#for wanting their kids to be fucking safe

[dark-fics-4-you]

Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

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“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched as your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

“Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”

[animeredhead101]

Dad Hood DP x DC Crossover

Completed

The Devil Wore a T-Shirt by DisillusionedDanny :

After a one-night stand, Danny finds himself pregnant with Red Hood's kid. Now he finds himself as a dad to a small child with an important decision to make. Does he tell Red Hood he has a child? Or does Danny raise the kid by himself? Word Count: 24,778 Completed

Nothing But The Dead And Dying (back in my little town) by Umei_no_Mai :

Dan has just been rescued and is feeling a bit shorter than usual. Jason Todd has just been petitioned like he's a feudal warlord, which has never happened before but he could maybe get used to. They can probably make this work so long as Batman doesn't stick his nose in. Yeah, like that'll happen. Word Count: 123,925 Completed

my boy, my son by DisillusionedDanny :

In desperate need of a vacation, Danny has Clockwork turn him into a five year old so that he can have the childhood he never got. Soon, five year old Danny finds himself running wild in Gotham only to be kidnapped by some weird teenager in a costume who decides that Danny is going to be his son. What's Danny to do but accept this new weird guy as his new dad and become a super cool crime fighting vigilante with his new adopted family who have no clue he's a two thousand year old ghost king? Word Count: 18,210

Dad Hood by JaxinKH :

After a wish gone wrong, Danny has reverted to a child and sent to Gotham. Jason doesn't know how the kid ended up in his appartement, but he is now stuck looking after him. How hard could it be?

Word Count: 18,236

On-going

It's Not Sugar by ConspiracyCrows :

Ellie is destabilized and nearly killed by Vlad while trying to make another, "better", clone of Danny. In order to stabilize her she was de-aged to about 7, and now has chronic issues balancing her ecto the same way a type one diabetic has issues balancing blood sugars. In fact that's the cover story the pair use when Danny enrolls Ellie at Gotham Academy. The one favor he will allow Vlad to do for them. While Vlad seems to have finally come to his senses about Ellie, Danny won't let him anywhere near her ever again. Which is why they moved to Gotham in the first place, Vlad won't step foot there. It also helps that Lady Gotham is more than happy to have the Realms' Ambassador to the Living in her streets. They settle into Crime Alley, and Danny may or may not have forgotten to introduce himself to the Haunt owner, assuming Gotham would handle the niceties as he gets Ellie settled, and handles the pressing issues of the negotiations between the city, the realms, and those denizens of both who want or need one thing or other. Word Count: 23,052 On-going

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy :

He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly.

What the fuck.

What the hell was Jason supposed to do now?

Word Count: 119,791 On-going

If you find a vigilante in the dumpster by lunamugetsu :

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster. / / It was a normal night of patrol for Jason. Beating up a bunch of criminals. Shooting them with bullets (they're rubber bullets Bruce! Calm down!) Get stabbed by them. Pass out from blood loss in the place he was taking refuge in Wake up in an apartment, his wounds bandaged and all. And to a black haired blue eyed kid staring at him. "I found you in the garbage!" Word Count: 120,002 On-going

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away by FearlessHades :

After escaping from the GIW, Danny crash lands in Gotham. He's six years old, his entire life has burned behind him, and one of the Gotham vigilantes is running around with a stifled Core. What's a kid to do?

A Jason Adopts Danny fic featuring De-aged!Danny, family feels, and Jason's Grand Master Plan going completely off the rails.

Word Count: 53,233

The (Un)Living Weapon by Anonymous :

They had only planned on raiding the facility. They hadn't expected it to be barren. Apart from a kid, chained and muzzled. With eyes of Lazarus water. Jason didn't intend on getting a kid out of the whole ordeal, but unlike Bruce, he is ready to kill to keep him safe. Word Count: 47,483

Mending a Family by Katelover98 :

Sequel to Creating a Family.

I decided to write this after getting such a good response on that fic. However, I wrote this new fic here instead of updating it in case anyone liked the open ending and didn't want more to spoil the way I left it. There won't be an overarching plot but a bunch of one-shots that show how Jason went from no family to a family that would kill and die for him.

This fic won't have a set schedule so I'll update when inspiration hits. That means one week I might update daily and other times it might take a while. It'll depend

Fair warning, I don't know much about Roy Harper, but I've done a bit of research so when he shows up, hopefully, he'll be well-written.

Word Count: 45,852

Visitant Lights by Shynnohwen for Cielle_Noire, AcesAndSpades72, foldingfacets :

After a run in with Vlad that left the entire Fenton family turned into little children and a subsequential kidnapping by what they think are ninjas the Fenton family escape to Gotham to lay low and figure out how to reverse their ages as Sam and Tucker help where they can, growing sense of dread as months goes by and they are no closer to fixing this. Danny, frustrated at lack of progress and tiny body, runs into the Red Hood while stealing his wheel to replace the one he broke. This results in Jason and the Pit Madness co-parenting, Dick mistaken for a stripper, Tucker unknowingly becoming Oracle's archnemesis, Sam believing the local coffee addict is a serial killer, Damian taking on an apprentice, various members of the Rogue Gallery becoming self-appointed uncles and aunts, Amity Park becoming a hellhole full of supernaturally powerful people trying to survive, Damian trying to get a certain Fenton adopted into his family, and Joker developing severe and crippling phasmophobia. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now has a TV Tropes! https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/VisitantLights Word Count : 82,890

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Who kidnapped age gap reader?? :(( AND WHY??

You sit on the cot and try to stay calm. Calm is good. Calm is safe. If you stay calm maybe you can make him think you're going along with it. That you're going to let it all happen like he wants. And he'll let his guard down.

This time it's a storage unit, it looks like. And- oh, how kind. He gave you a bucket. And some gossip rags. About yourself? what the fuck? "We'll have 7 kids," he declared, "We'll need 7 to be in our band-"

"Oh what instrument do you-"

"SHUT UP!" he barked rounding on you, "You owe me this. You don't TALK unless I tell you you fucking can, do you understand?"

You stare at him insolently. Blinking. Waiting.

"Answer me, you useless foid," he screamed.

"You didn't tell me I could talk to you," you answer simply.

But when he brandishes the knife at you again, only to have a Batarang hit the back of his hand and force him to drop it, you exhale slowly. "That's quite enough of that," Bruce said, handily backhanding the man out of his way towards Clark.

"Well, I feel special," you manage, through chattering teeth. Not sure why you feel so cold.

"My mother is a big fan of your movies, ma'am," Clark called over his shoulder, as he carried the still howling kidnapper away. Off to find a convenient cop to hand him to.

Bruce was grateful all you had was a few bruises. But when you start to cry, he pulled you against his chest, "It's alright," he soothed. "You're safe. Princess, I'm here."

"I tried to run but-"

"I know," he murmured. "You did everything you could do." He wrapped his cape around you when he heard cop cars. Aware that your clothes were torn from the struggle.

"Do you have to go?" you asked him.

"If anyone asks," Bruce said smiling a little, "Superman picked me up because he wanted help putting the case together. And I helped because all my Robins liked your movies."

"So sell it."

"Peak starlet. Or just faint if you don't want to do press things. Did he hit your head? What hurts, baby?" You're still sniffling. Even if you're not clinging to him now that there are witnesses.

"I'm just so tired, Brucie," you murmur.

And he knows you're not just talking about today. You're tired of being afraid. Tired of having to protect yourself and not knowing who to trust. And his heart aches. "Just talk to the cops and then faint," he murmurs. "I'm going to disappear. They'll take you to the hospital. Then Bruce Wayne will come and pick you up, okay?"

"Okay," you murmur, wiping tears away on the back of your hand.

[bearhugsandshrugs]

The whole Solavellan romance is even more fucked when you consider that at the beginning of Veilguard, Lavellan has potentially spent 12 years waiting for Solas: hoping and trying to convince him to stop.

I think it's really interesting to wonder who would wait that long.

And yes, that kind of love of course exists. But Lavellan is mortal.

If she wanted to have children, especially if during DAI she was already in her late 20s or early 30s, she is literally running out of time to have them.

Maybe the point has already passed and she's still waiting for Solas and her happy ending. Maybe she decided to at least get one thing she wanted in life: children, even if in a loveless marriage.

Maybe she married without kids, because knowing what he planned she couldn't have them. Maybe she fell in love, and it's a good love, not quite like Solas, but good and solid and safe nevertheless. Maybe it's a marriage that was supposed to make her forget, but couldn't.

Maybe she swore it all off: love, children, her own happiness, all of it.

Either way.

12 years is a really long time for someone whose life expectancy took a dip after getting the fade mark.

12 years is a really long time to feel rejected.

I wonder if at one point the only way to survive was to let the hope go. How long it would take. What it would take. Who it would take.

And I know that Solas would wonder that too.

[estellan0vella]

Goth Vampire Mafia Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon and you’ve got the living room to yourself. The tattoo parlour is closed for the day, and you’re cosied up on the living room couch with a blanket draped over your legs, the first Twilight movie queued up and ready to go. The TV’s soft glow is the only light in the room as you settle in, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

Just as the movie starts, you hear little footsteps padding down the hallway. Yuji, your boyfriend Sukuna's younger brother, peeks into the living room with curious eyes.

“Whatcha watching, Y/N/N?” he asks, climbing up beside you on the couch.

“Twilight,” you reply with a smile, ruffling his hair. “Want to join?”

“Sure!” Yuji grins, snuggling up beside you.

When the scene comes where Edward stops the car with his hand to save Bella, Sukuna can't contain his disbelief as he walks into the room and sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Did he just stop a moving car with his hand? And no one questions this? Are all the humans in this town idiots?”

The iconic forest scene soon appears. Edward Cullen, looking as brooding as ever, says to Bella, “You’re my own personal brand of heroin.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Sukuna scoffs. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Just wait, Kuna,” you tease, “it gets better.”

The movie continues, and soon it’s the infamous spider monkey scene. Edward lifts Bella onto his back and takes off into the trees. Sukuna lets out a bark of laughter. “Spider monkey? Who the hell wrote this script?”

By the time Yuji’s eyes light up at Alice’s entrance, you can tell he’s hooked. “She’s so cool,” he whispers, watching her with rapt attention. You smile, noting his budding crush.

As the movie progresses, Sukuna's running commentary continues, providing a constant stream of humorous and critical remarks. When the scene comes where Edward reveals he’s been watching Bella sleep for months, Sukuna’s incredulity peaks.

“Why the hell is he watching her sleep? That’s creepy as fuck,” he says, shaking his head.

Yuji looks up at him, curious. “Why does he do that, Suku?”

“Because he’s a fucking weirdo,” Sukuna answers bluntly. “Only a complete creep would think that’s romantic.”

You chuckle, trying to keep your laughter quiet, and ruffle Yuji’s hair. “Just remember, Yuji, if you like a girl, don’t ever do that.”

Sukuna nods, smirking. “Exactly. Normal people don’t stalk their crushes while they sleep.”

As the movie continues, Sukuna finds more to criticize about Edward’s behaviour. During the infamous scene where Edward takes Bella to meet his family and they play baseball, Sukuna can't help but comment on Edward’s overprotectiveness.

“Look at this guy, acting all possessive. Bella can’t even hang out with his family without him hovering over her,” Sukuna says, rolling his eyes.

Yuji, still entranced by the movie, asks, “Isn’t he just trying to keep her safe?”

Sukuna snorts. “There’s a difference between keeping someone safe and treating them like they’re made of glass. Edward’s got control issues.”

When James, the villain, makes his entrance, Sukuna’s disdain is palpable. “This guy’s supposed to be a threat? What a loser.”

When the movie reaches the climax with the showdown in the ballet studio, Sukuna’s frustration with James grows. “So, this is the big plan? Lure her to a ballet studio? Real original, James.”

As James taunts Bella and the tension builds, Sukuna’s disdain is clear. “This guy talks too much. If he spent less time monologuing and more time actually doing something, maybe he’d be a real threat.”

When Edward finally arrives and the fight ensues, Sukuna critiques every move. “Look at Edward, trying to be all heroic. This fight looks like two high school kids who took one too many drama classes.”

As Edward defeats James and the scene calms, Sukuna leans back with a sigh. “That’s it? All that buildup for such a weak villain. They could have at least made the fight interesting.”

The first movie ends and you pop in New Moon. As Edward breaks up with Bella and she collapses in the forest, Sukuna throws his hands up in exasperation. “You’ve got to be kidding me. All this drama over a breakup? Get a grip, Bella.”

Yuji looks confused. “Why is she so sad, Suku?”

Sukuna sighs. “Because she thinks her world is ending because her sparkly vampire boyfriend left her. It’s ridiculous.”

You can’t help but fangirl a bit when Paul Lahote appears on screen, and Sukuna rolls his eyes every time you sigh over him. “Really, babe? This guy?”

The movie's dramatic elements give Sukuna plenty of material. During one of the many shirtless scenes, he mutters, “Why do they keep stripping every time they turn into wolves? Do they not own shirts?”

Yuji giggles. “Maybe it’s because they get too hot?”

Sukuna shakes his head. “Or maybe it’s just an excuse to show off their abs. Either way, it’s absurd.”

As Bella continues her self-destructive behaviour, Sukuna can’t help but comment. “So she’s jumping off cliffs now? What’s next, bungee jumping without a cord?”

When Bella cliff dives and Edward goes straight to the Volturi, Sukuna groans. “Oh, come on. This is so over-the-top. Just because she jumped off a cliff?”

You laugh, patting Sukuna’s arm. “He thinks she’s dead, Kuna. It’s dramatic, but it’s love.”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “Love? This is obsession. There’s a difference.”

The Volturi make their appearance, and Sukuna looks genuinely baffled. “Why is there a vampire goth mafia with creepy twins? This makes no sense.”

As Jane demonstrates her power, Sukuna snickers. “Look at her, trying so hard to be scary with her little pain trick. Adorable.”

Yuji watches intently. “She’s kinda scary, though.”

Sukuna shakes his head. “Scary? Maybe if you’re a toddler. She’s just another overhyped character in this mess.”

When Bella and Alice race to save Edward, Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Of course, now we have a race against time. How cliché can you get?”

The scene where Bella runs through the crowd to stop Edward from revealing himself makes Sukuna groan. “This is straight out of a bad romance novel. Just stop already.”

When Bella saves Edward and they confront the Volturi, Sukuna is unimpressed. “So, he was willing to die because he thought she was dead? This guy needs therapy.”

As the Volturi threaten Bella, Sukuna scoffs. “Now they’re all protective over her again. Make up your mind, Edward. Do you want her in your dangerous world or not?”

The movie drags on with more angst and drama, and Sukuna’s patience wears thin. “This whole movie is just one big pity party. Can we get to something interesting?”

When Jacob confesses his feelings to Bella, Sukuna can’t help but laugh. “Oh great, now the werewolf is in love with her too. This love triangle is a disaster.”

You chuckle, leaning into Sukuna. “It’s supposed to be romantic tension.”

He smirks. “More like romantic nonsense.”

Eclipse begins, and the love triangle heats up. Sukuna can’t stop commenting on it. “This is just ridiculous. Pick one and move on, for god’s sake.”

As Bella flits between Edward and Jacob, Sukuna mutters under his breath. “This girl has no clue what she wants. It’s exhausting just watching her.”

When Victoria makes her appearance, Sukuna smirks. “Finally, someone interesting. Please, someone tear Bella to pieces and end this nonsense.”

During the training scenes with the Cullens and the wolves preparing to fight Victoria's newborn army, Sukuna shakes his head. “So, we’re supposed to believe these inexperienced newborns are a real threat? And the solution is a bunch of reluctant werewolves and a dysfunctional vampire family?”

As the heated argument between Edward and Jacob unfolds, Sukuna bursts out laughing. “Look at these two, fighting over a girl who can’t make up her mind. Pathetic. They should just leave her and become best friends. They’d probably be happier.”

When the proposal scene unfolds, Sukuna’s frustration peaks. “Now they’re getting married? This is the most dysfunctional relationship ever. They’re doomed.”

When Bella and Edward are camping in the mountains, Sukuna snorts. “So let me get this straight, they need Jacob, the human heater, to keep Bella warm? That’s some love triangle they got going on.”

Edward and Jacob’s conversation outside the tent catches Sukuna’s attention. “Look at this, they’re actually bonding over their mutual obsession with Bella. This is the weirdest bromance ever.”

When Bella attempts to kiss Jacob to stop him from leaving, Sukuna’s disdain is evident. “Seriously? She kisses him now? She’s playing them both like a fiddle. This girl is a mess.”

As the final battle approaches and tensions rise, Sukuna comments on every dramatic scene. “Oh, now they’re suddenly a well-coordinated team. Convenient.”

During the battle, Sukuna is actively rooting for Victoria and the newborns. “Come on, make this interesting. At least take out one of the main characters.”

When Victoria and Riley corner Edward and Bella, Sukuna leans forward. “Finally, some action. Let’s see if they can actually pull this off.”

As the battle intensifies, Sukuna can’t help but critique every move. “Edward’s fighting style is so pretentious. And Bella just stands there. Great strategy.”

When Seth and Edward finally defeat Riley and Victoria, Sukuna sighs dramatically. “Well, that was anticlimactic. I was expecting more from the big bad villain.”

The movie moves to the aftermath, with Jacob recovering from his injuries. Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Of course, he gets hurt protecting Bella. Typical.”

As Edward and Bella discuss their future together, Sukuna can’t hold back his sarcasm. “So, after all that, she still chooses the sparkly vampire? Shocking.”

Breaking Dawn Part One is next and the wedding scene unfolds, and Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Of course, it’s a big fancy wedding. Because nothing says ‘forever’ like an over-the-top ceremony.”

When Bella and Edward’s romantic escapades start, Sukuna scoffs. “Oh great, now they’re making the bed look like it’s been through a tornado. Who knew vampires had such a destructive streak?”

Yuji giggles from behind your and Sukuna's hands. “Why are they breaking everything?”

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “They’re just... having a very intense hug, kid. Don’t worry about it.”

As the honeymoon continues, Sukuna’s smirk widens. “So, they destroy an entire bed and then play chess for the rest of their honeymoon? Sounds like a blast. Who needs a beach when you can have a game of chess in a room full of broken furniture?”

When Bella starts experiencing strange symptoms and realizes she’s pregnant, Sukuna leans back, incredulous. “Oh, come on. She gets pregnant from one night with a vampire? That’s some fast-acting biology. It’s like the moment they decided to ‘get busy,’ her uterus went into overdrive.”

Yuji looks confused. “How can she be having a baby so soon?”

You ruffle his hair, trying to keep it light. “It’s just a movie, Yuji. Things happen fast.”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “Fast? More like implausibly fast. I wouldn’t be surprised if she gave birth the next day”

As Bella’s pregnancy progresses and her condition worsens, Sukuna’s disbelief turns into frustration. “This is just irresponsible. Who in their right mind thinks having a vampire baby is a good idea? It’s like playing Russian roulette with your own body.”

When Bella’s back breaks during childbirth, Sukuna laughs out loud. “Well, that’s what you get for wanting a vampire baby. A back snapped like a breadstick”

Yuji winces at the scene. “Is she okay?”

You try to soothe him. “She will be, Yuji. It’s just really dramatic.”

As Jacob’s imprinting on Renesmee unfolds, Sukuna’s face contorts with disbelief. “This is so messed up. Seriously?”

He continues, incredulous. “So, let me get this straight: he’s been in love with Bella this whole time, but now he’s suddenly in love with her newborn daughter? That’s just creepy. It’s like a bad Twilight Zone episode. One minute he’s hot for Bella, and the next he’s googly-eyed over a baby. What kind of messed-up interfamily love triangle is this?”

Yuji looks puzzled. “What’s imprinting?”

Sukuna sighs, trying to find a way to explain it. “It’s like... finding your soulmate. But in this case, it’s really weird because he’s a grown man and she’s a baby. It’s like telling a toddler, ‘Hey, you’re my soulmate,’ and then waiting for her to grow up. It’s just... wrong on so many levels.”

You nod, adding, “It means he’ll always protect her and be there for her, but yeah, it’s a bit strange.”

Sukuna shakes his head. “Strange? It’s beyond strange. It’s downright disturbing. This whole imprinting thing is like a loophole in the storyline, a convenient way to make Jacob’s character relevant without actually giving him any real development.”

As the scenes shift to Bella’s transformation into a vampire, Sukuna’s tone softens slightly, though his sarcasm remains. “Well, at least she looks hot now. Can’t deny that. But the whole process? It’s still a freak show. Who knew becoming a vampire involved so much screaming and blood?”

But when Renesmee appears, he’s back to his critical self. “Why does the baby look so wrong? That’s just creepy.”

He leans closer to the screen, scrutinizing the CGI baby. “Seriously, they couldn’t find a real baby for this? It looks like a haunted doll."

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Come on, Kuna, it’s not that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” he insists. “Look at her! She’s like something out of a horror movie. I half expect her head to spin around.”

Yuji, engrossed in the movie, glances up at Sukuna. “I think she’s kinda cute.”

Sukuna smirks, shaking his head. “Kid, you need to get your eyes checked. That baby’s giving me the creeps.”

The movie continues, and every time Renesmee is on screen, Sukuna has something to say. “Why does she keep staring like that? It’s unsettling. And those eyes! They’re way too big for her head.”

He mimics the baby’s expression, wide-eyed and stiff, making you and Yuji burst into laughter.

When Jacob explains the imprinting to Bella and Edward, Sukuna is incredulous. “So let me get this straight: he’s in love with the creepy baby now? This just keeps getting weirder.”

As Renesmee ages rapidly, Sukuna keeps up his commentary. “Great, now she’s a creepy toddler. And why does she look like she’s staring into your soul? Every time she looks at the camera, I half expect her to say, ‘I see dead people.’”

You can’t help but laugh at his relentless criticism. “You’re really not letting this go, are you?”

“Nope,” he replies with a grin. “They had a chance to make a normal-looking baby, and they blew it. I’m gonna keep pointing it out.”

As the movie progresses, Renesmee continues to grow at an accelerated rate. Sukuna's eyes are glued to the screen, his critical gaze unwavering.

“Is it just me, or is she ageing faster than a vampire should be allowed to? This kid is like a living, creepy time-lapse,” Sukuna remarks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Yuji, still captivated by the movie, looks up at Sukuna. “But she’s supposed to be special, right?”

Sukuna snorts. “Special? More like a special effects nightmare. Look at her—she’s gone from baby to child in what, a week? I’ve seen horror movies with more believable ageing.”

The scene shifts to Renesmee as a child, interacting with the rest of the Cullen family. Sukuna shakes his head in disbelief. “And now she’s a kid who looks like she’s seen some things. Those eyes are still too big for her head. It’s like they didn’t even try to make her look normal.”

When Renesmee starts using her powers to show people her thoughts, Sukuna’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh great, now she’s a mind-reading horror child. Because that’s exactly what this movie needed—more creepy abilities.”

You chuckle, trying to keep your laughter under control. “You’re really on a roll tonight, Kuna.”

He smirks, leaning back on the couch. “I can’t help it, babe. This whole thing is a mess. They should have just let her be a normal baby. But no, they had to go for the uncanny valley effect.”

As the movie progresses, the scene shifts to a wintery landscape where Renesmee is shown jumping into the air to catch snowflakes. Sukuna's critical gaze narrows even further.

“Oh, great. Now she’s a creepy ballerina vampire,” he mutters. “Seriously, what’s with this kid? She’s like a supernatural circus act.”

Yuji, still captivated, looks up at Sukuna with wide eyes. “But she’s having fun, Suku! Look at her go!”

Sukuna snorts. “Having fun? She’s floating in the air like she’s part ghost. If I saw that in real life, I’d call an exorcist.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Come on, Kuna, she’s just catching snowflakes.”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “Catching snowflakes? She’s defying gravity! Look at her. No one else seems to find this odd?”

As Renesmee gracefully lands back on the ground and smiles at Bella, Sukuna sighs dramatically. “Of course, she just smiles and acts like it’s the most normal thing in the world. No big deal, just our super creepy child playing in the snow.”

Yuji giggles. “I think it’s cool! I wish I could do that.”

Sukuna ruffles Yuji’s hair. “Trust me, kid, you’re better off being normal. Less chance of creeping people out. I'd have to disown you if you started doing freaky shit like that around me and Y/N/N”

When Renesmee looks at Jacob and they share a moment, Sukuna can’t help but roll his eyes. “Oh great, more of this weird bond thing. It’s like they’re trying to make everything as uncomfortable as possible.”

You chuckle, leaning into Sukuna. “You’re really having a hard time with this, huh?”

He smirks, wrapping an arm around you. “Just calling it like I see it, babe. This whole movie is like a bad dream you can’t wake up from.”

The scene shifts to Charlie Swan, Bella’s father, visiting the Cullens. Renesmee is playing nearby, looking much older than the last time he saw her. Sukuna’s jaw drops.

“Wait, hold on,” he says, incredulous. “Does Charlie not realize his granddaughter was a baby like two months ago? How is he not questioning this?”

Yuji looks puzzled. “Maybe they told him she grows fast?”

Sukuna shakes his head. “Growing fast is one thing, but this kid’s ageing like she’s on steroids on crack. The girl's on crack steroids. How can he just accept this without freaking out?”

Charlie awkwardly interacts with Renesmee, clearly confused but not pressing the issue. Sukuna throws his hands up in exasperation. “Unbelievable. This guy is the worst cop ever. He can’t see what’s right in front of him!”

You laugh, nudging Sukuna playfully. “Maybe he’s just trying to be supportive.”

“Supportive? He’s in denial!” Sukuna retorts. “If my kid came home with a baby that turned into a pre-teen in two months, I’d be asking all kinds of questions.”

Charlie’s scene ends, and Sukuna leans back, shaking his head. “They must have him under some kind of mind control. That’s the only explanation. Or he is unbelievably stupid and definitely should lose his job"

The scene shifts to the Cullens gathering allies from various vampire clans around the world, preparing for the inevitable confrontation with the Volturi. Sukuna's expression is a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Look at this. It’s like a vampire United Nations,” Sukuna quips, his eyes glued to the screen as the different vampire clans make their dramatic entrances.

Yuji looks up, eyes wide. “They’re all here to help?”

Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, because nothing says ‘epic battle’ like a bunch of random vampires with barely any backstory. Who are these people? They just show up and we’re supposed to care about them?”

As the Denali coven arrives, Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “So these guys are supposed to be their long-lost cousins or something? And why do they all look like they stepped out of a fashion magazine?”

The Irish coven’s introduction makes Sukuna chuckle. “Oh great, now we’ve got stereotypical Irish vampires. What’s next, a leprechaun with fangs?”

You laugh, nudging Sukuna. “Come on, Kuna, they’re just trying to show the diversity of the vampire world.”

He rolls his eyes. “Diversity? This is more like a bad casting call. And what’s with the vampire who can control the elements? Are we watching Twilight or Avatar: The Last Airbender?”

When the Amazonian vampires make their appearance, Sukuna shakes his head. “Seriously? They brought in jungle vampires? This is getting out of hand.”

As the Cullens explain their strategy to their new allies, Sukuna can’t help but comment on the absurdity. “So their grand plan is to stand around and look intimidating? Brilliant strategy. I’m sure the Volturi are shaking in their boots.”

When the Romanians arrive, Sukuna’s eyebrows shoot up again. “Oh, fantastic. Now we’ve got Transylvanian clichés. Where’s Dracula when you need him?”

Yuji giggles at Sukuna’s relentless commentary. “They’re all here to help, Suku. It’s a good thing, right?”

Sukuna ruffles Yuji’s hair, smirking. “Sure, kid. If you consider a bunch of random, underdeveloped characters showing up at the last minute a good thing.”

The scene continues with the Cullens strategizing with their allies, and Sukuna can’t help but shake his head. “This looks like a bad game of Vampire Risk. They’re all standing around like they’re about to take over the world, but half of them can barely keep a straight face.”

As the preparations for the battle continue, Sukuna’s criticism remains sharp. “They’ve got all these powerful allies, but their plan hinges on Bella’s mind-shield? That’s like putting all your money on a horse that’s never raced before.”

You chuckle, leaning into Sukuna. “It’s just a movie, Kuna. Suspend your disbelief a little.”

He grins, wrapping an arm around you. “For you, babe, maybe. But I’m still going to call out the ridiculous parts.”

As the final battle approaches and the tension builds, Sukuna’s commentary becomes more pointed. “This whole series has been building up to this moment, and I still don’t understand half of these characters. They’re like extras in a high school play.”

Yuji is heartbroken when Carlisle, Jasper and the wolves die. You hold him close, trying to comfort him. Sukuna, on the other hand, is visibly shocked by the plot twist with Alice’s vision. “Well, didn’t see that coming,” he mutters, somewhat impressed.

After the revelation that the battle was a vision, Sukuna can't help but voice his thoughts. “So, none of this is real? This whole battle is just one big ‘what if’ scenario? What a cop-out.” As the movie continues and Nahuel, the half-vampire, half-human child, makes his entrance, Sukuna’s disbelief is evident.

“Oh, look, another surprise twist,” Sukuna mutters, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Just what we needed—another hybrid kid to magically solve all their problems.”

Yuji, still recovering from the emotional rollercoaster, looks up at Sukuna. “Is he like Renesmee?”

Sukuna snorts. “Apparently. But instead of clarifying things, it just makes it more ridiculous. Now we have hybrid kids running around too. It’s like they’re trying to cover every possible supernatural angle.”

When Nahuel starts explaining his origins and how he’s been living for over a century, Sukuna rolls his eyes. “Great, now we have a 150-year-old man trapped in a teenager’s body. This just keeps getting better.”

You chuckle, nudging Sukuna playfully. “Come on, Kuna, give the guy a break.”

Sukuna smirks. “A break? This whole thing is a mess. They’re just throwing in plot twists to keep it interesting. It’s like they couldn’t figure out how to end it, so they just kept adding more characters.”

Nahuel’s story about his mother dying in childbirth catches Sukuna’s attention, but not in a positive way. “So, his mother dies giving birth to him, and he’s been wandering the world ever since? What a conveniently tragic backstory. This guy’s existence is just one big plot device.”

Yuji looks puzzled. “But doesn’t he prove that Renesmee will be okay?”

Sukuna sighs. “Sure, kid. He’s here to make everyone feel better about the creepy baby growing up too fast. It’s like they needed someone to vouch for her so the Volturi wouldn’t freak out.”

As the Cullens and their allies celebrate their victory and the end of the conflict, Sukuna’s frustration remains palpable. “So, they gather all these vampires, have this huge build-up, and then it’s all resolved because of one guy showing up and saying, ‘Hey, everything’s cool’? What a letdown.”

You laugh, resting your head on Sukuna’s shoulder. “At least it’s over, right?”

He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Yeah, thank god for that. But I’m still mad about how easily they wrapped everything up. It’s like the writers just wanted to finish and move on.”

The final scenes show the Cullens returning to their peaceful lives, and Sukuna can’t help but comment. “So, everything goes back to normal? No consequences, no follow-up on the Volturi? They just walk away, and everyone lives happily ever after?”

You nod, smiling. “That’s how it goes in these stories, Kuna. Just accept it.”

Sukuna smirks. “Accept it? Sure. But I’m not letting them off the hook for this weak ending. They had a chance to do something interesting, and they blew it.”

As the credits roll, Yuji’s excitement returns. “That was awesome! Can we watch it again tomorrow?”

“Maybe another day,” you laugh, ruffling his hair again. “It’s late, and you need to get to bed.”

As you all head off to bed, Sukuna wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You know, babe, those movies were terrible,” he says with a smirk, “but I had fun watching them with you.”

You smile up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I had fun too, Kuna. Thanks for sticking it out with us.”

He chuckles, leading you to your room. “Anything for you, baby. Even if it means enduring five movies of sparkly vampires and dramatic wolves.”

As you lie in bed, you hear Sukuna’s voice one last time before sleep takes you. “I still can’t believe that goth vampire mafia. And that baby...”

You fall asleep with a smile on your face, knowing that even through all his complaints, Sukuna stayed by your side, sharing every laugh and every groan.

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[mikedfaist]

Actually dying for more riff stuff !! Like I can’t stop thinking about rich reader! falling in love with such a scumbag that, at the start, you have to keep it from your family because you know they would hate him. And maybe he doesn’t argue about keeping the whole thing a secret, maybe he gets a little possessive and doesn’t want such a pretty little diamond like you get filthy from his lifestyle and the guys. And maybeeeee once it’s all out in the open crazy chaos ensues, your family refuse to accept him and the boys are deeply hesitant about you too, but riff doesn’t care, riff would go to war for you and vice versa.

Actually in pain.

You are his diamond. You truly are the most incredible, perfect, ravishing person he’s ever had the pleasure of sharing the same breath with. He doesn’t want to tarnish you. Fuck, he truly can’t find a conceivable reason as to why you love him. He knows he can’t offer much. Why you chose him over everyone else will remain a perishing mystery, and he promises, until his own dying breath, he will go to war for you.

She always makes sure he has food in his fridge, clean clothes, and a roof over his head. He always makes sure no punks are sniffing the streets in her direction. He always walks her home after work, though most times he’s a safe distance away to steer away any prowling eyes. She will always write him notes and drop them on the sidewalk, and he keeps every one of her notes in a tin can under his bed.

Meet me on the rooftop tonight. x

I love you, baby. x

Let’s run away. x

He would drop anything for her. He’s truly devoted, and the boys know something is up when he fails to show up to the park some mornings, or his own apartment. They are the first to discover the two of them. You seldom come around his apartment, because the boys come and go as they please, but Riff was certain they would all be at the docks that afternoon, and he wanted time alone with you.

But it was Ice and Action who showed up to get some beers, and they found the two of you nearly undressed on his sofa. It’s a sight you can’t really come back from. I think the boys feel some betrayal, because doesn’t Riff tell them everything? He would never keep something from them. They begin to doubt Riff’s loyalty, and his placement within the group, because is he really bailing on plans to hang with a girl?

“You think—she’s not just some—“ He’s seeing red. How fucking dare them ball you up into some insipid category. You aren’t just some girl. Shame on them for looking at you and even thinking such a thing.

He’s starting to regret not fulfilling your wishes on running away together. Stealing a bunch of your parents money and buying a house upstate, changing your names, and having three kids. It’s not too late for that. Once your parents find out, they’d kick you out. They don’t want you around scum like him. They’d have you settle for a kind lad at the prep school. The same boys born with a silver spoon so far up their asses that it’s fossilized. But those boys wouldn’t protect you like Riff does.

“Please,” he tells the boys, his shirt still hanging over the backside of his sofa. “I love her. I can’t lose this.”

[fitpacs]

A Day With Richarlyson

Summary: With Pac and Ramon away for the night, Fit and Richarlyson spend some much needed father and son time together.

Genre: Family Fluff

(a not-so surprise birthday present for my beloved @hepbaestus !)

((written in collaboration with the super talented @shen-mu who has created beautiful accompanying art on their blog!!))

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“And you’re sure you’ll be okay? All of you?” Pac asks, pressing his lips together as he studies Fit’s face.

Fit rolls his eyes. “You’re asking if we’ll be okay if you go on an overnight trip? It’s already early evening!”

Richarlyson, stood beside Fit, places a sign.

‘just go, we won’t let him get into too much trouble kkkkkkkk’

Pac smiles and crouches down.

Both eggs immediately rush to stand in front of him.

Pac straightens out Richarlyson’s jersey and Ramon’s meathead, and gathers the two in a quick hug.

“Oh for god’s sake, we’re going for science materials, we’re not on our fucking deathbeds!” Tubbo shouts, from where he sits on a nearby wall, and taps his heels against the bricks impatiently. Beside him, Mike snickers.

Fit flips the two off before diverting his attention back to his family, and the familiar warmth blooms in his chest at the sight.

Pac stands back up and smiles warmly at Fit.

“Guess i’ve gotta go,” he says.

“Guess you do,” Fit nods. “Stay safe.”

Pac grins. “Please, Fitch,” he flexes his muscles. “Like anything would stand a chance against me.”

Fit prays to every deity that may exist that Pac does not notice the way he gulps.

Pac then winks and jogs over to Tubbo and Mike, and the three set off walking in the opposite direction.

Ramon and Richarlyson wave, and Pac waves back before Tubbo forcibly turns Pac back around to avoid him tripping over a boulder.

Once they are out of sight, both eggs look up at Fit.

“Right, Ramon, are you still having your sleepover with Empanada and Sunny?” Fit asks, and Ramon jumps in place before placing a sign.

‘yea, sunny will be upset with tubbo gone so i’ll comfort her’

“You’re a good brother, kid,” Fit smiles at his son. “But make sure one of Empanada’s moms messages me if you need anything.”

‘i won’t need anything but sure. have a good night :D’

Ramon barely finishes destroying his sign before Richas places his.

‘we will! have fun!’

“Have fun, Ramon,” Fit smiles, and Ramon nods before retrieving his warp stone and teleporting away.

He looks down at Richas, who is facing him in turn. The egg then begins dancing, as he frequently does.

Fit laughs. “Setting the pace for the rest of the night, huh?”

Richas jumps up and spins in the air before placing a sign.

‘can we play tag?’

“Sure!” Fit replies. “I have to warn you, though, i’m quicker than I look. You won’t win this war.”

Richas destroys his sign and throws his weight against Fit’s legs before he runs away.

“Guess i’m the tagger, huh?” Fit laughs as he sets off after the little egg. “I won’t hold back, Richas!”

Richas, having already gained a considerable distance, begins dancing in the middle of a flowerbed in what Fit assumes is a taunt.

It works.

—

It turns out, Fit absolutely will not win this war.

He practically wheezes against a tree as Richas strolls over, and tosses a water bottle at his feet. He accepts it gratefully and chugs the water, and slides down to the ground.

“I underestimated you,” Fit smiles through his rapid breaths. “I forgot you have…” he pauses for a moment, and begins counting on his fingers. “Six parents running around after you all the time.”

He pauses again. “That’s right, right? Six?”

Richas collapses to the floor dramatically and places a sign.

‘i don’t even know at this point KKKKKKK’

Fit laughs and Richarlyson jumps back up and into an elaborate dance move.

He, somehow whilst still performing the move, gets right in Fit’s face, in a silent yet very real challenge.

“You want a dance off?” Fit asks, and Richas nods.

Fit can hear multiple islanders’ laughs, shouts and squeals in the distance, meaning they are too close for him to even consider dancing.

“If we go somewhere where nobody can take incriminating photos of me dancing, you’re on. I will get my revenge.”


The excited jump Richas does after he says this is enough to make Fit’s heart swell - whenever he makes Ramon or Richas happy, he feels some sense of accomplishment that he never came close to feeling at any point in the wasteland.

‘FOLLOW ME!’ Richas writes before taking off in a fast run.

—

“You’re unbeatable,” Fit holds up his hands in surrender, from where is slumped against another tree - sweat pouring down his face and breaths coming out rapidly. “You know what I did before coming to the island, right?”

Richas sits on the ground opposite him.

‘killed people!’

Fit gently bites the inside of his cheek. “It had a bit more finesse to it than that, Richas. Ever heard the term mercenary?”

‘yeah but killing people sounds cooler’

“Only if they deserve it, that’s the difference,” Fit points at the egg. “Let that be a lesson from me to you, Richarlyson.”

‘i am educated >:D’

“You have some of the best and smartest parents on the island, you’re definitely educated,” Fit smiles.

Richarlyson simply nods.

‘can i ask you something?’

“Of course,” Fit replies, leaning back against the tree and stretching out his legs. “Anything.”

‘you said six parents before, right?’

Fit nods. “Yeah, your first four dads, Bagi and Roier.”

There is a pause before Richas moves again.

‘i have seven parents’

Fit’s breath catches in his throat, and his heart swells. It’s not a conversation they’ve had before - Ramon began calling Pac pai extremely early into Fit and Pac’s relationship, but Fit and Richarlyson weren’t at that stage yet, and Fit had decided he’d let Richas decide the pace.

“Richarlyson, you don’t need to say that if it’s too soon-“

Fit’s cut off by the egg throwing one of his many plushies at the man, hitting him straight in the forehead.

‘don’t ruin the moment KKKKKK’

He then runs into Fit’s arms and hugs him tightly. Fit can feel the tears pricking the back of his eyes, but wills them away using every ounce of inner strength he can muster. He hugs Richas back, and they stay in the embrace for at least a solid minute.

It’s Richas that steps back first.

“I’m honoured to be your dad, Richarlyson,” Fit smiles.

‘yeah, you and half the island xD’

Fit laughs heartily as Richas breaks into an impromptu dance.

“True as that may be,” Fit shrugs. “My point stands.”

Richas stops dancing.

‘and i’m honoured to be your son…. now that you and pai told me you’re dating’

Fit rubs the back of his neck and laughs nervously. “I thought Pac was going to tell you, I swear! I told Ramon and Pac was going to tell you!”

‘mhm sureeee but all this emotions talk has me sleepy’

“You sure it’s the emotional talk and not the fact you’ve been on the move for the past few hours?”

‘nope it’s the emotions talk’

Just as he’s about to write something else, Richas yawns loudly, though he tries to stifle it.

It’s an action that takes the rest of his resolve with it, as he simply makes grabby hands in Fit’s direction.

“You want me to carry you?” Fit asks for clarity, and Richas nods sleepily, still reaching for him.

And so Fit sweeps the dragon-hybrid into his arms and slings his backpack over his shoulder, and begins walking in the direction of their home.

As they walk, Fit hums various lullabies to help Richas sleep - a tactic that works a little too well as he begins snoring in only a couple of minutes.

It turns out that Richarlyson is just as hyperactive when asleep as he is when he’s awake - he constantly tosses and turns, and kicks in his sleep, resulting in Fit almost dropping him once.

But all Fit does is smile, as he carries on walking and smiling down at his sleeping son.

He dares to use the word aloud when he tucks Richarlyson into bed, with it being Pac’s usual night to have him overnight.

“Goodnight, son,” he says, smiling widely as the word falls from his tongue so naturally. “Kick ass in dreamland.”

Richarlyson - either having heard him or in the weirdest coincidence ever - snuggles further into the bedding and lifts an arm in a sleepy wave.

Fit’s smile doesn’t drop once he leaves the room - he wonders if he’ll ever stop smiling, but doesn’t see a reason to stop anytime soon.

After receiving confirmation from Bagi that Ramon is sleeping soundly with Empanada and Sunny, and confirmation from Pac that he, Mike and Tubbo arrived at their destination, Fit allows himself to relax.

He falls asleep soon after, with hazy dreams of golden futures that might actually be in reach.

[james-is-here]

Okay so I didn't send you this request before because i thought you were cis and wouldn't understand period shit but I saw your post about having a uterus and hating it (fucking same) and um j was wondering if you'd be comfortable with writing ftm!reader distancing himself from channie because he's on his period and feels very dysphoria and although he's out to chan this is his first period around him that made him feel so fucking dysphoric and just distances himself and then channies finally gets a hold of him and they talk and reader breaks down and shit and uts like a best friends to loves stuff and just hurt/comfort

But jamie if youre not comfortable with this idea or it'd hive you heavy thoughts then please don't do it yeah? I don't want you to get sad or feel bad about anything🫂🫂❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Be safe and take care please🫂❤️‍🩹

This was actually kinda therapeutic to write 😊 I hope it's okay 😅

The studio was flooded with the harsh glow of fluorescent lighting, casting a stark brightness that illuminated every corner of the room. Its piercing beams cut through the air, creating sharp contrasts and casting deep shadows. The light poured down on the papers and laptop resting on the desk, their surfaces gleaming under the intense glow.

You, a fairly recently hired producer, sat engrossed in your work at your desk, your attention shifting back and forth between the laptop screen and your contemplations.

Every now and then, you absently touched your chest, a subconscious gesture you've habited stemming from the top surgery you had undergone a few months earlier, still beyond euphoric that you were able to get such a surgery.

Usually, you find comfort in your musical endeavors, but today was different. A sense of unease and discomfort that you hadn't experienced since before you got your surgery, a painful reminder of your past. The dysphoria weighed heavily on you, with each stabbing tightness in your abdomen you felt more and more insecure and hollow, clouding your focus and making it challenging to concentrate.

The door swung open and Chan, the vibrant leader of Stray Kids, entered with his characteristic enthusiasm, his face adorned with a beaming smile. "Hey there! Can I borrow your talents on this track? I feel like there's something missing and need another listener and the others are busy." He said with a smile, presenting a USB stick.

You managed a weak smile in return as you accepted the USB from Chan. "Sure." You said, inserting the drive into your laptop. Chan furrowed his brow as he picked up on the lack of enthusiasm in your voice. "You okay, mate?"

Taking a deep breath, you quickly replied with a short exhale, "Yeah, just feeling tired," as you turned your attention back to your laptop. "But don't worry, I'll give this a listen and give it back with my thoughts."

During the following days, you gradually withdrew from your friends and colleagues. You began to dismiss invites to eat with the others in Chan’s group, steer clear of conversations with others, and immerse yourself in your work. Managing the physical discomfort of your period, along with the emotional burden of dysphoria, made it increasingly challenging for you to interact with others, including your dear friend Chan.

With each passing day, Chan became increasingly worried. One day, he reached a breaking point, annoyed with being ignored, and took action. He found you in the studio usually reside in, completely immersed in the music with closed eyes and headphones on. Chan quietly entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Mn," he called softly, but with a firmness that demanded attention. Your eyes snapped open, and you quickly removed your headset, feeling a surge of surprise, "Chan? Hey, what brings you here?"

"We need to talk," Chan said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You've been avoiding us, more me, for days. What's going on?"

You averted his gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself. "It's nothing. I'm just... dealing with some personal issues."

Chan moved closer, his furrowed brow revealing his growing concern. "Mn, we've faced so much together since we met. You know you can talk to me so why are you pushing me away?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you felt the weight of your emotions growing. "It's just... I'm on my period, Chan. It's the first time since we've been friends that it's happened, and I just feel so...weak and ashamed and…not myself. I didn't know how to handle it around you."

Chan's eyes widened in surprise as he absorbed the unexpected revelation. For a brief moment, a wave of hurt washed over his features, his brow furrowing in confusion and pain. "So you thought it'd be best to avoid me? Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and hurt. "Do you not trust me enough?”

You flinched at the hurt in Chan's voice, your tears spilling over. "I didn't want to be a burden! I-I d-didn't want you to s-see me like this. S-see me so weak a-and tired a-and in pain. I already felt like a burden before but I didn't want to make it worse…”

As Chan listened, he noticed you withdrawing into yourself, folding your arms tightly around your body, and curling into yourself as if seeking to vanish. In that moment, Chan's anger dissipated and regret for snapping took over. Slowly, Chan approached you, pulling you up out of your chair, and embracing you tightly as he placed his chin on top of your head.

"Hey, it's okay," Chan whispered, his voice gentle. "I'm here for you, Mn, you're never a burden. I'm sorry for snapping, that wasn't right for me to get upset. We'll get through this together, okay? The rest of the week, I'll be by your side."

Mn nodded against Chan's chest, his body shaking with sobs. "Thank you, Chan," he whispered.

In the days that came after, You faced pain and a few tears, but Chan's support helped you start to regain your confidence and feel more like yourself. Chan provided solace through small acts of kindness, offering comforting beverages, sharing lighthearted jokes, and being a constant presence. As the week drew to a close, you found that your despair had lessened, and you were filled with a deep sense of thankfulness and admiration for Chan, emotions that were difficult to express fully in words.

As the evening enveloped them in the studio, the sound of the final mix filled the air. You turned to Chan with a gentle smile, "I don't think I could’ve made it through this week without you. I felt so shitty before…guess I had nothing to worry about

Chan smiled back, his eyes twinkling. "That's what friends are for, right?"

Without thinking, you leaned forward in your chair and press your lips to his. The moment felt like it stretched on forever before your eyes widened in shock at your own actions. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

But Chan quieted your rambles with a tender kiss, pulling you closer again. When he eventually pulled back, Chan leaned his forehead against yours. “Don’t be, I’ve wanted to do that for a while now." He leaves another peck to your lips and pulls back with a smile, raising his right hand to cradle your face, his internal coo becoming a soft giggle when you lean into his touch. "I'm so glad to see you back to your cheerful self, Mn."

You smiled, feeling a sense of belonging and acceptance that you've never experienced before. "Thank you, Channie…for everything."

Chan moved the both of you to the couch for a "Very Necessary Cuddle Session" he said in a very serious tone. As you two laid on the couch together, the music you helped Chan fix playing softly in the background, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you had a friend and more who would stand by and help you through it all.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Panic

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3.5k

Includes- dystopian zombie apocalypse AU, wild sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, sex from behind, cock riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Jo come away from the window", Seonghwa calls from his spot on the couch

I look over at him incredulously

I can't believe how he's just sitting there like we didn't just run for our lives and barricaded ourselves in this house

As if we didn't see our friends die over the course of two fucking weeks

"I'm checking that we're safe", I tell him

"We are", he answers, "I made sure everything is locked and I put furniture in front of the doors like you asked"

Of course I asked him to do that

A door can be broken into

"Move from the window"

I can't believe how stoic he is

I mean he's always been like that, keeping his emotions to himself, blank looks on his face, never speaking more than he needs to

It's what made me vow to never tell him how I really feel about him

I've seen girls confess their feelings to him and he just stood there with no emotion, thanked them for telling him then saying he didn't feel the same

I can't handle him doing the same to me so I just keep quiet about my feelings

Aside from that I've gotten used to how he is over the years we've been best friends

But this is different

"Seonghwa, I'm making sure nothing comes close to the house. I'm watching so we can run if we need to. So we don't die"

I'm panicking but hell, I'm always the emotional one in this friendship

"We're not going to die", he says emotionlessly

"Are you kidding? We're in a fucking zombie apocalypse Seonghwa! We saw shit that we've seen in movies right in front of us. Did you forget that a zombie killed Hongjoong?"

"Of course I didn't forget", he says, rolling his eyes, "But watching at a window isn't going to do anything"

And I just explode

"My god Seonghwa!", I yell, moving to him and standing in front of him, "Don't you care that we could die?"

"Of course I care"

"You don't fucking act like it! You act like all this doesn't bother you"

He glares up at me, "What do you want me to do? Panic? How is that supposed to help anything?"

"It's not!", I shout, "But it would help to show that you actually gave a fuck. It would show some solidarity for our shitty situation!"

He just stares at me, "Is that what you want? You want me to panic?"

Realistically no because I know that it's not going to help

But right now I'm terrified and I want to know if he is too

"Yes!", I shout

"Fine", he growls, standing up

The next thing I know, he pulls me to him, his lips crashing into mine

My head spins as I grab on to his shirt, the world tilting as I kiss him back

It takes me a second to realize what's going on

That Seonghwa is kissing me

And he's good at it

"What", I say, pulling back in complete shock, "What are you doing?"

"Panicking", he murmurs, pulling me back to his lips, kissing me wildly

And I just let go, throwing all caution to the wind

We might die soon

I might as well be with the man I love once

His hands move down to my jeans, undoing the button and zipper

And that action causes a frenzy, both of taking clothes off each other

I get him naked but before I can look at him he pushes me onto the couch, his hands on my shirt, ripping it down the middle

Oh my god, that's fucking hot

His hands grab the front of my bra, pulling and ripping it apart, then he shoves the tattered remains of my shirt and bra off

He does the same to my panties, ripping the sides and throwing the pieces on the floor

His eyes roam my body, breathing hard, his hands touching every inch of skin, lighting me on fire

"Fuck, you're so beautiful", he murmurs, "So much more than I imagined"

Did he say.. imagine?

What the hell?

His hands open my legs, biting his bottom lip as he looks at my pussy

"So small", he says, touching me, his fingers running along my slit

"Fuck Hwa", I whimper, finally looking at his body

And proceed to choke on air

His body is amazing, muscular chest, arms and abs, like he was sculpted by God

I get an eyeful of his cock, gaping at how big, thick and utterly hard he is

His hand moves away from me but before I can even utter a sound, his face is between my legs, licking my pussy hungrily

"Oh my god Hwa!", I cry in pleasure

"So good", he moans into my pussy, his tongue running up and down quickly, "Fuck, I knew you'd taste this good. Fuck, I knew it"

"You...you knew?", I ask, befuddled and in such bliss, my hand grabbing his long black hair on its own

"I knew", he groans, his tongue licking my hole then sliding inside

"Fuck", I cry, my cunt clenching around his tongue as he lets out the loudest pornographic moan I ever heard

His fingers are gripping my thighs so hard, his tongue wiggling in my hole so pleasurably

"Gonna fuck this pussy so good", he whines, fucking his tongue in and out, my pussy spasming each time

As he tongue fucks me, his fingers move to my clit, rubbing in circles, increasing the pleasure

"Seonghwa, oh my god"

I've never been eaten out this good in my fucking life

"Please baby, cream my tongue", he begs, now thrusting his tongue in my hole as deep as he can, swirling it around before he pulls out

"Oh fuck", I cry, moving my hip and grinding against his face

"Mmm hmmm fuck my face baby", he moans, "God, want you to soak my face"

I'm doing just that, the movements of his hand and tongue sending me head first into an amazing orgasm

"Seonghwa! Seonghwa!", I cry in bliss, my entire body shaking, his tongue not stopping

"Yes, so good", he groans between tongue thrusts, "Pussy cream so good. So sweet"

I can't say a word, too caught up in the bliss

Seonghwa doesn't give me a break switching his movements

His tongue slides up, licking and rolling over my clit while two of his fingers push into my pussy

"Fuck, pussy so tight", he murmurs against my clit, the vibrations of his voice sending pleasure up my spine, "Can wait to feel you around my cock"

Oh my god, I can't wait for that either

His fingers wiggle in my cunt, pressing around as the tip of his tongue massages my clit

I'm in so much pleasure, tears are pooling in my eyes and he hasn't even fucked me yet

His fingers press a spot that has me seeing stars, my cunt completely drenching his hand

"There it is", he murmurs, pulling his fingers out then slamming them back into that spot

I cry out in bliss, his mouth wrapping around my clit and sucking hard as he finger fucks me at the same time

I don't know how he can make me feel this good but I'm so glad he is

Each suck has me clenching tightly around his fingers, each hit to my spot has my body shaking, my hand pulling his hair hard

"Mmm baby, your clit is so good to suck on", he moans, doing just that, "Throbbing so hard for me. And this pretty cunt clenching my fingers hard. Gonna cum for me again?"

"Yes Hwa", I whimper, "Suck harder baby"

He does, throwing me into intense bliss as I cum, screaming his name

He sucks and fingers me though the orgasm, tears escaping from the sheer pleasure I'm experiencing

When it's over, I just lay there in a daze

His fingers pull out, his tongue licking my pussy clean

He sits up and I look at him, my cheeks heating up from how wet his face is, covered in juice and cum

He just smirks at me, putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking

"So good baby", he tells me

He wipes his face then moves my legs around him

He leans over me, his lips against mine, kissing me as his cock pushes inside me

I gasp against his lips, my body arching as I feel him stretch me open on his dick

I can feel every fat inch, every ridge sliding in, making me shiver

His arm moves around my waist, holding me against him as he bottoms out, moaning in my mouth, my pussy clenching around him hard

His lips don't leave mine as he pulls his cock out then thrusts back in to the hilt

I moan into the kiss, pleasure seizing my body as he begins to pound hard into me

"Oh fuck", he murmurs, dragging kisses down to my neck, his hips moving at a speed I didn't think possible, "Fuck, so tight. So fucking wet"

I just moan, not able to talk from the sheer bliss, his cock fucking my pussy wide open

"I make you this wet?"

"Yes", I manage to get out, my hands on his back, my fingers digging into his skin, loving the feeling of his muscles moving as he fucks the life from me

"All for me?", he whines, his hands groping my ass, the sound of my cunt squelching around his cock so fucking loud

I should be embarrassed about how loud it is but right now I don't give a fuck

"Yes", I moan, tears running down my face as I gasp for breath

I squeeze my legs around his waist, his cock rubbing against my spot with each stroke

"You're pussy feels so good", he groans, "So fucking good"

Well I'm glad he likes it

It would totally suck if he didn't

"Is my cock making you feel good?", he asks shyly, "Is it good enough for you?"

Abso-fucking-loutely

"Yes", I yell, "Fuck yes Hwa"

"Are you sure? Wanna be good for you"

I honestly can't believe this is Seonghwa, my stoic best friend, asking me this

"I'm sure", I moan, "You feel amazing Hwannie"

He moans in my neck, the sound so beautiful, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he ruthlessly fucks me

"Such a big dick baby", I praise him, "So hard for me"

"Always jagi", he whimpers, "I'm always hard for you. Fuck, the littlest things you do turn me on. I'm always hard around you. You don't know how many times I had to hide it from you"

Well he did a fucking good job because I never noticed

"You don't know how much I wanted just throw you on the nearest surface and fuck you into oblivion", he growls, each stroke making my cunt clench down hard around him, his pelvis rubbing against my clit, bringing me closer and closer, "Wanted to taste you pussy so badly. It took everything in me to not drop to my knees in front out you and beg to eat your pussy"

I'm completely shocked

He never even gave a hint that he felt that way

"I dreamed about making you cum for me", he says in a strangled voice, "All over my face, all over my tongue, all over my cock. Fuck wanted you feel you cum on my dick for so long"

"Hwannie", I whine, his words and movements driving me so close

"Do you want to cum on my cock?"

"Yes, Seonghwa yes!"

"Then cum for me jagi", he begs, "Please baby, please"

He drives his cock in, fucking me right into a mind blowing orgasm, wave after wave of bliss crashing into me

"Seonghwa!", I cry, my body arching into his, my nails digging in his back, my cunt throbbing around him

It's so fucking good, so good

He moans in my neck, his hips not stopping, fucking me through the amazing orgasm

When it's over, he pulls out, flipping me over to my hands and knees, his head poking in my hole

"Again, fuck, I need to feel that again", he pleads, sliding his hard cock, back inside me

"You...you liked it?"

"Love it. Feels so good", he corrects, his hands slowly moving up my back, his hips grinding into me so his head rubs my spot

I feel his soft lips on my back, kissing slowly, following the path his fingers are taking

His moves over me, his chest against my back, one of his arms around my waist holding me in place

He pulls out, the drag of his cock sending pleasure up my spine

He surges back in, burying his cock in so deep, I feel him in my stomach

The pleasure increases as he moves, his cock stretching me wide open

"Fuck you're perfect for me", he whispers, "Your pussy was made for my cock"

It seems so

His big, I'm small but my pussy takes him all in and it feels so good

There's no pain, it's not uncomfortable, it's blissful

"You feel it too right?", he murmurs, his hips rolling into me, driving his cock in, forcing me open again and again, "You feel how perfect we are together? How we're meant for each other?"

"Yes", I gasp, my head in the clouds, my body shaking with each thrust, "Yes Hwa"

"Fuck, you're getting so tight", he groans, my cunt indeed pulsing very hard and quickly around his length, "Gonna cum for me again?"

I nod, not able to speak as his next thrust sends me right into incredible bliss

"Seonghwa", I whimper, my mind turning off while I cum on his cock

"Yes baby", he groans, keeping his entire cock inside me, grinding into me, "Feels so good, fuck"

As soon as the pleasure is over, I move forward, off his dick

"Jagi-"

"Gonna ride you", I tell him, turning around

His eyes widen as he nods

I lean forward, kissing him softly, his mouth moving eagerly against mine

"Lay down for me", I ask, in between kisses

He sits back, pulling me in his lap, then continues to slide down the couch until his head is against the arm of the couch, his lips never leaving mine

Straddling him, I move his length to my entrance and start taking him inside me

I push down, my cunt so drenched it takes just seconds to bottom him out

Like my pussy knows he belongs inside

Breaking the kiss, I sit up, his beautiful brown eyes staring at me

"You're so fucking beautiful", he says softly as his hands slide up and down my thighs

I smile shyly at the words I've always wanted to hear him say

"You are too Hwannie"

He's fucking gorgeous

And so hot with his hair full of sweat, his body glistening in it, his lips puffy from all the kissing

He smiles softly, both of us starting at each other until I realize I'm supposed to be riding him

Leaning my hands on his rock hard abs, I start moving, bouncing on his cock, starting off slow and getting faster with each move

"Oh fuck", he groans, his eyes moving to my boobs that happen to be bouncing in his face

His hands wrap around them, squeezing, fingers running over my nipples

Each touch of my nipples sends more pleasure down to my pussy, making me even wetter

His eyes drop to my pussy, biting his bottom lip as he groans

"Like what you see?", I ask

He nods, his eyes glued to my pussy fucking his cock

"Tell me what you see", I ask breathlessly, riding him harder

"You're pussy is so pretty wrapped around my cock", he murmurs, "Pussy lips so swollen, holding my dick between them"

"Mmm", I groan, moving so hard I'm jumping up and down his length, my pussy choking his cock

"Your clit is so swollen, throbbing", he continues in a mesmerized voice, "Your hole spreads so wide from me, swallowing all of me"

I know, I can feel that

And it feels incredible

My pussy loved his cock, sucking him in every bounce down, grinding on his head

His cock throbs inside me and it feels so good

"You're creaming my cock like I've never seen before. It's all over my cock and leaking onto my lap. It's so fucking pretty, decorating my cock", he praises, "Making a creamy ring at the base of my dick. God I love seeing it. Love feeling you"

"Seonghwa", I moan, his words, his voice driving me crazy

He sits up slightly, his mouth moving around my nipple, sucking softly

Pleasure zaps down my body, my cunt drenching his cock more

"Fuck, everything on you tastes so good", he moans, letting go of my nipples, his tongue sliding up between my boobs, licking the sweat there, "So good"

I keep fucking myself on his cock, my hand sliding in the back of his hair, fingers tangling in it

His mouth wraps around my other nipple, sucking harshly

"Everything on you is so good to suck on", he says between sucks, "Your skin, your nipples, your clit. Fuck, I could suck on your clit all day"

And I would definitely let him

My cunt pulses quickly, making him groan, "You're gonna cum"

"Soon", I agree, his cock feeling so good moving inside me

"Please"

"I will", I promise, "But I want you to fill my pussy too"

He groans around my nipple, "You want my cum inside you?"

"Yes Hwa", I moan, wanting nothing but that, "Can you?"

He nods, "Yes baby. Fuck, wanna cum in your pussy"

"Then cum for me", I ask him, slamming down, an earth shattering orgasm taking over, ecstacy plunging into every inch of my body

I hear him moaning around my nipple, his cock throbbing, his warm cum spilling in my cunt

We moan each other's names, his mouth sucking on my nipple periodically between groans, his skin shivering

I feel so full of him, his cum and I love it

I've never felt so satisfied after sex as I do right now

When the pleasure fades, his arms move around my back, holding me against him as he lays back down

"That was you panicking?", I ask, out of breath, laying my head on his chest

"Yeah", he murmurs, nuzzling against the top of my head

"I don't get it", I tell him

"I know you don't", he says softly, running his fingers in my hair, "I've never told you"

What is he talking about?

I said panic not be cryptic

"Told me what?", I ask, tilting my head back, looking at him

His eyes meet mine and my heart pounds at the emotion I see there

"That I'm completely in love with you"

My brain malfunctions as I take his words in

"What?"

"I have loved you for as long as I can remember", he says softly, "And I'm trying to keep calm for you, trying to figure out what to do to keep you safe because you mean everything to me"

I honestly had no idea this is how tonight would turn out

I had no clue he felt this way

"The truth is I've been panicking ever since this apocalypse started. I've worried everyday about how I'm going to keep you alive. Today was too close"

He's right about that

Him, Hongjoong and I were out scavenging for food when we ran into a group of zombies

One killed Hongjoong and I was so horrified at what was happening, I wasn't paying attention

A zombie knocked me to the ground and was on top of me trying to bite me but I held it back

Seonghwa threw it off me, got me up and we ran

We didn't stop until we got to this house

"Because of today, I have spent the last few hours panicking over us dying without you ever knowing how much I love you", he murmurs, "Panicking over us dying and never being together at least once"

Looking at him, I'm awed at the emotion I've never seen on his face

Lifting my head, I gently touch his face and press a kiss to his lips

"I love you Seonghwa", I tell him, surprised on his face, "I always have"

He smiles and it's so stunning, it takes my breath away"

"I love you", he says and I let the words I've always wanted to hear from him wash over me

"Hwa, as long as we're together we'll be ok", I tell him, "We watch out for each other, we keep each other alive. We find a place where other people are and we stay there. Live there. Together"

He nods, "Always together"

"Promise?"

"Yeah jagi. Promise"

I smile, so happy that I finally have my Hwannie

Yeah it sucks that we're in a zombie apocalypse but I believe that as long as we're together we'll survive

He kisses my forehead, then smirks at me

"Panic with me again?", he asks

I nod, giggling, "Yeah"

His mouth is against mine again, kissing me wildly, urgently and I fall into him

[theforesteldritch]

Beyond even intersex inclusive sex ed, I need easy to access, comprehensive intersex specific sex ed as of idk, yesterday. I want intersex kids to be able to access books like that one Care and Keeping of You puberty one that have information specific to their intersex variation. I want easy to understand, plain language accurate and non-stigmatizing guides to the anatomy someone with any particular intersex variation might have. I want resources with information talking about how sex might work if you have any given intersex variation, any safe sex considerations relevant to your intersex variation, and specific into on how different aspects of your intersex variation might affect what feels good for you, how things work for your body sexually, what to expect and what not to expect. like fucking hell I shouldn’t have to try and figure this shit out on my own by combing through the medical literature because that’s the only place to find anything kind of relevant to what I’m looking for and even then what I piece together doesn’t tend to be very informative because medical papers aren’t sex ed!!!!! Why the FUCK are they the closest thing I can find to sex ed for bodies like mine??!!?? Even on sex ed websites the most information there is is usually just a definition of intersex and that’s fucking it. And like, how are we even supposed to incorporate intersex inclusive sex ed in sex ed classes when we don’t even have much in terms of intersex sex ed material itself?

[neet-elite]

↳ EVENT 41. Haley & Sebastian (Corruption Kink & Aphrodisiac)

Pairing: Haley / F!Reader / Sebastian Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 1,877 Warnings: corruption kink, aphrodisiac, established relationship, polyamorous, threesome, dubcon, drugging, cunnilingus, dirty talk Prompt(s): 12 — corruption kink + 13 — aphrodisiac Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: queen HALEY!!!! i know the tags make it seem like a scary dark fic, but i promise it's not. not really. it's a lot sweeter than the tags suggest actually, i just added them just to be safe. anyway. mommy haley getting what she deserves thats all <3

To be honest, this might be her favourite princess throne of all time, and that's saying something! She's sat on a fair few of them, to be honest. But oh, to be surrounded by the familiar farmhouse interior, splayed out on the big shared bed with her two lovers by her side; there's nothing better, honestly. Nothing could top the way she feels right now.

Her back sticks to Sebastian's sweaty chest, cock balls deep in her stretch out little cunt while you tend to her puffy clit, right between two pairs of stretched wide legs— the only way things could be better was if she could see Sebastian's fucked out face as he thrusts in and out of her hole, but to have his moans spill right down her ear will have to do for now. Because for as much as she wants to gaze lovingly upon the fruits of her labour, she similarly cannot stand the thought of stopping for even a second right now.

Two drinks. That's all it took. A simple concoction using all natural ingredients (important to her!) that she'd read about on the internet, she can't remember where, and she feels as though she's on top of the world. Slipped down her partners mouths, a loving show of affection in the form of sweet lemonade on a warm night; and who can deny such a gift? Certainly not you! Soft, shy little you. Tongue flat against her sopping slit you, sucking and licking away at her clit so nicely, sending tingles of pleasure up her spine as she trembles against Sebastian's front. You're always so agreeable when it comes to her, right? Anything to keep the princess happy. You can't rightly blame her for taking advantage of your want to see her smile, not when you get your chin all messy with her slick and peer up at her with those lust blown hazy eyes. So cute, she thinks to herself, because Sebastian seems to make it his mission to render her voiceless beyond high pitched moans and broken sighs, but she hopes the way her eyes roll back immediately upon locking with your own is thanks enough for your care and attention.

Like you, Sebastian's so introverted too, right? Perhaps even more so, unwilling to come too far out of his shell even when he was a kid. She can't ignore just how much the mystery drew her in, though. She remembers watching him when they were younger, wondering when the elusive loner would show his true colours to her. Even when she entered the three way relationship with you and him— he remained quiet and to himself mostly. Nothing too egregious, of course he grew to be comfortable with affection, but he was always so soft, right? Pliable, to an exactly. But, turns out, all he needed was a refreshing drink to help him relax a little. To let go of his inhibitions and to show you both how he really truly feels.

So no, she doesn't feel bad for slipping you both an aphrodisiac tonight. How could she? Tended to by the loves of her life so expertly, making her back arch off of Sebastian's chest when your tongue circles her throbbing clit, bounced up and down on your shared boyfriends cock with such ease; ah, so he's greedy, then? Feet planted as firmly as possible on the bed sheets below and yet still he slips from how eager he is, his nails digging into the fat of her thighs to keep her legs spread as much as possible for your ease of access, he ends up fucking her back down his fat cock in tandem out of sheer desperation.

The aphrodisiac merely allows you both to give in to your utmost desires. She hasn't done anything wrong... But she might as well have a little fun too while you're being so honest, right?

Mustering all the strength that she can as she gets fucked stupid by both tongue and cock, she lets out a breathy laugh to contend your own sloppy slurps and Sebastian's raspy groans.

"Mm— So pretty down there, baby," She coos down at you, dropping a trembling hand to brush stray strands of hair from your face so that she has a better front row seat to your sweet corruption. Wants to take in every part of you right now, imprint your slutty expression in her mind for late night access. "For— Ah, Seb—" She gently scolds, it's honestly a little difficult for her to focus on anything other than the overwhelming amount of stimulation you both provide her, giving in to your instincts to please her, the thought of what her little drink must be doing to your minds right now causing her cunt to twitch around Sebastian's cock, only for him to offer her faster fucks as thanks. That's it, getting into it now, huh? And you too, fluttering your lashes up at her so prettily, hanging on to her every word like a good girl. A good toy for her to use, bucking her slit against your soft kitten tongue to encourage you to continue, ruin your innocence just a little more for her, won't you? You look so cute when you act so dirty for her.

"For someone so sweet, baby, you're so good at being bad, huh?"

Her tone gets all pitchy when Sebastian reminds her of his presence too, fucking squeaks of pleasure from her scratchy throat with every stroke of his cock in her soaked hole— she doesn't know if it's mostly her own juice making her sound so squelchy, Sebastian's copious amounts of precum, or your abundance of saliva dripping down her slit to surely coat his cock all sticky; oh, he's probably fucking your spit inside of her, right? Isn't that just so nasty, your messy little angel face turning her cheeks red hot when she thinks about how you'd ordinarily hide from such lewd acts. But here you are, swallowing every drop of her as if you were drunk on her taste.

Not that she feels as though she's lacking in the bedroom with you both, plenty satisfied as is. But there's just something about bearing the full weight of your heady gaze and Sebastian's full fucks, leaving her head all fuzzy and chest tight with sheer hedonistic enjoyment when you're both able to let go and give in a little more easily. And aren't you have fun too? Sure looks like it, drooling all over her thighs, flicking your tongue over her clit in a way that threatens to have her cream your throat any second now— fuck, and Sebastian doesn't make it any easier for her either.

A far cry from the once shy and reserved man she's learned to love, fucking into her so well and so fast due to the mind numbing effect of her lemonade that you have to fight him to keep her cunt in one place long enough to eat her out to your hearts content, his words choked in his throat to leave him gasping for air with every greedy fuck upwards.

It's all a bit too good to be true, dipping a shaking hand between her legs to tug on your hair a little, a silent thanks for showing her such an erotic side of yourself tonight, clenching her cunt along Sebastian's cock to have him whining behind her. Good, he's cute when he's being so honest with himself, right? When he's getting corrupted, driving into her squishy cunt with eager whines and perverse intent. So soon, she thinks, and she's already so close— feeling the full extent of her lovers affections as you take turns ruining her in return, a fuck here, a suck there.

And it's just fun, right? Silly just how fun it is, a wide beaming smile tugging on her lips as her thighs start to shake in Sebastian's groping grip, cunt squeezing his cock and clit pulsing with need under your tongue. She can't hide just how much fun she's having, really, so she doesn't try to. Digging her manicured nails into your hair, offering a pretty pout as her toes curl in the air. She doesn't have to voice her predicament, the quick snap thrusts Sebastian fucks against her sweet spot, as well as the precise harsh sucks on her clit you force her to ride against let her know that you both know her so well, yeah? Making her feel so good, pampered like a princess in the lewdest way possible. So hot, she struggles to keep up with herself as her chest heaves and breathing becomes difficult, doing her best to focus intently on the sloppy mess between her thighs you both provide her despite the lust fuelled daze in her mind until—

She doesn't say anything, because she can't. A voiceless moan escaping her as her mouth hangs open, body seizing up as her cunt convulses around the cock buried balls deep in her and she can feel the way you smirk against her clit. Which only makes her cum harder, creaming her boyfriends cock and gushing down her girlfriends throat— feels good, fuck, it's unfair just how good she feels, thankful that Sebastian still thrusts into her slowly, cock still rock hard for her own enjoyment to help her ride out the stupid amount of pleasure rocking through her right now, a drawn out whine escaping her at the feeling of your soft tongue still yet lapping at her too.

And she does her best to endure it for as long as possible, shaking in the too tight hold Sebastian offers her, involuntarily bucking against your lips as you take to kissing her slick all up, but she's just a girl. She can only take so much! Trying her hardest to push your head away with weak huffs when she's done, intending on hopping off Sebastian's cock so that you two can play together now that she's exhausted.

"Where y'going?" Sebastian hums from behind her, taking advantage of her state of helplessness to sit up a little, pulling out briefly just to manhandle her into the doggy position; of course your cunt rests right in front of her now too, working together to exploit her weaknesses as her hair gets tugged behind her, bunched in Sebastian's tight hold for the foreseeable future.

"C'mon, made you feel good, right? It's our turn now, okay?" You coax her closer, wiggling your wet little cunt right in front of her, and her throat dries up at the sight of how completely soaked you are— just from eating her out? Baby...

In the end, it's her that seems to be getting corrupted, right? Not that she's complaining, giving your slit a quick kiss as Sebastian gets settled back inside of her creamy cunt for another round.

"Okay," She relents gently, blowing cool air against your clit when Sebastian fills her right back up again, the slap of his balls against her used puffy cunt causing her to fall further into you as her body jerks in response. "It's only fair, you're right."

Maybe tomorrow she'll make you some more lemonade too, maybe even take a drink of it herself.

[starlightsuffered]

Sorry

Info - age gap, Dom Timmy, unbalanced power dynamic, reader with small boobs, young but legal reader, a little bit cnc, breeding, unprotected sex, sub space, pussy slapping, teasing, shaming

"Fuck, I just can't stop," I moaned roughly as I pounded into her young, tender cunt. She'd always been on my radar. Being a single dad meant I didn't have much time for fantasy and such, but fuck did that change when it came to her.

Every time I saw her perky little breasts, her hair tied up in a pony tail, or her red lipped smile; I had to hide my hard on. She was so sweet always assuring me.

"They're safe with me Mr. Chalamet."

Or

"Stay out as long as you need, l'm sure you've got a big load of work."

Always licking those fucking lips. Her big eyes always seeming to dip to my crotch. She was irresistible. She was just the perfect amount of innocent mixed with minx. The taboo of wanting to fuck the babysitter had my heart pounding and my cock throbbing.

"Don't apologise!" She screamed. I slapped a hand over her mouth.

"You'll wake the kids," I growled in her ear. "And you wouldn't want this all to end would you?"

She shook her head desperately. She looked nearly like she would cry from how hard I slammed my hips down. I loved ruining this pretty young thing. I thought my days of wild fucking like this were over, but if I could breed this pussy maybe not.

"How scandalous would it be, how dirty, if you had to confess to your friends and family that you let your boss get you pregnant?" I cooed. I blew air in her ear and she shivered. I massaged her clit languidly. I was still pumping in and out of her sopping pussy.

"Oh, oh my, oh fuck," was all she could manage to get out.

"Yeah you like that don't you?" I smirked. I nuzzled my mouth against the space behind her ear. I sucked there, using teeth to nibble as I continued to breed her. When l'd seen the skirt she'd worn it was all I could think about. When l'd come back home and it was hitched up so I could see her pink lace panties, there was no stopping me.

"I do," she shuddered.

"Take it like a good girl, take my cock, you're doing so well for your boss," | chuckled.

"Oh I want to be good! Make me cum drunk please sir," she wailed. That broke me.

I was animalistic in the way I fucked her. I lifted her leg, getting deeper. My teeth pulled at her nipples. I left trails of marks on her. I wanted my cock to leave a mark inside her, to brand her. I wanted her to remember this fuck.

I wanted my cum to breed her. She knew the feel of my bare dick. I was the first one inside her raw like this she said. It wasn't enough. I wanted that cute little body growing. A bump all of my making. A secret between us until she couldn't hide her shame anymore. She'd let a man make her swell, and she'd loved every second.

"I'm going to fucking fill your guts," I whispered as I slammed home. She would have screamed if she wasn't suckling on my fingers for comfort. Her eyes streamed with tears of pleasure, she'd never known sex could be like this. She was all need and want.

I pulled out and slapped her pussy. She writhed. I'd apologise again later, once I came to my senses. Right now I was feral. I wanted to see the second my sperm bred her womb. I wasn't in my right mind. My imagination and my eyes were dark.

I massaged her pussy, not caring about how she whimpered with over stimulation. I had to make sure my creamy load stayed right where it needed to be.

"Sorry," I said later. She was still a bit weak. She had marks all over her and she looked gleeful. She held her stomach possessively as if she hoped the same thing I did.

"Never say sorry for that," she gasped. We stared at one another for a moment and then she tackled me. We were at it again in seconds. I tried to stop but I couldn't, she was too tight, too sexy, too fertile. She rode my dick like a perfect goddess and wouldn't hear a word of apology for how I came inside her time and time again.

[a-killer-obsession]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 35 - Dawn

There's always a reason to keep going, you just have to find it. Please heed the AO3 tags, dark themes ahead.

Word Count: ~3k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @iggy5055

Kid pulled at his hair as he paced, his red locks sticking up from how much he'd been yanking at them, the goggles that usually sat around his head now hanging around his neck. Heat and Wire watched him pace, not knowing what to say, but they felt the same troubles as he did. Nearby manic laughter rang out over the ship, accompanied by the sounds of wood cracking against wood.

“I don't know what to do anymore,” Kid nearly cried, “he's lost, I don't know how to help him. He won't eat, he won't sleep, he won't take his meds. He's still got her fucking blood on his hands. And I know she needs him, I know she does, but he won't fucking listen. It's like all he fucking cares about is the baby. But shes alive and needs him and he won't fucking listen to me”

“She's on the edge, I can see it in her eyes,” Heat sighed, “if we don't get him to see her soon, I'm afraid we'll lose her too. There's no way she's coming back to the ship after that if he won't even fucking look at her”

“He blames her for what happened,” Kid collapsed in a chair and held his head in his hands, “I told him it wasn't safe to have a kid on board, this is my fucking fault, it's my fucking dream that got their kid killed. He should be blaming me,” Kid slammed his fist against his chest to make his point.

“It's nobody's fault,” Wire added, “miscarriage is more common than people think, there's no way to say this wouldn't have just happened anyway.”

“Try telling him that,” Kid growled, “I don't know what to do anymore, short of locking him in the brig so he stops fucking shit up, there's nothing I can do”

Puru-puru-puru puru-puru-puru

The three of them looked at each other, confused, as the den-den mushi in the navigation room suddenly started to ring. Kid grumbled as he stood, grabbing the receiver probably a little too hard from the black and red snail. They were fucking busy who the fuck was calling this late, it was well past midnight at this point.

“The fuck you want?” Kid growled into the receiver.

“Eustass Kid?” A woman on the other voice asked nervously, the snail looking immensely uncomfortable.

“Yeah, what do you want?” He barked, “I ain't buying shit”

“This is Nurse Davina from the hospital on Beckton Island,” she squeaked, “we have you down as a next of kin for a Miss Val Yin?”

“Yeah, what happened?” Kid's voice turned to concern, there were very few reasons a hospital should be calling this late and none of them were good. “Is she okay?”

“Well you see sir, we just went to do her vitals, and her bed is empty,” she said anxiously, “our security cameras show her leaving the hospital in only her pyjamas about forty minutes ago”

“FORTY MINUTES AGO? WELL WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?” Kid roared, making the snail cower. Heat and Wire were already on their feet, crowding around the snail with concern, trying to hear what it had to say.

“I'm sorry sir, we do not currently know,” she sighed, “the police are looking for her but this late at night nobody was out to see where she went. I'm so sorry sir, we're doing our best but according to protocol it was my duty to inform you. She left on her own accord but we are very worried about her current mental state”

“No fucking shit, dumb cunts, she just lost her fucking baby!” Kid yelled into the receiver, “Call off your useless dogs, we'll find her our damn selves”

He slammed the receiver down and turned back to the other two. Heat had already retrieved your vivre card and was tearing small pieces off.

“Don't wake anyone else, I don't want it getting out,” Kid sighed as he took a piece.

“It's windy out there so only look at the vivre when you have to,” Heat informed them as they headed out. Kid paused at Killer's door, wondering if he should tell him, but decided ultimately that it was a waste of time.

“What's your name?”

Your toes hung over the edge of the cliff, the deep breath you'd taken to prepare to jump suddenly released as you were spooked by the sudden presence of another. You turned and saw a ghost, blonde hair floating around her hollowed cheeks, clothes tattered and dirty, wobbling on her feet from exhaustion.

“Your name, sweetheart,” she asked again, taking a step forward. She cradled in her arms a small bundle, everything she had in the word, held safe and close to her chest.

“It's.. Yin,” you replied, your voice hoarse.

“Yin…” she stepped forward, standing beside you and peering down at the jagged rocks below. “I'm guessing you came here for the same reason as I did”

The bundle in her arms moved and let out a weak cry. “Hush, hush, we'll feel better soon,” she cooed.

Without thinking you grabbed her shirt and tore her away from the cliff edge, putting yourself between her and the water. “What the fuck are you doing?” You screamed.

“We're starving, we have nothing,” she explained, a tear falling from the sharp edge of her chin as she looked down at her weak baby. They couldn't have been more than a few months old. “My milk has gone dry, I have nowhere to go, nobody to turn to. Even selling my body isn't enough anymore, nobody wants to fuck a skeleton. She's so weak she can't even cry anymore. I can't watch her hurt, I can't watch my baby starve to death. So I'm going with her.”

She took a step forward and you grabbed the baby, making her scream as you fought her for it. You kicked her down as you won, and before she could get back up you lifted your shirt, yanking away the bindings over your chest and holding the baby to your breast. Emotional suffering be damned, you'd already killed one baby, you weren't going to watch another die. The baby didn't latch at first, too weak to register the breast, so you squeezed until a few drops fell on her lips, and she finally got the hint. You had no idea what you were doing, but thankfully the baby did, and she made small noises as she greedily suckled. You lowered yourself to the ground, sitting cross legged and rocking side to side as you watched the baby feed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you cooed to her.

“How?” the woman cried, “are you an angel?”

“No, I just…” you looked at her with weeping eyes, “I lost my baby a few days ago. I'm sure I can ask my captain to help you, we have plenty of gold, we can give you whatever you need. Just please don't… please don't hurt her”

“She's safe now, I can see that,” the woman smiled. “I'm so happy. You'll take care of her, won't you?”

“You're both going to be okay, I'll make sure of it,” you promised her.

“I know,” she smiled, then she took another step back. You hadn't even noticed she'd been backing up until it was too late, a tear rolling down her cheek as she smiled and let herself fall. You screamed and reached for her, but it was too late. The baby was none the wiser, still suckling from your breast, tucked safe against you as you looked over the edge of the cliff and saw her mother's battered body laying over the rocks, her limbs set in unnatural angles, the water lapping at her leaking blood. Her eyes were open and lifeless, but there was a smile on her face.

Without warning you were pulled away from the edge, strong arms wrapped around you and dragging you far from it.

“YIN, DON'T DO IT PLEASE,” Wire begged, kneeling in front of you, taking your head in his hands with a desperate expression on his face.

“She jumped, why did she do that?” You cried. He scanned your face, confusion written on his. “Her.. her baby, why did she do that? She was going to be okay! Wire!!! Why did she do that!!!” You were pulling at his shirt, making holes in the mesh with your nails as you yelled.

“Who?” He asked, and you pointed to the cliff. He stood cautiously and looked over the edge, seeing the body that lay lifeless at the bottom. The baby whined and wiggled under your shirt, seeking more milk. You lifted your shirt again, Wire looking away on instinct to respect your privacy till he realised what you were holding. You turned the baby and she latched to your other breast, letting out a sigh of relief as the pressure that had been building for days was finally released.

“Yin, why do you have a baby?” Wire asked nervously, kneeling in front of you.

“It was hers,” you sniffed, bridging on hyperventilation, “she said they were starving, they came here to jump. I couldn't just watch her kill her baby, so I took it, and before I knew what I was doing it was feeding. She smiled at me and jumped, Wire, she smiled, why did she do that? I told her we could help her!”

Heat and Kid appeared at the edge of the forest behind you, Wire looking at them with a defeated expression as they approached, letting out relieved breaths that he had you and you were alive. They had all been running the same direction, but Wire had the longest legs by far, so he had naturally gotten to you the quickest. Kid removed his coat as he approached and draped it over your shoulders, letting out an audible gasp as Wire stood and the light from the sunrise illuminated the bundle in your arms, still firmly latched to your breast. Kid looked to Wire for answers, and he nodded towards the cliff edge. He saw the body, and turned back to you with a scrupulous look, opening his mouth to say something before Wire stopped him.

“She didn't push her,” Wire sighed, “she was just trying to help but the woman jumped anyway”

Heat sat down beside you, wiping the tears from your face, helping you calm your breathing to a safe level. The anguish in your eyes was indescribable, but in that moment he thought maybe he saw a flicker of happiness too. The baby had fallen asleep in your arms, releasing your nipple, milk still dribbling from it, but for now she was sated. Kid made a little frustrated growl and dropped down next to you, looking at the contented baby as you pushed your shirt back down. “Does it have a dad or something?”

“She said they had nobody,” you explained, rocking back and forth a little to soothe the sleeping child, not that the milk drunk little lady needed it, it was more for your benefit. “Sounded like she's been roughing it on the street and selling herself, but she said her milk went dry. She said she didn't want to watch her baby slowly starve so she came here to end it quickly for both of them. I just… I don't understand why she still jumped, I told her we would help”

“If she said she had nobody, maybe she didn't think she could keep going either way,” Heat said softly. “But the better question is what were you doing here? You're supposed to be in the hospital”

“I couldn't stay there anymore with all those crying babies and happy families,” you sniffed, “I just… ran. I… couldn't do it anymore…”

“So fucking call us to pick you up, don't go and kill yourself!” Kid growled. You whimpered and he sighed, pulling you carefully into his lap, wrapping his coat firmly around you and the baby. The orange-pink sunrise made the red feathers look like fire engulfing you, but perhaps more in the way they would a phoenix as you found your new resolve.

“I'm keeping her,” you said sternly.

“I figured as much,” Kid admitted with a groan, “but what about Kil?”

“What about him?” You growled, “He only gave a shit about his baby, he couldn't care less about me or he would have had the fucking decently to at least look at me. He and I are over. We're done.”

“He'll get over it, he just needs time,” Kid pleaded, “he needs you”

“And where was he when I needed him?” You barked, climbing out of Kid's lap and standing tall. “Where was he when my insides were torn open, when I had to deliver my own dead baby, when Mohawk had to remove my womb so I wouldn't bleed to death, when Heat had to explain I'm barren? Where was he the last day I've spent in hospital, waiting for him to walk through the door, to hold me and kiss me and tell me he still loves me? Where was he Kid?”

“He's having an episode,” Kid stood and held his hands out to you, trying to get you to understand, “he's not well”

“Oh he's not well? Well shit, better drop everything!” You laughed sarcastically, “tell him to take his fucking meds, some of us have real problems that can't be fixed with a pill”

Kid growled a warning at you minimizing Killer's mental condition and you rolled your eyes at him, “Fuck off Kid, I don't give two shits how much furniture he breaks, he tore my fucking heart open again after he swore he would never hurt me again, after he swore he would be there for me. He shut me out, go crying to him. How many times does he have to hurt me before I'm allowed to feel angry in your books?”

You wobbled weakly on your legs and Heat scooped you up, not wanting to take any risks especially with the baby sleeping in your arms. He started to carry you away as Kid continued to shout at you.

“You've got another thing coming if you think I'm gonna support you or that baby on the ship!” He called, his fists balled tight. He was furious, and he never made smart choices when he was mad. “Stay on this fucking island for all I care! You're nothing but a worthless whore, nothing but a life ruiner! We were all perfectly happy before you came on board and fucked everything up!”

Heat stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to Kid, in a rare moment of rebellion from the usually loyal man. “She doesn't need you, or Killer, she has me,” he spat, “and I'll burn the whole fucking ship down before I let you touch her or her baby. You wanna get rid of her? You can say goodbye to me too then”

Kid's jaw was on the floor as Heat turned back to the small dirt trail that ran through the forest, and you sobbed in his arms as he carried you, stoic and silent the whole journey back to the ship. He placed you on your own bed first, packing a hurried duffle of whatever was left in your old room before you'd moved in with Killer, mostly things that hadn't fit you while you were pregnant. He slung the bag over his shoulder and carried you to his room to do the same, and without looking back he picked you up one last time and silently carried you down the gangplank. You caught sight of blond hair in the breeze as he carried you along the dock, Killer watching you from behind his mask, standing at the nose of the dinosaur skull. Heat paid him no mind, and you adjusted the blanket he'd wrapped you in, making sure Killer saw the baby on your chest and the cold anger on your face before Heat carried you away.

Nothing was open in the sleepy town as he walked through it, but he finally found a small inn and banged on the door. An annoyed innkeeper, woken from their sleep, looked at the three of you and sighed, he couldn't leave a woman and baby out on the street, not when the bright red sunrise signalled the oncoming storm. Red sky in morning, sailor's warning. Heat paid handsomely for the inconvenience, renting a crib from the owner, who thankfully had children of his own and was able to provide a few diapers and baby wipes to tide you through till the stores opened, even if they were a touch too big for the small baby.

While the crib was set up you unwrapped the baby, seeing for the first time just how poorly she looked, though her tummy was nice and round from the milk you'd provided. You did what you could to clean and redress her without stirring her from her deep sleep, placing her in the bare crib. You'd asked the innkeeper for blankets, but he assured you that babies were safer sleeping without, and had instead helped you swaddle the little one to keep her warm. There was a strange, awkward silence as he left, just you and Heat left in the room, sitting at the end of the bed side by side and staring at the sleeping baby, who you'd discovered upon unwrapping had a small tuft of blond hair.

“Why did you do that?” You asked softly.

“Do I need to say it?” He replied. You shook your head and took his hand. You knew why. Because he loved you, even though he still lacked the courage to say it out loud. His actions told you everything you needed to know.

“Do you think they'll leave?” You asked him.

“Nah,” he squeezed your hand, “logpose needed three days to reset. They'll cool down and beg us to come home, they care too much. And if they don't, fuck em, you're all I need”

You leaned your tired body against his side and let out a long sigh.

“Let's get you to bed, you must be exhausted,” he picked you up again and slid you under the covers before climbing in next to you. He held you gingerly, aware that you were still recovering and your breasts were tender. “No matter what, I'm here. For you, and the baby. If it's between Kid and you, I'm choosing you”

You sobbed at his reassurances, not once had Killer ever said he would choose you over Kid, in fact he'd always made it clear that Kid was his priority. Your heart swelled for Heat, whether it be genuine or saviour's complex you didn't care, you just knew you were finally falling for him. If only it'd happened months ago, if only you'd given yourself to him more fully, or if maybe he'd been trapped on the island with you. Things could have been so different. Your heart still felt like it was tearing apart, but under Heat's warm embrace you felt like in time it could melt back together.

“Does she have a name?” Heat asked when your crying finally calmed.

“Dawn,” you replied softly.

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˙✧˖° SWEET TOOTH P.1 📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

warnings: gore descriptions of animals, mention of walkers (obv), and some cussing if you count that,,

pairing: soft!s4!carl grimes x reader

kind of an au where rick doesnt pass out and carl & judith reunite immediately after the prison era (if that makes sense)

I HAD COMPLETELY forgotten why i was here, i was supposed to be scavenging.. but i got side tracked by a cluster of ducks off the edge of this pond.

they all looked oddly peaceful, even when walkers were snarling quietly behind the doors of the barricaded houses from when the world went to absolute shit.

my keys dangled loudly from my pant pocket as i crouched down, but i no other place to put them because i lost my bag a while ago, probably nabbed by a walker that was wandering around and i didn't notice.

a duck waddled by my feet slowly, something in its mouth. "whatcha got?" i whispered, the duck looking me straight in the eye before dropping the item on the dewed grass.

i picked it up slowly, inspecting it. i realized after a solid 15 seconds of looking at it that it wasn't anything interesting — just a piece of overly rusted metal.

i shoved it in my back pocket before getting up from my grass mound i had made, and set off to wherever i found solace in for the time being.

a duck quacked behind me loudly, but i ignored it before i heard the crunching of flesh. i turned around hesitantly, a sob slipping between my lips as i saw multiple ducks being torn apart piece by piece — blood spurting everywhere.

i turned around before the walkers could notice i was still there, using all of my strength to climb up one of those tall, darkened trees until they disappeared.

EVEN AFTER SOME time, i was still stuck in that damn tree. why did i even fucking choose to go up here? i knew they wouldnt leave until the sun rose — chasing after it idiotically.

i think i started to doze off before i heard a gunshot ring through my ears — watching the walkers being shot from probably about two or three spots.

i sat up after they all dropped to the ground, my feet swung over the trunk. i guess the people that killed them hadn't realized my presence.

"who are you?" an older man had shouted out, i guess he didn't realize i was a damn kid but, better safe than sorry.

i called out my name before all three of them seemed to relax, the same man who yelled at me had beckoned me to come down.

"you all look rough," i said, crinkling my lip backwards for a second. i never really had a filter — but that didnt seem to affect any of them.

"yeah — we probably do," the woman said. her voice was nice, she sounded kind. well, some people are straight up horrible and they sound sweet as a damn peach tree.

"i'm michonne," the woman said, seeming to grin like she couldnt do anything but.

"i'm carl!" the young boy introduced himself enthusiastically, smiling. why did they all smile so damn big?

"rick," the older man husked out, not smiling. well, finally one with some sanity i guess.

after a few seconds of silence, carl handed me a piece of chocolate that was half melted. "do you like candy? i have more at the house —" he talked with a certain enthusiasm i couldnt reciprocate, especially after watching those ducks being torn apart.

rick interrupted him, "we can't show them the house! what if they have people?" rick whispered, but i heard every word.

"i lost my people 'bout a week ago. mainly just sticking to this neighborhood for now," i spoke up. i didn't want these damn country people to conspire about me.

"dad, let them come to the house!" carl pleaded, "they seem nice, and its already like nighttime now."

rick was in thought for a moment, putting his hand on his chin as his gun slacked in the holster.

"yeah — c'mon. it's gettin' late, kid."

a/n: this sucks so bad but i'm making this a series to preoccupy myself LMAO

[livingwritinglegend]

Omg pleeeeease make an oneshot with gavin gore (smut plz)

Yup! Here it is!!!!

Heaven can wait

Gavin Gore X M!reader

Request? Yes

Type: Smut, pwp(porn with plot (barely)) fluff, top!gavin Bttm!reader, slight breeding kink. Virgin!reader

Desc: you have your first time with Gavin.

Enjoyyy

You and Gavin never really talked about sex. You both thought about it obviously. But talking surprisingly was a no go. Gavin didn’t say anything about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You on the other hand we’re embarrassed because you had never done it before. And it was embarrassing at first. But the more having helped you get into your sexuality you became more comfortable. So you slowly experimented with yourself soon finding out you liked to bottom.

So after mapping everything out you built up the courage to ask your boyfriend to take your virginity….

“What!?” Gavin said slightly giggling. “It’s not funny I am a virgin, and I wanted to lose it to you, since your a little more experienced.” You said looking down. Gavin was kinda a geek. But he was a hot one that had his ways with ladies and gentlemen. Gavin got up off of his bed lifting your chin up. “Don’t be shy about it” Gavin said kissing you. “Are you sure though, this is kinda special.” He said holding you close to him. “I’m sure” you said kissing him. “Strip for me” Gavin said sitting in his bed unbuckling his belt and pants. You did as he told you being very docile. Once you were bare with a aching hard Gavin removed his shirt and his pants revealing his hard.

Gavin motioned for you to come over to him and you did. “Sit on my lap” gavin said and you obeyed. He kissed your shoulders and your chest and neck telling you and whispering sweet nothings. “Your so fucking hot, your perfect baby” he’s whisper kissing all over you.

“He took your cock and his stroking them both making. You gasp and moan nuzzling your head into his neck. He smirked as he went faster making your head reverse and coil back letting out a moan. He covered your mouth not wanting to alert neighbors. “I- mmm” you whimpered out not being able to form a sentence. “I know baby” Gavin said. And soon their was a white substance all over his and and cock along with yours. You whimpered riding out your high as he stroked slower slowing to a stop. You slowly came back down from heaven to earth looking gavin in his eyes and kissing him. “You didn’t finish baby” you said. “That’s cus… we’ll I wanna finish inside you” gavin said smirking. You smiled kissing him. “Alright listen, it’s gonna hurt a little but it won’t be for long.” Gavin said lubricating his cock with his spit and lubricating your hole with it too. “Next time we’re gonna get lube ok baby?” He said looking at you as you nodded.

“You ready” Gavin asked positioning his cock carefully. You nodded. “Safe word is orange, ok. Say that if I’m hurting you really bad” Gavin said as he slid you down on his cock and you jumped letting out a yelp but he held a firm grip on your waist sliding you inch by inch on his cock. You were a whining mess. When you were all the way on his cock he sat you there letting you adjust. You soon moved your hips letting him know you were ready. He moved your hips along on his cock making you tuck your head in his neck. “That’s it good boy, your doing really good for me.” Gavin said starting to fuck up into you with more haste. You grip his hair kissing him. You mined into his mouth and he moaned into yours. He suddenly pushed and pounded deeper into you making your head roll back with your eyes. Your eyes formed tears as you whimpered.

Gavin looked at you in awe. He had never adored anyone as much as you. He loved you so much. He wanted to marry you and raise kids with you. It was his dream. He loved you more that you could ever know and he put all that love into the thrust he did into you making your legs shake and making you vibrate while whimpering. “I’m- gonna- mmm” you said whining. He nodded and thrusted at a harsh speed making you go in the gaze of consciousness and non consciousness. You soon came for a second time chocking on your own moans.

He didn’t stop though. He was chasing his own high. You just bounced on his cock, being dumbfucked. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good boy, want me to cum In you?” He asked and you just moaned as he looked at you smirking. He sped up faster than he knew he could starting to spill his nut into you. “Fuck! Filling you up so good.” Gavin said cumming in you and kissing your neck. Your overstimulated body shivers as Gavin slows down. He kisses you passionately as you whimpered. That was your first time in with Gavin and it wouldn’t be your last