#oh my god I'm so overwhelmed i want to curl up in a ball and die

[hairtusk]

I'm one more minor inconvenience away from an actual, fully-fledged nervous breakdown

[seventeenpins]

nightly

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader word count: 1k summary: Joel is a mistake you just keep making. content/warnings: no specified Joel era so take your pick, dirty talk, literally all just smut, big dick, daddy kink, breeding kink, dubcon undertones, Joel is an asshole a/n: I have been struggling to focus on writing for a minute now, but the horny gods smiled upon me and let me get this together. Praise be to @ozarkthedog for always letting me run my godforsaken ideas past you. Love you lots 💕

You can feel the wet spot on the bed against your back. Joel has you folded like a pretzel, backs of your knees resting on his sun-freckled shoulders, wrists pinned above your head and ass suspended in the air as he drills into you. A single curl bounces at his temple, separate from the rest of his hair that's plastered with sweat to his forehead.

If you make the same mistake five days in a row, can you really still call it a mistake?

He's far too old for you, and a little too mean for you, but damned if he isn't the best lay you've ever had.

Eight inches, uncut, a dick so fucking fat you can barely wrap your hand around it. You can hardly believe he's buried balls deep in you right now. That your body can even take it.

"C'mon, honey, that's it-" Joel's voice is a growl, punctuated by heavy panting, "This pretty lil gash is fuckin' droolin' baby, my own personal slip 'n slide-"

"You're a crass old man," you whine.

"I sure am, honey," he agrees with a grin, "But don't think I can't feel the way you soak me whenever I talk crass, sweetheart."

"I hate you."

He laughs, and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple and along the curve of his nose, splashing onto your cheek. Unthinkingly, you dart your tongue out to catch some of the sweat. Joel's grin turns to a smirk.

"Hate me all you like. You're the one who's come over every night this fuckin' week. Monday through Friday, baby. Hate me so much you can't get enough of daddy's big dick, huh?"

"Fuck you, you're such an asshole-"

This jab is even less effective, punctuated with a moan and a whimper.

"Sure, sweetheart, I am. But don't pretend like we don't both know--you don't have to come here at all."

He grinds against you, coarse hair rubbing against your mound as if to further his point. Pressure hits your clit just right and it's bliss. You have to fully restrain yourself to stop from howling, and even then, you let out a ragged moan.

Joel clamps a hand over your mouth and looks you dead in the eyes.

"I love those pretty sounds, baby, but remember I got neighbors? Thought you said you'd die before anyone finds out about us."

You try to roll your eyes, but he thrusts again and you're caught in another moan. The glide of his body against your clit, especially when he's stretching you out so exquisitely? It's overwhelming. You try to stay quiet, you really do.

It's not your fault though, not when Joel's fucking you silly.

Now, though, he's frustrated.

"Quiet now, settle-"

"I'm not a fucking dog, Joel, I- ahhh-" you mumble and moan between his fingers, barely muffled at all.

"Oh really? Not a fucking dog? Wanna tell me then why you're tryna get bred like a bitch in heat?"

He smacks your cheek, drawing out another pathetic whine that only seems to cement his point.

He sneers. "Those pretty lil noises you're makin' for me? That don't sound like a good girl. That sounds to me like a nasty fuckin' slut who can't help but keep her legs spread so her daddy can fill her up good. Huh? C'mon baby. Tell me to cum inside."

"Fuck you Joel."

Suddenly, cruelly, he stops. Ceases any movement. Relaxes the grip on your wrists.

Panic overtakes you.

"What the fuck-?"

"Sorry sweetheart," he shakes his head, "You don't want this? You can see yourself out."

"No, I-"

You notice he's still sheathed inside you. You feel him do something, flexing his dick inside of you. Frankly, it's cheating.

"Please don't stop."

"What was that, honey?"

"Joooeeel-"

"Quit your whinin', use your words."

"Please fuck me."

"That ain't it, you know whatcha gotta say."

He starts rocking his hips gently, a slippery glide. It's not enough to stimulate. Just enough to make you want more. Need more.

The way you clench around him tells on yourself more starkly than your words ever could.

He's grinning again. "That's it, baby. You ready to admit what you need?"

"Come on, Joel."

"Cum where?"

You sigh. But you know you aren't gonna hold out any longer. He's pressing his thumb just above your clit and the glide of the motion is so fucking delicious it's hard not to buck against it.

Rut against it.

A bitch in heat.

"Fuck me, daddy-" you whine.

"You sound real pretty beggin'. Nearly got it honey. One more try?"

"Cum inside me."

"Mmmmm-" Joel groans, and the grip on your wrists tightens again. "Music to my ears, honey. Tell me where you want it?"

"Inside me, cum inside-"

"You want me to cum inside this lovely lil' pussy?"

"Please Joel-"

"That right?"

"Please cum in me, fill me up, fuck it deep-"

With that, his composure breaks and any restraint he had crumbles. Folds you deeper, fucks you deeper, pins you down and jackhammers into you.

You couldn't move, even if you wanted to, and that knowledge somehow heightens everything. It's blindingly bright, dizzyingly addictive. You barely notice the way Joel's lavishing you with praise, each deep thrust punctuated with good girl, good girl, good fucking girl-

When you cum, you feel the way his balls tighten as if in response, tipping over the edge mere moments after you. It could be romantic, finding yourselves cumming together, if there was any romance between you.

As you start to fade back down, you're able to pay attention again.

"That's it," he's praising you, and you realise his cock is still pulsing. You make to start moving, but he growls and holds you still. "That's right, sweetheart. Gotta let me fill you all the way up. Gonna make sure it takes."

Clarity starts to overtake you and you know that you've made a big fucking mistake. By the time you've come back to yourself, though, your pussy's flooded and pulsing oh so nicely, and Joel's pulling out of you. He moves into the other room and you hear him turn on the shower.

"You can let yourself out," he calls to you. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Your panties are sticky the whole way home.

[arminsumi]

🔞 MDNI/18+

warnings : smut, not proofread, breeding kink, daddy kink, p*ssy drunk Gojo, creampie, unprotected sex, begging, whiny/sub-ish Gojo, deep penetration/cervix mention, multiple rounds, nicknames, dirty talk, some breastplay/smacking

i had a vision! 🥴💦

gojo satoru gets so pussy drunk sometimes that he whimpers like a bitch while driving his fat heavy cock in and out of your pussy and he starts begging for you to turn him into a daddy — bla bla bla give him a baby, please let him fertilize you! he promises his cum is potent! 🥺 when he's so deep inside you his brain goes blank n all he can think about is pussy and breeding. his tip is squished and squeezed so tight, he sputters dumbly and rolls back his eyes and shudders and curls his toes and just keeps fucking your cunt with no breaks. your pussy always hits him like a dope rush and he's addicted. he squeezes n gropes your breasts and smacks 'em a little when he gets lost in the feeling, loving how they jiggle. your breasts under his huge hands is a sight that drives him nuts. oh he can just envision them swelling with milk when you're pregnant with his baby. how many times have you cum? he keeps a mental tally: /// // "yes baby cum again. don't think. we don't n-needa think we just needa fuckkk~ yeah god go dumb on my dick like i'm dumb on your pussy, baby. rub that lil' clit faster. get dumber for me." and the more your pussy milks his throbbing cock, the closer he gets to cumming, he gasps so dramatically "m close m close baby! let me knock up this fuckin' pussy please! i'll take care of you j-jus' have my babies — make me a daddy. can you do that for me? t-take daddy's creampie 'n get pregnant like a good girl?" and when you give him that fucked out nod of approval and whimper for him to cum inside, he thrusts hard and fast till his cockhead kisses your cervix — he cums such a fat milky load, it pours out as three sticky pumps. damn he wishes he had an internal view, you must have been so full of his seed. satoru gasps and writhes from his intense orgasm. your pussy overwhelms his sensitive cock, clinging and contracting around him like it wants to milk him for all he's worth. you can smell his pungent cum spill out and feel it run down your slit. his balls are sticking to your ass from the hot sweat, and he just stays bottomed out inside you for a while. panting heavily. totally enamoured. so dumb from creampieing you and givin' ya his babies that he gets hard in no time and starts thrusting again. his sticky, fat balls slap against your ass loudly. he foams n froths his creampie and stuffs another one and another one deep inside. "no way you're not gettin' knocked up, doll." he smirks drunkenly after draining himself into your pussy. "i can feel how fuckin' full you are w-with my cum." oh and it sounds so sloppy when he slides his cock out your tired hole. he praisingly taps his hand on your pussy right over your puffy clit which you've been rubbing all night. "that's daddy's pussy, isn't it baby? yeah? is that pussy gonna get pregnant for me?" your cute nod makes him grin, "aw, good girl. your pussy's such a good girl."

[bonkwosher]

Ho could you do a joel x reader where maybe tess is jealous. And maybe that we get close to ellie ?

A/N: I just got caught up on the show for this... Bill & Frank- I need a hug, they are so precious. Anyways, yes, this. I'm not hung up on anything /j /lh

Pairings: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Contains: Jealous Tess (obviously), Bill & Frank (CRY ABOUT IT), family member death, implied age gap (10ish years), only one bed? lmao, reader gets injured

2009, Six years after the apocalypse started

You were in your late-20s when you wound up lost & alone. Your dad was a conspiracy theorist before the outbreak & he kept you safe. You lived in a bunker in the middle of some random forest. Everything was fine, you were as happy as one could be in a zombie-infested world. Well... you were until your dad didn't come back from hunting. After a week, you went outside. The color assortment that filled your vision had you borderline overwhelmed. While taking in the view, a guttural sound hits your ears. You turned to see your father, infected & staring at you like a starving predator.

"No," you muttered, there was no way he could've been bit, right?

Your denial was ripped from your body when he began to run at you. You screamed & sprinted off, out of the forest. As you ran, a fence slowly came into view. Safety? You beelined towards your possible safe haven, barely taking note of the tripwire on the floor. At the last second, you jumped over it & kept running. You continued running until a gunshot went off. you quickly stopped & raised your hands above your head.

"I'm not infected!" You yelled, gulping & closing your eyes.

The fact that the sounds of your assailant had stopped made you turn your head. Your father, or what was left of him, lay dead on the floor. A bullet hole on either side of his head.

"It's just a stray infected, Frank!" Bill shouted from behind you.

No sudden movements, they'll shoot, "I'm not infected! Please, I need help."

"Turn around!"

You turned slowly to face the man. He was tall, 50s maybe older, the more important detail was the large gun pointed at your head.

"That's a hunting rifle, my father loved to hunt," you tried to find common ground.

"Where is he now?"

You nodded behind you. Bill slowly leaned to the side to look past you & kept a poker face, his boyfriend did not, "You poor thing."

"How are you alive when he's...?" Bill trailed off.

"My father was a prepper, I just got home from college graduation the day that things went to shit. This is my first time seeing a color other than gray in years."

"When did you last eat?" Frank yelled from behind the fence.

"Five days ago."

"Oh my god, Bill, let them in!"

Bill seemed very upset, "Hold your horses. You, stand still & keep your arms in the air."

Bill pulled out a cordyceps scanner & held it to your head. You know you weren't bit but you still were afraid it would show red. The device beeped & Bill gave it a cursory glance before nodding towards the gate. You two walked back & into the gated town.

Frank directed you to the shower & laid you out some of their clothes for the meantime (They totally take you to the boutique later). As much as Bill wants to kick you out immediately, Frank convinces him otherwise. You eat a meal & cannot stop completing Bill's cooking. As soon as you finish, Frank asks you to sit on the couch while he talks to Bill.

"We have to let them stay, they're practically a child!" Frank whispered.

"No, absolutely not. We do not have to do anything to help them."

"Okay, Bill. We don't need to. I- I want to," Frank hesitated with his words, knowing no matter what, he'd upset his boyfriend.

"They could hurt us."

"They don't want to!"

"You don't know that!"

Frank grabbed Bill's arm & led him into the living room. You were curled up in a ball & fast asleep. Bill's eyes softened for a moment, he knew he wouldn't win this argument.

Bill was cold around you initially, but he grew to care for you. Frank, on the other hand, practically babied you. He wanted to do everything for &/or with you. He would style you, go on runs with you, teach you how to garden & paint, whatever made you happy. You quickly became something like his own child. You tried your best to learn from Bill, thinking it would allow you to be closer. Boy, were you right. When you asked him to teach you how to hunt he wanted to sign the adoption papers right there (if there were any). Although you were a full-grown adult, it became an unspoken thing that you were their child. You thought you wouldn't see another human until one day you heard your fathers fighting outside.

"Well, I've been talking to a nice woman on the radio!" Frank yelled (I'm too tired to find the exact lines).

There was a pause, "YOU WHAT?!"

Within a couple days, visitors appeared at your gate. The three of you walked up to the gate, all dressed nicely. The only thing that reminded you that you were in the apocalypse was the fact that a gun rested at your hip & another was pointed by Bill, right at the visitors.

"Please put the gun down, Bill."

"It's me, Tess! I brought my friend Joel like I said!" The woman yelled.

You became distracted by the man for a second. He was tall & dressed in a nice brown jacket & jeans, a gun holstered on his hip as well. He's smart. Frank let the two in & scanned them to keep Bill sane.

"They're healthy, Bill!" Frank turned to you, "Y/N, take Joel to get some vegetables for lunch. It'll make cooking lunch easier for your father. I'm going to show Tess around."

"Alright," you spoke quickly, desperately trying to hide the fact that hanging out with this handsome stranger excited you.

Joel gave you a soft smile as he walked towards you. Unbeknownst to you, Tess saw your cheeks flush as you looked up at her friend. She gave an unseen glare in your direction before Frank whisked her away for a tour. You lead Joel to the main garden, filled with vegetables.

"So... they're your fathers?" Joel tried to start a conversation.

"Well, you know, not biologically. They took me in last year & kind of... adopted me."

"Aren't you an adult?"

"Twenty-nine, yes. I don't care, it's nice to have a family in these times."

"I guess you're right."

You two knelt down next to the garden to pick some carrots.

"Is Tess your...?" You began, seeing if you even had a chance.

"It's complicated, I guess, no."

"Oh, I'm sorry to pry."

You both reached for the same carrot & you grabbed Joel's hand on accident. You jumped & apologized profusely.

"Hey, Y/N, it's okay," hearing his deep, southern voice say your name sent chills down your spine.

"We- We should pick some lettuce or something, I don't know."

"You don't have a list?"

"No."

"Lettuce it is."

The two of you picked vegetables for a while longer & Joel offered to carry everything back for you. Arguably, a good thing for two reasons. One, you didn't have to waste your strength. Two, you ended up falling flat on your face & not one vegetable was harmed. Your leg caught on a root of an overgrown tree & you hit your head on the sidewalk. Your consciousness level was unstable at best, Joel set the vegetables down & picked you up.

"Bill! We need some bandages!"

Joel opened the door & brought you into the dining room, setting you down in a chair. Bill entered the room & saw you hurt.

"What happened?!"

"They fell while we were walking, hit their head on concrete."

Joel lightly pressed a towel to your forehead, "We're lucky, no broken skull. Can you get some bandages?"

Bill left & returned with a first aid kit & pulled out some rubbing alcohol, pouring a little onto your cut. You winced & Joel's hand darted to yours, offering you comfort through reassuring squeezes. The two men wrapped your head in some bandages & brought you random snacks.

"Feeling any better?" Joel was still holding your hand.

"Yes, thank you. I'm such a klutz sometimes."

"Well then, I think I need to come back more often to make sure you don't hurt yourself," Joel gave you a small smile before looking down at your hand.

Tess & Frank walked through the front door talking about possible trades. Tess had picked up the basket of vegetables that you two had left behind.

Frank noticed you in the kitchen & rushed to your side, holding your face with both hands, "Y/N, what happened?"

"I'm fine, I just tripped again. Joel bandaged me up & stopped the bleeding," You spoke softly & gave Joel's hand a squeeze to say 'thank you.'

"Thank you, Joel, you don't even know how much this means to me," Frank stood up & took the vegetables from Tess before heading to the kitchen, "Keep them safe, I'm going to help Bill in the kitchen."

Tess looked down at your & Joel's hands then held eye contact with Joel. She directed a glare at her friend. Joel looked at the floor & quickly pulled his hand from yours. You looked over at Joel only for him to stand up & walk towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to see if they need help in there."

With that, you were left alone with Tess. She seemed nice, but you managed to miss all her looks & just thought something was up with Joel.

"Joel & I are together," Tess finally broke the silence, crossing her arms.

Well, now you didn't want to be a home wrecker, "Good for you two."

"Get the hint, kid. It means back off."

"I'm not a kid."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Joel is at least ten years older than you. You're practically a baby."

You paused to figure out how to word this, "Look... I don't want to cause any problems. Joel told me there was nothing going on between you two. Plus, we met maybe half an hour ago, nothing was happening."

Tess dignified your response with a nod before sitting down. You two sat in silence for a moment. You heard a lot of metal clinking coming from the kitchen.

"Y/N! Come help Joel!" Frank yelled.

You entered the kitchen to see Joel on his knees picking up a pile of utensils. How did he manage this?! You knelt down beside Joel & began picking up all the utensils. Once they were collected, you handed them to Bill & Frank to wash. They, in turn, trusted you two to bring out the plates & glasses.

"Don't drop them this time, Joel," Frank teased.

The two of you walked outside & began setting the table. Tess sat on the porch & watched you.

"How'd you end up dropping everything, that looked like you emptied the whole drawer," you laughed.

"Your father, Frank, stepped away from the sink at just the right time to bump into me as I was heading outside with everything."

"Well, maybe you need me to make sure you don't hurt yourself either," you teased, giving him a light jab to the arm.

Joel looked down & smiled, "Yeah, maybe I do."

"Joel! Come over here, I need to talk to you about the trade deal we're making!" You two finally noticed Tess on the porch.

Joel gave you a soft smile, maybe saying he was sorry to leave again, & ran off toward Tess.

Joel & Tess chatted on the porch while you finished setting the table. Every time Joel would unknowingly turn his attention to you, Tess would do her best to pull his attention back. She was growing annoyed each time you'd walk by, drawing his eyes to you. Still believing the two of them were in a relationship, you resisted the urge to touch his arm or pat his head as you walked by each time, simply to remind him you were there. Not like he needed you to remind him anyways, he was doing pretty good at that by himself.

Lunch was short, Bill kept a gun pointed at Joel for a while, much to your & Frank's chagrin. Frank decided to show Tess something & left you with Joel & Bill. You continued to eat your food as the two of them spoke.

"If my," Joel paused & looked at you, "If I had a partner that did this, I'd be upset too."

You were genuinely confused & hiding it didn't even come to mind. Joel placed his hand on your arm, pulling your focus back to him.

"Something on your mind?" He chuckled.

I shouldn't bring it up, "It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Frank had decided it was too late to let your visitors return home, they had to stay the night. After dinner, you took the dishes & began washing them. You could hear the conversation, even with the door closed.

"Alright, Y/N can share their bed with one person, the other can have the couch in the living room."

Joel practically jumped the gun but did his best not to sound excited, "I can share the bed with Y/N."

Tess looked shocked. Frank looked at Bill with a knowing smile.

"I-I mean, I'm too tall for that couch. It would be uncomfortable. Tess would fit, right Tess?"

"Yeah, you're right."

You walked back into the dining room & Frank asked you to show Joel to your room. You avoided eye contact with Tess & walked toward your room, the only thing implying Joel was following you was the sound of heavy footsteps. You arrived & opened the door, allowing Joel to walk in first. He silently admired your room while you hopped onto your bed. It was getting late so you were already on the verge of knocking out.

"Ready for bed?" You asked with a yawn.

"Just about," Joel spoke as he saw you bury yourself in the covers.

"It can get pretty cold in here at night, but maybe with the two of us it'll be tolerable."

Joel took off his shoes & climbed into bed next to you. Your comforters were softer than he'd felt in years.

"Oh my god, this is so much better than the QZ," Joel turned to face you & the reality of the situation hit you like a truck.

Your face was extremely red now. You were sharing a bed with this stranger you just met, who may or may not be in a relationship, & you have a huge crush on him. His face was close enough to the point where you could feel his breath.

"Are you & Tess together?" You felt like a broken record.

"You already asked that," Joel chuckled, pulling more of the blanket on top of him.

"Well, Tess said you were together."

"I guess, together in the sense that we came here together (This himbo lmao), but we aren't dating."

"Oh, she seemed upset when she saw us holding hands."

Joel let out a huff, "Alright, Tess & I... we had a thing. I don't know, but it's over now. It does feel weird trying to flirt with attractive strangers in front of her."

Joel looked up with a small smirk, as if you could become any redder.

"You- Wait, you were flirting with me?"

"Maybe a little," he teased.

"I like you, Joel."

Joel placed wrapped a hand around your waist & pulled you close, "I like you too, Y/N."

Joel looked down at your lips then back to your eyes. You seemed to finally catch on & nodded, bringing another small smile to Joel's face. He closed the gap between you two.

A/N: Not my best work but I'll edit it at some point. I forgot about the Ellie bit but I can make a part two or another one-shot. Tada!

[hbyrde36]

STWG Drabble 9/19/23

Prompt: “We’re not family”

“We’re not family!” Dustin spit the words in Steve’s face, looming over his hospital bed with a scowl.

Steve's heart sank. Oh no, not Dustin too. “But, you said I was like a brother to you.”

“Maybe at one point you were, but then you let Eddie die. How could you possibly think things could ever be the same after that?”

Had he done that? Was Eddie dead, and was it somehow his fault? He couldn’t remember, it must have been the pain meds clouding his mind. No wonder the kid was so upset.

“I’m sorry, Dustin, I'm so sorry. You know I would have done anything to save him if I could have. Please, you have to know that.” Steve begged. He had so few people in his life that really cared about him, and his heart was breaking at the thought that he’d ruined things with his pseudo little brother. He’d already been disowned by his parents after he didn’t get into college, what more could he take?

“You know what I think?” Dustin began, with a most unpleasant smile on his face. “I think you wanted him to die. I think you were so jealous of him, so afraid that he was going to take me away from ,that you’d do anything to get him out of the picture.”

“No, NO! That’s not true. I liked Eddie! I cared about him! I swear! Why would you…why are you saying these things to me?” Steve cried.

Dustin scoffed. “You're lucky I'm even standing here right now. What good are you to me like this? To us? Bedridden and broken. You can’t even protect these kids you supposedly love now. You’re worthless, Steve. Might as well throw in the towel.”

Steve tried desperately not to fall apart, but what reason did he have to hold himself together now if even Dustin didn't want anything to do with him anymore?

That’s when he heard a familiar voice start screaming his name in the distance. Nancy. She was calling out to him but it sounded like she was a million miles away. Suddenly, he realized that nothing around him made sense. He shouldn’t be in the hospital, and what had Dustin just said about Eddie? Eddie was fine the last time Steve saw him, not ten minutes ago! The last thing he remembered was climbing the stairs to the attic in the Creel house. Robin had just tripped over a vine, he was trying to get to her to help when another one had wrapped itself around his throat. 

“You know she’s only trying to save you out of guilt, Steve. She doesn’t love you, she doesn’t even like you.” Dustin-not-Dustin said, his voice dropping lower with every word spoken. 

Vecna.

Steve jumped out of the bed on the opposite side and ran for the door. He threw it open and sprinted down the hall. The hospital was a ghost town, which he figured made sense considering none of this was real. 

He looked around as he ran, desperate to find a way out. Max had described a portal opening up when she’d escaped Vecna’s clutches in the graveyard, but she’d had the music to guide her then. He knew neither he, Robin, or Nancy had brought a walkman with them into the Upside-Down. 

He kept running anyway, desperate to get as much space between himself and Vecna as possible while he tried to think. He wondered what had happened with Max. Had he not taken the bait, or was Max… already dead? 

The thought made him want to give up. To just lie down on the floor, curl up in a little ball, and let that bastard take him too, but Robin would never forgive him if he gave up now. He pushed on, rushing past empty room, after empty room, finding nothing helpful or useful.

The feeling of hopelessness became overwhelming but just when he was again considering admitting defeat, the world around him dissolved and he was plunged into darkness. 

He woke with a gasp in Robin’s arms. She was rocking him, tears spilling down her face.

“Oh my god, Steve, you’re back!” She cried, squeezing him tightly.

“Where’s Nance?” He asked.

“She’s up in the attic finishing Vecna off. When we couldn’t wake you, we went up there to start the attack, hoping it would force him to let you go. Nancy thinks he was trying to get you and Max at the same time, and it left him too distracted and vulnerable. We got him Steve, it’s over.”

He sagged in relief. Vecna was dead. He was okay, it sounded like Max probably was too. That’s when he remembered what Dustin/Vecna had said about Eddie, and his blood ran cold.

Steve pushed himself out of Robin’s arms and to his feet, quickly grabbing his axe from where it had fallen. He flew down the stairs taking them two at a time and praying he wasn’t too late.

“Where are you going?” Robin shouted at his back.

He paused for only a second to explain. “I think Eddie and Dustin are in trouble, wait here for Nance and meet me back at the trailer!”

-

He found Eddie kneeling on the ground surrounded by dozens of dead demobats. His spear and shield had been tossed to the ground. He was breathing heavily, hands pressed tightly to a wound on his side. He was hurt, he was bleeding, but he was alive. 

Steve started stripping out of his jacket as he approached. He tugged the t-shirt over his head and ripped it, trying to create bandages the same way Nancy had. 

Eddie stared up at him with wide eyes. “Am I dead?”

“No.”

Steve pulled Eddie's hands away from the wound and pulled the shirt up so he could get a better look at it. It was pretty bad, but it wasn’t gushing. If they wrapped it tight, and got him to a hospital quickly, Eddie would be just fine. 

“Are you sure? Because the way you just stripped out of those clothes for me is definitely making me feel like I've died and gone to heaven, big boy.”

Steve blushed hard. It was just the blood-loss, he reasoned. Eddie didn’t know what he was saying, so he ignored it.

“You’re gonna be fine, Eddie. Hold that shirt up for me so I can wrap this.”

Eddie did as he was asked, but his gaze never wavered from Steve’s chest. He was pretty sure he even caught the other boy licking his lips at one point, and it definitely didn’t cause warmth to start pooling in his stomach. 

Steve fought hard to concentrate on his work, but he had a feeling that as soon as this was over he was going to need an emergency bathroom floor meeting with Robin.

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, fem!reader, dom!Remus, possessiveness, praise kink (kinda), missionary p in v, marking up, overatimulation, teasing with dirty talk, no use of protection WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT...

The sound of rain splattering in the windows was a calming sound that would have lulled the young couple was it not for their late-night activities. The sky,even with the storm, was clear; the stars were shining under the harsh light of the almost full moon. But that calm environment went unnoticed since Remus had other things in mind.

Moans and grunts filled the room along with a skin-slapping sound that was extremely persistent and hadn't stopped since he threw her in the bed and discarded all their clothes. He always got like this whenever the full moon was close. Who was she to complain? Her werewolf boyfriend, that has a crazy sex drive, wants to fuck her all night long, making her cum as many times as possible until she is senseless and can't think straight? Fine by me.

Her legs were resting against his shoulders and drew closer to her chest every time he moved. Her body was moving upwards as he thrust hard into her and the only thing that seemed to hold her in place was the bruising grip that was applied to her hips. She was on cloud nine. Her head was thrown back from all the pleasure she was receiving. Her thighs were burning and rubbing perfectly against her overly sensitive breasts that have been thoroughly marked and teased, her pussy by now had to be puffy, red and oh so sensitive as both their releases ran down to her bum and collected there to a white puddle.

The sheets were rumpled underneath her from the force that the young man fucked her and from how she fisted her hands when she was so overwhelmed and didn't know what else to do.

"God, you're gorgeous, can't wait to see how beautiful you will look when I am done with you. I will fill you to the hilt and you will be sore everywhere. You will have an imprint of my balls in your clit from how hard I am fucking you. Hiding these perfect tits behind your bras will be such a pain from how much attention I paid to them. Hickeys will cover your body for so many days because … you … are … mine." Remus mumbled as his face closed in on hers as he emphasized each word and delivered them with a new kind of force behind them. Straining to talk with all the overstimulation he had caused both himself and her.

The only response he got was gasps and breathless moans. His name was officially a new chant on her swollen red lips. "You like that don't you? When I get possessive." The clench that he got around his deeply buried cock was the perfect answer. "I fucked you good, haven't I? You can't think, can't speak,huh? But you are a good girl, aren't you? My good girl."

"Yes" was softly spoken and was nothing else but a drawn-out moan.

"Who's fucking you brainless?"

"You"

"Scream my name sweetheart. I want everyone to know who you belong to. And who gets you to themselves? Say it, my love. Please at the top of your lungs."

"Remmy" sounded in a pleading voice. He harshly lifted himself and lowered her legs to his waist. "Wrong answer dovey but that's OK, you will get it this time right" he said as he entered her in a fluid motion. Hitting one perfect spot after the other, making her see stars.

"Remus" she screamed in a toe-curling way. Her back arched so hard and was pushed down on the mattress when a dominant hand pressed in her lower stomach.

"That's more like it." He whispered in her ear and started fucking her into the mattress, so hard that even the bed springs groaned. "Hands on headboard and eyes open love" he commanded and she complied without a second thought.

"Oh, God. Ahh y-yes. I am so close." She had lost count of how many times she went over the edge, she should have been drained and had nothing else to offer. "Let go, sweetheart. I'm right here."

The orgasm she reached on command to his words was mind blinding and when she started gaining back her senses he was still going, more sloppily this time though. He had slightly lifted her as previous releases still exited her and had cupped her ass, scratching it barely.

"I am-" he stuttered. She threw her heavy arms around him with her sheer willpower and one reached his tightly clenched ass. He was holding back. She said in a so hoarse and just above a whisper voice the one thing that would make him come undone in seconds "I'm yours. You're mine".

His head buried in her shoulder and he bit down hard there, trying to contain the sound of her name adorned with many of his well-loved curses. His pace slowed down and his hips only moved in post-orgasm. He stayed there for a few seconds as he tried to regain his composure and steady his breathing. When he did, he turned his head to rest his forehead against hers. As she still grinded her hips. Subspace. He tried to get out of her but to no avail, her tightly wrapped legs prevented him from getting away even if he wanted to.

"You will regret this when you wake up." he whispered against her hairline and placed sweet kisses there. A dopey smile was present on their faces as they drifted to sleep as close to each other as possible.

"I love you, you smart ass. You just love to rile me up, don't you?"

If this was going to be his response all the time then yes she did and so did he, but there was no chance he was going to admit that out loud.

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

hii! i hope you're doing well !!! i wanted to request prompt 21 mixed with prompt 13 with jake, if that's possible? seems hilarious and cute, and i am missing summer like crazy 🌅

omgggg ofc!!!! darling I miss summer so fucking much I can't even put it into words. my favourite season BY FAR

only warning I can think of is some adult language ig? that's it, if I had to rate it like pg12 or smth

(he is so fucking adorable. the need to squish his cheeks is OVERWHELMING)

You were still dripping with seawater when you clambered up to the towels you'd laid out on the beach barely an hour earlier, dramatically flipping down on one, not caring that your hair probably landed in the sand.

Jake looked up at you with raised eyebrows, sunglasses having begun to slip off his nose, closing the book in his hands and holding it a safe distance away from you. You just rolled your eyes and threw a hand over your face to shield yourself from the sun.

"I feel like I just snorted a bag of salt", you complained, swallowing hard to try once more to get the taste off of your tongue. Unsurprisingly, that still didn't work. It hadn't the first thirty times you'd attempted it and it wouldn't now.

"You look like it too", Jake chuckled and you gasped, raising your arm again and propping yourself up on one elbow to slap his shoulder.

"Bastard", you muttered more to yourself as his lips tugged into a grin. He pushed the sunglasses back up on his nose and reached over to your bag to hand you yours and despite still being offended, you grumbled out a thank you and hooked them behind your ears.

"Had fun out there?", he asked, genuinely interested, like he'd not watched you and waved at you laughing in the waves. You poked at his back.

"Would've been more fun if you'd gone in with me", you pouted.

"Baby", he drawled, almost in exasperation as he tossed his book away and rolled around, pulling you on top of him in one smooth movement. "It's not my fault you wanted to take a nap first and decided to get in just when I was dry again."

You only huffed and buried your face in his chest - bare and sweaty and wet from your hair - not even deigning to give him an answer. He could've waited for you to wake up but no, he hadn't had his morning run and had been buzzing with restless energy the entire drive here already.

Jake didn't complain - only buried a hand in your hair and started brushing lazy circles over the bare skin of your back. You let out a breath.

This was nice.

Having your boyfriend all to yourself for a day, the sun warming your skin, the waves crashing on the shore, the only other people around some navy officers that kept quiet and were far enough away to barely be noticeable. God, sometimes it paid out really well that Jake was in the navy.

Other times.... not really.

But lord, you were not about to complain right now. Not when you were so warm and so very comfortable in his arms, not with the sand and the sun and the sky, not with the sound of his breath and the soft heaving of his chest.

You only realised that you'd been dozing off when he lightly nudged your side. You shifted in confusion and he groaned - not a pleasant groan or even a sleepy one, more like he was in pain. You moved some more and he groaned again.

"Please", he panted, "Your knee-"

Immediately your eyes widened and you rolled off of him, watching as he winced and held his hand to his crotch, curling up into a little ball of agony. You were biting your lip, reaching out to brush his hair from his face.

"Sorry", you whined - and you truly were. You hadn't realised that your knee had basically been digging into his dick. You'd been sleeping, for god's sake. "I'm so sorry, Jake, oh god- Are you okay?"

"Yeah", he breathed after minute. "Yeah, good again."

Both of you knew that you certainly hadn't done it intentionally (even though that wouldn't have been the first time, but that's a story for another day) but still you were feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. So to try and make it up to him, you leaned in and pressed your lips to the shell of his ear.

"I'm sorry, Jakey. Like, really really sorry", you whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw, stopping just before you reached his lips. If there was anything that got Jake Seresin to shut up very quickly - in any and all situations - it was a kiss from you. Or multiple.

His demeanor changed instantly, almost as if in reflex.

"Oh yeah?", he asked, burying a hand in your hair and tugging you back to look him in the eyes. You were fluttering your lashes very obviously at him. "How sorry?"

"Very", you confirmed, flashing him a grin and pulling him into an actual kiss then, flinging your arms around his neck and dragging him down - on top of you, this time, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt him again.

[anonymous-dentist]

anything about parrot duo please! preferably in the monster au, but i'm not picky

(go parrot duo!)

Roier smells like blood again. That's never a good sign.

So Jaiden sneaks down from her office, her footsteps near silent (thank you, vampire stealth.) She knows that Roier can still hear her, but that's fine. She isn't really trying to be quiet. It just makes him feel better when he gets to show off his werewolf things.

"Jaiden!" Roier calls, drawing out the '-en' at the end of her name pathetically. "Ayúdame! Help me!"

He's in the living room from the sounds of things. Bobby is still outside, too, which is probably a good thing considering how overprotective he can get, the little devil.

When Jaiden steps into the living room, she's first met by the overwhelming sight of blood spilled across their white carpet and their nice leather couch, red footsteps leading to the couch from the half-open front door.

She's then met by the sight and the pathetic whimper of her partner halfway transformed and curled up in a ball on the couch. His shirt is off and he's got it balled up in a half and pressed against what's probably a very open wound on his shoulder.

"Roier!" Jaiden gasps. She flies to his side and hovers nervously over him, her hands brushing against his skin just barely. Just barely. "What happened, oh my God, was it-"

"No, it wasn't him," Roier snaps. He looks ashamed, his pointy little wolf ears drooping sadly and his face falling. "Sorry..."

She shakes her head. "No, I don't- Roier... you said you'd stop going there, what happened?"

She briefly leaves his side just long enough to run to the downstairs bathroom and fetch their rather hefty first aid kit. She lugs it back to the living room and sets up shop, rolling her sleeves up and pulling her hair back.

Roier winces as she moves his hand and the cloth in it, but he doesn't cry. She wishes he would, but he doesn't.

"I needed the knife," he shortly says. Short as in 'ow holy fuck oh my god ow', not as in 'I'm angry and I hate you'. "Is Bobby still outside?"

"Yes, and stop moving-"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Roier stops squirming, though his ears remain flat against his skull and his tail twitches unhappily every time she touches the wound.

Roier never likes to transform in public. He doesn't really like doing it anymore, period, not since... But. But he did, probably to get away from the hunters, because he probably accidentally revealed himself again and she's gonna have to get Cucurucho to help get them under control, and-

Roier yips loudly as Jaiden slides the needle into his skin and starts stitching the wound up. His lips curled back in a pained grimace, Jaiden watches as Roier's teeth flicker between wolf-like fangs and human canines.

"Almost done," she murmurs. He forces his mouth and his eyes shut and squeezes his ruined shirt like a lifeline. "Sorry..."

"No, don't be sorry," he wheezes. "I was the one dumb enough to get stabbed, hah! But at least I got the knife, eh?"

His ears flick towards the coffee table. Jaiden doesn't have to look to know that there's a silver-coated knife laying on it. It's probably covered in blood, too.

Silver knives are hard to come by on the island. Cucurucho doesn't like having too many people have them, it doesn't like the danger it presents. And it's right to, they're dangerous.

Unfortunately, Roier is more stubborn than Cucurucho likes. But, well. What it doesn't know can't hurt it.

Jaiden finishes the stitches and snips off the last of the thread. She leans back against the table, and Roier immediately collapses back onto the couch. His body shakes like it wants to transform fully into the wolf, but he knows that doing so would just break the stitches. So he stays as he is, and Jaiden just wishes he would cry.

"Is this one for Bobby, too?" she asks.

Roier snorts dryly. "When isn't it?"

And isn't that the truth.

[obwjam]

you should write giant Chandler x hurt! borrower (not one of the canon characters) 👀 maybe a mouse trap or something lol

ok ok i've gotten over my weirdness and i've done it. i've written a g/t friends fic at ur request

Chandler could tell right away that something was off.

It had been a long day at work. Really, when wasn't it a long day at work? Doing who knows what, for who knows how long? He was lucky he was able to leave his office right at 5 p.m. and not so much as think about his desk until he woke up the next day.

Chandler was looking forward to unwinding in his favorite recliner, as he always did. That chair was always there for him. Thankfully, Joey was out doing... something, so he knew he had some alone time before his roommate probably dragged some very attractive woman into his bedroom.

He tossed his coat blindly into the apartment with a sigh, heading straight to the fridge to grab a drink.

That's when he noticed.

He closed the fridge door slowly, thinking maybe the squeak he heard was just the appliance. But it wasn't.

There, next to his table, was you, small, trembling and very, very hurt.

You had been getting ready for a borrowing trip in the dimly-lit apartment, which was extra dark now that the sun set before 4 p.m. in the winter months. Unfortunately, that spelled disaster for your tiny little eyes.

You had no idea the human had set up mouse traps until you were caught right in the jaws of one. You had heard horror stories about those things, which killed rodents in an instant. In retrospect, you have no idea how it didn't kill you, even if it just got your ankle. The pain was excruciating, made even worse by the human getting home. Crap. It was already 5:30?! You were supposed to be done with this by now! Maybe if you stayed oh so still, he wouldn't notice...

A jolt of pain shot up your leg, and you yelped in surprise before hurriedly covering your mouth and biting down on your tongue.

No such luck.

Chandler blinked, convinced he was imagining things. But no, the figure was still there, huddled and shaking and staring at him with a burning fear he had never really seen before.

What the hell was he supposed to do? Why -- how was this even possible? They looked just like a person, but...

He crouched down slowly, his heart racing. He had to get a closer look. His heart skipped a beat when a bit of red caught his eye -- it was a small trickle of blood running down their leg.

"Oh my god..." he breathed in shock. They were hurt. His gaze flickered to the mouse trap, just a foot away.

Oh, shit.

"Hey, um, are you... okay?" he asked softly, a hint of hesitation to his voice. Despite his overwhelming confusion, the last thing he wanted was to startle this... tiny person any further.

The small figure flinched at the sound of his voice, curling into an even tighter ball. Chandler cursed to himself. That was stupid. Of course they're not okay! Could they be any more hurt? This is all my fault, too. Way to go, dumbass, you just had to set up a mouse trap, didn't you?

No. Stop. He had to focus. How did this tiny person get into his apartment? And more importantly, how could he help them?

"Okay, Chandler, think," he muttered to himself. "What would Monica do?"

Well, Monica wouldn't hesitate. She would help them instantly, and she would fix up that wound first. Then, she would offer to cook them a nice, warm meal to calm their nerves and distract them from their fear.

Monica would be confident, kind and caring. So that's what Chandler had to do.

With a deep breath, he shuffled closer to get a better look, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

"Hey there, little guy," he began again, keeping his tone gentle. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. My name is Chandler. Can you tell me yours?"

You hesitated. You knew this human was the more... intelligent of the bunch, but that didn't matter. He was a human. He had set up this mouse trap! He nearly killed you!

But he didn't mean to, you said to yourself. That clearly wasn't for me. And I might need his help if I ever want to move again.

The tiny person hesitated, clearly spooked out of their wits just talking to him. Chandler sighed, opening his mouth to speak again, before you cut him off.

"I'm... Ari," you whispered, voice barely audible. But Chandler heard you, and he smiled.

"Hi, Ari," Chandler said, almost breathlessly. "You... you're, uh, you're hurt. Obviously, you know you're hurt. Great observation, genius." He rubbed his eyes. Ugh, Monica wouldn't have said that. "Just, um... can I help you? Please? I promise I won't do anything to scare you. You just... you look really awful."

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with fear. You couldn't help it, he was gigantic. But even though his uncertainty, you could tell he was sincere. You gave him an almost imperceptible nod, still unsure if you really wanted to do this. But of course, he saw.

Chandler exhaled with relief. "Okay," he said, whipping his head up to the bathroom door. "Okay. I'm going to -- there's a first aid kit in the bathroom. Just -- stay right there, alright?"

He stood up slowly, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. He stayed still for a moment, marveling, making sure he wasn't bleeding from the ears and hallucinating. This little thing was so small. Obviously, you went to the mouse trap looking for food. His stomach twisted into a million knots. That thing could have killed her.

He pushed that thought out of his mind, grabbing the first aid kit as fast as possible. When he got back, he was silently relieved you were still there, though there was probably no way you were moving right now anyway. He down on the floor, cross-legged, a safe distance from you. You watched him warily as he opened the small box.

"Alright, I've got some antiseptic and some, uhm, bandages here. Well, I don't think the bandages will do you much good, since they're as tall as your whole body, but--" He paused, his face going pale when he noticed your reaction to that. "No offense, though! It's just -- well... you're really, really small, huh?"

You stared back, bemused. He sure was blunt, wasn't he? If you didn't know any better, you'd almost think he was... nervous.

He sighed, wondering if he had accidentally broken a tiny person taboo by pointing out your height. It wasn't his fault if he did, he didn't know!

You stared as he reached into the box with those impossibly long limbs and pulled out a cotton ball, soaking it in a clear liquid. You eyed it nervously. What was that?

Chandler noticed your ghostly white face and knew he had to stop messing around if he wanted to help you. "I'm just going to clean the wound first, okay? It'll probably sting, but I promise, it's supposed to do that. It'll go away quickly."

You eyed him cautiously, but nodded. He seemed very confident in that, and you're pretty sure you had seen it before with humans -- stuff that hurts wounds temporarily, but helps them in the long run. With a steady hand, Chandler gently dabbed at the cut on your leg. Your eyes widened at the cotton ball, which was as big as your chest, was pinched between two gigantic fingertips. You winced when he got close, but didn't pull away.

He was right. It did sting. A lot. You hissed, not wanting to embarrass yourself by screaming, but you had to bear down and suck it up. If the human thought you were too weak, he would never let you go.

"There. See? Not so bad, was it?"

You shook your head, pretending it didn't hurt like hell. The rest was a blur -- he cut a bandage into little pieces, trying to get the right amount of cloth and sticky part to stay on your leg. You had resigned to your fate, but as he kept working, you found you weren't as nervous. He clearly wanted to help, because nothing was stopping him from hurting you even more.

"There you go," he said, smiling. You blinked. He was done already? He had been so... delicate. "All better. Are you... how are you feeling?"

You shrugged, still a bit unsure, but less frightened than before. "I'm... okay."

"Good," Chandler said, sitting back on his heels. Gosh, he was huge. "Now, how about we get you something to eat? I think I have some crackers around here somewhere."

Before you could even respond, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets until he found what he was looking for. In an instant, he was back in front of you. How did humans move so fast? It was dizzying to watch up close.

"Here you go, lil guy. It's not much, but hey, it's something, right?"

He laughed nervously, not surprised when you didn't respond. He gently placed the cracker bit on the ground and slid it toward you, not wanting his hands to get too close. It was freaking him out that you were as tall as his finger.

The tiny person took the cracker hesitantly, nibbling on it like a mouse. Chandler watched you, mostly fascinated at how a tiny human being could exist, but his mind was racing with questions. Why were you here? Were you in danger? Did you have somewhere to go?

"Hey, uh, Ari," he prodded gently. "Do you... have somewhere to go? Is there someone I can call to help you?" He instantly groaned. Yeah, because tiny people have itty bitty little phones they can answer. Stupid, Chandler, stupid!

You shook your head, and tears suddenly welled up in your eyes. Crap, why am I crying? He's going to think I'm more pathetic that I already am! "I... I don't have anyone. I was..." You stopped, eyes darting to the floor. You didn't need to tell him everything. "It's just me."

Chandler's heart broke. Nobody? Was she the only tiny person in existence? He didn't want to think about how that was possible. He had the sudden urge to -- no, Monica would never do that. She'd be more careful, right? But he wasn't Monica, and some way, somehow... he seemed to trust you. Hell, he let you dab antiseptic on your leg. That had to count for something, right? Joey didn't even let Chandler take out splinters for him.

After a moment of hesitation, he reached out, offering his hand to you. He tried to ignore the way you jumped at the movement.

"Well, you're safe here, okay? You can stay with me for as long as you need, or at least until your leg is better. We can figure this out together, right?"

You looked at him curiously. A human was... offering her a place to stay, after helping her clean her wound. Was this real? Did she actually die, and this was one elaborate scheme drawn up in her head? The pain coursing through her body told her no, she was alive, and this was very, very real. The human wanted to help.

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with gratitude, even at the sight of a ginormous being. Ever so slowly, you reached your hand out to his, pressing your palm against his fingertip. This has to be a first for all borrowerkind, you thought.

"Th-thank you, Chandler," you whispered. You didn't know how he could even hear your voice.

"Hey, don't mention it," Chandler said. "We're friends now, right?"

Friends. You actually made a friend. That was a first for you.

"Can I..." Chandler started, unsure how to ask. "Can I help you off the floor? It's probably disgusting down there."

You blinked. He was asking to carry you. You had to go into the human's hand. You had nightmares about this kind of stuff. But somehow... it didn't scare you like you thought it would. Maybe because you had observed this human so many times, or maybe it was because of the kindness he showed you.

Maybe it was because he called you a friend.

You swallowed, but knew deep down it was the best idea. Being on the floor was unsafe and filled you with anxiety. At least on the counter, you didn't have to look up so incredibly far at him.

To your delight, Chandler broke out into a smile at your small nod. He gently lifted his hand, helping you stay standing on your good leg, before slipping his other hand underneath you and scooping you up. Huh. He was surprisingly good at that.

"I'll go slow," he said under his breath, eyes scanning the room for the best spot. A lightbulb went off in his head. "Mind if we sit on the chair? That way you have somewhere soft to sit. And the Knicks are gonna start soon."

You nodded with a small laugh. Now you were gonna watch sports with a human? This really was a day for the impossible to happen.

You were surprised that he actually stuck to his word -- his movements were slow, careful and deliberate, even if you could feel his hands trembling slightly. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

You were friends, after all.

[byuntrash101]

being sandwiched between minseok & baekhyun after they’ve just got done finishing a show 😖 lord have mercy

oh my g- sdklsldkslkmdskmdklds

this checks all of the boxes!!!! the original muscle daddy + the orignal slut (baekhyun is a whore i just know it) is THE combo.

god damn i almost passed out writing this... im 🥵🥵🥵

tags: double penetration (vaginal and anal), sweat kink (typical me because im nasty like that), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, getting caught kink, dirty talk

You have no choice but to claw at Baekhyun's back as Minseok slips his thick member inside you by the only hole still available. The two men holding you up in the air, you wrap your legs around Baekhyun's waist as the two men hover you above their hard and dripping cocks. You don't know if you'll be able to keep quiet for long given how good and full you feel from front to back.

But it seems like the boys notice your struggle and Baekhyun wraps his pretty hand around your mouth the muffle your little whimpers of pleasure.

"Be quiet baby" he whispers in your ear as you feel him slowly pull out of you, making your wet cunt gush out and produce lewd squelshing noises. "We don't want the manager to find out you're letting us use your body like this right baby girl?"

"You could definetely lose your job over this you know" Minseok adds. And you shook your head in horror to the idea. Being a makeup artist was your calling but what you were most afraid of right now was to lose the opportunity to be squeezed between the two men like you have been countless times.

After a show they always needed a way to relieve tension and what better way than to fuck their favourite little cock sleeve stupid until you can't think straight or walk for days?

"Fuckkkk" you whisper as Baekhyun lets his hand slip from your mouth to your throat. Pushing his dick back into your throbbing cunt. Just as Minseok pushed himself inside your little rim.

"You're clenching so hard baby" Minseok moans in your ear as his sweaty chest is pressed on your bare back. "You want my cum that bad?" he chuckles picking up the pace.

"Yes!" you gasp. "Yes please cum inside me" you beg.

"What a little cum hungry whore you are" Baekhyun says as you catch a bead of sweat running down his long neck. You wrap your lips around his collarbone licking the sweat all the way up his ear. The bitter taste fills your head making you forget about everyhting that is not them their two cocks rubbing against each other inside you right now.

Baekhyun smashes his hips inside you, setting the pace and Minseok follows also adopting the unfirgiving pace.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" you squeak trying to make as little noise as possible, immediatly biting Baekhyun's neck to keep yourself from screaming.

"Cum on both our dicks, baby" Baekhyun urges as his hips start to stutter.

Your worn out little pussy and shapeless asshole start to pulse around their cocks as you reach your climax. And it's the last straw for them. Your orgasming holes milk them dry, draining their balls to the last drop of precious cum that is over flowing your holes and dripping down the dark changing room's floor as you uncontrollably shake in their arms, eyes rolled back, breath short and toes curled. The pleasure is so overwhelming that you spray your cum in a powerful stream completely soaking the two men before your body goes limp.

"I'm so glad we get to do this all over again tomorrow" Baekhyun says, zipping his soaked pants up.

"I'm taking her pussy tomorrow!" Minseok concludes

a/n: almost did not survive this.

[kuyadevotee]

I wanted to write something about my new Nukani oc so Of Course I had to add Kuya, and then it got out of hand-

Kouchirou sinks to the ground, back against an old oak tree, as he struggles to regain his breath. Ever since that blasted extra moon appeared in the sky, the forest has been wrong; ill at ease and thrumming with strange essence, it turns the tanuki away from home again and again, guiding him deeper into the choking undergrowth.

For the first time since his recent transformation, Kouchirou yearns for his animal form. If he reverts now it will take days of pain to return to this human shape, but the memory of his soft, thick fur and sturdy body tempts him desperately. He wants nothing more than to crawl into an old den and hide, to curl up and wait for the pounding between his ears to go away...

But before he can make a decision, a thrill shakes down Kouchi's spine, causing the sensitive fur of his ears and tail to spring to attention. Though he can't pinpoint its source, he knows this feeling. A predator is nearby, one more dangerous than any of the crazed monsters he has faced in the last day. A yokai, and a powerful one at that, is watching him, stalking him, and it wants Kouchirou to be afraid. Well, two can play at that game; Kouchi is a predator too. He rolls to his feet, balancing on hybrid toes he's barely used to. Eyes flicking to and fro restlessly, the tanuki allows his claws to extend and bares his teeth at the thick darkness between the surrounding trees.

"Oh? What's this?"

Any thought of fighting flies out the window when this silken voice drifts through the forest. It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, bringing with it an aura of power, of presence, that sends Kouchirou's animal instincts completely haywire. He freezes, his breathing shallow.

"Fox got your tongue, pup? You're quite a long way from home, you know. The eclipse is dangerous for such a defenseless little thing."

Kouchi can't respond. Even if he wanted to, fear has glued his mouth shut; he can only stand there, frozen to the spot, as a delicate but wild scent overwhelms his sensitive nose. It's almost familiar, and he tries to place it, but to no avail.

A lilting laugh like the chime of a windblown bell swirls through the forest.

"Won't you speak, pup? I do suppose I'm asking a lot of you. You're so new, after all. Haven't even learned to hide your markings, how sweet."

Kouchirou resists the urge to tuck his hands, fingers stained the same deep brown as his claws, into his robes. It's true he hasn't been able to hide his mask yet, or the dark rings circling his chest and torso, and dismissing his ears, tail, and furred, canid feet is entirely out of the question. He has no mentor, no older yokai to walk him through the process of learning to navigate this new existence.

"Though I suppose that's not your fault either. You reek of human." The word is laced with disgust. "You must be living with them, no? It's no wonder you're behind the curve. Poor thing," the voice coos. "You don't know any better."

At this, Kouchirou finally finds his voice.

"You're wrong."

The next laugh is more of a bark, canid and dripping with malicious mirth. "Am I? Let me guess; they've been kind to you, they've housed you and fed you, they've obviously clothed you. You wear the garments of their delusion."

Kouchi's hands ball into fists, and he takes a step forward. This is also true; the old priest did give him the robes he currently wears, embossed with sigils of the Church of Klein. He has listened raptly to the priest's words, learned to read from the Holy Book, and he believes in God's works.

"The God of Klein is not a delusion! His works are all around us, and he loves all things, even yokai! You're-"

The tanuki's jaw audibly snaps shut as a pair of glittering golden eyes emerge from the darkness barely ten feet from him. A body follows, thick purple mist coalescing into a lithe, elegant form. The essence-laden musk of an alpha predator clogs Kochirou's nose and his nostrils flare; as much as he tries to resist the instinct, his tail curls between his legs as this new presence demands his submission. Tall purple ears and a sleek tail are the last detail Kouchirou can parse before a terrifyingly strong grip on his chin forces his gaze upwards.

"This forest is not the domain of humans, little puppy. They are parasites, leeching off a land they will never own, creating false idols to mold the world to their expectations and to shoulder blame when the karma they've collected turns to take it's due."

The kitsune's claws dig into Kouchirou's cheeks, drawing blood that tickles as it runs down the tanuki's throat. Despite his previous bravado, Kouchi is mesmerized by those golden eyes, drawn in by the delicious essence that fills his lungs as he pants in his captor's hold.

Those eyes crinkle as the kitsune smiles and leans closer to whisper into Koushi's ear.

"You'll do well to remember this, pup. As long as you live in this forest, I am your God."

[mrsvalbaker]

Fawnskin

Themes: smut, blowjob, Coachella kissing, POC reader, trans reader.

Disclaimer: Not sure if I'm happy with this one.

Part Two

The sun was setting and the cape of night draped Coachella and its crowd in bacchanal melody. I felt like a maenad, I felt overwhelmed in the madness of desire, it hit me so fast and hard like a freight train. But more than a maenad, I felt like the lyrics found their song. I felt so complete in his arms, and under his mouth. Burning, sweltering, my skin was scorching and between my thighs downright tropical and my nipples were so hard I swear they were going to fall off.

But the way he held me, the possessive, ravening clutching of my body, with the way he gripped me, I knew he wouldn't let anything fall but my clothes.

We broke apart only so he could drag me off to the outskirts of the celebration.

I was dizzy in the most mouthwatering way when he kissed me like that. He just grabbed me, his big hands and long fingers seeped through the homemade chains of my dress and rubbed against my skin. I hoped I was soft enough, I hoped I smelled good enough, I just wanted to be enough for him.

His soft, plush lips feel so heavenly and addicting. It's like when I have strawberries and Nutella, I need to have another and another until I'm sick of the sweet treat. I became more eager, my head tilted and his, the pleasurable little brushing of his nose against my face as we're lip locked. His fingers squeezed my exposed backside, kneading aggressively as he pulled me right up against him against his soft, cotton shirt. My breasts squished against his hard chest and his impressive tent against the apex of my thighs.

I lost myself in the electricity of the night, so bacchante-like, my hands moved to his ass and my leg started to rise, move up against his thigh, he half picked me up grinding against me and with a cry from both of us, we fell to the grass. He fell on top of me and parted his lips in an attempt of apology, but with a desperate whine that I think came from me, I cupped the back of his neck, his curls pushed beneath my nails and I pushed his head down to prevent his expression of regret. I stole a hungry kiss from him, my legs naturally parted, the friction of him rubbing his hidden erection against me caused my thong to be pushed to the side, my pussy exposed only to him. He made frenzied, excited outcries, smoldering moans.

"Fuck you're so hot, so fucking hot, and these tits–" he tugged down the dress with tantalizing ravishing. My breasts bounced free and his pupils dilated. He grabbed my breasts with a harsh grip, yet somehow soft enough for me to lean into his touch, with a delicious mix of rapture and orgasmic pain.

"Oh please, Timmy please!" I didn't know what I was begging for, maybe everything and all of the above.

He pressed his face into my breasts. "So soft." He groaned and kissed them, eliciting gasping moans from me.

As he made my head spin and caused me to be more soaked, with his mouth sucking on my nipples, I accidentally knocked off his ball cap as I tangled my fingers in his perfect curls. "Timmy!" I cried out as he sucked particularly hard on my nipple.

He rubbed my hand against his erection and pulled his mouth off of me just to undo his jeans and pushed them down, I gasped seeing his monster of a cock spring out.

His size was shocking, and unlike anything I'd had before, my mouth hung open in response. "Oh my God, that's gonna rip me in half!" I reached for him, I stroked his massive length, it was like a cucumber or an eggplant.

"Do you still want to?" He asked with almost despair in his voice, like the thought of me saying no was something he couldn't handle.

I giggled and began to stroke his girth and he threw his head back with a boisterous moan. He's so loud, it's so hot, seeing someone so wild with abandon, someone wanting me so bad. "Fuck, don't stop keep stroking me like that, your hands are so soft they're so soft you're so soft I need your mouth, please suck me off I'll do anything if you suck me off!" He ranted, he rambled.

My body was completely on high, a pulsating 350 degrees I swear. I got on my knees and immediately took him into my mouth. My eyes rolled back in satiated pleasure at finally having him in my mouth, something I didn't know I needed so badly until now. I moaned around his head the same time he let out a very vocal whine, the vibrations of my moan causing his knees to buckle. He gripped my curls and I squealed around his cock, muffled.

I had one hand on his thigh and the other massaging his very, heavy sac. It was like the change purse of a wealthy Duke in a fairytale. I giggle a little before sucking his yummy thickness again.

"What are you laughing at– Ah fuck! Ah fucking hell!" He exclaimed as I relaxed my throat taking him deeper.

I quickened my hungry mouth, faster I sucked, greedy for his mereticious whimpers and slutty words, and provocative jutting hips.

I wanted to choke on his impressive cock. Drippings of actual puddles of my saliva pooled and soaked his cock, soaked my tits, and caused mud on the Earth below us. I felt so deliciously outrageous, horny and wanton just for him like his own personal sex toy.

I wanted him to use me so bad, I know it's just some one time thing most likely, in the spirit of Coachella but I couldn't think about that now.

"So good, so good, so fucking good to me baby girl, doing so good taking my cock. Look at you on your knees, so fucking gorgeous." He patted my cheek and I looked up at him, he started thrusting faster into my mouth.

I gathered the dripping saliva on my index finger and rubbed it between his cheeks, his breath hitched, his hips moving faster as he tugged on my curls tighter. I rubbed his puckered rosebud and he screamed my name like a prayer, over and over. "Madison, Madison, Madison, fuck! FUCK! So naughty so good so fucking dirty, I'm gonna cum! You want my cum, pretty girl? Want it down your throat, it'll be spilling from your mouth they'll be so much!" He howled.

The sensations, his words, it was overestimating me I swear. Feeling his head hit the back of my throat I let out a muffled cry around his cock and my thighs squirmed as I came, as I released in nature. He filled my mouth with his cum, only a little salty, so smooth and clean. I was so hungry for it, so thirsty for it. I swallowed his big load without taking my mouth off of his cock, he looked down into my eyes, my teary eyes and he whined as he came more. I couldn't believe it, he was cumming again! He just came! But more ropes filled my tummy. One, two, three! Three! Oh fuck.

Finally he pulled out of my mouth, I gasped and panted trying to learn how to breathe again, I think mascara was running down my face and I know my Trixie cosmetics lipstick is just safe to say ruined. I was naked and covered in saliva, cum, and sweat. And not all of it mine.

Would he still want to see me again if he knew about me?

I feel so dizzy.

"Look at you," he said breathlessly, looking ready to collapse.

I smiled because I caused that.

I then started to giggle and Timothée smiled, such an adorable grin with too many teeth. I just wanted to lick every single tooth of his. He pulled me up, I giggled more, feeling dazed.

He pulled me into his arms, so warm and safe he smells like a very sweet cologne, high quality ganja, and sweat. I nuzzled his neck, somehow magically, he was kind of picking me up and pulled me to the side.

He took off his shirt revealing the most perfect, absolutely beautifully, gangly form that romantically made me think of cigarette smoking rock stars getting off stage. He put his shirt on me and my breasts clung to the softest fabric and my thighs and ass made it shorter.

"I think your dress is ruined, puppy." He fixed the hem of the borrowed shirt on my body, his long, dexterous fingers brushing against the top of my thighs, his chest brushing against my breasts. I shivered as he fussed over me.

"It's okay, it only cost twenty bucks to make, maybe less." I smiled and reached up to brush a stray curl out of his face.

He smiled, all teeth, making my knees weak. His Hazel eyes are more green than olive-brown. "I lost my phone, right after Mel's. I was so sad!" I exclaimed suddenly, feeling emotional.

He let out a breath that sounded like relief, maybe I imagined it. "I was so– I thought you thought I was…you know, weird or a dork."

My eyes widened. "No! No, I was so upset, I never thought I'd see you again."

He hasn't let me go, and I didn't want him to. I like how his hands feel on my hips, I like that we were so close that my nose was rubbing against the skin of his chest.

He pulled me closer, his arms wrapped around me and he rubbed my back, forcing my cheek against his warm, perspiring flesh.

He rubbed lower down my back close to my ass. We kind of swayed and the music was wonderfully loud. He touched my hair and I looked down shyly. He took my chin and tilted my face up, forcing me to gaze up at his beautiful face. He kissed me like it was his last, our last. Squeezing my curves and sucking on my lip, soon our tongues tangled before getting sucked on. We kissed until neither could breathe.

We panted into each other's mouth. Foreheads clashed, I couldn't help but look up into his eyes and he looked down into mine. "You're so pretty." He said.

I bit my lip, he looked at me funny. "Thank you." I nearly said I'm not.

"I have a hotel room-"

"Yes."

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WORD COUNT: 2377; PROMPT: SECRETS

Okay, so the premise is a Greek God AU but with some MAJOR relationship and timeline shifts! For example, in this AU, Hades and Persephone are NOT ever going to be romantically entwined, Zeus is overworked and overwhelmed and not married, Olympus is more like a gathering for rich people more than a council of gods, and mortals don't really worship the gods. This is not really a Greek mythology-based AU so much as one that steals certain premises and major players.

ANYWAYS. I DIGRESS. THE OUTLINE!

This story actually centers around Nino Lahiffe, a mortal who was sentenced to an eternity trapped in this universe's equivalent of Tartarus for a crime he didn't do. However, he was trapped in a prison that... essentially magically sensed the moral 'purity' or 'impurity' of a person and imprisoned them based on the severity of the crimes they committed.

The prison takes one look at Nino Lahiffe, overwhelmed guy who loves his friends and just gets dragged into wild shit, and gives him free reign around the Underworld. Nino goes oh, shit? I'm out? And it's essentially like he's a horse, LOOSE in a HOSPITAL, except he is a PRISONER, LOOSE in the UNDERWORLD!

He's really not here to cause any trouble, he just wants to fly under the radar. (They tossed him in a jail cell and literally never checked on him, not HIS fault he escaped!! The doors just opened!!!)

He spends his first few months out curled up in a corner, freaking out about getting caught and sent to a Real Prison, but he soon realized... no one was really checking in on him? They just assumed their prison worked, and if he kept a low profile, he was probably good!!

(And maybe Nino ended up exploring every nook and cranny of the Underworld and maybe Nino befriended Cerberus but you know what? Hades should hide his dog treats better if he wants people to NOT use them!! And Cerberus is such a good boy!!)

Meanwhile, while Nino is exploring the Underworld for half a century, there is some Upheaval going on up top. Arthur (he's in Demeter's role because he's a shitty parent) and Stephanie (she is playing Persephone's role because I love her) are having a falling-out. They never got along, but this was beyond anything they'd had before. Stephanie, still a juvenile by god standards, ended up running away and falling through a Crack Between Worlds. She falls through, and ends up in this universe's equivalent of Asphodel, for lost souls. It's... not a great place for a child, even a godly one. Steph's lower lip wobbles, and she ends up sobbing in the whistling, dry grasses of Asphodel while the damned wander around her.

Nino, seeing Steph curled up in a ball crying, shrieks, "OH NO A CHILD" and guides her around the Underworld. He ends up rambling in an attempt to get the Itty Bitty Child to stop crying. Steph takes an immediate liking to him.

Somehow, mysteriously, she ends up falling into the Underworld again. And again. And again. After the seventh time Steph goes, "Oh, Nino! I got a little stuck in the Underworld! :( Can you help me out!" he finally catches on to the fact that this is on purpose.

"Kid," Nino sighs, "You can like. Contact me some other way. You don't have to come down here."

Steph wrinkles her nose. "But I like it here! It's cool and my Dad isn't here and you're here!! What more do I need?"

Nino may or may not have to hold back tears. (Steph definitely teases him mercilessly about it.) (She also brings up that she's probably older than him. They both ignore that.)

Arthur catches wind of what Steph's doing, and he bars her from the Underworld, trapping her on the mortal plane. After a few decades of scheming, she manages to slip away to the Underworld again.

She has vague recollections of someone important to her in the Underworld, but their memory is distant and faded. All she remembers is that she felt safe there.

When the Lord of the Underworld, also known as Marinette, asks the little god what she's doing in her domain, she says so.

Marinette is stunned for a total of 30 seconds before deciding that she'd die for this kid. They bond, chat, Steph meets the Underworld Team. (Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Kate Kane, Renee Montoya, Vic Sage, Max Kante, Markov, and a few others assist her in running the place. They are a terrifying force to behold and Steph wants to be just like them when she grows up.)

After chatting for a while, Persephone's memories of Nino start coming back. She describes Nino to Marinette, who goes, "Hm. Sounds like that Morality Prison guy. But it's impossible for him to escape if he did what they say he did."

The following snippet is an approximation of what occurs in the minutes following that statement:

"What if," Steph said, "And I know this is hard to believe, but what if... you were wrong?"

"You're not going to stop bothering me until I check the prison, huh." Marinette said.

"You betcha!" she chirps.

Marinette lets out a deep, heavy exhale and heads down to the Morality Prison. (It used to have another name, but everyone just called it the Morality Prison. It was what the place was, after all.)

"Look, see," Marinette said, gesturing to the cell, "He's right --"

She looked back. The cell was empty.

The curses she spoke that day cannot, regrettably, be translated for mortal ears. They're liable to melt brain matter out of ears if read, never mind heard. The mortal equivalent sounds something like, "Motherfucking son of a --" ... You can probably guess how the rest goes.

Anyways, suffice to say, Stephanie was very smug as she gestured to the empty cell. "And there's no way for him to have, like, circumvented the Morality Prison, right?"

"There is not," Marinette confirmed, "In fact, we've had trouble releasing people from the prison when they're done serving their sentences. When they are judged as guilty, the prison is... reluctant to relinquish them."

"So," Steph declares triumphantly, "He's innocent!"

"Yes," Marinette said, in an entirely different tone, "We attempted to imprison an innocent man for nearly a century."

Steph's face fell. "Oh."

Marinette sighed defeatedly. "I'll start on the paperwork, I guess."

ANYWAYS. End snippet. ANYWAYS!! Marinette is left to freak the hell out about an innocent guy left to rot in the Underworld for an entire CENTURY. She, obviously, sends out a wanted poster for Nino Lahiffe, confident that she can sort out this misunderstanding properly and apologize to the poor guy.

Nino Lahiffe, contentedly eating Tantalus's fruit and taunting the jerk, sees the wanted poster with his face emblazoned on it and promptly books it. He is convinced that the Lord of the Underworld has finally seen fit to hunt him down and imprison him forever.

Shenanigans ensue! Nino almost knows the Underworld better than Marinette, since he's been wandering around it for so long while Marinette's been drowning in paperwork. Eventually, Steph finds him having a panic attack in the place she first met him.

Poor girl is hit with the double whammy of, "Oh, wow, an innocent guy has feared for the rest of his soul's life for decades and that leaves a mark," and the realization that her childhood friend, who always seemed so put-together, was honestly, truly, simply a man. It was... a lot to process. They, perhaps, broke down on each other. And then Steph explains the entire situation to him! Resolution! Yay!

Nino finally gets to meet Marinette OUTSIDE of her Underworld regalia and she's... actually really nice? And super apologetic about the wrongful imprisonment thing?

He can also relate way too hard to her Loner Who No One Understands, given, you know, his whole situation. They bond... surprisingly quickly? And then Nino makes a joke about, "Wow, what a hell of a few decades, huh?" And Hades realizes... Nino has been here for nearly a century.

That's not good.

Every century, there's a retrial for each person trapped in the Underworld, even those in the morality prison. It's less about determining guilt versus innocence, and more for the Olympian gods to establish their superiority and to have scapegoats for any anger or frustration they may have.

Stephanie pounces on the opportunity to potentially fix Nino's life! They can prove he's innocent!

Nino thinks this is... a little excessive. Like, no one even hurt him? He was just kind of lonely! And now he has friends!

Marinette, in the background, has a fun little crisis because he's so nice and we LEFT HIM HERE.

Anyways. Steph is trying not to lose her mind with rage at the situation, Marinette is desperate to make things up to Nino, and Nino wants to maybe take a nap.

Long story short, his opinion on the situation is overruled. They're breaking into the ritzy, gaudy, obnoxiously rich and opulent retrial party together and proving Nino's innocence.

So! Nino has to hide somewhere, so he has to pretend to be a statue, sweating and panicking as people squint at him and move on because they are entirely and thoroughly drunk.

Poor guy is really just trying not to shake apart from nerves and he runs into an old hero friend?! OH GOD HE'S GONNA DIE --

Duke Thomas, seeing his old friend Nino Lahiffe who he's pretty sure is a criminal: dude, what the hell did you get dragged into this time?!

Nino: DUKE HIDE ME.

Duke: ... alright, sure. I figured you were innocent anyways. You're always caught up in the weird shit.

anyways so Stephanie is working behind the scenes to get a freakin',,, artifact or something that can display a person's memories with absolute Truth™️ No Tampering Guaranteed

she ends up being almost late for the Big Retrial Presentation, which is basically Zeus (who is Sabrina in this AU, RIP) enthusiastically reviewing a slideshow of How This Guy Fucked Up This Time while Marinette drinks herself into unconsciousness so she doesn't have to think about how these Literal War Criminals are HER responsibility! Fun times!

so cut to Stephanie desperately pushing through throngs of people, a bunch of people going "omg Stephanie?! hey girl hey!!! we missed you while you were in the mortal world <3" and Stephanie realizing "OH WOW I'M POPULAR AND ACTUALLY MADE A NAME FOR MYSELF NOT JUST THRU MY DAD" but she Doesn't Have Time For That!!

so she sprints to the behind the scenes, Nino is sitting with his head in his hands because "MARINETTE I RAN INTO AN OLD FRIEND WHAT IF HE OUTS ME" and Marinette going "dude your friend is the chillest hero ever you're fINE --- thank fuck STEPH HELP US"

Stephanie comes in clutch with the artifact!

Sabrina is queueing up his slideshow and Marinette says, "Sister, I want to try something different this time around. Why don't we ask him about this?" and BAM screen shows Nino's memories!

Everyone starts shrieking, things dissolve into chaos, and Persephone is really at the end of her rope. She snaps.

She just summons all her power and yells, "QUIET! AN INNOCENT MAN COULD HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED FOR A CENTURY AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS TITTER AND GOSSIP!"

Vines creep up the walls and EVERYTHING it's all dramatic and that!! Cut to Nino taking a deep breath and guiding the artifact through his memories. he… I don't know, witnesses a crime or something that Sabrina committed and Sabrina IMMEDIATELY blames it on him. She wants to sentence the guy to Not Morality Prison but Marinette goes "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime? morality prison" and she can't say shit. She just goes, "Well, Nino literally stood there as I accused him of stuff he Didn't Do and didn't even say shit, he's not gonna do anything."

So everyone's in an uproar about Wait Zeus Did WHAT -- but Nino keeps going through the memories

and everyone sees him being sentenced into the Underworld, the way Marinette is strangely gentle with him despite it all, and the way he stays in the morality prison and ends up… accidentally escaping??? and then they get to see Just Some Guy exploring the Underworld, and it's actually beautiful. Marinette runs a tight ship and it actually works really, really well.

Nino wanted to give Hades a better rep, hence why he kept the memory artifact going! At the end of the memories, everyone is just in a quiet, awed hush (because there can be a little emotional projecting that goes with the memory artifact, as a treat to me). 

And then Persephone steps tf up and goes "so we sentenced an innocent man to a century in a prison for crimes he did not commit on the worlds of a liar and traitor". she turns to Nino and says, "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime?" like Marinette did to Sabrina years and years ago. and like Marinette, Nino y is actually really kind and says, "well let's ask Sabrina why she did what she did" and she breaks down and says "I THOUGHT RULING WOULD BE FUN BUT IT SUCKS I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY SOMETHING BUT Y'ALL HAVE KEPT PUTTING RESPONSIBILITY ON ME MAKE IT STOP!"

Marinette kind of sighs and goes "alright lemme fix this". end of story bc i don't want to deal with the political and social ramifications of this

rip Marinette but she's got a hypercompetent Underworld team gnawing at the bit to prove to people that their boss is Good Actually and they are DELIGHTED to restructure Olympian politics because HOLY FUCK THEY ALL SUCK AND ARE SO INEFFICIENT

Nino is basically promoted into a hero position against his will he's like "Y'ALL I DIDN'T DO SHIT" and Marinette goes "you literally saved my reputation and took care of Stephanie and maintained sanity in the Underworld while escaping prison" and Nino goes "yo have you SEEN my friends?? they're all crazy this is just part for the course" 

also Nino is reunited with his friends bc He Deserves It <3

Hades & Persephone but make it Marinette & Stephanie and also sprinkle in some mortal!Nino for fun

Okay, so the premise is a Greek God AU but with some MAJOR relationship and timeline shifts! For example, in this AU, Hades and Persephone are NOT ever going to be romantically entwined, Zeus is overworked and overwhelmed and not married, Olympus is more like a gathering for rich people more than a council of gods, and mortals don't really worship the gods. This is not really a Greek mythology-based AU so much as one that steals certain premises and major players.

ANYWAYS. I DIGRESS. THE OUTLINE!

This story actually centers around Nino Lahiffe, a mortal who was sentenced to an eternity trapped in this universe's equivalent of Tartarus for a crime he didn't do. However, he was trapped in a prison that... essentially magically sensed the moral 'purity' or 'impurity' of a person and imprisoned them based on the severity of the crimes they committed.

The prison takes one look at Nino Lahiffe, overwhelmed guy who loves his friends and just gets dragged into wild shit, and gives him free reign around the Underworld. Nino goes oh, shit? I'm out? And it's essentially like he's a horse, LOOSE in a HOSPITAL, except he is a PRISONER, LOOSE in the UNDERWORLD!

He's really not here to cause any trouble, he just wants to fly under the radar. (They tossed him in a jail cell and literally never checked on him, not HIS fault he escaped!! The doors just opened!!!)

He spends his first few months out curled up in a corner, freaking out about getting caught and sent to a Real Prison, but he soon realized... no one was really checking in on him? They just assumed their prison worked, and if he kept a low profile, he was probably good!!

(And maybe Nino ended up exploring every nook and cranny of the Underworld and maybe Nino befriended Cerberus but you know what? Hades should hide his dog treats better if he wants people to NOT use them!! And Cerberus is such a good boy!!)

Meanwhile, while Nino is exploring the Underworld for half a century, there is some Upheaval going on up top. Arthur (he's in Demeter's role because he's a shitty parent) and Stephanie (she is playing Persephone's role because I love her) are having a falling-out. They never got along, but this was beyond anything they'd had before. Stephanie, still a juvenile by god standards, ended up running away and falling through a Crack Between Worlds. She falls through, and ends up in this universe's equivalent of Asphodel, for lost souls. It's... not a great place for a child, even a godly one. Steph's lower lip wobbles, and she ends up sobbing in the whistling, dry grasses of Asphodel while the damned wander around her.

Nino, seeing Steph curled up in a ball crying, shrieks, "OH NO A CHILD" and guides her around the Underworld. He ends up rambling in an attempt to get the Itty Bitty Child to stop crying. Steph takes an immediate liking to him.

Somehow, mysteriously, she ends up falling into the Underworld again. And again. And again. After the seventh time Steph goes, "Oh, Nino! I got a little stuck in the Underworld! :( Can you help me out!" he finally catches on to the fact that this is on purpose.

"Kid," Nino sighs, "You can like. Contact me some other way. You don't have to come down here."

Steph wrinkles her nose. "But I like it here! It's cool and my Dad isn't here and you're here!! What more do I need?"

Nino may or may not have to hold back tears. (Steph definitely teases him mercilessly about it.) (She also brings up that she's probably older than him. They both ignore that.)

Arthur catches wind of what Steph's doing, and he bars her from the Underworld, trapping her on the mortal plane. After a few decades of scheming, she manages to slip away to the Underworld again.

She has vague recollections of someone important to her in the Underworld, but their memory is distant and faded. All she remembers is that she felt safe there.

When the Lord of the Underworld, also known as Marinette, asks the little god what she's doing in her domain, she says so.

Marinette is stunned for a total of 30 seconds before deciding that she'd die for this kid. They bond, chat, Steph meets the Underworld Team. (Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Kate Kane, Renee Montoya, Vic Sage, Max Kante, Markov, and a few others assist her in running the place. They are a terrifying force to behold and Steph wants to be just like them when she grows up.)

After chatting for a while, Persephone's memories of Nino start coming back. She describes Nino to Marinette, who goes, "Hm. Sounds like that Morality Prison guy. But it's impossible for him to escape if he did what they say he did."

The following snippet is an approximation of what occurs in the minutes following that statement:

"What if," Steph said, "And I know this is hard to believe, but what if... you were wrong?"

"You're not going to stop bothering me until I check the prison, huh." Marinette said.

"You betcha!" she chirps.

Marinette lets out a deep, heavy exhale and heads down to the Morality Prison. (It used to have another name, but everyone just called it the Morality Prison. It was what the place was, after all.)

"Look, see," Marinette said, gesturing to the cell, "He's right --"

She looked back. The cell was empty.

The curses she spoke that day cannot, regrettably, be translated for mortal ears. They're liable to melt brain matter out of ears if read, never mind heard. The mortal equivalent sounds something like, "Motherfucking son of a --" ... You can probably guess how the rest goes.

Anyways, suffice to say, Stephanie was very smug as she gestured to the empty cell. "And there's no way for him to have, like, circumvented the Morality Prison, right?"

"There is not," Marinette confirmed, "In fact, we've had trouble releasing people from the prison when they're done serving their sentences. When they are judged as guilty, the prison is... reluctant to relinquish them."

"So," Steph declares triumphantly, "He's innocent!"

"Yes," Marinette said, in an entirely different tone, "We attempted to imprison an innocent man for nearly a century."

Steph's face fell. "Oh."

Marinette sighed defeatedly. "I'll start on the paperwork, I guess."

ANYWAYS. End snippet. ANYWAYS!! Marinette is left to freak the hell out about an innocent guy left to rot in the Underworld for an entire CENTURY. She, obviously, sends out a wanted poster for Nino Lahiffe, confident that she can sort out this misunderstanding properly and apologize to the poor guy.

Nino Lahiffe, contentedly eating Tantalus's fruit and taunting the jerk, sees the wanted poster with his face emblazoned on it and promptly books it. He is convinced that the Lord of the Underworld has finally seen fit to hunt him down and imprison him forever.

Shenanigans ensue! Nino almost knows the Underworld better than Marinette, since he's been wandering around it for so long while Marinette's been drowning in paperwork. Eventually, Steph finds him having a panic attack in the place she first met him.

Poor girl is hit with the double whammy of, "Oh, wow, an innocent guy has feared for the rest of his soul's life for decades and that leaves a mark," and the realization that her childhood friend, who always seemed so put-together, was honestly, truly, simply a man. It was... a lot to process. They, perhaps, broke down on each other. And then Steph explains the entire situation to him! Resolution! Yay!

Nino finally gets to meet Marinette OUTSIDE of her Underworld regalia and she's... actually really nice? And super apologetic about the wrongful imprisonment thing?

He can also relate way too hard to her Loner Who No One Understands, given, you know, his whole situation. They bond... surprisingly quickly? And then Nino makes a joke about, "Wow, what a hell of a few decades, huh?" And Hades realizes... Nino has been here for nearly a century.

That's not good.

Every century, there's a retrial for each person trapped in the Underworld, even those in the morality prison. It's less about determining guilt versus innocence, and more for the Olympian gods to establish their superiority and to have scapegoats for any anger or frustration they may have.

Stephanie pounces on the opportunity to potentially fix Nino's life! They can prove he's innocent!

Nino thinks this is... a little excessive. Like, no one even hurt him? He was just kind of lonely! And now he has friends!

Marinette, in the background, has a fun little crisis because he's so nice and we LEFT HIM HERE.

Anyways. Steph is trying not to lose her mind with rage at the situation, Marinette is desperate to make things up to Nino, and Nino wants to maybe take a nap.

Long story short, his opinion on the situation is overruled. They're breaking into the ritzy, gaudy, obnoxiously rich and opulent retrial party together and proving Nino's innocence.

So! Nino has to hide somewhere, so he has to pretend to be a statue, sweating and panicking as people squint at him and move on because they are entirely and thoroughly drunk.

Poor guy is really just trying not to shake apart from nerves and he runs into an old hero friend?! OH GOD HE'S GONNA DIE --

Duke Thomas, seeing his old friend Nino Lahiffe who he's pretty sure is a criminal: dude, what the hell did you get dragged into this time?!

Nino: DUKE HIDE ME.

Duke: ... alright, sure. I figured you were innocent anyways. You're always caught up in the weird shit.

anyways so Stephanie is working behind the scenes to get a freakin',,, artifact or something that can display a person's memories with absolute Truth™️ No Tampering Guaranteed

she ends up being almost late for the Big Retrial Presentation, which is basically Zeus (who is Sabrina in this AU, RIP) enthusiastically reviewing a slideshow of How This Guy Fucked Up This Time while Marinette drinks herself into unconsciousness so she doesn't have to think about how these Literal War Criminals are HER responsibility! Fun times!

so cut to Stephanie desperately pushing through throngs of people, a bunch of people going "omg Stephanie?! hey girl hey!!! we missed you while you were in the mortal world <3" and Stephanie realizing "OH WOW I'M POPULAR AND ACTUALLY MADE A NAME FOR MYSELF NOT JUST THRU MY DAD" but she Doesn't Have Time For That!!

so she sprints to the behind the scenes, Nino is sitting with his head in his hands because "MARINETTE I RAN INTO AN OLD FRIEND WHAT IF HE OUTS ME" and Marinette going "dude your friend is the chillest hero ever you're fINE --- thank fuck STEPH HELP US"

Stephanie comes in clutch with the artifact!

Sabrina is queueing up his slideshow and Marinette says, "Sister, I want to try something different this time around. Why don't we ask him about this?" and BAM screen shows Nino's memories!

Everyone starts shrieking, things dissolve into chaos, and Persephone is really at the end of her rope. She snaps.

She just summons all her power and yells, "QUIET! AN INNOCENT MAN COULD HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED FOR A CENTURY AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS TITTER AND GOSSIP!"

Vines creep up the walls and EVERYTHING it's all dramatic and that!! Cut to Nino taking a deep breath and guiding the artifact through his memories. he… I don't know, witnesses a crime or something that Sabrina committed and Sabrina IMMEDIATELY blames it on him. She wants to sentence the guy to Not Morality Prison but Marinette goes "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime? morality prison" and she can't say shit. She just goes, "Well, Nino literally stood there as I accused him of stuff he Didn't Do and didn't even say shit, he's not gonna do anything."

So everyone's in an uproar about Wait Zeus Did WHAT -- but Nino keeps going through the memories

and everyone sees him being sentenced into the Underworld, the way Marinette is strangely gentle with him despite it all, and the way he stays in the morality prison and ends up… accidentally escaping??? and then they get to see Just Some Guy exploring the Underworld, and it's actually beautiful. Marinette runs a tight ship and it actually works really, really well.

Nino wanted to give Hades a better rep, hence why he kept the memory artifact going! At the end of the memories, everyone is just in a quiet, awed hush (because there can be a little emotional projecting that goes with the memory artifact, as a treat to me).

And then Persephone steps tf up and goes "so we sentenced an innocent man to a century in a prison for crimes he did not commit on the worlds of a liar and traitor". she turns to Nino and says, "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime?" like Marinette did to Sabrina years and years ago. and like Marinette, Nino y is actually really kind and says, "well let's ask Sabrina why she did what she did" and she breaks down and says "I THOUGHT RULING WOULD BE FUN BUT IT SUCKS I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY SOMETHING BUT Y'ALL HAVE KEPT PUTTING RESPONSIBILITY ON ME MAKE IT STOP!"

Marinette kind of sighs and goes "alright lemme fix this". end of story bc i don't want to deal with the political and social ramifications of this

rip Marinette but she's got a hypercompetent Underworld team gnawing at the bit to prove to people that their boss is Good Actually and they are DELIGHTED to restructure Olympian politics because HOLY FUCK THEY ALL SUCK AND ARE SO INEFFICIENT

Nino is basically promoted into a hero position against his will he's like "Y'ALL I DIDN'T DO SHIT" and Marinette goes "you literally saved my reputation and took care of Stephanie and maintained sanity in the Underworld while escaping prison" and Nino goes "yo have you SEEN my friends?? they're all crazy this is just part for the course"

also Nino is reunited with his friends bc He Deserves It <3

ALRIGHT WE'RE DONE THANK FUCK!!!

@maribat-get-in

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime — Fourteen // Wanda Maximoff

chapter thirteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | epilogue

author’s note: the last chapter is finally here! i hope you like it 😊

There were many times when I'd get distracted by thoughts of Wanda.

I could be going for a walk and remember that time she tripped over the flat pavement, almost bringing me down with her. I could be shopping for stationary and remember that time she almost bought the whole shop in one visit. I could be sitting by the water fountain and remember that time she tried to make a wish, only to drop her whole purse in it.

This time, I'd just woken up to the sun streaming through my curtains. I rolled over to an empty bed, hand brushing against the cold sheets as they expected more. For some reason, my subconscious decided to taunt me with a memory taking place just after we'd first made love in her room...

"I love you so much," Wanda told me with an enchanting smile.

I turned to face her, one arm comfortable under the pillow as the other rested outside the duvet, covering my bare chest. She raised her hand, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear before resting her hand there. I smiled at the contact and felt a warmth spreading all over me at the affectionate gaze she sent my way.

"I know, love, you only said it several times," I teased lightly, making her chuckle. "I love you, too, though, in case you didn't know."

She sighed contently, eyes closing. I admired how beautiful she looked with her hair sprawled over her bare shoulders, smile on her lips and freckles dusting her skin. Her touch still ghosted my body, taste still embedded between my lips, scent still wavering in my nose. She was permanent and I was certain she'd never leave.

"We should probably get up in case somebody comes to check on us," she said, interrupting my moment of admiration.

Her eyes flickered open slowly, blue with golden flecks glistening right back at me. Suddenly, anything that happened after this didn't matter to me. For once, I appreciated where we were, what we had and nothing more or less. No wedding, no future... just now.

"We should," I agreed regretfully, though her leg moved closer to mine and made me wish we could stay here longer. "I wish we didn't have to."

She smiled halfheartedly, hand moving down my cheek, caressing the skin, before they rested at my chin. She outlined my lips with her thumb before leaning forward and stealing a kiss.

"Can't we have a few more minutes?" she asked, lips brushing mine as she spoke.

She was making it very hard to deny her and judging from the playful smirk on her lips, she knew that.

"I guess we can," I agreed quietly, making her smile with satisfaction.

She rolled on top of me, capturing my lips in a kiss as her bare chest pressed to mine and my hand found her waist for support. As usual, the effect she had on me was indescribable and I couldn't imagine us ever leaving the bed. I knew for sure that I'd never been happier than I was in that moment.

It was such a perfect moment, but it haunted me. Nothing felt right without her. She'd overwhelmed all of my senses and remained, even when I didn't have her by me in person. The wedding was literally in a few weeks, but I hadn't managed to get over her.

How could I be her maid of honour when I could barely speak to her? Not without wanting to curl in a ball and cry afterwards. Every thing I did seemed to be filled with memories of her. She was inescapable.

A groan left my lips as I dragged my hand down my face with frustration. I couldn't let her get to me yet again. I had an interview with the local paper today. The last thing I needed was Wanda as a distraction.

So, with that lovely thought lingering in my mind, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for the day ahead.

—

Press interviews weren't something I was used to.

Whenever Y/B/N had them with journalists for his books, I wasn't present. The only thing I heard was when he came back and told me how it went, then I proceeded to read about it in the paper the next day.

I was sat in Steve's office at Maximoff Publishing with Steve sat by my side, sending me a supportive smile. A journalist from the local paper sat before us, notebook and pen in hand as he watched on with curious eyes.

"So, Y/N," he began. "I'll start with the obvious, if you don't mind."

I glanced at Steve who nodded encouragingly. Clearing my throat, I looked to the journalist. "Sure thing."

He smiled and glanced at his notebook before asking, "How does it feel to be published? You're Pietro Maximoff's first female author."

"An author who happens to be female," I corrected, hoping I didn't come off as rude. "And that isn't something that should be new, in my opinion. It should be normalised."

He nodded, noting it down in his notebook. "Controversy... I like it."

Swallowing hard, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I think the readers would like to know how you managed to score a publisher," he began his next question. "How exactly did you get noticed amongst the many authors that look to be published?"

Okay, not so difficult, I could answer that.

"Well, it was actually my–" I paused, Wanda's face flashing to mind. Okay, maybe a little difficult.

"Your...?" the journalist prompted.

I blinked, attempting to find my words.

"Wanda," Steve answered, starting me off.

I looked to him with grateful eyes before looking back to the journalist. "Right. Yes. Wanda."

"Your brother's fiancé, right?" the journalist asked for clarification.

"Yes," I answered, with an accidental clipped tone. "She... she was the one who gave my work to her brother. Asked him to look at it. And the rest is history."

The journalist was making notes as I spoke, nodding and humming in response, before looking to me with raised brows.

"So, the wedding," he said, making me wince subtly. "Are you excited?"

Forcing a smile, I said, "Ecstatic."

"How does it feel to have your two families uniting?" he asked, and I chewed on my lips, unsure how to respond.

"I– er–"

"Are you afraid that Y/B/N marrying Wanda may put him in Pietro's good graces?" he interrupted eagerly, leaning forward in his seat.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I didn't know what to say that wouldn't land me in hot water or make me look like a jealous sibling. Glancing to Steve questioningly, he thankfully noticed my speechlessness and gave the journalist a warning stare.

"Can you stay on topic, please?" he asked the keen journalist. "Y/N is here to talk about her book and nothing more."

"Okay, okay," the journalist gave in, making me exhale slowly. "What's next in store for your readers, Y/N? A sequel, perhaps?"

"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. "I'm still in awe at the reception from the first one."

He nodded, note taking as he listened. "How many books do you think you'll get out of your career before getting married like your brother?"

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. But I didn't get to answer as he was already moving onto his next question.

"Are you not worried about getting married? You know, men don't like smart women."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I clenched my fists by my side and was very close to strangling him before we were interrupted. A servant whom I recognised from home knocked on the door and earned everyone's attention.

"Oh, tell him to go away," the journalist said dismissively, waving his hand.

Steve looked to me and I plastered a bitter smile on my lips as I glanced at the journalist.

"I'd let him in if I were you," I told Steve, and he seemed to understand that I was about to pummel the journalist if I wasn't distracted, because he nodded and motioned for the servant to enter.

The journalist sighed rudely and I clenched my jaw before looking to the servant with a quirked brow. He looked out of breath, panting for air and face flushed red.

"Did you run here?" I realised, cocking my head to the side with confusion.

He nodded, straightening up and attempting to catch his breath. "Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Very sorry to interrupt, but your mother insisted I hurry."

My eyes widened. "Oh, God, what happened? Is she okay?"

"Kind of," he answered, before clarifying, "The wedding between your brother and Miss Maximoff has been cancelled."

"What?!" everyone in the room asked at the same time.

What did he mean the wedding had been cancelled?! Wanda and Y/B/N weren't going to get married?

"I don't know the details," the servant got out quickly. "I just know that your mother sent me to fetch you as soon as possible. She's distraught and requires you home immediately."

I nodded instantly, already making a move to stand up, then I remembered where I was.

"You mustn't publish anything you just heard," I told the journalist with a stern finger, but he seemed over the moon at the news.

"Go, Y/N, your mother needs you," Steve said, resting a hand on my shoulder as he, too, stood up. He side-eyed the journalist as he added, "I'll take care of this tool."

At that, the journalist's eyes widened with fear and judging from the smirk on Steve's lips, I knew things would be okay.

"Thank you," I told him, hugging him quickly, before looking to the servant. "I'll go now. Thank you."

After giving the servant some money to grab a treat and calm him from his breathless state, I got a carriage home with my mind racing a million thoughts a minute.

Why was the wedding off? My mum was distraught, according to the servant, so that could only mean it hadn't been her choice. Was it Y/B/N? Had he broken it off? Or maybe it was Wanda? But no. She'd never do that. She wouldn't hurt her family like that.

I wasn't sure what it was, but I definitely didn't know how to feel. This could either be heavily in my favour or go against me in the worst way possible...

When I arrived home, I found my family in the dining room. My mum was sat down, upset and shaking her head in her hands, tear marks on her face. My dad was sat beside her, rubbing her back soothingly and whispering calming things to her as my brother stood to the side, looking apologetic and uncomfortable.

"It's okay, mum, it'll be okay," he was saying to her from across the table. "It's not a big deal. I can find somebody–"

"Hello...," I began awkwardly, standing in the doorway and hesitant to move forward. "I just got the news from our servant. What happened?"

"Oh, Y/N, you shouldn't have–" my father began regretfully, before my mum slammed her hand on the table and glared at my brother.

"Y/B/N broke off the engagement!" she shouted with frustration.

"There you go...," my dad mumbled before returning his attention to his wife.

"Mum, I–"

"You did what?!" I cut Y/B/N off with raised brows. "You broke off the engagement? You dumped Wanda?"

He looked to me with sad eyes. "Y/N–"

"You idiot!" I shouted, feeling angry as I imagined the effect this must have had on the Maximoff family. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you–?!"

He grabbed my waving arm and dragged me out of the dining room, making me shove him off when we reached the hall.

"Why the hell did you break it off?!" I yelled at him with a glare. "Why would you–"

"I didn't!" he whisper-shouted back, looking down at me with a downcast expression. "She did!"

My anger faded as I realised he was telling the truth. He looked genuinely hurt, eyes glassy and a frown on his lips. Wanda was the one to break it off? What?

"She broke it off with me," he elaborated quietly, so our parents couldn't hear. "She told me this morning. She said she didn't love me and that she couldn't marry me."

I swallowed hard, looking away from him momentarily. "Why did you tell mum and dad that it was you who broke up with her?"

He pinched his forehead with agitation. "Because it looks a lot less foolish if I say it was me rather than her. She doesn't love me, Y/N. She never did."

I risked looking at him, seeing his disheartened expression. Part of me felt guilty because I knew it was my fault this had happened, but I couldn't exactly say that to him, so I stayed quiet. He shook his head once more before walking away, leaving me standing there with shock.

"Er, Miss Y/L/N?"

I spun around when one of our servants approached me.

"I know now isn't the best time," she began, "but a letter came for you earlier. I left it on your desk as you were at work."

Nodding, I offered the servant a halfhearted smile before watching her leave. There was so much to unpack right now...

I headed upstairs and to my room to see what letter was here for me. But I was finding it hard to focus since all that was on my mind was the broken engagement and Y/B/N and Wanda... I needed to see her. What the hell was I doing here?

Planning on going to see Wanda as soon as possible, I grabbed the letter from my desk with the intention of reading it on the way out, but then I recognised the handwriting on the front and paused at my desk.

It was Wanda's handwriting.

I hurried to tear open the envelope, wondering what she had to say. It was no doubt related to the broken engagement.

Dearest Y/N,

I hope that you manage to read this letter before you hear the news, but knowing our families, you'll read it afterwards. In which case, you will know that I have broken off the engagement with Y/B/N.

It was the right thing to do. I chose to do it and I'm sorry if it's caused tension between your brother and your family, but I knew that I couldn't go forward with it when I'm in love with you. I'm not expecting you to come back to me and run away together all dramatically – this isn't about that.

I did this for myself. I'm not in love with your brother and I never was. He should have known that. He had to. Because if not, I'm afraid I broke his heart. And that's the last thing I wanted.

I also did this for you. I need you to know that I'm not heartless or horrible and I didn't expect you to sacrifice anything for me. Cheating on your brother with you... I never meant for this to happen, nor did I mean to get in the way of you both. Falling in love with you was completely accidental, but I don't regret it.

I don't want to go on too much, but I just needed you to know the truth, from me, that I am truly sorry for causing you such pain. I'm still in love with you and I'll never forget what we had. In another lifetime, maybe we could have worked. I'm certain that you were always perfect for me, as was what we had. You are magic, Y/N. I just wasn't powerful enough to keep you.

When I finished reading, I flipped the page over, expecting to find more, but it was blank. She'd ended it there and I didn't know what to think. My heart was racing, mind adjusting too slowly for my liking. She'd broke it off with him for me. I knew she loved me, but I guess I'd never realised just how much.

After recovering from my shock, I put the letter away and left for Wanda's, not bothering to tell my family where I was going. My dad was attempting to console my disappointed mother as Y/B/N moped around somewhere else, so I took that as my chance to nip out without them noticing.

I was trying to plan what to say to her – I didn't even know what I wanted to say to her. She said she didn't expect me to get back with her, and even without Y/B/N and their engagement in the way, we still couldn't be together. Not like how we wanted to be. But I wanted to. I wanted her. All this time without her had been heartbreaking – I didn't want to leave her again. I didn't know the specifics of how we would work, but we could work. We had to.

When I reached her house, it was her mother who opened the door. And that's when I realised that I wasn't sure if she blamed Y/B/N or her daughter for the engagement breaking apart.

"Iryna, hi," I greeted with a nervous smile. "I'm sorry if this is a bad time–"

"Y/N, I'm glad you're here," she cut me off, immediately pulling me in for a hug. "Thank you for coming."

I nodded with mild confusion, returning the hug, before pulling away.

"I'm so sorry for the pain Wanda has caused to your family," she said regretfully. "I hope that your parents aren't as distraught as we are."

I eyed her strangely, still not sure what Wanda had told her. Either way, I didn't bother questioning it as my urgency to see Wanda was overpowering my curiosity.

"It's okay, Iryna, there's no need to apologise," I reassured her. "My family will be okay... I just thought I'd come and check in on Wanda. It's a lot, what happened."

She nodded sympathetically. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're such a good friend to her." She stood to the side to let me in. "Go on up. She's in her room. Hasn't come out since this morning."

I offered a small, awkward smile Iryna's way before letting myself in and going upstairs to Wanda's room. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry – stupidly juxtaposed – when I stopped before Wanda's door. On the way over here, I still hadn't decided what to say. I figured it would just come to me when I saw her. One could hope.

Knocking on the door, I heard her sweet, accented voice give me permission to enter. My stomach flipped at the sound and I did as she said. Closing the door behind me, I turned and saw Wanda sat at a stool before a canvas.

Noticing I didn't say anything, she glanced over her shoulder casually, probably expecting a family member. She widened her eyes when she realised it was me and immediately stood up, smoothing out her paint-covered smock in an attempt to look neater. The simple action warmed my heart – she was adorable and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hi," I said quietly.

She cleared her throat, eyes darting around nervously. "Hey. I didn't– what are– hi."

I let my eyes wander, admiring her messy ponytail and the strokes of paint on her face that she definitely wasn't aware of. She was stunning, even with her confused eyes and pursed lips. Better yet, her hand was ring-free and I was reminded of the fact that she wasn't engaged anymore.

"I assume you're here because you read the letter," she began apologetically, but I didn't let her finish because the longer I was in her presence, the more I realised I wanted to kiss her.

Approaching her, I found her eyes before pressing my lips to hers. My hands cupped her cheeks as I held her close, revelling in her taste and scent and touch. She was quick to react, her fingers curling around my waist and tugging me towards her, squeezing our bodies together. Breathing became a problem and we regretfully had to pull away, but remained close enough to exchange breaths and swim in each other's eyes. I'd never been more relieved to see the colour green.

"You're not mad," she realised, looking between my eyes as if trying to search for some anger.

"How can I be mad that you broke off your engagement for me, knowing we can never be together in the way that you deserve?" I asked with disbelief.

She smiled beautifully, making my heart flutter in my chest. "You still love me."

I stole another kiss from her lips. "I never stopped, Wanda. Of course I still love you."

She rested her forehead to mine and closed her eyes peacefully. "Thank you for coming back."

I laughed, feeling tears brim my eyes. "I'm not leaving again, love. We'll find a way to make this work. I promise you that."

Wanda Maximoff deserved the world. And I was going to give it to her in this lifetime and beyond.

[eletronicmonkey]

Sex night

↪characters: Aizawa Shota x dom!reader

↪genre: smut, fluff

↪pronouns: not mentioned--AFAB reader

↪TW/CW: sitting face, squirting, aizawa cumming untouched, oral sex (reader receiving), dom!reader, uses of petname, uses of master title. (let me know if I forgot something)

↪WC: 1.722

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Probably there are so many grammar errors, so I’m sorry.

Please, reblog. It’ll makes me happy! Hope you enjoy <3

I open the door of our apartment with a heavy sigh, day was exhausting, so much trouble for so little time. I leave my purse on the hall table and went ahead for the living room searching for him.

"Baby, I'm home!"

"Coming!" Aizawa shout from the bathroom

I enter the kitchen to drink some water while he's finishing his shower. I sit on the chair's bench passing through the social apps in my phone, getting immersed in trivial things. I didn't notice him approaching my side, only lifting my head when I feel him involving me in his slender arms. I put the phone down returning the hug and hiding my face in his neck, inhaling his fresh scent, feeling all my tiredness leaving me.

"How was your day, kitty?" I smile hearing the nickname. Always loved his voice, even when he's only murmuring to himself something about the students turning his life into hell, it's so quiet and calm, relaxing. He has this effect on me, regardless of anything he can always calm me down.

"Stressful, at least I'm here with you now. Yours?"

"Normal" He starts patting my head slowly, leaving sweet kisses all over my face and finishing with a peck on my lips. I smile and tighter the embrace as a thank you.

"Are you hungry?" I give him a nod "Good. I'm gonna make something for us"

I stay sitting, watching him cooking for us, admiring the sight. His face frowned in concentration as he cut the vegetables, his hands floating through the kitchen leaking skills as everything he did. The dinner was set on the table one hour after.

After the soup, I went to the bathroom for a shower.

Now we're laying on the sofa watching TV, my head positioned on his arm while his other one is surrounding my waist, my back against his chest, and his face hiding between my neck and shoulders, his breathing warming me up in a comforting way.

"Are you awake?" I turn to face him without an answer.

"Hi," He says before leaving a peak on my lips. I smile and return the kiss. "Can I help you relax?" Aizawa lifted himself, doesn't waiting for my response, and put himself on top of me, kissing my jawline.

"Baby, I'm sorry but I'm very tired," I said, throwing my head back allowing him more access to my skin.

"You don't need to do anything. Please, I wanna make you feel good" I let go a sigh hearing his voice on the foot of my ear, causing me goosebumps. He smiled, knowing that he won. "I need hear you saying, kitty."

"If you don't run with it maybe I change my mind" He chuckles.

"Ok, ok, I understood," He says as he reaching for the hem of my shirt lifting it, and throwing the piece of clothing to the floor.

He goes down while leaving wet kisses along the way. He's staring at my chest with lusty and a small smile playing on his lips. He starts with sweet pecks between my breasts becoming wet open mouth ones, he reaches the nipples and starts sucking around the bud. I grip his black strands and pull it harder, getting a hum of the older—he adores when I treat him roughly—signaling that he was supposed to stop teasing. Getting the message, he opens his mouth and gets the bud between teeth, circling it with his tongue and sucking it hard getting a moan of his name. I arch my back, gripping his hair stronger and pulling his head closer to me,—if that were possible—getting a groan from the bottom of his throat and a bite on my swelling bud. Aizawa always said that he loves my breasts, the feeling of them against his face goes him crazy. While he's giving attention to one breast his free hand starts playing with the neglected one. All of this, he does, looking directly into my eyes.

He continues playing with my breasts, alternating between them until he gets pleased. I pull his face up for a kiss. And he continues his path. After, he passed through my belly, leaving sucks, kisses, bites. Before he gets my remaining clothes off me, he licks around my bellybutton while he saw me shivering at the feeling of his tongue. He pulls off my shorts and underwear and looks directly at my cunt, soaked after his teasing, with an intense look, he runs his nose against my core, smelling my desire. He takes his hands to my clit and pulls the hood up, leaving it exposed to him—all I can do is breathing heavily, my legs shaking for the waiting. My body is burning with desire, I can feel the sweat all over my body. Then, he blows the swollen clit and my legs shake more, I let a whispering "fuck" pass through my dry lips. I grip his hair again, pulling his face closer to my core, but I find resistance. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and turned us on the sofa making me sit on his chest. Seeing my confusion he explains "I want you to sit on my face, ride my face until you feel satisfied. I want you to use my face for your pleasure." He can feel me shivering and shaking with desire at his submissive tone. God, he knows what he does to me. As one last blow, he whispers "Please, maste-" I didn't allow him finished his ask, I'm smothering him with my pussy and locking my legs around his face grabbing his hair. We both groan simultaneously at the feeling. He wraps his arms around my legs and presses them around his face. He gives the first lick from the bottom up, dragging his tongue to the clit and moving in circular motions at a slow pace, return to the hole, in and out, circling it, dragging his teeth on my clit. Always hitting the right places. I can't control my moans at this point, I'm pressing my legs tighter around the side of his head. I can feel his nose on my clit, his whimpers as I use his face. I reach forward e and grab the sofa arm.

"SHIT!! that's it, baby, like that -fuck-" He sucked hard my clit, that's my limit. I press his face on my core and starting ride faster, his hands are squeezing my thighs and he's eating me out like I'm your last meal. "Oh my god, that's it, baby boy. You're so good - fuck- I love your mouth, always so good!" I said, looking at his beautiful face between my legs—like a faithful devotee—and I'd see his eyes rolling to the back of his head and shooting close. "Look at me." He stayed that way "I said to look at me." I raise my hips and he opens his eyes immediately.

"Why did you stop?" He raises his head searching for my cunt. I push him back to the sofa.

"You are going to look straight into my eyes until I say that's enough. Do you understand?" I grab his dripping sticky face, covered with my juices, waiting for his response.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I- please, I need more." I almost cum on the spot, fuck, why he has to be so fucking beautiful.

I return to my previous position, riding his face. Aizawa takes his fingers to my slit, rubbing the hole and put two fingers, bumping into, twisting his wrist just that right way, curling his fingers, hitting my g-spot, sucking, licking, leaving little bites over my clit. I could pass out from so much pleasure. All are incredibly pleasant, overwhelming. I can feel my climax getting more and more closer—but a little bit different as the usual—Aizawa, noticing it too, quicken his pace and unconsciously starts slightly bumping his hips into the air. I hold his hair tighter, pulling his black strands, my legs start shaking, my chest moving up and down with my breathing becomes desperate, my vision gets blank; I arch my back, throwing my head back, feeling the knot in the stomach tighter, my walls clenching in Aizawa's fingers. "CLOSE - FUCK"

He's watching me intensely, carefully, and marveling himself with the sight, getting more and more pleased by himself, knowing that he's the one who makes me feel that way, that he's capable of getting me like this, above him, riding his face and pleasuring myself, using and abusing of him, just like the way I enjoy.

I reached my climax with a loud moan of his name, arching my back and tensing all my muscles, cumming, squirting, all over his face. To Aizawa, that's the vision of the gods, he can't help himself of arch his own back—feeling his cock twitching and his balls squeezing, feeling his entire body burning, the coil in his stomach compressing tighter —his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and, just like that, he came, with a muffled loud groan he cum inside of his trousers.

I feel my body getting relax and heavy. Aizawa helps me to lay beside him while he's licking his lips, savoring my taste.

"Oh, my-fuck- baby. This was amazing." Aizawa says as he drags me to lay in his chest, wrapping me in a hug. I start to kiss him and reach my hand down to help him but he holds my hand intertwining his fingers with mine, kissing the back of it. "You don't need to, I'm already done"

"Oh- this was hot" He chuckles hiding his face between my neck and shoulder.

We stayed lie until we recover and went to the shower for cleaning and relaxing.

Now we're in the bathtub, my back against his chest, his arms wrapping my body, and his head laying in my shoulders. I'm patting his head humming some songs.

"Are you relax?"

"I can say so" Smiling I reaching for his lips, leaving a small kiss "Thank you, love"

[colossal-fallout]

Hi, it's Reri! :D I'm once again asking for smut (what else?). I was wondering if you can write something that involves Reiner x Female Reader. I would like them to have that kind of feral moment, you know, probably Reiner literally RIPPING OFF THE SHIRT of the poor reader and smashing her like mashed potatoes and maybe leaving some marks on her body. Fic? HCs? The choice is yours. <3 Pretty please! Thank you so much for your time!!

Hello beautiful 😘

I am more than happy to give you some Reiner Smut. He's just... On another level 🥵🥵 hope you enjoy.

Feral sex with Reiner Braun h/c's

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Female bodied reader X Reiner Big balls Braun

Impreg kink.

So, you've gotten yourself in a bit of a sticky situation with Reiner Braun. (Lucky you). He's beyond just horny. Every primal binding within his DNA is screaming to fuck and impregnate you - right now.

No other person would do. It's you and your scent. Your skin. Your insides he needs to devour. Like a starving great white that has just caught a whiff of blood, his pupils dilate and his mouth starts to salivate. Not to mention his soaring heart rate and temperature starting to produce small beads of sweat on his head.

Towering over you, he corners his pray his lips colliding with yours with a loud groan. Large calloused hands grope and grasp frantically, ripping off your shirt with one easy movement. Buttons fly around the room, bouncing off the floor with loud patters. His instincts are to clasp his eyes shut in desperation - but he keeps his now dark orbs open, wanting to see every tiny detail on his woman.

You're so overwhelmed but in the most wonderful way. Your senses are assaulted and invaded over and over again. His lips, his teeth, his hands, his throbbing errection, fit to burst, pressing against you.

Before you know it you're naked and thrown onto the bed with a low growl, his body pressing against yours before you even stop bouncing.

His solid chest and abs ridge along you as he slithers his body up and down - unable to keep himself still for too long, needing every single little stimulation from you possible.

He's panting heavily, hands running over every inch of your skin, desperate groans in your ear as he begins to gruffly verbalise his need for you.

"I need you."

"I'm going to fuck you into the next world."

"Babe... My dick is aching for you."

His body is usually warm, but right now you could almost see steam rising from his flesh, rolls of heat from his inferno of desire swirling deep within him.

His mouth clasps around your clit not starting slow like he usually does. His flicks are fast immediately and urgently as his large two fingers push into you, groaning into your cunt at your smell and taste.

He needs to open you up and get you going before he could possibly fit his king cock inside of you.

He sloppily yet amazingly made out with your quivering pussy, the slicking sounds of his wet mouth like music to your ears.

His fingers curl in you and begin to roughly rock, instantly sending shooting stars across your vision.

"Do my fingers feel good inside your tight pussy, baby?"

"Let daddy know he's doing a good job."

Daddy?!

He didn't usually refer to himself as that, but he was so clouded with intense lust and passion, anything could slur out of his mouth at this point.

"You going to make me a dad?" He reiterated noticing your small flicker of confusion.

You nod, biting your lip.

He moans deeply at your answer, returning his mouth to your external G spot, lapping like a wolf who hadn't drank in days.

He recognises the familiar pattern of your internal clenching, knowing you were going to orgasm soon.

"Shit..." He hisses in an admiring daze.

He doesn't let up once as you reach the heavens, pushing you into over stimulation territory.

Pulling himself away, he returns to kissing your mouth, tasting your sweet cum on his warm tongue.

He's so fired up at this point, the front of his hair is starting to stick to his forehead with his sweat.

His teeth clamp down harshly on your neck, sucking and marking as he lines himself up to your core, his large head forcing its way into your small entrance.

He pushes and pushes, it slowly but surely worming its way inside of you. The stretching sensation too good to bear.

"Good girl. You can take it. You're doing so well..." He encourages you, already sweetly frustrated he can't just pound into you as his primal urges command him to.

Your back arches, your nails dig into whatever surface is available - sheets or your lovers broad shoulders.

He's still slowly pushing, when it finally passed the threshold and slides all the way into you, a loud groan vibrating his chest.

He clasps your wrists together in one large hand as he sits up, pushing your thighs up with the other as if forbidding you to escape. (Like you'd want to)

He pounds into you, his balls slapping off your ass, his hips rolling again and again, over and over, his abs moving under his skin as he did so.

His groans are so fucking loud right now. Like... Omg.

"Gonna fill you to the brim, baby."

"Gonna make sure you... Argh fuck... You can't walk after this."

"You're gonna be so full of my cum."

He releases his grip on your wrist before opening your legs wide and leaning over you, dipping his cock so deeply into you, you thought you could feel it in your throat.

You've never heard him make such primal noises before. You fucking love it though.

He suddenly flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air as he pushes himself back in, your eyes rolling as his huge hand pushes on your back, ensuring you stay down so he can be as deep inside you as possible.

"You're gonna be so full it's gonna be leaking from your mouth."

He's almost delirious at this point - his balls tightening and ready to unload everything into you.

"I'll split you in half with this cock you love so much."

You cry out loud as your insides pull him deeper, absorbing him into your orgasm.

The only way I can describe the noise he makes when he cums is like a very loud "NNNRRRRRR!" growl through his teeth.

His eyes roll and his knees almost buckle as he empties himself deep in your core, your orgasm sucking up all of his hot mess into your cervix.

"y/n ! Shit! Oh my god..."

Let's just say, when Reiner is in his rare Dom feral mode (he's usually a softer Dom or a slight sub) it's one hell of a ride. And it won't be just the one round either.

I am in love with this wonderful human 💞