#no nips or bump so i couldn't ever be sure but looking at it now i'm p confident that it's indecent

[dxvxx]

It's Exit Exam day and i'm exhausted.

The wannabe overdue acrobat in my belly kicking me for all his worth isn't helping either. I waddle out of my bathroom naked and dripping wet, not bothering with a towel, even the biggest ones stopped covering my body after the second trimester.

I rub my bump as i check my phone and send William a text reassuring him that i'm fine before i open my closet and rifle through it.

I gave up on wearing my maternity jeans a month ago, so i bypass those and pick out a pale beige sundress.

Grabbing it, i shuffle to the mirror to try to see if it would even fit me. Looking at me, you'd think i'm carrying twins with how big my bump had gotten.

I hear the faint sound of my apartment unlocking and smile when, soon after, my boyfriend strides into my bedroom, looking edible in his black slacks and black button-down shirt.

I rub my thighs, looking at his rolled up sleeves and veiny tattooed forearms.

"Babe," it comes out as a whine as i look up at him. Up, because William is a 6'5 "muscled giant of a man while i'm 5'3 and petite, or at least, i used to be petite. "I told you i'm okay." I murmur but lean back against him greedily as he hugs my naked body from behind. He lifts up the weight of my heavy belly off my hips, just the way i like, and i can't help the moan of relief that escapes. "Mmm.."

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbles, dragging his nose up my neck, right to one of my sensitive spots, breathing in my shampoo. I tilt my neck, giving him more access, letting out another soft moan as i feel myself get wet.

I rub the top of my bump just enjoying being near him, but i have to ask..."No- mhmm- one saw you, right?" Even though i know he's always careful.

William is a professor at my college. We met 2 years ago when i was in a class of his and we have been dating on the downlow ever since.

While i'm no longer a student of his, it's still frowned upon and could lead to serious trouble so we're keeping it quiet until i graduate next month.

That's why he moved me out of the dorms and is renting me an off-campus apartment near his house. Something he keeps grumbling about because 'you're not close enough.' I'm pretty sure if i let him have his way, we'd already have been married by now.

He doesn't respond as he trails kisses up and down my neck, nipping and sucking, leaving me breathless and squirming "Wiiiilll" i whine.

My libido has been in overdrive ever since i got pregnant at the end of summer and had increased even more in my last trimester. The barest of touches or even friction from my clothes has me panting like a bitch in heat.

Something William takes great delight in.

"Have i told you how gorgeous you are so full and heavy with my son?" He growls while leaving hickeys on my neck. He tells me every day. William has always been possessive and overprotective, but he had doubled down ever since i started showing.

He cups my bare pussy murmuring out a rough "mine" in my ear. I'm so wet i drip a bit on his hand as i look in the mirror.

It's a sight.

My belly heavy and round, with the skin a bit pink, overstretched and taut with William's tattooed arms wrapped around it.

My heavy breasts that have doubled in size are aching with my rosy nipples pebbled, begging to be touched.

William's hardened length is nestled against my naked ass cheeks.

It's all too much.

My hips roll trying to get something, anything, but he just cups it, giving me a warning squeeze i ignore. "Don't tease mmhm meeee." i half moan half whine. That earns me a slap on my pussy. The sting shoots up straight to my needy clit and i whimper "ooh fuckk."

Two of his thick fingers tease my entrance before he thrusts them home, using his thumb to rub my clit in slow agonizing lazy circles that have me bucking against his hand desperate for more but he keeps his fingers still.

I know what he's doing, punishing me for refusing to stay home this past week, when i officially reached my due date and passed it.

I get more desperate, rolling my hips harder, trying and failing to get him moving, to give me anything. He smirks in my neck, proud of himself, and i'm close to losing it, delirious with lust and need.

"William Ivan Carmichael, I swear to- Ooomph.." He takes out his dripping fingers and stuffs them into my mouth, effectively shutting up my threat.

Fine, two can play at this game, damn it.

I suck his fingers in, swirling my tongue around them like i do with his dick humming as i lick my juices off his skin. He thrusts them deeper down my throat, lazily pumping them before he pulls out and whirls me around. The movement makes my bump jiggle before he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss.

I'm panting and aching by the time he releases me. I don't have time to process or protest as he lets me go, slaps my ass, picks up the discarded dress off the floor, and flings it at me.

He adjusts himself in his pants and says in a rough voice, "Get dressed, you don't want to be late. I'll see you in the Exam hall."

And he... leaves. Just like that.

The Bastard.

I glare weakly after him and collapse on my bed then immediately regret it and moan "ooohh" At the feel of my sheets creating friction against my aching cunt.

I rub my bump restlessly and nibble my bottom lip. I could give myself an orgasm, could even use the toys in our expansive collection, but...it's not enough, it never is. Nothing comes even close to him, to his skilled, pierced dick and his wicked filthy mouth.

"Your daddy is gonna be the death of me" i whisper to our son before i heave myself up and off the bed with a soft grunt.

William doesn't get it. I want to finish my BSN nursing degree. I don't want and will not drop out or delay my diploma another year. That's just a waste of time and money.

I open my underwear drawer and pull out a lacy black set, then think for a bit and return the bra only pulling on the thong. Anything against my nipples right now will be torturous.

I sigh as i pull on the dress next and wince at how it looks in the mirror then try to make it less tantalizing. It used to fit me and reach just before my knees but with my bump...it barely reaches my thighs not to mention how much cleavage it's showing.

But...fuck it. I'm too horny and too pregnant and too tired to care much anymore.

I stuff my swollen feet in a pair of ballerina flats, fluff up my blonde hair a bit then grab my bag and keys. Making my way out of the door, i stop and rub my belly. It feels really uncomfortable today, hotter and tighter than it has all week.

With a sigh, i keep walking, although much slower, and lock the door before i start going down the stairs.

It doesn't matter. I just have to get through the three hours Exam while trying to ignore the urge to jump William right on top of the desk he's gonna be monitoring us from.

Then we'll come back here and i'll demand he fucks me six ways to Sunday then he'll punish me, in panty melting ways for using that tone with him then...

My horny thoughts stopped abruptly, and i let out a startled gasp, widening my legs. I rub both sides of my bump as the baby drops lower, applying pressure on my lower belly and my already aching pussy.

Well, Fuck.

(This is part 1. Let me know if you're interested in part 2, maybe 3.)

[pistachiofiasco]

bathtubs, haircuts, storms

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader Genre: fluff, soft hours Words: 736 Warnings: n/a

Also on AO3!

here's another little thing for my beloved little menace man. fun fact but i wrote this before the forever with you story event but i wasn't sure about the characterisation. I cannot describe the vindication I felt at the discussion Gilbert and MC have about trust lmao

"I should learn how to cut hair, so I can trim yours when you need it." He gave a quiet hum, unresponsive for the most part.

You couldn't see his face from this angle, had expected more of a reaction, maybe one of those delighted smiles for when you showered him with attention. Rinsing his hair, letting hair as black as obsidian (hah) slip between your fingers, you frowned lightly at a sudden thought. "Nevermind actually. You probably wouldn't feel comfortable letting anyone bring anything sharp near your neck."

You'd said it mildly, as lightly as the real un-offended feelings behind it, but as you turned to reach for the next bottle, you felt him shift beneath your fingers. Glancing back, you found him leaning his head back over the rim of the bathtub, mismatched eyes locked on you.

Oh, we're veering into sulking territory.

You raised an eyebrow at him, smiling softly at the pout on his lips.

"Do you think, in this situation, that you're just anyone, little rabbit?"

"I'm not," you agreed, settling back into your seat and cupping the back of his head against the cold porcelain. "But you still don't trust me as much as you love me."

The pout slipped off his lips now. His face had the blank mask on again, the one where you always got a little too close, a little too quickly. His eyes were still locked on your face, and by now it was so easy for you to see the whirlwind behind them. He'd turn the tables soon, re-establish his control over the situation, redirect your attention, lock down the fear with a genial smile, like he has done for so many years.

It didn't bother you most of the time; you knew it for what it was. And you'd already promised to spend the rest of your lives proving he didn't need to with you. In this moment, it felt like as good a time as any to remind him of that.

Before the maelstrom could pick a direction, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his wet forehead. Lingering, you smiled against his skin as your noses bumped lightly.

"Maybe I'll learn anyway." One hand still holding the back of his head, the other brushed back the strands sticking to the sides of his face. Another kiss to his nose, you sat back up. He was still looking at you (he was always looking, always, long before you ever even knew). "So that when I prove I'm right, you'll be comfortable enough to let me."

It was like being in the eye of the storm, a momentary pause in all the chaos and confusion. You'd managed to surprise him (you were quickly becoming hooked on the thrill you got when he looked at you like that, wide eyed and lips parted, especially when what followed it was that boyish grin that you knew hadn't changed from the past, even if you'd never seen it). You smiled, grinned really. Red and blue eyes had settled. This one was your win.

You gently tipped his head back up, fingers lightly working through the soft black to scratch at his scalp, just barely grazing his ears. The slightest flinch and a hand shooting up to grip your fingers. You froze, wondering if you'd pushed just too far so soon. But he simply tugged your hand forward, pressing it against his lips in an approximation of a kiss. You took it for the acquiescence it was, smiling wider. This close, leaning forward, you laid another few kisses on his head, against his cheek, finishing with just the lightest, mildest little nip at his shoulder.

The regret was immediate. You yelped as his teeth sank into your finger, a sharp "Gilbert!" ringing out, and you saw just a flash of his grin over his shoulder, mischief in his eyes, as he pulled you bodily into the tub, clothes and all. Spluttering, spitting soapy bathwater and your own (now very wet) hair, you could hear him laughing, the sound clear as a bell, echoing in the room. Not bothering to bite back your own grin, you splashed him, trying to stand, complaining loudly as he wrapped his arms firmly around you, dragging you back into the warm water, pressing his cold nose against your neck.

And the storm came and went, like it usually did these days.

the man has trust issues and we need to work on them, slowly but surely. I just wanted to give him some pampering, maybe during his recovery period, while he's still having small fits/bouts of weakness

[slptkns]

94.) Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans. 97.) In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.” 147.) “Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” 150.) “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.” For Sleep Token, all 4 or just Vessel! Whatever you have the desire to do!!

Thank you for the request! I ended up leaving the 150 off cause i couldn't find where it'd fit in this idea i thought up, so i hope that's okay!

Anyway, this is almost 1,000 words of filth lmao I decided to go with poly!sleep token, and also used AFAB!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!, Oral (fem receiving), finger sucking, praise (lemme know if i need to tag something else, im forgetful!!)

You had not planned for the day to end up the way it had, you weren’t sure that your boyfriends had either. You were in bed, head on IV’s lap as II and III were on either side of you, rubbing up your arm or nuzzling into your neck.

You were being reduced to a puddle of moans as Vessel had placed himself between your legs. Your legs twitched and your hips bucked as you waited for Vessel to do more than massage your thighs and nip and suck at the soft, plump flesh.

You finally pushed out words, your voice hoarse from everything going on, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”

“We’re just getting started,” Vessel let out a laugh as he looked up at you, “and you’re already so needy…”

A hand ran through your hair and you looked up at IV through half-lidded eyes. He lowered his head, his forehead bumping yours in praise, letting you know you were doing great. You swallowed hard and your eyes shut tight as Vessel finally grabbed the elastic of your underwear. Your back arched and your breath caught, and IV was quick to place a ‘kiss’ against your lips.

You let out a breathy moan and when IV pulled away you could see his pupils blow wide. You had not realized how much of an effect you could have on someone, much less four people at once.

Your underwear was quickly pulled from your hips, down your legs, and thrown across the room. You were completely naked now, on full display in front of the men. You let out a soft whine as you waited for Vessel’s next move.

Vessel’s hands, still massaging your thighs, froze. His grip on you suddenly tightened and you looked up at him, head still resting in the lap of IV.

“Watch me.” His voice was stern, serious, causing you to only nod.

Vessel smiled against your thigh, nipping the soft skin, before moving to your cunt. His tongue was slow to lick a stripe up it. He pulled you closer to him, his grip only growing tighter, most definitely bruising the skin.

“Ves-” You moaned out, your voice cracking from pleasure.

“So good-” III stroked your arm, the words pushing from his mouth like he was using every inch of strength to speak. He nuzzled into your neck and your eyes cut to him. III put his forehead to yours,  “So good… For us…”

You let out the softest whimper, your eyes met his and you saw a hunger that lit a fire in you. A hunger you should be used to, but it always catches you off guard.

Vessel paid no mind to the others, as they praised you. Instead he continued to feast upon you as if you were his last meal. You were writhing and moaning, and your entire body was tensing. Your hips jolted upward once you felt his thumb ghost over your clit, testing the waters. You let out a loud whine and Vessel laughed against you, sending you further into your spiral of pleasure.

“Vessel!” Your hips rolled into him, “Please, I need to- Please let me-”

“Let you what?” Vessel pulled away, two of his fingers dipping into you and slowly pumping in and out. You looked at him with wide eyes. “You haven’t even been doing what I asked, and you want to cum?”

You couldn’t help but pout at him, “I- I-” You freeze. There was so much going on, how were you supposed to stay focused solely on him?

Vessel lowers himself back to your pussy and you tense, “They want to see you come undone, so I will allow it this time.” Vessel, as smug as ever, goes back fucking you with his tongue, his thumb moving back to your clit.

It doesn’t take much, after that you're almost seeing stars. You're whimpering and moaning out for them. For release. You were so close. Vessel’s tongue picked up the pace, his thumb moving away from you. He began to suck a your clit, and a knot formed in your stomach. You were quickly coming undone. Your hips jerked and you let out a cry of pleasure.

Before you knew it, your orgasm hit hard and fast. Your toes curled and your breath caught in your throat. Vessel kept going, his pace slowing, he knew what he was doing to you.

“Please, Ves-” You whined, “Fuck!”

“So, so pretty…” Vessel finally pulls away from you and your body is sprawled out for them to see. “You look so good screaming out my name.” Vessel was quick to notice your mouth was open and he smirked to himself. He placed two fingers into your mouth, resting on your tongue. “Suck.”

You were quick to oblige. Your eyes locked with his and slowly blinked up at him, sucking on his fingers.

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” Vessel growled out. “So obedient, all for us.”

You lie there, spent. Bruised thighs and heavy breathing. For a moment, you were thankful that it was still cold enough to hide those bruises. You knew Vessel was thinking the opposite though. He wanted people to know who you belonged to.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and you closed your eyes briefly. Your chest heaved and your breathing was loud, ragged. Vessel, content with himself, stood from you and looked at II, III, and IV and then back to you.

“Who’s next, Y/N?”

You could feel your body growing excited again. You weren’t sure you could pick just one, it was going to be a hard decision.

[il-predestinato]

If you’re open to doing another one-shot, I’d want you to pick your favourite song right now, whichever one that might be!

If you must have a number then 2 please, in honour of Charles’ second place in the WDC 😍

Work your magic however you desire! 🤩

#2. "Always Remember Us This Way" by Lady Gaga

When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way When you look at me And the whole world fades I'll always remember us this way

send me an ask with a number between 1 and 100 and I’ll write a 5ish sentence fic inspired by that song on my 2022 wrapped playlist!

So here it is after some delay! Sitting through a boring hospital IT meeting on my birthday inspired me to write a birthday Lestappen blurb (word count: 618).

Max blinked the bathwater out of his eyes. He turned to squint at Charles (due to irritation from the soap more than actual annoyance) and made a plaintive noise.

"You won on my birthday weekend too," he pouted, before turning away so that Charles can resume his ministrations.

The fingers massaging his wet hair paused, and Charles emitted an unimpressed grunt. "And you won on my actual birthday," retorted the Monegasque. "Also, your birthday was on a Friday." He migrated lower and started working his fingers through the stiff muscles of Max's lower neck. "I won on October 2, which last I checked was not your birthday."

Max rolled his eyes, but the skilled hands working through the knot in his neck made it difficult for him suppress a soft moan of satisfaction. He couldn't see Charles, but he could definitely feel the smug little smirk pressed into his soap-laden hair. "Fine," he half-whined, half-grumbled. "So how should I make it up to you?"

Charles pressed his lips fleetingly to his ear, and it sent a shiver straight down his spine. Maybe the bathwater was getting cold.

"Austria 2019," said Charles sweetly. He rubbed circles into Max's skull; he knew all the pleasure points on his body. Eyes fluttering shut, Max groaned and sank like soft putty into his chest. "Admit that your move was illegal and I should have won."

The body pressed flush against him suddenly went still. Max whipped around so quickly that a generous splash of bathwater landed on the marble floor with a satisfying echo. Outraged blue eyes met insolent green ones.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither willing to concede first. They've had angry wall sex between motorhomes after the very same Austria 2019 in question, but even that tension would have found stiff competition with the stifling ambience of the present. For a moment, anyway.

Then Max burst out laughing. "Sure," he baited. He liked this position better - he can see Charles; his eyes followed a few bubbles of soap as they slipped down the freckled nose and found the crevice in one of Charles' dimples. "As soon as you admit that the 2012 incident was on you."

Sometimes, not that he would ever admit it, Max had this irrational fear that his memory would fail to do Charles justice - that in ten or fifteen years, it would fail to repaint this next moment with all of its vivid splendour: Charles reached forward to touch his face - the skin in his fingertips slightly wrinkled from their prolonged bath, his bright eyes autumn-stained by the sunset peeking through the frosted glass window - and tilted Max's jaw so that their lips hovered mere millimetres from each other. The tip of his freckled nose bumped against Max's, and that drew a light snicker from Charles. He dipped forward and placed a nipping kiss on Max's lower lip.

"Never," he declared.

Max didn't need a mirror to know that the wide grin sprawled across Charles' face was a reflection of his own. He wondered if Charles was thinking what he was thinking: let me ruin all of your birthdays in the future... only if you promise to ruin all of mine.

Then maybe it wouldn't matter if Max failed to remember every detail of this one. It wouldn't matter if he couldn't remember that the bathroom tiles were teal, or that the song playing in the background was from that Bradley Cooper film he hated (because what did the writers have against a happy ending anyway?), or the way Charles' untamed wet hair tickled his cheek. He would always have the next one. And the one after that.

"Happy birthday, demon."

-

😘 I think it's embarrassing how many times I've listened to this song, but I'm with Max in terms of our inability to tolerate sad endings.

[headintheclouds-posts]

nct haechan enemies to lovers ? :D tysmm

Of course sweetie, I hope this is ok, its the longest story I have ever written on this app so I hope you like it and please send over anymore asks you can think of.

Starts of pretty angsty, but I promise it becomes fluffy.

Trigger warning - Some face shaming is mentioned in this story. Please note I do not condone this in any way.

You had recently debuted after several years of training with your agency SM, you and the girls in your group were like sisters and people were already praising your vocals and dancing skills online. It honestly felt like a dream come true, you were so lucky to have such an amazing group to be apart of, and also the other idols in SM had always been extremely supportive and gave the best advice.

Today your group was having an interview for a segment on a pretty well known show and none of you could contain your excitement. 'What if I say something stupid?' one of the girls said, panicking at the thought of the exposure you were all about to get. 'Don't worry, everything will be fine, just take a deep breath before answering each question' you responded trying to console her. To be completely honest, you were also extremely nervous but as the leader, your job was to make sure the group felt comfortable in any settings. 'If any difficult questions are asked, I will answer them' you smiled patting the girls back. 'Thanks Unnie' she responded clasping your hand in hers.

'Right ladies, the interviewer is almost here, we should greet them at the front of the building' your manager called out. You all followed him in a line to the foyer of the building and welcomed the news team. You all made small talk whilst walking to the meeting room to conduct the interview. On the way, you passed several well known idols including some members of NCT. They all smiled as they passed as you gave your hello's, that was until you got to Haechan, upon trying to greet him he just sneered and walked away. He had always been like this with you. At the beginning you thought maybe he just had issues with a new group but he was always polite and made small talk with the girls, you on the other hand have spent the past 30ish months being ignored, sneered at and having hateful comments made whenever he was around. You had tried to approach him several times trying to find out what you had done wrong but his response was always the same, 'I just don't like you y/n'. It wouldn’t of felt so bad if you didn’t have a small crush on him. 

You tried to brush off his behaviour as you sat down with the rest of the group for your interview. The lady asking the questions was really nice and made you all feel at ease, and even complimented you all after saying how polite you all were. 'Thank you so much for speaking with me, I will have to head back to the office now as we will be posting the chat on our website later tonight' the interviewer smiled. You all bowed and thanked her. Once she had left, yourself and all the girls slumped to the floor glad it was over. 'Anyone hungry?' you asked as they all nodded their heads in unison. 'Great, let me just nip for a bathroom break and then we can go' you smiled, standing up to excuse yourself.

On your way back to meet the girls for lunch you bump into Haechan. Remembering what happened earlier you grabbed him by the arm. 'What was that about before? you couldn't just pretend to be polite for one minute whilst we were with guests' you questioned. He snatched his arm away from you before giving you an agitated look. 'Don't speak to me y/n, I don't want anyone to think I am associated with you' he snarled before walking off. Even though he has behaved like this many times before, you couldn't help the way your heart sank when he treated you like this. You brushed off how you felt and slapped on a smile to go and meet your group for lunch.

You went and filled up your trays and sat at one of the empty tables chatting amongst yourselves. You noticed Jungwoo and Mark walking over with their trays waving at you. 'Can we sit here' Mark asked. 'Of course' one of your members responded as the guys slid onto the bench. 'Heard you girls just had your first proper interview, does it feel real yet?' Jungwoo asked smiling at you all. 'Not yet' you responded, 'more scary than anything' you nervous laughed. 'Honestly you will get used to it' Mark said before turning his head into a different direction. 'Yo Haechan, there's some space here' he shouted across the canteen. You all turned your heads to look in Haechans direction. His face dropped when he saw you and he rolled his eyes. 'I'd rather not'' he spat before walking off with his tray. Both Jungwoo and Mark looked at you and tried to brush it off. 'What's his problem' one of the girls in the group snapped. 'Just ignore him' Mark says, 'Yeah he can be like that sometimes' Jungwoo nodded after seeing the sadness in your face. After lunch the girls decided to go back to the dorms to rest, you on the other hand decided to get your head around the choreography for your new song.

You don't even know how long you had been practicing before you decided to go and get some water. There was a machine just down the corridor from your practice room so you punched in the numbers and waited for your bottle to come out. You realised the interview would of probably been posted by now so you fished your phone out of your pocket and brought up the website. A big smile spread across your face looking at the lovely story written up by the interviewer. You continued scrolling to your phone as your saw the comment section was heaving with messages. The first few were pretty nice but then your stomach dropped.

"Is that the leader?? Ew she is not pretty at all"

"I don't know why they're debuting ugly idols now, let alone making one the leader"

"One thing is for sure, the leader will not be my bias"

In the midst of all the lovely and supportive comments, these comments stood out, causing tears to prick in the corner of your eyes. You look up from your phone in shock, not being able to comprehend how cruel some people were being. You hear footsteps and look to see Haechan walking down the corridor towards you. Without getting your water bottle you run to your practice room not wanting him to see you cry, he would only make things worse. Once you’re in the room you sit against the wall as a steady stream of tears fall from your eyes. Why me, you thought, you did your best to be a nice and kind, you always looked out for other people and put them before you, why do people have to be so cruel?. Next thing you hear is the practice door room slam open, causing you to jump from the sound. You look up to see Haechan in the doorway with a strange look on his face. You use your jumper to quickly wipe the tears from your eyes and continue to sit on the floor, not bothering to get up and face more mean comments.

You hear Haechan’s footsteps get closer to you he calls out your name. You look up through your tear collected eyelashes to see him knelt in front of you. ‘Wow, you’re kind of an ugly crier you know’ he says with a smirk on his face. ‘Why don’t you piss off Haechan, I am not in the mood’ you shot back. He proceeded to ignore you and sat across from you with his legs stretched out. ‘I told you to leave Haechan’ you said giving him a stern look. ‘You really think I would miss this’ he sniggered. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, you were angry and upset and tired, so tired of how people had been treating you. ‘Get out’ you half shouted getting to your feet. ‘I am sick of this, sick of people treating me like dirt for their own amusement, I never did anything to you and yet you continue to make my life a living hell, I can’t do this anymore’ and with that you turn on your heel to leave. Before you can go any further a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You find yourself wrapped up in the arms of your enemy, nose pressed against his chest whilst his arms have found their way around you. The tears start up again with this sign of comfort and you let yourself go in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his t-shirt. You half expect him to push you away and laugh at you or tell you this is some sort of prank, but instead he uses one hand to rub circles into your back whilst the other holds you close. You don’t know how long you were like this before you came to your senses and pulled away. ‘Haechan if this is some sort of joke then its not funny’. ‘Does it look like I am laughing?’ he questions back cocking his eyebrow. You really couldn’t read him, for the last several years he has been nothing but uninviting to you, why now did he want to console you? ‘You forgot this by the way’ he says picking up the bottle of water that was on the floor and handing it to you. ‘Oh right, thank you’ you respond taking the bottle from him. ‘So were the comments that bad?’ he asks you, ‘how did you know it was about the online comments?’ you say. ‘I saw the reporter come in with you this morning and I am just putting two and two together’ he shrugs. ‘Same thing happened when we were rookies too’ he says nonchalantly.  ‘Really?’ you asked looking up at him. ‘Yeah, you kinda get over it, they are nothing but trolls so I just try to ignore them, you should too’. Still shocked at how kind he is being, you thank him again and let out a small laugh. ‘What are you laughing at?’ he questions tilting his head to the side. ‘I just never thought we would have a normal conversation without arguing’ you respond. ‘You never did tell me why you hate me?’ you ask him wondering what his answer will be. ‘I never said I hated you y/n, have you ever stopped to think that it might be something else’ he says taking a step towards you. ‘What? what else could it be other than hate’ you say to him as your voice raises up an octave. At this point you can see him start to get a little angry as well, ‘maybe, just maybe its because you’re rude y/n’ he shouts back. ‘Rude, RUDE, when have I ever been rude to you, I have always tried to be nice, even when you made me feel terrible’ you shout, as you go on your tiptoes to look slightly more intimidating than you feel. ‘You’re the rudest person I have ever met, did you think I wanted to fall in love, did you think I ever wanted to feel this way’ he is basically screaming at you right now. ‘I just wanted an easy life and you just waltz in and flip my world upside down. You go about your day happy with not a care in the world whilst I am suffering, suffering because you stole my heart and there is nothing I can do about it, so I would say that’s pretty rude of you’. Silence then fills the air as you both stare at each other, you don’t know what to think, or even feel other than shock. ‘You...you love me?’ you managed to splutter out after what felt like several minutes of silence. ‘You know what y/n, forget I said anything’ he says turning to walk away, but this time it was his turn to be grabbed by the wrist as you pull him back towards you. ‘Say it again’ you ask looking up into his chocolate eyes. ‘I love you y/n, I have from the moment you were introduced to us and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since’ and with that you close any space between you and put your hands on either side of his face, ‘I am going to be rude again and ask for a kiss if that’s ok?’ you whisper to which he nods in response. He pulls you up into his arms as your lips connect into the most euphoric kiss. You feel as though your soul has left your body and time stands still. His lips are so soft and warm against yours. The only way you could describe it was like coming home. It was perfect. Once you break away he rubs his nose against yours, ‘sorry for my behaviour over the past few years, I just didn’t know what to do with my feelings’ . ‘Its fine, but from now on you have to be nice to me if I am going to be your girlfriend’ you say kissing the tip of his nose. ‘Girlfriend?’ he questions with a laugh causing your bottom lip to pout out. ‘I am only joking, you’re more than my girlfriend, after feeling the way I have for all these years I am pretty sure you’re my soulmate’ he says peppering butterfly kisses to your face. ‘Come on, how about I treat you to a meal and we forget about those online trolls’ he says smiling. ‘Already forgotten’ you respond whilst grabbing your things to leave. ‘So like what do we do know, hold hands or something?’ he says awkwardly. ‘Come on’ you giggle grabbing his hand and walking to the exit. Though the day had many twists and turns, it ended in the most perfect way ever, your enemy finally became your lover and you couldn't be happier.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes on this one. It’s been a busy day :) feel free to send over anymore requests <3

[lemememeringue]

decided to tackle doll hair instead of my own tonight! this is cherry cola, originally "sherry black cherry cola". she's a yummiland soda pop doll in surprisingly good condition considering how much I loved her. once again, I've chopped my doll's hair, as it initially went all the way to her toes which is,,, just too much,,,

I forgot to take "before" pics but because I remember so much about the brand, I found her original packaging and all (for $70!) on ebay.

I still have most of the accessories (not the original bottle, I'm afraid), but I couldn't tell you where... I really hope to find her gold pants and her cute rollerblades. in the meantime I think I'm gonna cut up a sock and make her a sweater dress or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[janshu]

Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Making The Best of Bad Situations

Wilfords Demands One Shot

Summary- 3.7k Curtis Everett x You. Pregnancy has you unable to rest, no matter what you or Curtis try. It's becoming an ongoing issue, but Curtis had gotten some tips from the midwife in charge of the front-end nursery.

Warnings- we got some feels between these two, yikes! We also have pregnancy mentions (obviously), fingering, oral, some plain sex cause ya girl here was indulging in some soft Curtis smut feels lately.

A/N- This is the first major thing I have posted in a good long while. So be gentle... please. And I know the moodboard is simple... but I really like it?

Wilfords Demands Masterlist

The bed is comfy, warm, and safe. As safe as you can ever feel on Snowpiercer living in the front end as Curtis’s charge. In fact you could feel his solid form just behind you, his soft breathing sounds just behind your ear. If you were to look over your shoulder, you were sure he would be just inches away. This was how he always slept, you found, he naturally would seek you out in his sleep, a thigh pressed over yours, an arm wrapped around your midsection to have his fingers splayed under your breasts, his face tucked near your head. There was a time you loathed his closeness, how he was so hotly pressed against you while you tried to inch for some space between the two of you.

Now you leaned back heavily into him, letting yourself loosen in his hold. Sometime along you started to feel safe in his hold, content. You didn't have to be curled as small as possible to keep yourself safe, he enclosed you perfectly. It was best not to ponder to much on why this happened, that would mean looking at yourself. How you had grown to accept this situation the two of you were forced into. Instead you let your discomfort surface, being pregnant wasn't all glowing radiance stories made it out to be.

You pressed back slightly to readjust your hips and rubbed against Curtis’s side. You were right, he was close. In his sleep his arm shifted around your swollen belly, spreading his fingers against the width of your baby bump, that's how much bigger this man was then you. It didn't help though, your lower back and hips were killing you and no matter how many times you shifted, you couldn't get comfortable. Pregnancy was taking a toll on you.

A sigh escaped you as you shifted, upper back pressing into the pillows so you could look up, your lower half still twisted to the side. Your caboose baby was growing steadily and it was wearing on your body. You once more went to your side, balling up the pillow under your head to try and alleviate the pressure. It didn't help.

A sleepy groan emitted behind you and a shift made the bed dip so you fell back into Curtis’s bare chest, his arm tightening slightly around the bump. “Y/N, you wont stop wriggling around. Normally I like that, but not when we are trying to sleep.” his voice was gruff from misuse, making it deeper than usual. You bit your lip, hoping he wasn't too aggravated about it.

“I’m sorry Curtis. Go back to sleep.” you look over your shoulder to see him still looking like he was asleep, his eyelids twitching as he becomes more aware of his surroundings. You shifted once more to try and get comfortable, pulling the blanket up around you.

Curtis let his eyes slide open, staring at the back of your head, and he could tell just by being near you that you couldn't relax at all. This was happening every night the past week, making you both tired. He had gone to a midwife on the train in the nursery, asking for tips to help you. Extra pillows, mild foods, a shower before bed, back rubs, and stretching had all been tried and you still fretted and tossed most of the night.

He pulled himself in closer till he was wrapped around you, rubbing the swell of your belly. “I'm not going to sleep till I know you can.”

You gave a shuddering sigh in response, slightly loosening that rigid feeling the more Curtis ran his palm along your belly and over your hips, along your side. He felt you start to sink into his chest while relaxing momentarily. “You are going to be tired.”

“Don't worry about me, you're the one growing our child.”

“He is a persistent little caboose.”

Curtis gave a soft chuckle while resting his chin on your shoulder, “I still can't believe you call our kid a caboose.”

“It's cute…” You hummed while wiggling your hips to press back into Curtis, making him breathe shallowly through his nose feeling your ass press into him. “... what else am I supposed to call him?”

“Mmhh caboose is just fine Y/N.” Curtis responded softly, keeping his hand moving down over your thigh, hoping to relax you. “Can we try another shower?” He offered and you shook your head lightly.

“You know the rules, one a day and you already give up most of your hot water use for me Curtis.” you point out and he grunts in acknowledgment. He couldn't go get you anything from the kitchens, they lock them down at night to keep from supplies being stolen. So far his rubs seemed to make you feel a little more relaxed, but what you really needed was sleep. You were always so tired during the day.

“You know… there is one other thing we can try.” His fingers dipped between your legs to stroke lightly at your inner thighs, and he hid a smile feeling you tighten your legs together with a slight hitch of your breath. “The release could help you relax.” His knuckles brushed just barely against your slit and you tensed in a different way, slight shivers racing up your spine in anticipation. Full warm lips started to press against your neck, flowing down your bare shoulder peeking under the blankets. “If you want me to stop, say so Y/N.”

Did you want him to stop? The brushes of his fingers were causing your body to fall into a familiar place, one that he brought you to every time you allowed yourself to enjoy the physical part of your relationship. The tense uncomfort was starting to soften with the anticipation. Plus he was giving you a choice. Now that you were pregnant, the dynamics between you two have changed.

It wasn’t a hundred percent better, but Curtis tried being gentler, less forceful with you. You could say no again.

Sinking back into his hold a bit more, his broad chest scrapped against your shoulder blades and a hairy thigh pressed between yours to part them. His fingers still teased between your folds, almost lazily trailing from your entrance to coat his fingertips in your arousal to drag back to your clit, circles pressing and pulling the nerves till it sparked your arousal, making you whimper slightly. “Keep going Curtis, don’t stop.”

You could feel the curve of his smile against your shoulder once you said that, his hips rutting barely against you, rubbing his hard cock against your ass. “You are so wet for me baby.” He pressed against your entrance, letting himself fill you to a knuckle to flutter around him. “Going to make you feel so good.”

Curtis continued to stroke his thumb over your hood, dragging it back to tease your aroused nub, the heated spirals making you clamp down around his finger, trying to keep him there while he stroked your warmth, moving faster, with more purpose. Up near your neck, Curtis kept flushing kisses and whispers as you started squirming, your muscles starting to spasm the closer he brought you just with his hand cupping your mound. “You know I’m not going to stop baby till I get what I want.”

Said by any other, that small declaration would have scared you. But with Curtis, you knew it would only be pleasurable for you. Your hand instinctively reached down to grab his wrist while his movements went faster, having you chase after that sensation now with your own ruts against his palm, mewling his name in the neediest way that he flushed kisses over your shoulder, side of your neck till he was pressing his mouth to your ear. “Say it again Sweetheart, let me hear it.”

“Curtis, please.” Your head fell back more as you rambled, leaving him room to nip and kiss where your pulse was hammering, your senses losing track of being coherent as you rode out your climax.

Curtis loved bringing you here, that mindless time when you really just acted out of pure need. Those soft needy cries of yours, your eyes would go out of focus and flutter up as you sunk into bliss. It was satisfying to see you simply feel that good. He knew he could stop there, you would probably sink into sleep now if he let you come down fully.

But this was too good, he enjoyed you too much to let this be the end of it. Pulling his hand away so he could grasp your hips and turn you to your back, you went with his movements so willingly, stretching almost lazily like a cat when he eased you to your back. One of your hands shot over your head, balling into a stretch behind your head while the other lazily stroked his chest while he shifted to hover over you.

“Any better?” He rumbled out while stroking your hip and down between your thighs, massaging the quiver that still shook you, small aftershocks.

“Much better.” You purred out, blinking up at him with that still hazy look in your eyes. He took the chance to press a kiss to your lips, exhaling softly when you returned it to him. Curtis left the sweetness of your mouth to trail down your body, easing backwards while he paid attention along your collarbone. A palm drifted up to your breasts, kneading it gently till you were encouraged to arch into his touch. He knew how sensitive carrying Jace had made you, keeping his fingertips gentle as he circled your pebbled nipples. It was just right cause he heard you inhale sharply when he twirled just right, little light mewls when he replaced his rough fingers with the warmth of his mouth, making you clutch at his shoulder. “Be careful…” You whimper out as your nails scratch up his neck and along his scalp in a slow lazy manner. “Sensitive.”

“What feels better?” He kissed around your breast before taking you back into his mouth while palming the other with light rolling of your nipples. It drew a gasp and curling of your fingers in your scalp. His gaze lifted to watch you tilt your head back, whining his name.

“Curtis, I-”

He lifted his mouth away to let the bristles of his chin brush over the tender flesh. “Come on baby, simple question.” You squirmed under him, a mix of wanting more, and having to push him away so you could catch your breath for just a second.

“Both? I think I should be allowed to pick both.”

“You are so needy, I love this side of you.” Curtis gave a soft laugh while he started to flow further down your body, still palming a breast but now he flushed kisses over your round belly. Affectionate in his actions, this was a part of you he treasured. He never got to enjoy this before. Getting to know his partner, seeing the way you changed because of creating a life together. It wasn't ideal, seeing how they were nothing more than prisoners, but there was a part of Curtis that was infinitely amazed at it all. It wasn't just a baby on the train, this was his baby, with his girl, dare say his feelings were so much more than anything he remembers experiencing before.

You caught your breath while he covered your bump with the sweetest kisses ever. Sure not to leave an inch of you without an affectionate touch from him while he massaged your aching hips, lifting them slightly to stuff a pillow underneath you. He pushed back up to loom over you, searching your expression for any sign of discomfort. “This good?” He rubbed your side reassuringly, making you relax further into his touch.

You lifted your gaze to him above you, reaching up to brush a hand through the bristles on his cheek. “Better actually.” You grinned up at him while wrapping a leg loosely around his back. “Killed the spasms in my back Jace was causing.”

Curtis pulled back, speaking directly to your belly. “You gotta be good to your mama.”

You hummed in agreement, letting your hand push gently through the bristles of his hair while he continued kissing down your body. “Good luck, he's probably as stubborn as his Daddy.” You smirked at him while he lightly bit the top of your mound, large hands cupping the back of your thighs and pressing them back.

“Nah, he's gonna be like his Mama, strong and resilient.” He winked at you and sat back a bit, admiring how he had you. Just how he wanted you, relaxed and aroused. There was a light sheen over your chest, your hands had fallen to rest on your stomach and you gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes that said you trusted him to touch you. So different from months ago when he had to pin you down because back then it was going to happen, one way or another.

Now, you both gave so freely, willingly. Something Curtis never really experienced before, wanting the connection he had been able to build with you.

“Fuck I just gotta taste you.” He muttered as he lowered himself to your folds, his hands massaged the inside of your spread thighs while kissing on your folds, nudging his nose against your clit to excite you. Your thighs strained further apart for his massive shoulders.

Every time you felt Curtis take you like this, you would spiral so quickly. He simply knew what he was doing, your toes would curl into his shoulder blades while his tongue tasted you, took you apart stroke by stroke with the flattening of his tongue tracing you with his chin, bristling against your sensitive flesh. The tip of his nose bumped and pressed against your clit, making you wriggle enough so Curtis circled his arms around your thighs, hands flushing against your hips to hold you onto the pillow.

“Curtis- fuck- please.” You babbled, reaching for him and clutching his head. The little spirals curled in your belly and up your spine. It just came out as a run of words that Curtis thoroughly enjoyed your mindless babble and quivering thighs crashing and clutching the sides of his head. But your tune soon changed, feeling you tug as much as you could on his head. “Get up here, need you.”

A dart of his tongue through your drenched cunt and a lift of his head glanced up at you, this pleading begging version of you needing him. Who was he going to deny that when his cock was ready to bury in your sweetness and let himself get lost in you. Kneeling between your thighs, he wrapped his hand around his cock, trailing along your folds. “That bad huh?” His blue eyes twinkled at you, and you gave a quick nod in affirmation.

“You promised to make me go to sleep Curtis.” You wrapped an leg around him and pulled him closer to you. Sinking into you slowly, Curtis gave a firm roll of his hips, and that sweet little gasp you had was matched with his own groan at the way you clutched around him, warmth surrounding him to draw him in deeper. Your hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms to grasp his biceps.

“You all good Sweetheart?” He asked, slowly moving himself to pull out and press back into you. You dug your nails into the tensed muscles, panting in response the faster he moved. All you had the mind to do was nod, just let him take you wherever. You lifted your legs, knees grasping at his sides while he fell forward, hand braced against the wall and pulling your hips closer to him. Curtis hunched over you, careful of your belly, but chasing your sweet mewls of his name till he pulled you into a kiss. Urgent, messy, you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close to you.

All through the steady thrusts of his hips, gyrating to be sure you felt all of him, he worshipped your body. Down your neck, burying his face into your shoulder while you arched under him, your whole sensitized body burning pleasurably with any contact. Curtis reached behind him, pulling a thigh up higher to hike around him, allowing him to go deeper.

The angle hit just right, the one that left you crying underneath him as you just held on. He was relentless, feeling your slick warmth around him, your pussy clenching over and over rapidly. “Curtis…” You managed to whine out, mimicking his earlier action; burying your face into his shoulder. Moaning as you bit into the muscle when you finally came, over and over your body shook, refusing to give him up. This orgasm wrapped you warmly, a pleasured wave flooding your system till your mind went hazy.

“I got you Baby.” He grunted, the tension in his body flaring at tense tendons and hardened muscles, all keeping himself in check. You fell back into the pillows and watched as he started to peak, his jaw tense and eyes squeezing shut. Your hands shot up and cupped his face while he let go, pumping himself into you while your body milked him for what he had to offer.

The tension seeped from his face as he grunted, his jaw going slack, a waiver of his arms holding himself up threatened to pitch and crash forward on you, but he held himself above you with determination. Your hands slid to the back of his head and eased him into you, pressing your lips to his in a post haze kiss, your other leg curling around him and clutching to him to keep Curtis from pulling away from you.

Curtis returned it, just as hungrily as you claimed it, but it softened, you two slowly parted and his forehead leaned against yours while catching his breath. Your tight grip surrounding him started to loosen, allowing you to sink back into the bed. Curtis took the quiet moment to ease from you, moving to lay beside you.

You grabbed the pillow used to elevate your hips and pushed it aside to turn into Curtis, one hand just rested against his chest that was still expanding while he came down from his high. You almost kept your next words to yourself, but the moment was there, and you didn't know if it would be again. “Has anyone ever told you that you were beautiful?”

You could see the confused look that crossed his features, pinching them slightly as he tried to process what you were saying. “I can't say that I have.” His head tilted towards you, inches away. This close you could see the way the blues in his eyes shattered, light and dark shades of the blue spectrum circled around his pupils. Like with anything, upon a closer look, they were not as simple as they first appeared to be.

“You are… when you just let go.” You curled your fingers against his chest, letting your touch be a soothing scratch. “It's just you. It's like…” You furrowed your brow, trying to explain it. “Everything else you have been made to become slides away. The tension, the responsibilities, what you have to be here. You are just you, and you are… well you really are in the lack of a better word beautiful.”

You imagined the heat that must be creeping up his neck to burn the tops of his ears, in the dark of the room, you didn't care you couldn't see. It also hid your smile at this moment, it was rare that you got to shock Curtis in such a good way.

Finally, he grunted beside you, yanking the blankets over both of you. “You must be sleep deprived Y/N, cause I am nothing special.” He muttered as he possessively pulled you into his hold.

“Mmmh, I don’t know about that Curtis. You don’t give yourself enough credit for having survived this long without any control.” You say softly, settling your back into his chest while he curled around you once more, thighs tucked behind yours and hand against your stomach. “You know I don’t hate you for any of this right?” You ask while you're turned away from him. Somehow it was easier talking about these harder things in the safety of the dark. Although you couldn't see him, you could feel him. The way his fingers flexed against your stomach, or the catch of his breath faltering where it had been steady against the back of your neck. “You didn’t have a choice, just as I didn’t. It was going to happen.” You let your hand slide on his, squeezing gently. “I know you didn’t want any of this and did your best to make it tolerable.”

Although he didn’t say anything, you knew he was listening. “I know I’m lucky that it was you and not someone else. That’s all I wanted to say.” Nothing but silence came from Curtis, and you let yourself succumb to sleep finally.

Curtis though, he laid there letting your words circle in his thoughts. Unsure of how to feel of your observation of him, that he was in any way special or that you were actually lucky to be in his charge. For all the years he was used, the guilt of it had built into his chest till he could see little of anything worthwhile inside of himself. Some point along, he killed the feelings of caring about those he was forced with. At first, it had been sheer fear driving him, then it changed. Became habit.

Then you came along and the longer you stayed, the easier being with you was. Now he looked forward to waking up with you, coming back after his workouts to see you curled in the chair reading, evenings of teaching you to play chess, talking or the other small things you two did to kill time.

Was it selfish of him to continue wanting you in this manner? Daresay that you were happy and content with him enough to want to stay? He sincerely felt he didn't deserve it. Not after all that he had done before.

Giving a sigh, at the confliction it built in him, he tucked your head under his chin and willed himself to just sleep as well.

[lordoffiction]

Thor’s Lightning: Prologue.  __________________________

☞: Here it is! I hope this does well and you guys enjoy it until I post chapter one tomorrow. This is the first time I’ve wrote something in three years, so I was a little rusty when I was writing this. But I promise it’ll get much more exciting and longer in the next chapters.

Please give me feedback if you can so I can improve! ♡

warnings: none. 

word count: 2,229.

gif doesn’t belong to me! all credits to the owner. 

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The sky was dark, riddled with clouds by the time you finished work. It was late, 1am by the time you managed to close the cafe up for the rest of the night.

Cleaning the whole place by yourself was a mission itself, the drag back to your place was the cherry on the top.

You lived 20 minutes away from your work, you’d get the bus in the mornings but by the time you’ve finished closing up, the buses have stopped for the night and you couldn’t afford getting a taxi every night.

You lived in a small town, you have been for the past 2 years. It was a struggle after your parents passed away, a terrible car accident when you were 18, something you’d never be able to forget. Your dreams made sure of that.

“Shit.” You cursed, feeling a raindrop splash against your forehead as you stepped outside the cafe.

It had to rain when you didn't have an umbrella, didn't it?

You used your backpack as a makeshift one, quickly walking in the direction of your apartment.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Your back was soaked, sending a chill down your spine.

When suddenly, you stopped moving from the ground-shaking thunder that roared from the sky.

Your E/C drifted up towards the flashing lights that rippled through the night sky, dancing through the clouds. It was breathtaking, you’d never seen lightening look so beautiful before.

You pulled your backpack off of your head, reaching into it to grab your phone to try capture some videos or pictures.

But everything turned white as soon as you looked back up to the sky, a deafening ringing boomed through your ears.

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Your eyes opened slowly, wincing when the bright light shone directly down onto you. The sound of birds and trees blowing in the wind made you sit up quickly.

You were outside. Why were you outside?

“Where... am I?” You said to yourself, taking in your surroundings. “Why am I in a forest? I was going home and then...” Your words trailed off, remembering the rain, the night sky and the lightening.

It was daytime now, though.

“Oh fuck, I'm dead.” The words felt foreign against your tongue and lips, like it was taboo.

You looked around again, seeing the forest of green, dirt underneath you as the wet soil seeped through your trousers. It was quiet, just the sound of wildlife. No cars, no buildings or people. Just... nature.

Was this hell or was this heaven? You couldn't really tell. It looked peaceful, like heaven, but it was like you were alone. You didn't see your parents or other family members who had passed on anywhere.

You pushed yourself up, groaning as your whole body felt like it was bruised to the core.  

Perhaps you’re in a coma, you thought. A really fucked up coma that feels real.

Your belongings were next to you, your phone crushed and destroyed from the lightening.

“Fuck!” You whimpered, knowing you have no way to contact anyone now. “God!”

Bending down to pick up your backpack, you chucked your broken phone into it, slinging it onto your shoulders. Your work uniform and the oversized cardigan you wore barely stopped the cold air from nipping at you, causing your arms and the back of your neck to raise up in bumps.

Sticking to the theory that you were in a coma, you began to walk into the direction that you looked in first, the twigs and brown leaves crunched under your black boots.

Hours had passed. Then days.

You had been in this god-forsaken shit show for three whole days. This must be hell.

Your hair was greasy, matted from dry blood and full of things you didn't even want to think about. Your trousers were torn and ripped from falling over and getting caught on things, your top ripped at the side where a gash laid on your rips, a result of running from something you heard in the night and having a branch slash into the side of you.

You had small cuts on your face along with dirt, making your E/C eyes stand out amongst the rest of you.

You had been living off of leaves and berries you had found, that might you add, some of them had given you the worst sickness you’d ever had. You’d drink from the river you had found, using your water bottle to drink from. Making fires with the lighter you had in the bottom go your bag and dry leaves and twigs.

But it wasn't enough for you, your body couldn't do this anymore. The aches and pains, the hunger and sickness. You wanted to give up.

“C’mon.” You grunted to yourself, using a large stick to drag you forward. You had fallen last night when you had to go to the bathroom, not seeing the roots of a tree and twisted your ankle. You’d often talk to yourself now, seeing as there was no one else around to talk to.

“You can do this! You’re a strong, independent woman!” You said loudly to yourself. “I will not let a fucking coma kill me!” Your voice boomed through the forest.

Snap.

You stopped in your tracks, head turning quickly to where the sound came from.

A woman, in her mid fifties looked at you, fear on her face as she held tightly onto her basket of herbs.

Why was she dressed like that? Was she homeless?

Your head spun was thoughts, you couldn't even put together a sentence. You felt dizzy.

“Help me.” You managed to drool out before hitting the ground, vision going black.

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What’s that smell? Bread?

Your eyes blinked open, but this time you weren't in the forest, you were in a hut or something. A fire burned in the middle of it, a large pot hanging above it with something brewing inside.

Looking down at yourself, you saw your clothes were missing, your body covered in bandages and ointments.

“You’re awake, I see.”

Your turn to look at the woman you saw earlier, grinding something up in a small stone bowl.

“I... Where am I?” You asked, groaning as you used your elbows to sit yourself up slightly. The hut was small, furs of animals all around you and the woman.

“You are in Kattegat, child.”

“How long have I been here for?”

“Two days. I don't know what you’ve been through, but you clearly needed the rest from it all. You’ve been in and out of sleep. The healers been to see you, tended to your cuts and ankle.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing or seeing.

“Healer? Do you mean a doctor?”

The older woman frowned, that word was foreign to her.

She knew there was something strange about the girl sitting in her bed, she knew by the clothes and the belongings she kept in her bag.

“I need to get home, I need to call someone. Do you have a phone? Or a laptop I can use to contact the police?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“I- a laptop? Ph-one? I don't know what you're talking about.”

“A phone! You know, something call... people... on.”  Your words faulted to a stop, as you took a look around the hut again. No electricity. No glass windows. No tv. Nothing.

No. NO, it can't be.

You got up quickly, the only thing on you was your trousers and shoes. Your torso covered in bandages.

“Child! You mustn’t get up so suddenly!” The old woman yelled to you, standing up herself to follow you.

But you didn't listen, you had to see. You had to know.

Walking towards the hut door, you grunted as you threw it open, a low gasp leaving your lips.

There was other huts, a market. Everyone dressed the same.

“Holy fuck.” You whispered.

People close to you turned to look at you, whispering and pointing at how you were dressed.

Your chest heaved under the bandages, your chest felt tighter and heavier.

“Oh god, oh my god. Where the fuck am I?”

Panicking now, you stumbled out of the hut, you couldn't believe this.

Were you in the past? No. No no no.

People around you moved out of the way for you as you tripped and fell to the ground from your swollen ankle taking all of your weight as you walked, earning a small yelp.

“Child!” The old woman called after you, pushing past the crowd of people that circled you. “Come back to the hut, you must rest. This is no place for you to be right now!”

“No, no. I have to get home.” You sobbed, the tears falling down your cheeks. You stood up, pushing yourself past people in the market. “I have to!”

People gasped as you barged them, you thought if you could get back to where you had woken up at a few days ago, you’d somehow be able to get back home.

Your ankle throbbed in pain and the gash on your side began to bleed through the bandages, but you pushed on.

You looked back, seeing the woman still chase after you.

You ran into something hard and sturdy when you turned back around to face ahead, causing you to fall back onto your backside.

“Shit-” you groaned as pain from landing on the hard ground stung your rear end, looking up to see the reason why you fell down so hard.

You half expected to see a wall, or a tree. Instead you saw a man, well, four men staring down at you in confusion.

“I’ve never see a woman fall so quickly for you, brother.” One of the men snickered, bringing a piece of bread up to his mouth to bite into.

“Shut up.” The one with crutches snarled, his blue eyes glaring daggers down to you. “Are you blind, woman? Can’t you see where you’re walking?” He spat at you, he looked at you as if you were shit on the bottom of his shoe.  

“Woman?” You questioned, a slight rage bubbling inside you. How dare he talk to you like that!

You hadn’t noticed that most people had gone quiet, some making comments on how you’re dead for bumping into them, especially into him.

You opened your mouth again to speak but the old woman interrupted you.

“My apologises, my princes. This child is hurt and confused, she meant no harm. Please, forgive her!”

Why was she begging for forgiveness? Princes? These pricks were royalty?

“She can talk, can she not?” The one with crutches questioned her, turning his devilish gaze back to you. “Apologise.”

“No.” You said rather quickly, earning a gasp from the people around. It actually made you worry for a bit, why were they so scared of these people?

“No?” He repeated, slowly, stepping closer to you.

“Can’t you hear as well as I can see?” You said sarcastically, standing up onto your feet again. You wouldn’t let some man talk to you like that. The man with the bread smirked down at you. You had balls.

A rage burned so brightly in his blue eyes that you almost wanted to backdown. But you stood your ground, glaring right back up at him.

“You dare speak back to me?” He started, raising his hand to you.

You almost flinched, but you stayed standing tall. He was intimidating, taller than you by far and you had wondered if he would kill you.

But you had survived three days out in the wild, you refuse to back down to a man who could barely stand.

“Ivar.” A blonde man spoke sternly, grabbing Ivar’s arm. “She’s injured and confused like the woman said, don’t belittle her anymore.”

Ivar stared down at you little longer, contemplating whether he should punish you or listen to his older brother. Lowering his hand, he let out a scoff as he walked off, making sure he pushed past you. A sigh left the lips of the blonde man, looking down at you with gentle eyes.

“Take her back home and make sure she gets her rest.” He said to the old woman before following Ivar into the crowd of people.

“Thank you, my prince Ubbe.” She said as he walked by.  

The rest of the princes followed after, the one who had been eating watched you for a moment, his eyes scanning over your body before walking off.

You came to the realisation that you only had bandages to cover yourself with. Shit.

The old woman took off her fur coat, slinging over your shoulders to shelter you from the cold air.

The old woman held onto you, taking you back into the direction of her hut, shooing people away with her hand that had their prying eyes set on you.

“You’re lucky you were spared, child. You wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of them.”

“Who are they?”

“The princes of Kattegat, sons of Ragnar Lothbrok.” She said.

“Oh.” You said simply. “Is that was this place is called? Kattegat?”

“You really aren't from here, are you?” Her eyes met yours, curiosity and sympathy circled through her brown orbs.

“No... I’m from somewhere far from here.”

“Well, you can stay at my hut until you find your feet and get better. What’s your name, child?”

“Thank you,” you mumbled out. “my name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

[dixxio]

(!!WARNING: OFFENSIVE!!)

A QuackityHQ x CallMeCarson Crossover Fanfic Spectacular

(Quackity Shags CallMeCarson)

"I’m not always called Quackity, I’m not always a duck,

But whenever I see Carson, I’m always willing to fuck.”

Credits: Founders: LinedStorm2: (the one faggot who came up with this fucking idea) subscribe to pewdiepie T-GAY Shetookthekidsagain: (the other faggot who encouraged it) add me on Ig: @homosexual.volcano Writer: Ruhmeel/RuhRuh/The RUH (the dood who recorded and wrote most of it) Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/ruhruh Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/the.moist.ov... Twitter: https://twitter.com/BabyShaqAtk?lang=en Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ruh_meel/?h... Narrator/Artist: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Peachie: (the other one had a yoda impression) shetookthekidsagain Editors: dixxiokat/kat/katana/kataeris: (the shagger who fixed the other faggot’s fuckin mistakes) Shiyen: (Hit the chug jug hit the chug jug uh) Music Composer: Lucky: (the faggot who plays the xylophone in the background) (also the best fucking musician ever) Peons: Lunar: (the faggot who didnt do jack shit) Ayobi: (the faggot who killed our fuckin ears) random train: (the other faggot who didnt do shit) Sans: Sans Megalovania Undertale!!

Chapter 1 : An Unexpected Beginning

Carson’s Perspective

My name is Carson. Yeah, Call me Carson.

It was a lovely day in Afghanistan, my slaves were mining for diamonds in the concentration camp but with the luck that I was having they only found dirt blocks.

Later on I went to the rice field wondering how much rice I would be able to get with a single dirt block. I found a very nice man- errr he was actually a duck but nonetheless he promised he will get me a grain of rice, that’s more than I get in a year! The duck turned to me and asked for my name “Call me carson.” I said, my face was burning up from how shy I was getting. I don’t know why I felt embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Hey nigger! I’m Quackity!” the large duck replied.

”Quackity? That’s...an interesting name.” he didn’t say anything much to my comment instead he left to get me the grain of rice he talked about. Quackity came back with two grains of rice and placed them in the palm of my hand. Our hands brushed against each other, I stood there dumbfounded not sure what to do. When I finally snapped out of it he was gone already

I got home and started playing farmville on twitch, when something caught my eye in chat, a twitch link with the name of the man I met earlier that day, “The duck?”, I wondered.

In this game, I finally met “Quacking” or whatever his name was. I went up to him, but he ignored me. Probably because of all the people that surrounded him during the raid. I just heard chants repeating: “Quack my zacc and bring free trials back” and “Minecraft rules and furries deserve to be gassed”. I gave in and chanted as well. When he ended the raid, I dm’d him on twitter saying that it was fun raiding the servers in Toontown.

Shockingly, he responded! He said, “Oh yeah no problem homie! It was REALLY FUN! Especially with you there!”

“W-what? N-n-n-nani?” I stammered. “Y-you noticed me in the raid?”

“Yeah! You were crazy out there! Getting all wild and shit!”

I blushed furiously, I didn’t even think he would notice me out of all those people!

“W-wow…. Thanks….”

“No problem homie! Hey, I think you’d like to meet my friends, one of them is in the house, and one’s a wild spartan! And anoth-”

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!” I exclaimed, “Don’t worry, I’ll meet them with you buddy.”

“Woah slow down there, I ain’t your buddy yet. What do I look like a faggot?” said the gay homophobe duck.

“I-I’m sorry. Gomenasai~” I muttered softly.

“Ah don’t worry about it, don’t be such a puss next time.”

“Of course sir.”

He then left me on read.

I sighed dreamily and thought to myself, “Wow, he’s such a nice guy.’

End of Chapter 1: An Unexpected Beginning

Chapter 2: Call Me Quackity

Quackity's Perspective

When I got home to my pond that day, I felt, rather strange.

I just met this guy who seemed like a fan of mine, but it felt just more than that.

It felt like, I was supposed to meet him somewhere in my life.

Anyways, I kept thinking about him the whole day

When eating THE bread, terrorizing the neighbors, gassing the jews, and even doing the dishes!

I tried so hard going to sleep, but I just kept tossing and turning.

This guy, who wanted to be called Carson, he felt…

Special…

In an autistic way.

It made me feel strange as well.

There was this tension going on between my legs, that I couldn't resist. This sensation, I've never felt it before, it's as if I enjoyed his company. It's making me blush in my sleep, but I feel as if I got something inside that I have to release…

I have to release this anger somehow, yamate quackity, yamate I imagined.

I woke up in the middle of the night, having dreams about that Carson guy. “This is so sad, Alexa play despacito.”

I knew I needed help, so I called a hotline that helps with personal issues.

It’s more of a free counselor if you think about it through the phone.

I called the number, waiting for an answer.

“Hello you have reached Aihate Gaze tech support how may i help you?” says the Gaze Man.

“Hi! I have this problem regarding this guy that I met from a raid I did, not too long ago.” I said.

“Is that guy a machine sir?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t get to know him that well but he did have the spicy memes.” I responded.

“Well, I would say that you would have to check his ZIP drive, it holds all the secret information there.”

I was confused.

“Wait, what?” I said, confused.

“Yeah. All you gotta do is that you gotta hack into his windows XP computer and look for the files inside the computer by inserting the ‘USB into the tight port’.” he said.

“ALL I HAVE IS A WINDOWS 98!” shouted Quackity, while doing the floss in frustration.

“Well I believe you could find it’s USB port in the rear.” he said.

Rear? I don’t know what he means by rear, but all I know is that we have a rear in ou- oh…

I guess that means we have to stick the USB inside the ‘rear’...

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Gaze.”

“No problem, but you have to leave your credit card number with the numbers in the back alongside the Clash of Clans account name and password for free coins!! Thanos has returned and he needs it to destroy Fortn-”

I hung up before he could say anything else, and I grabbed the nearest USB I had. I knew what I had to do next.

I stuck it into my rear, just as the Gaze man requested.

“yAhOoOoOoOoO~!” I moaned loudly.

I realized I just stuck this USB drive with all my family photos and burger king foot lettuce pictures up my booty hole.

I didn’t care however, all that was on my mind was HIM.

Carson... oh Carson.

“Call me Carson~,” I imagined him saying.

“No Carson, Call me QUACKTITY.” I responded.

I pushed the USB drive further into the bunghole, until it disappeared into the void.

I’ve done it.

My family photos, my burger king foot lettuce pics, my minecraft skins, all of them, are now inside me.

All for this one guy.

I felt it in my stomach, and shockingly enough, I could see it through the bump shaped like a USB shown on my skin.

I touched it, it hurted, but I grabbed it even tighter, and moved it even higher into my stomach!

“Carson, CARSON, CAAAAAAAAAAARSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!! ORE WA OCHINCHIN GA DAISUKI NANDAYO~~!!!!!!”

I moved it up towards my hard nips, then upward to my chest, then my throat, then finally, through the mouth.

I regurgitated the USB that I stuck through my asshole.

That brown, smelly, shit-covered, saliva covered, stomach acid covered USB drive.

All for that one guy I met at a raid.

Thank you Mr. Gaze…

Thank you...

End Of Chapter 2: Call Me Quackity

[digressfromreality]

The Day The Tables Turned

Synopsis: This was PERSONAL. That much was obvious. What does one clown do when a mobster doesn’t learn his place in Gotham’s new criminal hierarchy? Of course, kidnap their life blood, the one that literally means more than the filthy air they breathe. First he isolates her, second manipulates her, third the mutual companionship was completely unexpected. Revenge at its finest.

Original Inspiration: Heath Ledger’s Joker     Part 5 of 6

Warning: SMUT, DEATH, my terrible grammar lol

THE NEW GIRL

Joker could feel the weight against his chest, a soft breathing in his ear. He slowly opened his eyes, the smeared grease paint burrowing into the corner of his sleepily eyes. He welcomed the slight burning of his corneas. It signaled life and relished its brash welcoming. He admired the way that Rose's face was its own imperfect mural. Dried blood dotted the right side of her face like rust flakes falling from the under bellies of rotting metal.

Light black pools of water had bled down the corners of her eyes meeting the cut, making a variety of reds that inked watercolor streaks down her clear face and ultimately blending down into her wavy blonde hair. Giving the white locks a twinge of scarlet ruin. He ran a gloved hand through her snarled hair, tugging at the relentless strands. Rose adjusted to the light pressure, stirring slightly from the sensation. Oh, was he excited to see her jubilant eyes gleam later.

He tried to imagine her reaction, either she would embrace the gift or shy away from it as she had previously done. Today was going to be the day of many firsts, he would be sure of it. Setting up the ambiance would be tricky but merely a minor inconvenience to him. It would bring him and Rose closer to the final step in his idea, his punishment, per say for Maroni. He leaned forward, brushing her untamed hair away from her ear.

"Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey!" He shouted, while he shook her shoulders. Her startled eyes flew open, her heart pounding hard against her chest. "Ha! Gotcha! You haven't made breakfast yet!"

"I don't even know where a kitchen is." Rose yawned out, letting out a sigh to relieve some of her nerves.

"HARLEY!" Joker bellowed out. Rose stared at him confused. Who in the hell was Harley? He delicately took her off his lap, quickly trying to zip up his pants. He smiled devilishly at her.

"Yes Puddin?" A blonde woman came running to the door, she was dressed in a red and black costume. Rose glared at the newest arrival, which did not go unnoticed by Joker.

"Take care of her. In every way possible, understand-da?" He patted her on the head, and she swooned at his gesture.

"Sure thing Mister J. Just how you like it."

"Good. I'll be back later." Joker had plans to make and people to kill before his grand finale.

Rose stared at this latest companion, she hadn't realized that Joker had any female henchmen.

"So who are you?" Rose sat up, trying to fix her dress.

"I'm Mister J's other half of course." Rose stared at the delusional woman. Why would her other half be adamantly fucking another woman, if that was her man?

"Oh." The woman excitedly clapped her hands, and skipped over to Rose.

"So stripped down and let me see what's wrong."

"Are you a doctor?" The woman smiled, standing in saluting position.

"Dr. Harley at your service." She curtsied. "Technically I'm a loony doctor, but if can't beat them, why not join them? Medical training was secondary learning."

"Um, I don't think I'm comfortable with that."

"Well Mister J knows what's best, and it's just us girls." Harley stood up and threw Rose's dress right over her head. "There you go. It's not too bad, I've had worse, I'll fix you right up for Puddin." Before Rose could cover up Harley had skipped back and dragged her towards the bathroom. She had Rose sit up on the counter. It was starting to get cold, she tried to cover her hardening nipples but Harley slapped her hands away. "Do you want the cuts cleaned or not?"

"Yes." Rose let out a sigh, allowing Harley to do what she needed. She still didn't really like the fact she had to be naked for this. Rose's breath hitched, feeling a cloth inch its way up towards her vulva. "What, what are you doing Harley?" With a firm push Harley wiped the sides of her sex. Rose couldn't help but hiss at the contact.

"Like that, don't ya? I had to clean all the grease paint from your cute little body." Harley grabbed her left nipple twisting it back and forth, forgetting the towel, Harley dipped a finger into Rose, surprising her. "I couldn't help but see what the boss man was so interested in, but now, I can't seem to help myself." Rose was trembling, this was different, this was exhilarating.

She had never been touched by a woman like this, would it be similar to be pleased by a guy? She couldn't help but admire Harley's physique as well. Rose pulled at one of Harley's pig tails as she could feel her press another finger into her. "How's about the girls play while the clowns are out?" Rose bit her lip, but nodded her head yes.

"Have you ever had an orgasm from a woman before?" Rose bit her lip again, nodded her head no. Harley chuckled, making Rose's stomach flip. "You'll be in for a real treat doll." Her eyes widened as she watched Harley pull a harness with what it looked a large dildo on the end.

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Rose let out an overwhelming sigh of contentment. Harley giggled and nipped at the sensitive area between her legs, one last time.

"That was different, huh?"

"Yes, but very, very good," Rose wheezed out trying to catch her breath, Harley smirked. She loosened belt, kicking off the strap on. It was slick with Rose's juices. She had fucked her like no woman before her had. She sat up crossing her legs as she watched Rose's ample chest heave up and down.

"Was that enough Puddin?" Harley shouted, Rose looked up at her confused, she only smiled back down at her. The door flew open revealing Joker. He hadn't left like Rose had thought. He was clapping slowly.

"Aww…my favorite girls were getting along so well. It seemed to end too quickly," He watched as Harley shook her head quickly, he turned towards Rose, "she's good at what she does, mhmmm…"

"What the fuck?" They both looked at each other, before smiling at her. Harley giggled, pointing at a blinking light by the door. How did Rose miss that? "Did you put that there before you left?"

"Yes, yes!" Harley shrilly admitted. Joker cupped her chin before turning towards Rose again.

"Did Harley show you the tongue trick? I was already at half-mast before she decided to take you all for herself." Rose stared at Harley in disbelief, but her love-sick eyes were staring at the Joker. Had that whole experience been a show for the Joker, to get his kicks off without needing to do anything?

"This was what exactly? For you to get rocks off watching two girls go at it?" Rose accused, Harley glared for a second before smiling. She gently patted her bare leg.

"No…well no, yes! I couldn't help at getting hard at the display! Watching you two go, it was pretty intoxicating-ah." He laughed, "But this wasn't just for my enjoyment, the guest of honor was plenty…excited to watch his favorite fuck buddy take it from one of my favorites."

"Which is who exactly?" Joker scratched his head, looking over to Harley.

"What was that name again, D…D…Daisy Duke?" Harley giggled covering her mouth, it reminded Rose a bit like a Geisha would. She shook her head, pay attention girl!

"Darius Dodson." Rose went pale, what did they do?

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"Darius, baby!" Rose reached out trying to cradle the dying man, Joker yanked her back by the crook of her arm.

"Ah-ta-tah darling. I didn't say you can touch." Joker turned towards Harley, "That's all doll, lock up behind ya, won't ya?" He winked at her, she smiled skipping happily out of the room.

"You let him go! He's done nothing wrong!" Rose berated at him.

"That's where you are wrong, little flower." Joker laughed, "But we have bigger things happ-ening!" He spun Rose around, she was staring at two screens.

"What the hell is this?" He stood behind her, squeezing her shoulders with delight.

"This my little thorn," Rose could feel him slop a kiss on her neck, "is a project I've been slaving over. You know how to keep things rolling. Do you like it?" She blushed, of course he had filmed her encounter with Harley in real time. He seemed to enjoy taping her way too much in her opinion. The other screen was also time stamped, switching between different public buildings throughout Gotham.

"I'm not sure," His hand covered her mouth, efficiently interrupting her.

"Always so impatient!" His other hand started pushing the volume button on the TV, her pants and noises were loud and proudly heard echoing throughout the room. "Ah, now you'll be able to understand, how you, had orchestrated this latest firework show for the citizens of Gotham!" She watched horrified, as Harley continued…to pleasure her, and when inciting any loud moans from Rose, a building was blown up.

"See? You were the perfect timer!" He turned her around to face her, his eyes gleaming with pure thrill. "I don't know if you caught the end, no, no you did, but yeah…" Rose jumped, hearing a loud explosion. "I just couldn't help myself at the end, I blew up the last five buildings at one!"

"I didn't do that." She said frantically, she had unknowingly blown up half the city. He began to pivot her around excitedly, as if they were dancing.

"Ring around the ROSEY, pocket full of explosives, ashes, ashes, and Gotham falls down!" He sang out as he shoved her to the floor. She toppled down, bumping into Darius's feet.

"Rose?" Darius's baritone voice sounded weak, and forced. She watched as he struggled to breathe. Knives were embedded in various parts of him, keeping him restrained. If he were to move they would more than likely bleed out quickly.

"Darius don't move." She whispered. She turned towards the Joker, who was now keenly glaring down at her hand which was holding Darius's. "Why are you doing this to him?" Joker flipped open a switchblade, slamming it into the hand that was touching Rose's. Darius choked out a cry, having already anticipated the pain. Joker pushed her back.

"Would you be so willing to save him knowing that he sold your father out?" Rose's worry quickly replaced with rage.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? HE'S DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!" She pulled the knife from his hand and slammed it into his neck, pulling out and slamming it in again…and again….and again. Joker stopped her after the fourth time, taking the knife from her.

"Slow down there rage bear, he won't have a neck left to hold his stupid head on. Ha Ha Ha."

"I just want to kill him all over again!" She turned around hanging her arms around Joker's neck, forgetting entirely who the man had sold her father out to. Joker smirked, pressing his body harder into her sobbing one. He could almost swear he heard a hint of laughter in her cries. He almost had her right where he needed her, just one more push.

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OKAY. MEME. I couldn't decide, so I'll leave that to you: 2 for Shiro/Keith or 11 for Shiro/Matt? :D?

(Wondering what this is?  This is the 800 Followers Special!  Find out more here.  Don’t wanna see these because there’s a lot of them coming over the next couple of weeks?  Blacklist ‘800 Followers Special’.  Hate reading on Tumblr?  These will be going on AO3 as ‘This Paradox Place’ a couple of days after posting.)

hey, i’m liking your photos at 2am because i want to make out.  i’m texting you at noon because i want to make out.  i woke up today because i (we don’t need words)

This was getting desperate.

Matt didn’t know what else to do.

He’d tried everything in the book.  Matt sent Shiro little messages at all hours, especially during the non-emergency times when he knew Shiro was wearing his helmet, and wouldn’t be able to resist reading them.  He took photos of them all the time, and he sent the good ones to Shiro in the middle of the night, always with a caption.  He bumped their shoulders together, hung onto Shiro’s arms, rested his chin on Shiro’s shoulder (when he could reach).  He sat next to him whenever there was space, and occasionally when there wasn’t.

Matt had thrown in every ‘I want to make out with your stupid, gorgeous face’ signal he knew.  And Shiro was still painfully oblivious.

It didn’t help that Matt had nearly always done this with Shiro, because he’d always wanted to kiss his stupid face.  Even back when he’d wanted to punch it first.

Except now it wasn’t just them and Dad.  Now they had an audience.  One that seemed to have no better entertainment than mocking Matt’s game.

Given that the audience included Lance, that was pretty galling.

Watching Shiro walk out of the room, following a call to go over plans with Allura, Matt groaned and flopped sideways against the couch armrest.  Because he was a glutton for punishment, he cupped one hand to his mouth to call after him.  “Hate it when you leave, but I love watching you go, Shirogane!”

Shiro’s response was to laugh and flip him off without looking back. A moment later, he was gone.

Immediately, there were snickers from Matt’s personal paladin peanut gallery.

“I like that one,” Lance told him, and Matt refused to turn around and see his smirk.  “But your delivery might need work.”

Scowling at the empty doorway, Matt sighed.  “My delivery is awesome.  Screw you.”

A hand patted him on the shoulder, and Matt turned around to frown at his sister.  “Hey, it’s not all bad,” she told him, expression far too solemn to be real.  “You’re teaching us a valuable lesson about how not to ask someone out.”

Grabbing a pillow, Matt tried to jam it into Katie’s face.  But her training kicked in, and she held on and ripped it out of his hand before he could manage, smacking him instead.

Nothing in the universe could go right for Matt Holt, apparently.

Other than not being in alien custody anymore.  Whatever.  Small potatoes.  

“You might need to switch it up,” Hunk agreed, not even trying to disguise the laugh in his voice.  “Just a bit.”

Matt threw up his hands.  “What else am I supposed to do, here?  I’m doing everything!”

“You could try actually talking to him,” Hunk shot back, brows up.  “I mean, that’s technically an option.  People sometimes tell other people facts about their feelings.”

Crinkling his nose, Matt shuddered.  “That sounds made up.  I don’t like it.”

“And this is why you’re hopeless,” Katie declared.

Lance tapped his chin, eyeing Matt from over Katie’s head.  “What if we dared you?”

Staring back, Matt squinted at him.  “What am I, six?”

“Well, twelve, guessing by your flirting prowess.”

“Shut up, Katie.  If I’m twelve then you’re in elementary school.”

Keith sighed, loudly enough that Matt looked away from the escalating argument.  Which was good, because Katie was still holding onto that pillow and looked like she wanted to use it.  “You’re never going to get anywhere like that.  You want to know how other people got into bed with Shiro?  Because they went up and said ‘I want to sleep with you’.”

Lance scoffed.  “How do you know that?  You were just as surprised as we were with the smuggler chick.”

Glancing at Lance like he was being slow, Keith tilted his head.  “I asked.  And he told me.”

“You asked how he got laid?” Hunk repeated.  

Keith shook his head.  “No, I asked about what he used to do at those towns.  So he told me about some times.”

“That’s nice, but I can’t just do that,” Matt pointed out.  

“Why not?” Keith replied, desert dry.

Matt scrubbed over his face.  “Because-”

Because the idea made him want to bash his head into a wall.  Because even imagining it made his face heat up.  Sure, he could flirt and shove his feet into Shiro’s lap and demand to be carried, but all those were easy.  Matt could turn them into jokes.  They were jokes.

That way, if Shiro ever was uncomfortable, Matt could just laugh through it, wave it off, and nothing would change.

Matt never wanted to back track.  They’d come too far.

“Matt,” Katie murmured, soft and sincere. The difference was enough to make him startle and pick his head up.  “Talk to him, okay?  It’s not just him that’s missing signs.”

Scowling, Matt bristled.  That sounded like pity.  “I wasn’t aware that laughing me off meant ‘take me in a manly fashion.’”

“Well, you are unwed,” Hunk murmured, because he was consistently The Best in Matt’s book.

“He opens all your weird messages,” Keith pointed out.  “Even during training.  We’ll be in the middle of an exercise and he starts snickering.  He doesn’t do that for anyone else.”

Lance nodded.  “He has all those caption pictures on his console.  I’ve seen him going through them.”

“He lets you drape yourself over him like a romance novel heroine,” Katie added.  “Which, for the record?  Horrifically embarrassing.”

Heh.

Tapping his fingers, Matt considered them all.  The looked serious.  They sounded serious.  Matt and Shiro having a falling out would hit all of them too, since they all lived in the same small (relatively) space, so it wasn’t worth it to fuck him over.

Maybe.

“Think about it,” Hunk offered.  “Because something’s going to give anyway.”

“It’s been fun watching, but it does get a little old.  Like those will-they-won’t-they TV shows.  Obviously you should, you just won’t.” Lance added.

Matt crinkled his nose.  That stung.  He didn’t want to be like a bad, drawn out TV romance.

“I’ll think about it.  I have to figure out what to say.”

Keith snorted.  “Doesn’t really matter.  Just be blunt.  It’s the only way, when he has an idea in his head.”

....Words didn’t matter, eh?

Hm.

Later, when Matt had Shiro pressed against a wall, with Shiro enthusiastically matching every lick and nip, he reminded himself to thank Keith for his great advice.