiss you!” you snarl, refusing to take the accusation in silence.

“Oh? You don’t?”

“Hell no!”

“What a shame! I made sure to put on one of Nobara’s lip masks on last night so my lips would be super soft today!”

In a moment of weakness, your eyes flicker to his mouth and his lips curve upward in a smirk. Fuck. It doesn't matter that it was for just a split second— he caught you looking. You consider accusing him of stealing Kugisaki's skin care products to deflect the accusations that are sure to come but before you can the infinity between you dissipates unexpectedly bringing you mere inches from Gojo's infuriating face.

"Well?" he asks, voice intentionally seductive, his warm breath perfuming your face. You manage to suppress a shiver. It's an act. It's an act. He's just trying to get under your skin. "Wanna see for yourself?"

Your refusal lingers at the tip of your tongue— stuck for some reason you don't care to delve into right now.

"Come on." He almost sounds like he's pleading with you, and you keep reminding yourself that the bastard is just fucking with you. "I promise they're really soft."

Your eyes, traitorous things that they are, try to look again, but you force your gaze upward. Maybe if you try headbutting him again it'll work. There's nothing between you now, right?

No harm in trying.

You shift, trying to conceal your movements as best you can before going in for another headbutt. Surely Gojo will put infinity between you when he realizes that you're trying again, saving you both from what could be a massive headache.

But he doesn't.

You end up stopping yourself this time— your mouths even closer now. Too close. You finally take notice of your heart thumping wildly in your chest, the sound echoing in your ears. You should move. You need to move. Now. If you don't, one weird move from either of you will likely close the distance between you.

It's unfortunate for you that Gojo is a fan of weird moves.

He shifts beneath you, just slightly, his chin tilting up and you feel like a thread that's just snapped in two. You reel backwards, repelled by the thought of kissing Satoru Gojo, rejecting the thought, the notion, that for the breadth of a second your lips connected. It didn't happen. It didn't. You still want to wipe your mouth though, just in case. You don’t because you don’t want him to think that maybe there was contact.

Beneath you, Gojo laughs again, amused as he always is. Unsure of what to expect, you jump off him and assume a defensive stance. He rises so that he's sitting up, and you can't tell for sure with that blindfold but you feel like he's watching you.

"I think that's enough for today," he says, pushing himself to his feet. You eye him nervously, keeping your guard up in case it's a fake out. Gojo walks past you nonchalantly and you think that's confirmation that he really is done for the day.

"It was fun," he remarks cheerfully and the fact that it sounds like he means it annoys you a little. Then, his voice drops as he adds, "We should do it again some time."

The way his voice sounds makes it seem like you've just wrapped up a date and not a fight. It makes you feel funny inside and you scowl as you turn to face him, fully intending to tell him to shut up.

But you don't.

Satoru Gojo instead blows you a kiss, immobilizing you before he saunters out the door looking far too pleased with himself.

You stare, your heartbeat erratic and your face warmed by what you're determined to call rage.

[magewolf-the-artist]

Yeah so I decided to update Susan's ref sheet because oh my god it's so fucking ugly-

But yeah, I'm much more satisfied with this one because I've developed my style for drawing these fuckers a lot better and the pose radiates more personality.

Old ref: https://www.tumblr.com/magewolf-the-artist/743345425139040256/on-this-episode-of-walten-files-brainrot-heyyyyyy?source=share

Here's her bio with a couple add-ons:

Apparently she's British (Her accent is still a mystery to me but I've seen a couple people say this so ehhhh). So my headcanon is that her family immigrated to the US when she was four, so while she does have an accent, she doesn't really say any slang. Occasionally she might call someone a twit (affectionate) or a twat (derogatory), but that's about it.

At some point during her fun little maze adventure, the neck cables that held up the animatronic head snapped due to the constant pressure of Susan's broken ass neck forcing her head to loll to the side. While at the facility she found that she can use metal ties to hold the cables upright. She has to tighten them constantly though or else her vision will be forced into portrait mode

Ashley fixed the cable while she, Kevin, and Hilary were there and Susan is forever grateful to her

She probably accidently breaks it again through something stupid like bumping her head against the door frame or something and boy oh boy was she PISSED

On that topic, she tries her best to upkeep her and everyone else's bodies but there's only so much she can do with limited tools and slightly worse motor skills (imagine doing a task that requires very precise movements through winter gloves and you'll pretty much get the idea)

She refuses to repair Bon though and tells him to figure it out himself.

She's become way more snappy, short tempered, and easily frustrated after her death. Trauma, baby!

Susan kinda acts as a shoulder to vent to whenever anyone needs to talk. She can’t really offer much in response or comfort since A, she’s the type to push things away and compartmentalize, and B… well, she can’t exactly promise everything’s gonna be okay, now can she? Still, sometimes it’s nice to just talk

Some days though she just kinda… shuts down emotionally. Just kinda lays on the floor and can’t find any motivation to get up or do anything. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, staring blankly into space

Charles usually stays with her during these episodes and depending on the day, he either just sits with her quietly or rambles about random shit like he did when they were alive

Her sleep schedule was super fucked up when they all came to the facility because she was used to being up and around at night. It's gotten better but she still sometimes wakes up buttfuck early and has come to appreciate the serenity of the nights

Probably the most casual about her death, as opposed to Rosemary's crying and Charles desperately trying to change the subject

She walks with a very distinctive shuffle, something she picked up from her fun little maze adventure because the weird shuffle walk helped lessen the pain she put herself through and conserved energy. It used to be a lot more pronounced but it's faded slightly overtime

Usually hangs out with Charles

Is constantly exasperated by Charles' antics

To pass the time she either plays card games with Charles or organizes the tools in the maintenance closet

She tried to talk to Rosemary when they were first brought to the K-9 facility but only got silence in return. She's kinda just given up now and mostly leaves her alone

Is the most familiar with Bon's abilities and didn't even bother trying to escape the facility because she knew it was futile

Helps coach everyone but Rocket on how to move

When helping Ashley figure out to move she probably made an off-handed comment like, "if you think that's hard, imagine having to learn how to do this while being alive" and only realized Ashley had no context for that when she gave her a very confused and worried look

Hates Bon's guts and is usually annoyed/angry with him

She also hates Felix's guts, but everyone does so it's not anything special.