#call down the hawk [ooc]

[lingeringscars]

I fear I love ronan Lynch so bad

[sh4nksslvt]

Taste Like Home

When Luffy catches you getting a little too friendly with another crew, he pulls you aside mid-adventure to reclaim your lips—and remind you exactly who you belong to.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, ooc, jealous luffy, chaotic romance a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe n akward word count: 1k

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: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

Luffy was not the jealous type. At least, not openly.

He didn’t throw tantrums. He didn’t scowl. He didn’t sulk (okay, maybe a little). But when he missed you, when his chest ached in that weird, warm way it did only when you weren’t close enough—he did act.

It started with a weird silence during breakfast.

You were laughing at something Sanji said while Luffy... just stared at you from across the table, pancake hanging halfway out of his mouth. Big, dark eyes locked onto yours like a hawk, not blinking, not smiling—just watching.

You had to wave a hand in front of his face.

“Yo, Captain Daydream, you good?”

He blinked slowly, tilted his head. “You smell different.”

You raised a brow. “Hygiene. You should try it sometime.”

He didn’t laugh. Just got up and walked around the table, leaning close enough that you had to lean back.

“You’re not wearing my shirt,” he murmured.

The crew froze.

Zoro snorted into his cup. “Are we at that stage now?”

You rolled your eyes. “It was dirty, Lu. I washed it.”

Luffy’s mouth twisted like that was the worst answer imaginable.

.

.

The crew had docked on Coral Cove Island—a little fishing town lined with rainbow-painted docks and salty air. The mission was simple: stock up, unwind, don’t blow up any buildings this time.

You, of course, had wandered off with your own list and ended up running into a friendly crew called the Shellbacks. They were loud, fun, and competitive. Naturally, you’d challenged their swordsman to a spar, beat him in five minutes, and somehow became their new honorary crewmate by the time Luffy arrived.

And Luffy?

He didn’t like that.

He sat on the nearby barrels, arms crossed, hat low over his eyes while you ruffled one of the Shellback’s hair and cheered at their stories.

“Y/N,” he called out flatly.

You turned. “Yeah?”

“Time to go.”

You blinked. “I just got here—”

“We’re leaving.”

Your eyes narrowed. He was already walking away, back tense.

The Shellbacks looked at you with raised brows.

You sighed. “Guess Captain needs his emotional support human.”

.

.

“Okay, what’s up with you?”

You caught up with him halfway down the dock, tugging on his vest until he stopped. His jaw was set, pout forming.

“You were gonna stay with them instead of me.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “We were talking.”

“You sparred with their swordsman.”

“And?”

“You laughed like you do with me.”

You paused. That made your brows furrow, a little sting in your heart at how small his voice got.

“Lu... are you—jealous?”

He squinted at you. “I don’t know. I just didn’t like it. You’re my crew. My favorite.”

You softened. Luffy didn’t know the words for most feelings, but he felt them hard. Deep. All-consuming.

“I wasn’t replacing you,” you said gently. “You’re kind of... impossible to replace.”

His eyes flicked to your mouth. “Still not wearing my shirt.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm.”

And then he stepped close—one hand sliding to your waist, another catching your chin.

“Lu?”

“Just wanna check something.”

And he kissed you.

.

.

It started soft. Almost unsure. His lips moved over yours like he was remembering the shape of them. His hand tightened around your waist as his nose brushed your cheek, breath warm and sweet with leftover syrup.

Then you kissed back.

Your hands fisted in his vest, pulling him close, swallowing the low noise that rumbled in his throat. Luffy pushed forward, walking you backward until your back hit a wooden post. His hat tilted with the movement, casting both your faces in shadow. He grinned against your mouth.

“You still taste like me,” he murmured.

You tugged his hair lightly. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“I missed your flavor.”

You laughed. “You’re such a dork—”

He kissed you again, harder this time.

His tongue swept past your lips without warning, and you gasped—he stole the sound, lips slanting deeper, chest pressing to yours. You melted, caught between the warm wood and your captain’s sun-kissed body.

By the time he pulled back, both of you were breathless.

He licked his lips.

“Still missed it.”

You wheezed. “You’re insatiable.”

Luffy just grinned. “Duh. I’m a pirate shishishi.”

.

.

By the time you got back to the Sunny, your face still felt warm.

Nami raised a brow. “You two disappear and now your mouth’s swollen?”

“Bitten by jealousy,” you mumbled.

Luffy happily dropped down next to her. “I won.”

She blinked. “Won what?”

He wrapped his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you down beside him. “Y/N.”

You squirmed. “I’m not a prize—”

“You’re my prize,” he said, absolutely shameless.

Zoro grunted. “Disgusting.”

Usopp nodded solemnly. “I agree for once.”

Luffy just nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing your ear.

“You’re not allowed to taste like anyone else.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

.

.

You found yourself unable to sleep. The sea was calm, the sky blanketed with stars, and the moonlight pooled silver across the Sunny’s deck.

Luffy found you again. He always did.

You felt his presence before you heard him—warmth against your back, arms curling around your middle.

“I meant it,” he said into your neck.

You leaned back into him. “I know.”

He tilted your chin again, gaze heavy with something almost too intense to name.

“I don’t know how to say it like Sanji or that talking snail you like—”

You chuckled. “It’s called a novel.”

“Whatever. But I do know you’re mine.”

You raised a brow. “Oh, possessive now?”

His grin widened. “SHISHISHI only with you!”

He kissed you again—slower, deeper, hands tracing your hips with the kind of reverence usually reserved for treasure maps. You arched into it, threading your fingers through his hair, gasping softly when he licked into your mouth like he had all the time in the world.

He did. For you.

He was the Pirate King in the making, after all.

And you? You were already the treasure.

[internetladyfables]

[Headcanons] Hugo Vlad: with Pregnant!Reader

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader. tw: pregnancy (obviously). Requested by anon. Hugo with a daughter.

When it’s confirmed that you’re pregnant, Hugo goes still for a moment. Then his lips form a soft smile and he murmurs, “So… I’m going to be a father,” as rests his forehead against yours, cradling your face like you’re the most fragile thing in the world.

Becomes very attentive, watching you like a hawk, without making it too obvious, of course. He accompanies you more often, especially in public. 

Has become extra soft. Late at night, he holds you, his eyes fixed on the belly as his hand is softly rubbing it, he whispers: “I never thought I’d have something… so fragile, so important.” It’s one of the rarest moments when you see Hugo without a mask — in his most vulnerable state.

He hides it well, but he’s scared of something happening to you, of not being good enough. Kisses, encouraging words and a confirmation that he’s doing well from you can help drive away his self-doubt.

Still a gentleman. You’re not lifting a finger — he handles everything. He carries everything — your things, bags, groceries. 

Still a tease. Pregnancy doesn’t stop him from teasing, it just changes the target. “Well, well, someone’s getting spoiled. Must be nice having me around, hm?”

Talks to the belly. When you’re alone, he whispers to the baby in a mock-serious tone: “Listen here, little one. Once you’re out, we’ll plan your first heist. But right now, let your mother sleep, yes?”

Keeps all the ultrasound photos. He has a hidden place with every single scan and notes from doctors about your conditions and symptoms.

Once he understands that cravings are serious business, he commits. Dramatically. You crave a pickled strawberry tart at 3 a.m.? He’ll dramatically sneak out like he’s on a mission and return with exactly what you want, grinning from ear to ear like he just committed the heist of the century.

If you snap at him due to mood swings, he’ll take it with no offence. He’ll get down on a knee, take your hand and kiss it in a mock-sorrow.”How cold! So cruel! But I understand, you're merely possessed by hormones. A terrifying, beautiful, gorgeous goddess of wrath.”  After that you can’t be angry at him.

Or if you get emotional over silly things, he matches your energy. “This kitten is so cute!” As you sob over cat videos. “YES! AN EPITOME OF CUTENESS!” He mock-swoons beside you.

If you haven’t agreed on the name yet, he will call the baby ‘little bat’ as a pet name.

Absolutely panics when the labour starts. He may look calm outside. But inside? Screaming. But will never leave your side, he will be with you until he sees your masterpiece out.

[cumironi]

YUMMMMM.ᐟ

suguru geto. your older stepbrother who turns your life upside down when the second he returns to your hometown, living near you again after all these years living in Tokyo. You used to have a crush on him when you were little. His tall figure, jet-black long hair, sharp purple eyes, muscle, and everything, he's perfect. When you hit puberty you sometimes wonder how it feels like to get fucked by him, and the day you turn 25, the wish suddenly comes true.

beware. OOC!Suguru Geto, stepbrother!Suguru, hair-pulling, anal, aged up Suguru, name-calling, dirty talk, suggestive convertation.

⠀⠀ ⠀My social life has taken a beating since my stepbrother, Suguru Geto, returned to town. Sure, when I was sixteen and he was nineteen and just heading off to college, it was totally cool to hang with him. Not that we had much in common, but still. Now, inching close to 25, it’s not nearly as fun anymore. After graduation, he moved off to Tokyo, while I stuck around Kyoto. And so, we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time together…for quite a while. But now, he’s back. For good, he says.

⠀⠀ ⠀And he’s totally cramping my style.

⠀⠀ ⠀Oh, don’t get me wrong. Suguru is one fine ass boy, no doubt. He’s big, over six feet tall, and built like a tank...all muscle, without an ounce of fat on him. Add in the pretty boy's smile, pale skin, shining bright purple eyes… and he’s the boy next door that my friends drool over whenever he interrupts our girls’ night out. Sadly, he’s also a stepbrother who doesn’t want his stepsister getting it on with anyone. Ever.

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s never said the words, but he seems to make damn sure he stands close to me in the clubs, hovering over me, watching me like a hawk. While my girls are off getting their freak on, I’m chatting it up with Suguru.

⠀⠀ ⠀Much like tonight.

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s my 25th birthday. Yup. Big. Two. Five.

⠀⠀ ⠀Maki and Nobara are on the dance floor, their boyfriends grinding against their asses while they move to the beat. And damn, their men are fine, all muscles and covered in smooth skin.

⠀⠀ ⠀That is what I need.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Y/n? Are you listening to me?”

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru’s lips brush my ear and I fight against the shiver that races down my spine. I turn to him with a wide smile, bite back my irritation. He’s sweet. A very, very sweet temptation. I could gladly gorge myself on his brand of sugar, with hopefully, a hint of spice. And I don’t want a damn bit of nice. I turn my head to the side and yell so he can hear me. “Of course I’m listening. You were just saying that you were gonna get me another margarita.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I press a smacking kiss to his cheek, leaving a nice smear of lipstick behind. When I pull back to smile at him, he just rolls his eyes and screams back to me. “Last one.” I nod. Always the ever-dutiful, little stepsister. “I mean it!” He points a finger at me, scowl in place.

⠀⠀ ⠀Later, I’ll blame it on the alcohol. Now, I blame it on his hotness. I lean forward and swallow his finger, run my tongue along the digit suckle it, and slide along the length until he slips free of my mouth. I nip the tip, scrape my teeth over the pad, and then give it a chaste kiss before I lean back. “Thank you, Suguru.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He looks shell-shocked, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish. An adorable, totally fuckable, boy fish. He gives himself a full body shake and then rises from his stool, looking at me like I’ve got two fucking heads.

⠀⠀ ⠀I don’t.

⠀⠀ ⠀But he does.

⠀⠀ ⠀One upper and one lower… Yum. Lower.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Y/n!” A hand slaps my bare shoulder and I turn to find Maki and Nobara standing nearby, both wearing their “I’m totally about to ditch you so I can get freaky with my man” smiles. “Bitch” Straight up. “Both of y’all are bitch.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Maki leans forward first, pulling me into a hug. “Suguru can take you home, right?” I release her with a roll of my eyes and give Nobara a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Suguru can take me home. Did I mention y’all were a bitch?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re just a jealous bitch.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I raise my eyebrows. “And?”

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s the same old thing. They go home with their men and I go home with...no one. Except Suguru. Who I can’t have. I wave the two couples off and watch out for my brother, his ass weaving through the crowd toward me, my drink in his hand. Damn, we’d look so gorgeous together. I smile to myself only thinking about it.

⠀⠀ ⠀He slides onto the stool and sets my drink before me. The lovely, green light blinds me, I wrap my hand around the cool, sweating glass and bring it to my lips. Focusing on Suguru, I lap at the stand and, run my tongue along the rim a moment before I take a sip of the tart beverage. His attention’s all over me, eating me up with his eyes, mouth slightly parted, and staring at me like he’s a starving man…and I’m having dinner.

⠀⠀ ⠀Yum.

⠀⠀ ⠀Placing my drink on the table, I lean forward and brace myself with a hand on his thigh, squeeze the muscle that flexes beneath my palm before venturing farther north, then brush against his groin with my fingertips. “Y/n…” I hear the warning in his voice and I don’t care. I’ve wanted him for far too long. Worst-case scenario? He gets pissed, and stops tagging the fuck along. Score for me! ‘Cause that means he can’t rain on my “please dear God let me get laid” parade any longer. A large hand encircles my wrist, keeps me from moving. I stick out my lower lip and pout. “Suguru…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re drunk.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m horny, I’ve been attracted to you for forever, and I want to get fucked for my birthday.” I yank free of his hold and snag my purse from the tabletop before sliding from the stool. A quick tug on my tight miniskirt puts things back where they belong, and then I focus again on my stepbrother. “Since it’s obvious you’re not up,” I flick a glance at his groin to make sure he gets the innuendo, “for the challenge, I’ll go home and take care of things myself. Or grab a man on my way out the door.” I step close to him. “Maybe this boy is too intimidated to give a sista a good time. Maybe there’s someone here who can give me what I need.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I spin on my heel and weave my way toward the door, surveying my options. Oh, I get plenty of looks. With my smooth skin, beautiful feature, and a curvaceous body to boot, I’m a catch for any man. I’ve got great tits, and also a big booty that men love to grab onto when they fuck me from behind.

⠀⠀ ⠀Hell, as horny as I am right now, I’d take just about any man who knows what to do with his cock—no matter how old or who he was. Then, I see a man that just may do, and drag one of my fingernails along his arm as I pass, give him a wink that has him turning toward me and stepping in my direction. Only to be brought up short by Suguru.

⠀⠀ ⠀Mother. Fucker.

⠀⠀ ⠀Okay, he’s not really. But I wouldn’t terribly mind him being a sister fucker right about now. I don’t hear what he says, but the guy I’d set my sights on returns to his friends while Suguru continues to come after me. I roll my eyes and get back on my way. In a handful of steps, I’m out of the stifling, cloying air of the club and into the cool night.

⠀⠀ ⠀A body presses into me from behind, a large erection grinding into my ass, and the scent I’d recognize anywhere surrounds me. “You’re a cock-tease, Y/n.” Hands appear on my hips, flex, and then tighten their grip while he rubs his dick along my crack. “Teasers get punished, even if she happens to be my sister. You’ve pushed me too far—and now you’re going to get what you’re asking for.” Suguru nuzzles my neck, teeth scrape my skin, and then his lips nibble my earlobe. “You ready for that? Ready for your brother to fill your pussy with his big cock? Pull your hair? Spank this beautiful, ass for being a bad girl?”

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m aching and hot and wet as fuck. Like cream will be sliding down my thighs at any moment wet. My nipples had hardened with the cool air, but now they’re rock-fucking-hard for an entirely different reason. I don’t want to answer him, afraid of him turning away, but I can’t keep quiet. “Yes.” I moan when one hand snakes around me, then slide down my stomach to rest right above my needy mound. “Fuck me. Yes, I’m ready.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, baby, I will.” He releases me for a split second and snags my hand, twines my fingers with his, and tugs me into the parking lot. “But no bitching when I mess up your hair.” My hair. Lord, how many arguments have we gotten into over my hair. He’s fascinated with all the different looks I’ve had over the years, getting it done just about every weekend. And he always has to play with it.

⠀⠀ ⠀No one touches a woman’s hair. We spend way too much time and money for someone to just fuck it up. At the car, I finally answer him, hand on his crotch, stroking his bulge. “Oh, Suguru, you fuck me right, and you can do anything you want.” I nibble his lower lip and then slide into his SUV, leaving him there to glare at me for a moment while he adjusts his hard cock. Then, he moves around the vehicle to settle behind the steering wheel.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Not another word, Y/n.”

⠀⠀ ⠀With a lick of my lips, I eye his cock, but remain quiet throughout the drive. Suguru navigates the streets of downtown Kyoto with ease, and it’s not long before we’re pulling up in front of his house, a sprawling, ranch-style home with more space than he could ever need. I wait while he climbs from the SUV and comes around to hold the door open for me. I keep my mouth shut, smile in place as I follow him up the walk. I watch the shift of his ass in his slacks and I just want to taste it, sink my teeth in, and take a bite out of his cute little butt.

⠀⠀ ⠀Yeah, I’ve got a bit of an ass fetish.

⠀⠀ ⠀Actually, I think it’s more of a “Suguru” fetish.

⠀⠀ ⠀A quick walk up the path and we’re inside within moments, the interior wrapping us in darkness. Then, Suguru’s wrapping me in him. The door closes with a soft click, and just like that, my back’s slammed against the solid wood surface, while my brother presses against me from the front. Before I can blink, he has my wrists pinned above my head, leaving me at his mercy.

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuck, I like being at his mercy.

⠀⠀ ⠀His face is right there, less than an inch from mine, lips merely a stretch away…and I ache to kiss him. Suguru flexes his hips, his cock growing harder with each passing second it’s pushed against me. I wiggle in response, pussy needy and hurting, begging to be filled. I know my panties are soaked, and soon, the cream will be coating my upper thighs, the thong not much protection against my arousal.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru…” I want him. Damn, I want this man. Want him to fuck me, make me come, make me scream his name while he pulls my hair and pounds his big dick into me. My pussy, my ass, my mouth. His cock. Never had an older boy, but damn, it just adds a bit more of the forbidden to this, this thing between sister and brother. Then there’s the fact that my brother has me pinned…

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m hot, horny, needy and so fucking ready to come.

⠀⠀ ⠀He moans and closes the distance left between us, lips on mine, tongue delving into my mouth and sweeping through, tasting me like I’m tasting him. A hint of scotch explodes over my taste buds as I stroke and tease him, search out his natural flavor while I suck on his tongue, all the while showing him just how well I can treat him.

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru rocks his hips against me, and I bring my leg up to go around his waist, dig my heel into his ass, open my thighs to him so he can rub precisely where I ache. He transfers his hold on my wrists to one hand, and then he’s gripping my knee, holding me in place, thick cock teasing my pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀He breaks the kiss for a moment. “Wrap your legs around me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, Suguru.” I do as he asks, ankles locked around his waist to hold them in place, then he releases my arms and knee to grip my ass with his large hands. “That’s it baby.” I’m being held up by his hands cupping my butt cheeks and the door against my back, with his bulge giving me the friction I need. My pussy’s clenching on air, my slutty cunt’s looking to be filled, more than ready for his big dick. Each flex of his hips sends another frisson of arousal down my spine. “Suguru. So good.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He kneads my ass, fingers flexing and squeezing. I want him in me, coming and making me come, filling me up with his hot load. “Like that? Like your brother rubbing your pussy with his dick? You always used to tease me, Y/n. Talk about how boys don’t know how to fuck a woman. You want it, don’t you? Want this fat cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes, Suguru, I do. Please…” He presses harder and I gasp, roll my head against the cold surface of the door, so eager to get fucked by my brother. “Come on, sis. Let me give you what you need.” All at once, the security of the door leaves me and I’m clinging to Suguru like a scared child, arms around his shoulders and a scream in my throat. “I got you, Y/n. Not going to let anything happen to you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I know what I am, and thin isn’t it. I’m thick. Real thick in a lot of places, and definitely not light. But Suguru’s carrying me like I weigh nothing. Feeling a little more secure, I turn my attention to keeping his motor running, licking and nibbling his neck, kissing just below his ear, and reveling in the moans that I get in return.

⠀⠀ ⠀Before I know it, I’m flying through the air, landing on his big bed with a bounce, a laugh on my lips, my need for him to fill me still unwavering. I’m staring at him, his broad shoulders, heaving chest, the huge bulge in his pants. I want it. Want to taste him. To suck him. “Next time, baby. You touch me and I’ll explode. I just want to eat that chocolate pussy until you scream, and then fuck you dry.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru…” I whimper, squirming, rubbing my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the ache. He tears his shirt off, showing me all of his muscles, his six-pack abs, and those cute little lines at his hips. Now there, I wanna lick. Love those. Wanna nibble and see if they’re as big a turn-on for him as they are for me.

⠀⠀ ⠀His pants are next, practically torn from his body. Big bro’s gone commando, showing me his large, cock in an instant. Damn the boy’s hung. Long and thick and all for me. The head’s an angry red, like it’s dying to slam into me. Fuck yeah.

⠀⠀ ⠀I open my legs, tiny skirt sliding to my waist with ease while I show him my G-string clad pussy. I take one hand and slide a finger along the wet fabric, shudder at the pleasure that shoots through me. “What’re you waiting for then? Come eat my pussy.” Suguru kneels on the bed and moves between my legs, stroking that big dick while he watches me rub myself. “Fuck yeah, look at how wet you are. All that cream for me, baby? Are you wet for me?”

⠀⠀ ⠀He brushes my hand aside, mimics my moves, and touches me like I’ve wanted to be touched for so long. I lean back on my elbows and, drop my head back, fully enjoying his caresses and moaning each time he skims my clit. “Yes, all for you. Yours.” I’m panting, but I whimper when he pulls his hand away, then gasp when my G-string suddenly disappears with a quick tug on the fabric, leaving my cunt exposed to the cool air.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Look at all that cream.” He smiles at me before he shifts his position, bends down, and rubs his rough cheek against my inner thigh. “Smells so good. So hot for me. You want me to lick this pussy, Y/n? Want your brother to make you scream?”

⠀⠀ ⠀His heated breath fans over my wet lower lips. “Please… Eat me, Suguru. Then I want that fat cock to fuck me.” I watch while he slips his tongue out and laps at my slit, tip skating over my needy flesh, a moan forming deep in my chest.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You taste so sweet, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He dives back in, separates my nether lips, fingers holding me open while he licks me from entrance to clit and back again. He circles my opening, teasing those sensitive nerves, leaving me panting. Suguru travels up to my exposed button, flick, flick, flicking the nub, shots of pleasure zipping through me, lightning singeing each of my nerve endings as my muscles spasm in response.

⠀⠀ ⠀I try to hold back, but I can’t. I drop my weight to the mattress and fist his hair, flex my fingers and dig my nails into his scalp. “Fuck yes, give it to me.” He moans against my heat and a finger slides into my pussy, stroking my walls a few times before he fills me with two. “That’s it. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru sucks on my clit, digits stroking in time with the movements of his mouth, the squishing sounds of him moving in and out of me mingling nicely with my harsh breathing. He strokes that neglected place inside me, rubbing against my G-spot with every thrust and retreat. I move one of my hands from his head and tug my top aside to reveal my breasts. I pinch my chocolate brown nipple and pull on the hard nub. I rock my hips, move with him, whisper and whimper while he works over my spasming pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…there…please…lick that pussy.” He moans, sucks harder, shoves three fingers into my cunt, and a pinch of pain joins my pleasure. Ecstasy’s gathering, slithering through me, connecting all of the nerves in my body and forcing my muscles to twitch. My orgasm’s inching closer, growing bigger and bigger, gathering speed and intensity with each passing second.

⠀⠀ ⠀“That cunt taste good? You like licking your sister’s pussy?” Fuck. That nasty talk sends a tremor of pleasure down my spine, forcing my back to arch, a scream from my throat. This is my brother, Suguru… My new lover.

⠀⠀ ⠀He pulls his mouth away, but replaces his tongue with the thumb of his other hand, presses and circles my throbbing clit while he keeps pumping his digits in and out of me. “Come on my hand, baby. You taste so fucking good. Bet you’ll feel better when you let go. Come on my hand and I’ll give you my fat cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes, yes, yes…”

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m so close, so damned close. It’s right there, within reach, and I want it more than my next breath. I release his hair completely and pinch the nipple on my other breast, add more pain to the pleasure.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Do it, Y/n. Gimme your cum.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuckfuckfuck...”

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s on me now, filling me and sending me flying high, fireworks forming behind my eyelids while I scream Suguru’s name and come all of his fingers like he asked. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I’m a ball of pure pleasure and I love every second of it, the bliss my brother has given me pours through my veins, sending me higher and higher with each thrust of his hand.

⠀⠀ ⠀Trembling, breathing heavy and urging him on, I gasp when he crawls up me, thrusts that thick dick into my sopping wet pussy, stretching me even more.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru!”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck yeah. Take your brother’s cock.” He pulls out and slams in again, jarring us both, sending the bed banging against the wall. “Take it all.” I arch and flex against him, meet his thrusts, wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me. His dick hits even more of those hidden places in my cunt, the head of his prick stroking and teasing me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Give it to me. Want it all.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He growls and pushes all the way into me, holds his hips against mine and grinds, tiny circles that press his pubic bone against my sensitive clit. “You’re such a dirty little slut. Getting fucked by your brother. Taking this cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“More!” I plant my heels on the mattress, try to buck and force him to move.

⠀⠀ ⠀He keeps up the small movements. “Beg me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Please. Please, Suguru, fuck me. Give me your big dick. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” I’m breathless, needy and wanting and ready to do just about anything he asks. Suguru withdraws and then shoves forward again, my tits bouncing with the thrust, bed banging as a scream of pleasure gathers in my throat.

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s so good. My cunt’s still spasming and squeezing his cock with every entrance. Again and again he pushes into my tight, wet heat. I scratch his back, dig in my nails, love the way pleasure and pain dance across his features. He’s loving this as much as I am…and I revel in the fact I’m able to give this to him.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Harder. More.” I’m demanding, but I don’t care. I want this. Want him so badly.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fucking slut, aren’t you?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“For you.” Only for him. Yeah, I’ve had plenty of sex, but I’ve never been this hot or this needy. “That’s right. This is my pussy.” He withdraws and shoves forward, pistoning like a fucking jackhammer.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mine, mine, mine…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes!”

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s pounding me hard. And the rhythmic slam, slam, slam of the bed makes me happy he lives in a house and not in an apartment. I meet each thrust, our skin slapping together, bodies colliding as pleasure rises with each passing moment. I’m so close to coming, shattering around him. My pussy’s milking him, orgasm approaching once again.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Gonna come, Suguru. Come on your dick.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Do it. Come on, baby. Give it to your brother like the slut you are.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuckfuckfuck…

⠀⠀ ⠀‘Cause it’s there, pouring through me and slamming headlong into my pussy. I tighten my hold, back arched and yelling, but I’m not too sure what—‘cause the pleasure is simply…overwhelming. I’m sobbing, clawing, pulling him closer, but he keeps up his bruising thrusts, keeps drawing out the ecstasy…on and on and on. Dear god, help me.

⠀⠀ ⠀He growls and yanks my arms from around him, flips me over, and then fills me once again. I’m on my hands and knees before him, Suguru holding my hips with a bruising grip, yanking me back and forth over his dick. The slapping sounds from our bodies colliding echoes in the room, while his balls hitting my clit with each of his thrusts sends me flying high once again. It’s so good. So hot. So fucking unbelievable. One of his hands moves to my shoulder as the other grips and fists my hair.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck yeah, Suguru. Give it to me hard.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Then it begins in earnest. Suguru yanks me against each of his thrusts, the sting of him tugging my hair working through me and joining in on the pleasure. My pussy’s creaming while more and more of my arousal slides down my thighs, coating the two of us. Sweat covers my back with Suguru’s mingling with mine. I love being this close to him. I’ve waited so fucking long for this.

⠀⠀ ⠀He keeps up the pace. More, I want so much more…

⠀⠀ ⠀I palm one of my breasts, tug on my nipple, moan and groan while he works me over, takes pleasure from my body, gives back just as much. “Like that? Take my fat dick, Y/n.” He’s breathing heavy, panting.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a sweet pussy.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…” I hiss, his grip tightening.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re gonna come one more time. One more, baby. And then I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass of yours.” My pussy tightens, anxious and ready. “Anyone taken your ass, baby? Fucked this dark hole? It wants me, wants me to shove my dick in there.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“No, no one.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He releases my hair, grabs one cheek, his thumb sliding along the crease. “Gonna take your cherry then, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…” I want it, want my brother to take it. This is the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. It’s hard and rough and he’s my brother with a cock that doesn’t seem to quit. The hand on my ass moves to between my thighs, finds my throbbing clit, and he rubs the nub, quick and dirty like his fucking.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck…yeah…gonna…” ‘Cause I am. I’m gonna come all over his cock, squeeze and milk him while pleasure takes over every inch of me. I scream and yell, claw the sheets while my veins spark and burn, fire dancing along every single nerve in my body. Muscles spasm and tighten, toes curl in my shoes. Hell no. I’m not letting this boy go anytime soon. Not if he fucks me this good. And I come again, third time’s the charm, absolute bliss exploding in each and every one of my cells while he keeps it up, continues to give me pleasure while wave after wave of ecstasy takes me higher.

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuck, it’s so good, so hot…scorching me from the inside out and back again.

⠀⠀ ⠀This time, Suguru lets me calm a little before he pulls out, hands on my ass, separating the cheeks and exposing me fully. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to let them in the “back door,” but this is Suguru…and I know he’d never do anything to hurt me.

⠀⠀ ⠀His fingers play over my aroused flesh, dip to my pussy, and then ghost over my asshole, teasing me, and I shiver at the contact, the strange sensation I feel. “Shh…nice and easy, baby. Reach into that drawer over there and grab the lube.” With a stretch, I do as he asks, snag the bottle of clear liquid, and then hold it out for him. I get a wink from Suguru before I turn back around, lower my chest to the mattress and just relax, take what he’s about to give me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a pretty little asshole.” A cool finger teases the entrance and another shudder overtakes me. “It’s just begging for my cock, baby.” Then, that finger slides in easy, not a hint of pain, and the first stirrings of pleasure start throbbing in time with my heart.

⠀⠀ ⠀I moan and push back against the intrusion. It’s strange, but so good.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Want more, Y/n?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Please…” I whimper. He gives me what I beg for, eases another finger into my asshole, and still, no pain—just unimaginable pleasure. He thrusts in and out of me, fingers scissoring and stretching my virgin hole, prepping me to take that fat cock of his. “Suguru…” I whine, ready for more.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a needy slut.” He doesn’t sound too upset by the idea, and gives me another finger. This time, I feel the pinch of pain and I gasp, then my body stills for a moment. “Easy, baby. Breathe through it. It’s gonna feel so good, just give it a minute.” He strokes my back, hand sliding along my spine while he gently slides in and out of my asshole, getting me ready to get fucked back there.

⠀⠀ ⠀And he’s right. I am needy. In moments, I’m panting again, just waiting for him to plow into me with his dick. “Suguru, give it to me. Fuck me. Fill me with your cum already.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What a naughty girl.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Hearing the laugh in his voice, I look over my shoulder. “Only for you.” He just barks out another laugh, and then those sweet fingers disappear, only to be replaced with the head of his cock kissing my asshole. “Nice and easy, Y/n. Push out a little while I push in. Then, I promise you’re going to feel so good, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I force myself to relax, put my trust in Suguru and do as he asks. Inch by stretching inch, I accept his dick, body parting for him, his cock stroking unknown nerves and pleasure points. He feeds me his prick. And as seconds slip away, before I know it, he’s thrusting into my asshole, spearing me with his hard shaft.

⠀⠀ ⠀Losing track of time, I refocus as his hips rest against mine, balls brushing my pussy. Suguru strokes my back, fingers dancing over my skin, touching and caressing me so tenderly. He teases my ass, fingers playing along my hole where he’s penetrating me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You should see this. So sweet, so pretty. Your asshole’s just sucking me in and keeping me hot.” He pulls out a little and then eases back into me, yanking a gasp and moan from deep in my chest. “That’s it, baby, nice and easy.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He does it again, retreat and advance, breaks me apart. I’m so full, I think I’m gonna burst, blow up and burn in a fire that’s threatening to consume me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Like that?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Hell yeah. Do me harder, please..”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Shit, baby.” He groans, but listens, pulls out and pushes in with more force, gives and takes with increased passion. “Sweetest, tight little ass.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Pound me with that big dick, brother. Show me what a good fuck you are.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a slut.” There’s still no malice, just arousal tingeing his voice, and he gives me what I long for. It’s like the chains he’s had on himself melt away. Suguru withdraws and then shoves forward, hard enough for the bed to pick up its banging, his balls smacking my pussy and sending light tingles along my spine. The scent of our sex surrounds us, the musk filling the air, permeating our pores.

⠀⠀ ⠀On and on he goes, in and out, in and out, slap, slap, slap…

⠀⠀ ⠀I never knew. Never knew that anal sex could feel so good, so right, and make me come. It’s right there, close enough to reach out and grab. I’m full and stuffed and stretched, the pinch melding with the pleasure until I’m a glowing balloon of ecstasy, growing larger with every passing second. My breathing’s labored, even harder than before. I’m exhausted, fucked-tired, and just ready to come so I can pass the fuck out. Suguru can keep going for all I care, but I just need to rest for a minute.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You gonna come, baby? Your ass is begging for it, milking my dick.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mmm-hmm…” I can’t really talk. I can mumble a little, though. ‘Cause I want it, want him to paint me from the inside out. He slaps my ass, waking me up in an instant, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“That’s what I’m doing, baby.” He spanks me again, harder this time, the burn shoving my orgasm closer.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru!”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, yeah, you like that.” I can feel his smug attitude radiating from behind me, and he deserves every bit of those feelings because he’s right.

⠀⠀ ⠀Actually, he’s wrong. I don’t just like it—I fucking love it.

⠀⠀ ⠀Another smack, another jolt. Again and again, in time with his strokes, shoving in and yanking out of my asshole while he spanks my cheeks. I feel the heat and pain mingling in the pleasure his fucking’s creating, rolling together and creating a wave of undeniable ecstasy. It’s growing and growing larger by the second until I’m filled with it. Every nook and cranny inside my body is consumed by the sensation he’s creating.

⠀⠀ ⠀He fucks me harder, deeper, banging into me, our breathing growing heavier, mixing with the sounds of our bodies meeting and the bed hitting the wall with each of his powerful thrusts.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Come in me, Suguru. Do it. Fill me with your cum.” I moan and groan, gasp when he hits me once again. Shit. Right there, oh, yeah…that sends me over the edge, sends me flying high and screaming his name while my pussy and ass clamp down, milk and spasm. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my pussy filled at the same time. “Yes, god, yes…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Y/n. Baby…”

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s jerking against me, fingers digging into my hips, probably leaving bruises behind, but I don’t mind. His cock’s growing thicker inside me, jerking, and then the splash of his hot cum is hitting my inner walls, spurting inside me. He rocks with me, our bodies moving as one while more and more of his seed comes out of his dick and into me.

⠀⠀ ⠀Slowly, by moments, we calm, our breathing returning to normal, and then Suguru slumps to the side, bringing me with him, his cock still sheathed in my ass. He kisses the back of my neck, so tender and sweet. “Oh, baby. That was…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mmm-hmm.” I wiggle against him, his dick slowly softening inside me. I can still feel the stretch and heat of him, his cum dribbling from my hole.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Stay here, baby.” He eases from my back passage and I whimper, reach back for him, but he’s already gone. I watch while he pads naked to the bathroom and returns moments later with two washcloths. He reaches for me, but I hold out my hand. “Stop it. Let me take care of you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He presses a quick kiss on my shoulder and nudges my hand away, taking care of cleaning me up, wiping away the evidence of his pleasure. Then, after he’s done with me, he does the same to himself.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Pain in my ass, Suguru,” I grumble, not really meaning it, but it’s what we do. We argue about how annoying we are to each other.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Only if you ask nicely,” he replies.

⠀⠀ ⠀I snort.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You were begging, and not too long ago.” He snuggles behind me, his cock nestling along the crack of my ass, arms draped over me. “I believe it was something along the lines of ‘give me your big dick. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.’ But I could be wrong.” I look over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at him. “You’re a asshole.” He raises a single brow. “That’s what you’ve got? ‘You’re a asshole?’”

⠀⠀ ⠀I narrow my eyes and glare at him.

⠀⠀ ⠀“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take that. I’ll also take you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What’re you talking about?”

⠀⠀ ⠀He scrapes his teeth along my shoulder, nibbles my skin. “I’m keeping you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You can’t keep me! I’m my own wo—”

⠀⠀ ⠀He silences me with a kiss. And it’s almost enough to make me lose my “mad.” Almost. “Hush. You are your own woman, but now, you’re also mine. Don’t worry. You can still hang out with your bitch. You just won’t be picking up men anymore. I’m your man now.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What?” My mouth opens wide in surprise. “You did not just call my friends bitch!” I get another kiss, but this time, while he shifts me to my back and thrusts into my pussy again. His cock’s hard and thick, filling me, a shot of ecstasy spreading from my pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀“I did. And I am your man.” He withdraws and eases forward, nice and gentle. “No one else is fucking this pussy. I’ve ruined you, haven’t I? Say it.” He pulls out, pushes back in. “Say it, baby.” He nibbles my lower lip, rains kisses along my jaw and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “Say it,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru. You’re my man.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Your brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀God, this is so slow and sweet… Feels so damn good I’m gonna come again. Come all over his cock. “My brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a hot woman. My little sis. And I’m your brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He thrusts home, grinds his hips against me, rubbing my clit just right and yanking a scream from me. “My brother!”

⠀⠀ ⠀I throw my head back, arching and yelling, pleasure bursting through me as I find my release once again. It’s not as strong as before, but deeper, more meaningful. ‘Cause it’s my man, my big bro doing this for me, and not some quick fuck I’ve picked up. “That’s it, baby. Gonna come in this sweet pussy.” He’s breathing heavy again, increasing his pace a little, thrusting harder.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Come in my cunt, Suguru. Fill me up. Give it to me.” I claw his back, run my nails along his spine and dig my heels into his ass checks, pull him into me with more force.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck. Baby…” Then he’s there, coming in me, dick swelling, jerking inside my heat, and spurt after spurt of his cum fills my pussy. He jerks—once, twice, three times before he slumps over me, body shaking, tremors traveling through him with every breath.

⠀⠀ ⠀I stroke his back, soothe him while he catches his breath.

⠀⠀ ⠀He really is a good man. And as long as he fucks me like this every day, I figure I can handle having him as mine.

⠀⠀ ⠀Happy Birthday to me.

[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚ I Will Always Love You

✧.* Pair - Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Angst, crying, begging, breaking up.

✧.* Summary - After giving some serious thought to an argument they had, Y/N came to an understanding that Keigo would never be the right man for her. The laughter that used to unite them now sounded forced and empty, and their frequent problems overwhelmed the passionate times. She now only has one choice to make.

✧.* Extra- I love Dolly Parton lol and Keigo is lowk OOC?

✧.* Word Count - 1004

Days have passed since Keigo and Y/N's last argument ended. 4 weeks to be exact. The only thing that stood out to Y/N about the argument was the fact that it opened her eyes to bigger things about her fiance. She realized that Keigo was lying to her face about who he was. He wasn't the same sweet man she met, that was a mask he was wearing. He was selfish and abrasive, that only cared about what other people thought about him. That wasn't the man Y/N was going after.

Y/N had no choice but to pack her things and leave, but she couldn't leave him without saying goodbye. She believed that would be her final act of closure for the both of them. Now, it was selfish of her to only make the choice of ending the relationship for both of them, but Y/N felt like she had that right after enduring years of selfish acts from Keigo.

Y/N and Keigo were not the same people. It was obvious to most people, but they didn't know the internal meaning of their separate lives. Keigo was indulged in his fame, it turned him into a conceited man of nothingness. Y/N was in his shadow. She was always connected to him, which made her feel like she lost herself along the way in their relationship.

As Y/N sat on their shared bed with her purse laying next to her, saw a notification on her phone from Keigo, letting her know he was coming home. Her heart started pounding. She took a deep breath to prepare herself for what was coming next. She secretly wished time went by slower, but she knew she needed to get it done. Or else nothing would get done for the better of her. Her stuff was already packed in her car ready to go, she had no choice. She heard a door open and close and his voice call her name.

"Y/N? I'm home, baby," Y/N heard his voice get closer, "I was thinking we should get some food from that new place that-" Keigo stopped talking when he walked in and saw Y/N sitting on their bed, fully dressed. He felt the environment was different as he looked around their room. "Did you redecorate? Where did all your stuff-"

"I'm leaving you" she said in a soft voice.

Keigo felt like he was hearing things and let out a nervous chuckle. "Wait, what?" his heart was pounding as he watched the expression on her face never change. He sat down next to her and looked her in the eyes, but all he saw was a void. He couldn't see the sparkle in her eyes like he used to. "What do you mean you're leaving?" he asked.

She took a deep breath, "I'm leaving our relationship."

"W-What are you talking about, Y/N? We're so close to our marriage! You can't leave me! I've given you so much without expecting anything in return," Keigo said in a scared voice. He was trying to convince her to not leave by bringing up the things he had done for her, but it wasn't going to work for Y/N.

"I'm sorry. We're living separate lives," She semi-whispered. She felt the familiar lump developing in her throat. Her eyes started to water and her jaw started to quiver. Y/N was trying to hold it together, she didn't want to seem weak.

Keigo lowered his head. He stared at his lap, watching the tears fall on the floor. He was thinking of possible ways to explain why Y/N was leaving him. "Did you meet someone new? Did I really lose you to another person?" he turned to Y/N.

Y/N shook her head slowly, "You're losing me to a life of my own." Keigo felt like he was hit in the chest. For some strange reason, he felt like that was worse than losing her to another person.

All Y/N ever wanted was independence. Throughout their relationship, she felt like she couldn't be herself because she was tied to Keigo. She was fully dependent on him, which she couldn't take anymore.

The silence between them was heavy and she couldn't take it anymore. She took a deep breath and got up from her spot, "I have to go."

Keigo caught her wrist, "No, wait. Y/N please." Tears were spilling from his face. "Y/N please don't leave me," Keigo said while pulling her close to him. He hugged her waist and cried into her abdomen. Y/N couldn't help but let her tears spill as well. She gave his head a weak hug as she let him cry it all out.

Y/N started pulling away, but Keigo kept her trapped. "Keigo, I have to go," she whispered.

"No!" he said. Keigo looked up at her, "Just tell me what to do to change. I can change, just please help me!"

Y/N simply shook her head. She held his cheeks and kissed his forehead, "If I stay, I'll never leave." With that, Y/N walked out the door, not looking bad. She closed the door to the room behind her, took a deep breath with tears rolling down her face, and headed towards the door.

Y/N got into her car and drove away. In her rear-view mirror, she watched their home grow farther and farther away from her. The moments of her and Keigo, happy together, fading away into the abyss of her mind. Readying herself to move forward.

Y/N was always going to love Keigo, but she couldn't continue her life like that. She marked the beginning of her journey to find her independence. Outside of her relationship with Keigo, she finally put forward her longing for self-identity. Y/N finally understood the true meaning of putting her own needs ahead, even if it meant leaving the life she helped create with Keigo.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

if this flops im deleting.

imagine going into a haunted house, but instead of ghosts and zombies, you see men saying they're going to change laughing emoji

[decayedgloria]

jailhouse rock

ft. Wriothesley

You land behind the bars of the Fortress of Meropide once again, and Wriothesley isn’t too keen on letting you off the hook this time.

Tags: Wriothesley x afab!reader, fwb-ish relationship, inspired by The Sin by Henreich Lassow, might be ooc/not canon, hate sex?, rough sex, oral m!receiving, degradation, copious amounts of swearing from Wriothesley, nsfw under cut, mdni

Word count: ~1.8k words, not really proofread lmao

One might call you stupid. Others might call you opportunistic. But as you sat in a dark, damp cell in the infamous Fortress of Meropide, you couldn’t help but grin.

You were a repeat offender. Petty theft, fraud, and money laundering were your specialties- roaming the streets of Fontaine having every intention of being an inconvenience to everyone who crosses paths with you. You’ve landed in prison on numerous occasions, with the Gardes already being on a first-name basis with you given how frequently you seemed to be thrown there.

But those weren’t the ones you came for. No, the prize you were after was much, much sweeter. You perk up as you hear the familiar heavy footsteps trudging closer to your cell, adrenaline and excitement flowing through your veins. The clanging of the metal doors opening and closing occupied the otherwise empty cell block as he neared, only stopping once he was directly in front of you.

Tall, looming, and dangerous- Wriothesley’s sharp eyes bore down on your hunched figure like a hawk examining its prey. You share his stare in response, a cheeky grin replacing your grimace at the sight of the man. Something inside you stirred- and it desperately needed to be quelled by him.

“Hello, Duke.” The nickname rolled off your tongue smoothly, a hint of mischief in your honeyed words. Wriothesley narrowed his eyes, brows furrowed as he huffed deeply.

“Don’t you get tired of this?” He draws closer to you, his large figure mere inches away from your smaller one with only the cell bars keeping him from coming closer. The moonlight seeped through a small window, illuminating his domineering figure and angular features. All you could do was smile, standing up and sauntering towards him.

“Not if it means seeing you…” Your eyes trail from his face to his chest, appreciating how his suit made his body look without his fur coat. Arousal stirred in your lower abdomen as he brought a firm hand to your jaw, forcing you to look at him once more. “Oh? And what now, my dear Wriothesley?”

“You’re such a fucking whore.”

Bringing you in between the gaps of the bars, he leaned in and began kissing you roughly- which you returned in earnest. His large hand was still on your jaw, while his other hastily unbuttoned your shirt, squeezing your mounds as you moaned into his lips. Your own hands made their way to his tie, easily tugging it off like you had countless times before.

You and Wriothesley’s relationship- if it could even be called that, at this point- was a complicated notion. On one hand, you were on drastically different sides of society; you, a feeble criminal, and him, the one who is responsible for punishing said criminals. Yet, no matter how much he tried to keep you as far away as possible, both of you always seemed to land in the same predicament.

Wriothesley dragged his teeth down your jawline, making its way to your neck and latching on your skin, leaving dark bruises where his lips were. Moans and groans bounced off the stone walls as you writhed against him, your cunt growing ever so needy with the way he practically manhandled you through the bars. Your clothes had long been discarded, and the last of his were finally thrown on the floor.

“This isn’t very responsible of you, Duke.” Your voice, despite its teasing tone, was breathy and weak. Wriothesley looked to you once again, uttering a tsk sound before shoving you down on your knees, rather easily, and had you face to face with his hard, angry cock. Licking your lips, you began languidly stroking him, almost instinctively as your eyes scanned his face, stricken with passion and lust. 

Wriothesley’s half-lidded eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as your mouth enveloped him, a guttural groan escaping his throat. His hands gripped your hair tightly as you bobbed up and down, making sure to swirl your tongue on his tip as he practically facefucks you. You only grinned as he continued, sighing and growling while he used your head like a toy for his own pleasure. The thought of him being so rough and uncaring for you excited you more than you’d like to admit, feeling your panties getting wetter by the second as you took him in your mouth over and over again.

“You couldn’t get enough of my cock?” He said through gritted teeth, gazing down on you pleasuring him through the bars. “Fuck- you couldn’t last one week without my dick being shoved- shit, down your fucking throat?”

In response, you only took him in deeper, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat in one long, agonizing motion. To this he cursed, moaning your name as his hands tried moving your head to bury himself deeper. His cock, girthy and long, almost didn't fit in your mouth- but it would be nothing compared to how it would stretch your pussy when he fucks you.

You pick up your pace as you slobber on his cock, matching the rhythm of his arms as he nears his release. Your eyes gaze up at the man standing over you, panting and moaning your name as if he were the whore that he always called you. Drinking in the rare sight of the Lord of Meropide coming undone by you, a criminal of all people- it turned you on in more ways that you could imagine.

By the trembling of his thighs and the careless groans coming from him, you could tell he was nearing his high. Just to tease him once more (and to make your inevitable punishment sweeter) you pulled yourself away from his grasp, slipping his cock out of your mouth as you grin up at him innocently. Wriothesley gasped at the sensation, eyes snapping open to look back at you, brows furrowed in frustration.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Can't have you cum right now, Duke. We're not even at the best part." Your wicked grin only served to aggravate him further, gloved hands yanking you up to your feet and connecting your lips once more, roughly shedding what clothing you had on left, fingers grasping and kneading at any flesh he could. A bruising grip found its way on to your hips as he spun you around, catching you off-guard.

"What are you-" Your resolve faltered when you found your bare ass rubbing against his slick cock. "Wriothesley-"

His large hand lands on the small of your back, pushing your upper body down to bend over so your cunt was easier for him to access. Not a second later, the same hand comes down hard on your ass, eliciting a delicious mewl from your lips as you get wetter and wetter.

His fingers ran up and down your already sopping cunt, making sure you were prepared to take him before suddenly plowing his hard cock into you. "The least you can do is take my cock, slut." he scoffed, deep voice filled with arousal as he stretched your hole open.

You moaned and whined at the sudden intrusion, arching your back as you threw your head back in pleasure. Your hands braced themselves on the bars behind you as Wriothesley began his slow, but deep thrusts in and out of you, hands firmly gripping your hips as he does so.

The rattling of the bars as Wriothesley pounds into you and your sinful noises were the only sounds in the otherwise silent cell block. His pace was becoming ruthless, rutting into you as if his life depended on it while his hands landed smack after smack on your plush ass.

"Your pussy belongs to me-" He pants, "Fuck- you're so fucking tight…" Another slap across your cheeks, "Take it, whore. Let the entire prison know who you belong to."

"Wriothesley-!" You were reduced to a blubbering mess, singing praises of him and his cock as your mind was consumed by endless pleasure from the way he drilled himself into your pussy repeatedly. "Your cock's s'big! Ah, fuck! More, more please more!" You could hear him chuckle at how pathetic you sounded.

"Yeah? Getting enough of this cock?" He grunts, well aware that the sounds coming out of your mouth were nothing more than slurred words as you helplessly writhe, body twisting and contorting in pleasure. He brings another hand to your ass, forcing you to reply to him.

"Y-yes! Oh yes- m'god yes!" You managed to whine out, voice shaking with each thrust. "Cock's so good- ngh, yes! 'Thesley-" Wriothesley's pace had become more and more erratic, breathing ragged and muscles tensing as he finally reached his high, spilling his cum inside your cunt as you shudder trying to chase your own.

The glow of the moonlight had now occupied much of the cell block, shedding light on just how much of a mess Wriothesley made of you as he pulled himself out of your stuffed cunt. Your shaky legs gave out, nearly collapsing until Wriothesley held your waist to gently pull you up; a stark contrast to how his touch was moments before.

Trying to catch your breath, you try your best to turn to face him, ready to tease the officer- but to your surprise he was already dressed, merely fixing his sweat-beaded forehead while he turned to look at you. You grimaced, a part of you wanting to spend some more time with the ever-so elusive man.

"It's best you get dressed." Wriothesley stated, casting a brief glance at your naked form. "I don't want anyone to see you like this tomorrow."

"Jealous?" You grin, trying to dress yourself with trembling arms. He focused his gaze on you once more, before sighing and reaching a hand through the bars to fix your hair. An unfamiliar gesture, one that had you stopping your actions to look at the tall man.

"The next time you want to see me, be a normal person and ask me on a date or something." Giving your cheek a gentle caress with his thumb, he gives you a small smile before finally walking away, tall strides echoing throughout the empty block once more.

You sit there and ponder the suggestion a little. Yes, that was always an option, but… isn't playing cop and thief much more fun?

im gonna be totally honest i lost interest in this fic like halfway through lowk and like begrudgingly finished it for yall

just started school so i might not upload as much, still trying tho

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Please Be Rude

short and indulgent introduction to my rook and lucanis' dynamic. written pre-release so forgive ooc or contradictions

PG-13 - implied self-harm, mage killer tension, chronic pain, jealousy, rivalry, ANGST

-

"Slow down..." The detective raised her hands, narrowed eyes fixed on his dagger. "We're here to help, Crow."

She could be taken care of, too, if need be. The mage in front of him was his first priority. Blade pressed to her throat.

The air was coiled with magic. It crackled around her, rolling off her in a twitching miasma. Topaz yellow eyes set in dark sclera, animal and locked on him. Her arms did not raise, no panicked shuffle backward. Only the slightest twist of her head, a slow fluid movement.

Something was deeply wrong with her, the type he was trained to put down. And yet, his blade held. Staring up at her, transfixed. There was something terribly hypnotic about her, beauty arrested between fear and awe.

She held his gaze, her pupils tight pinpoints. Breath even against metal. Just the slightest extension of her neck in invitation was enough to break the spell.

He stepped back, swiftly stowing his dagger. Shoulders tight and breath strained.

What just happened?

Spite was over the moon with this development. Nearly bouncing in malicious excitement.

'Let me talk to her. I want to talk to that one!'

Lucanis shook his head, resting his hand on the hilt of his dagger. Eyes still narrowed on this dangerous stranger.

Spite growled in frustration, edging toward her regardless.

Haunting eyes slid to the demon's proximity as her pupils widened out into saucers. Not quite focused on his face but slowly scanning the place where he stood.

Even Spite froze. How strange the mockery of his form looked next to her. Only then did Lucanis really take her in and felt an involuntary jolt of his heart.

Long legs and wide hips that led into the dip of a waist. Full spiraled hair that fell to the small of her back, a fascinating rose gold. A regal face with pouted lips, an aquiline nose, and high cheekbones. Eyes slanted and mysterious as a hawk, the amber of them nearly glowed in the low light.

Angular pointed ears gouged with holes. A fractal scar struck at her temple and scattered through her cheek and jaw. A winding rope of a burn scar circled her swan neck.

Empathy struck him at her state. Elves didn't lead easy lives.

"You have someone with you." Her voice finally rose. Calm as a summer lake, and lilted as a loons lone call with a Navarran accent.

Her eyes settled on him again in curiosity.

Nevarra. He eyed the medical utility of her mage armor.

It suddenly all made sense. A Mortalisi.

His grip loosened on his blade.

"It's complicated." He offered.

"Who are you? Who sent you?" He held her in suspicion again. Though, curiosity overrode that more than he would care to admit.

"Caterina sent me."

Caterina?

He sized her up again.

The stillness she stood with was uncanny. A statue only broken by the slightest flexing in her long fingers. He was trained to know intentions just in the way a person stood. He was getting nothing from her.

It was plausible.

"You're not a Crow."

"And you're not human." She stated, a neutral blunt.

A smile nearly cracked his face. It didn't slip him that she hadn't offered her name yet.

"We need a mage-killer." The lilting of her voice was so melodic it bordered on a lullaby.

"I can still work." He assured.

She nodded and turned, done with their conversation. Apparently, the matter was settled.

A fondness rose in his chest, and he quickly stamped it down. He took up the stride of her walk.

"They have my blood, and a contract unfulfilled on my end."

Her step didn't falter.

"We'll settle it."

That fondness reared again.

"Excellent."

-

It had been three nights now at the Lighthouse, and he hadn't seen her.

It settled an anxiety in his gut that wouldn't stop gnawing. Everyone else was accounted for, but his new companion was a shadow he only saw maddening hints of.

She would make an excellent Crow, but she wasn't one. So, the behavior set alarm bells off in his system. Was she avoiding the others?

Quieter, in the back of his mind.

Was she avoiding him?

He shook his head. There was validity to that thought, but her reasons ultimately didn't matter. She was an invisible outlier that must be accounted for.

So that night, in the late of the witching hours, he set out to find her.

Spite jovially trotted at his side, reveling in the absurdity of his hunt.

'Looking for our terrifying beauty, are we?'

Lucanis ignored him, and the hackle raised at his possessive word choice. Ducking his head around doorways, step silent in the dark.

His stride took him up the winding staircase that led to a library. A further circular wing extended to his left.

Once the whole wing was searched, and he was preparing to rise to the next floor, a scent lifted in the air.

He paused, breathing it in. The unmistakable smell of petrichor. Impossible in this setting. There was no rain in the Fade.

His fingers probed along the wall. A seam hidden in wood. Searching further, he found a latch. A small door popped open.

'Oooh, secrets, secrets!' Spite cackled.

The door opened to a dark wooden staircase, risen up high beyond his vision. Rickety and heavy with newly disturbed dust.

He took the stairs, climbing higher and higher into an attic crawlspace. Eyes cresting over the edge of the warped wooden floor.

It was very dark, but the scent was heavy here. More defined. A bouquet of rain, ozone, a hint of sea salt, and something more. Lavender?

The calm of the heady aroma nearly unfocused him, but he finally found his target.

A long form was curled in a corner. The low spectral light from a crescent window fell in slants across her.

She was turned into the wall, laying on her side. Her bicep was the only pillow for her head, no blanket over or bedroll under.

He studied her in confusion, then familiarity. He could recognize the feign of sleep in her even deep breathing. Still facing the wall, but with eyes he knew were open. Waiting for him to make a move. Both held in charged silence.

Familiarity slid to regret. Well, not regret, he needed to find her. Remorse was closer.

How he knew the act of folding yourself so small you could fit into a crevice. Only safe tucked into the cracks.

He had only just learned her name through some digging, her true name beyond the title of Rook. Rassou. A name he had repeated quietly to himself, enjoying the way it hissed and rolled over his tongue. A secret he inexplicably couldn't resist coveting.

Would she respond to it now if he whispered it?

But that was far too intimate. Too much for him and for this figure hiding in a cold attic.

He stepped forward, and she curled tighter into herself. Legs tucked into her chest, breath stilled.

He paused. Sorrow tight in his chest.

He wanted to...

What did he want?

I don't want to hurt you.

A dangerous feeling. Only the surface of a rippling well of emotion that he refused to stare into.

His jaw clenched.

He removed his overcoat as he stepped closer. Her eyes remained on the wall. Draping it over her, he retreated silently back downstairs.

-

She rubbed her cursed hands on her knees to no avail. The tingling pain cramped the muscles stiff, and no amount of coaxing would recede it.

A lifetime forced her to know this. But desperation was not a sensible thing.

"Come on, not now. Not here." She hissed, closing her eyes tight to the torrent rising behind her breast bone. Frustration was a very effective catalyst. One she couldn't afford to indulge.

Trained deep breaths filled her lungs, released through pursed lips.

One... two... three...

Focused slow. Body slow, breath slow.

As long as she was quiet.

Four... five... six...

It will pass.

As long as she was still.

Eight... nine... ten.

They would be safe with her.

She was in control.

"Okay..." She hushed as her eyes slowly opened.

Stolen sleep was not the end of her tether. It never had been. She was stronger than her body, no matter how it tormented her.

But the pain had never abided being ignored. Pain spoke, but it could not listen. Lightning flashed deep in her veins, and it would never heed to her exhausted requests to just stop. Sleep would be held above her reach until it was expelled.

The easiest release was to call a storm. Rising her arms to the heavens to strike from deep in her marrow. A tempest struck from the core of her person.

But this was the Fade. The upper atmosphere was something she wasn't confident in testing.

Option two was a royal elfroot balm. She used to soak up to her forearms in the salve until she was numbed from the elbow down. But she had run out weeks ago, scraping the corners of the tin she had stretched far past its end.

Option three...

They already gave her neck stares. And her thighs were fully wound in scars. Maybe her ankles could take the burned flesh, but it would be excruciating to chafe on her boots. There would be questions.

She sighed, rising to feet. Striding quiet up stone.

A tucked away corner of a stairwell had become her new home. Colder than the crawlspace, but she had slept in worse. She considered keeping up a rotation to avoid further discovery, but there was too much pain to consider anything right now.

There had to be herbs stockpiled somewhere in this sprawling place. The pantry was a good bet.

Except... the Crow tended to haunt the kitchen.

She had returned his overcoat immediately. Leaving it neatly folded on a chair near the cabinets. Of all of them, he should have the sense to stay away. It was hard enough to dodge Bellara's offers of comradery. The girl seemed fixated on winning her over.

Listening at the door for far too long, her hands started to seize again. With a silent huff, she edged her way in.

Searching shelves in the dark with unwilling limbs, she gave rare thanks to her ancestry. Elves had uncanny vision in low light and with eyes that reflected like a predator in the dark. Her inhuman eyes had been accused of stalking villages in the night during her travels.

Good. They should be afraid of her.

"Those are organized by spice group."

Her hand seized, knocking a jar to shatter on the floor.

Lucanis stepped forward from the wall he had been silently leaned on. She stepped back into the opposite wall. Pressing her back flat against stone.

"Easy..." He soothed, hands stretched open in assurance. Taking another step forward.

Her hands clenched shut hard at her sides, and the pain intensified so high it brought tears to her eyes. Doubled over into her forearms, a whimper of pain caught pathetically in her throat. Heart a kicking, cornered animal.

His shoes quickly filled her vision.

Thunder rolled in her chest.

Her ears popped as the air pulled.

Lucanis paused his hands above her. The change in the atmosphere palpable.

"No..." She whispered.

I don't want to hurt you.

Run.

"Shut up!" Lucanis hissed over his shoulder.

The spirit.

Her eyes raised.

It had been so long, she had nearly forgotten. There was a fourth option.

Rassou raised her shaking hand above her head, holding her palm as flat as she could manage. Breathing shallow through a building scream.

"What are you doing?... Don't -"

But a terrible warm met her palm eagerly, interlocking over her knuckles.

An exhausted smile split her face. She released.

A burst of lightning shot from her. Tension melted in the limb like sugar on a tongue, her head lolled forward.

The mirrored form of Lucanis lit for a brief moment in front of her, made manifest in electrocution, as the real Lucanis looked on.

"Again?" She smiled, raising her other hand as her body released from its tight curve. It was immediately taken by the same fervent heat.

She sent another torrent of shock, more intense this time, pulled from deep in her chest. The near constant knot between her shoulders unwound. A small moan of relief left her.

A sigh exhaled from deep in her belly. The heat nearly vibrated with demand. Again.

"Okay, last one for tonight." She planted her feet and pulled from the base of her spine. It arced out in near ecstasy, fluttering her eyes up into lids. Her lower back unfurled, and the muscles in her hips almost gave out. All the tight in her body unwound as a tapestry fast pulled by a thread.

She fell back against the wall loose and stretched, experiencing the transcendent relief only found after the quell of a great pain. Breathing in full pulls of her diaphragm.

"Thank you." Hushed from her lips.

Ducking back out of the door, she rubbed her trembling hands. Massaging her thumbs into her palms, working out the deep ache that still lingered.

-

"What are you reading?"

She looked up from her curl in a nook of the library, always hidden away in some tight corner. It was shameful how often he found himself unconsciously searching for her lately, a one-sided game of hide and seek.

Topaz eyes stayed stony on him, staring him down. Looking at him through tendrils of softly pink tinted spirals, fallen loose from the full golden bundle on the top of her head.

He had never seen someone who looked quite like her before.

There was a long moment of silence that he tried not to squirm through. Intent on showing his intrusion was friendly, leaning against a shelf as a token of vulnerability.

It had not gotten past him that she was on closer terms with his demon. In fact, it had been tormenting him. The actual gloating from Spite didn't help one bit.

'She likes me! Hah! I helped her AND touched her soft skin, and you haven't! When you walk in, she looks for me first!'

It was made worse in the truth of it. Spite would bound over to her like a gleeful imp, and she would turn and give a little smile to the aura of her invisible pet. Greeting him in a soft voice.

"Hello Kakό."

He eventually worked out a translation from a book on Nevarran language he had scrounged from a dusty shelf.

Mischief.

The first time he saw her smile was looking at Spite. Her Mischief.

He tried to stamp down the sickening coil of jealousy in his stomach. Not backing down from her maintained stare for a moment.

She finally held up the book, the cover revealed to him, then set in back on the crest of her knees. Eyes fallen back on the page.

He had barely taken in the cover, some historical tome he was unfamiliar with.

"What's it about?"

She looked up at him again, somewhat incredulous through a blank stare. Sizing him up after a moment with her eyes.

He had pursued targets since he could work. He knew how to feed into someone's benefit of the doubt. How to soothe and coaxe, to slip into the hairline cracks of a targets good graces. Here he was nearly strangled with anxiety. Desperate to reintroduce himself properly.

Hi, I really enjoy your company. You're really interesting, I'd like to be around you a lot more.

Her posture finally opened somewhat begrudgingly, uncurling to lean on folded legs. The book was still held in front of her within an elegant hand. "Cannibalism." She offered in a monotone.

That piqued his interest.

"And are you a fan...?"

She cracked the smallest smile, and his heart roared with triumph.

"I haven't partaken, if that's what you're implying. But the sociology surrounding it is a broader subject than most realize."

He blinked. That was the most he had ever heard her speak and was mildly distracted by how her accent played within the sudden eloquence of her words.

The thought of receiving a passionate lecture from her on the nuance of cannibalism thrilled him. Slowly stretching on the balls of his feet in excitement.

"What could the broader subject be on eating a corpse?" He scoffed.

The book snapped down onto her thighs. He had to clench his jaw to not smile. Success.

"That is only one very limited aspect of cannibalism." She held her fingers up, bending them down with her opposite hand as she reprimanded his feigned arrogance. "There's nutritional, ritualistic, post-mortem and living. Symbolic. Auto. What you're referring to could fit into many categories, including mortuary consumption."

His heart soothed as she went deeper and deeper into the subject. Her passion and clear education on the topic was intoxicating. Spellbinding in her winding through subjects. He took in every word as researched truth, even as she reiterated that she was not as learned as her peers. Maybe even more so because of that. Fully enraptured.

She had just started down an anecdote about a case of impulsive cannibalism brought on during a vicious attack, her posture leaned toward him, fully locked in on her impromptu student. Then Neve called out from far below them.

"Rook! Enough skulking, we've got a lead!"

His heart fell.

"Gamό gia chari..." She muttered under her breath. "Heard!"

"I've wasted your time." She hopped down from her hideaway.

"Time is never wasted in good company. I'd like to hear the end of that story." He rushed, trying to reign in his enthusiasm. Desperate to not spook her again. "It's cruel to leave such a tale unended."

She paused her stride, turning to him with arms crossed. Analyzing him again.

Neve's quick whistle broke the silence, and Rassou snapped her fingers at her in return. Shushing her with clear and precise authority.

Fully ignoring the lust that rose in his belly at that, he waited for her verdict on his character as her eyes returned.

"Would you kill me if I asked you to?"

That question paused him, but only for a moment. Certainty filled his voice.

"Absolutely."

She was quiet for a moment more, then nodded. Beckoning him forward with the curve of her long fingers.

"Come, Crow. We have work to do."

~

Next Chapter

[unidentified-ending]

Them catching you masturbating.

Male reader. Will make a female one later.

Ft. Hawks, Aizawa, Endeavour and Miurko

Hawks versionn

Possible ooc

Warning: contains nfsw under the cut

Hawks:

Hawks at work.

Home alone.

Horny?

It was perfect.

Or so you thought

Not perfect when he entered you guys' apartment when you were so close to finishing.

You squirted some lube on the top of your cock tip, it slowly dripping down the side of your cock. It was already hard but you needed some wetness to fully get off.

Even though you knew you shouldn't of been doing this, it was the perfect opportunity and you were so horny that you had no other choice.

You placed a hand on your dick, sending shivers doqn your spine. It and been so long since you masturbated so it sort of feels foreign.

You start by slowly caressing your tip, rubbing light circles around it for a few seconds, making you softly close your eyes.

You then slowly rubbed up and down on your shaft, one of your hands coming up to pinch and play with your nipples.

You let out a groan as you slowly start to pick up your pace, rubbing up and down.

You did this for a few minutes and you felt your cock throbbing with pleasure.

By now your eyes were to the back of your head and your hand was on autopilot, jerking fast up and down your shaft. Ever so often touching the tip again.

You were on the verge, your hand wet with your pre-cum and lube all over it. Your toes curled, ready for the best orgasm of your life.

But that got cut off when you heard the jingle of keys at your door.

"Shit, shit" you say while searching for your boxers and your joggers. He came in, calling out for you.

You spotted your joggers, you bent down on the bed, reaching your hand down the side of the bed.

When Keigo walked into your room, he had a perfect view of your ass, he also spotted your dick in between your legs, throbbing and hard.

"Well. Certainly didn't expect to see that today." He says while still staring at your ass.

"Keigo, get out." You exclaim in embarrassment, your face heating up with a blush as you continueto try and reach for your boxers

"Awh but you look so sexy" he teases as he walks towards you and puts a soft hand on one of your ass cheeks and rubs it.

"Keigo-" you start but he cuts you off with a

"Nope, I know you were masturbating. Look at your dick, it's so hard" he says as he pulls your from the side of the bed and flips you on your back.

You were now pinned underneath him, helpless and embarrassed, your face tinted a dark pink.

"Let's me finsh the jobbb. Its only fair my beautiful boy." He starts before trailing his hands down your stomach then right to your dick.

He jerked it up and down a few times to get a slight reaction out of you and it worked. You were maoning, groaning and grinding on his hand.

But all of a sudden he stops, then gets in between your legs, and looks up at you with a huge smirk.

He licks your tip and you jerk upwards. He holds your thighs and down and says

"Let me do the work, baby".

He continues to lick your tip until he puts his while mouth around your shaft. You moan out loudly, felling the rush of pleasure in your veins.

You let your hand brush in his hair, fighting the urge to deepthroat him.

"Fuckkk~~mmm~~" you moan out as he finally gets you to the edge.

"Please~~please~" you beg and he does the combo of jerking you off and sucking yor tip.

"Fuck! Im cumming~~Keigoo~~" you moan out as your toes curl for final time and you shoot your load right into his mouth.

He happily swallows it all and he got up off your softening dick and said

"Invite me home like that more. I will fuck your ass next time I see you in that position, its so alluring. Come. shower" he brings you to the shower and you guys wash in peace.

Cl, this is my first smut ever so blame me if it's shit. Sorry. I tried my best

[toffycrumch]

𓇼 you should've told me sooner

summary: you get sick & you don't tell ur older sister, ena. she finds out eventually

word count: 666 words ahaa

notes: gender neutral reader, reader is implied to be in the nine to twelve range. kind of vauge but y'know. perhaps a little ooc ? (more notes at the end.)

Lately, you'd been feeling under the weather. Well, not just feeling it—you knew it—you were definitely sick. All day at school earlier, you'd been feeling all the symptoms. A runny nose, lightheaded, sneezing and coughing, and of course, you were heating up. It had been this way for the whole week, you didn't even know yourself why you were pushing through it. Really, nothing good came from it. Despite you acknowledging that fact, at the very least, you continued to do it. Maybe the fever would soothe itself, you didn't need any medicine, right?

Needless to say, that didn't happen. Infact, the fever only appeared to get worse. And surprisingly, neither your parents nor your older brother, Akito, had noticed it yet. No one asked about your sudden coughing when you entered the car, brushing it off as getting dust in your face, or something similar to that. And even more surprisingly, Ena didn't notice.

It wasn't that she was stereotypically overbearing, but over the years, you had come to realize that she preferred to show she cared in smaller ways, like noticing small details about the targeted person. She had been eyeing you like a hawk for the past days. But even if she noticed, she never said anything.

That is, until today. You were simply heading out to the kitchen, looking to grab a snack for yourself. You were greeted by the sight of Ena, it seemed that she had the same idea as you. "Whatcha doing?" You asked, even if you already knew what.

"Getting myself some food." She answered simply, reaching up into the cabinets to pull out a bowl. She poured what appeared to be mini-pretzels into a bowl. You walked towards the countertop, reaching over to grab yourself an orange. Your proximity to her gave her the opportunity to feel your forehead, confirming her suspicions.

"[Name], you are sick!" Ena exclaimed abruptly, looking down at you with an annoyed expression. You knew her well enough to know that it was more likely at your actions instead of you yourself.

You glanced around the room, as if she were talking to someone else before refocusing your eyes on her. You really should've been more careful. You shrugged, "Maybe it's just hot in here." You suggested.

She raised her eyebrow at you, then sighed, putting her hands on your shoulders and guiding you back to your room. "You're impossible, you know that? You should've told me sooner." (SHE SAID IT, SHE SAID THE THING!)

Ena guided you down onto your bed, tucking the sheets in around your body. Her tone and face looked annoyed, but her words and actions said otherwise. She sighed, looking over you with a frown. "And how long has this been going on?"

You looked off the side sheepishly, not fully prepared to admit the fact you'd been hiding this for so long. "Uh.." You stammered, "Well, um.. The whole week?" You hoped she wouldn't be too upset with you.

"[NAME]?!" She immediately responded, shaking her head in disappointment. "Stay here, don't get up. I'll have to make you some soup, since you decided to be so stupid."

You watched intently as she left the room, only sinking further down into your sheets. You hesitated for a few moments before calling out, "Sorry!"

After a few moments, she returned from the kitchen wielding a bowl of soup. She sat down directly next to your bed, holding out the soup for you to take. You did so, about to begin eating it before she spoke again, "Blow on it. It's hot."

You would've rolled your eyes if it wasn't more caring than annoying on her part. Slowly, you blowed on the soup. Once you deemed it cool enough to eat, you lifted the spoon up to your lips. It tasted delicious, soothing the achy throat and runny nose you had been struggling with.

There was a comfortable silence between you and your sister before you spoke again, mumbling.

"Thanks."

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[(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ notes: aweayh thank u for reading my first posted ficlet (? is that right.) pjsk needs some more platonic/famillial reader fics...i will feed you all.. requests are closed for noww]

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Princess

Okay, I hate this, but I'm currently in a clinic and I'm so proud of having written at all that I'm just gonna toss it into the void. Warnings: spit play if you squint, make out sesh, ooc Johnny

Stay at home evenings with Johnny are some of your favorite evenings. You’re both lazing on the couch, not even cuddling, but your legs are touching where you put them up on the couch. That little point of contact is enough to make your entire body feel warm and safe.

You’re mindlessly watching television. Just enjoying each other’s company and the cozy feeling that being together brings you.

Your question is soft, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable atmosphere that’s settled over the both of you like a nice fuzzy blanket. “Pass me the popcorn, princess?”

Without even looking away from the TV, Johnny grabs the bowl and passes it to you. The quiet crunch of the popcorn joins the TV buzz and there’s a few seconds of comfortable quiet before Johnny whips around to you so quickly, you jump a bit. “Hold on, what did you just call me?!”

You blink slowly at him. “Princess?”

That simple word earns you privilege of watching Johnny’s jaw drop a bit and the loveliest, softest shade of pink rises to his cheeks and the tip of his ears. He’s speechless. A rare occurrence. You watch the way he gapes at you and a sly grin grows on your lips.

“You like that? Princess?”

The cute shade of pink turns deeper almost red and if you had the mind for it you’d wax poetically about the change of colour resembling a sunset. But as it is you’re focused on watching the man grow more flustered and your grin turns almost evil.

“What is it, Johnny Princess?”

He tries to catch himself and his voice is adorably wobbly as he stutters out: “You… You can’t call me that!”

You lean back almost relaxed and watch him like a hawk watching its prey. “And why not?”

He looks to the side, almost looks like he is tempted to hide his face in his hands, which he promptly does. “Because! I’m a grown man!”

His hands come down again and you lean forward into his space. His eyes grow wide, nervously darting down to your lips and back up to your eyes. When he sees the knowing glint in them he groans, knowing that you noticed. His hands cover his face again. “Don’t look at me like that!”

Your voice is a soft coo as you speak to him. “Baby, you can be as big of a man as you want, you’ll still be my princess. My pretty little princess.”

Again there’s a beat of silence, the TV long forgotten and then you hear it. The sweetest little sound escapes his perfect mouth. Johnny whimpers.

You feel your heartbeat echoing in your entire body, the blood rushing. You did this. You reduced this hardened soldier to a stuttering, whining mess. It’s a heady feeling in the presence of a man so outgoing and confident.

Johnny can feel your body heat when you lean in even more and when he feels your breath on his ear with your next words, he shudders. “Come on, Johnny. Don’t hide your pretty face from me. I just want to admire my princess.”

He shakes his head under his hands so you take matters into your own hands. Gently you take a hold of his wrists and pry them away. You get rewarded with his flushed face. He looks at you so helplessly and flustered that you want to devour him whole. When he bites his lip you snap.

You surge forward and press him backwards into the couch and he goes down so easily that it makes your heart skip a beat.

When your lips meet his it’s messy. The full force of your desire for the man hits you and you kiss him hungrily, all tongue and teeth and your sweet little Johnny moans into the kiss. You pull back a bit, braced on your arms and look at him. He looks so pretty all breathless and needy. You feel like you’ll combust when you notice that he’s drooling a bit.

Johnny’s only warning is the darkening of your eyes before you lean forward and lick the trail of drool up to the corner of his mouth. Then you fit your tongue between his lips again just to pull back a second later. “Don’t waste any of it, princess.”

Suddenly he becomes frantic, wraps his arms around you and grabs onto your shirt. “Oh my god, please.”

“Please what, Johnny.”

He whines again and tugs gently on your shirt trying to get you closer while he spreads his legs for you to get even closer to him. “I don’t know. Please, just, please. Anything! Just call me princess again and touch me!”

“It’s my pleasure, princess.”

He shudders and when you kiss him again he wraps his legs around you too. It’s mumbled against your lips when he whines “I love you” into the kiss.

[platinumrosetail]

CAN YOU WRITE DOLPH X SUNSHINE PERSON MALE READER? PLS

They messaged me on the prompt that i need to make this request so that’s why you don’t see it. I might miss remembered something wrong so i’m sorry if i might get some things wrong 😅 i also might accidentally make some characters if mentioned ooc which im sorry about 😅.

Warning: noob author, male reader, violence?, and others.

Character: dolph.

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You met dolph when the warden of Eden; Sarah, kidnapped you along with him and some others. You got along with the others pretty easily; pey’j being more on guard and overprotective of jade though.

Dolph immediately got your interest, you would chat with him but he would always answer with a yes or no before making a excuse to leave which would lead you saddened but you think it’s because of his past especially having to be back in Eden after what they had done to him. You knew about Eden being fake and corrupted though you get the feeling that there’s another thing on why he’s so cold.

You decided to give him time but also make sure to take care of himself so you don’t get worried and fret over him and stress which would get you killed either on the mission or by Sarah.

Dolph appreciate it’s but still on guard especially after his previous partner betrayed him. He starts doing little things for you as well but brush it off saying something about not needing to get held back if you are in bad health because you couldn’t make sure you stay healthy as well.

Sadly things took the turn for the worst and two more of your teammates died, jade had died when all of you was getting a smuggled high tech tool (forgot what it’s called) and she was killed by ping man when he was threatenng dolph, you find out about how Alex is dolph’s ex and that Alex betrayed dolph which angered you greatly, you made up your mind on if dolph doesn’t get revenge on Alex’s betrayal then you will and you make it be like hell to Alex for what he did to dolph as you don’t take betrayals kindly.

You, dolph and Sarah are the only ones that isn’t dead or captured; bullfrog being captured while pey’j like jade died in the process of protecting innocent hybrids after some glasses controlled Kenny a wrestler into killing a lion hybrid wrestler, some humans were also wearing the same glasses started killing hybrids. You went up there with dolph to take down the tower before it was just the four of you and battled wagainst Alex, Alex wouldn’t hurt dolph but he certainly would hurt you though in the end Alex lost and the towers was destroyed you comforted dolph when you saw him crying by groaned as the wounds Alex placed on you was more severe in pain after the adrenaline finally wore off. Sarah also need up betraying the two of you as well after she saved you and brought you to a wasteland which ended up with you to both dying trying to stop her.

Or so you thought.

(A/n: hope y’all like it!! Also my first captain laser hawk request let’s go!! I hope y’all like it i tried my best to remember as much as possible for it as it’s been a second since i last seen captain laser hawk 😅 but anyway hope y’all like it! Hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[piningpercussionist]

"I need some air. The stupidity in here is making me feel faint."

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[noirbriar]

The Star, the Sky & the Sea (2/?)

Happy Birthday to Mu la Flaga, Here is a random ficlet, well, just because, lol

Timeline be years after SEED Freedom. OOC and everything is all on me as always.Tread lightly please.

---

Mu is going to be upset. That was Murrue's first thought as she carries their daughter into her arms.Their sweet girl now babbling away happily at her favourite rabbit plush while haro bounced around on the ground. Both mother and daughter spending quality together in their quaint home after a quiet lunch and a short conference with Erica regarding work.

With Mu and Murrue pulled back from COMPS and the frontlines, they are finally able to settle down with their daughter and just be a family back home in ORB. The downtime giving them time to rest and plan for their (very, very late) wedding.

Yet duty calls as the ORB National Defense Forces had came by, while indirectly and not so very subtly requested for Mu's presence at a commemoration event. Much to the new father's displeasure. However, it was a request that he was unable to turndown when it was directly from Cagalli who had helped them so much. Murrue also thought its best for him to make an appearance, its their duty afterall. So off Senior Colonel Mu la Flaga went. The man with a duffle bag in hand, leaving his dear partner and child behind tearfully for sometime. Although he calls back often to check in on them with the occasional AA crew dropping by as well. Their ever protective hawk.

"Uh!" "Mhm, I miss papa too, Astella." Murrue sighs. Everything is peaceful.But its just not the same without Mu around.

It was then, an idea struck. "Shall we give your papa a surprise? I know! Let's go on a mission together with mama?" The mother turns to her baby eagerly.Her body has recovered and everything is well since her confinement was over.To be honest, Murrue is getting rather restless until she is cleared for work again.

Well, the doctors did say that exercise and fresh air would do them good. A mother and daughter outing sounds fun, no?

Astella babbles happily back with bright eyes the colour of the dazzling sky.

---

"Oh...its really crowded, isn't it?" Murrue blinks. It was rare for her to be in a visitor's perspective rather than an officer afterall.

Autumn is dreadfully warm this year, so Murrue has a simple flowing white one piece one and comfortable leggings. Their precious star dressed in a lavender dress (a present from Kira nii-san) while tucked safely in her carrier in front. Haro just keeps rolling carefully beside them quietly.

Astella blows a bubble in response as she takes in all the sights around her. Before pointing up at some Murasame units flying over head and started babbling excitedly, absolutely unbothered by the noise.

"Eh! Eh!"

"Yes! Astella is so smart! Those are Murasame units." Murrue laughs, giving her daughter's cheek a kiss as they headed into the ORB military's event venue. They slowly made their way to the entrance for the security check. Where the guards nearly had an aneurysm once they looked up from the baggage check to see Captain Ramius smiling sweetly back. A swift finger to her lips, trying to prevent a commotion.

They are here to give a surprise afterall.

With some casual talk and a quick thanks to the young soldiers for working hard. The officers swapped out the standard visitor pass for a special one and handed the tag to the Captain instead, after she declined kindly for an escort to accompany her.

The two soon headed inside, but not before the little girl gave the amused guards on duty a toothless smile and wave. ---

Just a little longer. Grin and bear with it. Its all almost over now.

At least, Mu hoped so. The veteran pilot freshened up and out of his pilot suit, tossing his bottle back into the locker. With ORB's national day and the Defense Forces military academy's founding day all in the same time frame, things have been hectic. It would not have been an issue considering he is technically not a soldier on active duty.

But nope! The brass had the amazingly bright idea of showcasing the special ops team Mu had a hand in, as well as some pilots for their military recruitment showcase and open house event. Which meant that Mu unfortunately had to be called in from his leave.

"Commander, its almost time." Shikishima pops his head inside the locker room and calls out, breaking up his old superior's inner grumblings.

"Yeah, I got it!"

The man adjusts the last of his medals and sighs, tidying his appearance and resists the urge to tug at his sleeves. He misses Murrue. He misses his little starlight.

Better get it all over and done with soon. The Mobile Suits showcase is over now. All that is left is the meet and greet and his duties for the most part is done.

Mu and the pilots leave the restricted area to one of the hangars open to public where a few Murasame and Astray units are stationed for viewing. Akatsuki however, have already been moved back to a secured hangar away from public.

There were initial concerns using Akatsuki for the aerial showcase earlier, since ORB's flagship gundam is still considered classified. However, Cagalli thought it would be good for citizens and morale after the terrorist attack awhile ago for the golden gundam to make an appearence. So with this rare opportunity in line with the country's national day, hopefully this will create some good PR too.

The Colonel is not personally keen as he looked at the gathering of excited civilians out there wearily. He loves flying, he loves operating MA and MS, and accepts his duty as a career soldier. But these publicity stunts?

Tedious.Tiring.Troublesome.

Its more so without Murrue by his side.

Which reminds him, there had been a strange feeling bugging at him for a while since the showcase, but it did not seem to be something to worry about.

Mu pulls himself back from his thoughts as he leads the pilots to the greeting area. Half hoping that the younger and eager pilots would help make the crowd easier to handle too. A hopeless thought of course, especially when its his name is slapped on the marketing brochures as a special appearance, leading to such a huge turnout.

Oh, that long chat he had with the army's PR and marketing bureau was fun alright. With a deep breath, Mu la Flaga puts on his best diplomatic mien, and carries out his role. Either with enthusiasts or casual visitors. Yet it was those with little eager kids and boys full of wonder in their eyes that makes the event less stressful.Afterall, he remembers how he was like those kids, watching the boundless sky.

As the event starts to wrap up and radio announcement of the closure of the area is underway. Mu watches the families leave as the sun begins to set, and starts to feel himself missing his own keenly. There it was that little spark again. He had felt it since earlier, but it started fairly faint... Now its bigger and near- "Mu!"

Mu turns towards that voice he knows. His senses alert but instantly drops it as he feels his heart lighten by the sight of that figure before him.

Murrue!

"Captain!"

"Captain Ramius!"

The pilots starts to get rowdy and gather around the beloved Captain. While some of the NCOs and staff have gotten bold and gathered around to greet their superior and the rumoured little one.

Haro rolls, avoiding the stampede of curious military personnel.

"Murrue! What ar-" Mu starts and approaches Murrue but is stopped when he sees his beloved quickly putting up a hand A small gesture urging him to stay where he is at. Only confusing the man more just as his child tries to reach a chubby hand for him from her spot on Murrue's chest. "- Pwa!" Mu blinks, baffled. Still trying to process seeing his Murrue and daughter before him that he almost missed that little sound amongst the racket the pilot squad is making.

It almost sounded like Astella is trying to call him? Murrue is smiling as she takes the little one out of her carrier, letting Astella's bunny sneakers touch the ground. Her gentle palms supporting those tiny warm hands, before letting the chubby fingers slip out gently.Those tiny feet are standing shakily but strong, as his child takes the first few shaky steps towards him.

No way. Mu is speechless as he kneels down, while the peanut gallery grows quiet, supporting eagerly by the sides. The father ignores them and focuses straight ahead, keeping a sharp eye watching over the little one toddle her way over towards him.

Two hands reaches out, scarred and calloused but always protecting the light of those he loves with every bit of his strength in him. Ever whispering encouragements to the child. Another strong figure follows closely behind those determined tiny feet, guiding hands ready to grab the innocent star from falling too far. A scrunch of a button nose, and just a few more steps! But the unsteady feet stumbles over themselves, as the onlookers gasps.

It did not matter, Mu's combat reflexes grabs Astella safely and the man laughs brightly. Strong arms hugging his child tight, kissing the chubby pink cheeks and praising her for her first steps. Before he turns and pulls his lover and partner in as well, giving Murrue a sweet kiss on those soft lips that he had dearly missed. Letting the familiar scent of this strong woman envelop his senses as he holds them close.

"Surprise." Murrue then whispers into his neck.

"Thank you." Mu smiles back, pressing his lips once more onto her forehead.

A younger pilot in that white EA uniform ever wandering aimlessly in those skies would never have dared to imagine the life he has now. However, Mu knows this is what his heart had long yearned for.

The two figures here in his arms are his sky now.

---

Omake:

"Ah!Ah!"

"Yes, that one is Akatsuki! Papa pilots that big mobile suit!" Mu grins proudly back at his daughter in his arms, who is absolutely fascinated by the large shiny unit. All bright and sparkly under the hangar lights.

Murrue stays at the side as she talks to the NCOs, but keeps an eye on her husband-to-be and their daughter. A sense of warmth and bliss filling her heart watching her love ones together and full of joy. Under that shining mobile suit that have kept him safe and helped them bring peace-

"-So does Astella wanna touch Akatsuki?"

"Mu- COLONEL FLAGA, NO!"

[redhoodedtodd]

you can’t tell, but I’m dozing off under this mask

#redhoodedtodd— independent selective jason todd blog from the dc universe. medium activity. crossover friendly. 18+ only. written by puff (she/her 25+). mutuals only.

dark & questionable themes present. please read rules before following.

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[imsparky2002]

So, my thoughts went down a trail last night. I was thinking about OC’s, and the shitshow that would happen if canon got ahold of them, and from that came some ideas. I come to you with a prompt for a fanon ‘Talking with Thomas’! Here goes: Our baby boi Jesse is getting intro’d in an episode! YAY! But then they read the script. And let’s just say, Myvan and Jesse are NOT happy. The basic premise is this: Jesse decides to confess his feelings for Mylene during a rehearsal for their latest play, and Ivan happens to be there to witness this, and gets turned back into Stoneheart.

Here are a few things they have MAJOR problems with:

Jesse clearly not respecting Mylene’s relationship with Ivan, springing a confession on her out of nowhere(maybe the script even has him try to kiss her)

And the fact that the show still pushes him as being a ‘Nice Guy’

Mylene being Adrinette-level oblivious to Jesse CLEARLY flirting with her even before he confesses

Ivan being treated like the bad guy in the situation, with it being framed as him getting akumatized out of jealousy, rather than completely justifiable anger at Jesse’s lack of regard for Mylene’s feelings.

(Canon)MARINETTE of all people giving Ivan a talk about not letting jealousy dictate your actions

Jesse never apologizes to either of them

Anything else you want to add, feel free!

Jesse: (knocks on the door frame of Ivan and Mylene’s trailer, all smiles) Hey guys, you ready to go over the script?

(He looks confused as their faces fall.) 

Jesse: Is... something wrong?

Mylene: Uh, yeah. Jess….we read over the script and it’s… 

Ivan: It’s not good.

(He only now realizes that Ivan looks like he's going to kill someone, and so does Mylene. He begins looking at the script.) 

Jesse: Ok, so it's got writing issues. But hey, this is my big break! I'm sure it can't be so ba- 

(He stops as he begins to read through it, his face getting more and more aghast and pissed.) 

Jesse: WHAT THE FU- 

(We cut to Thomas Astruc sitting at his desk playing with Ladybug and Cat Noir action figures.)

Thomas Astruc: (Pretending that they are speaking to Queen Bee) "Take that you vile bitch! You're worse than Hawk Moth" Pow pow! 

(Jesse and Myvan enter the room as he frantically puts the toys away.)

Thomas Astruc: Ah, Jose! Millenium, Igor! You must've gone through the new script! Pretty cool, huh?

Mylene: (Under her breath) That’s not even a name! 

Jesse: Actually, sir, we had some problems we were hoping to discuss with you. And it’s *Jesse*.

Thomas Astruc: Problems? There shouldn't be any problems. This is one of our best episodes yet. 

Ivan: *Raises his eyebrows* Sir, can we go over this episode from beginning to end so that you understand how each and every minute of this thing is wrong? 

Thomas Astruc: Whatever, I don't have anything else to do today.

Mylene: Okay, we’ll start at the beginning. Why am I suddenly Adrien-level oblivious?! Jesse’s clearly trying to flirt with me all throughout the first scene, and not once do I call him out on it, or point out that he should know damn well I have a boyfriend!

Ivan: Not to mention that you even have me thinking about wanting to beat him up for flirting with her! I'd never do that to my best bro! 

(He hugs Jesse.) 

Thomas Astruc: Well, it's because Mylene doesn't expect anyone besides Ivan to flirt with her since she's... let's just say... not conventionally attractive?

Jesse: Okay, one! Mylene is gorgeous, ask anyone here! And I mean that as her friend, so don’t get any ideas. And two, there’s a difference between ‘protective’ and ‘possessive’.

Ivan: And I should be protective seeing how the Jesse in this script is a total creep to her. 

Mylene: And when my teddy bear tells me about his concerns, albeit in a very ooc way, I brush him off as being jealous! Not to mention Marinette, the Girl Squad, and the boys treat HIM as the bad guy!

Thomas: Well, he’s letting feelings of jealousy get the better of him and friends are calling him out on it!

Ivan: Then have someone explain to me that while my feelings are valid, I should not go about it in such an aggressive way. I'm a gentle giant, not a toxic brute!

Jesse: Exactly! And I’m seeing some serious double standards here! So, Adrien can feel jealous from time to time, but if any other guy does, they’re villainized!

Thomas: Well, because it's destiny for him and Marinette to have gotten together! 

Jesse: Destiny my tiny ass! He told me it's because it's main character syndrome! 

Mylene: Speaking of which, in the show you have Stalkernette giving the speech at the end to Ivan about not letting jealousy dictate your actions. Marinette cackled when she saw that in the script, she couldn't believe it. 

Thomas Astruc: What's wrong with Marinette teaching Ivan a lesson? (They look aghast.)

Ivan: Because she regularly does insane and borderline if not outright illegal things based on her insane jealousy over Adrien!

Thomas Astruc: Yes, but now she's dating him. And she had good intentions. 

Mylene: That is so dumb, but we've got so much more to unpack. Next up is the confession. 

Thomas Astruc: Let me guess, there's something wrong with this as well? 

Ivan: Jesse, I'll let you go over the whole thing.

Jesse: (Takes a deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose) Oh my god, where to begin? First of all, why does this scene even need to happen? Why do I tell her my feelings for her out of nowhere, and during a dress rehearsal, which would likely put huge stress on her and affect her performance! It shows that I have total lack of regard for her feelings and needs, and reaffirms that I have NO respect for her relationship with Ivan. God, the way it’s worded is so cringe! I sound like a total creep! And the icing on top of this shit cake….the attempted kiss. What. The. Fuck.

Thomas Astruc: Because you were too swept up in your neverending love for Mylene! To you, it's the only thing more important than the theatre. Isn't that romantic? 

Jesse: HOW IN GOD'S NAME IS THAT ROMANTIC?! It's selfish! I wouldn't stress out one of the best actors we have with a proposition for her to have an affair or break up with Ivan.

Ivan: And how the fuck is it romantic to try and force a kiss on someone?! But no, the reason I get akumatized after seeing this is because I’m fucking jealous, not the fact that my girlfriend was almost assaulted!

Mylene: And that's another thing! Why didn't Ivan get treated as having a sympathetic akumatization, since we know you wouldn't write him calling the police on Jesse for trying to assault me. 

(Thomas gives them a exasperated groan.)

Thomas: Oh, come on! It was just a kiss and she pushed him away! What’s the big deal?

(Ivan is about to pummel him before controlling himself.) 

Mylene: Seeing how you never had Felix apologize for assaulting Marinette while pretending to see Adrien, I suppose you don't have any idea on how it feels for a woman in that situation. 

Jesse: Yeah, or how what I did was morally ireprehensible. 

Thomas Astruc: Fine! We'll change it so that you get akumatized. 

(Jesse looks wary) 

Jesse: Go on...

Thomas Astruc: We’ll have Jesse get akumatized instead because he’s mad about being rejected! He’ll go after Mylene and Ivan, and we were planning on give Gene a miraculous, so he can be a new hero that gets introduced! Is that better?

Jesse: First off, it's Jean, and second of all, shouldn't he get his own episode where he's the focus? Otherwise it just comes out of nowhere! 

Ivan: That's what I said for Penalteam. 

Mylene: Not only that, Jesse doesn't apologize at the end of this script. Would you make him apologize if he got akumatized? 

Thomas Astruc: Oh, they'll just sweep it under the rug. We'll even have him continue to flirt, it'll be hilarious! People will make compilations of Isaac being protective, it'll be great!

Mylene: That's even worse! It shows that he learned nothing and still doesn’t respect me as a person! And again, being protective is one thing, but you have a warped view of that. Wanting to beat someone up or threaten them to ‘stay away from my girl’ is dangerous and toxic. It makes it look like Ivan doesn’t view me as anything more than a possession!

Ivan: In fact, I'm even worse than in Origins. Now, Mylene's my girlfriend, and I kidnap her again! She didn't even do anything! Not only that, this time I literally crush and destroy anyone who even goes near her. And I tried to kill Jesse! Friend or not, I'd never murder, I'm no yandere. 

Thomas Astruc: Ladybug and Cat Noir will just cure everything, so you won't have any casualties. Problem solved!

Jesse: That doesn’t mean the trauma isn’t there! It’s been established that people remember what happens even after the cure is cast!

Thomas Astruc: Well, then it'll be a reminder to Jesse to stick to flirting instead of kissing, for Ivan to not get so worked up over harmless actions, and for Mylene to stand up for herself. 

Mylene: I didn't accept his advances! 

Thomas Astruc: Ah, but you didn't reject them, proof that Jeremy is perfect for the new love triangle now that Adrien and Marinette are together.

Mylene: (Gives him the mother of all death stares) If you have me even consider cheating on or breaking up with Ivan, I swear to God!

Thomas Astruc: Oh we won't. At least, not on screen. Do you think that you're really that important?! 

(He laughs as Jesse smiles, pulling out a phone, pressing the stop recording button.) 

Jesse: I think that's all we needed. Right guys?

Thomas Astruc: Wh-what are you talking about?

Ivan: You think we were really going to go in here and get an explanation without making sure the public knew what was going on? Sure all our points were valid, and what you said was disgusting, but we certainly did some rehearsing of our own. 

Mylene: (Smiling cutely at Ivan) Me and Jesse always had a knack for acting, didn't we?

Jesse: And now, people will know your whacked view on sexual assault and toxic behavior. And that you don’t care about the background cast.

Thomas Astruc: Y-you can't do this to me! I'm your creator!

Mylene: That doesn’t mean you care about us! Now maybe we can get the reboot we’ve all been pushing so hard for with someone legitimately competent in charge!

Jesse: Fans are more than willing to pick us up. And there's new independent studios. Weeby Productions, Sparky Studios, Artzy Line, all with better pay, and more attention.

Thomas Astruc: You'll be nothing without me. Nothing! 

(The three kids get up and begin to leave.)

Thomas Astruc: I’ll make sure you never work anywhere again! I can have you blacklisted!

Mylene: So long, Asstruck. 

(They slam the door on him.)

Ivan: God, it felt good to do that! 

Jesse: Oh, have you guys heard the news? Weeby Productions and Sparky Studios are actually coming together for a lot of cool projects! I think they’re calling it ‘WeebSpark’. I’ve read some of their pitches, and they seem awesome!

Mylene: And Artzy Line! Gabriel tweeted about it. Soon enough, we won't even need Zagtoon. 

Jesse: You know, some may call this cringy, but cringe culture is dead, so screw them! Ivan: And... since Miraculous Ladybug is now on Disney Plus, I hear that we'll be getting some episodes from the multiverse that are pretty... heroic? Maybe a few that are villainous? (Wink wink nudge nudge.) 

Mylene: Not to mention some monstrous multiverses as well!

Jesse: I’m just glad this is all gonna be over! So long, Thomas AssFuck!

(They cheer and walk off. Ismael walks in and smiles at the camera.) 

Ismael: Yeah, this a plug. Deal with it.

Thank you so much to Weeby for helping me write the script! She's the creator of Jesse, and we had a blast visualizing how canon would screw him up. The "script" for the episode will be posted soon. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask for more. @artzychic27 and @msweebyness

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nobody is a villain in their own story. George R.R. Martin.

#heroicintention — independent selective multimuse blog. low activity. 18+ only. written by puff (she/her 25+). mutuals only.

dark & questionable themes present. please read rules before following.

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Mobile Rules.

18+ Only. I am over 25, and I will only write with people over 18. If I believe I am speaking with someone below legal age, I will cut off contact immediately.

21+ Shipping. I am so sorry to anyone under 21, but I am more comfortable writing ships / more intimate relationships with those over the age of 21. I’m still happy to write with anyone over 18 in a general manner, but I just don’t want to write that, you know?

No Bigotry. I know I write some HELLA problematic kids, but ooc we do not take any of the phobias. Just leave. (I didn’t think I needed to say this specifically but I do not support JKR. I like the sandbox, I am attached to the characters, I think she’s a bigoted bitch.)

Following. I will probably only follow blogs I see myself having fandoms in common && I will have read your rules. I am happy to write with OCs as well, but I am mainly on tumblr to explore more dynamics in the fandoms I love . I will not follow those who are critical of what others are writing in their own spaces. I can respect having boundaries. I do not respect calling people names or hammering down on people for their interest in fictional topics.

Ending Contact / Blocking. The block button is a friend and I advise we all get to know her.

If we are mutuals and you unfollow for any reason other than inactivity please hard block me. I do not mind and I will not dig into it. I mainly do not want to cause discomfort because my forgetful ass follows you again. Moreover, I don’t want to be under the impression we’re still mutuals. I’ve gotten chewed out for it before and I’m way too sensitive for this world.

If I unfollow from inactivity or just no interaction, I'll probably soft block. I just prefer to do so.

If I’ve blocked you and we’ve never interacted? I just don’t see us meshing and/or something in your rules made me decide my blog may not be for you. No one is perfect for everyone.

If I am made to feel uncomfortable for any reason, I will cut off communication and block. The block button is a friend. We love her.

Triggers. This blog can and probably will contain dark, questionable, and possibly problematic themes. I will tag things as appropriately as I can. I will not tag things out of fanon thought (i.e. ‘they’re like brothers’ does not equal incest. All ship art / ship threads will have tags. Block them or block me. Again, I don’t mind. I don’t have many triggers, but will not be writing the following:

Any terminal illness au threads or any thread that has terminal illness romanticized.

Any romance / sexual relationship between a minor and an adult. All my muses partaking in a relationship WILL be 18+, though more likely 21+.

Anything regarding scat or vomit.

On Shipping.

Do not force ships on me. I will not force ships on you. I don’t mean don’t approach me and ask— I mean don’t have your muse automatically talk about having an intimate relationship with mine without discussion. My muses USUALLY need to work up to ships and I most likely will NOT instantly ship unless we’ve discussed it because in canon characters are married or DEEPLY involved.

Some of my muses may NEVER be truly interested in a relationship despite having feelings for someone. I apologize for that, but I really love complicated dynamics and sometimes a muse can't accept love.

Also— please do not take me talking about a certain ship and/or writing fic or drabble about a certain ship as me trying to pressure you into it! I post a lot of Negan/Rick content, for example, but my Negan is not open to shipping and my Rick is not easy to romance! I love all kinds of dynamics.

Length. I’m not a stickler for matching length by any means, but PLEASE give me something to work with, even if it is continued from a meme. I will most likely not reply to one-liners.

Writing Multiples. I am open to playing multiple characters within a thread (NPCs included).

Characterization. My characterization of my characters is my own. Do not force your headcanons for my character on me. Several of my characters are canon-divergent.

Characterization continued. I know some of my characters are popular. I know some of my bios are long. But please at least read the snippet of “about characterization” before we thread or ask me and I will gladly tell you. I will bring it to your attention if something has been misinterpreted.

Literate. My job includes copy editing... so I don't want to write with a mass of errors. I expect my writing partners to be literate-- though of course errors happen and I'm perfectly understanding!

God Modding. Do not godmod. Do not assume things of my characters. Do not try to control the actions of my muses— NPCs I am happy to share 'custody' of. Exceptions are made for small things that help more the story forward.

Drama. I REALLY didn’t think I needed to add this. Do not, under any circumstances, involve me in your drama. Do not take our mutual status as a reason to bring me into your battles. I do not want details, I don’t want information, I will block you. Unless someone is harming REAL MINORS or doxxing people? I do not want to know your beef.

Mobile Muse List. all bios found on google site as written.

Akito Sohma (Fruits Basket)

Alec Lightwood (The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Books Based)

Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man)

Ariana Dumbledore (Harry Potter)

Ashley Rayburn (DC Comics)

Bella Swan (Twilight) shut up i know

Beth Greene (The Walking Dead)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead)

Denki Kaminari (My Hero Academia - Canon Divergent)

Ellen Ripley (Alien)

Gabby Kinney (Marvel Comics)

Gomorrah (Sandman Original Character - Melds Mean Girls & Heathers)

Gwen Poole (Marvel Comics)

Harley Keener (Marvel Cinematic Universe + Comics)

Izuku Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Jason Todd (DC Comics)

Jillian Moriarty (BBC Sherlock Original Character)

Jim Moriarty (BBC Shelock)

Kamala Khan (Marvel Cinematic Universe + Comics)

Kateriina Wayne (DC Comics Original Character)

Keigo Takami (My Hero Academia)

Leah Clearwater (Twilight)

Lizzie Samuels (The Walking Dead)

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead) closed to shipping.

Nine (My Hero Academia)

Oboro Shirakumo (My Hero Academia)

Pansy Parkinson (Harry Potter)

Petunia Evans (Harry Potter)

Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

Rick Grimes (The Walking Dead)

Shoko Komi (Komi Can't Communicate)

Steve Rogers (Marvel Comics + Cinematic Universe)

Snorkmaiden (Moomins)

Toru Hagekure (My Hero Academia)

Walden Macnair (Harry Potter) single ship.

Will Byers (Stranger Things)

Yu Takeyama (My Hero Academia)