#you need to protect your hands feet and neck from the cold cause those are weak to the cold

[bigolechompers]

as someone who has grown up in weather on the slightly colder side i have a pretty good idea what one might want to wear when it gets cold as fuck and what sort of things someone who lives in a cold as fuck area might wear

but i have no idea what constitutes as sensible wear in a hoot as fuck area like what the hell do you wear and why??

[vinomino]

That’s bad for you ᵎᵎ

What do they do after catching you red-handed…?Σ('◉⌓◉’)

Featuring: Sakura.H, Suo.H, Nirei.A, x f!reader

Contents: sfw, smoking, angst(?)

Stress was getting to you, you’ve started frequenting the bad habit more and more. It was only a matter of time before be finds out…

❀ Sakura.H

“What the hell are you doing!" His shout startles you, making your ears ring. Groaning in annoyance when your cigarette slipped out through your fingers, now laying on the concrete as it continues burning.

"Tch— those things are terrible for you!" His tone was gruff, but his face portrayed concern. For a delinquent, it made sense that even Sakura knows about side effects of cigarettes. You sheepishly rub at the back of your neck, it's common knowledge on what smoking does to the human body. All the harmful things it causes. But it’s not like you made any effort to stop. Sakura pushes past you and snuffs it out with the heel of his shoe. It sizzles before dying out.

Snatching the small cardboard box out of your hand, “How long have you been doing this?”

“I’ve been doing it for a while.” He gives a flash of surprise, it made sense he didn’t know, you’ve been keeping it a secret. Eyes traveling from the cigarette box to your lips, gaze lingering longer on your lips than need be. “Does it really matter?” Bracing yourself from the usual lecture people give.

“No.” His quick answer, straightforward and blunt, catches you off guard, drawing a chuckle out of your chest. Studying the way his fist is crumpling the paper box in his hand. Sakura wanted to grab you, shake you for disregarding your health over the toxic sticks, and how you were harming yourself. He felt a strong urge to do something about it. Taking another step towards you, trapping you between himself and the railing. An inexplicable need to protect you, “Damn it, what can I do to make you stop?” He tried to keep his usual stoic facade, but it comes out strained.

Looking up at him, you have never seen him make such a face before. Placing a hand on the back of his neck to beckon him to bend, capturing his lips in a kiss. The feeling of your body slotted against his, your tongue against his. The kiss wasn’t gentle, but rather desperate. He can taste the smoke, he wants to rid it from your body. His tongue exploring your mouth as if he was trying to erase any evidence of cigarettes from your taste.

You break the kiss, trying to catch your breath. Resting your forehead against his, he tightly holds you like you’re going to disappear, “I guess this’ll do, if you want me to break my habit.”

A light blush festers, he lets out a small scoff, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “I’ll have to keep you occupied then.”

❀ Suo.H

Snow crunching beneath your feet, you shivered. The smoke from the cigarette heating you up instead. Taking a long drag and blowing it out, the gray smoke wafts circles in the air. Trying to quickly finish the cigarette so your absence isn’t noticed.

But does anything go unnoticed by Suo?

Pacing back to forth, the nicotine soothing your worries. Not even noticing the broad steps behind you, jolting when your back hits something hard. Suo is standing behind you, grabbing your hand that’s holding the lit stick.

“Now, why don’t you explain yourself…?” His tone sends a chill down your spine, something not even the cold air did.

“S-Suo.” Turning around you see his tassel earrings swing in the wind. The look on his face is intimidating. Wriggling your wrist free, “What’s there to explain?”

His lone red eye portrays his dissatisfaction. He knew well what you were doing and he didn’t like it at all.

“They say smoking is bad for your health.” He speaks in his usual tone, but you’re able to decipher the seriousness underneath it. “Not a good look on my pretty girl, either.”

The tension builds, his gaze never leaving you. “How much have you smoked today? Be truthful, You’ve been smoking a lot lately. I can tell.” A long silence passes, you don’t know how to respond. “You can talk to me instead of resorting to smoking your feelings away. This isn’t healthy…” He sees your shoulders shaking, “You're freezing…” Eyes following his movements as he grips the cigarette from you, disposing of it while leading you back inside.

“No more smoking until further notice. And no, this isn’t up for debate.” His firm tone left no room for argument.

Furrowing your brows, you know how hard it is to quit, you’ve been trying to. Suo notices your expression, his own softening, “You need to stop. You’re slowly hurting yourself and it hurts me to see you like this…You won’t be alone, I’ll support you.”

His words touch you, he’s right. “I’ve been stressed lately...” Your voice slightly above a whisper as he sits you down on the couch. Suo wraps a blanket around you and pulls you towards him, “We’ll figure it out together.”

❀ Nirei.A

On the street, the loud hum from the restaurant was lightened. Pulling out a cigarette and going to light it up, unaware Nirei had followed you out. He was still standing at the door, his heart at war with his mind. One part of him ached to join you outside and offer a listening ear, but the other part of him wanted to keep his distance away from the stench of smoke.

Steeling himself, he walks towards you. The smell of smoke made him nauseous. Despite this, he swallowed down his discomfort and spoke, “C-Can I talk to you…?” His expression was mixed of worry and disgust at the tobacco that was tickling his nose.

“Nirei?” Noticing his presence you turn around. “Um, sure…”

“W—“ He takes a deep breath, “Why do you…smoke? I mean— I know it’s your choice and all…! But I don’t understand why you’d do something that’s so bad for you…” Fiddling with the hem of his shirt, a nervous tic he developed.

“Did I worry you Nirei?” He flinched hearing his name come from your lips. His eyes darted from the pavement back up to yours.

“Yes…I care about you….and the smell of smoking…it bothers me. I can’t stand the smell of it.”

He looks like a puppy shaking right now. It would be adorable if the situation was different. Snuffing out the cigarette, “Sorry, I didn’t know.” Patting yourself down trying to remove the scent.

“It’s okay, you didn’t do it on purpose…the smell just reminds me of bad memories...” His voice was almost a whisper, if you weren’t listening closely, you would’ve missed it.

The thought of your habit bringing up unpleasant thoughts for him leaves a distaste on your tongue.

“I’ll quit…I don’t want you to remember those things because of me…”

His face lit up at your words, the fact you were willing to stop so he wouldn’t be reminded of bad times, it meant more to him than he could express. A blush spreads across his face, “That means a lot to me. But…I don’t want you to do it only for my sake….I want you to do it for yourself too.”

“It’s not an easy task…I’ll be here for whatever you need! I can get Sakura and Suo to help as well. You won’t go through this alone!” He beams a bright smile.

“I’ll be in your care then.”

part 2 → here

[moresinfulmockingbird]

Very excited for this blog!

I would like to request Kafka and Arlecchino breaking a captive reader and turning them into new recruits.

BREAKING A CAPTIVE | Arlecchino & Kafka

PAIRING: Arlecchino & Kafka x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Character(s), Dubcon, Corruption, Mind Break, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Crying, Begging, Strap-Use (Arlecchino), Praising (Arlecchino), Fingering (Kafka), Marking (Kafka),

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am not okay about these two. Why do they need to be so !!! Uh, I love them. Also dedicated to @teethoftheeditor.

�� ARLECCHINO

HEARING THE familiar sound of heels against stone dancing across the halls of the dungeon made you shake in anticipation. Fear was struck in your heart for what was to come, but there was also excitement. Excitement that grew everyday after these... sessions.

Arlecchino's eyes were predatory and cold as she peered into your cell, seeing you huddled into a corner, arms wrapped protectively around yourself. She tsked at the sight. You were still so fearful even after all this time, still holding up high walls. But she was making progress, she was just chipping away slowly, and elegantly at them.

"Up." Arlecchino's commanding voice made you flinch as she entered your cell, her heels clacking closer and closer towards you. "Did you hear me? I said, up."

You whimpered as she wrapped a hand around your arm, hoisting you up to your feet effortlessly. You squeezed your eyes closed in fear, not wanting to meet those eyes that haunted your dreams. Oh you were in far more trouble now, hiding those eyes that she dearly loved, especially when they swimmed with fear...

"Look at me." Arlecchino's voice was filled with venom, her other hand reaching up to roughly take hold of your chin, forcing your head up towards her.

You whined at the force fullness she used, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you reluctantly stared into hers. You would always be haunted by her eyes, the uniqueness of them driving you closer and closer to madness.

"Good girl." The way she mumbled that had your heart soaring, and you couldn't help but clench your thighs together, something that didn't go unnoticed by her. "Hm, does that make you excited, being called a good girl?"

There was a hint of amusement in Arlecchino's hauntingly beautiful eyes, and you couldn't stop yourself from nodding your head. She hummed approvingly, letting her tight grip on your chin loosen ever so slightly, her sharp nails scratching affectionately at your skin.

"It's been a bit since we had one of our... chats. I suppose I can't blame you for being so needy." Arlecchino muttered, eyeing the way you continued to clench your thighs together. "On your knees."

You were quick to obey her words, sinking onto your knees before her, staring up at her like a dog begging for food. Arlecchino felt her own body heating up at the sight. What right did you have to look so fucking pretty like that? She had to ruin you, and she had to do it quickly.

It didn't take long for the Knave to have you on your hands and knees, face pushed against the stone ground of your cell. You were clawing uselessly at the stone below you, seeking some sort of grip to support yourself on. It made the woman fucking her strap into you from behind laugh.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." Arlecchino purred, her hands holding your hips up, sharp nails digging into your soft flesh causing you to cry out in pain as they broke your skin. You always were pretty when you bled.

"I- I c-can't!" You cried out pleadingly, trying to beg the woman to have mercy on you, to just let you rest for a minute.

"Yes you can, and you will." Arlecchino growled, her hot breath fanning the back of your neck as she leaned over your back, pressing her lips against your skin and nipping at it here and there.

With a sharp thrust from her, your body jolted and you let out a scream, your cunt throbbing in pain as you once again were forced to another orgasm. The woman didn't even bat an eye, continuing to fuck you even as you shook and cried, recovering from the intense orgasm only to be brought to another one a minute later.

So pretty like this... all ruined and crying under Arlecchino as she had her way. It was a sight she was drunk on, one she'd always dream about when she was away from you for too long. The tears running down your face made you look like an Archon in her eyes; truly a gift she was undeserving of yet here she was taking it over and over again.

By your ninth orgasm, you were nothing but whining mess. You couldn't speak, words a foreign language to you. Your mind was simply blank, focused on taking Arlecchino's strap over and over again. It was such a pleasurable torture, one you were addicted to by the time it would begin.

It was these moments that you were the perfect little pet Arlecchino wanted. One that wasn't afraid of her, but rather accepted everything she does. This is what she wanted from you, for you to be unafraid of her and be the obedient pet she wanted you to be. Just a few more of these chats.... and you'd finally fall victim to the shell of the person she wanted you to be.

✧ KAFKA

YOU LET out a whimper as the door to the room you were being held in was opened, allowing the hallway light outside to bleed into the dark room. You winced at the light, squinting your eyes as you took in the familiar silhouette in the doorway. You felt excitement and fear strike you quickly at the sight, and you began to fight against your bindings.

"Excited are we?" Kafka's voice rang through the room as she walked in, closing the door behind her, before settling her gaze back onto you. "I leave you for only a few hours and your already needy for me again?"

You whine at her words, shaking your head quickly as you try to deny her words, your voice muffled by the gag you wore. But even though you denied it, that needy feeling in your gut was prominent, telling you that not every part of you wasn't needy for her. Though you'd still deny it, you wouldn't admit such a thing to yourself. Not yet at least.

"Still acting tough?" Kafka let out a humourous chuckle, shaking her head lightly as she approached you, moving to lean down and brush her fingers against your cheek, making you flinch. "I thought you would have given in by now... guess I underestimated you, huh?"

You don't say anything, only casting your eyes away from her, making Kafka frown. She always hated when you acted like this, when you'd go quiet and not admit that you did enjoy whatever she did to you. She'd just have to force your excitement and love for it like usual, not that she minded.

"Doesn't matter anyway, I'll get you to fold sooner than later." Kafka nonchalantly stated, slightly shrugging her shoulders before leaning over to untie you from the wall.

Before you could make any sort of attempt indicating escape, Kafka's hand was firmly wrapped around your arm, keeping you in place. She gave you a look of warning before dragging you towards the bed that she purposely had placed in your bland room. You knew what was coming, and this time you didn't put up a fight.

You were a moaning mess in mere minutes, back arching off the bed as Kafka thrusted her fingers in and out of you. You were already soaked by the time she had tore your underwear off, giving her no need to prep you with her fingers. You hated the fact that you were already wet for her, but your body was already a prisoner to her, it was just time for your mind to fall as well.

"So pretty, and all for me." Kafka hummed, her lips gracing over your neck, kissing gently at the fresh marks she left moments ago. "Aeons your irresistible."

You bit onto your gag, trying to suppress some of your sounds, but it was really just useless, and the moans and whines leaving your mouth were evidence of that. Kafka chuckled at your pathetic attempts, moving her head away from your neck and gazing down at you with amusement.

"Trying to contain your sounds is just futile, sweetheart." Kafka purs, and to get her point across she flexes her fingers up, hitting that special spot inside you and earning a loud cry from you. "See? Pointless."

You could feel the tears beginning to burn at your eyes, slipping down your face as your body flailed about under Kafka's touch. Her thumb was increasingly pushing down on your swollen clit, while three fingers spread you wide open, continously moving in and out. The stimulation on your cunt was beginning to get to your head, and any sensible thoughts tjat you had left, were quickly beginning to disappear.

"I wanna hear you beg," Kafka muttered, reaching her free hand up to tug your gag down to your neck, letting you suck in a gasping breath. "Be a good girl and beg for me. You'll be rewarded, I promise, if you do."

"S'to much!" You gasped, choking on moans and whines as you looked pleadingly up at the woman. "S'becoming to much! I- I can't- I can't hold-"

"You can handle it." Kafka stated, not paying attention to your useless pleas. Even if it was actually to much, she wasn't going to stop until she was satisfied. "Hold on just a bit longer, m'kay? Just beg a little more for me."

She was pushing you to your breaking point, you knew that, but you were at the point of just giving in to her. Your fighting was useless up to this point, and would letting Kafka use you whenever she pleases really be a bad thing? Your mind didn't think so.

"Please l-let me cum, I can't-" You let out a strangled moan, back arching off the bed again, pushing your hips harder against Kafka's hand, trying to sink her fingers in deeper. "I need to cum!"

"You need to cum?" Kafka repeated, her voice quiet as she moved to kiss against your ear, her smile evident against your skin. "So then cum. Cum for me, sweetheart."

It was like she pressed a button, because as soon as the words left her mouth, you froze, crying out loudly and body jolting as you let go. Kafka slowed down her thrusts as she felt your cum coat her hand. She hummed in satisfaction as you came, nuzzling her face into your neck.

It was you finished, laying breathlessly under her with a dazed look in your eyes, Kafka knew. She knew you were finally her's, and she was going to drink this up till you were absolutely nothing. Just how she wanted you to be.

ENDING NOTES: The way I wouldn't 100% mind giving control to these two...

[rosekeu]

soft like a bunny : r. sukuna

this is part 3!

a/n: highschool au, fem!reader, reader has braces, shy+nerdy+sensitive reader! [if you don't like that then leave ig lol] soft spot for reader ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

sypnosis: after the encounter with your bullies, your savior takes a certain interest with you.

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'i'm such a stupid! "how could i have been so stupid?" y/n sobbed in the restroom stall, sitting so no one could see her feet. her friends had definitely heard about the event and were anxious to find out if she was okay.

 "we know you're in there! please open the door." while her twin, mai, furiously knocked on the stall, maki said.

 "we already heard what happened, and when i see those boys, i will-" mai said fiercely, her hands clenched into fists from the rage in her body.

"nothing stupid, please." y/n replied in a broken voice, 

 "i completely agree!" remarked the elder zen'in twin, 

"open the fucking door already!" she said, ignoring her sister's remark. y/n stepped up from her toilet seat, and her trembling hands unlocked the stall's lock. when the girl emerged, her face was smeared with tears and her breathing was erratic. mai pulled her in for a hug right away. 

"are you all right?" maki murmured, concerned about her friend; she wasn't the best at consoling, but that was generally mai's duty. y/n clutched her taller friend tighter, her previously calmed tears returning to plague her cheeks. 

 “i’m so weak– so pathetic!” she sobbed, a knot growing in her throat as she remembered the terrifying events from earlier. 

 "you aren't! you're strong, but you need to learn to stand up for yourself." maki patted the girl's back in an attempt to calm her down. 

 “we heard someone helped you? that itadori kid?” mai inquired, tugging y/n off to meet her gaze. she looked around the bathroom, recalling the first-year who hit her bullies until his knuckles bled. "did he look cute?" 

 maki slapped her twins' arms.

 “what? "i'm just curious..."

 "uhm, he was kind of cute... "i noticed he had two facial tattoos," she remarked, breaking free from her friend's embrace and heading over to the bathroom sink, recalling the two marks beneath sukuna's eyes. y/n gazed in the mirror. as she smiled, she had a pale face and bloodshot eyes. 

 she was disgusted.

"isn't that like the first-year who was suspended a lot?" mai commented, appreciating her purple-painted nails. "i think so," maki replied.

 y/n bathed her face with cold water, and it felt wonderful. refreshing. it was good to wash those filthy boys' germs away. "third years are the worst." 

 maki and mai both agreed. 

 “c’mon free period is gonna end soon. let's chill." maki remarked, seizing y/ n's hand and bringing her out of the bathroom, mai trailing after them.

 * * *

 [changed pov - 2nd person]

 following the free period, your next class was chemistry. you approached your locker and fiddled with the little numbers on the lock. 241. then as you heard the quiet click, you grabbed your large chemistry textbook and slammed the small door shut. 

"hello." a sly voice from beside you said.

you shrieked back and looked beside you. “rika, what’s up?” you locked the small cupboard once more and began going towards your class. rika walked alongside you, hands behind her back and a weird smirk on her lips. this is not surprising behavior.

"i just wanted to say hi..."i missed hearing your voice." wrapping her arms around your neck, rika said. because you were her first friend, she was naturally clingy. you didn't mind because she was your friend.

 "i also heard about what happened... "would you like me to hex them?" rika had been engrossed in witchcraft since middle school, she asked innocently. she would not hesitate to use any of her 'magic' to cause harm to others in order to protect you. 

you grasped her shoulders and looked at her sharply. "no, i'm perfectly alright." one of them is already bruised enough."

"mhmmm... okay." as you both approached the chemical lab door and rika said her goodbyes, another body collided with you. sukuna, you peered behind you.

 he was attempting to enter the room at the same moment as you, causing your bodies to become wedged. you had no idea he was taking second-year chemistry.

 'he was most likely transferred recently... he must be good because he is only a first-year student.'

 "get out of my way, nerd," he growled, shoving past you rudely. you gazed at him, perplexed and dazed by everything that had happened today. you took a deep breath and proceeded to your seat. 

 you didn't have a lab partner before, for one thing because you were intelligent enough to do things on your own, and for another, no one wanted to be paired up with you. but there was sukuna seated next you.

 you sat down beside him, your hefty textbook on the tall table and your cute pink keychain dangling from your bag. you averted his piercing stare, feeling sukuna's eyes sear holes in your side. "do you have a pencil?" he muttered something under his breath.

“uhh.” you rummaged through your suitcase and chose the least feminine-looking item... but, it was blue with little cinnamonoroll patterns scattered throughout. he raised an eyebrow in response. "don't you have a more manly one?"

 "no..." you chuckled faintly in response to his request. you weren't scared of him like the others, you looked to be at ease around him. maybe because he save you from those bullies one time?

  he glanced at it again, yet he still used it. 

throughout the lesson, it seemed like sukuna couldn't keep his hands off you, poking and pinching your arms and lightly pulling on your hair. you tried to ignore his antics, but it was evident that sukuna was enjoying teasing you. as the lesson continued, you couldn't help but be annoyed and amused by his annoying behavior. 

 you had a blank expression on your face at one point. "how come you can't sit still?"

"you're just fun to tease." he said as he tried to sneakily try to pinch one of your arms again and you slapped it lightly. "stop." you held a serious face and he only laughed at you.  

 despite your serious expression and request for him to stop, sukuna continued to find amusement in teasing you. his laughter only fueled his desire to provoke a reaction from you. it was clear that he found great joy in getting under your skin, and it seemed unlikely that his antics would cease anytime soon. 

 when the teacher finished, you began packing your things you noticed sukana glancing at you several times. this lesson's project was assigned to you, and your partner was sukuna. 

 "the project is due next friday... do you want to start planning-" 

 sukuna walked away, completely ignoring you. you stood there, confused by sukuna's abrupt change in behavior, as he walked away without saying anything. you decided to give him some space and focus on the project on your own for the time being, since you were curious as to what had caused his abrupt dismissal.  

* * *

before you knew it it was the end of the day, you went to the main floor of the school building and changed your shoes to your outdoor ones. 

‘shit!’

 you focused on the fact that you had left your umbrella at home. it was a gorgeous sunny day when the day began, so you never considered bringing it. you packed your belongings and walked towards the exit, but your feet were firmly planted in front of it. you didn't want to walk home in the rain. realizing that it would be difficult to go home in such heavy rain, you considered finding a cozy spot in the school to wait it out.  

 you wore a frustrated expression as you waited for the rain to stop. you stared as raindrops splashed across the window, regretting not being more prepared. despite your displeasure, you couldn't help but love the rain's rhythmic beat and the way it converted the world outside into a pretty oasis. 

 “oi! "what are you standing there for, nerd?" remarked a familiar voice. sukuna, once more. 

 "i forgot to bring my umbrella. and because i walk home-" before you could finish, the boy quickly raised his black umbrella. 

"here, take mine," sukuna said with a smirk. "i don't mind getting wet." you couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and surprise at his unexpected act of kindness.  

 "weren't you ignoring me just a few hours ago?" you puzzledly wondered. sukuna shrugged casually. "yeah, well, i changed my mind," he replied casually. it was a minor gesture, but it made you wonder if sukuna was more than meets the eye. "don't make me regret it, brat."

“guess im not gonna see you in two days.” you remarked. as you both walked under the pouring rain. you guiding him to your home. sukuna glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. 

 “what? are you obsessed with me already?” 

 “w-what? oh, i'm not—oh, ugh." as red began to pool in your cheeks, you muttered, flustered. sukuna chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. "relax, i was just teasing. but who knows, maybe yuu will be obsessed with me soon enough."  

 "i-no-i-," you stammered. he, on the other hand, found it amusing. as you continued to stumble over your words, sukuna's laughter boomed through the rain-soaked streets. despite your shame, you couldn't help but get fond of his intriguing personality.

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[cakerybakery]

“Oh, fuck me.” Adam muttered, staring down the barrel of the gun.

“Oh, have we gotten to the ‘I’ll do anything if you spare me’ portion of this robbery, sherif?” Lucifer Morningstar, had a cocky smile as he teased the much bigger man.

Adam didn’t say anything as train under their feet clacked its way down the track.

“Well folks, it seems I have your officer of the law at my mercy.” That smirk never quit. “I was going to rob you fine people, but it seems I have a two for one special. I’ll take you money and I’ll take your protection.”

Adam barely grabbed the bag that was tossed at him.

“Now, here’s how it works. The sheriff is going to walk around and collect your valuables into this here sack. If anyone tries anything funny, I shoot him in the fucking head. Maybe you’d be willing to risk your neck but will you sentence a man of the law to death to play hero?” There was silence and Lucifer called them smart.

Doing what he was told, Adam walked around with the bag in his hand and gun aimed for his head.

Lucifer was notorious for only taking from those that can afford to go without. Real Robin Hood type, if Robin Hood kept the money only for himself. He was only after the goods he could get in this one car. It’s why Adam picked it for the stake out.

One of Lucifer’s men stopped the train and, gun to his head, Lucifer walked Adam off the train.

“On your knees.” Adam dropped, the cold steel pressed to the back of his head.

“If anyone tries to be a hero, I’ll blow his fucking brain out. Now get that god damned train going again. If I see it stop, bye-bye sheriff.”

The train started up again and Angel, another one of Lucifer’s men rode up with a pair of horses. Although Angel seemed to spend more time in dresses than pants, so Adam didn’t know if he could call Anthony, aka Angel, a proper man.

Husk, a third member of Lucifer’s crew walked up as the train started to pick up steam once more.

The barrel didn’t pull off the back of his head until t’il the train was out of sight. Adam didn’t have time to do much before he was grabbed by the collar and pulled up into a kiss. Lucifer’s tongue ravaging his mouth.

“Get a room you two.” Husk’s gruff voice interrupted Adam and Lucifer’s make out session.

Lucifer pouted and snuggled his head into Adam’s chest. “But we haven’t seen each other for hours!”

Adam laughed at his husband. Little fucker had probably been whining the whole time too. Almost blew the con to be cheeky.

Well, maybe not almost. But still! It could have happened.

He hauled himself up on Lucifer’s horse and helped pull Lucifer up too. His was back at camp and they needed to ride together. Not that either minded.

“We best get heading back if we want to beat Charlie’s train. She’s arriving in a few days and we still have a full day’s ride to get back.”

“Hard to believe she’s home from college for Christmas.”

Lucifer leaned back against Adam’s chest and let Adam steer old Buttercup back to camp.

“Just think, Lucifer, our little Charlie, of to college to become a doctor cause she wants to help people. Where did we go wrong?” Adam laughed but he was proud of her.

“Perhaps hiding that we’re wanted bandits from her?”

“That might have done it.”

[wttt-dirus-work]

So, i saw a post with NY headcanons and it reminded me that while i included my own disabled headcanons in my fics, i forgot to make my own headcanons post (?) and i've got more than i though lol

So here we go!

NY: Dude got a bad eye, someday it's normal, other days it get blurred. He also has a scar over it, and his shoulders can get funky when its humid outside.

NJ: some of y'all already knows it, but Jersey got Tourette's. Mostly shoulder jerking, neck twitching, blinking hard and grimacing. When it gets bad his back jerks, and his vocals tics get worse (mostly whistles and pop, tho if hes anxious/stressed he does repeat some words)

Delaware: he got arthritis in his hands, and can hardly move them.

Mass: He was injured during the revolution, and walking became harder for him (limping and his legs became stiffer), then another injury during the civil war made him unable to walk for some days, therefore he use a wheelchair most of the time. He is still able to walk, but it is either too painful, or he doesn't have the energy needed to be able to stand all day.

Connie: he got shaky hands, when he's tired, nervous or angry, he cant hold anything with those. Its his nerves, and it doesnt hurt but its annoying.

Vermont: he got diabetes! Type 1; and it's so fucking expensive that it's Québec his "dealer" (it cost around 98$US when here its around 12$CAN sooo). He also got a sweet tooth, and forget to watch his sugar level (Hampshire there's for it; buddy's wayy to protective to let anything happen to Vermont)

PA: he's dyslexic, and it's mostly Mass who helps him with paperwork when he's not badgering Connie.

Florida: That gremling got Adhd, big dyslexia and his first language is spanish (which doesnt help with the reading). He also got so many scars from disturbing wildlife (anyone has seen that "yoink" dude in the everglades? Yeah thats flo). He got chronic pain in his left knee, and his right wrist always cracks when he moves it.

Louie: french lover is a people pleaser, but the chillest person you'll ever meet. He never panics, and is sometime too calm; but hurt any of the southern state (or Cal) and you're done. He's the voodoo capital, so dont mess with him

Georgia: hes an insomniac, but is fucking sleepy during the day (the math aint mathing ya know). He can sleep anywhere except during the night. He's bud with york and nevada, you can find those three driking in silence during a poker game.

Virginia: (uses they/them) they have a limp on the left leg, who always in pain (low but chronic with some real bad days). They're also a sleepwalker (think Celinaspookyboo style) and Georgia (or one of the insomniac state) each switch to watch them at night.

Montana: deer in headlights when spoken to. Will not talk to anyone when he doesnt have something to say or isnt upset (that sketch with the clown thing? Yeah he talked to them cause he was angry). Dont talk to him, dont even aknowledge him and he'll be more than happy to not exist in your mind. (Hes jealous of alaskas ability to not being seen)

Cal: dudes his always in pain. The fire, the drought, to goldrushes, hes always hurting. He got big scars from the fires, and his skin is the dryest thing ever despite all the moisturizer he uses. When he's burning up his eyes gets cloudy grey; they itch and cry all the time, and he cant see shit. He also need an oxygen mask when its too bad, and his eyes are naturaly gold.

Washington: hes a bitch. Dude got poor circulation too, so his hands and feet are always cold. When it's raining for too long his hair is oily, and when it's a drought it's the driest (he uses dryshampoo and got a routine to fight it).

Oregon : hes gay. Thats a known thing, and he's the bridge between Cal and Wash. Hes nicer to cal than wash, but he's not kind. The west coast are nice in interraction, but they ain't your friends.

Nevada: ah, vada. He got scaring from the nuclear testing, can see in the dark like nobody, and is the only state who can chose to change their physical appearance. Has coloured hair (pink or purple mostly) and the greenest eyes you'll ever see (or purple, didnt made my mind yet). Hes careful with his diet and always exercice despite the painful joins.

Texas: that idiot got sleep apnea but refuses to get checked out for it (and get a CPAP). He also has asthma (geez that word is hard to write) and colorblindness (can't see red). He only wears his shirt cause he knows what the colours are and refused to be pranked about that.

If you wanna adds your own, your welcome to do so! ^^

[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳“

Inspo: Labrinth - Dracula Cigarettes After Sex - K.

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: There was always someone or something that had been watching you...

Warnings: Angst, sexual tension, smut, dumbification, fingering, mommy kink, and blood consumption.

Words: 3648

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

When Jennifer told you to not delve into the underworld, you really should’ve listened. Maybe that was because of the lack of hours of rest or the constant blabbering your boss did whenever you gave him more evidence and leads to the case you had been working on since you joined the police department. But you knew it was the fact that you wouldn’t dare walk the streets at night. Not down a dark alley, not down a well-lit street–nowhere. You wouldn’t risk it after the things you��d seen happening right beneath your feet.

“You want to make my client testify for–your words exactly, ‘A vampire society living under our city’?” Jennifer questioned, staring at the paper you’d given her. Looking back up at you with an incredulous look on her face, eyes squinting. “Did you smoke something before you wrote this-”

“Jen, this is real!” You exclaimed, grabbing the paper from her hand and slamming it on her desk. “This is fucking real and I am scared!”

Hearing that come from her best friend, a woman who never backs down from anything, scared of some myth surprised her. You became a detective to help solve problems others didn’t have answers to. And an extension of that, you were willing to put your life on the line to do the right thing. But this was something that kept you up at night. A constant whisper being spoken into your flesh, making you shiver despite the multitude of blankets that you hoped would protect you. Yet, no matter what you did, no matter how much divide you created from what could lurk in the dark, you still didn’t feel safe.

So, seeing this altered side of you irked with Jennifer, who rose from her chair and stared at you, concerned. “Y/n, maybe you need to take some time off from work,” she suggested. “We can book a flight to Tahiti once I’m done with this case-”

“Fuck-” You groaned, running your hands over your face. “Jen, this fear just doesn’t go away. I know what I’ve seen and I know what is happening. For all I fucking know, they could be watching and listening!”

Upon saying that, you finally realized your mistake. Looking at Jennifer with wide eyes as you snatched the paper from her desk and made your way to the door. “Y/n, where the hell are you-”

“Get security, Jen! Do whatever you have to to keep yourself for the next few days!” That was all you left the famous lawyer before you were sprinting out of her room and through the firm. Out to do god knows what, which left an unsettling feeling in Jennifer’s chest.

Grabbing her pen, about to look down at her table, she saw the reflection through from her glass desk. Staring at two glowing red orbs before they glowed brighter with a face becoming apparent. The person’s lips twisted into a foul and sinister grin, causing Jennifer’s blood to run cold with the puncture of something slowly pressing deep into the side of her neck.

“My pet is coming home.”

Traversing your way down those familiar alleys that were populated with people searching for the same thing, but with different reasons. Peace, fantasy, change; whatever it was that drove them to look for the Underground, you didn’t care as much as you should. If they wanted to be used as blood bags, then so be it. You were going to bring this entire thing down to the ground and if that meant killing, then you would.

It wasn’t hard to find that obscured entrance near the old docks in Harlem. A large set of oil drums were stacked around it, hiding that huge hole that had a flimsy piece of wood covering it. The hardest part was removing all the oil drums before getting to the entrance without drawing any unwanted attention. And with the already noticeable paranoia, it took you a bit to build up the courage to just enter.

The tunnels had lamps hooked along the right and left corners. One repeating after the other after 5 feet of distance to keep the consistent light in the dusty tunnel. Wooden beams keep some support from the dirt above your head and prevent the tunnel from collapsing. Gun in hand and phone in the other, you carefully made your way forward. Always taking cautious glances behind you, hyper-aware that you were once again entering the territory you didn’t belong in.

But whatever you did, there was a calling to it. Unspoken words echo in your head with an unrecognizable voice being accompanied by them. Perhaps it was the case and how deep you were in it or just the fear of what you’d uncovered. But there was an unaltering fear that would subside no matter the time you spent away from the case. And running away from it might just make things worse.

So here you were, going deeper down the rabbit hole and being able to hear the pounding music that shook the ground beneath your feet. The multiple scents of candles being burnt gave floral scents that assaulted your nose unapologetically. But once you made it towards the exit, the warm lighting of candles was enough to reveal the horrors that kept you up at night.

Sprawled out on couches were vampires and humans. Drinking, eating, and sucking away the men's and women's blood. Balancing a delicate line between life and death with how pale they were. It was voluntary from what you guessed but didn’t change the fact that there were indeed vampires and they were living with the humans. And if they were peaceful, you might give up the chase, but you also knew that these same vampires that were smiling, laughing, talking, there were a few that had murdered humans that were innocent. That’s how you got started on this case and ended up finding this place. Murders that had an abnormality to them raised questions that needed answers.

Holstering your pistol, you carefully moved through the bodies of people walking to private rooms or in the public scenery of the hideout. Gripping your phone tighter by your side as you took multiple pictures. The first time you came down here, you were in too much of a state of shock to even think about gathering evidence. But now with the threat of Jennifer’s life now at stake, you needed to gather all the evidence you could before bringing it to your chief who could properly conduct a plan to raid the hideout.

“You must be her.” The sudden silky smooth voice made you flinch. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you turned to find a blonde woman standing with her arms crossed, a glass with a red substance staining the inside of it. From all the other women you had seen, she wore a pair of black slacks with a black suit jacket to match. Features are soft and seem to be etched to perfection just by the beauty and natural glow she gave. Her pale skin beneath revealed with only a black lace bra covering her breasts from your eyes. Her eyes burned a fiery orange that placed you in a sliver of a trance, hypnotized by the glow they produced. They looked you up and down with judgement, setting your smaller frame ablaze.

But after a few moments, she hummed with a nod, almost confirming her previous assumption. “Yeah, you’re definitely her,” the woman spoke, a hint of a smile on her lips as she stepped closer. Her lips parted to reveal her pearly white teeth, tongue pressing gently to her right canine that was razor sharp. Too afraid of causing a commotion or making your goals known, you stayed planted when the woman stood mere inches from you. Having to anchor your head to keep her gaze.

Her freehand found your waist, nails gently digging into the denim. Pulling you closer, a silent order that you followed and was acknowledged with a hum of approval. “Why she decided to have you to herself I will never understand,” she muttered. “There’s enough of you that we could share. You would be a treat to have in my bed tonight.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to maintain a strong front, you sniffled. “Where is she?”

The woman tilted her head, smiling slightly. “Not going to tell me your name, love?” She inquired. “Mine’s Yelena. And the woman you’re looking for isn’t of your concern.”

As Yelena was beginning to close the distance, the sound of footsteps behind you alerted her. Lifting her eyes past you, nose twitching before she pulled away. “But it seems like our fun has been cut short. These men will take you to her.”

Without so much as a whisper, you were taken away by the two men who you guessed were guards. You were still spiralling trying to figure out how they knew you and how they knew you would be here. But that also meant that they’d been watching. Worsening the regret of even talking to Jennifer about this case that was becoming worse and worse the more time went by.

Being escorted through the dark corners of the main lounge, you were then sent down a hall that had luminescent lights on the ceiling. Casting a faint light aqua on the plain black walls as the sound of the men’s dress shoes bounces off the walls with loud clicks. You were suffocating, strangled by the sense of fear and deprivation of hope. If they knew what you were up to, then you might as well be dead. And if they knew you had evidence, well, you might as well be locked up and used as a personal blood machine. Now, you would shoot yourself before that ever dared to be the case. But there was a tinge of curiosity that tugged at the strings of your mind, wanting to learn and maybe find a reason to turn away from this place and take that well-needed vacation Jennifer had suggested to you.

Stopping at the end of the hall, the two men stood on either side of you. An expectant look in their eyes as they motioned with their heads towards the door that stood in front of you. There was no other sound beyond; only the booming music coming from behind you. Letting out a shaky exhale, you carefully grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, entering the room.

The first thing that hit you was the warm aroma given off. A strong timber and homely scent invades your nostrils and slowly slips deeper into your body. It wasn’t like the harsh candles in the lounge, this was nicer and warmer. Then you were quick to notice that the room wasn’t lit as well as the hallway or lounge, plunging most corners of the room into darkness. Only thing to be seen was a desk that held the source of light with books and papers sprawled across the top. A bottle of blood standing just a few inches from a chair that was turned away from your vision.

Your trance was broken when the door to the room slammed shut, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Looking around and finding that same feeling of being watched become apparent. There were very few things you could see through the darkness. And with the light aiding your vision, it prevented your eyes from adjusting and telling things apart in the shadows.

“Uh…” There was a pause, pursing your lips and brows creasing. “I heard you were looking for me?”

“That would be right.” The sudden voice made you swing around with your pistol levelled in that direction. A spark of a flame igniting with the faintest features being revealed. Lips, jaw, and eyes that glowed a bright crimson red. Cigarette resting between the woman’s lips that she sparked before waving the match out.

The sound of her shoes alerted you to her approach as she finally revealed herself, and you couldn’t contain the widening of your eyes. The woman stood a good foot above you, without added inches from her shoes. Same as Yelena, her features were soft and sculpted for perfection. If vampires and books related to reality, then you guessed aging hadn’t taken effect and left her in a time period  Her long luscious red hair held a natural shine to it as it fell over her shoulders. Body broad in its structure, which you guessed was muscle hidden beneath her clothes. Almost exactly like Yelena, the woman wore a dress jacket and slacks. The only difference was there was no bra to hide your curious gaze. Just one lift of her arm or sway of the jacket and you were given a peek of what was beneath.

You had to hold back the shiver that ran down your body being under this woman's dark gaze. All she did was slowly stop right in front of you. Her hulking figure towering with her free hand cupping your jaw and gently turning your face. Red chapstick lips tilted into a grin as she inspected your features closely. “You look a whole lot better in person than from a distance, darling.”

“Who the hell are you?” You muttered, glaring at the woman. Even if she may be overwhelmingly attractive, you wouldn’t let it show.

But sadly, the woman only continued to smile down at you. “Natasha Romanoff,” she answered. “And you are Y/n. Detective for the NYPD and well-known for solving all her cases. But here she is, searching for something to shoot her into stardom, right?”

“That’s not it.” You moved your head from her grasp, which made her snicker.

“Of course, it isn’t.” She moved past you, still continuing to puff on that cigarette. “You have a moral compass that was made before your father died–By the way, you were a cute kid back then.” Natasha collapsed in the leather chair, eyes rolling up and down your body with a glazed thought on the precipice of her eyes. “Sexy now-”

“You knew my father?” You questioned, silencing the vampire that let her eyes flicker up to yours.

Sniffling, she grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The sight of her adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp made you inhale deeply, constricting your air supply as you looked away. Waiting for her to let out a breath to signify she’d stopped. When she did, you looked back to find stains and droplets of blood running down her chin with a few being lost on her lip. “I knew your father because we worked together for a few years,” she said, wiping her face with a napkin. “Now, you were too young and I avoided alerting you of my presence. But I was there and I’ve always been there, Y/n.”

A chuckle slipped past your lips, running a hand over your face. “Ok, so you want me to believe that my father worked with you? A vampire?” You questioned, scoffing in disbelief. “You must think I am stupid to believe.”

“No, you’re a brat that I have to tame till you understand that we’re inseparable,” Natasha stated. “Did you ever wonder why you have that birthmark in the center of your hand? That was when I first saw you. The first time I saw your future and knew what would come to be.” She stood to her feet, slowly making her way around the desk. “Everything up to this moment has been played on repeat in my head for the years I’ve watched you grow into this beautiful woman that was sworn to be mine.”

“You’re fucked up,” you told her, an incredulous etched on your face.

Natasha shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she leaned on the end of her desk. “Or I am a lonely woman looking for something that might bring some light to my life,” she replied simply. “I know you better than you know yourself, Y/n. I know your schedule, I know the way you like your eggs, I know the way you like your hair done–Fuck, I know the way you liked to be fucked.”

That made you inhale sharply, trying to contain the warmth that nestled under your skin. Finding her staring at you amused, lips matching the same emotion. “And I also know that since you walked in here and saw me, there has been a specific scent radiating from you.” She pointed her finger to the apex of your legs, tongue pressing to one of her canines. “From there.”

You stepped back, slightly embarrassed. Again, there was no doubt Natasha was attractive. But all her previous statements, all her knowledge about you created this flame in your chest that felt unnatural and different from everything else. No guy or woman had been able to give you this and it frightened you honestly. And something about the way that she showed love from a distance and watched you do so many things that could’ve thrown her over the edge, making her presence known to you, was intoxicating to dream about.

“It’s getting stronger, darling.” Her words made you blink, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Get a handle on yourself or I’ll do it for you.”

And for the first time tonight or since you picked up this case, there wasn’t fear. You met the source of all those uneasy feelings you felt in the dark. All the whispers on the back of your neck. The feather-like touches on your legs when you slept. The safety and protection in public or in any case that had your life in the balance. You stood in front of it and you felt no fear, only connection.

That’s why when a hint of a smile appeared on your face, Natasha finally had you.

“Try me.”

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t speak.

But, God, you loved every single moment of this.

Natasha had promptly laid you across her desk. Not even attempting to pamper you with some loving touches or her lips where you needed her. Instead, she ripped your pants off and made way for her fingers to glaze over your drenched heat. Getting her fingers nice and soaked before she pressed her fingers past your fluttering cunt where you cried and whined.

The burning contrast of the warm desk versus Natasha’s cold hands put you in a hyper-aware state. Trying to shake the shivers from your ebony skin whilst trying to feel the tiniest bit of heat. From her one hand grabbed at your breasts, while the other was lost between your legs, fingers deep inside of you and never failing to make you cry out in bliss.

You were on cloud nine. Trying to focus on every touch and sound that came from Natasha, but her fingers sucked the soul out of you. Leaving nothing but a brainless and powerless toy she could have her way with.

“Looks like I broke you, love,” she laughed watching the drool slip from the corner of your parted lips. Eyes rolled back with breathless moans unapologetically filling the empty space of her office. Your ebony skin is covered in the marks of her red lipstick from her kisses to somehow enhance your orgasms. But now, it seemed like you were on the brink of going numb, and she liked it that way.

There’d been too many times she’d seen you be a brat and she needed to change that sooner than later.

“M-M-Mommy!” You cried, nails digging deep into the vampire’s sides as your back arched off the desk from the specific curl of her fingers, triggering that fast approach of your orgasm. But the tittle stirred something in Natasha, igniting her crimson eyes to brighten in their colour.

She leaned down, beginning to pant with her eyes focusing on your pulse point. She could see the glow beneath your flesh and how it flashed with each rapid beat of your heart. Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat, salivating as she leaned in closer. “Can I have a taste?” She inquired, feeling your hands finger her hair. Gently tugging her away, not enough that could remove her fully create distance, but she could feel the desperation building in her stomach. You were practically dangling a toy in her face, tempting her with bliss. “Please, let me have a taste.”

Almost like your goal was to make her beg, you pulled her closer and she latched on. The pain grounded you for a few moments, sobbing out before her fingers curled again, slicing the knot in your stomach and making you climax. Both the pain and orgasm sent rapid waves of emotion through your body as you whined, quivering beneath her large frame. Legs curled around Natasha’s waist as you felt the energy in your body slowly be sucked away. Able to let a small smile appear feeling Natasha shake slightly, whimpers muffled from your flesh.

By the time Natasha pulled away, you were panting, your body pale and weak. She stood to her full height, tilting her head with those beautiful crimson eyes staring down at you. How you looked was absolutely perfect, but what you saw might just be better. With the candle lighting, you were able to faintly see the features of her face above her lips. Her eyes shone through the darkness like a beacon of hope. But her lips were drenched in your blood. Her teeth were stained with droplets running down to her chin where they dropped and hit her sensitive body. And even through all of this, that same damn dress jacket was worn.

She smiled, humming with her tongue flicking out, running across her lips. “Mommy has a new treat.”

[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 17

Words: 2068

Warnings: auction, bathed by strangers, smut, semi roleplay

You shivered as the cold water was poured over your head again. Dozens of hands rubbing rough washcloths against your skin. Lathering you up with suds and then washing it away with cold water. All of their eyes were so blank and empty. You could tell that even as they were preparing you that they weren't really registering your existence. Harshly combing through your hair to undo any knots. Pushing against your head as they forcefully lathered your hair with sweet floral smelling conditioner. Sputtering against them after they forced your head under the water. Practically drowning you as they washed out the product.

Unkind hands pulled you from the bathtub, knocking your knees against the porcelain as you struggled to stand fast enough. Groaning out in pain as you were given no time to sooth the injury. Dripping water onto the cheap flooring beneath your feet. The rush of hands didn’t stop working for a moment. Drying you off with rough towels, using something like a blow dryer on your hair to dry it without making it frizz. Hopefully you could figure out what that was later, it would be so useful... The hands of your blank helpers still were harsh even when rubbing in lotion. 

They’d only just managed to shove you into a somewhat sheer white nightgown- that left little to the imagination but covered just enough to not show off your whole body- before the door opened. In sauntered a man with a smug smile on his face and lust in his eyes.

“Aren’t you a pretty little flower to be plucked,” he drawled out.

You blinked, confused and dazed by what he meant. The whirlwind of activity still bewildering you. What? What did he mean? 

He circled around you, examining you from all angles.

“You’re not the most endowed thing are you?” He questioned. “Well, not that it really matters with that pretty face, someone is sure to buy you. We’ll start the bidding with you as a treasure. If we don’t get any takers I’m sure that cutting off some of that nightgown will help speed the process up!”

Trembling, reality set in. All those girls had collars around their necks that showed them to belong to this man. He had clearly broken them, made them into mindless little puppets for him. You could only hope that whoever purchased you wouldn’t want to do that to you. As it was growing more clear in your mind that there would be no escape from being sold.

Hair still dripping, you didn’t dare struggle as he grabbed you and dragged you down the hallway. Stumbling trying to keep up with him, eyes wide as you took in the dozens of doors that you passed by. A detailed door covered with intricate carvings in a deep dark wood was opened by a man covered in weapons that made your skin pale in fear. Flinching away from the bright lights in the room, biting back a whimper as you were casually tossed onto the floor. Splayed out, you soon lifted your watery eyes to try and look out upon the audience. You couldn’t see much past your unfallen tears and the bright lights shining on you. Dazed as you tried to look at the numerous shadows to see if someone would save you.

The heat of the spotlights helps to dry your hair, causing it to start to curl. The only help you were sure to receive. It was a relief to not have your wet hair dripping onto your white gown. You were already exposed enough, you didn’t need it to be further assisted in showing you off to all these strangers.

“Let the bidding begin for this cute little treasure at 50,000 standard,” the man called out.

You zoned out his continued words as you focused on trying to see the hazy figures lifting their hands, raising the number higher and higher. The dizzying high numbers meaning nothing to you, the currency a mystery. But it felt so high, you couldn’t see yourself being worth this much.

The terrified and confused face that you were making was hopefully helping the bidders to see you as a cute little thing to protect. At least you hoped so. You didn’t think you could stand if someone cruel got their hands on you.

After your eyes were given some time to adjust, while the bidding continued on around you- the people in the room were slightly visible. One man in the middle of the group, but slightly off to the side caught your eye. A freshly lit cigar in his mouth, smoke slowly being breathed out. Sharp suit covering his body, glossy gloves and shiny shoes polished to perfection. His dark hair peppered with silver that gave him a dignified look. Sitting with his legs slightly spread, one hand resting against his thigh. He was enticing. Giving off a stern dignified air, but also one of safety. He was a predator but he would fiercely protect what was his. 

Instincts almost demanded you rush over to his side, to climb into his lap and cling to him. Beg him to keep you safe, to protect you from the eyes of others. Your shaky legs and the far distance between the two of you was the only thing to stop you from fleeing the stage.

Your heart skipped several beats when you saw him raise his cigar into the air to signify that he was bidding. Some incomprehensibly large number leaving his lips. Disappointed murmurs filling the room at his offer. Did that mean it was high enough that the other couldn't match it now? Would you get the protector you had desired?

“Sold!”

The loud call broke you out of your trance. When you realized that you hadn’t paid enough attention to know if anyone had passed his wager you began to tremble. Fear clinging to you. Then he stood, your protector standing and making his way to the stage.

The man who sold you nudged you forward with his foot. Not wanting to risk him truly kicking you, you scrambled forward on hands and knees. Making it to the edge of the stage, right in front of the man. He towered above you since you were still sitting on the floor. He sent a glare above your head to your seller.

“I assume you know better than to dare harm the treasure I just purchased from you.”

“Of course not,” the cruel man purred, dripping in ego. “But you haven’t finalized the deal until I get my money, and your treasure has a collar around her pretty little neck.”

Your protector- gosh you hoped your instincts were correct and he would protect you- reached into his pocket pulling out a thick wad of crystalline paper that glimmered in the light. Handing it, offering it to the man who quickly raised it to the light to examine how the light played across it before smiling and pocketing it.

“All yours now, the most that has even been paid for a treasured girl. Wouldn’t have taken you as one to want something he’s now sword to never harm,” the man teased.

A sharp smile matched his cold response,” Why would I ever want to harm such a precious belonging? She would be of little use to me broken.”

Gasps leave your lips as he does place a collar around your neck, tightening it so that you cannot forget that it is there. With every breath and swallow you could feel his ownership of you. A matching leash is wrapped around his hand and hooked to the ring of your collar. A short tether gently yanking you off the stage.

You're still shaking. From the adrenaline and fear as you stumbled along with him. But he keeps a decently slow pace. Steady enough for you to manage. Seeming to be watching out for any stumbles you might take. You could smell the smoke and spices that he gave off. Trying to get as close to him as you could as you walked. He took a seat down back in a similar position as before once he was back to his still open seat.

Standing there near him, wondering what you’re supposed to do. Should you continue to stand or kneel? Your eyes are drawn to his thighs as his hands lightly pats them for you. Scrambling and tripping over yourself to sit in his lap. You were getting your wish to be close to him, protected. Curling up in his lap, smoke being blown out past your face with each puff of the cigar that he took.

Settling into a peaceful, warm, content sense of relaxation you didn’t flinch when his hand grabbed your chin, cigar carefully kept away from your skin in his grasp. Guiding your face towards his lips. Softly kissing you with dry lips, tasting of smoke and licorice. Content beyond words you watch the rest of the auction. Your protector buying a few other items, but not another person. You didn’t understand the point of what he purchased but it didn’t matter. When he was finished with his cigar he put it out against the table. Leaving a small circular burn mark on the otherwise perfect dark wood table. Scooping you into his arms securely as he stood to carry you both away.

He didn't walk far before he stopped at an ornate pillar walking directly towards it. You were confused for a few moments. Until he opened the pillar, carrying you inside. Hmm, the TARDIS.

“May I claim you, my treasure, as my lover?”

“Yes.” 

Your word was scarcely more than a whisper- the first word you had spoken the entire day. The entire night. Perhaps even longer than that. He continued down another hallway bringing you to a lush four poster bed covered in black silk. Laying you down, your gown was a beautiful contrast to the sheets. His hands waste no time sneaking under the gown to discover to his delight that you had been given no undergarments. Squeaking as his fingers quickly press against your entrance. Sliding into you, being filled and stretched by him.

“Look into my eyes, treasure,” he commanded.

You obeyed, struggling to keep your eyes open to look into his hypnotic brown eyes. Everything was fading but his eyes and how good it felt to be filled by him.

Pushing down his pants and boxers with one hand to reveal his hard cock. You immediately understood the need for this preparation with his fingers.

“I will make you feel good,” he soothed as you squirmed at the sight.

At first just the tip, the head of his cock was pushed past the lips of your cunt. Moaning out at how full and stretched you were at your entrance. You needed him deeper, it wasn’t enough yet. Cries being quieted with a kiss as he thrust the rest of the way into you, balls deep in you. His warm skin against yours. There was no more space in your body yet somehow his little thrusts and grinds against you managed to reach deeper. He kissed away the tears accumulating in the corners of your eyes. Telling you over and over again how good you were, taking him so well. Something warm spilled into your body past where he had filled you, leaking out around his cock. Collapsing on top of you for a moment before he found the energy to roll the two of you to change your positions. His show of strength causes you to clench down on his softening cock, earning a small hiss from his lips. Feeling hazy and warm you can’t move enough to stop your assault on his oversensitive cock. He would lift you off of him if it got to be too much for him, you were sure.

“We should do roleplays like this more often, Master,” you muttered against his skin all tired from being fucked so deep. You were sure to be sore later. “I think that’s the roughest you’ve been with me in a while, it was nice.”

He laughed against your skin, “greedy little treasure, you can never get enough can you?”

“Not if it's you,” you longingly replied. “You might have to help me walk later, I don’t think I can.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

[eagerbby]

only you | e.m.

pairing| Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| You and Eddie were never meant to be just friends.

an| written in a world where Eddie was never accused, never died, and more importantly, finally graduated. not very canon, billy’s still alive and briefly mentioned. this was a quick break from a fix-it fic I’m currently writing and very much inspired by the song touch tank by quinnie. it’s eddies song and i’ll die on this hill.

warnings| oral (female receiving), PnV (protected), Eddie running his mouth, thats a warning in itself, 18+ only

[June 9, 1986]

The pitiless Indiana sun hung high in the cerulean sky, its uv-rays biting at your bare skin. The cool pool water lapping over your legs every time Eddie moved was the only relief at the moment.

“Have you ever been in the ocean?” He asked lazily, his long fingers flicking water across your bare thighs. The two of you lay opposite each other in the barely six foot wide and three foot deep blow up pool set up next to his front porch. Your feet floated next to his shoulders, grazing the freckled pale skin there every time he shifted or turned. Meanwhile, tall and gangly Eddie had his head propped up on the blue polyvinyl rim, his own feet hung over the side next to your head. He had bitched and moaned once the two of you had finally finished setting it up, “I don’t even fit all the way.” He’d complained. “Why’d you buy a damn kiddie pool?”

You had laughed at him, his pale body laying stick straight in the cool water in only a pair of plaid blue boxers. You had begged him to let you buy him a pair of swim shorts but he had refused.

“It’s just you and me, it’s not like you haven’t seen my boxers all over my bedroom floor.”

“Yeah, but what if you go to the public pool? You’ll need them then.”

“Ha. Not likely you’ll ever see Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson at the public pool. The parent’s would probably gather pitchforks and torches and hang me at the gallows.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Eds.”

“M’not. And anyway, I don’t like swimming, I’m only doing this for you.”

“My parents used to take my little brother and I to the Outer Banks when we were younger. We’d go every summer, swim in the ocean or walk the dunes to the lighthouse.” You opened your eyes to look at him only to find he’s already watching you speak, his deep brown eyes hidden behind the lens of his aviator sunglasses. His hair is almost dry now except for the ringlets that float atop his shoulders in the water. “You should probably take those sunglasses off before you get too much sun on your face. Gonna get a weird ass tan line from them.”

He does as you tell him, taking them off and tossing them onto the porch. “I’ve never been.” He said. “The ocean scares the fuck outta me. All that never ending water. Do you ever think about how many bodies are in the ocean? Lost to the dark depths of the sea.”

You sat up at his words, a perplexed look on your face as you stared at him. “Well that’s fucking morbid. Jesus Christ, Eddie.”

He only shrugged in his usual unbothered way, his knuckles grazing the skin of your thigh beneath the rippling water.

“You’ve never thought about it before?” He asked.

“Not really, no. I guess I blocked the thought from my mind. I love swimming in the ocean.”

“You love swimming with dead bodies. Got it.”

You splashed him at this, laughing as the small tidal wave blasted him. The shock of the cold water hitting his warm skin caused him to shoot up, water dripping down his face as he wrestled you backwards into the water. You squealed when he grabbed your shoulders, his hand holding the back of your neck as he dunked you. The gurgle of the water echoed your laugh and as he pulled you back up you spit a fountain of water right into his face.

“Who would have ever imagined that you, The Princess of Hawkins high and valediction, was such a freak.”

“I graduated two years ago, Eddie! Now I’m just the queen of folding panties at Starcourt mall, and failing my English lit course.”

You watched Eddie’s expression shift at the word panties, your best friend's eyes now slightly wider, his grip on the back of your neck a little harder. He was so close to you, sitting on his knees in the small pool, completely leaned over your body. You didn’t see him shirtless often and you had never seen him shirtless and so close. If you reached up you could trace the dark ink of his tattoo that sat just beneath his collarbone. Scratch your fingers against the small splattering of hair on his sternum. That strange feeling stirred in your stomach, the same one you’d been getting for a couple months now. You didn’t understand it and what made it worse was that Eddie, your best friend, was the sole cause of it.

You felt it for the first time after Eddie had fallen asleep during your weekly movie night. His head was laying on the pillow in your lap, you hadn’t even noticed he’d fallen asleep until you heard him softly snore. He’d had a bad day at school, Jason Carver and his cronies spray painting ‘Freak’ in bright red letters across the windshield of his van. When you got to his trailer later that day you found him sitting on the hood of the van with a razor blade, slowly scraping the still wet paint from the glass. You had tried helping him but he only waved you off, telling you it was fine. But his eyes were red rimmed and glassy like he’d been crying. You wanted to kill those stupid jocks, which you voiced with indignation. But Eddie had only shook his head. He wasn’t a fighter despite what the whole town thought. He just didn’t have it in him.

“Lets go.” You said softly, your hand holding onto his forearm as you looked up at him.

“What?”

“To the ocean. Let’s go to the ocean, Eddie.” It was only a whisper as it passed your lips, your eyes searching his face. His furrowed eyebrows made him appear confused, but there was something else swimming in the chocolate brown of his iris’.

“What are you talking about, Crazy?” He lazily dragged you to sit up as he shifted from his knees to stretch his long legs out in front of himself. You waited for him to get comfortable before bouncing up onto your own knees, your fingers excitedly grabbing the wet fabric of his boxers on his leg. You don’t notice his cheeks flush as his eyes quickly flashed down to your hands and back up to your eyes.

“You, Eddie Munson, are a high school graduate now. You have a whole summer before you have to start thinking about what's next! And I have some vacation time and a shoebox full of savings from the past two years.” You rambled, your smile so wide it hurts your cheeks. “We could take your van, o-or my car, and we could drive to the Outer Banks. Rent a motel and just have fun.”

“Y-you want to waste two years worth of savings to go to the beach?”

“It wouldn’t be a waste, Eddie! It’d be… well it’d be like an adventure.”

He was silent, looking away from you, his eyes scanning the quiet trailer park. Your shoulders dropped a little when you realized he didn’t share the same excitement as you. He had an entire summer to do whatever he wanted, why would he want to spend it with you driving to somewhere he’s never been.

He doesn’t even like the ocean, you idiot.

“Forget it. It’s stupid.” He jumped a little as you suddenly stood up, rivets of water rushing down the expanse of your body. You’ve stepped one foot out of the pool before he’s grabbing your wrist softly.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asked gently, his eyes wide like he’d just gotten into trouble.

“Inside to change. I think I got too much sun.” You shook your arm until his hand slipped from your wrist, falling back into the water with a splash. You snatched your towel from the rickety lawn chair and escaped into his trailer, ignoring him calling your name. You grabbed your bookbag from the couch and all but ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind you with shaking hands.

You felt so fucking stupid. You already spent eighty percent of your time with him, practically attached at the hip as his freshman friend Dustin had pointed out, how could you think he’d want to spend even more time with you. Especially somewhere far from home. For fucks sake, he hadn’t even looked at you as you went on and on about it. He was too nice to tell you it was a stupid idea. The way he stared off, probably thinking of how to let you down gently, was all the answer you needed.

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t that good of an idea. You weren’t known for your extraordinary planning skills and both of your vehicles were pieces of shit. In fact the likelihood of making it across the Indiana border just to break down in some podunk town was terribly high. The thought of spending the rest of your money getting the car fixed just to turn around and go right back home, broke and without ever seeing the damn beach, made you a little nauseous. Because that would be your luck.

A knock at the bathroom door made you jump. "Hey, you okay in there?" Eddie, voice peppered with concern. You tossed your bathing suit in the sink and turned the shower on.

"I gotta wash my hair, be out in a minute." You yelled back at the door before stepping into the shower stall, the hot water easing the tension from your muscles.

You didn't want him to think you were upset so you hurried through your shower, using his old spice to wash your body and his shampoo and conditioner that smelled of citrus in your hair. It was a distinct smell, one that was all him, and it made your stomach whirl once again. Your crush on him was starting to become a nuisance.

Once you were clean and dried off, dressed in his Iron Maiden shirt you stole from his drawer a couple weeks ago and a pair of black jean shorts that were frayed at the ends, you slowly cracked the door open, peering out towards the living room slash kitchen in search for a puff of raven curls.

He wasn’t there, so instead you followed the sound of Ozzy Osborne down the hall and into Eddie’s messy bedroom.

He was in his bed, back propped up against the headboard and rolling a joint with idle fingers. He was still shirtless but with a pair of gray sweatpants hung low on his hips, the band of his now white boxers resting against his dark happy trail. A wildfire blazed in your stomach at the sight and you couldn’t help but clamp your thighs together.

Does he not realize how unbearably hot he is?

He didn’t, actually, which was why seeing him like this all laid out with his chest bare and that smattering of hair that led down his abdomen and under his pants made your mouth so dry your tongue felt like it weighed 110 pounds and your hands so clammy you had to wipe them against your shorts. You cleared your throat in an attempt to subdue your racing thoughts and took a seat on the edge of his bed, body turned towards him watching him roll with ease.

He looked up with a smile when he felt your weight dip into the mattress. “Are you feeling any bette-'' He paused, glaring at the long haired zombie on your shirt. His shirt. “Is that my fucking shirt?”

You glanced down and back up, imitating the causal shrug he always gave you.

“Maybe.” You deadpanned. Eddie spluttered.

“Maybe? Who else do you know listens to Iron fucking Maiden?”  

“I know people.”

“You know people?”

“A couple.”

Eddie’s eyes suddenly narrowed, a quiet disapproval in those deep brown eyes of his.

“Billy Hargrove?” He asked with a grating timbre in his voice you’d never heard before. He’d tossed the joint down into the ashtray and got off the bed, standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“B- What?” You’re so exasperated you can’t even form a sentence. “Billy Hargrove? What?”

“It’s him right? I know you used to hangout with him. He’s totally not an Iron Maiden fan, by the way. He definitely listens to Foreigner and cries in his piece of shit Camaro.”  

“Hey! Don’t talk bad about Foreigner, I love them.” You stood up from the bed with your hands on your hips. “He’s a Guns N’ Roses guy anyways; completely idolizes Axel Rose.”

“Oh. Okay. So Billy Hargrove likes Guns N’ Roses and groupies for Axel Rose. Amazing.”

“I don’t hang out with Billy Hargrove, Eddie. Not like that, anyways.”

His nostrils flared and he nodded. “But you do hang out.”

“Maybe once or twice, I guess?” Your voice forms a question. You didn’t consider having a couple of the same friends and being at parties the other is at as ‘hanging out’. “What- What is this, Eddie? Why are you freaking out over Billy?”

“I’m not.” He said, blinking a couple times like he was trying to snap out of something. He leaned over your shoulder and grabbed the joint out the ashtray, lit it, and walked over to his cluttered table to search through a milk crate full of records. “Just figured the people you were talking about was him, s’all.”

“Eddie,” You said, coming up beside him to grab his wrist. He froze, his hands stopping their furious flipping of records, but his gaze stayed low. “I was fucking around, Eddie.”

“Fucking around?’

“Yes, Eddie. I was just joking.”

He turned to you at your words, staring dead into your eyes. The intensity of his stare made your heart stutter. “Were you trying to make me jealous?”

“Jealous? Wh- Eddie what the fuck are you talking about.”

There was a pregnant pause. Just you and Eddie staring into each other's eyes. Why would you want to make him jealous? You didn’t even know that was an option. You and Eddie were friends. Best friends. Friends don’t get jealous of their friends hanging out with other people. And Billy Hargrove? You had no idea where he pulled that one from. Not once had you ever even mentioned his name around Eddie. There was nothing worth mentioning. You thought Billy was stuck up and an absolute douchebag. Was he nice to look at? Sure. But you were nearly positive his heart was black with hatred and you believed being pretty meant nothing if your personality was shit.

“Uh, Eddie? Are you jealous?” He couldn’t look you in the eyes, instead he was flickering his gaze to anywhere but your face. “Eddie?”

“Would you hate me if I said yes?” He trailed his question off, biting at the skin on his lips as he waited for a response.

“I could never hate you, Eddie. You’re my best friend.”

He rolled his eyes. He rolled his fucking eyes. “Your best friend, right.” He said through a cloud of smoke. You snatched the joint sitting pretty between his fingers and dropped it in his other ashtray, the glass one shaped like a skull.

“Why are you saying it like that? You are my best friend.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be.” He said defiantly and your throat felt like it was going to close and your eyes burned from the prickle of your unshed tears welling in your eyes. He didn't want to be your best friend. Those words made you want to crawl into your body, to somehow vanish into thin air. Not too long ago you two were laughing together in the pool, discussing Steve Harrington's newest girl drama which was all supplied to you by Dustin Henderson. The night before you two made shitty Jiffy Pop while blazed out of your minds and sang karaoke so loud his neighbors came banging on the door, furious.

But now he didn’t want to be friends.

“Is this because I asked you to go on a roadtrip with me?” Your voice wavered and your chin started to tremble. “I know it was a bad idea.”

He strangely looked befuddled. “W-what? No. No, it’s not tha-”

“Well then what did I do?” You whined, tossing your hands about, unsure of what to do or what to say. What to think.

“You didn’t do-” He cut himself off, frustrated with his inability to explain himself. He looked at you, saw the tremble in your chin and shook his head. “You know what, fuck it.”

As soon as the words left his mouth he was surging forward, grasping your face in his hands, and pulling you towards him. His lips met yours with so much force you gasped, hands clutching his hips for purchase. You couldn’t form a single thought as you stood there, eyes squeezed shut, your chest so tight you couldn’t breathe. But then his hand smoothed over your cheek and grasped the back of your neck, his fingernails scraping over the sensitive skin there, and you finally kissed him back. Eddie moaned. The sound so loud it vibrated through your mouth and straight to the core of your being.

You kissed him with every ounce of power you had. Kissed him like you had daydreamed about so many times before as you watched him roll, or play guitar, or sing along to the radio as he drummed against the steering wheel. You kissed him for everytime he smiled and you felt your heart skip a beat. For every time he hugged you just because you looked like you needed one. For every smile he’d ever graced you with. You kissed him like you’d never kissed anyone before in your life, and it was messy and rough and probably looked horrific from a different point of view, but it felt perfect.

Eddie pulled away first, gasping for air in the crook of your neck, his body practically folded into you. “Fuck,” he drew out the word long enough to make you giggle, drunk off his lips.

“Eddie.” You soothed, combing your fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you wanna be my friend?”

He raised to his full height at your question. “Best friends can’t kiss like that.” He’s so out of breath, his words merely a whisper as he continued. “And every goddamn time I look at you all I wanna do is kiss your pretty fucking mouth.”

He left you speechless, looking up into his big brown eyes that you loved so much. He lets you take a second, think on it, all the while stroking his thumb across your cheek.

“How long?” Is all you can ask.

“Shit, since fucking middle school, baby.” He blushed as he said it, the pretty pink darkening to a cherry red as he watched your eyes widen in surprise.

“Middle school?” You whispered.

“I always have. But in middle school you showed up to the snowball in that cute purple dress with your hair all big and your makeup maybe a little too grown for a 12 year old and all I could think about was walking over and asking you to dance. Shit, I wanted to kiss your cheek so fucking bad.” You laughed at the way he scrunched his nose at the last part. You remembered middle school Eddie, his buzzed head and those horrible army green bell bottoms that he’d ripped up to look cool. You liked that Eddie as much as you liked this one, even back then.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked as you pushed up against his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. In this position he had to look down his nose at you, his dark lashes fluttering across his cheeks.

“You were you and I was the freak.”

“I never thought that about you, Eddie.”

He sighed, kissing your forehead. “I didn’t know that then, baby.”

“Should have asked.” You teased, planting a kiss on his chest when he tried to act offended.

You two stood like that for a while, just wrapped up in each other, testing the waters of this new dynamic. One where you both knew where you stood with each other.

“I’m sorry I upset you earlier, you uh- you kinda surprised me.” He spoke into the crown of your head.

“It was a stupid idea, anyway.”

“No it’s not. I wanna go. I just don’t want to spend all your money doing it. Give me a couple months to save up and we can go.”

“I don’t care about the money, Eds.” You said as you took your head off his chest and gazed up at him.

“I know. Just give me a couple months, okay.”

“Okay, Eddie.”

Silence fell over the two of you. Eddie started swaying to the music at some point, humming along to a Black Sabbath song that was definitely not slow dance material. You kissed the tattoo on his chest as you swayed, looking up at him with your best version of puppy dog eyes.

“Hey, Eddie?” You asked softly. He hummed against you, kissing your forehead as he waited for you to finish your question. “Can you kiss me again?”  

~~

“Did you use my shampoo?”

Eddie’s voice raised up from the crease of your neck, a hint of amusement in his words. He had you laid out on his bed, slowly working kisses across your body. What had started as a soft little makeout session bloomed into something more when you had drug your nails up his spine the moment he found that sweet spot just behind your ear.

“Mhm.” You were too distracted to answer, focusing on the feel of his tongue laving against your neck and the way his hips shuddered against your clothed pussy every time you dug your nails into his skin.

“I like when you smell like me.” He mused. “Makes me feel like you’re mine.”

“M’yours, Eddie.” You whispered, guiding his face up to look at him. His lips were puffy and tinted red from sucking hickeys against your throat and his eyes were wide, searching your face for honesty.

“Promise?” He said after a quiet couple seconds and you nodded, leaning your head up to kiss the tip of his nose and the corner of his mouth.

“Promise.”

Eddie’s smile lit up his entire face, all dimpled and pink cheeked. It made your heart swell.

“Can I taste you?”

He asked in such a polite way, it caught you off guard. You couldn’t remember ever having a guy ask to eat you out. It was always something you hinted at and they brushed aside. One guy had even told you that eating a girl out made him soft and in the same breath forced your head down on his dick. But here was Eddie, looking at you so expectantly and yet so patiently.

“Yeah.”

Eddie didn’t waste a second getting to his knees on the mattress, fingers fumbling with the button of your shorts as he mumbled to himself. “Oh shit, okay. Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long, you don’t even understand. Pretty baby. So fucking pretty.”

You helped him shimmy the black fabric from your legs, Eddie tossing them over his shoulder with such force they knocked his acoustic guitar, that sat across from the bed, off its stand. He paid no attention to the instruments sharp bellow as it hit the carpet, instead he was transfixed on your purple lace panties.

“Christ.” He breathed, his index and middle finger tracing up the wet spot that had been steadily growing from the moment he kissed you. “You’re so wet.”

“Because of you.” You keened, Eddie suddenly adding more force in his stroking right against your clit. He flashed his eyes up to yours.

“Yeah?”

You nodded.

“Shit, I never thought I’d hear you say that outside of my dreams.” He seems to lose himself in his heavy caressing while you grip his sheets so hard your knuckles turn white.

“Eddie, please.” You couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your lips, dipping your fingers under the band of your panties and impatiently trying to take them off.

Eddie chuckled to himself as he watched you struggle. “Okay, okay. I’ve got you baby. Calm down.” He gave your panties the same treatment, peeling them down your thighs and tossing them over his shoulder. He bit his lip as he lowered his stomach to the bed, face to face with your weeping core. “So eager to be on my tongue, huh. Who woulda thought you’d be sobbing at the thought of me, The Freak, licking your sweet little pussy.”

“Eddie,” You were so touch starved, so desperate to feel his mouth on you, that you thought you might actually cry if he didn’t do something. “Shut the fuck up, please. Please. Just… Oh, Eddie, please.”

“Mm, okay.”

The second his warm tongue hit you, you cried out. Hands fumbling for purchase and finding it in his dark brown hair. You gripped the strands at the roots hard enough to hurt but Eddie only moaned and tightened his grip on your thighs, pulling them open even further to sink his tongue as far into your pussy as he could. His nose brushed against your swollen clit with each delve of his tongue, the muscle exploring every inch of your sensitive pussy. You trained your eyes on his nicotine stained ceiling, trying so hard to push back the fire rising in your stomach. You’d never felt anything like it before.

“That feels so fucking good, Eddie.” You loosened your grip on him to pet at his hair, unsure if it was to praise him or soothe yourself. Peeling your eyes from the ceiling you cast your hazy stare down only to find his big brown eyes watching you from between your thighs, mouth latched around your sensitive clit as he alternated from gentle sucks to fast flicks of his tongue. Your thighs burned as you rocked your hips against his face, fucking into his mouth for more friction, hands shaking against his cheeks. He looked so unbelievably pretty staring up at you with so much fondness and lust in his eyes, his mouth and tongue completely ravishing you like no man ever had before.. So you tell him…

“You’re so pretty like this, Eddie. You- oh fuuck- you’re always so pretty b-but-” You let out a wanton cry as Eddie slipped two fingers into your achy cunt. He finds that spot inside you that whitens your eyesight almost immediately, like he knew exactly where it was. Between his fingers and his devilish tongue you were seeing stars, tears slipping freely at how extreme the sensation was. “Oh god, Eddie. Eddie, I’m- I’m gonna-” You couldn’t even fucking speak anymore.

Eddie acknowledged you with a shuddering groan, quickening his movements to drive you over the precipice. His eyes never once leave your face.  

You came with a small scream, hips arched off the bed, your fingernails leaving crescent moons into the skin of his wrist. The feeling was all consuming, overwhelming in all the best ways. You let out a sob as he eased you through it, rubbing your thighs comfortingly as they shook with fervor around his head. You could hear yourself speaking but it was muffled by the roaring in your ears; it sounded like you were speaking in tongues. Eddie heard every word.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. Don’t stop, baby. Never fucking stop. So good, s-so fucking good. You’re so fucking good, Eddie. Oh my god, I love you.”

Eddie kissed your thighs as your orgasm faded, your burning lungs gasping for air. When you could finally breathe again, he left one last lingering kiss before crawling up your body. You held his face with shaking hands when he reached you, the biggest shit eating grin on his cum soaked face.

“You love me, huh?” He pondered with a fleeting kiss to your lips. “Or do you just love the way I eat your pussy?”

“Both you fucking deviant. Both.” Each inhale rattled in your chest and every exhale burned the lining of your throat. Eddie chuckled as he kissed you again, pressing his hard cock against your still sensitive core.

“Who knew you were a fucking screamer, baby.”

“I could tell you that was all you but then you’d fucking gloat about it for the rest of eternity.”

“Still might.” He hummed, ghosting kisses over your eyes and nose and lips. “You look so fucking hot when you cum. Never seen anything like it. Coulda cum right then and there but I wanna be inside you.”

You reached a hand between your bodies, running a heavy finger over the outline of his cock in his sweats. “Do you have a condom?” You asked, still a little breathless.

Eddie nodded excitedly before bounding up from the bed and over to his dresser. He rifled through it aggressively. Cursing here and there as he tossed socks and a random cassette tape onto the floor in his frenzied search. When he finally finds what he was looking for he exclaimed to himself, “Fucking finally.”.

He leaves the mess he made, struggling to pull his sweats and boxers off as he makes his way back over to you, sprawled out and butt naked in his bed. Once he finally gets there, after narrowly avoiding tripping over his own boots on the floor, he crawls on top of you with the aluminum wrapper between his teeth. You watched with bated breath as he ripped it open, rolling it down the dark pink head of his cock. Once he’s done he positioned himself in the apex of your thighs, fisting his cock and smoothing the latex covered head through your slick covered folds.

“I, uh, I’m probably not gonna last that long.” He said, his eyes downcast, watching the way your hips rutted into him with every swipe of his cock.

“It’s okay, Eds. Just fuck me.” You grabbed his chin, forcing his face up. When your eyes met you smiled at him sweetly and added, “Please.”

Eddie wasted no time pressing into you, his thick cock stretching you wide as he bottomed out inside you. His cheeks were flamed pink, a bead of sweat bleeding from his hairline down the curve of his nose. He pulled out gently and plunged back in, the tip of his tongue poking through his teeth as he concentrated on his slow deliberate thrusts. You dug your heels into the backs of his thighs, hoping he'd get the hint to go faster. Harder. The slow drag of his cock against that sweet spot inside of you was agonizing. But he only ignored your pressing and not so subtle whines, folding himself over top of you with one arm wrapped around your back and a callused hand holding your cheek. He was being so gentle. It wasn’t something you were used to. Every other guy you’d been with just used you to get off as fast as they could. But Eddie was taking his time, having found a pace that kept you needing more. You found yourself giggling at a particularly languid thrust and Eddie’s round eyes, with his pupils completely blown black, shot up to yours.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, stilling himself inside of you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just…” You giggled again and his eyes narrowed. “I just thought, who would have imagined you to be such a gentle lover. You know, with your bad boy–heavy metal image and all.”

“Don’t forget local drug dealer and devil worshiper.” His smile cracked wide as you giggled again. That giggle, however, turned into a sharp cry with a snap of his hips. “I can be gentle. When I want to be.”

You could only nod at this, your breath lodged in your throat at another hard snap of his hips. Your comment had urged him to go faster. To show you that, yes, he could be gentle. But he could also fuck you senseless.

“Imagine what they’d think of you, baby.” He whispered into your ear, forehead pressed hard to the side of your head, his hips building into a maddening pace. He had thrown your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper, to hit that spot inside your core that brought tears to your eyes. “You were always such a good girl. Hawkins number one girl. Do you even remember what they said when they found out we were friends?”

You shook your head, unable to speak with how hard and deliberate his thrusts were.

“They said I was corrupting you.” He released a breathy, dark laugh. His hand slotting through the strands of your hair to grip the roots. “But they didn’t know that you sought me out, hm. Followed me to the woods just so we could be alone. Made me laugh. Made me feel special.”

You remembered that day. Remembered watching him walk through the tree line all alone, that black metal lunch pail gripped tightly in his hand. You knew what he was doing, skipping class to go smoke up. You’d seen him do it before. But that day you followed after him, nervously gripping the ruched fabric of your cheer skirt as you went. You couldn’t help yourself, You wanted to know him so badly.

“Everyday after that, you found me.” His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and you could tell in the way he held you, in the way his words doubled as moans, that he was getting close. “I tried so hard to keep you from getting too close. People are shunned for being close to me. But you wouldn’t fucking quit. Always so fucking stubborn. It’s like you couldn’t stay away from me.”

“I couldn’t.” You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hair tickled your cheeks, his breath fanning over your lips as he held himself over you now. His brows furrowed in concentration as his cock throbbed inside of you. You clenched at the sight of him, looking so pretty and so fucked, and all yours. Because he was. He was it for you.

“Ah, shit.” He whimpered. He wouldn’t last much longer, but Eddie being who Eddie was, you knew he was gonna talk the whole way through it. “You fucking- You broke down every fucking wall I’d ever built. Smashed right fucking through them and straight into my fucking heart. I-I wanted to be good for you. Good enough that you’d want me like I wanted you. You corrupted me.”

“E-Eddie, I think I’m gonna c-cum.” That burning heat had returned but it was different this time. You felt it everywhere, from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. It thrummed every nerve like the string of a guitar, vibrating you to the bone.

“Good.” He said harshly, the word sounding almost mean falling from his red swollen lips, but the fingers stroking your face were still gentle. “I want you to scream for me again. I want everyone in this shitty trailer park, in this shitty fucking town, to know that I’m the one making you feel like this. Crying for my cock, desperate for me.”

You couldn’t handle it, couldn’t see through the tears falling, couldn’t feel anything but him and the white hot pleasure he was gifting to you. You were right there, so fucking close.

“I want them to know that you are mine.” Each word was punctuated with a hard, albeit sloppy, thrust and you came.

You came with a scream, wrenched from your throat so roughly it seared its way out of your lungs and into the air. You felt yourself clench down on him, hard, and his hips shuddered violently against you, succumbing to his own orgasm from your vise lock grip on his cock. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he rocked his hips and moaned through it, your name and curses sounding like the sweetest song you’d ever heard.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned before his body collapsed on top of yours. You could feel his thighs trembling against your own, mirroring the intensity of the feeling you both shared as you came.

The both of you laid there, shrouded in the warmth of each other's embrace, until finally he rolled away. Wincing as he pulled out and discarded the condom. You could only lay there and watch him rise from the bed on shaky legs to grab the half smoked joint from earlier. He placed it between his lips and lit it, standing there in all his naked glory, puffing on it till he could get a nice long hit. The slight skunky smell filled the room and you closed your eyes, relishing in it. But then, you were hit in the chest by something light and lacey.

“For your modesty.” Eddie smirked as you held your purple panties up in the light.

“Thanks.” You croaked, your voice hoarse and your throat sore.

Eddie crawled over you, flopping his sweaty body down next to yours. He handed you the joint, which you took gratefully, taking your own long drag and passing it back. The both of you laid in a comfortable silence, legs draped over each other and his fingers drawing lazy patterns on your bare thigh. But then something occurred to you and you turned your head to look at him.

“I didn’t corrupt you.” You said to him and he rolled his eyes, huffing out a laugh.

“Yes, you did.”

“No I did not, asshole.” You guffawed, slapping your hand playfully on his bare chest.

“I wear my seatbelt and listen to fucking Journey because of you. That’s corruption.” He teased with a cute little smirk, grabbing your thigh and squeezing the soft flesh there.

“That’s just safety and taste, baby. If you want me to corrupt you there are… different things I have in mind.” You watched his eyes widen and he laughed.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” He said as he leaned in, his lips tasted of you and the weed he had smoked and you smiled behind the kiss, chest full and body sore.

“Hey,” He started as he rested his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you like a little puppy. “You wanna go watch a movie? I can make some Jiffy Pop and we can cuddle on the couch?”

“Who’s picking the movie?” You asked, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

“I had Steve score me a copy of Poltergeist 2. Picked it up from Family Video while you were at the store earlier.”  

You sat up a little, an incredulous look etched into your features while he gave you those damn puppy eyes.

“Eddie, you literally told me two weeks ago that you'd rather be decapitated than watch that movie."

Eddie only shrugged, that casual slouch of his shoulder that you had become so accustomed to, and offered you a pretty smile.

“I would. But you wanted to see it. I'll suck it up, but only for you."

[catholicdaredevil]

Do you have anything about Matt that you'd like to share? Any theories, headcanons, that you particularly like?

ugh yes what a good question i would love to share

i've talked a lot about how i think matt's love languages are touch and acts of service and i will continue to go in depth about both of them forever so let me go into those again and then into a couple more random headcanons i have rattling around my gay rat brain

acts of service

-its things like always having a blanket on his couch cause you tend to run cold

-or breaking in to your apartment to leave an umbrella on your counter because it was supposed to rain the next day

-picking up snacks at the bodega between your apartments when he's coming over

-having like a heating pad and pads/tampons in his apartment (if you're afab)

-gets you coffee every morning he knows he's gonna see you

-will pick up groceries or like prescriptions at the store when you talk about needing to work late or something

-just random little things he would do for you just because he loves you and he wants to show it because he's not always the best with his words when it comes to big emotional things like that

touch

-this man wants to be pet

-he wants you to play with his hair, just run your fingers through it, scratch at his scalp etc

-it is the fastest way to calm him down

-just start scratching your fingers through his soft hair and the stress and tension just melts off of him so fast

-he insists on touching you as much as he can in any possible way

-laying his head in your lap on the couch

-propping your feet up in his lap

-an arm around your shoulders or waist or even just a hand around your arm gently

-he just lays on you

-like a heavy hot catholic weighted blanket

-just fully puts his entire body into just plastering himself to you when you lay down

-it is literally impossible to not cuddle with him

-like even if you're a person who like doesn't like to cuddle to sleep

-he'll respect that for sure

-but then when youre both asleep he'll just latch onto you and wrap his body up in yours in every weird way imaginable

-just like an octopus, limbs wrapped up in fucking pretzel knots

-like a lot of the ways you guys cuddle and touch each other are so interchangeable

-sometimes he wants to be babied, and be the one curled up with his head on your chest listening to the soft beat of your heart, your hands in his hair

-or his head in your lap while you read

-and sometimes he just needs to be the one who provides it

-has to run his hands over every inch of your body when he's anxious

-pull you into him as close as you can go, so he can feel like he's protecting you

-letting you fall asleep in his lap and play with your hair, or run his fingers around any available inch of skin aimlessly

-so many hugs

-he would do that thing where he like kisses your fingertips, or the palm of your hand

-(or the back of your hand randomly when you're holding hands, he'll just lift it up and whisper that he loves you against your skin before pressing a quick kiss)

-he just orbits you at all times unconsciously adjusting to your every move

-he's just very tactile

-also hes a bastard and has no care for how dense or heavy he is and just like climbs into your lap when he wants attention and it's taking you too long

-or grabs you as you walk around the apartment by your waist to pull you into his lap so he can burrow into your neck

-needy

and now random hcs

-he loves to be read to

-like will just have you read the paper, work documents, anything

-but he loves it the best when you read him books

-he gets to just curl up and feel like a little kid in a way while you read to him all of your favorite stories

-or even just memorized stories, or stories from your childhood

-he just likes to listen to your voice it grounds him

-and in return he'll do the same

-he didn't do too much reading in his childhood, not with everything going on

-but before his dad died he'd sit at fogwells and just read fingers flying across the paper

-and then sometimes after at the orphanage when he felt lost

-he'd just find some random hidey-hole and curl up on himself and go through whatever braille books they were able to provide to him

-didn't care what it was

-it was all just an escape

-he takes his coffee with a little bit of creamer but a kind of disgusting amount of sugar to combat the bitterness

-simply foams at the mouth every single time you wear any article of his clothing

-even when he's the one who insists

-like it's cold outside and he puts his coat around your shoulders

-but also when he comes home and you're curled up in his bed wearing one of his shirts or hoodies

-he likes it when you paint his nails even though he abhors the smell

-sometimes at nights when he goes out he makes you do the kissing hand

the kissing hand is from a book about a little raccoon who is scared to start school (i think) and so every morning his mom kisses the palm of his hand so when they are apart he can just hold it up to his cheek and feel his moms kiss

-so he's out there fighting with the scourge of hells kitchen with your kiss burning into the skin on his palm and he just gets to carry you with him

-can you tell i'm desperately in love with him?

i think that's all i got for now but i'm sure my brain will grab a hold of some random shit that it insists to attribute to him and i'll update this in like a month maybe

[tboywriter]

Anywhere | Spike Spiegel x reader

pictures not mine, edit is mine gender neutral reader edited: yes warnings: angst, swearing, canon-level violence/blood, ambiguous ending, low-key/ possible death summary: Flying is the fastest form of travel but it always feels much slower when you need to be somewhere. Anywhere. a/n: idk why I've only been posting Spike smh. I have two other fics in the works for him too... I swear I write for other people I just never finish the fics... Also don't judge the song choice -- I started this a while ago and I don't have a good replacement.

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“Shit. Shit. Shit!” Spike was pacing, his hand running through his thick green curls. 

“I’m fine, Spike. I really am.” He knew you weren’t fine. The shock covered a lot of the pain so you weren’t technically lying, but the situation was much worse than you actually knew. Spike had to mentally slap himself. If Jet or Faye were there he would have asked them to hit him for real. He deserved much more than that. 

He stopped and kneeled down in front of you. His eyes were trying to look into your own but you couldn’t focus. “Come on,” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “I know where to go.” He didn’t have much time to lose and he had already wasted so much being dumb. He was pacing and worrying when he should have been flying. Taking you somewhere. Anywhere. 

He came over and lifted you as gently as he could. He was trying to be quick and ended up a little rough in his haste. You winced and he wanted to slap himself again for hurting you. He lowered into the Swordfish the best he could, arms around you as you tried your best to place your feet on the floor. Eventually he got into his seat and sat you across his lap, your head fell on his shoulder.

The ship was starting up, but it wasn’t fast enough for Spike. His whitened knuckles gripped the steering wheel with such force even the half dazed (Y/n) had noticed. “Calm down. Don’t stress yourself out… It’s alright.”

“Calm down? How can I--” He sighed. There was no use fighting with you. You were always so selfless, even when you were dying. He didn’t want to upset you, anyways. He didn’t know what you needed now except a doctor. But yelling at you didn’t seem like it would help.

“Spike.” He looked down at your tired eyes. Space was fleeting past, it was good they were in deep space or he might’ve gotten a ticket. Deep space, though, did not have any doctors. He originally thought of going to Jet on the Bebop but his level of expertise and available technology was far less than what you needed. 

“Spike, it hurts…” Your eyebrows knit together loosely, obviously in pain but too weak to show it. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He kissed your forehead lightly and you moved in closer to him. Your cold nose brushed against his neck causing him to shiver. You two were already a bit stuffed in the small ship, but you appreciated his comfort. His warmth. 

The two of you never left the other’s sides, even when he was catching the most dangerous bounties. You weren’t a bounty hunter, just some stray the crew had picked up. They had a knack for doing that. Spike knew you shouldn’t come along but he felt so protective of you. He never could find the strength to leave you behind, especially when you gave him those puppy eyes. The two of you were used to being abandoned and you neither wanted it to happen again. This made your friendship a really… close one. 

Spike looked back up at the stars in front of him. He had no clue if he could find help where he was going but he needed to try. He was rushing to the closest planet, whatever one that might be. If he were to ruin another life because of his selfishness… 

“Can we listen to music?” Spike was not in the mood for music, but he also wasn’t in the mood for making you feel worse than you already did. He clicked on the system, your music already hooked up from the amount of times you ride with him. 

The song that came on was some old one that (Y/n) had found. It was from nearly 60 years ago now, from some genre Spike never cared about. (Y/n) loved it, though. You liked all the sad and relatable lyrics, the ones that you tried to mouth along to now. The ones that were piercing through Spike’s heart. 

“Thinking about the past again. Darling, you'll be okay.” Spike couldn’t help but really listen to the words. The music he always poked fun at you for listening to was the same music that would be there to mock him as you died in his arms. ‘It’s both loud and sad, why do you like this again?’ ‘It’s called emo music,’ you had told him. ‘Emo means emotional! You’re supposed to find it sad and relatable.’

The next song came on and he could no longer hear your soft singing. You knew all the words and never missed a chance to sing along to it when you could. He looked down, seeing your eyes closed peacefully. 

“(Y/n)?” As much as he was glad to see you rest, he couldn’t really tell the difference between your napping and, well. You were always such a soft breather too, always wanting to remain ignored and unseen, even while asleep. 

“I’m awake… But really tired.” You spoke with your eyes closed, unable to find the strength to open them again. You pushed your face into Spike's neck, trying to get more comfortable under the circumstances. “Let me take a nap.”

“I know you’re tired… Just, don’t go to sleep. Okay?” 

Turning your head to look up at him, you finally opened your eyes enough to take in the stress radiating from your best friend. “Nothing’s going to happen, Spike. Stop worrying.” You lifted a hand up to his cheek, trying to calm him but doing a bit of the opposite. “Oh, oh no. I’m so sorry I--” You pulled down your sweatshirt sleeve to cover your hand, trying to use it to wipe the blood you’d just left on Spike’s face.

He didn’t care about getting blood on him but he did care that the blood was coming from you. He was trying not to look down at the source of the blood. The wound had long soaked through your shirt and had made a good stain through your sweatshirt. 

It was a miracle you were doing this well (if you could call it that) after all this time had passed. Spike didn’t want to push his luck. The city’s horizon gleamed ahead, Mars had never seemed so beautiful. He let his mind wander away from you for a moment. He wondered what he’d explain to the doctor. He’d have to come up with a good story for the police, too. With all the wealth in the city, more of them were jumping for a chance to find crime and then be paid off to ignore it. 

“We’re almost there.” Spike spoke at you but never looked down, too busy trying to find someone who could save you. If it could be done. You didn’t respond, already passed out again. Spike didn’t really have the flexibility to steer and wake you up at the same time. His head began to throb, stress taking over. It hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to what you must feel. 

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!?” You stirred a bit, swatting him weakly. 

“I’m sleeping…” 

Spike's voice got softer, content that you were okay. Well, okay enough to respond. “Now’s not the time to go to sleep. We’re almost there, okay?” 

“But I'm tired now.” You were acting like a child, half cute and half from delirium. 

“I know, I know. You can sleep on the Bebop later. For now you have to stay awake. I don’t know how bad this thing is.” His eyes only flickered to your wound, unable to look longer. You sighed, done with him being melodramatic. 

Spike didn’t think he was being dramatic. You just had to save that kid. You had to risk your life and play the hero. You had to go and get shot near all of your major organs. 

“I’m fine. With the amount of times… Jet has had to wrap up your whole body… I’m surprised this… tiny thing… worries you.” Your speech had slowed significantly. It took considerably more effort to get even one word out now, much less an entire sentence. Even you, in your dubious state, couldn’t argue that there wasn’t something wrong. 

Spike opened his mouth to retort but retracted quickly. Once again, there was no point in arguing now, he’d do it later when you were not dying in his arms. He was a lot stronger than you were and had been in this rough business a lot longer. He was highly trained and had much more restraint. Jet wasn’t a real doctor either, everytime Spike was completely bandaged the wrap job was probably a bit exaggerated. And even then he was stuck on couch rest for weeks. He, in all of his years of practice and development, could take it. You were strong mentally, sure. You were the most strong and stable thing in Spike’s life. But this wasn’t exactly a willpower sort of thing.

“I can’t wait for you to get better so I can yell at you for how reckless you were.” He tried to lighten the mood rather unsuccessfully. You laughed softly, ending in a rough cough. You raised your sleeved arm to cover your mouth but when you brought it away it was stained red. 

You tried to ignore this. Hopefully Spike hadn’t seen. “You’re too nice to yell.”

“I’ll get Faye to yell at you then.” You smiled, happy for the casual conversation. It wasn’t meant to last, though, as another coughing fit began. Spike looked down again to try and calm you, but he quickly noticed how your gray sweatshirt turned dark and how the inside of your lips were tinted red.

“Shit, (Y/n). We need to hurry up. You’re coughing up blood.” You were about to reply with something snarky but you’d used up all your words. You moaned, the pain starting to come back. You couldn’t believe the shock had lasted this long. 

The ship began to land outside of a pristine white building, a red cross above the front door. You were not supposed to park there, but Spike didn’t care. There was only one thing he cared about now. 

You moaned again, softly whimpering into his jacket. He kissed the top of your head before quickly opening the Swordfish’s hatch. “You’re going to be okay. We’re here. You’re okay.” You didn’t know if he was convincing you or himself but his rough voice was the last thing you heard before blacking out. 

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

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Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

[lepusrufus]

Some (slightly angsty) vamp fam being wholesome and loving each other bc we need it 

Now keep in mind I’m in no way a writer but i wanted to write a teeny lil fic based around this sketch (the alternative was a short comic which i do not have the time for lol) so enjoy the angst and fluff under the cut

The frigid wind was howling outside, crashing against the towers of the Dimitrescu castle. Yet they stood tall and proud as they have for centuries now, the thick stone walls protecting its inhabitants from the winter cold. 

On the inside, the halls were filled with echoes of heels running across the polished floors, accompanied by the giggles and laughter of the three daughters of the house. Cassandra was in the lead, a comically large hat held in her gloved hands, followed by Bela and, lagging behind, their youngest sister Daniela. She deliberately stayed behind to -jokingly of course- mock their pursuer’s efforts to catch up. Each time she turned to yell a “we cannot be captured” or “give up and we may spare your hat” a small sigh escaped their mother’s lips. 

“Come now, daughters. You know as well as I do that I must get ready for tonight’s meeting.”

Alcina made no efforts to quicken her pace though, she knew that her mischievous daughters would not run too far ahead. After all, where is the fun in having so much distance between you and your pursuer that you can’t even see and make fun of them. At least that’s what Daniela always said. 

Despite her air of tiredness, Alcina couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips at the sound of her beloved daughters’ giggles. They may be up to no good occasionally, but they knew better than to cause their mother embarrassment, especially when it came to Mother Miranda. The meeting was still distant. For now she could afford to spend some time with them. 

The trio rounded a corner, the first two quickly slipping out of sight while Daniela lingered there and turned towards her mother. 

“Fine, we’ll give you the hat back,” she shouted and, for a second Alcina looked at her daughter hopefully, until she held her chin between two fingers in an exaggerated pensive expression. “If we can get a pet lycan!" 

Alcina grimaced at the mere thought of one of Heisenberg’s beasts coming even close to her castle. Her clean castle.

"Never." 

"Good luck then!" 

Daniela spun on her heels to follow her sisters, but lost her balance for a moment, slamming an elbow against the window placed right behind her for support. She had a tendency to get a little clumsy when excited, though it never became a problem bigger than a couple insignificant vases getting broken or an accidental -according to her- shove against her sisters. That is, until today.

The latch on the old window rattled from the combined force of Daniela’s hit and the wind outside that has been pushing against it all day long. This was the final hit that it needed to give out. The window opened forcefully, letting in a cold burst of winter air from outside that howled through the hallway. Daniela got knocked to the ground, more due to the pain caused by the chilly air than from its force, and instinctively tried to crawl away from the window while shielding herself from the cold as best as she could. The pain, however, became quickly unbearable and an agonized scream that bordered on a guttural grow pierced the howling of the wind. 

"Mom!” Daniela called out desperately, now balling up in the fetal position. 

Her mother however was not far, having witnessed the whole ordeal and now rushing towards her with heavy steps from the other side of the hall. Even the other two, hearing Daniela’s scream, dropped their game and came back for their sister. 

“Dani- " 

Bela had to quickly grab Cassandra’s shoulder to stop her at a safe distance. As much as it pained her to see her younger sister writhing in pain on the floor, she knew that all three of them being in that state would get impossible for their mother to handle. And Alcina indeed handled it. She was at her youngest’s side in mere seconds, forcefully shutting the damned window with just enough self control so as to not shatter it, and then knelt down to Daniela’s shivering form. She gently scooped her up in her arms, holding her close to her body and almost wincing at how badly she was shaking.

Alcina spared only a glance towards the elder daughters "Go around. Meet me in my chambers,” came her booming voice and, although she wasn’t mad at them, they couldn’t help the shiver that ran down their spines. 

“Yes mother,” they replied in unison and the next second a swarm of insects had replaced their bodies. 

The journey to Alcina’s chambers was little more than a quick blur of hallways and heavy booming footsteps. She shoved the door open, crouching to enter and made a beeline for the pile of blankets neatly placed on the bed. Daniela was lowered down on one of the thicker covers so that her mother could wrap her up in a better attempt at warming her up. She then was promptly picked back up, now cocooned in the soft blanket, and Alcina went to sit on the couch placed right in front of the fireplace while tightly holding her daughter in her arms. 

Contrary to popular belief, Alcina’s body was quite warm to the touch, unlike her daughters’ cold skin. On chilly winter nights it was common occurrence for the girls to come to her, demanding cuddles with the excuse that their rooms felt too cold. She always complied, gladly allowing all three of them to huddle around her like kittens for a bit of extra warmth. 

Which is exactly what Daniela was doing right now, her small body almost glued to her mother’s chest and her head shoved in the crook of Alcina’s neck. One hand was covering her face, muffling the sound of sobs, while the other was damn near clawing at her shoulder trying to hold the blanket tightly around herself. It pained Alcina deeply to see her in such a sorry state. Her hands were tightly holding her daughter and she bent down to kiss the top of her head, whispering gentle words of encouragement. 

A slight buzzing sound reached her ears as Bela and Cassandra entered the room, their expressions riddled with worry. Bela wordlessly approached the fireplace, it’s flames dying down from not being fed in a while, and added a couple logs that quickly ignited, casting a warm light on the room and its current inhabitants. Cassandra on the other hand was standing a couple feet away from her mother, not knowing what to do. The hat was still in her hands, her grip tightening further with each muffled sob that could be heard from Daniela. It took a few moments for Alcina to notice her, but when she did, she called her to sit by their side with a slight motion of her head. Cassandra was happy to oblige, quickly sitting down by her mother and helping her with keeping Daniela wrapped in  the soft blanket. Bela joined them too after taking care of the fire. She knelt in front of Daniela and started to slowly rub her shoulder hoping to bring some comfort while her other hand went to Cassandra’s.

They sat like that until sobs turned into soft sniffles and until those died down too. Daniela stopped shivering and was instead just enjoying the warmth of her mother’s embrace, recovering from the whole ordeal. Until she let out a sigh, still not budging however. 

“Well that sucked major ass." 

Cassandra couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped her lips at the sight of Alcina fighting the urge to reprimand her youngest for her choice of words. When she looked at Bela, she saw the same struggle to keep a straight face. The very air in the room seemed lighter, no longer carrying the very real possibility of one of them dying.

"No more heels for you. From now on you can only wear flats,” Bela said teasingly, finally allowing her shoulders to relax. 

“You’re only mad I’m taller than you,” came Daniela’s reply, who had turned around in her mother’s arms to give her sister a light shove. 

Bela gasped, indignated, and went for a rebuttal, but was promptly interrupted by Cassandra’s sudden burst of laughter. She buried her face in her hands, muffling the sound, and leaned against her mother. 

Alcina finally managed to let out a sigh of relief, her grip on Daniela loosening, and she leaned back against the soft cushions of the sofa. She closed her eyes, just reveling in the sound of her daughters giggling and throwing light teases at each other as if the last half an hour or so did not happen. These girls were really able to bounce back from anything. 

But that was still a close call. She was already making plans to have someone come to the castle and repair any old window with a faulty lock so that such an accident would not repeat itself. It wasn’t unusual for things in a castle to get old and less effective as they once were, but Alcina couldn’t help blaming herself for not properly upkeeping her home. Her and her daughters’ home. 

A shift from the three girls pulled her back from her thoughts. Bela got up to sit by her side, now all of them huddled around her and giggling at whatever joke Daniela just made. 

She could have a maid call the repairman later. Right now she just wanted to enjoy the quality time with her daughters, in the safety of her warm room. Not that the girls seemed to have any plans of letting her get up anyways.

[nightowlfandom]

Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

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For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. 

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.” 

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.” 

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door. 

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?” 

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart. 

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening. 

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet. 

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot. 

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either. 

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin. 

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.” 

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you. 

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss. 

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound. 

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath. 

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush. 

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him. 

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs. 

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

...

[jeehye]

BNHA villain boyfriends when you’re depressed

— Shigaraki and Overhaul

— Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Depression / Mental Disorders, Implied Nudity, Probably OOC Shigaraki and Overhaul. Harsh-ish Overhaul(?)

Genre: angsty fluff

A/N: This is a little more personal. Sometimes we go through the motions and that is okay. I am proud of you for even simply browsing through Tumblr. I promise you, someday it’ll get better, so hold your head high, these waves will pass. If you ever need to talk, I am always here for you. You’re doing amazing, never forget that. 

You didn’t know how it got so bad.

Clothes littered the floor, shoes and stuffed animals thrown all over. Plates of half eaten food and water cups stacked up; all creating a chaotic mess.

You wore a baggy shirt and undergarments, mix matched socks that were slightly coming off your feet, but you did not care.

You hadn’t cared for days now.

Everything in life was like a seemingly tedious task. Even combing your hair was almost excruciating to do, and not because you had to yank knots out of your hair, but because it consumed every fiber of your being to get out of your bed and do so.

You had no energy. No enthusiasm.

You were so tired of it; so, so tired of it all. You felt desperate as you sunk deeper and deeper into this dark abyss. It was like you were trying to reach up for air but the weight of everything was continuously dragging you down. You desperately wanted to cry out for help, but you didn’t have the energy or strength, or even humility to ask for help. And so, you just laid there, time continuously ticking by, as the world continued to move forward, and you stayed stagnant in one place.

And as the sun rose on the fifth day, you heard a creak at your door and footsteps shuffling inside your room.

Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki came in quietly, like he always does when visiting your room. He didn’t know what was going on with you, but he knew deep down you did not want to be alone. So, he sat on the ground of your messy bedroom, switch in hand, playing Animal Crossing.

You could hear the background music of the game and the sounds of Shigaraki fishing. Sometimes he would grunt in frustration when he failed to catch a fish, which placed a tickle of a smile on your face.

After about 30 minutes of listening to his gameplay it went dead silent. You could hear him get up from his spot and shift his body weight onto your bed, causing it to creak.

“That damn Nook is a fraud”, Shigaraki grumbled, “This stingy bastard wants me to pay 548,000 bells for an expansion! This game is literally what I hate about society and those fucking ugly villagers do not deserve homes”, he continued to rant, scratching his neck in frustration.

You could practically feel him sulking.

“Maybe…” You murmured quietly “…maybe we could play together?” You lifted your head to look at him, your face still puffy from the crying session you had.

Shigaraki hated when you cried. He hated when you got the way you did too. When he first started dating you, he had made it a promise that he would protect you from everything, and make sure you were treated with the upmost care and respect. In some ways he can’t help but feel like he failed you, but he knows blaming himself would only make you feel worse.

Shigaraki gave you a soft smile and reached for the s/c switch that was sitting on your nightstand with 4 fingers.

He handed you the switch and you booted up Animal Crossing: New Horizons. As you were getting through Isabel’s mantra, you felt Shigaraki shift in bed.

“Y/N…” He said quietly, slipping his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into your neck.

You hummed in response, all of your attention focused on running to open your island’s gate for Shigaraki to join.

“I know you are dealing with a lot,” He continued, “but do not have to take all of the weight of world on your shoulders, you can give some of the weight to me…”. He hugged you closer and kissed the side of your jaw.

You felt tears prick your eyes, “Thank you…I honestly do not know what I would do without you”, you said meekly, wiping your face.

“Mhm…I love you Y/N”.

Overhaul

“Your room is so filthy; don’t you ever think about cleaning it up?”

You shuddered in your bed as you heard the monotone man step foot into your room. You could feel the man’s judgement in his voice and it made your eyes prick with tears.

“I am sorry boss”, you muttered, ashamed and disgusted with yourself. “I’ll do bett-“

“No.” He firmly said, cutting you off.

You could hear him breathe deeply, as if he was trying to muster up courage, before his gloved hand yank your body out of your bed and into his chest. Your eyes widening in disbelief.

“Sir?” You looked at him in bewilderment, knowing damn well you’re not up-to-date on his cleanliness protocol.

Suddenly, dread washed over you as you thought he was going to reconstruct you right here, or just kill you because of how you were, but he didn’t do either of those things. Instead, Kai dragged you into your bathroom.

“I told you to stop with the formality”, he grumbled underneath his mask, “now put your hands up”.

You did as you were told, and he slipped your shirt off, as well as your undergarments and socks. You felt the cold air surround you and as you were about to shiver and cover your body self-consciously, strong arms picked you up and gently placed you into the warm bath water.

Kai turned away to take off his mask and gloves off and set them neatly on the marbled vanity table before turning back to tend to you.

“Aren’t I dirty?” You muttered your eyebrows furrowing together.

His golden eyes looked at you, his face expressionless, “why else do you think I’m washing you?”, he asked in a more matter-of-fact tone, as he lathered your h/c hair with f/s shampoo.

You could feel your shoulder loosen up as he massaged your scalp, your body slowly sinking into the tub in bliss.

Kai’s eyes softened at the sight of your pure, fragile state. He saw you as someone worthy of so much and he hated when you got into your depressed states. He tried his best to build you up as much as he could, though some could argue that his methods were more-or-less tough love, but regardless the man adored you. Even if you rolled in mud and were covered head-to-toe in dog shit, he would still never view you as dirty. Kai held cleanliness next to godliness and you were a god(dess) to him.

“Don’t fall asleep on me angel”, he hummed, rinsing your hair off with the shower head.

You hummed in response, the warm water lulling you to sleep. “Too late…” you mumbled, and as soon as you said that you felt the shower head looming over you turn off and the sound of the bath tub being drained.

You were about to whine in protest when the same strong arms picked you back up and wrapped you into a warmed, soft towel.

“It is not good to fall asleep in the bath”, Kai scolded, wiping your body down and putting a new pair of clothes on you.

Once he was finished, you tried walking back to your bedroom, but he stopped you. “I am having your bedsheets changed currently so you cannot head back to bed yet. You can go once they are done.”

“Okay…thank you”, you said shyly.

Kai looked at you intensely for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you. “Y/N, I do not mind taking time out of my day to take care of you”, he said slowly, pressing his lips against your wet hair. “You’re my everything angel, I want to make sure you are always okay”.

You nodded in response, “Thank you Kai…for everything”.

“I love you angel".

Requests are Open!

[sin-of-jess]

Sugimoto Saichi

With Golden Kamuy being my second favorite anime of all time, I decided to get my writing going again with my favorite man!

Type: Smut

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No one in the group expected the bridge to collapse, except Asirpa of course, whose warning fell onto deaf ears. Being the most prepared for the inevitable she was able to grab onto the edge of the rubble and climb back onto the side of the rushing river. I was the closest one to Sugimoto, and therefore it was my waist he had grabbed before grabbing at the overhang of a huge bush. It nearly gave way to the sudden weight, but Sugimoto was able to pull the pair up onto the bank of the river. The pair were heaving, Sugimoto even heavier thanks to the exertion of energy it took to pull them. Up a small hill to the left was the edge of a roof, and I silently hoped whoever was in there would be kind enough to let us dry off.

"W-where are we going?" Sugimoto mumbled out through blue-tinted lips. It was still weeks away until spring, and the harsh, cold winds were making it feel as it would never come. I could barely feel Sugimoto's drenched jacket on my fingers as I feebly gripped it to guide him, "There's a ho-house over the-ere. W-we need to g-get warm." I struggled out.   It wasn't too far away, and the busted fish rack made it safe to assume a fisherman lived here. Sugimoto took the lead, opening the door and poking his head in, "Hello? Anyone here?" He asked with silence as the only answer. I push him in gently, and it's safe to assume with the dust and lack of personal items that this place had been long abandoned.   I grab an overturned chair and toss it into the firepit in the middle of the room, now looking around for anything that could fill in the open parts of the chair and effectively burn. "Hurry and help me find things to burn!" Sugimoto rushes over to a trunk and pulls up the lid, rifling around and grabbing any loose papers and other burnable items.   Between the two of us, we find enough flammable items to stuff under the chair and light. Sugimoto starts to undress and I blush as I grip the fabric around my neck, flustered at what I knew I needed to do. Sugimoto looks in my direction as he grips the latch on his belt, "You'll get sick in those, lay your clothes over there to dry." He tells me, voice kind as he knows why I'm being hesitant, and decides to turn fully away to finish undressing. Taking my heavy kimono off wasn't the hard part, it was the thin fabric that protected my decency that felt impossible to remove. As many times as I fantasized about removing my clothes in front of the ex-soldier near me, this moment felt far more awkward than I could imagine. I could hear shuffling, and I looked over my shoulder to see Sugimoto had sat with feet planted dangerously close to the pit, his knees bent as he leaned forward and between his legs to warm his hands on the fire, "Modesty won't keep you from dying of hypothermia," He warned me, and I sighed deeply as I let the fabric drop from my body. It felt 10x more awkward to bend over to situate it so that my clothes would dry evenly, but I couldn't tell if the redness on his cheeks was from the cold or a blush. I sat a few inches from the still shivering man, but we might as well have been touching skin with how nervous I felt. I felt delirious with excitement and shame, but I let my body do its thing as I scootched closer to the still-shaking man. He looks over at me curiously, and I awkwardly smile back at him. "Being closer will help warm me-uh us, warm-up." I nervously stuttered back.   He followed suit and shifted so that he could wrap his arm around my shoulder and bring me to his side. It was my turn to look at him curiously, and he almost mimics my previous statement, "It'll warm us up faster." It had to be the delirium, cause I could swear his gaze was lustful. When his gaze turns to my lips and he licks his own my stomach twists, was I really going to push the boundary of our friendship? "Y/N..." The way he says my name sends a shiver down my spine and I lean up to him, excitement flooding through me when he leans in to meet my lips with his. He quickly wraps his other arm around me to bring me in, my hand sliding up his head so I can slide my fingers through his wet hair. He dips me slightly, hovering over me as our bodies come closer together. Eventually, my back hits the cool floor and I wrap both my arms around his neck as he moves between my legs. His lips leave mine as he peppered kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I let out a breathless moan when he lingers on my collarbone, his hands massaging my hips as he made his way down. He focused on my chest for only a moment, kissing around my nipple before latching his lips onto the hardened bud. He keeps one hand on my left breast as his lips and now tongue travel past my navel and closer to my pubic mound.   My breathe hitches at the sensation, squirming in anticipation over what was to come. He pauses at my slit for only a moment before sliding his tongue between my folds and giving me a long lick. I shamelessly moan, dropping my arm over my eyes as Sugimoto devours me. I never had someone focus so hard on pleasing me and I can only moan out his name as he alternates between sucking my clit and shoving his tongue as deep into my pussy as he can. He's ravenous as he eats me out, like a starved man at the buffet reserved for an Emperor.   I've never felt an orgasm like this, and I desperately grip his hair as I wail out. He doesn't slow, following me as my hips jerk and spasm from the pleasure. As I come down from my high I tug at him, "Sugimoto, please," I whimper out to him, surprised at my own taste as he catches my lips with a kiss. I can feel his cock bounce off my thigh and my pussy clenches. I reach down and grip him, pleasantly surprised at the soft moan that comes from him when I pump him. He leans his hips down and I move to guide him, my breathe bated as I feel the tip of the head push inside me.   He slides into me and stills, asking if I'm okay. I grip his shoulders and groan out a yes, whining in pleasure as he slides out and pushes in again. Confidence grows as he starts at a steady pace, my breathless moans and my back arching encouraging him. He props himself with his arm beside my head, his other arm wrapping around my leg at the knee to pull my legs apart more.   The new angle has him hitting just the right spot and my grip on his shoulders tighten, my hips slamming back into his as I chase the high of cumming again. He adjusts the both of us so that he can crane his neck down and slip my nipple in his mouth, leaning into the wet touch as he swirls his tongue around. "Please, I'm close Sugimoto..." I speak out, gripping his hair and pulling him back to my face for a kiss.   As he covers my face with open mouth kisses he thrusts faster, letting himself fall into the pleasure as small moans slip out. To hear such a strong and dangerous man moan so weakly into my ear was enough to guide me over the edge again; to stay in this exact moment would be eternal bliss. He finally releases my leg to grab my ass, pushing deep inside me in a way no one had ever done.   It was as if we were floating in the sky as my final orgasm ripped through me, eyes rolling into the back of my head as my body shakes uncontrollably. Sugimoto moans out my name as his hips snap before stilling, filling me with his warmth.   He keeps himself propped up as we both breathe deeply in an attempt to catch our breath. Sugimoto sits up enough for us to lock eyes, and we both smile softly at each other. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, we hear a voice. "Look, maybe they're in there!" We could hear Shiraishi say. Our eyes widen, and we scramble over to our still half-damp clothes. My kimono barely concealed me when the group busted into the room. "Warmth!" Shiraishi shrieks, diving towards the fire that was starting to crumble as the wood turns into ash. Suddenly the man tilts his head slightly as he sniffs the air, cocking a curious brow at us. Sugimoto gave a look that even Shiraishi could read that meant 'kept your damn mouth shut.' He gulps and looks back at the fire, and Sugimoto lets his face soften as he glances his way at me once more with a smile he'd never given me before.