#spit in my mouth PLEASE i am begging it is a goddamn need at this point

[inkykeiji]

hi hi i’m just stopping by blogging from my bed with a chest cold to let you all know that i’m going to marry dave bayley’s voice goodbye

[honeyedheartss]

Southern Frank x reader // bar sex

I am once again thinking about southern Frankie and him taking you out dancing and you've had a few too many and your eyes are heavy and you're also horny as fuck and your watching his hand wrapped around the beer across the table from you all half lidded gaze and he drags his thumb up over the rim like he knows you're going insane on your side of the table. and you're squeezing your thighs together and bump his boot with your foot by accident and he looks over from watching the band, concern all etched in his bunched up forehead and asks if you're "alright over there, baby" in that drawl of his and you drag your heavy eyelids up, tracking your gaze over his throat and GOD you want to bite him right where his neck meets his shoulder and make him groan and grip the back of your neck and what was the question again. you look up at him and his eyes are all gentle on you all worried and soft "ok?" yeah you're ok. you blink to refocus and he nudges your foot back with his fucking boots. you track your gaze back down and all you can think about is sliding under the table and grinding on those fucking boots of his and pulling at his belt and- he's grabbing your hand from where you had started to slide down on your side of the booth and his concern has slid to knowing amusement, recognizing your buzzed lust with your blown out pupils and oh he's asking you a question.

when did you guys stand up? "not listening to a word I'm sayin' are you, sweetheart" he's mumbling into your ear and you twine your arm up around his neck to keep him close and pray he keeps talking to you, the rough timbre of it going straight to your pussy. he kicks the base of the rickety door of the (blessedly) single stall washroom in the back. "hurry up in there would you?" he has to shout to be heard above the music and you're trying to position yourself so the thick paw of a hand on your waist slips down to where you want it. "hang on a minute for me, princess. attagirl, just a bit longer I promise" some wiry old man scurries out of the washroom, tipping his hat at you both and raising his eyebrows with a knowing smirk. there's a gruff "piss off" above you before frank is directing you inside, kicking the door behind you and flicking the lock. the porcelain of the rusted old sink presses into your ribs and it's a welcome relief from the heat of the bar floor.

he makes quick work of your panties, flicking your skirt up over your ass and "hang on baby I'm going as fast as I can" when had you started begging? you're clenching around nothing when you hear his belt jingle behind you and you're craning over your shoulder, head drooping, to watch your favorite part. he smirks at you and pulls his cock over the waistband of his boxers, thumbing the head. "here princess" he holds his hand under your face and you dutifully spit, mouth already dry from the alcohol and gaze up at him, doe eyed. "awwww already got you stupid and I haven't even touched you. maybe I don't need to fuck you, huh?" not fuck you? nononononono please Frankie please "not sure if that's my name sweetheart" sir please please "you don't even know what you're beggin for right now do you?” and then his cock is FINALLY in you, splitting you in half and your whimpers are echoing so loud you're sure the whole bar can hear you over the band and his hand is in your hair yanking you up, your ass flush to his hips, his other snaking around to rub your clit and there please Frankie fuck there please and he's groaning into your shoulder and you're gripping the edge of that goddamn sink like life support as you come and then he pulls out as fast as he went in, pulling your panties back up, come still leaking out of you and you're wobbling to stand while he buckles up his jeans and offers you his arm all gentleman-like to lead you back out and you're gaping up at him because his come is inside you he's not really gonna make you walk out like this is he? "ladylike now, princess. people are watching" he mumbles into your hair and flings the door open heading back to your table where he settles, hand around that fucking beer bottle, watching the band like he didn't make you see God in that bathroom. you do feel a bit more sober though

[junisfics]

1:44 AM* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Fuckboy! Eren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You and Eren's relationship status has always been up in the air... but you'll always be the one he texts in the middle of the night looking to get his dick wet

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18 + (Breeding Kink)

minors can read, but please don't interact (like, comment, reblog)

you hear your phone buzz a few times beside you, vibrating and shifting around on the wood of the nightstand as you turn yourself over to grab it.

‘come over’ ‘y/n, please’

two messages from eren jaeger. 1:44 in the morning. and although his messages were vague, you knew exactly what he wanted. it was the same thing he always wanted.

you sigh, unplugging your phone and rolling over to your back. if you were to scroll up, all the messages ever sent between you two would mirror the ones that were sent only moments ago. and even though you hated how he was using you to his own satisfaction, you could never tell him no. 

‘now?’ you reply, but you already know the answer.

‘yes’ ‘need you so bad’ 

his response sends butterflies erupting in your stomach and makes your face grow hot. you know it was a manipulation tactic, saying ‘you’ instead of ‘it. he had handfuls of other girls that would be more than willing to fulfill his late night needs. but it still makes your heart swell, it makes you feel special.

you slip out from under your sheets, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and tugging off your sweatpants and panties to replace them with pretty baby blue ones and a pair of light grey cotton shorts. you do the same with your tee-shirt, trading it for navy, straight-bottomed sweatshirt that was your dad’s in college.

you take a moment to brush your teeth before slipping on some shoes, grabbing your keys, and getting in your car to drive halfway across town to eren’s complex.

over time, eren has used his living-alone situation very much to his advantage. he’s also used his good looks to his advantage. so whenever he wants, he finds a girl, brings her home, and fucks her senseless until she comes crawling back for more.

but as much as they beg, eren almost never ever gives them seconds. and up until his sophomore year in college, there were only five other girls that he’d gotten with more than once. and until he met you, there was no one else who was consistently getting with him.

you had met him at a party, fucked him in his car, then expected it to be a one night stand type thing. but not even four days later, an unknown number had texted you asking to meet up again. and it was eren.

and ever since that party over a year ago, the hookups were consistently inconsistent. sometimes eren would want you twice a day, everyday, for a week straight. and sometimes he would go a month without messaging you.

and it made you so happy but so hurt at the same time; to have to go without him, someone you've fallen so badly in love with, for so long hurt terribly, but to always have him coming back for you made you swell with pride.

the moment you rap your knuckles against his door, it's swung open. and behind the door stands a shirtless and visibly flustered eren. his face was blushed red and his chest was heaving with every heavy inhale he took.

the moment he can get ahold of you, he does. eren grabs your arms and yanks you inside, only to close the door then press you up against it with his lips on yours.

you can't help but giggle against his lips, "well, hello to you too"

but eren responds by leaning down to grab your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing your back up against the door and kissing you harder.

as surprising as it was, this wasn't new. eren has his moments where he would just want a quick fuck and that's all, he'd skip the small talk and just bend you over.

you can already feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh, pressing through his sweatpants and grinding against you. you wonder how long he was like this before he texted you...

you let your hands come up to hold his face in your hands as you kiss him back, matching his desperation. your tongues are already sliding against each other, licking into your open mouths and swallowing down and escaping moans.

he was so desperate, so so desperate, you could almost feel his body trembling with arousal and desire. his grip was borderline painful, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs and his teeth were knocking against your own. it was so rushed, so primal.

he pulls you off the door, still holding you against him and his face still in your hands as he blindly finds his way to his bedroom and drops you onto the bed, your back hits the mattress

eren crawls over you again, taking your neck in his right hand gently as he kisses you once more.

he grinds his hips against yours, sliding his clothed cock over your cunt, dragging the weight of it over your clit until you're whimpering at the sensation.

his left hand slides lower, down your torso and to your hip to grab ahold of your waistband.

"off, off now." he mutters, pushing at the fabric until you aid him in sliding it down your thighs.

once your shorts are off, he pushes his own pants just below his hips and frees his cock. he had went commando, no boxers, no briefs, no nothing under those sweatpants.

and once again you're wondering, 'how long has he been like this' and 'what was he doing before this'... but you know the answer.

his fingers on one hand nimbly grab the inner crease of your panties, pulling them aside while the other hand braces by your head as he slides the head of his cock through your accumulated arousal.

he only lets it slide over your clit a few times to watch you twitch beneath him before he brings it back down to your entrance and pushes inside you with one steady thrust.

"fuck me," he spits, head dropping forward to watch the way your hips tilt into his thrust. his hand beside your head hastily grabs the hem of your sweatshirt to push the waist of it up past your tits before coming back down next to you.

"oh my god," you whine, your right hand coming up to grab the wrist of his now planted hand, your other holding your sweater up your chest for him.

he could fuck you stupid every goddamn day of your life and you'd still never get used to the feeling of his cock filling you.

his arm shakes under the pressure of holding him up, and really only then does it hit you how badly he needed you.

"how — how long were you like this?" you breathe, circling your hips against his, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

"so fucking long. you have no idea what you do to me. 'was thinking about fucking you all day — god. m'fucking hand wasn't enough." he grunts, pulling himself out of you real slow, savoring the your cunt grips him, "the others weren't enough... needed you."

you can only let out a shaky moan at his response. it made your entire body run a degree hotter than it already was. never before has he so openly voiced his thoughts about you outside of sex, never before told you that he's thought about you while jerking himself off.

he slides his cock back in again, a low groan bubbling up from his throat as he does so. he'll never get over the way your body shakes as he reaches his hilt.

"yeah?" you encourage him to keep talking, wanting to hear him admit it again — needing to hear how much he wanted you, was desperate for you.

"fuck, yeah. you're the only one who takes my cock so well, they — god — they don't squeeze me the way you do." he groans, jaw dropping open as he finally picks up his pace

every thrust he takes he slightly increases his speed until his hips are slapping against yours and sending your pretty tits back and forth.

eren doesn't know where to look. he's stuck between watching your face melt in pleasure, watching your pretty little cunt stretch around his cock, or watching your pretty tits bounce in front of him. god you were so perfect for him.

"'s why i keep coming back to you," he pants, his free hand taking your jaw in his grasp as he brings his forehead against yours, "wanna be inside you forever, wanna see your stupid pretty face forever, wanna hear you beg for me forever."

"eren —" you cry, so overwhelmed both physically and mentally. you look into his beautiful jade eyes, watching his pupils dialate with lust — love — as he continues to fuck himself into you

"want this pussy to be mine, 's gonna be mine, y/n. you're gonna be mine." he says, his hold on your jaw growing tighter as he keeps pushing into you over and over and over.

"please, please — wanna be yours" you choke out these pathetic broken sobs that make eren's hearth ache so wonderfully. there were tears swelling on your lash line.

it was pathetic how wound up he's got you in minutes, but the way he's filling you, the way he's talking to you... it's all too too much

"love this cunt —" he breathes, eyes flitting to watch himself fill you, "love your pretty tits, love you. god, i love you — fuck — let me fill you, 'need to fill you, let me cum inside please."

your heart hurts. it hurt so fucking bad but so fucking god. it was all caught in your throat, swelling and choking you up.

you can only nod in his hand, those tears drip past your lashes and stream hot down your cheeks, "please, please cum inside, fill me up. make me yours, eren, i love you — 'always loved you"

your voice is raspy and you can barely hear yourself, but eren hears you. eren hears your confession and it sends him over the edge, and with a low groan, he pushes himself to the hilt and spills his release inside you

"god, yes," your moans are broken as you cum around his cock, squeezing him so nice and milking him of everything he's got

and your release is more than physical. it feels like a dam has broken over, been flooded and poured out to him. you were holding it in for so goddamn long and it's out.

eren holds you against him, holding you so tight because now he's got you.

JUNISFICS © 2021

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 6

Positive

Cult girl and Hannibal find a way to turn a life-altering mistake to their favor.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: accidental pregnancy, discussion of abortion, adoption, slight emetophobia

Another week passed and the 'hangover' didn't subside. Then a third week passed, so you had to give up the façade and just admit you were sick. Hannibal was smugly concerned, but not alarmed. It paid to have a doctor for a fiancé. Studying could be done from bed and you needed to be in perfect working order to burn down your grandmother's country club and fully enjoy it.

Hannibal wasn't so much of a hypochondriac that he denied you affection while bed-ridden. That, or he didn't believe what you had was contagious. Whatever it was.

It wasn't until you woke up late, just days before the start of the new semester, that you discovered. You hobbled blindly to the bathroom to take your medicine. You were fully prepared to drop to your knees and vomit in the toilet and you wanted nothing more than to return to bed and slip back into sweet unconsciousness. Not even microdosing meth could keep you awake.

You slid your birth control packet out of its sleeve. You were halfway through the green placebo pills, so you were sure that didn't help how miserable you felt. This period sure had a hell of a build-up.

That's when a number caught your eye.

It was a number you weren't even previously aware existed. A date on your birth control packet. Dated three months prior.

You weren't lucid enough to comprehend what it meant, but once it hit you, you spit the pill into the sink.

Expired. You thought. How the fuck do pills expire?

No. No. No. No.

"[F/N]?" Hannibal said. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." You called back. "I... just need to take a shower."

You turned the faucet on. It was a bad lie and he would figure it out eventually, but you couldn't involve him. Not yet. You needed a minute alone to think.

You found the pregnancy test you stashed under the sink all those years ago. You double-checked the lock, then began the test. There was no romantic or even palatable way to describe the process of peeing on a stick, quietly as possible, to avoid your frankly terrifying fiancé's notice. Once it was done, you wrapped the still-loading test in toilet paper and shoved it back under the sink.

You had no idea how long it would take to give you a result. Or if waiting four years to use it would give you a false result. There was so much you didn't know.

You jumped into the shower and washed up, trying to push all thoughts of panic out of your head. It didn't work. You went right into bury-the-body mode. A fall down the stairs could best pass for an accident, but had the unintended consequences of severe bodily harm. You wondered if those special herbal teas actually worked and where you'd find one. Or, instead of investing in gimmicky, pseudo-scientific abortion teas or throwing yourself down a flight of stairs, you could just talk to him.

You sat on the bathroom floor in a towel for what felt like hours, holding the mummified pregnancy test between your fingers. It took all your strength to rip through the tissue paper and confirm what you already knew.

A big, obnoxious pink plus sign. Almost like it was rubbing it in.

Your head was screaming just talk to him. He was your goddamn fiancé. The man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. But you couldn't tell him. Not after what he said at the country club.

"Hannibal?" You called out, voice weak. "Can you come here, please?"

He opened the bathroom door to find you huddled against the sink wearing nothing but a towel. It was a sight that would make anyone freak out.

"My god, [F/N]." He took a knee beside you. "Are you hurt? Did you hit your head?"

You gestured to the pregnancy test at your side. You hugged your knees into your chest and waited for him to process everything.

He looked at you with an unreadable expression. "I thought you were on birth control?"

You covered your face with your hands. "I did too. Nobody told me that the pills actually expire."

Then came the question that you were dreading.

"What do you want to do?"

That was why you were hesitant to tell him. Not because he would try to make a decision for you, but because he wouldn't.

"I don't know." You blurted out. "What do you want to do?"

Hannibal raised his eyebrows. "You know I can't tell you that. You need to decide for yourself."

"That's what I was afraid you were going to say." You threw your head back in exasperation. "I'm just asking for a little direction. You said you definitely wanted to have kids-"

"Not like this." He cut you off. "Not when it would derail your entire career.” 

“Look, you know I was on the fence about having kids at all.” You rambled, just trying to collect your thoughts. “But then you described what you wanted for us and it just sounded so nice.” 

“Darling, I am begging you,” He pressed his fingers to his temples. “Please, decide for yourself and only yourself.” 

“I’m trying!” You objected. “I just need a second to think.” 

“Don’t think, just answer.” He implored. “What do you want to do?” 

“I want to get an abortion.” You blurted out before slapping your hand over your mouth. 

“Was that really so hard to say?” Hannibal asked, voice broken with relief. Relief of what, you couldn’t place. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. “It was, a little.” 

“Why?” He tilted his head curiously. “And please don’t say it was because of me.” 

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, hiding your face again. “I just learned I was pregnant, like, five minutes ago. I shouldn’t be expected to make a choice this massive without at least ten minutes to think about it.” 

“Do you really want to get an abortion?” He asked. 

Your voice wobbled with uncertainty. “No... yes?” 

“I see.” He said, as if this were just a point of academic curiosity that didn’t involve him whatsoever. “Is there a part of you, no matter how small, that wants to see the pregnancy to term?” 

“Well, yeah. Thus the basis of my uncertainty.” You threw your hands up. “But I also know it’s insanely unrealistic to think I could just speedrun my last two years of school and however long it takes to establish a career just to get to the domestic bliss.”

“You would do good to not expect motherhood to be a blissful retirement plan, love." Hannibal gently scorned. "Parenting takes just as much commitment as your studies. Likely more."

"I know." You bashed your palms against your forehead. "I said it was unrealistic, didn't I? Look, I just don't foresee any worthwhile outcomes if I carry this pregnancy to term. Even to put it up for adoption just seems selfish. Why bring a kid into the world just to set them up for a shitty life?"

Hannibal paused, and looked off into the distance pensively.

"If you could forgive me a hypothetical," He began. "What if we could guarantee them a wonderful life?"

"Are we talking philosophy, or do you have an actual suggestion?" You probed.

"A bit of both, depending on where your mind takes you." He smirked as if he were about to say something very clever. "What if Beatrice [L/N]'s estate made sure our child had a safe, comfortable upbringing? With a weighty college trust fund in their name, naturally."

You couldn't tell if this was brilliant or insane. It all depended on how 'hypothetical' the whole situation really was. Either way, you were interested.

"Go on." You urged, letting the idea slither into your mind.

"There's nothing in the will that specifically states we must raise the child ourselves." He recounted. "Only that it must be of blood descent."

You hadn't considered that, but it made sense once you heard it out loud. Your grandmother had many skills to make her a sharp manipulator, but her inattention to detail was always her downfall.

“Forty-five million extra dollars in the bank would be nice.” You said. You were humoring him at first, but when you said it out loud, it rang true. 

“Forty-five is drops in the bucket compared to what we can get from her property.” He added. “The house and the golf course.” 

You put your hand on your chin, actually, seriously considering it. You were on the precipice of inheriting more money than you could possibly spend in one lifetime. Money that could make so many problems go away overnight. Money you could hand out to anyone you wanted to, just to make their lives a little easier. You pictured yourself giving waitstaff six-figure tips, or handing a hundred dollar bill to someone asking for change on the street. You could erase your best friend's college debt as a birthday present. Get Hannibal a proper gift. All with money you bled out of your abusers.

It was divine justice. All at the price of nine months of your life.

"So..." Your voice trailed off. "We just need to keep this thing alive for the next nine months..."

"We can find an adoptive family in that time." Hannibal nodded along. "And we can set up a college fund for the child to be given to them on their 18th birthday."

"And we could make the adoption open, in case the child ever wants to meet us." You said.

"Right." He agreed. "Allowing the option for an adoptee to meet their biological parents is much better for their mental health and adjustment."

You covered your mouth with your hand, only to hide your excitement. "I take it back, I'm starting to see a positive outcome."

[sub-danny]

It’s @i-am-dead-inside-666

Can you imagine Niki spending too much time with his car and not enough time with you. So you fuck him in the car (although there’s really not much room so maybe not), or on the car, or somewhere where you can grab his curls and force him to stare at his car whilst you fuck him? Just to remind him who he belongs to Ygm?

I totally get you, and I loved this thought so much and seeming as we literally have no Sub!Niki content out there, I decided to make this into a request and write it because we need more sub!Niki content!

So here's a quick drabble I wrote today for it, I decided to go with Niki x Male reader as it just made sense with what I had in my mind so hope that's okay!

Warnings: Slight spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, sex on top of car, bratty Niki

The keys rattle in the lock as you open the door to your apartment. Walking in you call out Niki’s name and pause for a second yet you hear no reply. Once again you find yourself arriving home without Niki here, and likely wouldn’t be appearing until you had fallen asleep. Coming home once again to an empty bed plays on your patience. Patience that is wearing quite thin.

You could understand that racing is important to Niki, as much as your work is important to you, yet you expect some level of time between the two of you, especially late nights yet his obsession with beating James had driven him to spend more and more time working on his car late into the night. Even when the rest of his crew had left he would remain. You could count on it that he is there now.

As you predicted the garage is where you found him as the sun set over the horizon. All of the garage’s lights were out and the doors were firmly shut apart from the Ferrari. As you draw near you can see him leaning over the front of the car, checking the sturdiness of the little windshield.

Too busy within his own thoughts Niki doesn’t hear the sound of your footsteps approaching until your arm suddenly wrap around his waist, pulling his back into your chest as you place a kiss on his clothed shoulder.

“Y/n!” he exclaims, surprised at your sudden appearance.

“You should have been at home,” You mutter, your grip tightening around his which causes him to hiss through his teeth from the increasing pressure.

“I need to do some final checkups-” Niki starts to argue, squirming in your grasp in an attempt to turn around to face you but you hold him tight preventing his movement.

“That is no excuse Niki and you know it.”

You tilt your head slightly, pulling it away from his shoulder to glare at the car in front of you. It is Niki’s pride and joy but to you, it’s just a piece of metal that has wedged its way between your relationship.

“I only have one bit left to finish and then I’ll-” he begins to say again, but his apparent need to focus on the car rather than on you causes a scowl to appear upon your face.

“No. You don’t belong to this goddamn car Niki, you belong to me.”

The hand you had wrapped around his waist now trails up his chest, seeking the zipper of his suit and when you find it, your hand starts to tug it down. Niki isn’t wearing anything under his suit as soon as you start to pull the material down, his bareback is pressed into your clothed chest.

“Y/n.” he finally moans out, feeling his cock pick up in excitement.

As you finish tugging the suit down to his ankles, he attempts to move again, so he could straddle you but instead, you place your hand between his shoulder blades and quickly pushes him down onto the top of the car, making him huff in surprise. You promptly made work with your own zippers, pulling your cock out.

Due to the slanted bonnet, it’s a difficult position for the both of you, so you wrap one arm around his waist to pull his ass up while your other hand goes to curl your fingers through his curly hair, pulling his head up as his chest presses onto the car.

You bend forward, letting your cock slide into the crevice of his ass but nothing further yet, determined to make him wait for you knew how impatient he could get. Your back presses against his as you place your lips by the side of his ear and growl,

“I want you to look at the car as I fuck you, I want you to chant my name as you are thrusted upon the car. I want you to know that you belong to me.”

“I’m yours, of course, I’m yours,” Niki instantly replies in a snarky tone but as soon as you bit his ear lobe and tug it, his voice shatters into a low groan.

“Do you always have to be so bratty Niki?”

“It’s how you like me.”

You pull back, just to bring your hand down upon his ass in a warning which made him jolt and let out a little yelp of surprise.

“I could just leave you here Niki, no pleasure, nothing to fill you if that’s how you are going to act.”

“No wait, please! I won’t do it anymore, please,” Niki starts to beg, trying to grind back on you. He’s too erect now that to leave him like this would be torture. “I’ll be good, I will” he pleads, trying to turn his head to look at you, but your grip on his hair holds him steady.

Needing your own gratification, you decide to accept his apology and quickly with your other hand that’s holding his ass up, you briefly pull it away to cover your fingers in spit and bring it to his entrance.

Feeling your fingers press into him, Niki shudders with pleasure, his mouth opening to gape a little as he feels the way his entrance is stretched open up to you and how your two fingers press in and out of him in quick succession.

When you feel you have prepared Niki enough you pull your fingers out of him, repositioning your hand on his hip to pull him up to your crotch again and without much of a warning you press into him.

His back arches as he let out a loud moan, feeling the way you push into him, spearing him on your cock. As you settle entirely within him, he lets out a lewd moan. He could feel the way your cock pulses inside of him, how close you were to his prostate and he needs to feel you closer, he needs you deeper, nothing had ever felt better to him. You give him a few seconds to get used to being inside of him before you start to thrust in and out, leaving only the tip of you inside of him then pushing back into him. Each time you try to bury yourself as far as you can inside of him and it makes his whole body quiver with anticipation.

When your tip finally hit his prostate his grinds his ass back into you as he exclaims, “Fuck,”

“Such a dirty mouth of yours. What would your mother say?” you quip at him, making him groan more and though you couldn’t see it, the beginning of a blush settles upon his cheeks.

“What did I tell you to say, Niki?” you remind him as you angle your hips to thrust into his prostate again, watching the way he jolts and let out little gasps every time.

“That I’m, fuck, I’m yours! I’m yours,” he cries out as you push back into him again, making his whole body rock on the car.

Niki continues to chant the phrase until the pleasure starts to overwhelm him and all he could moan is your name and then finally when he’s on the edge of release, his mind is so clouded in a lust haze he can’t speak anymore. His jaw has slackened, gasping loudly at each thrust into him until you hit into his abused prostate so hard that Niki saw stars as his eyes roll into his head and he comes all over his car, ruining all the previous cleaning he had done to it only an hour before.

His whole chest heaves as you finally let go of his sweat-soaked hair and without that support, his face collapses onto the car. He lays there as you continue to thrust his body up and down the front of the car, chasing your own orgasm now. Only a few minutes after him, you eventually come inside of him and whisper praises into his ear about how good he had been for you, and how glad you were that he knew he is yours.

[ingeniouscollectionthing]

Mine (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Request: Maybe some jealous Tom during the Yuleball smut? When he didn't ask the reader out and he gets into a fight with the dude she went with?

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Dark, Spanking etc. the typical stuff.

“How dare you dance in the arms of another man?”, Tom grunted, as he slapped your already red ass once more. 

“How dare you let him touch you in the ways only I am allowed to?!”, now he aggressively pulled at your hair, making you arch your back, as he slammed his rock-hard cock into your cunt unbelievably fast.

“I – I’m so sorry Tommy, I didn’t mean to”, you said in a hoarse voice, before another moan left your lips as Tom hit your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, babygirl…you fucking should be”. 

You should’ve seen it coming, really. All week long were you waiting for your boyfriend to ask you out to the annual Yule ball. You had everything planned; the dress you bought was the perfect mixture of sexy and elegant, just how he liked it. You also spent a good amount of money on beautiful underwear for him to discover - you were so excited to see the amazed lustful look he’d give you if you revealed it to him.

But he never mentioned attending the ball together, he never brought it up. So as you finally took it upon yourself to ask him out, the day of the ball, the only response you got –

“Oh come on, darling. I do not like participating in social gatherings like these, you know I never did.”

“You wouldn’t even consider to accompany your goddamn girlfriend? For Merlin’s sake Tom, do you ever think of the things I want? Or is your ego too big to consider a woman’s wish for once?!” He shrugged.

You couldn’t deny that you felt a pang of pain in your chest, but as always, you sucked it up, as you stormed out of his dorm, slamming the door in the process. Tom on the other hand just laughed at your ridiculous behaviour. You’d come around anyway, you always come back.

If he didn’t care about what you wanted, you might as well seek out another man to be your date tonight. Someone who’d give you the appreciation that you needed, after all most boys at Hogwarts literally licked the floor you walked on.

And sure enough there were at least ten of them trailing your steps through the corridors just to get your attention. You already found a date however, by the way without any efforts, really – someone Tom absolutely loathed with a great passion.

Acamus McLaggen, a Gryffindor in his last year – good looking, overconfident and arrogant – a Gryffindor at his truly worst. You knew he adored you, after all he was the one trying to sneak a love potion into your morning tea in 4th grade. Tom was furious back then. He’ll probably kill him now. Perfect Plan, you thought.

“Is this what you wanted, you little dumb girl? To be fucked? To be fucked by McLaggen?”, Tom spit with venom in his voice, one of his hands sneaking around your body to grab your throat. With great pressure his hand cut off your air supply, making tears appear in the corners of your eyes.

Just as you thought he’d let you suffocate, he let loose again. His cock still pounded into your pussy, rubbing deliciously on your clit everytime it went out and back into your warm walls.

“Yes that’s right. Now you’re sorry, huh? When I show you who you belong to”

You let out a scream as your second orgasm of the night clashed through you, making you squirt all over his muscled thighs. It wouldn’t be the last one either, you realized quickly, as Tom pulled out of you just to throw you onto the floor on your back. He crawled over you in between your aching legs, before he kissed you hard, all teeth and tongue. As he pulled back he looked at you and with a dirty smirk he wiped away your tears – then he plunged into your swollen pussy again, groaning as he felt your walls already constricting against him. You were completely overstimulated, however Tom utterly adored the way you screamed and whimpered for him to still continue, as your nails clawed down his broad back.

“Tommy…please make me cum again.. I’ll be a good girl I promise!”, you moaned, as he left marks all over your neck and cleavage.

“Who do you belong to?”, he whispered hungrily.

 Tom hasn’t seen you since you left him alone. Until now he didn’t even spend a single thought on you, but he quickly realized that he actually missed your mere presence by his side. Maybe he was a bit harsh on you, he thought, as he went over to your dorm, knocking before opening the door – just to find it empty. Tom was confused, you weren’t in your bed, like he expected you to be – you weren’t there waiting for him. The only thing on your bed was your school uniform, lying in an unorganized pile. He put two and two together though, quickly walking back to his room to change into a proper suit to attend the godforsaken ball. He needed to find you, because he knew that if you were all alone at that event, every single boy in Hogwarts would gawk at you, his girl – they’d try to touch you, dance with you, which was his job.

You were currently dancing in the arms of your dearest date, always sneaking glances at the entrance to hopefully spot your boyfriend.

“You know, Riddle is an idiot for not taking you out in that dress. You look absolutely ravishing”, Mclaggen whispered in your ear, making goosebumps appear on your skin. You shivered in an uncomfortable way, but still managed a smirk, replying in a sultry voice,

“Oh do I now?” McLaggend tightened his grip on your waist to your disgust, but you kept playing. “Maybe Tom is missing out on more than just this simple dress. Maybe now, that you’re here, you should be the one getting the surprise hiding underneath.” You could feel how his hands squeezed tighter as his breath stocked. McLaggen grinned and just seconds before his lips could meet your scarlet red ones, he was shoved off of you with a nasty punch to his face. Some students noticed the scene, trying to ignore it as to not aggravate the attacker even more. Tom was absolutely fuming, his hatred for McLaggen burning his very being, as he stepped over him, grabbing his colour to pick him up.

“Run McLaggen. Run and hide. And pray that I won’t find you”, Tom whispered, his eyes glowing in a sick tone of red, as he watched him run off.

You smiled as you slowly stepped into Tom’s line of sight, linking your hands behind his neck. His instinctively went to your waist, instantly erasing the revolting feeling of another mans hands on you. His eyes bore into yours now.

“How dare you? Wearing such a dress for such a boy?”, he spit out, clenching his teeth.

“What else was I supposed to do to get your attention, Tommy? This dress was meant for you and even more so what’s underneath. How else am I supposed to get pleased by a man when mine won’t even look at me, because he only cares about himself”, you bit back, biting your lip.

He laughed at you, a sick fake laugh.

“You know as well as I do that I am the only one capable of giving you unbelievable pleasure. I’m the only one allowed to watch as you moan and scream for more, as I pull orgasm after orgasm from your little desperate pussy”.

“That’s what you say, Tommy”. You smiled.

And with that his temper wore out – he grabbed your wrist, surely leaving marks on it, as he dragged you into some abandoned empty classroom.  Tom shoved you up against a wall after he locked the door, kissing you passionately and ripping your dress into shreds without as much of a thought. He didn’t even glance at your fancy underwear, ripping it too, before groping your whole body in a perverted and aggressive manner, clawing and slapping every piece of you he could get. As you finally freed him of his jacket and shirt, he lowered you onto your knees, fumbling with his belt and pants to get his rock hard cock out of its confines.

“Suck”, was his only order, as he grabbed your head, shoving his penis into your waiting mouth. You did your best, his cock hitting the back of your throat hard, making you almost gag. Just as he was on the verge of spilling his seed into your mouth, he pulled you off him, manoeuvring you to stand against the wall, making you present your ass to him, which he slapped a few times - hard. Your pussy was already glistening with your arousal, making it easy for him to slip inside without a warning.

Which brings us back to where we are now.  

 “I’m yours Tom! Only yours! I’m so sorry! Please! Please make me cum again”, you nearly cried from the overwhelming feeling.

Tom laughed at your begging, enjoying how he finally broke you into a whimpering and fucked out mess. Your nails still dug into his back and he loved that small amount of pain he got from it. With one last look at your beautiful face, he couldn’t keep it anymore.

“Merlin (Y/N), my little girl!” His hips stuttered, as your walls tightened deliciously around his pulsating cock. Again he felt a wet sensation on his thighs, and he smirked for he made you squirt again. You both panted hard, the world spinning around your heads, lost in the raw feeling of skin on skin.

Tom laid down beside you on the floor, turning you so that you faced his chest, engulfing you tightly in his arms. His breathing slowly returned to normal. His hand enclosed softly around your jaw, tilting your head upwards to meet his now sparkling blue eyes. You tried to focus on him, your vision getting blurrier by second, as you fought to stay conscious. You were beyond exhausted.

“Don’t worry”, Tom smirked darkly as your eyes closed. “I’ll keep you safe.” And right after he left a light kiss on your forehead – “You are mine”.

You slipped into unconsciousness, his dark laugh echoing in your mind.

It’s a bit short, but still fucking steamy. Hope you like it,

- ingeniouscollectionthing

[babbushka]

please can i have 9 from the nsfw prompts with pale please;)

2.2k, NSFW (rough sex at the dinner table, naked woman clothed man spanking, PIV, fingering, dirty talk)

The first time you sigh, Pale doesn’t think anything of it. You sighed sometimes, for lots of different reasons. Not everything had to fuckin’ mean something. It was a lovely evening, Pale was home early from work, you had the day off so he gave you some money so you could pamper yourself from head to toe, he cooked up a big delicious dinner -- if he says so himself, which he does -- and he even turned on the stereo set to play some soft music while you both ate.

The second time you sigh, Pale debates bringing it up. But then he figures nah, you’re the type of woman that says what’s on her mind. You don’t dilly dally around your opinions like some of these other broads do, trying to get their men to guess at what’s botherin’ them. No, that isn’t your style, not usually anyway.

“Alright,” He levels you a look, setting his fork down on the third time that you sigh, eventually giving into the bait and asking, “What’s the fuckin’ matter with you?”

Your eyes widen at the sharpness of his voice, and it’s then that Pale realizes maybe you didn’t know you were makin’ all them huffing puffing sounds as you pushed your dinner around your plate.

“Nothin’!” You frown, shruggin’ with one of your shoulders in that way of yours that meant something was definitely wrong. “Nothin’s the matter. It’s just...”

“Just what, c’mon, spit it out sweetheart you know I can handle it whatever it is.” Pale steels himself for something disastrous, holds his breath.

“You didn’t fuck me this morning.” You announce, sounding halfway between sad and annoyed, and if Pale had been chewing anything, he’d be choking.

“What?” He stares at you with a frown, and you shrug again, waving your hand around, sounding too much like your feelings are hurt when you explain;

“This morning. You left, without wakin’ me up, you know. Without givin’ me a good morning.”

Pale wracks his brain, because that didn’t sound right. That didn’t sound like Pale, not fuckin’ you or at the very least makin’ out with your cunt before he had to go to work. But then, oh right, he remembers that he had to leave too early, and wanted to be sweet to you for once, wanted to let you get your rest. Especially because,

“The last time I woke you up on your day off, you threatened to scratch my eyes out with your nails.” He reminds you, pointing the fork in your direction, belatedly noticing, “Which look real good by the way, I like that color.”

“Thank you I got them done before lunch, I thought I’d try somethin’ new out.” You brighten up for a moment, holding your hand out properly for him to take a good look at, before sighing again, “But you didn’t fuck me, and I’ve been thinkin’ about it all day.”

Raising your brows at him from across the table, he catches the desperation in your voice. That was the edge he had heard: you were hungry, but not for dinner.

“Oh, I see.” He pushes himself back from the table then, real slow-like.

It’s an invitation, one that you take immediately. Standing up from your chair, your hand trails along the table-cloth as you round the corner and settle yourself between his spread legs. From here, Pale can appreciate the tight, short dress you’ve got on, the gold chain around your throat, the diamonds in your ears. You look like a million’ fuckin’ bucks, and he’s hard in his pleated trousers because you’re all his.

“Do you?” You whisper, your voice gone all sultry as you bite at your lip. “Do you really? Because it’s real mean to make a girl wait all day long, especially when she looks like this.”

Tantalizingly slowly, you reach behind yourself and grasp at the little zipper that holds your dress up, tugging it down down down, the dress loosenin’ around your body and fallin’ to the floor as it goes.

“Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?” Pale’s gaze immediately goes to your breasts, his hands rushin’ up to give them a firm squeeze, thumbs rubbin’ circles over your nipples as they stiffen against the cool night air, “Is that it?”

“I’m not askin’.” Your eyes glint.

With one quick movement, Pale’s surging up to kiss you, hot and heavy right on your mouth, messing up your pretty lipstick, smudging and smearing it all around. And then as quickly as he’s there, he’s pulling away, turning you around and bending you over the table at a nice clean spot that doesn’t have any dishes, kickin’ your feet apart.

He doesn’t waste time shoving one of his hands between your legs, because of course you ain’t wearin’ any panties, of course not -- why would you when it’s just the two of you here in his apartment?

“Christ look at how wet you are baby, been wet for me all fuckin’ day huh? Did you touch yourself and think of me? Think of how I can do it so much better for you?” He drapes his body over you, relishes in the way your ass is already pressing against the hard line of his cock in his trousers.

Pushing his pointer and middle finger all the way up into your pussy, it’s all you can do to gasp out a moan and clutch at the tablecloth. He wishes he could watch the way his fingers disappear into you, but he’s glued to your back and biting sucking licking at your exposed shoulder, drinking in the sound of your moans and that’s good enough for now.

“Yes!” You push your hips back back back against his hand, grinding down as they crook and curl up inside you, searching for that special spot that has stars dancing behind your eyelids, “Fuck I love your fingers, you make me feel so good Pale.”

“My little slut can’t go one day without somethin’ up her cunt, ain’t that right. I’m sorry sweetheart, I shoulda known better, shoulda given you somethin’ to hold you over ‘til I came back. But I’m here now, I’ll take care of this pussy just the way you need.” With his other hand, Pale fumbles around with his belt buckle, wrenching it open so that he can yank down his zipper and fish out his cock.

“Please! It’s no fun comin’ when you ain’t here.” You moan as he slips in his ring finger too, the stretch of all three making your knees turn in, your thighs shake.

“That’s what I like to hear baby, spread your fuckin’ legs for me.” Pale grunts, and you do as he says, knowing you’ll get the best fucking of your life for it -- because that’s what every time you have sex with Pale feels like.

Barely the tip is in before you’re already having to take deep breaths, having to steady yourself and open up your hips, because of how fucking huge his cock is. You’d been together for damn near two years, and it still always came as a surprise. He rubs the head of his cock through your soaked folds, and even though he fingered you open, it’s still an effort to thrust himself in, his cock so big that if you didn’t know you could take it, you might panic.

“Shit you’re tight, damn, relax for me, one day without my dick ain’t an eternity, your pussy remembers, just relax.” He’s right there, draped over your back again, his mouth right on your ear as he coaxes you and soothes you, and he’s right, even though it doesn’t feel like it.

“It feels like an eternity! Oh fuck, yes Pale, keep goin’ please, please I want more.” You moan when your body listens, when you let your hips widen, your legs spreading even further, thighs already shaking and toes already curling as he manages to push in deep deep deep -- bottoming out with only a few more thrusts.

And then, once it’s in, Pale’s pulling out -- thrusting back into you so hard that the sound of your moan is swallowed by the scrape of the table against the floor, as he builds up a brutal rhythm that has you holding on for dear life, your mouth dropped open from pleasure.

“Got you trained for my cock don’t I? Ruined you for everythin’ else, just my girl. Goddamn you’re beautiful. You know I don’t get to see your back all that fuckin’ often?” With his fingers pulled out of your pussy, Pale keeps one hand on your hip to steady you, and slaps your ass hard with the other one, the sound of sweaty skin smacking together going straight to his cock.

“Yeah ‘cause I’m always layin’ on it.” You laugh brightly, the tail end of it dissolving into a throaty moan that has Pale sweating in his fuckin’ dress shirt, has him biting down against your shoulder, marking you up.

“When’s the last time I told you you’re perfect?” He grunts as he thrusts into you hard hard hard, fast and steady, his cock pulling out and then slamming right back in, slapping your ass again so hard that you’re keening, that you’re shouting out his name.

“Pale! Tell me again anyway -- oh! Oh right there, fuck, oh my god!” Your shoulders jolt and shiver, because he’s found the spot his fingers had missed, and he’s got to press you back down onto the table when you try and snap up from the surprise of it.

“That’s it baby feel how deep I am inside of you, I’ll treat you right, make you come so hard.” Pale pets back your hair as he grinds his cock into your pussy, his dick hard and throbbing inside the tight clutch of your velvety walls.

You’re getting fucked so hard that your feet are barely on the floor anymore, legs kicking up from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so full.

“Yes!” You moan, clenching and squeezing around him, wanting to give as good as you get, “Yesyesyes, more Pale, harder I can take it.”

“That’s fuckin’ right you can, my best girl, fuck, fuck you’re so good on my cock, I could live here, right inside this pretty pussy that’s all for me, feelin’ you come again and again. You want that? Want to be my little cockwarmin’ slut forever?” He grunts, punctuating his sentences with slaps to your ass, licking up your cheeks where tears have spilled over, your chest heaving against the table, begging for more.

“Yes!” You keep pushing back against him, chasing the feeling, hot pleasure coiling up inside your stomach, rising on the edge of tipping over, you’re so close, just a little more, that’s all you’ll need -- and Pale knows it.

“Gonna come all over me?” He asks, but it’s more of a plea, and he kisses at your throat as he fucks you through your tears.

“Y-yes!” Your body is pinching up then, and you’re hiccuping around a moan, and your pussy throbs and pulses around him as you shout, “Oh fuckfuckfuck -- !”

“Attagirl.” Pale doesn’t let up even as you come, even as the slick drips down your thighs, soaks into his trousers. The hand that’s resting on your hip reaches around and toys with your swollen clit, making you whine out his name, “That’s okay baby keep sayin’ my name, let the neighbors know who’s treatin’ you right.”

“Pale...! Pale oh -- oh I’m --!” You shudder again, whole body goin’ through it, as pleasure crashes through you hard, hard enough to pull Pale over the edge too, and he presses you against the table a little more forcefully under the weight of his own body going limp on top of you.

After a moment, when you’ve both had the chance to catch your breath, he blindly reaches behind him until his hand manages to grasp his chair, and then he’s sitting back down onto it, taking you with him.

You look like a fucking mess, completely glassy-eyed and smiling like the cat that got the damn cream, and Pale doesn’t want you anywhere or anyway else all night, saying as much, “You better just sit here for the rest of the night.”

“Oh yeah?” You giggle, love drunk in the best way, your bones like jello.

“Yeah, it’s safer here.” He kisses your cheek, wishes he had a cigarette to light up. He could go get one from his jacket pocket, but then he’d have to get up, and there’s no fucking way he’s doing that.

“Okay. But my dinner’s over there.” You protest, settling firmly on his cock that’s still hard, still pumping you full of his load.

“Yeah well, shoulda fuckin’ thought about that before you decided to go and be a brat.” Pale sighs, making you lightly swat at his chest. “Alright alright alright, you can have some of mine.”

Brightening up at that, you reach for his fork that had gotten all jostled in the meanwhile, and reach out to pluck something off his plate, being nice enough to let him have the first bite, before eating the rest.

“And then when we’re done eatin’, I’ll fuck you again. Ya know, for good measure.” Pale licks across his teeth, making you grin, because as far as you’re concerned, he’s got a whole day to make up for.

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Tagging some Pale loving friends!

[ray-ray-writings]

Hey Ray! Could you write some soft Schlatt stuff? Soft or angsty really both are good!!! There’s just not enough schlatt content out there for me to spam my friend with. (I’d say go for soft things but my friend is an angst queen) thank you!!!!!

-🌻

I love Schaltt so much and am kind of sad that I don’t get the opportunity to write for him more lol. And how about a compromise? How about something angsty with a happy ending??? Did not mean for this to be as long as it is but it happens lol. Hope everyone has a great night, this is the last drabble for the night! More to come tomorrow!!

TW: Schlatt throws a glass bottle at you and a few curse words

So we’re going to say that you and Schlatt are engaged okay? So you and Schlatt have been together for a really long time server hopping. You kind of let Schlatt pick the places you go because you never really cared as long as you were with Schlatt you were happy. So when you moved to the DreamSMP you were honestly just kind of vibing. You quickly met Quackity and he very quickly became your best friend. You almost had a stroke when Schlatt announced he was running for president. (Joke intended lol). But Schlatt was a failed businessman who never showed any interest in politics so when he told you he was running for president of L’Manberg, you were super shocked. But nonetheless you helped him campaign and supported him 100%. And when Quackity told you that he was going to give all of the votes that Swag2020 got to Schlatt you actually began believing that he could win this thing. And to your absolute surprise, he did just that. He won. JSchlatt won. Your failed businessman of a fiancé actually won the presidential election of L’Manberg. You didn’t necessarily agree with his first decree, but you being the loving and supporting person you are, you stood behind your lover 100%, even when Wilbur stared at you with pleading eyes to do something. You forced yourself to look away and turn your attention to your fiance who was now celebrating with Quackity… Everything was good. Everything was happy…. 

But after the election, things started to get… bumpy. The presidency began to take a toll on Schlatt and instead of turning to you with his problems, he turned to the bottom of a liquor bottle. It really hurt. It hurt that he felt he couldn’t lean on you and come to you for support on these things. He would come home really late and leave really early so you didn’t see him at home. So you tried really hard to be there for him. You would swing by his office and try to get him to talk to you, but he would only shoe you out, or have Tubbo escort you out, claiming he had a lot of work to do. You’d try to convince him to go on walks or dates with you, but he would again just brush you off and tell you to go away. Finally you’ve had enough and so one night you stay up. You don’t fall asleep when you usually would and you wait for Schlatt to come home. He comes home at like 1:30 am, stumbling in through the door, barely able to stand on his feet with an almost empty glass whiskey bottle in his hand. “Welcome home,” You greet coldly, standing up from the couch with your arms crossed over your chest. Schlatt’s head snaps to you in surprise and he rolls his eyes before he takes a swig from his bottle, “What are you doing here?” He grumbles, wiping his lips after he drinks. You can’t help but let out a scoff and move around the room toward the wall farthest away from him. “Really? You come home drunk off you ass, barely able to stand up, and the first thing out of your mouth is ‘What are you doing here?’ Unbelievable” you spit out, rolling your eyes and leaning up against the wall. Schlatt grumbles something under his breath, slams the door shut and glares at you, “Hi!” he cheers in the fakest peppiest voice you’ve ever heard, “How was your day? Is that what you wanted to hear?” “Yes actually. I would have loved to hear my fiance ask me how my day was! But no, instead I get a bitter fiance who only cares about himself greeting me” you seethe, extremely pissed off at how he’s acting. Schlatt lets out another scoff, “Oh really? Only thinking of myself? You’re the one who wanted me to ask you how your day was, seems pretty selfish to me” he slurs, tipping the bottle back and taking another drink. You cannot believe the words you’re hearing. He really thinks you’re selfish for wanting him to ask you how your day was. “It’s selfish of me to want to talk to my fiance? It’s selfish to want him to look at me for more than three seconds? To talk about our days like we used to? To fall asleep in the same bed again and wake up just the same? That’s selfish?” “Yes! It is!” He blurts out, “I’m the president now and this country needs me and-” “Your the president but it doesn’t mean that you have to ignore me!” You finally shout, sick and tired of him not listening to you. But the raise of your tone sparked fire in Schlatt’s eyes and his voice booms right back, “I never wanted to be president, but you made me! This is all your fault! Being president does mean that I have to ignore you because I have to do the things that come with this goddamn job I didn’t even want!” “If you didn’t want to be president why did you even run?!?” You scream back at him. “Because you made me! I hate you!” He screams before hurtling the now empty bottle at you. It’s like slow motion. You watch the bottle fly from his hand and slowly fly in the air toward your face. You can hear yourself scream in terror as you're able to just barely duck in time for the bottle to shoot over your head and smash against the wall, thousands of glass shards falling to the ground. 

It’s silent. As you stand back up, tears are filling your eyes, but you’re able to see the horrified expression on Schlatt’s face. It’s obvious his actions have sobered him up and he now has a clear mind. “Y/N” he chokes out the whisper of your name, such a stark contrast from the volume level just a moment earlier. “Get out” you whisper back, a single tear falling down your cheek. “Y/N” he tries again, taking a single step forward, but you flinch back, your slipper stepping on the broken glass behind you, “Get out” you repeat a little louder. When he makes no move, you begin screaming again, “GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!” You scream as you sob. Again, Schlatt remains frozen in place, the whiplash of him being so drunk he can barely walk to him being sober due to him hurling a bottle at his lover has his head hurting and unable to move. When he doesn’t move, you do. “Fine, I’ll get out” You then quickly walk past him toward the front door. Schlatt catches your wrist, “Y/N, wait please” he begs, tears starting to form in his eyes. You rip your wrist from his hand, “Don’t fucking touch me Schlatt” you spit hatefully at him, “I’ve done nothing but wait for you for these past few months and now I’ve finished waiting. You’ve missed your chance” and then you’re gone. 

You run, and I mean run, to the nearest house, which just so happens to be Quackity’s. To your surprise, the light is still on. Before you can even knock, the door swings open and Quackity has pulled you into a warm hug. “I heard” he simply whispers in your ear. And it occurs to you that the two of you were in fact screaming at the top of your lungs at each other. “I’m sorry” you whimper in his shoulder, truly feeling bad for waking him and probably a few others. “Shhhh. It’s okay. I’ve got you now, let’s get you inside”. Quackity takes you in for the night, offering you a cup of your favorite hot liquid before tucking you in his own bed. When he tries to leave, you grab his wrist, “Stay… Please” you beg. Quackity hesitates for a moment before climbing in bed beside you. You snuggle yourself into him and put his arms around you so he was holding you. It felt really nice to fall asleep in someone’s arms again, especially your best friend’s arms. 

The night goes a lot rougher for Schlatt. He’s the most sober he’s been since he won the election. He has a raging headache and his heart aches, but he knows he deserves it. Schlatt stands there staring at the door for a long time. “Any minute now,” he thinks to himself, “any minute they’ll walk through the door and hug me and tell me they forgive me” but he knows that he’s just kidding himself. When the clock hits 3am he finally looks away from the door. Schlatt lets his eyes roam the living room and they freeze on the glass pile where you stood just a while ago. His heart thumps heavily in his chest and he has to swallow harshly to get the lump out of his throat. He did that. He threw that. Not only did he throw that, he threw that at you. His love. The best thing that had ever happened in his life. He had screamed that he hated you. Quickly, Schlatt rushes forward, drops to his knees and stupidly begins picking up pieces of the shattered glass. He thinks that if he can clean it up, if he can put it back together again, you’ll come back. You’ll come back to him and forgive him and everything will be alright. A sharp pain shoots through his hand causing him to drop all of the glass he’s collected. Deep maroon liquid pours from his finger causing Schlatt to let out soft curses. He quickly uses his other hand and wraps it around the bleeding finger, rises and walks to the bathroom. He holds the bleeding finger under running water while he struggles to pull a band aid out of the cabinet. “God. Y/N would be laughing at me so hard right now. Then they would just float in here and take care of me themselves…” he thinks out loud, “Fuck!” He curses harshly as he thinks about how bad he’s fucked up with you. He manages to get himself bandaged up before he takes a few painkillers, even though he really knows he deserves to hurt. He stumbles his way into the bedroom and flings himself down on your side of the bed, he really just wants to be comforted by you, even though he’s been so shitty. But Schlatt quickly becomes confused when it’s rather cold and does not smell like you at all. He lets out a sigh and rolls over onto his normal side of the bed and is immediately overwhelmed with the powerful scent of you on his side of the bed. The tears return to his eyes as he realizes that you spend every night on his side of the bed in hopes of getting even just a little piece of him. He sobs himself to sleep, face buried in his pillow that smells just like you. 

You wake that morning very confused because you wake up in someone’s arms. As you peel your eyes open, you take in messy black hair and the peaceful face of your sleeping best friend and the events of last night wash over you in one big memory wave. Hurt and sadness fall over your feelings again because you think you lost your fiance last night. You don’t get much time to ponder over it because Quackity’s eyes peel open and connect with yours. “You were watching me sleep. You fucking creep” He teases before letting out a huge yawn, moving his arm off of you and stretching. “I was not watching you sleep. I was simply staring at you while I was lost in my own thoughts you dork” you tease right back, also throwing your arm up to stretch. Quackity laughs and rolls his eyes, “Whatever creep” You roll your eyes at him in return, “Whatever’s right dork.” You two lay there for a moment before breaking out in giggles and pushing each other’s shoulder. It felt nice to laugh with someone while laying around in bed again. It felt nice to be happy. After a moment, you two climb out of bed. Quackity gives you some clothes of his to change into so you didn’t have to walk around in your pajamas. You change in the bathroom and do what you need to do before you Quackity in the kitchen for breakfast. You have a nice breakfast together, but as you eat there’s a knock on the door. Quackity gets up and opens it, “Tubbo! What can I do for you?” “Have you seen Y/N? Schlatt wants to see them so he sent me to find them. So have you seen them?” You can hear the young boy ask from the front door. You hear Quackity hesitate at the door, not sure if he should tell Tubbo where you are. So you stand up and walk into view. “Hello Tubbo” you greet the small boy kindly. His eyes light up at you, “Hello Y/N! Schlatt is looking for you! He’s in his office at the office! Shall I escort you to him?” He asks. It’s obvious he has no idea what’s going on. You give a little head shake and take a deep breath before you answer, “No it’s okay. Tell him that I’m having breakfast with my best friend and that I’ll… I’ll meet him afterwards. But also tell him that if he shows up here, I won’t talk to him ever again” Tubbo’s eyes widen slightly, but he gives you a small nod and a smile, “Okay. I’ll let him know Y/N” Tubbo then turns on his heel and runs off toward the office. Quackity shuts the door and turns to you with a concerned look on his face as he rests a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Are you sure you want to do that?” “No” you admit, “But I really should. It’s the adult thing to do” Quackity lets out a small laugh, “Then you’re more adult than I’ll ever be… Come on, let’s go finish breakfast” 

The two of you have a lovely breakfast together, but the whole time you’re thinking about what it is you’re going to say to Schlatt once you are in his office. Quackity gives you a tight hug before you leave. You metally prepare yourself on the short walk over to the office building. What you’re going to say, how you’re going to react, you know typical mental argument planning things. You take a deep breath once you’re in front of the door before you raise your fist and knock. “Come in” his deep voice calls from the other side of the door. You slowly open the door, step inside, and close the door behind you before you look up and meet Schlatt’s eyes. You feel your breath catch in your throat. He looks terrible. His eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot, his hair is a mess, the bags under his eyes were extremely dark… It was obvious he had gotten very little sleep last night.  ‘Good’ a voice whispers in the back of your mind. Schlatt scrambles to stand when you enter. You two stare at each other for a moment before Schlatt clears his throat and sticks out his arms. “Please. Have a seat… If you want” he stutters out. You cautiously move to one of the chairs and slowly lower yourself into the chair behind you and he quickly follows suit. There’s a little more staring before Schlatt speaks again, “So… Um. How was your breakfast?” he’s nervous, very nervous. “It was good… I know you didn’t ask me here to talk about breakfast Schlatt so let’s just get right to it shall we?” you cut straight through wanting to get this over with. Schlatt flinches slightly at the sharp tone but nods, “I’m so sorry for last night… No for the last few months. I have been an extremely shitty fiance and that hasn’t been fair to you. My behavior, especially these last few months, and especially last night was unacceptable. I’m so sorry and I really hope you’ll forgive me” You wait just a moment to make sure he was finished before you speak. And boy do you speak, “You’re right. You’ve been really shitty and it hasn’t been fair to me… But if you think a single apology is going to fix all of it. You’re dead wrong Schlatt. Dead wrong… These past few months have been hell for me. I’ve tried so hard to be supportive to try and have your back but you just kept pushing me away. I went to bed alone, I woke up alone, I had to take care of myself all while I was also trying to take care of you…. Schlatt last night you yelled at me, you screamed at me. You blamed me for the riff in our relationship. Blamed me for you having a job you claim you never wanted. I never forced you to run for president. I never forced Quackity to give you his votes. I never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. I simply stood behind you and supported you…. Last night you threw a glass bottle at my head. Had I not ducked it would have hit me straight in the face. I would have been severely hurt and it would have been your fault. But the thing that hurts the most, the thing that tears me up inside. Schlatt. You told me you hated me. You said you hate me.” 

Schlatt is in tears by the time you’ve finished and you’re nearly there too. “I know. I know. I’m so sorry baby. So sorry. I know I’ve been so bad. So horrible. I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault, it was never your fault. It’s mine and I know that. I take complete and utter responsibility. When I ran it was a joke, it was for a joke. I never expected to win, but you supported me anyway. You’ve always supported me and I know I don’t deserve you. I really don’t. Last night, when we were talking, well yelling, I was so drunk out of my mind. I thought you were me. I thought you were me and I was talking to a version of myself, a hallucination. That’s why I screamed at you. That’s why I told you it’s your fault. That I threw the bottle, and why I said I hated you. But when I heard you scream, everything became clear. I finally saw it was you and I knew I had fucked up. I know it’s no excuse, but it’s my explanation. I understand if you never want to see me again. I wouldn’t want to see me again.” Schlatt explains before breaking down into sobs. It all makes sense, the way he acted last night. Why he did and said those horrible things to you. You could tell he wasn’t lying. You know you still have a lot to talk about and work through, but for now, you quickly rise from your chair, move around the desk, before sitting yourself down in his lap and burying your face in his neck, pulling yourself close to him. His arms immediately shoot out and wrap around you and tug you to him so tightly, as if he’s scared if he let’s go, he’ll lose you. You cry in each other’s arms for a few moments, just letting out all of your emotions. The missing of one another, the sadness, and longing. You manage to get yourself under control first, pulling back to look him in the eyes “We still have a lot to talk about and you still have a lot of making up to do, but I’m going to forgive you. Not right now, but I will eventually. We’re going to make this work lover.” You promise your fiance, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I swear to you I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You’re my everything my love and I swear that I’ll make this right” he whispers before leaning forward and capturing your lips into a real and proper kiss. The kind you haven’t had in months. And you can’t help but absolutely melt in Schlatt’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You two are going to be alright. Schlatt will make sure of it.

[grade1sorcerer]

Three Minutes

pairing: bakugou x reader

warnings: SMUT NSFW, spanking, exhibitionism, dumbification, degradation, hint of praise, dub-con, masochism, humiliation, spit, swearing, edging

authors note: this is my first fic so please don’t judge too hard, feel free to leave any suggestions :)

Three minutes was all it took for you to read Katsuki’s text. Three minutes for you to stumble towards his dorm. Three minutes until you were underneath him while he basked in your beauty in the moonlight. The light hit your body in all the perfect places, Katsuki captivated as he stared hungrily at your lips.

“A little birdie told me you were flirting with that damn icy-hot today.” He growled as he nibbled on your ear, making you twitch in arousal. You love seeing him get worked up over this, giving you a sense of power as you smirked. “So what if I was?”

“I don’t like sharing dumbass, you’re mine. That icy-hot bastard can’t fuck you like I do. He can’t stretch you wide and fill you up like me,” he spat, the words words so lewd but oh so arousing.

He violently flipped you over as your laid on your stomach and wiftly took off your pants and panties.  You felt a sting on your ass and before you knew it, Katsuki was spanking them until there were visible hand marks. The last slap made you slightly moan and you frowned into the pillow.

“Tch. you must really like it when I slap your ass huh?” He laughed as he pushed his growing erection onto you. “Dirty slut,”

That made your face heat up as you pushed your face even more into the pillow to stop Katsuki from noticing.

“Alright let me get to the point, I called that icy-hot bastard over for a special treat.”

“You’re inviting him over for a threesome?” You gasped, snapping your head towards Bakugou as he balanced himself above you with his arms. This would be so embarrassing if he joined. Would it be considered cheating? Katsuki hates him. As if on cue, the door opens revealing a tired-looking todoroki.

“Yes Bakugou? What seems to be the pro-“ He cuts himself off as he notices you under Bakugou, half-nude. “S-Sorry am I interrupting?” He stuttered, face red as he tried to look away while gripping the door handle tight.

“No dumbass, sit the fuck down.” Katsuki instructed and Todoroki complied hesitantly. “I need you here so I can teach this whore to set her fantasies straight.”

What could this possibly mean?

You wondered for a split second until it clicked into your head. “Oh shit.” you muttered, cursing yourself for even talking to your hot-headed boyfriend today.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck this dirty slut until she tells- even better, begs for me to set her straight. Until i’m the only person on her mind.” Bakugou chuckles, exposing his evil side grin.

Todoroki gulps as he looks at your figure. It shouldn’t happen but he’s oddly aroused seeing Bakugou top you.

Bakugou turned you over again and burned a hole in your favourite shirt.

“HEY” you yelled, but we’re ignored after he saw your breasts. You watched him hungrily bite your bra straps, pushing it down until all was left was your exposed breasts. Quickly grabbing one, he watched your nipple harden as he breathed on the nub. “Ooh, your nipples already hard for me baby? Can’t fucking control yourself huh?” He grunted as he latched onto one, circling around it with his tongue. You let out a breathy moan giving him the green light to play with the other one with his fingers.

Your legs are squirming underneath him, and you already begin to feel yourself get wet. You can’t help it, but here you are trying to contain your moans which sound more like whimpers, as he laps up his saliva onto your nipples. “Ka-Katsuki” you groan arching your back.

“Gonna cum already huh? You’re so fucking sensitive, cumming at the slightest touch? Tch, you’re a needy bitch aren’t you?” He slurred, in between his kisses in your breasts. “Can’t have you doing that baby.”

He picked himself up and looked towards Todoroki who had a visible erection and smirked. “You’re enjoying me pleasure this filthy whore huh.” Todoroki could only nod with eagerness.

Todoroki wanted Bakugou to do that to him, HE wanted bakugou to make him feel good like what he was doing to you.

Katsuki removed his pants and boxers, revealing his cock. You had forgotten how big he was, and he took pride in watching you gasp at the size. “A dumb little slut like you wants a taste? You want this fat cock to fuck your mouth in hopes it makes you less braindead?” He mocked as he stroked himself before roughly entering your mouth. He groaned in pleasure and thrusted himself in and out of you, giving small grunts of approval. What he felt was ecstacy, as you sucked on the tip and played with his balls simultaneously. “D-Dumbass, you do it so g-good” He moaned as he threw his head back in pleasure.

You could feel his thrusts get sloppier as you continued sucking his cock, giving the impression that he was gonna cum. Oh boy it was hot watching him struggle to keep his composure as he gripped your hair tightly. “Baby- dumbass, I’m gonna cum s-soon.” He let out a breathy sigh. It was a matter of seconds before he jolted his hips forward and came in your mouth. You didn’t hesitate and licked up all of his milk and as he continued to catch his breath. Katsuki made his way up and clashed his lips with yours.

Todoroki sat their in awe, pants wet from the pre-cum. This man was so sexually frustrated, it wasn’t even funny. He unzipped them, pulling his cock out and grabbed the pillow that was placed next to him on the couch, and slowly started humping it. He made sure to contain his small whimpers as he relieved some of the tension. It made him so aroused watching you make out with him, the way your lips softly made love with the man of your dreams.

“This was the only praise you’ll get idiot,” Katuski bellowed as he pulled away, his eyes paying attention to your soaked panties. Pulling them off, he stared hungrily at your pussy. “Look at you being such a filthy bitch for me. Your dirty fucking pussy is so wet, I can drown in it” He grumbled as he blew on your clit.

“Katsuki, that’s so lewd” You whined, flustered from the degrading. You moaned in pleasure as he rubbed your clit with his fingers, coated with his saliva. What made you even wetter was when Katsuki spat on your pussy and spread it with his tongue. He circled your clit as you squirmed under him, humping the air. Once your moans became more prominent he added two fingers in, without giving you time to adjust. He plunged them in and out at a fast-pace making you scream in satisfaction.

Todoroki watched as Bakugou abused your pussy, devouring you like a feral animal. His thrusts increased and felt himself chasing his orgasm. “Ah- yes... r-right there,” he whispered as he came onto the cushion.

You felt so good, and he did it so fucking well. You didn’t care if he was talking down to you, because to be honest it was so much more arousing to you. “B-baby, I’m g-gonna c-cum” You stuttered while your moans filled the room. “You cum when I say so, got it dumbass? Your dirty cunt has no right to cum unless I say so. I’m going to get you so close and then stop because I know you fucking love it.” You gulped in agreement as he stretched your legs open.

“You only think with your pussy huh? Maybe the next time I fuck you will be the day you get a brain,” He retorted. He rubbed his hard cock as you laid there breathless and slid it against your entrance. You moaned and twitched at the touch. Without giving you any warning, he shoved his thick cock into you, stretching you so wide it had you seeing stars. “K-Katsuki, s-stop, w-wait!” You screamed as he pounded into you. His length hitting your cervix caused a shiver down your spine.

Todoroki was rubbing himself again, except fully exposing his cock. The way Bakugou pounded into you, made his cock throb. HE wanted to be in your position, HE wanted to feel Bakugou’s length.

Three minutes, Katuski had you crying from the continuous pleasure, your mascara running down your face as he choked you while pounding into your sweet pussy. “Dumb slut,” He growled, each time a little louder as you tried to rub your clit.

You wanted to cum. You wanted to cum so bad. You wanted to be filled with Katsuki’s cum. You wanted to be his cocksleeve.

“Stop being so fucking loud, you dumb whore,” He grunted as he continued to pound into you. You felt your orgasm coming, but you had to be quiet. Each time you made a small noice, Katsuki spat on you telling you to shut the fuck up. You were so goddamn close to cumming, you couldn’t even see clear at this point, your legs were numb, the only thing you could think about was cumming.

“You wanna cum so damn bad huh? Cum for me then, you dirty bitch,” You grinded against him a little harder and finally came on his dick. “K-Katsuki, Ah” you groaned as you laid there feeling on cloud 9. “D-Dumbass, y-your pussy feels so g-good!” He managed to let out before he caught up to his own orgasm and came in your hole.

Todoroki was so close too, watching you both lazily make out and clean each other up with your mouths. Before he knew it, he was cumming hard onto his pants and the pillow.

“Looks like we gotta take care of you next time, you damn icy-hot.”

[tothemeadow]

kinktober: Sanemi’s a naughty brat who needs to be put in his place

Day 1: handcuffs / punishment / begging

warnings: NSFW, degradation, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex, cum swallowing

words: 1,587

(a/n): art is not mine

“Pathetic little brat.”

Sanemi’s blood spikes as you step around him, your shiny shoes glistening in the dim light. He swallows the lump in his throat.

The handcuffs dig into his wrist a bit too much for his liking, his skin turning raw and sore. However, he refuses to utter a single word. It’d be against your orders, after all. The rough fabric of the rug rubs his knees; it burns, the fine bristles marking his skin, but he keeps silent. It’s all for you. Everything is for you.

You stop directly before him, a sneer painted on your face. You drop to a crouch, the fabric of your slacks scrunching around your thighs. It takes every ounce of his willpower to not stare directly at it. Instead, Sanemi keeps his eyes trained on the floor.

“Look at me,” you order. Your voice carries that same husky sound, absolutely sweet to Sanemi’s ears and other regions. He does as he’s told and brings his eyes up to meet yours. “You know what you did, don’t you?” You lightly smack the side of his face. “Speak.”

Immediately, Sanemi’s lips pull back in a snarl. “And handcuffing me is going to make things better? Heh. You fucking wish.”

Your hand clamps around his face, effectively squishing his cheeks and pursing his lips out. “It’s this damn mouth of yours,” you mutter. You don’t yell, but Sanemi knows all too well that you’re seething. “Always backtalking me, cursing whenever you feel like. It upsets me, you know?”

Sanemi pulls at the handcuffs pulling his wrists together. The both of you know he can easily break his way out, but where’s the fun in that? Sanemi enjoys his punishments as much as you enjoy dealing them out. His eyes narrow into a glare.

His chest huffs with each heavy breath, the beads of sweat sticking to his skin glowing in the light. He feels like he can’t properly breathe. You release his cheeks, then, and click your tongue. “Goddamn brat.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sanemi purrs, a wicked smirk spreading on his face. He grunts when you grab a fistful of his hair and give it a sharp tug.

Leaning in, your lips brush against the outer shell of his ear. “That’s because it is, brat. I feel like I should tie you to the bed and shove a vibrator up your ass.”

Sanemi shudders beneath you.

You continue. “Bad boy. You act like a naughty little brat just for my attention, don’t you? It pisses me off.”

“Like you don’t like showering me with affection and shit,” Sanemi snaps. He jerks his head to the side, his nose brushing against yours. You can feel his hot breath against your face. “Personally, I think you like it when I act like a brat. Or am I wrong?”

“There you go again, running your mouth,” you mutter, glancing down at his lips. You could give in and give him what he wants, but that’s not how things play out here. Bad boys get punished for their behavior, and Sanemi’s is long past due.

Sanemi scoffs as you pull away and bring yourself to a stand. Kicking your foot out, you press right up against the prominent bulge in his pants. Sanemi groans under the pressure, his hips instinctually bucking into your touch, seeking out that delicious friction. And you let him do so – he gradually begins to buck wildly, increasing his pace, all the while his face scrunched in pleasure. What a fool. You know for a fact that he’s trying to not moan out loud.

“What, are you ashamed that you’re getting off to my foot? I’m not even touching you, baby boy.” Sanemi growls at the name you address with, but his hips stutter. Hell, you can even see the patch of precum gathering in the front of his pants. You press your foot down harder.

“Fuck,” Sanemi moans, his head falling forward.

“What?” you hum. A devilish smile blooms on your face. “You like that? Such a little bitch for pain, huh?”

“Fuck you,” Sanemi stutters. He groans when you pull your foot away. His chest heaves, a delightful blush creeping all the way up his neck and face. You lick your lips at the sight.

“You wanna cum, baby? Say you’re sorry and I might just help you.”

“Hell no.” Sanemi furiously shakes his head. Seriously, his pride is starting to get rather annoying. “I don’t have anything to apologize for.”

And, as if to piss you off even further, he quickly shuffles around, shifting onto his stomach. The audacity of this guy – his hips jerk against the rug, that wicked smirk of his returning. Anger swirls inside your tummy, grasps onto your heart.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you snap. Crouching down once more, you dig your fingers into his hair and yank his head up. “Humping the floor like some filthy mutt? God, you’re so pathetic.”

You’re met with very little struggle as you force him onto his back. Forcing his pants down, you rip them off from his ankles and toss them somewhere behind you. The front of his boxer briefs is so fucking wet that you can’t hold back your snicker. You quickly rid him of the last article of clothing, leaving him completely naked. Arousal pangs at your insides at the sight of his flushed, sweaty body, the angry red head of his cock as it bobs over his stomach.

“Like what you see?” Sanemi mocks.

“Shut the fuck up,” you tell him.

Grabbing onto his cock, you work him at a furious pace; the amount of precum oozing from the tip is more than enough for an easy slide, the wet sounds of his cock fucking into your fist resonating throughout the room. Sanemi pants, his back arching and chest rising towards the ceiling. His dusty nipples are delightfully red and swollen; you grin at his state, knowing he isn’t going to last very long.

“Oh my fuck-“ he curses. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

Enough.

He promptly whines at the loss of contact, his abdomen rippling with want. He looks at you wildly, the whites of his eyes glowing in the dim light. “Why the fuck did you stop?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you start slowly, your hand clenching onto his muscular thigh. “Maybe it’s because you’re acting like a damn bitch in heat. Where’s my apology, huh?”

Sanemi’s teeth bite down on his bottom lip. You can see the battle in his eyes; he’s debating whether he should continue putting up his pathetic façade or should just give in. He swallows thickly.

Bingo.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbles.

Your nails dig into the flesh of his thigh, making him wince. Another bead of precum swells to the head of his cock. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, although through grit teeth this time. “Would you please make me cum? It feels so fucking good.”

You smirk. “Now, was that so hard?”

Angry tears prick the corners of Sanemi’s eyes. “Fucking Christ-“ He abruptly cuts himself with a loud groan when you duck down and swiftly take the head of his cock in your mouth.

You waste no time; hollowing your cheeks, you suck hard at the bulbous head, flick your tongue at the weeping slit. His cock tastes heady, the heavy weight pressing against your tongue as you lower your mouth on him. His breath catches in his chest and a prominent thunk tells you that he threw his head back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, give me more! Your mouth is so fucking hot, oh my god!”

Now, since he asked so nicely, you decide to give in to his pleas. You take his cock further into your mouth, holding your breath as the head reaches your throat. Heat rushes down south as he cries out in pleasure when you swallow around him. Oh, such a lovely baby boy when he’s compliant. You’re absolutely going to wreck him.

You hold his hips down as you continue to suck on him. Pulling back, you lap at the glans, one of your hands reaching down and pumping at the rest of his spit-covered cock. Sanemi keens beneath you, mixtures of your name and curse words filling your ears. Releasing his cock, you quickly duck down, your mouth latching onto one of his balls.

“Fucking shit,” Sanemi hisses. “I’m gonna cum, shit, please keep going.”

You replace your mouth with your hand as you take his cock back into your mouth. You slip the whole way down, a steady stream of air escaping your nostrils. You fight back against your gag reflex as you press your nose into his neatly trimmed pubes. Glancing up, you catch him staring straight at you.

“Oh my god, (y/n)-“ Your name quickly turns into a husky, drawn out moan as his cum shoots straight down your throat. You milk him for what he’s got, fondling his balls and swallowing every single drop of his cum. A good baby only deserves as such, doesn’t he?

When you finally pull off of cock, strings of spit and cum stick to your swollen lips. Sanemi trembles from the force of his orgasm, his face an entirely new shade of red. Licking your lips, you quickly discard your shirt and begin to work at removing your pants.

“It’s my turn, baby boy. Can you do that for me?”

Sanemi eagerly nods his head yes.

[starfirette]

Hi! Could I request a Helena x fem!reader where y/n almost dies in a mission which leads to a fight with possessive Hel and in the middle of the screaming match they were having Helena confessed that she doesn’t know what she’d do without y/n so it dies down and they make sweet sweet love💕💕💕 ik it’s all over the place so do what u think is best! Thanks!

OOF We got an angsty one, fellas (18+)

p.s: sorry this took so long to do!!! :)

masterlist | more helena bertinelli x reader | why does this request remind me of when Jamie and Claire argued in season one?!?!?!?!?!

18+ | domme Helena, sub Y/n | orgasm denial, vaginal fingering, some slight Mommy kink but only if you squint, spitting, pussy slapping, edging, overstimulation, oral

You flinched as the door slammed shut behind you. The safehouse was deep underground, but even so, you swore Helena’s wrath would shake the grounds. 

“Will Harley be okay?” you asked in a low voice as Helena tossed her jacket towards the small sofa in the center of the Bertinelli safehouse. It was located by the old property in Gotham, about a mile underground. 

“’Will Harley be okay.’“ Helene repeated the words with an unfathomable venom in her voice, and the sound made you want to cry. “That’s not what I care about right now.” 

“Calm down,” you tried to ease your wife. 

This didn’t do much but make it all the worse. Helena turned to face you with an unreadable expression that seemed like a cross of humor and anger. “Calm down?” she repeated. “How the fuck am I meant to calm down, Y/n?”

You flinched at the cold way she uttered your name. “You risked your life for someone who doesn’t need help.” 

“Harley did need help,” you said in a squeaky voice. You felt very small right now. You felt like a mouse being cornered by the housecat. 

“Harley DIDN’T need help,” Helena shouted. “When does she ever need help? She was fine, she had a plan,” she added, using her hand for emphasis. “And you almost fucked everything up.” 

“Don’t say that to me,” you said sternly, though not nearly as loud as your wife was being. 

“But it’s true,” Helena yelled again. “Do you know how I would feel if you died? Do you have any idea what my life would be? I’d be alone. I’d have no one. When will you fucking understand that you are my entire life. I don’t have anyone else I can devote my time and effort too. I only have you. I wish that would just get through your stubborn mind. Harley, and everyone else can take care of themselves. Even Cass would have been fine. You need to stop being so fucking selfless because it’s going to get you killed. And if you die? I might as well be dying along with you.” 

You didn’t know what to say. You stood stunned, motionless, and at a loss for words. Helena’s voice was steady as a rock, but her face was streaming with tears. She used the back of your hand to messily wipe them away as she scoffed. “Harley’s fine. When isn’t she fine?” she said again, taking a seat on the sofa. She outstretched her limbs, still looking angry as ever. 

“You don’t know what it’s like.” Helena scorned. “To come in, thinking everything’s fine, only to see you laying there like that...with a fucking bounty pointing a gun at your head. I went in there with three arrows and my bare hands. I was so terrified that I would lose you.” 

You felt the tears brush down your own cheeks as you watched Helena put a hand over her eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry,” you continued to repeat as you rushed to your wife’s side, kneeling before her. You clutched her hand in your own, your matching rings shining together in the fluorescent light of the safehouse. “I won’t do it again,” you assured her. 

You didn’t mean it. How could you mean it? How could you sit by and watch Harley get the shit beat out of her, and simply do nothing? 

Helena knew this too. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, la mia perla,” Helena said in a hoarse voice. She gripped you by the wrist, tugging you to your feet then forcing you to sit on the sofa. She knelt down, her eyes never leaving yours as she demanded in a stern voice, “Take your pants off.” 

“W-What?” you asked, breathless before anything had even began. 

“You heard what I said,” she said. 

Though taken aback, you felt your self already beginning to pulse with excitement. You slowly undid the buttons of your jeans, blushing as Helena’s eyes stayed locked on yours. You shimmied out of pants. 

“And the rest?” 

Helena didn’t sound like she was in the mood for games and teasing. You couldn’t tell if this was her way of apologizing for being angry, or her way of punishing you.

A wet spot began to form at the bottom of your panties as you hooked your thumbs over the band, carefully pulling them down. You looked at the door of the safehouse; you still worried about the others. 

Helena’s hands roughly pulled your thighs apart, pinning them into the sofa’s cushions. Her fingers pressed marks into the sensitive flesh, but despite the pain, you felt your skin burning for more of your wife’s touch.

“Helena,” you mumbled, reaching out to touch her hands. 

She sent you a harsh look while glancing up through her bangs of wavy black hair. “You’re not going to make a sound if you want to cum. You’re not going to beg, you’re not going to do anything. That is your punishment.” 

“Doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” you mumbled again, trying not to crack a smile. Helena did not find this funny. She tugged you by the legs, pulling you down as settling your thighs over her shoulder. “You think I don’t know you?” she snapped. “You’re such a pillow princess. I give you everything you ask for. I’m willing to bet you’ll consider this a punishment when I’m finished with you.” 

Helena dipped her head down, extending her tongue to slide through the folds of your cunt that was already sopping wet. You hissed at the feeling; your cheeks were cast on fire at the sight of Helena’s dark head perfectly buried against your pussy that was already contracting around nothing from the excitement. 

“Don’t make a goddamn sound,” Helena growled one more time as a reminder. She spit at your cunt, making you whimper, before burying her face between the folds. Her nose nudged your engorged clit as her tongue made a swift dive through your opening. 

You squeezed the sofa’s cushions. Your hips were singing with the urge to rock back and forth and help Helena’s sweet tongue move your pleasure along. You know that Helena would remain true to her word by making this a punishment for you. 

The tip of her tongue finally poked at the little pink pearl that pulsed with neediness. She swirled it in slow circles, touching the most sensitive parts of your clit and making your thighs tremble. 

Just as your high was beginning to crescendo to its highest peak, she removed her tongue, sitting back to admire her work. You could only imagine what she saw. 

You were red in the face, partially from holding your breath to resist the urge to make noise. 

Helena took her long middle finger and positioned it at your opening. “Be a good girl for me. Don’t move. Just watch.” 

Her voice was low as you let your eyes fixate on the sight of her slowly pushing her finger up inside of you. She curled her finger up, touching the highest point of what had to be your soul. A loud, desperate whimper escaped your mouth. 

Helena did not like you breaking her rules. She used her free hand to smack your cunt, making you whine again at the feeling. “Watch,” she growled again. You had no choice but to watch as she slowly thrust her finger in and out of you. She didn’t give a warning as she added her second finger, now scissoring you apart to stretch your walls. “Can feel you clenching my goddamn fingers,” Helena said with a bitter laugh. “You deserve my fingers? Do you?” 

She had given a permission to answer her, and you eagerly replied; “Yes,” you huffed. “I do. I’m so sorry, Helena, I won’t upset you again.”

“Come here,” Helena said in a low voice. She used her two fingers to swipe up the precum that was oozing out of you. She spread it over your needy clit and she began to rub fast circles. 

She was an expert at touching your clit; though her swirls were fast, they were just at the right pressure, just hard enough to make your hips buck up into the air. You released a loud sob, your wife’s name barely audible from your lips. 

You could feel your walls clenching in as your orgasm was impending. But Helena pulled away at just the last minute, leaving you to push your head into the cushions of the sofa and wind down. 

“Who’s Mommy’s good girl?” Helena demanded. 

“I-I am,” you squeaked out. 

“Are you good enough to cum? Huh? Answer me.” 

“I am,” you repeated in a squealing voice. “I wanna cum, please.” 

“That’s it,” Helena cooed as she recognized your obedience. She pressed her mouth back into your crotch. Her lips puckered around your clit, and she started to suck the little bead of nerves at the slow, though steady, pace. Her fingers found their way back inside of you for good measure; tears dribbled down your face as you sobbed your wife’s name. 

Your orgasm crashed down over you like a ton of bricks. You released a sigh of pleasure as Helena’s tongue swept down to quickly lap all of your release. 

You made a move to sit upright, but Helena’s arms pinned you back down. Her lips reattached to your clit. 

You whimpered as she continued to suck at your clit. It was like teetering on the brink of pain. “I can’t do it again,” you cried. 

“Don’t act like you’re not my little slut,” Helena said. “I know you can cum over and over.”

Your hands knotted in Helena’s hair as she suckled and licked at your engorged clit. You couldn’t do much but whine and buck your hips against your wife’s face. 

“I can’t,” you moaned out. 

“But you can. And you will,” Helena growled, momentarily pausing to look up at you. “I told you this would be a punishment. Your behavior tonight has to be corrected.”

And so, she burrowed her sweet face back between your thighs. Perhaps this was a punishment. You were teetering back and forth from pleasure to discomfort. Helena’s hands gripped you like iron, keeping you firmly into the sofa’s firm cushions. 

She pressed a kiss into your thigh, giving you one more moment to catch your breath. “You’re never leaving me,” Helena said into your skin. “Don’t even think about it.” 

You realized what she was saying just as she pushed her tongue inside of you. You understood, then, that she was still reeling with fear at the idea of your death. Helena was, understandably, not good with words. This was her way of punishing you, literally; her way of begging you not to put your life in danger again. 

Although...if this is what would happen every time you tried to take a bullet for one of your friends, the idea becomes more and more tempting. 

[taehyung-king-v]

Needy

WARNINGS: SMUT!

“ Needy needy needy! PLEASE, Daddy. Please play with my pussy!” You moaned, begging him to just touch you there. You couldn’t stand it when he teased you like that, although a little part of you enjoyed it nonentheless. He just threw you a smirk. Taehyung knew how to make you desperate for his touch, he enjoyed seeing you so worked up for him.

“ Yeah? Brat girls like you, don’t deserve my fingers, little one!” You could swear you could cum just by the sound of his deep voice and his dirty talk. But you needed his touch down there. You needed his fingers right now.

“ please, pl-please!” You continued to whine, rocking your hips, the need of his touch consuming you completely. You were sure tears were falling down your cheeks. You wanted him that much. Taehyung shushed you with his index finger on your lips. What wouldn’t you give to have him touching you with that finger where you need it the most!

“ Look at you being so desperate for me, have you no shame?” He let out a dark chuckle and the slapped your clit twice with the other hand. You screamed at that unexpected action from him. You absolutely loved it!

“ no, daddy! I am shameless when it comes to you, want you all the time. I can’t get enough of you!” You tried your best to breathe between those words. You can’t take it anymore so you grabbed his hand and guided it to your pussy, you know this means another punishment for later but your pussy craved his touch. It’s been an hour already since he’s been teasing you. You felt like exploding!

“ Yesss, daddy. Like t-that. Mmmhm, so fucking good!” You moaned as you rocked your hips against his touch. His fingers played with your clit, spreading the wetness of your soaked pussy all over, he was slapping you and then suddenly he got two inside of you. You gasped out loud, unabale to form words. This is exacly what you wanted, goddamn!

“ Yeah, who’s got a greddy pussy huh? I bet you could take my whole fist, goddamn!” He cooed at you when he saw you gripping tightly the sheets in your hands and squirming under him like you were possessed by something.

“ Let it go, cum for me slut!” Taehyung encouraged you to let it all out, pumping his fingers inside you, without a stop. They felt so good inside you and you did just that, screaming his name in the pleasure as you came all over his hand. Bliss finally took all over your body. You were trembling under him, letting out moans of satisfaction.

Through half lided eyes, you could see Taehyung licking his fingers, humming at the delicious taste of you. He was also hungry for you, impatient to get inside your delicious pussy and swim into you ocean, you could tell. " sharing is caring, right?" Taehyung asked with a rised eyebrow. He is the sin incarnate. He looked so hot staring into your eyes like that. Fuck, you want more! " let me taste myself, daddy!" You got what you wanted, as Taehyung leaned in, preparing a moutful of spit mixed with your cum to share with you. He spitted into your mouth and your pussy clenched around nothing again. You were needy that is true but you couldn't help yourself when you got a man like Taehyung. You want him all the fucking time: with you, next to you, on top of you, under you, inside you.

................................................................................................................................

KIM TAEHYUNG, the Daddiest of ‘em all. just look at this man FUCKKK!!

[kimageddon]

Writing Prompts

Here are a few writing prompts, some I found on the internet, some I wrote myself. Let me know if you wanna see me write for one.

“That was my favourite blaster.”

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” / “You’ve caught me at a really bad time.”

“Hang on. Where’s the baby?”

"But you…. You went drink for drink with Wolffe. How are you not hungover?"

"Well… I'm soaked." / "You haven't been out in the rain?"

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.” / “Wait… WHAT?!”

“I think I have found the cure for happiness.” / “What’s that?” / “Falling in love.”

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” / “Yes, but in all fairness, I was left alone.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!” / “What? This?!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Aaand just like that I have lost all the fucks I had to give.”

“I think I might be falling in love with you.”

“I'm done.” / “What?” / “I’m done. I’m not doing this anymore.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You can't die. Please don't die.”

“Of all the times… you pick now to tell me that?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Don't look at me like that.”

“You're so tiny compared to me.”

“You’re so pretty.” / “I am not pretty, I am an intimidating force of utter destruction!” / “A pretty force of utter destruction!”

“I thought I lost you.”

“Don't cry. We’ll find each other again.”

“I hate you.” / “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard anyone call it that.”

“Well, that’s not a very nice way of putting it. But yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“You misunderstand. I didn’t come here to kill you.”

“Believe me, my dear, no-one regrets this more than I do.”

“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back.”

“Do you maybe think, in retrospect, that this was a terrible idea?”

“Good. I meant it to hurt.”

“Just sit around and cry, then. I don’t have that luxury.”

“You have to tell her. It wouldn’t be right not to.”

“That’s it! I’m killing them all.” / “Wait, but what about the plan?” / “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.”

“Hey! Did you hear? ____ is back!”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Are we supposed to kiss now?”

“The longer I am here with you, the more I think we need to leave.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”

“I want to take you to all the beautiful places, sunsets over oceans and listen to the rain. I want to dance with you, make you smile and laugh… but-- I also want to kiss you so hard it leaves marks on your body, I want to watch you writhe beneath me and scream my name until you can’t say anything else.”

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to do it myself?”

“I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy.”

“I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, the ____ are right here.”

“You feel like home to me”

“Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

“I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

“Do not drink that.” / “I am an adult, I can do what I want.”

“If I have to come over there, I’ll wrench your mouth open and spit down your throat. (pause) Of course you like it, you sick fuck.”

“My dear, I feel I have been waiting for you to say that all my life.” / “I didn’t say anything?” / “Exactly.”

“If you had a hundred dollars for every time you had a good idea, you’d be in debt.”

“It was such a nice wedding.” / “You set fire to the church.” / “Yes. That’s what made it nice.”

“In all my life, it has only ever been you. Before I knew what the world was. Before I saw stars, or oceans or distant planets... before I knew anything… I knew you.”

“_____ Darling? Love of my life, light of my world, my sun and my stars… I beg of you… do not do this… Because you will not like what happens.”

@eyecandyeoz as requested <3

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 4 Back to Beginnings -Life is But a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

 WARNING: mild sexual content 

- 

The cool air that snuck its way between the buildings blew into you harshly. You placed your hand over your mouth, silencing yourself. You clenched your jaws to keep yourself from chattering, afraid that every little thing was going to give your position away. Whoever you were chasing should've been hiding from you, not from them. 

You could hear running in the distance against the pavement, echoing in the alley. It grew closer and closer. Your heartbeat was in your throat, threatening to jump out. You could feel the soft pulse through your fingertips. You couldn't tell if it was from the cold, or from the adrenaline. Was it a bad time to admit you needed to pee? 

You were a horrible bounty hunter. You were too loud, you were clumsy with your gun, and body is just far too slow to give chase. Matter of fact, you looked rather ridiculous. But then again, everybody has to start somewhere, right? 

Home was far away from here, across the solar system. And as much as you were homesick, fuel for your small, dingy ship cost money, and that was something that you did not possessed at the moment. Not one single woolong. Maybe a few coins and a token from the local arcade. You needed this bounty, and you needed it now. 

The running grew louder and louder, the noise filling the alley. You squeezed the handle of your gun, afraid that your it was going to slip. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. You never really prayed before, but maybe you should start now. One step echoed in the alley. Then another. And then another. Each one growing louder than the next. 

You placed your finger on the trigger gently, your hand surprisingly steady. You could see the outline of the woman that was now hunting you, her silhoutte growing bigger and bigger. Even though you were in the shadows of the alley, you definitely were sure that she could see you in the dark clear as day. Then she stopped, maybe a few feet in front of you. In an attempt to scare you, maybe elicit a reaction from you, she flipped out the barrel of her gun, spinning it, and popping it back in, over and over. 

"You're sure one shitty bounty hunter." she spoke. You could hear the smile in her voice, one of the last insults in your short life. You could also hear the age as well, scratchy and hoarse. "But what I will let you keep for the next minute is the smallest bit of nerve for trying to take me out." 

"You have nerve now to assume that I'll accept that." you blurted out without thinking. It may have been stupid, but do you have all the time in the world now to think it over? 

 She scoffed. " Oh, please. You're the one thinking that I'll give up myself that easily. And to a little girl with a gun." 

You swallowed. "You're not wrong, but I might surprise you." 

"Hiding in an alley waiting for the enemy to come to her? Yes, that is very surprising." she cackled, her hair flaying everywhere in the wind. Her arms outstretched, like a villain who just told the hero their heinous plan to take over the world. The dramatics certainly didn't work on you, but you sure thought it was funny. 

You start laughing as you got up and dusted yourself off. Not in a mocking tone, or in a conniving way. It was totally genuine. She noticed this, and immediately stopped laughing.  

"What"s so goddamn funny?" she ran up on you, her faces inches away from yours. You continued laughing, your head down. "Tell me, or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"

She stuck her gun underneath your chin, snarling and hurling threats at you. This still didn't stop your hysterics. "I-i think.." you couldn't even finish this sentence without a chuckle or too. "I-i honestly think.."

"You think? Spit. It. Out." she growled. 

You smiled. "I think.. you are sure one shitty criminal. Your barrel's been empty since your laughing fit a minute ago." 

Her face went blank as she looked at her gun, the barrel unloaded. 

 "Also all your bullets are on the ground behind you." You stated, your mouth into a fine line. She back up, accidentally stepping on few of the bullets. Her legs flew up, landing on her back. You could hear her start wincing and groaning.

"Seriously, how old is your gun?" You snatched her gun out of her hands, inspecting it. At a first glance, it could've been mistaken for a prop gun in an spaghetti western movie. "Wow, this is older than you. And you're ancient."

"Its my lucky gun. Its been with me since I first started in the game." She muttered. She struggled to pick herself up, but before she could, you swiped underneath her knees. She buckled down, stunned.

"I don't think I can let you off that easy. After all, I'm just a little girl with a gun, I don't know what I'm doing." You shrugged.

You aimed your gun at her leg and fired, the shot echoing. Your bounty gasped in shock, then started wailing in agonizing pain. Clutching her leg, she cried out. "Are you fucking insane?!"

"No, I'm just tired." You sighed. "Alright, let's pack it up, John Wayne."

- 

As you finished the story, Spike and Jet could not stop laughing. It wasn't that funny. But with at least with five shots in, it was hilarious. 

"John Wayne?!" Jet choked out, clutching his chest.

 "I'm not kidding."You smiled. "I thought I was a total badass." 

As you all tried to catch your breath, Spike waved over another round of shots. Jet noticed this, and put his hands up. 

"No more, Spike." he said, yawning and stretching. "I think its time we hit the hay." 

"Oh come on, Jet. At least stay for one more round." you lied, secretly wanting Jet to leave so you could have Spike all to yourself. It felt so odd, wanting someone you barely knew near you. Before today's events, you caught yourself multiple times delving into fantasies where you were confessing your love and affection to this mysterious man, and him returning just as much. He would place his hands on either sides of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. His eyes looking into yours,  And then, that classic fairy tale moment would come. A sweet, soft tender kiss, and the flying off into the sunset. Then you realize that you were just creating a version of him that you wanted, and that he probably wasn't thinking of you at all. 

And then there was moments where your mind wanders off, and you begin to think of all the ways he could absolutely destroy you. Emotionally and physically, but mainly physically. You imagined the way he would pin you against the wall, cornering you in.  Trailing his lips against your neck, biting and kissing that sensitive spot that made you go crazy. He would grab your hair, pulling your head back to face him. It wouldn't be harshly, but that he had full control of you. Spike would crash his lips against yours, desperately and passionately, like it was the last time he would ever kiss someone. 

Moaning and whining for more, you would try to snake your wrists from his grip to touch him.  But he would keep you pinned down, only torturing you more. 

"I don't think you deserve to touch me, " he would tease, pulling back from you. "Unless I hear you beg for it. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you." 

After that, you would put a lid on it for the moment. You would feel the immediate need to drink some water, and an even greater need to take a cold shower. Its not that you didn't want these thoughts, its just you didn't want them to intrude on your mind when you were  conversing with THAT person. Who was now trying to get your attention because you were spacing off. You were spacing off so bad, you hadn't realized that Jet actually did leave, and it was just you and Spike. 

"Hey," he said, waving his head in front of you, "you okay?" 

You nodded, hoping that it wasn't obvious that you were thinking of Spike fucking you six ways to Sunday. "Yeah I'm good! Why you ask?" 

"You were just staring at me like I was a piece of meat." he replied, lighting another cigarette. 

"Well, I don't even like meat, so." you smirked, taking a sip from your drink. 

He raised his eyebrows. "From what I saw earlier at dinner, I know that is a fucking lie." 

You giggled, twirling the small stirring straw in your cup. A little tipsy, and more confident than you usually were, right now was the perfect time to flirt. 

"I do like a sausage every now and then, but, "you shrugged, looking anywhere other than Spike. That was a little too bold. You looked back at Spike, who was just smirking away. 

"I think I'll that hang in the air for just a minute." he replied. 

"I'm sorry, it was just there. I had to." you chuckled. 

You noticed the faintest bit of blush on Spike's face. It could've been from the amounts of drinks he had, or the teasing earlier. You were pretty sure that it was from the drinks. Little comments like those definitely didn't influence that one bit. Or did it? 

"How longer on you planning on staying here?" Spike asked. 

"Until I'm ready to go to bed, and I'm wired." you responded, a little discouraged if Spike was implying that it was time that all parties were going home. 

"No, I mean staying here on the planet. I'll be here until next week." he said. 

"Oh my bad." you replied, your face burning slightly in embarassment. "I think the same as you, until next week. "

"Ah, okay." Spike mumbled. He looked at the tabletop, you both sitting in complete silence. What he said next made your heart jump into your throat. 

"I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to do this next week? Dinner and drinks?" He asked, finishing his cigarette. "Right before we leave, I mean." 

As much as you wanted giggle like a school girl, you played it cool. "Mr. Spiegel, it sure does sounds like you're asking me on a date." 

Spike leaned his head on his hand. "And what if I am?"

"I'd say yes. I need a little fun every now and then." you stated, mirroring Spike.

You both sat there in silence for a little bit. You wanted to say something else, but the silence was doing just right for now. Talking to someone was nice, but just enjoying another person's presence? That felt just right. 

"Question?" you asked. 

"Answer." Spike replied. 

"What  do you do for fun, besides drinking and being cool?" you smiled. 

Spike chuckled. He sat there, thinking. "If you would like, I can show you." he finally said. 

"Show me. I'll follow you wherever you go." you said, taking that last shot. 

"Alright, follow my lead then." Spike said, getting up. He held his hand out to you. You  took it, jumping out of the booth. You staggered backwards, but Spike wrapped his arm around your shoulders to steady you

"Easy there." he grinned. You were a little too tipsy to care about Spike touching you, but it was gladly welcomed with open arms. 

"Let me show you were the real fun is." 

- 

The real fun was in a small jazz bar, with a single man on stage playing the sultry notes of a saxophone. You were prepared for anything, but you thought it was going to be a little bit more exciting than this. But if this is what Spike likes, then you will definitely respect that. 

He sat next you, his arm on his knee, leaning his head in his hand. He looked mellowed out, a blank expression. You were watching him out of the corner of your eye, seeing if his face would change. But it didn't. He kind of looked bored. Hoping you weren't making him bored, you cleared your throat. That got his attention. 

"Hmm?" he asked, his eyes still fixated on the saxophone player. 

"How often do you come here?" you asked him. 

He sighed, leaning back. "Man, I want to say every time I'm on Mars. I've been going to this place since I was younger. Its almost like a safe haven for me. Where do you think I get my good taste in music from?" 

You nodded, chuckling. "I get that." 

"Besides drinking and enjoying some good music," you continued, "what else do you like to do? I already told you my hobbies earlier at dinner, so I guess its your turn to spill." 

Spike leaned backwards, hands interlocked in the back of his head. "My hobbies." he thought. "I want to say make money, eat, and go to sleep." 

You smiled. "No, I'm serious. What do you like to do for fun?" 

"I'm serious too. Now that I think about it, I want to add on watching TV and practicing some punches, so I'm not too rusty." he replied. 

"Who do you practice punches on? Not on anyone on the Bebop, I hope." you said. 

"If I could, I would. Some of them really do know how to push my buttons." he muttered, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, but not lighting it. 

"I'm not pushing any buttons by interrogating you, am I?" you asked, leaning closer. 

"Of course not. I'm just answering some questions for a curious cat." Spike winked at you. 

Your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest, this man was so fucking fine. You bit down your lip, tapping your leg. You hope it wasn't too noticeable that Spike's flirting was taking a HUGE toll on you. You couldn't go back on to your thoughts from earlier, you can't right now. If you did, boy you were in for a treat back at your ship. 

The silence this time was a little different, like something was off. You were expecting the conversation to bounce back, but it didn't. As much as you wanted to initiate talking, you felt like you could be talking too much.  Spike was quiet, and he hadn't really changed positions for a hot minute. You now knew that when Spike got like this, he was thinking. His face would be expressionless, tapping his leg lazily, and just staring whatever direction he felt was necessary. During dinner, while you and Jet were talking, he would get quiet and travel off into his own little space. Now that it was you and Spike, you felt like you were intruding on something. 

You turned your focus back onto the music. Coursing their way into your ears, the deep notes felt like they were pulsing in your body. You still couldn't get over the air between you and Spike. It felt a little somber. 

"Hey," you said softly, touching his arm, "is everything okay?" 

Spike looked at you, his eyes turned down a little. He looked right back at him, waiting on a response. His eyes traveled from your eyes, down to your lips, and then to the rest of you. Was he checking you out? His lips formed a soft smile. 

"Yeah, I'm okay, " he said, "but besides that, did I ever tell you how nice you look tonight?" 

As flattered as you were, you were still concerned over Spike. "No, but thank you. Spike, seriously, you seem off. You were just fine and chatty earlier, but your vibe is definitely off." 

"I don't think we've been hanging out that much for you to see that." Spike shot back. 

"Yes, but I kind of got a knack for reading people." you replied, crossing your arms. You were a little taken aback by his sudden hostility, but you really didn't know what was going through Spike's mind. 

"If I said something that offended you, I-" you began, but Spike put his hand up to you. He shook his head, folding his hands together on his chin, placing his elbows on the table. 

Conflicted with pushing until he tells you and just shutting up, you sat there. You began to distract yourself with thoughts of getting another drink, what you were going to do when this "date" was over. 

"Alright, (y/n)," Spike spoke, his voice smooth, "do you want to know what's really  bugging me?"

You hesitated, anxious that you awoken something that would surely make this the last date. You nodded, turning to face Spike. 

"The past." he murmured, scooting closer to you. 

"The past? Why?" you asked quietly. 

"Why the past? Let's see." Spike stared into your eyes, his gaze unwavering. You looked back, but averted your eyes when you felt like you were overstepping. You already were overstepping with asking if he was okay, but there was something about eye contact that made you uncomfortable. 

"I've had a long, long past (y/n). I've made many stupid mistakes. And even though I know they are all in the past, they keep finding ways to ruin my present. I guess you can say I'm torturing myself with being here, since this was such a big place to hang when I was in-" Spike stopped abruptly, clamping his mouth shut. 

You nodded. "You don't have to say anything else. I understand." You gave him a small smile, placing your hand on his shoulder. Fuck comfort, you thought. Maybe it was just a human thing, to reach out to others when they're in pain, forgetting boundaries and anything that could hold back support. 

He looked at the placement of your hand, then back at your face. It seemed like eternity that you were both like this. He returned the smile, a silent thank you in the air.

 "Now I know that we already kind of drank a lot earlier, but how does another round sound?" you grinned.

 Spike's face lit up. "You read my mind, (y/n)." 

-  

You stumbled your way out of the bar, clinging onto Spike as he led you out onto the street. You were a giggling, drunk mess. You weren't rowdy or anything when you drank, but you sure were the comedian. Spike sobered up a little earlier, so he was a bit straighter than you were right now. 

"I would say, Spike," you slurred, "you sure are a pretty man." 

"Oh thank you. Now lets get you back home." Spike replied, just holding onto you while you tried to walk without falling over. 

"No no, you're not listening. Like you are really, really gorgeous. So gorgeous, you could put Valentine to shame." you laughed. 

Spike chuckled. "Okay, I'll take that." 

"Say thank you."

 "No." 

"Why?" 

"Cause." 

"Why?" 

Spike sighed. Now you were getting a little annoying, but he didn't want to get rid of you for the night just yet. Even if you were drunk and acting a fool, your company was something he needed for a long, long time.

 "Its a pretty night, don't you think, Spike?" you said, pointing out to the stars. 

Spike looked up, amusing you. "Sure." 

"No, say that it looks pretty. Or else you'll hurt her feelings." you smirked, giggling.

 "Whose feelings?" Spike asked genuinely, because you were definitely talking out of your ass. 

"I honestly don't know. But I do know that I'm tired as shit." you mumbled. 

Spike was tired too, but for some reason, he didn't want the night to end just yet. You haven't noticed this, but Spike was walking around buildings to see if you would follow him and not the way home. And your dumbass just did that. It was actually kind of funny, but it was a joke only for Spike. For a brief moment, you walked completely normal, and then the spiral started again.

 "Look miss, if you keep harassing me, I'm going to have to call the police on you, and I really don't want to do that." Spike teased, only adding more fuel to the fire.

 "Ahh, no, please don't do that." you replied sarcastically, putting your hands up. "I've been a good girl, I promise." You half smiled at Spike, and continued staggering to the port where your ships were. 

Spike place his hands in his pockets, trying his best not to reply to that last bit from you. But maybe he could let a little something slip. 

"From what I've seen, you've been a bad girl." Spike taunted. "A very, very bad girl." 

You turned around slowly, raising your eyebrows. Now it was your turn. 

"And what are you going to do about it?" you asked, sauntering over to Spike.

 "Give a guess." he said softly, his voice low and husky from the cigarette he just finished.

 You moved in closer slowly, finding your balance. You looked up at him, boldly running your hands up his chest. Spike flinched from your touch, but melted into it. You ran it all the way from his chest to his shoulders, and finally up to his face. Placing both hands on either side of Spike's cheeks, you brought his face down to yours gently. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled your nostrils, tingling your senses.

 You tilted your head, chuckling softly at how you had Spike wrapped around your finger at this moment. Spike closed the space between you both, taking into account how your hands framed his face so kindly, like you both have been doing this for forever.

 "Mr. Spiegel," you began, smiling, "you're not going to do a goddamn-"

A loud blast burst through the air, scaring you enough to become completely sober. Orange flames and clouds of smoke could be seen from behind the buildings. Alarms from the surrounding structures sounded off, people yelling and asking each other what the commotion was.

 "What the fuck?" you yelled as you watched the flames grow at a steady pace. You shielded your eyes, coughing. 

"Its from the port!" a person shouted. "There was an explosion at the port!" 

You and Spike looked at each other. Without thinking, you both bolted towards the chaotic scene. Every step brought more anxiety, not only for your ship, but for the Bebop. People ran around, to and from the port. You covered your mouth from the sudden inhalation of smoke, coughing more and more. As you came to a clearing, you could see the tumultuous scene before you. 

Your ship was burning, engulfed in a blaze of violently whipping flames. You shielded your face from the heat of your destroyed home, backing into Spike.

 "(y/n), we have to get away from here!" Spike shouted over the screams of panic surrounding you both. He wrapped his arms around you and started pulling you away, your feet dragging. 

You began to hyperventilate, unintentionally filling your lungs with smoke. Either from shock or the smoke, your vision blurred, and finally, slipping to black. 

- 

AN: Thank you all for sticking around. With these last two months, I've lost two jobs and gained one where I'm finally in a good place, financially and mentally, so that's good. I want to push out more fics for characters listed on here and my tumblr (same username as my Wattpad). Once again, thank you guys so much for enjoying this fic, and please, stay safe. 

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Cursed Words- Furnace

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner, mentions of past Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton.

Summary- Avoiding saying the words is a lot harder when you don’t know what they are. It’s rendered you silent around Bucky. Bucky knows he’s doing better in the sessions. Allison talks highly of him now. When a nightmare strikes him, you bring the deal forward.

Warnings- (18+) Mentions of blood, death, injury detail, PTSD, panic and anxiety attacks. Fluff. Swearing. Dirty talk, dirty fantasies. Eventual smut.

A/N- Sorry this took so long! A nice long chapter for you. It’s a bit deeper as well. What do you think?

This could be considered a songfic as I wrote this listening to ‘Inside Out’ by Andrew Austin so I would really recommend putting it on while you read this. I’ll put a link in. Also, the bathroom scene is inspired by BBC’s Bodyguard when David attacks Julia. This chapter is full on Bucky having bad dreams, PTSD, panic and anxiety attacks at the start but hopefully it gets fluffier towards the end. Taglist is open.

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Bucky jumps awake at the gunshot that echoes in his head. Breathing heavily, he sits up and wipes sweat off his brow. The dream... it was so real... The gunshot sounded like it could’ve been in the compound. 

He’d decieded on a early night after a rough mission and left the common room at 4PM, missing his therapy session and ignoring the worried looks from you and Steve. Sleep had come surprisingly easy and he’d been fine until the dream.

Night has fallen and the compound is dark when Bucky leaves his room. His breath rises in the cold morning air and goosebumps decorate his skin as he makes his way down the corridor towards the kitchen. 

He doesn’t feel it until his finger connects with the metal button for the lift. The hairs rising on the back of neck. The feeling that someone is watching him, following him. Instinctively, he turns his head around and scans the empty corridor but sees nothing. The lift opens and he dismisses it as aftershocks of the bad dream he’s just had.

When the doors open to the kitchen, the smell hits him first. It’s putrid, rotting, and a smell he knows so well. His breath hitches and he takes a slow step forward, trying to hold his breath. He rounds the corner from the lift and the smell is impossibly stronger but the sight makes Bucky’s blood run cold.

Steve is sitting on a chair, his head lying on the table, arms hanging limply by his side. His eyes are glazed over and his mouth hangs open, frozen in permanent terror. A hole in his forehead leaks blood and Bucky throws his hand over his mouth in disgust and grief. 

Who could have done this?

On the chair opposite Steve, Sam lies in a similar position. A walk around the table finds Wanda on the floor, her hand inches from Vision’s, his body grey.

Bucky flees the kitchen and ends up in the common room only to find Tony and Pepper lying on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. Three gunshot wounds litter Tony’s chest and Pepper has one in her lower abdomen. Rhodey and Bruce lean against each other on the couch, their blood flowing onto the carpet.

Bucky staggers into the corridor, heading towards the training room. Lying a few feet in front of him is Clint and Bucky notices flies buzzing around the archer’s head. Bucky trips round the corner to find Thor lying by the open door to the training room. Just as he thinks he’s going to throw-up, a voice wavers into the corridor, “No! Please... Please...We can talk about this! No... No!!”

A gunshot and scream, “Natasha! No!”

Silence. 

“Are you going to kill me, or you going to stare at me?” your rings through the empty training room and Bucky’s heart pounds. A deep gravelly voice that Bucky doesn’t recognise responds, “I’m trying to figure out why he likes you.”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

Bucky peers into the room and spots you, sitting in the middle of the room hunched in a ball. Natasha lies a few feet away, blood seeping out of her chest. A figure walks around you and Bucky has to bite his tongue when he sees the black mask wrapped around the figure’s face, “How did you figure out that I wasn’t him?”

“He wouldn’t kill his family.”

“Family...” the Winter Soldier muses the word before barking a harsh laugh, “You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“I know excatly what’s he capable of. The worst he can do is kill someone. And he wouldn’t kill his family.”

“You’ve said that. What do you mean by ‘the worst he can do is kill someone’?”

“You torture people. You make them beg for death and them don’t grant them that small mercy.”

“I didn’t make your friends beg for death...”

“Your mission, Soldat, was me, wasn’t it? You wanted me and now your stalling in killing me. Why?”

The Winter Soldier yanks you into a standing position and a knife glints in the dawn, “I was waiting for an audience. I can kill you now.”

You scream as the knfie is pushed into your lower abdomn and Bucky yells, rushing forward. As you collaspe, you see his face and tears erupt out of your eyes, “It’s not your fault. It was never your fault.”

Bucky turns on the Winter Soldier as the life leaves your eyes, “YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO KILL HER!”

“Wow. You really liked her, didn’t you?” taunts the Winter Soldier, “I was trying to prove a point.”

“Which was?”

“I’m back, James. I’m taking control.”

“My name isn’t James!” spits Bucky angrily. The Winter Soldier laughs nastily, “You are James. I am the Winter Soldier. Bucky is the middle ground. I am Bucky when I’m not on mission and you hide behind the mask that is Bucky.”

“Your not taking control. I’m strong enough to beat you.”

“We both know you’re not. I know how to defeat you. It’s the same way you can defeat me,” chuckles the Winter Soldier. Bucky snarls, “Tell me.”

“I’m going to kill you in a minute, so fair’s fair. Embrace James, embrace the soldier. Create Bucky and live peacefully in the middle ground. Your fear is helping me to take control. Thank you, James.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Prove it. Save your own damn life,” the Winter Soldier hurls the knife at Bucky. Bucky freezes and snaps his eyes closed. When he wakes, his body won’t be his own, his mind won’t have control-

Bucky feels himself pushed to the side and his eyes open to find you on top of him, “Bucky! Wake up, your having a nightmare!”

Bucky stares at you, then at your dead body lying a few feet away in shock. You shake his body again as the Winter Soldier howls, “Wake up! It’s a nightmare!”

You slap his face and Bucky jolts forward, an invisible hand pulling him out of sleep.

-

Bucky’s wet blue eyes snap open to you. You’re lying underneath him, your hands wrapped around his wrists as you struggle for air. In the split second before Bucky realises what’s he’s doing, he notices the scratches on your forehead, blood dripping into your eyes, and the dried blood beneath his fingernails. He releases you and as you cough, you scoot back on your bum, falling into his bathroom and closing the door on him. Bucky pounds a fist against the door, “Y/N! Y/N... Sorry doesn’t even-”

A few sobs interrupt him and Bucky collaspes against the door, his head resting on the wood, “Doll? Do I need to call a doctor? Are you okay?”

A sniffle.

“I’m okay.”

“I am so sorry...” Bucky whispers, tears dripping down his face. 

Silence. 

Then a whisper, “Bucky... I know you didn’t mean to hurt me...”

A few more seconds of silence before the lock clicks and Bucky feels your hands wrap around his body. He lets you comfort him as the sobs start. You sigh, carding one hand through his sweaty hair and resting the other against his forehead, “Jesus Bucky, you’re burning up like... like a furnace...” 

Bucky jumps violently and you almost fly across the room, but he manages to tug you closer to him at the last second. You look at him with shock and alarm, “Did I say a word? Goddamn it!”

Seemingly, Bucky ignores you, picking you up, taking you back into the bathroom and setting you on the counter, He pulls out a first aid kit from a draw and you sigh, “Bucky, I said I was fine... Please...”

“Sshh... Your head is bleeding...” Bucky mutters, dabbing an alcohol wipe to your head and making you hiss, “I think I did it... I think I scratched you...”

“I heard you screaming and realised that you were having a nightmare. I tried to wake you. I tried to help. I tried-”

“I know, doll, and I’m sorry, I really. am...”

“It wasn’t your fault... Do you wanna tell me about it?”

Bucky shivers, “It was a dream in a dream. I woke up from a nightmare to be in another. I dreamt that everyone in the compund was dead. Steve, Sam, Tony, Wanda. I went to the training room and watched... a man tease you and kill you.”

“Who was this man?”

“The Winter Soldier... He taunted me when I confronted him. Said I must’ve really liked you. He said he was taking control. Tried to kill me. You pushed me out the way. I was confused, looking at your dead body and your very alive face. The Winter Soldier screamed, you slapped me and I woke up, my hands around your neck...”

Bucky puts a plaster on your head before moving to the sink, washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face. He looks into the mirror and your heart breaks for him. He looks so tired, with black rings around his eyes and light stubble. You want to help him, you just don’t know how.

An idea hits you.

“Hey, Bucky... come here...” you flash a weak smile as Bucky trudges over to you, “I wanna move our proposition.”

“Our proposition?”

You nod your head, “The date. Allison and Steve have been giving me extremely positive feedback. I think you’ve earned it so I’m moving it forward... If you want...”

Bucky’s eyes are suddenly wide with hope, “Are you serious? It’s all I’ve wanted for weeks! I’ve been trying so hard in therapy, I feel so much better for getting off my chest!”

Laughing, you wrap your hands around his neck, “I’m glad Bucky, I really-”

A tight kiss quietens you and squeak in suprise. Within seconds, the kiss is getting more heated and you never want to stop. You want to savour this beautiful moment, kissing Bucky with everything you have but he pulls away, “No. No! You have to go!”

“What?! Why?!”

Bucky hoists you off the counter and shoos you out the room, “I have a date to plan! Out, out!”

“Bucky! Bucky, stop!” you swivel round and put your hands on his waist, a laugh on your lips, “Bucky! You don’t need to make a big deal about the date. A day, a night... with you would be enough. I promise.”

He pauses, staring into your eyes and you almost get lost in his blue hues before another quick peck is pressed to your lips, “I know but after everything I’ve put you through... You deserve the best date ever. Now go! I have a lot to plan!”

More shooing till you’re standing on the otherside of his door, your hand planted against it. A smile lights up your face and you turn around, heading back to your room. A voice calls out, “I’m happy for you.”

You turn to see Steve with a small smile on his face, “Thank you, Steve. I’m happy too.”

As you turn to leave, Steve grabs your hand, “Seriously. I felt terrible, not being able to help my best friend. We used to be so close but we’re different now. He’s been through things that I can’t even begin to imagine... He... He does deserve happiness, despite what he thinks.”

“I know...” you sigh, looking into Steve’s happy face, “Steve... I could really do with a hug right about now...”

Steve wraps his big arms around you, enveloping you in a big hug. You bury your head into his chest and a small tear slides down your cheek. You can’t tell if it’s happy crying or sad crying. But you do know things are falling into place. Bucky is getting better, everyone is alive and the Winter Soldier has been kept at bay.

Also.

You have a date to get ready for.

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Without You

Hi love, me again. Any chance you'd be up for writing an imagine with Angel's girl getting kidnapped and him trying to get her back? Literally obsessed with you're writing and curious to see how you'd put a spin on that :) if not no worries!! I don't want to be wicked annoying lol - but either way thank you! @sickofbitches

Thanks again for the request! ❤️ I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading!

Part 2

*gif not mine*

Warnings: Angst. Violence, drug use, mild sexual assault, death

Angel sat on the steps with Rosco on his lap. He looked down at the dog rubbing his head gently when a light in the house across the street flicked on catching his attention. Tucking the sonogram into his cut he pat Rosco in the head before slipping out from under the dog. “Stay here.” He instructed Rosco. “I’m just going to go ask a few questions.”

Standing up he looked down the street as he made his way across the road and up to the front door of Paul’s place. He beat on the door repeatedly rather impatiently. He knew Paul was home, he always was. There was no way the piece of shit that happened to be your neighbor didn’t see or hear something.

Angel kept telling you he wished you’d move in with him or at least to another neighborhood but you were addicted to the claw foot tub your bathroom contained and would tell him that he’d have to pry it from your cold dead hands. The one luxury made it all the more worth it, and hey as long as you were happy he could look past it.

Now though, after all this was through and he hopefully had you back in his arms the two of you were going to find a place together even if he had to install a damn claw foot tub in it himself. There was no way you’d be staying here or away from him another day. Not after this. Once you were home and safe in his arms again he was never going to let you out of his sight again.

He just had to find you first.

Angel huffed, beating on the door even louder this time. “Open the fuck up Paul! I know you’re in there.” Every second wasted just decreased the chances of him finding you whole and safe but he was trying so hard not to think of that right now.

After a few moments of silence Angel had had enough. Busting the door open he charged into the home, ignoring the filth of the place. “Where the fuck are you Paul?!” He called out. Angel found the living room empty as well as the bedroom. He ran his hand through his hair feeling defeated when he saw the light shining from under a closed door down the hall, the same light he must have seen from outside. Angel kicked the door open not caring anymore.

There he found Paul, back resting against the bathtub, needle limp in his hand with fresh track marks on his arm.

Angel was livid.

Paul looked at Angel, his face scrunched up. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”

Angel stomped over grabbing Paul by the shirt and lifting him to his feet. “What the hell am I doing?” He barked the question back at Paul. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He shook his head, sneering at the young man. He couldn’t believe how Paul was just across the street getting high when his girl was defenseless, being kidnapped without any care from those who lived close by. He was disgusted.

“You’re the one who came barging into my house man.” Paul defended, trying to hide his fear. He knew you were Angel’s girl, and that he was a Mayan, but he just couldn’t refuse the men’s offer. Heroin for keeping his mouth shut, for looking the other way.

“So you’re over here getting fucking high when my girl is in trouble! She’s fucking gone Paul!” He screamed in his face. “Where the hell is she? Where’d they take her? Who were they?” Angel spit question after question out at him.

“I don’t know man,” Paul’s voice quivered as he tried to sink away from Angel’s grasp. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me Paul.” Angel warned, “I know you’ve been home all goddamn day. You can’t tell me you didn’t hear or see anything! Tell me where she is!”

“I don’t know!” Paul was frantic now. The last thing he needed was to be on the MC’s bad side or Angel’s.

Angel slammed Paul’s back against the wall getting up in his face. “I’ve never liked you Paul,” he spat, “but I put up with your junkie ass because (Y/N) insisted you were a good kid, just troubled. She fucking helped you get clean and back on your feet and here you are shooting that shit back into yourself. You’re fucking pathetic Paul.” Angel's voice was low, full of disdain. He told you not to get involved but your kind and compassionate heart wouldn’t let you. You told Angel your purpose was to help those in need and Paul needed someone like you. That was another one of the reasons you had refused to leave the rundown neighborhood that had become much more than your home.

“I’m done with the game Paul. Tell me where they are!”

“I swear Angel,” Paul began shaking with fear as the tears filled his eyes. “I don’t know anything, please. Please just let me go.”

“I know you didn’t get that H from us.” Angel said nodding over to the needle on the green tile. “Did they give you that? Buy your silence with a temptation you couldn’t resist?”

Paul was backed into a corner, literally. He had two options, continue lying and hope Angel didn’t kill him, or tell the truth and hope Angel didn’t kill him. Either way shit wasn’t looking good for him. “I’m so sorry Angel.” He began sobbing, “please, I’m so sorry.”

Angel nodded a few times trying to hold his rage back. You would want him to be understanding towards Paul but he just couldn’t do that. Paul didn’t deserve your compassion and he certainly wasn’t going to get his. All he could see was you dead in a ditch somewhere because of the selfish fuck in front of him.

Swinging him around Angel threw Paul to the ground getting on top of him and landing a blow to his nose. The blood gushed from his nose, more than likely Angel had broken his nose. Paul laid there sobbing. “I’m sorry Angel. I’m so sorry, please don’t kill me.” He begged, “I’m sorry. They said they wouldn’t hurt me if I kept my mouth shut. Gave me the heroin and said there would be more coming where that was from. I swear I didn’t know what they were going to do. I didn’t know they were going to take her.”

Angel had him pressed against the hard floor feeling no sympathy for the young man. “Who? Who were they Paul?”

“I don’t know.” Paul stammered wiping at his nose. “There were three men. I saw one of them, the bigger one, he stuck (Y/N) in the trunk of her car. The other two followed behind in a dark green Silverado.”

Angel was relieved to have some sort of lead now but still couldn’t forgive Paul for what he did. “So what? (Y/N)’s life is worth less than your next fix?” He laughed but there was no joy in it. “My kid’s life is worth less?” Angel’s heart clenched in his chest as he looked down at Paul. “What did you think they were going to do?” It seemed pretty obvious to Angel that the men’s motives were sinister. Paul just couldn’t see past his own life and addiction.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think they were going to hurt her.”

The pathetic apologies didn”t mean shit to Angel. “Of course you didn’t think.” He spat out pressing down harder on the young man. “Just know Paul, if anything happens to either one of them, that blood is on your hands.” Angel looked him dead in the eyes. There was no compassion or sympathy behind his gaze, just pure hatred. “And I will feel no remorse having your blood on mine.”

Angel stood up releasing the pressure he had on Paul’s chest. He swiftly kicked him in the gut, spitting on him before he turned and walked away stopping in the doorway to try to simmer down some.

EZ and the guys pulled up in front of your place with Angel nowhere to be found. He noted the groceries across the ground as he walked into your yard greeting Rosco by the gate. “Hey buddy.” He said petting the dog’s head. “Where’d Angel go?”

“Over here.” Gilly called out nodding to the open door of your neighbor’s house across the street.

EZ straightened up heading towards the house, Creeper taking his place with Rosco. They got about halfway across the street when they saw Angel come out of the house dragging Paul out with him, a washcloth held tight against the kid’s face.

EZ approached his brother as Angel passed Paul off to Gilly. “What’s going on?”

“Get him in the van,” Angel instructed Gilly, “(Y/N) will never forgive me if something happens to the piece of shit.” The last thing he really wanted was to protect the junkie but he couldn’t just let these men come back and kill Paul either. “And get Rosco looked at too. She’ll be livid if she finds out we went after her before taking care of her baby.” The words brought your unborn child to Angel’s mind once more causing the pain to resurface as it picked at the fresh wound. Angel made off to his bike trying to push it all back. There would be time for that later. EZ trailed behind him trying to keep up with his brother’s strides.

Angel was done wasting time. He was going to find you and bring you home safe even if it took him turning the whole town of Santo Padre inside out. He was not going to lose his family. Not ever and especially not before even getting to hold them in his arms.

“Three men,” He began rattling off the information for all of his brothers. The rest of the details they could figure out later and handle accordingly. Right now they just needed to focus on finding you. “Shit head said they stuck her in her trunk and took off followed by a green Silverado.”

EZ was taking in every detail his brother was telling him. Any way that he could help he would. “We’re going to find her, Angel.” He said, not for the first time, pulling Angel into a quick hug. “No one is going to rest until we bring her home.

Angel patted EZ on the back before pulling out of the embrace and hopping on his bike.

Angel and EZ headed off in one direction, Coco and Gilly going the opposite way with Creeper taking Rosco to the van with Paul and Riz calling the rest of the guys to catch them up on what to look for.

It was going to be a long night, but the men would stop at nothing to bring you home. You were family.

You came to, head throbbing as you tried to take in your surroundings. You tried to stretch out only to find your hands restrained behind your back. The jostling in the cramped space was only making you more nauseous with the realization of your situation coming back to you causing the panic to set back in with a crushing pressure in your chest.

You were obviously in the trunk of your car which made you feel claustrophobic, like the space was shrinking in on you slowly. It was only a matter of time before it crushed you.

You closed your eyes taking a couple of deep breaths. There was no time for such thoughts. You decided to focus on what you could do as a way to calm yourself. First thing being to get out of your restraints.

With much wiggling and squirming you worked at the rope around your wrists, the material burning against your flesh. You were getting stressed and sweaty. You wanted to give up but then you thought of Angel. Of him cradling your son in his arms cooing at the precious angel before looking up at you and smiling that smile that made your knees weak every time you saw it. You thought about how much you loved him and how much you loved your family. You had to fight, for him, and for your family. He was going to find you but you had to help him out too. You were a team and even separated you would be getting through this together.

You couldn’t wait to be back home safe in his arms with your baby Rosco snuggled close. You were going to make sure that happened.

You finally slipped free and let out a sigh of relief. Now that that was handled you just had to wait until you felt the vehicle stop. Then you could reach for the emergency release and make a break for it. You were so thankful for that added feature right now.

You waited for what felt like forever traveling down the dirt road. The ride was far from smooth, jerking your body around uncomfortably. Eventually you felt the vehicle slow down. Reaching for the release you waited until you were at a complete stop.

Popping it open you were immediately blinded by a set of headlights in front of you. Shielding your eyes you slipped out of the trunk stumbling making your way around the vehicle behind you in hopes of finding help. A man stepped out from the passenger seat taking you by the shoulders to steady you.

“Please,” You begged. “You have to help me.” The last thing you were expecting was a smack to the side of the face. You stumbled back reaching for the stinging pain as a result and that's when you noticed the bloody makeshift bandage around the man’s forearm.

“Stupid bitch.” The man snarled spitting down at your feet. “Damn it Tony, I told you to make sure she was tied up tight.” He hollard back at the young man in the driver’s seat. “Got to do everything around here.” He muttered coming back towards you.

You backed up arms in front of you defensively until you ran into something or more like someone. The man behind you, who was driving your vehicle, gripped onto your shoulders tightly keeping you in place. “Now where do you think you’re going, querida?” He whispered in your ear causing chills to shoot down your spine. His voice and words held sinister intentions as his grip only tightened, sure to leave you bruised.

“Now your piece of shit dog did this to me.” The man in front of you said holding his arm up as he got closer. “I think someone has to pay for the damages. It’s only right that that should be the owner, right?” His teeth shined in the dark as he smiled at you creeping closer.

Your heart began racing again as you tried to squirm out of the other man’s grasp. He tightened his grip on you pulling your arms behind your back. Your eyes shot back to Tony. He had gotten out of the car and was now watching on as the events unfolded. You sent him a pleading look hoping he’d intervene but you knew he wouldn’t. You could tell the kid was just as scared as you were.

The man behind you held your arms tighter as the other kept approaching, reaching down to unbuckle his belt as he kept his gaze on your face, licking his lips. You gulped.

Now there was no space left between you. Leaning over he stuck his face by your neck inhaling your scent. You turned your face away from him trying to keep your shaking down. Your stomach was churning more and more with each move he made. You felt disgusted but tried to remain calm. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing just how terrified you were.

The man pulled back growling. Grabbing your chin forcefully he turned you to look at him. “You’re gonna watch bitch.”

You glared back at him. You could cry or scream but you knew that wouldn’t do you any good so you kept your mouth shut.

Leaning over still holding your face in place he crashed his lips to yours intrusively slipping his tongue in your mouth. You gagged into the kiss but that seemed to only encourage him. Pulling back he snickered watching you sputtered before reaching down to rid you of your jeans. That’s when you couldn’t hold back anymore, the contents of your stomach rushing out.

You gasped and coughed catching your balance as the man behind you released you and stepped back away from the mess mumbling to himself. Wiping your mouth you looked back at the man in front of you as he was trying to wipe the vomit from him. You don’t know why, maybe you were losing it, but as you watched him you just started laughing uncontrollably.

The man didn’t like that at all, he was furious. “Oh, you think this is funny?”

You tried to protest but couldn’t stop it. Stomping back over to you he swung another blow to your face snapping you out of your fit of giggles. You recaught your balance once more as he pulled his good arm back again swinging for your stomach.

“Stop!” You shouted, taking him back a bit. He halted in his actions as you protectively held your arms in front of your stomach. “Please, I’m pregnant.” You were hoping this would have some sway over the men although you doubted it would. Regardless you had to try. You couldn’t lose your child, wouldn’t lose it.

Angel didn’t even know. You were so excited to tell him. Isn’t it funny how your whole day can change in a blink of an eye?

The man laughed along with his buddy behind him. “And that’s supposed to mean something to me?”

You instinctively looked away, trying to curl in on yourself in hopes of protecting your unborn child as he pulled his arm back once more. You waited anticipating the blow as your body tensed up, but it never came.

Instead a loud shot rang out as you were splattered with the man’s blood. You screamed now as you looked over and found the man down on the ground at your feet, the blood from the hole in his head pooling around him, seeping closer and closer to your shoes. You wanted to move but you couldn't bring yourself to. You locked eyes with Tony as the gun slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground, he was horrified by what he just did.

“What the fuck?!” The other man shouted, pulling his gun out and aiming at Tony.

“Stupid fucking kid.” The man muttered as he stomped over and grabbed your arm leading you past the bodies and to the truck. “Don’t shed a tear for him, querida.” You hated how the man said that. “Fucker got what he deserved.”

The lost look in Tony’s eyes would haunt you forever. Before he could even defend his actions another shot rang out echoing in the night as the bullet pierced the boy between the eyes, his blood scattering across the pick up truck behind him. You let out the most blood curdling scream as you watched the boy's lifeless body fall to the ground.

You were too in shock to protest just letting him take you with him. He kicked Tony out of the way, his body rolling slightly down and into the ditch as he swung the passenger side open disregarding the blood on the door. The scene was nothing new or shocking to the man, just another day in the life.

Shoving you in he slammed the door behind you and came around to the driver’s side. He buckled you in tight before grabbing your hands and setting them on the bar on the dash in front of you. With some more rope he tied them securely to it and you let him. You couldn’t fight, not after all that bloodshed.

All you could do was stare out the window at Tony’s lifeless body wondering what life he could have had if he had chosen another path, if maybe somehow you could have helped him and freed him from this fate as you drove farther and farther away leaving the horrific scene behind you.

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