#this mental image has me weak in the fucking knees

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

I want to ruin my life and throw myself into an arc so uhh

Can i request class 1-A but like outcast reader? Angsty yk where theyre always dismissed in training and forgotten

Oooo I like this one lmfao I want so desperately to make reader this feral little cicin mage like from genshin 😭 buts gonna be gn

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 1-𝐀 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

Aizawa was starting to become a little worried about you. He had been so busy with Shinsou and his problem children to focus much attention and direction to the rest of the class. Every time he would try to work on it, yet another calamity would occur and force his attention back on the main parties.

He was working on this little flaw of his, continuously checking in with and directing the others during training period. He never got to help you, though. It seemed that whenever he would look for you, you would drop from the face of the earth.

You were avoiding him.

You would sit on your lonesome in class and at lunch, with your head kept down. He's never once seen you exchange small talk. In all honesty, he's less worried about your physical capabilities, and more worried about your mental state. He has a bad feeling.

In reality, you just hated this class. Every day, someone would open their big, ugly mouth and out came nonsense that further convinced you of how undeserving they were of being at the top. You were only here because you were recommended. Your quirk isn't nearly as powerful or flashy, either. Why does everyone else get all the attention when all they do is fuck up and ruin everything?!

All of this comes to light during the next sparring period. You were towing on the edge of keeping up with one of the class' best, until you were unexpectedly knocked down. That was your last straw. How fucking dare he?

You were suffering a humiliating defeat as you sit on your knees on the floor, staring into the distance without focus, until your sight was infiltrated by the image of Midoriya. You hate that stupid brat. The hatred in your veins is only fuelled when he offers a hand to you and a pathetic smile.

Within a second, his hand is slapped away and the room goes silent.

"Get the fuck away from me. Fuck you."

The bite of your words is only dulled by the waver of your voice, and the tears in your eyes. Izuku is stunned, as is the rest of the class. Even Katsuki thinks you're overreacting. Kirishima steps in with a frown. "Hey, man... That wasn't cool-"

He's interrupted when you turn around and walk away, brimming with anger and frustration. How is he so much better than you?! You train every day and constantly home your skills, so how did he beat you faster than you could blink?

Maybe you were being a little horrible, but you've never learned how to offset your anger in healthier ways, so for now, you're happy taking it out on others.

Are you really that weak? Maybe, after everything, you're the one who doesn't deserve to be here...

How come they could always be nice to eachother, but they could never talk to you? Why were you ignored or given strange looks when you tried to open up? How come noone wanted to be your friend?

Aizawa, of course, figured you might react in such a way. Loneliness can easily turn into bitterness if you take your eye off it for too long. He needs to help you fix this.

He wants to keep everyone in this class for as long as he possibly can, and allowing you to exclude yourself any more than you have would be dangerous for everyone, including you.

It's with that, that he starts putting people in pairs for everything. He would force you to socialise if it was the last thing he did.

Every day you would argue with your pair, but it was worth it, because when you were offered kindness or compassion, no matter how reluctant you were to accept it, he could see that little spark in your eye. It was the kind of spark that made him aware of your guard dropping. You were actually starting to care about your classmates.

Obviously Toshinori immediately knew what he was doing when he saw Aizawa put you in a group of three since the class was uneven on a specific day, and he would offer up a smirk and subtle glance as if to say "wow, you finally got through to them".

He supposed that it's not your fault you don't know how to cope with your... Emotional baggage, much like Shouto or Katsuki, but he likes to make you very much aware that it's your responsibility to learn how.

When the day comes that you finally think to apologise to Izuku, the boy you've grown an annoying fondness for, he actually starts to cry. He's so proud of you for not staying emotionally constipated like Katsuki, that he actually floods the room and Aizawa has to open the window for him to violently sob out of so that the entire class doesn't drown.

Slowly, you start to grow a kinship with a few people in your class, and you grow especially close with your bubblegum haired friend Mina, and Jirou, who liked to do her part by teasing you out of your shell. Maybe, you could even learn what it's like to love and be loved back.

[artdcnaldson]

stoppp with the polycule :((

need to find art when he’s alone, give him little kisses and promise that im still his baby girl

get on my knees and show him that patrick’s patrick, but he’s my daddy

let him bend me over, promising with every thrust that i love him, that i’m still his :(((

GODDDDDDDDD

The mental image of being on all fours, having him fucking you hard and rough the way he needs to :((( every single thrust you just tell him “I love you I love you I love you I love you”

It strokes his ego just right, makes him cum harder than he has since you and Patrick got all close and chummy. Your eyes are all glossy and he can see all that love still there, just how much you need him.

How could you have ever thought he was replacing you? You’re his perfect little girl, his favorite little plaything. His soft spot, his weakness. Maybe he favors you too much, but he doesn’t see how that’s bad.

He’s still hard even after he cums, fucks into your cum-filled pussy while you mewl and cry for him. “I’m all yours, daddy,” you cry out. He groans. He pins you down, fucks you at a feral pace.

“Mine first.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement.

You cry out, pussy clenching around him, begging for him deeper. “Yours first, daddy.”

Art cums again, collapses on top of you. He smiles, panting, and kisses your shoulder. His first.

[ghost-bxrd]

Im thinking about mini bruce being the little gremlin he is.

At school

Teacher: Thomas Todd! If you dont stop this behaviour we will call your mother!

Mini Bruce : last i checked you cant call a dead person. I thought that was obvious.

Teacher:(embarrassed) well then we'll call your father to deal with you .

Mini Bruce : HAH!good luck with that.

At the store

Jason : kid ,no . That is Not healthy .

Mini bruce : (falls to his knees in dramatic fashion) THOU HAS FORSAKEN ME FATHER! NEVER AGAIN SHALL I BE ABLE TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYES, YOU HEATHEN!!!

Jason: (noticing the stares there getting) goddammit Thomas its not its not the end of the world.

Mini bruce: I SEE THE LIGHT , I FEAR I AM NOT LONG FOR THIS WORLD! IF ONLY I COULD I EAT THIS PACK SOUR SWEETS BEFOR I PASS!.... BLEH! (Flops down on the ground) father carry me i am too weak.

Jason: oh for - fine! Fine you can have them , you little shit, now get up.

Mini bruce : yes! Thank you!

Jason: (exasperated) the things i do for you , brat .

Pfpfpf glorious mental image for sure! Especially because Jason, the “legal dad”, would just go: “Did you he burn or stab something/someone?”

Teacher: “No!? But-“

Jason: “great, call me when that changes”

And just hangs up and goes back to his… very legal and totally not shady business deals *cough*

Oh and the sweets, the SWEETS. So many ways to get Jason to do his every bidding (if it’s normal kid stuff like wanting sweets) Only embarrassing Jason in front of the entire store? Nah-uh, he’d guilt trip him. “You know, mom always you used to buy me these” *big eyes, addressing the next best empathetic person* “she’s dead”

Jason: “for fuck’s sake-“

[blingblong55]

The A Team - 141 + König

This is based on a request:

Warnings: mentions of Self Harm, Depression, blood, Suicide, (i have linked websites that can help you in times like this.)

MDNI, 18+, no smut i just feel the need for no minors to read shit like this.

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It has been the worst of weeks. Your mental health has been getting worse and worse. You lost interest in all of your favorite things, you even started to get tired of pretending. But oh you tried. All of the things you used to love have now turned into something bitter. The team, they’ve known about your mental health, now, in most cases the military would’ve discharged you, but Price, he kept it a secret, knows this is your only escape from your dark thoughts.

Around 1 am, your mind turned for worst. All of your own demons crawled out, picking at you. Your weak self laying on the floor, feeling so numb to the tears and heartache you caused yourself. You cried and cried, at some point you knew it was time to finally give in and hurt yourself. You got up from the floor and walked to the door, you locked it, blocking the door and grabbed the knife Ghost gave you as a present.

You cut deep, the blade leaving red trails. And for the first time, you felt something good, smiling as this new pain gave you some pleasure. Blood started to spill out of your body. Staining the ground. And then, grief came by. Who would they talk to? Would they blame themselves? So you reached for your phone and send them a text through the group chat. “Thanks for everything, I love you all. Goodnight.”

You dropped your phone as the loss of blood made your body weak. And you just sat against the wall, looking at your own mess, slowly watching your skin loose life.

The men receive this text, at first clueless, then Price ran into the common room. “Where are they?!” The men all looked at each other, “their room..shit..their room!” They all ran, almost pushing each other down. They knocked and knocked. You were too lost to even hear them. How desperate they were. How they pleaded you through the door. In their years of training, nothing, ever lead them to this. How could they managed this? How could they ever fucking fix this? “Please, c’mon kid, please, open the damn door.” You just looked at it, your body feeling numb. Tears streamed down your face. Oh god, what did you do? Ghost and König kicked the door, after much fight that is. Soap and Price saw you first. Gaz, gosh he was the most destroyed at this image. He couldn’t get another look at you. Price was frozen, like time had stopped for him. Soap was on his knees, he never knew he’d see you here. Always pictured your end differently. Maybe in a few more decades, with grandkids, telling them the badass he was as a teammate. Ghost acted first, his cradled your fragile body in his arms. Poor König, he tried to stop the bleeding, but he couldn’t, the cuts were too deep. How could they ever explain this to the higher ups? ”please, please, please.” Ghost cried for the first time since his own family was taken from him. “Please don’t leave me.” His voice broke down, leaving him nude to his emotions. He was a mess, all through the room, his cries could be heard. And you? You couldn’t stop him, but just listen as he poured his ever last bit of soul into those cries. Price pushed ghost away, he ran with you in his arms to the medical center at base. A bloody Ghost trailed behind. Gaz, König and Soap stayed behind. No one said a word. Soap nudged at König’s arm. They both went to hug Gaz, who by some point was on the floor, curled into a ball, his own tears choking him. “No, no no” he cried, not being able to accept that this was the way you wanted to leave..him..them.. all of them. “C’mon Gaz, we have to clean up.” Soap said, his head nuzzled with Gaz’s shoulder. Letting himself too, break down. König, he couldn’t take another look at the mess. In all his career with the military, not once was he afraid of death, or others blood as he saw it splattered on floors. But tonight, he was afraid, it was as if he was 8 all over again. He was eating lunch when a bully came up to him, pushing him, and poor König, cried. Wept for his mum, wanting to be cuddled until the tears stopped.

Yes he was a tall man, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have feelings. You after all, had been the one to accept him as he came. All of his scars, his problems. That was you, the one who loved them all even after all the storm. You who loved too hard and fought too fast for them. The one that made empty cold base’s feel like home for them.

———

“Merry Christmas!” You exclaimed one morning, after waking up and placing an entire christmas tree at the center of base. Gifts everywhere, comfortable pj’s and a warm breakfast. ———

“Hey ghost, watch me,” “Are you watching me ghost?”

“yes r/n” he acted annoyed, but deep down, he loved it. Loved how you annoyed him like his brother once did.

———

“Dont you fucking touch my friend here!”

“You didn’t have to defend me r/n”

“But..König…i…what they said was mean..”

“I know, and that’s okay, people have their own opinions”

“Not with me”

You chased the rude soldiers around base that day.

———

“Come on in”

Gaz stepped inside, he had a nightmare. You had been his safe place every night this happened.

“Thanks” his voice so soft and gentle

“Anytime.” You two laid in bed. You cuddled him, watching and protecting him as he slept.

———

“Look price..I’m you!” ”so it appears”

“Hahahahha!!…dont fooking touch me cigar yeah?” You laughed so hard, a fake cigar in your mouth nearly choked you.

It was now a picture of you and him, dressed the same as his phone wallpaper and the small picture he carries in his wallet.

———

“SCOTLAND FOREVER!”

You exclaimed as soap carried you on his back around base. You and him dressed with kilt’s. All morning Ghost chased you two.

“Fuck ya king ye?!”

“Oh you fucks.”

“Run soap..run!!”

———

It’s incredible to think they had a million more memories with you. And all slowly dying with you. Price and Ghost slept in your hospital room. Nurses coming in almost every hour. They barely got any sleep. Taking turns as they watched over you. Crying and awkwardly staring at each other as they did this.

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[gaysindistress]

Sad Girl - four

summary: James has an interesting new business’ proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, guns, violence (it is a mob au after all), Bucky’s smartass

word count: 1.3K

part 3 | series masterlist

a/n: I know this chapter is a little shorter BUT it’s for good reason. The next part will be worth it. 

taglist: @missvelvetsstuff @angelsincident @spencerreidisagorgman​ 

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

10:30 on the dot and Doll is lounging on the black coach in his office, computer balanced on her knees. Even if she had been whisked into some dystopian world, she still had work to do and emails from her father to ignore. James’ voice could be heard bouncing off the hallway walls as he made his way to his office, talking to someone on the phone. With one hand he opens the office door while the other hand holds the phone to his ear. Surprise is not the first emotion he feels when he notices Doll has made his office her own but it’s only emotion he lets make it to his face. She glances at the clock silently saying “of course I’m on time” and goes back to the files pulled up on her screen. 

“Okay well Steve is more than capable of handling any other issues if they come up so call him,” the frustration is evident in his voice and shoulders as he’s pulling out his own computer and getting it set up on his desk.

“What? No like I said call Steve. Don’t call me and if it’s something really fucked up, Steve will call me. I have a meeting that I am now late to thanks to you not being able to handle little shit,” with that, he ends the call and sits down in the chair that has been calling his name for the last few hours. 

Doll has moved to the chair across from him, eyes taking every detail and making mental notes of where his weak spots are for later use. 

Clearing his throat, he startles her and begins to speak “I’m surprised to see you here already.”

“You said 10:30 so I was here at 10:30.”

“Just surprised given how headstrong you are.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his plump pink lips, wait just lips, as he types something into his computer and turns the screen so they both can see it. He leans forward in effort to make sure she can see the document clearly but all she’s focused on is the chain disappearing under that stupidly well fit burnt orange shirt. 

“I assume you went over the contract already with your father,” he notices where her eyes are looking but doesn’t say anything. 

“Yep.”

“Good girl. Now we do have to officially announce our engagement but you can choose how we do that. You step mother wants us to have an engagement party at their estate but I got your father to agree that announcing it at the fundraiser Friday night would also work.”

‘Good girl’ was not lost on her and her slightly widened as her cheeks flushed which was also not lost on James. 

“I’m required to go anyways so might as well make it useful,” she forces out, nearly chocking on her words, “Pepper only wants to parade you around to all of her friends to show that she has more money and connections than them.” 

“Sounds good to me, Doll. Do you have something to wear?”

She only nods, not trusting the state of her voice. Her mind is too focused on why the hell he chose to say ‘good girl’ and why the hell she’s so flustered over it?

“Can I ask what?”

“A dress.”

“Well of course, Doll but what does it look like?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, “why do you want to know?”

“I want to match my lovely bride to be.”

“Oh well in that case it’s bright yellow with tons of tulle and bows,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

Blue steel eyes and a slight smirk stare back at her, a look of ‘try again’ takes over his face. She wonders how many times he uses this same face on his business partners to get them to comply. Or maybe he reserves it for his girlfriends when they misbehave. 

“It’s a black sleeveless, fitted dress with a v neck.”

“How low?”

“Excuse me?”

“How low is the v neck?”

“My boobs will be covered if that’s what you’re concerned about. I wasn’t exactly planning on being engaged when I bought it.”

“I don’t care what you wear. I’m more concerned about whether or not I’m going to have to hold you back when someone looks at you the wrong way or says something stupid,” he chuckles still leaning over the desk, eyes flickering across her body. 

“I can handle my own,” her annoyance is far out grown whatever else she was feeling. 

“Oh I know you can but since I’m about to be your husband, I do have to play the part.”

“Whatever. What else do you need to go over?” she huffs, crossing her right leg over her left. 

Scrolling down a little more, he says “The wedding is scheduled a month from now. You can plan it or we can hire someone.”

“Hire someone. I don’t have the time to plan a wedding and I don’t want Pepper anywhere near it.”

“I figured as much. I’ll have Natasha get all of that sorted,” scrolling a little more, he stops and makes eye contact with her again, “Aside from those two events, there’s nothing else. We just have to play nice in public while having separate private lives if that’s what you’d like.”

Her fingers flex on her bicep, “If that’s what I’d like?”

“I’m known to have a certain affect on women.”

“Oh my god! You’re an absolutely douchebag. Yes I’d much rather have nothing to do with you outside of public events. Now if we’re done here, I’d like to get back to my very legitimate work,” she says, standing with James’ eyes following her every move. 

“The work you do for you father is not legal,” he remarks, eyes settling on the way she bites her lip in irritation. 

“It’s less illegal than whatever you do,” she shots back, waving a hand in the air. 

Sitting back in his chair,  James clasps his hands together in his lap, “what exactly do you think I do?”

“Illegal…things.”

“Very descriptive, Doll. I’ll tell you if you admit you’re also doing illegal things.”

“Providing therapy to people is not illegal.”

“It is if they’re criminals needing a clear record so they don’t go back to prison. Also what therapist carries a gun around?”

“That’s not what I do and I don’t carry when I’m working,” she affirms with great annoyance. 

“Sure, Doll, just when you’re interrupting important meetings,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes. 

“Maybe don’t involve me in stupid shit and I won’t pull a gun on you,” she pauses to stop herself from exploding on him, “I’m a therapist for reformed individuals.”

He reaches into his desk drawer and ignores her, knowing she won’t let it down if he corrects her. He pulls out a little black box with a box on top and sets it down on the desk in between them. 

“Here’s your ring.”

Going to grab the box, Doll is hesitant to believe what he says. 

“My ring?” she questions as she unties the bow and opens the box. 

Inside is a 3 carat radiant cut diamond ring sitting neatly in velvet. 

“Jesus Christ,” she whispers, “might as well have gotten a 5 carat one, holy shit.”

James smirks smugly at her reaction, standing and takes the box from her hands. He takes the ring out and puts the box down before taking her left hand in his much larger hands. She goes silent and still while he slips the ring onto her finger. Bending down he kisses the top of her hand and her breath hitches. 

“5 would be considered a weapon on your hand. 3 will leave a few cuts but nothing too major. Can’t have you doing any real damage to me,” he says through the smirk he is still wearing. 

“I do have to go. Steve has been blowing up my phone since I walked in. I will see you at dinner,” he says pointing a finger at Doll while he walks out of the room, leaving her flustered and alone in the office. 

[diazheartsbuckley]

Fuck it Friday/ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Thank you to everyone who’s been tagging me in this past week, I love seeing your works 🥹 I’ve once again been freakishly busy and haven’t had much time to write. I’m still not doing too great mentally but I’m working through it ™️

Today I had some writing beans for the asthma fic and wanted to share some 💕

Prev snippet here

Buck topples over, his knees and hands hitting the uneven ground, gravel boring into his skin. He digs his nails into the dirt, small pieces making their way under his nails and then he feels a hand on his shoulder. But he doesn’t recognize it.

He lifts his head slightly and shakes it a little because right in front of him… is himself.

He really must be out of it now.

But he’s no older than eight with chapped lips and ruffled hair, gasping for breath like he is right now. A look of panic and pain is written all over his face as he glances to the side, almost if he’s trying to warn him. Buck blinks twice only to see his mirror image pressing a finger against his lips, telling him to stay calm, to stay quiet.

The weight of a child’s hand disappears and is replaced with a much firmer touch, almost gripping onto his shoulder. Fear fills his body instantly and he pulls away, almost losing his balance as he scurries backwards, ahead from the touch. He’s going to get hurt. He did a bad thing. He wasn’t being a good son. He was drawing attention to himself in all the wrong ways. He shouldn’t do that.

“Don’t, please, I’m sorry. I-… I’ll be quiet. Don’t touch me-… Don’t touch me” He scrambles to find his words and to run away. At this moment, he remembers everything.

Every harsh word his father has ever said. Every time that he did something that he shouldn’t. Every time that he couldn’t breathe and his father gripped his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to quiet down. He remembers the pain of his fathers fingers digging into the back of his neck, holding him in place and telling him how much of a disappointment he was. He remembers sitting in the corner of his room, hiding underneath his desk while struggling to breathe. He remembers Maddie’s soothing voice and touch, her warm fingers combing through his hair. He remembers how much he was crying.

And he remembers the instant relief washing over his body as Maddie quietly brought him his inhaler, urging him to use it. And he remembers refusing it, feeling like he deserved the aching in his bones.

“Buck, hey, it’s me” Eddie attempts a different approach, kneeling down in front of Buck without touching him. “It’ll be okay, baby. It’ll be okay. I’m going to take your hand and put it on my chest, so you can feel my heart, okay?” He says but doesn’t get an answer.

He hadn’t expected one but he had hoped for one.

(…)

When he slowly reaches out for Buck, the panic in his eyes doesn’t seem to settle and Buck presses himself further back against the truck, weakly holding up his hands as if to shield himself. “I was bad, I know I was bad. I-… I’m sorry. I’ll be better, I’m sorry” Every word that comes out of Buck’s mouth is followed by a forced breath, an almost inaudible crackle resounding in his chest.

Warm tears are streaming down Buck’s face and gasping breaths mix with sniffing as he tries to compose himself, to apparently be good. He presses his eyes closed and shakes his head aggressively, weak hands holding onto the side of his shirt. It seems to only further restrict his breathing but he does it so that he can be quiet again. He needs to be quiet and he needs to be calm and he needs to be good.

Maybe it would be easier if he just stopped breathing altogether.

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[winniethewife]

Blood and Sand (Khonshu x F!Reader)

Prompt: Sand

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT  self-harm mentioned, Khonshu being a fucking creepy ass bird man, Blood, voices in your head, bad mental health, hallucinating, Character death, Making up shit for fun,

Words:577

But you have more pieces of me than the desert has sand

And I have less pieces of you than I can hold in my hand

Don’t think too hard. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. It’s all in your head. Mind over matter. She’d heard it all before. What good is a mind that hardly works? What good is a mind that wants to self-destruct? Out here in the desert does any of it matter? She could sense him watching her. Khonshu. It’s his fault this happened. The voices in her head. They keep screaming. She kneels on the hot sand, panting.  Marc, Jake, Steven, they were gone. Fucking gone. She couldn’t stop it from happening. She couldn’t save them this time. What was the point? What was the point in continuing if the only ones that ever mattered were dead and gone?

“Accept my offer, Become My Moon Knight, take on the mantle. Avenge them!” Khonshu’s voice echoed as he repeated the same thing he’d been repeating since the moment He had noticed the passing of the system that had held the position for several years.

“Would you just fuck off? Do you seriously think after seeing how you treated them I’d want any part of this?” She finally turns on him and yells, tears streaking down her face as she glares at the god in front of her. For once the voices are quiet. Khonshu however, begins to seethe. His presence starts to encroach on her mind, his already established connection to her via Marc and the others is still open enough to bother her like this, just enough to make her feel him, enough to influence her mind. She blinks and suddenly the sand turns red in her vision, as red as when the blood of their body bled into the sand before, as red as the blood that left the slits on her wrists every night since.

“Foolish child. You think I don’t have any control here? Do you not know my power?” He laughs lowly as he tightens his fists. She falls to her knees as her vision swims in images of Marc, Steven, and Jake in horrible situations, every time they were hurt on the job, every time felt pain, all at once in her head as she heard their screams. She clutches her head in agony as she rocks back and forth. She looks up and in Khonshu’s place stands the three alters.

“Why didn’t you save us?” Marc, his voice dark, cold, and accusatory.

“Didn’t you care about us?” Steven, his voice sad, confused, filled with betrayal.

“¿Hicimos algo mal?” Jake, his voice low, angry and growling.

“Please... I tried, I cared, you never did anything wrong, never. Please…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please…forgive me. Forgive me. Please.” She begged as she looked at them, her heart filled with hurt and guilt. Watching their faces as she begs them.

Marc, Brows furrowed and his lips pressed into a line, his eyes stone cold.

Steven, forehead crinkled in worry, a pout on his lips, his eyes leaking tears.

Jake, dangerously calm, his upper lip twitching in a snarl, his eyes dark and focused.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” She closes her eyes, clenching her fists, digging her nails into her palms.

“Not sorry enough to avenge us.” Marc accuses

“Sorry isn’t good enough for this is it?” Steven sounds angry.

“eso no será suficiente.” Jake 's growl in her ear.  

She takes the sand in her hand and lets it run through her fingers, watching as the red sand flows through her fingers, watching as it turns to blood in her hands and drips down her arms and onto the ground. She can feel their eyes on her, the voices in her head start chanting again. You failed, you couldn’t save them, they blame you, they blame you, it’s all your fault. Look at you, so weak, so pitiful, so incapable, you couldn’t save them, how will you save yourself? She looks back up to see them gone and Khonshu in their place.

“So, what will you do?”

“Fine. You win.”

Translations:

¿Hicimos algo mal?: Did we do something wrong?

eso no será suficiente.: that's not going to be enough.

Bingo Masterlist

Tag: @moonknight-events @juneknight @spacecowboyhotch

[dracowars]

Hi!! I love love loveee your writing so much ❤️ if your requests are open, may i request a fluff soft draco comforting the y/n cause she has such abusive parents that abuses her physically and mentally cause they think that its her fault that she has all these trauma but actually that trauma itself was caused by her family 😞, and draco already knows about it but one day she just started crying because something happened and draco was just comforting and giving soothing and sweet words!! I'm sorry if my request are too much and might be triggering to you, you can write it if you want and its okay if you dont want to either :) i just need draco to comfort me thru these fics :"D I'm sorry

against the world | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where y/n is suffering from trauma due to her parents

a/n: hopefully i could do this justice <3

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of trauma, physical absue, mental abuse, toxic parental relationship

universe: harry potter

"And then he went on blaming me for not paying enough attention. Like, come on, it wasn't my fault the other team was clearly better", Draco scoffs as he is rummaging around his bag, fishing out some of his books for different classes before neatly placing them on his bookshelf, making sure they don't fall over. "My dad can be so annoying sometimes. Always fucking criticising me for nothing."

While Draco absentmindedly started talking about this topic, you are sure he did not realize what it inflicts in you. And you really want to listen, you really want to help him and give him advice, but there are no words coming from your mouth as you are pulling your knees closer to your chest, your back leaning against the wall while sitting on Draco's bed.

"I perform poorly in a test, I'm dishonoring the family and I'm a shame to the Malfoys. Oh, but when I actually get good grades, well, I wasn't good enough, I could have done better", he rambles on, still looking around his room, looking everywhere but you who is slowly sinking together, your forehead on top of your knees.

Terrible images appear in front of you, of your parents screaming at you once again, blaming you once again for being weak, for being traumatized by the things they did to you. They would never let you voice your opinion, they were never accepting any of your words, any of your feelings. All that mattered is that you behave according to their strict rules.

But you didn't.

A wave of emotions rolls over you all of a sudden when you think back to what they did to you, your own parents, physically and mentally, and you can't help yourself but to let out a loud, deep sob that finally catches Draco's attention. Without hesiation, he is at your side in a second, laying one hand on your knee while making sure to give you the space you need.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking about what I was saying. I didn't mean to- I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. Please forgive me", Draco whispers in a fast manner, truly feeling bad for being the cause of your sudden emotional outburst. But it is not his fault, it definitely is not. You should have overcome your fears and trauma a long time ago, but these wounds are so deep that there will always be a scar.

Your own parents scarred you for a lifetime.

Wiping away your tears with the back of your hands, trembling, you allow Draco to put his arms around you and to just hold you, in his safe embrace where no one can ever hurt you. With one of his hands on your upper arm, he presses you into him, making you feel warm, while the other is slowly and carefully caressing your cheek.

Enjoying the feeling of his touch, you sink further into his side, your panic and anxiety slowly decreasing as Draco is holding you close, not ever letting go while constantly mumbling a mixture of apologies and reassurence.

"They can't hurt you here", he says, so quietly that you can barely hear it, but you just know what he means. You cuddle further into him, putting your arm across his stomach, your cheek on his shoulder, and listen to his slowly but steady breath which is calming you down. Draco puts his chin on top of your head, inhaling your scent while now caressing your arm. Where everything felt dark and restricting just moments ago, it now feels calm, quiet and safe.

"It's us against the world", Draco whispers, softly kissing the top of your head, making sure that you feel safe with him.

[cloneloverrrrr]

Hello everyone! It’s finally here Chapter 9 Part 2. I’m soooo sorry it took months longer than expected but I’m sooo excited & hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻 This chapter is kinda dark and there may be some trigger warnings so please DO NOT read if any bother you.

Big thanks to my amazing girls @hellhound5925 and @lune-de-miel-au-paradis for their help on this 🩷🩷& again @hellhound5925 for letting me use her BOUJEE BAD B character Raven 🤩🤩

Dividers by the best always @idontgetanysleep 🥰

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝘅, 𝗢𝗖 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗻, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗖 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁, 𝗥𝗲𝘅, 𝗔𝗿𝗳 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3540

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝗢𝗖 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩 , 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 , 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆, 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻

The sun goes down and the light has betrayed you. The compact room you had been thrown in was bleak, icy and almost completely dark. The only illumination came from the energy binders secured around your wrists. The chill danced across your body as darkness engulfed you- it was not merely the darkness that came out of absence of light. No it was much more sinister.

The continuous rolling your shoulders to try and relieve some of the stiffness from your body grew tiresome. If the cold bite of the permacrete floor beneath your knees is any indication of the treatment of the men who captured you then you only hoped for an end. Another moment felt like another eternity. Yet of course you longed for Wolffe to hold you, to save you- to be completely safe in his embrace, but there was no arms just chains to hold you.

It hurts physically and mentally. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst into fire. Your mind racing with the same question over and over. Is this my end.

Unsure if this is reality or some fucked up dream.

It had been 3 days. Three long, tiring and completely wasted days, to no avail any step closer to finding the only thing he cares about. The image of you wavers so bold in his mind but the guilt is slowly overtaking him, the pain he is carrying weighs heavy on his shoulders, the utter agony and weakness he feels would be enough to decommission him if the Kaminons still had control.

Weak, he is fucking weak and he knows it.

He had seen his world change and tomorrow may fall but today has already gone.

The night air was crisp, like shards of ice in Wolffe’s lungs. His skin was pulled taught beneath his eyes, completely sleep deprived, weary muscles ache as a low dull thump lays into the base of his skull.

His two fingers pinch the bridge of his nose hoping to relieve the tension that continues to build up behind his eyes, the clenching pain bubbling away through out his body only exacerbates the prickling feeling of guilt that torment his soul.

“Copy that brother.”

The beep of Fox’s commlink snaps Wolffe briefly back to reality.

Fox clears his throat quietly before placing a caring hand across Wolffe’s broad shoulder.

“Ner vod, I’m sorry but Hound and his team have lost track of her. The massiff’s can’t seem to pick the scent back up…”

Wolffe rubs his temple sucking in a deep sigh. A single tear rolls down his cheek splashing against his scratched armor.

“Fuck” he curses under his breath pained.

“Rex and his team have joined forces with Boost, Sinker and Comet from what I’ve been made aware they are currently in the lower levels.”

“We will find her brother.” The hoarseness in his voice apparent, determined to find you. The close bond you and Fox shared was evident to Wolffe.

The caf had gone cold still Wolffe continued to sup away, the now bland and unsatisfying taste began to vex him, his mind was racing with thought after thought- but he couldn’t pervade his head with such a dark concept, it was becoming a struggle to stay favourable.

“Fighting and war was all we had been bred for Fox…at least that’s how I truly felt until her….finally I had found something I never had”

“Never dreamed I could have and it’s slipping through my fingers” The perturb was visible, deep in Wolffe’s eyes.

“SHE is slipping through my fingers” his last sentence began to crack and waiver.

The agony presented itself as clear as day nothing like his usual cocksure but cold manner.

Stiffness clouded the air, a quiet soreness that silenced the room- only the light raggedy breathing of the Commanders could be heard.

The moonless night was dark, enveloping the planet below casting a mysterious shadow across everything in its path. Yet scattered stars that danced across the vast expanse of sky began to illuminate the upper levels of Coruscant with their gentle glow. A glimmer of hope that this nightmare could soon be over.

The velvety coal canvas seems to stretch almost endlessly and in this moment as the moon hides it face, the sharp shrill of commlinks and the loud clunk of the boots from the battle hard clones drowns out any other sounds from the citizens wandering the lower levels of this bustling metropolis.

“Two lifeforms have been following us for the last 25 minutes brother..” Tup quietly nudges Fives.

“Well spotted Tup, comm the Captain. Now!”

Fives stops and turns his sight to the men leaning ever so cocky against the building of a brightly lit Neon bar across the way. The larger of the two holding a small vibroblade scraping his finger up and down the sharpness of the object before dropping his head only so slightly - a spine chilling smile splashed across his face as he lets out a chuckle.

“Captain Rex- the two unfriendlies less than 10 feet behind Fives and I have been on our tails for well over 30 minutes” Tup calmly speaks into his comm.

Jesse and Rex stop almost instantly in their tracks with the Wolfpack up ahead turning around and following suit joining the rest of their brothers.

The commanding officer of the 501st removes his helmet,whilst the other hand grazes across his DC-15A blaster - the stern look on his face directed at the nat-borns only mere few feet away.

“We clocked them too sir” Sinker says as he takes his place next to Rex.

“Call it in to Commander Wolffe and Commander Fox they must be informed”

Rex prompts Sinker unfazed as the two men begin to make their way over to the group of soldiers.

“Squadron stay alert.” Rex warns over the comms.

He turns nodding at Sinker as the Nat-borns move in closer like a Gundark stalking its prey. The larger of the two stopped and stood afore Rex. Sizing him up.

Silence. One with a life of its own.

With a scoff, the elevated man turns to the other before rotating his attention back to the Captain.

“That freak with the scar not here eh? Can’t even make the effort to come for his stuck up bitch?”

Each of the clones clench their firsts at their sides, the ire plastered rather blatantly in their stance. The air so thick with tension. Tension like a dark black smoke from each of the burning fires that were Clone Troopers.

Boost grasps tightly at Comet’s wrist as he pushes his way forward- a firm way of explaining to his brother the time is not right.

Rex’s brows furrow for a second or two. The acute eye contact between himself and lofty man only intensifies the uncertainty of the current situation.

“The boss… he wants a holo meet with that freak”

“This evening 23.00 hours, here are the details …. Clone”

The word spit as if they weren’t even real men. As if they would never measure up. The contemptuous in tone only angers and each trooper further.

“Does your boss have a name?” Rex grits out between a clenched jaw.

Of course the battle hardened leader of the 501st keeps a cool yet calming aura.

“Finn.”

The name reverberated off the walls of the alley crawling over his skin. Rex puffed his chest out further to suppress a shiver. He of course would stand his ground until the men walked away. It’s what any leader, it’s what your lover Wolffe would do.

A small shit eating grin creeps the corner of his mouth. The two men turn to leave not before the few words that leaver Sinker’s mouth has his skin producing goosebumps.

“His name is Commander Wolffe”

“And he will end you and your fucking boss- you would do well to remember that.”

The nat-born stops in his tracks, the tension now almost palpable.

Another scoff.

“Yeah alright clone…”

The long and drawn out silence broken only by the thunder roaring furiously as the superiorly thick smoky clouds rolled in like boulders- ready to crush anything that stands in their way. Flashing lightning electrifies the dark skies and without warning the rain-fall came gushing down throwing its self onto the cold ground below.

The walls of room seemed to be closing in on Wolffe. He was that one step closer to finding you, that much was certain- yet those cruel thoughts still plagued his mind.

Back in Fox’s office tensions run extremely high. Wolffe tuned out the chatter from his brother and the unknown female voice on the comms. The burning desire running through his blood to find you grows with each second. The dull roar filling his ears.

Yet he continues to scan his datapad over and over, not noticing the hiss of the doors sliding open as Rex enters the room closely followed by the Wolfpack.

Rex pats his brothers shoulder softly before removing his helmet- a gentle gesture.

Wolffe finally lifts his head, behind his eyes pain and a deep sadness lingers. He lets out a long sigh grabbing the bridge of his nose anything to ease that discomfort he feels hacking away at his mind body and soul.

“Commander it seems the person who is holding Crystal is called Finn… from what we know he must be part of some crime family. He wants a holomeet… 23.00hrs this evening”

“Thank you Rex”

“Brothers there is someone I’d like you all to meet..”

Before Fox can finish his sentence the doors to his office slide open revealing a female Mandalorian. Her long blonde hair falls in a neat plait over one shoulder. Wolffe’s eyes fall to the helmet tucked neatly under one arm. She offers a curt nod, looking over the troopers standing before her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you all. I’m sorry it has to be under such circumstances. I’m Raven Skirata.”

A silence falls over the group. Raven Skirata. She spent most of her time training Clone Commandos on Kamino. A glimmer of hope beams throughout Wolffe.

“I’ve got operatives running classified missions here in Coruscant. One of them has been chasing a crime syndicate, collecting data on their whereabouts. I’ve come to learn through Commander Fox you are in need of help tracking someone down who you believe has been taken by one of the syndicates members. Is this correct?”

“That’s correct” Wolffe’s words were quiet.

“We had been informed by two males their boss- Finn he wants a holomeet arranged for this evening. We are 99% sure he has Crystal.”

Raven pushes her neat blonde plait behind her back , the Skirata Wolf that sits on her left shoulder pauldron gleams against the dim lights that flicker in the office. A look of trepidation is shared between herself and Fox.

“Finn Salazar - His family was killed during the war - unfortunate collateral, and ever since then has blamed the GAR and the Clones.”

That long silence is back.

“However his family had links to the Pykes so we can only assume he has taken it upon himself to carry on their work- prostitution and narcotics seem to be his thing. Thats all I’m allowed to say on him but we do have a possible location.”

The pitter-patter of the rain thrumming against the window of Fox’s office breaks that silence.

“Wolffe…. It’s almost 23.00 hours… the meet”

Fox reminds his brother nodding at the holoprojector on his desk. Raven, Rex, Fox and the Wolfpack took a few feet back allowing Wolffe the space they know he will need.

Wolffe lets out a small grunt before nodding.

Anger and vexation burned inside of Wolffe’s chest, his dense hold of the desk grew stronger as his brows furrowed. The blue light from the hologram shone against his face, His cybernetic eye glistened - emphasising the rage splashed across his features.

“Tut tut, I do not usually appreciate tardiness Commander…”

“However seeing as I have something belonging to you this once I will allow it.”

The sick pleasure in Finn’s voice only added to the growing frustration bubbling away inside the Commander.

He was going to fucking kill him. And by the maker he would cause this syndicate boss untold agony.. pain this fucker had never once felt in his pathetic life.

“Where is she?” Wolffe hisses.

Wolffe’s jaw started to tick, his foot tapping relentlessly.

“Oh don’t you worry Commander Wolffe she is being well cared for, isn’t that right darling?

Finn’s tone was vindictive and cold. It trickled through your veins like rusty daggers.

Suddenly the view had been shifted around to you. For what seems like an eternity your gaze flickers up to Wolffe. Like every star system in the galaxy had come to screeching halt, his eyes search yours. He can see the pain and angst that was so desperately lingering across your face.

“Wolffe….” Your words oh so quiet.

Tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes adding to their already delicate shine.

Your beautiful face he has loved since day one. And stars above did it break his fucking heart.

Yet within a spilt second that heartache was gone replaced by agonising rage that inflamed his whole being.

Finn’s hand slithers up your bare arm towards your neck before his hand started to caress your face in such an unholy manner. His lips placed against your pulse point inhaling your scent.

“She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she Wolffe I do however believe she would look even better with a little less on… don’t you?”

His dark chuckle infuriates not just your lover but every single person stood in Fox’s office.

Finn’s voice seeped its way down your spine causing a shiver as his hand slapped you. Hard and with intent. The sting travels from your face radiating pins and needles throughout your body. Your whimpers do nothing to deter him.

Finn glides his calloused thumb across your full lips snagging your chin in his fingers. The contrast between your softness and his roughness makes you squirm. Your attempt to wriggle away fails as he takes out a razor-sharp vibroblade slicing through one of the straps holding up your silky dress.

A small gasp falls from your lips as you feel the dress slipping down exposing your partially naked chest. The blade scrapes across your collarbone, causing your blood to leak from the cut.

"Even her blood smells sweet. I can see why you are so fond of this one Commander. "

"I bet she would look even sweeter underneath me at my mercy …. and under my blade as I touch her like you do Commander. "

The syndicate boss uttered the rank of Commander so contemptuously, almost spitting it out like some sort of disgusting verb.

His wicked chuckle had Wolffe seething with an incandescent ire. Murder was on his fucking mind.

A harsh thump rings in the room as Wolffe slams both his fists onto the cold metal of the desk in front of him.

“I swear to the fucking maker if you touch her like that again I will kill you”

“But it won’t be fucking quick”

Wolffe bared his teeth and his words roll out like a snarl.

“Shabuir” Raven grunted through a clenched jaw.

Her eyes flit across the room noticing the distress across each of the clones faces. The men she cares for like her own brothers.

Her heart pained for them.

“He won’t get away with this” Fox directed to his brothers.

A stillness falls the room.

Finn glares at Wolffe sadistically , as a vile scowl tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes as green as poison- a look of malice. This just added to his growing fixation of wanting to gut the bastard from stomach to throat. His blood boiling like the fiery lava that ran free on Mustafar.

Slowly with intent to cause the upmost unbearable affliction.

"What I do not seem to understand is why is her interested in YOU clone? I guess even the pretty ones like her can have these type of fucked up brains wired ever so severely incorrect …. “

“But the question stands- what sould I do about it? Hmm? We must tip the balance of normality back. A beautiful thing like her belongs to a normal being. A real man.”

Finn plays with the blade across your cheek so nonchalantly, yet his eyes fixated on the father of your unborn child.

“It does however seem that she wants you…”

“Maybe once I’ve shown her what it’s like to be with a REAL man and how a REAL man can make her feel she might change her mind”

His dry lips graze against the bob in your throat.

Each and every single hair on the back of your neck stands to attention, the chill almost becoming unbearable . You remained as still as could be- the sinister aura from this man held you in a tightening grip. Slowly you closed your eyes, your stomach churning. You were immobilised. Terror sucked the very breath from your mouth.

Finn turns his attention back to Wolffe as Fox appears next to his Vod. The wrath that painted a picture on his face oh so obvious.

“So I will make you and the rest of the experiments in that room a deal, from now on you and the Coruscant Guard will pay no mind to the Salazar syndicate. You will allow us to continue our work with the Pykes in exchange for your little bitch here.”

Wolffe studies his face before holding Finn’s stare with cold and narrow eyes. He tenses and his jaw clenched in annoyance. The blood that ran through his veins began to burn his tanned skin.

“No deal. Let her go and I will think about allowing you to live.”

Finn’s laugh was baleful. It caused you to recoil in terror. As each moment that passed the thought of being back in the arms of your lover faded more and more.

“My my- that is not the answer I was looking for…maybe this will change your answer”

With one hand Finn yanks your dress further and further down, the cool of the air hits your naked flesh like a thousand blaster bolts. The other hand found its way to your neck tightening his fingers, cutting off your air supply. Your face began to turn into a sickening colour as your sight started to close in on you, the feeling of your life ebbing away. Your mouth falls open, a strangled groan pathetically leaving you. His grip was too strong to wriggle out of.

Finn’s eyes glint in amusement. He meets Wolffes gaze. Neither man backs down.

Fuck. The realisation sets in, shooting him directly in the gut and he stiffens.

“Let her go she’s carrying my child”

Wolffe finally yields. He’s fucking seething.

By and by the solid grip around your neck begins to detach, your body gives way as you crumble to the ground below.

A tear forms in the corner of Rex’s soft eyes, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Raven stands in front of the Wolfpack. Her stance wide, positioning herself between the clones - who are so much like her brothers - and the threat. Her only way to protect them from the abhorrent scene unfolding in front of their eyes.

Raven looks like an animal ready to pounce. Her hands twitch at her sides as if they ache to be around Finn's throat. She exchanges a quick look with Fox who sharply nods before turning his attention back to the holocall.

“Think about it clone. You have 24 hours.” Finn taunts.

As your face vanished from view Wolffe inhaled a painful breath- the first of many.

Wolffe hadn't noticed but Rex did. Raising a brow at his brother and the Mandalorian.

Once the link closes Rex questions them.

"Want to fill me in?"

Raven nods to Fox to explain.

"We were able to tract the location of the signal. Thanks to Ravens brother - Captain Ordo - for the tech."

“I want them destroyed and I want Crystal safe. Brother I’m sorry but the 501st must ship out to meet Cody and his troops… a slight situation has gotten out of hand”

Wolffe and Rex’s eyes meet before they clap another’s forearm with their gloved hands above their wrists. As the 501st bid adieu to the rest of their brothers and Raven , Wolffe turns around catching a glimpse of his misty reflection of the office- one he fails to recognise.

His features replaced by an almost other-worldly demon that haunts his very soul.

“He will find his own grave” Wolffe spits out as he turns to Fox.

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

Me when I hear that Chris is in NYC:

I think you know where I’m going with this. Chris meeting up with Seb for a beer or just to catch up, and trying not to whine every time Sebastian looks at him like he wants to eat Chris alive. They’ve been dancing around each other for so long, and Chris can barely fucking hang on anymore. The way Sebastian lingers when touching Chris in any way makes him want to combust, and don’t get him started on the way Sebastian’s eyes roam and catch in places they wouldn’t if they were just friends. 

Chris finally decides he can’t fucking do this anymore when they’re sitting in Seb’s apartment, watching some movie on the couch. Neither of them are listening or watching it, but instead they’re both hyperaware of the hand that is strategically placed on Chris’s thigh. It’s warm and strong and Chris is a weak, weak man. So when Sebastian squeezes his hand, Chris breaks. He immediately moves to straddle Sebastian, and while he looks surprised for half a second, a sly, disgustingly attractive grin slips onto the man’s face. 

“Aww, did I tease you too much, honey?” Sebastian croons, and while he realizes that it’s meant to be embarrassing, Chris only registers the feeling of ohsweetjesuspleasedon’tstop that curls deep in his gut and makes his brain feel like it’s made of cotton candy.

“You were being mean.” Chris sounds fucking pathetic, but by the way Sebastian’s eyes darken and his pupils dilate, Chris doesn’t really care. 

“I’m very sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to be rude to my boy.” A whine slips from Chris’s lips, and he grinds down  shifts on Sebastian’s lap in a way that makes them both groan. 

“You- ohh- You gonna make it up to me?” Chris gasps, his eyes rolled back and his hips moving like they’ve got a mind of their own. Maybe they do. 

related to all the materialist content we've been getting with Chris behind the scenes as "John"

I had the same knee-jerk thought! Like, Chris is in NYC? You know who lives in NYC? 👀 Sebastian. Sebastian Stan, the one and only, lives in New York City

Especially when Chris is looking very, very, very much like college boyfriend material (ha) yet Sebastian is looking so much like a tall drink of fine wine 😮‍💨😮‍💨

That reaction image you provided is way too accurate. Jesus Christ.

That mental image of them..? Jesus Christ.

I can't deal with the idea of them sitting together on the couch, all this unspoken mounting tension until it snaps. Fuck. This is a fucking incredible idea. Thank you so so much for elaborating on it and sending it to me 😏

[wooyoungisbaby]

Definitely would be an "i want a baby please for the love of god make me a parent 🥺" thing imo. Im hardcore on the woosansang train right now and that's a trio of troublemakers lmao like San wants to eat him out at one point to save energy, he and yeosang doesn't have jongho's alpha stamina, but woo's being a brat and demanding to get fucked NOW. Yeosang's got woo laying against him back-to-chest so he decides to help San out and reaches down to hold wooyoung's legs still. Yeosang's stronger than he is so wooyoung cant go anywhere so he tries to at least reach down and grab San's hair to make him go faster. And then san grabs his wrists and pins them to the bed at his sides 🙂

And now he's good and truly stuck, knees at his ears and hands at his hips and all he can do is writhe and shake while San makes a meal of him.

And then they fuck him til they can't go anymore. 💫

!!!!!! in this scenario, are Yeosang and San not alphas, in your opinion? Or is Jongho just like a super alpha with the most stamina known to man? I have a lot of opinions on which secondary genders the members would have, but i wanna know your thoughts! Wooyoung is 100% an omega, i think we can all agree on that one c:

Love that Woo has more energy than the two others combined pfff <3 needy boy. So lucky for them that Woo is a weak little omega who's easy to man handle :)) He'll defiinitely whine and cry when they callously withhold their cocks from him, but he's gonna be happier for it in the end, i think, when he's all tuckered out and sated after god know how many orgasms, and his boyfriends didn't lose steam halfway through.

...... really liking the mental image of them keeping him in the position they want him in. Yeosang would murmur little apologies to him for being so mean, and Woo would pout and say that if he were really sorry, he'd let him go. And while it's solid logic, it only earns him a little hum from Yeosang, and another little "i'm sorry" smooch.

[randomoranges]

one day i will finish with the silly idea of ed visiting ét over thanksgiving. one day. o n e d a y .

Home Alone October 7th 2023

Once they are safely inside, the leftovers have been taken care of and Mercury unleashed, Étienne wastes no time in crowding Edward against his front door to kiss him proper.

“Been wanting to do this since the moment you turned up at my sister’s.” Étienne murmurs against Edward’s lips, voice low and lips pliant as he already goes for a second of many kisses.

Edward laughs, arms wrapping tight around Étienne, “Surprised you didn’t, to be honest.”

“Knew it’d be hard to stop if I did. It’s been too fucking long.” As if to prove his point, he kisses him again and Edward lets him, thankfully. The man has that effect on him and he can never seem to get enough.  

“Wanted to slip in the washroom with you as well,” He adds, nipping along Edward’s jaw and Edward does his very best not to moan, because – it has been a rather long time, and Étienne is really good at what he’s doing. “Help undress you.” The bastard smirks when Edward does groan this time as if this was and had been his exact plan. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was, really. Not that he minds or anything. He very much likes these types of plans Étienne seems to have in his regard.

“Wouldn’t have minded if you did. Also surprised you didn’t, really.” Edward manages to say, trying to play along to Étienne’s game, but he sometimes forgets that Étienne has had years more practice at this. Étienne’s face is only mere inches away from his and up close like this, he can see just how green his eyes can get, as if he went along and forgot over their months apart. They’re a very pretty shade. He might be just a little bit biased. 

“It would have been rude to my sister, but all I wanted to do was get on my knees and blow you.”

It’s a good thing he’s leaning against the wall, given how Edward’s knees have gone weak. He’s not sure he can form words at the moment, not with his mental cinema providing the images of what that would have been like had Étienne decided to act on his impulses. He’s glad he hadn’t, what with Élyse and the rest of the family being there, but the action in itself would have been quite welcomed. Minus the other houseguests, naturally.

His response yet again is to pull Étienne back for another kiss and for a while, that’s all they do and it feels good to be this close; to reconnect and touch and feel.

“It was hard not to touch you, though and keep my hands to myself.” Étienne admits as his hands make up for lost time, caressing one moment and feeling the next, reacquainting themselves with beloved warm skin.

Edward may have noticed and he may have made it just a little bit more challenging for his beau. Sometimes, he had brushed up against him by accident. Other times, he had leaned in close to grab something. And he may have noticed Étienne lose focus of the conversation he’d been having for a second, or squirm just a little as he tried not to reach out for him in one way or another.

Edward knew he’d pay the price later and he’d looked forward to it.

“What else did you want to do to me?” He asks, fake casual as he plays along.

Étienne looks up from where he’d been busy lavishing Edward’s neck with attention and grins, “Oh, you know…” Étienne whispers the rest in his ear making him flush with want.

“Well, now that we’re at yours and alone, why don’t you put all those thoughts to action, Maisonneuve?”

 “It’s as if you’re reading my mind.” Étienne smirks and grabs him by the hand, before he leads him off towards his bedroom, Edward more than happy to follow him.

FIN

[cheemken]

You know for the Villain Unova Kids AU I was thinking about their parents and such

Like yeah we got Drayden and Iris already with Drayden blaming himself for part of her corruption. Cause he felt if he tried harder then she might not have ended up the way she did

And idk about Ghetsis cause he’s probably either dead or in a cell

But like what about Hilda and Hilberts mom? Cheren’s parents? Bianca’s mom and dad?

Oh shit Bianca’s dad

Like ya know how Bianca’s dad didn’t want her to go on a journey with the other Nuvema kids cause he didn’t believe she was strong enough to protect herself? Imagine Bianca going home after the six of them are revealed to be the cause of the attacks, and she starts asking if he thinks she’s strong enough now. If he still doubts her abilities just like the rest of Unova. Just terrifying the absolute shit out of her dad

Also how ironic, Bianca’s dad didn’t want her to leave to protect her from the dangers of Unova, yet she became one of the biggest dangers herself

GOING FUCKING INSANE OVER THAT MENTAL IMAGE YOUR HONOUR CNDMNDMDNDMD

Gooooodddddd fucking imagine just Bianca and her father all alone in a dimly lit room in their home, sitting across from each other, Bianca has this smile on her face, her father was unnerved by it. The heat outside was unebarable, Reshiram's thunderous roar heard from within their home, the sound of people screaming ringing in their ears. Yet despite the heat outside, for Bianca's father the room felt so cold.

Bianca looked out the window, watching Reshiram, "there's beauty in the flames, that's what Reshiram told us, do you see it too?" She smiles, voice calm, watching the flames dance outside, burning the trees and houses. "Reshiram never told me I was weak.. he was never one to lie too." She then turns to her father, "what about you, dad? Do you still think I'm weak?"

Almost petrified, he watches as her eyes almost seem to glow amidst the flames, amidst the dim room, it terrified him. His regrets were breaking him from within, almost going on how he should've been a better father to her, then perhaps she wouldn't turn out like that, maybe he really was a bit rough with her. But then again, that was an understatement, too many times he had threatened her to come back home because he never believed she was strong, how she only got that far because of the twins' and Cheren's help, that she became a professor now because of Juniper, not by her own efforts. He was never one to believe Juniper when she said Bianca was a strong trainer despite her appearance. And now, the guilt of it all was eating him alive.

Bianca looks at him and laughs, a dark and hollow chuckle almost drowning out the screams and cries from outside. She stands up, walks across him, goes outside their house. He follows her, albeit terrified, he follows her out and the scene outside their home almost felt surreal. Burnt bodies and trees and houses, people screaming for help, Reshiram was on a rampage. Bianca walked in the middle of it, reaching out for Reshiram, the Dragon crouched down to her level, crooning as he let her run her her hands through his fur. The beauty of it all, a terrifying monster capable of causing heatwaves, caving it at the mere touch of someone people always saw as weak. Bianca turned to her father, that damned smile still on her face, and this time Reshiram was glaring at him, growling as he did.

"you never answered my question, dad," she said, leaning in on Reshiram's head, her hands still on his fur, petting him, "do you still think I'm weak?"

No. No of course she wasn't. But no, those weren't the words that came out his mouth, he begged, on his knees, forgiveness, atonement, understanding, "I was just trying to protect you!" He cried out, desperate.

The smile on her face faltered, replaced by a grimace, eyes once gleaming turned dark, expression unreadable. She spoke, "I never knew telling someone they're weak was considered protecting them." She then turns to Reshiram, "well, what do you think, darling? Is he really telling me the truth?"

Reshiram's voice echoed in her head. He's a liar. This world has no need for people like him.

Feigning to be in thought, Bianca hummed, her eyes still fixated on her father. Then she smiled again, a more sordid feel to it, she gently gave Reshiram a soft tap. With that, Reshiram lunged towards Bianca's father, flames in a flurry as he bit down hard on her father, his screams diminishing by the second, his blood staining Reshiram's fur.

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

Would you write phone sex with Spencer? Like he is away on a case and calls every night, one night he just needs reader to make him feel better ;) I love love love your writhing❤️

Uhh fuck yes I would, thank you 'Nonnie!!

NSFW under the cut, minors DNI

"Hey lover boy." You pick up on the second ring, a hint of a smile evident in your voice as Spencer feels himself relax a little, settling against the shitty motel pillows.

"Hey sweetheart." He's unable to hide the exhaustion in his voice even as the relief of your voice washes over him and you pick up on it immediately.

"You okay?" Your tone is soft, worried, and Spencer can picture you staring up at him with those gentle eyes that make him weak in the knees.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just really needed to hear your voice." He can hear the rustle of sheets as you let out a small hum and he knows that you're burrowing under the fluffy comforter. The mental image makes his whole body ache for you.

"It's that bad?" Spencer lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. Even though he's the profiler, you can always seem to read him better than anyone else, even over the phone.

"It's that obvious?" He groans as he lets his head fall back against the headboard. You hum in affirmation.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The lump in his throat threatens to choke him. He can't talk about this one, not until it's over.

"No," he manages, "thank you, baby, I just-" The breath he forces himself to take strains at the tightness in his chest. "I need to get my mind off of it for a while."

"So what you're saying is that you want a distraction?" Spencer's heart skips a beat at the shift in your tone, your voice now coming through dark and sultry.

That was not what he had meant, but nonetheless it is an offer he is more than happy to accept.

"That's exactly what I need, sweet thing." He breathes out, already feeling his cock twitch inside his boxers. "Talk to me, beautiful."

"What do you wanna hear, Daddy?" He almost groans out loud when he hears you purr that name. He's hard in seconds. "You wanna hear about how I haven't been able to get you out of my mind? How much I've been enjoying those little marks you left me?" Spencer can't stand it anymore, your words, your sweet, sweet voice already driving him mad as he shoves his boxers down.

"Anything, baby, tell me anything." He grits out as his hand wraps around his throbbing cock, pumping it slowly. His thumb brushes the tip, making him suck in a breath as a thrill runs through his stomach. You must have heard, because you let out a breathy giggle.

"You touching yourself to me already, Daddy?" Fuck, Spencer has never been more grateful for the superhuman memory he possesses, because as he speaks he can picture exactly the look you would give him, your eyes dark and your voice sweet as you would climb onto his lap.

"Yes, sweetheart, you know what you do to me." You did know, he made it a point that you knew. He is wrapped around your little finger and happy to be there.

"Mmmhh, I love the way you get so hard for me. I can't wait for you to get home so I can feel it." Spencer's head rocks back against the pillows as he lets out a rough groan, trying not to drop the phone as you continue. "I've been so wet for you all week, I can't stop thinking about how you feel inside me." He bites down on his lip, fighting back another moan as his pace increases.

"I swear, baby," he pants, "when I get back I'm taking vacation days and I am going to spend the whole time making you cum." The thought of spending days buried to the hilt in you pushes him closer to the edge than he'd anticipated, the muscles in his jaw tensing as his hand works furiously at his cock, the familiar heavy knot forming in his stomach.

"I can't wait, can't wait to be all full of you again, Daddy, I've been so empty." Spencer's lightheaded now, breathless and fucking his fist as a slight whine seeps into your voice.

"Oh fuck, I'm so close baby." The knot in his stomach clashes with the airy feeling in his chest.

"Keep going. I wanna hear you come for me, Daddy, please, let me hear it." Hearing you beg for him makes the wave break and he comes undone, a string of filthy moans falling from his throat as he spills into his hand.

"Christ, sweetheart." He gasps when his head stops spinning. "I don't know how you do that." His head finally clearing, he realizes with a start that he didn't hear any of the moans or breathy whines from you that he usually would.

"Wait, sweetheart, were you not touching yourself?" He asks, a little guilty that he got so caught up in his own pleasure that he hadn't noticed. His guilt is eased almost immediately, your quiet laugh filtering through the phone as you speak.

"Oh, no Daddy, I'm saving that for when you get back."

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[sunnyjae]

hey! im actually obsessed with your writing (its so good omg, youve got me going CRAZY) so maybe #34 & #44 with dom!jake x sub!reader and maybe it being like enemies but lowkey fwb? and well you can do wtv with nicknames (pretty girl and those along those lines has me going insane tho)

sorry if its too detailed! you can do whatever with this req !!

lmao me crying 😩 anything with pretty in front of it is a yes

i hope this one was a vibe lol i think i enjoyed writing this one a little too much

also thank you for reading! I’m super surprised i get you guys riled up like that haha ;)

prompts: #34 "get on your knees," + #44 "you want my cum?"

pretty girl [part one] ♡ sjy [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ jake x fem!reader, strict-ish soft??dom!jake, sub!reader

genre ♡ non-idol!au, suggestive, smut, fluff

warnings ♡ dumbification, overuse of petnames, riding, lots of dialogue (bc i'm a whore for dirty talk but we all knew), low-key breeding kink, so much teasing oh my, finger sucking like twice??, dirty talk ofc, low-key ddlg, very unrealistic scenario lol

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ jake's a tease in your frenemies (sort of) relationship, little did you know he's a tease inside the bedroom too

You cursed yourself at the mental image of getting on your knees for Jake, his fingers gripping your chin as he fed you the tip of his hot, fat cock, desperate for some relief. The way you drooled, imagining him calling you filthy names, making you swallow his big load - one that he had been saving just for your pretty mouth.

Grumbling at the thought, you remembered the time he’d teased you in front of the guys, even going the extra mile and calling you in class several times just to say he found your spot cream in the fridge. The boy heckled you, embarrassed you and made fun of you whenever he could, and yet you were still so affected by his presence it made you want to swear aloud sometimes.

And when you were in the middle of washing the dishes, your brother's best friend lazily ambled in, taking notice of you in all your pajama-ed glory. Jake gritted out an internal ‘Shit.’, feeling his dick stiffen in his sweats (as if it wasn’t the first time you did that to him). He stalked around the kitchen island behind you, and his voice broke the silence.

"You look nice," he lilted, and with a clatter, you dropped the utensils you were holding.

Opting to leave them now that they were sinking into the water anyway, you mumbled a weak, "Go away,".

Jake only chuckled in response, letting his eyes graze you up and down shamelessly. He eyed the way your spaghetti top hugged your boobs, accentuating your waist and leading to the hem of your shorts, which clung deliciously to your ass as if they were made for you. You just looked so breakable yet so soft.

Jake couldn't help but groan internally. And by God did he want to absolutely fucking wreck you.

He found your diary around a week ago, in which you wrote your frustrations out (including your sexual ones), and Jake had noticed something incredibly interesting as he was casually flicking through - he noted it was for your own safety, not his mind-boggled curiosity.

You liked a lot of the same...niche...things he liked. Although Jake had never brought it up to his past girlfriends, the idea of you allowing him to take the role of the carer, you being his baby, in whatever silent feud-slash-lust thing you had going on, had his knees buckling under him.

"Calm down, I'm just giving you a compliment." he sidled up beside you, lips pushing outwards into a cute duck-like pout.

You had to gulp down your saliva, legs already trembling at his proximity. The way he leaned over you, deliberately making you feel tiny, had your head positively spinning.

"Please, give me some space." you yelped out, voice nearly breaking because of the tension in your lungs.

He raised his hands in defence and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you finally wash and dry your hands - one of the cute things he noticed about you too, was that they were significantly smaller than his.

He smirked when he noticed you trembling with the bowl in your hand.

"You need help?"

Your fingers were white from how hard you were gripping the ceramic, and you couldn't help but whine under your breath from the intensity of his gaze. It was like he was actively trying to make you submit to him, but the power in that - without him having to say a word - was what made you wet.

"Uh, no. I'm fine." you replied unnecessarily sharply, feeling your cheeks warm with heat. Jake pushed himself away from the toaster and took a few tempting strides closer to you, watching you take out a can opener and a tin you needed to get some fruit out for the frozen yogurt you were tasked with making for tonight. Sunghoon had invited Jake to stay over for the night, since it was a Wednesday and your lectures were cancelled altogether - Jake Sim was thrilled at the information (for many reasons).

Leaning over your shoulder, his lip twitched at your struggle with the tool. "Dummy." he muttered, gently taking the items from you.

Your throat dried at his comment, but your pussy definitely wasn't close to being that. You chose not to pick up on it, for the sake of your own ego. Jake opened the tin with ease and poured the peach slices out into the bowl beside you, setting the tin down with a light thud.

What you didn’t expect, however, was when two of his fingers accidentally dipped into the syrup, and he lifted them to your lips expectantly. "Open." Jake muttered, eyeing your pretty mouth. He just knew you’d taste sweet.

You didn't know why you were following through, but it was like his words affected you more than you initially thought.

Watching your lips part, Jake smirked that same pretentious smirk he always did and waited for you to "Suck."

He found himself muttering “God, I wish you’d get on your knees for me.” with no real aim of having you hear it, but knowing your enfatuation with him, of course you'd perk up at anything he did.

You closed your eyes, lips eventually circling his digits without much thought. When your eyes opened again, Jake nearly swore aloud while feeling your tongue swipe at the pads of his fingers. Your eyes were wide and gazing into his with a deep longing that had him stirring in his pajama sweats.

He pulled his fingers out of your desperate mouth reluctantly, "Pretty." before stepping over to the fridge like he hadn't just caused you to nearly collapse onto the tiles your legs were trembling on.

The sweetness lingered on your lips, and you licked at them subtly, wishing it were Jake's tongue on them instead of your own. The way he would softly praise you, call you his, make you lie down all pretty for him like a gorgeous pillow princess.

"Making dessert?" he asked, casually taking out a banana milk bottle from one of the shelves inside. That question snapped you out of your reverie almost immediately.

You stared intensely at the bowl in front of you, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further by making any more unnecessary eye contact. Like this, you felt like dumb in front of Jake sometimes, and you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this way.

"Yeah." you breathed airily, swallowing hard to curb the whine that edged to escape from your throat - the reason being his eyes ; those dialated pupils roving over your tense body, coming up to meet your own every so often.

"Don't you uh- have anything better to get to?"

His lack of immediate response had you balking.

"You know," he took a sip of his milk, leaning back to set it aside - the action itself nonchalant, worryingly tempting. "If I asked you nicely to be kinder to me then you'd probably do it,"

"You're just dumb like that."

A soft gasp filled the air, and you realised it was you once his eyebrows raised in response. "Am I wrong?"

You watched as he pushed himself away from the freezer, edging a few steps forward to meet you next to the island. He was a whole foot taller than you, and somehow having your vision obscured by a certain Jake Sim gave you the dragon equivalent of butterflies in your tummy.

"Gonna be nice to me from now on?" he mocked, lip upturned. "Play on that goody-two-shoes personality for me? Be a good girl?"

"I-" you whined, words on the precipice of your tongue, teetering on the edge of a terrific, catastrophic plunge.

"Aw," he tutted, tilting his head back to take in your embarrassed, heated gaze. Your decreasing ability to speak, making him struggle to keep the (albeit tiny) space left between you. Jake felt the need to lean down to whisper in your ear, "When you decide to play nice, you come and find me."

And that was the end of your last anticipated conversation with Jake that evening, the air of tension in the kitchen merging with whatever Sunghoon's suspicious gaze brought with it as he strolled in. His sister and his best friend were polar opposites, so awkwardness didn't come as a surprise with two contrasting personality types, however Sunghoon sure had had enough of this bermuda triangle of fumbling words and strange energy.

Finishing rinsing with mouthwash after brushing your teeth was the highlight of your night time routine for sure. It was the very last thing you usually did before bed, other than applying some lip care and lotion to your skin. The bathroom door left slightly ajar opened a little more, closing behind the last person you'd expected to see. He leaned over the sink next to where you stood, his thumb barely brushing the material of your shorts over your hips as he gave his face a once-over in the mirror.

"I'm still using the bathroom."

"I know."

You mumbled, words coming out uncharacteristically pathetic to anyone who would have known you for you. "You um- could wait?"

His eyes caught yours, almost glinting in the mirror's LED light, glazing over at the mere sight of you. You curled into yourself, the drawer handle under the sink basin digging into your mid-thigh when he stepped behind you, arms caging you in further. The death grip you had on your vaseline tin had the metal warming in your palm, a discomfort settling in from the ridges indenting your skin.

Breath cool, heart pounding, knuckles white, your lips formed around his name in a whisper.

"Hm?"

Jake reached up to twist your head to face him, thumb just under your shiny bottom lip.

You just knew this was going to be a gruelling and difficult sleep.

Coming into Sunghoon's room (tonight, Jake's) was something you never thought you'd do. Duvet and pillow in hand, you stood at the door.

You sniffled, feeling overwhelmed from just twenty minutes ago when you were sucking on his fingers. With the softness in his touches, yet a hardness in his eyes that could be mistaken for malice, you recalled the names he'd called you.

"What're you doing here pretty?" Jake asked, noticing your figure in the threshold to his room as he scrolled through his phone. You brought your shoulders to your ears and looked down shyly.

"Come here." he invited, glancing down at his lap for you to get the message, his bulge was still painfully straining from earlier.

You mewled, crawling over to his bed, watching him peel the duvet and settle you onto his hips, moving his hands to your face, he stroked over your cheeks and lips with his thumbs, sighing.

He was so warm you couldn't help but put your stuff aside and melt into his body, pressing your cheek against his chest and your hands on his pecs. "Jus' wan'ed to sit." you muttered, not even coherent at this point.

"Dumb little baby wanted to sit on my lap?" he asked, smoothing his palms down the skin of your plush thighs.

"Yeah," you nodded, now moving your head so you were face to face.

"I thought you didn't like me sweetheart," he sighed, not being able to stop the smirk from appearing again.

"Hm," you huffed, face hot.

"Are you gonna be good and answer me?" he thumbed at your lips, eyes gazing at them shining under the dim light of Sunghoon’s desk lamp.

“You’re annoying, Jake. I don’t like you.” you lied, feeling his cock press into your crotch, hot under his pajama pants.

Jake sighed teasingly. “Well, pretty girl,” hands moving down to your hips, he pressed you down onto his hardness more. “That’s a shame, isn’t it?”

Chest tight, your nipples hardened under your flimsy crop top. “W-why?”.

He hummed, pressing his face into your neck softly. “I’m in a very giving mood right now.” he sighed, lips dragging across your skin until they reached your ear. “But considering your dislike for me, I don’t think you’ll want what I have to offer.”

“W-what do you have to offer, Jakey?” you whispered, shuddering. He smirked into the side of your face.

A pause. “Are you going to tell me the truth?” he lilted, “I don’t like lying little girls - they don’t get rewards.”

You swallowed, a strained sound escaping your throat. “I-I wasn’t lying.”

“Oh, but I know you were.” he nodded, nosing at you as you melted into him. “C’mon baby, tell me what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours.”

“I’m sorry Jakey.” you whined, “I-”

He stroked at your head with one hand, lips pouting at your jaw to press a featherlight kiss to it.

“I-I think about you sometimes.” you mumbled, breath hitching when he let out an affirmative sigh. “I’m listening,” he replied with a coy smile.

“Dirty things,” you added.

Jake was thrilled, cock hard and swollen under the confines of his clothes. “What kind of dirty things, sweetheart?” The words could have been so so innocent if it weren't for the hot bulge pressing into you as you melted into his lap.

You had to gulp, and it was audible. “Like s-sitting on Jakey’s lap.”

“Like now?”

You reached his ear with your lips, the sweetness of your scent making Jake want to manhandle you flat on the pillows and make you scream and cry in pleasure. “Yeah- but- I sometimes think about Jakey’s cock in me. A-and Jakey’s cum.”

“Hm. Such a good girl for telling me the truth.” with his mouth at the shell of your ear again, his voice reverberated delectably closer to you.

“What did you want to offer?” you mumbled, soft fingers playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

The next words Jake uttered make your cunt throb shamelessly.

“Dumb baby’s princess parts must be feeling achy, huh?”

You felt yourself nod fervently, “Jakey was going to offer you his cock to sit on - to make that special spot feel better again. How does that sound?” he added with a whisper.

“Please let me on your cock,” you begged, bouncing on his lap a little in anticipation, and Jake halted your movements with steady hands on your waist.

He pretended to think, thumbs reaching the band of your silk shorts to just snap the elastic back teasingly.

“I don’t think my dumb baby’s princess parts belong to Jakey, though.” his lips twitched, fingers letting go of the fabric and pressing his fingertips into your hot slit.

“They do! T-they belong to you.” you hiccuped, completely drunk on Jake's words and teasing actions alone. You were worried before that if he were to make you suck on his fingers once more, you'd really probably cum with one touch.

He smiled, amused at your pleading. “Jakey’s princess parts.” you affirmed innocently, whimpering at the feeling of relief where his fingers just pressed.

“You gonna let Jakey slide his big cock into his princess parts?” He bit his lip, "All creamy, huh?"

“Yeah.” and with that approval, he pushed the crotch of the material covering your pussy to the side and pulled himself out of his bottoms.

“You like my cock, sweetheart?” he asked, his length hard on his stomach. Your eyes were wide at the new image, not really managing to process the situation.

You smiled shyly, pressing your face into his cheek. “Yeah.”

lmao this is giving ‘warm’ vibes

Finally pressing his tip into you, your pussy lips parted at the stretch, the fullness something you’d been waiting for so patiently since he first started to have such an effect on you. “Oh fuck-”

“Stupid girl, Jakey doesn’t like swearing. Apologise.” when he was fully sheathed in you, balls deep, his voice slipped deliciously into a lower octave.

“‘M sorry,” you drooled, face nuzzled into his shoulder. “Deep.”

“Fucked dumb.” he sighed, “All pretty for me.”

“Cum.” you pawed at his shoulder, the hands he had on your hips lifting you up and pressing you down onto his cock again. “Want cum.”

“You want to cum?”

“No- I want Jakey’s cum. In Jakey’s princess parts.” your voice was shaky and wrecked, and your thighs trembled at the feeling of being so satiated and finally filled to the brim.

“You want my cum?” Jake used his fingers to tilt your head up to be level with his so he could gaze into your eyes.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll give you a big load, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that.” he groaned at your tightness. “You wanna leak my cum?”

“All the time,” you pouted, teary eyes reflecting need and desperation.

"Bounce on it then sweetie, just like this." he lifted you by the hips so he slipped out, the tip just stretching out your opening before he pressed you back down again. The sharp fullness made you almost sob.

Complying with his instruction, you sat up and began to move. Jake's cock slipped in and out of you with lewd quelches and a repeated pap pap pap that should have been something out of a porno, along with your cute sounds and Jake's heavy breathing.

You moved. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. And the way he gazed into your eyes as you moved had butterflies erupting in your tummy. 

"Such a pretty girl," he smiled at you, the genuinity taking you back a little, even in your wrecked and sensitive state. As you started getting tired, Jake pressed a few shushing kisses to your jaw. "Shhh, baby. Just sit, okay? I'll take care of you."

And he pressed you down into his lap, using his thumb to rub pretty circles onto your little clit. "Jakey's Princess feeling good?" he asked, cursing under his breath as he nearly felt himself cum when you clenched tight around him.

"Princess parts feel so good." you nodded, eyes half-lidded as you shuddered on top of him as your climax hit. "Hmmm."

"Coming around my cock so well," he shushed you with his lips, the mewling from your lips growing in volume at the stinging sensitivity. "You gonna let Jakey fuck his cum into you?"

"Please," breathless, you approved, and that's all it took for Jake to give you his load finally.

Wrapping his arms around you, he tiredly reached for the duvet and shuffled with you on top of him and him still inside you.

You were satisfied, and whatever you and Jake had to talk out would be saved for the morning when you were more coherent.

i'm so so sorry i've been away for this last week! i got a lot requests so it's been a matter of keeping up with that and schoolwork. because of something personal I am going through it will take me longer to complete all your requests. I'm really sorry once again lovelies ♡ i hope you guys enjoyed this piece 😊

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

It’s exam season where I am right now and I can’t stop thinking about tutor!Mingyu helping you study for your final late at night. There would be a lot of tension already due to your “harmless” flirting. He finally snaps when he sees you grab a book of the bottom shelf. That’s how you end up with him taking you against the book case, holding onto you as best as he can with one of your legs over his shoulders. He’d be all smug too saying, “I was going to reward you after you finished exams but I don’t think I can wait any longer baby.” ☠️

-Mingyu Size Anon

WELCOME BACK DEAR MINGYU SIZE ANON <333

no bcs this mingyu as your tutor RAIL ME SIR😩

You call him around late evening, because your anxiety is skyrocketing, despite having revised the entire material of that class, yet you can't help but worry about tomorrow's exam. Mingyu hits your doorbell and you open the door, flashing his smile while coming inside.

"Please tell me you're not worried about the finals and you just want to hang out with me", he chuckles, as he loosens his tie. "I'm really sorry, Gyu, I just can't help it", you apologize, guilt eating you away, knowing he had extra work as a TA in the university you were studying.

"No need to apologize, I like spending time with you anyways", he laughs and your heart does flip-flops at his dashing smile. Yes, you had developed a crush on the TA of your professor. Way to go, Y/N.

"So, what's the chapter you wanted to revise?", he asks you while pulling out his laptop and fixing his metal frame glasses effortlessly. "J-Just a general revision of the class...", you mumble fiddling with the hem of your sweater dress. "Oh my, you really are anxious about tomorrow", he rubs his neck, "Hope you have energy to stay up all night".

Two espressos and four hours later, you have fully revised the entire material twice and your anxiety for the exam has shimmered down considerably.

But the tension between you and Mingyu has gone through the roof.

To be completely honest, it was almost impossible to resist someone like him. He literally had everything - looks, brains, personality, social skills. And God, that smile of his made you weak in the knees.

"I think it's enough for tonight, Y/N, don't wanna tire you out with these equations", Mingyu chuckles as he lays back on the chair, stretching his thick arms above his head. You notice how his shirt tightens around his pecs and you dart your tongue to wet your lips unconsciously.

"Thank you for helping me out, Gyu. You're my hero", you giggle and touch his bare forearm with your hand. Mingyu exhales shakily, as he feels your soft fingertips on his skin, trying to suppress the not so innocent thoughts and images of you. "Guess I should let you go now, right? I tortured you long enough", you laugh nervously as you close your book and bend down to put it on the lowest shelf of your book case.

Your sweater dress rides up significantly and you give Mingyu a full view of your bare legs and your lace-covered ass. He bites his bottom lip, eyes fixated on your body and his cock now fully hard from the very enticing view you're giving him. He mentally curses himself but ends up throwing his self-control out of the window, as he rips his glasses off his face and places his hands on your hips, making you yelp.

"M-Mingyu? What are you doing?", you half mewl as he rubs his bulge on your clothed core, breathing heavily. "Something that I wanted to do for a long time", he groans and flips you around, now facing you, your back on the book case. He takes off the tie from his neck and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his defined chest and golden abs. "God, that fucking dress of yours makes me wanna rail you so hard you'll only know my name when you wake up", he licks his lips as he ties your wrists together with his necktie.

"G-Gyu...", you whimper as he pulls down your panties and pushes your dress up, revealing your already wet pussy. "Yes, baby?", he frees his hard cock from his slacks, pumping it slowly, making you salivate at his impressive thickness and length.

"Please fuck me stupid".

He pushes inside your pussy immediately, stretching you like none other guy has ever stretched you before - and you fucking love that dull sting. "Fuck, you're so damn tight", he moans and throws your left leg over his shoulder, the new position hitting you deeper than before. "Oh God, Gyu, you're s-so deep...", you let out a lewd moan and that's all it takes to set a brutal pace, ramming your insides.

"Fuck, I can't believe I was waiting to fuck you after your exams, but -nngh!- you looked so cute in that sweater dress, baby, all I could think of was your pretty legs wrapped around me as I rail your tight cunt", he licks a stripe on your neck, lips on your jawline. "G-Good thing you l-lost your p-patience then", you whimper as he hammers your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

"Are you cumming, baby? Will you cream my fat cock?", he presses his fingers on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud rapidly. "Ah, ahh! Yes yes, I'm cumming, Gyu!", you scream.

"Good girl, let's see how full can I get your pussy tonight, will you keep my cum in you until tomorrow? Better focus on your exam, baby and I'll fuck you twice as hard if you pass with a full mark, okay?".

Let's say you passed the exam and forgot how to walk the night after ;)