#Hiss!! Begone!! !!

[mewniemoon]

Hi thought this went without saying but don't fucking follow me if your a terf/transphobic. The hell?? I didn't even know transphobic people could exist in this fandom ;o;

[outw4rd]

im like a vampire but instead of a crucifix it’s a ringlight

[roman-writing]

a hiss of gold (2/2)

Fandom: Warhammer 40,000

Pairing: Katarinya Greyfax / Saint Celestine

Rating: E (smut and past trauma)

Wordcount: 16,837

Summary:  Katarinya struggles with life after Solemnace. Celestine struggles with life after Tsadrekha. Set directly after the events of ‘Our Martyred Lady’ and “Celestine the Living Saint”

read it here on AO3

[ashanimus]

I am currently hiding in the back office of my building for a zoom meeting. There are spreadsheets lying around. I do not have headphones so in the cool silence of my EMPTY FACILITY the chatter of action items, request for input, and internal policy are clearly audible. We are clearly closed from the outside. AND YET--

PEOPLE CAME IN! TO A CLOSED, DARK AND EMPTY BUILDING! ALL THE WAY TO THE BACK OFFICE WHERE I AM CLEARLY IN A MEETING. A publication clenched in their fist, raising their voice over the zoom audio of my boss asking me a direction question.

"Hi! Are you the manager? Do you have a minute?" Bro. I clearly do not have a minute.

[blue-panda-dragon]

Stay back spam accounts!!!

[ilikepotatoesofficer]

silencing the tumblr live notifications every 31 days has the same energy as a table of theater kids in the cafeteria all hissing and spouting Hamilton lyrics as the jocks and cheerleaders walk past

[honeyshiddendesire]

Can't Stop

Pairing: Eustass Kidd x Female Reader

Warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS BEGONE!!! 18+! Vaginal penetration, dirty talk, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names (baby, babe), Kidd being pussy drunkkkkkk

Summary: Porn without Plot it's just Kidd being drunk off that coochie lol

*One of the old stories I posted on my deleted Tumblr but thankfully I wrote it on my Google docs so it's back again !😍*

*banner*

Wet slaps, creaks and moans filled the room making your head swim. It was intoxicating the way he pressed into your pussy roughly. Pushing your legs back to your chest to get as deep into your cunt as possible.

“Some good pussy.” He murmured as his eyes locked to where you both were connected.

“Just like that! Kidd baby please~!” You moaned out.

Squish. Slap.

“Fuck babe! Listen to how loud your cunt is!” Kidd’s moan was raspy and drawn out, making you shiver. Body warming up to the praise he was giving you.

“F-feels so good~” You stare up at him as he owns your body in his large hands.

“Made for me, you know that right?” Kidd whispered when he looked at your eyes deeply, still a scowl on his face. Your pussy fluttering at the passionate attention he was giving you. His soft words never matching the harsh expression he always wore.

“Yes! All yours Eustass~” Moaning his name had the man’s eyes roll back and fuck into your spongy cunt faster. His abs flexing and rippling with every powerful thrust he delivered to your sopping wet pussy.

Moving his hands up higher until he was pushing your ankles back. “Eustass~!” You whined at the deeper angle and new stretch he was putting you in but the cocky bastard only smirked.

“Fuck yeah baby I know you can take it for me.”

You couldn’t hold back the screams from his powerfully deep thrusts. Your stomach feels so full from how he punched your insides.

“Ugh! YES~!” You screamed out throwing your head back from the pleasure.

“Yeah you like that don’t chu?” Kidd grunted as he pulled back just the tip before slamming down making you scream out.

“AH!! FUCK!” Tears sprung to your eyes that now rolled back, your hands falling above your head as you turned to mush. He was fucking you silly, your mouth unable to swallow your saliva as you started to drool.

“Holy shit Y/N! Do you even know how fucking good you look!? Dammit!” Every curse being hit with a harsh thrust that pushed you further into you a cock drunk madness.

“Yesyesyes! Fuck Kidd! Please give it to me! YES!” Your screams had the man’s body heat up and balls twitch, unprepared for just how hot you’d be. “Shit! Your cock is so fucking big~!” You hiss out the words but it only turns to a moan as he keeps beating up your pussy.

“Like taking my big cock though, huh baby?” He asked you, making you nod quickly with a whine. “Fuck yes! I love it so much~! Please use me for your big cock! Please Eustass~!”

“Damn right you love this big cock stuffing that pretty pussy of yours baby. Shit~ you feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick like this Y/N!” He moaned out in between thrusts, his grip on your ankles growing tighter.

Your gooey wall’s squeezed his girth tightly, squishing sounds making goosebumps form on his creamy skin. “Fuckfuckfuck!” He growled out, his cock thrusting on each curse in frustration. “Can’t last long with how fucking wet you are. Dammit!” He was practically whining at himself at this point since you were in euphoria.

“So! Big!” You sob out between his pounding, eyes not able to focus on the man above you anymore. Your dazed out look left him moaning deeply, fucking your poor cunt faster to chase his high.

“You take this big cock so fucking good! You have no idea.” Grunting as his eyes rolled back. “Shit! I gotta cum. FUCK!”

“Take my fucking cum got it?” Kidd asked when he leaned down placing his elbows on the side of your face caging you in. Your ankles by his ears which he turned his head to nip at. “Gonna make you my lil cum dump. Get this pussy all filled till you’re dripping for weeks.”

“Yes I need your cum so bad. Please Eustass give it to me~” Your cry doesn’t go missed by the red head as he rolls his hips smoothly into your spongy walls. Kissing along your neck till he was sucking under your ears.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans deeply against your neck before biting down a bit. Hips snapping in a frenzied pace as he fucks the endless ropes of cum into your leaking cunt.

Your walls tighten as the cord snaps, making you gasp as you claw at his back. Body and tits being rocked by the force of the large man using you roughly. Your pussy screaming with pleasure, your orgasm smacking you right along with him.

You came too many times to keep track.

“Eustass~!” You cried out with tears that he licked away as he fucked you shakily. Body buzzing with overstimulation that still couldn’t stop him. Huffing and whining as he fucked his throbbing cock into your stuffed cunt.

“Oh fuckkk~” Eustass couldn’t hold back the whine deep in his throat as he felt the tug of your walls when he dragged his cock back. You were folded into the mattress, his body pushing you deeper into the blankets.

“I can’t stop. Fuck~ Can’t. Stop~” His voice was so deep and drawn out that it made your pussy flutter.

Kidd was slobbering as he sucked on your neck, leaving bits and kisses all over. Loving how your skin sparkles with his spit covering you, his lipstick staining a trail of his passion.

“Don’t!” You start to scream, “Please don’t stop!”

“Fuck~ your pussy’s all mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” Kidd’s voice was a gravelly growl as he thrust harder making you cry out louder, voice getting hoarse. Lips kissing up your neck to your jaw until he reached your lips that he nipped gently.

“No one else can have this pussy. Got that?” Kidd asked against your lips before licking into your mouth to kiss you deeply. Your hands tangled in his hair roughly pulling him in closer.

“Mm~.”” You moan into each other's mouths, Kidd sucking on your tongue as it shoves its way into his mouth. His hips snapped sharply into your sensitive cunt as you both tongue kissed.

It was all too much for you to handle, his cock bullying your pussy and his deep kisses pushing you over the edge. Thick balls slapping into your ass making you shiver and pussy clench at the thought of filling you full again.

Pulling back slightly you mumbled into his mouth, “C-cum~ gonna cum.” You barely choke out between moans.

“Fuck ~ me too.” Kidd groans out before smashing his lips into yours making you whine as you hold him tighter.

Your pussy quivering as it wet his cock, both of you cumming together in a shaking mess. Tingling from overstimulation to the point of stars in both of your vision but neither caring.

When Kidd finally had his fill of fucking his cum into your pretty cunt he flipped you both over. Sighing when he landed on his back, throwing an arm behind his head.

“Yeah…No way I’m letting anyone else get a hold of you.” Kidd grumbled as he pulled you into his chest, his arm wrapped around you tightly.

“I can say the same about you, Captain.” You chuckle but it turns to a yelp when he pulls you in a soft chokehold almost.

“Hey I don’t have enough energy for a round three so leave the whole ‘Captain’ outta your mouth for now.” Kidd barked out against your ear making you giggle, “Okay okay~Eustass!”

“UGH! Just stop talking! Everything you say makes my dick twitch!” Kidd had to keep your mouth shut the whole night or he would’ve never gotten any sleep.

[sagesolsticewrites]

religion's in your lips, the altar is my hips

in which Steve takes care of you after a bad day

- including but not limited to: praise kink, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), Steve lowkey being a service dom 👀

(this is. very self-indulgent. very veryyyyyy self-indulgent. you have been warned <3)

a/n: huuuge shoutout to @upsidedownwithsteve's (aka Emmy, Queen of Smutty Sunday <3) most recent smutty Sunday event for giving me inspiration to write my very first smutty fic! Obligatory disclaimer that yes, this is my very first smut fic ever, I am an ✨asexual virgin✨ please manage expectations accordingly, yada yada yada. Also so many hugs to my bestie Kenz @fangirl-imagines for looking this over before I posted it ☺️ Kenzie has some incredible fics, go support her y'all!

Word count: 2870

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT. MINORS BEGONE. 🔞

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

You let yourself into your apartment with a sigh, shoulders relaxing the tiniest bit as you step over the threshold into your home and finally toe off your heels.

Bypassing the darkened kitchen and empty living room, you open the door to your bedroom, where you knew you’d find a shirtless Steve in the middle of his post-work ritual of playing some game on his computer.

He looks up as you enter, face brightening with a smile as he greets you.

“Hey baby, how was—”

In lieu of an answer, you flop face first onto the bed with a groan.

You can hear the smile fade from his voice as he hisses sympathetically, “That bad, huh?”

You lift your chin so it’s propped up on the pillow as you explain your terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

“You know that project that Marie was working on? She asked me for help on it, and I gave her some pointers, but she said she still wasn’t really understanding it so I ended up having to do all of it for her. And she’ll probably take all the credit for it, too.” You grumble, rolling your eyes, “And we had that meeting with our new clients, and my boss basically volun-told me to take notes for it, even though that’s really the liason’s job, and then she criticized me for not taking as detailed notes as Lauren even though that’s literally Lauren’s job! And she was there, she could’ve taken the notes, I don’t even—”

You shake your head in exasperation, shifting topics, “And then I didn’t even have time for lunch because Sara wanted me to help train the interns, and…” You end your rant with a groan, letting your face drop back into the pillow. “‘M just. So tired.”

“Sweetheart…” Steve’s voice turns soft as the pillow underneath your head, and he gets up from his spot at the desk to climb onto the bed, pulling you into his arms.

You curl into him instinctively, your head finding that space in the crook of his neck that feels like it was made for you personally, one hand coming up to toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, tracing patterns along the freckles and moles dotted along his skin.

“What can I do to help, honey?” Your boyfriend asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Jus’ wanna… I dunno, just. Stop.” You mumble against his shoulder, shrugging and curling further into him.

He hums in understanding, grabbing the hand that’s currently drawing invisible hearts around the moles near his collarbone and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“You’ve been doing so much for everyone today,” he murmurs, voice layered with understanding and adoration as he leans in and peppers tiny kisses over your forehead, your nose, your eyelids, and you relax even more as his voice washes over you, “Worked so hard.”

He pulls you closer, scattering kisses all over as you finally release all the tension you’ve been holding, letting out a sigh and shifting in his arms to face him. You don’t realize you’re straddling him until you’re pressed nearly flush against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

His lips brush over every part of your face, down to your neck and then back up as you become putty in his hands, murmuring soft words of praise to you the whole time.

“You just need to stop working now, huh? Need to stop thinking,” His lips draw a path to your ear, where he whispers, “need to let someone else do all the work, huh, baby?”

A shiver runs down your spine, constantly in awe of the power just his voice has over you. His hand settles on your hip, a comforting, grounding weight while his other hand brushes a strand of hair back from your forehead. His lips work their way back down over your cheek, stopping to hover just over yours, mouths brushing together as he murmurs in a voice like silk, “Is that what you want, honey? Want me to take care of you?”

Warm chocolate eyes meet yours, soft, caring, always ensuring he has your consent before he does anything.

At your near-imperceptible nod, he drags his hand up to cup your chin, thumb dragging along your bottom lip.

“Need your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you breathe, and that’s all the confirmation he needs to surge up and capture your lips with his.

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, his hands move to the thin strip of exposed skin where your shirt has ridden up. Your kisses become hungrier, ignoring your need for oxygen in favor of Steve’s plush, kiss-swollen lips, and he slowly drags up the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss briefly to get your permission.

At your eager nod, your shirt is off and tossed to some corner of the room, his mouth eagerly on yours once more.

You can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying this through his sweats, and you instinctively begin to rock in his lap, dragging your increasingly damp core over his.

His hands grip your hips, the familiar feeling sending a thrill through you… but rather than guiding your movements like he normally would, he holds them still.

You pull away, brow furrowed, but before you can voice your confusion, he flips you onto your back, moving to hover over you in one smooth movement.

“I told you,” he murmurs against your lips in a tone that sends a pulse of scorching heat to your core, “I’m doing all the work, sweetheart.”

The whimper you let out is muffled by his lips on yours once more, his wandering hands and hungry kisses making short work of turning you into a moaning, gasping mess.

“Steve,” you whine out his name as his lips travel down to your neck, and you can feel his smile against the hollow of your throat before he returns to licking and sucking dark patches into your skin, the occasional use of his teeth making delicious shivers shoot up your spine.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He mumbles against your skin, trailing his lips along your collarbone. His eyes meet yours, a mischievous twinkle mixed with the searing heat in them turning you molten as he asks, “What do you need?”

Unable to find the words, your hand finds his hair instead — God, that hair — and begins pushing him down towards where you really want him.

“‘M gettin’ there, honey, I promise,” he grins, pausing your efforts to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts, “Lemme take my time and I promise it’ll be worth it, ok?”

He reaches up to toy with the strap of your bra— a simple nude thing you could get away with wearing under a white shirt at work— a questioning look in his eyes answered by a furious nod from you.

He makes short work of the clasp, and that really should not be as hot as it is, but— oh who are you kidding, even his breathing is insanely hot right now.

You throw your head back as he presses kisses all over your chest, mumbling against your skin the whole time about how pretty you are, just gorgeous sweetheart, God, I can’t believe I get to do this for you…

Your head goes deliciously fuzzy with the praise, and you can’t quite form words so all you can do when he takes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it for good measure, is let out a keening “Ohhh” and instinctively tighten your grip on his hair.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Steve groans, the noise sending heat racing through your body, and you grin knowing you were the one to elicit it, “You sound fucking incredible.” He murmurs more praise as he turns his attention to your other nipple, giving it just as much attention and eliciting more gasps and moans and whines from you before he continues his journey south.

You lift your head and watch as Steve Harrington fucking beams when he reaches your stomach, your pouch poking out slightly more than you’d like over the waistband of your jeans.

He meets your eyes, his own swimming with sincerity as he begins to scatter kisses over your midsection.

“You”

Kiss

“Are”

Kiss

“Fucking”

Kiss

“Stunning”

Kiss

When it seems like he’s covered every single inch of your exposed skin in kisses, remaining stubbornly focused on your torso when what you really want is for him to be significantly lower, he meets your eyes as he plays with the waistband of your jeans, once again wordlessly asking your permission.

And once again, your furious nodding is all the consent he needs to peel your jeans off and toss them away.

“Sweetheart.” He breathes, wide eyes on where your jeans once were, “Honey. Baby. Are you trying to kill me?” He says in a strangled voice at the sight of your simple lacy panties in a deep, wine-purple color— a color Steve once drunkenly confessed was his favorite, though he told anyone who asked he preferred red.

You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your grin, “I thought you might like those.”

“Like them?” He murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your inner thigh, looking up through lidded eyes to meet your gaze as his own darkens, “I never wanna see you in anything else again.”

Your toes curl, and your breaths become shallow in anticipation as he scatters slow kisses all along your inner thighs, carefully spreading them apart, stopping when he gets to the edge of the purple lace.

He holds your gaze, gauging your reaction as instead of pulling them down over your hips to toss to yet another corner of the room, he simply…

Pulls.

The lace.

To the side.

You barely have time to let out a quiet, shaky, “Oh my God,” at the ravenous look on Steve’s face before his mouth is on you and you forget how to think, you forget how to breathe, you forget everything except Steve.

Let it be known: Steve Harrington knew how to eat a girl out.

He licks a thick, fat stripe up your center, gathering the moisture collected there before darting up to flick at your clit, an action that has you gripping the sheets like a lifeline, a stuttering moan that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s name escaping from your lips. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you close in an attempt to keep your hips grounded, and he continues a few more passes of the same lick, flick pattern until you’re a writhing mess underneath him, his current strategy both too much and not enough.

He pauses just long enough to meet your eyes, pressing a single kiss to your clit that sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, before diving in.

His tongue finds your entrance with ease, the way his nose pushes through the thatch of wiry hair to nudge at your clit providing extra stimulation as he makes short work of making you fall apart. His tongue swirls through your folds as he lets out a languid moan at your taste.

“So fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart.” He mumbles against your core, “So perfect, lettin’ me take care of you. This is all you needed, huh?” His eyes flick up to meet yours as you shudder and moan underneath him, struggling to keep your eyes on him.

He licks another languid path through your folds, savoring your taste, before continuing, his voice muffled as he licks and sucks at your entrance “Jus’ needed me to give you a break, needed me to tell you it’s okay to turn off your brain and jus’—” Steve punctuates his last words by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently “—be a good girl for me.”

The combination of stimulation to your clit and Steve’s words has your hips arching off the bed, despite your boyfriend’s best efforts to keep you still. You can feel him grin against you and let out a dark chuckle at the moan you let out at his last words in particular, the way your hand tightens and pulls at his hair all the evidence he needs.

Still, he asks you, though he doesn’t quite expect a coherent response.

“Aw, sweetheart. You like it when I call you a good girl? You like bein’ a good girl for me?” He purrs in a voice like syrup, lips still brushing your folds.

“Fuck, I— yes, Stevie,” you whine brokenly, gently gripping his hair in an attempt to bring him closer to where you want him, whimpering softly, “Stevie please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, scattering kisses frustratingly just outside your core, “Jus’ trust me, I gotcha.”

You resist the urge to move, to just grab him and put him where you want him, even as you let out a frustrated whine.

Just as your patience is about to run out, you feel him smirk against you before diving back in, holding your legs apart as he sloppily licks and sucks at your entrance, his tongue diving deep inside you.

You let out a gasping moan as he attacks your core, practically clawing at his hair in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer, your brain going fuzzy and then melting entirely when you hear the endless praise falling from his lips as he eats you out.

“So good for me sweetheart, just perfect— shit, do you have any idea how good you taste?” He groans against you, his thumb coming up to gently circle your clit as his other hand moves to splay flat over your hips, holding you as still as he can, “Could do this all fuckin’ day, god you’re amazing sweetheart—”

Then he clamps his lips around your clit and moans, and you’re fairly certain you’re going to die of pleasure, both your hands flying to grip his hair and yank as your back arches off the bed, your head falling back against the pillows, mouth open to let out a high, keening moan.

When you come back to your body, Steve is back to gently licking through your folds, and your hands claw at him, needing him to be closer.

“Steve,” you whine, “Stevie please, ‘m so close, I jus’— I need— please, baby.”

As your words turn into incoherent moans and pleas, Steve is quick to assure you, thumb returning to playing with your clit as he mumbles against you, “I know, honey, I know what you need and ‘m gonna give it to you, I promise. Been so good for me today, taken such good care of everyone, now it’s your turn, ‘m gonna make you feel so, so fuckin’ good, baby—”

He dives into you once more, thumb rhythmically circling your clit as his tongue hits every spot inside you in a pattern that has you turning to liquid underneath him, your legs hooking together behind his back to keep him right there, and your vision goes white as Steve brings you towards your release.

You let out a cry as you hit your climax, and Steve dutifully guides you through your orgasm, murmuring soft praises the whole time.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs as he pulls away, mouth glistening and pupils dilated wide. Your hand cards through his soft brown waves, chest heaving as you catch your breath. Steve brushes gentle kisses to your inner thigh, your hipbone, your stomach, following a path up to capture your lips with his own, swallowing the contented sigh you let out.

He pulls away, meeting your gaze with a smile as he pecks your nose.

“Feelin’ better?”

You hum contentedly, “Much.” Your thumb comes up to stroke his cheek as you pointedly glance down, “What about you?”

Steve lets out a mock-annoyed groan, forehead coming down to rest on your shoulder.

“Baby, we just went over the whole thing about you not needing to take care of everyone.”

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze, “Seriously, though,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, rolling to lay next to you and pulling you into his chest, “I’m fine. This was about you, and I’m so glad I could help take care of you for once.”

You cup his cheek, turning his face to yours. You hope he can see every sincere, tender thought in your expression as you simply say, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart. You know that.” He murmurs in response, lips quirking up into a small smile as he turns to press a quick kiss to your palm.

“So,” he says, fingers stroking through your hair, nudging your eyes closed, “nap time and then appetizer dinner? We’ve got mozzarella sticks and some chicken tenders I can throw in the oven.”

You grin, despite already being half-asleep, “That sounds perfect.”

You can feel his smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“I love you infinity.”

“I love you infinity plus one”

“I love you—”

“Alright, let’s call it a tie, babe.”

Tagging a couple friends! Hi besties @austin-butlers-gf @sassy-ahsoka-tano @dontbesussis

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hey, would love to see a slightly dom Tech x female smut with the prompt "remember you asked me to be rough"

this has been in my inbox for quite literally six months and a day. thank you for your patience, my creative muse has been so wishy washy. thanks to @/dystopicjumpsuit for the ending divider, the other one is mine

Use Your Words

Summary: Tech holds you to your word.

Warnings: 18+ minors begone; dom!Tech, f!reader, manhandling, armor kink kinda, Tech records everything it's a hobby, dirty talk, PiV sex

Word Count: 473

His hands are rough and insistent against your body, pulling clothing from you without a second care for where they end up. He hadn't even bothered to take his armor off; you'd fixed him with a heated look when he entered the cockpit, alone, and he'd simply gestured for you to stand with two fingers. He'd only asked you one question, voice steady and modulated: "How do you want me?"

Arching away from the cold durasteel ship wall, you gasp, cold racing over your skin even as heat burrows into your core. Tech uses the opportunity to slot one of his thighs between your own. Deftly, in the same movement, he snags both of your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. His other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise as he adjusts you to his liking. Desire, electric and insistent, hums through your veins. It only becomes more intense when your soaked folds make contact with the rough denim, separated only by the flimsy material of your underwear.

"Stars," you gasp. "Please, Tech."

The little red light on Tech's helmet never wavers when he tilts his head. "Please, what, cyare?"

"Please touch me," you whine. You try to rock your hips, gain some much needed friction on your aching clit, but Tech's grasp tightens impossibly. Through his goggles, his gaze hardens in warning.

"I am touching you," he states. "If you would like me to do something different, you must use your words." 

Swallowing hard, you try in vain to wrest control over your panting breath and racing heart. Maker, he'll be the death of you, and you'll greet death willingly if this is how you go. 

"Tech," you say, a pleading note in your voice, "please play with my pussy." 

You can't see the smirk, but you can hear it. "Why would I do that..."

The world spins as he flips you around and, one hand between your shoulder blades, pushes your chest flush with the cold metal wall. Hissing, you wiggle your hips, moaning at the vulnerability of the new position. 

"...when I can fuck it instead?" 

While he'd been talking, he'd freed his cock from the confines of his pants and, holding your panties to the side, splits you open over his hard length. A choked moan strangles in your throat at the sudden intrusion. Without any prep, the stretch is almost too much—almost. Your body accepts him like it was made to; pleasure alights every nerve. Tech doesn't stop until he's flush with your ass. Both hands come to rest on your hips. 

"Remember, cyare," he says, withdrawing without giving you a moment to adjust, "you asked me to be rough." 

Your mind goes blissfully blank as he fucks into you with abandon, fulfilling your request with every sharp thrust of his hips. 

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[demilypyro]

leave them alone get away from them dont talk to them BEGONE BEGONE HISS HISS HISS

[stinkrascal]

TRANSCRIPT

Breanna: So... much... walking... Vladislaus: We are almost there. The embassy is just down this path. Breanna: [ groaning ] My feet huuuuuurt...

Breanna: Why's this place gotta be so far away? Vladislaus: It is a tradition which originated from the ancient witches.

Vladislaus: You see, the witches built their guilds deep in the forest to mask the stench of their brews. The vampires learned of this tradition and adopted it. If you sift through enough history, you will find this is the case much of the time.

Breanna: Oh. Okay. You sure do talk a lot. Vladislaus: I apologize. I am rambling, aren't I? Breanna: That's okay. I like it.

Frankie: 'Scuse me, little lady. I hope ya don't mind if I borrow your friend for a second.

Breanna: We're kinda in the middle of something. Vladislaus: [ murmurs ] What are you doing? I'm busy!

Frankie: Yeah, I been real busy tryna find your skinny ass. Nadia's been asking for you. Truth be told I was gettin' kinda worried. But I see now you was occupied.

Frankie: You must be the new vampy I been hearin' about. The name's Frankie, it's a real pleasure. Vladislaus: That's very good, now why don't you go on and--

Breanna: So you do know each other.

Vladislaus: [ clears throat ] Breanna, wait here a moment. I must speak with my... associate.

Breanna: You're telling me to leave?

Vladislaus: [ hissing uncontrollably ] What are you doing here?! Frankie: You really gotta get that under control little man.

Frankie: You're a real bitch-and-a-half to find, y'know that? Vladislaus: Mind yourself. Can't you see I am tending to my student?

Frankie: Oh yeah? That's what you're calling it now? Vladislaus: [ sighs ] I already met with Nadia. Tell her to leave me be. There's no need for this confrontation. Frankie: Confrontation? I'm asking how ya doin'. What's confrontational about that? We're pals, ain't we?

Vladislaus: ...I appreciate your concern, but this is an inopportune time. Frankie: How so? Vladislaus: Well... you see... how do I put this... delicately?

Vladislaus: [ sighs ] Can we discuss this later? Frankie: Oh, yeah? Vladislaus: Please, begone, let me tend to my student.

Frankie: Yeah, yeah. See ya around. Don't be a stranger. Vladislaus: ...Yes. Okay.

Frankie: Where'd your little friend go? Vladislaus: She's right behind-- Vladislaus: ...Breanna?

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine learning the Red Hair pirates are superstitious

Shanks: *Grasps your shoulders and leans down to make eye contact* We'll be back in a few days to check out the ruins, to see if it's safe. If it isn't, once it's cleared out, and we've set up camp we'll come back for you. In the meantime, you and the rest of the crew will prepare to restock the ship's stores.

You: *the only civilian member of the crew* Okay, safe journey *gives him a kiss on his forehead*

Shanks: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) !

Benn: oi oi, what's going on here? How come he gets smooches?

Shanks: don't harass the poor thing, you aren't entitled to their kisses.

You: *chuckles* Do you want a peck on the forehead too Benn?

Benn: Yes please7

Yassop: *raises his hand* I would also like one please.

You: alright, if you would like a kiss goodbye line up and make sure your forehead doesn't taste like sweat.

The entire landing party of thirty dudes: *lines up and patiently waits for their turn*

Benn: hey hey! Shanks, get out of line, you already got one!

Shanks: Yeah, but two kisses would be even better!

Benn: *Once he gets his kiss he drags Shanks off the ship*

Two day later in the camp they've set up

You: *carrying a jug of fresh water into camp*

Lime Juice: There you are, been looking everywhere for you. We're going mushroom hunting.

You: okay

Lime Juice: *stares expectantly at you*

You: uh... happy hunting?

Lime Juice: *takes off his hat, presents his forehead to you and points at it*

Howling Gab: Oh I want one too! *Gets in line*

Lime Juice: It'll probably be the best part of my afternoon, because this trip is gonna blow.

You: *rolls your eyes and gives each of them a kiss goodbye*

Yassop: What are you talking about we're gonna have a great time.

Lime juice: and how's that?

Yassop: Because I'm a fungi!

Howling Gab: You have a fuck load of those loaded and waiting, don't you?

Yassop: *playful teasing* you'll just have to wait and see. Now that ya wimps done getting a kiss goodbye from yer mommy, are you ready to get a move on?

Howling Gab: Says the man that went to them about a nightmare not even two nights back.

Yassop: * hiss through his teeth* You said you wouldn't say anything!

Howling Gab: *shakes his head* you asked me not to say anything to the boys, you didn't specify our friend here. Do you really not want a kiss goodbye? You're gonna regret it.

Yassop: Fuck no, they snog the boss all the time, and who knows where his mouth has been.

You: I did watch him eat a bug earlier on a dare.

Lime Juice: *gags at the thought* alright that's enough of that, let's go, I need a distraction to forget I ever heard that. *Pushes them towards the treeline*

You: * yells after them* Hey wait, before you go have you seen the boss?

Yassop: He went to hunt for big game with Benn and Bonk Punch.

That evening

Howling Gab, Lime Juice, and Yassop: *return to camp with some time later*

Yassop: *being carried because he injured his leg*

You: *smack Hongou who is reading a book next to you and points*

Hongo: What happened!

You: I'll go get the medical bag.

Howling Gab: dumbass got too close to the edge of a sinkhole and fell in.

Monster: *runs over to Hongo crying in panic, and trying to pull him towards the treeline*

Hongo: Sorry bud I can't, I'm busy.

Bonk Punch: *limps out of the forest carrying the bloodied unconscious bodies of Shanks and Benn*

Hongo: Put them over here!

Bonk Punch: These two go lured off a cliff by a kitsune, and I barely got away when it attacked me.

Hongo: un-fucking-believeable.

Lime Juice: Look out! We got company! *Points his weapon at the tree line.*

Kitsune: *bursts through the undergrowth and snarls at all of you*

You: I got the bag!... what the fuck is that thing?

Kitsune: *starting to realize it fucked up*

Howling Gab: Begone thot! *Throws a coconut from a basket and whips it at the canine's head*

Lime Juice: *roars and chases it away and swinging his sword*

Yassop: how the hell did you three lose to that thing?

Bonk Punch: it got the jump on us, what happened to you?

Yassop: fell into a sinkhole, I'll be fine once (y/n) kisses it better.

Hongo: well there'll be no kissing for you, (y/n) is busy helping me stitch these two up.... And we were doing so good, since we laid anchor not a single one of you has been hurt. I was so proud of us because that was something we've never done before.

Yassop: ...you're right, one of us always gets hurt.... And the only people who left camp today that didn't get hurt were Lime and Howl....

Howling Gab: I told you would regret not getting a kiss from em before we left, but no you didn't listen.

You: it's okay, I have time for two kisses *gives a forehead kiss to both Bonk Punch and Yassop before running off to go help Hongo*

Bonk Punch and Yassop: *no longer in pain, and are officially freaked out*

Yassop: The fuck sort of magic is this? *Walks around testing his leg for pain*

The crew: *connect the dots to what's happening and to you *

You: Can all of you stop staring? They both probably got muscle cramps from dehydration that went away because they drank something and got to sit down for a while.

The Crew: *not going to risk it*

Coming Soon

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Yandere Shang Tsung x Reader: Wrapped Around You (Angst Lemon)

Warning⚠️: This oneshot contains a NON CON scene with a yandere. Angst.

First one in 4 years. Don't like that; don't read, don't comment, keep scrolling.

Or if you want to read for the plot without reading the lemon look for the ⚠️ start and end.

Bonus at the end btw ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dining hall was so chilly to you. Especially because of the dress you were put in. Or it could be the anxiety.

Is that why the room seemed smaller to you? You could've sworn this place was large enough to hold events. Every room you were in just seems smaller.

You're scared.

"Y/n, darling. Why aren't you eating your meal? This is the finest steak you could find in Outworld." You can tell he's staring at you from across the table.

Your eyes were blanklessly focused on the fancy dinner plate before your eyes, but you weren't thinking about the food, no.

Really, the thought of any food right now made you the opposite of the corresponding feeling. Nauseous.

Though ever since you were seized by him and taken, and though you were barely fed at first, you never had the urge to eat.

The food would look appetizing if it was your last meal.

You picked your fork up just to somewhat appease him and poke your food. You could make out the perfectly cooked mashed potatoes, some fine bread rolls, and greens. The steak looked medium well and juicy, but you assume the cows, if Outworld even have those, were different from Earthrealm.

Picking the knife up, you sighed and went to give the steak a try. You felt his eyes boring into you, and you tried not to give it any thought.

Chewing, chewing, chewing, and chewing you go. Not because the steak, it was like you lost your ability to consume. The meat is delicious, otherwise. But you began poking at your food again.

"Not hungry?" He coos at you.

"Never am." You coldly applied, subconsciously ruining the perfectly scooped mash potatoes with your silverware.

Servants entered the hall with the alcohol bottle. The atmosphere felt less tight now that someone else was here. But who are you kidding? They're no heroes.

But the wine they pour into your glass would make them one in your book.

The second they stop pouring the rich liquid in your cup, you'd grab it. Eyes on you as you slowly tilted your head back to down the alcohol and get it in your system as soon as possible.

That glass was empty within ten seconds. Shang Tsung sets his glass down after a small sip and observes you with no certain expression.

"Another one, please." You set your glass down and looked at the masked servant. They were hesitant, but they listened.

Filling the glass full took too long for you. When it was close to being full, you snatched the cup away and repeated. You drank your second glass faster this time.

After it was stained pink and empty, you pushed it to the servant. Just as the servant was about to listen to the silent command-

"That's enough!" Shang Tsung hisses out at the servant and motions for them to begone out of sight.

After the giant doors closed, the hurtful silence was back. At least you felt bold enough to look into his eyes. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, nor would you have cared.

He was the one to break off the eye contact to take another small sip of his drink and set it aside. "I don't need you intoxicated tonight."

You weren't sure if that was him looking out for you.

Standing from his chair and neatly pushing it back in, he eyes you again. "Come." He motions his head for you to stand and follow him.

"Where?" You shivered.

"My chambers. So we can talk." He answered simply.

This man is so good at bullshitting.

"We're talking right now, are we not?" You spoke back.

"I reassure you. We're just talking. You have my word." He places a hand on his chest and dips his head. It makes him appear sincere.

Either way, you couldn't fight him. "Okay." You sniffled and got up.

The man offers his arm to you, and you take it as he leads you upstairs to his dorm. He was muttering things to you with his charming smile, but you couldn't pay attention.

And when you two enter, you look back at him and see he quietly closes the double doors and locks it with a key that he would then vanish in his hand.

Yet, nothing has crossed your mind.

"Sit." His hand gestures to the bed. Walking slowly, you sit at the very edge and only kept your head down. His feet taps on the floor as he would sit beside you and way too close.

A hand rested on your shoulder, and you froze, not wanting to shake anymore and show how scared you are.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers before leaning in.

"When do I return to my cell?" Your voice whispered shakily. You stopped him at least. For the moment.

"Oh, a cell doesn't suit you, Y/n." Shang brushes your hair out your face full of anxiety and fatigue. Again he leans to you and you flinched back.

"What do you want to talk about?!" Your panic was visible. And all he does it laugh.

"You already know I was dishonest."

You knew.

Uncomfortable, you got up and slowly walked to the door. You really didn't want to do it. You felt shitty the moment you were brought to the island.

He doesn't stop you. Only watches as you reach for the doorknob.

Attempting to open it, you realized it was locked. And it wasn't like the door in your home where you could turn the lock and leave your room. This one has a keyhole...

But he teleported that key to gods know where.

Hands rubbing your sides sensually, you feel him behind you. "Why don't you just come back to bed?" He murmurs in your ear.

...(⚠️ START)

You started to dissociate as you were laid carefully on your back. Shang props your legs up before looming over you to attack your neck with love kisses and nibbles.

A hand lifts your given dress and cups your swimsuit area, which makes you wince. The small sound seemed to encourage him.

Giving your neck another kiss, he lifts his head to look at you. You got to look back at him and feel the despair kicking in.

"Please." Your eyes were clouded.

Wiping the tear, he sighs softly. "Don't cry. I won't be rough with you. You can trust me on that."

And you didn't. You could pray he was, but it wouldn't change anything. You just wished you were home with your friends. You missed Liu.

Slipping down your panties from under your dress, he looks at your face before slowly easing a finger inside you to test the waters.

Your eyes shut, and you winced. Perfect.

He adds another digit in before repeatedly pulling and pushing them in the wet entrance, fingering you to get you ready.

Shang really is keeping to his word this time.

"You're such a good girl." He praises as you weren't fighting at all. You just kept a really tensed position, clenching around his fingers. Your breathing was unsteady from panic.

"Please!" You wheezed. This would be your last plea for him to release you. A snake wouldn't listen to a poor bunny crying to be freed as the reptile wraps tightly around it, squeezing the life out the helpless critter.

"Relax." The sorcerer coos, still trying to prep you. "You'll make it hurt if you're tensed like this."

Soon enough, he got you out of the dress he made you wear for him. He quietly observed how beautiful you are without covering. All while ignoring how frantic you were.

He would get undressed as well. He's a handsome man with hideous deeds.

You whined out more as he climbs over you. At first, he presses his forehead against yours and tries to shush you. He'd force you to cuddle up to him before he starts.

Was this what Sonya had to go through? No. Sonya is a stronger woman. And she got rescued sooner. Good for her that she doesn't have to face the same fate as you will.

The villain was back to kissing your neck again and nuzzling it, hands caressing you everywhere. You were involuntarily damp between your legs and when he feels it he chuckles.

He takes it as you're ready.

Feeling his tip right against you, he rests his forehead against yours. Gripping your chin, he forces his tongue in your mouth the same time you feel his cock slowly being pushed through your poor walls.

The kiss muffled your brief cries, and your nails were scratching his shoulders, eventually his back as you would hug around him for some sort of support.

He'd still hold up to his word.

His dick all the way inside you, he held still. He didn't start ramming you. He wasn't going to break you just like that and make you sob throughout the assault.

Why is he being nice this time? He's in a position to cause more pain to you but he doesn't.

Breaking the kiss, he examines your face. You had dried tears but your breathing was still labored, and you do your best to accommodate to the cock in your organs.

One experimental thrust was given. Seeing your face blushed in the reaction without much pain was all he needed to see.

"Mm.... fuck..." You moaned under your breath, and Shang Tsung hears it well.

"Is this to your liking?" He continues to gently hump you. You damn well weren't going to answer that question. You didn't need to either way. He can tell it felt good for you.

Again, he presses you back into the mattress and kisses you as he sets a good pace fucking you. His cock moving in and out your cunt as his tongue pets yours, dominating it like what he's doing right now.

It felt like this was going on for hours. Being the sensitive girl you are, you came multiple times. But it didn't stop until finally he puts his weight onto you and clamps down onto your neck.

At first you were startled until you felt spurts flowing inside you and to your precious womb.

...(⚠️ END)

The black haired man pulls out and lays beside you, catching his breath.

The shame washed over you as the heat died down. And you curled up on your side, facing away from him.

Dark eyes looking at your back he places a soft hand on you. "How was that, dear?"

He wasn't expecting a full breakdown from you like that. You just started to cry. "I just want to go back to my cell. Please!"

Caught off guard he sits up. "Was I too rough with you? Believe I was trying to make it enjoyable for you, I-"

Resting a hand on your lower half for reassurance was a mistake as you reacted terribly. 

 "Very well... Let's get you cleaned up. I will take you to the dungeon if that's really what you wish for." He listens.

*Bonus!*

"Is she alive, Lord Raiden?"

"She's in a deep slumber, Liu Kang. I see no wounds on her, but we should probably let her rest. Elder Gods know what she had to endure."

The familiar voices brought you out of the unconscious state. Grumbling, everything was so bright. You felt like you finally touched the grass and experience sunlight for the first time in forever.

"She is awake!"

𝘖𝘩𝘩, 𝘓𝘪𝘶! 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥!

"Liu Kang? Lord Raiden?" You blinked.

"We're here, Y/n L/n." The Thunder God answers.

Liu helps you stand up and brushes the dirt off you. "We apologize for how long it took to come to your aid! Did he hurt you?"

"Who- Oh. No..." You didn't sound that reassuring. Liu known you for awhile.

"Are you sure? You can-"

"Just malnutrition." You cut him off. You didn't want to talk about it. Not now at least. But it was still pretty recent. The emotional wound was fresh and stung like hell.

Tears appeared in your eyes just thinking about it.

"Y/n?" Liu rubs your shoulder out of comfort. You hugged him. You needed it from your friend.

"What he'd do, Y/n?" Caring arms wrapped back around you, this time from a good man.

"Nothing. I really missed you." You partially lied.

[daechwitatamic]

Shut Up! || A KNJ Drabble

(banner by @itaeewon - thank you jen, especially for the super fast turn-around!!)

Title: Shut Up!

Summary: Once Namjoon’s on a roll about something, there’s really only one sure-fire way to shut him up. Ironically, it isn’t his mouth that needs to be full.

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (no gender mentioned) Genre: NSFW - minors begone!!!!, pwp (who tf am i omg), married!au WC: 1.4k Warnings: language, kissing, oral (m. receiving), maybe a lil dumbification im not actually sure, bodily fluids very present, i guess reader is a bit dom? 

A/N: I DON’T KNOW WHO WROTE THIS, I WAS POSSESSED, THERE IS NO JO HERE. 🙈 

Also, this is ENTIRELY @here2bbtstrash’s fault, or at least this anon’s fault!!!!

Thank you @kookstempo for the beta job!!!!! 🦃 💕💕💕💕

“Oh my god,” you lament, throwing your head back into the plush couch behind it, eyes rolling back, breath escaping you in one short huff. And not even for the good reasons. 

Though… there’s an idea.

“What?” Your husband looks at you innocently, eyes a little wide at your uncharacteristic outburst. “What’s wrong?”

“I love you,” you say, fighting back a smile. His eyebrows raise a little; you’ve been together long enough that he knows this must be coming first to soften a blow. “I love hearing your thoughts. I love that we can share our thoughts with each other.”

“But?” he chimes in intuitively, chin starting to jut, anticipating defensiveness.

You gesture at the tv a little wildly. “But we paused the episode because you had something to say about it forty-two minutes ago. I timed it!”

He blinks at you, like this cannot possibly be true. 

“Okay,” he says slowly, “but the thing is–”

“No!” you cry, tossing the remote onto the coffee table and sitting up to look at him. You have officially hit your breaking point. “Namjoon, no! Please - let me put the show back on.”

“Okay,” he repeats, “but -”

“No!” you shriek, and then you scramble up his tree of a body and press your nose to his, bumping his glasses so they’re slightly askew. Against his lips, you whisper, “Shut up, shut up, for the love of God, shut up.”

His hands come and rest low on your hips, practically on your ass, and he gives your nose a little nudge with his own, his lips pressing to yours - not so much a kiss as a fumble. 

“It’s just that -” he mumbles against your mouth, and you know - you know - he’s fucking with you on purpose, now. He’s hard beneath you already; he knows as well as you do what you’re planning.

“Shut up,” you tell him again, kissing him in earnest this time, your fingers going for the hem of his t-shirt. He takes off his glasses and tosses them blindly towards the coffee table, then lifts his arms so you can pull the fabric around his head. 

You go for his joggers next, and he lifts up eagerly as you slide them and his boxers down in one go. He kicks the black material free from his ankles and spreads his legs a little without you even telling him to, knowing exactly what’s coming.

Five years of marriage will do that; he knows the steps of this dance well, just like you know that the second your mouth is around him, you’re only getting one syllable words out of him until it’s done. It’s the only truly effective way to shut this man up.

You slide your hands up the insides of his thighs, pressing your nails in just a bit as you do. Namjoon hisses, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. You reach for the base of him, purposely brushing your fingertips along his balls on their way by, just lightly enough to leave a tingle, to make him shiver. 

You pump him once, twice, as you settle on your stomach between his legs, and glance up to see how he’s doing. He’s looking down at you, those eyes dark and glinting sharply, and he brushes one hand over the top of your head as he exhales, waiting. 

He doesn’t say a word. What a good boy. 

You lick thick stripes from the base, stopping before the head each time - just to tease him. Just to build it up. He grunts each time you stop short, but when you pump him again - now slicked with spit - he sighs in relief, letting out a wispy, “God, yeah,” on a breath.

You reward him by wrapping your lips around his tip, tonguing his slit for the barest second before sliding further down his shaft, your hand working the part you haven’t reached just yet. 

In all honesty, sloppy blowjobs aren’t usually your thing. You love to go down on Namjoon, love to hear what sounds you can pull from him, love to watch his eyebrows furrow and his adam’s apple bob. But messy, not usually. Special occasions only. 

Tonight feels special. Tonight you have a goal. You want to render this genius man absolutely stupid. You want him to be devoid of any words that aren’t your own name.

You work both hand and mouth over him, the glide smooth as you let spit past your lips on each pass. 

“Fuck,” Namjoon gasps as you tongue the underside of his cock on a downward pass.

You hum happily, setting a steady rhythm, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing him down just a bit more each time. When your lips’ seal around him breaks, releasing a wet, sloppy slurping noise through the otherwise quiet room, Namjoon groans above you. 

“God,” he utters again, his voice so low you feel it in your toes, and you lift your eyes to take him in. His chest is flushed dark, heaving. The fingers of one hand twist in the throw blanket on the arm of the couch behind him, the other hovers near you, like he wants to touch but doesn’t want to break the spell. 

You relax your jaw and take him down as far as you can, using both hands to hold his trembling thighs in place as you bring your nose closer and closer to his stomach. Once you’ve taken him as far as you’re able, you hold him there, your throat spasming around him. He whines, which almost makes you laugh, so you release him with a messy pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Shit, shit,” he gasps, the muscles in his stomach rippling beautifully. You take him in your hand again as you catch your breath, let your throat recover for a second. 

You smile deviously, and purr, “Not so much to say now, hmm?”

His eyes fly open, disbelieving, his mouth falling open to gasp his next breath. His eyes flutter closed again as you continue to glide your hand from base to tip and back, and he shakes his head weakly, voice broken as he manages, “N-no. Fuck.”

You take him in your mouth again, hand keeping a steady but lazy rhythm at the base, reveling in the noises that drip from his mouth - desperate pants punctuated sharply by deep grunts as he fights to control himself, the curses he mumbles, barely audible, sharp consonants tripping out of his mouth as his abs flex in time with your movements.

You know he’s close when he starts bucking minutely into the heat of your mouth, staccato grunts morphing into long, legato groans. This is one of your favorite iterations of your husband - fucked out, eyes squeezed shut, sweat rolling from his brow into his dampened hairline, his brain finally silenced as he chases the feeling, chases his high. 

His hand comes to your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he moans wordlessly. You take the warning seriously, popping off his tip and speeding up your hand as his feet press into the couch desperately, hips bucking just a little. You’re sure he’d rather come in your mouth, but you’re feeling selfish tonight. You want to see what he gives you.

His moan warbles, volume increasing as his hand tightens in your hair, and then he’s releasing rope after rope of cum; most of it lands on the flat of his stomach, but the last bit dribbles down the side of his softening cock, running over your fingers. Your slow your hand, watching his face carefully, until you can tell he’s spent. 

You give a self-satisfied hum, sitting back on your haunches to admire your handiwork. He opens one eye blearily, a smile coming over his face. 

“Okay,” he breathes, laughing a little. “I’m done talking now.”

eeeeeeep!!!! hope you enjoyed thank you for reading!!!!!

[moonspirit]

Linking on to the cat post, it did not start like that…… the cat at first was not a fan of armin, and they had a small rivalry going on.

Annie is sleeping soundly and the cat is on armins side, he can’t move it cause it will start hissing so he takes the sofa of the floor.

Annie pets the cat, he tries to and he gets hissed at.

Trying to do some paper work and he has these eyes gleaming at him.

And if u ask Annie “I don’t know what u mean, Donut is an angle aren’t u sweeetie” (proceeds to pet donut as he acts innocent in front of his mum

Okay yeah, that is DEFINITELY happening xD

It's Armin vs Donut - both of them love Annie to bits and are constantly in this weird state of soft competition. Armin isn't all that bothered by it, nor is he too jeaous (*aherm....*), but Donut takes it VERY seriously. That's HIS Annie, you hear? This shyboi who seems to think it's okay to sleep on HIS and Annie's bed is delusional. He's feedind Annie sugar and bread - what's that good for?! Meanwhile I'm bringing her a mouse every day - a healthy, nutritious, balanced diet. Annie also too pretty for him! Begone, you silly creature walking on two legs, you're weird.

Armin is.... bewildered. Just WHY doesn't Donut like him? He's getting him the best treats and the trendiest cat toys... but Donut hisses if he's within a metre's-distance of Annie! Unbelievable. Sometimes he watches Annie and Donut kiss and kiss and kiss and begins to wonder if he should just. leave?? (RIP him feeling less wanted than a cat; ofc he would).

It all changes one fine day when Armin dolefully stares at a very unimpressed Donut and says: "why don't you like me, hm? You're a good kitty, aren't you?"

That's it.

Good Kitty.

Fuck.

Donut is S H O C K E D as his automatic-purring-system starts to go haywire, even tho the rest of his body his actively FIGHTING IT. Like. WHAT. YOU SILLY CREATURE. I AM - A BIG DANGEROUS ANGRY TOMCAT. I COME FROM DARKNESS AND FEED ON FEAR. You THINK you can just? Call me a GOOD KITTY???

*tail viciously and uncontrollably curling with affection*

RIP Donut.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Welcome Home

Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him

Special thanks to my bestie @winniemaywebber for making a whole playlist for this fic??? What??? What in the world did I do to deserve such wonderful friends 😭

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration), some dom/sub dynamics if you squint (Rosie’s switchyyyy in this 🥰), swearing, mentions of scars/wounds, historical inaccuracies (18+! minors begone!)

Word count: 1.8k!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Masterlist

You wait anxiously on the train platform, amongst a hundred other wives and mothers and friends waiting for their loved ones’ safe return.

When Rosie had told you that he was re-enlisting after his first tour… a thousand emotions had run through you at once. Terror. Disbelief. Pride. Of course your Robert wouldn’t be satisfied until the job was finished.

And now it was. Germany had surrendered, and Rosie was finally coming home to you.

There was a hiss and a squeal as the long-awaited train pulled to a stop, and then a cacophony of shouting and joyous cheers as loved ones called to each other.

You scan the sea of joyful reunions, searching for a familiar head of curls.

A shout of your name makes you turn your head, and there he is.

Eyes sparkling, mustache neatly groomed, looking as handsome as ever in his dress uniform, stood Rosie.

Your feet carry you to him as if they have a mind of their own, and Rosie fights through the crowd to meet you halfway, catching you as you launch yourself into his arms.

You laugh in disbelief— he’s here, holding you, he’s real— as you urgently press your lips to his, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back spilling over your cheeks.

You pull away just enough to catch your breath, noses pressed together, lips brushing as you murmur soft, hurried greetings of “welcome home, baby,” “missed you so much,” “so, so proud of you.”

After what feels like an eternity of being back in his arms, lips locked in a passionate kiss, Rosie pulls away just slightly.

“Take me home, honey pie,” he murmurs, and you nod eagerly.

You let out a yelp of surprise as, rather than setting you down to lead you out to the car, Rosie simply turns and carries you out to the lot with you securely in his arms.

He pulls you in for yet another urgent kiss when he sets you down as you arrive at the car, and the promise of more sparking in his eyes has you speeding to your Brooklyn apartment.

It’s difficult to unlock the door with his lips attacking your neck, never mind his wandering hands, but you manage it, and close it quickly behind you as Rosie wastes no time in leading you to your bedroom.

“I missed you,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling you flush against him, his hands resting low on your waist, “so much, honey.”

“Missed you,” you whimper, fumbling with the buttons as you make quick work of tossing his jacket off to some corner of your room as he does the same to your dress.

He catches on quickly, yanking off his tie and drab olive shirt, leaving him just in his slacks as he walks you backwards, leaving a trail of hot kisses all down your neck.

“Been dreaming about this for so long,” he mumbles against your skin, “Thinkin’ about what I was gonna do to you when I got home.”

You shiver as he lays you down gently on the bed, his fingertips tracing the satin edges of your brassiere.

“Want me to show you?”

His voice is hoarse and raspy against your ear, making goosebumps appear all over you.

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands wandering over his exposed skin for the first time in far too long, “Please.”

You feel him grin against your skin as his mouth attacks your neck, making your back arch off the bed. 

Once your neck has been thoroughly kissed, sucked, and nipped into submission, he steps back to admire his handiwork.

You let his gaze linger on you until you can’t stand it and lift one leg to nudge him into doing something, your breath hitching when he grabs your ankle, his eyes darkening.

A glint in his eye, he bends down to brush a kiss to your ankle, your calf, your knee… he kisses his way up your leg, making you whine when he avoids your increasingly damp core in favor of continuing his path up to your hipbone. He stops to scatter kisses all along your stomach before mouthing at the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of your brassiere.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your breast reverently, “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, trailing his lips to wrap around your nipple and suck.

His name leaves your mouth in a cry as he swirls his tongue around your peaked bud, pulling away with a pop to turn his attention to your other breast. 

Your hand buries itself in his curls as he pulls away once more, tugging him up for a kiss. His tongue meets yours as you moan into his mouth, grinding up into him with a whine in an attempt to ease the pressure in your core.

“I gotcha, honey, I gotcha,” he breathes against your lips, his searing blue gaze locking on yours as his mouth follows a trail down, down, down to the waistband of your panties.

“Robbie,” you whine, the old nickname tumbling from your lips as he digs his teeth softly into the flesh above your waistband, gently easing your underwear off.

“Oh, honey,” he gasps, taking in your damp core, “When I tell you I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Before you can grind out an impatient stop talking, his mouth is on you.

You moan, long and loud, as he licks deep through your folds, his nose at the perfect angle to add just the right amount of pressure to your clit.

“Shit, darling,” he groans as he licks and sucks at your core, the vibrations making your toes curl, “Taste even better than I remembered, fuck—”

Unable to keep eye contact, your head falls back against the bed with a choked whine, your hands finding their way down to grip at Robert’s curls.

Each talented movement of his tongue brings you closer to release, that string of tension in your belly growing tighter and tighter. 

Robert’s tongue brushes a very particular spot inside you that has you gasping for air, giving his curls a particularly aggressive yank, which in turn causes him to growl against you— and that’s the moment that the string snaps and sends you over the edge.

You feel Robert’s mouth move frantically against you as you ride out your orgasm, his mouth and mustache damp with your release as he pulls away, brushing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about doing that, honey,” he says, kissing his way back up to your mouth, “But none of them came close to the real thing.”

You smile into the kiss before he pulls away, hovering over you.

You take the chance to scan over Rosie’s body, tracing the lines and curves of him with your fingertips, taking in the scars and scrapes and bruises.

He freezes above you, avoiding your eyes as you try to meet his gaze, concerned.

Eventually, you realize what he’s having difficulty with.

“Robbie,” you say softly, cupping his cheek so his eyes meet yours once more, “You’re beautiful. These scars don’t change that. And I know you may not believe me right now—” you begin to brush featherlight kisses to the scrapes and bruises decorating his face and neck, “— but I’ll keep reminding you every day until you do.”

At his unconvinced nod, you take a chance. You leverage your weight and flip so that you’re now the one hovering over him.

“These scars—” you say between gentle kisses to each and every mark decorating his skin, “are a reminder to you and everyone who knows you that you’re a fighter. You— you stayed, honey, you did what you knew was right and saw it through to the end and even though I was absolutely terrified of losing you—” you inhale shakily as some of the fear you’d felt over the past few months seeps into your voice before you collect yourself, “I couldn’t be prouder. My brave, brave boy.”

You capture his lips in a tender yet heated kiss, and he melts against you, one hand moving up to fist into your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer.

You slowly begin to grind against him, your bare skin gliding deliciously against the fabric of his slacks covering the bulge at the apex of his thighs.

“Sweetheart, I—” he gasps desperately into your mouth, “shit, I need to be inside you. Lemme show my girl how much I missed her, please—”

You moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth as you fumble with his belt, Rosie wriggling out of his slacks and boxers impatiently.

You can’t resist grinding against him a few times, his breath catching at the feeling of your damp folds gliding against his bare cock.

“Honey,” he whines, burying his face in your neck, “Quit teasing, please, waited so long for this, lemme fuck you, please—”

You relent, nearly as unable to stand your own teasing as he is. Your breaths mingle as he positions himself at your entrance and you slowly, slowly, sink down onto him, biting back a stuttering moan as you stretch around him.

“Oh sweetheart,” Rosie groans, pretty blue eyes fluttering shut, “Fuck— you feel so good, honey, so tight—”

You whine at the praise, slowly rocking in his lap as you adjust to his size, gradually moving up and down his length at a toe-curlingly slow pace.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he gasps into your mouth, gripping at your hips in a futile attempt to speed you up, “Shit, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

An entirely too innocent giggle escapes you as you continue to ride him agonizingly slowly, teasing yourself as much as him. 

After several minutes of teasing, Robert’s soft pleading only adding to the growing tension in your core — “waited so long for this, honey, please, please don’t make me wait any longer,”— your breathing becomes heavy. Robert’s hands wander over every inch of you, leaving trails of fire as you finally, finally, speed up in earnest.

“Robbie,” you gasp, “Missed this so much, baby, missed you—”

“Missed you more, sweet girl,” he breathes, burying his face in your neck to muffle the stuttering moan that escapes him, “F-fuck, ‘m gonna—”

“C’mon, baby, please,” you breathe into his ear, fisting his curls as you feel your orgasm building, “‘M right there, please, Robbie…”

His fingers dig into your skin, groaning your name, hips stuttering as he spills into you, your release following almost immediately after.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, Robert letting out a soft whine as you carefully lift yourself off of him.

“I’m so, so happy you’re home, honey,” you whisper breathlessly as you curl up next to him on the bed, fingertips tracing his jaw, pulling him close so your noses brush, “I love you.”

“I love you more, honey pie,” comes Rosie’s soft reply, grinning against your lips as he pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss.