#you aren’t allowed to leave nuh uh

[6esiree]

“Imagine reader notices that Alastor’s, Lucifer’s, and Vox’s necks are always covered and one lovely night they decide "nuh uh.” The next morning they aren’t allowed to cover their necks up for certain reasons, teehee.” @psychesetra

I was actually thinking about this last night—about how nice it would be to crawl onto his lap, legs on either side of his waist and your crotch bumping against his as you wrap a singular hand around his neck. To feel his adam’s apple bob underneath your palm with anticipation as you lean in and press your plush lips against his jaw in such a tender manner, his breath audibly hitching.

“Have I ever told you how much I like your neck?” You admit with a murmur, hips experimentally rolling against his. He chuckles at your words as he grasps your waist. “And how much I like that only I can see this part of you?”

Initially, you only intended to appreciate the part of him that he never shows to the world… but as his eyes flutter shut, his brows knit together, and his mouth tightens into a thin line, it slowly turns into something more than that. It doesn’t help that you pull all sorts of sinful noises from his throat—from stifled grunts and groans to the occasional breathy moans and whimpers—that simple appreciation with ghost-like kisses evolves into little nips with your teeth.

“You’ve made that clear, sweetheart,” He eventually rasps, words coming out almost breathless despite his lack of activity. “And I mean very clear.”

But when you feel the unmistakeable evidence of his pleasure poke your thigh as you relinquish his neck, only to grasp onto his hair and tug his head back, you latch onto the flesh you once held within your grasp and suck. He lets out a shameless groan and squeezes your waist, enjoying the sensation of your teeth and tongue assaulting him, leaving bruises that only that ridiculously high collar of his can obscure.

He allows you to mark him up to your heart’s content, not a single ounce of worry present in his blissed out features as you pull back with a smile on your face. You’re proud of the mess you left on his neck, yes, but you’re also secretly anticipating the morning after. As he shoots you his own lopsided grin, he has no idea that you hid away all the shirts you could find with high collars before you asked if you could have your way with him.

[iwaasfairy]

FAIRY!!!

Hi Bb! I am so excited for another way to support your work!

[»»] I would love to be Hiragi’s younger sister who he dotes on and who gives him stomach pains from being wild! I’m imagining him following me out for a night out to watch over me and gets protective over other guys hitting on me. Following behind me and pulling my skirt down so no one sees my panties. Finally getting fed up and dragging my drunk ass home and putting me in my place.

-Violet

a/n. thank you my beloved 🌸 ily I hope you enjoy some hirAGIIII nii!!! You guys loving him so much makes me love him more too!!! Wanna pull his stupid blond hair

tw incest, public, toma nii smokes

wc. 1k

hiragi toma x fem!reader

“You’re really pushing my buttons,” Toma sighs. Sighs like he’s in pain, or insanely frustrated. A bit of both. He’s got two fingers pressed to his temple like that’ll stop the incoming headache. The headache being you- in a sense.

“You’re not being fair, niichan,” you pout though, try to smooth over the space by wrapping your arms around his bicep, and when that doesn’t work coming up to rest your face against his back and your arms around his waist.

“I’m not fair? Me?” He tries to turn, but you hold on tighter and don’t allow it. If you do, he’ll try to escape from you, and you really, really can’t have that. Toma nii’s too good at knowing what’s right— and you definitely havent been behaving right. It’s not your fault though, is it? At least not yours alone. You got all wound up, were at your wits end and then he had to come ruin your good time too.

Because admit it or not, Toma nii gets jealous when you talk to other guys. Toma nii likes seeing his little sister as his to touch, and take, and fuck in the back alleys when he drags you out of a club or drives you home on his bike, tits pressed against his back the entire way. He scoffs, unamused, “you’ve got a funny sense of fairness.”

“Is it really all my fault?” You suddenly question back, eyebrows pinching up. “You’re the one who got up in my face because fighting makes you all hot, and got my-” The next words come slower, slightly hushed as you look around the otherwise empty parking lot where Toma fidgets with his keys. He knows what he did… “my pussy that wet, only to leave early. You’re the one who put your mouth on it first, aren’t you?”

”Because you kept running your nails dow my thigh and squeezed my cock, knowing Umemiya was going to call me up— either way, that’s not the point!” His expression gets more and more frustrated, before he pulls away from you just to turn and grab you by your cheeks. He pulls you closer until you’re basically nose to nose, and heat flushes your face an obvious shade of adoration. Fight all you want… Toma loves you at the end of the day.

He grunts when you pout in his hold, big hand able to easily force both cheeks together. “I told you not to go out. I always tell you not to go looking for trouble-”

“I wanted niichan to touch me.”

He opens his mouth dumbfounded, and you swear you almost hear his blood rush down. Your hands move to his chest automatic, scratching down his pecs through his shirt and feeling him flex under your touch. “…My pussy is still wet, nii nii. Because I kept thinking of you.”

It’s like he’s possessed by your mouth, because he leans in ‘til you’re really nose to matching nose, and his breathing fills you up completely. “You were gonna let another guy kiss all up on you, because you kept thinking of me?”

Your lashes almost brush his when you blink. “Nuh uh. Wasn’t gonna let anyone else kiss me. I’m Toma niichan’s property. Right? That’s what you really want to say, right?” He licks his teeth with another dry chuckle, before his free hand trails down your spine and forces your back into an arch so you’re pressed up to him, tits and tummy. “That’s what you’re thinking when you put your hands under my skirt, right?” Just a little more pushing, and you can get him to crack.

“You’re bold when you’re drunk, ‘mouto chan.” He says the pet name to put you in your place, but that doesn’t matter right now. Not when his hands slide down your sides and he grabs two handfuls of ass while leaning up against his motorcycle. None of it is a lie though. You are painfully wet, and your big brother’s ministrations only make it worse.

“Toma nii~” You sigh, almost moan— you can’t help yourself when it comes to him. You grab at his arms, and roll yourself against him as he chews his lip. He lifts you against him just a bit more, and you can tell that he’s hard as he groans. You reach up to wrap you arms around his neck instead so you can place a few kisses against his collarbones - frowning when he still doesn’t give in. Someone honks in some street far off, but it signals your hurt. “Niichan~ Don’t you want me?”

Before you can even think of putting on your best puppy dog eyes, you’re turned around and pushed down over his motorcycle, the cold leather clinging to your stomach— he groans under his breath. “Don’t be fucking stupid.” Before you know anything, he’s flipped your skirt up to wrap his whole hand around the curve of you, pushing fingers against your slicking pussy through the fabric. “You wanna get fucked right here, s’that it? Out in the open?”

He leans down to nip daringly at the crook of your neck, angering one of the previous bruises he left. “You just want everyone to know your big brother likes to fuck you?” The parking lot has just enough light for you to watch your shadows melt together, his hips pushing hard against your ass like he’s trying to fuck you through your clothes. It feels good. So you moan, and move one of his hands up under your shirt to play with your tits.

“Yeah- I do.” You mewl when he peels your underwear down the curve of your ass, chuckling when he groans at the lace, the slick running down your thighs. “Want people to know how much I love when- big brother Toma fucks my little pussy.” He fumbles his zipper down before taking himself out with a deep sigh, and lines up with your hot hole, before hesitating one second.

Then he takes out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket just as quick, and shoves that and a lighter in your hands. Bent over at the waist, grinding yourself against his cockhead as he hovers his mouth over your ear. “Light one for me and hold it, yeah? ‘S for getting rid of my headache.” He pushes in without waiting for a reply, and stretches you too full too quick. You choke, feels his heartbeat bang from his cock through your pussy. He sets a rhythm onto you that threatens to knock you over, each time he bottoms out in you. “Go on, imouto. That’s for teasing niichan like you love to do.”

[talas-starlight]

Scarred Spirits - Zuko x fem!reader (pt.7)

Summary: reactions from team avatar when they find out your ozais assassin

warning: mentions of scars, not very happy gaang, mean katara!, angst

masterlist: here!

most previous part: here! (all other parts can be found in my masterlist!)

authors note! hello!! idk if anyone will be reading this but if you are welcome!! i haven't posted to this series in YEARS so please forgive me as I'm very rusty at writing but please enjoy!

Unified screams erupted upon Appa. “YOU’RE WHAT!”

“Aang what have you done! You literally let a murderer on Appa! She’s going to kill all of us! Katara was right, and I can’t believe I ignored her.”

“I KNEW IT! Quickly Aang, land Appa and let’s get her off!”

Unable to take it anymore, Toph lost her cool. “Can you knuckle heads shut up! I highly doubt that she will kill us, why the hell would she listen to you guys fighting all the time when she could end her misery by taking you out.”

Reality hitting Sokka and Katara, they finally piped down, allowing Toph to continue.

“Look, what you said is highly questionable. I’m not saying that I trust you, but you’re going to have to give us more information than that or else I’ll throw you off myself. Got it?”

You sighed. At least someone in the group had more sense. “Yeah, of course. What would you like to know?”

“Well for starters a name would be great. Oh and maybe, I don’t know, how and why you’re the Fire Lords Assassin?!”

You almost wanted to pull Katara’s braid for the irritating look of satisfaction on her face. “Right okay… well my name is y/n. uhhh and I was forced to become his assassin when he caught me after I broke into the palace three years ago.”

“That’s it?! Nuh uh lady. I know he’s the Fire Lord and had done some awful things but why would he do that to a child?! You’re either lying or somethings still missing.”

There was a lot to weigh up. To suddenly reveal everything about you would be too much and would get you thrown off Appa anyway. Yet to reveal nothing wouldn’t let you gain enough trust to even last a day. Leaving you to share the one thing you knew so little about yourself that you didn’t care if they knew and hopefully enough of a miserable, pitying tale that they’d let you off the hook for the time being.

“My parents aren’t in my life, they never were. I don’t know who they were or why they did it. All I had was my trainer, Zemin. In his time, he was the most notorious Assassin in the entire Fire Nation and when he retired, he never took on any students to carry on his legacy - if you could even call it that. Every other trainer was ecstatic because this meant that their students would earn the most bounties. Until there was me. I don’t know why he took me in… he just said that he found me as in infant and regretfully took me from an islands rocky shore maybe to sell me off somewhere. I suppose he realised he could make even more money from me if he trained me until I could pay off debt for him raising me. I did the one thing assassins could do, kill. All the money I ever earned from each bounty went straight to him. Luckily enough, I learned quickly, and I got to my final payment when I was 13, then he would have set me free.”

Horrified, Aang couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was nothing like this in the Air Temples growing up. “Luckily enough?! How in any universe is that lucky!”

“Most assassins in the Fire Nation, and others, are stuck paying off their guardians or trainers well into their adulthood. Because of… certain tactics and advantages, I became quite popular if you could put it that way and most of the people, I had to take care of were…” Halting, you knew that if you verbally said some lives are worth more than others, Aang would probably go into cardiac arrest.

“Well, some had more people wanting them gone so the bounty was higher.”

“How does this have anything to do with you working for the fire lord! I don’t see why Zemin would let you go if you were doing so much for him.”

Your strength was fading. You hated yourself for how much you scretly enjoyed having people around that weren’t as idealistic as those in the Fire Nation.  “He didn’t. I got an anonymous mission to take out a high general in the palace. So high, that it was going to be enough for me to finish my debt.” After not being met with screams you felt reassured to continue…. they seem to be taking this well…

You took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “On my way out, I got caught in the middle of an Agni Kai. The fire lord wasn’t too pleased I killed one of his generals or interfered with punishing his son. Yet somehow in his psychopathic mind he saw it as an opportunity to pledge my allegiance to him.”

The silence amongst the group was short lived.

“YOU MEAN ZUKO?”

“YOU KILLED SOMEONE.”

“AND YOU ACCEPTED?”

You scrunched your face. Maybe this was a bad idea to tell them. But it was too late to go back. “Yes, it was Prince Zuko in the Agni Kai, that’s how he got his scar. Yes, Aang I did kill the general, but to be fair I haven’t killed anyone since then… And Katara if you were being tortured every day for 8 months, I’m sure you would wear down too.”

The waterbender was unsatisfied with your answer. “Unbelievable! Of course, you did! Everyone has a choice in this world, and you chose the fire lord. You’re nothing but a coward.”

“My life was on the line! You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh please, y/n. I do. I know everything! Sure, you were raised to assassinate others, but you can’t expect me to believe you didn’t know what you were doing when you were standing before Ozai. I would have stayed in a life of suffering than go with him.” Shaking her head, she pierces you with a disgusted look, “You’re no better than Ozai. No better than Azula.”

As Appa continued to glide through the ever-ending expanse of the sky, it seemed nothing could break the suffocating tension that encompassed everyone upon his saddle.

Toph was the only one to speak up. “Didn’t you hear her Katara? She hasn’t killed anyone since then! She’s surviving. If you ask me… she’s braver than any of us, you never know what could have happened to her if she got caught not actually killing her targets!”

Irritated Katara only grumbled, turning away while leaving the two boys to think about how they felt about you. Despite giving them answers, they still had so many questions.

It was undeniably clear that Katara has made her mind up about you, and you were sure everyone else was the same despite the earth benders attempts at comforting you. Hence, as you sat there across from the four of them, you were the first to break eye contact, turning your head to the side as you searched for something to focus on out there in the sky. Bird, a cloud, anything. You didn’t have the heart, the courage, to argue against what she said.

Unknown to you, Aang shuffled closer to you scared that his angry friend might hear him going towards you. His words only just loud enough to hear above the wind he whispered to you… “Its okay y/n. I don’t really understand what you’ve done or what you’ve been through but when youre ready.. you can tell us.

That was the first time your heart ignited a comforting warmth.

As Appas soft paws skilfully landing on the hard earth, you felt your heart drop inside you. What do I do now? Mind racing through all the possibilities, Toph seemed to have decided what to do before you could even stand.

“Hey! Come with me.”

Jumping off Appas saddle you landed on your feet with such a skilled silence, Toph had to sense your heartbeat to even realise you were next to her. Setting off towards where she’d set up her sleeping area, it was best you stuck closely behind.

“Don’t think about what Katara said, she doesn’t get it.”

“How so?”

Stalling in her tracks, she turned her unseeing gaze towards you. “She doesn’t know what its like to be born into a life that you don’t want. And she definitely doesn’t know how hard it can be trying to escape it.”

Unsure with how to reply, humming in understanding was the best you could come up with.

“Just stick with me and you’ll be fine. I know you most certainly don’t need me, but I’ve got your back.”

The next day had gone by agonizingly slow. With Toph trying to teach Aang earth bending you were left to your own devices since Katara decided to tag along. Although you found yourself tailing Sokka as he went his own way looking for food unaware of your silent giggles seeing him get stuck in the ground.

“...big things eat smaller things. Nothing personal. But this time, it didn’t work out that way…I admit it, you’re cute…”

You decide to finally reveal yourself, tired of your lack of entertainment. “What are you doing down there Sokka?”

Letting out a girl like squeal, he’s horrified at getting caught in this position. “Nothing!”

“You look like you could use some help.”

“I don’t want help from you!” You dismiss it. Surely he has no other choice but to make himself acquainted with you.

“Yeah, right. It’s funny, you’re probably the third person that has ever said that to me. The second in about the span of 48 hours.” you cant help but divert your attention towards the cute animal annoying him. “Aweee look at this cutie!”

“Get away from it!”

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I don’t want you to hurt it!”

“Please, I actually quite like animals. They’re a lot better than humans anyway.”

“I- well… fine! Just go away?”

You scoff, “Why’s that?”

“I don’t like you!”

“Hmm… is that so.”

“Yes, of course it is!”

You’re done feeling sorry for yourself. “Are you sure you don’t like me, or do you feel that way because of your sister?”

“I- well… argh! Fine! I don’t know.”

“Well… why don’t you talk to me and work it out for yourself? If you still dislike me so much I’ll leave you be and get someone to come help.”

A  silence fills the distance between the two of you.

He sighs, caving in, “So.. this Zemin guy. Did he REALLY not give you a choice?”

Looking up, you stare at the clear sky. “I learnt early on in my training that I didn’t have a choice or options in life other than what he wanted. Any exercise I rushed through, half assed, or tried to skip through when he wasn’t looking came with consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?”

“The kind that keeps all of my clothing and bindings on so I don’t constantly get pitiful looks or too many questions.”

He scoffs, “prove it”

Staring at all your layers you sigh, “don’t say I never warned you.”

Peeling off all your layers one by one until your down to just your tank top and pants, you decide to take off your face mask last. Your eyes meeting Sokka’s, you notice him swallow thickly. But its you to break the ice first. “In all fairness, most of them are now from Ozai. The older they look… well I’m sure you can work it out for yourself.”

“b-but-“Fuck why did I have to make him uncomfortable.

Unable to take it any longer, you pull him out from the hole in the ground. “Its fine.”

You turn to walk away after helping him, but he grabs your scarred wrist, the feeling of the textured skin making him internally wince. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you expose yourself like that. Its horrible that you had to experience that… hell we look the same age!”

“Everyone is on different paths. Look, lets just forget about it..”

Sokka feels like he could bust into tears “No! you don’t understand. I’ve seen the effects of the fire nation… hell they took away my mum. I still remember it, sometimes I have weeks where I keep reliving it in my nightmares, only finding peace when im awake. Its like im being haunted. But- but you?! You have to face it whether you’re awake or asleep”.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can’t handle the intensity of his words. Theres nothing you can do. Nothing you can say. You hug him. You don’t remember the last time you held someone. It feels weird, almost wrong. But as he squeezes you back, tightening the embrace, you understand one thing. You have an understanding with the water tribe boy, despite how dark it may feel.

Hours pass by as you sit with sokka talking about useless topics until the other three join you once more. Feeling weariness in their gaze, you realise you forgot to put your layers back on. Now everyone can see your face and scars.

Only Aang has the courage to speak with you.

“Hey. Uhhh, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I just… I’m sorry for not speaking much with you since yesterday. I didn’t mean to, it was just a lot to process personally! Growing up with the Air Nomads, I was taught that killing is wrong and that under no circumstance should that be the answer. If I’m completely honest with you, I still stand by those teachings and to have someone who has… killed… so close to me and the people I care the most about is… unsettling.”

There it was. You knew despite how much he was trying; you knew he wouldn’t be able to see past what you did. What you are.

“I understand. I don’t blame you, or anyone for reacting the way they are, and I know what it feels like to want to protect those who mean something to you.” You glance at Sokka, remembering how he understood.

“Just… please understand that I’ve realised what I did was wrong and while I can’t change everything that I have done, I’m trying to move away from that way of life. I don’t want to be a killer anymore. I’m trying my best to fix it.”

“I know…. Its just-“

“You don’t trust me.”

“What?! NO! I mean…. I don’t know. You clearly have good inside of you but it’s hard to look past.”

“I get it. I’ll head off then, the world needs you Aang and I won’t be the one to stand it your way.”

“No! stop! Please! I know I said it’s hard for me to do, but I clearly see you trying your best. I know you won’t hurt me. I just… I suppose I need to open my eyes more. See you for who you are now, what you’re doing now.”

But what if you can’t? What if I’m still that person, no matter how much I try to shove it away. This is what I have been made to become?

“Okay.”

Letting out a nervous quiet laugh, he glances back to everyone. “okay well… lets eat!”

Zuko stares at the sky in the heavy downpour. “You always through everything you could at me. Well, I can take it. And now I can give it back!”

Lightning cacks in the sky before his eyes.

“Come on!”

“Strike me! You never held back before!”

Met with only the sound of the world around him, he feels helpless. Lost. Alone.

Screaming out, Zuko falls to his knees as the rain and guilt encompasses all of his senses.

His voice scratchy from screaming, he can hardly croak out… “You never held back from her."

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[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes✦

(Bros I'm so sorry, I've had the biggest fucking writer's block. I'm hoping some silly lil meme posts will make up for it until I can write something substantial, I'msosorry-)

Y/N: Some of us, I don’t wanna name names, give me a headache when they speak and its- Soap: Is it me?? Y/N: No. Graves: Is it me? Y/N: …it’s not Soap- --

Price: I’m gonna make you a soup. Gaz, delirious with the flu: I don’t wanna be a soup, Captain… Price: …right, how about I give you soup instead? Gaz: That’d be nicer. Price: Right. --

Soap: What the fuck knuckles is this? Valeria: *holding her hyper femme gf in her lap* She’s my girlfriend you intolerant shit. Soap: Whoa! Pump the hate brakes Fox & friends. I’m just surprised anyone would date you. Especially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony. Y/N, on Valeria’s lap: You know that cartoon? Soap: No comment. Ghost: No, I think you should comment more, Johnny. Soap: NO. COMMENT. Moving on! Gaz: We’re gonna circle back to that. --

Graves: I think the term you’re searching for is ‘current captain’. Ghost: The words I’m searching for, I can’t say. Because there’s a rookie *motions to Soap* present. Soap: No no, say it. I can handle it. Ghost: You sure? Soap: Absolutely, L.T. Ghost: *looks at Graves* Fucking donkey lookin’ muppet bitch. Soap: Brutal blow, sir. Well done. --

Y/N: *comes in* Hey, Gaz, how old is your captain? Gaz: What? Y/N: No not like that…it is, it is like that. How old is he? I came into base, he asked if I needed anything to eat. I said ‘eat what’? Gaz: Okay, first of all, put my plate down and stop hitting on my captain! Y/N: Don’t get mad at me! I don’t even wanna be here. Y’all the ones that want me to be here. --

NPC: Ohhh if I weren’t a lady, I’d deck you! Fem!Y/N: Oh please. Try it and I’d have you on your back so fast you’d think you’re on a date. Ghost: *spits tea* Price, covered in tea: That was so unnecessary- --

Ghost: Mmph. Y/N: Dark room, avoidant, you seem tired despite sleeping for awhile…you wanna try and get out in the sun or do you just need to be in the sadness dungeon? Ghost: *holds up two fingers* Y/N: Would you like some tea for the sadness dungeon? Ghost: …Mhm. Y/N: Tea for the sad dragon coming up! Ghost: Mmph. (Aka “thank you”) Y/N: No problem! --

Y/N: Ya know sometimes there’s times in life where you just have to sit back and go, “ya know what? I’m proud of myself.” Gaz: Is this one of those times? Y/N: No- Soap: *wheeze* --

(Shibari reference)

Price: …alright, when I said we needed to restrain him in a way that ensured he couldn’t get out. This is not- Gaz: These are not military knots. Y/N: No, they aren’t. You all suggested knots that he would know how to get out of. You told me to get rid of that possibility. So, I did. Soap: He is tied…to the ceiling. Ghost: You kinky bitch. Y/N: *shrug* Price: Where did you even learn this? Y/N: That is for me and my daddy issues to know, sir. Don’t worry about it. Just wake him up so we can start interrogating him.

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Graves: We can rule the world! Ghost: *turns to leave* Graves:: *watches him pull out something of Y/N’s* Graves: WH-YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK MY WIFE Graves: GHOST. G H O S T Ghost: *leaves* --

Graves: Let me log into Twitter- WAIT, IS THAT GHOST’S DICK!?! Ghost: I fucked your wife. Graves: AGGHHHHHH- --

Medic!Y/N: Don’t torture yourself Ghost. *snips bandage* Medic!Y/N: That’s my job.~ Ghost, internally: Stayfocusedwecannot- --

Price: We’re you listening to me at all? Y/N: No I was fantasizing about beard burn. Price: Pardon? Y/N: Huh? --

Ghost: He died of natural causes. Gaz: You pushed him off the roof. Ghost: Gravity is natural. --

Y/N: Nuh Uh, no. I’m not doing it. I have self respect, and I will not stoop so low as to- Gaz: *brings out 100£.* Y/N: -oooooo*takes money* I’ll have it done in an hour. --

Soap, looking at Konig: That man is a tree. Y/N: Then I'm a fucking squirrel. Soap: On the hunt for nuts then? Y/N: Famished for them. Ghost: Why do I sit with you two...

[nnnneeev]

(all) obey me characters with gn!mc who gets immersed in doing something that they forgot to eat their meal

Lucifer

"...good grief”

will constantly remind you to eat your meals. have you forgotten that you’re human?

gives you a stern lecture about the bad effects of skipping meals. i hope you learned your lesson now

if you still forget, he might just have to use his last resort..

that’s right, he’ll prepare you your meal himself. no you cannot reject it. he needs to witness you eating it with his own two eyes

Mammon

"what do you mean you forgot?”

a bit clueless but then he remembered that constantly skipping meals are bad for humans

what if you passed out from hunger??!

gives you cup noodles. well, it’s better than nothing!

you’re not allowed to complain. that’s all he's got right now. promises to treat you something better next time

Levi

"Well I haven’t eaten anything since morning.”

he knows the feeling. he’d also get immersed in gaming that he constantly loose track of the time

even though there’s snacks lying around his room..

maybe you can both share these rainbow pizza together?

cheers to the team ‘woops i forgot to eat again’

Satan

“Eating proper meals are vital for a human to survive.”

invites you to a cafe. you need to wind down for a bit and eat something

better late than eat nothing at all

suggests you to try the pomodoro method

makes you something to drink as well. it’s not much but aside from eating, you also need to stay hydrated

Asmo

"WHAT?! Oh no, hon. We’re going to hell’s kitchen RIGHT NOW!”

seriously? how could you forget? you’re not on a diet, are you?

nuh-uh. you’re not going to skip your meal. not on his watch

oh you often lose track of the time? how about he spoon feeds you instead? <3

skipping meals is bad for your skin, darling. make sure you don’t forget now, okay?

Beel

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

boy will make it his sworn duty to always remind you to eat

worries about you. he can’t even imagine what would it feel like to skip meals

will pick you up in your room every dinner time

he knows what you’re doing right now is important, but eating to replenish your strength is also important, y’know?

Belphie

“..is that so?”

will order something if you like. cooking is too bothersome

lets you do your own thing

but if you’re still constantly forgetting it, he’s gonna pull his youngest brother card on you

tries to catch your attention/clings on you like a koala. will not let you go until you come down to the dining hall with him

Diavolo

“Aren’t humans supposed to eat at least three times a day?”

ohhh so humans tend to forget something important like this, i see i see

Will ask barbatos to prepare you something. eat up!

proposes to do your works together. in that way, missing your meals would be impossible

reviews what the stuff you’re working on is all about (despite his tight schedule). maybe he can do something to lessen your workload

Barbatos

"Oh dear, that’s no good. You should take care of yourself more often.”

will cook for you, that’s a given

the food he made is nutritionally balanced; calculated to perfection to make up with the energy you lost

pairs it with tea. it will help you relax

keeps a mental note to himself about this habit of yours

Luke

"You should at least eat something, you know?!”

scolds you for not taking care of yourself

will deliver you cookies to snack on after you ate your meal

‘Solomon said that eating sugar gives you energy... so i prepared this for you!’

will also leave some cute motivational notes together with the sweets

Simeon

"You forgot...? I see. I’ll bring you something so stay put, okay?”

makes you his signature BLT sandwich

sandwiches are great snack when working on something that requires a lot of focus

he’s made sure to add extra servings of your favorite sides

leaves it on your table and will check on you from time to time 

Solomon

"Stay right there. I’ll whip something up for you real quick.” “Solomon, you really don’t have to...” “No, I insist. I promise you’re gonna like this.”

it’s a great opportunity for him to try this new and improved recipe of his

sorry it’s too late to stop him now. you’ll just have to prepare for the worst..

got too enthusiastic in cooking that he already blew the kitchen up three times

just.. ignore those explosions and focus on what you’re doing

Thirteen

"I have some leftovers here. Not sure if you’ll like it, but it’s still better than whatever that damned sorcerer has to offer”

your name’s not on the list so she’s not that worried that you’ll die from hunger

but you’re still human. aren’t you supposed to eat something at least?

there’s a shop that just opened recently. wanna go check it out? yea just forget whatever you were doing earlier. let’s have fun instead!

her treat since she’s the one who invited you to go with her

Raphael

"We have plenty of leftovers from last night. Solomon made it so I’m sure it tastes amazing.”

no? well, how about an apple?

will keep an eye on you from a distance

you were too focused that you didn’t even notice someone leaving snacks on your desk (or maybe it’s just because he’s too stealthy)

sometimes it’s a cupcake, oftentimes it’s an unidentified matter

Mephisto

“Are humans really this careless? Just what will Lord Diavolo say I let a human like you collapse from hunger?

mc think of what will happen to diavolo’s reputation if a human got sick because they’re not eating well

you’re not doing this on purpose, are you? ..no? are humans really like this?

brace yourself because you’re about to get the fanciest, most expensive-looking full-course meal you’ll ever get

prepared by his personal chef ofc. consider yourself lucky

[dollwrites]

2-Hellsing Alucard or

7-Luke Valentine

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!human!reader, exhibitionism mention, technically sex worker!reader, fingering, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀 ∣ prompt # two // sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and see them

“Humans truly are fickle, aren’t they?” a wicked, bubbling chuckle rises from the depths of Alucard’s throat, and you can feel his fangs against the shell of your ear. you had to wonder if he was working hard to resist the temptation of biting you, or perhaps it was a simple act of self restraint, as one might if their belly is full from dinner but a big slice of chocolate cake is placed in front of them— after all, ghoulifying his favorite, little plaything wasn’t ideal. long, slender digits comb through your damp tendrils, razor nails nipping at your scalp. “Usually so eager for me, and yet right now I can feel a fiery blush on your skin.”

you were so warm; a wet, little heater pressed between his icy bare flesh and the cool glass of the window that stood taller than you. the moon was out, unencumbered by a cloudy night, and poured silvery glows over the way your breasts smashed against the glass.

“Someone will see…” you whisper— and your breath fogs the window in a small semicircle around where your cheek and lips are kissing it. “Someone will see me—“

“And?” Alucard laughs again, amused by your sudden shyness. the curve of his devilish grin smears along the side of your jaw, careening over your neck and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Someone might look up and see this, yes. In fact, I’m almost certain they will. And they will see you, writhing and pinned, with my fingers toying your pretty, human cunt.” it’s a hiss of promise, and his other hand slips around your waist and over your belly, straight to your core. your legs spread wider, even as you balance on your tip-toes, allowing him access to your sex. the pads of his fore and ring finger plant themselves against your folds to spread them, exposing your throbbing bud for his middle finger to flick slowly at, relishing in the way you jerk and jump with each pass of pressure. “No one here will be surprised to find us like this, my dear. After all, were you not appointed to this very position by the Organization itself?”

“Well, yes, but—“

“‘But…’” he repeats the word with a taunting lilt. he purses his lips, kissing your neck with startling gentleness. “You’re a modest, little thing, and you don’t want your peers to look down on you, right?” sheepishly, you tilt your head and allow him better access, subtly nodding in response to his question as you do so. “Is a soldier looked down upon for killing?” he poses the question, his middle finger pressing against your clit like a pulsing button, and you let out a soft gasp.

“N—no—“

“A painter, for painting?”

“Nuh uh…” it was getting difficult to answer him, the pressure hard as he rubs the bundle, and his long, sharp nails pet and scrape at your slick, threatening to slice your skin. they don’t, as they’re attached to svelte fingers, but the thought still sends a shiver creeping up your spine.

“Of course not,” Alucard murmurs, his mouth gliding its way back up your neck and across your cheek. at this moment, he uses the grip on your hair to encourage your head with a nudge to turn so that he may stare directly into your eyes with his own crimson ones, burning with passion. his lips tease as they hover inches from yours— and your breath lands upon them only to ricochet back into your face. locked in a passionate stare with a devil such as Alucard was a death wish for anyone else, but you were different. “Just as a toy isn’t looked down upon for being played with.” his grin curls up, revealing more of his jagged fangs, making your heart beat faster, and he presses his mouth against yours in a devouring kiss, but one that is much too brief for your liking. you’d so much rather be smothered to your end by his lips and tongue. when he pulls away, just enough to allow you to breathe, the digit rubbing your clit inches down, prodding at your clenching hole. you were already prepared for him, and all it took was a little heavy petting and some nasty words. “Besides,” his voice is a mocking, yet affectionate baritone, “what with all the screaming, the begging, the crying out my name in what could only be pleasure, do you really think anyone in this building is oblivious to how thoroughly I use you?”

[muffinsin]

I’ve read your stories in one go and honestly they’re so entertaining and a turn on. Can I request a foursome? the sisters with dicks and their female pet

Yes! You all would not believe how LONG this has been sitting in my inbox I’m sorry ;-; here ya go with a lil drabble regarding that

Masterlist

“Sssh, don’t fret, little one”, you hear a voice- Lady Bela’s- coo. You ease your squirms, as much as you can at the very least.

You groan in slight pain as a last bit of rough rope is pulled around you and tightened, a little harder than necessary. You know, this is Lady Cassandra’s work. You feel her gloved fingers still linger on the dark rope, checking its tightness and position. Slung between your legs and around your breasts, your neck and along your back.

It doesn’t restrain your movement, but has you feel warm when it rubs alongside your skin.

“Can we start already? I want my turn!”, you hear a higher, whinier voice. Lady Daniela, impatient as she is known to be.

You shiver when you feel someone adjust the black blindfold covering your eyes, and whine lowly through the ring gag sitting snugly in your mouth, stretching it far open.

You’re kneeling, completely naked on a carpet so soft and warm.

“Don’t make me exclude you from this! We agreed to share, so don’t interrupt!”, you hear the eldest scold, and Daniela whines yet again.

You jump at a pair of gloved hands on your jaw, petite and strong. Bela.

“Mhmmm, my good little pet”, she coos, and you shriek in surprise when one of her hands trails upwards, her gloved index and middle finger sliding alongside your tongue.

“Yours? What happened to sharing, huh?”- Cassandra. You gasp when Bela growls angrily, her fingertips pressing down on your tongue. “Will you two stop pestering me!”, she scolds.

She turns her attention back to you as the younger two snicker, her touch gentle as you wet her gloved fingers for her.

“She’s eager, aren’t you, pet?”, she coos. You can’t do much but nod and obey like a well trained submissive for them. You know what you are to each of them.

Bela’s pet, Cassandra’s bitch, Daniela’s slut. For once they’ve decided to share you all together, having opted for taking you separately in the last.

And you wouldn’t change it, nor can you do so. You’re completely at their mercy, their pleased, low chuckles and laughter filling the room.

You feel another pair of hands on you, behind you now, petite and soft, and gloveless. This is Daniela, you realise easily.

She urges you on your hands and knees with a simple push of your waist, and you easily comply.

Three different laughters fill the room. You’re sopping wet from their words and teasing touches already, and all three predatory women can smell it the moment Daniela parts your thighs.

“Mhmmmh, are you that happy to feel me?”, Daniela giggles, her eyes wide and hungry as she watches sweet arousal drool out from your slit.

“Allow me a taste, my love”, she coos. Yet, you find yourself whining and shaking your hips helplessly when no pleasure comes, and instead you hear Daniela’s displeased shriek.

“Nuh uh, hands off. You’re waiting your turn, missy!”, Cassandra snaps. You feel the petite hands leave your sides fast, as though Daniela is tugged away, and gasp against Bela’s fingers when instead strong, larger fingers, bare and dangerous, are set on your hips.

Tears spring to your eyes and your hips twitch when Cassandra’s sharp nails dig lightly into your skin. “Yes, morsel. Let me hear you”, she demands. You tense when she brushes her tongue against your slit, moaning and struggling to stay still.

She laughs, and you whimper when a harsh smack comes to your ass, immediately enough to leave a handprint.

Bela coos in front of you, her wet fingers pushing down your throat.

“Careful with her, Cassie. Don’t break her before we’ve had our fun with her”, she scolds, albeit lightly. It seems, though, her sister listens for once, for no more smacks follow. Instead, you feel her lean above you suddenly, her smooth, tall and strong body sliding alongside you. You feel her clothed bulge rub right between your ass cheeks and against your clit as she grinds on you.

Her breath is cool against your ear as she talks. “Don’t worry, my pet likes the pain. Don’t you? You’re such a little whore for me”, She coos by far too sweet for it to be considered sincere.

You can’t do a thing but nod, your mouth stretched wide open and Bela’s fingers making you gag more and more.

“Mhmmm keep that up, I can practically feel her clenching and trembling”, Cassandra coos.

“Hurry up already!”, Daniela pipes in, her voice breathless. You jump as she throws herself against you and nearly makes you lose her balance.

With blushing cheeks, you notice her large, perky breasts and sweet nipples rub against yours. She must have started undressing first.

You whimper at the loss of Bela’s fingers inside of you, yet moan when only a moment later you feel Cassandra’s tongue back on you. Her licks are rough and fast, but no less skilled. She works her tongue on you perfectly, her wet muscle deep inside of you as she licks into you, her nose rubbing up against your clit with each lick inside.

“GHMM! HMPF!”, you shriek in surprise when instead of fingers, you feel a long cock push inside your mouth.

Immediately, more giggles fill the room at the sound of your struggles and gags.

You feel a hand, soft again, and small- Daniela’s- on your hip. “Sssshh, my love, you’re doing so well, pet”, she coos. You groan muffled when Bela starts thrusting forwards, and Daniela’s hands slide from your hip and up to your breasts.

You feel her straddle you, her full balls and warm, curved cock pressed against your back as she mounts you. She’s cuddling up against you, it seems, even as her fingers toy with your nipples expectedly.

“Mhmmm, yes, keep going pet!”, Bela groans. You moan around her helplessly, your pussy clenching around Cassandra’s wet tongue with each gag. There is nothing you can do except moan filthily at the pleasure they give and take from you.

You feel Cassandra’s thumb on your clit, her other hand having slid away when Daniela moved onto you. You feel it on your thigh instead, her nails cutting yet again and causing red, warm blood droplets to run down your thigh. You groan when you feel Cassandra lick them off and smear them.

“S-So gooo-ood!”, Daniela whimpers, her cock thrusting alongside your back as she squeezes your breasts eagerly. She cups them and traps your erect nipple between two fingers each, and giggles when you nearly fall at another one of Bela’s deep thrusts inside of you.

“Talk about breaking her…”, Daniela giggles on top of you.

You gasp when at last the blindfold is pulled from you and blink a few times until you adjust to the dim light of the room.

Bela’s eyes are on you, the woman left in nothing but dark black, leathery lingerie. A two piece, with the bottom pulled down to expose her cock for you.

You do your best to look up into her stunning eyes as her balls slap against your chin and her long cock hits the back of your throat over and over again.

“She’s taking you so well…!”, Daniela coos, her lips against your ear and her precum smeared along your back. You’re so close, your arms and thighs are trembling.

Bela laughs at this, her hand cupping your bulged throat. “What is it, pet? Will you cum for us already? We’ve barely even touched you…maybe you are nothing but a slut”, she hisses, her hips thrusting fast. She moans with every stroke into you, every push of her cock and sensitive tip down your throat.

You cry out as Cassandra moves from your slit, just as you were so close. Her thumb rubs your clit fast, the little bud wet and slippery under her steady and ruthless fingers. “I told you she is. She’s practically drooling all over my face and rubbing her filthy pussy all over my tongue”, she snarls, laughter slipping from her wet lips.

You’re left mewling, tears running down your cheeks from all the gagging you’re enduring, your fingers grasping the carpet tightly. You’re desperately close.

“Mhmmm! Ghn!”, you groan, somehow attempting to beg your Mistresses for mercy. It seems they aren’t up for it today.

Bela merely laughs at you, the cruel elegance you have heard so much about now visible on her face and in her actions. She knows, you’re nothing but her pet, and she thrives off it.

“You want to cum?”, Daniela coos. You whimper miserably, nodding even as it makes Bela gasp and your eyes water from gagging on her large dick.

“Hmmm…should we let her?”, Daniela draws out.

You whimper and moan as Cassandra’s tongue returns to you, her hums tight against your slit as she eats you out once again.

Bela coos, her wet fingertip tipping up your chin. You stare at her through teary eyes, her slim hips pressed against you. She’s completely inside of you, moaning when your tight throat squeezes her.

“Mhmmm no, I think not. She hasn’t quite earned it yet”

You shriek as they continue, Bela’s thrusts and Daniela’s painfully skilled fingers on your nipples and breasts, Cassandra’s nails cutting and scratching as she eats as though she was starving, her free hand rubbing your poor clit quickly.

You try, really, but lack all control as you cum despite Bela’s clear disapproval.

Cassandra pulls back in shock, gasping at the orgasm she pulls from you. She smirks behind you, her tongue darting out to clean you off her lips.

“Oh-ohhh, someone’s in trouble”

[whumble-beeee]

Into the Woods and Out of the Woods

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 9

Content: mentioned past capture, angst, mentioned (potential) character death, child in distress (only for a second there tho)

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“In this life, you need to do everything in your power to survive and thrive. Supers aren’t allowed to thrive in this world. We're forced to hide, we're forced to serve, we're taken advantage of. If we don't comply, then we're dangerous, we’re feared, then we're subjugated, imprisoned, or killed. Just look at what they did to me because of my power, weak as it is [...] [They] made an example out of me, knowing I couldn't fight back, and time and time again it has been shown that I am not the only one. The current system needs to be dismantled and started anew. And if– when– ‘The Man’ says no? Then he must be taken down too.”

– Supervillain Aurelias “Elias” Byrne, codename “Alias"

**Note: Danger Level Five: Any sightings of this individual should be reported to the police immediately. DO NOT INTERACT.

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[~Not long before Stan McKellen’s recapture (the events of Ch. 1)~]

"My legs hurt!" a high voice groaned from just behind Stan. He sighed deeply and simply continued walking, arms and legs burning for rest from the nonstop exertion.

"Yeah I know, mine too. But we're almost there. And you're not the one with a bad knee, you can make it."

"But you have a magic cane to help you! I just have my stupid normal legs!" Chloe stomped on the ground with each syllable to illustrate her point.

"I'm not using my magic right now, so the cane is just a cane and my leg still hurts just as much as usual,” Stan countered. “More actually. Not to mention my wrist is killing me because I didn't have time to grab my crutch. So that's just gone now, I guess."

"You should use your power to make it easier, like you do when you’re fighting. And use it on me too! Just make my legs walk for me!"

"Not happening, I don’t wanna pass out and die from exhaustion on this hill using my powers because your legs got tired."

"But I'm about to pass out and die on this hill from exhaustion because my legs got tired. You should teach me how to use my powers, then I could just do it myself.”

“Squeaks, I don't know if you noticed, but we're basically being hunted for sport because of those exact powers.”

"Chloe, you wanna ride on my back?" Marcus chimed in, exhausted from listening to his beloved fiancé and said fiancé's equally as beloved younger sister bicker back and forth. Nonstop. For the entire trip.

"Marcus, don't encourage her. We're literally almost there," Stan groaned. He actually had no idea how far they were from the 'campsite'. But Chloe didn't need to know that.

“It's fine Stan, she's tired, she's a kid, we've been walking a long time. I get it.”

“Nuh-uh!” Chloe said in an obnoxiously nasally voice.

“Nuh-uh?” Marcus questioned, at the same time Stan reflexively cracked out a “Yuh-huh!” without even knowing what the hell he was “yuh-huh"-ing.

“Nuh-uh, I'm not a kid!”

“You're thirteen actually, so you're a kid,” Marcus laughed.

“Nuh-uh, nope! Thirteen. ThirTEEN! Teen! Teenager! I'm a teenager! Not a kid!”

“You're not a teenager until you're sixteen, actually,” Stan stated, amused smile pulling lightly at the corners of his mouth.

“Sixteen is basically an adult already, you can't be basically an adult and also barely a teenager, Stan,” Chloe said matter-of-factly.

But at least she wasn't complaining about being tired anymore.

“And I am a teenager, or else why would it be thirTEEN!?”

“Well, only kids get to ride on my back,” Marcus retorted with ridiculously heightened haughtiness, nose raised and all. “So no riding on my back for you then, big teenager.”

Chloe narrowed her eyes at Marcus. “Fine, I didn't want to ride on your back anyw–!”

“AND we're here!” Stan announced cheerfully, cutting them off with a mighty huff.

And all fell silent.

Wind whistled through the branches overhead, swishing through leaves with a gentle rustle as the crunching of dirt underfoot came to a grinding halt. The chirps of birds in the distance became audible in their tentative silence, whistles and cheeps and squawks filling the air with a cheerfully chaotic melody. The smell of wet dirt and decaying leaves wafted through the cool air. 

Chloe, of course, was the first to point out the obvious. “Uh. What do you mean?… There's nothing here…”

“Except for the beautiful sounds and sights of nature!” Marcus proclaimed, spreading his arms out and spinning around as if surrounded by the beautiful rolling hills of Austria instead of… Well, the same trees they’d been passing by unheeded for the last hour.

Stan pointed at a dinky circle of rocks on the ground, a slight char to the earth scorching the center of the ring. “Fire pit. This is it.”

“Oh okay, my bad, I guess,” Chloe sarcastically raised her arms in surrender. “Didn't know that a pile of rocks passes for a campsite now.”

“Well, it's what we've got.” Stan plopped his full-to-bursting backpack into the barely-packed dirt. “Hard to be picky when you're on the run from a buncha psycho government crazies trying to torture us or whatever.”

Chloe raised her brow and tilted her head at her brother, arms crossed in that know-it-all sort of way. “Stan. Just because you got a shattered knee doesn’t mean you need to break my back by making me sleep on the best choice owl bones and sharp rocks.”

“Chloe!” Marcus' voice nearly cracked with how high it went, appalled.

“No, no, it’s fine Marcus, she didn't mean it like that,” Stan said. She was just frustrated. “Look, it’s what we got for now. I’ll try to figure out something better for tomorrow. And hey, at least it's not under a bridge or something.”

“Or some mad scientist's lab,” Marcus pointed out.

Chloe shrugged. “I'm just saying, generally it's good to find a place where you don't have to wonder if someone might’ve been burned at the stake.”

Stan had to admit, he felt that same hopeless pit in his stomach that his sister must've been feeling. This was not how he had been hoping to spend his day. Or week, month, year. In fact, he had been hoping he would never have to flee again. Sadly, sometimes it's just not written in the stars that certain people get their way. Ever, apparently.

“... hey Chlo?” Stan called. “How you holding up?” 

She pelted a rock she'd found somewhere into the endless void of the forest. “I'm fine. Wish we had like…” she gestured around, arms wide before throwing them back down to her sides.  “Walls. Or like a roof, or something.”

Ditto.

“Stan?” Marcus called from behind him. Stan quickly made his way over to his fiancé so they could talk in private, as private as you could talk in the woods when the person you're talking about is a 3-second jog away.

“What is it? What's wrong?” Stan whispered quickly.

Marcus grinned conspiratorially at him, eyes flicking around the clearing as if searching for ninjas eavesdropping to learn of his dastardly plans.

“I think it's time–” he whispered dramatically, “for Plan 'Brother-sister-bonding-by-teaching-her-how-to-use-her-powers-and-get-her-out-of-the-mood-she’s-in’.”

Stan scoffed, failing to not let an amused shine crack through features at Marcus’ ridiculousness even as a very real worry took root in his chest. “I guess it probably is time she learned. It’s just hard for her, you know how complicated her feelings are about the powers. But I suppose if no one's around out here to see it, plenty of space…”

“And hopefully it'll help her out of that funk. I can't even begin to think what must be going through her head right now…”

“I can.”

Will I ever see my friends again?

What important things did I leave behind?

Where are we gonna sleep tonight?

When is the next time I'll get the chance to eat?

What if my brother is caught?

What if we're both caught?

Will I finally get to see what mom and dad and Stan had to go through?

I thought we were finally safe.

“It's… it's bad.”

Marcus just nodded sympathetically. The silence was excruciating. 

“... but she's a tough kid, she'll make it through.” Stan finally managed to choke out. “We all will.” 

Marcus pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. “How about this: you both go train, and while you're gone, I'll go back to that convenience store we saw a couple miles back and get some supplies. Y’know, the essentials, marshmallows, some chocolate, graham crackers…”

Stan lit up like the northern lights, eyes full of stars. “S'mores night!”

“Yeah! We can use that crappy little firepit you found!”

“Oh, she would love that!” Stan whisper-shouted, nearly jumping up and down, vibrating with excitement.

Marcus’ eyes glinted. His teasing smile nearly made Stan blush. 

“She's not the only one, huh?”  He poked Stan in the stomach, and Stan nearly squealed as he jumped back out of the way, even almost managing to avenge himself by thrusting the tip of his cane into Marcus’ chest. But Marcus grabbed the cane and yanked it forward, pulling a screech from Stan before he felt Marcus’ strong body pin his arms to his sides in a tight embrace before he fell flat on his face.

“Caught you,” he teased in a sing-songy voice. “Whatcha gonna do now?”

“Oh get off it Silva!” Stan yelled as he halfheartedly shoved to try and get away, secretly wishing he could stay here forever.

Marcus let Stan go, instead grabbing his fiancé's hands in his own and squeezing them tight, looking lovingly into each other's eyes.

"We'll have a nice night tonight,” he reassured. “I know things are horrible right now… but things always get worse before they get better. And hell, they could always be worse.”

Slight flashbacks so kindly reminded Stan of the horrors. Every day away from that hellscape was another better day. 

“Things could definitely be worse.” Stan tossed his arms over Marcus’ shoulders with a cheeky grin. “ Like for example… I could be anywhere else in the world, and then I wouldn’t be with you.”

He pulled Marcus down into a soft kiss, one hand on the back of his head to gently guide him and feeling the warmth of skin against skin, Marcus’ body against his own, supporting him wholly. And in that moment, where the world was just the two of them, he let himself imagine that everything truly was okay. That they weren't being hunted down, that they hadn't just had to flee from their home again, that he wasn't alone in this world. Because he had Chloe, and he had Marcus, and he would always have them forever.

He pulled away just as he heard Chloe shout out an over-exaggerated “Ewwwww! Get a room!” From behind them. Stan rolled his eyes and pushed off of his fiancé, who was now practically giggling.

“You better get going if you want to get back before dark. Meet up in, say, three hours?” 

Marcus gave a goofy grin and started on his way back up the trail with a big thumbs up. “Will do! Be back with yummy treats soon!”

“I'll see you in a bit! I love you!”

“Love you more!”

“Are you done eating each other's faces?” Chloe yelled. “Where's he going? What's happening, what are you planning?”

Then Marcus was gone. That small pang in his heart that came around when he couldn't see those who he loved most returned again. He'd gotten used to it, but it never stung any less.

Stan ignored the questioning as he made his way over to his little sister, who was now balancing with her arms out swinging wildly, stepping around and around from rock to rock of the small ‘fire pit’.

“Hey, Chloe?”

Her gaze shot up to his, sea-foam blue eyes peering into turquoise-green. His breath caught in his throat. The words died on his tongue for a moment as he remembered all that he had done for her. To keep her safe. To try and keep her happy. The times he clutched her in his hold, held her hand, shoved her behind him, shielded her from anything that could harm her in favor of harming himself instead.

And he would keep doing that, every single time. But that didn’t mean he would always succeed, and they needed to prepare for that.

It was finally time, huh?

Chloe tilted her head at him. “Uh… Stan? Why are you looking at me like a serial killer?”

Stan startled. “Ah, right! Sorry. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go train your powers some.”

Chloe’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Really!?” 

She jumped up as high as she could off the rocks and scrambled over to Stan. “I thought you said I couldn’t learn them because they’re dangerous!”

“I never said that!” Stan protested. “We just haven't had the chance to do it because other people want to hurt us over them. That’s why they’re dangerous. Not the power itself. Well, the power itself also can be dangerous... But you need to know it. To defend yourself. In case.”

“...in case?” Her eyebrows creased slightly.

“Uh… well, yeah, in case–”

“Boring! Let's go! I wanna learn!” Chloe interrupted a bit too quickly, grabbing Stan by the wrist and damn near tripping him flat on his face when she started to drag him toward… she didn’t even know, really. To learning powers!

“Augh! Chloe! Stop, I’m gonna trip and die and it'll be your fault!” Stan’s heart jumped into his throat and he struggled to keep his balance.

“Use your magic to fly or something,” she said giddily, though she did let up slightly on the pulling. “It's like a warm-up so you can teach me better! I bet I'll be even better at it than you!”

“Ha! In your dreams you'll be better than me!”

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Chloe was unusually quiet on their trek to find a spot to practice. Stan would say something, and then she'd brighten up for a moment, bantering and hollering as usual. But then her jaw would clench, her brows knit together. Staring into the middle distance as they walked, looking at nothing in particular. Thinking. She even ignored various cool-looking rocks and tree formations, never once trying to climb the haphazard structures.

She might be worse off than he originally thought. 

They came upon a clearing in the brush.  Flat ground, no trees or rocks in the way. 

Perfect.

“Alright, Chloe,” Stan started, startling Chloe out of her walk as he took a ready position, feet apart and grounded for a steady base, cane at the ready. No going back now. “Now I've seen you trying to use your powers without permission before and honestly, you did pretty good.”

“Nuh-uh!” She interrupted obnoxiously. 

“Yuh-huh! I've seen it!” Stan bit back without missing a beat. 

“Nuh-uh!!”

“Yuh-HUH!”

“NUH-UH!” she shouted, and Stan barely managed to block when she jumped up and tried to bap him on the top of the head.

“What are you even ‘nuh uh’-ing here?” Stan cried, accompanied by a small screech as he ducked away.

“I thought you were about to say I shouldn't have done that. But then you said something else,” Chloe shrugged.

“So you doubled down?”

A pause.

“Yesssss...”

Stan rolled his eyes. 

“You really shouldn't have used your powers, to be fair…” he considered, tapping his finger on his cane. “Especially since you know what would happen if the wrong people found out. You remember. The– the uh…”

The running.

The raids.

The people in the armored vests.

The guns.

The murder.

Our magic killing just as easily as it lifts a mug into the air.

My disappearance, the experiments I won’t talk about.

Our parents.

Stan cleared his throat. That was all in the past now. 

Chloe’s eyes were downcast, holding her arms close in a self-hug. 

Yeah. 

She remembered. 

“But uh– But I did the same when I was your age, so I can't judge. You did pretty good from… from what I saw. So I want you to show me what you've got so far.” 

Stan lifted himself off the ground in a light float, the bottom of his good leg and his hands glowing a harsh bright blue as they lifted him away from the earth. “Then I can show you how it's really done.”

Chloe’s eyes raised, a tired smile forcing its way to her lips. “Show off.”

“Well, maybe once you learn, you can also get a big head about it.”

Chloe gave a small huff in acknowledgment, her smile slowly falling from her face as she stared blankly at the ground.

Stan carefully lowered to the ground. This wasn't something they could just ignore and hope would go away, was it? 

He crept up to Chloe, the wind rustling the trees overhead creating an almost deafening cacophony in the silent spell that had befallen them like a thick blanket.

“Chlo?...” 

She wouldn't meet his eyes. 

“Talk to me, Squeaks, you’ve been off all day. What’s wrong?”

She took a sharp breath in, face scrunching up, eyes edged red.

“What do you think?” she whispered, hissed, practically. “I hate our powers. This is stupid, they’re stupid, I wish we never had magic. I don't wanna learn, I wanna– I just wa-anna be normal.”

Ah. Yeah.

Stan knew the feeling all too well.

He tried to find something encouraging to say to help lift her back up to normal, to tell her that everything would be okay and that she was perfect the way she was, powers and all. But he found that he really didn't have any words to say to make this better. Nothing that was true anyway. She wasn't wrong.

“... Chloe,” he finally started. “I need you to learn this for me, kid. I need you to be able to… to-to defend yourself in case… In case I can’t.”

Chloe’s body lurched with a held-back sob. “I don’t want to learn! I hate our magic! It’s not fair! I wish we never had powers, then I could still have a normal family. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about you not being able to protect me! I wouldn’t have to protect myself, I wouldn’t have to be strong, I don’t want to be strong! I wish Mom and Dad were still here! I just want my mo-mommy and daddy-y-y!”

She cried freely now, breathing shallow and fast as she tried to catch her breath over the shuddering and the tears, muscles clenched as she hugged herself in some small attempt at security, face scrunched and small and pained as she finally let out all that she’d been holding in the entire trip. For who even knew how long.

He gazed at her with glassy eyes; his sister weeping before him. She’d been through so much. His wonderful, amazing, annoying sister who he’d been through hell to protect. 

She didn't deserve this.

They both didn't deserve this.

He pursed his lips. Tears burned at his eyes now too, threatening to wet his cheeks just as they were doing to Chloe.

He pulled her in close to his chest, heartbeat thrumming against her as he held her tight. A hug she didn’t reciprocate, didn’t need to.

“I know. Me too,” he whispered.

It was unfair. It was incredibly, heart-wrenchingly unfair. Just knowing everyone and everything they ever loved could be so easily ripped away from their desperate grasp as easily as wind blows leaves across the ground. 

“But…”

Stan had screamed and cried about it for many a night and day, mourning the loss of the person he could have been if anything else was different.

“That’s not the hand we’ve been dealt,” Stan murmured into his sister's nappy hair, clutching her even closer as she trembled. “It's unfair, it's so, so unfair. But that's just…”

Screaming.

Crying.

Begging.

Running.

Wishing for something different.

“That's just how it is.”

And that’s why I need you to learn.

She let out a sob into his shoulder. They sat like that for a long while; Listening to the sounds of nature which never ceased around them. The whistle of the wind through trees, the birds chirping all around them. The continuously quieter weeping as the girl in the center of it all tired herself out.

“Those ho-orrible people, Chloe?” he breathed. “They want to capture you. They want to capture me. They did capture me. Tortured me. It’s a… It’s a miracle I escaped, honestly. They captured Mom, Da-ad. And–... and they would do it to you too, if-if given the chance.”

Teary wetness started to soak through the shoulder of Stan’s shirt.

He squeezed her shoulders, breath shaking. “I need you to… I need to know you can defend yourself, okay? A-and as much of a curse as our powers are, they’re strong. So strong, just like you. You can learn how to use them to defend yourself, right? In case I can’t anymore, in case–”

“DON’T SAY THAT!!” Chloe cried out, angry, desperate azure eyes flashing angrily up at her brother as she pushed away from him. “Say that you’ll always be here for me! Always! You can’t get caught again! I need you! Marcus needs you! You’re gonna stay with me and we’re gonna find Mom and Dad and you’re never going anywhere ever again, and neither am I! And neither is Marcus, or Mom, or Dad, and if anyone tries to hurt them again then I'll kill them and then we can all stay together! An’-- an’ I'll get the guys who tortured you too and I'll make them pay.”

Stan felt a melancholy smile overtake his face through the running tears. Maybe not the exact right motivations, wanting to kill anyone who ever tried to hurt them. 

But it was a start. 

He knew he couldn’t promise that he would always be here to protect her. His parents had promised the same thing. And yet…

“Don't worry, Squeaks, I’m–... I’m not going anywhere. Nev-never plan to,” He sniffled. “Also, uh… maybe don't kill them… that wouldn't make you much uh, much better than them, would it?” He winked. “Maybe just maim them a bit.

Chloe nodded slightly, jaw set as she took a deep, shaking breath and a similar smile Stan's started invading her features as well. “Yeah… Jus’-just broken bones. Thr-throw them into the ceiling like you do a little. Pay them back for your knee...”

Stan snickered. “I would love to pay back the person who crapped up my knee…” and he couldn't help the welling pride in his chest as he raised his gaze to look his sister in the eye once more. It almost caused the tears to start pouring all over again.

“And if you were the one to get them, Squeaks? Maybe you let me get in on the action too? God, I would let you lord that over me forever.”

Chloe burst into a little laugh, still marked with the haunting ghosts of sobs. “I would never let you forget it.”

“So… you're on board then?” he asked tentatively. “Gonna learn your powers and defeat the bad guys for me? Marcus is bringing some treats back to camp for when we’re done too, though you’ll get them either way, we all need a bit of a pick me up.”

“Treats?” She looked up at him like an astounded little puppy dog. Stan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah! So you wanna work the magic a bit? Or you just wanna head back and be lazy?

“I…” She was still shaking. “I… I think… magic. But uh, but… You-you can fight your own bad guys. I’ll be too busy floating around you to help you not get your ass kicked.” 

Her eyes widened slightly when Stan raised his eyebrow at her.

“I mean… Butt.”

Stan scoffed. “Yeah, okay potty mouth–”

“Potty mouth? Are you five years old?”

“Am I five years old? You’re the one who can't say ‘ass’.” 

“That's because you're my brother!”

“Well,” Stan theatrically cracked his knuckles and drew some power up through his cane as he grinned at her smugly. “You know any five-year-olds that can do this?”

He swiped with a grand flourish at the nearest tree across the clearing, a full sweep through air in front of him with all the force he could muster up, bathing the now sunset orange-red ring of trees in a blast of eerie aqua blue. A deafening crackle-pop came from deep within the trunk, as if the wood itself was screaming out in protest, in agony, as cracks started to explode outward, shining through with bright blue light bursts. The side of the tree exploded with a thunderous roaring creak, gnarled and deep and sharp and twisting as it showered bark and wood pulp down on the two siblings as the both screamed in what was terrified joy and dove to duck and cover.

Stan immediately realized his error with a playful screech, jumping in front of Chloe and pulling her in close to shield her from the flying wooden shrapnel machine that the tree had so unwittingly become.

Then once again, the clearing was safe, wooden rain finishing its downpour, a few stray splinters tip tapping into the ground. The only sound to be heard now was the breathless laughter of two siblings as they took in the full breadth of what just happened.

Stan had just exploded a tree.

It looked like a cannonball had been shot through it! But surprisingly, it was still standing. Tilting, sure. But standing.

Stan cleared his throat, blinking against the wood dust. Chloe now stared openmouthed and wide-eyed at the mighty tree, a deep eternal gash scarring to the very heart of the wood.

“I uh–...” Stan coughed with a curt laugh. He had to pant to get enough air into his system “I didn’t expect it to explode that much.”

Chloe’s gaze shifted back to her brother, open mouth and all.

“That. Was. AWESOME!!” She cried, jumping up and down like a child on a trampoline. “I mean, you basically killed that tree… but that was so cool! I didn’t know we could explode things!!”

“Well I mean, I didn’t really explode it, I just kinda hit it hard enough that it exploded. Kinda surprised it's still standing.”

“Show me!” Chloe exclaimed, bouncing over to the tree to examine the damage more closely. “Show me show me show me! Show me how to do that, I wanna hit that hard!”

“Careful, you’ll get splinters!” 

“Shoulda thought of that before you exploded a tree!”

Stan hurried after her as fast as he could go without winding himself even more. He leaned extra hard on his cane as he walked, movements just a bit more sluggish. That had taken so much more energy than he had thought it would, even with the cane helping him along and aiding the power. But hey, at least Chloe was excited again. Happy. For now.

That’s all Stan could ever ask for.

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[charleslee-valentine]

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanworks Event Day 3: Alternate Universe

One where both twins survive

Ship(s): None

Word Count: ~1,500

Warnings: Description of injuries, blood, mild panic attack, picking/harmful stimming.

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

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The hospital keeps little mittens on his hands so he doesn’t pick his scabs.

The sutures on his face are his favorite.

Nubbins has been in here for a long time. They can’t blame him when his body gets overwhelmed by the pain and the itch. Digging his nails into the unwelcome feelings makes them go away. Makes his thoughts calm down a little anyways.

When he’s alone for too long, he gets a little unsteady.

He’d never been to the hospital before, and now he’s been trapped here for months. It’ll be just a little longer now, until they can take the stuff holding his jaw together back out. That’s what Drayton told him anyways, translating what the mean old doctors were saying into words he could understand.

It got scary, when he didn’t have one of his brothers here. All on his own, freezing cold, not allowed to hum or play or pick, forced to act by their standards. He hates them all. Almost as much as he hates the neighbor girl for pushing him in the road.

Almost as much as he hates his twin brother for leaving him.

He knew Nubbins couldn’t come with him. He knew that! And then he went anyways! It made him so angry he could just-

A faint gasping cry echoes in the hallway. It sounds like one of the nurses maybe, sounds like going into shock.

If he could get up, he would, but he’s forced into this dumb bed still, so he stays put, stretching his neck so far it hurts from trying to see what’s going on.

Whatever’s happening, there’s blood out there.

Nubbins always thought being afraid of blood was stupid. Then again, he also thought he was safe on the road.

Here they were.

He’s never being sure of anything again.

Unless that counts as being sure of being unsure. Even through the cloth wrapped around his hands, he scratches at his skin. He’s just- he’s angry! There’s so much buzzing underneath his skin and he just wants out!

Nubbins balls up his hands and hits. Anywhere he can reach. His arms, his chest, his legs, and dammit he can’t even feel it in his legs. The beepy-sound the screen beside him makes to measure his heart gets loud and fast.

But nobody comes to check on him.

A sick, sweaty kind of feeling rises up in his chest. It’s panic. He is afraid.

That blood must mean something.

Maybe he’s hurt again.

But no. The nurses do come, eventually, but they’re different from his usual ones. They aren’t there for him.

It’s another patient. Another Sawyer patient.

“Wh-What is he doin’ here?”

Like he’s stupid, like he’s a child, they explain it slow. They say his brother got hurt in the war and had to come to the hospital to get put back together. Just because they’re family they’re getting shoved in the same room. The Veterans hospital was too expensive to keep him, so here he is. Invading Nubbins’ space.

Bobby smiles and waves like nothing is wrong.

“Nubbins!!”

Nubbins folds his arms, at least as best he can, given he’s just regaining motion in them, and shouts, “No!! D-Don’t you t-talk to me! I hate you!”

It seems to cut Bobby deep. He practically whines, like he used to when they were little and pitching fits to get what they wanted, “Nuh uh! You-You love me f-forever! I’m your brother!”

The angry in Nubbins’ heart mixes up with those memories of his brother and gets sorta tangled. In a way that makes him queasy.

He covers his ears with his hands, “Shut up! Sh-Shut up!!”

“Why sh-should I?” Bobby argues right away, loud as he can to defy the order.

So Nubbins explains why, grumpy that Bobby couldn’t just get it on his own and leave him be, “‘Cause I-I’m mad at you... B-But if you stays q-quiet, I might ch-change my mind.”

Guilt made him add that last part. Drayton always taught them you could love someone, but didn’t have to like them. He still loves his twin. It’s just confusing when he doesn’t like him. Like he doesn’t know whether to be upset or not. Nubbins wants to like him.

Bobby tries to comply and be silent. Really, he does, and it’s clear in the loud beeping of their neighboring machines being the only sound. He gives in eventually as it drones on, “But Nubbins-“

“Shhhhh!”

“Okay.”

Nubbins’ thoughts are like mushy applesauce. Like rot after it’s already sunk in deep through the body of a raccoon or a opossum on the side of the road. None of it makes sense and it’s all just too much. Nubbins angrily swishes his hands in the air to kill some of those bad feelings bubbled up in his body.

The silence lasts this time. Gives Nubbins a moment to just be a little spastic until he’s ready to speak.

“I-I’m mad a-at you.” He finally announces, voice sounding a little wavy and strained.

“W-What’d I do?” Bobby asks, and it’s genuine.

So Nubbins answers genuine back, simple facts without all those mean emotions getting in the way, “You left.”

“Oh. Y-Yeah.” Bobby nods, like he’s going to accept it, but then a thought occurs to him. He raises shoulders up a little so it’s known he’s going to speak before he even starts, “B-But I..I didn’t want to.”

They’d tried to tell him that. Bobby said so in his letters home, and Drayton put it into words, bringing what the paper said (and what Nubbins couldn’t read) to life.

Nubbins hadn’t believed either of them.

He thought that’s just what was said to make him feel better.

Now he feels the need to defend his pain, “I was a-alone. Forever.”

Bobby nods again, like he gets it, but he taps the big stitches and staples and leaky bandages on the side of his head, “I got hurt. Y-You can see it. L-Look at my head. A..A machete d-did that.”

“We-Well I c’ain’t e-even walk!” Nubbins shouts it in frustration.

That truck stole a lot of things from him that day.

None of them hurt as bad as when the government stole Bobby away to go fight.

Maybe. Maybe his anger was never really at his brother anyway. That's the most confusing part. Still, he’s willing to listen now and answer Bobby’s questions cooperatively.

For starts, Bobby seems confused by the confession Nubbins made, “Didja for-forget how?”

“I got huh-hurt too.” Nubbins explains, showing the scars down the backs of his arms from all the pins they put in to fix his bones, and turning his head to show the big sutures on his face from his jaw problem.

Bobby doesn’t even hesitate to reassure him, at the sight of his brother hurt, just like the way it used to be, “The doctors’ll.. th-they’ll getcha all better! They’s helped me l-lots. ‘Til.. ‘Til I tore my scab o-off. Nurse lady run o-outta there screamin’!”

So that explains that. The bloody woman must’ve tried to help him and got scared off. Nubbins wonders how bad it is under the bandages on Bobby’s head, but he doesn’t ask. That would be not nice.

Nubbins doesn’t want to be not nice anymore. Maybe he forgives too easily or something, but he’s not mad anymore. It still hurts that Bobby left, but they both suffered together, even far far apart.

Always connected.

He giggles at Bobby’s story and shows the thick mittens still on his hands, another thing they have in common, “Y-You pick ‘em too?”

Bobby nods in agreement, but he does it too fast and looks like he gets sick and dizzy. After a moment, he lays his head down on his pillows, a little pale.

It makes Nubbins feel yucky. Like he might lose him.

He whispers, “Are w-we gonna be.. o-okay?”

Bobby looks all around the room before he answers, just as quiet, “I-I think so. We’re to-together again so’s.. that-that’s gotta be good. R-Right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I-I think you’re right. We’ll get out, a-and we’ll go home. We-We can’t play by the road but..but we can.. we can have fun again!” Nubbins gets all excited when thinking about having fun again makes his heart and his stomach feel better.

Until a thought occurs to him, and his smile drops away a little, “D-Do you still want to?”

Bobby doesn’t hesitate to encourage him, “‘Course! Me an’ you, Nubs, a-and Bubba too!”

And Nubbins believes it. Maybe it’s dumb but he doesn’t wanna hate his brother forever. They promised they’d be together all their lives, and that was broken. But maybe now it won’t be.

They’re both busted up. The family’s gonna have to give them some space, and they’ll spend it all telling each other about the last year. Maybe it’ll be like he never even left.

It makes Nubbins happy. His hands flutter about and show it. It hurts a little in his shoulders and chest, but he doesn’t care. He shakes and wiggles and claps all the good energy out into the world.

Bobby joins him. He makes noise when he does it, always has. A little hummy sound that gets higher based on how much his arms is wiggling.

It’s comfortable. Familiar. Happy.

[mamirhodessxox]

Hey There Delilah (Part 2)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Alcohol.

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It was officially summer break, Kinsley would often sleep over at Delilahs or help out with the shop, Today on the other hand it was scorching hot, it was usually warm in California but it was warmer than usual, Delilah had the AC blasting & the door wide open which gave her the Privilege of hearing the ocean waves crash into each other, Kinsley sat behind the register braiding her hair while Lilah groaned and sat next to her while Cody walked into the shop “Well aren’t you two just a ball of joy.” Kinsley perked up and nudged Lilah while her head was on the counter “I feel like I’m in hell.” She mumbled before sitting up while Cody let out a light laugh & set down slushies in front of them “Got you two something cold to drink.” Lilah sighed in relief and took one “Your the best person ever.” Kinsley smiled and waved a little at Cody “Why don’t you two just go in the water, you’re across the beach anyways.” He asked before taking a sip of Lilahs slushie leaving her a bit bewildered.

“Because the store needs to be open. And I need to run it.” Cody rolled his eyes in a playful manner before patting her hand “Why don’t I get you guy’s something to eat and we close up the shop, it’s hot, first day of summer break and have s beach picnic and play in the water, I don’t need a pretty girl like you getting sick from heat stroke. That goes for you too missy.” He pointed at Kinsley who was busy staring at the colors of her drink “Co-“ he pointed his finger back at Delilah and tilted his head. “Fine..” he nodded approvingly at her response and walked off from the shop to get lunch for the sisters.

At least an hour later Lilah and Kinsley sat on a blanket right on the beach and Cody had just came back with some sort of food, they didn’t care they just wanted to eat. Cody sat down and handed them sandwiches and out of pure curiosity “Lilah have you ever drank?” She smiled tilting her head “Yeah, water” he shook his head “No like, Alcohol.” She shook her head “Nuh-Uh, Mom and dad always told me it would take me down the wrong path in life.” Kinsley furrowed her brows “But dad drinks beer, plus they already say you went downhill anyway..?” Cody chuckled shaking his head “Alcohol doesn’t take anyone down the right path in life unless you let it.” She hummed and nodded her head “I mean I guess I could try it one day but never beer.”

He smiled nodding “I would never imagine someone so petite and classy like you ever even go near a beer bottle.” She smiled before taking a bite of her food while Kinsley ran off to go play in the water, Cody scooted closer to Lilah while she stared at his neck “What’s the story behind that?” She questioned but never judged, all of the questions she had were out of kindness and curiosity, He liked that about her, he liked how genuine she was, she was humble, respectful and pure, he liked that she was actually personally interested in him as a person and not a celebrity, especially since she met him authentically and didn’t even recognize who he was. He came back to reality and knew she was talking about his neck tattoo and smiled “It’s just some logo for my wrestling thing, I promise you it was not supposed to be that big.” She smiled and traced her nail over it “I like it, A little big but I like it. I’ve always wanted a tattoo but my parents are against it.”

From what he gathered he noticed that her parents didn’t approve of many things despite her adulthood in life, they didn’t appreciate how she made a business by herself, or anything, they certainly wouldn’t approve of him by pure assumption of who he is. “Doll your a grown woman, you’re allowed to get whatever you want with your own money.” She shrugged “Most of my actions will have an impact on whether or not Kinsley will be allowed to see me, They’ll take her away from me like that.” He furrowed his brows shaking his head “That’s not right at all, in-fact it’s disgusting.” Lilah shrugged “It usually turns into an argument with them everytime I go to church with Kinsley.” He furrowed his brows and played with her hair “Take me to church with you, it’s tomorrow right? Sunday Mass? I’ll go with you.” She smiled at the offer and nodded her head “we’ll be here waiting then.”

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The next morning Lilah wore a summer dress and helped Kinsley get ready for church, Kinsley hated going to church every sunday since she wanted to sleep in but her parents were strict and heavy on her attending Mass. The pair left the store & saw Cody walk up to them “It’s that one little church down the street right?” Lilah nodded with a smile “Yeah, we usually walk there.” And that they did, they talked, laughed and then quieted down when they arrived at the church where her parents awaited for their arrival & immediately they glared.

They attended mass & sat all together, Cody next to Lilah, Kinsley next to her parents. Cody listened thoroughly and followed along the process they were all doing over anything brought up in the bible, Cody ran his hand up Lilah’s thigh making her breath hitch & look at him with a flustered & shy expression and held onto her hand shaking her head. At the end of mass they all met outside & saw a very dissatisfied expression on her parents faces

Lilah & Kinsley’s father scoffed running a hand down his face “Are you serious right now Delilah? Your letting a man with a goddamn neck tattoo near your little sister?” Cody raised a brow “We’re in the modern day and we still judge people over tattoos? That’s quite childish and embarrassing honestly.” He nipped back at their father while their mom stepped forward “Lilah honey is this really who you see yourself living life with? We know who he is, he kicks people for a living.” Lilah frowned and fiddled with her fingers “Mama he’s ni-“ her father butted back in “He’s a goddamn man who dressed up as a galaxy atom for a living for Christ’s sake.” Kinsley glared

“His name was STAR DUST thank you!” Cody crouched to Kinsley “Sweetheart let the adults handle this okay?” Her father glared “Get the hell away from my child!” Lilah became overwhelmed “Can we please just get church over with this is embarrassing! We’re arguing infront of people & getting dirty looks.” Her mother scoffed grabbing Kinsley “We don’t want you or him here at lunch with us today, she’ll come back tomorrow. Have a nice evening Delilah” She frowned while Kinsley pushed her morher away and ran back to Cody & Lilah and hugged his leg “I wanna stay with them!” Their father scowled and straightened his coast “This is not what god would want for you Lilah, Your a screw up in life, seriously? You’re having this man hang around you & your little sister clearly being a bad influence, You were not supposed to live a life like a circus show, Your an utter failure.” She frowned shaking her head “You don’t know what God wanted for me in my life, I’m a grown woman Mama! You’re upset because neither of you can control me under your roof anymore.”

Her mother was frustrated and strutted off into the church’s parking lot with her father following along leaving the 3 standing there alone while Delilah felt a wave of overwhelming feelings and emotions and started tearing up which made Cody turn to her and hold her face in his hands “Don’t cry sweetheart, everything they say is untrue, You’re not a fuck up, your far from it, hell your doing better than me & I make a lot of money.” She sniffled while Kinsley frowned hugging her side while Cody wiped off any tears even if they kept coming “You did such a good job defending yourself ‘m so proud of you sweet girl.” He gave her a hug while she hiccuped and sniffled when her body started overflowing with guilt & just clung onto him like a koala “c’mon sweetheart let’s get you two back home and we can figure out what we can do with the rest of the day alright?” She nodded and held her little sisters hand before walking back home.

Lilah walked inside of the flower shop sighing and sitting down on the stool behind the register while Kinsley scampered upstairs to take a well deserved nap. “How are you feeling doll?” Cody hummed out standing next to her and running his hand up and down her back while she shrugged, she was easily overstimulated socially & sighed, her poor little brain was confused as to why she had feelings for him when she just met him, she was confused why her parents detested her & overall confused with what she was doing wrong.

“I’m fine just- overwhelmed.” She pouted out while Cody held her close and kissed the top of her head “You’ll be fine pretty girl, ‘jus need you to relax for a little bit and it’ll be as if today never happened.” She smiled and looked up at him before kissing his cheek which made him hum out and look at her “Your such a sweet little thing.” She smiled at him and hugged his arm “Your so nice to me.” He smiled at her muttered words and nodded before making her look at him “You have such a pretty face sweetheart.” Lilah was utterly confused with her emotions, half of the things she didn’t know were normal to be feeling. She felt tingling and aching inbetween her legs which made her thighs tighten up against each other and started tearing up letting out little whined and whimpers, which he very clearly noticed but acted like he didn’t on purpose. He gave her a kiss & pulled away “I’m gonna let you girls rest and visit tomorrow’kay?” She frowned nodding not knowing what to do with the things she was feeling.

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By the next week Kinsley was on a road trip with her parents & it was already sunday, Cody & Lilah were at church by themselves this time without anyone going with them & he had no idea how to properly behave, Lilah was busy reading the bible along with what the priest was reading out & Cody was bored so he dipped his hand under her dress and toyed with her thighs for a bit which made her hitch her breath & look at him, he gave her a warning look to stay quiet so she complied like the good sweet girl she was but let out a quiet squeak when he fingers pushed her panties aside,

there was that feeling again, the feeling where she felt all wet & achey, she whimpered and leaned over towards Cody frowning while trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid drawing any attention “Cody I feel tingly..” he smiled and moved his middle finger around her clit which made her let out a soft gasp “I got it from here sweetheart just sit & look pretty okay?” And that she did, she let him to whatever he wanted, He would tease her over again by pushing a finger into her pussy and pulling it back out to tease her clit which made her tear up and bury her face in his arm until he permanently shoved his finger back into her pussy & started thrusting it in a quick motion while he held her jaw

“Don’t make a fucking sound am I understood?” She nodded her head while tears streamed down her face “M-My tum-tummy feels weird..!” He hummed and went faster “That means your so close princess, you gonna cum huh? Make a damn mess all over this fucking church hm?” She bit on his coat and clenched her thighs around his wrist while he kept fucking her overstimulated cunt with his finger before pulling it out and patting her clit which made her take a deep breath & start shaking.

Soon she noticed she felt relief & also felt cum leaking from her hole, Cody kissed the top of his head smiling in accomplishment before pushing her panties back in their proper place while kissing her cheek “You did so good sweetheart.” She breathed heavily and held her thighs shut while her eyes were all glossy & drool ran down her mouth which he cleaned up before church was over.

He didn’t even have to put in much effort into touching her which made him automatically know the feelings she felt for him.

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[thesandsofelsweyr]

More about reptile fics!

(from WIP Ask Game)

Haven't made much progress since sharing the preview recently but I can drop some new crumbles below. This is a dark fic, so I'm labelling it as such. Please pay attention to the CWs!

(The title's from the NIN song of the same name)

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

He runs a thumb along the soft, tear-stained skin of her cheek, imagining what it would look like with a J seared into it. His J, marking his property.

She tries to turn her head, to squeeze her eyes shut before she can get a look at his face. Nuh-uh-uh. He grabs her by the jaw, cruel fingers digging into her skin, and jerks her head back hard.

“Open your eyes,” he snarls as his hand squeezes as tight as a bear trap. He can feel her blood pulsing through her veins as her heart pumps fear through her.

She obeys, peeking out like a frightened little girl. Her eyes flick straight to the brand on his cheek. That brings a savage smile to his lips.

“You like that sweetheart?” he laughs mirthlessly as he lays the flat of the blade against her cheek. “You want one of your own?”

He drags a finger up her naked spine, caressing that smooth, unblemished flesh. His back is nothing but ridges of scar tissue from scalpels, canes, electrical cords, barbed wire.

⚠️ cw: past torture, past attempted rape/non-con (⚣)

This would’ve been him, if not for the Clown. After the pair of Batman impostors had beaten him to the edge of unconsciousness they’d stripped him of his orange jumpsuit and cut away his briefs, before stringing him up by his wrists so that they could take turns whipping him with a bamboo cane. After leaving him striped bloody from the base of his neck, down his back, ass, and thighs, to the hollows of his knees, one of the men had squeezed his bruised balls in a gauntleted fist until he’d passed out from the pain. He’d regained consciousness as the larger of the pair was shoving his naked, emaciated corpse over an old desk in that abandoned office he’d called home for over a year of his life.

Dazed from the pain, and still floating in the murky haze of the hallucinogens Quinn had shoved down his throat, he hadn’t been lucid enough to realize what was about to happen to him until a massive hand pressed down on his lower back, pinning him against the solid wood of the desktop, while a blood-slicked thumb was forced inside his virgin asshole. He’d screamed then, as loud as his ravaged voice would allow, and fought to escape the horror that he was about to face. His feeble struggles only seemed to amuse the man, who worked his thumb deeper into his ass before replacing it with two fingers that thrust in and out of him with an obscene, sickening squelch.

He wraps his hand around her throat and yanks her up before pressing his lips to her ear and growling: “Then beg for it.”

“Please fuck my tight little asshole, sir,” she says breathlessly. “Please make me scream your name.”

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir. I need your cock in my ass. Your cock. Only yours.”

[gureshinlover]

More of JAMROCK translation! Second part is a short one for Tamausagi’s and Ten’s introduction it’s really fun~~

The links to the drama track on youtube and spotify are here

Translation of [Prologue: TRACK02] on below:

[Prologue: TRACK 02]

Ten: Pow! Pow! Oniisan, you heard the broadcast just now!?

[TN: He’s calling him oniisan because Tamausagi is older, not because they’re related]

Tamausagi: Haha, dear customer, don’t move around while I’m washing your hair please?

….Stand still you idiot

Ten: Ah? You said somethin’!?

Tamausagi: Ah no, nothing

Ten: Is that so? Anyway, ahhh this can’t be real… Vibes are getting great! Pow! Pow!

Tamausagi: Hahaha, if you move any more, you might get hot water on your face?

Ten: But how can I get calm! It’s a Reggae audition hosted by Oneness!? Actually, why are you so freaking calm!?

Tamausagi: After all, haven’t there been countless Reggae tournaments organized before.

I’ll be massaging like this, alright~

Ten: Ah~… But Oneness organizing is for the first time y’know~? That’s still somethin’ amazing! Even for me, it’s something pretty special

Tamausagi: Dear customer, you seem to be liking Oneness a lot

Ten: Liking... Nah, it’s RESPECT!

Oneness brought Reggae to this messed up country—I was shivering in that moment…! Weren’t you the same!?

Tamausagi: Well, at that time, I was still in primary school. I just thought “Oh cool”, I didn’t get that enthuasiatic. By the way, aren’t you around the same age as me?

Ten: Haha! Even so, I felt somethin’ inside as a kid! In my heart!

Tamausagi: Heh…

Ten: You don’t look interested~! By any chance, you haven’t felt Love & Peace with Reggae yet!?

Lemme show you then! With my song!!

Tamausagi: Ah no, I don’t need it.

Ten: Don’t say that~ I’ll sing a bit so listen ok? Ahem…

Ah but, somehow, did you increase your strength? Ah..OW OW OW! STOP STOP! MY HEAD IS GONNA BREAK!!

Tamausagi: Oops, I’m really sorry. I’m still not used to massaging

Ten: *sigh* C-Can’t be helped then! Okay Okay

Tamausagi: By the way, customer, you’re famous right? I once saw you getting introduced as  “Street reggae’s young prodigy, Hakumo Ten” on TV.

That feeling talking just now, you’ll participate in this tournament too right?

Ten: YEAH MAN!

Pheww~, so you really know about me? I’m getting embarrassed! Well, it’s like, who’s gonna join if not me, and people around me don’t leave me alone too yknow!

Tamausagi: Is that so… Actually, I’m thinking whether I should join too

Ten: Huh? Seriously!? Even though you looked like you didn’t have interest at all!?

Tamausagi: Having interest and participating in it are totally different stories right?

Ten: Aah, you might be right! However, winning even though you’re not interested, Ragga Clash isn’t that easy y’know?

Tamausagi: …Thanks for the advice

Ten: Haha, you’re interesting. Ha~h, got it, so it means you’ll be my rival huh! Meeting somewhere like this must be predestined! Nuh-uh~

Tamausagi: Then, I’m washing off the bubbles~

Ten: Gah!? Wait, it’s getting in my eyes!! The hot water!!

Tamausagi: That’s why I told you not to move~

Ten: Eh, I was standing still—

Tamausagi: Alright, alright, it’ll end soon

Ten: Yeah man…

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Tamausagi:  — How does it feel like this?

Ten: Ohhhhh!! Wicked! It’s burnishing my dread!!

Man, you got great talent! And also such charisma! Allow me to call you by your name for the next time!

Tamausagi: Thank you so much. Then next time coming to the store, call me Tamausagi.

Ten: Usagi-chan huh~ What a cute name

Tamausagi: Don’t call me like that please.

Ten: Eh? It’s a no? Then, saying the first part, “Tama”! Haha, this time it’s like a cat!

Tamausagi: It’s even worse than “Usagi-chan”.

Ten: Eh~~

Tamausagi: Call me “Tamausagi” please.

Ten: Hmm, can’t help it then… Then, nice to meet you, “Tamausagi”!

Tamausagi: Yes, nice to meet you too. Then, about the bill—

Ten: UOOOHHH!! WHATTTTTT!?

Tamausagi: ! shut your mouth… Ahem, what happened?

Ten: Oi oi, it’s the worst! Look at my phone!

Tamausagi: tch, what the heck—

Ten: ONE PAISEN HAS DISAPPEARED, IT SAYS! IT’S THE RULER OF THE COUNTRY YKNOW!?

EVEN THOUGH RAGGA CLASH STARTING HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED RECENTLY

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN…?

 Translator: Zeuzey

[harveyhawkscripts]

[A4A] Drider Post Break-Up Comfort [Drider speaker] [Best friend listener] [Decorating plushies]

Google Doc

AN: Hello! So, while I usually post four scripts a month, this is probably going to be my last script for September. I’ve just been super busy with life stuff. If inspiration suddenly strikes and I find the time I might write one more, but who knows? 

Usage:

- Okay for monetization 

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: A modern fantasy setting. The VA, a drider, is visited by the listener, who was recently broken up with over text. The listener wants a makeover, but the VA can tell that’s not what they need and suggest remaking plushies from their ex instead. 

Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word count: 1111

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[Knocking on door]

DRIDER:

Just a second!

[Door opens]

Hey sweetie. How are you holding up?

(.)

It’s no problem! You can come over whenever you want, even if it’s short notice. Come on in.

[Door closes]

Now, show me the text that useless ex of yours sent.

(.)

Ugh, that jerkwad! Over a year of dating and they break up with you through a text! What the hell is their problem?

(.)

(Shocked) Nuh-uh. No way. They did not break up with you to get with someone else!

(.)

Unbelievable. I should kill them. Do you want me to kill them for you?

(.)

I could maim them a little bit. Tie them up in my web, make them squirm before I use my pinchers on them. How does that sound?

(.)

Aw, you’re no fun. Y’know, I knew they were bad news the moment you told me about their arachnophobia. I mean, being scared is one thing, but they sound downright awful. Who has the urge to kill every spider they find? If it’s chilling in your house, just put it outside. If it’s outside, just leave it be. There’s no reason to resort to violence.

(.)

Yeah, but my violence would be justified. Everyone knows you don’t break up with someone over text. Duh.

(.)

Fine, fine. I won’t hurt them if you don’t want me to. You’re my main concern, anyway. So, how can I help you feel better? You wanna egg their house? Eat some chocolate? Ooh, maybe go on a shopping spree? We can do all three.

(.)

You’re really focused on your phone there, sweetie. You aren’t still texting them, aren’t you?

(.)

Wait a second! Are you looking at pictures of their new partner? Oh, no you don’t! You’re not going to compare yourself to them, I won’t allow it!

(.)

Don’t put yourself down, sweetie. They’re just some random person. They probably don’t know what they’re getting themselves into, or else they wouldn’t be with your ex. Don’t worry about them.

(.)

Huh? What are you saying? Of course you’re not ugly! You’re absolutely radiant, sweetie, trust me.

(.)

Nope. No way. We aren’t going there. You do not need to look more like them. You are not going to change yourself to appeal to that jerkwad, you got that? I won’t allow it.

(.)

(Sigh) Sweetie, listen. If you truly want a makeover, I’ll help you. But I’m not going to make you look like someone you’re not. I would rather help accentuate your natural beauty and your sense of style.

(.)

Nope! No emotionally-charged copy-cat makeover for you. You’d only regret it. Now, let’s find something else to do.

(.)

Your stuffed animals? What about them?

(.)

Why not just get rid of them, then? Just toss the ones they gave you and you won’t have to think of them.

(.)

How do you grow attached to inanimate objects? Tch, humans will pack-bond with anything.

(.)

Let me think… Oh, I know! Instead of giving you a makeover, let’s give your plushies makeovers! Ooh, we can do different styles, add some weighted stuffing, maybe dried lavender inside. I can do the sewing. That way you don’t have to get rid of the plushies they gave you, you can just make them into something new!

(.)

Yeah, it’ll totally be good for you. It’ll be, like, symbolic or something. Let me grab my craft supplies and junk food and we can head to your place.

[TIME SKIP]

Okay! Time to get crafty! So, where do you want to start?

(.)

Oh, it’s the elephant they won you on that double date. I remember that. You were still too nervous to go anywhere alone with them back then, so Kris and I went with you. Ah, Kris. I remember when they got their tail caught in the gate trying to sneak out of school. I haven’t talked to them in a while. Did you know they’re totally hot now?

(.)

No, I’m serious! They, like, polished their scales and got facial hair and stuff. Check it out, I have pictures.

(.)

Right? I should call them sometime… Anyway! Back to the elephant plush in the room. Looks like this little guy has seen better days.

(.)

Hm. Well, carnival toys aren’t known for their durability. Let’s see what I can do about this stitching. I can take care of the tears, too. Nothing a few patches and some decorative needlework won’t fix.

(.)

I’m thinking a Summer, picnic-y vibe. Something flowery. Cute, right?

(.)

Of course, you can start on your Valentine’s teddy! What are you feeling?

(.)

An edgy look? Ooh, go for it! I have some fabric markers and skull stencils. We should totally give it earrings, too. I have some old ones I don’t wear anymore. Super over-the-top ones, y’know, from my scene phase.

(.)

I know that was in middle school. I just kept them in case I needed them. And check it out, we do need them! So there. Being a pack-spider comes in handy now and then.

(...)

Hm? What is it?

(.)

What, for this? You’re very welcome, sweetie. But you don’t need to thank me. This is just what any good friend would do. Any good friend with artistic capabilities, I mean.

(.)

I don’t know how I knew. Maybe it’s because we’ve been friends for so long, but I could just tell a makeover isn’t what you need. What you need isn’t a change to yourself, but a change to your environment. I feel like this is a good start.

(.)

Thank you. I can be deep sometimes.

(.)

I know you’re not one to sit around and mope. You need something to do with your hands, right? I get that way, too. Maybe that’s why we click so well.

(.)

Hey, that looks great so far! I’m still busy stitching up Mr. Elephant, but if you want to start on another plush while those stencils dry, be my guest!

(.)

That bunny is the last one, huh? It’s pretty big. When did they give you that one?

(.)

Oh, it was your one-year anniversary gift. So, what do you want to do with it?

(.)

Whatever I want? Shouldn’t this be about you?

(.)

Wh – really? You want to remake it for me? Aw, sweetie! Let’s remake it together, then. Then I’ll keep it in my web forever and ever!

(.)

Victorian goth is always a good choice! I can make a lovely web corset with my silk. We’ll need some black and ruby red fabric paint, some pendants, and, oh! How about some ruffles! That’ll look just perfect.

(.)

Hey look, you’re smiling! Don’t worry, sweetie; you’ll be over that stupid ex of yours in no time. And even if you’re not, I’ll be right here beside you until you are.

END

[devils-dares]

matty, his wife, foggy and karen playing pool and foggy just complaining at how lovey lovey the reader and matt are being ng because they're just cuddling and she's wrapping his arms around him and kissing him hahah

thanks for your request!

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“Is it truly fair to have teams if one of us is… enhanced?” Foggy complains as you laugh, Matt wrapping his arms around you as the two of you win again.

“You’re the one who came up with it in the first place, losers break.” You say, reracking for another round. As Foggy lines up to break, Matt sneaks his arms around you, his chest pressed to your back.

“Hi, lover.” He says, pressing kisses to your jaw.

“Mm, hi.” Laughing, you cover his hands with yours, his lips curving into a smile against your skin. Turning your head, you capture his lips with yours, humming against him.

“So, uh, when are they going to realize that it’s their turn?” Karen says.

“When I’m done kissing my wife.” Matt says, breaking away from you. Shaking your head and smiling, you pick up your pool stick and sink a stripes ball, continuing your turn as you sink another and then miss the third. Handing your pool stick to Karen, you melt back into Matt, the two of you newlyweds not seeming to get enough of each other. His chin ends up resting on the top of your head, the both of you swaying to the music spilling out of Josie’s speakers.

“Matt’s turn.” Karen says.

“Alright, how about I end this all right here and we can start one more round?” Matt says, and Foggy immediately gets up from his seat.

“Nuh uh, you only get a max of two. Make two and your turn is over or else it’s not fair.” That makes a laugh leave you and Karen.

“That seems unfair.”

“You’re… you- it’s totally fair!” Foggy tries to reason and you step in, a hand on your husband’s shoulder.

“I think that’s fair, don’t you, Matty?” You ask.

“Y-yeah, totally fair. Only two, got it.” He stutters through his words.

“Oh come on! All she needed was to put a hand on you?”

“She’s my wife. She just has to tell me.” He says as he lines up for his shot. He sinks two, to no one’s surprise, and surrenders his turn to Foggy. Before he could get his hands on you again, a thud followed by “shit!” makes you look back as Matt snickers.

“Missed it.” Foggy says in a sad voice. You shake your head, grinning at his faux frown.

“Alright angel, we’ve got four to sink.” Matt encourages you as you take aim.

Foggy and Karen watch in horror as you sink one, two, three stripes balls, leaving the 8 ball and you with a wide open shot.

“C’mon bug, you’ve got it.” He puts his hands on your hips, causing you to gasp.

“Just shift your weight a little to the left, there you go!” Foggy is quick to interrupt the moment.

“No coaching, Murdocks!” Matt splits from you and kisses you on your cheek for good luck. You bend back over and take a breath, taking the shot. The 8 ball sinks in clear and Matt cheers.

“That’s it, the Murdocks aren’t allowed on a team together anymore.”

“Don’t hate on us, Fog.” You say, Matt squeezing you tight in a hug as you turn to kiss him, Karen and Foggy’s groans fading in the background as you smile into his lips.

[boom-bakugou]

Cockwarming Scenarios

A/N: This is for my @bnhabookclub bingo card where I had the prompt ‘Cockwarming!’ enjoy sinners (:<

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Sero x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Hawks x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, (also breeding kink and dumbification in hawks’ whoops sorry)

masterlist

-Bakugou normally isn’t one to instigate cockwarming

-It’ll normally be when you’re needy and he’s doing something like paperwork for his hero agency and isn’t saying much but you can tell he’s tired and won’t exactly want to fool around

-But as soon as he realises how wet you are and how much you’re begging for him to touch you he can’t say no to his pretty baby all riled up

“Just come sit here for one second you shitty woman.” He grumbles, pushing his desk chair back ever so slightly after your insistent whining for him to pay attention to you.

He turns the spinning chair to you, his lap open wide and ready for you to sit on to which you happily oblige, sitting your butt down on his crotch for him to just grab your waist tightly.

“Not like that.” Within a brief spin you’re sitting with your chest to his, legs straddling his own as he tucks his chair back under the desk.

“Katsu- come on please.” You whimper, grinding your sopping core against his jeans where you can feel his cock hardening beneath you. With a short ‘hrmph’ you feel his hands slip between the two of you so he can pull his cock out in the open. You grind yourself on his thigh for a few moments as he fists his member at the feeling of you against him.

“Come on then needy girl, slide on my cock.” The smirk on his face is devilish and you slide down your panties from beneath your oversized shirt (which was one of his, just so you could tease him further. You knew how much he loved you in his shirts).

Moaning slowly as you move down his cock for the stimulation of feeling full, you begin to buck your hips against his once you’re down to his hilt- before he grabs your waist tightly; enough to leave spots of bruises.

“Now sit there and be a good fuckin’ girl.” He slides his arms past you, looking over your shoulder as he tries to continue his work despite the feeling of your fleshy walls around him almost made him want to fuck your brains out on his desk right then and there.

“You can’t do this.” You snivel into his shoulder, every small movement you made to try and get yourself off effortless against his iron grip on your side.

“Well baby, good girls don’t beg unless told to.” He makes his point by pulling you up ever so slightly and thrusting into you with a force that makes you crackle out a moan. “And even good-er girls do what they’re fuckin’ told, you got that shitty woman?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now be quiet or you’re gonna’ regret it princess.”

-Kirishima after sex loves to cockwarm you

-He’s just so tired and loves the warm feeling of being inside you and it makes after sex cuddles just more intimate

“Where do you want me to cum sweetheart? Fuck you’re so fucking tight baby girl.” Kirishima croaks out into your ear, riding out the rest of your orgasm as he chased his.

“M’inside of me Eiji.” You practically drool at the feeling of him convulsing inside of you, gripping onto his flattened hair practically setting him off edge at the stimulation.

After catching his breath, Kirishima’s arms wobble around you from keeping himself pried up above you. You can feel the hot spurts of cum dribble from inside of you and as Kirishima is fully finished, he pulls you against him as he lies down with his cock still firmly inside of you.

“Kiri-“ You whine at the feeling of being so full. You don’t know how much you can take after having so many orgasms pulled out of you. Your clit was so overstimulated and your body was shaking from it but Kirishima held you tightly enough for it to simmer down.

“Come on baby just 5 more minutes.” His mumbles were so sleepy, it was probably going to be way more than 5 minutes. “You just feel so nice around me, like you were made for me princess.”

He presses kisses all over your face, making sure not to miss a single inch before you settled snugly into his chest.

“So beautiful.” Kirishima whispers, moving his hips ever so slightly to nestle into you further. “My fucking beautiful girl huh?”

His toothy grin is enough to make you giggle, his hands slide down your sweat covered bodies to grab your ass tightly. The action makes him twitch inside of you slightly and you gasp at the sudden explicitness of his actions.

“You sure you couldn’t go for a round two baby?”

“I… wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

-Sero loves sleepy cockwarming

-he’s too tired in the morning to fuck you but you’re both hot and bothered but neither of you fully want to be athletic so early; this is your compromise

“Whatchu doing sweetness?” Sero blinks a couple times as you palm him through his boxers, a sleepy grin on your face. “What? You want me inside of you baby?”

You nod slowly, the tiredness in your eyes making your blinks last longer but down below you felt like you could melt. All you wanted was for him to be inside of you so badly.

“C’mere then love.” His morning voice is so croaky as you slide up his torso. He flips you so you’re lying next to him, one leg draped over his waist as he shuffles your pyjamas down your legs before following suit with his own boxers. He pushes his fingers against your folds, gathering slick before teasing against your entrance which makes you buck your hips into his palm.

“So needy aren’t we?” Sero smirks to then press a kiss onto your forehead. He rests his hands to your lower back as he pulls your hips closer to his before slowly sliding himself into you before completely bottoming out “Shit- you’re so warm.”

You happily hum at the feeling of him inside you, the pressure making you roll your hips slightly against him which allowed his cock to move into you more comfortably; in turn hitting your g-spot nicely.

The two of you spent a few more moments lazily grinding against one another before the two of you lost interest in getting each other off and more about you both being so close and whole with one another.

“D’ya want me to pull out of you pretty girl?” Sero slightly cleared his throat to get rid of it’s morning rasp, just as he began to pull away you placed your hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving any further. You curled closer into his chest, letting his arms wrap around you to nestle in together.

“Leave it.” You mumble against his bare chest, barely enough for him to hear you but he easily picked it up due to the proximity of you both. “S’Keepin us warm.”

“Okay pretty girl.” Sero plants a kiss to your hair line, feigning back a yawn. “I’ll keep you warm.”

-DABI ooft that man will use it as a punishment baby

-this is one of his more tame punishments because he can get sadistic, it just depends on how mouthy you’ve been with him that day

“You little slut.” Dabi hisses through his teeth, a warm spank against your ass acting as the punctuation of his words. You’d forgotten how many you’d received but you couldn’t say it wasn’t making you feel so fucking turned on.

“You think you deserve my cock huh?” Another slap to your other ass cheek. “Tell me doll, do you think you fucking deserve it?”

“Yes sir- please I’ll be good.” You whinge, head too dizzy to keep it up after being laid over his lap for god knows how long. You had no effort anymore to keep up the bratty act, all you wanted to do was cum.

“There’s my good whore.” He chuckles, helping you sit up before lying you back down on your shared bed. Hissing when your ass touches the sheets from the sheer amount of beating it had just received. You were just glad to finally get off his lap.

Dabi slid his jeans off, before laying down next to you. Pumping his cock a few times before encouraging you to get on top of him. He smirks at your tired expression as you begin to straddle him sliding down onto his shaft slowly.

You begin to use your bruised thighs to lift yourself up but Dabi ultimately pushes you back down, his other hand reaching for his phone. You look at him with confusion as you try to wiggle around him for any sort of stimulation. You felt like you were on fire with how much you wanted him to just fuck your brains out.

“Nuh uh doll. You’re getting this cock just like you wanted.” He lets out a low laugh, watching as the realisation sets in on your face. “Shame that bratty fucking mouth of yours had to ruin it. How’ds’it feel to be so full of my cock hm?”

You swore you could have screamed as you lay against his chest, one arm behind his head as the other scrolled mindlessly on his device, not even touching you.

“Please sir- I’ll be so good for you, just touch me a little.” With no warning Dabi slams back up into your hips and you let out a lewd moan at the friction inside of you.

“Each time you fucking squirm or complain I’m gonna make it longer. Now shut that whore mouth of yours up or you will regret it.”

-Hawks lives for cockwarming… why?

-because this mans breeding kink is off the scale!!!

-loves cockwarming literally after every time you have sex when you’re trying for kids he fucking loves the feeling of just being left inside of you.

“Fuck baby bird you feel so fucking good around my cock.” Hawks’ shuddering moans mixed with your own filled the room with explicit ecstasy. “M’gonna fill you up with so much cum baby, you want that huh? Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes Hawks fuck- please m’need it so bad.” You weep at the feeling of his balls slapping against you harshly. It only spurred him on to cum so deep inside of you.

“Fuck. This cunt was made for me babe.” Hawks bit his tongue at the feeling of you tightening around him, threatening to reach your high also. “I’m gonna ruin that pretty pussy with my cum you got that?”

You moaned at his lewd words, babbling out ‘yeses’ and anything else that was in any way affirmative to getting you any closer to euphoria, Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle at your state.

“Look at my baby bird.” He pulls out far and plunges deep into you, hitting just the right spot. “I love it when you get so needy you turn dumb baby, fuck you stupid because all you want is my cum, yeah?”

With his filthy words you let out a raspy moan as you came undone around his cock. It only took a few more thrusts before he too climaxed inside of you, fucking his cum right back into your entrance. Pulling you into him with his wings as added leverage he pulled you to lay next to him, cock still firmly thrusted into you.

“Keigo aren’t you going to-“

“Come on baby bird, you know the rules.” He kissed your forehead, using little feathers to pull the hair back from your face ever so gently so he could look into your eyes. “Gonna keep my cock nice and warm inside of you to fuck my cum into you huh? Ain’t that right?’

[puppy-coded]

His Princess{R.B.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mention of beheading, mentions of anger issues, showing of knees in front of a man

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Stable boy!Regulus Black x princess!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2534 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: I listened to Love Story by Taylor Swift over and over again while writing this. I think that should be a clue to how this will turn out. Kinda cliche but I like it.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: The ending is meh BUT this is not the end of my royal au days. Oh no, it is only the beginning.

✰ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ell0ra-br3kk3r​ ​

Regulus Black, or “boy” as his boss would call him, had always admired you. He tended to your horse, gave him to you when you went who-knows-where, took him back, admired you from afar, repeat.

It was like that everyday.

And it was excruciating.

“Hello Regulus!” You greeted as always, swinging a basket like usual.

He gotten your horse out for you and smiled. “Good morning ma’am.” He greeted, as always.

You giggled a bit at that. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re allowed to call me by my name?” You asked.

“As long as I have my work,” Regulus answered. He held out his hand for you so he could help you up.

As always.

And off you went once you were up.

He never knew where you would go during the day but he knew that you were always back at the same time.

No matter what.

Until that day of course.

He couldn’t leave until you got back and when you weren’t back at your usual time he freaked out a little.

He took a horse from it’s place and went to find you.

He knew you always went west, into the woods.

He had ridden until he heard rushing water and thought the worst. He went faster and saw you.

You were sitting under a tall tree, the sunset hitting your face just right, and clearly engrossed in what you were reading.

Regulus cleared his throat and prepared to speak when you looked up.

You looked up at him, horrified. “I’m late aren’t I?” You asked.

“Um...” Regulus struggled.

You gasped and hurriedly put your things in your basket. “I was meant to meet the Prince of Greece today! Oh what have I done? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,” You panicked. “Whatever you do, don’t tell anyone about this,” You ordered.

Regulus gulped and nodded at the order. He watched as you sped off to where you were meant to go. He was dumbfounded by the interaction.

. . .

You had gotten back to the palace and ran up the steps, hiding your basket in a far corner.

You hiked up your skirts and ran up the steps as fast as you could. 

Your family was in the middle of dinner when you came bursting in. You tried composing yourself but it proved harder than it seemed.

“Where were you m’dear?” You mother asked as soon as you took a seat.

“Nowhere mother.” You answered curtly, trying not to seem out of breath.

Your younger sister snickered. “I know where she was. She was off with that stable boy all day. They both were gone when I went to check on her.”

You flushed and sank in your seat, looking down at your empty plate. “Nuh-uh.”

“We will talk about this later young lady,” Your father told you sternly.

After dinner you moped all the way to your room and changed into your bed clothes. You knew you were going to get the lecture of a lifetime from your father. You hadn’t meant to be late, it just happened.

But you were wrong.

“M’dear,” You heard your mother say gently. “What were you doing all day?”

“Nothing mama, just in the woods.” You answered. It was the truth after all.

She made her way to your bed where you were sitting with your knees to your chest. She sat on the edge of it and patted your knee.

She sighed and wrapped you in her arms. “We just want you to be careful is all.”

“I am.”

“And I talked to your father. You’re not allowed to go down to the stables anymore.” She revealed, which made you look at her all teary eyed.

“But-”

She put a hand up to get you to stop talking. “It’s the best I could do. He wanted to behead the boy.”

You put your head between your knees. “I wasn’t even with him. He came to check on me.”

“I understand but you know your father’s temper.” She said, swiping her fingers over your forehead. “You are allowed to go there one last time though. Only to say goodbye to him.”

You sniffled. “The boy has a name. It’s Regulus.”

Your mother smiled slightly and kissed your forehead. “Are you friends?”

“A little?”

“ I will always, always advocate for you and your happiness m’dear.” She informed you. “Which is why I’m not telling you that he didn’t say anything about the garden at the end of the day.” She said and it made you smile. “Or that your father will be gone next week to make peace with the King of Spain.”

“Right,” You said. “That’s why I’m not thanking you for this information.”

She kissed your forehead and bade you goodnight, blowing out the candle by your bed for you.

. . .

You slowly made your way to the stables where you knew that Regulus would be. He had to be. “Hello Regulus,” You greeted quietly.

He smiled and got your horse ready. “Good morning ma’am.” His smiled slowly faded when he saw your sad expression. “Is something troubling you?” He asked, stopping what he was doing to lean on the fence separating the two of you.

You took a deep breath and tried to keep the tears in. “I’m... not allowed to see you anymore.” You said with a sniffle.

“Why not?” He asked, confusion evident on his features.

You wiped your face and tried to avoid the question. “It could be worse! My father wanted to behead you.” 

Regulus hid his surprise well but gave himself away by gripping the fence. “Why?”

“Because of my sister who can’t keep her nose out of anyone’s business.” You huffed, crossing your arms and not making eye contact with the black haired boy.

“Oh.”

“But I’m not telling you that he said nothing about the garden in the evenings.” You said quietly. He almost didn’t catch it. “Or his trip to Spain that he will be going on next week.”

You looked up to see his smiling face. “Then I’m not saying that I’ll be there tonight.”

. . .

You had been sitting on a bench for an hour, giving up hope and gripping your skirts, when you saw him. 

You stood up and yelled for him, motioning for him to come over. “Regulus!” Your father would be horrified at how un-lady-like you were being at that exact moment.

He beamed when he saw you and made his way to you. “Hello ma’am.”

“I want to be your friend,” You said quickly.

The same look of confusion he wore earlier that day appeared once more. “Weren’t we already friends?”

You shrugged. “Not really but I realize that I enjoy your presence.”

“I see,” He nodded slowly.

You looked up at him and smiled. “How was work today?”

He shrugged and sat down next to you. “Odd without you in my routine.”

“I see.” You nodded, returning the phrase.

He smiled and quickly turned serious. “I have a personal question to ask.”

“Yes?”

“What do you do when you go into the woods?” He asked, shifting to look at you better.

You averted your gaze at the question. “The truth?”

“The truth,” He confirmed.

You looked down and picked at a loose thread. You felt your chest and neck heat up in embarrassment. “Um... it’s a bit embarrassing.”

“How so?” He asked, grabbing your hand. You looked up to see him looking genuinely interested in what you had to say.

It made you want to tell him every aspect of your life.

“I read children’s stories... Fairy tales.” You said plainly, looking away from Regulus once more.

He smiled warmly at you, not a trace of a mocking tone in his voice. “Sounds fun.”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “They’ve convinced me that fairies are real.”

“You mean they aren’t?” Regulus asked dramatically. “That’s the first I’m hearing of this!” He said, putting his hands on his hips.

You laughed loudly at Regulus’ theatrics. “Of course they’re not!”

He shrugged. “I dunno, they’re tricky little things. Wouldn’t be surprised if they were real.”

. . .

Early the next morning Regulus had seen you excitedly run toward him, skirts hiked up to your knees. You almost ran into the fence separating the two of you but you were able to stop yourself.

“(Y/N), has your father left yet?” He asked as soon as you were situated.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. “He did this morning.”

“I have something I want to show you. C’mon.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the woods.

About halfway to your usual spot you started to second guess yourself. “Reggie, I don’t know. You could get into serious trouble for this. I could get into serious trouble for this,” You stated nervously.

Regulus only looked back at you and smiled. “It’s a risk that I’m willing to take.”

You bit your lip and let him lead you, squeezing his hand here and there. When your usual spot you realized it was different. 

It had firefly jars and little things for fairies and more flowers than last time and you just knew that Regulus would’ve had to plant them. It was beautiful.

“Reggie, it’s beautiful!” You gushed. You went a jar filled with fireflies and smiled. It must have taken him all night to do that.

“I, um, have been thinking a lot about fairy tales lately.” He told you quietly. “Hopefully the fairy garden attracts them.”

“Who?” You asked, getting up with the fireflies.

“Why the fairies of course,” He said as if it was totally obvious.

You put a hand on his shoulder and smiled warmly at Regulus. “You’re such a kind soul. What did I do to deserve this?”

He blushed at the contact and kind words. “It’s nothing of course.”

“I love it.” You told him, laying on the ground with your dress spread out around you.

. . .

You and Regulus were in the garden laying on each other and 

Regulus closed his book and sighed before shifting so you had to get off of him. “(Y/N). We’ve been friends for a year now...”

“Astute observation Reggie,” You said, stretching your arms over your head after sitting up.

“I... was wondering if we could...” He tried to say. “Um... If you would be okay with... er...” He struggled slightly.

You gave Regulus a look of concern since he never acts like this. “Are you okay?”

“Court! Us!” He finally blurted out.

“What?” You asked, confused by the sudden outburst.

Regulus scratched his nose as his neck and cheeks started to turn pink. “What I mean to say is I want a... um... courtship... With you.”

“I would enjoy that very much,” You beamed.

Regulus looked at you in surprise. “You would?”

“Of course! However-” You were cut off by a nervous Regulus.

“Oh no. ‘However’ is never a good thing.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “However, Regulus-”

“Oh no. ‘However Regulus’ is even worse,” Regulus interrupted again.

“Reggie! Stop interrupting,” You laughed.

“Sorry.”

“However, I don’t know how my father would react,” You said simply. 

Regulus was quiet for a few seconds before having a light bulb moment. “We can keep it secret.”

“I’m okay with that,” You shrugged.

“You’re okay with lying to your father?” He asked, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.

“In the name of love,” You responded dramatically.

He nodded. “Right... What about your mother?”

“She’ll keep a secret,” You said nonchalantly.

“Sister?” He listed.

“Only snag in our plan,” You informed him.

He smiled at the hope that the plan might work. “Our fairy garden?” 

“Every chance I get,” You smiled in return.

Regulus clapped loudly. “It’s official then!” He said happily.

. . .

Regulus was in your usual spot in the woods, waiting for you to get there. He did understand why you always were there now. It was quiet and calm and slow there.

His thoughts were interrupted by you yelling his name, running toward him. 

“Reg!” You yelled out.

He smiled and turned to you when he knew you could hear him speak regularly. “What is it my love?” He asked as he grabbed your hands.

You waited until you caught your breath and looked down between you two before looking back up. “We have to tell my parents. About us.”

“Why?”

You bit your lip and it seemed like eternity before you tentatively answered. “Well... I’m almost 18 and...” You trailed off, not meeting his eyes.

“And?” He asked, trying to get you to continue.

You squeezed his hands slightly before looking up at him, tears threatening to fall. “And my father wants to marry me off.”

“What?” 

You shook your head before continuing. “Mother tried to talk him out of it, she really did but...”

He looked at you, full of concern. “But...?”

“She couldn’t Reg,” You responded tearfully.

“What if...?”

You stomped your foot petulantly. “Screw the ‘what if’s. If we don’t reveal ourselves then we can never see each other again.” You told him, shaking his hands. 

Regulus nodded, putting a hand on your your cheek and wiping away the tears with his thumb. “Alright. When?”

“Tonight,” You sniffed.

He smiled at kissed your forehead. “I’ll dress my best.”

. . .

You nervously waited for Regulus to come up through the garden and you smiled when he was, in fact, dressed his best. You rushed him in and brought him to the dining room with your family.

“Who’s this?” Your father immediately asks upon seeing your fingers intertwined.

You gestured to Regulus “This is Regulus Black. My... other half. The better half.” You said quickly, squeezing his hand harder than you meant to.

The larger man’s eyes widened. “Your what?”

“My... my...” You nervously tried to answer.

“I heard what you said.” He said, putting his hands up to make you be quiet. “How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year?” You responded, now unsure of your plan.

Your father stood up and walked over to where he towered over you and Regulus. “A year of secrets?”

“Please Sir, if I-” Regulus started to interject.

He swiped his hand to get Reg to stop. “No. You’ll only make this worse for yourself.” 

Your mother stood up and got between the three of you. “Maybe we should all-” 

“Out.” Your father said quietly.

“I-”

“Out!” He rumbled, pointing in the direction of the exit.

Regulus hung his head in shame and was about to walk out when you grabbed his arm. “But daddy I love him!” You said loudly, gripping tighter onto Regulus.

It was dead silent for an excruciatingly long five seconds.

Your father pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut before responding slowly. “You’re too young to know what love is.” 

You shook your head again. “I’ve read enough books to know what true love means.”

The man threw his arms up and got louder. “Again with the fairy tales. Always the fairy tales.”

“Please. Give him a chance,” You pleaded.

Your mother and Regulus only watched what was happening. They both held their breath as the older man thought.

“Fine. One chance,” He agreed.