#but instead of Y/N its just gonna be self indulgent

[starrspice]

Once again I'm being held captive by the ever lovely @robinette-green and her fic

Two Hunters and a Bloodsucker

Thank you Robin, for dragging me back into my vampire obsession kicking and screaming

I binge read the whole thing on friday and I've been daydreaming of it ever since

I literally dreamed about it (which is where Eclipse and the OC came from) and I just HAD to draw them out

Please give it a read, it's so very cute!!!

Now excuse me while I continue daydreaming about this au

[fleursbending]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. | Sully Family

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : "You taught me that love doesn't make us weak, it makes us stronger." Sully! Reader to Sully! Parents? Just a fluffy family fic please

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : sully!family x sully!daughter

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : becoming one with the metkayina's has not been an easy task. as everyone continues to settle in their own ways, your family begins to grow more worried about your well-being. this isn't the sully they know. you're withdrawn, and quiet. what better way to fix that than to seek you out when you least expect it?

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : hi if you're confused so am i! there were issues when i first posted this so i am reposting it again. thank you for the love on the previous one though! // trust me this is fluffy 😭 just have to go through a lil angst to get to that part <33 this is purely a self-indulgent hurt/comfort fic! didn't fully proofread this btw! pls feel free to reblog and leave your thoughts in the comments.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : bullying, discrimination, angst but fluff at the end, descriptions of loneliness, hurt/comfort, you're gonna wish even more that u were a sully after reading this.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.2k words

𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 : hiiiiii my luvs you can read part 2: here !🙏🏼

The ocean was not your friend, you could only look at the endless channel of water in disdain. This was far too daunting for you, you liked the little rivers or ponds back at home. The sealife while beautiful, petrified you.

You missed the lush greens and the smell of the dew from the occasional rain back in the jungle. It was easy to forget your responsibilities, not that you had as many as your other siblings. Being the second youngest Sully had its perks. Not older than Lo'ak, and not younger than Tuk.

The "expeditions" you went on now made you look like a fool. You didn't know the terrain here, how to navigate fluidly through the water like Tsireya, Ao'nung, or Roxto.

Each passing day your siblings got better at managing to hold their breath, and riding their Ilu's. But you were still stuck in the past.

It felt reality kept kicking you in the face. Your stubborn self was annoyed as well. Holding a grudge against your family. It seemed like no one missed home. You understood why your parents made the decision they did, but it didn't make the act of doing so hurt any less.

At least you had these quiet moments before your thoughts ran rampant to practice your breathing.

You were suddenly interrupted from your twisting thoughts when a nudge was directed at your head.

It was Ao'nung and his crew.

"Leave me alone." You hissed at them, not wanting to deal with their bullshit today.

"Leave me alone." Ao'nung mocked you as he tugged on your tail.

You quickly stood up, looking to see if any of your family were close by. They weren't. You were supposed to be back in the Mauri but once again, you lost track of time.

"No one is here to help you, Y/n."

They grabbed your hand, poking insults at you and your family. You knew better than to talk back, especially if no one was here to help you out. It was 4 against 1. So instead you bit your lip and kept your mouth shut.

"Roxto, are you there?" His mother called from around the corner, startling the goonies.

"You're in luck, scram!" Ao'nung hissed at you.

Eyes widening, you stumbled as you rushed back to your Mauri. You didn't dare look back at your tormentors.

Once you were a few steps away, you slowed your pace. Catching your breath, before making your way inside.

The worried chatter of your family halted when you made your presence.

Neytiri stopped pacing, moving over to you and grabbing your face in her hands.

"Ewya help me before I lose it. Where have you been? You're 15 minutes late! I was about to send your brothers out to look for you."

Had it really been that long?

"I'm sorry." You looked down in shame. It's weird being on the brunt end of the stick. Even your parents have grown more accustomed to having to tell you off rather than Lo'ak. It was definitely odd.

"You didn't answer your mother's question, where have you been?" Jake didn't like being stern with you, but you being late to dinner had been happening more regularly.

You used to be a stickler for these dinners, being the one to push for them. How everyone had to be in attendance, and on time. It was family bonding time, moments to catch up on what everyone had done that day.

"Just around, I was with my Ilu - I'm sorry." You looked down to the Mauri's floor, unable to meet your father's eyes. It was hard lying to him.

Neteyams eyebrows arched in confusion, he had just been with his Ilu. You were nowhere in sight. He decided to let it slide this time, but he couldn't help but wonder where you snuck off too.

"Alright well, you really got to keep track of time yeah. You used to love these dinners!"

"Yes, and I still do!" You answered too quickly, not missing a beat.

If Jake wasn't suspicious before, he certainly was now. But like Neteyam, he decided to let it slide. Your brothers had told him and Neytiri how you've been struggling to catch up and learn everything in the lessons.

That was partially it, but if only he was aware of the bigger picture.

Jake nodded, looking to Neytiri. She also held a look of concern, but Jake made a silent signal that basically stated:

"We shouldn't push it, not now."

"Well, let's eat before the food gets even colder." Neytiri ushered her kids over, keeping a close eye on you.

Your family gathers around the food that was already set, and start eating. As all your siblings chatted excitedly about the activities they've done throughout the day. You didn't say a thing, not even piping in.

Neytiri and Jake once again met gazes, thinking the same thing.

Something's wrong with our daughter.

Soon dinner was over and it was time to rest, as your family rested together you couldn't help yourself as you removed Tuk's arm that clung to your shoulder.

Maneuvering your way outside, you jumped into the water. Why sleep when you can practice again?

Before Eclipse ended you made sure to squeeze the excess water out of your hair and made yourself comfortable alongside your family. Your body ached and could no longer fight off your sleep deprivation. But it was worth it, you could hold your breath a lot longer now under water.

From then on, it gradually got worse. Even your siblings would struggle to find you throughout the day. You'd take longer naps through the day, and Lo'ak knew you were sneaking out at night. Your essence seemed to further rid itself from you, and all that was left was a hollow shell of yourself.

They too, shared similar thoughts with their parents. No longer could they see you dwindle away. It didn't sit right with them, you're a Sully through and through. Sully's stick together.

So they did what they know best and was most accessible to them, track.

Instead this time they weren't on a hunt, or looking for what was to be a good meal for their clan. They were following the steps of their baby sister.

If you stepped out of your brain for a moment, you would have immediately clocked them. But once again, Y/n was shut in her own bubble.

"Bro, don't you find it weird that she hasn't realised we are here?" Lo'ak whispered as he looked at you behind the leaves keeping them hidden.

"Shut up, Lo'ak" Neteyam grumbled. He didn't want to agree even if his words held some truth.

"Hey, I have to agree with him. We shouldn't have been able to get this far. She's usually far too hyperaware of her surroundings." Kiri observed you, stunned and clueless.

They'd never been to this part of Awa'atlu before. They'd been so fixated on the ocean. They had yet to really explore the area that surrounded their new home. It oddly felt like they were waltzing through their past.

At last, you came upon your tree. You liked it because it had a specific branch that you could curve into. Blend in, and be one with your surroundings. Like you had used to do before in the jungle. This was now your next best option.

Your siblings looked in confusion at one another, not understanding how this could be the reason you've been periodically gone. Did you spend all your time here?

But then it came.

It was barely there, and you were struggling to catch your breath. The cries.

It strikes through the serene sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, and the nearby insects chirping.

Your sibling's ears flattened as they looked at each other in sheer worry. You were a spitfire, but you had always been calm and collected. The physical embodiment of the word warm. Happiness was always with you. So where did it all go wrong?

"Great mother, I fear that I am not good enough. I thought consistency was key, I've been trying to practice anytime I can. But I'm so tired. I've never felt this weak and useless?" You mumbled to yourself, looking up into the sky.

Groaning in frustration, you continued. "Maybe Ao'nung was right. I will never be one of the people. I will always be too alien. I will never be able to live up to my family."

Lo'ak enraged by the doubts you had voiced stepped out from their cover.

Your ears tuned into the noise, you finally tuned into your senses and became more alert. As you hopped off the branch, hastily wiping your tears.

"Brother." You choked out, lips trembling.

He took slow steps towards you, trying to soothe you as he brought you into a hug.

"Baby sister," he said so quietly, solemnly.

You couldn't remember the last time he hugged you, and neither he could he. It wore his heart down, seeing you in such a vulnerable state.

Soon the presence of more arms wrapped around you both, clinging onto you - securing you in their grasps. For the first time in a long time, tenderness surged through you.

"We've got you, Y/n. You're going to be alright. Let it all out now." Neteyam who was at your right side gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead, muttering to himself - "Oh my baby sister."

Kiri had never felt such pain from you, it came off in waves. And it almost debilitated her. In that moment, it was the most protective she had felt for you. It synced through all of them, a fire had awaken in the pit of their souls - so fierce that even Toruk Makto would flinch from it.

Slowly your breaths began to ease, and your tense shoulders slumped down. It was emotionally taxing having had all these emotions balled up inside you. Now it was unraveling, and it felt all too bittersweet.

Your siblings sensing this, mellowed out on their group hug they were giving you. Moving over, you all settled down against the tree you've been confiding in moments before.

Tuk grabbed your hand while Kiri tucked your intricate braids behind your ears. You mouthed a "thank you", leaning your head on her shoulder.

All it took was Neteyam to ask a very simple question, "What's been going on, baby sister?"

And once your mouth opened, you decided - why not just let them in on everything? So you did.

You told them about how ashamed and humiliated you had felt when you started lagging behind. How Ao'nung and his friends would tease you whenever they had the chance to do. (It was always away from prying eyes). Due to that, it only made the feelings of hatred you harbored for yourself - increase a tenth-fold.

A deliberately belligerent cycle was born. Self-doubt equated to "I will push myself to the brink of exhaustion". You'd seek out your family thinking they'd have noticed. But they were too caught up in their own commitments to realise your intentions.

All you wanted was for any of them to see the hard work you had been pouring in to adapting here. But how could they when you always lingered on the outskirts?

Late to dinner, late to the lessons, never seen. They couldn't appreciate what was in front of them because they hadn't witnessed it themselves. How utterly ironic.

"I see why you didn't, but I wish you had told us, Y/n. We could have helped you." Kiri insisted as she patted your head.

"I know." You grumbled, but you were grateful for how attentive they are to you.

"Ao'nung will pay." Lo'ak seethed, completely shifting the topic of conversation.

Neteyam rolled his eyes and interjected. "He will, but not in the way you are seeing it in your mind right now. We have to go to dad and mum about this."

Your irritated eyes widened, leaping up from where your back had laid against the tree. Y/n scowled at Neteyam, her tail flicking in anguish. No, not her parents.

"Absolutely not, 'Teyam. They mustn't know anything of this." You countered him, disbelief flooding your features. Your parents would only perceive you as a failure, and that was the last thing you could stomach right now.

Neteyam stood up by you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He shook his head at you and gave you one of his brotherly grins.

"Baby sister, they are just as worried as we are." He looked behind you, and urged you to turn around.

Oh great mother, that could only mean one thing.

Ember crashed on ember, one filled with panic, and two filled with distraught. The tension was taut, but all your parents wanted to do was cradle you in their arms like they had in your first few months of life.

"Kids, back to the Mauri." Jake ordered them, pointing back to where it was.

"But dad-" Lo'ak butted in, worriedly looking at you.

"It's okay. Thank you, Lo'ak." You coaxed him to join your siblings who were also hesitating a little.

They disappeared amongst nature, and their footsteps grew fainter and fainter. Until all that was left was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It felt oddly comforting being in their company even though doubt was eating you up from the inside.

It's been a while.

Neytiri was the first to approach you, her hands shook as she cradled your face. She took you in for the first time in weeks, and this time she was able to do it properly. Lately, she'd only been able to admire you whilst you sleep, or during meals.

In the morning you'd be gone in a blink of an eye. Throwing a haphazard, "I'll see you later", over your shoulder.

She missed you profoundly, so much that it physically pained her sometimes. Neytiri treasured you deeply, to put it bluntly - her heart felt like it'd been slashed by a Thanotor ever since you started pushing yourself away.

Jake followed in his mate's footsteps. His eye's tearing into your soul and trying to catch if there had been any distinct changes that have occurred to you.

"You don't look like yourself." Jake stumbled on his words.

Neytiri hissed, smacking your dad on the back of his head. A slight giggle escaped you that made both of their hearts sing. "Ma jake."

"Sorry." He mumbled, giving you a cheeky grin.

Y/n's doubts were already melting away before she herself could even acknowledge it. She grabbed both her parent's hands, leading them over to her tree not too far away from where they had been standing.

Mimicking how she and her siblings were just before. She settled against the tree again, bringing her parents down with her.

The trio admired their surroundings, taking in the wonders of Pandora. Especially Jake, and Neytiri. This is the closest they've felt to something akin to the jungle they'd once inhabited.

"I'm sure you heard everything, and it is true. I am sorry if I've disappointed you guys. I thought I could manage it all on my own."

Neytiri played with your hair and could only chastise your words. "You did not disappoint us, if anything - you infuriated us. We were just worried about you, our dear daughter."

Jake nodded in agreement. "We love you, and we want to be there for you. We will if you allow us. That's what we are here for. You don't need to fight these battles alone. Remember what I told you, baby girl?"

You rolled your eyes and pushed your dad away from you jokingly.

"It's us against the world." You mumbled.

Jake teasingly put a hand to his ear. "I'm sorry? What was that? I couldn't hear you."

Neytiri let out a soft laugh at you two's antics, watching with endearment sparkling in her eyes.

Clearing your throat, you reiterated your words. "It's us against the world."

Jake did extravagant hand motions, "More enthusiasm please!"

You were beaming, yelling out, "It's us against the world!"

"That's right baby, it is." Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulders bringing you to his side. Neytiri instinctively leaned against you both.

Y/n couldn't help but admire her parents. They were her foundation, her protectors. She couldn't believe that she used to be ashamed of being a Sully. It was her legacy, one she is only beginning to pave. She wasn't about to let Na'vi who didn't truly know her, dictate her life any longer.

"You taught me that love doesn't make us weak, it makes us stronger." You started, staring at your parents.

"I just - I couldn't catch up. There are so many other bigger things to worry about, and I thought.. I don't know. That I'd overcome this. I tried to love the ocean and the people. But I miss home. I miss everything that was green, now it's just all blue! That's actually why I like this place so much." You rambled, arms waving erratically. It felt gratifying to get it off your chest, especially to the two people you have wanted to tell from the get-go.

Your parents nodded, taking all your words in. But they were still conflicted. Their daughter had a competitive nature like no other, every time the world pushed her down - she always got back up. If you were lagging behind so much, you would have just pushed yourself more. Work extra hard, and seek help from your family.

But you haven't done any of that this time. All the means necessary she could have used as a stepping stone were left out of this equation. Instead, you had suffered in silence.

"You know, Y/n. It's not your fault for feeling like you don't belong. But you are one of us. You are Sully, you are the embodiment of strong heart. It does not matter what others say to you when no one else is there. It does not matter that you have 5 fingers." Neytiri protested, sighing.

She made sure you were looking at her, hearing her.

"What matters is how you control how it affects you. You are still growing, baby. This is a lesson you will remember for a lifetime and the next." Neytiri advised you, squeezing your hand.

"Your mother is right. At the end of the day, the power is in your hands. So use it, sweetheart. Follow your heart, and let us know next time if it gets a little too much. Alright?" Jake expanded on what Neytiri had told you.

You looked down at their hands holding yours. Yeah, Sully's really do stick together. And you wouldn't trade that for anything else in this world and all the other's orbiting you.

"Alright." Y/n restated, tugging both of her parents up with her. They stared at their child with confusion.

"Let's go back home." This time what you threw over your shoulder to them was a sweet smile, dimples and all.

Neytiri and Jake spoke with only their eyes as they let Y/n guide them back to their Mauri.

Our daughter is going to be just fine.

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Y/n's laughter could be heard inside the Mauri as she played in the water with Tuk just in front of their home.

Jake turned to Lo'ak and Neteyam who were doing some chores.

He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'll turn a blind eye if you decide to give Ao'nung a beating or two. Just for today." Jake mentioned, before going back to cleaning his gun.

Lo'ak had a devious grin, rubbing his knuckles together, "Yes Sir."

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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[blegh-110]

I get the worst cramps, and I think if Y/n got horrible cramps too, Flightless!Tan would be the BEST at taking care of her

not me on my period right now and having cramps as well :((( this will be totally self-indulgent btw

so reader knows when she gonna get her period in a number of ways. one, when she starts breaking out. and she is totally freaking out because she is getting that anxious feeling in her stomach from when her parents would notice this break out and comment on it not very nicely. shes afraid that tangerine will see the red spots and pimples on her face and not think of her as his "pretty girl" anymore :((( and because of this, she starts hiding away from him and trying to stay away from him until it starts to go away. so that means longer showers, sleeping in and staying in bed longer, resisting sitting in his lap and receiving cheek kisses. which does not end up going well because shes soon missing his touch.

second, when her boobs start getting sore and achy :((( she just lounges around the house in pain and all pouty, knowing whats coming in a day or two.

three, when she starts craving a bunch of food and eating whatever. and she always feels like crap after.

at first, tangerine just thinks shes gone a little back into her shell and his simply trying to distance herself because she feels like it. but one morning when he tries getting her out of bed after letting her sleep in for a little too long, he gently tries pulling the blanket of her body but stop when she starts whining and eyes start filling with tears.

"cmon, we dont wanna waste the day again, do we?" tangerine tries pulling at the blanket again but fully stops and drops his hands when she starts crying and tugging at the comforter like its her lifeline. at this, tangerine sits on her bed with a concerned look on his face.

"you have to tell me whats wrong. v' let you sleep in for more than two hours now. are you feeling sick?" tangerine tilts his head to the side to get a better look at her, gently wiping away her tears. he feels relieved when you shake your head.

"then what is it? just tell me and ill do everything i can to fix it."

at his words and calm, low voice. she leans herself into him, hiding her face in his neck to spare her the embarrassment she feels. she closes her eyes when she feels his arms wrap around her, itd been a few days since she felt it.

"got m'period." she whispers so quietly it takes tangerine a second to figure out what she says, it doesn't help that her face is shoved into the crook of his neck.

"well thats okay." he says, but is actually panicking because he hasnt gotten any feminine products for her. he mentally kicks himself for not thinking of this.

"got your sheets all dirty and gross."

"well we do have this thing called a washer and dryer, my love. it kind of cleans what needs to be cleaned," tangerine teases while rubbing comforting circles on her back, "your sheets will be just fine."

after a while, he is finally able to pull you out of bed.

"now, you go do your little morning routine, and im gonna head to the store and get you some stuff, got it?" you nod your head as he walks you to the bathroom, knowing that the first thing you like to do when you get out of bed is brush your teeth.

"okay, now is there a specific brand you prefer?"

you tell him quietly, feeling awkward because you had never had to tell someone this before. but a part of you is relieved that tangerine is not disgusted with you, but instead determined to get through this with you.

"alright, anything else you would like?"

"id like some chocolate, if its okay with you." you stare down at your feet, finding your painted toes very interesting all of a sudden.

"that more than okay with me, what else?"

tangerine writes down all the others stuff you want, and with that, he is out the door and in his car. ready to take away your pain and discomfort.

[moonsreid2]

Doctor Who-Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer realises that he didn't actually know the girl who sat in front of him every day as much as he thought.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!reader (no use of y/n)

warnings: none! just fluff, reader is a doctor who fan because I'm self-indulgent as fuck

lmk if you enjoyed :)

She sat there, like usual. Nothing different about her should have made Spencer act this way. Except for the mug she was holding, the contents held the same coffee she always made but that wasn't the reason why Spencer stopped in his tracks.

The mug was of a special blue police box, that he would have recognised a mile away, the main feature of his favourite show. It was a mug of the Tardis. Her smile sipped on the mug, drinking away like normal, but he couldn't move. He was quite literally, starstruck.

"You okay, Pretty Boy?" He didn't have to turn to know who had just spoken to him.

But he turned anyway, locking eyes with Derek instantly, "The mug, Morgan, look at the mug." He whispered.

"What's the prob-"

He was cut off before he could finish the word, "The mug is the Tardis, She likes Doctor Who? Has she ever spoken to you about Doctor Who? How didn't I know she liked the show? Why has she never told me? What Doctor do you think is her favourite? Derek why arent you stressing out about this?"

"Because, Loverboy, it's a mug." His eyebrows raised as if it was no big deal at all, but Spencer thought he was crazy. How can no one care about this? Doctor Who is one of the best shows created and no one is freaking out that the girl he has been, not so, secretly crushing on for the past two years is drinking out of a mug that's about the show.

"Thanks, Morgan, you're great help" He scoffed.

"Would either of you explain to me why you're both staring at that poor girl?" Emily magically appeared in between Derek and Spencer placing her hands on their shoulders.

"Reids freaking out because his lady is drinking out of a mug from a weird nerd show he likes" Morgan takes this opportunity to smirk while taking a sip out of his own mug. Which ended up being a terrible idea, because Emily decided this was a great time to smack Morgan over the head.

"Stop bullying the poor guy, Doctor Who is a great show" Emily defended, which Spencer was greatly appreciative of. However, she turned to him and said, "But, just go talk to her instead of staring at her, you're gonna freak her out, you moron" She pushed him towards her, which he wasn't greatly appreciative of this time.

"Hi!" Spencer smiled at her, sitting lightly on the corner of her desk.

"Hi, are you okay?" She smiled.

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I just noticed your mug, do- do you like Doctor Who?"

"What? Oh! Yeah, i love it! Have I not told you that before?" Her smile faded slightly, realising that she never told him such an important part of her life.

"No, you, ehm haven't" He giggled slightly, and she took this opportunity to walk over to refill her coffee, which Spencer immediately followed "Did you know the regenerations were an accident?"

"Really?"

"Yeah! A faulty mixing desk made the appearance of William Hartnell overexposed to the point where it was almost white which ended right after Patrick Troughton could be put in his place!"

"It was really an accident? I would have thought they made it on purpose its such an iconic part!" She encouraged, pouring the pot into her now famous mug. "Got any more facts for me, Doctor?"

"Ehm- Sure yeah!" He nodded his head before saying "David Tennant who played the 10th doctor, had a daughter in the episode "The Doctors Daughter" who was played by Georgia Tennant, who he ended up marrying and she's also the daughter of Peter Davidson, the fifth doctor!"

"You really do know everything don't you?" She smiled at him, and Spencer thought his heart had stopped right then.

"Not really, its certianly impossible for a human to know everything but I take pride in knowing I know approximately 78% more facts than the average human." He rolled his lips inwards, into a smile, making her blush which therefore made Spencer blush even more.

"Would you want to come over one time?" She blurted, Spencer taking a back, "I- I mean to watch it with me sometime, you know and we could get to know each other better? Maybe?"

"Really? Like as a date?" Spencer immediatly regretted the words that came out of his mouth, it was obviously not 'like a date' how could he just be so stup-

"Yes Spencer," She smiled at him, "as a date"

"Y-Yeah! That would be great!"

"I'll organise a date and a time then," She says smiling as she walks away.

Spencer stood there starstruck for the second time that day and was approached by Derek and Emily again.

"You alright, kid? You look a bit shaken up" Derek smacked his back.

"My first date ever is watching Doctor who." He stated, smiling like a schoolboy, walking away still smiling.

Emily's hand immediately rose in front of Derek's chest, folding her fingers inwards several times back and forth. "Cmon, owe up"

He immediately opened his wallet and placed 50 dollars into her palm "You suck, Prentiss, you know that right." Almost shouting now as she walks away.

"Yeah but you swallow" Blowing a kiss to him, making the rest of the BAU team giggle, but the two will never know their friends betted on their relationship and they will never know why Rossi, Emily and Penelope are all 50 dollars richer.

[writer-in-theory]

black box labels — steve harrington

summary: when something you have been trying desperately to hide from steve comes into light, you fear the worst, not knowing how wonderful steve could be. pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader category: hurt/comfort content warnings: language, heavy discussions of eating disorder recovery word count: 2.1k a/n: this is purely a self-indulgent fic because i just started thinking about how good steve would be in this kind of situation. also i couldn't resist the lil play on words there in the title with my area of study, so there we go. as always, a huge thank you to @lcvingprentjss for beta-ing and for writing the summary. i hope y'all enjoy <3

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It wasn’t obvious, at first, but the moment Steve put it together he wondered how he’d never seen it before. 

He thinks this should have been a more significant moment, the day he realizes that you were suffering from something much more severe than what a tiny town like Hawkins was equipped to deal with. He might’ve pictured you sitting him down one night after he snuck through your window (even when your parents kept telling him to just come through the front door). You would have sat him on your bed and held both of his hands, teary-eyed as you admitted it. Then Steve could have hugged you immediately and reassured you even when he had no idea what to say in that situation.

Instead, Steve found out because of a stupid question.

“Babe, I’m grabbing a snack. Do you want anything?” Steve asked as he stood from where the two of you were wrapped up in each other on the couch. You considered the question, searching his eyes for a moment before shaking your head.

“No, I’m okay. I’m gonna change though, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you told him, pulling yourself from the couch and taking the steps two at a time to get to your bedroom. It wouldn’t have bothered him, it didn’t bother him at the time, but eventually, that near-sprint out of the room would replay in a loop in Steve’s head.

“Y/N’s not really a snacking person,” your sibling called out from where they were working on homework at the kitchen island.

“Doesn’t seem like any of you are,” Steve pointed out, already knowing the pantry would be minimally stocked with snack foods like usual. It was never a problem though, for all he knew Steve was just used to being able to pick out his own groceries since he was twelve. He barely had to look before he was grabbing a box of Cheez-Its and turning to lean against the kitchen counter.

“Oh, no I just keep my snacks in my room.”

“What?” Steve nearly choked on the tiny handful of crackers he’d tossed in his mouth, eyeing your sibling with a strange look. He’d been dating you for several months now, so he knew your family and had been around to babysit your kid sibling the same way he’d babysit all the other kiddos in town, it seemed. He could normally feel comfortable enough to crack a joke with them, but this? This was weird. “What, scared of someone taking it?”

“No, dumbass, it’s because of Y/N’s, you know, eating thing,” your sibling answered coolly, as if that answered everything Steve could ever possibly need to know about the situation. Except, it really didn’t because what the hell did that mean? “I’m trying not to stress them out too much.”

“What eating thing?”

Steve witnessed the moment your sibling realized they messed up, or it was more so a look of pity that he was having to find out this way, from someone who wasn’t you. “Shit, I thought you knew.” In any other circumstance, he might’ve scolded them for cursing but instead, all Steve could do was stare at them with blank horror, hands fumbling as he fought to smack the Cheez-It box behind him on the counter. “Y/N has an eating disorder. Or they did. Still do. They’re doing better but, it’s...it’s still hard, you know?”

Eating disorder. 

It was the one-time Steve was glad he’d paid attention in health class last year. Mr. Turner had talked about eating disorders once, talked about how some people didn’t see their bodies as they were. All the words from that lesson flashed through Steve’s brain at once, all the possible diagnoses and the signs, what to do if you thought someone you knew was doing that. 

And shit, it all made sense, didn’t it?

The signs were plastered everywhere for him to read, even on that box he’d been holding moments before. Steve picked it up then, allowing his fingers to run over the dark black rectangle of permanent marker where he knew the nutrition facts rested. Steve knew the other boxes and bags in the pantry were like that too. He’d always assumed your family just didn’t care about what was in the food, but he never once considered, not this.

And fuck, has he ever actually seen you eat? Any time he suggests a dinner date, you’re making a new suggestion for a movie night or a day at the park. You’re always working on homework in the cafeteria, a lunchbox in front of you but now that Steve thinks about it he doesn’t think you’ve ever actually opened it in front of him. 

“I—how long has this, I mean how long have they...?” Steve managed to get out around the knot tying itself in his throat. He hated to think of you suffering all this time, right under his nose. He could have been helping you, and fuck if he knew what to do but he could’ve been there. He wouldn’t have been suggesting dinner dates or offering to get you snacks if it only upset you and made you run out of the room. He could have known.

“Y/N won’t tell us how long they, you know, but they’ve been working on it for like a year now.”

“I need to talk to them,” Steve rushed out, pushing off from the counter and practically sprinting up the stairs. His heart hadn’t raced this fast since he’d fought off a full-sized Demogorgon with nothing but a nail bat. The hallway felt ten times longer than normal and he just had to get to you, to see you and tell you how much he loved you.

When he nearly skidded past your bedroom, he noticed that your door was already open. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, arms wrapped around your middle and head tilted down.

“Did you hear...?” Steve asked gently, stepping just inside the doorway but not wanting to scare you. The tiny shrug you gave in response made Steve want to cry, made his brown eyes well up with the tears, and made his lip quiver a little as he fought to control the response. “Y/N.”

“It’s fine, Steve, I get it,” you answered, confusing him more.

“What do you mean?”

“I know this is too much,” you whispered, but the words smacked him like they had been sent through a concert-grade amplifier. “You don’t have to stay.”

Steve’s expression crumbled then, as did his resolve. He rushed over to you then, knees rubbing against the carpet as he kneeled in front of you, hands reaching out for yours and head tilting down so he could get a glimpse of your tear-stained face. “Sweetheart, please look at me, please,” he practically begged, “I miss that sweet face of yours.”

You lifted your head then, eyes still swimming with tears that fell down your cheeks but there it was, a tiny hint of the smile that could break through even the heaviest of cloud covers. 

“There you are,” he whispered like you were the very person who hung the sun in the sky. And, well, maybe you were because life was simply better with you around. Steve thought he’d loved his past partners, but no one could ever compare to how right you made him feel. “Y/N, you will never be too much for me. I just wish I knew.”

“I didn’t want to make you deal with that. Steve, it’s, it’s not fucking pretty, okay? It’s not just being hungry,” you stammered out through the wobbly tears, hands squeezing him as you fought to make him understand. “It’s pretty fucking ugly, is what it is.”

“I don’t care if it’s not pretty, Sweetheart. I love you and I want to be there for you no matter what that looks like,” Steve told you, thumbs rubbing over the skin of your hands. 

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, a bit of fire sparking in your eyes at the promise. “You really want to come over for a dinner date and watch me fucking sob into my pasta because I can’t stand the thought of eating it? You want to have to treat me like one of those middle schoolers’ you mom around, want to have to remind me every day to have something for lunch? How about being the one to grocery shop and making sure I’m not around while you scratch out all the labels because I can’t handle even seeing them anymore? I’m so much work, Steve, you don’t understand.”

“You’re right, I don’t understand what you’re going through,” he admitted, pulling one of your hands closer to him so he could press a kiss gently to it. “But I’m here for when you want to let me in. I’ll be right there through all the tears, telling you how proud I am that you went on that dinner date. And I’ll go home and get rid of every last scale in my house, and I’ll scratch out all the labels there too because I want to be there for you, no matter what that looks like. I’m not just here for your stunning face, you know, I want to see every part of you.”

You didn’t say anything for a long time, simply watching the way your hands entwined with his, eyes following his thumb trace its pattern back and forth along the back of your hand. Then, shockingly, you let out a laugh, still shaky through the residual tears but real. “That’ll take forever, Stevie. You have so many snacks.”

“And I’ll do it,” Steve promised, unable to stifle the bright smile that washed over his face at the sign of happiness in yours. It was infectious, your joy. “Every last one, Y/N. You don’t have to hide any part of yourself from me just because you think it’s something I won’t want to see, okay? Dustin really likes you; you know, I think he’d kill me himself if I ever let you go.”

“Oh, as long as you’re only in it to keep Dustin happy,” you teased, sliding off your bed onto the floor where you could wrap your arms around Steve. It was like taking that first breath after waking up, like remembering you’re alive and feeling so grateful for it. Steve never wanted to let you go, wanted to keep you wrapped up in his arms where you were safe from whatever had made all this start in the first place.

“Yeah, it’s only because of Dustin. Not because of that laugh I love so much, or your jokes that come outta nowhere. It’s not the way you just get me, or the way you always grab my sleeve when we’re walking the hallways, so you don’t lose me. And don’t even get me started about the way y—”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you laughed, reaching a hand up to cover his mouth for only a moment. “I get it, you like me a little.”

“I love you a whole bunch, Y/N,” Steve corrected, planting a kiss on your hairline.

It felt like the two of you stayed right there on your bedroom floor for hours, just wrapped up in one another. And the next morning, Steve found breakfast for himself as usual and gently slid you a little cup of fruit he’d cut up. He held your hand when you just stared at it for a while, he sat there at the dining room table far past when he’d finished his own breakfast, talking about silly anecdotes about all the babysitting he’d done recently and how Coach was on his ass at practice until, eventually, you picked up a piece of strawberry and let it slip between your lips.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N,” he told you, after each bite until eventually, it got a little easier, until the entire cup was gone, and he was beaming that brilliant smile that made your entire chest warm. 

“Thanks for staying, Steve,” you would whisper, and Steve would shake his head because it would become his new life mission to make sure that someday you’d never question your worthiness of his love.

“Always, Sweetheart, always.”

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[nomizombie]

König’s first CNY 🧧🥢🎊

boyfriend!König x afab?GN!reader

[SFW/Fluff/Wholesome] ; basically celebrating lny/cny with ur boyfriend, könig (very self indulgent haha), i guess this one is aimed towards people with female bodies? … since the reader wears a qipao, but if you wanna wear one and you have a male body thats okay too! :)), no usage of pronouns, no y/n

[A/N] ; 新年快乐 (xīn nián kuài lè) to my fellow chinese/singaporeans/anyone else celebrating!! Just got my ang paos from my extended family. Ahh I think my back is gonna break from the amount of bowing i had to do tho…

He had never seen so many people wearing red at the same time. Red floral qipaos, red bows, red shirts, and of course… red envelopes.

That morning, you handed him one too, although you arent technically aren't supposed to.

He accepted it, a puzzled look in his eyes as he opened it and expected a letter of some kind. Instead, a couple euros laid within.

“Lieb, what is this?” He asked, very very confused.

“It's an ang bao, silly.” you laughed.

He stared at it again, even more confused. Perplexed eyes roaming all over the package.

“An, ang… bao?” He struggled to pronounce it, german accent and all.

“For chinese new year.” You happily smiled at him while he clutched the bright red envelope in between his massive fingers.

“You give me… money?” He asked again, worried you thought he was in need.

“You really dont have to i have enough schatzi-“

“No, no, no! Its a tradition!” You giggled, “every CNY you give away red packets to kids and other adults!”

He blinked at you.

“So you give me money for…?”

“Just take it!” You pressed the envelope against him.

He smiled at you.

“Chinese new year is awesome.” He laughed.

Later that day, as the two of you were getting dressed to visit your relatives, he stumbled into your room looking for his watch. Thats when he found you staring at yourself in the mirror, donning a scarlet qipao.

He couldve sworn his jaw dropped.

You turned around, red, fitting since its chinese new year.

“König! Youre done already?”

He continued staring at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“You look… really good.” Is all he could manage. How was he supposed to put your beauty into words?

You stared up at him as you tugged at the sides of the floral garment nervously.

“Thanks.” You said, eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

He smiled at your bashfulness. He had seen you wear dresses a million times at this point but for some reason, a qipao was different.

Once the two of you arrived at your relatives home, he was immediately bombarded with a tsunami of aunts and uncles fawning over him. Labelling him as your “tall boy”.

While he was left in a encircling swarm of relatives pinching at his cheeks and asking him questions that were much too personal, you were free to eat as much of the feast without any ‘thats too much’ remarks. Also free to pray to the shrine in the corner without some stingy uncle saying your ‘qipao was too short’.

You would have to cuddle him for a few hours at least as an apology. His limit is 2 people for a maximum of half an hour.

When he finally broke free from the crowd of relatives, he found you curled up on the couch watching a lion dance performance on TV. He playfully slapped your shoulder, clearly feeling betrayed after you abandoned him.

“Sorry.” You cheekily grinned at him. You were full of delicious food and he was drained of all his energy. Eh, he’d live.

“Can we go home now..?” He said meekly, voice raspy from all the answering he had done. More words said in one hour than he had ever said in a year.

You rubbed his head as he dropped it into the crook of your neck.

“Sure. Just let me get one more bite of the roast duck and then-“

He stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips.

“I swear I will die here, schatz. If we dont leave now, I might go insane.” He hissed at you.

You laughed. He was always so dramatic. Either way, he would have to get used to it. You planned on bringing him to every gathering from now on.

“新年快乐, König.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, snickering.

新年快乐 = xīn nián kuài lè ("happy chinese new year")

oh god my back still hurts from all the bowing 😭😭 ang paos make the pain worth it tho :33

[clovesnz]

Just a self-indulgent little drabble. I do not write much at all so apologies for any sub-par pros/pacing/grammar/etc. CW snot

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She placed her hands on either side of her face. “Hey, look at me, you’re gonna be alright, I’m here to take care of you, and I don’t mind the mess”

Y gave a small nod, but her face was already preoccupied with the sneeze twisting its way into her features. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue poked out just a little in concentration. Her nostrils flared, then twitched, then flared again, and her head slowly tilted upwards. Her breaths grew sporadic and desperate, and X couldn’t help but tighten her grip, receiving every hitch and whimper in the cradle of her hands as though each were its own small gift just for her. Y's eyes were half closed, all watery and red and twitching agonizingly with the rest of her face. 

She let out a whine, and shifted desperately on the bed, scrunching up her whole face and causing a hot itchy tear to run down her cheek. X swiped the tear away with her thumb. “Oh my darling,” she murmured, and traced one gentle finger along Y's eyebrow, smoothing it as it quivered with the rest of her face. As she reached the end, Y's breath shuddered inwards, and she grabbed X's shoulder with one hand, holding herself steady. “Oh” she squeaked, before another shuddering breath took her over.

“Hheeehhh…”

It was bigger this time, and she grabbed onto X's other shoulder. She did it like she had to, like she was holding on for her life as her body overtook her. X grabbed her around the waist, high enough to feel her chest expanding and contracting with each ragged breath.  

“Hheeh-Uh! Uhhhhh-“

X reached one hand to cradle her cheek, and then leaned in to kiss her cheek as she continued to let out whimpering, hitching breaths. She felt the next “ahhh-H-ehhH” buzz against her lips, and the sound was so sweet that she brought her lips down to the little dip between Y’s collarbone, and ran a line of indulgent kisses up the delicate strain of Y’s neck, all splayed out as she looked up, and vibrating deliciously with sounds of desperation. The kisses made Y gasp harder, and then a coo of pleasure escaped between hitches. 

“Hmmmmm - H! h-h-h-h-“

Those last breaths sounded so close that X felt her stomach plunge in a wave of anticipation that almost made her gasp herself. But instead she pressed her face into the side of Y’s neck, and brought her hand back to her waist, and held her tight, tight, tight. “I’ve got you sweetie,” she murmured, “you can let it out, let them all out.” 

Y whimpered and squirmed underneath X, hands tightening on X’s shoulders. “Eeeh X I n-H!-nnn n n need to snEH! Sss EH!”  “I know sweetie," she cooed, "you can, I promise. Sneeze as much as you need to”

And with that last bit of encouragement, Y’s body finally gave in.

“Heh...hhhhyyyyyeETCHIEWW!!”

She jolted forward, pressing against X with the force of the outburst. A wave of pleasure washed over X as she felt it all - the contraction of Y’s stomach, the force with which she was thrust forward, the involuntary, sharp breath she took in immediately afterwards as she geared up for another one. “There we go,” she whispered, trying not to sound as out of breath as she felt. 

“Hehhhh-HEH-ETTXChIEWW!” 

This time X could hear the mess escaping Y’s nose, and when she pulled away to look, a glistening string of snot stretched out between them. “-h-Oh! S-shit,” Y made to wipe at the mess, but X took her hand gently, and the string broke and slinked onto X’s shirt. Y gave a little whimper of concern, but X squeezed her hand, “hey, hey, no guilt, remember? You know how much I don’t mind." Y smiled shyly at that, and nodded, and let X carefully wipe the remaining mess from her upper lip with her fingers. When the point of X's nail grazed the opening of her nose, her nostrils flared suddenly, and her head jolted back just a little. “Hah..haH!” X swiped at it one more time, and then held her hand under Y's mouth, just in time to catch the mess that streamed from her as she released another desperate sneeze.       

 “EEEEETGXttchOooo!!”

X squeezed Y’s hand again and whispered, “therree you go sweetie. See, I’ve got you,” and before Y could could finish nodding at the assurance, she froze, eyes closed once again, and then jolted forward, a violent string of sneezes escaping her in desperate succession.

“heH-heETCCHEEEW!! Eghxxxt! EXchiew! ngsh! tshhh-tshhht-ch-cHIEEW!!”

The last few were so rapid it almost sounded like one sneeze with multiple parts. But each one still sent it’s own stream of snot pouring into X’s hand. The poor thing, she thought. No wonder she was so nervous about sneezing in front of people, if it was this much of a production every time she did it. Seemingly thinking about the same thing, Y glanced down at X’s hand and snuffled “so..so much s-s-sno-t” “yeah my darling, there is,” X murmured, and kissed the point of Y’s adorable, twitchy nose before wiping her hand carefully on the side of her own shirt.  The kiss triggered another string of sneezes, and this time X pulled Y against her chest, letting her sneeze into her shirt. 

“HhhEEETCHEW! ETTCHO! HEPt’shew..hiitchiew!  IgxTsh! Heh-IgxTsh! IgxxTsh! Tsh! Tsh!“ 

X felt the wetness running down her chest and onto her aching breasts, her whole front drenched with the contents of Y’s nose. She ran a hand through Y’s hair, and to the flipping of her stomach, it prompted Y to look up it her, eyes fighting to stay open despite the tickle. She didn’t break eye contact as she hitched, nose flaring, eyes streaming. X couldn’t help it - she reached around to Y’s ass and pulled her closer, and Y slid herself up onto her lap, thighs gripping her side. Their faces were level now, and Y was still fighting to keep her eyes on X. But with every twitch of her nose they fluttered a little more, until finally she could no longer do it.

 “h-hhhhhh-h-h-h” her chest heaved, breasts straining against her shirt with each ragged breath. “huh..huH…hhhhAH!! AHhYEtshu ETTTCHEEEW!!”

The spray hit X’s face with force, and again she couldn’t help it, and squirmed a little underneath Y's twitching thighs. But Y was just getting started.

The sweet thing just kept sneezing, and X kept taking it, marveling each time her nose erupted so magnificently onto her. By the end X felt like an absolute puddle beneath Y - somewhat literally, In fact, with the amount of spittle and snot she had been covered in. When she was done, Y collapsed into X, head resting on her shoulder, still panting and sniffling. X rubbed her back, soothingly, and murmured “You did so good sweetie, getting ‘em all out. That was a lot.” 

"I liked that I was with you while it happened," Y responded, and nuzzled her nose, still dripping with snot, into the side of X's neck.

"yeah" X breathed, tingles of pleasure radiating from where Y's nose grazed her skin,

"so did I."

[zai-doodles]

Me n my friends are obsessed with you. Your FT art captures us like nothing else we love your redesigns they all look so great!! So glad we're on the same page for black Mirajane and Lisanna.

Anyways, which character do you think has the worst (or at least strangest) design choices in the show?

this ask is so old im so sorry

Anyway, thank you so much!! im so glad people like my extremely self indulgent designs!

As for worst design there are... a lot of bad ones, but since ive been struggling to redesign him im gonna talk about bickslow.

ok so im gonna preface with i am NOT a professional character designer or anything, my designs arent perfect and are extremely tailored to my tastes specifically so if you hate my redesigns and prefer the og thats super chill idc.

That being said what the fuck is this.

So ok just... his magic has to do with the tiki heads right? with strong connections to the idea of voodoo and black magic, like brujaria and shit.

So please can someone tell me why his outfit theme is a knight????

like ok i GUESS you could say it has to do with him being part of the thunder legion like, in a protective role?? but then??? freed and ever dont have that themeing???

like ive been struggling so hard to redesign him because his themes just make no sense to me? not to mention the outfit is just?? Ugly???

Between the horrible stripes and the bright ass purple green combo i just?? what is he doing?? who dressed you??? like then if his power is tiki heads y r there giant skulls on his shoulder pads???

I've been messing with the idea of his rewrite being that he actually wants to be a knight one day for some reason and instead of tiki heads his babies are like, little wooden skulls? Just so i can go hard with the skull themeing in his design to give it some cohesion?

idk im spit balling i just really hate his look.

im not even going to talk about his hair because its jsut.... no.

[wyuovvia]

— MEGUMI'S BABYSITTER!

Toji Fushiguro x Trans Male Y/N || Content Warnings: minor writing smut, nsfw, reposted off my old account (@ballsinyojaws2000), slowburn(?? is that what its called?), sex toys, rough sex, name calling, creampie, pregnancy talk, big dick toji, mating press, overstimulation(?), kid megumi :), subbot y/n & domtop toji, rest of writing under cut || Word Count: 2,085 || Followers When Posted: 29 ||Author's Note: raghhh i feel bad -^- anyway this is very very self-indulgent

ALBUM ENTRY!: Who knew that a babysitting gig could get you dicked down by a hot dilf! And since you're in college and don't have enough in your wallet, you could definitely use the money! Nothing bad is gonna happen though... right? WYOVVIA 2024!

“Fuck..” [y/n] doesn’t have enough money for groceries again. He could just ask his friends for money but he’s practically already in so much debt to them! Goddamnit, they were right. He needs to actually get a real job so he can pay for groceries instead of just fucking spending it on sex toys ‘n shit. 

[y/n] looks for jobs and then after a long time finds a somewhat easy job with an okay pay at least. A babysitting job. He accepts the job, surprisingly there’s no background check on someone who’s gonna watch your kid. [y/n] drives to the place and knocks on the door. Time for his first time ever babysitting. Hopefully this shit doesn’t fucking suck.

Toji opens the door. Holy fuckin’ hell… why was this dude hot? [y/n] blushes but Toji brushes it off as something stupid or weird. “You the babysitter?” [y/n] nods and tries to calm himself down a little bit. He hears Toji sigh and then Toji opens the door so [y/n] can come in. “Hurry up and get in the house. I gotta go somewhere.”

[y/n] quickly steps in so Toji doesn’t get upset. “Kids upstairs. His name is Megumi.” And then he… just fucking leaves??? What the hell? God, what a prick. Honestly. At least he’s hot… maybe [y/n] could get some dick from him if [y/n] behaves and is nice to him. Maybe some extra cash? Anything would be good really.

[y/n] shuts the door and actually looks at the inside of the house. Damn, this place is so fucking dirty. [y/n] sighs and goes upstairs to check on the kid. What was his name again? Megumi? Yeah, pretty sure it was Megumi. He left in such a fuckin’ hurry that it was hard to process that he was even there in the first place.

When [y/n] gets to what he thinks is the kid’s room, the door is open. Megumi is in the room. “Are you the babysitter that Toji hired?…” Toji? So that’s his name. Also, the fuck? This kid who looked only 8 or 9 years old is on a first-name basis with his dad? “Yeah, you hungry or somethin’?”

For the rest of the day [y/n] takes care of Megumi. Toji returns late at night. 11 PM, almost 12 AM. What the hell was he doing all day? [y/n] blushes at the sight of Toji and can’t help but look at him. Goddamnit… [y/n] looks away and is about to speak to him. “Hey-“ “You can leave now. Come back tomorrow, I need someone to watch Megumi again.” And as soon as [y/n] realizes it, he got kicked out. C'mon! [y/n] wanted to get his number or something at least! Sure, he is mostly doing this for the money and the hot fuckin' dad there but they still need some kind of conversation outside of the two seconds before Toji leaves and after [y/n] gets kicked out!

Whatever. He has tomorrow at least. This is probably only gonna last until Toji finds out about what [y/n] thinks about it. After that he'll probably just fire him or whatever and [y/n] will go back to how he was before.

The next day when [y/n] gets there, Toji isn’t even at the house! [y/n] wanted to see him again! [y/n] could clean the rest of the house. There’s nothing really better to do until Megumi says he’s hungry. Last time Megumi was asking [y/n] a bunch of questions. Things like ‘how old are you?’, ‘what’s your name?’, and all of that. He’s smarter than his dad at least. Toji just let [y/n] be the babysitter with no questions or anything and then just let [y/n] in his house and left.

When [y/n] is making Megumi breakfast Megumi walks up to him, probably to ask another question. Megumi’s face is cute. He looks like he’s trying to be serious and maybe intimidating when in reality he’s really small and his head can barely reach [y/n]’s mid torso.

“Are you here to steal anything?” Megumi says with a ‘serious’ face and his eyebrows furrowed. Jesus, this was like the ninth time this kid was asking [y/n] if he was here for any bad reason since he first got in the house yesterday. [y/n] sighs a little bit before answering him. “Yes, I swear I’m not here for anything…” “You promise?” “Promise…”

Megumi finally left [y/n] somewhat alone after that. He still asked [y/n] a ton of questions but Megumi kind of got rid of the questions about [y/n] being here for a bad reason. Wanting to see and spend time with the hot dad here wasn’t a bad reason, right?

[y/n] makes Megumi’s breakfast and gives it to him. The kid wasn’t picky with his food, at least that’s good. [y/n] even had to bring some food over from his house cause there wasn’t enough to make an actual, good meal. Damn, Toji as a dad sucks. But thinking of him as someone to sleep with? That was absolutely great. Lately Toji is all that [y/n] is thinking about. He can’t help it. Toji’s just so muscular and attractive that he’s constantly on [y/n]’s mind.

[y/n] goes around the house trying to figure out what other rooms there are to clean. He doesn’t wanna clean Megumi’s room right now because he doesn’t wanna bother him. He finds a room and opens the door. It’s bedroom with a king sized bed. Is this… Toji’s room? It’s pretty messy. There’s clothes on the floor and the blankets are scattered a bit. Would Toji get upset if he cleaned his room? Probably not… right?

[y/n] starts cleaning Toji’s room while wondering if Toji would get mad if he cleans it. [y/n] picks up the clothes and fixes the bedsheets. As [y/n] cleans, he finds some.. uh… interesting things. Specifically fleshlights and a few other toys. Right, Toji doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend that [y/n] knows of, so is Toji pent up? Does Toji go to clubs and places like that all day? Is that where he’s going? If so, [y/n] has no chance against the people that work there or go to places like that!

[y/n] needs to find a way to talk to Toji or someone else could get Toji’s attention! Maybe… What if [y/n] tells him that he saw the sex toys? Fuck no! That’s a bad idea! But what if [y/n] says that he can help Toji with problems like that instead of the sex toys? That might work… Or maybe [y/n] will just get fired after he says that. Oh well. Fuck it. He would rather take the chance to get dicked down instead of not taking the chance.

[y/n] cleans up the rest of the room and puts the toys back where they were. Hopefully Toji won’t notice he saw them right away?… When Toji gets home that day, the same thing happens that happened yesterday. But [y/n] has a plan. He has to risk it. He needs to risk it. He doesn’t want anything other than Toji. The worse that can happen is him getting fired and having to find another job. [y/n] can barely sleep that night. He’s thinking about what he’s gonna try to do tomorrow.

The next day goes how the rest of them went. [y/n] gets there, makes food for Megumi, and cleans the house. Today Megumi let [y/n] clean his room. It seems that Megumi trusts him a little bit more now.

When it’s time for [y/n] to leave, he talks to Toji before he gets casually shoved out. “H-Hey, uhm… I saw your.. sex toys in your room… Y’know.. y- you could use me instead…” Goddamnit! Why was he so nervous now?! It’s one thing to think about saying it but it’s completely different saying it right in front of Toji! He’s so much fucking bigger than [y/n]! Whatever. There’s no going back. What’s gonna happen? Is [y/n] getting fired or is he getting fucked?

Toji raises an eyebrow and looks down at [y/n]. He wasn’t expecting that. No way in hell. But [y/n] didn’t expect it to actually work! Next thing he knew he picked up [y/n] and brought him to his bedroom! He layed [y/n] down on the bed and quickly and roughly tore off [y/n]’s pants and underwear and looked at his wet, glistening cunt, and pretty ass with a butt plug with a gem on it. “God.. were you expecting to get fucked by me? Such a fuckin’ whore that you wanna bang the dad of the kid you’re babysitting?~”

Toji’s words just made [y/n] whine and get even more wet and made his face go red. Toji seems to notice and he grabbed [y/n]’s legs and pushes them up to [y/n]’s chest so Toji could get a better view at [y/n]’s ass, and then he spanks it. “M’gonna take that as a yes, slut?”

Toji pulls down his pants just enough for him to be able to pull his cock out. Holy fuck. There’s no way [y/n] can take that. Toji was too big. It was like a whole 8 inches- no. more than that. [y/n] wondered how it’ll fit. He can’t take that, right? There’s no way.

Toji sees [y/n] staring at his dick and his smirk gets wider. “You scared in how it’s gonna fit? Is it too big for you?~ You’re the one who wanted to be fucked so badly so you better take it like a good boy.” Toji then grabs his dick and lines his cockhead up with [y/n]’s dripping cunt. Toji then slams his length into [y/n] without warning. “F-Fuck!~ T-Toji!” [y/n]’s eyes start watering from how much he feels like he’s being stretched to the brim.

“C’mon. I know you can take it. You’ve probably had someone’s dick shoved up your pussy tons of times. Besides, you said I could use you. So I’m gonna do just that.~” Toji pulls out until only his tip is in, and then sinks back inside his cunt. “Fuck… you’re so tight… loosen up.”

[y/n] tries his best to relax but can’t due to Toji’s cock staring to fuck in and out of him roughly. “Mgh- mnn!- T-Toj- Ah!~ Toji! s’too much!~” “But you’re still moaning while being fucked like a prostitute~” Toji leans forward and grabs [y/n]’s thighs and presses them against his chest, letting Toji go even deeper into him. Toji speaks directly into his ear. “I’ve seen how you looked at me during the little time we’ve seen eachother.. you’re that desperate, huh?~ I’ve noticed how you’ve been feeding and taking care of Megumi- Fuck- Bet you wanna give him another sibling, huh?~”

The thought of them giving Megumi another sibling…- fuck- [y/n] could barely think straight. He’s already going dumb on Toji’s cock. [y/n] can’t even verbally respond due to how good he’s feeling. Every second he’s whimpering, moaning, whining, and every other thing too. [y/n] was already so close to cumming and Toji seems like he just started.

“Agh!- F-Fuuck! Toji!- m’gonna cum-“ “Already? The whore is already about to cum because of my cock? Go ahead, cum. But I’m not stopping until I’m done.” [y/n] cums on his cock and his legs tremble and shake slightly as his cunt clenches and unclenches around Toji. “Fuck- You’re so tight.. Might even wanna keep you… get you pregnant with my cum and give Megumi another sibling…”

[y/n] is so sensitive from his release, but Toji keeps going harder and faster. [y/n] is trembling and his eyes are rolling back while he moans loudly due to how hard Toji’s fucking him. Eventually he feels Toji’s cock twitch inside of him. “Fuck… m’gonna cum, pretty boy. You gonna take it? You better. M’gonna stuff you with my cum-“ Toji thrusts his cock a few more times and then goes in until their hips are right against eachother. Toji cums inside of him and [y/n] is so sensitive. He cums again from feeling Toji’s hot seed inside of him.

Few seconds later, Toji pulls out and watches as his cum drips from [y/n]’s cunt. “Damn… haven’t came that much in awhile.. M’gonna keep you and you’re gonna be a good boy and be a good daddy for Megumi, right?” [y/n]’s throat hurts from being so loud. He faintly nods and Toji smirks. “M’gonna clean up, stay here.” Toji leaves to get some tissues and [y/n] falls asleep before he comes back. Guess he’s staying the night.

[m4rlique]

red light > wes hicks

wes hicks x dewey’s kid!reader

warnings: mentions canon typical violence, idk if all the facts r canon accurate but its just little things dw about it, self indulgent bullshit

You couldn’t fathom Judy Hicks ever wanting you around, scheduling play dates for you and her son, babysitting for your busy parents, even picking you up from preschool on the odd day.

Compared to your mother, you were an angel in Judy’s eyes.

She remembered the frustration in her heart when Gale announced her pregnancy, weeks after she’d done the same thing. Of course, Gale one-upped her once again.

But Judy loved you to death. You were Dewey reincarnated, the only parts of your mother that were passed on being her ambition and stunning good looks. And her friendship with your father lead to the inseparable duo that was you and Wes.

He was with you throughout everything, from the first tooth lost to Gale and Dewey’s messy divorce. Frankly, if it weren’t for him being around, you’d have moved in with Gale in New York following the split.

But he loved you and you loved him (more than you’d ever admit). Clearly, the rest of your friend group thought so too.

“When are you gonna ask him?” Chad asked, looking over at you while Mindy rolled her eyes, trying to focus on her rewatch of the Stab franchise over his voice.

“Ask who what?” You gazed at him confusedly. Liv, who was practically in her boyfriend’s lap, jumped in, reading Chad’s mind for you.

“Wes. When are you gonna ask him out?”

“With the new ghostface killings, time might be running out before one of you bites it. He might as well die knowing you’re in love with him.”

You scoffed, looking back at the screen, using Mindy’s favourite film as the barrier that blocked out any and all of what they were saying. Instead, you had the pleasure of watching David Schwimmer, dressed up as your father, get stabbed gruesomely in the back. And you winced, which was embarrassing because of how hard Mindy was laughing at the scene and how the couple on the other side of you was still waiting for you to address how obviously in love you and Wes were.

The sound of a car horn outside cut the tension in the room like it were a knife, and you sighed in relief. A way out, just what you needed.

“That’s my ride,” You announced, standing up, “I gotta go. You all stay safe, okay? See you.”

“Let us know you got home safe!” Chad called after you. That and the girls saying goodbye being the last things you caught before you opened the car to reveal Wes’ car parked in the Meeks-Martin driveway.

He was behind the wheel, eyes lighting up like the headlights on his old car. You made haste to get in the passengers side, thanking him for picking you up.

“It’s no big deal, with everything going on, I’d rather not be alone, or you be alone.”

Your heart swelled, pounding at nothing but his word vomit. You clicked on your seat belt and kept your eyes on the road as he rambled even more, now about safety precautions his mom was forcing him to take.

“There’s extra taser in the glove box if you want it,” He commented offhandedly, making you smile. As much as he pretended to be annoyed by his overbearing mother’s cautiousness, you knew he was just as careful. It was practically hereditary.

Your chuckles died down into a weird silence. There was so many heavy topics for you both to discuss, but it was hard to bring any of them up.

You decided to say fuck it and take Chad’s advice for once, though he accidentally spoke over you during your attempt.

“Are you worried about—”

“I love you.”

Thank god he was stopped at a red light, giving him time to go bug eyes and look to you with endless confusion.

“—like seriously love you.”

He looked back at the steering wheel, then the road, blinking, and you swore he even reached to pinch himself.

“Y/n—”

“It’s no big deal if you don’t… like me or anything,” You cut him off again, embarrassed now. You could have dove out of the car as it was stationary, but he resumed driving too quickly, “You can just drop me off at my place and we can pretend this never happened.”

He sounded like he was going to implode, the car ride reaching its peak teenage awkwardness

“About that..”

You looked back at him, tearing your gaze from the street lamps to look at the red faced boy beside you.

“… What?”

“Dewey asked if you could stay with us for a while, for, uh— To keep you safe.”

Great. Just great. Clearly Chad’s advice was great and totally not the worst decision of her entire life.

Coated in embarrassment, you couldn’t help but cover your face, mumbling an “Oh my goddd.”

It wasn’t long before he pulled into his driveway, the two of you making it to the front door in seconds. But you didn’t go in right away, his frame blocking the doorknob for just a moment. It was quick, his movements, but he pulled you into the most emotional, hormonal, holy-fuck-we-might-die hug ever, and you clutched onto him like your life depended on it.

It was Wes who pulled away first, just back enough for your eyes to meet.

“Can I kiss you?”

The second your nod acted as his go ahead, he cupped your face and along came the kiss you’d both been yearning for for forever.

[mutual-monsters]

oh, how the mighty fall in love

Pairing: Steve Kemp x transmasc!reader

TW: dark story!!! (kinda dead dove: do not eat), dark/yandere themes, smut, cannibalism mentions (duh), kidnapping, implied noncon/dubcon, petnames (pet, good boy, darling, pup, puppy, sweet boy, slut, baby boy, baby), very heavy breeding kink, praise kink, degredation, bondage, sir kink, oral (ftm/ftnb receiving), p in v sex, the fic being very self-indulgent, not beta’d

Again, as with all of my dark fics, this work is purely fiction and is not meant to reflect my values, morals, or wants. Please always prioritize consent, and, obviously, don’t go out doing things you read about in my fics.

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Steve Kemp keeps you in a cell for breeding (instead of his usual fare)

Word count: 972

A/N: Will I ever stop writing dark fics? Who’s to say. Anywho, this is based on a prompt I sent to Rhi a few days ago, but I ended up taking a spin on it as well (it weighed on my mind v heavy folks ✊😔)

Admittedly, there are things about this fic that I don’t like. I don’t like how much it looks like it’s first draft. I don’t like how barebones it feels. I certainly don’t like how rushed it was. However, both of the people I usually count on to help me beta were unable to this time, so, I proceeded with what I had. I hope it’s quality doesn’t hinder its enjoyment too much.

The title is from The Mighty Fall by Fall Out Boy and Big Sean

Tagging those who might like this: @strwbrrybucky @navybrat817 @bonky-n-steeb

You can hear him as he unlocks the basement door and descends the stairs and can’t help but wonder, why me?

You had been in Steve’s basement for three days. So far, he’d given you clothes, food, and his kindness, but he was terrifying. You knew what he did, you knew what he was, he made sure of that. What he also made sure of was to let you know that you weren’t there for the same reason as the others. And that, that was what scared you.

His footsteps resound and he walks down the long corridor of cells, past all the others, and directly to yours. The lock beeps and it clicks open, and the door opens to see him, dressed casually, smirking, and ready to see you.

“Hiya, pup.”

“H-Hi, Steve.”

His mouth twitches briefly as he revels in your fear.

“Do you know why I’m here?”

You shake your head “no”.

“I’m gonna tell you but you’re gonna freak out.”

Pangs of fear rack your frame.

“Does that mean you’re going to hurt me?”

He chuckles darkly.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart. I just wanna pump that belly of yours full of cum. Can you be a good boy and let me do that?”

Feebly, you nod, unsure of the man looming above you. He leans down, unhooking you from the chain binding you to the concrete below.

“Are you gonna behave for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pats your cheek lightly. “Good boy.”

The cell door slides open swiftly in his hands, he peers back at you, ushering you forward. A long narrow corridor, filled with cell doors, one’s just the one that had been holding you mere moments ago.

His hand holds yous and he leads you, gripping you fiercely. His skin is soft, too soft for someone who does what he does, you whimper upon contact. The two of you arrive at a new room, all the way at the end of the hall, what must have been a cell, converted now to reflect his desires. The space is fresh, new.

“I made this just for you.” He says, as if it’s a gesture of affection.

The room, instead of barren, sits filled with a bed, a plush king, but that is not what catches your eye. No, instead you focus on the bearings, prepared to strap you to the thing, leather and silk in here instead of the cold, rusted iron of your former cell.

He seethes quietly behind you, only speaking up after the silence is broken by another prisoner’s scream.

“Say, ‘thank you’, pet.” His teeth are gritted now, his hold on you becoming painful.

“T-thank you, sir. I love it.” He leans down, plants a gentle kiss upon your scalp.

“Good boy. Strip for me.”

You oblige him, slowly taking the dressings he provided you and tossing them to the floor. He looks at you, fully exposed now, as if you were prey.

“You are a delicacy, you know that?” He is brutal, that is a given, but his tender moments balance the scales.

“Lay back for me, darling.”

How could you deny him? On the bed, he adjusts the cuffs on both your hands and ankles gently, careful not to tighten them too much.

“Is it alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

He takes your chin in his hand.

“I promise to be gentle, pet. I just want to make love to you.”

Kissing down your body now, finding his way to your pussy, he licks gently at first, then all at once attacks your clit, sending you into near shock. Your hips buck, he holds them down, feasting on you. Your hands, bound, have nothing to grab. Nails dig into your very palms as pain starts to mix into pleasure. You’re begging now, begging to cum, of course, he allows, flicking his tongue rapidly on your sensitive bud, raising his pupils to stare you down as your orgasm washes over you.

Him crawling over you, allowing your mind to register his presence above you; menacing and dominant. He leans in, forcing his hot breath to seep over the nape of your neck as he whispers in your ear.

“Gonna breed you, puppy. Gonna make you swell up with my bastards again and again and again until you’re fuckin’ useless. It’s all you’re good for, anyway.”

He pulls away, smugly, a smirk gracing his lips.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, sweet boy?”

Clouded with lust, knowing there is no other choice, you nod feverishly.

A soft kiss to your temple.

“Good slut.”

He thrusts unexpectedly into your hole unabashedly, a squeal escapes your throat involuntarily. His pace is fast and rough, unsteady like bursts of fireworks. The headboard bangs the wall threateningly.

“F-Fuck, baby boy, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Like a damn vice. Such a sweet fuckin’ cunt. So warm and wet.”

Your body fights the restraints, desperate to hold onto him, they do not budge. Steve continues inside you, adding his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles, and whispering praises in your ear.

“Gonna be so pretty, baby. Oh, God. Hmm, fuck. Just like that, puppy. ‘M so close. Want you to cum right with me. Can you do that for me?”

You whine in response, and he understands, cumming deep in your fertile womb, filling you up.

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

Blissed out, he stays in you, waiting for the moment to pass, and when it does, he pulls a plug from the side table to fill the hole he no longer occupies. He pulls a pillow as well, propping up your hips and covering you with the blanket, but leaving you bound by your restraints.

Before leaving, he turns to you with a small, delighted smile.

“I’ll be back in a bit to try again, okay, pup?”

You smile right on back, accepting that maybe, just maybe, this is where you are meant to be.

[mrskurono]

title: Bet Me || domming the Seijoh Grads

a/n: anon who gave me this idea, I thought FOREVER about how to execute this and I just like- this happened while taking a shower ok. Iwa had it coming to him being the alpha dog

word count: 2.7k 

tags: dom!reader, group sex (mmmmf), established relationship (on Oikawa’s end), bondage, handjob, slight degradation, edging, cockwarming, ruined orgasm, masturbation (male), oral( male and female), rimjob, cucking, male on male (penetration +oral), anal creampie, cocky Oikawa, brat taming Iwa, slightly dacraphilia, safe word mention (unused) petnames, uh probably something else but c’mon its fucking smut, unedited

character(s): Oikawa Tooru (hq), Hajime Iwaizumi (hq) Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) Issei Matsukawa (hq)

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Tooru ran his mouth like a bullet train.

No one took him seriously when he toted about how amazing you were. Claiming you to be the best. Which, to Iwa’s, Makki’s and Mattsun’s surprise, that was notably a lot coming from the ladies man himself. Tooru’s taste in women came like his coffee order did, sweet and sweeter. So when the man came sporting some glamorous little bruises on his torso. Well, that lead to a bit of a bet.

“This won’t work.” Iwa scoffed at the idea, nearly rolling his eyes out of his head when the last bit of rope was secure, “She can’t do it since Shittykawa is just a wimp of course he cums easily!”

“You gonna bet me for that huh baby?” Standing above the man who was now tied at your feet seemed to leave you in a pretty domineering position now over him. Iwa wouldn’t give it up though. He was certain you couldn’t edge him until he cried.

If Iwa cried, then the bet was in your favor. Makki and Mattsun would without a doubt bow to your ability. Seeing though as no one had bested their friend since high school, neither of them saw much potential besides maybe a fun circle jerk out of this. Tooru on the other hand was nearly vibrating out of his own skin with excitement for the occasion.

“You’re gonna eat those words you know Iwa!” Tooru grinning. His best friend really had no idea what he was in store for. And he wasn’t going to tell him either.

Rolling your eyes you wave your boyfriend away and kneel down in front of the bulky athletic trainer. Searching his face. Paying almost no attention to his half a hard on even now, and you simply smile at him, “No kissing. And the safe word is teal, yeah?”

Iwa rolled his eye once more, “Yeah ok.”

Mattsun and Makki elbowed each other with a bit of a giggle between the two of them. They didn’t think you could do it but were certainly glad to not be in Iwa’s shoes. Only arms tired behind his back, Iwa was left in a precarious position when your hand ghosted over his cock.

Feathery touch of your fingertips down his thick shaft and Iwa scoffed. An offhanded comment about if that was the best you got then you should just jerk him off. Instead you let his words fall on deaf ears. Smiling as you took your hand away. Earning all eyes on you as you reached for what was simply a regular bottle of lube. 

Drizzling it over Iwa’s cock until it ran down his shaft and between his balls to drip on the ground at his feet. You really had everyone’s attention now that his cock was slimy with lube and untouched. The peanut gallery snickered. Tooru said something in a husky mumble. But it was clear all three men were beginning to palm themselves through their pants. Iwa on the other hand, held firm that this would just be another handjob.

Which in reality you suppose it was. Your work slow and methodical. Wasn’t long before you realized Iwa was enjoying himself. Fingers dancing up and down his cock. The squelch of the lube when you squeezed his tip. Watching him roll his head back and savor the simple movement. Really besides his arms being tied behind his back this was all about to end like a normal handjob. 

That was, until the first stringy bits of precum dripped from Iwa’s cock.

“Fuck- Right there-” His low guttural moan. 

Indulgent and self centered. Iwa was about to cum and not a tear in sight. Even Makki and Mattsun who now shamelessly were jerking themselves off weren’t surprised by the outcome. But like he knew something they didn’t, Tooru had his hands off himself. Completely. Only those brown eyes set forward and fixated on your hands like he was waiting for you to do something.

“You gonna cum baby?” Your fingers working magic up and down his cock. 

Iwa nodded. He wasn’t even paying attention. The handjob was hot but all eyes on him while he was going to win seemed to fuel him even more. You could feel his cock twitch in your hand. Carefully you watched until his balls tightened and then you did it. Exactly what Tooru knew you’d do.

Hand smashed to the top of Iwa’s cock before he could say anything. Your strokes stopped completely. Replaced by a firm grip and your opposing hand feverishly rubbing your palm in circles over his slit. Iwa had no time to react. The overstim right into too much making his entire body twitch and convulse. He doubled over but could not escape. The bindings he strained against didn’t give way. And your hand didn’t stop with it’s cruel motions. Nothing he did could make him escape the pins and needles of pleasure cascading through his body on overdrive.

“Give up? Too much baby? Huh you not gonna cum? Baby wanted to cum though. Where’s all that big boy talk now, Hajime?” Your words sweet in tone and evil in context. Iwa was coming undone in front of everyone he knew. Makki and Mattsun had stopped stroking themselves entirely. Wide eyed at the sight as Tooru was giggling and palming himself finally to his slight relief. His queen was going to win the bet. He just knew you would.

“-‘s much-” Iwa croaked, body trembling under your touch.

“What? I can’t hear you?” Your hand only slick with precum and the lube off his cock, “Come now, I wanna see all your sweet milk spill out~ Won’t you do that for me Hajime?”

Iwa grunted, bucked his hips and gritted his teeth. His orgasm was being forcibly taken from him but still not a tear to spare. As he twitched and shifted his hips up he was certain this would come crashing into an orgasm. Building quicker and quicker by the passing second. He forgot to care if everyone around him was even jerking off to the sight of him anymore. Iwa gasped just when his orgasm was tipping to no return.

“That’s enough.”

Iwa gasped. Mattsun and Makki gasped. Tooru giggled.

Your hand completely removed from Iwa’s cock. All men witnessed the cruelest thing to date. Iwa’s cock bouncing, in desperation, with one exact bead of white cum oozing from his slit. You just ruined Iwaizumi’s orgasm and they all watched you do it.

“No! Don’t stop! Idiot! K-Keep doing it! Keep moving I- I just- I wanna cum!!” Iwa’s pleas fell from his mouth. Ending with his voice cracking as his orgasm tightened around him but just wouldn’t be released. You sat smug in front of him and when his voice cracked he knew it was all over.

You won.

“Shit....” Mattsun mumbled, fixated on Iwa’s poor cock standing so abused and hard.

“Man....that’s....wow.” Makki, still grabbing at his cock, couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Told you guys so~” Tooru sung your praise more than happy to see both his friends adamant that what they saw wasn’t something they wished on anyone. Especially themselves.

“So.” You stood up, hand covered in slickness mixed with Iwa’s precum and looked at Mattsun and Makki, “Anyone else think I’m a liar?”

Quickly they shook their heads. 

“Good.” You smiled sweetly. Fixing to pull your panties off right away and throw them between Iwa’s legs still bound in front of you. On full display the natural juices clinging to your thighs with how wet you’d gotten on this little bet. So now you figured no one was going to argue with you, it was your turn for some relief, “Makki, come here.”

Eyes wide he looked at Tooru. Who grinned and nodded for him to do as you said.

Sheepish of the same treatment. He knew a bet was a bet. Undoubtedly you were proclaimed alpha and did as you asked.

“Sit for me yeah?” You point across from Iwa.

Makki swallowed hard but listened. He didn’t want the same outcome as Iwa. When he’d sat down you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him into your ass, “Lick me up a little. I don’t wanna sit on your cock this wet.”

Obediently Makki liked this outcome much more. His tongue swiping over your thighs and lapping at your juices with no questions asked. If he heard you right, sitting on his cock was next in line.

“Tooru baby,” You cooed at your boyfriend, “Mattsun looks awfully hard. Maybe you should take care of him?”

While you pulled Makki’s face into you more, letting him lick you clean in front of Iwa. You take pride in seeing how well your boyfriend drops to his knees to take his friends cock. Mattsun certainly as big as some of the toys you make sweet Tooru gag on. It’s within no time that he has him down his throat. Brown eyes looking up at Mattsun as his cheeks hollow out and he goes to town sucking him like a good boy. Allowing you to enjoy yourself a bit more.

“Alright thank you, Makki,” You pull his face away, coated in your juices and a bit of a dazed look. Adding to the bliss on the man’s face when you finally seat yourself on his cock. Makki’s hands going right to your hips, “Ah ah ah, don’t move. Unless you wanna end up like Iwa huh?”

“Y-Yes ma’am-” Makki stutters with the right amount of fear not to try you on it. Iwa is still left bound in front of you with his cock head purple and aching as it twitches against the air for some kind of relief.

When you wiggle yourself comfortably on Makki’s cock. Moaning softly and spreading your legs so Iwa can see his friend’s cock buried inside you. You click your tongue at Iwa to make him look at you.

Drawing a finger up your slit and teasing your own clit, you smile at Iwa, “Bet you wish you hadn’t lost huh? Wishing you were stuffing my cunny with that cock right about now? Instead, only seeing sweet Makki stretch me out and how hard my clit is. Bet I could cum like this. On his cock that is.”

Iwa licked his lips. How desperate he was to cum. You were absolutely right, Iwa desperately wanted to be Makki, “.....please.”

“Please what?” You asked, reaching your wet fingers back to stuff in Makki’s mouth, “Suck baby.”

Makki listened well. Tongue washing over your fingers to eat your juices up as he relished the feeling of his cock inside you after all this. He wasn’t about to screw this up.

Hanging his head low Iwa internalized his growl and finally spoke up, “....please...let me taste you.”

“That’s a good boy,” You use your foot to tilt his head up towards you. Making him face you but when that smile widened Iwa’s stomach tightened, “But first, Tooru~”

Popping his lips off Mattsun’s cock, your boyfriend turned towards you. Seeing you motion him over. Tooru hated to leave what he was doing but was more curious about what you could want.

“Love, do you think you could take Mattsun?” You ask sweetly.

Tooru blushed at the idea, “I mean...yeah...with a little prep I could-”

“Say no more,” You wave his words away and look to Iwa, “Prep him for me will you baby?”

Giddy at the idea. Tooru didn’t waste anytime getting on his knees. Hips pushed back towards Iwa and Tooru bringing his face inches from your core. Not allowed to taste you but where he could vividly see Makki’s cock stuffed in you. 

Perhaps it was the grogginess of a ruined orgasm. Or the fact he was desperate to cum at this point. But there was no hesitation when Iwa pressed his tongue against Tooru. Earning a lewd moan from his best friend that fueled him. Finding himself so hard at the idea of Tooru pressing back on his face as Iwa tongued him.

“Mmm there, does Iwa’s tongue feel good love?” You caress his face as your free hand plays with your clit. Makki not moving as you ordered but his hands certainly didn’t seem to count as he groped and fondled your breast.

“S-So good-” Tooru moaned. His labored breathing and cock hanging between his legs as Iwa ate him out was a beautiful sight. One that wouldn’t last long though.

“Can you take Mattsun now?” You asked sweetly of him. Tooru nodded. He didn’t want to lose Iwa’s tongue but he knew the next thing would be better. So you looked to Mattsun with an inquisitive look.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” Mattsun ready to stuff his cock in anything a this point.

You watched in pure bliss as you saw Tooru straddle his friend like he did you so often. Instead of sliding down on a toy though. You watched Mattsun’s enormous cock disappear in his ass. Tooru’s stomach tensing until he relaxed and the brown haired man sighed in relief.

“Feel good?” You asked the both of them.

Hardly a response though as Mattsun and Tooru ended up in their own little world. Fucking only mere feet from you. Makki’s cock buried in you as you lazily played with your clit. Leaving Iwa out of it.

“Please...” He stooped as low as to beg, “...Please let me taste at least.”

Feeling generous and like it would be a nice change. You indulge him. Allowing Iwa to finally get a little something even though he was the loser.

“Make me cum before Mattsun fills Tooru and I’ll let you cockwarm next time~” 

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. Diving between your legs to find your clit instantly. His tongue working overtime as you leaned back into Makki. Making the man hold you and catching his lips. He was a good boy who wasn’t moving so kissing him was the least you could do. 

As instructed Iwa was an expert with his tongue. Giving your clit all of his attention. Sadly thought he wasn’t privy to winning this either. Glancing over at the other two soon assure you of that. The way Mattsun gripped Tooru’s hips. Cum drooling out of Tooru’s cock for lord only knows how long now. And the way Mattsun’s brows pinched in the middle and hips stalled meant Iwa lost once more.

Unsurprisingly the two men had to catch their breath. Mattsun pulling out and a flood of cum following. Tooru being a good boy when you told him not to waste any and he scooped up Mattsun’s cum and pushed it back inside himself. Fingering himself as Iwa’s tongue began doing the trick when your hand found his hair and your grip tightened.

First a wonderful little tickle until finally you were leaning back into Makki groaning with a shudder. No real movement save for the ripple of your cushiony cunt walls around his cock. After all this Makki wasn’t going to complain. Even as Iwa’s tongue glided over his shaft a few times in desperation to keep you cumming on his tongue. 

Neither men cared when your orgasm was in full swing. Your cunt tightening around Makki until he had no choice but to double over into you. Holding you tight as his cock throbbed inside you and his balls emptied every last drop of cum into your well deserving pussy. Even Iwa not caring as he did his job to ride out your orgasm and some of Makki’s excess cum drooling out around him and Iwa licking it up like a good boy. Focused on your hand in his hair until he knew he’d done his job when your grip slowly loosened and finally released him completely.

Satisfied but not letting Makki go anywhere just yet. Which he didn’t mind. Tooru crawled over to you. Kissing you with the faint taste of Mattsun’s cock on his lips and certainly his cum still dripping down his inner thighs. Tooru smiled against you before nuzzling his face against yours.

“Aye wait-” Iwa, still the only one who hadn’t came yet, huffed and looked around.

No one said a thing. Makki spared you a look by hiding his face in your neck like Tooru. Mattsun looked your way and didn’t say anything to his friend. And Tooru simply kept kissing your neck without a care. None of them were going to go against your wishes making you smile at Iwa, “Well, maybe next time you’ll know better than to bet against me now won’t you?”

[twisted-writing]

Deep Cleaning

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POV: Third person

Characters: black!female!reader, Grim

Synopsis: Y/N gives Ramshackle a much needed deep cleaning session.

Note: This was something self indulgent that I whipped up!

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“I don’t get why I have to help you clean!” Grim whined for what seemed like the hundredth time. He had better things to do! Like bothering Ace and Deuce, or enjoying a can of tuna! But instead he had been roped into cleaning.

“Because!” Y/N grunted as she finally got the last of the boards off the windows with the help of a crow bar, something Sam had thrown in along with the cleaning supplies. “I know you’re tired of sleeping in that mess. You complain about it everyday.” She threw the last of the boards into the pile. This was giving her arms a workout.

Grim huffed, not really having a rebuttal to that.

And Y/N’s parents did not raise her to stay in such a messy place. Especially her momma. Sunday cleaning was something they always did. And now, she will continue it.

Shielding her eyes with a hand, she looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was still bearing down on them, with no clouds in sight to provide them with some shade. It was a good thing she decided to dress for the occasion.

And braiding her hair into two french braids, instead of having it out in its usual afro or in a puff.

With how hot it was, Y/N knew that they needed to stay hydrated. It was a good thing that the kitchen had been what they had tackled after cleaning the bedroom, bathroom, lounge, hallway, and the foyer.

“Y/N! Can I please go inside and get something to drink?”

“Don’t be in there all day, Grim. And bring me something too, please.”

Not needing to be told twice, Grim made his way inside to get them something to drink. They really did need to take a break though. Especially before she tackled the windows. She decided to go check on Grim, just to make sure he wasn’t doing anything that he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

Heading back inside and switching out her shoes for a pair of slippers, Y/N made her way to the kitchen and was glad that she decided to check on Grim, because he had drunk all of her sodas! Every single one!

“Grim?! Who told you to drink my stuff?!”

“You told me I could!”

“That is a bold faced lie! I said you could come and get something to drink! That wasn’t an excuse to just drink my stuff!”

Y/N rubbed her temples as she felt a headache coming on. “Oh lord.” She glanced down at the cat. “You’re lucky I’m too tired or I would grab a belt and give you a good whooping.”

“Next time you do something like this, we’re gonna have a problem, am I clear?”

Obviously the look on her face told Grim that she was serious as he nodded. “Yes!”

“Good.”

[yostresswritinggirl]

@butterfly-mochi​ Rewrote this freaking thing thrice because it keeps getting deleted wth tumblr agjvahkfajkvk- I enjoyed writing it a lot tho and since I’m too weak to the characters I ended up writing for all of them (except for Sucrose, im sorry bb huhu, I ran out of brain power). This is my first time writing for so many of them in one go so please excuse me for any mistakes or blandness ywy thank you for letting me write for my baby Ganyu too hhhhh

Universe Reversal 2

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Zhongli, Childe & Ganyu (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 3)

Zhongli the F2P

The most relatable out of the bunch because this man is still broke and can only rely on the primogems he can farm. And he had a LOT. The one thing he doesn’t have a lot on, however, is his luck.

So how did he manage to pull you?: Well after exhausting all his primogem on your banner with nothing but weapons and other characters, he has lost his resolve. But by some weird luck, there was a character bug that was fixed and in his email was the almighty consolation primogem. Enough for ONE pull. And by the Gods he FINALLY got you.

He’d nonchalantly post his screenshot of pulling you using a single acquaint fate in his friend group without any words and everyone else just loses their shit. “You got them in one pull?!” “Yeah” A riot.

This was partnered with the fact that not only is Zhongli an F2P player, but also barely has any five star characters.

He looks calm and apathetic over the news, but behind the screen he’s exhausted and relieved, silently livid.

He has no primogems left to squeeze for a constellation so you’re instead pampered with the best weapon suitable for you (because that’s all he keeps getting).

Zhongles spends most of his time farming for materials to quickly level you up, unlocking all your stories and voiceline, but he fucked up on your build (his artifacts are messy).

He follows communities, forums and videos regarding your character to know all the things he needs to perfect your build. You can barely make a dent against normal mobs, so he knew he was doing something VERY wrong.

Is the type of person to keep refreshing the page for new content, very updated.

Ask him a question about your character and he’s gonna bring you the word vomit that is his research. He’s not gonna stop- probably accidentally developed a copypasta for you.

Also follows your VA in both Tiktok and Twitter to indulge in every bit of content. He also has that screenshot of his pull saved and locked.

On his birthday, a friend of his gifted him a chibi plushie of you and he has treasured it ever since, treating and handling it like its a figurine.

“It is merely pure luck and grace from the gacha gods that I got this character, and I will make sure that they know I am very grateful for this fortune.”

Favorite Voiceline: Birthday Message

Childe The Whaler

This lucky wealthy bastard with no remorse for his money whales for EVERY character. He’s making a collection, which is to get all the characters, especially the five stars. So when your banner finally popped up, he’s gonna square up and trigger a whole ass meteor shower.

How he pulled you: Money. His luck with this games are actually not the best so he always compensates with money, he got you halfway through the first failed pity, almost giving him a heart attack that he might actually break the bank just to get you.

And then he pulls more to raise your constellation lol.

The first thing he does is look over your character info and read through it all; constellation infos, your base stats, artifact compatibility.

At the end when he’s maximized everything, he would then focus on playing around with your character *coughs climbing noises coughs*

He thought you’d just be another part of his collection but playing with your character was very enjoyable and in-line with his playstyle- oops 100 screenshots with the Kamera-

Any and all merchandise that he fancies would be his, and he’s definitely flexing it to the other sweetie nerds who call themselves simps. He’s fighting for the simping title, and he’s currently neck and neck with this fanartist in Pixiv.

Speaking of that fanartist, he definitely commissioned an expensive and detailed portrait of you, full rights and everything. No one else was allowed to use it but him.

Was also the first one with the audacity to call out your VA to create an account on Tiktok to create more content with your voice. He was successful.

His obssession also comes in the form of self-indulgent contents, and had been keeping track of the ship wars happening. During conventions, he cosplays as the character shipped with you the most (or the character he thinks should end up with you).

Silently scrutinizing those who cosplay you, only ever taking pictures with/of the best looking one, sorry haha

Definitely flaunts that you are his waifu/husbando and will fight for best girl/best boy during debates or polls. Has mobilized the community to vote for you once. He’s very persuasive.

“Hm? Why I’m just the best collector in the game, and I am more than happy to let everyone know that I am their number one fan haha, everyone who claims otherwise is definitely wrong!”

Favorite Voiceline: More About (Y/N) I-IV, (Y/N)’s Hobbies...

Ganyu the Employed

Ganyu, our dearest overworker, is one of the players in the older stage who actually has a job but still plays Genshin for their past times. The gorgeous sceneries and the music is her main focus in playing the game, not much of a try-hard but still decent in the combat mechanics.

How she pulled you: You came home within 50 pulls! And you appeared again after another 10 pull! Ganyu was so SHOOKT and so distressed because oh goodness, what does she do? She doesn’t know anything much about you!

Will rewatch your three trailers to try and understand your skills better, ended up saving the soundtracks from them because that was such a nice trailer music! Tnbee gains a new follower!

Ganyu will take a while before she can properly play or build you up because she’s so busy with work, she only ever plays when she feels fully done with her work.

During her break she plays with your character while multi-tasking on eating, earphones plugged in and sight on the phone as she farms materials and artifacts for you.

The moment she gets more help from her player friends tho, holy shit, you just ended up being so OP. She had so many good artifacts and weapons for you because she didn’t know what they were for before.

She loves how you’re so easy to use and can easily solo the enemies and even the boss fights. A huge breather, because now Ganyu can cheese the battles that takes a while, to give her more time to focus on the storyline and lores.

Since Ganyu plays for the story and aesthetic, she’ll find you almost always in her team. Still very proud of her pull, she makes the best screenshots of your fights or in the best angle through exploration.

Treasures you so much she starts talking to her phone- “Ah, no, please don’t fall.” “There’s violetgrass up there, let’s try and get it”

Blushes everytime you produce a sound when climbing, doesn’t change you anyways tho

Hums to your trailer music while working, and if permitted, would have the song on repeat while she buries herself in work. She finds it really refreshing and the time she spends in work miraculously flies by fast when she gets lost in the sound.

At one point, when she was given a day-off or if the convention was on her free time, she attends to look for cosplayers of you and take a picture. No one rejects her because she’s so adorable and cute when asking shyly.

Had brought a decent amount of merchandise, preferably the functional/practical ones like a phone cover, mug or keychain. Also has an earphones clamp with your little chibi self as the holder.

When asked, she would shyly announce that she likes your character the most.

“Their character theme and music really soothes me during work, it feels nice to have them, and I have not once regretted ever pulling for them. They are the best.”

Favorite Voicelines: Good Night/Afternoon..., About Us, Something To Share..., Interesting Things...

so enjoyable...

@moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee

[piecksz]

pet. | (m)

pairings: yelena x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, non con, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, intoxication, gun play, violence, slight degredation, explicit language

words: 2.3k+

summary: hange sends you to investigate her suspicions about yelena’s loyalty to the military, but unfortunately for you, she’s already ten steps ahead. 

You should have known better.

Maybe if you’d been more wary she wouldn’t have had the advantage, but you weren’t. Instead you’d been unsuspecting, accepting her blithe invitation to talk about military proceedings over a drink when it hadn’t been your original plan because Hange’s directives were simple. Suspicions had been propagating amongst the higher-ups that the anti-Marleyan volunteers were planning an underhanded coup, and at the forefront of the insurrection was their ringleader, Yelena.

Your orders were to meet with her and solicit information that could have given Hange and the rest of the authorities a lead, so you thought nothing unsavory of Yelena suggesting you two meet at a bar. She offered to cover the tab, and you figured it would be easier to seek out details if she had some alcohol in her system, but Yelena was observant, much more than you had been. She knew the basis for the occasion, and so she coaxed you into one glass after another until you’d grown so tipsy that you didn’t realize she never took one sip.

Afterwards, it didn’t take much effort to convince you to come back with her to her place, accommodation she’d been provided as a guest on Paradis. The minute she lured you inside with the promise to take care of you until you were sober, she seized your arm and forced it behind your back into a nearly impossible position. With the weight of her body, she drove you into the wall, effectively cornering you with the threatening barrel of her gun pressed into the underside of your jaw.

She lowered her mouth to your ear. “The military doesn’t trust me, do they?”

You only grunted in pain, pointlessly writhing in Yelena’s hold.

“And here I was thinking we were just starting to become friends.” She sighed. “They’re smart not to.”

You said nothing, already realizing it was futile to try and prove that you had no ulterior motives for meeting with her, she already knew everything you presumed she didn’t.

“At least I weeded out their pet.” She prodded the hollow cavity where your jawbone met your neck with the cold metal. “What do you say to becoming mine instead?” She thumbed over the gun’s cylinder, clicking the plate into place before teasing the trigger.

You sent her a malicious glower over your shoulder, eyes blazing with animosity. “Go fuck yourself.”

Yelena’s eyebrows lifted in surprise at your rancorous choice of words, but her expression quickly melted into a duplicitous grin. “Is that a yes?” She nudged her gun against the side of your throat, an understated reminder that she still had the option to censor you with a single bullet.  

You stuck your chin out in resistance yet remained silent. Compliance was your only alternative, but nothing made you sicker than the thought of submission.

“Good girl,” Yelena chuckled. She released your arm and stepped back, continuing to stand with the firearm pointed in your direction. “Shirt and pants. Off.”

Her command was curt, and it had you carefully turning to face her. “Yelena—”

“Pets don’t talk.” She flicked her gun to the side, emphasizing her instruction. “I need to make sure you’re not concealing any weapons.”

You hesitated, but quivering fingers traveled to the buttons of your shirt, undoing each of them one by one. Your movements were slow while you tried to stall as much as possible. If you failed to report back to Hange in time, they would conclude that something in your job had gone awry, then they’d come looking for you.

“Faster.” Yelena’s eyes narrowed. She must have sensed your deliberate pace.

Calculating bitch.

You shrugged your shirt off, tossing it on the floor beside you before working yourself out of your pants and discarding them in the same heap.

“Happy?” You held your arms up, turning around once over so Yelena could see that you didn’t possess any visible weapons.

She flicked her wrist down to your feet. “Shoes too.”

Your irritated look slackened at her awareness, still, you slowly bent down, reaching your fingers into your boot until they closed around the smooth wooden handle of a switchblade. You pulled the weapon out, briefly considering the odds of successfully landing damage if you lunged at her from where you were. You decided against it, knowing that it would take less time for her to activate the trigger than it would for you to attack.

Yelena held her hand out, and you reluctantly pressed the blade into her palm. “It would be a shame if I cut you up with your own knife, wouldn’t it?” She snapped it open, studying its whetted edge with eagerness.

Your eyes widened at the mention of her threat, and you backed further up against the wall, arms wrapped about your body in a miserable attempt to offer yourself some decency.

“Don’t look so scared. I won’t.” She retracted the blade and slid it into her pocket. “I have other plans for you. You’re gonna tell me everything I want to know.”

“Or else?” you combated.

Yelena grinned with amusement. “Or else? Dauntless are we? I admire that.” She took a long stride, closing in on you with her imposing height. “You’re gonna tell me everything I want to know if you don’t want your brains on my wall.” She tapped her gun against your cheek.

“You’re not gonna kill me.”

Yelena raised her eyebrows at the way you underestimated her vice.

“Commander Hange and Captain Levi wouldn’t let you see the light of day.” You chuckled. “And after they’ve been such kind hosts to you, is that any way to repay them?”

She pretended to muse over your reasoning, and then she shrugged. “Should I get my information another way then?”

You tilted your head to the side, now at a loss for words. You drew your brows together and shook your head, unable to discern what she was hinting at.

“It was easy getting you this far.” Yelena’s rich voice was strangely comforting as she spoke into your ear, the melodic rhythm of her voice lulling you into relaxation. “Your heroism is cute Y/N, but you’re not as smart as you think you are.” She coiled a strand of your hair around her lithe fingers before her hands traveled down to your chest.

“You think all your decisions are yours, but they’re not.” Her touch trailed along your breastbone, ghosting over the skin of your stomach until she met the thin fabric of your underwear.

Your mouth ran dry at the feeling of Yelena’s fingers while they lingered along your waistband. You tried to protest, but your words were stilted.  

“Nothing is. Not even those thoughts in your head, someone put them there.” she whispered, dipping her hand into your underwear while pushing her gun’s end into your temple. She delighted in your afflicted expression, eyes welling with hot tears but still soundless. She skimmed over your clit lightly, watching how your body twitched in response, and she hummed at your quiet feedback before circling the sensitive swell of your cunt with her middle finger.

Fearful of grabbing Yelena’s hand to cease her movement, you cupped your unsteady hands over your mouth instead, trying to smother your panicked sobs.

Her fingers slid down to your pussy’s orifice, forcing just the tip of her finger in and growing amused at how your hole tightened desperately with every small ministration. “You’re merely a puppet on a string—easily controlled.” The mention of her last word had her pushing two fingers up into your entrance, eliciting a strident cry from you.

Yelena moved quickly, long and lean digits thrusting in and out of your hole while your body quivered under her commanding strokes. She worked you in steady pulls, curling her middle and ring finger up against the sensitive center of your core. Her movements were effortless and adroit, playing you like an instrument while listening to your airy whimpers of indulgence—the music.

“Not even a minute ago you hated me, but your lack of resistance says otherwise.” She sunk her fingers again until she was knuckle-deep.

Your feeble pleas for Yelena to stop suggested something entirely different from the way your wet and needy walls tightened around her touch while your vocalizations grew louder. You undulated your hips in tight, urgent circles, shameless in your pleasure until you felt your orgasm tickle the bottom of your spine. A sweaty hand slid over the lapels of Yelena’s blazer, gripping the fabric while you fought to keep yourself upright.

“Take my advice.” She brought her face closer to yours, lips hardly brushing over the streaks of tears that painted your cheeks. “Being so naive will only get you killed.”

She slipped her hand out of your underwear, her fingers covered in a gossamer layer of your arousal, and the sudden absence just as you had reached the cusp of your orgasm caused your pelvis to jolt. Through glossy eyes, you looked at her own, your hold on her jacket tightening. “Please—”

Your fingertips slid down to your clothed folds, gingerly skimming over the fabric to imply what you wanted. With a sober mind, you wouldn’t have dared admit that you were surrendering to the enemy, but the residual effects of the alcohol in your system blurred all your coherent thoughts, and all you could focus on was your desperation for a climax.

“Yelena, please—”

Yelena’s hand closed around your wrist, and she forcibly pulled you off of her. “Don’t beg. Have some self-respect.”

She withdrew her gun from your forehead, ungodly eyes never leaving yours. Her pinched expression relaxed back into her classic inscrutable appearance, and she slowly lowered herself onto her knees in front of you until the top of her blonde head just barely peeked over your midriff.

The sight of seeing her shorter than you for once would have been comical if it weren’t for the aching between your thighs that took priority.

Yelena wrapped an arm around the back of your knee, and hoisted your leg over her shoulder. The hand that clutched her gun pushed it into the curve of your hip bone, spawning a small whimper of discomfort from your throat.

She glanced up at you before leaning in and lolling her tongue out, delivering a long wet lick up from your entrance to your clit.

“Oh my god—” Your words were breathless and waned into a decadent purr as Yelena continued to circle the sensitive bud with the authoritative head of her pink tongue.

With a final and potent flick, she lapped your clit into her mouth, methodically oscillating between sucking and kissing your glistening cunt until she discovered the best combination to draw out the loudest moans. The fingers she dug into your thigh migrated to your backside and pressed into the skin of your ass instead. Yelena nudged you closer to her until her nose gently grazed the skin of your pelvis every time she shifted against your center.

You whimpered her name again while your restless hands slid over your chest, tugging at the sheer material of your bra and weighing your own breasts in your palms. “I’m—”

Yelena trailed down to your hole, teasing and prodding while she dragged her touch from behind. She rested her fingers against your clit, massaging it alongside her tongue’s performance to excite you into greater stimulation.

“Yelena—” You swallowed thickly. “I’m—close—”

Half-delirious with lust, the other half—inebriation, your hand settled behind her head and you rolled your lower body against her mouth, allowing the dual sensation of her fingers and tongue to send you over the edge. Your climax surfaced in two waves, first presenting itself as a tiny shiver that painted your skin in goosebumps, but the second had you crying out fervidly while your body descended into uncontrollable spasms.

“Yelena—fuck—”

Yelena continued to urge her tongue deeper, penetrating the depths of your cunt and relishing in the way your walls tightened around her slippery muscle before she withdrew from between your thighs.

The strength of your orgasm had your knees buckling, sending your back sliding down the wall until you collapsed on the floor. Your fingers scratched pathetically against the wood surface while you quivered from the aftershock of your climax, and your heavy breathing didn’t relent. You stirred briefly, drifting in and out of clarity until your eyes flitted open to see Yelena rising to her feet in a squatted position.

She observed you thoughtfully, her warped smile matching, yet at the same time contrasting, her seemingly kind eyes. It appeared she had discarded her previous plan to pry information out of you, and debriefing you wouldn’t have been worth the effort seeing as how you could hardly form an intelligible sentence.

Yelena reached out to grab your chin, forcing your lips to part wider with her thumb, just enough for her to slide the barrel of her gun into your mouth.

The metal was leaden against your tongue and it’s sharp flavor was unpleasant, making you tug your head in the opposite direction, but Yelena’s grip was unyielding. You looked onward at her as a new surge of tears flooded your waterline, and your helpless cries were muzzled by her weapon.

She rested the end of the barrel against the roof of your mouth before clicking the hammer and rotating another bullet into place.

You strung your eyes shut, waiting for the deafening sound of gunfire, quick pain, and then terrifying silence, but when nothing came, you carefully opened your eyes, wondering if you were already dead.

Rather, you were still met with Yelena’s squinting eyes, and she hummed before pulling her gun, now daubed with your saliva, from your lips. Her eyes drifted to the floor, and she stretched a hand out to grab your bundle of clothes from your side. She held them to your chest, and you hesitantly accepted them, hugging the articles to your stark frame, then Yelena rose to her feet, peering down at you with self-approving satisfaction.

“Give the military my best.”

[manji-ro]

PBJS & PJS

SANO ‘MIKEY’ MANJIRO X F!READER

warning(s): aged up!character(s), ooc!mikey(?), fiancé!mikey, mikey has blond hair here

notes: i’m projecting onto my writing once again :) and this is also incredibly self indulgent, because i, in fact, made 2 pbjs at 3am before writing this. i apologize

it’s cold… your foggy mind comprehended the change in temperature, fingers feeling numb as you mindlessly reached to find the heated boy besides yours; but your eyes shot open when all your touch met was the silk sheets. huh?

sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, shivering as you took a glance around. your gaze landed on your cracked window. he must’ve left it open, you thought, hopping from your bed as you made your way over to close the window. still, where could he have gone? you hadn’t remembered m—

a loud crash came from your kitchen, goosebumps lining your skin as you grasped at your shirt in distress. oh my god! you felt yourself shake, tossing aside any sanity you had, opting to not reach for your phone and instead took it upon yourself to investigate the cling and clang.

door left ajar, you slid past its oak wood texture, padding softly (as you could) across the hardwood floor of your hallway and towards the doorway leading to your kitchen; your lit kitchen. it must’ve been 3 in the morning, you couldn't imagine—

another noise had you jumping in your skin, eyes roaming your surroundings for any makeshift weapon you could find; aha! you knelt with great silence, hand locking around the plastic before tip-toeing your way towards the dimly lit room of your kitchen. whoever was there, boy were they in for a surprise.

with a deep breath, you took charge, “ah!” you yelled as you jumped out, arm raised high with your weapon as the person gave their own shout; but in surprise at your appearance, “die!” you hadn’t even bothered to open your eyes, too scared to see your trespasser’s face.

“y/n! it’s me!” before you could react, a hand clasped your wrist and stopped your attack; and you blinked. ah, now you felt silly, “what the hell are you doing?” sano manjiro, your fiancé, gave you a bazaar look, shocked beyond belief yet his eyes couldn't hide his bubbling amusement.

you took a moment to breathe, bringing your arm down as you took a glance around. it seemed he had dropped a few pans, the refrigerator door wide open as the ingredients to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches sat idly on the counter, waiting to be used, “o-oh, i thought you were an intruder...”

the man huffed a laugh, raising a brow as he gestured to your hand, crossing his arms in amusement, “oh… and you were gonna take me down with a hanger?” your brows knit, taking time to look at your makeshift weapon in the light of your kitchen.

“i didn’t know it was a hanger! the hallway’s dark!” manjiro couldn’t hold his laughter anymore, letting his loud cackle bounce off the walls of your apartment as you blushed in embarrassment, “manjiro! what if you really were an intruder?!”

the blond continued to laugh, breathless and panting as he came to cup your cheeks, “ah...! well then you’d be in real trouble, i’m quite the nasty guy!” he snickered once more, giving you a soft peck as you slowly deflated. you walked into his frame, dropping the hanger as you wrapped your arms around his middle, “who knew you, my wife to be, could be so brave?!” let’s just say you weren’t enjoying his taunting antics.

with a pout, you stayed quiet, moving with the male as he jumped back into his previous task, “say, pbjs always make everyone happy,” he took a glance at your face, giving your cheek a wet kiss to see you gag in mock disgust; your smile finally finding its home on your lips, “want one?”

there was no way you’d say no to pbjs in pjs.

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