#rough around the edges but i think it captures what i wanted well enough

[exandrothinadresseveryday]

DRESSTOBER DAY 1 ✧ "DICE"

DAY 120: Word prompt was submitted by an anon (feel free to submit a one word prompt of your own through the asks)! As soon as I saw it I knew EXACTLY what I had to draw, like c'mon it was right there. Transparent ver under the cut.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

When Nobody's Around

luke castellan x reader

capture the flag pt 2!

A/N: not me keeping my promises and posting three days in a row

TW: so much smut omg, throat-fucking, pussy slapping, cockwarming, overstim

word count: 1,225 words

After what happened with Luke the other day, you need to do something to cool off, to get your mind off of it. Training is the perfect thing. You make your way down to the grounds with Clarisse. Your half-sister is the perfect person to train with because she fights so hard that it gives you no chance to think.

“Fuck.” You murmur. You’re already there when you realize you forgot something. “I have to go back for my sneakers.” 

“Don’t take too long, dumbass.” She smirks and you roll your eyes before jogging back to your cabin. It’s so weird because you could’ve sworn on your life that you had brought them.

You shake off the feeling and open the cabin door. There shouldn’t be anyone inside, all your siblings are training and whatnot. There shouldn’t be anyone in there, especially not  Luke Castellan who is sitting on your bed, holding your sneakers.

What. The. Fuck.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He states, giving you an easygoing grin.

“Get out of my cabin.”

“No.”

“Not only are you not meant to be in here, I also don’t want you here.” Your voice is angry as you walk towards him.

“I think you do.”

You scoff. “Stop acting like you know me.” 

He gives you a sly smile. “But I do know you… very intimately.”

“If you’re here for another hookup, it’s not going to happen.” You say adamantly.

He stands up, walking towards you. You hate the way he towers over your smaller body. “I’m actually here to apologize.” 

“Apologize?” You ask doubtingly, not really thinking he was the type.

“Yeah.” His hands fall to your waist. You don’t shove him off right away, waiting to see where this all goes. “I was very rough with you before.” His hand slides up to hold your chin, thumbing your lip. “Maybe I wanted to be more gentle this time? Get down on my knees and eat you nice and slow.”

“I can’t stand you.” You breathe out as his hand ghosts down, rubbing over your breast.

“You’re such a damn brat.” He gives you a squeeze. “I thought I fucked that out of you last time but apparently not.”

You want to come up with some clever retort but all you can do is whimper in response.

“Now, how about you get on your knees and if you suck me well enough maybe, just maybe, i’ll get you off.”

You drop to your knees. You hate to admit it but you like the way he talks to you. No other guy has enough confidence to try and put you in your place.

“What a submissive little slut.” He coos as he grips your hair with one hand.

“I’ll bite your cock off.” You say as you unzip his jeans, tugging them down.

“We both know that would be more of a loss for you than me.” He chuckles at how your eyes widen when he pulls his dick out. He may have been inside of you but you never actually saw how big he is. “Suck it.”

You glare but take him in your mouth as far back as you can. You gag when the tip of him touches the back of your throat.

“That’s right, baby. Choke on my cock.” He murmurs as he begins to thrust into your mouth languidly. Your eyes water as you try to suck him off but it’s more like being throat-fucked instead with the way he grips your hair to pull your head back and forth. He gives a little slap to your cheek. “No teeth.” He warns as he continues to use your mouth like he pleases.

You’re surprised when he pulls out before finishing. “You can swallow my cum another time. I plan on keeping my promises.”

When you’re on your feet, Luke pulls you into a kiss. He taps your ass once so you jump, letting him hold you as he walks you back to your bed. He parts his lips from yours, placing you down so you sit on the edge of your bed.

“It’s your turn to get on your knees.” You say cheekily.

“Don’t go acting like you’re in charge.” He says but kneels anyhow. “I’m not opposed to giving that ass a few more smacks.” You shift a bit at the comment as he pulls off your pants. “Oh, maybe you’d like that.”

“I wouldn’t.” You lie as he yanks down your panties, revealing how wet you are.

“No?” He asks, amused before laying a harsh smack to your cunt. You drip out more arousal. “Liar.” He murmurs before digging in.

His hands hold tight to your thighs as he buries his face in your cunt. It’s stimulating too much and just the right amount all at once. You begin to whine and try to squirm away but he keeps you firmly in place with his strong hands as he laps up your arousal.

“Better than fucking ambrosia.” He looks up, grinning like a devil before nipping at your clit. Your hand is in his hair now, pulling tightly as you’re so close… so close and then… he stops.

“Luuuke…” You whine in frustration.

“Sorry, baby but you’re gonna cum around my cock.”

He picks you up like you weigh nothing and throws you back further on the bed before shifting his body between your legs. He uses his dick to tease your clit and you whimper.

“Please, Luke.” You beg, looking at him with doe eyes.

“Look at you, so pretty as you beg to be fucked. I’ll give you what you want.” His words are so lewd but his voice is so gentle.

He slips himself inside of you in one go, once again not caring about you adjusting. Though, he exercises a bit more restraint this time, not moving quite yet. He at least wants you to be able to walk somewhat well after this. He leans down to kiss your neck, leaving love bites that you'll have to explain later before he actually starts to give you what you need. He begins to thrust, trying to avoid acting like a rabid dog even if he knows you like it.

“You’re so fucking tight. Never had such a tiny little pussy before.” The way you squeeze around him has him throwing all decorum out the window. He begins to fuck into you like this is the last chance he’ll get.

“Mmm Luke, harder.” You beg.

“Fucking slut.” He says with a grin before slinging your leg over his shoulder so he can piston into you deeper.

“Want you… to cum… inside.” The words have him going feral. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, making you spasm under him.

“Is that all it takes? Barely even had to touch your sweet pearl.” You cream around his cock and he fucks you through it. The overstimulation has you seeing stars but after a few moments, his thrusts finally begin to slow. He stills and you feel his hot cum spurt into you, filling you to the brim until it spills out.

He slumps down on you, pressing tired kisses to your collarbone as he lets you cockwarm him.

“Want me to go?” He asks. 

It should be an easy answer. You should say yes.

“No… stay.” 

And he smiles.

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[dilfsfordinner]

Escarmiento- Miguel O’hara x fem!spider reader

a/n- spoiler warning for atsv!!! Some of the things in this I don’t agree with based off of my personal opinion for certain characters, but y/n, for story sake, agrees with Miles

warnings- eventual smut, predator/prey dynamics, spanking, edging, degradation, explicit language, size kink, biting, mean/rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, aftercare, soft miggy after he realizes he was an ass

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“You’re an anomaly. You don’t belong here, you don’t even belong in your universe. Everything you’ve done…”

The sound of your husband’s voice rang between your ears as you squeezed between the growing crowd, the dark blue and red of Miguel’s “lair” reflecting off the suits of the hundreds of spider people slowly congregating around the boy you knew as Miles Morales. For weeks, Miguel was infatuated with this Morales kid, infatuated with the idea of capturing him so that he could save everyone, so he could save you, as he loved to say.

Slowly but surely, you found yourself standing at the front, watching as the young boy was on the receiving end of a very familiar type of lecture. “-kid, you can’t have everything, you can’t save everyone. Spider-man makes sacrifices, that’s the way it has to be,” Miguel’s tone was strong, unwavering, as he told the kid the unfortunate truth of the situation.

Gwen, Peter, Hobie (who could not care less about the situation), Jess, and your husband all battered the kid with their takes, with their opinions on the situation and you could tell that he wasn’t having any of it. The others in the room also thought it their place to partake in this ping pong match of morals, their voices overstimulating even to your ears. It was obvious that Miles felt suffocated, lied to, attacked, and you couldn’t just sit back and watch.

“What if he’s right?”

…

The room went silent at your words, every single spider lensed eye turning to look at you as you stepped forward, a pair of scarlet eyes meeting your own, narrowing slightly. “What if nothing happens? I mean, how are any of us supposed to live if we stay trapped by the rules of the unknown?”

A sigh left the lips of the spider you knew all too well, his gloved hand running down his face as he turned to you. “We’re “trapped” by those rules for a reason. They’re the only thing holding everything together. You should know that more than anyone.”

Yes, you knew all too well what would happen if the canon was disrupted, being Miguel’s only pillar to trust and lean on for him to be vulnerable enough to share his story. That was one case though. One instance out of countless others that were possible.

With careful steps, you walked toward them until you were side by side with Miles, his wide eyes watching you literally take his side, the first out of hundreds to step up.

“Amor.. being bitten by that spider should’ve caused irrevocable damage in his universe, should it not have?” You questioned him, his strong arms crossing as he pondered the fact, “It wasn’t canon, so by your reasoning, all hell should’ve broken loose in his universe. But it didn’t. Miles may very well be an anomaly, but if he can commit non-canon acts without consequences, there’s nothing stopping us from letting him save his father.”

With a scoff, your husband’s hand turned to gesture the scenes projected behind him, the sight of universes crumbling, millions of lives wiped out due to one action. “This is why we can’t let him. If the kid is allowed to do whatever he wants, every single universe would end up in shambles because one little thread of reality was tugged loose.”

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but to some degree, you did agree with Miguel. You knew how important it was to uphold the rules of the multiverse, but there was just something different with Miles. You couldn’t help but think that this was different, that his case was truly unique.

“He’s staying. I don’t care about hypotheticals or any other possible outcomes-”

Using Miguel’s voice as a cover, as inconspicuous as possible, your gloved hand lightly tugged at Miles’ pinky, and when his eyes glanced at your still frame, you whispered under your breath, “Use your palms.” Miles’ eyebrows furrowed at your comment, his shoulders squaring as Miguel approached the both of you.

“-he’s not going anywhere until we know for sure that he’s not a threat.” Miguel’s hand closed around your wrist, pulling you away from the boy’s side as you watched him pull a red disk from the air behind him, casually throwing it at the boy’s feet, a red cage snapping up around the panicking kid.

Miguel was immediately battered with pleas to let him go, specifically by Gwen and Peter, as Miles yelled and slammed against his enclosure. Slipping away from the turmoil and shouting, you caught Miles’ gaze and nodded slightly, his eyes going wide at the realization of your words. His hands pressed against the red lining, a muttered sentence leaving his lips before the cage shattered and every single spider-person was thrown backwards by the sheer force. Everyone besides you of course, who was conveniently standing next to a freed Miles, your webbing attached to the floor the only anchor you had to prevent from flying back.

Scarlet eyes immediately snapped to you, your gaze full of guilt as Miles turned to sprint, your legs quickly following as the shout of your name boomed behind you, your eyes flitting back to find a rage-filled Miguel with hundreds of spiders at his heels, pursuing Miles, and unfortunately, you as well.

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Part Two

[startwelve]

I Love You Too

Pairing: Maddy Pérez x male!reader/reader Summary: Maddy makes up the reader and how they met Warnings: A bit of obscenity. Without checking. Not my best, but worst job. I think the gender of the reader is not mentioned. Note: Sorry for the absence, I have a busy life, but I'm back with this Maddy fic. Sorry, she doesn't have the same narrative as my other fics, but I wanted to post something.

"Please be careful. Don't poke my eye out"

Maddy laughed.

"Stop whining"

She was straddling you and painting your lower eyelid black. You're sitting on her bed with your back leaning against the head of her bed and your hands gripping her hips, drawing imaginary circles with your thumbs. And a Pink Floyd song in the background.

You and Maddy had planned to study for history at her house, ending in a make-out session in her bed and on the way to something else. But on your part there was no desire, then Maddy had an idea; Makeup. Even if you listen to rock, it wasn't your thing to be in eyeliner and all that.

You gave her a kiss and as she walked away, she smiled.

"Your smile is very pretty," you're flattered.

Maddy smiled even more.

You were so cute with her that she didn't want you to ever leave her side. All of her previous boyfriends of hers were very… Nate. And luckily for her, she opened her eyes at it.

After breaking up with Nate, she decided to take some time, clear some things up, and meet more people. Then one night out, she met you. You were sitting on a sofa in the corner of the room, away from everyone. A friend of yours had dragged you to the place. That environment was not your thing. Pop music? It made you vomit. You'd rather be at a Metallica concert. Therefore, you were sitting, smoking a cigarette, oblivious to what was happening around you. Until you saw her in the crowd.

Her dance had mesmerized you, and you couldn't take your eyes off her. Maddy captured her and that night they ended up in a room in that unknown house.

At first, it was just that. Both you and her did not feel that you had something in common to take those meetings to something more. Well, that's what you thought until one afternoon…

You kissed her neck, while you rubbed with the rough tip of your finger, her soft and swollen clit, causing moans and sighs to spill from her lips. She was already reaching the edge of her, her vagina clenching around nothing and her moans getting louder. I grab your face, she attracted you in a messy kiss and without thinking she whispered; I love you.

You turned away from her completely and frowned at her, confused by her statement.

"I love you too," you confessed and kissed her again.

After that event, you and Maddy started dating. There were moments of tension, but nothing worrying enough to end in a separation.

Going back to the beginning…

"I'm done," Maddy said.

I hand you a mirror, and she bit her lower lip as you examined the final work. You smiled.

"I like it"

-Yeah? Maddy asked.

"Yes," you confirmed.

"From here on, you will do it to me," you said without taking your eyes off your reflection in the mirror.

Maddy smiled. You thought of continuing with her in the future, and he really liked the idea of her, because it was one of the best things he had of her in her life.

[fanfiction-blep]

Hi! Can I ask for like, a pissed off Navi quaritch, like angry/makeup sex. You made him mad but he doesn’t wanna stay away so finds another way to satisfy the anger?? Fem reader please ♥️

I had plans for tonight, I suddenly have a prior commitment. The commitment is writing angry Quaritch smut. fuuuuck this has me getting all flustered I wont lie.

Angry Sex~ Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, angry quaritch, spanking, dom, degradation.

I don't know what you did. It could be a list of different things. ;)

He could be having a bad day and you just push his buttons. He could be working on something really important, and you interrupt him? not a normal interruption you're feeling needy maybe?

Or something goes wrong and he is just pissed off. Maybe you get into a fight? A very public fight, you bite back at something he said under his breath. He is a private man and doesn't like the idea of any domestics taking place in a public place.

It could have absolutely nothing to do with you, something may have just pissed him off completely.

If you had pissed him off best believe he will punish you, its just well accepted in the fandom this man adores spanking. It's his favourite form of punishment.

Depending on the level of anger though it may not be his first move, he may need to vent his anger but he doesn't want to hurt you. too badly. So he will let out a little of his pent up rage before he gets to the spanking.

So let's say something else has ticked him off, he'll find you. Whether your in your shared room or working.

If your working he'll walk over lean down to your height level lips brushing against the shell of your ear his breath causing a shiver down your spine. "Bedroom, now" His words igniting a mixture of fear and anticipation rolling over you body concentrating in your core. Lets just say you run to the bedroom.

Now if you are already in your bedroom doing mundane tasks like folding laundry he'll come up to you kissing you passionately. "Need you so bad" He would mumble against your lips.

Placing his hands under your knees lifting you up and taking you over to the closest elevated surface, pulling your hands behind your back tying them tightly. "Gonna take this cock real good huh?" He'd mumble pulling down your trousers and underwear, quickly discarding your own.

You've been with him long enough that you know it's best to be direct and obedient. Though not in your nature, tempting the beast when in this state was not the best idea. But your too turned on to think straight, and you forget the number one rule. Words.

His finger and thumb would push your cheeks together pouting your lips. "Common princess, haven't even fucked ya yet and your already going all dumb on me" His lips would curl in a sneer, mocking you. The only thing on his mind was fucking your wet cunt until you scream his name.

One hand pumping his cock the other making its way to your throat squeezing on the sides, yours eyes flutter shut walls clenching around nothing at the feeling.

"Look at ya, dirty girl" "Ya like it rough huh?" He pushed the head of his cock through your wet folds "Fuck, so wet" "Haven't even touched ya yet" You force your eyes open to look up at him, pushing your hips forward desperate to feel him inside you. "Please, Sir"

He pushes himself inside of you in one swift motion bottoming out. A strangled moan leaving your throat at the feeling, Quaritch starts a brutal pace. The odd grunt and growl rumbling in his chest at the feeling of tightening around him. His fingers applying more pressure increasing the shared pleasure between you.

"Dirty lil slut, getting all tight cus you like me choking ya" "Gonna cum for me huh?" He ruts his hips faster his free hand rubbing harsh circles on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. "Please" You whine. "Please Daddy-" "Need it so bad" You push your hips to meet his thrusts. His fingers working faster on your clit. He leans in to capture your lips with his own, swallowing the mewls you produced.

"Cum for me" You squeeze around his length a high pitched moan erupting from your chest, his hips continuing to fuck you riding you through your orgasm.

He pulls out of you, pulling you off the table and re-positing you to lay chest down, ass up. He plunges inside of you once again, tangling his fingers in the roots of your hair. His lips parting as a snarl rolls of his tongue.

He continues to fuck you hard against the desk, incoherent words falling from your mouth.

Like I said he loves spanking, and if you were the cause of his frustrations he would step away, removing himself from your warm walls. You would turn your head to look at him, desperate for his touch. A sharp sting hitting the skin of your ass taking you by surprise, a sadistic chuckle falling from his lips.

"Take it." He would bit teeth bearing he wouldn't stop until your skin had turned a light shade of pink the skin sore and sensitive to touch. He would Push himself back into you, the tips of his fingers dancing over the vulnerable skin. Enjoying how your body jolted at the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure. He would pull you up against his chest, one hand playing with the pert nipples of your chest. The other lightly flicking your sensitive clit.

You couldn't feel your legs, all ability to stand had been lost. Your throat was sore from crying out, no ability to form words. "You like it when I fuck ya like this huh" He would grunt against your ear enjoying the state he had fucked you into

"Love it when i fuck ya dumb? like being a little cock slut" "gonna keep ya here all night my lil fuck toy" His thrusts would be sloppy and inconsistent. Rutting into you with heavier force he would push his fingers against your clit.

"Gonna cum with me? gonna cum with daddy?" You'd nod rapidly thrusting your hips half heartedly. "Cum for me" He would grunt trying to hold off his orgasm until you clench around him. You both moan as you clamp down on his length your orgasm tearing though your body. "FUUUck" He stilled inside of you painting your walls with his cum.

Rough sex with Quaritch always left you sore, unable to walk or talk for a long while. But you were always left satisfied.

[writingwarden]

hii! i saw your recent story about logan walker and am like on a logan rampage rn lol, do you think you can write something where reader is captured with logan (they are in a relationship) and basically while they are in there reader is in worse condition than him and he protects her the whole time, and they eventually get rescued together? Love your writing and if this isnt possible thats totally fine no worries

I am also on a Logan Rampage, he's so underrated! Well, you know what they say, "If you want something done you got to do it yourself!"

Logan Walker x Reader

Tw- Near death experience, torture, canon typical violence, Drugging, Angst, Coming to terms with one's own mortality, previously established relationship, slightly inaccurate medical knowledge.

Word Count- 2k

Summary- It would take a miracle to get out of this alive.

[Call Sign- Weaver]

The cell door slides open, the horrible screeching of the hinges warning you of the pain and ridicule to come. You stayed curled up on the cold concrete floor as Rorke’s boots appeared in your blurred vision. 

How long have you been in this cell? How long had it been since he dragged you and Logan from that beach? You had lost count after the first week, too focused on not letting the man break you. 

Rough hands grab under your shoulders, you knew what was about to happen and if you had the energy you would have cried. Frustration clipped at the edges of the deep bone tiredness you felt now. Day after day Rorke tortured you and Logan, trying to break you until you were nothing. Both of you had fought in the beginning, not willing to go down without a fight. But Rorke is very good at what he does. He tried to use you two against each other once he found out you were together. Beating on one of you while the other was being held back, helpless to do anything. Drugging you with hallucinogens and leaving you writhing on the ground trapped in your mind. 

A calloused hand gripped harshly under your chin, forcing you to look at the monster standing in front of you. Rorke tilted your head back and forth, a mocking sneer as he let go of your face. “Not dead yet?” he asks in an almost giddy tone. Like this was the funniest thing he has ever seen. 

The deep red scratch marks across his face and down his throat had scabbed over since the last time he had taunted Logan with you as the bait. Rorke had been stupid enough to believe Logan had no strength left and didn’t bother tying him down to the chair as the “Ghost Killer” burned the hot end of a cigar into your skin.

The searing heat of the cigar had you weakly flinching as Rorke pressed it into your skin. “You know,” the man started, gesturing at Logan who sat slumped in a chair across from you, “These are nice cigars. You want one?” He offers the cigar to Logan. Your lover gives no reaction to Rorke’s offer, instead staring straight ahead at you. His gaze was unyielding but not all there. 

Rorke laughs, turning back to face you. “How rude.” He slams the cigar into your collarbone, causing you to jerk violently in your chair, a pained high pitched whine from your throat. That sound was a trigger, Logan launching himself from his chair and slamming his weight onto Rorke, wrapping his hands around the man's throat. 

It didn’t take much for Rorke to push Logan off of him, but not before Logan dragged his hand down Rorke’s cheek and throat. Angry red lines forming as blood blooms out of them.

The lack of answer from you doesn’t seem to bother him as he nods at the guards holding you upright. They start walking, dragging your body along with them down the hall. You know where they are taking you, having memorized every step of this walk to the other end of the cell block. To the one that Logan was being held in. Barely conscious as the door opens and you’re tossed forward onto the ground like a doll discarded by a child throwing a tantrum. 

Letting out a pained groan as your body collides with the ground, the bleeding wounds on your abdomen catching fire with the movement. Infection was surely in your veins. The door slams shut with a loud bang and the sound of keys jingling as the door is locked. Rorke chuckles, “It’s only fair you get to watch her die. Enjoy the last moments together, lovebirds.” Then his footsteps are walking away.

There is more movement in the cell, then Logan’s hands are on you, pulling you weakly against his own body. With a solid thud Logan falls back against the wall with you now laying half in his lap. His breaths are short and rapid. Slowly he brings his hand up to your head, cradling you like a lifeline. 

Rorke was right. You didn’t have much time left and your body knew. It would take a miracle for you to survive this. Against everything you had been taught or had thought, all hope of a rescue had been squished. A small part in your broken body pangs with dull pain at the thought. You had held out hope that the Ghosts would rescue you from this cold hell. But who were you fooling? The last sight you had seen before waking up here had been Hesh, lying against a rock. His blood spilling onto the sand as you and Logan were dragged away.

The Federation now in shambles would leave your teammates with bigger problems. So now you were dying but at least Logan was here. It is cruel but you wouldn’t mind if he was the last thing you saw in this life.

Death was a concept you had come to terms with nearly ten years prior. Life had been ripped out from under your feet. You knew even then as you enlisted that you would die on the killing field. And that had been perfectly fine in your eyes, your life would have meaning in this apocalyptic war. The prospect of your own demise was simply a fact in your mind. That was until Logan had literally fallen into your life. 

The small cliff provided minimum shelter from the unforgiving rays of the sun. Pulling a cigarette from its pack you sigh. Outside the wall patrol was almost always boring. Sometimes broken up by the occasional person/s seeking shelter inside the wall or scavengers. As you looked down to light the cigarette in your hand a loud thump and startled cry from a man falling off the cliff you sat under. Your gun in your hands and pointed upright in a second. Recognition of the same uniform you wore is what had you lowering the gun slightly.

The man looked up at you, he was young and looked embarrassed. As you were going to ask if he was alright a dog's bark comes from above you. Said dog jumps down next to the man and sniffs at him before turning, a low growl from the creature. 

You watch the dog as you ask if he was alright. The man sits up, the patch on the front of his armor read “Walker”. You recognized the name right away. This must be one of Elias Walker’s boys. 

“Logan!” Another man’s voice rings out. You lower your gun and step forward, extending your hand to help Logan up onto his feet. His grip is solid against your own as he stands up. Once you were sure he wasn’t going to fall over you let go and turned your head to call out “He’s down here.”

Another man appears on the cliff but this one wastes no time jumping down. This one was taller than Logan but sported the same last name. This one must be “Hesh” the eldest Walker brother. He still had on a beanie despite the heat. 

You watch as Hesh checks on Logan, fussing around with his armor. Logan smacked Hesh’s arm and started moving his hands. Sign Language? Hesh finally looks at you and a wide grin forms on his face. He steps forward and laughs, “Sorry about that. I’m Hesh and that clumsy one is Logan.”

You look at them, amused, “Weaver.” 

It had been history after that and somehow you wound up falling for the youngest Walker brother. You both clicked and your knowledge of basic sign language had made him more inclined to talk to you. And when Elias felt the need to bring his sons onto the team of Ghosts, he dragged you along. Maybe you would see him when you crossed into the afterlife. 

Logan’s head rested on the top of yours. His heartbeat lulls you into a calmer state. Everything in you screamed to stay awake but your eyelids felt like they were made of stone.

The loud pops of a gun being fired jerk you from your hazed state. Looking up just in time to see the guards outside the cell door collapse like ragdolls. Blood splattered on the wall and ground next to them. Logan curls around you, blocking your body with his. 

A few more shots fire and then there's the sound of boots hitting the ground running. “Logan! Weaver!” The names make both of you go rigid. Turning your head to look at the door reveals the tall frame of Hesh.

His eyes are frantic as he takes in the sight of you two. The sound of keys and the door being unlocked. The door slams open as Hesh barrels into the cell. Hurriedly he reaches up and calls into his radio, “I’ve got them, B block!” Hesh shoulders his rifle and reaches out, his hand cradling Logan's face. Logan looks like he’s in shock but he finds the strength to shove you into Hesh. 

Another pair of footsteps come bounding down the hallway as Hesh hurriedly looks for the source of your blood, which is seeping into his clothes. They stop in front of the cell, a flurry of curses only Keegan was capable of spoken into the air. Keegan looms over you and the Walker brothers. 

It is then that you are gently taken out of Hesh’s hold, now held against Keegan’s chest. In the corner of your eye Hesh is pulling Logan onto his back and standing. Keegan’s arms are steady as he carries you out of the cell. Logan is slumped over unconscious on Hesh’s back as he walks in front of you, pistol drawn. 

The hike through the compound and to the evac is not easy. Federation stragglers ran everywhere. Several times despite your body’s protests, does Keegan have to sit you down to return fire. Despite the torment that is being moved and jostled around you manage to stay awake until the team reaches the trucks. Haphazardly being placed in the backseat of a truck, it is there that sleep finds you. The rock of the trucks through rough terrain is enough to lull you into a merciful unconsciousness.

The steady beeping of the vitals monitor draws you from your sleep. A week of medically induced comas, surgeries, and constant monitoring had flown by. The infection is well on its way out of your system. Well, on its way out of both of your systems. Logan hadn’t been much better than you but he was lucky (unlucky?) enough to not have needed to be put into sleep. 

His own hospital bed sat only a foot away from yours on the left. His face was a picture of calm as he slept. It was late but sleep evades you. Skin still feels raw from the antibacterial soaps they used to keep the outer infections at bay. 

The window across from you had its curtains drawn back. A steady rain that should have been comforting droning on against the glass. Instead the storm only served as a baying hound, the noise loud. Thunder and the occasional lightning to keep you company.

You both had plenty of visitors as soon as the doctors had deemed you stable enough to have them. Hesh was the first, later Keegan and Merrick would tell you that he had been waiting outside the door for the all clear. Then it was your old squad and eventually your civilian friends. But it was after hours now, Hesh having gone because he had been assigned the night watch.

Looking back over at Logan you feel your heart ache. You want nothing more than to crawl next to him, to feel his warmth. But you can’t, the copious amount of IV’s and monitors stuck to the both of you prevented much. Settling for reaching across the gap and resting your hand over his.

So you sit and you watch the rise and fall of his chest, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Things would get better. Rorke is now dead for good thanks to Hesh’s bullets. The federation is scrambled in the mud. 

Things will be alright.

[Hope you enjoyed! Find the rest of my call of duty works HERE! Let me know what you think!]

[fettuccin-e]

Hey, congrats on over 1.2k followers! This isn’t from the prompt list, but could you use the prompt “be a good girl and spread your legs” with Santiago Garcia (and if possible, use Daddy kink + Creampie as well)? Love your writing 🥰

hello??? omg daddy!santi i literally can't breathe rn,, i want him to take care of me bestie and I think he would so well,,, honestly i think that he's def one of those guys that's like "i'm gruff and angsty but i'll do anything for my girl" he is such daddy material thank you for the prompt bestie i hope you like this

A Night Like This

(Tags: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader, daddy kink, fem!reader, unprotected piv, dom/sub dynamics, oral m&f recieving)

Santi knows what the night is going to look like the moment you stumble through the door of your shared home, your face flushed and eyebrows furrowed. There’s a fire behind the tiredness in your eyes, a lingering anger from your day at work that you usually make an effort to leave behind before you get home. But sometimes, he knows, circumstances can’t be helped. 

Santi knows this, he knows you. He understands what you need right now, he’s seen it before. His wife is beautiful, intelligent, independent, but you need to be taken care of sometimes, even when you refuse it.

“Welcome home, baby,” he murmurs, capturing you in his arms while you nestle your head into his broad chest.

“Daddy?” you whisper. It’s a short question of permission, an unspoken please take care of me that Santi is all too eager to follow.

“Yeah, baby? You want daddy tonight?” He says, stroking a hand down your back and relishing in how you shiver under his touch. Needy. Fucking desperate.

“Please.”

Santi doesn’t need you to ask twice. He pulls your body toward him, rough and unforgiving. “Alright baby. I want you to take off your clothes and go kneel by our bed, okay? Can you do that for me?” You nod quickly, but it’s not good enough for Santi. A gentle grip around your jaw, he forces your eyes to meet his. “You know I need words, sweet girl.”

“Yes, daddy, I can do that,” you mumble, and Santi smiles at you softly.

“Good girl,” he says, and your knees nearly buckle right then and there. He pecks you quickly on the lips before nudging you toward the bedroom, a not-so-subtle command that you are more than happy to follow.

It doesn’t take long for you to strip yourself bare and get into position at the edge of the bed, kneeling quietly while you wait for Santi. He always gives you more time than you need, not wanting to have to punish you if he can help it. Of course, there are the nights that you need to be punished, that you purposefully strip extra slow, that you lay on the bed instead of kneeling beside it. Those nights live behind your eyelids, in your dreams; scathing memories of red handprints on your ass and Santi refusing to let you cum burned into your soul. Those nights are wonderful, painful and real, but you don’t want to be punished tonight. 

No, tonight you want to be good for Santi, for your daddy. You want to follow all of the rules, make him proud of you. You want him to pet your hair and give you his tongue and fingers and cock and make you cum until tears are dripping down your cheeks and your voice is hoarse from screaming. You want to be the best you can possibly be, a good girl for your daddy.

You resist the urge to look at Santi when you hear your bedroom door open and close, knowing what awaits you. You know that Santi is stripped bare, just like you are, but while you feel vulnerable and delicate, Santi radiates heat and dominance above you, strong and unyielding.

“Perfect job, baby,” he says into the quiet of the room. “You look so pretty for me, princesa.” He crosses in front of you to sit on the bed, and you finally allow yourself to rake your eyes over the expanse of his body. His strong shoulders looming over you, his broad chest, littered with dark hairs. His stomach, softer after years of marriage and eating many meals together without the threat of being shipped off on another mission. His thighs, thick and hairy, spread beside your head. And his cock, god, his cock. It stands hard and huge and dripping just before your mouth, practically begging for your touch. 

“Go ahead, baby,” he says, noting your flushed cheeks and pupils blown wide with arousal. “Suck daddy’s cock.”

You surge forward in an instant, capturing the tip in your hot mouth and reveling in Santi’s choked gasp of surprise. You sink down slowly, taking the time to run your tongue over every vein with every inch. He’s thick and musky on your tongue, his precum salty in the back of your throat, and you can already feel everything drifting away, your eyes fluttering shut.

Santi winds a hand into your hair as he watches you sink down onto him, your pretty mouth hot and sticky wet around his cock. It never fails to make him throb, the way the tension seeps out of your shoulders while your lips stretch around him. So pretty, so needy and good for him. “Gonna start moving now, okay sweetheart?” You moan softly and nod around his cock, not wanting to drag yourself off him, but thankfully, Santi doesn’t make you. He uses his grip in your hair to drag you back, before forcing you just as quickly back down until the tip budges against the back of your throat. You moan again, the vibrations moving up Santi’s spine in overwhelming pleasure.

He uses you like a fucking toy, dragging your hot mouth up and down while your nails dig into his thighs. You feel far away, so far, in a world where there’s only this room, where there’s only you and Santi and Santi’s cock in your mouth. You focus on breathing through your nose as Santi nudges himself down the length of your throat, whispering little praises of “Mierda, sweetheart, so fucking hot and tight, shit.”

Santi doesn’t realize he’s about to cum until his cock is already throbbing with his impending orgasm. You’re already too far gone, happy to suck and lick at him for hours, but when you look so pretty and good and soft for him, Santi knows he can’t last. It takes every ounce of strength for him to drag your mouth away from him, the length of him slapping heavily against his thigh while you look up at him, your eyes drooping and mouth messy with your spit. Santi has no idea how someone can look both sweet and fucking sinful at the same time.

“Get on the bed, princesa,” he murmurs at you, and you blink slowly at him before standing on shaky legs and moving to lay yourself back on the sheets. You look edible, Santi thinks as he moves to loom over your shaky body. You look at him like he’s hung the moon and the stars for you, and though he would, in a heartbeat, it still shocks him to the core how much you trust him, how much you love him. The look in your eyes always makes Santi’s heart beat harder in his chest, makes his skin buzz. He’d do anything for you.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for Daddy, baby,” he murmurs, placing his hands on your knees to press them apart. Your pussy is positively dripping, red and puffy for him. Your cheeks burn as you realize how wet you truly are; your thighs feel sticky and you can feel your wetness dripping down your slit onto the bed sheets below. But Santi’s pupils are blown wide, his tongue licking absentmindedly at his plush lips.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, even though he already knows what you want. You both know. But Santi wants you to ask.

“Daddy,” you whine, but Santi shushes you, kissing at the insides of your thighs. So close, and yet, so terribly far.

“What baby?” 

“I want, fuck, want you to eat my pussy, Daddy. Please?” you mumble. You would be embarrassed, except for the fact that Santi doesn’t give you any time to be ashamed as he dives into your dripping cunt like a man starved. The slurping of his tongue into your soaked slit is obscene, but you can barely hear it, too drowned out by your own whines and cries. Your hands grip Santi’s hair, keeping him glued to your pussy, as if he’d want to be anywhere else. He licks into your throbbing entrance, thrusting his tongue as deep inside you as he can, before moving up to latch onto your clit. He sucks hard, and your body lurches up in response, choking on air.

“Daddy, daddy, oh fuck, oh God,” you mumble incoherently, barely able to remember your own name. Santi eats your pretty cunt like he’ll never get the chance to do it again, licking and sucking on your clit as one of his hands leaves your thighs to sink two fingers into you. Your walls flutter with your heartbeat, overwhelmed and stuttering.

Your head thrashes against the soft sheets as Santi spreads his fingers apart and stretches you open oh-so-slowly. His fingers are thicker than yours, calloused and pressing into your sticky walls. 

He uses his strong arms to keep your twitching hips on the bed as he continues to suck feverishly at your clit, moaning softly into your cunt as you whine for him.

“Daddy, please, please fuck me,” you manage to choke out, tears starting to leak down your cheeks. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum Daddy. Don’t wanna- don’t wanna cum without your cock in me.” Even to your own ears, you sound pathetic and wrecked. 

Santi finds it in himself to pull away from your pretty clit for just a moment to grunt out, “Go ahead and cum, sweet girl. I’ll give you my cock, but only if you cum for me.”

With his permission and his fingers still driving harshly into your sopping pussy, it doesn’t take long at all for you to gush hard over Santi’s mouth and fingers, your stomach cramped up and thighs twitching. Santi watches in awe, enraptured by the sight of your writhing body. 

“Good girl,” he mumbles against you, and you can only sob in response. With a last little kiss to your sensitive clit, he rises over you again, bracing an arm over your head while the other grabs at his cock. You flinch away, too sensitive when he rubs the sticky tip against your entrance, but Santi just kisses you, slowly and deliberately, as he sinks in.

“Don’t run from me, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth. “You can take it, hermosa. You’re my good girl, right? You gonna take Daddy’s cock?”

You can barely answer him, only able to mumble, “daddy, daddy, daddy,” like a prayer as he finally bottoms out against you, his heavy balls pressed tight against your ass. 

“That’s it, honey,” Santi breathes. He grabs at one of your thighs to drape your leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide. He’s so fucking deep like this, thick cock stretching you out, ruining your little pussy.

He doesn’t waste a moment, knowing that you need to be fucked hard, harder than usual. You don’t want to think on a night like this, Santi knows, you want to be fucked until you can’t possibly have a thought in your pretty head. Santi drives into you, harsh and unrelenting, bullying deep into your little pussy without remorse. Your nails dig hard into his shoulders as he ruts into you, forcing little moans from your throat with every thrust.

The world seems hazy like this. You’re only able to feel Santi, see Santi, fucking smell him and taste him. He fucks you like he wants to destroy you, leave you wrecked and open for him to take again and again and again. You can’t speak anymore; you can barely think past the feeling of Santi breaking you open on his fat cock. 

“Fuck yeah, baby, take it. Take it. Take daddy’s cock,” Santi grunts, sounding like an animal. “Gonna fill this pussy up, right princesa?”

“Yes, yes, daddy, yes.” You gasp, and you can feel your tummy cramp up again, your pussy fluttering.

“Cum, hermosa. Cum right fucking now.” Santi snarls, sounding dangerous and savage as he fucks into you, and how could you possibly refuse him?

Your body tightens like you’ve been struck by lightning, your back lifting off the bed in an almost painful arch as you shake and cum over Santi’s cock. 

“Yeah, baby, that’s so good. You’re so fucking good, mi amor, fuck-“ Santi’s orgasm follows quickly after yours, his broad body slumping down you gather you in his arms, every inch of your sweaty bodies wrapped together. He holds your body close, tucking his face into the crook of his neck as his cock pulses and floods your pretty pussy.

Even as you both shake, coming down slowly, so slowly from your orgasms, Santi doesn’t let you go. He never does on nights like these. He just holds you, keeping you pressed close as your breathing returns to normal. 

He speaks softly into your hair, “you alright, amor?”

He grins when you giggle softly, your eyes opening to gaze at him. “Never better, baby,” you whisper, your voice raspy.

“You wanna talk about your day?”

“To be honest, babe,” you laugh again, voice raspy but so filled with love you can barely choke the words out. “ I barely remember it now.”

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 27th [Mingi + Fisting]

[9:25] You pulled a pillow over you face, whimpering as Mingi sunk a second finger into your heat. You didn’t want to look at him, now when you came so fast on just one finger, not when he knew you’d been thinking about this all week. You’d missed him too much but you’d let slip exactly what you’d missed of him and you knew he was all too excited to explore that.

“You don’t want to look at me, princess?”

“No,” You mumbled. “Too embarrassed.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he hummed, using his free hand to move the pillow from your face. Before you could cover it with your hands he swooped in to capture you in a kiss. He gave you small, quick kisses that made you giggle a little as his fingers started moving at a steady pace. Slowly, your laughing turned to breathy whines as his ministrations sent rushes of pleasure through your already sensitive body.

You whined as he pulled back from the kisses, letting your eyes flutter open and feeling heat rush to your skin at the way he looked down at you. It made you arousal rush through you and your core clench around his fingers and you whined more out of embarrassment than anything else. 

“You look so pretty, princess,” he murmured.

You pulled him back in for kisses in response, not wanting to feel his eyes on you. Your kisses were messy as his fingers steadily moved faster, a little more rough. Moans punctuated the kisses, along with Mingi’s assurances that you were being oh so good for him.

“Just like that, princess. Such a good girl.”

You felt your body steadily tensing again as his fingers curled and stretched your heat, each movement feeling better than the last. His lips found their way to your neck, pressing warm, wet kisses to your skin and lingering dangerously close to your ear. His voice was low and just a little bit rough as he murmured to you.

“You’re doing such a good job for me, princess.” You had barely noticed his fingers slowing until he was pressing a third into your body and your back was arching off the bed, hips only held in place by his free hand. A soft cry left your lips as the sensation, more pleasure washing through you at the slight stretch making you feel oh so full.

“Feeling good, princess?” He didn’t have to ask and you didn’t have quite enough of your wits about you to answer properly. You gave him a quiet “mhm” as you pressed your lips together and nodded. Mingi pressed a kiss just under your ear sweetly that made your heart beat out of your chest from the sweetness of it.

You felt your body growing more and more tense each second. The sounds of your own moans and heavy breath mixing with the wet sounds of fingers and slick arousal. Your second release was drawing closer each second and Mingi’s thumb landing on your clit only helped it along, more moans cascading from your lips.

“My good girl can take just a little bit more, can’t she?” He hummed.

You nodded quickly with a whimper, wanting anything he would give you. A cry left your lips as Mingi pressed a fourth finger into your heat, stretching you even more. Your thighs tensed, and pressed around his sides as you let out whiny moans and squirmed under him, just fingers moving shallowly to let you get used to the stretch.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Just like that, taking my fingers so well.”

“S-So much,” you whimpered, nearly overwhelmed from the sensation.

“I know, princess, but you can come just once like this for me, can’t you?” He sounded so sweet and sure of you and you let out a small hiccup, nodding and grabbing onto his arms. He pressed kisses to your lips as he started to move his fingers and you quickly fell into sloppy kisses and moans.

His free hand found your clit and you started to tremble, crying out his name into kisses over and over again as your back arched off the bed. He showered in praise for just how well you took his fingers as you climbed right to your edge. Your nails dug into his arms as you threw your head back against the pillows.

Finally you came again, hard enough to push his fingers out of your stretched heat. He kept his fingers moving on your clit as you trembled and pleasure washed over every one of your nerves, overtaking all of your senses and tears welled up in your eyes from the overwhelming nature of it all before you started to calm.

Mingi pulled you to his chest, cuddling you close as you tried to catch your breath and rubbing your back.

“So good for me, princess,” he cooed.

[marmie-noir]

Tension

I actually have no excuse for myself, here is some Mitch smut. It's not proofread, please forgive any mistakes, I want to shove it out of my face and be done with it.

TW: It's smut so the usual. Dirty talk, male receiving oral, PinV intercourse, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion, you control your content :)

It was the first night that we were staying over at the bar to make sure we were all together when Waltrip and his boys finally decided to strike. It was going on after midnight and we were fairly sure it wasn’t going to happen tonight, but there was still the layer of tension. 

Mitch stood behind the bar, keeping myself busy with organizing a few things. A few of the boys played pool, Grace was flipping through what the JukeBox had, and everyone else milled around chatting and drinking the beer that Mitch decided shouldn’t go to waste. 

I was perched at the bar, peeling the paper label off my bottle with a little purse to my lips. It was quiet beyond the gentle tones of old country tunes, no sound of motorcycles or cars crunching on the gravel outside. Dwight had reassured everyone that the leader of the bikers was going to want to send a mission, and they wouldn’t opt for stealth. We’d know when they were here. 

“What makes you think they are gonna come here?” I asked quietly, looking at Mitch. His eyes lifted to mine and he rolled his shoulders back as he straightened fully, obviously feeling some of the tension as well. He kept a cool head under pressure but it was clear that he had been worried about my involvement and it was making him a bit more tense than he would have been otherwise. 

When the shooting starts you stay by my side, you hear me? Don’t go out trying to get some shots off, you stay by me and make sure you keep your head down. 

“Had a few of Bohdie’s customers go on about the bar being closed down. Had them gossiping that Dwight was using it as a personal clubhouse. It’s spread, it won’t take long.” He said, deep voice low as he glanced back down at whatever he was doing behind the counter. 

I hummed, tipping my drink up to have the last bit before setting it down. Drumming my fingers on the bartop for a few moments I finally had enough and I swiveled on the stool, hopping down. I headed towards the hallway that lead to the office where Mitch and I were staying while here. I had a bag in there with extra clothes and everything else I would need for roughly a week, the others taking turns sleeping on cots in the main area. Pausing at the entryway to the hallway I glanced back at Mitch, spotting him following my movements. Gesturing him to follow me I disappeared down the hallway and made my way into the office, leaving the door cracked. I waited for him but didn’t need to wait long, his taller form came through the door before closing it behind him with a little click that signified it latched. “You alright darlin’?” He questioned, reaching for me without any sign of hesitation. I reached back for him as well, one hand grabbing at his hip, the other sliding up to the back of his neck as I pressed against him as he hugged me closer. “If you wanna lay down I can tell them to turn the music down.” “No, I don’t wanna sleep.” I said, arching up to capture his lips in a heated kiss. I felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned, immediately responding to my searching kisses. He let me back him up towards the couch, pausing when his calves hit the edge of it. 

“Sunshine,” He said, voice a little rough, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “They could be here any moment.” “Then you better hush and let me get to it, cowboy.” I murmured back, my hand on his hip moving to his torso and giving a gentle push. Mitch didn’t fight me, falling back to sit on the couch. His jean clad thighs parted as he reached to pull me down and I caught his hands, giving them a squeeze as I lowered myself between his thighs instead. The floor was wood, hard and cool against my knees, but I didn’t care as he gave me a look that was a mix of desperate hunger and absolute desire. 

“Now what do you think you are going to do?” He asked, voice rough and low, the sound of it like a caress down my spine. I bit at my bottom lip a moment but released his hands, instead sliding them up his thighs to end up at that large belt buckle he always had on. The cowboy being bucked off the stallion was pressed into the silver, a familiar sight by now, but certainly not from this vantage point. “You are tense. And I’m bored.” I said lightly, fingers easily working his belt open. The buckle jingled but I didn’t care, moving on to the button of his pants next. “I can solve both fairly easily.” “Woman, are you trying to kill me?” He groaned, looking up at the ceiling a moment before he reached out to cup my cheek. I didn’t stop, pulling his zipper down as I leaned in a bit more. My breasts pressed to the edge of the couch, settling between his spread thighs, my free hand squeezing one of said thighs that were tensed. “Relax, Mitch. You think I haven’t thought about doing this since I met you?” I teased, pushing up his shirt slightly so I could press soft open mouthed kisses against his lower stomach, my other hand pulling at his pants in silent demand. He listened, his feet planted on the ground as he lifted his hips slightly, just enough to pull his pants down and then his boxers. I leaned back, not wasting a moment as I wrapped my hand around the thick base of his cock. He hissed at the touch, the sound melting into a groan as I gave him a few firm but slow strokes. Mitch Keller was the most handsome men I’d ever met. With his head tipped back, the groan vibrating in his chest, I saw the strong line of his throat and the tension in his arms as he gripped the back of the couch with one hand. The other reached for me, finding my shoulder to give a reassuring squeeze as I gave him another stroke of my fist. His cock was hard and hot in my hand, already leaking precum from the tip that I used to ease the glide of my fist. Pretty, flushed pink, with enough girth to make my thighs squeeze together as I leaned over to swipe my tongue over the broad tip to taste him. It made him groan all over again and I made a happy sound at the salty tang of him on my tongue. “You look so fucking pretty on your knees, darlin’.” He said, the gravel in his voice making me smile as I glanced at him through my lashes. “So damn pretty, enough to drive a man insane.” “And yet here you are, completely sane.” I teased, settling my fist at the base of his cock and leaning in. His hand left my shoulder to instead comb my hair back, grabbing my hair and holding it back almost like a pony tail so he could see what I was doing. 

It was rare I had control in sexual situations with Mitch. Not that I was complaining, I liked it, liked that he took control and handled everything. It was a freedom to fall apart under him as he worked me through each roll of pleasure, to blink up at him while he gripped at my hips and thighs and praised me so sweetly. This was different though, the zing of arousal at the taste of him making me part my lips to lick at the head of his cock. I wanted to bring him pleasure, wanted to watch him fall apart for me, the very idea already making me wet. I glanced up at him as I slowly slid his cock between my lips, tongue pressing up against the underside as I guided him towards my throat. Mitch wasn’t scary big but he was long and thick. But the ache of my jaw was worth it as he made a noise I hadn’t heard before, a wrecked groan as his hand tightened in my hair. “Fucking hell, Sunny.” He grit out, hips flexing under my free hand that had settled there. I rubbed my thumb in little circles against his hip and he tipped his head back, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Baby, I need you to move.” 

I hummed, the vibration of it making his hips jerk and thrust into my throat a bit more, nearly choking me. He bit back a curse, about to apologize, but I pulled back and then sucked him down once more, cutting off any words that he had to say. His thighs tensed each time I took him into my throat once more, swallowing around him, taking my time to slowly build him up. 

Mitch was panting, clenched jaw sharp until he let out a groan through parted lips. He didn’t look away from me once, blue eyes nearly swallowed by the black of his pupil that I could see even in the dim lighting of his office. I didn’t look away either, looking up at him, moving my fist with my mouth. It was filthy, messy, and perfect as he let out the sinful sounds and tugged on my hair, moving my head at the pace he wanted. I let him too, finding it hot that he was losing himself in the feeling of my mouth, the image of him panting open mouthed and looking at me with that fucked out expression something I’d never forget. “M’gonna cum, Sunshine. Get off.” He ordered. I hummed once more, still bobbing my head, unwilling to listen because I wanted to see him fall apart. He made another wrecked sound, his hand in my hair tightening and pulling hard enough my scalp stung. I was pulled off his cock and looked at him, panting, lower face a mess of glistening spit and precum. “Mitch!” I whined when his other hand grabbed my wrist as I tried to touch him. He gave a hard shake of his head, moving to instead grab my upper arms and pulling me up. My knees ended up on either side of his hips, sinking in slightly to the couch as he arched up to capture my lips in a heated messy kiss.

“M’not finishin’ down your throat, wanna feel my pretty pussy squeezing me.” 

I moaned at the sensation of his touch, pulling against his hold until he released me so I could fist the front of his shirt. “You wet, darlin’? Bet you are.” He gasped out between the desperate kisses. I nodded with a small whine knowing full well I was soaked. Mitch nipped at my bottom lip as his hand slid down the front of my shorts, fingertips finding the arousal that was gathered between my spread thighs. “Good fucking girl, all ready for me hm?” He asked, tilting his head to nip along my jaw. I tipped my head back to look at the wooden ceiling, heart racing and skin warm as he pulled his hand out of my shorts to instead work the button and zipper down. With a little work they were discarded. That seemed to be enough as he hooked a finger into my panties and pulled them to the side, grinding his throbbing cock against my slick cunt. “Don’t tease.” I huffed out, rocking my hips. “You saying that is rich.” He murmured, free hand fisting my hair to tilt my head so he could suck a mark below my ear. Everyone would be able to see it but I didn’t care, the only thing I wanted was for him to let me slide down, to take him deep in the way we both wanted. I went to sass at him, feeling empty and needy as he planted his feet and snapped his hips up. I gasped, hands tightening against his shirt as his cock pushed into me hard and fast, bottoming out as I clenched around him. “Oh my fucking god.” I managed to gasp out as his hands settled on my hips, rocking up into me in sharp, hard thrusts. Each one pushed the thoughts from my head and I moaned, leaning down to kiss him. “That’s my fucking girl.” Mitch’s voice was barely a growl as he fucked me hard and fast, my hips moving with his to make sure every thrust had him sinking as deep as he could, the wet clap of skin on skin obvious if anyone cared to listen in. But I didn’t care one bit, unbothered as I kissed him, riding his cock as my hands found the back of the couch to steady myself. I rolled my hips as he ground up against me and felt the head of his cock hit just right, making my thighs shake and his breath leave him in a rush. “That’s it, right there huh?” He asked, sounding so fucking cocky as his grip on my hips slid back to my ass, squeezing through the thin lace of my panties. I nodded, lips parted as I panted against his skin, only for his hand to come down in a clap against my ass. “Words, pretty girl. Tell me.” I moaned, working myself up and down, grinding against him. “Yes, fuck- Mitch. Yes.” I choked out, feeling my own orgasm building. 

“Don’t stop, keep grinding down on me like that.” He ordered, voice rough, his breath coming out in puffs as well as we both worked together towards that toe curling pleasure. I looked at him, taking in how good he looked like this, cheeks flushed with pleasure and that sharp look in his bright eyes. He flashed me a breathless smile, one of his hands pulling from where he held my ass to help me keep pace with him, instead sliding between us to start to rub tight, firm circles against my clit. I let out a choked sound, eyes nearly rolling back as he continued to bounce me on his cock, each thrust accompanied with the wet sound of me taking him balls deep. 

It didn’t take long for me to get close, nails biting into his shoulders, thighs shaking on either side of his as I refused to stop moving. I needed to get off, needed to feel the pleasure wash over me, to feel him lose himself with me. “Mitch.” I whined his name breathlessly and he nodded, glancing down to where our bodies met for a moment only to let out a groan. “I gotcha, c’mon now. Let go for me, Sunshine. Cum on my cock sweetheart, give me what I want.” He said, leaning forward to nip little marks along my neck. I cradled his head there, wishing desperately that we had gotten naked so I could feel more of his skin. But I didn’t need it apparently, my orgasm racing up. Mitch barely had time to cover my mouth before I was crying out against his palm, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as I tightened around him before coming undone. 

Sex with Mitch was always good, but this time the underlying tension made it somehow even better. The pleasure that rolled over me made me feel like I was being pulled under like a tidal wave of champagne, surrounded by warmth, bubbles tracing up and popping against my skin as all my nerves came alive with how good it was. He didn’t stop or slow down, hand leaving my mouth to stead grab at my jaw, making me look at him. We breathed the other in as he fucked me through it and chased his own end, my movements a little more clumsy now but still good enough as after a few more moments he let out a growled curse and leaned forward to capture my lips in a bitingly heated kiss. I moaned against his lips as the warmth grew in my lower stomach, settling on him and grinding my hips, wanting to ensure every drop was wrung from him. My hands found his face, cupping his cheeks as the kiss slowly melted from a desperate hunger to a slow adoration. Gone were the teeth and nipping touches, it faded to slow languid caresses. 

I wasn’t sure how long we remained there, kissing as we came down, but by the time we parted I felt like I was floating. We looked at one another before he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he ran a hand through his hair. “You good, darlin’?” “Mhmm.” I hummed, melting against his chest with a sleepy smile. I nuzzled against his chest, the smell of him and the warmth making me cuddle up close. One of his big hands rubbed up and down my back, the feeling perfection. “You?” “Well, certainly relaxed.” He said gruffly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I let out a breathless little laugh. “Well, mission accomplished.”

More Sunny and Mitch here!

[skeleton-mischief]

-totally non evil chuckle-

I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?

An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋

argh fr😍🤞🏽

Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:

Please enjoy‼️‼️

Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.

Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"

Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and you almost wanted to tell the pathetic thing how stupid it was for him to look so sad, but your naturally stern expression simply softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.

Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.

The Dreemers.

Or, more specifically, King Asgore.

He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.

He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.

He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.

"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."

You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."

You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.

Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.

"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.

You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.

It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. Burgerpants wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.

Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.

"....fucking great."

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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."

The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.

He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!

The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention, his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.

Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.

A doctor, huh?

He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.

He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed out what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort.

It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing. The ringing felt suddenly louder, echoing around the skeleton's skull as he felt his soul thrumming in sync.

.....What?

His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.

And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion as he critically judged you. He then promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.

He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.

You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.

He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.

And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.

Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently to soothe his heated glare. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him, your voice still stern but less guarded. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved, something you didn't pick up on, not until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.

It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he gathered, based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with Pirates, let alone with ordinary men or monsters like him who were not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic had his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted after some reluctance. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, anything really to cut the silence, you stood up abruptly.

"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. It takes an overworked soul to know another. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.

Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up. And even if you did know who he was, your bravery was more commendable.

He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. He doesn't know why, but he felt the impulsive desire to share his name. "It's Pitch. Pitch Serrif."

You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask for your name, repeat it just the same to him to remember. It rolls off his tongue when he follows after you, smooth and sweet. He wanted to pry further, he figured, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.

What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.

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"Your brother is going to have your head, Captain Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. One, two, both fallen as their bodies are nothing but useless, armored shells now. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."

Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders back. "'s that so?" He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing out a barked laugh. It mimicked his usual, boisterousness, but the sharp tinge of aggression was apparent. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asked the fool dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest.

Now now now, what is this?

"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"

Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. He had a temper past his eccentric personality, and Burgerpants was testing the waters.

"Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes. He seems to be hesitant to speak, as if he needed to claw the hook out of his flesh and remove the barbed metal

"A good soul, one who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find any indication of exasperated detail, and so instead he pauses his ruthlessly draining running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.

Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.

You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.

“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.

The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.

.

.

.

From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.

When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.

His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.

You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.

An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.

Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.

King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.

You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.

So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.

He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.

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"this the Human you spoke of?"

"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."

"WE'RE TAKING THEM."

"What??"

"what choice is there? I told ya already-"

"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."

Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.

He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.

He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.

The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.

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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko

Forgive me, testing was beating my ass

[infernalodie]

𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞 || 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢��𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵“

Pairing: Lexi Howard x Male!reader

ilomilo series

Summary: Did I ever say that you’re unpredictable?

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Angst

Words: 969

I wasn’t much of an optimist before. Really, I was just in the background of some rather sleazy drama flic that was beyond human comprehension or believability. And realistically, I preferred being the side character or extra. Helped me blend in and just be another face no one would ever think about again.

And that was a helpful trait with keeping “updated” on your life. Before work, you would go to the coffee shop down the street. Talk to the waitress, someone you must know from the daily schedule you’ve made before walking back and taking over for one of your coworkers. From there, on breaks, you just take a small walk two blocks and visit a comic book store whilst the old lady who owns the store covers for you.

From what I could tell, you preferred DC over Marvel. But just a quick Instagram search and I’m available to all the little bits about you. A music enthusiast, a comic geek, and a movie critic. None of the posts have a caption to capture what you were feeling when uploading them. But I can quickly tell that most kids in East Highland don’t have the same likings as you. Comments on these posts come from followers that do though, and they must be enough for you to say ‘fuck you’ to the rest of the world and post what you want.

And I know we have a date at 8 PM, but I just needed to see you. Can you blame me though? It’s important that I learn these things so we can talk and naturally get to know one another. This is fine. I’m taking things slower than I had in the past. I want this to be special compared to what it was like with Fez. You are special. You are different. And you are beautifully sweet with Maddy-

Wait. What the fuck?

What the hell is she doing at your work?

I know for damn sure that she is heavy into music like you or I, so why is she here, Y/n? From what I can see, you don’t seem all too impressed with her being our space as well. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in a glare as she spoke sweet nothings. It was despicable honestly. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that she’s just being friendly. But I know my friend and I know that in the time of her dating your brother, you two got to know one another. Now, on and off you two would talk, but she never went out of her way to show up at your work. So, what’s the change of heart?

Maddy moved around the counter, lips twisted in a smile that rivalled your unimpressed deadpan that looked incredibly attractive. “C’mon, Y/n. How long have we been at this?” Maddy inquired, stopping when she stood by your side. “We can just sneak into the office. Get a quick fuck in.” She closed the space, lips pressing to the edge of your jaw. “You are so much bigger than your brother.”

Listen, I have no problems with Maddy. Did she pull some stupid shit sometimes? Abso-fucking-lutely. Has she had a rough go when it came to your brother? Yes. But she is delusional. The whole argument she had with your brother in the hot tub is a testament to that and I think you know that as well.

So, what the fuck is her play here?”

“Maddy, it’s not a good idea,” you protested. “I’m not afraid to say that I am scared of Nate. I know what he’s done to you and Jules. Have you ever thought of what he might do to me if he found out we’ve been fucking?”

A groan fell from the girl’s lips. “He’s not going to find out, Y/n. I have no reason to tell him shit,” Maddy sighed, lips twisting in a grin. “C’mon. It’ll be fun. I’ll let you be rough.” With her hands finding yours, she began to pull and guide you, and you allowed it.

God, seeing her this dick whipped over you was insulting. Well, maybe not for you but you aren’t a guy to just throw yourself around. You were quiet, reserved, charismatic, and goddamn adorable when you didn’t mean to be.

This isn’t you. You aren’t the type to just give up on your job just to go get laid. This didn’t make any fucking sense. And even if I move down the sidewalk and try to get a better angle, I can’t see jackshit inside that office. Not to mention the sun glare coming right back at me.

I’m too exposed out here. If I can’t see you, that means I don’t know if you’ve noticed me or not. But this just means I have reasoning for Maddy’s clinginess to you. A manipulative, selfish, stupid bitch. I won’t let her do this to us. I won’t let her get between us right when I finally enter your life. I just have to figure out what I am going to do next, and I don’t yet have the faintest clue as to what that may be.

But what I do know is that this sharing shit isn’t going to work. If it be with someone more competent and maybe shared the same love I have for you, then this would be different. Because maybe I could love someone just as much as I love you. Except, this is reality and I won’t be doing any 60/40 bullshit. You are meant for me. We are meant for one another and Maddy is forcing herself into the perfect frame we are making together.

And somehow, I’m going to need to get her the fuck out of it.

[alesyira]

'tis but a scratch

this spoilery bit of content happens much later on in villain, and by the time we actually get there, that whole story will have been revised a ton to correctly align with the prequel content i've been working on lately.

I'm quite mad that i cannot figure out how to format this like i want to, so extra spaces it is.

With all the destruction i'm writing this week with Mirio's prequel oneshots, there was a joke about how he'd need to retire and run off to hawaii when he eventually gets rid of OfA, and I made the offhanded comment that he'd better run before Hitoshi catches him after Mirio hurts Izuku ...

look if you've seen half of the painful content i've been shoving at the server you'd totally understand why people were like OH NO IZUKU

look, here, he's fine(ish)

The beginning of the end, for Izuku, occurs on a sunny afternoon. 

Or is it the end of the beginning?

With his hand tucked into the crook of Hitoshi's elbow, he hangs on with a quiet sort of joy at being escorted to the market for groceries. The tail end of his capture weapon clings to the back of his neck and trails beneath his shirt, smoothing over his skin in a slow pattern that never stills. They are in the middle of a quiet discussion about what they might make for dinner when Izuku notices the scent of ozone. 

And then,

nothing.

He isn't usually lucid for these strange daydreams. 

snips of screaming

 

blankness

overlapping voices

hey, look

come with us

warm 

cold 

wet 

nothing

home

destiny

When he rouses from his moment, it turns out it wasn't a moment. He aches from head to toe. His mouth is like a desert, parched and dry. There's a vague coppery taste in the back of his throat. His eyes feel like they've been glued shut.

He has no idea where he is. Things are fuzzy around the edges. There's a quiet beeping from his left, and on his right...

the warm slide of Hitoshi's capture weapon drifts along his arm. His hand twitches, wanting to grasp something that he knows is safe. If that's here, then-

"Izuku," Hitoshi whispers. 

The knot of stress in his chest loosens minutely. He's here. 

"Stay still. I've got you."

He'd really like to know where he is and what's going on, but Hitoshi's fingers pressing against his palm will suffice for now. 

"You were nearly crushed by a hero crash-landing right next to you."

He quirks an eyebrow. Hitoshi correctly interprets it as a request for more information. "Hero's okay, probably. At least, they're fine from that impact. Whatever's wrong with them otherwise is a different story."

His brows scrunch low. His lips twitch into a frown. 

"Lemillion."

The word is enough to make him choke on his next breath. The last time he'd seen that hero in person had been a terrifying day. 

Twice now, though.  Twice he'd had an encounter with the hero, and twice he'd had - well... apparently a rough day. 

His lips part. He wants to ask for water, but no sound escapes. 

What the hell happened to me?

An ice chip sweeps slowly across his lower lip.

"Ah, don't cry," he hears Hitoshi gently admonish. "You're already dehydrated enough." 

Water drips between his lips, terribly slow. He wants to suck down an entire gallon of water, but he doesn't think he'd be able to lift a cup, let alone swallow right now.

"You've got an IV in with some fluids. It should help."

Where the hell am I?

He manages to crack open his right eye, but his vision is blurry. 

Gentle whispers echo in the farthest corners of the room, so vague he's not sure he's understanding the words.

homesafehereours

[5eraphim]

Can you do Classic Heavy from TF2 x reader dubcon?

(I’m assuming this is for classic Heavy from the Comics, not the games because, as far as I know Classic game Heavy has, like- no characterization whatsoever. Comics Heavy sure does though! Wow what a scumbag! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3)

Summary: Reader is a Spy on a mission to scope out a thought to be abandoned base where the Classic team members used before their deaths. Upon discovering the stubborn members clinging to life the hunter becomes the hunted, and must do whatever it takes to make it through the night alive.

Character: Classic Heavy (Team Fortress 2 Comics)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI)

Word count: 6.4k (it KILLS me this turned out so long and im actually happy w how it turned out bc NO ONE likes this guy and I already know maybe 5 people are actually going to read this💀)

Content Warnings: Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(LAST EDITED 5/27/2023)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

The only thought running through your head while you sprinted wildly, blindly away from the enemy. You were told the base was abandoned. Everyone back home was sure the classic team was dead and gone. As if you needed the help of the loud-mouthed idiot your team called a Scout. You might've been just a Spy, but you weren't intimidated. Yet here you were, fleeing for your life from the rival team who were, quite apparently, still alive. Generally, you wouldn't be alone on a mission like this. This must be your karma for insisting you take on this job yourself. But worse than being unpartnered, you were without your cloaking device. You were so arrogant to leave it behind, and now you paid dearly for that mistake. It was impossible not to cringe thinking back to how confident you were to handle an "easy" scoping mission like this all by yourself. 

All moments leading to this bloody chase were a wild blur. One moment you were wondering what you thought was an abandoned base. The next, you were running for your life, pursued by two of the mercenaries of your rival group. 

None of it made sense, but you were too scared to question how Gray's mercenaries were still alive. Fortunately, the fortress was absolutely massive, and despite being well into the heart of the building by the time you were spotted, there was more than enough room to run and try and throw them off your trail. And you figured if you could figure out how to come out the way you came in, you should be able to slip away without being captured. But, unfortunately, you weren't prepared for the sight of one of the other ex-mercs waiting at the exit, as though waiting for you to try and escape that way. You had no idea how he knew to choose this area to guard, but it was no longer an option. Just your luck. Upon seeing this, you pressed your back against the wall to try and remain out of sight. But you didn't have time to think. If you wanted to live, you needed to do something now. 

Thinking fast, you pulled the mask off your head, balling it up and throwing it away with slightly awkward, fumbling hands. Pulling your suit jacket off, you let it fall to the ground as you forced yourself to run forward, untucking your shirt, fingering your hair, and trying to look as disheveled as possible. If the ex-mercenaries knew you were a member of their rival team, a Spy nonetheless, they wouldn't hesitate to kill you instantly, as cruelly as possible. But if you could convince Cheavy you were just a citizen who got lost and wound up here, he would let you slip by. It was unlikely, but your back was against the wall, and Cheavy was your last chance. This is it. There's no other way out. You'll have to go through him first, as he guarded the exit like a minotaur in a labyrinth. You ran into the room, halting, pretending you only just now noticed he was there. Obviously poised for a fight, expecting a mercenary to be the one running around the base was considerably confused at the sight of you. Doing your best to look helpless and bewildered, you froze in place. He lowered his weapon from the firing stance and stared you down as your mind raced with what to do next.

"Who are you?"

His voice was harsh and gravelly, while you'd only seen pictures of the Classic Heavy before, and hearing his voice made him all the more terrifying. You gave him an alias, your voice just above a trembling whisper. 

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

"I-I don't know, I swear! I was traveling past, and I must've gotten turned around! I know I shouldn't have entered, but I thought this place was empty! I'm so sorry- I only meant to rest here a moment; the next thing I know, they're firing at me! Please, I don't want any trouble!"

While you did your best to appear meek, dazed, and innocent, you began to slowly inch your way down the side of the wall, trying to get closer to the door. You began to regret the plan more and more the longer you felt Cheavy's piercing eyes bearing down on you. He stepped back, entirely blocking the exit with his body, and you stopped moving, all but cowering in fear at the sight of him. He didn't look convinced, or maybe he just didn't care. If he had to slaughter an innocent life, he would do it. He had no incentive to let you live, and you feared you severely overestimated your evasiveness.

"Please just let me out, and you'll never see me around again! I didn't see anything- I just, I'm so sorry!"

He looked you up and down as if contemplating something to himself.

"If I let you out now, you'd get sniped in a second. So if you want to live, you're going to have to wait it out."

You were afraid it would come to this, but it would seem you had no other choice. If you wanted to avoid being ripped to shreds by the other mercenaries, you needed help. More specifically, you would need Cheavy to protect you. A tall order for such a seemingly apathetic man. But you had to try. The sound of a gunshot in the distance startled you. If you kept wasting time like this, they would immediately find you.

"Please, will you protect me?! I-I know I don't have anything to offer, but I'll do anything you want, I swear!"

He paused for a moment to consider. You clasped your hands together, your body tense and shaking in fear. You hated how he looked at you as if he wanted to draw out the moment as long as possible, regarding your fear with dim entertainment.

"I can hide and cover for you in my quarters. Are you really willing to follow?"

You knew what he was asking of you, and you didn't like it one bit. But you had a team counting on you to make it back to them, and if this is what it took to live to see your own base again, you didn't have much of a choice. You forced yourself to look him in the eye as you nodded once. He returned the gesture.

"You better follow close then. Try to run, and you die, got it?"

With that last command, he walked past you, listening intently to ensure the coast was clear before leading you deeper into the fortress, guiding you by the hand every step with a white-knuckled fist. You had to run to keep up with him, surprised at how much faster he moved than the Heavy you knew on your team. He moved decisively, knowing exactly where he was headed, and wasting no time to get there, racing up stairwells and across the halls until he stopped at the door he was looking for. He pushed the creaking door open, pulling you inside before slamming it shut behind him.

You shuffled aside to put a bit more distance between the two of you, nervously peering over the room while he turned to lock the door, kicked off his boots, and slid off his goggles, sliding them onto a rickety shelf on the wall. The room appeared bare, like a hospital room, all practicality with no comfort. If not for the military weaponry and equipment surrounding the desk, you'd never think this room belonged to someone like Cheavy. 

You couldn't ignore the dismay and dread you felt when your eyes landed on his unmade bed in the far corner of the room. While you were still looking over the room, you felt Heavy's arms wrapping around your body, pulling your back to his chest as he held you there with a painful tightness. Your arms were effectively pinned at your sides, and you could feel your back trying to arch away from his body, but your strength was no match for his own.

"It's been a long time since there's been fresh meat around here. I can't remember the last time I've held a warm body like yours. It's been too long since I've had something like you all to myself."

He spoke in a low, guttural voice as he allowed his hands to glide along your body. Slipping a hand under your blouse, you shuddered at the skin-to-skin contact. It unnerved you how he described you as though you were nothing but an object or a means to an end for his own pleasure. Despite how needy he claimed to be, there was something so controlled about his movements, almost like he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. Nuzzling his head against the top of your head, he inhaled the smell of your hair, moaning a little on the exhale.

"You'll do well for me. I can tell."

The hand under your top left your skin to hold onto one side of your blouse while his other hand gripped the other. With a tense slowness, Cheavy pulled the two sides away from one another, and you swallowed nervously as you could hear the bottom button straining before popping off, not yet exposing any skin, but enough for you to truly feel the coolness of the room as the fresh air ghosted over your flesh. But he didn't stop with that. Cheavy continued working slowly, deliberately popping off the second button and watching it bounce away onto the floor. He could feel how heavy your breath grew as you fidgeted nervously against his body, helplessly watching as he continued to rip off your blouse.

"I want to watch you take the rest of it off. Nice and slow."

You nodded, beyond thankful he was the one suggesting letting your body go, but before he did, you winced as he tightened his grip, whispering into your ear.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to try and run away because I'm promising you now, you won't make it far, and you won't like what happens when I get my hands on you."

He detached suddenly, and you felt a rush of fresh air wash over you as you could now breathe unrestricted. He walked over to the bed and motioned with his head for you to join him. You felt kitten-legged as you followed, treading as softly as possible on the creaking floor. He took his place at the head of the bed, sitting upright, resting his back against the wall behind the bed while you sat at the foot. Despite trying to get as much distance between the two of you as possible, his long legs took up a significant amount of the bed. He spread them slightly, narrowing his eyes. You knew instantly that meant he wanted you closer, and you completed, crawling over until you were at his knees, kneeling upright. Despite how he sat down while you knelt, you couldn't help but notice you still weren't much taller than him like this.

"C'mere, I wanna feel you sitting on my thigh."

You only then entirely noticed how dense and powerful his thighs looked. The Heavy you knew was comically top-heavy, his legs looking almost stubby in comparison, but the Classic was much more proportional. You couldn't help but admit his thighs didn't look like a bad place to perch. Ignoring the current circumstances. Walking over on your knees, you felt him put one hand on your hip and the other on your upper thigh, guiding you into place with a thankful soft grasp. You slowly settled down your weight until you were fully sitting on his thigh. The embarrassing position was made all the more humiliating as you felt with the thigh between his legs the presence of the bulge in his pants with your leg slotted between his legs.

His hands rubbed encouraging circles into your skin as you undid the top button. It was a shame he so brutishly ruined such an expensive shirt, but that was the least of your worries currently. You could feel his hungry eyes on your tits as your bra came fully into view, but you didn't have the courage to look at him, instead turning your face down to watch your hands working to fully expose yourself to the man. Finally, when you reached the bottom of your blouse, you shrugged it off onto the bed. He positioned his hands so both were on your waist, specifically at the top of your trousers. 

"I wanna see these gone next."

He lightly pushed his thigh up against your groin to emphasize his words. You grit your teeth at the unwanted yet not entirely unpleasant friction between your legs as you undo your pants, Cheavy letting you go just enough to kick your pants off before settling back in place on his thigh. He used both hands to pull you forward until your bare skin pressed against his still-clothed body. Then, with one hand on your cheek, he moved your face to finally meet you at eye level before pulling you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. He groaned as he rolled his tongue around your mouth, feeling your tongue shyly returning some affection. This momentarily held his attention until he decided he needed more.

He used both hands to unhook your bra and off your body without breaking the kiss. Then, with a crushing force, you felt his hands clamp down over your tits, squishing them together and rolling his thumbs over your nipples. Next, Cheavy broke the kiss to bring his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, where he began to suckle and nibble at the thin skin. You grit your teeth at the way his touch continued to turn you, clenching your thighs tighter around his thigh. He shamelessly continued to paw at your chest even when you encircled his wrists with your hands, trying weakly to push out of his hold. Genuinely, you weren't trying to piss him off. You just wanted a moment to catch your breath. But when Cheavy suddenly pushed his thigh up between your legs again, you couldn't help but arch your back forward, leaning all the more into his touch. 

He eventually broke contact with your neck to begin undoing his harness, but you interrupted.

"Here, lay back down. Let me do it for you."

He watched you with charmed eyes as you willed your hands into motion to undo the harness he wore over his undershirt. Anyone could tell you were scared by how your hands trembled and fumbled to complete the task of stripping him down. Despite being almost entirely nude, you felt a humiliating flush of shame. All the while, he stared you down, eyes half-lidded with lust. He moved with you to remove the harness and his shirt before pushing them off the bed. His broad chest, massive with a decent layer of blubber, was coated with coarse ungroomed body hair, and you couldn't help but notice the thick happy trail leading down to his pants. He was much leaner than the Heavy you knew, but that wasn't saying much, and he was no lightweight. His body had remained well intact, despite being what you assumed must've been at least into his 50s. Heavy's chest and upper arms were decorated with thick veins, just like the ones you noticed earlier on his neck. 

You were humiliated by the way you were momentarily distracted by his body, but you couldn't help but find yourself staring. He was built like a bull, a feral animal. The broadness of his chest, the mighty length of his shoulders, rising and falling evenly with every breath he took. Reaching out, you ran your hands down his chest feeling Heavy's thick skin adorned with ample scar tissue, using your fingers to lightly prod at the skin, feeling his body shake with an easy laugh.

"You like what you see?"

"You're so, I mean, my God, you're absolutely massive…."

He shrugged at this, taking great pleasure. Your hands felt so small and soft against his body as you reluctantly felt him up. Soon enough, your hands began to drift a little lower, smoothing over the thick layer of fat over his lower belly, and you steeled yourself to finally undo his pants. Heavy rolled his hips forward to meet your hands as you undid the top button, wanting to undo them quickly, like pulling off a bandaid.

Because of this, you were completely caught off guard when you realized Heavy wore nothing under his pants. Forcing you to finally come face to face with his cock, already fully erect, enhanced with thick veins, and just as thick as you feared. Even though you could only see as much as his open pants would allow you to tell, judging by his pubes, his lower body must've been just as hairy as his upper body. 

"I'm not one to take mercy on the enemy. So for your sake, I suggest you don't half-ass this."

Ever since you met Heavy, you were instantly intimidated by his voice, but this line, in particular, sent a chill down your spine as you felt a fresh wave of fear wash over you. But he was right. If you wanted to make it, you needed to earn it, and he wanted you arousing, not simpering and begging for mercy. Though you knew in the back of your mind, seeing you so feeble and cowering at least caught his attention long enough not to shoot you the moment he laid eyes on you. Just focus already, and get it over with! You mentally screamed at yourself. 

And so you did.

Cupping both your hands around his shaft, you worked up a bit of saliva in your mouth before rolling your tongue very slowly along the underside of his cock. Heavy's head tipped back, sighing with relief as you used your fingers to massage along the base of his dick, keeping the pleasure going while you fought back nausea and forced yourself to go back down. Pulling your hand away, you spit on your fingers, doing the same with the other hand. He was massive, and you wanted to try and minimize as much friction as possible. You could feel him throbbing with your hands when you licked another long line under his member, lightly flicking your tongue against his tip. Kissing the tip softly, you stretched your mouth open, ready to take as much in your mouth as you could manage. 

You were hardly prepared when you felt a massive hand on the top of your head, stopping you from pulling away. Breathing through your nose, trying to ignore the pungent musk surrounding your head, you squeezed your eyes shut. Lips stretched to accommodate his shaft, he rolled his hips slightly, pushing deeper inside.

"Sto'! Yo'r 'oo 'ig!"

There was a good chance he couldn't hear your whimpering over the sound of his strained breathing, as well your own choking sounds as you tried to keep breathing, but there was an ever greater chance he simply didn't care. Foolishly you moved your hands from around his base to fist at the sheets, trying to pull your head away, Cheavy didn't like that. But fortunately for him, he happened to have your head completely in his hands, and thus could use you to compensate for the loss of tightness. With a low groan, he forced your head down even lower until the tip reached the back of your throat. Despite all this, you did your best to keep sucking away, to use your tongue, and to move your head around the best you could.

Clearly, your efforts were paying off, as you could feel his movements begin to grow even needier. His grip on the back of your head tightened painfully, and his hips jerked up sharply, his precum beginning to dribble out the sides of your mouth, though you could feel the stuff mixing with your drool as it leaked down your chin. After a bit more of this, you felt his entire body tensing up as he shot his whole load into your mouth. You could feel your stomach growling and twisting with disgust as you felt the hot stuff slide down your throat, followed by a salt-water-like aftertaste. Finally, he released his hold on your head, allowing you to disconnect from his body with an embarrassing popping sound. Thankfully you were given a moment to catch your breath as he did the same. His head rested against the wall as you cleaned up what remained of his seed off your face before wiping it away on the bed sheets. 

"Lay on your back. Right now."

He hardly even gave you a moment to follow his command before roughly shoving you down on your back when you managed to sit upright, your head at the foot of the bed. Ripping your underwear with a harsh jerk, he pulled them down your legs before dropping them off the side of the bed. You stared up at the ceiling, hearing him remove his pants before they joined your clothes on the floor. You watched him draw closer from your peripherals until he kneeled directly before you. Cheavy took hold of your thighs in both hands without waiting for your permission and spread them wide, keeping them painfully pinned down to the bed. The suddenness and force at which he grabbed you caused you to yelp in alarm and squirm in discomfort and fear under his touch, though you didn't have a chance to break free from his hold. He chuckled, crushing his fingers against your flesh even harder, causing you to wince and grit your teeth to try and withstand the pain.

"Don't tell me you're scared now, little girl. The fun's just getting started."

You shook your head no but knew he could read the pain on your face clear as day. You were too scared to look down, too terrified of the sight below. Your most dangerous of advisories was just a breath away from your vulnerable sex, and there was nothing you could do to protect yourself now. It hardly mattered to Cheavy, he knew you were scared out of your mind, and that was all he needed. Using the tip of his tongue, he lightly licked up, collecting the wetness that continued seeping out of you. He felt a new excitement rising within himself, watching your smaller body twitch and writhe, pinned to the bed under his massive hands. He wanted to draw out the moment, really he did, but when his tongue reached your clit, Cheavy teased the swollen bundle of nerves, the sound of your moans so beautifully complemented by your unsteady breathing, he just about lost all sense of self-control. 

Connecting his lips to your body, he kissed your clit, sucking in, messily rolling his tongue against you, shuddering with pleasure as he finally tasted your tempting body. But he needed more. Greedily he continued to suckle, leading one of your thighs, guiding it to wrap around the back of his head. The friction of his facial hair against your inner thighs felt so bizarre, unlike anything you'd felt before, but it was hardly enough to distract you from what his mouth was doing between your legs. You felt him use his free hand to slide two gnarly fingers inside you, collecting more wetness and only briefly breaking contact with you to suck his fingers clean.

God, he was moving too fast, too harshly, but you couldn't deny it all felt so good. But it was better than good. There was something about being manhandled by this hulking brute that was such a turn-on. Feeling his heavy body bearing down against you, pumping his fingers in and out while his drool mixed with the slick between your legs. You could feel the pressure building deep in your gut, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Then, rolling your head back, you felt your climax coming closer. Surely he could feel it too, you were throbbing, and you could feel your heart race in anticipation.

But just as you took a deep breath, preparing for your final release, you felt his fingers pull out, his mouth disconnect. Making a disappointed noise, you pulled away from the mattress a little to look down at him. Heavy, still pinning one of your legs down with his hand pulled away from you, your leg sliding down, disconnecting from the back of his head. Biting your lower lip, you were thankful for the dim lighting in the room. You didn't want a full view of his face covered in your slick.

"You want to come too? Make yourself useful and get on top of me."

For such a simple command, it took nearly all your strength to stop your knees from knocking together as you used your arms to push yourself up to a sitting position. Looking at the head of the bed, Cheavy sat upright with his back to the headboard, waiting for you to sit on his lap. From the looks of him, you figured he was just as turned on as you were, his cock hard and already beginning to leak precum. Of course he was already hard.

Given how intensely he was staring you down, looking Cheavy directly in the eye was impossible. Keeping your head down, sulking forward when you got to his feet, you looked up, unsure what he wanted from you.

"Closer."

Nodding, you padded closer, swallowing your nerves. You spread your legs, straddling Cheavy's thighs, grabbing his shoulders to keep steady. Impatiently, Cheavy reached out, and with a harsh grip on your hips, he pulled you closer until your core was just over his tip. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Cheavy run one of his huge hands along your hip towards your backside, your soft flesh feeling warm and inviting to Cheavy as he watched you try to conceal your arousal by hiding your face, but you couldn't hide this. He knew a part of you clung to your personal decency, too afraid to fully let go and give into pleasure, not like that would last much longer anyway.

Tightening your grip on his shoulders, you ran your pussy along the underside of his cock, adding a bit of slickness to his hefty shaft. You were almost too scared to look, trying not to think about the pain and forcing yourself to keep moving. Judging by how his cock throbbed against you, he wanted you right now. Still, despite your own desires, you were almost too scared to move further. You knew it was too late to turn back, but you still felt utterly unprepared. You could tell he wanted you to be the one to move first as he was eerily still below. You didn't need to look down, using your sense of touch to align your core with his member as you forced yourself to lower down to envelope his head. It stung like hell. Despite how you prepared for this moment, he was still hung as hell, and you couldn't help but fear what would happen if it didn't fit.

Cheavy shifted his arms, one wrapping around the back of your neck, holding the back of your head in the palm of his hand, and the other wrapping around your waist. You were surprised he wasn't slamming into you or forcing himself inside, instead taking you in his arms almost soothingly. 

"Deeper- Now!"

"I'm trying!"

Despite being on your knees and heavily sitting down, the two of you were still, just about at eye level, as you could feel his hot breath against your neck and face with every word he spoke. You gasped, feeling him push up just a little to encourage you to go on. Using your grip on his shoulders, you drew closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his head, connecting your cheeks together. 

The sting was still there, but you fought back, forcing yourself to take more, the pain dulling the longer you got used to feeling something so massive inside. His head leaned back a little, signing in relief as you finally managed to take all of him inside you. You heard him inhale deeply, breathing in your scent, moaning in pleasure at the sensory overload of the moment before giving in entirely. 

"You think you're ready? You need me to move first?"

Whispering in his ear, you answered,

"I am."

Needing no further incentive, you felt his hips begin to rock below you. The stinging started to fade away as he moved surprisingly adept beneath you. The feeling replaced by pleasurable friction. It felt wrong to want him so bad, but you didn't even care. For just a moment, you wanted nothing more than to chase your own pleasure, taking Cheavy right along with you. The lewd sound of wet skin against skin accented by the headboard hitting the wall behind the bed and the combined sound of your choppy breathing. Cheavy's arm slithered down from your waist to your crotch as he found your clit again. He used his fingers to roll the bud between his fingers, pinching lightly, massaging the skin with a skill you'd never expected from him. 

It was getting harder and harder to keep up. You felt so tiny and under his control on his lap, your mind lost to the pleasure. You felt a familiar burning feeling deep in your gut, though now you were rolling and grinding your hips against his, feeling how you were arousing him just as intensely. His hand on the back of your head tightened as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back slightly. Gasping in surprise, your little reaction only encouraged his roughness as he wounded his fingers deeper into your hair, the pull increasing in strength the closer he was to his climax. And with one more pull on the back of your head, in perfect sync with a pinch to the clit you came right then and there, riding Heavy needily as you wanted to draw out your orgasm the best you could, now mentally sending your blessings to this psychopath and his huge cock. You pushed away from his shoulders with your hands, your back arching in pleasure as your entire body went tense and rigid.

Feeling your body coming against his was the final push he needed to reach his own peak. Cheavy shot his load straight into you, hips bucking the cum deeper inside as he pounded into you mercilessly. Even after his orgasm, he continued to mindlessly pump into you, feeling the pleasurable aftershocks of his orgasm beginning to settle in.

Cheavy's shoulders slumped, and his head followed suit, bobbing slightly as he tried to catch his breath while you were still buzzing from your orgasm, unable to do anything but brace your weight against his shoulders. You were still trying to find your bearings as you felt him carefully pull out, keeping hold of your waist to keep you steady. You were distantly aware of the feeling of his seed dripping between your legs, down your thighs. Momentarily forgetting yourself, you slackened his grip, falling into his chest. For all the mental and physical pain you'd suffered today, you desperately wanted to be held, to feel just a morsel of comfort, no matter from who. 

This didn't last too long, as Cheavy began to shift in bed, easily moving your body with his. Going from sitting up in bed to laying down. Feeling your initial fear of Cheavy resurfacing, you timidly shifted from resting your body on top of his to laying on your side right next to him. You curled into the fetal position with your back to him, not quite in pain but far from at ease. You were filled with dread as you couldn't help but wonder if you could trust him to hold up his side of the bargain now that he had what he wanted. After all, you were no one to him. Just a body he could use to warm his bed.

It took everything to try and push these thoughts away. To try and convince yourself you did everything you could to survive, that come next morning, Heavy would want you gone. The feeling of Cheavy's hefty arm pulling you possessively into his chest as he repositioned to lay on his side facing you. Then in a low whisper, you heard him speak, his breath tickling the flesh of your face.

"You did well. I never thought you spies were good for much of anything. I think I'll keep you here a little longer."

With this one statement, you felt your blood run cold. Without realizing your body began to tremble. You felt cold and terrified despite how close you were to his warm body. Like a splash of frigid water, you felt goosebumps prickle, and your stomach flip. He knew. He fucking knew all along, and I fell right for it! You thought bitterly. You wanted to cry, or scream, or try and fight back, or run, but you knew it was pointless, and you'd lost the battle. He couldn't see your face, but he could tell by your unsteady breathing and tense body that you were only now realizing the situation. In a mockingly soothing gesture, he began to run his hand along your arm, hushing your ragged and fearful breathing.

"It's not every day a hostage is practically thrown right into my lap like this. But you're something special. I can feel it."

Your stomach churned with disgust and fear as you could do nothing but lay down in the grave you'd drug for yourself unknowingly. You couldn't budge an inch from his body, given his hold on you. With a trembling voice, you spoke,

"How did you-"

"I've seen your wanted posters with the rest of your team. That mask of yours doesn't hide as much as you think it does. I had a hunch it was a spy stirring up my team, and the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew."

"But why this! Why not just kill me if you hate me so much?"

You couldn't hide the distress in your voice nor the sobs you no longer had the strength to hide.

He pulled you a little tighter.

"Like I said, it's been too long since I've seen some fresh meat around here. And all the better, a little spy. I hate your type, you know that? You think you're so clever, so sneaky, so much better than the rest of us, don't you? You, spineless Spies, don't deserve a quick death. Your kind has been a thorn in my side for too long, I can't kill you all, but I sure as hell can make you pay on their behalf."

You wanted to question him further as though you had anything to say for yourself. You were an embarrassment to spies everywhere, and now you were stuck here, against your will and under enemy command.

"You'll make a nice little bargaining chip. Your teammates must be so worried about their poor little spy. But do you think they would take you back if they knew what you've done?"

You answered in a weak, cracked voice, hardly louder than a whisper. 

"You're wrong. We're a team. They would never abandon me. No matter what."

He snickered in amusement as you clung to what little resilience you could muster. It was cute, really. 

"You're sure about that? Do you really think they'll trust you once they find out you've fucked the enemy because you were too weak to escape? I bet if they could see you now, naked, full of my cum, and in the enemy's bed, none of them would want you back. Hell, maybe I could slit your throat right now, and they would be on my side."

You huffed, trying to prove you didn't believe him, but it wasn't until now that you realized how filthy you felt. You hated how right he was. The way you wanted to puke, feeling his sweaty chest pressing against your back, the feeling of his seed deep in your gut. How you felt like you could still feel his cum running down your throat, over your tongue, and spilling from the sides of your mouth. As much as it hurt to admit it, Heavy was right. You felt repulsive. As much as you tried to assure yourself you only did what you had to do to survive, it did nothing to stop the shame from washing over you. You felt sick to be in your own skin, fresh tears prickling in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks as you used every ounce of strength to remain cloistered, to do whatever you could to prevent giving Heavy the satisfaction of seeing you broken down and frail. Finally, with a light peck on your cheek, Heavy whispered.

"Tomorrow is gonna be a fun day for us. You'll want to get some sleep in while you can."

Suddenly you felt his hold around your body tighten as he spoke in a frighteningly low hiss.

"And if you try to escape and wake me up, I'll break your fucking spine."

You nodded rapidly, wanting nothing more than to escape his vice-like grip. Fortunately, this was all it took, and he relaxed while keeping you tightly under his arm, tucked under his chin. You could not fall asleep, but you forced yourself to close your eyes and slow your breathing. It wasn't long until you felt his breathing begin to copy your rhythm as he drifted off to sleep. You wished you could do the same, but his questions kept repeating. Of course, your team would want you back. They would understand you did what you had to do. There's no way they would see you as a traitor for doing what you needed to do to survive. Despite how you tried to assure yourself, Cheavy successfully planted seeds of doubt in your mind, and now there was no way to ignore the uncertainty lingering in your mind. Wondering if you could trust your team to want you back, fearing the worst was yet to come.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 23: Under Control (Pegging)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spy gets taken down a peg (ha) after you gain some confidence with a strap

Tags: Pegging, edging, dom/sub

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

You kissed your way down Spy’s neck, earning short little moans of appreciation. The glow from a few candles and the light of the moon shining through a far off window was all that illuminated the room. You cupped a hand over Spy’s cheek, turning his flushed face to you in order to press your lips to his. He moaned against your mouth as he continued to prepare, thrusting his fingers into himself. He was already making such nice sounds for you.

“I believe I am ready, darling.” Spy leaned over to whisper in your ear, and his words made you pause your endeavor of marking up his neck. You pulled further away to look at him. A few bruises were already blooming on his skin. He laid back on the bed before you, so ready to submit. Your hand unconsciously went to the strap on you wore, feeling the smooth silicon attached to you by a well fitted harness, which Spy had thankfully helped you put on after you struggled with the buckles for a solid ten minutes.

He had been the one to suggest this in the first place. It was just a few days ago, and at the time you had eagerly agreed. But now, as you climbed atop him, nerves were beginning to get the better of you. You hesitated, glancing around nervously, unsure of what exactly to say or do next.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” Spy asked, noticing your worried expression.

“I guess I’m scared of messing this up,” you confessed, your face reddening slightly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

A hand came up to brush against your cheek. You looked down at Spy, who offered a reassuring smile. “You will do just fine, mon amour. I’ve thoroughly prepared myself, so I won’t get hurt. And of course, we have this.”

He gestured towards the nightstand, where a small bottle of lube sat. You nodded, letting his words build up your confidence once again.

“Well, I suppose you are the expert when it comes to things like this,” you admitted, leaning over the bed and reaching for the lube. The cap opened with a rather loud pop.

“Deep breaths, darling. You can do this.” Spy said, watching you as you poured lube liberally onto the palm of your hand, using it to slick up the strap on.

“Think this is enough?” You asked, closing the bottle and setting it back on the nightstand.

“Yes, that should be sufficient. Now…” Spy spread his legs a bit, clearly tempting you closer with the lewd display. “Baise moi, s’il te plait.”

You managed to control the blush rising in your cheeks as you situated yourself between his thighs. You lined yourself up, and finally began to push in. Things went slowly at first, and you entered at a gradual pace until you were in to the hilt. At that point you paused to look at Spy for approval.

“Very good, my love,” he said, sounding quite pleased with the progress so far. He shuddered as he adjusted to the feeling. “Now, start moving slowly, find your rhythm.”

You nodded, proceeding with caution, gauging Spy’s reaction to your every move. It was awkward at first, but soon you became more sure of yourself, establishing an even pace. Spy squirmed beneath you, sighing softly as he laid back and let you ravish him.

“I take it I’m doing well?” You asked, grinning at the sight beneath you.

“Oui, darling,” Spy moaned, grasping your waist as you thrust firmly, but gently into him. His hands traveled upwards until he could wrap his arms around your shoulders. “That’s good mon amour, but you don’t have to be so gentle with me.”

Again, you hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not going to break, my dear.” Spy pulled you closer and his lips captured yours in a short kiss, assuaging your nerves somewhat. “However, perhaps this will encourage you to be a bit more rough?”

A devious grin spread across Spy’s face, and before you could ask what he meant, he had retrieved a small remote control from beneath his pillow. A button was pressed and your breath hitched when you felt the strap on begin to vibrate. You let out a harsh moan as the base pressed perfectly against your clit. Spy gasped when you jerked your hips forward, spurred on by the sensation.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry!” You scrambled to apologize for the sudden movement.

“Non, darling! Please, keep going!” Spy said, his tone shifting into something far more desperate than before. Oh, he did sound quite nice with that tone of voice. Any remaining hesitancy began to fade away. That vibration did feel really good, and you were more than eager to chase it.

You began thrusting harder, still gauging Spy’s reactions carefully at first. This time though, the moment you were sure that he was enjoying himself, you began to let go a bit, allowing yourself to indulge in earnest. You moaned as you began to lose yourself in the sensations, letting the vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

A sudden change of angle led to you hitting a very good spot. It was evident by the way that Spy arched off the mattress, eyes rolling back, moaning especially loud. It was quite the sight, and you immediately wanted to see more. Between the way Spy writhed beneath you, and how heavenly the vibration felt against your clit, any hesitancy you had harbored almost completely disappeared.

Spy was quite impressed. He hadn’t expected you to become so confident so soon, and he certainly wasn’t complaining. He probably would have offered up some praise, if it weren’t for the fact that every thrust of your hips rendered him unable to do anything other than cry out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, yes!” You gasped suddenly, your hips stuttering as your orgasm overtook you with little warning. You stilled in order to let yourself ride out the high, the vibration never ceasing, even as you came down from your climax.

You stayed there, panting for several moments until you realized, with some embarrassment, that Spy hadn’t finished yet. He was still trembling beneath you, hands clutching the bedsheets in tight fists, barely able to say a coherent word. Unbeknownst to you, you were still pressed right against his prostate, where the vibration now tortured him to no end.

The normally well-put together man had become a shaky, moaning mess beneath you. He looked so painfully hard, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach as you buried the strap deep within him. You let out a shaky sigh, surprised at how quickly your arousal was renewed by that sight alone. After a couple more moments of gasping and begging, it occurred to you that Spy may not be able to finish from prostate stimulation alone. You could certainly have fun with that.

“I’m not done with you yet,” you said, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You began thrusting again, powering through the overstimulation. Leaning over Spy, you took hold of his wrists, pinning them beside his head and adding an element of restraint to the mix.

In any other situation, Spy probably would have been able to break free of your hold, but he was far too lost in a haze of desperation to do anything about it as of now. Or perhaps he wanted to be controlled by you. Whatever the reason, you were allowed to overpower him for now, and you enjoyed every moment of it.

“Oh mon Dieu! Please my dear! S'il te plait mon amour, touchez moi!” A dizzying blend of French and English poured from Spy’s lips. While you struggled to understand most of it, you could easily recognize the tone of someone begging for release, no matter what language they were speaking.

Now that you had become keenly aware of where his sweet spot was, you made a point to aim there, thrusting and grinding interchangeably to create an intoxicating blend of sensations. You could do this forever, but you also felt your second orgasm already building, and you weren’t sure you would be able to handle any more overstimulation after that.

Still, you endured. You held back and continued pounding into Spy. His cock twitched as you leaned over him, so desperate for the stimulation that you continued to deny him. You were effectively keeping him right on the edge of orgasm, and you had never felt so in control. It was an incredibly rewarding, almost high-like feeling, and you used it as your motivation to keep going for as long as possible.

“Je suis près! Touch me, my darling, please!” Spy’s desperate pleas finally formed into a few short coherent sentences. As your own orgasm threatened to overtake you, you finally decided that Spy had been teased enough. You reached down, trailing your palm down Spy’s chest and stomach before finally dipping low enough to stroke his cock. At this point, it only took a few firm strokes to push him over the edge that you had been keeping him on for so long.

Spy clutched at the sheets beneath him, his body jerking harshly as he finally came. You chuckled as you watched him spill over your hand and onto his own torso with an intense moan. Those moans persisted for several moments before ebbing away and turning to soft gasps as the waves of ecstasy faded into smaller and smaller aftershocks.

You continued to grind until you brought about your own climax as well. The vibration intensified every sensation, at first immensely pleasurable, then overwhelming, then borderline uncomfortable. You pulled out with a whimper, fumbling with the straps of the harness until the strap on finally fell away, relieving you of the overstimulation and leaving you with just the pleasant afterglow of such an intense orgasm. You collapsed next to him, a satisfied grin on your face. Resting a hand on Spy’s rapidly rising and falling chest, you noticed that he was still quivering.

“Are you alright?” You asked, a bit concerned that you may have gone too far. However your worries were soon quenched when Spy responded with an enthusiastic nod. He threw an arm over your shoulders, holding you close to his body. The soothing rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat threatened to lull you to sleep, but you merely rested your eyes. You knew that Spy would probably insist on a shower once he regained the strength to stand, and honestly, the promise of hot cascading water and steam sounded quite nice.

You heard Spy begin to chuckle softly to himself, feeling the rhythm of laughter in his chest, which you were currently resting your head on. You opened your eyes, fixing him with an inquisitive look.

“You enjoyed seeing me so helpless beneath you, didn’t you, darling?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered in an almost shy manner. It was ironic, given how bold you were during the actual act of pinning Spy down and making him beg for release.

“You managed to surprise me. I’m quite impressed,” he admitted.

You smiled, practically swelling with pride. Spy held you closer, his arm now hooking around your waist firmly. He pulled you in for a surprisingly deep kiss. You threw a leg over him, trying to pull yourself impossibly closer. Spy was the first to break the kiss, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Of course, this means I simply must find a way to make you just as unbearably desperate as I was.” A wicked grin spread across his face, which was still a bit flushed. “It’s only fair, right chérie?”

You shivered, anticipation sending jolts of excitement throughout your still sensitive nerves. He rolled atop of you, wasting no time pressing your wrists against the mattress just as you had done to him. You were amazed at how quickly he had regained his strength, and even though you were still so over sensitive, you couldn’t deny that you were looking forward to what he had in store for the rest of the night.

[btsqualityy]

Mama kim seokjin going through a rough phase thinking she's not enough for not having any kids and jin comforting her and just holding her🥹❤️

Warning: mentions of infertility

You were laying in bed, staring blankly out of the window that was on the wall. Though the sun was shining and you could hear the birds chirping, you couldn't bring yourself to feel the happiness that the weather called for.

Earlier that day, you had gotten yet another two negative pregnancy tests and though you had been getting negative tests for almost 6 months at this point, something about these two had you near your breaking point.

"Jagi!" You heard Jin call for you, the sound of his footsteps coming closer and you closed your eyes tightly, not wanting to face your husband and tell him about yet another failure on your part.

"Jagi?" He called out again and you heard him walk closer to the bed until he appeared in front of you, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to your body. "Hey, you ok?"

"No," you shook your head.

"What's up?" He wondered. "Are you sick?"

"I don't wanna tell you."

"Are you dying?" Jin asked instantly and you shook your head. "Anything super serious with your health, then?" You shook your head again. "Alright. Well, I'll just lay here with you until you're ready to tell me."

Before you could respond, Jin climbed into the bed and settled his body next to yours, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against his. He made himself comfortable, pressing his cheek against your head and softly running his fingers over the skin on your abdomen.

You're not entirely sure how long the two of you stayed like that but Jin kept his word. He just held you, not speaking but breathing deeply and managing to relax you with just his presence. Feeling comforted, you took a deep breath before you spoke up.

"I took a pregnancy test today," you announced. "Two, actually."

"Oh," Jin said and his tone was even. "And what did they say?"

"Negative, again."

"Oh," Jin echoed and his voice was still neutral. "And that upset you."

"Well, yeah," you scoffed. "It's been almost six months, Jinnie. I didn't think it was gonna be this hard when we started trying."

"Honestly, neither did I."

"Something's wrong with me," you said and you felt Jin shake his head against yours.

"There's nothing wrong with you," Jin huffed. "Sometimes, it just takes time."

"Not if you're actively trying, it shouldn't," you shot back.

"Let's just say there is something wrong then. It could be me and not you," he countered. "Would you think something was wrong with me?"

"Of course not but it's different," you said. "I'm the one who would carry the baby, the one who would have the baby. I feel like it's my fault and I feel like shit for not being able to give you a family."

"Y/N, look at me," Jin said firmly and you turned around in his arms so that you could see his face. "I love you. I've loved you since the moment we were on our first date and you smiled at me. That also means that I loved you before I knew if you'd be able to have a baby or not. My love for you is not going to change if that's the case."

"Are you sure?" You questioned. "What if I never have a baby?"

"Then I'd still be happy because I'd still have you," he said. "Also, there's plenty of kids that need good homes, right?" Your eyes welled up with tears then, your brain not being able to comprehend how amazing your husband was.

"I love you," you said in place of the millions of things that were coursing through your mind.

"I love you more," Jin responded, leaning down and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Further Endless Heirs AU ideas (part 1)

Gonna tag @somebodyssherlock-heterodyne and @themirokai cuz you guys have been so fun to share this particular AU with :)

I toyed with turning this into a fic but I don't think i have the energy right now for two fics at once, and I wanted to share these ideas anyway so they didnt just sit rattling around gathering dust.

So I talked before about Daniel getting captured, and the adverse effects that would have on him and Wish due to their shared hearts

And here's the rough wider story I've built around it since then. Daniel, some time in his early thirties, (a little while after he and Wish have made contact with Destruction), wakes up one day in a strange twisting labyrinth, no idea how he got there, no idea how to get out, and worst off, apparently no connection with the Dreaming. Whenever he goes to sleep he doesn't dream, just wakes back up in the labyrinth in a new area.

He's stuck there for an unknown amount of time. He's immortal enough that he won't die of starvation but it's not pleasent, and he's entirely alone. He tries to keep up his strength and spirits, knowing his family must be looking for him, but each dsy that passes without rescue wears at him a little bit more, slowly breaking down his spirits--and worse, apparently his physical form as well. Wherever he is its doing something to him, making him go odd and fuzzy at the edges.

But finally, things change one day when he finally stumbles into what appears to be the heart of the Labyrinth, and meets a very scared and confused young teen named Suzanna Holland.

Suz has no idea how she got here either, the last thing she remembers is getting sick and being taken to a hospital, and then she woke up here, wherever here is.

After determining Suz, as she's called, isn't dangerous, the two bond as they try to find their way out of the Labyrinth, learning about eachother as there's nothing to do but talk.

Suz learns about Daniel and the Dreaming, and is hopeful that someone will come for him and so save her too. She doesn't have any family left that she knows of. Her mother had been part of a magical practitioners community that had gotten into some dark stuff, and Suz had left home to get away from it, and her mother hadn't bothered to try and come after her. She doesn't know who her father was and her mother hadn't gotten along with her own parents, so Suz doesn't know them either. But Daniel's family seems to care about him, surely they'll find him soon...

But the days go by, and no one comes, and Daniel starts to get worse and worse. Finally, he determines that their only chance is to try and see if maybe he can push through whatever is blocking his connection to the Dreaming, by joining his power with the little magic Suz might have, and see if he can get her to sleep and enter the Dreaming if he can't, and contact someone. So they try--and Suz disappears completely. Leaving Daniel all alone once more.

Suz however, appears in the Dreaming, and the first perosn she meets is Matthew, who once he hears that Daniel hs sent her quickly takes her to Dream--who can tell instantly that Suz isn't in the Dreaming bodily, it's only her sleeping form that is here. Which means that her body is still somewhere out there, asleep.

Which freaks Suz out, as she was sure she was physically there with Daniel in the Labyrinth, it felt so real...

And the Dreaming family, which has been searching for Daniel in the Waking for weeks, wondering why they're unable to find his mind in the Dreaming, starts to realize just what his captors have done.

They've used Daniel'a own powers against him, pulled on his own abilities and trapped his mind within a miniature Dreaming of his own unconscious making. And the longer he's there the more real it becomes, and the more he loses hope of being found, the more that his never being found becomes a Reality as well, blocking him from being found by his family by magical means, creating a self fulfilling prophecy.

And the more Daniel loses hope, the more he starts to lose himself....

And this breaking of his heart and self is echoing back into Wish, who's already desperate to try and find Their cousin and best friend, who's been missing for months now. They're becoming colder, sharper, more reminsicent of how Desire was before Them, willing to do whatever They need to to get what They want, to find Daniel...

Including making a deal with a certain young demoness They've never cared for. A wish of her choosing, to be fulfilled whenever she might ask, in return for reigning down vengance on Daniel's captors. For if Wish can't find them, They can make sure that they have a Hell of a time waiting for them in the end.

Eventually, the Dreaming family is able to help Suz remember more about what had happened to her before she fell ill. People who had found her, who had said they were taking her to hospital, strange things she had thought were dreams when she'd 'slept' in the Labyrinth which she now realizes were actually small flashes of wakefulness.

And with these, they're able to finally pin point where the people who've taken Daniel might be, who've been using Suz's latent magical abilities to cover up Daniel's magical signature as well as boost their spell with her own life force.

The full force of Daniel's family comes raining down on the captors, though their mastermind and one of his main henchman manage to escape beforehand. They find Suz's body, deep in a coma, hooked up to a multitide of medical equity that's apparently keeping her alive. The captors who are left have used magic to keep themselves from answering any of the questions put to them...and so they get to truly know the terrors that Nightmare's can hold...

Daniel, despite his rescue from the dream catcher Labyrinth, isn't doing well, in mind or body. Though Dream wants to keep him to heal in the Dreaming and Lyta understandable wants him in the Waking with her, both end up agreeing that with the nature of his Heart the best thing may actually be to let him spend his convalescence with Wish, who's more then happy to care for Their cousin, and furious with Themself for not finding him before he got to this state. Promising that They'll never let anyone hurt him like this ever again, no matter what...

Their renewed proximity does seem to help Daniel somewhat, as well as calming Wish's intensity down (though simply having Daniel back is a main factor in that, shared hearts aside), but there's still much healing needed.

Suz is still in a coma, though her dreaming mind is happy to find a welcoming new family in the Dreaming, Matthew especially seems to have taken a shine to her, watching over her like she's a new born chick. But her mortal body, watched over in the Waking by the grateful Walkers and Lyta, isn't doing so well...

And the mastermind who orchestrated Daniel's capture, for reasons yet unexplained, is still out there...