#all said while gripping the sides of the sink and through clenched teeth

[spuddy-potat]

so i just binged 4 seasons of natsume yuujinchou and lemme tell you guys i am feeling So Normal about it. like genuinely really average. not a single deranged thought or feeling to be found here. you guys I Feel So Insanely Normal About This Anime

[driverlando]

✧.* FAMILY FIRST

synopsis- In which Charles and Y/n have had enough of the paparazzi standing outside their house

before you continue: it’s been a while since I did anything for Charles, I missed this! If you enjoyed this then please reblog and give me a follow! <3

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✧.* Charles has had enough

You glanced out the window, your heart sinking as you saw the familiar sight: a cluster of paparazzi, cameras flashing like distant lightning, capturing moments of your private lives for public consumption. You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of their intrusion settle heavily on you shoulders. Another day, another invasion of your sanctuary.

Charles entered the room, his footsteps heavy with frustration as he followed your gaze to the window. “Again?” he muttered through clenched teeth, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“They just won’t leave us alone,” you said softly, your voice tinged with weariness as you absentmindedly rubbed your pregnant belly, the new life within a poignant reminder of your need for peace and privacy.

Charles kissed your forehead tenderly, a silent reassurance before he strode purposefully outside. His jaw was set in determination as he approached the nearest photographer, who greeted him with a mocking smirk.

“Hey, dude! Got any news for us?” the paparazzi taunted, his camera clicking away relentlessly.

Charles’s temper flared, a surge of protective instinct coursing through him. In one swift movement, he closed the distance, snatching the camera from the man’s hands with a firm grip. “I’ve had enough of this,” he growled, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable edge of authority. With a forceful gesture, he tossed the device to the ground, the clatter of impact punctuating his frustration.

The photographer stumbled back, momentarily taken aback by Charles’s sudden assertiveness. His eyes widened in surprise as Charles stood tall and unwavering, his presence commanding respect. “Get out of here,” Charles commanded, his tone brooking no argument, his stance a formidable barrier against further intrusion.

The paparazzi hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes before he begrudgingly began to retreat, muttering under his breath as he moved away. Charles watched him go, a mix of relief and lingering tension evident in his posture, before he turned back to you.

“We’ll figure this out,” you reassured him gently, her touch a soothing balm against the raw edges of his frustration as you placed a comforting hand on his arm.

Charles sighed heavily, the weight of responsibility for their family’s well-being pressing heavily on him. Pulling you close, he buried his face in your hair, his cheek resting against yours. “I just want our family to have some peace,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and determination.

You stood together in the quiet of your home, finding solace in each other’s presence amidst the turmoil.

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✧.* the boys show their support

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charles_leclerc To the tabloids and paparazzi lurking outside: here’s your exclusive! a never seen before picture of me holding my son for the first time, hopefully this will stop you from spending day and night outside my house.

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yourusername well they’ll have no choice but to leave us alone after the lawsuit 🫢

user1 omg crazy how this was 3 years ago and now yall are having another baby 🥹

user2 dad Charles is everything to me

user3 im glad they have gained some control, hopefully the paps leave

landonorris cutest baby (I’m not talking about you Charles)

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Charles Leclerc’s Explosive Confrontation with Paparazzi: A Battle for Privacy

By: Sasha, Rumour Radar

In a gripping saga that has captured public attention, Formula One star Charles Leclerc and his influencer wife Y/N Y/L/N have found themselves embroiled in a fierce confrontation with paparazzi over their family’s privacy. The couple’s determination to protect their young son and their unborn child has led to heated exchanges, a broken camera, and a looming lawsuit against intrusive photographers.

The First Signs of Trouble

The tension reached a boiling point when Y/N tweeted a stark warning to the paparazzi:

“Hey paparazzi, here’s a tip: stop scaring my son. Respect our privacy or lawyer up.”

Charles Leclerc, known for his calm demeanor on the race track, showed a different side of himself by retweeting her post with his own impassioned message:

“I’ve reached my limit. It’s exhausting having to explain to my 3-year-old son why there are grown men waiting outside our house with big cameras. Please respect our privacy or be prepared to deal with the consequences. Nothing matters more to me than my family’s peace and security, and it’s my duty as a father and husband to shield them from any intrusion, especially now that my wife is pregnant.”

Forced to Reveal the Pregnancy

The couple, who had hoped to keep the news of their pregnancy private for as long as possible, felt compelled to make an announcement after the initial confrontation. The public reaction was overwhelmingly supportive, with fans expressing outrage at the paparazzi’s disregard for the family’s privacy.

Despite the couple’s plea for respect, the relentless paparazzi returned a few days later, once again besieging their home. The situation reached a critical point when Charles, frustrated and protective of his family, confronted the photographers and broke one of their cameras.

Charles’s Bold Statement on Instagram

In a bold move to address the paparazzi directly, Charles posted a poignant message on Instagram alongside a never-before-seen photo of him holding his son for the first time:

“To the tabloids and paparazzi lurking outside: here’s your exclusive! A never seen before picture of me holding my son for the first time, hopefully this will stop you from spending day and night outside my house.”

The post quickly went viral, with fans and fellow celebrities rallying behind Charles and Y/N, applauding their courage and condemning the paparazzi’s invasive behavior.

Legal Action Looms

Y/N followed up with a decisive announcement that the couple would be pursuing legal action against the photographers:

“We have had enough. Our privacy has been violated, our son has been scared, and our peace has been disrupted. We are taking legal steps to ensure this stops. Thank you to everyone who has supported us and respected our privacy.”

The news of the lawsuit has added another layer to this dramatic story, highlighting the ongoing struggle between celebrities seeking privacy and the relentless pursuit of paparazzi.

Public and Celebrity Support

The public reaction has been largely supportive, with social media flooded with messages of solidarity. Fellow drivers and celebrities have also spoken out, condemning the paparazzi’s actions and expressing their support for Charles and Y/N.

Carlos Sainz tweeted, “Absolutely unacceptable behavior from the paparazzi and it needs to be stopped. Charles and Y/N deserve to share their happy news on their own terms and to live their lives without being hassled. Congrats on the baby, my friends!”

Lewis Hamilton chimed in with, “Proud of @/Charles_Leclerc and @/YourUsername for standing up for their family. Privacy should be respected. Congrats on the new addition ❤️”

Moving Forward

As Charles and Y/N prepare for the arrival of their new baby, they continue to advocate for their right to privacy, setting a powerful example for other public figures facing similar challenges. Their story underscores the importance of respecting personal boundaries, even for those in the public eye.

This ongoing battle between the Leclercs and the paparazzi serves as a stark reminder of the toll that media intrusion can take on a family’s peace and well-being. As the lawsuit unfolds, it will be a pivotal moment not only for Charles and Y/N but for the broader conversation about privacy and respect in the age of instant celebrity.

Stay tuned to Rumour Radar for the latest updates on this unfolding story and more celebrity gossip.

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ㅤ ㅤ— 🎀 apparently i can’t get enough of meanish lawyer!abby ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤ  ㅤhighly inspired by this post.

mean lawyer!abby who refuses to touch you or do anything that you pleaded for her to do simply because you’re acting out and being a brat while she’s trying to finish up some stuff for a case she was currently working on. Instead, she just sits there, looking at you unamused as you prance around your shared apartment in nothing but the thinnest pair of panties that you own— could find, and one of her white button-ups. huffing and sighing every time you walk back into the living room.

“babe, i love you, so much, but can you please stop huffing, i’m trying to work” abby muttered. eyebrows pinched together, and her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. “just 10 more minutes, is all i ask for”

“you said 10 more minutes, 15 minutes ago” you grumbled under your breath. practically throwing your body onto the couch and kicking your feet up on the coffee table. “i can wait another 10 minutes i’m sure” you scoffed. picking at your nails with a shrug.

you were too busy staring off at the black screen of the TV to notice the way her jaw clenched and uncleaned. the way her eyebrow rose at your remark, and the way she shook her head at yout attitude. “i told you—” 

“and i told you i would wait” you couldn’t help but cut her off with a scoff that had her holding her breath. “simple”

“and i wasn’t done talking” 

you gulped down the bratty remarks that clawed at your throat and threatened to spill at the sound of her voice and when the sound of the floorboard creaking beneath her foot rang through your ears and it was then that you finally noticed she was standing on the opposite side of the coffee table, staring at you with a hard glare. a few of her buttons undone, loose strands of hair flying in different directions, and those cute glasses of hers no longer on her face. she looked annoyed but so tired at the same time the longer she watched you. “abby—” you whispered, sinking your teeth into your lower lip.

“i do not want to hear another word coming out that mouth, do you understand?” she growled lowly. blue eyes piercing through yours as her chest rises up and down with each breath she takes.  “i have a little work to finish, so give me 10 minutes, and then i am all yours—”

you just had to run your mouth again. cutting her off with a sigh. “but you promised we would watch this new show—”

abby had somehow maneuvered herself from the other side of the table until she stood right in front of you. shivers ran down your spine when she crouched in front of you slowly, her pants creasing as she moved, and your eyes gazed upwards so damn slow until they met hers. still looking at you angrily. “try that again” she was still able to stay calm. “c’mon, you want to be a brat, so use your fuckin’ words” she scoffed, jaw clenching.

“i’m sorry—”

shaking her head slowly, like she couldn’t believe you dared to apologize now when you knew you were in trouble for your attitude problem. your eyes widening quickly while your lips part once she curls her finger around your chin, pulling your face closer to hers hard enough to have you gasping. “yeah baby? now you wanna be sorry?” she questioned. nodding her head with a click of her tongue.  “i don’t think you are, you just love to run that fuckin’ mouth of yours whenever you can, huh?”

looking up at her with wide eyes, she has the audacity to chuckle when she spots the tears welling up. “you cryin’ baby?” she mumbled. squeezing your cheeks together with one hand while the other wipes the one that threatens to fall. “what happened to my good girl, hm?” 

“just wanted to spend time with you” you mumbled truthfully. your thighs clench together tightly when her grip on your jaw tightens. the feeling has you holding back a whine when she just hums, nodding like she was listening but was more focused on the way a tear droplet falls down your cheek. “i am sorry”

abby leans her face closer to yours. so close that her breath is clashing with yours and she can see your pupils are so dilated because of her actions and the way she was touching you. chuckling softly, she tilts your head back, rising to her normal height, and the sight has you finally whining quietly in your spot. “keep up this attitude and we’ll see where it gets you” she mumbled. squishing your cheeks together a final time before licking her lips. “because as much as you love it, i would hate to bend you over my knee and make sure you can’t sit down for a week because you keep being a fuckin’ brat” she grinned wickedly.

safe to say, you waited the whole 10 extra minutes.

[lionneee]

Little Princess

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•Warnings: PIV, kissing, taking of sexual themes, smut, age difference.•

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Modern!Father’s!Best!Friend!Aemond x Fem!Reader

“Shh, sh… Be quiet, princess. We don’t want your father to hear us, do we?” He smirked as he looked at your face through the mirror as he kept pounding behind you, pressing you harder against the sink every time. “Oh look at you. You’re so pretty like this.” He chuckled as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your hair back to get a better view of you.

“So fucked up…” I hummed as he kissed your shoulder, his pace never relenting, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He groaned as he felt you squeezing around him, sucking his cock in your walls tightly, securing him inside you.

“Oh, that’s a good girl. Keep doing it baby, you feel so good —“ He moaned. “So tight.” He pressed his forehead against your temple, his nose pressing on the side of your face.

“Aemond —“ You breathed out. “Oh — God, Aemond…” You moaned, closing your eyes as your jaw went slack.

“Shh, shh, princess…” He let out a choked moan, looking down at your ass, looking how his cock disappeared inside you.

We heard some steps over us, probably someone walking in the bathroom upstairs, since you were occupying the one on the main floor, just a couple of rooms from the dining room, where your father with some of his other colleagues as friends were still laughing and eating.

It’s been a while she’d you two had been here, running off the dinner for a quick fuck.

To be fair you didn’t plan this. You just had to go to the bathroom real quick to check your hair and make up, but when you looked at the mirror you saw your father’s best friend locking the door behind him, looking down at you with a gaze that said it all.

Then you found yourself wrapped around his cock, moaning like a mess as Aemond tried to shush you.

But now you’ve been there too long, and you had to be quick, or someone would have started to look for you.

“Come.” He ordered you, his pace getting suddenly more fast and hard, intense, enough to take your breath away. You gritted your teeth together as you felt your climax building fast and intense.

“Aem-“ He put his hand over your mouth, shutting you up as you started shaking, your walls clenching around him repeatedly as you came undone, falling forward. Aemond let go of your mouth, and you gripped the sink tightly as he gave his last furious thrust, bringing himself to the orgasm as well. He panted as he pressed his forehead on the back of your head, guilt filling your chest as you looked at him through the mirror.

“We can’t do this anymore.” You breathed out as you tried to stabilize your breathing.

“You say that every fucking time.” He growled.

“I mean it this time.” You tried to say as firmly as you could.

“Whatever you say, princess.” He sighed and pulled out, leaving you empty, and with a sense of void. You looked down at the sink as you listened to him fixing his breeches, then unlocking the door to get out.

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked utterly fucked.

“Kid, I’m going on a trip with Aemond, he’s going to advise me on a potential business deal. Do you want to come?”

“No, dad, thanks. I have to study.” You smiled as you looked at him, shifting your attention from the book to your father.

“Alright. Do you need me to leave you some cash? Cook you some food for the days?” He asked as he took out his wallet, leaving in the table some cash.

“Dad, I’m 22, I can cook my own food.” You chuckled. “But thanks.” You smiled as you saw him walk to you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Alright, kid. Have fun, but not too much, alright?” He smiled and grabbed his bag.

“Yes, dad. Have fun too.”

“Your daughter is not coming?” Aemond asked as looked at the house from his car, as your father sat on the passenger seat.

“No, she’d die of boredom.” He chuckled. Aemond hummed and glanced at the house one last time before driving away.

“She’ll have her friends come over, surely.”

“You’re not worried about it?”

“No, she’s a good girl.”

Oh, he knew that.

“She’s gonna have boys too?” Aemond asked, trying to hide his jealousy. Much to his surprise, you did stick to your words, and nothing happened again between you two, but he knew it was just a matter of time.

“Probably, but I trust her. She never gave me any reason to worry about anything.” His father said confidently. Aemond hummed and nodded.

Get him out of your head.

That was the plan. Get drunk, make out, maybe even hook up. 

You were getting ready with your girlfriends, make up and hair products all over the floor of your room as you chatted and smoked. They were supposed to sleep at your house after the party at another friend’s house.

None of your friends were aware of your ex relationship with Aemond. Sometimes you were happy about it, to avoid any questions, but other times you kinda wished they knew, so they could help you with the situation.

But what situation? You wrote an end to it.

Once you were all ready, you all got in the car of your girlfriend, singing the whole trip to the house.

“It’s… enormous!” Your friend shouted as you stepped out of the car, looking at the immense house. You all chuckled and ran inside, the loud music and a mix of perfume and sweat filling your senses, the lights making the place more confusing.

“Let’s go grab something to drink!” You said as you all walked where the alcohol was. Happily, you found the vodka-jelly, your favorite way of getting drunk was definitely by those jelly. You grabbed a little glass, sucking the jelly in your mouth, grabbing another one and another one during the night.

You danced happily with your friends, sucking another jelly in your mouth with a laugh, feeling the dizziness of the alcohol finally reaching your head.

“Your tongue is red!” A guy on your side yelled at you to overcome the music.

“What?” You yelled back as you stopped a moment. The guy chuckled and spoke closer to your ear.

“Your tongue is red!” He repeated. He put a hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him.

“Let me clean it up for you, pretty one.” He smiled and kissed you tight after.

Damn, he didn’t lose time.

At any other time, you would have pushed him away.

But not this time. The guy looked good, and you were desperate to forget about another man, so you would have taken any chances. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. The hands of the guy immediately flew to your ass, squeezing it.

Aemond would have held you by your waist, then slowly moved his hand on you ass, squeezing it lightly, then harshly, pulling you closer to his body, raising you a bit to rub you against him.

Stop it. 

No Aemond.

You closed your eyes shut and kissed him deeper, trying to forget Aemond’s face, Aemond’s touch, Aemond’s everything.

You whimpered as you pulled him closer, kissing him desperately, trying to get yourself used to not being kissed by Aemond.

He was a great kisser.

Stop. It.

You groaned and grabbed his hand, and started dragging him upstairs, searching for an empty room.

Get Aemond out of your head. 

They guy walked in the bathroom with a grin on his face, immediately pressing you against the sink, kissing you again as he started lifting your dress over your thighs. You watched as he quickly grabbed a condom from his wallet and you turned around, finding yourself face to face with your reflection.

Your cheeks were flushed, but it was the alcohol.

Your hair was a bit of a mess, but it was the dancing.

Your eyes slightly narrowed, but it was dizziness.

“You’re such a slut.” The guy chuckled as he rolled the condom around his cock, bending you forward as he pushed your panties down. “Ready?” He chuckled again before filling you.

Filling you? Not quite.

He surely was not Aemond. 

The guy quickly set a frenetic pace, your skin slapping against the other.

It felt good.

But you’ve felt better.

“Ah…” You forced out a moan as you looked down at the sink. You didn’t feel like looking at the mirror, knowing that you won’t find Aemond behind you.

“That’s it. Such a slut.” He smiled as he slapped your ass, gripping your hips immediately after as he thrusted harder. You groaned and moved your hand between your thighs, drawing small circles around your clit.

“You’re going to make me come.” He warned, so you started moving your fingers faster.

“Yes…” You bit your lip, trying to bring yourself to the edge before he came, knowing fully he wouldn’t take care of you if he finished before you.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus.

“That’s it, princess.”

“You’re squeezing me so good, so eager to keep me inside you?”

“I won’t pull out until you scream, princess.”

You moaned as his voice in your head seemed to do a lot more than the guy currently behind you.

“Come for me. Show me how good you feel with me inside you.”

“Come, wet my cock.”

“I want to see you come, princess. You look so pretty when you come.”

You gasped as you moaned again, your fingers quickening the pace on their own accord as you felt yourself almost to the end.

“That’s it. Oh, you’re such a good princess…” 

“Yeah, baby. God you’re so perfect. Perfect little princess.”

“You’re so good for me.”

You had to bite your lip to not moan his name, even if the orgasm that washed over you made it almost impossible.

“That’s right, baby.” The guy let out a choked moan before coming in the condom, leaning towards your back as he panted.

Oh, how you wished it was Aemond.

Though, if he were, you wouldn’t be already done.

You pushed yourself up as the guy slipped out, uncaring of being gentle or do it slowly, making you hiss slightly. You quickly pulled your panties up and lowered your dress, practically running out of the bathroom.

You wished you felt better.

But you only felt worse.

The void Aemond left you the last time he fucked you now seemed bigger, deeper.

And the only way to cure it seemed to be the only thing you refused to do.

Crawl back to him.

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Attitude Adjustment

Wrapped up in the grit of the finals of your tennis tournament, Pope doesn’t appreciate you missing dinner with his parents…

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Pope Heyward, someone who prided himself on being mature and oh-so above it all, was incredibly petty when he was annoyed. He'd been giving you the silent treatment since you’d left the restaurant, his hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel of his car as he drove you home in silence.

Today had been a day to have dinner with his parents, Bobby and Cara Heyward, but practise for the upcoming finals of your tennis tournament had gotten in the way. You knew you were fucked the moment you’d shown up to the restaurant fifteen minutes late, with the Heyward family sat down around a table overlooking the ocean, their wine glasses already half full and complimentary bread half eaten.

You’d tried your hardest to smooth out your white dress you’d thrown on in the changing rooms of the leisure centre, but you still looked frazzled - with frayed edges and glowing skin from perspiration. Pope usually liked you like this, but certainly not on this occasion.

Bobby and Cara’s adorning had offered little comfort to you - they already loved you - and you could only focus on Pope’s clenched jaw, side eyeing you as he tapped on the side of his glass.

“I’m so sorry Mr and Mrs Heyward!” you pouted before taking a sip of water. “I got caught up with practise, and I just lost track of time --”

“No worries, Peaches,” Heyward said. You’d become fond of the nickname. “Cara and I know how much this means to you. And you know to call me Bobby.” he smiled, which you returned.

“We can’t wait to see you with that trophy!” Mrs Heyward gushed. “Whether you win or not, you know we’re going to celebrate – all the family’s around for his uncle’s birthday.” She finished, nodding over to her son, who wore a dull expression on his face. He barely spoke to you the whole night.

“Why are you being like this?” you huffed, staring over at him. His lips twitched, but he didn’t respond. “I said I was sorry. It’s not like I didn’t show up...God fucking forbid if I hadn’t.”

“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.” Pope replied, voice monotone and eyes locked on the road.

“Oh, like you really care about all that shit?” you scoffed. “Your ‘Ma would have a heart attack if she heard the way you spoke about the other students, let alone when we’re together.”

“Can you – not – talk for a second? I’ve got a headache.” He said matter-of-factly, his childishness beginning to sink deeper under your skin.

Pursing your lips, you nonchalantly glanced out of the window before reaching for the radio, quickly connecting your phone to the Bluetooth and shuffling through your playlist, playing the music so that the bass vibrated through the leather interior of his Range Rover and under your skin.

It was loud; obnoxiously so, made all the more dramatic by the fact that you had the windows rolled down, giving a show to all those who passed. Pope winced; teeth gritted behind the closed mouth of his frown, tolerating your behaviour for those last couple of blocks leading up to your house, only to swerve into the driveway, causing you to jerk about in your seat.

“What the fuck was that about?!” you gasped, grabbing at the straps of your seatbelt, so in shock that you hadn’t noticed Pope lock the doors. “Right in my parents’ driveway?”

“Why don’t you go in there and tell them how much of a bad boyfriend I am, then?” he snarled, shrugging his shoulders. “While you’re there, tell them about how you can’t keep track of time.”

“Are you seriously still on this? You can’t let anything go, can you?” you said, folding your arms. A small smirk appeared on your face as the following words left your mouth. “Sometimes being with you is like living in a dictatorship. The frat boys would never treat me like this --”

You were cut off by Pope, his fingers pinching your cheeks together as he angled your head to face him; his grip gentle, but commanding.

“If you wanna leave me for an idiotic manchild like Rafe Cameron then go ahead,” he hummed, a smirk wiped across his face. “At least let me teach you how to act first. I don’t want him thinking that I can’t control my girl...”

Your cunt throbbed as Pope’s spare hand snuck down to his pants, where a visible bulge had formed by his pelvis, making it a struggle for him to undo his zipper. Maintaining his grip on your face, he snuck his index finger into your mouth, watching as your glossy lips suckled at the digit, your eyes wide as you followed his gaze down to his cock. Pope’s dick was perfect; longer than it was girthy, with a pinkish-brown tip. Fully erect, it rested against his stomach as he gave it a few languid strokes, brown eyes gazing into your own, his hand still holding onto your face.

“Be a good girl and make it up to me.” He said in that low, rambling tone you’d become accustomed to, giving your cheeks a sarcastic squeeze as he lowed your head onto his cock, eyes fluttering shut as you took him in your mouth. You needn’t cast a worried look up the driveway – the porch lights of your home were on, but it was almost too far away to see anything too explicit. At best, your parents would think you were talking.

Pope wasted no time in making you gag – pushing your head down on his dick so that you took all of him. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning, you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, wrapping your manicured fingers around his base and jerking him off.

“That’s right...” he grinned. “Use that fucking tongue, princess. I bet you mouth me off just so I can clean it out, huh?”

All you could do was let out a muffled moan, peering up at him through your lashes as his hands roamed your body, lingering on the hem of your dress before deciding to slide his fingers up your thighs to paw at the round skin of your ass. Meanwhile, you were busy in pleasuring him; his cock now glistening in the summer evening as his plump lips were parted as he let out a groan, hands firmly planted on the nape of your neck.

Resisting him, you moved up to bob on his tip, staring into his half-lidded brown eyes. He always fell for this move; you tugging at his cock whilst flicking your tongue on his tip, making sure to tease the tiny hole. He twitched, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled away, frowning at you.

“Aw, Popeyyy,” you drawled, the nickname getting under his skin. “What did I do?”

“Bend over the wheel.” Pope said in a monotone voice, drawing his seat back. Wiping your mouth, you instinctively crawled into his lap, your chest grazing the material of the wheel as you felt him lift your dress. You gasped as he pushed your panties aside, sticking a few fingers into you as he admired your wetness.

He tutted.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he began, fingers curling into your sensitive spot. “All those scholarships and honour rolls you’ve made can’t take away from the fact that you’re just a desperate slut, hm? Daddy’s gonna give you what you need...”

He pushes himself into you without warning, and you grip onto the dashboard. A sharp slap on your ass tells you that he wants you to do the work too; and you immediately start to rock your hips, his large hands gripping your respective ass cheek as he spread your pussy apart; admiring the way your juices mixed as he disappeared in you. His uncovered cock feels different; filling, but tangible and raw, and it's as if you can feel his every inch, throb and vibration – you could get used to this.

It doesn’t take you long to find a rhythm – you’re fucking each other fast, but somehow, he still manages to go deep, hitting your g-spot with his tip on every thrust, skin clapping together pornographically. You’re moaning his name like a bitch in heat, your throat dry from your incessant whining, but he doesn’t stop, instead gripping your hips so that he can buck up into you like a rabbit.

“P-Pope...”

“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “None of that sentimental shit now. You know to call me daddy...”

“Fuck -- Daddy...Please, I’m ---” you splutter, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence. He’s drilling you as if there were no tomorrow, right in the middle of your parents’ driveway...and you couldn’t have loved it more.

“Look at me when you say it.” He commands, his voice cold but laced with lust.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite your lip before turning to look at him, eyebrows raised and a euphoric expression on your face, mewling out how sorry you are as he holds you down on his hips, his movements sloppy as he begins to near his orgasm. There’s a smirk on his face as his hands snake up to your neck, tugging on the silver chain necklace you’d worn – a dainty, expensive little piece he’d bought for your anniversary.

Balling it up in his hands, he pulls you into him, his chest pressed against your back as he moans in your ear.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up, ok? Maybe if I knock you up, you’ll quit with all that attitude...”

Your stomach did knots at the thought, and you soon became undone – with Pope quickly following – your fluids mixing as they dripped down his cock, pooling at the base and forming a creamy ring. You were certain that your dress was stained, but it was the least of your worries considering he’d just given you a creampie, and you’d have to take the inevitable walk of shame up the driveway, past your parents and to your bedroom – that was of course if you could even walk.

Coming down from your high, you took a moment to fix yourself, your head turning as you watched Pope open his wallet, sliding you $100.

“For Plan B,” he said, his voice as smug as ever. “And some new panties. I’ll take care of the dress next time I see you.”

And there was the responsible Pope that you knew and loved. Smart, smug, sensual...It was all too obvious that you would marry him some day.

[pandas-pandemonium]

Run Boy, Run

Content: Yandere! Chigiri Hyoma x GN!Reader, predator/prey vibes, mentions of blood

Your heart pounded in your chest, the trees passing by you, twigs and branches snagging and scratching at your skin, but you could not stop. No, you cannot stop. If you did, he would catch you.

Your breaths were short and you were certain your legs would crumble under you if you were to slow down for even a millisecond. Adrenaline can only take you so far, that you knew, but gosh, you really hoped it would get you out of here. The trees looked all the same, but you refused to let that get to you. If you did, if you looked back even once to see if you've made progress, the panther would sink his claws into you.

When?

When will it end?

Just as that thought crossed your mind, your body crashed into the ground, dirt and pebbles scraping at your face as you felt the wind leave your lungs.

"Got you~"

You felt his body slam yours into the ground, mounting your back before he yanked you up by the back of your collar. With one hand gripping your chin, and the other caging you on one side, he forced your face upwards to face him. Chigiri's pink eyes were fierce, like a predator eyeing its catch.

"You really thought you could run, huh?" His grip on your chin grew tighter. "That's real brave, I gotta admit. But you really thought you could outrun me?"

He released his hands and your face slammed back into the ground. In a moment however, you found yourself being dragged by the back of your shirt by a fuming Chigiri.

"I leave the door open for just a second and you book it. Unbelievable. To betray me like that!" You felt your head hit the ground again when you realised he had let go of your shirt. You turned to face him. His pretty face had been scrunched up in anger, his lip trembling as he appeared to try and compose himself.

He sucked in a breath and crouched down, and tilted your face towards him with his hand. "I thought you loved me..." his voice was barely a whisper.

"You kidnapped me!" you hissed as you whacked his hand away from you. Your face twisted into a frown as your eyes burned with tears welling up.

You were so close. So, so close, damn it!

Chigiri's lips trembled, and he clenched his fists. "It was to keep you away from him," he said through gritted teeth.

Oh that's right... if it wasn't for Chigiri overhearing Kunigami's confession, you wouldn't have been snatched up by him on your way back home. You had rejected Kunigami when he confessed, which Chigiri definitely heard, but for some reason or another, he decided it was too risky to let you walk around while Kunigami still had the chance to capture your heart. And so, like an apex predator would, Chigiri striked first and sunk his teeth into you. All to claim you as his before the dark horse could.

You scoffed through several sniffles, wiping away your tears. You could run off again. But with Chigiri barely a foot away from you, and with how numb your legs felt, you had no doubt he would capture you again in no time. Gosh, it was truly hopeless wasn't it? Stuck in the middle of nowhere with only Chigiri as company.

"Whatever. I learned my lesson. I won't run anymore..." you spat out, looking at the ground. Your knees were skinned raw, with pieces of twigs and leaves stuck to the skin. Your palms were stinging, still sore from the impact and your head still hurt. It was the price you had to pay for your chance at freedom, and it was all in vain.

"Good. Now, take my hand and let's go home yeah?" Chigiri asked. You weren't looking at his face, but you could tell he was smiling. A shame really... if this was six months ago, you would have loved to stare at his smile forever. Not now though, not when your imprisonment was the reason for his relief and happiness.

"Fine." You slapped your hand against his outstretched palm and he immediately pulled you up to your feet. His grip was tight as the two of you walked home.

Why oh why did you think you could outrun a panther?

[deviant-doughnut]

Augusnippets: Day Fourteen

Chosen Prompt: Protective Caretaker

CW: past violence; implied past non-con; non-con touch

“Get away from them,” bites Caretaker. All it took was a momentary glimpse, the party in full swing in the very next room. Whumpee’s birthday. They’d insisted they didn’t want celebrations, all that attention like a spotlight upon them. It’s been like that since The Incident, the one Whumpee has barely spoken of. They turned up one night, darkest hours of the morning, bloodied and bruised and trembling badly. Their knees had buckled in the doorway. Caretaker had urged them to come to the hospital, then respected them when they refused. Caretaker brought them clean clothes instead, stayed with them in the bathroom while the water ran red.

“He hurt me,” Whumpee said, as Caretaker towel dried their hair. “He made me…he…he hurt me.”

“Who?” Caretaker had whispered. “Who did this to you?” The question hung between them on the steam, and changed something in Whumpee forever. They’d smiled when they looked up at Caretaker then, a forced and terrible mask.

“Never mind,” they’d said. “It’s doesn’t matter now. I’m fine.” The haunting was plain in their bloodshot eyes, but they only repeated the insistence when Caretaker pressed them.

That’s how it’s been for the last four weeks.

Now Caretaker drifts past the kitchen doorway and sees two figures close together by the sink, water running like static. Whumpee pulling away, Caretaker’s best friend leaning into them as though magnetised, a hand on the small of their back. Whumpee makes a noise in their throat. It’s quiet, a strangled whimper that transports Caretaker back to the night Whumpee careened down onto his doorstep. That, coupled with the way his best friend laughs at the way Whumpee withdraws, how he follows their bodily recoil instead of easing away.

Caretaker’s blood sparks to magma in his veins. A rush of sheer anger sweeps through him.

“Get away from them.”

The air changes in the kitchen. Two sets of eyes snap quickly towards him. Whumper’s hand falls back to his side. Whumpee’s shoulders drop in relief. For a moment, a heaviness encases the three of them, the air thick with the tension of waiting to see who breaks it.

“I’m sorry, Caretaker,” says Whumper. “I didn’t want you to see that just yet. We were going to tell you soon, you know — about us.”

Whumpee’s lips part in horror. Their pallor turns instantly ashen. Caretaker’s heart pounds hard, his blood sparking hot with adrenaline. And the air is still, gone breathless and thin. Whumpee stares wordlessly at him, pleading and terrified. Whumper looks down at his shoes, and feigns an affected self consciousness. There’s three feet of distance between their bodies, the water still running behind them. Whumper reaches for Whumpee’s hand.

Whumpee whimpers, and Caretaker jolts into motion.

“Come here,” says Caretaker, but he’s moving already, crossing the kitchen with his teeth clenched together. Whumpee meets him halfway, arms open. They press themselves against Caretaker, cocooned instantly in the safety of his arms. And they tremble. They shake as though gripped by cold terror, and it stokes the flames of Caretaker’s anger further.

He glares across the room at Whumper.

“I should have known it was you,” Caretaker says. “You’ve been way too interested in them lately.”

“We’re in love,” Whumper tells him. He flashes a momentary tell, a half second of his lips quirking upwards. Caretaker grits his teeth so hard that he wonders if they’re going to crack.

“It was him,” Whumpee manages. They murmur it into Caretaker’s chest. They gather fistfuls of Caretaker’s shirt and they tell him what he needs to know. “He’s the one who…who hurt me.”

“I know, love,” Caretaker tells them. He strokes his hand down their spine. “You’re safe now. He’s leaving. We’re done with him, and he’s never coming near us again. Are you.”

He doesn’t say it like a question, and he doesn’t loosen his grip on Whumpee.

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Thanks to @augusnippets for this event!

[obsolescent]

Kinktober - Day 25

Prompt: Helping with button/zipper

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

Author’s Notes: Christopher Redfield, my big ole teddy bear!!! Was thinking about being tossed around by him hehe. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: gender neutral language used for reader, reader wears a dress, praising, mirror sex, slight breeding kink, creampie, P in V unprotected sex.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Hey, honey!”

Your plea is heard from the living room where Chris is sitting on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. He perks up when he hears your voice, quickly standing and making his way to you, walking briskly in case it’s something urgent.

He enters the room and sees you standing in front of the mirror, long sleeved, floor length gown on besides the open back. “Help?” You ask, looking at him through the mirror’s reflection.

You look stunning to him, the dress suiting you well, hair fixed up, looking your best for his work party. He comes to stand behind you, his large, warm hands laying against your cool, exposed skin. A shiver thrums through you, goosebumps forming underneath his grip.

“As much as I know you like to cover yourself up, I can’t help but admire your body,” He starts, thumbs moving up and down, grinning when he feels your body’s reaction to his touches.

He leans over you, his larger frame looming over yours. His brown eyes meet yours, “We can be late to the party, they won’t mind. Perks of being the captain,” he whispers while keeping eye contact with you as he begins kissing your neck.

You melt against him, tilting your head back against his chest. His hands trail up to your shoulders, uncovering more of your skin. He lets it slip down, exposing your chest. Hands coming around your back to tease your nipple, rolling them between his fingers.

Whimpering, you fist at his slacks, surely causing some creasing. Your dress drops off your arms entirely, the garment crumpling to the ground. Well, at least you’ll both look disheveled.

One of Chris’ hands goes to his pants, the sound of his belt buckle being undone. You feel the outline of his cock against your ass now, leaning you forward a bit to tug your underwear to the side.

“W-wait are you going to fuck me here—ah!” After his preparations, he shows off some of his physique by hoisting you into his arms, one of them having both your legs over it, while the other positions his dick in between your folds.

“Want you to watch me fuck you, see how pretty you are,” Chris’ words feel like honey, warm and sweet in your ear. His cock rubs your slit back and forth, pressing against your sensitive clit. “Please, Chris, need you—“ words cut off on a moan as he sinks all the way inside, head lolling back.

He tuts, softly jostling you. “Said to watch, keep those pretty eyes open for me,” your eyes flutter back open, tipping your head. Your cheeks turn bright red at your reflection.

On full display, legs spread wide, cunt snug around Chris’ thick cock, his eyes full of lust when you meet them. You whimper and turn your head into his neck, feeling shy.

He chuckles and noses your cheek, beginning to bounce you on his cock. Skin slapping and moans resound through the bedroom, and your hands move, pinching your nipple and the other rubbing your clit.

“God—fuck—could watch this all day, you look so fucking good bouncing on my dick, baby.” His praises said directly into your ear, and you look and you do look pretty fucking hot. Body flushed and being handled by his large hands, his grip leaving indents on your skin.

Thighs starting to shake, nearing your release, your pussy clenching more and more around him. He groans, “You close, baby? Cum for me and I’ll cream this hole, fill you up. Plug your hole so you can still feel me inside you when we’re at the party.”

You babble an assortment of affirmative words, his own tossing you over the edge, yelling his name as your cunt spasms around his cock. “That’s it, so fucking good for me. Milk my cock,” he says through gritted teeth, teetering on the edge himself.

“Fuck!” He yells, gushing inside you, being true to his words. He holds you in place on his dick, making sure you’ve taken it all. Coming down, both panting as the aftershocks ebb away.

Still in his arms, he moves towards his side of the bed. Making a confused noise before a sound of surprise is squeaked out as he quickly pulls out and, like he promised, a plug is put in its place.

“C-Chris—“ you whimper, but he shushes you. “Meant what I said,” he kisses your temple, “Want you thinking of me the whole night.” He sets you down and pats your ass.

“Now, let’s get to that party.”

[foxynez]

Hi there, love your writings and especially the smut - they're so descriptive and hot!!!😏😏😁😁 Wonder if you could write Quaritch with kinks about rope, wooden paddle and belt. I don't have a plot in mind, you're free to explore all you want 🙄🙄🙄🙄 I'd understand if you don't want to write it since these elements can be triggering to some people. Anyhow, love your work!!!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! 🤗 Hehe, don't worry. These are my favorite elements and those who find it triggering shouldn't read it. I'll hope you enjoy it and I hope you don't mind I wrote this with human Quaritch 🙈

PUNISHMENT - Human!Miles Quaritch x Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, BDSM elements, Use of belt, Bondage, Spanking (just imaging those muscles flexing when he's gripping that paddle 🥵), Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex.

"What was the one thing I ordered you not to do?" Miles asked sternly while binding your naked body with ropes.

"To not walk away from the group, Sir," you replied in a low whisper as you looked up at his stern face.

"Exactly. And what did you do?" He wasn't showing any emotions as he secured you in the frog tie position with your wrists and thighs bound together and your arms bound behind your back. He placed you on your back, leaving you immobile with your ass high up in the air and your pussy open on display for him. He looked up at your face, waiting for an answer.

You gulped. "I walked away from the group, Sir."

"And what happened?"

"A Thanator attacked me."

"That's right. You're lucky I was close by so I could kill it before you got hurt. Just see what one of them did to me. You're not a soldier, y/n. You're a scientist. And you need me to take care of you, to keep you safe," Miles spoke softly but firmly as he took his belt off and looped it around your neck.

"Yes, Sir," you replied and licked your lips as you looked up at him with big, lust-filled eyes. His intense, blue eyes held your gaze as he fastened the belt tightly around your throat.

"Then, you understand that I have to punish you for disobeying me."

"Yes, Sir," you said, biting your bottom lip as a wave of arousal flooded your pussy when Miles picked out the wooden paddle amongst his equipment.

"You will get ten swats, and I want you to count them all."

"Yes, Sir," you said anew and yelped when the first sting hit your bare ass without warning. Fuck, he was really angry with you.

"O-One," you mewled out and gasped when Miles grabbed the end of the belt and yanked it to the side, tightening the choke hold on your throat. Miles raised his massive, muscular arm and placed another mind-blowing spank on your ass.

"T-Two!" you cried out, feeling your skin already getting sore and red from the impact of the paddle. Miles' face revealed nothing as he continued spanking you, each swat jerking your body and sending a jolt of arousal through your core. Tears started prickling in your eyes, but you held them back. You wanted to make him proud, show him how strong you could be. You kept looking up into his eyes, your teeth sinking into your trembling lips as you whimpered out each number.

Miles watched aroused as each swat of the paddle created a new pattern of pretty redness on your skin while listening to the sound of your sweet voice counting each spank. His cock twitched with each cracking sound of the paddle hitting your skin. He looked up at your face and, saw the tears swimming in your eyes, saw how much you struggled to hold them back. But he also knew you didn't only feel the pain. He knew exactly what this did to your body, the mix of pain and arousal flooding your flesh each time the paddle hit your skin.

As you counted the last swat, you exhaled a breathy gasp of relief while your chest was heaving with exhaustion.

"You did so good, baby girl. So good," Miles praised while gently caressing your sore skin, smirking when he saw your pussy clenching in response. "Well, well... look at your pretty pussy lips, all puffy and greedy for my attention."

Without warning, Miles bent down and flicked his tongue across your slit. You gasped in pleasant surprise, moaned when Miles started working his jaw at a feral pace, growling like an animal as he lapped up your sweet juices with his eager tongue. He plunged it inside you, thrusting it in and out of your wet hole at a rapid pace. His tongue moved up to flick your clit, and that was it. Hips jerking and pussy clenching, you came with a guttural moan in your throat.

Miles had never tasted anything as deliciously sweet as you. He wanted more and more, couldn't get enough of your arousal flooding his mouth when your climax swept through your body. He licked and sucked your pussy lips into his mouth, growled when you responded so lovely to his touch, drenching his mouth and face with your sticky juices. His dick was painfully hard, and he reached down, shuddering as he zipped down his pants and wrapped his hand around his throbbing member.

Fuck…

He wanted to be inside you so badly, feel your warm essence coat his cock. Miles licked you through another one of your orgasms, lapping softly until your body relaxed and your chest heaved heavily with exhaustion.

"Fuck, y/n...you drive me crazy, you know that?" Miles grunted and crawled on top of you. He grabbed your thighs and slammed inside you in one hard thrust.

"Fuck!" both of you moaned in unison as Miles' cock filled you up and hit the deepest parts of your core. Eyes widening, you stared up at him as he stretched out your inner walls. Fuck, you would never get used to how big he was.

"Damn, you feel so good, sweetheart," Miles mumbled and started thrusting, clenching his teeth when your wet pussy tightened around him. "So fucking tight and wet."

"Oh, Miles…," you hummed in a breathy exhale. "You feel so good inside me, Sir."

Miles looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, loved the cute, little mewls he was coaxing from your parted lips as he fucked you hard and deep. Miles straightened his body, grabbed the end of the belt around your neck, and pulled on it as he started pounding into you hard and fast.

Pulses of pleasure shot through your core each time he pulled on the belt around your throat. Your mind went blank, your head swimming in a cloud of pleasure as you looked up at the Colonel fucking you. The image of him saving you earlier flashed before you. The look he had in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. He had looked angry, but most of all, he had looked scared.

Your body rocked in pace with his thrusts, his cock pumping in and out of you, building up a tightening knot of pleasure in your lower belly.

"I’m gonna…I’m coming!" you moaned just as pleasure erupted, and your pussy clenched around Miles' cock.

"Fuck!" Miles growled, his cock twitching as your pussy clamped down on him. With a final thrust, his body jerked, and he swelled deep inside you, emptying his cum inside your fluttering core.

Miles pulled out of you, his chest heaving rapidly as he untied you from the ropes and belt, and cradled you across his lap.

"Are you alright?" Miles asked, kissing your forehead.

"Mmhmm," you smiled softly and sighed with content as you nuzzled into his hard chest, feeling safe, loved, and protected as he embraced you with his strong arms.

[ofmonstersandlovers]

merman tigershark boyfriend being hyper possessive over soft gentle merseal (selkie) boyfriend!! angry aggressive shark boy not knowing how to be gentle but wanting to figure it out, resisting the urge to bite too hard when digging shark teeth into seal boy's plushy soft body, ohhhhhhh plz

Screaming and tearing my hair out, choking on sobs--

"I'm Starving, Darling."

TW: Male reader, suggestive, cute aggression to the max, learning how to be gentle

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It can't be said that Jace didn't try his best when it came to his boyfriend. There were already obvious differences between them when it came to personality - the tiger shark himself hostile while Y/N is the sweetest thing.

Those differences are a lot more evident right now. Jace's head nestled on top of Y/N's stomach as they rest in the bedroom. The other's eyes half lidded with content as he scrolls through random shorts on his phone. Not at all aware of the pure aggression that was bubble underneath the surface of his boyfriend's skin.

Jace is trying his best here, but in these domesticate moments, it's hard to ignore his instincts.

As a tiger shark, he's well aware of just how sharp his teeth can be. Hell, even his nails are a danger if he doesn't trim them regularly. Something he does forget from time to time until the faintest hint of copper enters his lungs when he pricks the sweet merseal. Guilt forcing him lock up on the bathroom to take care of those hazards. All while Y/N reassures from the otherside of the door.

He needs to get a fucking grip on himself! He's old enough not to let his instincts dictate his life.

The merseal sighs sweetly underneath him, the gentle rise and fall of his plush form a soft vibration against him. Soft hands thread through the strands of his hair to give his scalp a light scratch, pulling a rumble of a purr from his chest.

Jace may be old enough, but Y/N is just too tempting. Too sweet of a thing that looks at him with those round trusting eyes filled with fondness.

It happens quicker than he could register - shark teeth sinking into the fabric that covered the other's belly. Slowly gnawing at the flesh there as that rumble within him grows louder. A growl that wasn't malicious but satisfied.

"Hnng. Jace?"

Y/N's eyes meet his after a hiss of his name. The only thing that sobers the mer tiger shark from his too aggressive display of affection. He detached his mouth from where it was clamped instantly. Shame curling in his chest in spite of the frown that tugs downwards on his lips.

"Sorry." He forces out through clenched fangs, resting his cheek on the other's belly instead to hide his eyes. "It's nothing."

That was always his reply when his harsher instincts make an unwanted appearance. The last thing he wants is his boyfriend to believe all those rumors about mean tiger sharks. Okay, he was a little mean but never to sweet Y/N. The most he'd do is tease him, and even that brings immediate guilt if he's pouted at.

It's silent for a moment, maybe three before another hand rests on his head. Gently guiding his gaze back up to meet the merseal's, who smiles softly down at him with a tilt of his head.

"It's okay, Jace. You're not going to hurt me."

The reassurance is nice, yet Jace is still worried. Sharks can be harsh, very harsh, in comparison to seals. What could feel like nothing to him could be very painful to the other. He huffed, wriggling up the other's body until their heads were leveled.

Though he was the one pinning Y/N down, the man below held much power of him without knowing it.

"You say that," Jace begins, his own hands holding him up by resting on either side of the merseal's skull. "But you can't be sure. Tiger sharks are a lot rougher, and--."

"I know, I know - and seals aren't."

Perhaps they had this conversation more often than Jace would like to admit, he thinks to himself.

Y/N sighs. Those beautiful eyes flutter as those hands slide down to cup his cheeks. The tiger shark nuzzling into the palms immediately, lightly nipping the flesh their to the delight of his boyfriend. Who giggles at the display.

"But we never tried, Jace." Y/N continues with a much softer tone. "I trust that you don't want to hurt me on purpose, and I get the concern. But I'd still like to try."

Jace contemplates for a moment, gaze trailing over the man's form. At the spots he'd imagine biting into so many nights. Marking the little merseal as his and his alone. Does he want to risk it, is the bigger question.

Oh, but those sweet eyes of Y/N is enough to make him do nearly anything.

"One." Jace mutters as his head descends at a leisure pace. Face tucking into the space between the other's neck and shoulder. His heart jolted at the stuttering exhale his boyfriend makes at the brush of air along his skin.

"Just one bite. Okay?"

It takes a moment for Y/N to give him an answer - a jerky nod and a stumble of agreement falling past his lips. It could be in his head, which is quickly fogging over with his instincts, but his boyfriend seems excited.

Swallowing, Jace's lips part slowly. Sharp teeth grazing the flesh there for a couple of seconds, which causes the merseal to shiver. He teases that area for a few moments longer, listening to the way Y/N's breath quickens before gingerly pressing the sharp ends of his teeth into the flesh. Which gives under the pressure.

And it's heaven.

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Ngl, I almost made this NSFW by accident before I realized that that wasn't the ask LMAO. So get a cliffhanger 🤾🏾‍♂️

[idkwhatthisisbuthere]

Nazareth

This is...something. Read the warnings!!!! Very dark!

TW: Mention of domestic abuse, p in v sex, aggression, angst, rough sex, HELD AT GUN POINT...idk what else to add

Another argument that had went too far.  Slaps, shoves, hits.  Your face was just as marked as his was.  You had went into the bathroom and were washing the brown, dried blood that had dripped from your nose onto your top lip.  You knew the two of you were toxic.  No healthy relationship had these types of spats.  You looked up as the bathroom door swung open, spitting a bit of blood in the sink, your eyes drifting back down to watch as the water washed the evidence away.

“You think you’re leaving me?” Vessel laughed, voice deep and taunting. 

You silently stared at him, making no movement, but the burning in your stomach had started long before he walked in.  Maybe it was sick of you to get off on the pain, but the make up sex was always better when you made each other bleed.  He stood behind you, bare chest covered in your scratches.  A hand on either side of the sink, caging you in as he dropped his head down to your shoulder.  You watched in the mirror as he pulled the glock out of the back of his jeans, your mouth running dry. 

He sat it down in front of you, resting it on the lip sink, dark eyes watching your every move.  He laughed darkly when he felt you tense up, knowing your eyes went to the safety, seeing it unlocked.  The glock was loaded and pointing straight at you no further than an inch away. “When are you going to learn, love?” He sighed. His fingers dipped into the front of your shorts, finding you pantie-less.  He hummed to himself when his fingers glided through your slit, finding you nearly pulsing with just the gentlest tease.  He pressed his busted nose behind your ear, his free hand coming to cup your jaw as he continued to tease your swollen clit. “You’re fucked up, you know that?” He panted against your ear, “Never get this wet until we’re beating the shit out of each other.”

“I hate you,” you started to say but were cut off by him shoving his fingers in your mouth.  “Yeah?” He laughed, doubling his stance as you tried to fight him off of you, “You hate me?...pussy says otherwise, sweetheart.  Begging me to fuck you, aren’t you?”

He laughed when you clenched around his fingers, a soft moan falling from your stuffed mouth.  Just as you were getting close, he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving a trail of your arousal over your hip as he stepped back just a bit to unbuckle his belt.  Your hands flew to your pants, matching the urgency of him to shove them to your knees.  Within one thrust, he was inside of you.  You gripped the sink as you felt him stretching you out, the dull ache of absolutely no prep for his size.  His hands slid down over your body, and then back up to grip your hair in his hands and jerk your head backwards, your neck bowing out sharp as he used your hair as leverage.  You caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror – still angry, still bloody, but the sick part of you only got wetter. 

“I could do it, you know.”  He said after a few minutes of roughly pounding into you, “Blow your fucking brains out right here, couldn’t I?” He hissed as you clenched him impossibly tight, his jaw going slack as he felt the gush of arousal dripping down the inside of both of your thighs.  He pulled you tight up against him, anchoring a arm around your throat as he brought the gun up to your temple and pressed the barrel in.  Staring in the mirror, you didn’t recognize either of you.   Your face was a mix of fear and arousal, while his had went stone cold and rigid, except for a few grunts as he thrust his hips against yours. “You drive me this fucking crazy,” he said through gritted teeth as he squeezed his arm tighter, “I could fucking end you right here and you know it.  You love it, don’t you? Fucking whore.  I knew you were always crazy.” All you could do was grind yourself back against him, craving him deeper.  As the tip of his cock brushed that needy part inside of you, your thighs trembled a bit and he laughed darkly, staring at your reflection in the mirror.  He thought you looked beautiful like this – both of you did.  Bloodied, beaten, needy.  Blissfully fucked out.

“Open your mouth,” he panted lowly in your ear.

The feeling of cold steel metal raking across your teeth was unpleasant, but the taste nearly made you gag.  Soot was not delicious and a  smokey taste coated your tongue as you retched around the barrel.  He slid it in entirely until the trigger was resting against your chin.  He moaned softly into your ear as he felt your pussy throb around him.  He hadn’t even touched your clit and you were already close.

“Look at you,” he said in your ear, “Fucking beautiful for me, baby.  You don’t know how much I love you, do you? I love you enough to fuckin’ do it.  Threaten to leave me again and I’ll pull the trigger.  You know that, don’t you? You fuckin’ hear me?” You tried to nod, but you between the gun in your mouth and his arm wrapped around your throat, you were immobile.  He groaned, dropping his arm from your neck down between your legs, nimble fingers finding your throbbing clit.  You were gone in seconds, stumbling over the edge.  He dropped the gun to the side, using his now free hand to keep you centered, as he used your nearly limp body to get himself off.  You were exhausted – between the mentally taxing arguments and sex, your legs carried you to bed before your mind had caught up.  He collapsed beside of you, just as equally exhausted.  You were awake long enough to get a good look of his face – busted and bloodied, much like your own, but that would be tomorrow’s issue. 

[yurinaa-world]

Mmm idk Vash Wolfwood reaction of you sacrificing for them but like gets badly hurt but y/n doesn't die or u can decide that

Thanks in advance buddy 😊

Characters: Vash x Gender-Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Vash and Nicholas see you sacrificing yourself and getting hurt.

Warnings: Mention of a gun, blood, and spelling errors

Vash "The Humanoid Typhoon

Sitting on the ground of an abandoned building, the floorboards creak from your weight as a gunshot rings through the building. "Damn!" you grunted, clutching your gun to your chest while reloading your bullets. "Are you alright, (name)?"" Vash asked, "Who was sitting beside you? "I'm good, but this is not the time," you snapped back, reloading the one last bullet in the barrel.

A small round bullet went through the window, almost hitting "those sons of..." You growled under your breath, going up to the window and peering outside before shooting a bullet out at the window, breaking it with another shot. A loud bang filled the air as the bullet ricocheted.

"Vash, get out of here as fast as you can," you said. "What about you?" He exclaimed, "At this point, we both will get killed!" You responded, "Don't worry about me; I'll come join you when I'm done with them." You replied, "Please don't die." Vash begged, "I won't." You answered, turning your head towards Vash. "Just go!" Vash nodded his head and scrambled to his feet as he ran out the back door.

Before a sharp pain shimmied your shoulder like a bullet, you fell backwards onto the ground and dropped your gun by your side, blood pouring down your wound. You gritted your teeth, clenched your jaw in pain, and gripped your wound's hand tightly to stop the bleeding. You gritted your teeth together and took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

Grabbing the gun again to end this before another bullet flew past, hitting the wall behind you, You cursed quietly before pulling the trigger again, shooting the remaining men who were shooting at you and Vash. Once you empty the bullets, you put the empty gun to your side of your pants.

You gritted your teeth again and tried to push yourself up, but the pain in your shoulder made it hard to move. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a moment, before starting to limp towards the back door. The door handle was broken, but you didn't care as you pulled the handle open, wincing at the cold air that hit your wound.

You stumbled out of the ruined building. "(Name)," a family voice shouted, causing you to flinch and nearly fall over. Vash runs up to you and says, "(Name), you're bleeding!" He gasped, grabbing your arm, helping you stand straight, and supporting most of your weight on him.

He helps you limp into the alleyway, sitting you against the cold wall. You sigh and lean against the wall, trying your hardest to keep breathing and not pass out as your shoulder pulses in pain every time you breathe. You couldn't focus on anything other than the searing pain, which you had no doubt was going to scar. "It's going to be alright, I promise," Vash reassured, letting out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob, his hands shaking as he held onto you. "........I....promise..." you replied, hot tears rolling down your face.

".......Promise....." you repeated.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood "The Punisher"

Curses leaving you and Nicholas' mouths as you both shoot bullets at the enemy and run away from it, bullets going all around your heads and hitting the ground with loud bangs, making your ears ring in pain while running and jumping for cover, you and Nicholas being meters apart from each other and trying to avoid the bullets that are coming your way.

"you alright" He asked you, "Yeah, I'm fine; how about yourself?" You reply back, panting from the adrenaline rush that has been flowing through your body. You were still able to keep your feet moving, but you could tell Nicholas was getting tired.

 No wonder when he's carrying around a huge cross, looking out to see or shoot your enemies, your heart sinks seeing a gun pointed Nicholas' way. "NICHOLAS!' you yelled out, pulling him out of the fire, feeling the bullet hit your body, the sharp pain shooting through your body.

Your vision is blurry as you fall on the ground, tears stinging in your eyes, and your ears ringing loudly as the world falls silent, even gunshots going still, as if time stopped for you as you lie there on the hard ground, breathing heavily.

"Hey, are you alright, (name)?" Nicholas lifts you from the ground, placing his hand under your head to support your weight. "What happened to men who were shooting?" you ask, still gasping for breath. "Forget about it, damn it," he replies with annoyance laced in his voice. You smile lightly, seeing the anger and sadness mixed in his expression. "I'll be fine; it takes a lot to kill me," you say, trying to joke to lighten up the situation.

His expression turns into a glare. "It's like you'll let me die anytime soon." You let out a shaky laugh before coughing again. "You better not die or I'll kill you first."

"I won't"

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─ 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇

𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 ❞𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗬❞ 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — you and lloyd’s fights are…intense.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. DARK THEMES. rough sex. knife play. consensual hitting. blood play. pussy spanking. degradation. possessive behavior. spitting. physical violence & threats of violence. yall know the drill, these 2 are literally insane and their relationship isn't ideal in the slightest.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — the relationship dynamics between lloyd and reader in this series are not for the faint of heart. they’re not a cute couple. realistically speaking, their relationship can hardly be considered healthy. if that kind of dynamic is not for you, this is your sign to exit this fic. heed the warnings and understand that you are responsible for what you read. for a heightened and ✨ spicier ✨ experience, read while listening to “teeth” by 5sos slow + reverb.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

DINNER WAS TENSE as you and your fiancée sat opposite each other, the pair of you opting to occupy both heads of the table of the grand dining table rather than next to each other.

Fed up with Lloyd’s bullshit, you were fixated on ignoring him for the rest of the night. All you wanted to do was have a nice meal, a long bubble bath, and the California king bed in your master bedroom at your complete reign. Lloyd could sleep with the goddamn roaches for all you cared. Every now and then, the harsh clench of his jaw as he aggressively chewed and glared at you would catch your eye. You remained unmoved, your mood lightening as your hunger began to subside.

Once your plate was clean, you made your presence scarce, heading straight up to your bedroom. Humming to yourself, you flittered around the premise as you prepared for your night; removing your clothes, jewelry, and makeup while waiting for the tub to fill up. Like a kid in a candy store, you picked out your favorite Epsom salts, bubble bath, and a couple of essential oils and got to concocting your dream bath potion. When all was said and done, you finally sunk into the steaming water with a deep exhale of relief. Closing your eyes, you allowed your mind to drift into a state of ataraxis, hoping the essential oils would soothe the headache your fiancé had caused you.

They say when you think of the devil, we will appear. He did just as that the second his angered face danced through your thoughts.

“Stop fucking ignoring me.” Lloyd commanded, marching loudly into your ensuite.

You huffed sharply, turning around in the tub so that your back was to him. He didn’t appreciate the gesture in the slightest. Within the next couple of seconds, Lloyd had made his way around the tub, standing behind you with a ring clad hand wrapped around your damp throat.

“I could drown you right here. Right now. Leave your pretty body to the vultures and replace you with some other little whore who doesn’t dismiss me like I’m some cuck.” He growled into your ear. “You wanna ignore me? I’ll pretend like you never even existed to me.”

You scoffed.

“You won’t get rid of me. You can’t. You need me, you breathe me.”

His grip tightened.

“I don’t need anyone.”

“Then why am I still alive shit talking you, Hansen?”

The chord in him snapped. Lloyd hauled you up out of the tub by your jugular. You countered his rebuttal with viper like speed, reaching for a glass decanter and striking him with it. Trillions of tiny crystalline pieces adorned the ground as the glass shattered. Crimson drizzled from his temple down the side of his face, curling around his jaw before soaking the collar of his shirt.

“You’re ruining my bubble bath!” You shrieked angrily, attempting to free yourself from his grip and sink back into the water.

If he knew he was bleeding or was lightly concussed, he didn’t show it. Instead, Lloyd grabbed you by your shoulders and violently shook your naked form as he spoke.

“And you have ruined my entire day with your insufferableness, you dumb fucking brat!”

You cranked your head back before bashing your skull into his. It disoriented him momentarily. He took a moment to gather himself, shaking his head and reorienting his center. A wicked stretched across his loathsomely handsome face from ear to ear.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Like the complete heathen he was, he carelessly tossed your body over his shoulder and hauled you out of the bathroom. The marble tiles and his clothes were soaked, but it didn’t phase him. You thrashed wildly in his hold, screaming like a banshee.

“I said leave me alo—”

Your words were cut short when your body was slammed on the bed and you were met with a sharp slap to your cheek. His body loomed over you like a predator would its prey, clutching your face harshly and squeezing your cheeks together while you looked up at him with wide, inferno eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess. You know you like it—”

It was your turn to interrupt him with a wad of spit to his face.

Lloyd shut his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he wiped your saliva away with the back of his hand. His grin widened.

“Baby,” He began. His candy coated words were seemingly sweet, but anyone with a brain could see the venom oozing out of them. “Daddy doesn’t wanna fight with you.”

He reached into the back of his pocket and fished out a knife, the twin to yours. Its blade shimmered as the twinkly lights of the diamond chandelier ahead of you bounced off of it.

“So, I’m going to give you a couple chances because I love you. That’s what we do for the people we love, hmm?”

He brought the knife closer to you, tapping the flat side of its tip against your lips.

“We’ll leave this face alone though. It’s too precious.” He cooed. “Now, love of my life…”

Llyod leisurely trailed the knife from the skin of your neck, down to your torso in between your breasts. Its sharp edge just barely kissed your flesh, drawing the thinnest line of blood. Your fire didn’t die. Despite that, you continued to glare into his cold eyes defiantly.

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me?”

Testing his patience, you remained silent. You wanted to push him to the edge and watch him lose his shit. And just as he thought he was the one in control, you wanted to be the one to force him back into subordination. Lloyd’s muscles relaxed as he mistook your silence for cooperation. His guard was slowly dropping.

Hook, line, and sinker.

A tiny giggle escaped your lips. It escalated into full maniac laughter in the span of seconds.

“Fuck you.”

Before he could blink, his knife was in your grasp and his back was hitting the mattress of your California king. It was now his throat that his own blade was pressed against, your body straddling his. For a split second, Lloyd wanted nothing more than to flip you over and make love to you until the sunset came up. You were gorgeous when you were like this; bare for him in more ways than one. He loved when you bore his soul to him, letting the pure madness that resided deep inside you out to play.

“You sure talk a lot for the only person bleeding right now.” You snarled, applying pressure to the blade and drawing more blood.

Lloyd chuckled, raising his hips slightly off the bed and firmly pressing his arousal against your unclothed core. The roughness of his pants against your clit nearly made you cave in. You loved the man, there was nothing you wanted him than to kiss him breathless, but he drove you insane. It was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. Not only could you adore him without any boundaries, but he was able to root up the deepest, darkest emotions you had ever felt in your life.

“This feels like a repeat of the first time we met. You tried to kill me.” Lloyd purred, grinding against you at an agonizingly tantalizing pace. It made you dizzy, your lids dropping down along with your walls.

He took the opportunity to take back the knife and sit up, nuzzling his face into your neck. He nosed the wound he created.

“I knew I’d do anything for you the second you held that gun to my head. That if I died right then and there, my last thought would be of you without a single regret. You knew that. You knew I’d follow you to the ends of this earth on my hands and knees no matter what. That’s why you keep me around.”

The blade once again made itself at home between your breasts. This time, Lloyd didn’t hold back. Swiftly, he sliced your flesh. Seconds after. He reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He pulled you against his body; flesh to flesh. Your blood smeared against his alabaster chest.

“But let me remind you, sweetheart. If I bleed, you bleed with me.”

Lloyd’s lips attacked your throat, his tongue lapping against at the lesion he created there. You gasped at the initial sting, the muscle feeling rough against the newly formed lesion. Soon, however, his ministrations began to soothe you. Giving in finally, you began to grind against him. The action caused Lloyd’s reverie to splinter. Before you could blink, the man had flipped you over onto all fours. He kneed behind you, undoing his belt and taking off the rest of his clothing. You knew you were in for it when you heard him expeditiously slip his belt from the belt loops of his pants. Expertly, he wrapped the strip of leather around your throat and fastened it. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was tight enough to remind you of your place. The mere thought humored you.

“You’re going soft on me, bub—”

Your remark was rudely cut off when Lloyd yanked the tail end of the belt. Your spine was arched so hard it was almost unnatural. He drew himself closer to you, cradling the underside of your jaw affectionately before retreating his hand in between your thighs. Your head was cupped in his large palm.

“I’ll still break your fucking jaw.” His hand dipped in between your legs, meaty fingers dipping into your entrance and swirling around in your wetness. He massaged your clit in slow circles before withdrawing and placing an acute spank on your core. You yelped as one followed another in meteoric succession.

“You have pissed. Me. Off.” Lloyd seethed, landing a couple more slaps to your core before reaching in between his legs and gripping his cock. “You and that stupid, uppity fucking attitude of yours.”

He drove into you with one long thrust. You cried out loudly as you tossed your head back, not even recognizing your own voice as it left your body. Lloyd wasted no time, pistoning into you with so much force that your body was almost knocked over save for the length of his belt tugging you upright once more. His pace was rapid, barely giving you time to process when he was inside of you before he was retreating from your heat again. Lloyd wasn’t exactly the softest lover. Even when he was making love to you rather than just fucking you, he was still rough and possessive. You were used to marks on your skin and soreness between your legs as a result of your trysts. But this? He had never been this feral. A slither of you was fearful that this wasn’t the extent of his cruelty – that you had completely and utterly exasperated every ounce of mercy he had to give. But that part was just small enough to excite you.

“Do it.” You breathed. “Hurt me. I w-want—”

The words couldn’t leave your mouth, your brain only able to form wanton sounds of pleasure. He breathlessly cackled from behind you, planting a sloppy smooch on your heated cheek dewy with perspiration.

“I fucking love you. You were made for me. Say it. Use your dumb baby brain, and tell me you belong to me or I’ll fucking end you right here.” He growled in your ear.

“I love you!” You whimpered loudly, your eyes welling up with tears as the pleasure became too intense. “I love you, I n-need you, p-please...”

Your sentence trailed off as you panted wildly, your beloved’s pace and vigor unfaltering. You felt the stickiness of your blood on his chest as he pressed his flesh against your back, the sensation causing your eyes to roll backward. Lloyd kissed away your tears as they slid down your cheeks, chuckling lowly and sadistically.

“I love being the only person to see you like this. Submissive. Weak. At my mercy What would everyone think if they knew the person they feared the most could be taken down with something as simple as cock?” He taunted.

For once, you had nothing to say. You only mewled indecently, gripping Lloyd’s forearms, your manicured nails penetrating his skin and drawing tiny half moons of blood. Your reverie reached its peak as your walls fluttered around his length before unclenching compactly. All strength left your body as your orgasm sent you into a frenzied state of lust. Lloyd did nothing as you fell flat against the mattress, fisting the sheets in your palms as he fucked you through your high.

His large hands fell to your hips.

“You can give me another one, hmm, sweet girl? Give daddy another one, baby, make me cum,” Lloyd moaned lowly, his eyes closed, and his lips parted as he sloppily thrusted away.

You began to squirm as another orgasm rapidly approached. Lloyd cursed loudly before the first rope of cum was shot into you. His body crashed down on top of yours, hips still moving on their own accord as he pumped every last drop of his spent into your core. You hummed in content, basking in his warmth. You reached up with one arm, grasping the back of his neck and tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. He practically purred your affection, leaning down to litter butterfly kisses across the span of your naked back. There was a peaceful silence as the two of you caught your breath, your bodies coming down from the wear and tear of your activities. It wasn’t until Lloyd cupped your face gently and turned it towards him that you realized that time had indeed passed.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered earnestly.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward and placed a loving kiss upon his awaiting lips.

“No, I am.” You lamented. “I forgot what we were even fighting about.”

He chuckled, nosing your shoulder affectionately.

“That means I did my job well.”

Snorting, you flicked his forehead. He chuffed aggravatedly.

“Has my head not suffered enough damage today? You literally headbutted me and hit me with a vase! Why the fuck would you do that, woman?!”

You soothed the spot with a kiss.

“You owe me a new vase.”

[swift-creates]

@chrumblr-whumblr day 5: forced to obey 

wc: 623 | warnings: threats of gun violence, hostage situation | characters: Rose Oleco (OC) (pov), Dick Grayson, unnamed gangster, Jason Todd (barely)

Rose belongs to my sister! as always if you want to know Moar about my silly things just ask please ask. PLEASE ask. THEY ARE SO CUTE HELP. 🥺

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Rose stumbled as she landed, leaning on a nearby wall to regain her footing before looking around and behind for her boyfriend. “Nightwing?”  “I’m good. Just… go.” His voice was choked even over the comms, and she felt her chest clench in fear.  “What? Where are you?” 

“Right behind you, Shadow.” She whirled around, hands raised, to see one of the gangsters they’d defeated earlier gripping Dick by the shoulder, a gun to his head.  Rose tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Let him go.” “No. First, you’re gonna do something for me.” The guy shook him roughly, and she spotted the slightest twitch in Dick’s jaw as he shoved him back. “You’re gonna get over here and put these meta-cuffs on yourself, and then I’ll see about letting your little boytoy go.” “Many honourable men are little boytoys,” Dick sniffed, and Rose desperately wanted to grab him by the shoulders and say Not now, Richard. But she couldn’t, and prepared to form a portal under them instead-

“And before you think about making any of your sparkly black holes, just know that birdie here ain’t likely to survive a bullet to the brain. And you ain’t likely to be faster than one neither.” He pressed the pistol tighter to Dick’s head. “At least use proper English while threatening Nightwing,” Rose said through gritted teeth. “It’s either.” Dick raised an eyebrow slightly, and she returned an almost imperceptible shrug, trying to tamp down her bubbling panic. I don’t have a strategy for this, darling. Not like you would. Her mind raced as she tried to think of something, anything, but every plan she came up ended in blood spatters and pain. 

“Get over here, girl.” The gangster scowled, shifted impatiently. His finger twitched on the trigger, and Rose flinched.  “All right, all right.” She stepped forward slowly, bent to pick up the cuffs and put them on, took another step closer. Tried to avoid Dick’s wide, panicked eyes. Sorry, Blue. 

One more step, and he was within reach. The barrel of the gun turned to point at her instead of him, and he turned to look at Rose in dismay. “It’s okay. Just return to base,” she tried to comfort him.  “Not without you.” He reached for his escrima, stopped short when the man snarled a warning.  “Easy now. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, now would we?” 

He was angry, she could tell that much. Angry at the guy for dangling their safety in front of each other like a carrot on a stick, and frustrated that she was now in the hands of a criminal, powers dampened and gun to her head. But he met her eyes and flicked his gaze quickly downwards and back, and she trusted him. 

Raising one boot, Rose stomped down hard on the guy’s foot, and he cursed, staggering to the side. She saw Dick tense as his gun hand quivered, then there was a loud BANG, and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, the guy was on the ground, Jason was standing over him with one pistol smoking, and Dick was running to pull her into his arms. 

“Are you okay?” he whispered.  “Are you?” she shot back, frantically looking him up and down for injuries. “How did he even catch you? For a second I thought…”  “I’m fine,” he reassured her as he unlocked the cuffs and let them drop. Then he pulled her in again and buried his face in her hair. “I’m just glad you are, too.” 

She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, ignoring Jason’s exaggerated gagging, and pulled away to look him in the eye. “Let’s go home.”

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

What Makes A Pirate Sneeze

Fic Length: Quite Long

Rating: 13+

Genre: Micro/Macro, Whump, Holding Back

TW: Crying, Mess, Violence

Additional Warning: Kinda bad

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“We’ve gotcha at last.”

Captain Derique held Sela up by their wings, chuckling as they struggled against his grip.

“Now, now, don’t rip yer wings off,” he said, grinning. “I’d like the pleasure ‘a doin’ that myself.”

The fairy continued to flail themselves against their captor, baring their sharp teeth and snarling. Their magic was useless without the use of their wings, but they could still use their good old fae aggression. The captain only smirked and lowered his head to meet the Sela’s eyes.

“Yer a feisty one, eh? Plenty o’ magic in ya.”

Sela clenched their teeth. They stiffened, their eyes glowing with rage. Their dilated pupils traced the captains face, looking for a weak spot.

“Aw, all tuckered out, aren’tcha?” Captain Derique said. “That’ll make things a whole lot-”

Sela suddenly leapt forward, unhinging their jaw and sinking their teeth deep into the captain’s long nose. He yelped and let go of them like a hot iron.

“Great Greenly’s beard!”

Sela barely removed their teeth from the soft cartilage before the entire crew was after them. They weaved through the air, dodging rough hands and sharp hooks. They managed to evade them, even with sore wings.

However, one of the crewmates managed to graze them with a finger, which was enough to send Sela spiraling. They whizzed around in a daze, looping in wavering lines. Harsh cries and the clanking of swords grew louder.

They spun, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide.

Finally, they saw large hole in the corner of the ship, just behind the mob of pirates. They flew as high as they could in a wobbling arch. The crew grasped at them, even trying to knock them down with a dirty broom handle. Sela still managed to keep out of their reach, and dove headfirst into the cavern.

Hot air rushed around Sela as they ducked deep into the darkness, trying to keep their balance. They could hear the pirates clamoring over each other, until one voice boomed over the rest:

“Keep ‘em in there, ya slug!”

The entrance was suddenly blocked off, and the ground beneath Sera shook. They put their hands on a warm, soft wall. A thin film covered their hands, sticking to their fingers. It reminded them of the algae in their lake, but it had no color, and the ship was many feet above water.

“That’ll teach ya to sleep durin’ watch duty,” they heard Captain Derique say. “I suppose it’s a good thing ya did, or that fairy’d be across the seven seas instead ‘o in yer nose!”

Nose?

The crew erupted into laughter, and Sera slowly realized they wasn’t in a hole in the ship…they were in someone’s nose! Even worse, a pirate’s nose!

They felt the walls around them quiver, and then a soft voice vibrate through the nostrils.

“I-heh-it tickles, cap’n.”

Captain Derique drew close to the shipmate’s nose. Sera could almost smell his pirate musk as the captain hissed through his yellowed teeth.

“Yer gonna keep ‘em in there ‘til we reach land, or I’ll cut it off and throw it to the sharks.”

Sera almost toppled over as the shipmate was slapped on the back.

“Looks like that nose o’ yours is good for more ‘n catchin’ colds, eh, Wallace?

Captain Derique chuckled, then rejoined the others near the mast. The shipmate’s nostrils were promptly clamped shut, and a whimper echoed through his sinuses.

Sera ground their teeth. A good bite to the soft sides of Wallace’s nostrils would be more than enough to free them. But, when they tried to open their mouth, a sharp pain in their jaw made them firmly close it again.

It turns out that that crash landing did more damage than they thought. They could barely open their mouth, much less use their sharp teeth.

Sera sat cross-legged on the soft ground. After a while, she managed to sway along with the pirate’s breath, which kept her from tumbling deeper into his nasal cavity.

For now, they would have to bide their time.

Captain Derique sent Wallace into a cell below deck, locking the door behind him with a jangling of keys.

“‘N case ye feel a tickle in your conscience…or yer nose.”

Wallace sat on a cot, the springs squeaking with his weight. His nostrils were still obediently squeezed shut, but Sera could feel Wallace’s nose trembling with effort. The walls of his sinuses had grown shiny, and every movement that the fairy made them twitch.

“S-Stop tha…haht! If ya get loose, th’ cap’n’s godda…snrk!”

Wallace sniffled and snorted, struggling to find some relief from the captive in his nose. Sera paid him no mind. If they were going to be kept here, they weren’t going down without a fight. Even without their sharp teeth, they had an upper hand.

Through the night, when the rest of the crew was loudly celebrating their capture of the fairy, Sera said to work making Wallace as miserable as possible.

They began tracing circles with their fingers on the walls and floor, even using their hands to twirl the pirate’s dark nose hair. When that got boring, as most things quickly did for Sera, they moved on to using their wings to tickle the sensitive ceiling of Wallace’s nose. They were careful to only use the tips. If they did manage to escape, wet wings would not serve them well.

As Wallace laid on his stomach trying to sleep - not his back, per the captain’s orders - Sera would wait until soft snores rattled his nose, then use the dried seaweed of their clothes to tickle him awake and hitching. By midnight, Wallace could barely get a word out without staving off a desperate tickle.

“Y-Yer gudda…heh…” he gasped. “Nnngh…snf!”

His weak threats went unfinished as Sera touched a twitching nerve. His nostrils flared farther than ever, making it even more difficult to keep them closed. Not to mention the streams of mess that has managed to spread past his fingers.

Sera was close. Just a little more, and they would be free. More than a little wet, but free.

They flared their fingers as far as they could, touching the quivering walls of Wallace’s desperate nose. Their wings buzzed furiously, all but beating against the sinus wall. They timed every hitch, leaning into every flare and twitch, until -

“I’b…gah…HAH…!”

Wallace’s head leaned back, which only served to tilt Sera deeper into his sinuses. They crouched against a slope in the passage, wings up and out.

“HYYYAAA’SHIIIIIIIIIEEEEW!”

The sheer force of the sneeze threw Sera forward, and the mess collected around the nostrils had caused Wallace’s strong fingers to finally slip off. The fairy was finally flung out of the long-suffering nose, straight for the far stone wall.

They stretched their wings as far as they could go, slowing them down just enough to slide down the wall without crashing. Then, with one foot, they pushed themselves off, giving themselves enough momentum for their wings to keep them upright.

However, still being weighed down by pirate snot, Sera only just managed to fly onto the barred window in the holding cell. The warm, salty air of the sea would dry them off soon enough - but, until then, they just had to keep out of reach.

Wallace, meanwhile, was still sneezing. His nose had to make up for the many hours the fairy had been holed up inside his nasal passages. He snuffled and snorted and sneezed and sniffed, only pausing to use the worn bandana around his neck to blow his nose. Sera grimaced at the noise as it echoed through the stone room.

Finally, the pirate finished, looking up blearily. He searched the walls, under the small wooden table, and between the sheets of the cot, getting more and more frantic. Sera thanked their lucky stars that he didn’t have the sense to look up.

“Ndoe ndoe ndoe ndoe ndoe…”

Wallace got on his hands and knees, grasping at the stone. He went under the cot’s frame, banging his head as he desperately searched for the fairy. His body was completely hidden under the cot.

Then, suddenly, the rustling stopped.

Sera craned their neck to see Wallace still under the cot, laying on his stomach with his face buried in his arms. The pirate sniffled thickly, shuddered, and brought his bandana to his face. Low, miserable sounds emanated from within the faded cloth.

Was he…crying?

Sera had no idea that pirates could cry. When they were young, they were told in whispered tones that pirates used lit matches to close their tear ducts; and, if a pirate shed a single tear, they were blinded - an eye for each tear. That’s why, their friend had reasoned, that the strongest pirates had eyepatches. They were able to only shed one tear when they wept, and got to keep their other eye.

Maybe Wallace wasn’t crying any tears at all. After all, one could still cry without tears. Couldn’t they? Was this some sort of pirate trick they didn’t know about?

Sera ground their teeth, rubbing their still sore cheek. Suddenly, they realized something: despite their better judgement, they had to find out.

They spread their slightly wrinkled wings and began to flutter, then flap, then buzz. Soon, they were hovering down to the cell’s floor, craning their neck as they began to circle the cot. Wallace hadn’t noticed her presence - his face was still too far in his bandana to notice much.

As Sera got closer, they could feel the humid breath of Wallace’s sobs wash over them like warm ocean waves. They ducked down, both trying not to get caught up in the warm wind and taking a peek underneath Wallace’s hairy arm.

Suddenly, with a sniffle of his great nose, Wallace moved his head, his eyes coming up over his folded elbows. His hair was matted against his cheeks, a single strand being blown up by the pirate’s hot breath.

And, running from his swollen eyes to his quivering chin, were thick streams of hot tears, which made a spotless path against his dirty skin.

Wallace quickly squeezed the remaining tears out of his eyes, wiped his eyes with his bandana. Sera crouched, frozen to the spot.

“Aye - wha’s th’ point?”

Wallace blew his nose, sniveling.

“I can’d catch a fairy. The cap’n’s right. All I can catch are these blasted colds.”

He hiccuped.

“H-He’s gonna k-kill be…I jus’ had t’ do one thing… ‘n I c-can’d even…”

He laid his chin on his arms, new tears filling his eyes.

“Can’d even…heh…”

Wallace’s nose suddenly wrinkled, his nostrils twitching. Sera fluttered their wings. They knew where this was going, and they didn’t want to stick around. But when they tried to fly away, they realized that the moisture in Wallace’s breath had settled on their wings, rendering them useless.

“H-heh…HEH-!”

Sera flapped her wings desperately, but it was no use. She was getting nowhere fast. All she could do was brace herself against the leg of the bed frame.

“HYAAASH’SHIIIIIIIEW!”

Warren sneezed yet again, almost sending Sera tumbling through the spray. If they weren’t damp before, they certainly were now. They were dripping wet, almost plastered against the cell’s cold stone floor.

“Ungh…snf…’scuse be,” Wallace murmured, scrubbing his nose with a finger.

The pirate’s nose only turned a darker and darker shade of red, going from a tickled pink to a swollen maroon in a few swipes of his knuckle. Sera was almost amazed at how something so large could be so very sensitive.

They reached their hand out, almost as if they were trying to calm a wild horse.

“Wh-what are ya - snf!”

Before they could stop herself, Sera laid a small hand on the very tip of Wallace’s nose. With the other, they opened a pocket at their side and pulled out a small vial.

If Wallace kept sneezing, they would never get anywhere. Hopefully, this would do the trick.

Sera opened the vial and spread the contents on both of their hands before beginning to spread a thin layer over the nose. Wallace’s nostrils quivered and flared at the herbal scent - but, after a few minutes of rubbing, the salve calmed the pirate’s sinuses.

“Mmm…th’s nice…” Wallace mumbled, his eyes slowly starting to close.

It wasn’t long before Wallace’s sniffles were replaced by rumbling snores. Sera put the vial back in their pocket and buzzed their newly dried wings.

The fairy looped around the bed frame and flew back up to the barred window, still a bit heavy from being drenched with pirate’s spray.

They smiled, still rubbing their sore jaw.

I wonder what else makes a pirate sneeze?they wondered as they flew between the bars. Luckily, they had the perfect pirate captain to help find out.

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Whisp ghoul Angst drabble

Song drabble because it's been stuck in my head for the past few days A very emotional whisp who just can't get her emotions out, until she goes to the practice room and finally lets go through the one thing she can. Music.

Thank you to plasma and eli for giving me the umph to actually write this LMAO

" I'm NOT. afraid. " Whisp snarled, clenching her fists at her sides whilst squaring off with dewdrop, who leaned against her doorframe. " Whisp, you haven't left your room in two days, we can smell your fear, and you just won't fucking talk to us, so you're either afraid of us judging you, or you're just too scared to talk. " He narrowed his eyes, tail twitching in agitation as whisp took a step forward, slamming her hand against the door frame, the wood groaned from the force as smoke billowed from between her massive fangs. " Get out. " Whisp hissed in his face, tears bubbling in her eyes " Whisp- " "I SAID GET OUT! JUST GET OUT! LEAVE!" Dew took a step forward, only for whisp to lash out and punch him directly in the nose, sending him reeling backwards with shock written on his face. "Go." She growled pathetically, tears streaming down her face as she promptly slammed the door in his face. She pressed her back against the door, sliding down into a ball on the floor as her tail curled around her thigh, providing little to no comfort as she screamed into her hands, claws digging into her scalp. She couldn't figure out what she was so afraid of, and now dew was certainly onto it, He thinks you're weak. you ARE weak. Whisp shoved her face into her knees, squeezing her body into a tighter ball as the sobs wracked her frame, sending her into a fit of full body shakes and pathetic whimpers. What was she afraid of? Herself at this point. She'd just punched one of her packmates, infact her knuckles still stung where she'd made contact with the bones in his face. It seemed like she couldn't hold herself together, no matter how many times she tried to stop and think like aether and mountain told her to, it just didn't seem to click. She always moved before she could think. They had to be frustrated with her right? all her excuses? The tears had long stopped now and she was left with a feeling of emptiness, a void filled with the crackles of her internal flame dwindling. She stood on shaking legs, claws scrabbling against the floor as her paws fumbled, a hand shot out to grip the wall, keeping her steady as she walked into the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror. Dew was right, it was obvious she hadn't left her room in days, the bags under her eyes proved she wasn't sleeping, and the way her shirt hung off her proved she hadn't been eating, tearstained cheeks that seemed to sting from just how much she'd cried in the past two days, her head pounded and she gripped the sink, dropping her head as she grit her teeth. she was PATHETIC. absolutely pathetic. When she raised her head again her fist came into contact with the glass of the mirror, over, and over, and over until the glass shattered, exploding into the room while her knuckles split, glass sticking into her rough hide whilst she let out another heart-wrenching scream, it just felt right, it felt nice to scream, even if it only helped for a few seconds. Her chest heaved as she pulled her hand back from the now completely shattered mirror, she'd clean it up later.. or would she? Whisp sat on the edge of the tub, picking out shards of glass in her hand as blood cascaded down her arm, pooling onto the floor and all over her thigh, she was sure the others could smell it, as she felt their distress spike, A soft trill left her, a cry for help that only she heard. After a good 30 minutes of waiting out the storm outside her room, whisp stood up with her now wrapped up hand, exiting the bathroom back into her bedroom, which was wrecked entirely from her fits of rage, where she threw just about anything she could, Her eyes landed on the blue grey guitar sitting on the stand in the corner of her room, Satanas, she completely forgot about the damn thing. Her legs moved before she could process, and now she stood infront of the instrument, perfectly polished and clean like always, the strings glinting off the small amount of light that trickled in from her blinds.

Maybe. just maybe.. she could sneak into the practice room. She decided, what was the worst thing that could happen, the pack had to be holed up somewhere trying to comfort eachother from her obvious strain on their bond. After throwing on one of dew's jackets he'd lent her after she'd lost almost all of hers on the tour busses and hotels, and a pair of jeans, she hooked the guitar strap over her shoulder, the sun had just dipped over the back of the ministry, casting the yard in a gold glow with hints of softer cool colors. Normally she'd have went off to go get rain so they could sit on the dock and wait for the fireflies to come out, She felt a pang of guilt, only for a moment before she rolled her shoulders, hands coming up to support the guitar on her body as she strode through the ghoul wing, heading to the practice room. This has to work. it has to. Once entering, whisp shut the door, propping one of the chairs up under the doorknob, she knew as soon as her pack saw her room empty, they'd frantically track her scent here, and she didn't want to explain, not one bit. She got comfortable on the carpeted stage, plugging up the aux cord into the side of her guitar whilst holding a pick between her teeth while her other hand set up a mic stand, Being a multighoul had it's perks, well, even if she was just a normal fire ghoul, she had many talents. A soft halfhearted snort exited her nose as she propped a foot up on the speaker infront of her, which quietly hummed before she begun to tune up her guitar, ears flicking as she processed the sounds. hums built in her throat as she chose a song, eyes down cast, here's to hoping she doesn't get in trouble for being loud..again. She set her phone up elsewhere, plugging it up aswell so the audio she chose could play along, to keep her in time since she couldn't drum AND play guitar at the same time. After a few deep breaths to steel her nerves, her claws tapped against the screen as she fumbled the play button. [if you'd like to listen along, start the song now!] " I'm not afraid, of the war you've come to wage against my sins. " " I'm not okay, but I can try my best to Just Pretend. " Her voice started off quiet, hand gripping her mic stand like she would simply fade away with the soft hum of the AC in the room. Her voice felt rough, from all the screaming she'd done, but, it didn't matter, nobody was here except for her. " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? " " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? " as the music paused she took another deep breath, in through her nose and out of her mouth, hands poised on her strings. " I can wait for you at the bottom, I can stay away if you want me to. " Right as the chorus begun her voice grew louder as the tears returned to her now squeezed shut eyes, fingers flying over the metal strings of her guitar which thrummed pleasantly in her ears from the speaker beneath her foot, " I can wait for years if I gotta, Heaven knows I ain't getting over you. " Another deep breath interrupted by a hiccupping sob that rose out before she could contain it and cage it deep in her chest one hand rose up during the silence, using her sleeve to wipe away the tears clouding her eyes, this would work. it had to. IT HAS TO. " I know the pain, that you hide behind the smile on your face." " And not a day goes by where I don't think I feel the same. " Her voice grew stronger, this time though.. " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? " " So will you wait me out? Or will you drown me out? "

Whisp gripped her guitar and finally released the tension in her body, letting her voice rip out in a loud emotion filled scream, the tears now ran freely, soaking her face and dripping down onto the metal of her guitar that was held with shaking, talented hands. " I can wait for you at the bottom, I can stay away if you want me to! " " I can wait for years if I gotta, Heaven knows I ain't getting over you! " " We'll try again, When we're not so different.. " " We will make amends, " " Til then I'll just Pretend. " Whisp's voice grew shallow and broke into pieces, becoming hoarse once again " Weigh down on me, Stay til' morning.. " " Way down, Would you say I'm worthy..? " " Weigh down on me, Stay til' morning.. " " Way down, Would you say I'm worthy..? " As the room went silent whisp fell to her knees, just barely shielding her guitar from hitting the floor as she braced herself on her hands, now she was sobbing, she was finally able to really cry. Tears soaked her face, her neck, her shirt, and the carpet beneath her head, one hand coming up to grip the collar of her shirt tight while the raspy cries of finally released emotion filled the room. it worked.

[ may add a ghoul comfort onto this at a later date, but, I think i'll go ahead and post this now! ]