#GOD PLEASE I NEED TO BE TICKLED UNTIL I CRY SO BADLY

[chucklechampion]

goddd after having our friend over and getting fucking destroyed for DAYS i’m so lee brained and can’t stop thinking about being put back in stocks and cuffs toe ties and tools and feathers and fingers and 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[karaeilishh]

can u pls do billie x reader messy makeout sesh with inappropriate grabbing and cumming from rough dry humping PLSSS thank u i adore ur works! 😊

here, baby 💞

hate me more b. eilish x fem!reader

you hated her so much. her long black hair that you wanted to touch, her ocean eyes, her soft, plump lips… you wonder what they would feel like on your skin? anyway, you could tell you hated billie eilish with every atom in your body. you also hated how weak she made you. 

you don’t even know why you hated her so much. she just irritated you with her existence, with her stupid smile and the dirty jokes she made about you. 

the worst part was that she was your best friend’s sister, and at every party you two had, she was there. even now. in your bedroom. 

“come on slut, tell me how much you want my cock.” billie runs her tongue down your back, making you shudder underneath her. her strap teased your pussy as she simply spread your folds with it. so much friction but you needed her inside. as deep as she could. 

“fuck you, eilish” you literally growled even though your face was pressed into the sheets right now. you wanted to piss her off so badly, to show her all the hate you’d been building up for years, you couldn’t let yourself give in so quickly even though your whole body was begging her to fuck you. “what?”

billie grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, it hurt, it hurt so fucking much, but she didn’t react to your hiss, tugging your hair even harder. she bit hard on your neck then made sure she leaved a mark on your skin. the only thing she cared about was the answer to her question. “i said…fuck you, eili-”

pain. it hurt so fucking bad when her cock was inside you. completely. every inch. your moan was unacceptably loud as she started slamming her hips into you, roughly pressing your head into the mattress. it was like a fucking porno, your hair tangled, half covering your face, the sheets underneath you wet with your tears. her thumb pressed against your tongue, completely coated in your saliva. “tell me how much you hate me, slut. say it with my cock buried inside you.”

you felt like you didn’t even need to feel her inside you to cum. she was talking so dirty that it was driving you crazy in every way. you wanted to tell her how much a bitch she was and how much you hated her, how much you wanted to punch her in the face, but you wanted her to keep fucking you. “don’t stop…”

she laughs when you say that. just mocking you. her hand is in your hair again, pulling painfully, mercilessly. her breath tickles your ear, making you forget about god. her wet tongue on the shell of your ear as she whispers sweetly. "louder"

"just shut up and...don't stop, billie, please!" your voice breaks as she hits the sweet spot inside you. your blood boils from the feeling of the contrast. the pleasure of her cock and the hellish pain of her hand in your hair. she tugged at your hair with every thrust until she pushed your face back into the mattress, only to drag her nails down your back, leaving red marks on your sensitive skin. you were sure she would write her name on it. "scream for me, babygirl. let everyone hear what a slut you are for the one you hate so much"

you were ready to cover your mouth with your hand, just not to give her what she wanted, but you just couldn't unclasp your fists, in which you were clenching the sheets. you could only scream, scream, scream her name. you let her take over your body. "damn, i’m gonna destroy this pussy"

"billie… i'm close..." you whine, cry, moan. anything, just so she would let you cum, cum for her, only for her. your body shook under her rough thrusts. your ass seemed to turn red from how hard she slapped her hips against you. "think about how much you hate me and cum"

billie wraps her hand around your neck, cutting off your breath as you cum all over her fucking strap, mumbling and screaming her name for the thousandth time in the last few minutes.

it's always hotter when you're so sure you hate her, isn't it?

[222col]

final part of sugardaddy!au | the decision is looming over you, art or patrick? | 18+

"what do you say, princess? who's it going to be, me or art?"

both boys' hands haven't left your legs, both inching their way up your thighs. both looking at you through half-lidded eyes. breath hitching as art's hand darts up further up your thigh, underneath the fabric of your dress. patrick's lips inching towards your neck, licking a line up to your jaw. "maybe she doesn't have to decide right this second," art suggests, his lips attaching to the other side of your neck.

any sense of sanity or precise thought is gone from your brain the second their lips are on your skin. sandwiched between two of the most attractive men you've ever seen, literally spoilt for choice. "we've always been good at sharing, haven't we art?" patrick's hand meets arts on your legs. their hands touching, centimetres away from your aching cunt. you haven't said a word since entering art's place, too dumbfounded by it all to even consider speaking aloud. their kisses on your neck getting sloppier, both nipping at the skin on your jaw as both of their middle fingers meet over the sweet spot you're craving them on. their fingers moving in unison, rubbing you over the fabric of your underwear. "you wanna be treated like the little slut that you are, kitten?" patrick encourages. "wanna get fucked by both your boys, baby girl?" art whispers against your skin.

"shit, fuck- yes, oh my god, please," words finally escape your lips, finally spreading your legs and grasping hold of their heads. both art and patrick's mouths move along your jaw, meeting at your lips. tongues glaze over each other as their fingers slip underneath your underwear, moving quicker in unison on your bare skin. "tell us baby, use your words." patrick pulls away. moaning into art's mouth as you finally cry out. "please, i want you both to fuck me so badly, i need you both." mewling as they both remove their fingers from your wetness. art stands first, patrick following suit, leaning down to pick you up. your legs around his waist, lips attacking his as they lead you to art's bedroom.

art sits on the bed, pulling off his shirt, his legs spread as patrick sets you down in front of him, pulling your dress over your head. your back against art's chest, his arms wrapping around you, groping and manhandling your breasts. patrick slips his shirt off, climbing over to the two of you, lips on yours as he sits on his knees in front of you. art undoes your bra, letting it fall into your lap, hands moving straight back to tease your nipples. patrick throws the bra across the room, stripping you off your panties. removing his lips from yours as he licks a line down your body, laying flat on his stomach as his hands wrap around your upper thighs. pulling you towards him as his tongue attacks your clit. your head falls back against art's shoulder, feet resting on the back of patrick's neck. art's lips suckle on the skin of your neck, still groping your chest as he pushes his hard-on into your back. patrick's near enough humping the bed to the sound of your moans. "you like patrick's tongue on you baby?" art asks, eyes shut as you nod your head. "we told you to use your words, princess." patrick mumbles into your cunt.

"i- yes, shit, he feels so fucking good." your hands gripping art's thighs that rest beside your hips. "better." patrick states before quickening the pace of his tongue on you. his curls tickling your thighs. "such a little whore, aren't you?" art's hand wraps around your throat, making out with every bit of skin he can reach on you. "yes, daddy." you catch yourself off guard, the skin on your cheeks reddening before art responds. "god, i've dreamt of you calling me that." patrick works you closer and closer to orgasm until you finally burst. the heels of your feet digging into his head as art's grip tightens around your neck. screaming out both of their names as you come over patrick's face. loosening your grip around him as he crawls up and kisses your lips, then art's. "doesn't our girl taste fucking delicious?" art licks his lips, humming in agreement.

moving you onto your hands and knees, both boys rid themselves of their shorts and boxers. art's hands grabbing your hips, grinding himself against your ass, patrick moves in front of you, hitting his cock against your cheek. "open." he orders, your mouth is barely agape before his cock slides down your throat. his hands grasp your hair, pulling you up and down on his member. art lines himself up with you, teasing your entrance with his tip before pushing himself inside you. "fuck, i've missed this." smiling against patrick's cock as art starts to slowly thrust against you. "it's only been a week, loverboy." patrick mocks, thrusting his hips, pushing himself further down your throat, ignoring the gags that come from you as spit slips from the corners of your mouth. "too long." art mumbles in some fucked-out state as his pace increases. the boys' thrusts are almost in sync, keeping eye contact as groans and profanities leave their lips. tears welling in your eyes as patrick uses your throat, spanks across your ass from art as he fucks you into another century.

"fuck, m'gonna come," art groans, his thrusts getting sloppy. "come in our girl art, fucking fill her up." humming against patrick at the idea, art's grip on your hips tightening as his load empties inside your cunt. pulling out of you slowly before collapsing beside you, patrick wastes no time at all, pulling out of your mouth and moving to behind you. you can't tell if its you or the feeling of art's come around patrick's member that makes the guttural moan escape him as he slides into your stretched out pussy. art's breath shaky, leaning up to kiss your swollen lips as his hand reaches beneath you. patrick fucks you harder, working his way closer to orgasm as art's thumb rubs your clit. "you're such a good girl, you gonna come for us baby?" all you can muster is a hum in response to art's words, met with a hard spank across your ass from patrick. "yes- yes, fuck, so close,"

the boys work you closer and closer to orgasming, bursting when patrick's hand wraps around your throat, coming all over art's hand and patrick's cock. one last thrust is all it takes for patrick to fill you up after feeling you come on his cock. falling straight onto your stomach as patrick pulls out of you and falls next to you on the bed. "you did so good baby," art whispers, stroking your hair before darting off to the bathroom. "you want us both, don't you?" patrick states softly, moving your hair from your face. your cheeks reddening. simply nodding slightly before art reenters the room. patrick kisses your forehead as art begins to clean you up, running a damp towel over your skin.

the three of you lay together quietly having put on your underwear and one of art's t-shirts, the boys in their boxers. "i don't think she wants to pick, art," patrick says, sitting up to lean on headboard. he holds out his arm for you to snuggle into his chest. "do you, princess?" taking patrick's offer, you move underneath his arm. "you wanna keep letting us share you, baby?" art questions, sitting up himself now. breathing deeply, you finally answer them. "i like you both, so much, and i don't want to have to stop seeing one of you." patrick's stroking your skin underneath his arm as art draws shapes on your legs. "it wouldn't be like this, the three of us, all the time, but equal time with each of you." the boys are listening intently, nodding along to your words. "maybe sometimes all three of us though?" patrick suggests, smirking at his friend, who smiles back and nods. "if it means i get you even some of the time, i'm happy to share you baby, if that's what you want." art leans to bring your hand to his lips, placing small kisses on your fingers. patrick agrees with his friend, kissing the top of your head. "i'm in too, you're our girl."

the three of you sit quietly together afterwards, curious of the time that lies ahead and the new dynamic that enters the relationships you all share. ready to delve into new situations, but knowing you all have each others back. patrick breaks the silence after a little while. "round two?"

thank u so so much to everyone who's read, interacted and enjoyed this miniseries xx mwah xx

[kimsunos]

Vampire sunoo with a s/o that has a biting kink

ALL MINE ☆ SUNOO SMUT

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+ CONTENT)

in which you have a biting kink your vampire boyfriend didn't know about.

tags: afab!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, vampire!sunoo, mentions of blood, biting kink, praising, breeding.

words: 800

a/n: sorry for the delay as i said i'm coping with a lot of mental health issues but i love to write so im not abandoning here! this is very short but i liked how it turned out so im posting as an actual smut anyways thank you guys for waiting 💗🪽

he's thrusting deep and hitting every place, doing so well for you, making you feel so full. his hands are feeling your body desperately, trying to memorize your curves and lines, as if you were to disappear any second now. "beautiful." he says with adoring eyes as his mouth finds your exposed neck after abusing your lips until they got all red and swollen, kissing and licking the area.

he was hungry, starving for you, it was impossible to control himself if you kept clenching and milking his dick that way. he needed to make you completely his right now by his own will, because soon the switch would flip and only the animalistic instincts were going to take over his body.

he playfully bites the skin of your neck, gently, just to test the waters, afraid he might scare you. he was expecting a gasp of pain, surprise, even a giggle because he knows how necks are sensitive and everything tickles. he was really expecting anything, anything but the sinful, lustful, depraved pleasure moan you let out.

he stopped moving, eyes widening. "what was that, princess?" a smirk slowly creeping up his face. your cheeks got red and your face hot.

"i'm sorry." you said, avoiding eye contact, using your hands to cover your face. "it was nothing, keep moving, please." he only devilishly grined and raised an eyebrow, his sharp fangs showing. "pleaseeee, sun, just move." you whined, embarrassed.

"oh, dear…" you could hear a smile in his voice. "if it was nothing, i guess we should just keep going, right?" he kissed your neck in the same spot he bit earlier and continued his movements. it was good, obviously, but there was something missing, that pain that hurts so good, enough to make you feel stars.

and missing it so badly, you start to cry out of frustration. so desperately wanting again the alluring sensation of his teeth on your skin. you wanted to feel how much would his fangs sink, if he would have mercy or not, you needed to know and to feel it over and over.

"darling? why are you crying?" he says with a pout, feigning sympathy, lazily thrusting back and forth. he absolutely knows what you're up to.

"sunoo-" you whimper, reaching to cup his face with your hands. your eyes are shining with the tears. "sunoo, please." you look so defenseless. "do it again." he smirked as you said it.

"do what, my dear?" he knows what. but he needs to make you beg for what you want before caving in. you breathe, searching for courage.

"bite me." your voice went out in a whisper as you begged.

he smiled, really brightly.

"as you wish." devouring your neck with wet kisses and continuing his work with his hips, quicker this time.

"oooh, oh my god." you moaned as you finally felt his fangs sinking into your skin. the pleasure was unbearable, overwhelming, making you cross your legs around him, pulling him even closer. you craved more. "bite me more, sunoo. bite me again, please. bite me." you chanted as in a spell and he sank his teeth even more, feeding on your blood.

you could hear him moaning too, the sounds of your own moans and the skin slapping blending together. just like you, he was close to his release.

"delicious." he said, lifting his head from your neck, using the back of his hand to clean the blood staining his plump lips red. "you're all mine now, y/n." his foxy eyes devouring you entirely, and his voice trembling. "a-all mine. all mine. i can't- believe, you're finally all mine." his thrusts started to get even more desperate and messy, hitting your core amazingly as you were so sensitive in your entire body. the two bruises on your neck were stinging so good just adding to the pleasure. "my p-perfect princess, finally mine, right?"

"ooh, s-sunoo, yes, i- am."

"i'm- i'm going to stuff you full, my darling." he panted. "going to be- ah, dripping for days. so full of me, right?" you could only moan at his obscene remarks. "mine. forever." he said as his cum painted your walls white, filling you up, you following right after.

sunoo collapsed on top of you, his cold skin gently warming up because of your human heat. he loved to feel your heart beating, so full of blood and life.

"sun." you said.

"hm?"

"can i bite you?"

© kimsunos, 2023.

[chorizoa]

entrail of faith — könig x reader

i have not properly written a fic or a snippet in so long, and I am physically aching to do so :3 plus, been obsessed with this man for like 3 months straight and it is NOT letting up— so, let me be indulgent, and nasty, and vile, and awesome while I cook up literary genius. (pls do not read my stuff if ur a minor ily mwah)

i hope u like :3 (cuz if u do I'm writing more)

cw: mentions of sex, force, and kidnapping, reader is mostly oblivious, Konig is just nasty and I'm shameless about it

synopsis(sorta): König has been a little crazy stalker, and you finally get close enough for him to make a move

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Konig was a good man, a routine man. His mother and grandmother had beaten manners into him, and daddy had his face shoved into a bible every Sunday morning. Everything was intentional, down to the way he stored his razors, all the way deep down to the way he shamefully ruts into his calloused palm each night. It all mattered— obsessively mattered.

Konig was a good man, a strong man. He tried so hard to keep his thoughts pure, be gentle with himself and others— lumbering about as if he were an animal latched to a ball and chain, a monster in the eyes of rookies and civilians alike— but he tried.

He can kill a man in less than ten seconds without a weapon, five with. He can dismember a corpse, and make someone seem as if they had never existed to begin with— he isn't a man of softness, he isn't a man who deserves a gentle hand, only his own thick mits that've been stained with decades of blood.

He wasn't  a man of softness—until he saw you. Effortless you. With your smile, the flowery trail of scent that tickled his nose in your wake, those fucking eyes— Konig tried to be a good man, but he wanted to so badly see them glossed over, heavy with arousal and desperation. How they'd roll when he—

Konig tried to be a good man.

— Sir? Are you ready to order?

Scheiße. Those eyes again, the way they fluttered— it was almost enough to distract him from the way that dingy little waitress get-up clung to your all-encompassing frame— and hearing the word sir  so obediently drip from your swelled lips made his cock twitch in his pants. Thank God he'd opted for the cargos today, and thank him again because you were such a good girl, you'd never peek.

Not that you'd have a chance, he loomed over you even at seated height— forcing your eyes up to meet his, seeming just much too big for the booth he shoved himself in— but, he was still shameless in the way his eyes roamed over you. At least you had the assurance he'd tip well.

— Ah- Ja, sorry Kätzen..

He cleared his throat, nervously tugging at the lip of his black surgical mask, his eyes darting about behind thick sunglasses. You're so pretty— what was he doing again? Ah, right, food. He wasn't hungry, not for anything they had here, except for you— but that wouldn't be a suitable answer, no, not for a precious little thing like you.

He could practically taste the aura that rolled off of you, you were no whore.

— Coffee- black, please. If it's not too much trouble.

Of course it wasn't too much trouble, it was your job. He was cursing himself internally, saying such stupid things to such a lovely girl. It would be easier if you were stuffed with his girth already, crying and spluttering as you struggled to fit him properly— he wouldn't say stupid shit then, but then you giggle- oh, fuck, you giggle and all the sudden he needs a freezing cold shower.

— Of course not, sir, will that be all?

Sweet girl, you should know not to smile at a man like that. Not a man like him, especially when his mind is full of bending you over this table and ruining that pretty head of yours.

— Yes, thank you, schätzchen.

He hoped you didn't know German, he hoped you were oblivious enough to let the way he was ripping your clothes to shred with his eyes go unnoticed— and of course, because you're such a good girl, it did.

— My pleasure- I'll be back in just a moment.

You are so polite, so sweet and efficient. He'd been watching you for a time now, the way you'd bustle about the café, being so kind even when majority of the creatures in here didn't deserve your time of day, not like he did— no, not anything like he did.

If he had it his way, you'd never work again. He'd throw money at you like it was a religion, give you all the codes and numbers to every bank account in his name— let you go on a spending spree, spoil you with fine lace and even better food. KorTac paid him enough, and he didn't spend a dime unless he needed something— unless he was indulging in you.

If he had it his way, you'd be dumb and obedient, you'd placate yourself to being his sweet little toy— and, oh, how he'd reward you for it. He'd keep you full of his seed, and happy with whatever object caught your affections, he'd build a goddamn castle for you. He'd never deny you a thing, as long as you kept looking at him like the most important person to exist— even if you were just doing your job.

— Your coffee, sir— oh, and careful, I just had them brew it.

Oh, you're such a darling. Fresh coffee? Just for him? You might as well give him your ring size now, he hopes you want kids.

— Lovely, Schatz, thank you.

— Of course, enjoy.

He almost felt crestfallen as you placed the bill next to him, and sauntered away, but your swaying hips could heal even the most shattered bones. Angels above, you were such a perfect thing— so innocent and lovely, you'd need to be protected, you'd need to be saved.

The heat of the coffee was nothing compared to the widely gaped blood vessels under his skin— breath threatening to catch everything he got a glimpse of you traipsing about. He had to make sure you were well distracted every time he dove in for a sip, you couldn't see his face, not yet.

If he were a better man, a more confident man, he'd leave you his number. He'd clean himself up, start a good conversation with you— take you to a fine dinner, even though he so hated the idea of something so insanely public. If he were half the man he held himself as, he wouldn't be salivating over you in an empty corner of the café.

Konig tried to be a good man, but he was slimy. He was a pervert, a danger— he'd never harm anyone— save for the men whose blood stained his hands, but he'd found himself craving indulgence in dark fantasies more than once. He was nasty, he was a monster, but he wanted to be soft for you. Simply, he wanted you, but his therapist would strongly advise against it— counseling that maybe, just maybe it's not best for his obsessive psyche.

Whatever, you'd learn to love it.

He had his reluctant fill of ogling, the tightening of his pants becoming too much to ignore, and the clatter of dishes becoming grating on his sensitive ears— he had to leave at some point. His coffee cup had long run dry, and he hadn't had the courage to waive you over for another.

If he were a better man, he'd leave you his number, but a crisp hundred to cover the bill— and leave you a tip to keep you fed— would definitely suffice. He tucked it under his coffee mug shamefully, wishing he just had the sack to speak to you— but that irritating fear of rejection always held him just at arms length.

How badly he wished he could just take you.

Everything else that wasn't you was boring, the streets were dull and gray, and rain drizzled like piss— just another way for God to mock him, punishment for his lustful behavior. Father would have a field day with him, if only he knew.

He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his soft-shell coat, rain pattering against it in an almost melodic sound. Nothing like your voice, though, oh nothing like that sound.

— Sir!

See, nothing like it, and he can't stop imagining it.

— Sir, you forgot your phone!

Oh, oh, he's not imagining that.

He whips around almost too fast, seeing you skirt on your heels as you stop your quick advance in front of him— his phone outstretched in a waiting hand. You really were such a lovely thing.

— Oh! Gott.. thank you, liebling— would have lost my head.

He wished he sounded.. cooler, smoother. But, he sounded like an inexperienced teen, stuck in a giants body. Always cringing at the sound of his own voice, but you smile and his world just fucking shifts— he couldn't give a shit how he sounded.

— it's- it's no worry, sir, I understand that.

Oh, your laugh, it's so sweet. He wants to touch you, grab you and squeeze you.

— I wanted to thank you actually- for the tip, I mean.. that was very generous of you—..?

You pause, trailing off as you look up at him. You want something, oh what is it maus? Anything. Say it, tell him— Oh, you want his name. His name. He has to fight the grin on his face.

— König— and do not worry yourself, Maus, it is no trouble. You work hard.

Now he's nonchalant, now he's found his groove. Keep being so humble, keep pretending like you don't want him to shower you in his endless wealth; keep looking up at him with those eyes that would be so much prettier coated in tears as you gagged on his thickness.

— Well, regardless, thank you, König.

Fuck, the way those pretty lips move with the pronunciation of his name— and you didn't miss a single vowel, what a good girl, what a smart girl. Oh, how he wanted to praise you like the good puppy you are, a collar with his name attached would be so pretty on you.

— Truly, Schatz, don't mention it— but, uhm-

Ah, he trailed, his fingers fidgeting with the lint of his pocket. Did he say it? Did he go for it? Either she'd be creeped, and run, or she'd be flattered— maybe even accepting. He had to keep it black and white, or he'd explode.

— Do you mind if I give you my number, liebling? I'd uh- I'd very much like to see you.. more.

Oh, he sounded like a fucking fool, and you looked so cute and patient; he was so used to drunken one-night stands, or shooting blanks into his hand when one just wasn't enough— this was so much harder when you looked like a literal angel to him, and not some cheap bimbo.

So patient, he wondered if you'd be like that while he railed you— even when you couldn't take it anymore. You were blushing, and he wanted to add tears to it, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, and he imagined them around his cock.

— Not at all, sir..

Today's a beautiful day. A lovely day even, the clouds had split just for him to bask in the loveliness of heaven's light— you sweet angel, you had no idea what you'd signed yourself up for.

— Perfekt. Hand me your phone, little one.

And you did, almost eagerly, such a good girl already. Following his orders so nicely, of course you did, even unlocking it before you passed it over.

His fingers never felt so nimble over a touchscreen, typing in his contact as if it were as easy as breathing— you seemed so shy, so nervous, it only made him confident. You made him confident, and he couldn't get enough.

— There you are, send me a text later, hm?

He hands the phone back grinning, he'd reward her for being so compliant— maybe work her open on his fingers just for now, a window of opportunity was wide open for him, and you were blushing all innocent and star-struck in front of him. He could not wait to ruin you.

— Yes, sir- König.. I'll do that. See you later!

— See you, maus.

Oh, you're so cute. You're so shy and it letting him read you like a filthy book. He knew you hadn't been taken care of, he knew you desperately needed satisfaction— and he'd give it to you tenfold, a sweet little thing like you deserved it. Especially since you did such a good job of hiding it behind that precious little smile.

Those eyes, they told him everything.

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pt.2 :3

[faescythe]

Stay With Me Pt 5

Chapter 5: A New Start

Learning and growing can be difficult things to do, especially when your body is forever frozen in time. Many vampires that I have met have not changed throughout the centuries they have lived. It is one advantage mortals have over us creatures of the night. They are able to change and grow not only physically, but mentally much easier than us immortals. 

It took Godric two thousand years to start seeing the good in humanity. It took even longer for me. I don’t talk much about my past. The beginning of my vampire life was full of pain, violence, and death. When I changed Godric I swore to make sure that did not happen to him. For the most part, I was successful, but the years of torture he endured could not be wiped away with my blood. 

Godric is sitting across from me in the living room. If it weren’t for the seriousness of our current discussion I am certain he would be taking his rightful place at my side. Our future together is the current topic. Will Godric choose to stay with me? Will he go back to that swamp town with Eric? Or will he refuse the help he desperately needs because of his stubbornness? He wants so badly to atone for the atrocities he’s committed, but instead of punishing himself like he wants, he is punishing those close to him. He believes that his leaving this world is justified and the only way to fix his past mistakes. 

“I know what you wanted to happen when you were taken. This path you are on will not lead to atonement. Whatever god you think will judge you will not rule in your favor if you meet your true death in this way.” I feel guilt flood through our bond as well as regret and sadness. “My childe, it is time to stop running and face what you have done. If you truly want to make up for the lives you’ve taken, then you need to put some good into the world instead of taking yourself out of it. All your death would accomplish is more pain and suffering for those around you.” I take his hands into mine. Although we are both dead and no blood flows to keep us warm, his touch heats up my entire being. I can tell he feels the same as the fire spreading throughout our bodies reaches his eyes and sets them on fire with emotion. 

“Come with me. Please Godric, come with me,” I plead as I stare into his fiery eyes. He lets go of my hands. If my heart still beat inside of my frozen chest it would have given out. If he leaves me again that will be my breaking point. I cannot handle his rejection a second time. I cannot keep wandering this vast planet for the rest of eternity without him. He is my reason for existing. 

His hands slowly move upwards and cup my face. I feel his thumbs run over my cheeks and feel them smear my blood on them. I did not know when I started crying, but I doubt that I will stop anytime soon. My red tears start to impair my vision, but I refuse to blink them away in fear that this will be the last time I gaze upon Godric’s face. The face of my first and last creation. I memorized every pore many years ago, but I will never stop being amazed by it. 

“Do not cry Maker,” He tells me softly. “I won’t leave you again.” He leans forward and breathes a shaky, although unnecessary, breath. I can feel it tickle my face the closer he gets until there isn’t more than a centimeter between us. His forehead connects with mine and at last, I close my eyes and soak in his presence.

He stayed in that position until we hear someone clear their throat. My eyes flicker open and examine our surroundings for the person who interrupted us. I see the messy blonde locks of my grandchilde who stands in the doorway. He looks like he has just risen from his day's death. “Well isn’t this a touching moment,” he says with his usual smirk painting his face. 

“Eric,” whispers Godric. That was all it took for the tall Viking to use his enhanced speed to cross the room to us and kneel down to our positions. 

“I’m guessing you are not planning on returning with me to the Fangtasia?” Eric looks disappointed by this revelation. As if he were hoping that his creator would accompany him home and stay close by instead of leaving him behind. 

“ My childe, this is a journey I must take. You may not understand it now but have no doubt that in the future you will relate to what I am feeling more than I would like.” Godric pulls away from me to look at his progeny. “I will not be abandoning you. If anything I will be able to see even more with this new predicament.”

“I would also like to get to know my grandchilde and great grandchilde. It has been very difficult to know about your existence and not be able to go to you,” I tell him with a small smile on my face. This moment is what I have dreamed of for so many centuries. The moment I could meet the rest of my bloodline. Although I am still unable to see Nora, Godrics other childe, I can still interact with Eric and the infamous Pamela. I imagine she would be horrified by my sense of fashion. 

“When will you two be leaving?” He asks us. 

“We will depart when you do,” Godric replies. 

“ Where will you go?” Eric targets me with this question. He looks at me with his stormy eyes and I suddenly feel the urge to get closer to him. I want to study him the same way I do Godric. I want to memorize him. I struggle to resist the feeling.

“I have many nests around the world. We can go anywhere Godric chooses,” I tell him. I have to fold my hands together to keep them from unconsciously gravitating toward the giant man. It seems that after being close to him during my day rest, my body now wants to never leave his side just like it refuses to leave Godric’s. 

Eric shifts his gaze to his Maker and I force myself to tear my eyes away from the Viking and focus them once more on my own progeny. We can go wherever he chooses. He is no longer tied down by the AVL. Nan unknowingly did Godric an enormous favor by removing him from his position of power. She inadvertently set him free. He hasn’t tasted freedom like this since before the AVL was established. He can once again go where the wind takes him. Just like it did when he was a young vampire stalking through the trees. 

[luveline]

Hi hi hi!! You're legit one of my fave fic writers on this site so you DEF deserve all the followers. Congrats! For your celebration, can you write a fluffy blurb about reader running into a toxic ex at a party and she is triggered, and new bf Eddie comforts her and helps her feel safe? I had this happen to me and nobody was there to help me and things didn't go well. I'd like a redo of the whole scenario with our beautiful boy Eddie. Ty ty ily!

thank you ily!! for you, eddie comforting you after you bump into your cruel ex

When you find Eddie again he's already looking for you, a familiar metal lunchbox dangling from loose fingers. You slink between friends and duck under arms in doorways until he catches sight of you and meets you halfway, reaching out automatically. You let him slide an arm over your shoulder and plaster on your best approximation of a smile.

His bare forearm warms your neck and settles the worst of your unrest.

"Are you cold? You're shaking pretty badly," he says, arm curling around your neck as he pulls you closer. His happy-to-see-you smile fades and is replaced by a soft concern. "Have you been crying?"

You blink quickly. "No, I-" You'd welled up a little before you found him again from how overwhelmed you'd felt, but you hadn't cried. "I think my allergies are acting up."

He starts to lead you down the hallway. "Yeah?" He moves his arm lower to encourage you in front of him, having to walk single file to manoeuvre the crowd haunting the porch.

The cool night breeze kisses your flushed face. Eddie takes the crook of your elbow into his hand and keeps you close as you drift down the driveway. You're quiet, walking in a strange silence until the loud music and louder smells are a memory behind you.

Eddie turns you to face him gently. "What happened?" he asks.

"Nothing."

"You don't look very happy."

You smile as best you can, a wide, half-honest thing. It's easy to smile at him, for him. "I'm good. Did the deal go okay?"

"It went fine."

His arm slides up until his thumb is pressed into the soft skin of your inner arm. When he rubs a line there it tickles. You can't help but curve in on yourself as he does. A more genuine smile takes shape at the feeling.

Eddie steps closer and inclines his head to yours. "You really won't tell me?"

You look behind him. Flickering rainbow lights bleed into the night sky, the house itself hidden by tall hedges. If you listen, you can hear partygoers chanting but the music they're singing to is imperceptible. Eddie follows your gaze.

"Do you want to go back?" he asks.

"No." The intensity of your answer has his head snapping to yours.

He stares at you. "Did someone touch you?"

He seizes up at your expression and you're quick to jump in and reassure him. "Eddie, nobody touched me." He doesn't look convinced.

"Can I… stay over?" you ask. Mostly to distract him, though you’d been hoping he’d ask.

He drops down onto his knees. You gasp, startled, but quickly find your surprise eaten up by amusement as he pulls your hands toward him and looks up at you pleadingly. “Please, baby. I need you to spend the night. I’ll die if I have to take you home when you look like that.” His eyes couldn’t be more heart-shaped.

You laugh and pull at his hands. “Eds, get up. Oh my god.”

“Princess, I’m on my fucking knees here. You gotta say you’ll come over. If I don’t see you in your pajamas tonight, I’m not gonna make it.”

“Stop! I asked if I could come!”

He kisses the back of your hand. “I know,” he says into your skin, “you beat me to it. S’annoying.”

You look at each other.

“Get up,” you murmur.

Eddie stands and throws his arms over your shoulders unexpectedly, the metal lunchbox digging into your shoulder. You’re more than happy to have him close, hiding your face in the dark mess of his hair to breathe in his smell, hands curling into the front of his shirt.

He kisses the side of your face. He’s waiting, you can tell.

“I saw my ex. He was… mean.”

His arms tighten. His every word is said clearly, carefully. “He say something to you?”

“No, not now. When I was with him. Seeing him made me feel sick. It made me…” You press your nose to his shoulder and wrap your arms around his back. You’re glad he can’t see you when you admit, “It made me feel like I used to.”

He makes a sound at the back of his throat, an unhappy hum. His lips to your hair, he asks, “Do you want to go home?” You think it might be him asking if you need your honour defended. You can almost imagine it, Eddie red-knuckled and fierce.

Almost.

“Yes, please.”

Eddie kisses your forehead as you pull away, your hand and your arm as you climb up into the van. He leans over the console once he’s in the driver's side to to kiss your lips chastely, the kind of kiss that says everything he hasn’t aloud: I’m here. I’m with you.

“Do you wanna get pizza on the way?” he asks.

You beam at him. “Yes.”

[plush-rabbit]

What A Good Little Girl

Warnings: Non-Con, Degradation, Humiliation

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I’ve uh,,, I did a fic. Headcanons probably would’ve had it gone out quicker but I was kind of excited to do this,,, hope you like it!! I think I’m depraved with this but I’m not totally sure!! Its hard for to be like “hm, is this heavy or am I reaching?” anyways, enjoy!

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Your hands grab fistfuls of the comforter, pulling on it, desperately trying to grab onto something to pull yourself away from him. Your knees dig into the mattress, hands letting go of the cloth and reaching out to grab the linen, pulling it away, your teeth gritted and eyes narrowed, hope and fear coursing through your veins as you reach to grab the various layers that decorate the once pristine bed. You’re desperate, crying and begging, shouting until your voice is hoarse, until you’re sure that blood runs down your throat. 

His hands are on you, nails digging into your bare hips, the skin ripped and blood spilled as his fingers hook into your underwear, pulling it down, exposing your cunt and your bum. Your nails drag against the bare mattress, mouth open in a scream of help with spit spilling out and making the white sheets translucent. 

“Stop!” You shout, trying to dig your toes into the slipping bedsheets. “Please!” Your sobs are ripped out of you, hoarse and ruined as tears stream down the curve of your face. Your body is flipped over, his fingers leaving bruises along your sides. Hair spills in front of your face, catching on your tongue and sticking to your cheeks. “Overhaul, I’m begging you!” You spit the hair out, your mouth parted as you gasp for breath.

He’s looming above you, the sharp point of the mask poking against your nose, his knee in between your legs, the front of it pushing against your sex. His hands grasp your wrists, pinning them above you, his eyes frantic and wide. 

“I love you.” You can hear the smile on his words, gracing them with a twistedness that you’ve only heard in movies. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You stop your thrashing, chest heaving and nails pressing against your palms. “Let me go. I swear, I- I won’t tell anyone. Just- Just, please-” your voice cracks, praying to any god above that is willing to listen that they would show the humanity in your attacker- “let me go.”

“No.” His answer is simple and your trashing resumes, your legs kicking out, screams tearing through the air and his knee presses further against your sex. “Shut up.” You refuse to listen to him, crying out, your wrists swirling and twisting, an escape attempt that is futile. His hand slams against your face, smushing your face lips wetting the palm of his hand. “I said-” his voice is cold, harsh and unforgiving, eyes narrowed at you- “shut up.” You let out a shuddering breath against his palm, your shouts lowering into a whimper. His hands claw, nails scratching at your chin. “I lied when I said I’m not going to hurt you.” Your blood runs cold and your body still, heart beating rapidly against your ribs. “I don’t want to but if I have to train you, then I will.” His head tilts, his eyes pushing upwards, the smile hidden beneath the god-awful mask. “Understood?” You nod to your best attempt, and his smile presumably falls. “I asked you a question. I expect a response.” His fingers press against your forehead and you hate to think of his touch on you. “I’ll ask once more.” His head tilts and you can feel the aura that oozes off of his body- it’s slimy and thick, tar-like and nauseating. “Understood?”

“Yes, Overhaul,” you whimper. You swallow the lodge that formed in your throat, teeth clenching at the pain of the raw wounds inside your throat. “I understand.”

He relaxes, the smile returning, the point of mask gently rubbing against you as if it were giving you a kiss. “I’m going to let your wrists go but if you dare to try anything, I’ll disassemble you. Don’t make me do that. I’d hate for our room to be bloodied.” 

You want to vomit. Your fingers twitch as his hand releases your wrists and the need to survive wants to strike up at him but the look of his eyes make you stop. They’re unforgiving. You know that he isn’t lying. He’d ruin you in a heartbeat, in less than a blink of an eye if you even made a sudden movement. You lie still, your wrists aching and you have to ignore the urge to rub at them.

He grabs you roughly, pulling you onto your feet. Your bare body is against his, your chest against the fabric of his shirt. His hand rests on the beginning curve of your bum, his eyes, bright as the sun and golden like the blood of gods, burns into your very soul, marring you in a way that you will never be clean ever again. 

He holds you tight, his arms circling around you and hands slipping around your body. His chest rises and dips, even breaths that meet your chest. His hand turns over, bringing it under the cusp of your breast, goosebumps pricking at your skin. His thumb rises, edging under your nipple, pushing the pebbling bud upwards. He places the curve of his beak against the curve of your neck. You hear a sharp inhale, his beak brushing against your pulse point, edging it closer to you, the point of it pressed close to you. When he pulls away from you, his eyes have widened slightly, head tilting at you. His arms release you and he steps backwards.

He stands in front of you, his heels clicking against the floors. “Kneel.” There’s defiance inside of you, wanting to snarl and spit at him and as if noticing that you still have that bit of urge to fight inside of you, he flexes his hand open. You kneel. Your knees digging into the floor, hands flat on your thighs. “Beg for it.”

The room is silent, unable to hear anything but your own heartbeat that echoes in your ears. “What?” You ask in a horrified whisper, hands clawing on your thighs, leaving marks in its wake.

“I want you to beg for my cock. I want you to beg for me to fuck you.” A shiver of disgust runs through your body. “I already love you but to be honest, the whole appeal of sex has never been a favorite of mine. But-” his fingers snap and you look up at him immediately- “I would like to be your first.” Your mouth opens in defiance but he raises a hand and you fall silent. “I’m aware you’ve been with women before but never with a man. I’d like to be your one and only.” Your body is filled with ants, crawling inside of you, scratching under your skin, the shiver makes your twitch, a jerking motion of your shoulder as you your mouth is filled with poison. He takes a step closer to you, the sound of metal clinking together as he undoes his belt. “You’re going to beg, and you’re going to do it well because if you don’t-” his hand grasps at your chin, smushing your cheeks together, and with a careful hand, he removes his mask placing it on the bed beside you, a face that you sure would have been beautiful if not belonging to the monster that stands above you contorts into a mess- “I’ll make sure that you feel every second of pain that I’m going to bring to you.” He releases your face and stands back up right, a tent in his boxers that shows how much pleasure he’s getting from the entire experience. “Beg for it.”

Humiliation courses through you and no matter how much you try to hype yourself up in your head, trying to ingrain the idea that if you don’t do what he’s asked of you, the punishment will be worse than you can imagine. Any defiance inside of you dies quickly, a flame snuffed out by a cold gust of wind that leaves the room devoid of light and warmth. 

He clears his throat and you flinch. Your lips are dry, your tongue heavy with acid and with your eyes downcast, you speak with tremors. “Please, Overhaul.” You want him to kill you, you’d prefer it rather than anything else but a death with him wouldn’t be simple. “I- I want-” you might throw up- “your cock.” Tears burn your eyes and you’re begging for something worse than death on your knees. 

“Do better.”

You bite on the inner corners of your lips. “I want to suck on your cock. Please.”

The palm of his hand burns against the side of your face, a print left of it as you curl on the floor, a hand holding you up and the other cradling where he has touched you. Your face pulls into a frown, gasping for breath, trying to not give him the satisfaction of you crying. 

“I told you to do better.” His voice is cold, and when you look up at him, he’s rubbing the palm of the hand that had struck you. 

You slowly come back to your original position, rising to while holding your cheek, the other hand coming to graze your pubic mound, fingers touching lightly on it to cover the intimate area. “Plea- Please Overhaul. I-” you swallow the poison in your mouth and look up at him with watery eyes- “Overhaul, I’m on my knees. Please, let me suck your cock. I want your cock so badly- I- I-” your face stings and you curve your hand to cover your mouth, the hand above your pubic drifting off to the side as you spread your legs- “I need your cock in my pussy.” His eyes burn against your body. Your mouth parts behind your palm, the hand on your thigh lifting and hiding behind your palm. The index and middle finger rest on the flat of your tongue, your lips closing around the knuckle, cheeks hollowing as you wet your fingers, sliding them out and looking at the tent in his boxers that twitches when your spit coated fingers touch at your clit. “Let me have the honor of sucking on your cock.”

He inches closer to you and you can see the tip of where his cock rests darken. “Say that you're a filthy bitch who wants cock.” 

Your fingertips press against your entrance as you try to remember a previous partner, so desperate to make yourself want this. “I’m a filthy bitch who wants your cock.” Your fingers tickle at the inside of your walls, the spit making the stretch a bit less painful. 

His hand rests above your head, fingers gripping against you to force you closer to his cock, nose against the tip. “Bark for me.” His cock leaks, arousal dripping on the tip of your nose and slipping to your cupid’s bow. 

Hopelessness fills you. “Arf.” Your hair knots into his fingers, a sharp tug on your scalp. “Arf! Arf!” Your fingers curl inside of you, your head lifted as he tugs on your hair. “I’m a filthy bitch who wants your cock! I’m a little bitch just for you Overhaul! Please let me put my mouth to use and fuck my mouth! Arf!” His cock is pushed against your lips, splitting and the pre-arousal spilling past your teeth and filling your mouth with something bitter. Your fingers pump inside of you, trying to force arousal to drip. His hands curve to the back of your head, gripping your hair and forcing you further against him. “I’m just a filthy bitch! I want your cock, please! Arf!”

His cock pushes inside of your mouth, your eyes widening and squinting in distaste at the arousal that is forced down your throat. He holds himself close to you, his bills pressing against your chin. Your tongue is against his underside, the salty taste of him infiltrating your mouth and forcing you to remember how he tastes and feels.

“Move your tongue.” His orders are strict and you listen because you have no right to disobey him. Your tongue slips around him, feeling the vein that rests alongside him, the soft dip against his cockhead. “Keep fingering yourself but don’t you dare make a mess.”

Out of habit, you make a sound of understanding, the muffled voice surrounding his cock send vibrations against him. He grips your hair tighter, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, the bitter scent of his skin pressed firmly against your nose. The tip of his cock rubs against the back of your throat, a bitter taste that slides down your throat, thin and slippery that makes you feel sick. Tears spill past your eyes, sliding down to drip from your chin and land on your breasts. Nausea is heavy on your tongue, your fingers still inside of your cunt, the small bit of arousal that you forced to coat your fingers has finally dried and now your fingers are tight inside of you. 

“You aren’t touching yourself,” he grits through his teeth, taking a small step further towards you. Your body stiffens and the hand knotted into your hair pulls away, smoothing over the stinging pain with a soft pet. “You know I hate messes, right?” You make a sound of confirmation with his length still inside of your mouth. Your fingers have begun to twitch, curling and petting over your velvety walls that slowly dribble with arousal. “I told you I would punish you, didn’t I? To keep fingering yourself and not make a mess? Well, you listened about not making a mess, but you still defied me.” Your body stiffens and he coos in a clincal voice, his hands slowly coming to curve to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair to press firmly on your skull. “Well, consider this a lesser punishment for not listening to me. If you do that again, I might be forced to do something that you’ll regret.”

He pulls away from you, his cock slowly sliding out of your tightly closed mouth, his cockhead remaining between your teeth, more of the sickly, bitter thin arousal lands in a puddle on your tongue. He orders for you to open your mouth wider and you do so, the flat of your tongue resting on the underside of his cock and you take a shaky breath, tears still fresh and clinging to your lashes when he pushes himself forward, and you choke on your last breath.

His cock hits against the back of your throat in such a forceful manner that the only thought you’re able to hold onto coherently is that you’ll be left with a bruise. He slams to the back of your throat, holding tightly onto your skull.

Overhaul is unforgiving, holding your head to the hilt of cock, your nose squished against his groin and he stills for a moment. Your eyes water, spit running through the gaps in your mouth and his hand slaps firmly against your cheek. It’s an unwelcome feeling, the firm pat of his hand against your face, touching against his throbbing cock that pushes so deep into you that you are unable to breathe. He holds himself closely to you and one of his hand lifts, only to hammer against the other, pounding your skull closer to his skin. Tears burn their mark on the curve of your face, sliding and mixing with the thick, slimy spit that coats your shin and drips to your breasts and onto the back of your hand that is nestled into your cunt. 

He pulls away, his cock bobbing with spit hanging onto him and dripping off in thick strings to the floor. It splatters against your legs and it’s uncomfortably warm. You gasp for breath, your face burning and lungs expanding with precious air. Your jaw aches, opened wide for a monster who claims to love you, who wants you pure and yet defiles you with the very body that he keeps so clean. 

It’s a second of relief, the only pause you have in this nightmare of a scenario before he pushes into you once more. He swings into your still body, feeling the back of your throat with semen running down your throat. You are unable to move, your fingers slowly becoming coated in arousal that is induced by fear. The vision in the corners of your eyes begin to be speckled by black dots, your mind slowly lost as your hands curve around his thighs and nails press into his skin, a desperate attempt to be let go from the current scene that you are stuck in. He ejaculates into your mouth, spilling and forcing it down your throat even as your cough and speckles fly and land on his thigh. 

Survival instincts take over and you are uncaring of any punishment that can be given by him. You slap his thigh, begging in a muffled cry to be let go. His hand hammers to the back of your skull as a warning sign, and you still, the muscles in your legs tense and you are desperate to be let go, to breath for a moment as your vision starts to grow dimmer by the second. 

With a brief moment of mercy, he pulls away and you gasp for air, holding onto your chest that burns from restriction, your heart pumping madly. Your hearing goes distant as you focus on survival, unable to hear the scratching of fabric against each other, your vision blurry with tears missing that his bare legs come into view and walk away from you. You are on all fours, sobbing and begging to be let go, that you won’t speak a word of this. You trip over your words, blubbering, watching as spit that coats our chin drips to the floor, your sex hardly wet and the fingers that were inside of you moments ago are now curled into your hand in disgust. 

There is a horrible brewing inside of you, whatever fight that you left in you has disappeared, leaving you a broken husk of a person that was ruined by a man. Someone so clean and orderly, respected and cared for, has made you filthy, has ruined you internally and outside, ruined your worth with an intimate act saved for lovers. You are on your hands and knees, crying and begging to be let go, acidic spit coating your tongue as you promise him that he’ll be the only man you ever love as long as he lets you go. But your words are nothing more than fuel for him to continue, evil growing deep inside of him as he saunters to you, gripping you the hair and raising you, pearls of discharge bead from his slit as he listens to your cries. He walks and tosses you onto the bed and with realization of what is to come, you sob harder and bury your face into the bed, your hands clinging to the bed sheets that you held onto so tightly long ago.

“Make sure you cry, okay?” His lips are on your shoulder blades in a gentle kiss. “I want you and I both to remember who it was that took your virginity. Remember that I claimed you.” His hands are cold as the trail down your body, his legs kicking yours open and you can feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance. He enters you, and you squeal, your scream high-pitched and hands tearing into the sheets. 

Overhaul is cruel, slamming his hips into yours in a telling way that he does not care for your own pleasure but is purely seeking out his own. With every thrust, he meets with a cry, your back arching and something war and slick spilling onto your inner thighs and you can only hope with a muddled mind that he’s spilled inside of you, but you know that that isn’t the case. You cry his name and it's ruined on your tongue, stuttered out and broken, filled with agony and hate, drenched in everything evil and it matches who he is. 

“Fuck-” his curse is cut off by breathless laughter- “you were a virgin!” His nails dig into your hips and your fears are confirmed. “Staining my cock is pure blood,” he claims and you can hear the smile, “you really are everything good and pure.” It's a mockery to hear those words. Time is blurring and your mind is starting to escape you, leaving you there to be motionless as he uses you to his own pleasure. He grunts above you, sweat clinging to you and your tears sliding down in silent sobs. Your hand is limp as he pushes it above you, curving over you as he holds your hand. Finally, in a ruined state, you can feel his seed spill inside of you, dripping in thick, white ropes that paint you pink and white, red messily swirled inside of you.

He pulls away with a gasp and his lips are on your burning body. He picks you up, holding you close to his chest, his heart beating reminding you that he is human. Overhaul picks you up and brings you into a bathroom and he lets you rest inside the tub, the water spilling onto your feet and soon rising to your collarbone. He joins you and washes your body with the scent of vanilla and orange blossom filling the air. His lips are pressed against your face, kissing you in what should be a loving motion as you cry and turn your body into his chest, mumbling how everything hurts. His hands are gentle on your body, cupping your sex and kissing your trembling lips.

[littlesniggy]

Feather Coat Part Two

Well, this is finally part two of the Feather Coat story some of you were asking for and I got inspired by @schizosstuff's Doffy Oral Headcanons. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: 18+, nsfw, smut, dub-con, Master/Servant, Oral, blood play, usage of devil fruit

Pairing: Doflamingo x female reader

Word count: 1.9k

Part One

“If you move, I’m going to cut you.” He said with a huge smile, caressing your delicate flesh with his huge hand. You were lying on your back – on his huge, pink feather coat – body naked, legs spread, and Doflamingo kneeling between them. Your hands were above your head and you were not allowed to put them down or move them in any other way whatsoever.

The huge man looked down at you, the sunglasses covering his eyes but you knew he was eyeing your body up and down. You felt nervous under his stare, wanting to close your legs and curl up to hide from his hungry eyes. But you knew what would happen if you did so you suppressed the urge to follow your natural instincts.

Time passed and Doflamingo wasn’t doing anything, just staring at you, making you feel more and more uncomfortable by the second. What was his intention? Did he just want to look at you? You were sure he wanted to torment you psychologically for trying on his coat but would he do more than that?

You started to squirm under his gaze, muscles twitching ever so slightly. His grin widened and you knew he had been waiting just for this. You saw a quick move with his finger and almost immediately a sharp pain erupted on your cheek, the feeling of warm liquid running down your skin had you whimper.

“What have I told you?” he asked in a sadistic tone, licking his lips in some kind of anticipation. He was waiting for you to mess up even more. You had to be careful but you didn’t know what would make him punish you. “N-not to move, Master.” You whispered, looking up at him in fear, biting your lips after talking, afraid to have said something wrong even if he just asked you.

He chuckled at your response. His legs shifted slightly apart, spreading your legs even wider in the process. Automatically, you tried to press them shut. Another sharp pain – this time underneath your breasts; a clean cut running from one side to the other. Your body flinched, your arms coming down to press onto the thin wound.

His hand shot up, pressing your wrists back down onto the mattress, the next cut followed right after; this time on your neck. You started to tremble under his grip. You were scared and you knew he wouldn’t stop cutting you until he got bored and if you were unlucky he wouldn’t be done for quite some time. You saw it in his expression that he was enjoying this little game way too much.

His grip was tight and you weren’t able to move your arms. Your instincts started to take over, panic spreading through your body, making your body wiggle underneath the pirate above you. The consequences were more and more cuts, slowly but surely covering more areas of your body. Tears had started to run down your face, sobbing sounds escaping your trembling form.

Blood started running down your body, disappearing into his pink coat. Doflamingo noticed and his face turned into a frown. “How dare you dirty my coat.” Your body turned cold at his words; all color drained from your face in pure fear. It wasn’t your fault! You knew, he knew and yet he still blamed you for it! This wasn’t fair but yet again, Doflamingo wasn’t known to be a fair man to begin with. He wanted you to apologize, to beg for his mercy. And you had no other option than to oblige.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Master. It wasn’t my intention! It won’t happen again!” you whispered in fear, eyes wide, anticipating his reaction. Doflamingo, for the first time in what felt forever, moved his hand over your body, smearing the blood from the small, different cuts, staining your body even more. His hand stopped over your breast, feeling your heartbeat under his touch; the way it was hammering inside your chest, about to burst out and just run away, leaving you behind.

His other hand slowly let go of your wrists, his expression telling you he wouldn’t forgive another mistake – a mistake you both knew you would make.

“Next time you move, I will cut off your head.” He said in a serious tone. And as to emphasize his threat you felt a slight pressure on your throat, adding another cut to the already existing one. Silent tears kept running down your cheeks but you tried to stay still.

He leaned down, his long tongue gliding over the cut on your cheek. The smile on his face returned and you felt at least some sort of relief, knowing that a grin was usually better than his frown. “Let’s see how much you value your head.” He purred into your ear, his dark voice rumbling in his chest.

Before you could question his words you understood; his lips moved down your jawline, you could feel his smirk against your skin. You should be scared but his lips sparked a warm feeling inside your stomach, growing bigger and bigger with every knew area his lips caressed.

You inhaled sharply when bit down on your breast, leaving bite marks on your skin. He moved further down, licking at every cut he came across on the way to his final destination, your body twitching slightly underneath him but you pressed your body into the coat, suppressing most of your body movements like this.

“I’m going to make you lose control. And then I will kill you.” He cooed, his head already between your legs, you wet pussy glistering in the dim moon light, a sign of betrayal from your body. The feeling of fear had been replaced by excitement and anticipation, your mind not quite comprehending what the warlord was about to do just yet. Never would’ve you imagined your boss kneeling between your legs, his big hands pressing your thighs apart and his face only inches away from your most private part.

The first lick came as a surprise and you couldn’t suppress a moan when his hot tongue moved over your slit. You looked down between your legs, realizing Doflamingo was watching you from his position as well, not wanting to miss your reaction. Your face heated up but you couldn’t avert your gaze from him. Instead, you held eye contact with him while his tongue moved up and down your sex in a painfully slow motion.

You wanted to move closer to his face, feel more of him on your sex but you couldn’t. Not just because he was holding your legs in place but also because you knew what would happen if you did. But the fear made it even more exciting.

Doflamingo was a God with his tongue, you couldn’t deny it at all. The way it circled your clit, the way it moved down over your lips to the frenulum, tickling you a little and moving back up again; all the while he was watching you. He hadn’t even started to lick you inside and you were already a panting mess. You pressed your arms into the soft mattress, trying to concentrate on your task while he was eager to drive you crazy.

“Ah! Master!” you hissed, closing your eyes for the first time to relish the warm feeling of his wet muscle poking between your lips. You felt his smirk against your sex when he latched his lips over your whole sex, sucking on it while he moved his tongue in and out of you in an almost frantic manner.

A loud moan erupted from your body and you were about to throw your head back and press your hand on his head in order to push him closer but you caught yourself, biting your lip instead. “Fuck!” you moaned, your body melting under his ministration.

His nails were digging into your thighs and yours were digging into your own palms, the pain helping you not to lose control entirely. God, it felt amazing. Why was a demon like him such a God when it came to face fucking you? Your hips squirmed slightly under his touch, the soft feathers tickling your sides, adding to the exquisite feeling you felt right now.

Sloppy, wet sounds could be heard from between your legs, his tongue devoting itself to your clit again, eliciting another moan from you that rivaled a cry. He chuckled, feeling your body tremble, this time out of excitement and pleasure. He had to admit he was impressed that you could hold out this long without moving and he was thinking about letting it slide if you happened to move after all. But he wouldn’t tell you. Where would be the fun if he did?

Doflamingo licked up your juice, his tongue moving in and out of you again, curling up inside and hitting you sweet spot, making you see stars for a moment. “M-Master!” you moaned, your hips now bucking against his tongue without your control but at the moment you didn’t care. The nearing orgasm was clouding your mind and you were chasing your release, wanting to cum so badly.

“Need to….need to cum…please…!” you huffed, opening one eye to look down at him, begging him to give you permission to cum. You didn’t know if he wanted you to do this but better safe than sorry. The warlord chuckled, removing his tongue for a brief moment, giving you permission to cum with a dark “Cum for me” before thrusting his tongue inside of you again, hitting this sweet, sweet spot inside of you.

Having his permission, you felt the hot muscle indulge your wet core, tongue fucking you like a mad man determined to make you cum. Without thinking, your hands came down, pressing against the back of his head, pressing his face against your core while you came to your climax with a loud scream, back arched in pleasure. His tongue knew exactly what it was doing while it fucked you through your orgasm perfectly. The wave that had hit you kept washing over you and you had the feeling like you were drowning.

It took what felt like forever for you to finally come down from your high, your back lying back down on the mattress and your body relaxing. Panting, you put your arm over your face, trying to control your breathing while Doflamingo slowly got up from between your legs, lips glistering with your juice.

The pirate started chuckling; it started low as a quiet rumble in his chest before turning louder and more malicious until he was laughing. You were confused as to what was wrong with him and removed your arm from your eyes, looking up at his maniacal grin – and then it hit you.

The sharpness of the string made your hot skin shiver, your body frozen in place. You had moved! I’m done for! He will kill me for sure this time!

“I’m gonna let it slide this time. Just because you entertained me. But don’t ever disobey my orders again and don’t you ever try on something that isn’t yours. You’re my servant and not part of my family. That’s a privilege a disobedient dog like you could never earn. And now, get out.” His face was a grin but his words were unmistakable.

Not many people got a second chance with Doflamingo and you would be suicidal if you didn’t take it. And yet, you left his room without fear, knowing you would never let yourself screw up in front of him again but hoping at the same time he would punish you again. This was just madness.

[actuallysaiyan]

hey hey hey!! can i request hc’s for sub founders with a femdom s/o + them receiving bondage?

Word count: 1,069 Pairings: Hashirama Senju x Reader, Madara Uchiha x Reader, Tobirama Senju x Reader...BONUS Izuna Uchiha x Reader Warnings: Smut, BDSM, choking, edging, light dub-con A/N: Whew, this is super spicy! Thanks for sending in such an awesome request ;)

Hashirama easily loves it when you dominate him. He’s so willing to please and just go with whatever you say.

You bring it up in conversation one day, and suddenly it’s all he can think about. He tries to figure out more about it before you can tell him more, but you do end up talking about it.

Lots of consent here. You ask Hashirama if he is open to a lot of things, and he’s just so eager to try it out.

It starts off innocently enough with you just pushing him back on the bed, maybe pulling his hair...then it escalates every time you have sex.

Hashirama loves it if you tie his wrists to the bed posts and have your way with him. It makes him so excited just thinking about it.

If you blindfold him, he’ll just lose his mind. Not being able to rely on his eyesight really heightens the sensations of you dragging your fingernails up and down his nude body.

He’s also really into it when you slowly give him sloppy kisses while he’s tied up and blindfolded...then you start to bite. He’ll whimper and whine for you to just take him.

Suddenly, you’re between his thighs, sucking his cock and making him whine. If you start to lightly play with his balls, Hashirama will literally beg you to let him cum.

Don’t! He actually prefers it if you edge him for a very long time, all while he’s begging you to cum.

Hashirama is also a huge fan of you slapping him around a little. If you ride him, and degrade him while lightly slapping his chest or face, he’s going to cum so fucking quick.

Good fucking luck trying to dominate him. It’s almost impossible, but if you know Madara, you know he has weaknesses.

It comes out one night when you’re both just hanging out. Madara expects you to say that you want him to dominate you, but it turns around on him and you climb on top of him. 

You start to grind against him, and he’s panting a little, but he’s still not super convinced. That’s when you pull on his hair to pull him in for a heated kiss.

“You think you can pull that shit on me?” He’s not impressed, but once you start pushing him down on the bed, he’s starting to see how it could be a good time.

He hates being tied up, but secretly it’s something that just drives him wild. The loss of control really gets him going, and he might be a brat about it.

Expect loads of degradation from him, but from that you’ll just need to teach him a lesson. Try edging him or even spanking him, and he’ll smarten up a little.

Madara actually enjoys you spanking his ass, and he likes it if you spank his thighs before going down on him. Physical pain is sexy to him.

Try candle wax. If you tie him up, and he’s fighting against the restraints, just slowly pour the hot liquid on his body and watch as he writhes. 

His Sharingan might actually activate as you edge him, making him start to whine slightly. He’s not going to show you he loves this attention, but it’s making him so damn horny.

Strip for him while he’s tied up, and don’t let him touch you. You absolutely want to drive him crazy before hopping on that dick. He’ll cum quickly.

It came out one night during a conversation you both were having. He wasn’t expecting you to bring it up, but honestly, he was turned on.

Take it slow with him...he’s a little flustered when it comes to new sexual things. He wants to perform well, but it does fluster him.

He loves having his hair pulled and being degraded a little bit. Call him a dirty, naughty jerk or a slutty pervert and honestly, it gets him going.

If you pull his hair while he eats you out to direct him where to lick, he’ll love it. It’s the fuel to his fire.

Tobirama is like his brother...he very much enjoys blindfolds. The sensations are all heightened and he loves the way it feels when you tickle him or maybe if you just slowly trace your fingers all over his body.

Tobirama loves having you tie him up with silky scarves. None of those harsh ropes for this man. He’ll go out and buy a bunch of them so that you both can have a great time.

Tobirama will most definitely call you “mistress” and he’ll love it if you call him “baby”.

He doesn’t like being edged much, but he’ll endure it to keep things interesting in the bedroom. It just makes him frustrated.

But, he does enjoy being overstimulated. It fucking hurts so god damn good, and the man will have tears in his eyes once you are done with him.

Want him to cum quickly? Tie him up and then start to ride him, and don’t stop calling him pet names and lightly choke him. He’s big on having you wrap your hand around his throat, and just pressing on that right spot.

BONUS

While Izuna is equal to his brother in combat, he is not like him at all. He’s a sweet man.

He’s actually the one who brings it up one night, and you’re a little surprised.

It starts off slow, with you riding him and holding his wrists down.

Then it escalated to you buying these intricate restraints and having him beg for you.

He loves the way you make him feel so helpless. It’s such a turn on for you to show such power.

Izuna is kind of kinky. He loves it if you choke him during sex, and he’ll allow you to edge him until he’s practically crying.

If you tie him up, please tease him until he can no longer take it. Make him want to touch your naked body so badly.

Another thing he loves, is if you pull his hair to direct him to where you want him to lick while he’s between your thighs.

He’ll call you “madam” and you’ll have a string of pet names for him. He enjoys “sweetie” a lot.

“Please, fuck me…” Izuna will whine and beg a lot, and if he’s good, you’ll give him what he wants.

[mypoisonedvine]

how about a dark bucky x naive reader where he always gets nightmares and she is always trying to help him (making him tea, laying with him til he sleeps, etc.) and one night she laying beside him and he’s having a nightmare and he traps her and says “this is the way to help me” and then there’s non/dubcon since she does want to help him ��🥺

oh my godddd i love this!!  anon your mind.... this idea has been living in my brain rent free ever since you sent it it.

noncon, yandere-ish bucky, breeding kink, slight somnophilia and more below the cut people, watch out

he would definitely be really sweet at first, even with his brooding and aura of mystery

so it’s impossible for you to resist trying to get to know him better even as he seems to avoid you sometimes

eventually he opens up enough to tell you about his nightmares, and you feel awful about it.  he struggles to get enough sleep and sometimes he’ll try to get you to hang out late and you realize it’s because he’s afraid of trying to sleep at all.

you tell him to spend the night in your room and you guys can hang out and have a classic high school-style sleepover with junk food and movies.  you figure maybe it’ll distract him and maybe he’ll stay up so late that when he’s exhausted, he’ll be able to fall asleep easily.

it’s a lot of fun but it doesn’t seem to help much.  and it gets awkward when he makes a move on you and you do your best to gently rebuff him.   i like you a lot but i don’t like you like that-- i just want to be your friend, if i can 

it’s never an easy conversation to have but he seems to take it well, or as well as he could be reasonably expected to

your next solution was tea with melatonin.  he got to bed easier but he still had terrible nightmares and you had to wake him up because he nearly choked you out in his sleep.

finally, he asked you to sleep beside him in his bed, and you felt a little conflicted about it.

I know the last time you were around me while I slept went... really poorly... but I promise, I won’t hurt you.  I could never hurt you.

you agree only because you want to help him so badly

at first it’s normal, even sweet.  you brush your teeth together in the bathroom, you change into your comfiest pajama set and try to ignore that he’s sleeping shirtless.

you fall asleep pretty easily, and hope that he’s doing the same

but not so much later, you wake up to metal fingers pushing up the bottom of your shirt, running over your hips and waist

you mumble through the haze of half-sleep to ask him what’s going on but stop when you feel his hand slide under the fabric and wrap around your breast.

you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. you're totally paralyzed.

he slides closer and you feel his entire body pressed against your back. he's so warm, it's almost hot to the touch. hottest of all is the hard outline of his cock pressing right into your ass.

he rolls his hips against you and lets out an incredibly soft moan-- that's when you realize that he must be having some very strange dream or nightmare, that he isn't meaning to do this to you.

bucky, wake up! you're having a nightmare...I think...

I'm awake, the voice right beside your ear informs you. that or I'm having the best dream of my life.

you stammer because you have no idea what is going on. w-wait...

this is the only thing that's helped. I never told you, but the nights where I tired myself out by jerking off and imagining you, those were the ones where I slept the best. but it didn't fix it completely. I just know if you help me, the nightmares will go away.

before you can even speak again he's talking over you, sounding less sweet and more stern.

don't you wanna help me, doll? don't you wanna help me feel good? don't worry, I'll make you feel good too...

the hairs on the back of your neck are standing up because you know something is horribly wrong, but you want to give him a chance. still, you're unsure. I don't know...

you don't know? you said you were my friend. friends help each other.

you gulp and answer sheepishly, o...okay...

thanks, doll. I knew I could count on you.

he grabs your hand and pulls it down. you gasp as he wraps it around his manhood-- it's thick, and hard yet silky.

you've never touched a cock before have you?

you feel embarrassed, you realize you must be doing something wrong already if he noticed your lack of experience.  um, no... I haven’t...

oh I don't mind! it's a good thing. your hands are really soft... so much softer than mine.

you stay still and let him fuck into your hand, your face burning with shame even though you began to feel arousal tingle between your legs.

after a little more of that, he moves you around until he’s hovering over you, his hips between your legs.

I wanna try something different-- it’ll be better.

before you can stop him he’s rubbing his cock against your crotch, through your flimsy little shorts, and the sensation sends shivers up your spine.  you had touched yourself before, but this felt totally different.  

with him on top of you like this, you feel so small. his body towers over and envelops yours, but even with all that strength his little moans sounded gentle and vulnerable.

he leans down and you can feel his breath on your neck, his long hair falling down and tickling your face while his stubble scratches against your cheek

fuck, I love you, he murmurs into your ear.

what?! you try to recoil but you're trapped between him and the bed.

don't you love me too? I know you do.

you shake your head, you can’t even believe what’s happening.  I told you, we're just friends

he grabs your jaw suddenly, forcing you to look at him, and even in the dark you can see his eyes burning with anger.

I know you love me. if you don't, you will.

he starts to move his hips back and pull your pajama shorts to the side, and for all your naivete you know exactly what's about to happen.

bucky, please-- don't put it in me-- no, stop, wait--!

he shoves into you, groaning as your unwilling body is forced to accept him

hnng, you're so tight doll. can't you feel how wet you are? that's how I know you love me. god, you feel so fucking good.

you sob and try to push at his shoulders but he's like fucking granite.

don't fight it, it’s gonna feel good for you soon... you just need time to get used to me.

you can’t imagine how this could ever feel good, it stings and makes you feel nauseous-- that is, until he reaches down and swipes his calloused thumb over your sensitive bud.  

your whole body jerks and your fingers dig into his shoulders.

oh, do you like that princess?  

you want to deny it but you’re too busy bucking your hips involuntarily, chasing more sensation

fuck, you’re a needy little thing, huh?  you need me so bad... don’t worry, I’m here to take care of you.  god, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for the chance to take care of you....

suddenly the burn inside you begins to subside and you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against something that makes your walls tighten around him with every thrust. 

you hear your whimpers of pain morph into moans of pleasure, and you can hardly believe the noises are coming from you.

feels good, doesn’t it?  god, you’re such a tease... inviting me for a sleepover-- you don’t even know what that means for adults, does it?

guilt burns in your stomach as you wonder if you really did lead him on, if it means something different than you thought and that’s why he came onto you.

and before that, spending nearly every day with me and talking with me about things I’d never told anyone before... you may have fooled yourself but I knew you wanted me so damn bad.

had you??  you couldn’t remember now.  of course you’d always thought he was cute, that was objectively true, but you were just trying to be his friend...

and now you act so shocked and confused when I fuck you, but within a few minutes you’re moaning and begging for more.  

you don’t remember any begging.

his thrusts get a little rougher and you choke on nothing.

I know you want it.  I know you need it-- need me.

you can tell you’re going to come, but it doesn’t feel like how it feels when you’re by yourself.  it feels so much more intense, electric even, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to handle it.

god, i’m so close-- you’re close too, aren’t you?  you feel so good, doll.  feel so good around my cock.  fuck, you want me to come inside?

no, buck, you can’t-- i’m not--

oh it’s gonna feel so fucking good to fill you up, doll... and i know you’re gonna love how it feels when i come inside you.

you start to cry again, terrified that he’s going to get you pregnant when you’ve never even had sex before now.  please-- stop... i’ll help you again tomorrow, i’ll help you whenever you want, just please don’t come inside me...

oh doll, you’re gonna help me every night now, don’t worry about that.  gonna fuck you again before the night’s over, more likely than not.  gotta keep those nightmares away until I can only dream of you.

against everything in you hoping not to, you come suddenly.  you feel yourself tightening and fluttering around him as your whole body convulses.  

when your back arches, he slips his arms under you and holds you close, fucking into you with brutal speed and force.

fuck, right there-- fuck, doll, i’m coming, oh fuck!

with a deep growl he pushes his hips against yours as hard as he can, burying himself in your pulsating warmth.  you whimper and cry as his cock flexes with each spurt of come emptied into you.  it feels like it goes on forever, his come coating your walls while he sucks on the crook where your neck meets your shoulder.

fuck, baby... you’re incredible...

you shiver, waiting for him to pull out and roll off of you, but he just relaxes and kisses all along your collarbone.

god, I could fall asleep like this.  I sure as hell couldn’t have any nightmares with you keeping my cock warm in my sleep.

bucky... what if you got me pregnant?

oh, don’t talk like that, he purrs, you’ll get me all worked up and I’ll have to fuck you again.

he kisses you on the nose and it’s so disgustingly intimate.

I think I’ll be able to sleep again, at least for a few hours. come on, let’s move over to my side of the bed and you can be my little spoon.

[chasing-classics]

Addicted to the Odds- Fezco x Reader

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

 Warning(s): Smut, mentions of drug addiction, angst, language

 Summary: You are an addict and it is indirectly Fez’s fault. Out of nowhere, your dealer refuses to sell to you anymore and you have a gut feeling Fez is the reason for it. You confront him and angst/smut ensues.

 ‘’What do you mean you don’t have any?’’ you all-but growled out from the screen door of your dealer’s run-down house.

 ‘’Like I said, ma. I don’t got any for you anymore,’’ he replied, taking a hit of his bong and refusing to look you in the eye.

 ‘’Nothing? OxyContin, fentanyl-‘’

 ‘’Nothing. Nada. Zip,’’ he cut you off.

 You huffed, narrowing your eyes as you shifted your weight to your right-hand side. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to keep a level head. For the past year-and-a-half you had been an addict. It all began when you attended a party with your best friend Cassie. She had just recently began seeing McKay and it was through one of his intense parties you met Fezco. The ginger-haired man caught your attention immediately. He was beautiful, in his own way. At the time, you had only dealt with weed and various fruity drinks. You were a good, kind-hearted girl. You did well in school and were well-liked by everyone. That was the thing about addiction; nobody ever strives to be an addict. It starts with one hit, then slowly crawls to another, then another, and another. You don’t realize you’re addicted until it’s too late, and by then the claws of addiction were already too deeply imbedded in your skin.

You wanted to let loose, have a good time. You wanted to fit into Fez’s world. ‘’Come on, Y/N get the stick out of your ass and live a little,’’ you remembered Nate Jacobs smirked down at you. That was the push you needed, you were embarrassed to admit. It sounded like a bad health class lecture, ‘’don’t give into peer pressure’’ and all that jazz. You remembered approaching Fez, his eyes trailing up and down your body with interest. That was the first night of the rest of your life as an addict. The moment you downed the OxyContin pill with a bottle of Hennessy, your life changed forever. All to get the attention of a boy who probably only saw you as another client. You ended up finding a different dealer because it became too difficult to continue going to Fez, who you had fallen for only to feel the sting of embarrassment when you realized he was never going to see you the same way you saw him. And that’s your story; became a fucking drug addict by the age of seventeen because you had a crush on a drug dealer who you had a handful of conversations with in the past nearly two years.

 ‘’Did Fez put you up to this?’’ you hissed. Your dealer’s silence was all the confirmation you needed.

 ‘’Fez! Open the door!’’ you yelled, banging on his front door.

 You knew Ashtray probably alerted his older brother of your arrival, but it didn’t stop you from marching to the front door. Every second that Fez took to answer the door felt like hours, sweat dripping down your body as the withdrawals were hitting you. Just when you were about to raise your fist to knock again, the door opened and the man in question was right in front of you. He towered over you, his green eyes taking you in and you could’ve kicked yourself for the butterflies you felt in your tummy.

 ‘’Y/n?’’ he questioned.

 ‘’Why did you do it? Cut off my supply?’’ you crossed your arms over your chest, your whole body fidgeting.

 ‘’I dunno what you’re talking about,’’ you could tell he was lying when he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

 ‘’Bullshit. You talked to my dealer, I know you did. Why?’’ you took a step towards him to the point if you puffed your chest up your breasts would brush against his chest.

 ‘’You need help, y/n,’’ he was about to head back inside when you forced your way in.

 ‘’You’re one to talk Fez! You sold me the drugs at McKay’s party! You got me into this life! God, I’m so fucking stupid,’’ you cried out, running your hands through your hair in frustration. You ceased and straightened yourself out, glaring at Fez.

‘’I wanted so badly to be in your life. For you to notice me,’’ you whimpered.

Fez stood in front of you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. He took a step towards you, reaching out for you only for you to take a step backwards. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath,

 ‘’I did notice you. Fuck, man. I noticed you the moment you walked into that party. You were full of life, but still shy. You brought this fucking light around you everywhere you went, ma. And when you came up to me to buy some pills, I wanted to say no. I should’ve said no. But I wanted an excuse to talk to you or see you again,’’ he confessed.

 You didn’t notice the tears until you felt them roll down your cheeks. You swiped them away, your heart beating furiously in your chest. You turned around and left, the sound of the screen door slamming ringing in your ears as you ran.

 Rehab took a lot out of you. You often questioned your decision to enter the facility, but the desire to retake control outweighed the desire to feel numb. 90 days felt like 90 years, but you were able to take the next step in your rehabilitation. Another three months passed and the light slowly but surely began to show in your eyes.

It had taken a lot of you, but when you were able to celebrate your twenty-first birthday with your old high school friends, it was all worth it.

 Cassie had convinced you to go out for one night. No drugs, only drinks if you were sure you could handle it. After two years sober, you were aware of your boundaries. You knew you could still go out and live a normal life, you just had to be careful in order to avoid a relapse. So here you were, celebrating your sobriety and your birthday. Maddy, Lexi, BB, and Kat were more than happy to come along and catch up. As you laughed and enjoyed your party, your face fell when your e/c hues locked with all-too familiar green ones. Fez was in the back of the club, talking to Rue and nursing his beer.

 You prayed you wouldn’t regret this, but you excused yourself from your friends and headed to the restroom. Thankfully, nobody else was in there as you leaned against the porcelain sink, staring deeply into your reflection. You sighed as your eyes analyzed every inch of you. You looked great, you felt great, so why did you feel so empty?

 The creak of the bathroom door didn’t cause you to look away, but the strong hands on your waist sure did. You jumped slightly until the smell of cologne and weed hit your nostrils.

 ‘’Fez,’’ you breathed quietly, suddenly becoming more self-conscious despite you looking like sex-in-high-heels.

 He didn’t respond, just pressed his face into the back of your neck. You felt the hardness that was his dick press into the small of your back. You sighed in content, his hands trailing up and down your exposed arms.

 ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he whispered. You blinked away the tears, shaking your head as he looked up so that your two reflections were looking at each other.

 ‘’Please,’’ you didn’t know what you were asking for, but Fezco did.

 He turned you around and slowly took in your face before capturing your lips in a long overdue kiss. It was Heaven and Hell, passion and sin, all together in that one kiss. The past four years replayed throughout your mental as you pulled him closer to you as your hands were on his chest and running through his shaved head. His hands gripped your waist as your tongues fought for dominance. You lost and moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip before his tongue entered your mouth. The moan that erupted from his throat when you sucked on his tongue encouraged your hands to trail down and your hand to grip his hardened cock through his pants.

 That was all it took for him to pull away, shoving your lace panties down to your ankles and spread your legs as he pinned you against the bathroom wall. Anyone could have walked in and that thought alone caused you to become slick. Fez groaned when he pressed a calloused hand to cup your pussy.

 ‘’F-Fez,’’ you whined, hands going underneath his shirt to grip his shoulders and claw at his back.

 ‘’Fucking beautiful,’’ he breathed as he looked down at you.

 You didn’t even notice that he had taken his dick out of his pants until you felt the swollen head at your tight entrance. You looked up at Fez, engraving the look of pure desire and adoration on his face. He raised his eyebrows, as if asking one last time if this was ok. You nodded and couldn’t prevent the high-pitched whine that erupted from you as he entered you in one swift thrust. He grunted when he was fully sheathed in your tightness, hands gripping your thighs as you were pinned against the dingy walls of the restroom and impaled on his throbbing cock.

 ‘’Fez, please. Move I need to feel you,’’ you whimpered, fingernails clawing at his muscular back.

 ‘’Fuck baby,’’ he groaned as he slowly pulled back, only to snap his hips forward. Your cries fueled him, egging him on as he gained momentum. The sight of you, looking like something out of the cover of a magazine, taking his dick in this grimy bathroom in this shabby club. The fact that something so beautiful could want him, let alone cry out his name as he fucked into your tight pussy. The sight of his angry cock disappearing into your drenched folds. The revelation that you still loved him just as he still loved you. It was almost too good to be true.

 You moaned when one of his hands yanked down the front of your dress to release your tits so that he could watch them bounce from the force of his thrusts. You closed your eyes and threw your head against the wall when his mouth latched onto one of your breasts and began nipping and sucking at your bud. His thrusts were rough and unforgiving and you could hear the slaps of your skin echoing in the dimly lit room.

 ‘’You’re so tight for me, ma,’’ he groaned, his facial hair tickling the soft skin of your breasts.

 The tip of his thick manhood reached that special spot inside of you, causing you to cry out his name and clutch the back of his head. He focused on hitting that specific spot, succeeding over and over again. You could do nothing but moan out Fez’s name and hold onto him and take whatever he chose to give you. The feeling of being full of him and belonging to him was too much.

 ‘’I’m going to cum, Fez,’’ you panted, tears at the corner of your eyes as your walls began clamping around his thickness.

 ‘’Cum for me, mama. Milk my dick,’’ he grunted, hips pounding you into the wall. While one of his hands still held onto your thigh the other trailed to the side of your face and gently held your jaw, forcing you to look up into him as he took you, ravaged you. His dirty words and the strong grip on your face combined with the lust swirling in his beautiful green hues was too much. You came with a scream of his name, his thumb in your mouth muffling your cries only slightly as you felt your juices coat him and in between your thighs.

 ‘’I fucking love you,’’ he hissed, pressing his forehead against yours’ as he sloppily thrusted a few more times before you felt the warmth of his load crept up into the depths of your body.

 All you could do was hold each other; your legs wrapped around his waist. Your heels still on as his cum began dripping from your sore pussy. Eventually both of your breathing relaxed and you pressed a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, looking down once more to watch his release drip out of you and his dick slowly slide out of you. He kissed you again before helping you down.

‘’I’m sorry,’’ he whispered.

You cupped his face with your hands, offering him a small smile.

 ‘’I know. Just hold me.’’

 You didn’t know what the future held for the two of you. You didn’t think a house with a white picket fence and two darling children was in your future with Fez, if you even had a future with him. The odds weren’t in your favor, but the same could’ve been said about the seventeen-year-old girl who was addicted to OxyContin and fentanyl. They said you wouldn’t make it to see your twenty-first birthday. The dusty clock that read 12:01 AM proved them all wrong. Maybe you and Fez could too.

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100 Smut Dialogue Prompts

1) "You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." 2) "You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat." 3) "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?" 4) "You'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught." 5) "You look good all soaking wet." 6) "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you." 7) "Oh my god you're so much better than the last person I was with." 8) "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." 9) "I don't care how good it feels you'd better not cum until I tell you to." 10) "Look, I'm not into choking but I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while." 11) "I bet you think you're real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look later when I get you home." 12) "You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily." 13) "Touch yourself for me." 14) "Do you think you deserve to be punished?" 15) "You take my fingers so well don't you?" 16) "Shut up and take your pants off." 17) "When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me." 18) "Are you wearing my shirt?" 19) "Do you need me to finger you first?" 20) "You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are." 21) "Did I stutter? Do as you're told!" 22) "Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking." 23) "I can't wait to be on my knees for you later." 24) "Maybe if I punish you it'll help you remember who you belong to next time." 25) "Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?" 26) "Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me." 27) "Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me." 28) "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself." 29) "Take it off. Slowly." 30) "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" 31) "Why don't you go put on something pretty for me?" 32) "Kitten, don't make me tell you twice." 33) "Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic." 34) "I love the sounds you make when you come undone." 35) "Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to." 36) "You'd better watch your fucking mouth." 37) "Did I say you could stop?" 38) "I need you. Now!" 39) "I'm so sick of your voice. Why don't you come over here and put your mouth to better use?" 40) "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." 41) "You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching." 42) "I guess I'll just get off all by myself." 43) "Don't you want to play with me? 44) "Yes! I mean yes, Sir!" 45) "When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore." 46) "Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?" 47) "You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?" 48) "I can't wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin." 49) "You look so good on your knees like that." 50) "I only want to please you." 51) "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" 52) "Are you going to be good from now on?" 53) "Is that a tattoo?" 54) "These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want." 55) "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now." 56) "Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you." 57) "I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now." 58) "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting." 59) "So desperate for it, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you'd better start taking it." 60) "Please? I'll be good, I promise!" 61) "If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants I'll have them around your ankles by lunch time." 62) "I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are." 63) "Open your mouth." 64) "I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers." 65) "Pull my hair!" 66) "If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I'm going to bend you over that bed." 67) "If you want to cum you'd better beg." 68) "You know I don't like to be teased." 69) "Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you." 70)  "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good." 71) "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me." 72) "Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?" 73) "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it." 74) "Wow, I think you're blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you." 75) "You know, you look real pretty when you cry." 76) "I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth." 77) "Tell me what you like." 78) "Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you." 79) "Look at you, grinding against everything, you're really desperate for it. Aren't you?" 80) "How do you feel about two at once?" 81) "Is that a thong?" 82) "Yeah, that's it, baby, just like that." 83) "Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?" 84) "I love it when you dress up for me." 85) "Did you dress up just for me?" 86) "Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." 87) "Think you can handle that much?" 88) "Mmm, good morning to you too." 89) "Just pull the car over!" 90) "What's wrong? I thought you liked teasing." 91) "Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?" 92) "Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet." 93) "It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs." 94) "Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you." 95) "That tickles." 96) "Were you touching yourself without permission?" 97) "I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this." 98) "I see the gift I got you fits well." 99) "You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in." 100) "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."

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Shirou x Reader Coldest Night of the Year (Long Version)

Shirou awakens in the night to feel tremors coming from next to him. Opening one eye, he sees you shivering on the bed. Damn, he forgot that humans did not have a fur coat like he did. Both of you were under two blankets already, but it didn’t seem like enough. Shirou gets up to retrieve another blanket for you, but then he realizes that all of the other blankets were already taken. The coldest night of the year; he wasn’t going to deprive anyone of anything. He decides to make tea instead. When he returns to the room with the steaming teacups, an idea occurs to him.

His half of the blankets wasn’t being used. Shirou didn’t need it. The wolf man sets down the tea and picks up the edge of the blankets. Then, working carefully, he throws it over you, doubling up the folds and tucking in the corners. He waits and watches, but you’re still shivering. Finally, he places a hand on your shoulder and calls out your name.

“Hmmm?” you say groggily. “Shirou?”

“You’re shivering.”

“What? Oh, no. I’m…I’m fine.” You pat his hand to reassure him, but as soon as he feels your fingers, he pulls your hand towards him and clasps it between his palms.

“Don’t lie to me. Your hand feels like a sheet of ice.” Shirou sighs. “You can’t sleep like this. Worse, you might catch cold or pneumonia and then I would be…very displeased.” He gestures towards the teacups. “I made you tea. Drink some.”

You glance over at the nightstand, surprised to see two porcelain cups there. He even poured them into the special teacups, the ones with the Silver Wolf painted on them that you gave him for his birthday. You glance over at Shirou. He really was a considerate creature, despite his tough exterior. Gratefully, you reach for the tea, but your hands are shaking so badly that the teacups are rattling against their saucers. In an instant, you see Shirou kneeling beside you. He picks up a teacup and instructs you to sit up so he can help you drink it.

“I’m not an invalid,” you say, mock defiantly. “I can handle a cup of tea.”

“Your hands are shaking. I want the tea in your system, not in your lap.” You playfully swat at him, but he coolly dodges your fingers. His expression softens. “Just let me help you,” he states quietly. 

Obediently, you sit up and he lifts the teacup gently so you can drink. It’s a warm, rich tea, perfect for nights like this. Once you drink the whole cup, he sets it down and picks up the other one, bringing it towards your lips. You glare at him, but he stares back, unflinching. He knows you’ll give in. And you do. Once you finish the second cup, Shirou lifts your hand into his. Your shivering has subsided somewhat, but your skin still feels like a skating rink for the cold. The wolf man frowns.

“You’re still cold.”

“Yes, but I’m better now. I’m warmer.”

“Not as warm as I would like.” He presses your hand to his face and his nose twitches as he thinks for a moment.

“Shirou.”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t seem cold at all.”

“I’m a beastman,” he says, without opening his eyes. “I have a—” He breaks off suddenly. “I have an idea. Get back under the covers,” he orders.

You obey, then watch as he moves to the other side of the bed and slips in beside you.

“Come here,” he instructs, reaching out and pulling you toward him. You gladly scoot closer to him and by the time you make contact, you’re nestled against a soft mane of white fur. The fur tickles, but hey, it’s warm. You pull back to give him a kiss on the nose, but he misinterprets the gesture and suddenly stiffens.

“I’m sorry. I should have asked you first,” he blurts quickly. His voice is tense, nervous.

“What do you mean?”

Shirou glances away. “Not everyone is comfortable around a beastman. Especially a wolf. If my beast form bothers you, I can change back—”

“What makes you think I’m uncomfortable?”

Shirou’s ears perk up and he dares to look at you. Finally, he sighs. “When you touched my fur, you moved away. You probably weren’t expecting me to morph—”

He’s interrupted by your fingers, which have now laced themselves through his thick fur and pulled his face toward you. You plant a soft kiss on his nose. He stiffens again, then visibly relaxes beside you.

“I was going to kiss you, you dolt.”

“Oh,” he whines softly.

You release him and roll your eyes. “But not everyone is comfortable around a human. Especially an affectionate one. If my human form bothers you, I can change…oh, wait, I can’t.”

The wolf man emits a strange sound, something like a cross between a bark and a yelp. You glance at him and are surprised to see his body shaking. However, it did not seem to be from cold. Perhaps from…mirth? Was this his way of laughing?

“Humans have a sense of humor,” he chuckles.

“Of course we do,” you retort, crossing your arms. “We’re not all bloodthirsty killers.”

“Forgive me. I don’t have many…positive experiences with them.”

“You should get to know them better.”

“I will.” Shirou shifts in bed. “BUT...right now, I’m especially interested in this one.” Here, he reaches for your hands again and digs them into his fur. You need no explanation. The next few minutes pass in quiet bliss as you stroke Shirou’s fur and tickle his neck. The spell is only broken when Shirou whispers your name.

You open your eyes to find that Shirou is looking at you with no small expression of wonder. “You’re really okay with my beast form.”

You sigh and pull him towards you again. Then you tilt forward until your foreheads are touching. “Shirou. I’m not only okay with your beast form. I love your beast form. And your human form. I love you no matter what form you’re in. You could be a lump of coal and I’d still—”  

You feel Shirou freeze under your fingers. Then you realize that it’s the first time you’ve said those words out loud.

You want to smack yourself for your impulsiveness. I said it too soon, you realize with a sinking heart. Maybe he won’t notice? You think desperately. But it was too late. The words were said. The secret was out. Not that it was much of a secret. Michiru had been hounding you for days to fess up. Even Melissa and Gem grinned at each other whenever they saw you around Shirou. It was probably obvious to everyone but him. Well, now it’s not an open secret anymore. Now he knows.

Feeling self-conscious, you slowly remove your fingers from his fur and clamp them between your knees. You’re hoping to subtly slide away and pretend to be asleep. The wolf god was not fooled.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. You don’t respond. After a moment, you feel gentle claws slide down your arms and lift your hands out from under the covers. “If you think I’m going to let you slip away after that, you’re sorely mistaken.”

You open your eyes to see Shirou staring at you intensely. You know that you can’t wriggle your way out of this one.

“I didn’t mean to say it,” you state miserably, attempting to keep your voice steady. Shirou’s grip loosens, but he doesn’t let go completely. A long moment of silence passes.

“So you didn’t mean it,” Shirou says finally.

“No, I did mean it. I meant every word. I just didn’t mean to say it…so soon.”

“Why do you think it’s too soon?”

“Because…because we’re just starting out. And we’re taking it slow. And maybe you don’t feel the same way and I just ruined everything.”

Shirou kisses your forehead and envelopes you in a furry embrace. “If you think that what you said was going to ruin everything, then I don’t ever want you to stop. If you think that we’re just starting out and going too slow and your emotions are far ahead, then please destroy me at your leisure. Surely, this is a dream I’m having and when I wake, you will be gone and I will have nothing more than the elated aftertaste of the dream and the bitterness of you missing from beside me. But, for now, ruin me. I would love nothing more than to be utterly devastated by your words of confession.”

You take a deep breath. Maybe this was all a dream. In that case, you can be as free in your emotions as you want. So you sidle even closer to him and tangle yourself into his fur. Then you pour your heart out. “Shirou, my wild heart and shining soul, you cannot begin to fathom the extent of my feelings for you. It runs through my blood and warms my soul. It also makes me worry. And fear for you. I am thrown into panic whenever you are in danger, even if you are immortal, and I am flooded with relief when I am sure you are safe. You can reduce me to nothing with the lightest touch, the merest glance, the softest word, the tiniest gesture. Yet you also make me feel strong and electric and alive. How much do I love you? I love you to the deepest chambers of my heart and the weight of it is so much that my heart can hardly bear it. I long for your presence so achingly that I can barely keep myself together when you’re not around. You make me tremble and you make me still. You make me think of the future and you render me unable to think at all. If I loved you any more, I think I would dissolve altogether because my body could not longer contain it all. If I loved you any less, I would cease to exist because my love for you has become intertwined with the very essence of my being and I would unravel. I love you even more than these pathetic, futile words can express, but for now, this is all I have to offer you so I hope it is enough.”

You stop because you feel something wet trickle down your face. But…I’m not crying, am I? you think. Then you realize that the tears are not coming from you.

“Shirou!” you exclaim, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

Shirou doesn’t bother wiping his tears. “Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all. How can anything be wrong right now?”

“Then why are you crying?”

“It’s just…I never imagined…” Shirou clears his throat, but when he speaks, his voice is still choked with emotion. “I find being thoroughly loved to be…thoroughly moving.”

“Well, you better get used to it,” you say. “Because I’m going to thoroughly love you every day.”

You both drift off to sleep like this. As sleep slowly overtakes you, an old poem comes to your mind, but your muddled brain scrambles it slightly:

“The cold is lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have my lover’s warmth to keep,

And Shirou to hold me while I sleep,

And Shirou to hold me while I sleep.” *** ***Author’s Note: For those of you who are unfamiliar, the last four lines are inspired by Robert Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening”  from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost.

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Worry

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader Requested by: anon Prompts: ‘I can’t breathe’ and ‘please don’t cry, I can’t stand to see you cry’ Summary: Arthur learns the hard way that it’s all getting a bit too much for you  AN: Okay, you know how i said I couldn’t bring myself to write an angsty Arthur fic… yeahhh, that’s gone straight out of the window with this one...

Warnings: swearing, description of physical symptoms of anxiety, mentions of typical peaky injury

It was all getting too much. 

For the fifth night that week, you were pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, jumping at every slight noise; the window panes rattled an hour previously and you had almost put a bullet through them thinking it was an intruder. 

You just didn’t feel safe in your house anymore. 

When you had first moved into the small cottage after your marriage to Arthur, it had brimmed with warmth and light. There was always something sweet in the oven or something hearty on the stove. But now the pans were dusty, the fireplace crackled with almost burnt-out logs- there was no point in wasting wood on one person. 

Sitting down on the couch, you tried to pick up your knitting, but your hands were shaking badly and the stitches ended up wonky. You glared at the clock, whose ticking seemed to get louder and louder by the minute, taunting you. 

Casting your knitting aside, you plucked Arthur’s coat from the hook, wrapping it around yourself, giving into your anxiety as you curled up on the couch, trying to calm yourself with the scent of cigarette smoke and his aftershave, tears falling from your eyes as tears soaked your cheeks. 

The door banged open and you let out a sob, drawing the coat closer to you. 

“YN?” Arthur’s voice reached the sitting room. He stumbled through the door, grinning like a madman, hair dishevelled. His smile quickly fell when he saw you on the couch. “YN, Girl, what’s up? Why’re you crying? Please don’t cry, love, I can’t stand to see you cry,”

You looked up, breathing unevenly, your hands shaking. “Where the fuck have you been?” You managed to hiss, brows drawing into a deep frown. “If you say the pub, Arthur Shelby, so help me god,”

Arthur stared at the floor, wringing his hands. “It was only for a few drinks, Darling,”

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me!” You said, rising to your feet. “It’s gone two in the morning and I’ve been sat here since eleven scared shitless! You said you’d be back at ten tonight, after all this business you and Tommy have been on, fixing races and having tea with Russians! Or did you forget stumbling into bed and soaking the pillows with blood? It’s a bloody good job you didn’t break your nose, because Polly’s busy and I haven’t a clue how to set broken bones!” Arthur opened his mouth to protest but you were in full swing. “I’m your wife, Arthur. I love you with all my heart, but I’m getting fed up of panicking every night, wondering if you’ll make it back safe, or if you’ll be bleeding out in a gutter,”

You crumbled, fresh waves of tears spilling over as you ended your rant, sobbing as you spoke about what had been on your mind for weeks.

Arthur gathered you in his arms, and although you struggled at first, you collapsed into his wiry chest, letting him rub and pat your back, allowing yourself to be walked to the couch to sit on his lap as he murmured comfort in your ear, his moustache tickling ever so slightly.

“You’re too good to me, YN,” he mumbled after a while, pressing you to his chest. “And you’re right, love. I need to be showing you as much care as you show me, because you’re the best bloody thing in my life,”

You smiled up at him, still teary, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Jesus, Arthur, can’t breathe,” you gasped as he squeezed you to him.

“Sorry, Yn,” he mumbled bashfully, and you settled into one another (without suffocating) rubbing each other’s back until you dozed off, right there on the couch.

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Hey thanks for clarifying before now can I have some friendship(maybe secret crush)headcanons for Fuyuhiko, Peko, and Toko with a friend(reader) thats llike your generic dumbass but they are just like a soft dumbass, they are just too cute to get mad at no matter how stupid they are. So basically a giant cuddly dumbass that just radiate baby energy. Like they(reader)just run up to them saying they want to show them something cool and its just a pretty rock but they look so happy. gender neutral.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏɴɢ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ! ʙᴜᴛ, ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ!

ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ 3:26 ᴀᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴋᴀʟꜰꜰᴅᴊᴋꜰᴀʟ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

Peko Pekoyama

“I--What are you doing?”

You stand on the counter, arms extended straight out at your sides. You continue staring ahead with an expressionless face. “I see no god up here… other than me!”

Peko sighs, and you immediately look down at her with round eyes. “Oh, but you’ll always be my queen, Peko! I want you by my side forever!”

Since Peko is always wielding/cleaning her sword, you carry around pastel-colored bandaids and a small first-aid kit in your backpack.

You’re usually by her side, so your absence is always noticed quickly, if not immediately.

You once fell asleep somewhere you shouldn’t have, leaving Peko to ravage the island, searching every nook and cranny until she finally found you curled up in a corner of the airport. All she could do was sigh and crack a tiny, relieved smile. She transfers her sword to her hands before easing you onto her back. Her heart swells when you mumble something and wrap your arms around her neck. All the way back to your cottage, she chides you quietly.

“It’s not safe to be so vulnerable out here. If you’re going to fall asleep out here, do it while I’m with you. Then, you can sleep as soundly as you want.”

M A T C H I N G  B R A C E L E T S

You excitedly gave Peko a card to celebrate the anniversary of your friendship. Peko snorted upon seeing that all of the drawings inside were either stick figures or poorly colored. But you just looked so happy… she couldn’t even bring herself to tease you about it.

You both refuse to speak of this, but one night, Peko woke up to the flickering of a faint light and feverish whispering. She had switched into attack mode in a fraction of a second, only to stop dead in her tracks. You had been standing in the middle of the room, doing the renegade by the light of your phone. You froze upon her reaction. Both of you sat there, staring at each other for a solid twelve seconds. You then proceeded to finish the dance, looking her dead in the eye. Peko may have be tired, but she’d be damned if she let you do it alone. So, she does it while standing on her bed, but clearly lacking energy and motivation.

Ambushing Peko with affection is not uncommon for you. It happens rather often, you clinging to her waist and pleading with her, “Hey, tell me that story again! You know, the one where Fuyuhiko was being held captive and you swooped in with your sword and saved the day!”

When you found out that Peko loved fluffy things, you were ecstatic. You bundled her into your cottage immediately, showing off a small collection of stuffed animals that you had managed to cram into your backpack before your arrival at the island.

Peko selects a white cat plushie as her favorite. From that point on, it is your child. No arguments.

You tend to get lost, so Peko sarcastically suggested tying a balloon to your wrist so that you would be easier to find. But, you totally caught her off guard when your eyes began to sparkle and you shouted, “Can I pick the color?” When she doesn’t answer immediately, you grab her hands and hold them close to your own chest endearingly. “Pretty please? With marshmallows and cookie crumble and whipped cream and sprinkles on top?” Peko obliges. When the balloon is finally secured around your wrist, you are absolutely fascinated by it.

You often fawn over Peko’s skills; but when you do, you use interjections and sound effects because you aren’t able to convey your excitement with just words.

Okay, but she’s actually worried about you lmao

“You have… a lot of mosquito bites. What happened?”

“What? They’re not bites! They were giving me kisses, silly!”

You’ve tried multiple times to surprise her with tickle attacks, but they never work. The only time it went according to plan, you managed to get your hands on her for exactly 0.7 seconds before she turned the tables on you.

Platonic dates? Platonic dates.

You’ve 100% made her flower crowns whose petals match the color of her eyes. 

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

“So… I saw some sour candy in the supermarket. If you lend me the money, I’ll give you half of the rocks I found.” :)

“Considering the fact that you get an adrenaline rush from successfully flipping a pancake, a single piece would kill you immediately.”

Everyone who discovers you two are friends is immediately suspicious. When I say suspicious, I mean, “(Reader), whatever blackmail he’s holding over your head, you don’t have to be scared. We can take care of this together.”

But after witnessing a few of your interactions, they learn of one irrefutable fact.

The embodiment of rage and vulgarity bottled up in human skin does indeed have a weakness.

And that weakness is you.

It didn’t take long for Fuyuhiko to become aware of your appreciation for stickers and your tender heart. That being said, when you’re upset, he won’t object too severely when you request to smooth stickers all over him. He would prefer to keep this interaction private, but if someone does happen to catch him with giraffe stickers on his cheeks and rainbows on his jacket, then he’s going to wear them proudly, goddamnit.

And if anyone has anything rude to say about it, then I hope they can speak sign language, because all they’ll be seeing is hands.

You’re aware of his insecurities, and you can understand why he feels the way that he does. But that’s where you come in. You always seem to approach him at the right moments. 

By now, you’ve figured out that he doesn’t always need words to reassure him. It’s enough if you’re just there, ready with open arms and a glass of water. Fuyuhiko doesn’t cry often. But when he does, he ends up dehydrated more often than not.

Let’s be honest. After Fuyuhiko lost his eye, his depth perception was most likely shit. You were always at his side, one hand on his arm as you gently guided him from room to room. You watched over him.

Accidentally knocking over a drink? You were ready to wipe it up. Searching for something he lost? You were there, helping him look. Tripping or bumping into things? You were there with a first aid kit to patch him up.

You try to match his level of sass, but you’re highkey too nervous to swear and you usually stutter the last word of whatever witty comeback you manage to come up with. Fuyuhiko secretly thinks it’s adorable, and he doesn’t want you to lose that part of yourself. That’s why he always defends you when it comes to verbal beatdowns.

You once drew a face on an egg, and when Fuyuhiko questioned you about it, the only thing you could offer was a deadpan “our son.”

“What the hell--that’s an egg.”

“No! His name is Linguini and he’s our child!”

Fuyuhiko is exhausted bro.

You’ve approached him countless times, eyes glowing with awe and insisting that you need to show him something really cool. It’s usually just a rock or a piece of glass, though. He always has the urge to poke fun at you for it, but it fizzles away when he sees how utterly bewitched you are with your find.

One time, he had walked into the room to see you standing on the arms of an office swivel chair, knees bent and arms extended as you fought to maintain your balance. You seemed to be fairly steady.

Still, that didn’t prevent him from nearly falling into cardiac arrest on the spot.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

It had startled you, and the chair rolled out from underneath you. Fuyuhiko rushed to catch you. You both tumbled to the floor in a knot of limbs, lying there in varying degrees of pain. You were laughing. Fuyuhiko was absolutely most fucking not.

“Thanks for breaking my fall!” You had chirped, gesturing to the arm lodged under the small of your back to protect it.

“You little--” Fuyuhiko’s voice had been strained, but his tight-lipped grimace dissolved into a sigh at the sight of your smile. He disentangled himself from you and pressed the pad of his index finger into your forehead. Your lips formed a small “o” shape, your eyes crossing to try to keep track of his finger. “You need to be more careful from now on. I won’t always be here to catch you.”

“But, you’ll still patch me up afterward, right?” You poked his forehead back.

He huffed and pulled away from you. “To the best of my ability. But don’t push it.”

Toko Fukawa

Initially, the only reason that Toko set aside her natural distrust and suspicion of people in order to befriend you was because she thought that you were simply too innocent and simple-minded to ever think badly of a friend.

She thought that having such a sweetheart glued to her side would disperse her dubious reputation and make her seem less suspicious during class trials.

Yep… That’s the only reason she keeps you around...

Not because of the way her heart feels all fuzzy when you embrace her… Or because of how your eyes sparkle whenever she offers to let you read one of her new works… Or because of how relaxed she feels when you weave her hair into intricate braids…

Not at all…

Hahahashutuphahaha…

She often scolds you for being such a pushover when people disrespect you, but she means well. You insist that it doesn’t bother you, but she’s an expert on human emotion. She is a writer, after all. She knows that it haunts your thoughts for a while afterward, and she hates seeing you like that.

You’ve noticed that Toko bites her nails when she’s stressed, so you’ve decided to combat her habit by applying nail polish to her nails. That way, you figure, the taste of the nail polish will deter her from tearing at them with her teeth. She also has the option of picking off the nail polish, which is probably less harmful than chewing on them.

You also kinda sorta... believe that video game cheat codes work in real life, so you’re often moving around and jumping, shouting the combinations as you go.

“Right! Right! Left! Up! Left! Down! Right! X! Y! Now, confess your sins!” You command during a class trial, pointing vaguely toward the accused. Toko just quietly shushes you, dark circles rimming her eyes as she pats your head.

You’ve adopted the habit of narrating the things you do, like whispering “wiggle, wiggle, wiggle” when sliding your feet into your shoes and “shimmy, shimmy, shimmy” when slipping your charm bracelet past your hand onto your wrist. Coincidentally, Toko has also subconsciously started doing the same thing, and she cannot think of anything more irritating.

She once jokingly told you to stop being so dependent on her. You promptly flushed scarlet and snatched the box she had been carrying out of her hands, insisting that you were more than capable of taking it to storage yourself. You had marched indignantly out of the room and headed left, only for Toko to call out, “Uh, storage is the other way.”

You reappeared a moment later, now stomping in the opposite direction. “I knew that!” You huffed.

You’re aware of Genocide Jack, but you aren’t afraid. You whole-heartedly trust that your friendship is enough to outmatch Genocide Jack’s bloodlust, as naive as it may be. Your only response to Toko’s confession of having a split personality is to gift her a cherry-flavored lip balm with a bright smile. At first, Toko is confused. You explain that whenever Genocide Jack makes an appearance, their tongue is always lolling out of their mouth. You’re concerned that their lips will get dried out, and you want to do your best to prevent it.

Did Toko’s heart just burst? Maybe.

Toko shares her romance novels with you, but only the ones without sexual interactions. She believes that you’re far too pure for those. Plus, she would really not rather answer your questions about anything of that nature.

Toko is determined to preserve your purity. She’s very protective whenever someone shows the slightest bit of sexual or romantic interest in you, and has even referred to you as her baby before.

Whenever Toko gets insecure or anxious and covers her face with her hands, you gently remove them from her face with a soft giggle of “Peekaboo!” Toko doesn’t fight you as you carefully pull her into your arms and rest her head against your chest. In fact, she finds herself surprisingly close to tears when you inquire, “Hey, you want to hear a lullaby? I can’t remember who sang it to me first, but it always helps me calm down. So, I want to share it with you!”

There will be times when Toko is too busy writing stories to pay you any attention. But no matter! After a moment of consideration, you have an idea. You gather blankets and pillows and settle onto the floor beside Toko’s seat. Your arms loop themselves around her leg, and your head finds its way onto her thigh. It isn’t long before you doze off, Toko watching you in silent shock, face rosy with bashfulness and eyes wide.

Toko is very adamant about covering up her legs due to both the tally marks scored across her skin and the quote-on-quote “sturdiness” of her thighs. You, however, have an entirely different outlook. You reason, “the bigger your thighs, the more snacks you can hide under them!”