#BITING GROWLING SCREAMING ARGH ARGH ARGH

[tiredtriedfailures]

genuinely never been as close to making a self insert to ship myself with any character than ive been with hobie brown so let that speak for itself. almost making a spidersona. i WONT though cuz im a whole ass adult and so is he. i dont have to imaginary kiss him im a grownup. i DONT need to imaginary kiss him i DONT

[midn1ghtsworld]

Tangled Sheets and Broken Rules

(Liz x G!P Yujin)

Liz and Yujin had been inseparable friends for many years. They first met in college and instantly connected, forming a deep bond that only grew stronger over time. Liz, with her gorgeous blonde hair, blue eyes, and toned physique, was a true beauty, while Yujin exuded confidence and charm with her sun-kissed skin and adoring expression. They spent countless evenings studying together, hitting the town, and supporting each other through life’s highs and lows.

As time went on, their connection deepened into a passionate romance of sorts. They started engaging in intimate activities—making out, touching, and pleasuring each other. However, they both understood the unspoken agreement—no further escalation. It was more playful, exploratory fun between friends than a real relationship. At least, that’s how they framed it for themselves.

But in recent months, something had started shifting. Liz could feel it in the way Yujin looked at her—the longing in those dark eyes, the way her touch lingered just a little too long. And Yujin sensed it too—the flutter in her stomach whenever Liz was near, the fantasies that ran through her head late at night. Feelings were building, but neither wanted to be the first to voice them and risk their special bond.

It all came to a head on one fateful evening. Liz invited Yujin over to her flat for a quiet night in. They ordered pizza, cracked open a bottle of wine, and settled in for a movie. But Liz was hyperaware of Yujin’s presence beside her on the couch, her subtle scent, the heat of her body. She squirmed a bit and tried to focus on the film.

Yujin was also distracted, her eyes sneaking glances at Liz, drinking in her lovely features, aching to touch her. Her hand crept over to rest on Liz’s thigh, fingers lightly tracing circles on the smooth skin. “Stop it,” Liz muttered while removing the hands of Yujin that currently on her tummy. “What do you mean?” Yujin’s touch grew bolder, her hand slipping under the hem of Liz’s short skirt. She cupped the curve of her ass, giving a possessive squeeze. Unable to hold back a whimper, Liz squirmed. “Yujin, focus. The movie…”

Suddenly, Liz had had enough. “Fuck this,” she muttered, stopping the DVD. In one swift motion, she straddled Yujin’s lap and crashed her lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Yujin immediately responded, hands flying to grab handfuls of Liz’s ass. They kissed until they were both breathless, until Liz’s head spun with it. She broke away, panting. Yujin smirked at her, pupils blown with lust.

“Can’t resist me, can you?” the smirked. “Shut up,” Liz growled, and kissed her again, biting at her lower lip. Yujin groaned and grabbed a handful of Liz’s breast, kneading the soft flesh. Liz gasped and arched into her touch. “Fuck, Yujin…”

“I knew you wanted me,” Yujin purred, tweaking Liz’s nipple through her shirt. “I can feel how wet you are already.”

“Argh, you’re such a cocky pervert,” Liz panted, but she was grinding herself against Yujin’s hand, seeking more pressure. “We shouldn’t… I mean… ah!” Yujin was rubbing tight circles over Liz’s clit through her panties. Pleasure jolted through her, making her hips stutter. “God, I need you,” she whimpered.

Sweeping the coffee table clear, Yujin laid Liz down on it. She shimmied down the other woman’s skirt and panties, baring her glistening sex to the cool air. Liz’s thighs fell open in wanton invitation. Yujin licked her lips.

“You look so fucking hot, spread out for me like this,” she said, her voice rough with desire. “I’m going to eat this perfect pussy until you scream.” Liz only whined in response, too far gone to form words. Yujin didn’t make her wait. She sealed her mouth over Liz’s aching clit and sucked hard.

Liz nearly jumped off the table. “Oh fuck, yes! Don’t stop!” Yujin didn’t stop. She tongued Liz’s clit, then thrust two fingers deep into her clutching cunt. Liz clenched around them, her hips rolling shamelessly. Yujin pumped them harder, curling to hit that secret spot that made stars explode behind Liz’s eyelids.

She was close, so close. Yujin could taste it on her tongue. She worked Liz ruthlessly, wringing out every drop of pleasure. She wanted to make her come so hard she forgot her own name. “I-I’m c-cummi.. Fuuuuck!!” Liz came with a hoarse cry, her pussy spasming violently around Yujin’s fingers. Her whole body quaked with it, ecstasy crashing through her veins. Yujin gentled her through it, lapping at her oversensitized flesh until she shuddered and stilled.

Liz hauled Yujin up for a sloppy kiss, moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue. “Mmm, I think it’s my turn to taste you now,” she murmured, pushing at Yujin’s shoulders until she rolled onto her back. Liz made quick work of Yujin’s fly, shoving her pants and boxers down and letting her thick erection spring free.

“Ohhh, look at you,” Liz purred appreciatively, wrapping a hand around Yujin’s straining cock. “So big and hard for me already.” She gave Yujin a few slow pumps, making her hips jerk and a bead of precum leak from the tip. “I’m going to suck you so good, baby. Gonna swallow every drop.”

With that filthy promise, Liz bent down and swallowed Yujin’s cock to the root. Yujin shouted, fisting the sheets by her head as Liz’s hot mouth engulfed her. “Holy shit, Liz!” Yujin gasped, head thrashing on the pillow. “Your mouth…fuck!”

Liz hummed around her, tongue swirling and sucking as she bobbed up and down Yujin’s throbbing shaft. One hand cupped and massaged her heavy balls while the other hand crept down to rub at her taint.

Yujin was losing her mind, reduced to a puddle of pleasure. Liz’s talented tongue was working magic on her cock. She could feel herself rapidly approaching the edge. “Liz, I’m gonna cum,” she warned, trying to tug her friend off.

But Liz just took her deeper, swallowing around her length. The added pressure was too much. With a broken moan, Yujin came hard, spilling her release down Liz’s eager throat. Her friend gulped it all down like the thirsty girl she was.

Yujin slumped back against the couch, panting hard and looking utterly debauched. “Jesus Liz,” she managed to get out once she’d regained some semblance of control. “That was…god that was amazing.”

Liz crawled back up to straddle Yujin’s lap, both of them knowing the night was far from over. “Mmm, you taste so good,” Liz purred, leaning in to capture Yujin’s lips in a filthy kiss, letting her taste herself on Liz’s tongue.

Yujin groaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up to grab Liz’s hips and pull her down. She could already feel herself starting to harden again. Liz rocked down against her, coating Yujin’s cock in her wetness. They both groaned at the feeling, the night’s activities so far having left Liz sopping.

Feeling bold, Yujin lined herself up with Liz’s entrance. “Can we…” she breathed against Liz’s lips, already starting to push inside.

“No, Yujin. You know we c-can’t,” Liz gasped out, stalling her with a hand on Yujin’s chest. "Let's just settle for this right now."

Yujin nodded, understanding. She knew they’d never done anything more than mutual masturbation and oral before. This was new territory for both of them.

They started to move together then, Yujin’s cock sliding along Liz’s pussy, getting coated in her slick arousal. They both moaned at the intensity of it, every drag of Yujin’s shaft against Liz’s sensitive flesh sending sparks through them.

Lost in the pleasure of it, Yujin was moving faster before she knew it, plunging deeper with each thrust. “F-fuck,” Liz gasped out, hanging on for dear life as Yujin pounded into her. One particularly deep thrust had Yujin sliding home, her cock sinking into Liz’s tight heat. “AHHH!! F-FUCK.. YUJIN.. YUJIN.. FUCK!!” Liz is starting to lose control as she moaned uncontrollably

They both cried out at the sudden fullness of it, Yujin’s eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the vice-like grip of Liz’s pussy. She tried to pull out, but Liz’s legs snapped around her hips, holding her in place.

“N-No…don’t fucking stop,” Liz panted out. “It’s okay…you feel so good…keep going…please.”

Yujin swallowed hard, her cock throbbing inside Liz. She didn’t need to be told twice. She started thrusting then, hard and deep, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room along with their moans.

She yanked Liz up and put her feet on the floor, spreading her thighs wider, allowing herself to plunge even deeper. “W-wai… FUCK!! Oh god.. you feel so f-fucking good. You’re so deep inside me. FUCK!” Liz cried out, her nails raking down Yujin’s back as she held on tight. They were moving so fast now, fucking with an intensity they’d never reached before.

Liz threw her head back, screaming out her pleasure as she came harder than she ever had before, her pussy clenching and fluttering around Yujin’s cock. Yujin groaned, feeling it and knowing she was seconds behind. She kept pounding into Liz though, determined to wring every bit of pleasure out of her.

“Fuck Yujin…Yujin…Yujin,” Liz chanted, her voice going high and breathy as she kept coming. Her legs started to shake and Yujin could feel her own climax rushing towards her.

At the last second, Liz’s legs clamped down around her hips, holding Yujin in place as she started coming with a roar. Yujin’s cock jerked and twitched inside Liz as she spilled deep, her mind going blissfully blank at the intensity of it.

They collapsed together on the bed, completely spent and panting. Yujin rolled to the side, slipping out of Liz with a hiss at the sudden emptiness of it. She pulled Liz into her arms, both of them exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.

They lay there for long moments, just basking in the afterglow. Finally, Liz spoke up, her voice muffled against Yujin’s chest. “Y-Yujin,” she breathed out. Could this be the moment? Wasn’t it the right time to address the feelings they both had been avoiding?

But as Liz contemplated her words, an unsettling fear crept in. What if they spoke their truths? What if it shattered the fragile dynamic they had so carefully maintained? The thought of awkwardness between them made her tummy knot in anxiety, and she instinctively brushed it off. With a soft sigh, she shifted her weight, intending to get up and leave the room. Maybe if they ignored it, it would go away.

However, Yujin had other plans. With a swift motion, she grabbed Liz’s wrist, pulling her back down so Liz was perched once more on Yujin’s lap. Liz looked startled, but there was a softness in Yujin’s gaze, an intensity that made her heart race.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yujin asked, her voice a low murmur, eyes locked onto Liz’s. She caressed Liz’s cheeks tenderly, her thumb brushing over her skin, grounding Liz in the moment.

“I—” Liz stammered, her earlier bravado dissolving. The warmth of Yujin’s gaze pierced through her defenses.

In that moment, without hesitation, Yujin leaned forward and kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t a kiss borne of lust; it was a kiss that spoke of vulnerability, of love that had simmered for far too long under the surface. Liz melted into it, every nerve ending alive.

When Yujin pulled away, her eyes held a depth Liz had never seen before. “I love you, Liz.” The confession fell from Yujin’s lips, each word ringing true, echoing in the small space between them.

Time seemed to pause. Liz’s breath caught in her throat, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. She had hoped for this, longed for it, but hearing it made her heart ache and swell all at once.

“I love you too,” Liz finally breathed out, her voice shaky, but resolute. The confession dawned like the first morning light breaking through shadows, illuminating everything between them.

They kissed for a long time after that, pouring all their pent up feelings into it. But as they finally broke apart, both smiling dopily, Yujin had to ask. “So…does this mean we can stop dancing around each other now? Maybe just admit we’re girlfriend and girlfriend?”

Liz laughed, playfully smacking Yujin’s chest. “You’re such a dork sometimes.” But she capitulated easily, pulling Yujin in for another heated kiss. “Yes, you big sap. You’re my girlfriend now.”

Yujin grinned against Liz’s lips, her heart feeling full to bursting. “Best thing I’ve ever heard,” she rumbled happily.

They shared another gentle kiss before Yujin’s gaze turned heated. “You know, I’m not done with you tonight,” she said with a wink. Liz could feel Yujin starting to harden again inside her. “Round two?”

“I’m always up for round two with you,” Liz replied with a grin. She loved competitive Yujin.

“Good,” Yujin purred, voice low and seductive. “Because I plan to make you scream my name all night long.” Her hips flexed, driving her re-hardened length deeper inside Liz.

Liz gasped, clenching around Yujin. She was more than ready for whatever Yujin had in store. Their night of lovemaking had only just begun.

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 2: [DRAGON AU] mammon / first encounter

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note: requested by @whensam! i have to admit, i was hoping this'd pop up. i know i can write what i want, but i always feel i need an excuse anyway. you didn't indicate a preference for pov and i also just ended up wanting to do both, so this is a little longer than expected as a result!

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Baker's children don't make good hunters. We’re used to carrying sacks of flour, not sprinting across fields with pitchfork-wielding mobs in hot pursuit. We don't make good kindling, either, but that hasn't stopped about half the adults in the village - for shame, I'd say, if I had the breath to speak.

Here's the thing. Our village isn't exactly a popular spot by any definition of the term. We're too far from any big cities to make good business, we don't make much worth selling, and the people certainly aren't charming enough to warrant a detour.

More important, though, are the creatures we share land with. Through the grassland that border the crop fields, there are invisible lines drawn in the soil - ones that no one crosses.

These lines mark dragon territory, and everyone knows that a dragon would sooner eat you for breakfast than stop for a reasonable conversation. Reasonable conversation is not something I have the luxury of at the moment, which is why I’m already several hundred paces over the line.

Just fifty already takes you into the forest. I don’t hear footsteps in pursuit anymore - they’d have to be mad to follow me so far in, which is exactly what I'd been banking on. The issue now is that, rather than being pitchforked, or burnt at the stake, I’ll probably just get eaten instead.

I pick my way through rotting leaf litter and ridged roots before collapsing against an old oak, wondering if the moisture dripping from overhead is safe to drink - or at least to wash my mouth out with. Gnawing through rope seems like a clever idea until your teeth start bleeding.

I can’t stay here, I think. Dying now would be like letting them win. Then Dad will have smacked the alderman for no reason.

Just as I get back to my feet, something whooshes overhead. I freeze. Those wings were larger than any bird I’ve ever seen.

Surely it couldn’t see me through the leaves. I crouch low to the ground and try to hide in the undergrowth - the wingbeats disappear until all I can hear is distant birdsong.

At least they’re having a nice day. I duck my head and trudge through a hedge - and come face to face with a dragon.

“Argh!”

I leap backwards. Bad move. The sunlight falls across its pointed face just in time for me to watch its pupils expand into full moons, like a cat on the hunt.

It doesn’t pounce. It doesn’t charge, snap or growl. It creeps slowly, eyes fixed on me the whole way forward, as if making sure I know that I can’t escape.

Nowhere to run. I press my back against a wizened old pine and shut my eyes tight - throwing out an arm, as if that might shield me.

Nothing happens. Then something cold presses into my palm.

My eyes snap open. The dragon blinks down at me. Its eyes are such a deep shade of blue that it’s almost dizzying. Oh. Oh, okay.

Its - his? I wonder, noting the ridges on his nose - snout rests carefully in my palm. He seems to register me staring at him, and snorts. The hot air is just on the brink of scalding, but not quite enough to hurt.

Then, almost experimentally, he opens his mouth - a yawning chasm of teeth, poised as if to ever-so-gently bite off my head. Except he doesn’t do that. There’s no pain - no crunch of broken bone or split sinew - far from it. The dragon leans down, carefully hooks his teeth into the collar of my shirt, and takes off.

I’d have screamed if it wasn’t for all the air leaving my chest at once. The forest shrinks to a dark blanket beneath us faster than I can even register it happening, and I realise very quickly that I’d be dashed to bits if I so much as slipped.

Wyvern, says an unhelpful voice in the back of my head as we soar. The dragon’s white-and-gold wings blot out the sun, but they’re so brilliant that it’s hard to tell the difference. They’re good fliers.

Before long, the dragon lands - legs first, digging his talons deep into the soil as he skids to a stop. After a moment, he huffs, then (strangely gently) drops me in a heap on the stony ground.

There’s a rumble, a swoosh - then several thuds, a swoosh of wings. I watch a shadow fall over my field of vision, then slowly raise my head.

Oh, I think a little faintly. 

All sorts of colours, all sorts of demeanours. One in particular steps forward - dark, with crimson eyes, and the sort of air about him that tells me he's the leader. Boss, I'll call him, if only to settle my own nerves. The dragon that brought me here (Goldie, I decide, still trying to settle my breathing) steps forward with a sort of chirrup in greeting.

It's a spectacle, if nothing else. Here are seven dragons, horns and wings and all. I've heard cautionary tales and horror stories, but they never really tell you how majestic they look in real life - scales shinier than any jewel I could imagine. Marvels of creatures, really. If only I had the wits to appreciate it.

Boss is growling now - there's a sort of heat rolling off him in waves. Some of the feeling coming back to my numb legs.

If only I knew what they were saying...

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It isn’t often that the forest bears treasure - usually it’s all very boring things, like meat and berries and leaves. To be fair, Mammon's used to treasure of the shiny, golden kind - not this weird little critter crouched against a tree.

It smells faintly of smoke and burnt wheat. He stalks closer, but he's testing it more than anything - it doesn’t look like any prey he’s familiar with.

When he gets close, it sticks out a little starfish-shaped appendage and closes its eyes. He smells bitter fear now.

Is it greeting him? Telling him it isn’t a threat? That’s smart. He thought only dragons could be smart, but it’s not behaving - nor does it look - like any dragon he's ever met.

So he returns the greeting with his snout. He half expects to be stung, like the time Asmo brought that little spidery thing home, but all the critter does is look up at him fearfully.

Interesting. On a whim, he scoops the little round thing off, and decides to take it back home.

The weird not-prey goes still as soon as he takes off. Once home, he lets it disembark (drops it on the floor, though he tries to be gentle), then looks up to face his brothers as they land around him.

The others decide to keep their distance. Lucifer is the first to plod forward and investigate.

He sniffs carefully at the air, then makes a crackling noise somewhere at the base of his throat - which isn't usually a good sign.

“That’s a human, Mammon," He says, glaring at the little critter. It’s still sitting, frozen.

“It’s a what?”

“What’d you bring that for? Stupid.” Belphie settles back on his haunches, blowing out a puff of frost. “Can’t go around snatching humans. We’ll get hunted. Stupid.”

“Shut up,” He grunts. “And I didn’t snatch it. Found it walkin’ around in the forest.”

“That’s impossible,” Satan says nearly immediately. His tail swishes back and forth - slow and deliberate, an analytical glint in his clever eyes. “They don’t let their young anywhere near us.”

“Well, whaddya call this, then?”

The human - apparently - suddenly seems to regain use of its limbs. Springing to its feet (Levi shrinks back, crest flattering over his head), it stumbles for a moment, then abruptly ducks under one of Mammon's wings.

The rest of his brothers - who'd similarly drawn back - relax again with a simultaneous murmur of vague confusion. Mammon blinks. Then his tail starts flicking at the end - like it always does when he's pleased.

“...you are not keeping it,” Lucifer says, looking as if he'd very much like to fly off into the sunset.

“It might have a disease!” adds Asmo.

“I don’t care what any of ya say,” Mammon says stubbornly, snapping at Beel when it looks like he might creep in for a bite. “I’m not sendin’ it back to the forest. It’ll be dead in a day.”

"It might be dangerous," Levi hisses. "It's totally giving me the evil eyes."

"Stop scaring it, then,” Mammon says loftily. “Relax, ya big baby - You’ve got teeth bigger than its whole head.”

“You are not keeping it,” Lucifer says again, as if repeating himself will make him sound more in charge.

“Pfft. Can’t tell me what to do.” He snaps at Beel again. “Oi! No bitin’! Go raid your stash or something.”

Beel’s horns seem to droop a little. “...fine. C’mon, Belphie.”

“I was busy,” complains Satan with a huff as the twins flap off. "This is boring. I've seen deer carcasses more interesting than that weird little thing."

"Go look at your stinkin' carcasses, then," Mammon shoots back, fighting the impulse to spit something at him.

Satan does exactly that. Levi soon slinks off as well, apparently still intimidated - and Asmo seems to have disappeared as soon as he decided the human wasn't going to make a good accessory.

Lucifer, meanwhile, stands his ground. His tail is beginning to lash in agitation. If Mammon’s lucky, maybe he’ll even start spitting fire.

“I'm not gonna eat it,” He says stubbornly.

“I wasn't going to tell you to,” Lucifer replies, but he sounds very much like he’s considering it. “Belphie was right. If a hunter sees us with one of their young, they’ll take it as a threat.”

“Like we wouldn’t win,” He scoffs, sitting down with a thump. "Anyway,don't ya smell the fire on it?"

A single scarlet eye narrows a little. Evidently he hadn't - though Lucifer's always smelling smoke, by virtue of the literal furnace in his chest, so he can't really be blamed for not noticing.

The human is peeking out from beneath his wing with a little more bravado now. Lucifer eyes its round little face as if it might start spitting poison at him.

"...humans don't usually try to set fire to their young," Lucifer says after a moment. "You're sure she doesn't have anywhere to go?"

"Wouldn't've been in the forest if it— uh, she did." He glances down. "C'mon! Not like we don't have the space."

Lucifer is silent. Then he gives a long-suffering sigh - sending a plume of dark blue smoke into the sky - and bends down to the human’s eye level again.

“Will you behave?” Lucifer asks her severely, as if she can understand dragon-speak.

The human child blinks up at him. Then she reaches up and plants a hand on his snout.

Mammon holds his breath. After a moment, Lucifer’s wings flutter, then settle.

“I’m not having any part in this,” He announces, stepping back. “This is to be your responsibility only. Don't make any trouble for your brothers. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah,” He says dismissively, occupied with keeping his triumph from showing in his tail. Got it.”

Lucifer glances down at the human one final time. “...take care of her.”

And off he flaps - to attend to his usual nighttime duties. He says he's keeping watch for danger, but mostly they seem to involve gazing darkly into the sunset.

With his brothers dispersed, Mammon takes a moment to actually consider his situation. He doesn’t actually know what taking care of a human child involves. He doesn’t know much about humans in general - it’s not like he usually pays them any attention. Maybe some of his brothers could give him some advice… if any of them were interested in the kid’s well-being, at least.

They’ll come around, He decides after a moment, unfurling his wings and attempting to nudge the human in the general direction of their living caves. First, I gotta figure out what these things eat…

[dragonsarecool]

June of Doom Day 3 - Ambushed

A/N: It turns out Needles didn't appreciate Marty's newfound maturity. Set a few days after Part III.

Marty sipped his Pepsi idly as he walked, gazing back at the neon signage above the cinemas. The crisp October wind gently brushed his tie askew, and he stopped to reposition it, taking in the sounds of distant sirens and muffled rock music. Damn, it still feels good to be back.

He and Jennifer hardly ever went out on 'fancy' dates - they both much preferred a simple Burger King run or quiet picnic in the park - but he had been so desperate to get re-accustomed with his time period that he'd offered to sponsor a date night at a classier establishment, complete with a late night at the movies.

To his surprise, Jennifer had been enthusiastic at the idea. "We can use it as our anniversary date as well! Saves you having to get dressed up twice." She'd joked, kissing Marty playfully.

Marty was glad she had remembered. He felt guilty at having forgotten, but in his defence, he'd had a lot of other things to process this week.

He took the last swig of his drink as he approached the driver's door of the truck, tucking the empty bottle under his arm as he fumbled with the keys. Can't believe I left the damn tickets in here, I'm such a dumbass-

An explosion of pain rattled through his jaw and skull. Stars danced in his vision as a breathless cry of pain left his lips, his body protesting as it slammed into the side of his truck. His keys and the glass bottle slipped from his grasp and tumbled onto the asphalt, the shards being noisily crunched underfoot.

Marty barely had a chance to process what the hell had happened when a second blow caught him off guard, his body crumpling in on itself. He tried to wrap his arms protectively over his stomach, only for someone to grab his wrists. "What th-mmph!"

"Shut up, McFly!" His attacker growled, gripping his mouth so tightly that he could feel the fingernails digging into his face.

Marty's stomach dropped. Oh, for God's sake, not Needles again! He fought against the hands restraining him, desperately trying to free his face to scream. "Hhmph!"

"Quit it, McFly, nobody's gonna hear ya out here," Needles taunted. "Even your girl isn't around to bat for you this time."

Marty suddenly felt a sense of claustrophobia come over him. The hands clutching at his body had become too much - they were obstructing his vision, his breathing, they were clawing all over him he was suffocating he was gonna die-

"Hmmph!" He threw his body to the side in an attempt to dislodge Needles's grip, disappointed to find it did nothing but earn him a knee to the stomach. The breath was was once again evicted from his lungs, his display of defiance quickly fading as the adrenaline in his body failed him. If I could just bite his hand-

"It's a real shame you didn't race me, McFly," Needles hissed down his ear. "Hittin' that Rolls Royce would've been way less painful compared to what I'm gonna to do to a chicken like you."

Marty's face paled as he found himself being swung around, his back slamming awkwardly into the side of his truck. He barely had time to react before Needles had once again gripped his wrists and clamp his mouth shut, staring at him with a look he could only describe as deranged. The nauseating smell of alcohol wafting into his nose did nothing to ease his nerves, as did the look of Needles's half-glazed eyes. Maybe he has finally lost his shit. Where's the rest of his possé? And is that blood on his face?!

He didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified.

"Here's what's gonna happen now, screwball," Needles spoke sharply. "I'm gonna take those keys of yours. We're gonna go for a long ride, and you're not gonna give me any trouble about it. And then I'm gonna make sure you-"

"Marty!"

Jennifer! "Mmmhmm!" Marty squirmed furiously under Needles's hand, yet the iron-clad grip around his mouth remained firm. Run, Jennifer!

"Argh, shit!" Needles's tough demeanour instantly vanished. He decided to abandon his monologue, repositioning his hands in an attempt to force Marty into the truck. "Where are the keys, dickhead?"

"HEY, DIPSHIT!" Jennifer's screams were growing closer. "Leave him alone!"

No, Jennifer! He'll hurt you! Marty forced his feet up against the doors of the truck in an attempt to stop Needles from dragging him any further, cringing at the sound of scratched paint. If I could just get a punch in-

"Oh yeah?" A sickening high-pitched laugh erupted from Needles, who laughed down at his captive. "You gonna let yourself get saved by a girl, McFly? What a fu-"

Needles found himself unable to finish his sentence, as he was too busy reacting to the sudden burst of pain in his nether regions."GAHHHH! MY BALLS!"

Marty aimed his gaze as high over Needles's shoulder as he could, just in time to see Jennifer produce a second kick to the groin with her heels. He couldn't help but smirk under the hand gagging him. Damn, she's good…

As his captor screamed pathetically his grip on Marty disappeared, with Marty finding the ground rushing towards him quicker than he would like. Jennifer's arms suddenly came into his line of view, gasping as she helped to haul him to his feet. He gave her a thankful look, massaging his sore jaw delicately. "…Thanks, Jen."

"No problem, McFly," Jennifer smiled proudly, though her concern quickly became evident once she noticed the knuckle-shaped bruise forming along his jawline. "Oh, Marty, your poor cheek-"

"I know, Jen," Marty said quietly. Don't remind me; it hurts enough. For some reason, he found he couldn't tear his glare away from the pathetic form of Needles, curled up in the fetal position as he whimpered. "You're an asshole, Needles. I hope you always remember that."

Needles sluggishly raised his head to hiss at him, clearly struggling to speak through the pain. "…Go to hell, McFly!"

Deciding he'd had enough of being manhandled for one night, Marty retrieved his keys from the asphalt and took Jennifer's hand in his own. "Let's go, Jen. The 'chicken' can clean up its own shit."

Jennifer said nothing as they crossed through the carpark, waiting until she was sure they were out of Needles's earshot. Once they'd rounded the corner and were in sight of the movie theatre, she wrapped her arms eagerly around Marty and gave him a loving kiss. "Are you sure you're alright, Marty?"

"Positive, Jen," Marty whispered, returning the embrace. "J-Just a bit embarrassed, that's all."

"Oh, Marty, please don't be," Jennifer tapped him playfully on the nose as she spoke. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, mister. I'm the only witness, remember?"

Marty's smile faded as he nuzzled into her hair. "…All I-I could see was Biff…a-and his group, h-how they tossed me around-"

Jennifer delicately placed a finger to his lips. "I know, honey. But you're okay, and that's what matters right now."

She waited until he nodded before removing her finger. "…I-I'm glad you found me before, uh, before it got serious-"

"Serious?" Jennifer's brow rose in alarm. "What did he want?"

Marty gazed back in the direction of the car park, the unsettled feeling in his stomach returning. Although he had a fairly solid idea of what Needles had planned, he didn't want to frighten Jennifer anymore than she already had been. "…I don't think I want to know, Jen."

While she decided not to pry further, she gave him a troubled expression. "You are gonna go to the police about it, right?"

"Of course! I'm not gonna let that asshole think jumping me like that is okay," Marty took Jennifer's hand in his own and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Maybe I wanna enjoy our date first."

It took a few moments before Jennifer relented. "…Alright then, mister. As long as you promise-"

"Yeah, mom, I will," Marty laughed quietly, planting another kiss on Jennifer's forehead as she giggled. The warmth of her skin on his lips was electric, and he suddenly felt energised, running his fingernail down the side of her face. "Shall we continue?"

Jennifer gave him a flirty quirk of the eyebrows. "I'm all yours, Mister McFly."

"The tickets are still in the car, though."

[krizaland]

Frozen with Fear Chapter 9

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

Be warned: There’s more kidnapping ahead!

First Previous

The Mayor cleared his throat as he begun to circle the two monkeys.

“Long ago, my lady went off on a journey to help improve this wretched world. She went from kingdom to kingdom but everyone rejected her kindness. Just when she thought all was lost, what did she find? A sweet monkey princess helping out the less fortunate.”

The Mayor chuckled darkly as he continued his story.

“After spending so long witnessing nothing but suffering and misery, my lady was touched to finally see another kind soul. Or so she thought-” -The mayor’s eyes gave off an icy glow as he shot Bao Li a glare.

Bao Li felt a knot in her stomach as more tears streamed down her face.

“Not wanting the princess to be tainted by the cruelty of others, my lady decided to offer her guidance. All she asked in return was the princess’s love. But the princess was more selfish than she thought.”

Macaque looked over at Bao Li and grunted.

He would be lying if he said he couldn’t relate a little bit.

“That ungrateful princess betrayed my lady and threw away everything she gave her. My poor, sweet lady, was left absolutely heartbroken. All she ever wanted to do was help. How could the princess be so cruel?” The Mayor whimpered dramatically.

It was then Bao Li found her voice.

“That’s not true! Lady Bone Demon didn’t want to help anyone! She wanted to use me and The Gem of Life to destroy the world!”

“So you’d rather let this world fester in misery than start fresh? You really are a selfish one aren’t you?” The Mayor snickered.

“Tell me, how is not wanting to destroy the world selfish?!” Macaque snapped as he wriggled against his restraints.

The Mayor simply chuckled and patted Macaque���s head.

“Oh Ho! I doubt your simple mind could understand the complexity of my lady’s plans.”

Macaque let out a growl and tried to bite The Mayor only to be met with a smack.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! It’s awfully rude to bite people-” -The Mayor wagged a finger- “-You know you really should be punished for being so rude but I’m feeling merciful today. So I’ll offer you a deal: You may walk free if your friend here goes in your place.”

Macaque felt like he was shot in the chest.

“WHAT?! HELL NO!” Macaque spat as he struggled harder.

“Oh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like a choice.”

The Mayor’s eyes gave off another icy glow as he snapped his fingers.

FWOOSH!

Bao Li let out a scream as she was dragged down into a blue portal.

“NO! BAO LI! BRING HER BACK! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! JUST BRING HER BACK!” Macaque pleaded as a few tears trickled down his cheeks.

The Mayor let out a maniacal laugh.

“Oh you pitiful fool! It’s far too late to save her. Ta-Ta~”

And with a mocking wave, The Mayor disappeared into the darkness.

The moment The Mayor left, the chains restraining Macaque disappeared as well.

“BAO LI! NO! ARGH! I can’t believe I let that bastard take her from me-”

BAM!

Macaque punched the wall, leaving behind a massive hole.

“Don’t worry, Sapphire. I’ll get you back. And once I do, I won’t let you get away from me again!”

And with that, Macaque opened a shadow portal and slunk away.

Meanwhile, Bao Li landed with a thud into a room covered in spider webs.

“W-Where am I?!” Bao Li whimpered.

“Oh don’t worry about that-” -The Mayor reappeared behind her- “-You won’t be alive long enough to stick around.”

Bao Li let out a yelp as The Mayor loomed over her.

“Please listen to reason! Lady Bone Demon only cares about destruction! You have nothing to gain from this!”

The Mayor simply ignored Bao Li’s cries as he threw her over his shoulder.

“Oh I’m going to enjoy watching my lady pop your pretty little head off.” He whispered into her ear.

Bao Li frantically writhed against her restraints.

“You don’t understand! If you give me to Lady Bone Demon all will be lost! Please don’t-”

“Hey! What’s with all the racket?!”

Out from the shadows emerged none other than The Spider Queen.

Bao Li let out a scream as The Spider Queen’s beady green eyes oozed with hunger.

The Spider Queen looked over at Bao Li and cooed,

“Well, well, well! Looks like The Monkey King’s little butterfly got caught in my web!”

“Oh you don’t need to worry about her, your majesty. I’m simply taking care of a personal issue.”

The Mayor tried to keep walking but The Spider Queen blocked his path.

“Aww, can’t she stay for dinner? I think she’d make the perfect dessert.” The Spider Queen purred she squished Bao Li’s face.

The Mayor looked over at Bao Li’s terrified expression and grinned.

“Oh what the hell! I don’t see why not!”

Bao Li burst into tears as The Spider Queen and The Mayor laughed manically.

Meanwhile, Wukong was on the warpath with MK in tow.

Steam practically poured out of Wukong’s ears as he and MK rode his cloud.

MK swallowed thickly as he looked over to his seething mentor.

Wukong’s breathing was heavy as he clenched his fists.

He gritted his teeth as the flames of rage danced in his eyes.

Even his eye glamours had dropped, revealing their true ruby red color.

MK quickly looked down and scanned his surroundings.

“I swear when I get my hands on that Macaque I’m gonna-”

“Look! Down there! I think that’s him!” MK announced as he pointed below.

Sure enough, there was Macaque, searching for Bao Li.

“Good! Alright, kid stay here and keep the cloud running. I’ll take care of Macaque.”

With a loud war cry, Wukong leapt off the cloud and dove down right in front of Macaque.

BOOM!

The ground shook as Wukong rose to his feet.

He folded his arms and flashed his fangs.

“Give Bao Li back to me! Now!”

Next

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[boyakishantriage]

Mildew covered the walls, laughing she gripped the bleeding hole left at her wait.

"GO TO HELL."

Breathing heavily, coughing blood from various bite and chaotic slashing and strikes.

"THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU?"

Growling, the woman jittered, gripping the knife out her arm with more grumbling. Wrapping his ripped sleeve around her wound, tightly to ensure the blood didn't spill.

"Plenty."

She threw her foot forward, arms raised to protect his head as she swerved her foot towards his stomach. Reaching out, he threw the human across the street. Slamming her against the stone wall as she gripped her head gathering herself.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU'D DO. WHY DON'T- GAHHH"

Slamming her head against the ground and wall, the group of men stepped back as their leader drew his courage.

"The fuck's wrong with you?"

Her body froze, a grin leading across her face.

"plenty."

Swiveling the knife into her hand, she stepped back. Hands raised, he barked an order.

"Back off. I'll beat this stupid demoness back to Hell-"

His face smooshed, a punch thrown mid sentence, the girl throwing another punch as she tossed the blade into her other hand. The blade pulling itself back as he stumbled back.

"Fuck you."

A grin on her face, she stabbed his gut, pushing forward into his arms as she bit his neck. Growling like a beast, biting harder and harder. Forcing her teeth into his collarbone, before he threw his off.

Now gripping his neck, the woman laughing as she bent over, nursing her wounds as she gripped her head.

"You really are a demon."

"No worse than you."

Making a heart with her hands, she rose to her feet, staggering forward as she gripped the wall.

"YOU WILL OBEY."

Roaring, her body snapped into focus, murder in her eyes as she rushed forward once more.

His buddy immediately threw him his sword, he's told him he wouldn't need it. But he'd brought it regardless. Drawing the blade, the woman running up the wall as he readies his arm. Muscles tensing, pulsing as he put a final push. He didn't want to kill, but he'd have to if she was this insane. Struck across the face, beaten with kicks, thrown around. She'd chased after them, bashing them when they ran forcing the rest to fight her when they tried to escape. But she'd likely burnt all her energy by now. Only running on willpower. Body burning, he raised his sword.

And missed.

Slamming the knife into his thigh, she slammed herself into his nuts, fingers slashing his torso as he stumbled back. Now laughing more than ever, cackling as she slid under his legs, jumping up and clambering up his sweaty back.

Bloody, very much insane and more than a little crazy as she raised her fists like a club over his dazed face.

And gripped her head. Roaring, screaming into his head as she slammed to the floor.

"FUCK YOU. YOU'VE NEVER LET ME HAD ANY FUN- ARGH!"

Howling, gripping her body as she rocked herself back and forth. Before freezing.

His friends had started to drag him back, pulling him away as the woman laid on her back. Body still before getting up. Looking at her hand, the mass of men began to run away.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. HaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

She began to laugh. Continued to laugh, gripping the sword from the ground, trailing the blade behind her as she giggled through.

"YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY??"

A wider grin on her face, murderous glare in her eyes remaining but now clear as day.

"FUCK OFF. YOU- hrk."

"I want talking to you. Peasant."

Kicking the man off his blade, she slammed the sword into his body. Whatever wounds he inflicted ignored, she as slammed the sword into him.

"DIE."

She walked forward and now they had a choice. Fight her and help their friend out. Or run.

The smart ones dropped their wounded friend, others raised phones.

She pummeled to unconscious man, her strength faltering as she shouted obscenities at him. Growling, she fell over. Her body fully burnt out.

[whitegoldtower]

It’s 3AM and I desperately need to sleep but here, I wrote pure fucking filth. ‘Ave it. It’s Eddie and Vingalmo having weird violent vampire sex.

(Also if you know me irl don’t bring this up in person, I would literally rather eat a brick. I would pass away. Is it hot? Yep. Am I ashamed? Also yep.)

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Edward Van Blagden had decided he’d had enough of this.

Enough of Vingalmo’s fighting, enough of their rivalry. Eddie was putting poor Orthjolf to shame; the nord’s words could never sting as well as the imperial’s. He had him precisely where he wanted him, now, the two vampires all fangs and claws as Edward pinned the struggling, kicking mer to the table. He hissed in his face viciously, watching with satisfaction as Vingalmo instinctively recoiled, his ears flattening against his head.

His hand was fisted at Vingalmo’s silky, pale golden throat, gossamer hair tangled in his fingers.

The taller, lankier vampire took a calculated risk, feigning a loss of consciousness, then, and despite his status as financial advisor to the court… by the divines, was he bad at arithmetic.

He was a ticking time bomb now, just bluffing and waiting for the correct moment to spring back to life and compromise their positioning. A poor calculation. Eddie expected better than this below-the-belt parlour trick.

So he would gain the upper hand this time, well and truly; make Vingalmo think that he would be about to find his fangs in his neck.

But then he paused.

The mer’s cheeks were flushed with stolen blood, lips parted for air, his body still with anticipation.

What if? What if it didn’t have to be this way? What if they didn’t need to fight like this, however much they both enjoyed it…?

Evidently, Vingalmo was too anxious to wait any longer, however the second he opened those carmine eyes, Edward had lunged.

He’d intercepted his own path to the mer’s throat, and gone for somewhere else instead.

His lips, that mouth… Gods, why hadn’t he done this before?

The hand at Edward’s collar faltered, Vingalmo finding himself pressed against the wood, now, with a muffled yelp.

The imperial couldn’t stop himself. The dominance of it all, the power, the sizzling tension between them… his mind was drunk on it.

Both men let out soft growls as the dark haired man adjusted himself between the fair one’s legs, finding slender calves at his back, strong equestrian thighs at his waist, porcelain heels digging into his lower spine. Vingalmo was pulling him closer.

“Mmph…”

Edward was the first to break their kiss, realising his dilemma.

“What? Stuck, are we?” Vingalmo teased in that infuriatingly gorgeous rasp, his legs only tightening, “Pity- Ah!”

He rammed himself against the taller vampire in protest, crushing him further into the table, knocking the wind right out of his lungs.

Still, he refused to let go. He was even laughing, now.

“You’re not going anywhere as long as I can keep you here, Eddie.”

Edward kissed him savagely,

“I hate you,” another toothy kiss, “I hate you so much, don’t you dare stop.”

They crashed to the floor, struggling with one another again, pupils blown as wide as the moon. Vingalmo was sat on him, now, legs still constricting his hips, forcing him to lay still. Unless…

Edward bucked his hips upwards, knocking Vingalmo off balance.

“Argh! Fool! Edward, I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” He snarled in response, gripping his wrists, either side of his fair head. “You’ll fuck me?” He added, more quietly.

“Have some class.” Vingalmo spat, leaning up to bite at Edward’s mouth, coming away with fresh blood.

Once more, they were locking fangs, nipping, biting, pulling, sucking. Vingalmo tore his hands free, gripping at Edward’s ribcage, almost screaming at the contact when their hips finally collided. The mer was writhing around in an ecstatic puddle, claws raking up and down scarlet rivers beneath Edward’s blouse.

Both men were dizzy with the heat and the heaviness of their breathing, the two vampires feeling the blood in their body rush south, engorging neglected organs, and then also up into their lips, swelling them, plumping them. The sensations in their mouths heightened, the blood only lubricating their fervent movements, teeth longing for the plunge, tongues sliding messily together as they devoured one another, their battle becoming an entirely new beast.

Each gasp, each groan, each blood-tinted moan resonated through the other like the reverberations of bowed strings in a well-loved cello. Vingalmo was beginning to taste of defeat.

Edward nipped his jaw, the corner of his mouth, then sucked ever so sweetly at the sensitive curve of his ear, and at that very moment, Vingalmo yielded.

“Oh, yes…” He sighed, “You insufferable thing, right there…”

Sweat now shimmered on his brow, his chest heaving, thighs beginning to clench.

His ear twitched to the side at the overwhelming sensation, eyes rolling back and flickering shut, lips finding Edward’s exposed collarbone.

“Keep going…”

Vingalmo whimpered softly, fangs pricking the surface of Edward’s marble skin, preparing for the inevitable penetration and the euphoria that would follow.

With a sharp exhale, he sank them in slowly, the warmth and rush of blood engulfing his teeth, making them tingle with pleasure, his lips throbbing with need as he suctioned them over the imperial’s collar.

For the first time in their encounter, the dark haired one moaned; a filthy, husky sound that set Vingalmo’s loins aflame with desire. He withdrew, moving up, sharing a look with the younger vampire before they both agreed to bite in unison, needing to share that high.

At the same time that Vingalmo plunged his fangs into Edward’s throat, he found his own being bitten. Their voices melted together in synchronised pleasure, the wound on Edward’s chest spilling blood between them in hot, sticky splatters.

They began to move, rutting against one another like stags in heat, coming away with bloodied velvet. Each snag of flesh under teeth, each pulse against the lips, every single fibre of material rubbing against their arousals only served to heighten their experience.

“Mm!” Vingalmo’s whimpers became needful whines, devolving into entirely debauched groans of lust, and Edward was no better, his inky black hair tipped onto the flagstone, mixing with the milky white of Vingalmo’s long tresses.

They held one another’s hips and rode their thighs until they could no more, mouths bursting away from their wounds with unified cries of euphoric bliss, the slip of blood between them setting their skin alight.

“I’m-!”

“Yes!”

“Vingalmo, I-!”

“Me too - Ah, That’s it!”

“Dear gods!”

“Oh!”

Vingalmo’s shout was muffled by Edward’s mouth suddenly, his head swimming with the sheer force of their newly forged blood-bond. It was crashing through their veins now, their bodies twitching and jerking in the exultant aftermath of their rapture.

…

The empty crypt was completely silent, the fog hanging heavily over them like a sort of blanket while they took a moment to return from oblivion.

Vingalmo fixed Edward with a piercing glare.

“We never speak of this. Ever.”

A breathless chuckle. Arguably, the best sex either of them had had to date, and fully clothed, nonetheless. Another quiet moment passed. Edward broke it, this time.

“… Again?”

Without hesitation, he received his response:

“Again.”

[suna-reversed]

HI CAN I REQUEST 58 61 AND 99 WITH SUKUNA🥺

Kitchen encounters with the King of Curses

SUKUNA X F!READER// fluff+ nsfw!!// 1.9k+

the 3 kitchen encounters that changed your relationship with Sukuna. 

#58 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 

 #61 “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

#99 “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” 

(Tags/Warnings- starts out with crack and fluff but MAJOR smut and filth at the end! Degradation, Oral (receiving), creampie, being bent over a table??)

A/N: you can either consider the reader to be in a poly relationship with both Yuji and Sukuna, or you can just take Yuji as your room-mate/friend. 

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“Oh my god stop it- what is wrong with you argh-”

“I will burn down this kitchen the next time you try to put such an atrocious thing near me again-”

You snorted in the corner, hands coming up to suppress your uncontrollable laughter. You never thought there would be a day you’d watch the mouth of your lover try to attack it’s own host (and your room-mate) after Yuji had promptly tried to pop in a piece of coffee jelly into the mouth on his palm. Noticing your presence, the curse spat a few bitter words at you too while Yuji pleaded for your help in the background,

“He said he was hungry!” Yuji exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I don’t think he did anything wrong then Sukuna, it’s not like you specified what you were hungry for...” You replied, tone laced with playfulness as you watched the mouth disappear from Yuji’s palm.

It was silent for a while, and you heard Yuji sigh with relief, but it was short-lived as the mouth once again reappeared on his neck, a smirk growing as it lowly said,

“Now that I think of it, I do know what I’m hungry for. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

The comment was enough to make heat crawl up your entire face, prompting Yuji to shoo away at the mouth with his hand (not a great idea because he did get bitten in the process). 

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“Where’s the milk?”

You yelped, almost dropping the said milk carton at the sudden intrusion of a deep voice that you didn’t think you would ever get used to. Turning around, you realised that it wasn’t just a mouth on some part of Yuji’s body that spoke, but the king of curses in flesh himself. Very much in flesh indeed as he walked around in just a pair of sweatpants. Concentrating hard on keeping your eyes above his chest, you asked,

“Must you get rid of the shirt every single time you shift?”

“Yes” he replied without missing a beat. You pretended to ignore the sharp-set pair of eyes that were darting down your bare legs.

“And why do you need milk ? I didn’t think you required food for sustenance...or even preferred it.”

“I need it to take a bath of course.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion as you contemplated if he was being serious.

He countered with a look of his own that made it seem like his request was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And perhaps..you can join me” He said while covering the distance between you both in two long strides

Your face flustered at his suggestive tone, a hand reaching down to tug at your over-sized shirt nervously. His eyes darkened as his eyes raked down your body once more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed a hand right beside your head on the kitchen shelf, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your neck,

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants , I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” he whispered.

You gasped, half intimidated- half excited as his other hand lightly trailed up your side. But then just as quickly, you felt the warmth of his bare skin leave as he took a few steps back away from you. Noticing the sudden emptiness in your hand, you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting a pair of mischievous ones , whose possessor now held the milk carton in one hand as he walked away whistling a tune you didn’t quite know.

---------nsfw below cut!----------

It would be an understatement to say that Yuji’s mission had been a train-wreck. The biggest flaw being that you, a civilian, not only got dragged into it, but were also gravely injured. The higher ups had only let him get away with it because despite being utterly beaten and ruined himself, he had still risked his life to make sure he carried you to safety. No one knew that it wasn’t actually Yuji, who had ended up succumbing to his injuries, but the malicious curse instead who had gently nosed at your hair, carrying you back home as he, in his words, “forbid you from leaving him alone in this ramshackled world.”

That was the last you had seen of him, Yuji being caught up in meetings with the higher ups as you stayed in the now protected apartment, still recovering. And now here you were, standing in the kitchen in a comfy pair of shorts and sweatshirt, waiting for your tea to heat up in the microwave.

“Well, well, what did I say about you not changing out of those shorts...” 

Your entire body stilled for a second at the voice that had become as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Turning around, your eyes met his, relieved that he was finally back. 

Sukuna seemed to be in a daze as you walked towards him, your arms encasing his torso as you buried your head into his chest. When you didn’t feel him embrace you back, you pulled away worriedly. You knew it wasn’t just the strain on Yuji’s body that made him seem tired, his eyes were sunken, almost hollowed out as he continued to stare into your face. Your hand reached up to caress his face as a way of asking if he was okay. That finally seemed to snap him back to reality as leaned further into your touch.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” He mumbled onto the skin of your palm, eyes moving up to meet yours.

Your heart swelled with joy at the raw tenderness in his words. Getting up on your tip-toes, you pressed your lips to his, hands moving to entangle in his hair. Small pecks turned into deep passionate kisses as your tongues clashed with each other. You lightly squealed as his arms wrapped around you, easily picking you up and putting you on the marble counter-top.

For once you were mad that he hadn’t ripped apart Yuji’s shirt as your hands slid under it to run your nails across his muscular abdomen. He got the message as he deftly pulled it over his head in one go, doing the same for your shirt and bra that were ripped off of you and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your shorts soon enough joining the pile.

Sukuna’s hands wandered and travelled all across the expanse of your body. Everywhere except for right where you wanted him. His mouth sucked hickeys onto the skin of your neck as his hands fondled your breasts, rolling around and pinching your sensitive nipples.

You cried out his name, a plea asking for more. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and the curse decided that it won’t be the last time he does so. His lips trailed down your body, making sure to leave a trail of evidence behind, teeth coming into the mix to leave a bite-mark every now and then. Looking up at you from between your thighs, he had never had a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat as he pulled apart your legs. You were literally spread out like a feast on the table, a feast that was all for him to enjoy.

“Plea-please- need you to touch me.”

“Patience, my love.”

He ran a digit around your sensitive nub, another finger dipping down to add some lubrication to his perverse ministrations. You swore you saw stars as he finally leaned forward, pulling your thighs over his shoulders as his tongue rolled out to lick a broad stripe across your folds. The moans of your pleasure mixed in with the slurping sounds of him licking away at your juices only seemed to spur him on further as his lips suctioned around your swollen clit, making you buck your hips into his face. One of his hands slid up to knead one of your tits as he continued to devour you. You suddenly felt a wet sensation across your nipple, looking down to see the mouth on his palm nibbling at your bud. The mouth on his palm pulled your nipple into its mouth at the same time that Sukuna’s tongue latched around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the hood making you scream out his name as your orgasm crashed through you.

Your chest was heaving, eyes still closed when he came up, teeth nibbling on the side of your jaw as his hand pushed away stray hair out of your face,

“You were so needy just a while ago. Already tired are we?” He asked in a playful mocking tone.

“Not in the-” You panted slightly, “...least bit.”

He looked up at you, hooded eyes filled with lust as he licked a stripe right across your jaw to your ear, before moving away, making you whine.

“So impatient...” He commented, clicking his tongue as he pulled you up, melding his lips with yours once more as your hands moved to explore the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“I want you bent over this counter. Now.” He growled out against your lips, barely moving back as you rushed to hop down and turn over, his hands already pushing your back down.

One of his hands reached to the front to rub your slick heat, the other pulling his thick member out of his briefs, a moan escaping your mouth as he lightly tapped it against the inside of your thigh.

“ah- fuck-” You moaned out loud as two of his fingers filled you up, but it wasn’t enough, “Sukuna- please- need you to inside me so bad” You choked on your words as you begged.

“Only since you asked so nicely.” was the response as the hand that was covered in your slick now moved up to wrap across your throat as Sukuna lined himself up with your folds. You threw your head back against his chest, gripping the edge of the table as he entered you.

“I’m not even halfway through and you’re already so stretched out...stuffed all full of my cock like the needy little slut you are huh?”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, hips jutting out towards him more as he filled you completely. Both of you moaned in unison as he started to move, hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You groaned in both pain and pleasure as a harsh slap came down onto your ass, followed by an arm lifting one of your legs up. His cock brushed against that one sensitive spot inside your walls at the new angle, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke as you came undone once again with a loud scream, his name like a plea on your lips. Sukuna found his own release soon enough, pulling out to spray the lower half of your back with his seed, making a mess everywhere.

You were in a post-sex daze as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Soon enough, you found yourself being lowered into a hot bath, another body joining you as arms wrapped around your figure, making you sigh and nuzzle into the familiar scent. You felt your eyes fall shut, a small smile still etched on your lips, unbeknown to the two pair of eyes on the curse’s face, filled with adoration, as they stared down at you. 

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The next morning, you sat on the same countertop you had been utterly ruined on top of last night, the eyes of your lover  (who had reluctantly carried you out from the comfort of your bed because you were hungry at 6 am and couldn’t walk by yourself) met yours as he pulled out the box of blueberries from the fridge.

“Maybe you’d like to give another chance to coffee jelly now-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’ll feed it to you if you want you kno-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against your own in a gentle kiss,

“I have something much more delicious right here already.”

[wolferine]

Jeff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: The reader brings home a pet Natasha isn’t happy about.

Warnings: Does fluff count?

Word Count: 1417

Request from anon: OOOH CAN I REQUEST READER TAKING HOME JEFF THE LAND SHARK AND NATASHA HAVING A HEART ATTACK???

AN: This is the cutest thing that has ever graced my inbox. Thank you for trusting me with this request. Enjoy. 🦈 

Natasha isn’t home yet when you wake up for your 6 a.m. run. Both of you had been sent to Hawaii to gather intelligence on a new branch of HYDRA operations. Natasha spent most of the nights working, while you were given tasks to be completed during daylight. While you were on opposite schedules, the both of you tried to make the most of your time on the beautiful island of Oahu.

You head down to the beach, enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing along the shore. There’s not too many people out at this hour and the sun rising over the horizon is beautiful. As you run, listening to your own heartbeat and heavy breathing, you suddenly notice a small lump lying on the sand ahead.

You slow down to approach it. It looks like a shark, no heavier than 30 pounds, with four stubby legs protruding from its body. The way it’s curled up reminds you of the way a dog sleeps. When you kneel to poke it, the shark suddenly bounces awake and launches itself at you.

“ARGH!” You fall onto your back as the shark lands on your chest, a long slimy tongue poking out of its mouth and licking your face. “Hey, what the—” The shark sits back, opening its mouth in a wide, goofy smile, revealing multiple rows of jagged teeth. “What are you?”

The shark pants and growls, rolling off of you onto the sand. You stand up and he circles your heels, sniffing your legs like a dog. His finned tail wags back and forth.

“Aw, you’re kind of cute. Do you want to come home with me?” you ask.

The shark looks up to you and nods.

“My girlfriend’s gonna love you. She’s always wanted a pet,” you tell him. “But I have to give you a name first.” You think for a moment. “How about Jeff? You look like a Jeff.”

Jeff throws you another one of his goofy smiles and races ahead. You laugh at the way his four legs waddle to carry his bulky body. You’ve never seen anything like him, but you love him already. 

He follows you all the way home, where you make yourself breakfast. You warm up a bowl of oatmeal with a sprinkle of protein powder and make a second bowl for Jeff. But when you place the bowl on the floor, he immediately turns his nose away from the oatmeal.

“It’s healthy!” you protest as he shakes his head. “Okay, fine. I guess you want something a little meatier?” You scrounge the cupboards until you find a few tins of canned salmon. You crank open two cans and dump them into a bowl for Jeff. He gobbles down every bite and licks his lips.

“Happy now? Okay, buddy. I have some work to do, but you’re free to roam the house. Let me go fill up the bathtub with some water for you. Although you seem to be doing fine on land.” Whatever species of shark Jeff is, he seems perfectly fine breathing oxygen.

You show him the bathroom and he sits by your side, watching as you fill the tub with water. He needs your help to hoist him into the tub, but sinks into the water, completely at ease, and closes his eyes.

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” You pat his top fin and hope that he understands what a living room is. He seems like an intelligent creature.

You turn on the television for some background noise and set your laptop on your legs. Less than half an hour later, Natasha opens the front door, dragging in her work bag.

“Good morning,” you say.

“Hi, baby.” She comes over to give you a quick kiss.

“Do you want me to make you breakfast?” you ask.

“No, I’m really tired. I think I’ll just shower and go to sleep,” she says, walking towards the bedroom.

“Okay.” You don’t even think twice, until you hear her scream.

“AIIEEEEEEE!”

“Jeff!” Your laptop drops to the floor as you scramble to get up and race into the bathroom. “Nat, don’t hurt Jeff!” you yell, skidding into the scene. Jeff has his front legs propped up on the edge of the tub, staring at Natasha with wide, curious eyes as she cowers against the wall.

“WHY IS THERE A SHARK IN THE BATHTUB?” Natasha screeches.

“His name is Jeff!” you say. “And he’s not really a shark, because he has legs, so—”

“WHY THERE IS A HALF-EVOLVED SHARK IN THE BATHTUB?”

“I found him on the beach when I went for my run this morning!” You scramble to calm Jeff from your terrified girlfriend, lifting him out of the bathtub. He settles into your arms with a grunt and rests his head on your shoulder. “Look how cute he is—”

Natasha has never been so angry and amused with you before. “We are not keeping him, Y/N—”

“Why not?” You’re certain Jeff can charm her the way he did to you. He looks at Natasha and smiles, but she is clearly not impressed. “You always said we could get a pet one day—”

“A SHARK IS NOT A PET!”

“Aw, come on, Nat! He looks like a shark, but he acts just like a dog!” Jeff nips at your arm and you put him down. He wobbles towards Natasha to sniff her legs and she presses herself against the wall.

“Absolutely not,” Natasha hisses. “He goes or you go.”

“What?” She’s never given you an ultimatum before, and you’re upset by her callousness. She hasn’t even taken the time to get to know Jeff! Hurt and angry, you scoop Jeff back up and march out of the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Natasha calls after you.

“We’re both going,” you say, leaving through the front door and walking down the street. Jeff senses your unhappiness and paws at your arm to be put down. He hops to the curb and sits, refusing to go any further. With a sigh, you crouch to sit next to him. Jeff rubs your knee with his head and you pet his back. He’s not furry or soft, his skin smooth and almost rubbery in texture.

“Sorry about all this, Jeff,” you apologize. “Nat’s not normally this mean. I think she’s just jealous because I found you first.”

Jeff licks your leg in solidarity.

“And don’t worry, I won’t give you up. You deserve a chance,” you say. Jeff butts your leg and smiles.

You sit there with Jeff for a while, stroking your new pet shark, when someone comes up behind the both of you.

“Y/N?” It’s Natasha.

“What?”

“Can you please come home?”

“You said it was me or Jeff, and I’m not leaving him.”

Natasha sighs and sits on your other side, steering clear of the shark. But Jeff isn’t fooled and climbs over your legs to sit on Natasha’s lap. He puts his front legs on her shoulders and licks her chin.

“Ew, okay, stop,” she says, giggling as she pushes his head away. Jeff curls up on her lap and sighs contentedly. “For real though, Y/N—what is this thing?”

“A land shark,” you say as if the answer was obvious. “But we can’t just leave him, or give him away to an animal shelter, Nat. Imagine what they would do to him.”

Natasha frowns at the little shark trying to sleep on her lap. “I know.”

“He’s just different. Like you and me.”

Natasha knows you won’t budge, but she wasn’t exactly ready to expand your family just yet. Maybe if the others on the team could help take care of him, she wouldn’t mind him too much. “I guess he would be a good mascot for the Avengers—”

“Yes, you’re the best!” You lean over to kiss her cheek. Jeff startles awake, sensing the change in mood and jumping back and forth from your laps. He tries licking Natasha’s face, but you grab his tail to stop him. “Excuse me, you can get your own girl,” you say and he growls playfully.

“He is pretty cute,” Natasha admits. “And I’ve only kept you around for the same reason, so what’s the difference?”

“Thanks, Nat!” You’re not even paying attention to her anymore. You jump to your feet as Jeff bounces around excitedly. “I’ll race you home, Jeff!”

“Don’t make me regret this,” Natasha mutters, following after you two.

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[felilly]

the mark(s).

pairing: leeknow x reader | best friend to lovers au, childhoodfriend!leeknow, neighbor!leeknow, nerd!leeknow

word count: 2.488 words

tw: nsfw content — humiliation, marking, thigh riding, pet names, breast playing, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (pls play safe dont do it), a lot of praising.

note: english is not my first language, this story might have some grammar errors.

"Argh I can't do it anymore!" you slam your head to the table and throw away the pen you held before. It's been 2 hours since you asked Minho to jump to your room from his window bedroom because you just remembered you have a quiz tomorrow. You're suck at math, hopeless even. So you decided to wake your childhood friend who is also your neighbor Minho to come teach you math.

Ruffling his hair, Minho threw his head to the sofa "I should be the one saying that! It's been 2 hours and you can't even solve 5 questions with the same formula. What the heck y/n!" Minho takes off his glasses, massages his knitted brows while you lay your head on the table with your hair covering your face.

"But it's so boring and you can't expect me to remember the whole formulas when I have no fun trying to learn it" You finally lift your head and now place it on the sofa. Minho is sitting on the sofa while you're on the floor, so your head is now positioned beside his thigh. You turn your head towards his direction and stare at his exposed thigh. It still surprises you whenever you see his thigh, because how can your nerd childhood friend have this thick and toned sexy thigh when all he does is study in his bedroom every night?

"So you're blaming me because my teaching method is boring?" Minho asked, surprising you from your thoughts and making you lift your head to meet his eyes.

"Yes"

"And you're saying you can learn easily if you have fun?"

"Correct"

"Then let's have some fun."

He straightens his back and pulls you into his lap from the back, resting his hands on your hips. "Minho what the fuck? P-put me down!" You squirm trying to get back to your spot before, but Minho's grip on your waist is too strong. He pulls you closer, making your back fall on his chest, then puts his lips close to your ear and whispers "I'm gonna give you a point for each correct answer and you can exchange every 10 marks for a special prize." Then proceed to nip your ear gently. You whine and suddenly feel weak as you questioned "a-and if I got it wrong.. W-what will you do?" You whimper as his one hand slowly travels from your hip to your inner thigh.

"If you got it wrong.." Minho gives it a gentle squeeze then suddenly, he slaps your ass with another hand harshly. You let out a surprised moan, almost screaming, but immediately put your hands together on your mouth to muffle your voice. "I will give you punishment for each wrong answer" You swear you could feel him smirking from his tone when he's answering you, and ofcourse you have to curse him inside your head for that.

"Now, now, kitten. How could you answer those questions without holding your pen?" Minho gently removes both your hands from your mouth and gives you the pen you threw earlier. "Oh and I hope you can lower your voice. Don't forget your parents are sleeping downstairs" He tells you while pushing your upper body towards the coffee table gently where your books and notes are scattered.

Here you are now, sitting on Minho's lap with your upper body on the coffee table not so far while doing some math problems, trying to get the correct answer. Not so comfortable.

You couldn't get the first three questions correct, so Minho makes you arch your back a little to make your ass lift up a bit and smack it three times. You feel aroused by the pain on your ass and the way he made you arch your back, making your clit rub against his bare thigh, but you try your best to concentrate and finish this humiliating study session asap.

After eight more slaps on your ass and another 55 minutes, you finally solved 10 math problems correctly. Your panties are drenched, your forehead is sweating, now you lay down your head and upper body helpless on the table. The sight Minho sees of you sitting on his laps with noticeable wet panties, messy hair, and sweat making his dick hardening. He smirks and then slowly lifts your upper body back on his chest.

"Good girl, you did very amazing y/n. I hope you remember everything I taught and do well tomorrow" Minho says gently while patting your head and parting the sticking hair on your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. "Now for your reward.." He slips down your spaghetti strap tank top, moves your hair into one side and you can feel his lips touching your skin.

"10 points for 10 correct answers."

Suddenly, Minho slammed his lips on your right neck and sucked it hard. You screamed because of the sudden contact and quickly put your hands on your mouth again to stop your own voice. Your scream slowly becomes a whimper, then a moan as Minho's hands travel your body everywhere and pull your top down to your stomach, exposing your bare chest.

Suddenly you hear a knock on your door.

"Y/n is everything okay?" Both you and Minho freeze when you hear your mother's voice calling you from the other side of the door. "I heard you scream. Did something happen?" You are slightly panicking because you don't want your mother to open the door only to see her daughter sitting on her childhood friend's lap with naked top.

Minho takes a look at your face and smirks "Go on, answer your mother before she comes in." He whispers in your ears

"Because I won't stop." He attacks your shoulder with another bite and sucks it. You hold another muffled moan and try to collect your voice "Y-yeah I'm okay. Just.. a-ah a little bit frustrated from studying!" You lied, trying your best to sound as normal as possible while Minho's hand kneading your left breast.

"Okay don't stay up too late." You heard your mom reply and walked away from your room.

Just when you're about to let out a sigh of relief, Minho abruptly pinches your nipple and gives you the third mark under your jaw. You gasp and unconsciously rock your hips against his thigh, making him clenches his thigh and help you rocking your hips. "Fuck.. Kitten you're drenching all over my thigh.." Minho growls, as a wet spot of your slick makes his thigh soaked. You moan as you feel your clit is satisfied by the contact with his thick thigh.

"Mi-Minho.. Ah- shit… Minho-" You whimper when he places the 4th mark on the back of your neck, paints it purple while kneading your breast and moving your hips with the other hand. "Shush.. Be a good girl and wait patiently for your prize. I haven't finished putting the remaining mark on you" Minho whispers as he slips his hands off your breast to your other hip. Your mind is clouded. All you could do now is only nod and moan louder as he picks up pace a bit more.

Your muffled moan and soaked pussy turn him on even more. He pulls your body even closer to his and leaves two more marks on your back. You could feel his boner on your ass and you automatically grind on that. "F-fuck" Minho hiss at the sensation. He flipped your body so now you are sitting on his lap facing him. He lost it when he see your erotic expression breathing hard, covering in sweat, with hickeys all over your neck. Without warning, he uses one hand to grab your ass harshly, pulling you closer and connecting his lips to yours. His kiss is like heaven, you feel like your head is light when he sucks on your lower lips and inserts his tongue to explore your mouth. His tongue teases yours before swirling it together and pushes inside your mouth even deeper.

You pull apart when you're out of breath, creating a saliva string between you two. But Minho didn't give you time to process and immediately put his lips on your collarbone to leave the 7th mark. He trailed a kiss from your collarbone to your nipple and sucked it like a baby. You throw your head back because of the sensation and run your fingers on his soft locks. Minho sucks the skin on each of your side boobs and leaves 2 other marks then back to swirl his tongue on your other nipple. With his mouth sucking your niple, one hand groping your ass and the other kneading your breast, you feel overwhelmed and grip his hair even tighter.

"M-Minho.. Please..!" You whine with teary eyes and grind your clit on his hard on. He growls when your pussy grinds his boner and your pretty voice begging for him. He puts his last mark on your throat, sucking it harshly. His mouth and hands slip off you and push you away to take a better look at your body.

You have purple marks all over your body. He places it on your neck, throat, shoulders, back, under your jaw, collarbone, and breast. It's everywhere. He admires you like you're one of his canvas filled with his artwork. He pulls you back closer to his body, his erection brushed against your clothed pussy as he kissed you again. His hands squeezed your ass, earning a whimper from you. He barely gave you a chance to breathe.

He carries you to your bed with lips still connecting to yours then puts you gently on the bed, his body hovering over you. "My pretty kitten has been a really good girl.. I think it's time to reward her now, right?" Minho whispers sensually next to your ear, his one hand dangerously close to your throbbing pussy. You nod and moan louder when he slides a finger to draw a line on your wet slick. "Yes… F-ahh.. fuckㅡ Yes Minho p-please.." You moan, lingering your hands around his neck to pull him closer.

"Tell me what you want princess and that will be your prize for being such a good girl today." Minho praises you while traveling a kiss from your ear to your neck.

"Y-you.. I want you Minho" you whine softly, pressing his head on your neck to feel him harder.

Minho chuckled darkly "But dont you already have me here? Tell me what you want me to do." He rolled his tongue on your nipple making you arch your back.

"I.. Ahㅡ I want you to f-fuck me! P-please.. Bury your dick deep inside me and make me feel good..!" You moan and look at him with teary eyes full of lust. At that moment, something inside him snapped.

His hands pulled your pajama shorts and panties in one move, he threw the fabric carelessly, revealing your wet glistening pussy. Minho groans at the sight, he then runs a hand on your thigh while sucking on your thigh skin. He peels off his t-shirt and shorts, throws it somewhere in your room, revealing his toned body and his hard on dick leaked with precum and angry red tip. Your face turns red when you see what he's been hiding all this time behind his nerdy look. He can't help but chuckle at your cute expression. He positioned himself back to you. His chest pressed against yours as he pushed you down on the mattress.

Minho gave you a peck on your lips before positioning his dick on your entrance. "You ready?" he asked. You put your arms back around his neck again and nod, whimpering a small yes. He slowly enters your throbbing pussy as you clench at his size, earning a growl from him. "Y/n.. S-stop clenching- fuck.." Minho tries to push even deeper, searching for your deepest part. "S-shit sorry.. I ahㅡ I can't, y-you're too.. big…" You can't help but dig your nails on his back, leaving some crescent moon that will not fade till tomorrow. You can feel his dick fill you perfectly. He lets you adjust him for a moment before pulling his dick out slightly before pushing in again. You moan his name like a prayer, pulling his body closer till there is not even a tiny space left between you two. His thrust becomes even harder, Minho's hand sneaks to your hips, holding them in a bruising grip as he pin you down and pound you hard on his dick, his hips move faster to ram your tiny hole with incredible speed.

"M-Minho!" you gasped "F-feels good.. ah fuck-!"

You moan when his thumb comes in contact with your clit, gently rubbing the sensitive button. Pleasure built in you like you're in euphoria. He fucked you like you're the most precious, beautiful, ethereal person in this world. With his last thrust, you cried out his name, burying your face in his neck as your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, making your whole body shaking in pleasure. Your pussy clamped down around Minho's dick, you let your juice flow out around him with every pulse of pleasure that slammed into you.

"Fuck.. So good baby, you feel so good for me" Minho grunted, thrusting up into you a few more times before he found his own release, moaning your name as his cum shot up into you and filled you inside.

He plopped down his body on you, dick still connecting with you slowly softening. He lifts his body a bit and brushes some hair sticking on your face. Minho patted your head a few times until he saw you breathing more calmly, then pulled his dick out slowly making you flinch because of the overstimulation.

"Never thought I could finally fuck my childhood crush." Minho said, making you look at him. "Wait, you had a crush on me?" You asked him, can't believe what you just heard. "Still do. I would refuse you for ruining my beauty sleep if I didn't"

You give him an unbelievable look, then smile and close the distance between you two and kiss him on the lips. "Idiot. You should have tell me sooner so we could fuck sooner too." You giggle.

Minho looks at you and blink his eyes a few times, confused. He then chuckled and patted your head "Oh well, we're a couple now. We can fuck anytime you want." He said hugging you tight.

"You did great today, I hope you still remember the things I taught you after I fucked your brain out" Minho smirks while playing with your hair.

You punch him playfully "Thanks for today, asshole" You mumble, hiding your happy smile.

"Thanks for the lesson? Or thanks for the good fuck?" He teases you, making you push his body off you and fall from the bed.

"You're so annoying!"

[colossal-fallout]

Hi, it's Reri! :D I'm once again asking for smut (what else?). I was wondering if you can write something that involves Reiner x Female Reader. I would like them to have that kind of feral moment, you know, probably Reiner literally RIPPING OFF THE SHIRT of the poor reader and smashing her like mashed potatoes and maybe leaving some marks on her body. Fic? HCs? The choice is yours. <3 Pretty please! Thank you so much for your time!!

Hello beautiful 😘

I am more than happy to give you some Reiner Smut. He's just... On another level 🥵🥵 hope you enjoy.

Feral sex with Reiner Braun h/c's

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Female bodied reader X Reiner Big balls Braun

Impreg kink.

So, you've gotten yourself in a bit of a sticky situation with Reiner Braun. (Lucky you). He's beyond just horny. Every primal binding within his DNA is screaming to fuck and impregnate you - right now.

No other person would do. It's you and your scent. Your skin. Your insides he needs to devour. Like a starving great white that has just caught a whiff of blood, his pupils dilate and his mouth starts to salivate. Not to mention his soaring heart rate and temperature starting to produce small beads of sweat on his head.

Towering over you, he corners his pray his lips colliding with yours with a loud groan. Large calloused hands grope and grasp frantically, ripping off your shirt with one easy movement. Buttons fly around the room, bouncing off the floor with loud patters. His instincts are to clasp his eyes shut in desperation - but he keeps his now dark orbs open, wanting to see every tiny detail on his woman.

You're so overwhelmed but in the most wonderful way. Your senses are assaulted and invaded over and over again. His lips, his teeth, his hands, his throbbing errection, fit to burst, pressing against you.

Before you know it you're naked and thrown onto the bed with a low growl, his body pressing against yours before you even stop bouncing.

His solid chest and abs ridge along you as he slithers his body up and down - unable to keep himself still for too long, needing every single little stimulation from you possible.

He's panting heavily, hands running over every inch of your skin, desperate groans in your ear as he begins to gruffly verbalise his need for you.

"I need you."

"I'm going to fuck you into the next world."

"Babe... My dick is aching for you."

His body is usually warm, but right now you could almost see steam rising from his flesh, rolls of heat from his inferno of desire swirling deep within him.

His mouth clasps around your clit not starting slow like he usually does. His flicks are fast immediately and urgently as his large two fingers push into you, groaning into your cunt at your smell and taste.

He needs to open you up and get you going before he could possibly fit his king cock inside of you.

He sloppily yet amazingly made out with your quivering pussy, the slicking sounds of his wet mouth like music to your ears.

His fingers curl in you and begin to roughly rock, instantly sending shooting stars across your vision.

"Do my fingers feel good inside your tight pussy, baby?"

"Let daddy know he's doing a good job."

Daddy?!

He didn't usually refer to himself as that, but he was so clouded with intense lust and passion, anything could slur out of his mouth at this point.

"You going to make me a dad?" He reiterated noticing your small flicker of confusion.

You nod, biting your lip.

He moans deeply at your answer, returning his mouth to your external G spot, lapping like a wolf who hadn't drank in days.

He recognises the familiar pattern of your internal clenching, knowing you were going to orgasm soon.

"Shit..." He hisses in an admiring daze.

He doesn't let up once as you reach the heavens, pushing you into over stimulation territory.

Pulling himself away, he returns to kissing your mouth, tasting your sweet cum on his warm tongue.

He's so fired up at this point, the front of his hair is starting to stick to his forehead with his sweat.

His teeth clamp down harshly on your neck, sucking and marking as he lines himself up to your core, his large head forcing its way into your small entrance.

He pushes and pushes, it slowly but surely worming its way inside of you. The stretching sensation too good to bear.

"Good girl. You can take it. You're doing so well..." He encourages you, already sweetly frustrated he can't just pound into you as his primal urges command him to.

Your back arches, your nails dig into whatever surface is available - sheets or your lovers broad shoulders.

He's still slowly pushing, when it finally passed the threshold and slides all the way into you, a loud groan vibrating his chest.

He clasps your wrists together in one large hand as he sits up, pushing your thighs up with the other as if forbidding you to escape. (Like you'd want to)

He pounds into you, his balls slapping off your ass, his hips rolling again and again, over and over, his abs moving under his skin as he did so.

His groans are so fucking loud right now. Like... Omg.

"Gonna fill you to the brim, baby."

"Gonna make sure you... Argh fuck... You can't walk after this."

"You're gonna be so full of my cum."

He releases his grip on your wrist before opening your legs wide and leaning over you, dipping his cock so deeply into you, you thought you could feel it in your throat.

You've never heard him make such primal noises before. You fucking love it though.

He suddenly flips you onto your stomach, your ass in the air as he pushes himself back in, your eyes rolling as his huge hand pushes on your back, ensuring you stay down so he can be as deep inside you as possible.

"You're gonna be so full it's gonna be leaking from your mouth."

He's almost delirious at this point - his balls tightening and ready to unload everything into you.

"I'll split you in half with this cock you love so much."

You cry out loud as your insides pull him deeper, absorbing him into your orgasm.

The only way I can describe the noise he makes when he cums is like a very loud "NNNRRRRRR!" growl through his teeth.

His eyes roll and his knees almost buckle as he empties himself deep in your core, your orgasm sucking up all of his hot mess into your cervix.

"y/n ! Shit! Oh my god..."

Let's just say, when Reiner is in his rare Dom feral mode (he's usually a softer Dom or a slight sub) it's one hell of a ride. And it won't be just the one round either.

I am in love with this wonderful human 💞

[one-boring-person]

Requested by: @80s4life

I hope you like this!😊💛

What I Did To You.

Snake Plissken (Escape From New York/LA) x reader

Warnings: violence, injury, swearing, gun use

Masterlist

I have my gun levelled at his head before I've even closed the door properly, my face drawn into a fierce scowl, eyes blazing with anger. Every muscle in my body goes tense, my hand unwavering as I hold the weapon up, my leg throbbing in memory pain. Across from me, the intruder remains stood silently, his eye fixed on mine, his own hand still resting at his hip, ready to draw his pistol at any point.

"Hello to you, too." He greets me in the quiet way he always used to, his lips barely moving.

Frown deepening, I push the door behind me closed without looking at it, keeping my gun aimed at his head as I look him over. Not for the first time, he's covered in a light layer of grime, his brown leather jacket darkened in places by the dirt and lightened in others by the fraying, his boots caked in dust from the wasteland outside. His golden mane of hair is slightly dulled from exposure to the unforgiving sun outside and falls into his eyepatch, flicked out of the way every so often by a jerk of the head. A shadow of a stubble covers his chin, as it always has, disguising a few new scars I've not seen before...as well as one I know very well. Other than that, Snake Plissken has not changed at all.

My eyes narrow, grip on the gun tightening.

"Leave." Is all I say, shifting my weight onto my other foot.

"You used to have such nice manners." Snake's lip curls, the soldier taking a step towards me.

Instantly, I flick my thumb over the flintlock.

"Leave." I repeat, pulling the hammer down as the gun makes a dull clicking sound.

"No." He moves closer, standing so the gun is inches from his chest.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here." I growl, oh so tempted to pull the trigger, "I don't know why you don't keep your distance."

A cruel smirk creeps onto his lips, eye narrowing as his head tilts to the side.

"Trust me, I didn't want to come here, either." He reassures me, "But I have no choice."

"I'm giving you a choice. Leave, or I'll introduce some lead into your diet." I retort, ignoring the burn in my arm from holding it outstretched. At this point, it's the only thing keeping us separated.

"I'll pass on both." Snake snorts, shooting a dismissive glance at the handgun pointed at his throat - now that he's standing closer, my aim only really comes up to his chest and neck, "Put the gun away."

I nearly laugh at him then, another surge of anger going through me.

"You're in no position to order me around. Not anymore." I practically snarl at him, keeping the gun where it is.

"Suit yourself. I came to ask for your help, the least you could do is be civil." He replies coldly, glaring at me now.

Again, the urge to laugh in his face goes through me.

"You came here to ask for my help?" I repeat, cocking my head in disbelief at the sheer balls of the man, "You really need to leave before I pull this trigger."

"(Y/n), we both know if you wanted me dead, I'd be bleeding out on the floor already." He points out, unimpressed.

"Maybe I'm waiting for an apology first."

This seems to catch him off guard.

"An apology?" He repeats, frowning in confusion, "For what?"

It takes all I have not to lunge at him and throttle the handsome bastard's neck in my hands, my leg flaring up in pain at the reminder.

"You know damn well what for." I growl at him, shifting off of my leg again, rubbing at it unconsciously.

Snake's eyes follow my movement, realisation dawning on him.

"I already apologised for that." He says quietly, clearly remembering back to the time I'm referring to.

It still plagues me, that one last operation we'd had to do together. Three years ago, back when we were still working together on jobs, good at what we did, the perfect partnership...except for Snake's tendency to protect his ego. It had been horrible that night, rain pelting the ground as we moved on the abandoned construction site, mud slicking our boots and trousers, foggy air making it impossible to see anywhere. I had told Snake we shouldn't go that day,  that it would be better to wait until another, clearer night, but he insisted on the raid. He'd told me that he'd "been in worse" and that this was nothing, so we took our guns, knives and other equipment, and headed out into the wastelands to deal with the threat.

At first, everything had been fine: we'd managed to get in with no problem, creeping around the perimeter, taking out guards as we went, bodies sodden and filthy now, freezing under our light jackets. It was only as we moved to go further into the site that disaster had struck. Suddenly, gunfire was tearing into the ground inches away from us, driving us back behind an old container box, flashes of light appearing in the milky fog around us, our vision obscured by the sheeting rain, the mud making it hard to retreat. We later found out we'd been ratted out to the terrorists occupying the site, and they'd set up a trap for us, hounding us from the place with rifles spewing bullets at us the entire way. We had been close to escaping.

Then I slipped on a landmine.

All of a sudden, I was flying forwards through the air, agony erupting in my left leg as the flash of light and flames exploded behind me, my body crashing to the floor seconds later. Winded and incapable of moving thanks to the pain lancing through me from my leg, I had screamed out to Snake, hoping for him to return to me, the smell of burning flesh soon flooding my nostrils as my foot caught in the blaze. Howling in agony, I had tried to pull myself out, my fingers scrabbling at the slick mud in desperation, only for the pain to become too overbearing. I had looked for Snake, only to see the back of his head disappearing towards our getaway vehicle, paying no mind to me. It was then that I blacked out, my heart drowning in betrayal and hurt.

For a week or so, I'd been held captive by the terrorists, tortured sometimes, my wounds left to fester, bones shattered and out of place, burns turning ugly over the time. Eventually, another team had been sent in to rescue me, the group getting me out before it got too far. Taken to a hospital, it took me weeks to recover, every muscle and bone in my left leg needing to be reformed almost completely, surgeries being done near-daily to realign them all, the skin basically unsalvageable. I'd had four different skin grafts from various parts of my body, only to leave the limb looking twisted and mangled, basically useless to me until I was encouraged to learn how to use it again. That entailed another half a year of time spent working on getting it to full use again, and even now I can't go nearly as far as I used to. Every so often, the leg throbs, memory pain still hounding me since the day I got the wounds themselves, but I suppose I got off lucky: the surgeons hadn't expected me to make it through.

All of that because of Snake's ego.

His apology? A note sent to me whilst I was unconscious in the hospital.

"You and I have a very idea of what an apology is. Especially for something that kept me bedridden for months." I bite out, heart aching now at the memory, "Especially for someone who left me to die."

Snake purses his lips, swallowing tightly.

"I thought you did die." He says, much quieter now, eye roaming my body guiltily.

"You heard my screams. There's no way you didn't." I reply harshly, reminded again of the raw-throated shrieks for help.

He winces, looking down at his feet now, his fists clenched at his sides.

"I didn't think you'd make it. If I went back, I wouldn't have gotten out." He murmurs, sounding somewhat saddened by what he's saying.

"You wanna know how long it took those fuckers to get to me? Fifteen minutes. Fifteen! There was more than enough time!" I spit at him, face twisted in anger.

Once again, he winces at my words, only now realising the extent of what he did.

"And even when you knew I was alive, when I was in hospital, you couldn't even be asked to come and apologise in person. You sent a damn note." I shake my head, looking at him in disgust, "You're a coward. A spineless coward. Why didn't you at least show your face? Why? Why did you leave me to face the pain on my own?"

"Because I couldn't face it! I couldn't face seeing you there, lying in a hospital bed, all doped up, cut-up and bruised because of me! I couldn't face seeing you nearly crippled because of my stupid fucking pride!" Snake finally snaps, voice strained as his eye returns to my face, pain clouding the blue depth, "I thought I got you killed, (Y/n)! I could barely live with myself because of it!"

"Then why wait until now to find me? Why not come sooner?" I question, voice tense.

"I didn't think I'd be able to face you so angry and upset. I cared - care - so much about you, (Y/n), you have no idea how hard this is for me. I've lived with this guilt for so long." He fumbles for words, unable to voice his feelings as he always has been.

"How hard this is for you? Do you have any- argh!" I cut off in pain. As I was speaking, I'd stepped forwards, my leg sending a shock of agony through me as I'd done so, making me stumble forwards.

Snake moves closer, catching me before I can connect with the floor, his arms secure around me as my hands come to rest on his muscular chest. Blushing at the proximity, I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, pushing off of him to sit on a nearby chair, dropping the gun to the floor. Stretching out the affected leg, I sigh in frustration, the anger residing into the same loneliness I've always felt since I got the wounds that have left me like this.

Snake watches me silently, expression pained as he finally speaks.

"Can I...can I see? Please, I want to know what I did to you."

Surprised, I give him a sceptical look, before I hesitantly start to pull my trousers down over my legs. His eye widens at the sight of the limb, lips parting slightly.

Gnarled scar tissue crawls up my leg, discoloured and tight, appearing somewhat ghostly in the light of the room. Snake stares at it in horror, grief swiftly clouding his eye now as he falls to his knees in front of me, hands lifting to hover over it. He flicks his eye up to me, asking for permission, to which I nod, gasping as he removes his gloves and gently places his hands on the sensitive skin, a shiver going up my spine. Ever so carefully, Snake runs his palms over the scars, feeling them over with hesitant fingers, his expression becoming more and more open.

After a while, he looks up, pained eye meeting mine.

"God, (Y/n), I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry..." He grasps my hips, pushing his head into my abdomen as he wraps me into an awkward embrace, murmuring apologies over and over. Shocked, I hesitantly place my hands on his head, threading my fingers through his soft hair. An old tenderness springs into life within me, reminding me of why I used to stay with him, and what his riendship used to mean to me. Over the years, I had tried to forget it, but it's impossible - as he holds me close now, I realise I've missed him more than I'd ever let myself admit.

Snake pulls away after a few more minutes, caressing my hip as he looks up at me, thoughtful now.

"What job was it you needed help with?" I ask him quietly, twisting a strand of his hair between my fingers, "I'll work with you, if you drop the ego act."

He looks surprised and glad, a smallsile pulling at his lips.

"Of course." He promises, looking away again bashfully, "I only kept it up to impress you."

I blink in surprise.

"To impress me?" I repeat dumbly.

"Yeah, I, err, I've always felt the need to. Wanted to impress you so you'd consider going out with me." He admits, blushing furiously.

I blink again, head tilting in curiosity.

"Wait, what?"

"I always wanted to go out with you. Always." He chuckles, swallowing, "I've always loved you."

"You...you love me?!"

"Yeah, I do." Snake nods, biting his lip.

"Wow..." My voice trails off in surprise, unable to compute what he's saying, "I wish you'd told me sooner."

He frowns.

"What do you mean?"

I smile sheepishly at him.

"I've always had a thing for you, too. I just never thought you even liked me full stop."

"Really?!" He looks astonished.

"Yeah, really."

He's quiet for a moment, until a cunning smirk crosses his lips.

"In that case..." Snake leans up and connects our lips, kissing me softly but passionately.

A quiet moan escapes me, my lips moving instinctively against his, kissing him back in relief. His lips are chapped, but I can't find it in me to care as I pull his head closer to me, smiling as he pulls my body into him, his chest pressed firmly against my abdomen. In his arms, I can feel the pain of the last few years starting to slip away, still hooked deeply into me but starting to lessen, my eyes falling closed with the movement of his lips.

He finally pulls away, a content smile on his face, eye taking my expression in.

"So what's this job?" I breathe out, stroking his hair.

He grins lazily.

"Ever thought about going to LA?"

[kindaangelic]

The Ghost of Wayne Manor

For the first time in years, Jason Todd walked into Wayne Manor, his erstwhile home.

Well. Snuck in.

Launching himself through a window that he had jimmied open, Jason landed softly on his toes, like a cat. Through the eyeholes of his helmet, he took in the sight of what was once his bedroom.l, his sanctum sanctorum-

Wait.

This wasn't his room.

Jason looked around at his surroundings, taking note of the rumpled bedspread (disgraceful), the boxers on the bed (Jason was a briefs man), and the plushie elephant on the pillow.

Oh no. He was in Dick's bedroom.

Through his panic, Jason heard the shower in the attached bathroom turn off, and the sound of Dick's singing grow clearer. Suddenly, he was out, only a tiny fluffy towel around his bum to hide his modesty.

Jason might have thrown up a little bit at the sight of mostly-naked bro, but Dick had spotted him and was screaming.

Jason legged it out of the room, even as Dick screamed “Intruder!”

Jason stumbled out only as far as the hallway before the lights all went out. Damn, someone had activated a security protocol. He was locked in.

Jason sprinted down the hallway, losing himself in the maze that was Wayne Manor. Just when he thought that he was safe, Jason saw a pale, otherworldly figure fluttering in the distance. It was slim and short, perhaps a Victorian era child, judging from the billowing white chemise it was wearing.

Please don't be an ancient Wayne ghost, Jason thought, as the figure fixed him with its pale, owlish eyes. Okay, definitely ghost, but maybe it was nice-

“Heck!” Jason cried, as the ghost raised its hands, and summoned whip like tendrils from the walls, which lashed out at Jason. Dodging expertly, Jason ran backwards, losing himself again.

Just when he thought that he had escaped the spectre, Jason startled to see it again, this time with blood dripping sluggishly down it's overlong white shirt. Once again, the spectre raised its hand, and this time, a gas filled the hallway, rendering Jason's limbs useless and leaden by his side.

As Jason felt his consciousness dimming, he saw the ghost drawing closer and closer, while strange tendrils wrapped around Jason from behind, holding him down-

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When Jason awoke, it was in the medway in the Batcave, and to the extremely unpleasant sight of a still mostly naked Dick sighing next to him, the only difference being that he now had a towel wrapped around his wet hair.

“Oh, little wing,” Dick sighed, “why do you always have to do things the hard way? Why didn't you use use the door?”

Jason scuttled back from Dick, whose wet, glistening body was inching closer for a hug. He was not about to become part of the fanfics that Roy so enjoyed.

“Dick you boob, put on some clothes,” he growled.

“Yes, Dick, put on some clothes,” Bruce's voice came.

Jason looked up at Bruce, who.was standing on his other side, looking a strange mix of bemused and upset. “Jason-”

“Stop,” Jason growled, skittering the other way, and consequently closer to Dick. Ah well, at least he was the lesser evil. “Don't you dare try to play nice with- ARGH!” Jason stopped mid-sentence, pointing at the pale apparition that had appeared at the end of his sickbed, and clung to Dick's moist shoulders.

Dick looked over and frowned. “Timmy, why are you wearing Bruce's shirt?”

Jason stared at the spectre, which shrugged. “Laundry day.”

“What is that thing!” Jason demanded, pointing.

“Don't be rude, Jason,” Bruce chastised. “This is Tim. Tim, who is for some reason wearing my dress shirt and has dropped pizza sauce onto it.”

“Can't stop, won't stop,” Tim said, brandishing a floppy slice of pizza from.behind his back and biting into it.

“Wait, this is Tim?” Jason asked. “This is my replacement?”

“Don't say that, Jason,” Bruce said, sounding pained. “Nothing would ever replace you in my heart. You're my son, just like Dick, and now Tim. I love you, lad, no matter what.”

Jason chose to ignore his feelings in favour of staring at Tim, who was chewing placidly. He was meant to kill this wisp of a twink-

“Ow,” Jason grumbled, rubbing his leg. He looked at the wound that the weird tendrils from the wall had given him.

“Ah, you stumbled upon Timmy's state of the art home security system,” Tim said, noting Jason's wounds. “You like?”

“No I don't like,” Jason barked at an unfazed Tim, “You assaulted me, you Victorian ghost child!”

“Timmy's not a ghost, Jay” Dick said. “Are you sure that the knockout gas isn't messing with you?”

“That, or it was the hentai monster that grabbed me as I fell,” Jason grumbled.

“That was me, Jay,” Dick said, sounding hurt.

“Oh,” Jason said, and registed the touch of tendrils in his hair. “Hentai tentacles!” Jason shrieked, and batted the tentacles away, spinning around.

“Those were my fingers, Jason,” Bruce rumbled, and Jason thought that perhaps he ought to stop reading Roy's fanfics before bedtime.

“Tee hee,” Tim giggled sinisterly.

Bruce glared at his eldest and youngest. “Dick, let go of Jason and wear some clothes, please. Tim, take off my clothes and wear something else.”

When the boys had slunk off, Bruce looked dubiously at Jason. “Jason-”

“Hurl.”

Bruce frowned, but continued. “-I don't know why you broke in, but you should know that one one not normally invade their own home. You can just walk in, lad. It'll save you from seeing Dick in the nude again.”

Jason shuddered. Would he ever be whole again? Perhaps never. At least Roy would have more fodder for his ao3 account.

“Whatever,” Jason grumbled in response. Bruce stared at Jason for a second before bending down and pressing a kiss to his hair. Super duper gross, Jason thought, cringing.

“You should sleep,” Bruce suggested, throwing the blanket over Jason, “Tim's new knockout gas formulation is fast acting, but also long lasting. There'll be some dizziness.”

Jason felt sleep come over him again, and distantly noted Brice sitting down beside him, and Dick and Tim slipping back in, the eels.

As he slipped into dreamland, Jason could not help but feel at peace with his place in the world, in his family.

[crystalrose555]

Slap me, I dare you! pt.7

“Ugh, could someone just end me please, drop a dictionary on me or something.” Marley groaned as she flopped on the table.

“No need to be overly dramatic, Marley. Just be a bit more patient. And you should probably be a bit quieter, we are in RAD’s library.” Simeon replied as he flipped through his book.

“Patient? Simeon, it’s been three days and I’m still four inches tall. This is driving me crazy. On top of that, I swear I can feel the gloom and doom coming from the Seven Lords from here.”

“Well, I did say I would message Lucifer on your behalf. I still can if you want to.”

Marley got up to her feet and skated toward the towering angel on an icy trail. Simeon closed his book to give the minuscule woman his attention. From there, Marley grabbed a piece of paper which she promptly folded and propped up like a makeshift tent.

“Yeah, I’m not ready to deal with that can of worms yet. Especially when I’m only this tall, it kind of puts me at a disadvantage.”

“Alright, but you can’t avoid them forever.”

“Oh, I can try.” Marley answered as she flopped to the ground causing her floral ball gown to puff up as she tried to get the dress under control.

Simeon held back a laugh as he offered a finger to help press the air out of the excessive underskirt.

“Argh, why!? I thought I was done with this crap! I want normal clothes again!” She screamed as she tried to remove the gown entirely.

Simeon shook his head with a sigh as Marley tried to pull the dress over her head. Upon opening his eyes, Simeon felt his cheeks warm up as he saw part of Marley’s backside peeking out from between the layers. Instinctively, Simeon grabbed the back of her dress and pulled it back down.

“Hey, what the hell, Simeon!?”

“You shouldn’t get undressed in the middle of the library, Marley.” Marley growled at the angel only to snort and give up her attempt to destroy the only means of covering herself.

“Hmm...”

“What?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to have such a big birthmark on your lower back.” He commented.

Marley folded her arms and snorted once more in a tired fashion.

“It’s not a birthmark, it’s a tattoo. I’m just too small for you to see it.” She explained.

“Oh, does it have any special meaning to you? I heard people in the human realm get them for many different reasons.”

Marley’s shoulders sunken as she sheepishly looked away.

“Yeah, I was drunk with my best friend when I got it. One night we were wasted, the next day, I found out I got a tattoo and a nasty hangover. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sleep this whole situation off like a bad hangover.” She claimed as she crawled into her tent.

Simeon couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the indifferent selkie turn away from him and drift to sleep. Shaking his head, the angel carefully got up from the table to grab a different book.

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“And that concludes today’s council meeting. If there are no further questions, everyone’s dismissed.” Lucifer claimed as he straightened his papers into a file.

He watched as his brothers groaned and mumbled amongst themselves while heading toward the doors to the hallway. Lucifer held his temples and took a deep breath, it’s been three days and there was still no sign of Marley. He could only torture his brothers so much and his patience was on thin ice. He wanted to find her just to know that she was safe and once he found her safe and sound, he wished to punish her accordingly. However, his thoughts were interrupted by Lord Diavolo who approached him.

“Ah, Lord Diavolo, how can I help you?”

Diavolo cleared his throat a little before lowering his voice, keeping his concern private.

“I was wondering how Marley has been doing since her return to Devildom.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened a bit upon hearing his lord’s inquiry. He couldn’t lie to Diavolo as much as he didn’t want to tell him what had happened to the precious exchange student.

“She has made great strides in her studies but it’s currently hard to get in contact with her.” Lucifer vaguely answered.

“Ah, I see, I was hoping to finally have some time to see her again. Not to mention I have yet to give her my number.”

“Not to worry, once I find her, I will let her know.” Lucifer answered with a smile.

Diavolo, oblivious to the double meaning, gave a soft nod before exiting the room with Barbatos following close behind. Once he was out of sight, Lucifer rushed out of the room and hurried down the hallway where he could see his brothers in the distance. Caught up to Levi and Asmo, Lucifer grabbed both of them by their collars which made them jump.

“Lucifer, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to be so rough~” Asmo suggested coyly.

“I’m in no mood, Asmodeus. Have either of you found her yet?”

Levi tried to shake himself loose from his brother’s iron grip.

“N-No, but she has to turn up eventually, right? Marley’s a survivalist after all.” Levi offered with a shaky smile.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed to the point that Levi could feel a hole being drilled into his head.

“Survivalist or not, I want her found sooner rather than later.” He answered coldly before roughly releasing his brothers from his grip.

Asmo and Levi watched Lucifer briskly walk down the corridor and around the corner before giving a collective sigh.

“How come I’m getting the rough treatment? I didn’t lose her.” Asmo pouted.

Levi just looked at his prissy brother as he rubbed the back of his neck gingerly. While he was upset with Asmo’s insensitivity, deep down he knew he was at fault and the thought of anything happening to Marley had been dragging him down and running him ragged. Asmo’s eyes glimmered for a moment as he noticed his brother turning away from him.

“Levi, you know I didn’t mean anything by that, right?”

“I know but I don’t need you rubbing it in. Marley is lost in Devildom because of me and Beel. And the fact that we haven’t found her yet is destroying me. I haven’t felt this bad since I played Devil’s Labyrinth 4 on Brutal difficulty for twenty-six hours straight.”

Asmo gently patted Levi’s shoulder.

“Think of the bright side, Beel didn't smell any of her blood and Satan checked all of his cats and didn’t find her.”

“Great, that just means something else ate her in one bite.” Levi frowned.

Suddenly, Levi’s D.D.D. vibrated in his pocket aggressively as Asmo’s chimed in his. Pulling out their phones, both brothers entered the group chat and read the posted message with wide eyes that only grew wider as the meaning sunk in. A simple message that stated, “I found her.”

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Marley wiggled her nose as she tried to curl up in a tighter ball. Little did she know, she was surrounded by demons who were holding back their various emotions. There she was, sleeping on a table in the library, encircled by Satan, Beelzebub and Belphie. By the time Asmo and Levi came into the library, the trio had already pulled their phones out and was taking pictures. Levi’s knees grew weak as he approached the table, feeling all sorts of relief seeing his Henry was safe and knowing that he wouldn’t have to withstand any more punishment from Lucifer. Suddenly, his legs gave out as he squatted next to the table, his eyes locked with Marley’s sleeping form.

“...H-How?” He barely managed out.

“Beel tracked her with his nose. I’m surprised that he managed it from across RAD.” Satan answered.

Beel sighed, half in relief and half in disappointment, as he held his wrist.

“I smelt Luke’s Cloud Chess Pie and I thought I could get some if I followed the scent. Marley’s definitely better than pie but now I really want pie.”

“See, now that I’m not surprised by.” Belphie retorted with a chuckle.

“Nevermind all that, all that matters is that Marley’s safe and sound~” Asmo chirped, only to be shushed by Satan.

“Asmo, quiet, are you trying to wake her up?” Satan scolded.

“Why not?”

“Because we have no idea how she got here. What if she has some sort of enchantment on her? Look at her, have you ever seen Marley dressed like this?”

“Yeah, maybe she was kidnapped by some demon stalker.” Belphie flatly claimed.

“Who would have the horns!?” Levi squealed out with his face turning red from rage.

“Would you shut up!? I’m trying to sleep!” Marley screamed as she sat up in a fit.

However, her annoyance melted away to reveal a sheepish expression as she stared at the towering brothers surrounding her. Some were on the verge of tears, others had their arms folded while one continued to sniff the air. Marley remained still as her eyes trailed across all their faces. Her face scrunched up and painted a cringing smile while she gave a small wave.

“Heeeeey guys, what’s up?” She squeezed out.

[jazzistolkienfanfics]

Mirkwood - Thorin x reader

Hi!! Can I request a Thorin x female reader with prompt 56? I don’t have a plot in mind, just wanna see where you take it! Thanks!!

sure thing, anon!

56. “You can hurt me, kill me, enslave me, but don’t touch Y/N.”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Thorin x reader Summary: when the Company of Thorin is captured in Mirkwood, Thorin realises just how much he is willing to do for Y/N Warnings: none omg Word Count: 918 words

All words not in English are in Khuzdul.

Y/N struggled against the annoyingly tall Elf holding her, but she couldn’t get free. Being a Dwarf did occasionally come with some disadvantages.

Mirkwood wasn’t a place she wanted to be - not with its infuriating Elves and their judgmental opinions. She glanced to her long-time friend, Thorin Oakenshield, for leadership, but he was helpless to do anything. The Elvenking smiled from his throne - a cold, sarcastic, grin practically asked for a punch in the face.

With some signal Y/N didn’t see, the Dwarves were dragged away, kicking and cursing, but the Elvenking was smart. He saw the worried looks their leader, Thorin Oakenshield, gave them, and knew that threatening the stubborn Dwarf himself would not prove very effective. 

He needed another method.

The Elf pulling Y/N suddenly stopped, and she glared at the inhabitant of the  throne he pulled her before.

“Thranduil,” she growled, having heard tales of the cold-hearted King. Thorin looked to her, surprised - he had not expected Thranduil to keep her here.

“How did you come to trespass upon my realm?” the King said finally, ignoring Y/N and sweeping past her dramatically to Thorin.

The Dwarf spat at his feet. “I owe you no information, abrâfu shaikmashâz! (you descendant of rats!)”

“Is that so?” Thranduil nodded to the guard holding Y/N, and he twisted her arm sharply behind her. She cried out, but bit it back before it turned into a full scream, though the effort brought her to tears.

“Stop it!” Thorin roared. “You can hurt me, kill me, enslave me, but don’t touch Y/N.”

She shook her head at him. “Don’t. Don’t tell him anything!”

Thranduil cut his hand through the air in an aggressive swipe. Y/N felt a sword bite into her neck, drawing two fat droplets of blood that rolled down her chest.

“I will only ask you one more time, Oakenshield,” he hissed. “Why are you here?”

“Thorin,” Y/N choked when he looked to her again. “Thorin, don’t. Please, don’t.”

He saw her panicked e/c eyes begging him not to worry about her, though she was staring Death in the face. He turned back to the Elf, glaring.

“You have no control over me.”

The Guard pushed his sword deeper into Y/N’s neck, and tears joined the fresh blood falling from the cut. 

“Halt,” Thranduil said suddenly. Y/N gasped as the pressure was released, though she couldn’t stop the blood flow. “Perhaps you will be more malleable in a week or so, when she has bled out. I am patient - I can wait for your information.”

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Y/N hit the floor of the cell with a tiny whimper, as Thorin was shoved in after her. He roared a curse at the Guard, who just ignored him with a sneer.

Thorin immediately pulled Y/N to a bench, gently brushing her hair away from her face with a large hand to look at her wound.

It didn’t look good - it was deeper than the Dwarven King had initially thought, and blood rapidly soaked the strip of cloth he pulled from his coat.

“H-hey,” Y/N chuckled weakly, as he tied it to catch all the blood, not hard enough to choke her, not loose enough to let the blood fall. “It’s like a n-necklace! You could be a fashion d-designer Oakenshield.”

Thorin let a shocked laugh slip from his lips - it never ceased to amaze him how she was so easy  to laugh and joke. Y/N never ceased to amaze him. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he asked, wincing even as he said the stupid words. “I mean, of course you’re not - I’m sorry, I-”

“Thorin, Thorin, Thorin,” she interrupted as kindly as she could. “It’s okay. This wasn’t your fault - and I’d rather I get caught than that filthy Elf gets his greedy fingers on Erebor.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“Well, I suppose you could make it up to me,” Y/N said, immediately turning red at how suggestive the words were. Thankfully, the Dwarf before her hadn’t really seemed to notice.

“And how’s that?”

That was her chance to take it back, but she didn’t want to. Thorin had looked after her always, putting her above himself, always caring for her and laughing with her, and she always felt so beautiful when he glanced her way.

“Like this, I guess.”

Y/N leaned forwards, placing both her hands on his chest and kissing him softly. She felt his lips pull upwards in a smile as he gently curled his hands around the back of her neck, returning her affection.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N gasped, pulling back abruptly.

“For what?” Thorin asked, looking hurt. “Do you harbour no affection for me?”

“No, I- argh, that’s not what I meant!” she stuttered. “I’m sorry for kissing you without warning. And I’m sorry for giving you hope.”

“Giving me hope?”  Thorin’s eyebrows crinkled together and his startling blue eyes darted from side to side in confusion.

“That we’ll get out of here, and I’ll actually live to see it.”

He could see the complete hopelessness in her eyes as her hands crept to  the bandage around her neck. He moved towards her slowly ,wrapping his arms around her waist and letting her rest his head on her shoulder.

“I swear to you that we’ll get out of here,” he promised. “And that you’ll live to see it, Amralime (my love).”

He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and for that moment, Y/N allowed herself to believe everything would be okay.

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The Christmas Cookie War

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,720 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Aye! Day 14 of the Christmas fics! Bake some cookies this season! -Thorne

          Connor was sneaky. Which was good when it came to his career as an Assassin. On the rare times that she’d actually seen him in action, she was utterly blown away at how such a heavily built person could move with such stillness. She’d watched him take down every soldier in the fort within minutes, and not a single alarm bell had been rung, nor did any soldier see or hear him coming—he was a master hunter, and she was proud that he used his skills for the better. That being said, Connor had a streak of using his skills for the worse.

***

           She glared at him for what seemed like the millionth time and pointed to the doorway.

           “Out with you,” she commanded. “You’re not allowed to put one foot in this kitchen until I tell you to.”

           Connor shifted his weight between his feet, standing just outside the entrance to the kitchen. “But (Y/N),” he whined. “The cookies.” His eyes shifted to the tray she was about to put on the rack at the fireplace.

           Shaking her head, she denounced, “But nothing, Ratonhnhaké:ton. If everyone else has to wait for the cookies to be made, baked, and cooled, then so do you.”

           She narrowed her gaze and shoved the wooden spoon in his face. “If I catch you in here again, I will welt your hands black and blue.”

           He met her stare head-on and she could see him internally mulling the pros and cons over before his amber eyes flashed with indignation, and she knew he was taking it as a personal challenge.

           Connor conceded and tipped his head down. “As you wish, (Y/N).” He stood back up and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

           Huffing, she remarked “I know what you’re doing Ratonhnhaké:ton.” She spun on her heel and marched over to the table. “Please take this in the nicest way possible, my beloved,” (Y/N) met his gaze and hissed, “Get lost.”

           A growl sounded from his throat, but he turned and stalked off, the door slamming, signaling his exit. With satisfaction, she turned back to the bowl of flour on the first side table, watching as he walked past the window outside, glaring at her; she stuck her tongue out at him. Let the games begin.

***

           The entire house smelled like one giant, mouthwatering concoction of every dessert ever made, and on more than one occasion, Achilles had drifted in to see what she was making for the Christmas party. Happy knowing that it all smelled wonderful, she’d showed him the trays of cookies and pies, managing to ease his dislike of the giant mess along the table with a promise of cleaning later. He complimented her on the outcomes of each dessert, especially the chocolate chip snickerdoodles she’d made—which also happened to be the cookies that Connor was hellbent on snatching from her.

           Achilles wiped his mouth on the handkerchief he carried and nodded his head. “Those are excellent, (Y/N). Sweet, but not overpoweringly so.”

           A warmth grew on her cheeks at the praise, because she knew that the old man wasn’t one to give it unless truly deserved—and even then, it was hard to get it out of him.

           “Thank you, Achilles.” She murmured, turning her gaze to the crackling fireplace, a tray of apple pies baking to perfection.

           “Has Connor come in yet?” he asked, humor in his tone.

           (Y/N) tossed a glare over her shoulder. “Oh, he definitely has. Twice.” She scanned the kitchen, craning her neck to see into the dining room—he wasn’t in there. “I’m waiting for him to try again.”

           The old man leaned on his cane, umber eyes regarding her with an amusing look. “You think he will?”

           She scoffed and flattened the dough with a rolling pin. “I’d bet my last pound he will. The only thing bigger than his heart is his sweet tooth.” She paused and pointed the pin at him. “Mark my words, he’ll die by sugar coma if he doesn’t keel over of old age first.”

           Achilles simply snorted and the rapping of his cane against the hardwood floor left her alone in the kitchen.

           (Y/N) grabbed one of the cookie cutters and began cutting out the shapes of little men. With a smile, she placed them on the tray and switched them out for the pies that were done. Setting the pies aside, she swiftly turned and looked around, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

           She grabbed the wooden spoon and walked to the entrance of the kitchen, sticking her head into the entryway. It was clear, and a quick glance to the hallway showed a spotless center as well—still, it didn’t ease the wariness and she moved back into the kitchen.

           “I know you’re in here, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” (Y/N) walked to the dining room. “Let me catch you with a cookie,” she warned. “I’ll break a finger.”

           Grabbing the handles of the dining room doors, she swung them shut and with a click, she locked the doors. Only one way in and out. She thought with a smug smile.

           Though something felt off, she set the feeling aside and focused on the rest of the desserts, knowing that she had only a couple more hours until the Christmas party—she had to finish early.

           As she passed by the clothed table, she paused and scanned the surface, satisfied that nothing had been touched. (Y/N) yanked the cookbook over to her and leaned over, reading over the recipe.

           “Now let’s see…what were those treats that Father Timothy wanted?” she ran a finger down the page. “Sugar plums! That was it.” Her eyes drifted around the kitchen. “Do we even have any plums?”

           Frowning, she checked the baskets in the corner of the kitchen, standing on her tippytoes as she looked in. She rummaged around a bit, then smiled as she found a bag of them.

           “Here we go—” a thump sounded behind her and she whirled around, surveying the kitchen. She ran to the table and examined each tray until she came across the chocolate chip snickerdoodles—one of them was gone.

           A growl escaped her, and she ran to the entryway, glancing in both directions. “Where are you!” she yelled. “I know you were in here!” (Y/N) ran through the hall to Achilles’s study, glowering inside.

           The old man cocked a salt and pepper brow at her, but said nothing and she turned, sprinting up the stairs to check the bedrooms and galleries. Still, they were empty, and by the time she returned to the kitchen, she was about to tear her hair out. (Y/N) made thirty of those cookies—eight were missing.

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton!” she screeched. “When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—I’m—ARGH!” Snarling, she slammed her heel into the ground. “I am going to make you a sorry man.”

           (Y/N) sat down at the table and put her head in her hands, silently simmering with unbridled rage. Impulsively, she kicked out her legs and upon feeling her foot brush something she went still, suddenly calm.

           She placed her hands flat on the table and seethed, “Are you underneath this table?”

           A moment of silence passed, then she heard a quiet, “I love you, (Y/N).”

           She leaned down and raised the tablecloth, staring into Connor’s wide eyes. The smile she gave him sent shivers up his spine and warning bells in his brain.

           “I love you too, Ratonhnhaké:ton,” she said sweetly.

           He swallowed thickly. “You—you do?” he questioned warily.

           (Y/N) nodded. “I do.” Her face contorted from the kindness he loved to a wrath he’d never seen before nor wanted to see again. “But you have five seconds to run or I’m—”

           She didn’t even get to finish her threat and he was scrambling madly from beneath the table, her clambering off the bench after him. She’d never heard Connor scream before, but the howl of terror that left him as he sprinted from the kitchen to the stairs told her he was in a state of pure fear.

           “COME BACK HERE!” she fumed.

           Connor gave a cry as he stood behind the stair railings, her glowering at him from the top step. “FORGIVE ME (Y/N)!”

           If she’d been a cat, she would’ve hissed at him. “I’m gonna forgive you when I kick your butt!” As she set foot on the second floor, he turned on his heel and leaped over the railing to the back door.

           (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she ran to the railing, staring down at him. “Don’t you dare,” she growled, and he smirked at her before disappearing into the kitchen, returning moments later with the tray of cookies.

           “Put. Those. Back.” She demanded and he raised one to his mouth and took a bite.

           “You have outdone yourself Otsi’tsa. They taste fantastic.” He replied before shoving the rest of the cookie into his mouth and fumbling behind him for the doorknob.

           She glared at him as he pulled the door open and started backwards outside. “You’re a dead man when you come back tonight.”

           Connor shrugged. “I have lived off the land all my life.” He met her gaze and retorted, “Who says I cannot do it tonight?”

           (Y/N) placed her hands on the railings and leaned over. “Oh beloved, you’re gonna be doing it for a week after this little stunt.”

           “We shall see,” he winked.

           Sensing that her threats were falling on deaf ears, she stood straight and glared down her nose at him. “Come back tonight then. I dare you.” Connor chuckled and disappeared outside, leaving her to fume.

           A silence entered the manor, then she heard from the stairwell, “That was your fault for not checking under the table.” Her face pinched at Achilles’s quip, then a devious idea came across her.

           “Achilles, do we have any beet roots?” she asked.

           “Probably in the baskets.” He went quiet. “Why?”

           His question was hesitant and (Y/N) grinned evilly. “Rule number one of starting a war, Achilles. Don’t leave your gear where the enemy can find it.”

           She walked down the stairs and smiled at him. “I think Ratonhnhaké:ton will look absolutely wonderful in pink robes, don’t you agree?” He simply sighed in return.