#and if i dont have something to do that forces me outside i will slowly shift back

[stew-chan]

took a week off work to sleep and reset and havent been outside except twice for quick errands and now ive got to relearn how to not freak out from being outside the apartment u~u

[uygfiug]

putting in 3 times the required effort only to barely get a passing grade

[an-emo-trashbag]

everytime I step outside during daylight hours I become possesed by a pirate who brutally lost their right eye

the pirate does not unlock my seeing ability upon possession, rather my eyelid becomes an eyepatch

[bbyquokka]

fizzy pop

– yn has a habit of bottling up their emotions, chan comforts them & explains the importance of communicating about feelings/emotions.

pairing | bang chan x gender neutral reader

genre | angst w comfort – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | established relationship, mental health (low moods, low/no motivation, lose of interest in hobbies/things), pet names.

words | 2k ~ ( 2,042 )

notes | idk why but i've been putting off on posting this for months, maybe bc im nervous 🤔 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

m.list — wips list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it's just another day. another day of just being there. another day of feeling like you have no purpose in life except to please others. another day of wondering “what is the purpose of me being here?” you fake smiles, say you're "ok" because saying how you actually feel is exhausting.

aside from it feeling exhausting, you also don't want to draw attention to yourself and when you do speak, you feel stupid for doing so, so you keep it all in, bottle it up until it's too much for you to handle. some days you wonder why you even bother to get out off bed.

is it because of the birds you hear outside? the sun's heat that you want to feel on your skin? could it be the laughter and chitter chatter of others? or maybe you want to hear the rain on the leaves–who knows. all you know is that everyday is the same and it's tiring.

the days merge into one. what day is it even? monday? tuesday? oh wait, it's saturday morning. time doesn't exist anymore. in your mind you see no point in getting up out of bed because again, what's the point? 

so why is it that your boyfriend is gently shaking you, asking, no, begging you to get up.

“darlin'. please get up.” chan whispers as he gently shakes you by the shoulders. you sigh deeply, a tired sigh that causes chan to swallow and his suspicions to come to light.

you pull the duvet over your head, body curled in a small and fragile ball. the curtains are still drawn providing darkness despite the morning rays that wish to peak inside. 

chan has been up since the crack of dawn. he has showered, made breakfast and managed to get dressed. he gave you some extra time to sleep in because he knows you're not a morning person but when the number nine on his watch turned to twelve and you're still not up and out, does he grow concerned.

he's had his suspicions for a while. he's noticed how defeated you sound. how there is little to no energy in the words you speak. he's tried everything to cheer you up, thinking, hoping you were just having an off day. but that off day turned into an off week which slowly, but surely, turned into an off month.

you lost your passion for being creative, lost the will to make anything which you despise. being creative is one of the many pleasures you have in life, to be able to make something and share your creations with others is exhilarating but when you feel like this, your mood turns bitter and cold towards everything you do which results in you resenting everything you create.

you lost the energy to speak to people. to pick up the phone and just talk. you're not deliberately ignoring nor trying to be difficult but keeping conversations flowing is just too hard right now and when you think they're giving you the same energy back do you feel so guilty. 

what have i done to deserve this? why am i forced to feel like this. you find yourself questioning everything late at night. your head loud as soon as it hits the pillow and no amount of music you blast down your ears can silence those thoughts.

everything is so exhausting. everything is the same. you just want to disappear whether that be for a few days or forever, you're not quite sure, but certain people around you wont allow that to happen. they are keeping you afloat, head above water. you desperately and silently wish they never let you go, no matter how hard you fight and push them away.

“baby, please.” chan's words dripped with desperation. his knees on the bed behind you as he kneels causing the mattress to dip. his hands on your shoulders gently as his eyes bore into the duvet, burning holes into it until he is burning holes into you. tears threaten to spill down his soft cheeks as he becomes increasingly worried for you.

“chan..“ you whisper, your words shaking. “please.. leave me alone.” 

he swallows. those three last words he hates to hear. now he is left in a difficult position. should he do as you say and leave you? leave you to fester and rot in your own thoughts and feelings. watch you melt into the mattress and become nothing but a lifeless shell. or should he force himself, force you to acknowledge him. show you, tell you that's it's going to be ok–even if you don't believe him in the beginning.

but this is chan and you know more than anyone how stubborn chan can be.

“lets go take a shower yn, together! and maybe we can go out and get lunch at that café you love so much?”

silence. 

“or how about we go to that art shop! pick up those water colours you've been eyeing up for months?”

silence.

“ok well, what about some new cloth–”

“chan please!” you snap, causing him to jump. “what part of leave me alone don't you understand?!”

you don't mean to sound harsh and you hope chan doesn't take it to heart. the last thing you want is to hurt the one person you adore so much. luckily, chan knows you don't mean it but it doesn't hurt him any less.

“all of it.” he softly speaks. you feel the weight being lifted up off the mattress and footsteps against the wood flooring before the bedroom door squeaks open at the hinges.

your heart breaks. hot angry tears finally being set free and rolling down the bridge of your nose and cheeks, soaking into the material of your pillow. you sob, curling up into a ball even more as your heart aches in your chest. you grip onto the pillow as you silently cry out for chan, thinking he has completely left you alone.

but you did ask for it so why do you feel so guilty?

the duvet gets pulled back from you, the cold air hitting your hot and sweaty skin. the mattress dips once again as an arm snakes over your midriff. chest being pressed against your back as chan spoons you.

“don't cry, darlin'. i'm here, your channie is here.” his soft words provide you with a sense of comfort and an indescribable feeling of warmth as well as relief. his hand strokes your soft stomach, his lips kissing your neck so tenderly you worry that he isn't really there. 

“c-chan…” you sob through your words as a way of confirmation. you can't breathe, the pain of everything that's built up over the past months is making it impossible for you to breathe. your mind fogs over as your chest heaves up and down.

you struggle to take breaths as tears stream down your face. your pillow becomes soaked with your tears. chan strokes your unwashed hair gently, hushing you and singing softly to help ground you.

“sh sh sh. you're ok, you're safe.” he whispers.

“sorry! i'm sorry!” you repeat over and over again in your fits of tears. chan continues to hush you, noticing that it's not working so he gently rolls you over to face him and pulls you into his naked chest. 

the warmth and softness of his skin calms you down in an instant. his natural scent hugs your nostrils and sinks into your heart, soothing your heartbeat as well as your mind. you grip onto him, desperately trying to cling onto something before resulting in wrapping your arms around him tightly. 

he gives you a bear hug. arms around your shoulders gently, fingers raking and massaging your scalp. his chest wet with tears as he continues to hush you through your episode.

there isn't much he can do when you're crying like this except wait. wait for it to pass–and it does, fifteen minutes later.

“better?” he gently asks. you peer up at him to notice that his own cheeks are wet with a few tears slowly falling.

“you're crying..” you whisper as you reach up and wipe the tears away. chan laughs softly before leaning into your touch. “why?”

“because it pains me to see you like this, my love.” that guilt comes back, settling in your stomach and wrapping itself around your heart, like black fog. you look down, tears falling from your lower lash line.

“sorry..” you mumble.

“hey.” chan unwraps his arms from you to gently lift up your head. “it hurts because i can't do anything about it. it hurts because i love you! seeing you in so much pain is rough darling. and it's not physical pain either, it's not like i can put a band aid on your wound.”

“i'm sorry i'm like this, chan. sorry i'm so difficult and such a disappointment.”

“oi.” his tone of voice turns stern which causes you to look up at him. his brows furrowed together as he reaches and strokes your cheek. “you're not a disappointment or difficult baby. it's ok to feel like this, to have off days and feel like nothing is right, however, you have to come to me when you feel like this! or if you can't come to me, talk to a friend.”

“but i hate talking about my feelings, chan.. i feel like a burden and that it just bores people and when i do confined in people, it feels like i don't get the comfort i expect to get so i'm left thinking if it's worth it and if i just expect too much from people.”

“what have i told you about bottling things up, mhm?”

“that it's just going to keep building and building until i explode.” you mumble to which chan hums and nods too

“imagine you're a bottle of fizzy pop. your body is the bottle, your feelings are the fizzy liquid. what happens when you shake a bottle of fizzy pop?”

“it bubbles and explodes, creating a huge mess.”

“and what happens when you bottle your feelings up?”

“i get shaken up by the smallest of things, which causes me to bubble and explode..”

“mhm. you have to remember, my darling, that how you feel is valid. your feelings are valid. you might seem like it's something so small or stupid, but that something small could build and build and build.”

“so i should come to you whenever i feel negative?”

“yes.”

“even if i'm frustrated at a piece of work? even if i can't get a recipe right and it annoys me?”

“yes.”

“but that is so small and not as important..”

“yn, if it's bothering you then it's big. if it's bothering you, it's important to me. if you feel angry, upset, energy less, i beg that you come to me or to a friend! it's important that we voice these things, let it be known because you'll feel better.” he tucks your hair behind your ear gently before you nuzzle into his chest, thinking about what he's saying.

he is correct. he always is and that's the thing that sometimes bothers you, but in a good way! it just means that you can't hide anything from chan, whether it's good or bad and when you are feeling down, chan is always there to pick you back up and dust you off, providing you with love and comfort.

“shall we go shower together to start the day?”

“isnt it a bit late for that? besides, hasn't your day already started?” you mumble against his chest.

“it's never too late to start the day and besides, i don't mind ‘restarting’ my day if it means i get to do it with you.” he kisses the top of your head gently, stroking your back as you tangle your legs with his.

“soon.”

“soon?” he questions.

“i just want to spend some more minutes with you..”

“we can spend as many minutes together as you like, my darling. as long as you're happy and content.”

“i'm always happy and content with you, chan. you're my safe space.”

“and i hope i continue to be and provide you with that safe space, yn.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

AAAAA

TDAC X PUPPET!READER

Hear me out

Reader is like puppet from fnaf, their character being very similar to puppet, them having the same voice and powers? Yknow Puppet flies fast as HELL and etc, Reader most of the time stays in the music box, and just gets out when really wanted or needed, for example: when theres an IHA or when someone needs them for something.

TADC x puppet!reader !

ashamed to admit this but i have not touched fnaf outside of security breach, recently at least. the last time i was fully invested in the fnaf lore was when fnaf 4 had just dropped, so im quite literally relying off of your description like its a life line because i know how insane fnaf lore has gotten think imma answer this request then take another short break since my lower back is starting to get sore from sitting all day; gotta go stretch my legs too

CAINE:

you do have your own room, of course, but you tend to usually stay in your music box; of which you came with when you first entered the digital world... which was a little odd, but hey its not the strangest thing that anyone here has seen! i like to think that sometimes caine comes to your box at night and tries to will you out so he can get to know you more. leave it to the ai to fall for the mysterious circus member who rarely leaves their box... i think sometimes he would hum and sing along to the music your box makes

POMNI:

the first time you rush out of your music box it takes her off guard, almost making her fall off her feet when you dash right by her to do... whatever was required of you at that moment in time. if she were being honest, she didnt think you were a real person, she had always assumed that you were an npc; it wasnt unheard of that caine would have npcs stationed about for in house adventures, or to man the carnival..! though i dont think she would interact much with you, considering you rarely interact with the others; what use would it be to pester you?

JAX:

honestly before realizing you literally live and sleep and mostly exist in the music box, he probably puts stuff on top of your box... accidentally trapping you inside it. well, actually trapping wouldnt be accurate because you ended up brute forcing your way out, literally sending everything that was on top of the box flying; scaring just about everyone in the room. imagine trying to find out whos faster; you or jax.. i mean, have you seen how fast jax bolted when they found out koufmo abstracted?

RAGATHA:

always tries to ask you if you want to join in on the in house adventure, she doesnt want you to feel left out or unwelcome; even though most times you willingly back out of the activity. though, she feels relieved and even smiles when you spring out of your box to join in on the action... at least she knows you havent abstracted... brain stimulation is important, you know!

KINGER:

he finds some comfort in the music, slowly but surely as the days pass he moves his pillow fort closer and closer to your box before eventually hes right next to you. sometimes even naps, leaning against it. though he does immediately scamper off when you suddenly lunge out to race towards whoever is calling for you. at least he can count on you to have his back in moments of danger or fear!

ZOOBLE:

usually stays in their own lane, but for one reason or another they need help during an IHA, and their yelps and incoherent speech was enough to catch your attention. be it gloink or otherwise, you obliterate the problem; effectively haunting zooble for the rest of their life by your actions... but hey, it feels... nice, having someone you can rely on

GANGLE:

character who is soft spoken and shy meets character that rarely leaves their box when its not needed or necessary; how could a relationship, romantic or otherwise, be fostered in conditions such as this? oddly enough, the silence between you two brings you together, the music keeping the silence from becoming overwhelming. i like to think that sometimes gangle leaves you little notes, choosing to write rather than verbally speak... best not to ruin that special quiet the two of you have learned to share

[doll-for-you-11]

This is a long one...

Its the middle of the night. 2 or 3am. Im bored and horny and its gotten to the point I'd do anything anyone told me to do.

I get a random DM some twisted message about wishing he could rape me in the middle of the street while all of my neighbors film it.

My cunt is dripping and none of the normal porn is getting me there. I decide to do something about it.

I strip naked. My pussy dripping down my thighs, I walk outside. My street only has one light, its dark and silent as I walk out to it. Sitting under the light, I close my eyes. Squeezing my tits, rolling my nipples, moaning softly as i trail a hand to my soaked cunt.

Its so wet I can hear it before Ive even pressed a finger inside. Knowing im outside, naked, where anyone could find me is making me hornier than ive ever been.

Just rubbing my slick around the outside of my hole, my clit throbbing, desperate to be touched. More and more slick seeping out, staining the pavement under me.

I slowly push a finger in, moaning at the feeling. My eyes still closed. I begin to pump in and out. Slowly but as deep as I can. Adding a second finger. All I can hear is the noise of my cunt gushing around them as I finger fuck myself in the street.

Just as I'm about to reach down and rub my clit as well, panting and moaning I dont hear the footsteps behind me.

My mouth hanging open, my head tilted back, Im about to cum when Im suddenly choking. My eyes fly open to see a blur of denim as a cock is forced down my throat. He holds the back of my head, forcing himself balls deep as I gag. Trying desperately to push him away but hes too strong.

He begins to skull fuck me. Ruthlessly ramming into my throat, using my hair to push and pull my head onto his cock. Forcing his full length to fill my windpipe with each thrust.

I try to focus and breathe through my nose. Just as I get the hang of it to keep myself breathing i feel the toe of his boot press roughly into my cunt. My legs spread around him, he pushes his foot against me. My clit rubbing against it painfully as he forcefully takes my mouth.

After what feels like forever he rips his cock from my throat, throwing me to the ground.

Dizzy, i try to catch my breath but before i can he's already on top of me, flipping me onto my stomach and kneeling on the small of my back. He pulls my wrists behind me and I feel something cold, wire maybe, being bound around them from wrist to elbow. Pinning them against my back, my shoulders pulled together painfully.

I feel his weight shift back so he's sitting over my knees. A hand forces its way between my thighs, thick fingers prodding against my fuck hole. I cant help but moan as two stretch my tight cunt. They feel so much bigger inside than mine did.

He grunts, his other hand reaching up and around my neck. Choking me as he fucks me with his fingers.

I still havent seen his face. I gasp as he hits a spot inside me I could never reach myself.

How have I gotten here? So desperate to feel something new I put myself in this situation. I went outside, naked to fuck myself like a pathetic whore. I wanted this. Part of me hoped this would happen. Id be manhandled and used out in the street like a prostitute.

But no, im worse. Im letting him do this for free. I wanted him to take me against my will. I wanted him to ruin me.

His hand on my neck gets tighter, he adds another finger. The stretch hurts but I like it. Its not long before I feel it building, my body tenses and just as Im about to cum, he stops. I whine like a bitch in heat. Waiting for him to flip me over and beat me or fill me with his cock but it doesn't come.

My arms are still bound but as I roll over I see no one. He got me to the edge and then left me face down on the pavement.

I wait a bit longer, but he doesn't come back. I force myself to get up and walk home. Spend the rest of the night getting the wire off my arms.

I look in the mirror, spit and tears coating my face, my body dirty and scraped from the ground. My cunt dripping down my legs. Im nothing but a disgusting whore. And all I care about is that I didn't get more.

I call out of work, spending the entire day fucking myself. Using every toy I have, the shower head, flogging my own cunt, but nothing is enough. I need him to use me again.

The next night I do it again. 2am, I strip naked and go out to sit under the street lamp. I sit on my hands and knees, ass in the air for what feels like hours, but he never comes.

The sun is rising by the time I give up and return home. It goes on like this for the next week. Fucking myself all day and sitting ready to be taken all night but it never happens.

Im exhausted by now, my body so desperate to be fucked that I cant take it. I try again, but this time the exhaustion takes over and I pass out.

I don't know how long I'm out, but I wake up tied to the lamp post, my tits being beat with a cane. I scream, but my mind is beyond excited. He finally came back. He's going to use me!

My cunt is dripping and ny desperation clouds the pain. I begin moaning as he canes my tits. He hits them harder and the pain makes me moan louder. I hear the cane drop as he straddles me and forces his cock into my mouth. Face fucking me again, slamming my head into the post im tied to.

I gag and choke around him, but my pussy only drips more. He pulls out, pumping himself, coating my face and tits in thick ropes of cum and I finally see his cock.

He's massive. So big I dont understand how he fit in my mouth. As I gape at his cock I hear him chuckle. He kneels down so we're face to face. "It only fit because I wasn't hard when I started. Id say you're in for a painful fuck, but you're such a little pain slut I bet youll love it." He slaps me accross the face.

"What kind of disgusting whore fucks herself in the street? Hmm? The kind that moans when shes having her slutty milk bags caned? The kind that's so desperate for my cock she sits out her every night with her ass in the air waiting to get railed? The kind thats so desperate to cum she hasnt slept in a week because shes been abusing her cunt all day every day?" He talks to me like a dumb puppy, pouting as he holds my chin, letting me know he's been watching me all week, letting me degrade myself for him.

"Tell me what you want my little rape whore" he coos, groping my bruised tits, making me wince and moan.

"I...I want you to make me cum" I moan quietly, grinding my hips, trying to press my legs together.

"You wanna cum?" He laughs. He bends my legs up, grabbing more rope and tying my legs bent and spread. My dripping, red cunt open on display for him.

"You dont get to cum. Whores dont get to cum. And youre a whore" he slaps my clit roughly, making my body jolt.

"See, if youd been a good girl and stayed inside. Not come back out here like a desperate little cumdump. I would have broken in, raped you properly, filled that little pussy up with my cum, and we both would have been happy" he says continuing to slap and flick my cunt.

"But you just had to be a disgusting dirty depraved little cunt" he says Slapping me accross the face to push each word "and dirty cunts dont get to feel pleasure, though you're so disgusting even hurting you brings you pleasure so Im not sure how to punish a slut like you"

The way he says it sounds like he's used to situations like these. It makes me wonder how many times he's done this. Raped and tortured little sluts on the street. It seems so natural to him. Tying me to a light post and abusing me.

The thought makes me moan and he laughs again. He stands and begins to walk away and I panic. He can't leave me without using me again!

"Please no! Please! I need you to rape me! I need you to use me! I dont care if I cum, but please I need your cock!! Ive been dreaming of it for the last week!"

I yell after him, whining and crying pathetically. He turns, laughing at me. "You really are pathetic. Ive never met such a disgusting cunt. I told you you werent cumming. But I cant pass up abusing a bitch like you. Sit tight my little whore, ill be right back."

I watch as he walks around the corner. A few minutes pass and a truck pulls up, the headlights blinding me as I hear the door open and he's standing in front of me with a duffle bag.

He opens it, digging around before pulling a cattle prod from it. My eyes go wide and I begin to shake my head, trying to get away but I can't move an inch the way im bound. He pulls out a self fucking dildo and some duct tape. Taping in in my mouth and turning it on, making me gag around it unable to scream as he turns on the cattle prod.

He leans close "im going to show you something even a pain slut like you wont moan about. Im going to make you regret asking for this, and Im going to make sure you dont enjoy one second of my cock when I get around to fucking you"

With that he presses the prod to my left nipple, the shock hurts so bad my whole body tenses in pain and before i can come down he hits the right one. Spit pours down my chin as the dildo fucks my throat, mixing with tears and staining my bruised tits.

He laughs as he shocks my tits and stomach, he hits my thighs and the bottoms of my feet. Telling me I should be thanking him for this. I asked for it.

Then he shoves it deep into my spread pussy. He makes sure to hit my clit and get it right in my fuck hole. Tears are pouring, im crying so hard im gagging harder than I ever have before.

He laughs as he holds it to my cunt, shocking over and over as my eyes roll back. I black out from the pain only to be smacked across the face hard enough to make me dizzy.

He throws the prod down, leaning down and grabbing my throat, I know he can feel the dildo as he squeezes. "You dont get to pass out cunt! Youre going to feel everything I do to you" he lets go and slaps me again before turning back to his bag.

The street light and his headlights create a spotlight over me in the darkness. My spread open abused body clear to see to anyone that looked out their windows. The later it gets the more cars I hear on the main road. I wonder if anyone will drive by and help me, or help him.

He comes back to me with a knife and laughs as i clench my eyes closed, but he only cuts my binds. My body so sore I cant try and run and he drags me by my hair onto all fours. Pressing my face to the ground, dildo still fucking my throat. He straddles my shoulders, facing my ass. His weight pushing my face and tits flat to the ground.

I feel something rough brush over my pussy lips, it feels like a course brush. "Dirty little whores need to be cleaned" he says, i can hear the grin as he speaks. "What better to clean you with than a toilet brush?"

My eyes widen as I try to struggle but I can't move as he begins shoving it up my cunt. My eyes water as he starts fucking my already abused cunt with the course brush.

He holds the handle with both hands, aggressively ripping it in and out of my cunt as he laughs. Calling me a disgusting whore that needs cleansing. By the time he stops I feel more than just slick on my thighs.

But he doesn't get off of me. Instead he says "next hole" and roughly does the same to my ass.

This time I do black out from the pain. I just can't take it. I dont know how long he rapes my ass for but when i wake up again he's standing over me with the cane, beating my ass black and blue.

He leans down pulling me to my knees by my hair and growling in my ear "i think its finally time to give you what you wanted"

Im so broken I can't focus on his words, my body limp for his control and he bends me over again and lines his cock up with my ruined pussy.

Despite the pain I sigh at the feeling. His cock fills my pussy so well. He rams into me as a bruising pace. It feels like he's going forever when he finally pulls me up, groping my tits and biting my neck, his cum exploding against my cervix. But again, just as im about to cum, he pulls out , throwing me to the ground.

"I told you, dirty rape cunts dont get to cum" he kicks my pussy and steps on my tits before dragging me down the street. He stops at my house and begins to tie me to the gate. Tits bound, arms behind my back and legs spread. He blindfolds me and leaves the dildo taped in my throat. I feel something long and wooden shoved up my ass, i assume it a broom or a rake and he slaps me again, something warm soaking my hair, his piss, as he slaps me with his cock and leaves.

I can see the light through the blindfold as the sun rises, i hear cars slow down as they pass me. People walk by taking pictures, playing with me. I couldn't tell you how long I was there before a car pulled up and i was cut down and loaded into it. Fucked mercilessly in the backseat.

I pass out before we stop but when I wake up im chained to a pipe in a bathroom, covered in cum and piss. A sign on the door says "Free for all Rape Whore". I guess this is my life now.

And all I can think is Thank you, to the man who showed me what a disgusting slut I was that first night.

[luckieduckiie]

bad pt ii | d. dennis

in which you he shows just who he truly is.

u busy

you couldnt help but stare at the message on your screen contemplating how to answer. looking back you felt that you had previously been all too eager to say no just to see the man, but deep down you had always knew this situation was not ideal.

you knew you were more than just quick, passing through town pussy, but why did it feel like you weren’t. why did this man have such an impact on you and most importantly why did you let him?

yes

you responded before you realized what you had done and you threw your phone down on your bed panic and anxiety settling and swelling in your stomach. why did it feel so bad putting yourself first?

almost immediately your phone pinged & the feeling inside worsened. you sat there a few moments steading your breath before picking it back up.

too bad im outside

the words angered you and slammed the phone back down in frustration.

“who the fuck does he think he is, showing up unannounced and uninvited. he can treat me like shit on his terms now too.” you said to yourself and just like clock work your phone began to ring.

you hastily declined and layed down on your bed only for it to ring for a second time to which you answered angrily.

“what the fuck do you want?” you said, annoyance dripping from your words.

“damn ma its like that now?” he chuckled, low voice on the other end filled with amusement.

“what do you want duke?” you said again voice firm.

“man let me in.” he said tone more serious this time.

“no, go home.” you protested.

“you are home.” you could almost hear his smile through the phone.

you couldnt help but laugh at this, “nigga please. get the fuck on somewhere with that bullshit.”

“im forreal bro let me in i wanna see you before i hit the road.” he said and you were willing to bet he was playing with his locs.

“too bad.” you say copying his words before hanging up the phone.

satisfaction was only temporary because only seconds later he was banging on your front door. you jumped at the noise, fear now running through you.

you slowly crept to the door as the noise continued, cringing as it become louder and more frequent. you sighed and took a big breath before opening it only to be met by the heavily tatted man.

“i told you to go home.” you said, voice not letting off the nervousness that was in your gut.

you could barely stand to look him in the eye as you said it. his usually happy demeanor was gone and his eyes were dark and were full of something you had not seen before.

its like he noticed a crack in your facade before he launched himself in your house slamming your door shut behind him and wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you body into his. usually this would have made you elated, but not this time.

“you think that shit was fucking cute huh?” he said, grabbing you by your chin forcing you to look at him.

your eyes wide, you dont respond. it was scary seeing him like this. he was the big bad wolf and you were a helpless lamb.

“oh so now you dont wanna say nothing.” he says leaning down in your ear. “when i say let me in you fucking let me in. that sassy shit aint gone get you nowhere.”

his warm breath on you sent chills right down your being and you could feel your pussy begin to throb. you could now his his dick pressing against your stomach and you begin to ache for it.

your eyes shift from his eyes too his lips as your closeness begins to overwhelm your senses as you can suddenly smell his cologne and feel his body heat. he smirks only before leaning in and brushing your lips against his. you cant help but lean into the movement wanting- needing more.

you felt the desperation beginning to make its way back front and center. oh how he could turn you into a mess in a matter of moments. he was more than just a dominating prescience this time- he had a particular darkness about him that usually was not there.

“p-please.” you stammer out voice barely above a whisper.

“please what?” he quizzes a small smile gracing his face and soft lips still hovering yours.

“use me.” you say giving in.

a devilish grin replace the smile and he pulls you too him and smashes his lips against yours, large hands sliding themselves into your lounge pants and yanking them down.

he grips your ass as he picks you up and sits down on the grey couch with in his lap. your bare pussy grinding down onto his gray sweatpants surely leaving a mark but neither of you care in the moment as he pulls his lips from yours and begin sucking on your neck.

“fuck.” you cry out as his hand goes under your top and begins to rub your nipples between his digits. you grind down onto him hard as he does this, friction of the fabric barely soothing your aching clit. yours hands go to the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

“ yeah that’s it mama grind on that dick.” he growls voice full of desire. your throw your head back at his words, before reaching down to pull his leaking length from his pants and rubbing yourself against the unclothed skin covering it with your slickness.

“ouuu shit baby, just like that.” he grunts this time throwing his head back and letting it rest on the back of the couch.

you use the words as encouragement as you continue to rub yours clit down the length of his dick, both of your slickness mixing into one and intensifying the sensation.

with the slightest move upwards with his hips he slides into your effortlessly earning a loud moan.

as you begin to bounce on his length he pulls up your top and grabs your breast, squeezing them in his hands.

“this all you needed aint it? some dick to help you remember who i am to you, what i am to you.” you hear him growl, his nimble fingers going down to massage your clit.

“without this dick aint shit bout you right, you need me to make you whole. you need me. you need me fucking you, showing you all that you are in this world is a slut for me.” he says voice drunk on desire and the words fill your ears like scripture.

you cry out in orgasmic bliss as you realize your reality. duke is everything. he is like an addiction- as bad as you know he is, you need him & when you go too long without him you get disoriented, irritable, and seeking a release that only he can fulfil.

“yes daddy, i need you.” you mewl out riding out your orgasm as he buries his head in your chest and begins to thrust upwards into you like he’s gone mad.

struggled grunts escape his lips as he buries himself into with a long final stroke and you feel the all too familiar sensation flooding your insides serving as an escape from the high you just experienced and you are coming back to reality realizing what you just did.

disgust and frustration fill your being almost immediately and you hurriedly pull yourself from his lip, your insides leaking onto his dick and lap as you stood.

“get the fuck out.” you anger beginning to bubble over.

“man what?” he says breathlessly.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT DUKE.” you scream irritation coming to fruition.

he looks up at you at this surprise clear in his face & yours not budging. his eyes are searching yours for any hint of weakness but finding non.

“GO.” you scream for one final time before storming off to your bedroom and slamming the door & locking it.

you were done with duke and you vowed to rid yourself of your addiction of him. as much as you wanted to see him in the light everyone else did you knew that would never happen. you always tried making excuses about who he was but you seen him now for who he was- it was just bad.

[collapsedglasshouses]

Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 2]

IF YOU DIDN'T READ PART ONE, READ IT HERE.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Even though Y/N felt slightly guilty about the eventful night with Noah, she can't help but follow him to his room that night.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of previous sexual events, swearing, alcohol consumption, oral sex (male receiving), (pls let me know if i forgot something <3), metric system (if that counts as a warning lmao, i'm european i don’t know anything about feet and inches)

A/N: Soooo, here is part 2... I dont even know what to say except that i was absolutely flabberghasted with your reactions to part 1. Thank you all so much! For those who want to know, I listened to Miracle on repeat while writing this ;) I'm always open for suggestions! Pls let me know if you liked this chapter. Enjoy!

When you woke up the next morning your head almost immediately started spinning. For the first few seconds you thought that maybe everything that had happened last night was just a dream but when you didn't feel any different after staring at the ceiling of your room for quite some time, you let out a frightened sigh.

Noah and you really hooked up last night. Noah really ate you out while watching your favorite movie. Noah and you really got intimate while your brother was celebrating his thirtieth birthday not even twenty meters away from you.

"Fuck..." you mumbled to yourself before you grabbed your phone to look what time it was. 10:23 AM. You didn't even sleep that long.

Slowly you got out of your bed and looked at yourself through the mirror that was hanging next to the dresser on the wall. The longer you looked the more guilt crept into your veins. You couldn't believe what happened. Even though you enjoyed every second of it, you couldn't wrap your head around how to go on from now on.

Would Noah and you continue as before? Were you now officially more than friends? Could you even go back from this? You had absolutely no idea...

After debating what to do, you decided to just go with the flow and went downstairs to be met with the mess the birthday party left behind. There were a lot of empty cups laying around and you felt the stickiness beneath your feet on the floor, causing you to shiver in disgust before tip toeing to a bar stool in the kitchen area to avoid as much floor contact as possible.

You weren't the first one to be awake since Jolly was sitting at said kitchen counter, eating a piece of Nick's birthday cake and mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

"Good morning" you greeted him before grabbing a piece of cake for yourself.

"Are you okay?" You immediately tensed up and looked at Jolly who gave you a concerned glance. Is he talking about last night? Is he talking about why Noah and you just disappeared into thin air?

"I-… Uh… I threw up yesterday and Noah noticed I was gone and than he tried to make me feel a bit better." Tried to make me feel a bit better? Are you kidding me, Y/N, why don’t you just directly tell him Noah went down on you?

"Actually… just wanted to know why you looked so disgusted walking towards me." he began "But I’m glad you feel better now."

Internally you were this close to slamming your head repeatedly on the kitchen counter but on the outside you just forced a small smile onto your face "The floor is sticky. That’s why I looked so distraught." - "Thank god, I thought you decided you hated my face now."

"Jolly, you have long blown out hair and tattoos, if anything I would say I saw my fucking guardian angel." you joke and hug your friend from the said, who couldn’t help but gift you with the biggest smile you seen from him all week.

Right after you let go of Jolly, you heard steps behind you and were shortly met with Nick and Noah joining you in the kitchen.

"Good thing you took care of Y/N last night." Jolly spoke and making Noah and you stop in your tracks, while Nick just looked confused.

"Uh… Yeah… Thanks for taking care of me… Because you know… I threw up." You stumble not even daring to look your brother and his best friend in the eyes. "Oh right, yeah. She was totally wasted. She wasn’t even able to form clear sentences while we watched Spirited Away."

You immediately covered your cheeks since you noticed they were getting pretty warm while he grinned at you mischievously. He wasn’t wrong about you not being able to form clear sentences but for other reasons than Nick and Jolly thought.

"You really threw up? Holy! I always thought you could tolerate more alcohol than me, (Y/N/N)." - "Maybe, but yesterday was way different… Believe me."

You gave your brother an apologetic smile before quickly glancing at Noah who smirked a little while taking a sip from his water bottle. If he wouldn't have been so fucking pretty while doing that you would have slapped him in the face.

After Folio and Bryan had also found their way downstairs you began to clean the house.

About two hours later you all found yourselves laying on the couch while One Piece was playing in the background but no one seemed to pay closer attention to it since everyone still dealt with the hangover from yesterday running through their systems.

You were scrolling through Instagram when you let your mind wonder. You looked to your right and your gaze instantly landed on Noah. The last two hours everything seemed normal. You chatted as normal, he even helped you again to put the 'Happy Birthday' sign down. It seemed like nothing had ever happened between you and you didn't know if you liked that or not.

For you, even thinking about yesterday made you blush and you started to feel that weird feeling in your stomach but it seemed like Noah wasn't even bothered in the slightest by his previous actions.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Folio threw a pillow into your face. "What?" you asked aggressively, throwing the pillow back to him, while the others chuckled. "What were you thinking about, Y/N?" Jolly asked teasingly but you just rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Folio?" - "I was asking if you wanted Pizza or Chinese Take Out for dinner?" Noah would be nice. You cleared your throat. "Fried Rice sounds really nice actually."

After the food was ordered, Nick threw a blanket over your lap, being the caring big brother he was. Before you could even process what was happening, Noah was also slipping under the blanket your brother just gave you.

"Would you all be down to do a small second celebration for Nick since we all got split up so bad yesterday?" Jolly asked and not even an hour later you were all sitting in a circle around the couch table and were playing stupid party games while eating your food.

"Oh! I know something. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong number." Folio stated and your brother and Bryan drank a sip from their beers. "Two each other?" Noah joked and everyone laughed at that. "That would have been intentional." Bryan smirked and winked at your brother who blew him a kiss before they laughed again.

"Never have I ever had dirty thoughts about a friend." Noah, Bryan, Jolly and you drank a sip. You could nearly feel Noah's gaze burn into you but you decided to not return it to avoid any suspicion.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Noah and Nick drank a sip. "They learned that from each other" you joked and made the others chuckle a little.

"Never have I ever kissed or hooked up with a friends sibling or a siblings friend." Nick said and looked into the round. You also let your gaze wander over the others, but no one raised their drink to their lips except Noah and you.

Bryan howled teasingly while Jolly pointed at you two while smirking. You realised how your cheeks grew a lot hotter but before Noah or you could say anything, Folio came to your rescue without even knowing it. "Come on, guys. Everyone and their mothers know that Noah and Y/N were making out at that one party when they were seventeen. You know... They were drunk as hell, I think Davis was even filming it and even Nick knows that." Your brother began to nod. "I mean, it wasn’t the nicest thing to be woken up with Davis showing his phone under my nose but…" He chuckled awkwardly.

Meanwhile you took a deep breath and looked at Noah who smirked knowingly. Yes, you made out at that party but no one til this day knew that this was the day you lost your virginity to your brother’s best friend. Also no one knew that this little thing didn’t seem to be a one time thing.

Jolly seeing how nervous you got just went on with asking questions. Your mind still wandered through events happening almost ten years ago when you noticed a hand coming to rest on your thigh and than slighty squeezing it. You immediately tensed up and looked almost unnoticeable to your right. Noah wasn't even looking at you, seemingly paying close attention to the conversation your friends were having.

Slowly but surely his hand made its way up your thigh while drawing small circles on it. Were you hallucinating?

You took a big sip out of your beer when his hand landed on your clothed core and he suddenly started massaging you threw your panties. You immediately placed your beer bottle on the table before pulling the blanket closer to you and looking at Noah. His gaze was still on his friends and nothing on his face made it even slightly clear that he was almost fingering you under the blanket.

What was this supposed to become? Something made you mad about this. You knew this was wrong. You knew you needed to talk this out before anyone would get hurt. And than suddenly an idea popped into your head. If he wanted to play games, you sure as hell could take part in it.

Your hand started wandering as well and landed on his left thigh. Even though he tried his best not to look nervous, him suddenly biting his lip gave it right away.

The other boys were still full on discussing something about a video game when your hand landed right between his legs. He took a deep breath which made you grin while you slightly stroked him through his sweatpants.

His movements on you came to a hold, him being too surprised by your action and trying to contain himself, when your hand slipped through the waistband of his pants.

You gave him only a few strokes before he cleared this throat and started to shift, making you remove your hand from him. Guilt crept up your neck when Noah excused himself from the group, saying he was tired.

You looked at him while he stood up and adjusted his clothes. You shot him an apologetic glance when he started walking towards the stairs but you weren’t met with the emotion you thought you would.

Noah signaled you to come after him.

Does that mean-…? Does he want to-…?

Approximately five minutes after Noah you also wished the boys a good night before making your way upstairs and firstly going into the bathroom. You looked at yourself through the mirror and started to think about what was going to happen when you would enter Noah's bedroom.

You weren’t able to form a single straight thought in your head so you just splashed a few drops of water on your face in an attempt to cool you down at least a little before quietly making your way to Noah's room.

You again paused while looking at the door, feeling your heart race so fast you weren’t quite sure if you just had a heart attack. Your mouth went dry when you quietly knocked on the door.

Everything seemed to go a bit slower when you heard him shuffle and than open the door for you, staring directly into your eyes. You didn't even know what to say when you made your way into his room and you definitely didn't know how to go back from this when he closed the door and you slightly pushed him against it.

"What are we doing?" Noah asked quietly while bringing his hands up to your face while your arms wrapped around his torso. "I don't know, Noah. You tell me" You whisper, goose bumps forming on your arms when you noticed you could feel his breath on your face.

"Fuck... I just can't stop." he whispered before kissing you hard. A slight moan escaped your mouth.

Without thinking twice you worked your way to get him out of his pants, before he helped you out of your shirt. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and walked to his bed, while you kissed, your tongues fighting for dominance.

You signaled him to lay down to which he obeyed before he pulled you with him, but you swore to yourself that this time was payback. You helped him out of his shirt, before instantly attacking his neck with kisses. His hands found their way to your hair while he quietly whimpered under you.

"You don't even know what you do to me, Y/N." Noah almost cried out while you kissed your way down to his waistband.

"Than tell me." you demanded while slowly pulling his underwear down to expose his cock. You heard him quietly swear while grabbing the sheets under him. For a moment you were surprised you had this effect on him, before you continued your mission.

"Tell me, Noah." you whisper while taking him in your hand. "Tell me what I do to you." You pressed a kiss to his tip, causing him to buckle his hips up.

"Every time I see you, I want you all to myself." he let out under his breath before you took him into your mouth. "I just can't stop thinking about you."

If you didn't know any better, you would say butterflies filled your stomach because of his statement. You took him as deep as you can while his hips started to move in your favor. One of his hands tangled in your hair and the mix of him quietly cursing out your name and holding you in place while you pleassured him sparked a fire in your core.

"Fuck, Y/N." he curses, careful not to be to loud, "I'm so fucking close..." A moan escaped his mouth and he cupped your cheek with his other hand while you were going up and down his shaft in a steady tempo. "Can I-... Can I cum in your mouth?"

Almost moaning at his request, you nodded and hummed around him. When Noah released into your mouth with a groan it sent shivers down your spine. He slightly twitched as you worked him through his high, hands letting go of your face before pulling you up to his face while you swallow.

"I-..." He started but than there was a knock on the door that let you both freeze in your place.

With widened eyes you stared at each other before you heard the voice of non other than your brother at the other side of the door. "Noah, are you still awake? Can I come in?"

Before you could even think you rolled yourself off of and under this bed, while he dressed himself as fast as he could. "One second." He almost cried out before stumbling to the door and throwing your shirt under the bed in the process, that you quickly pull to yourself before holding your breath.

You felt like you were a fucking teenager hiding from the parents of your person of interest in an attempt to not get embarrassed.

So when Nick came into Noah's room, wanting to talk about something tour related you couldn't help but feel like this all was just some confusing fucking dream.

READ PART 3 HERE

[breeistired]

JJ with Latina reader

Warnings: This is very short, suggestive content, reader is angry, and author is using google translate despite being Mexican

Tropes: Moodyxhappy, poguexpogue, angryxsunshine, golden retrieverxchihuahua.

Summary: JJ spills readers cup and she snaps.

Bree speaks: Hi! Thank you for reading, just answering some questions before I continue writing. I do take reqs, but I do have a busy life, so please bare with me. I don't know how to make a taglist, so if you do, please tell me omg. Also, my askbox is always open, and i love answering questions, so before you go, ask me something! <3 Thank you, any tips are helpful! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! Thank you again, I love you and make good choices.

(I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE A BOARDER)

Today was supposed to be relaxing.

JJ had already taken you out to the beach, letting you play with the water and find those seashells you loved.

When you and JJ came back to the chateau, you had decided- no demanded you make some birria tacos for dinner.

You were already on edge from finding out JJ was eating moldy bread. But you didn't let that ruin your day... yet.

So JJ sat on the couch with John B and Pope, ranting to them how you had the most perfect ass.

"Have you seen how round it is?" JJ groans and moans quite loudly. John B, who already had a girlfriend was tuning him out, making JJ sound like a white noise in his ear.

Pope simply walks away now.

JJ stands up and starts to walk to you. You were listening to music, swaying your hips to it as you chopped up some tomato for the salsa.

He snakes his arms around your waist giving you a sloppy kiss on your neck.

When you two first started dating, you would push him off and giggle. But its been a year since you both were in the honeymoon phase.

You sigh and let him pepper kisses on your neck, continuing to cook.

Everything seemed perfectly fine, nobody was yelling, John B was finally being quiet, not yapping about Ward.

Pope was doing something outside, nobody ever knew.

Until, JJ goes to kiss you and spills your birria sauce you spent an hour on onto the floor.

You and him look at each other at the same time. You clutch the kitchen towel that was on your shoulder. Narrowing your eyes at him, you take a deep breath and sigh.

He thinks he's off the hook, grabbing your chin and pecking your lips. You smile and slowly push him him away.

Then that's when everything snaps.

"¿Sabes qué, pequeño niño blanco? Estoy tan deprimido con tu pálido trasero." You yell and throw the towel at him.

"Crees que puedes conseguir cualquier cosa, ¿eh? ¡Pues no puedes! ¡Espero que te mueras por tu estúpido culo de comer pan mohoso! Morirías sin mí Maybank." You poke a finger into his chest and roll your eyes.

JJ currently has his hands up in defense. He has a tiny smirk on his face. And you fight the urge to smack him.

JJ knows you want to use physical force, you can't hide your facial expressions very well. And to him, they were quite cute, even if you wanted to murder him.

"Será mejor que borres esa maldita sonrisa de tu cara. Estamos en la cocina, hay cuchillos y no me quieres cerca de los cuchillos, JJ." You frantically run a hand through your hair. By now, Sarah and Kiara have entered the chateau finding you two like this. John B, Kiara, Pope and Sarah have all gathered around watching you basically ripping him a new asshole.

"Ni siquiera dios puede salvarte de mí. Oren para que después de tanto grito no se queme mi birria. Porque si así fuera, puedes despedirte de mi trasero." You deadpan. You wipe your hands on your jean shorts and smile. You wave at the girls, acting as if nothing had happened.

After a few seconds of silence, JJ speaks up.

"Is it a good time to say that turned me on?" JJ mumbles and grins at how you look at him.

"No." Everybody says in unison.

[orangekittyenergy]

hi! is it too late to do an ask for the kiss roulette?? if not could you please do rolan with 14? a kiss to the stomach. 👀

Oooooooh 😏 It's never too late my friend!! 🫦 (Kiss asks here)

A Kiss to the Stomach - Rolan x reader (early relationship)

(im in an angsty mood so it came out a little tender)

The first thing you hear is the rustling of pages. The soft scrape of paper on paper. Your newly awake ears immediately feel overwhelmed by it; it sounds like someone is shuffling reams of paper right at your cheek. Before you can get too annoyed, your other senses start to return. You sense bright light just beyond your eyelids. You can smell a soft delicate scent. Flowers? Your mind feels fuzzy. Are you outside?

Your body slowly catches up and you feel plush sheets beneath you. A soft bed is cradling your body. You find yourself blissfully wondering where you are for a moment before the sudden rush of memories and pain comes washing back. A heated battle. A crash down into the water.

Your body jolts back to reality with a lurch and you find yourself trying to move. Your body refuses to comply. Instead, you let out a small groan and feel your eyelids flutter.

"Good morning." A voice approaches swiftly, getting louder as it joins you at your side. You swallow thickly, your tongue heavy. You feel dizzy, confused. Everything is muddled.

"Where...where is everyone?" You mumble through parched lips. Flashes of your companions fill your mind as your brain races to catch up.

"Shhh..this is the first night you've slept all the way through. You might feel a little off from the sleep tonic." You feel a hand gently stroke your hair. Rolan. It was Rolan's voice.

Your eyes snap open and meet his, gazing down at you. A sudden flood of memories fills your brain. The battle in the sky. The parting of ways on the docks. Your first stop had been to come here; to see him. A few fitful nights filled with nightmares later and he had finally convinced you to try a sleep potion.

"Gods." You groan and force one heavy arm up to run a hand across your face. "Why did I let you convince me to try that?"

He smirks at you and lets out a huff of air.

"Well, you needed sleep. Dont cry. You'll be up and feeling much better in no time." He replies, a teasing lilt to his voice.

You turn your head to face him, begrudgingly having to admit to yourself that you are already feeling better and more alert by the second. But, you wouldn't admit that to him.

"Have you ever tried one? Ugh, I feel like I drank a whole barrel of wine last night." You give another groan. He fights away a smile and pushes his lips out in mock concern.

"I guess there's no helping you then. Here I thought I was housing the hero of Baldurs Gate, not a whimpering child."

You chuckle softly and attempt to sit up to be met with a rush of pain in your abdomen. You wince and pull down the covers a touch and raise your nightshirt to find your stomach still covered in bruises. You frown at the sight.

"Ah yes, potions and spells can only do so much. Your body still needs mending. You need r e s t." He says, enunciating each letter as if to prove his point that he was correct about the potion. Your eyes snap back up to his with a heated look.

"I can't just sit around here and let you wait on me." A slight blush crosses your cheek and a slight slip of a bruised ego at the idea of lazing around in bed all day and being tended to. Rolan smiles softly back at you; knowing all too well himself just how bad an ego can be bruised.

"You can and you will. I insist. Despite what others may think, I can be a very good caretaker." His smile fades slightly and his eyes dart away for a moment. "I won't let anything else happen to you." He adds quietly.

After a moment's hesitation, he leans down and plants a careful kiss on the tender skin of your stomach. He lingers there a moment, his breath hot on your skin, avoiding your gaze as he often does when confessing something emotional.

"Let me take care of you. Please?" He breathes out on your stomach.

You squeeze your lips together, the sudden moment of intimacy replacing all feelings of pain. You suddenly feel like you could hop out of bed right then, ready for battle again. Instead, you reach up and gently tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear letting your fingers linger there a moment.

"Fine. Tend to me. I won't argue." You let your body ease back into the bed, resolve gone and pushing away any lingering hints of your ego. Rolan gives one more soft kiss and leans up, pulling your shirt back down for you.

"There. Was that so hard?" He raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk on the corner of his lips, his teasing tone back. "I'll go fetch you breakfast."

[kittykittyb1mb0]

The wild dream I had last night that I woke up soaked to

I had met you before, one of my brothers friend's dad's l. You invited ne over to your house and I assumed ut was something to do with my brothers friend.

I knock on the roof to the house and you let me in, your wearing swim shorts and no shirt, your still in good shape even though your well into your 50s

"Hey how are you? Drink?"

You say and I accept, the first sip burned my thought and I coughed abit, you apologise for how strong u had made ut but I jeep drinking it any way.

You ask me if I want to go for a swim and I accept, although I do t have a bathing suit

"Just wear your underwear, or skinny dip" you say

At first I laugh until I realised your serious, it made me wet thinking about newing completely naked around you, were still stood in the kitchen when I start to take my clothes off, I can feel your eyes scan my not as I see you link your lips

You say nothing as we walk outside, making sure I go first so you can watch my ass jiggle as I walk.

We get outside and I finish the drink you make me, slightly dizzy from the drink I walk into the pool, you follow me quickly and put a hand on my bare waist

"You whore completely nude in my pool, your enjoying this ain't you?"

He puller me closer towards him, my pussy twitched in anticipation. Whore. It made me wet, just the word, you somehow know this

"Whore, whore, whore, whore a dirty little whore who I'm going to ruin"

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him a clear view of my tits and pussy, you carry me out of the pool and chuck me on the bed tying my arm and legs to each post, I dont struggle or resist, you say nothing and put the television on.

I'm completely naked spread on the bed and you put the most filthiest porn you can find on the big television and leave the room turning the volume up so all I could hear where the moans of the girls in the videos. You only occasionally come in to force some more Alcohol down my throat.

My pussy is so desperate to be touched, my thighs and the vet wre covered in my juices after an hour and a half of no touching and watching straight porn, I try anything to get to my pussy buy the restraints are to tight.

You come in and I immediately start to beg you to touch me you just laugh at me and strap a vibrator to me and turn it on full power, the pleasure rips through me and suddenly it stops

"I was just checking ut was working whore"

And you walk away again, not even coming into the room just turning the vibrator on for a few seconds every few minutes. I'm so overstimulated all I want is to ne fuck and filled with cum.

You walk back in wearing nothing, your cock is fully hard, I negotiate and plead for you to use me and breed me full of cum. Your cock pulses you put a finger inside my hole,

"Such a good little whore for daddy so wet already"

You lowered your head vetween my spread legs and slowly licked at my stolen overstimulated clit before penetrating my tight whole with your pulsing cock.

I moaned loudly and came right then and there

"Fucking slut, Cummings already all over daddy's cock, you can cum as often as you want slut, but I won't stop no matter how hard you beg"

You fuck me hard and fast, I cum to many times to count moaning your name, as I get cock drunk, you had fucked so many loads of cum into my pussy to breed me like the slut I am that you got board, switching netween my mouth and pussy i was so cock drunk that I didn't even realise my face, tits and pussy were drowning in your thick creamy cum.

You got up leaving me tied to the bed my brain all fucked out leaving me all covered in cum.

"I'll be back slut, I might even bring some friends next time"

[auras-moonstone]

omg i love your ethan imagines so yk i have to request one!!! a gf!ethan x reader imagine based on the lines, “never was much of a romantic, i could never take the intimacy. and i know i did damage, cause the look in your eyes is killing me” from the song runaway by kayne west? (ignore that its a kayne west song i dont support his actions, and i do love taylor swift lolol) but its an angst where the reader and him are in like a complicated relationship where they both like each other but aren’t dating, and then the reader is their when he reveals himself in act 3? sorry if this request was long lol!! tysm 💖💖

hiii, i love your request and i love writing angst😫 i hope you enjoy it <3

hoax — ethan landry

word count: 1,686

pairing: gf!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n finds out the boy she loves is behind the killings, and thinks the love they had was a hoax.

warnings: angst. mention of death.

GROWING A LIKING TOWARDS Y/N HAD DEFINITELY NOT BEEN ON ETHAN LANDRY’S PLAN. He never even considered it a possibility, even though her dizzying smile and angelic laugh should’ve been enough warning signs. Ethan really thought it would be easy. Sure, Y/N was indeed super kind and funny—and she was lucky enough to have been out of Woodsboro during the murders, so the Kirsch family didn’t have a vendetta against her—, but the plan was the only thing on his mind so he never gave her a second thought outside of it.

Having juked the roommate lottery, he ended up sharing a dorm with Y/N, which meant spending most of his days with her as she was also his classmate. The plan was just to infiltrate the group through Y/N’s friendship. But her charm was inescapable, and soon enough Ethan’s eyes started to absentmindedly find her, his heart slowly began to pound faster whenever she was around, and his soul itched to maker her laugh, because he had grown addicted to that magical sound.

He didn’t have time to run, because he had fallen for her like an early spring snow—unexpectedly, shockingly but beautifully nonetheless. Y/N had swiftly entered his heart and mind to show him the romantic kind of love he had been missing his whole life.

No, they weren’t officially dating, but they both knew the feelings were reciprocated. They had difficult lives, and they couldn’t commit to a relationship yet. But neither of them minded that much, the mere presence of the other was enough. A simple etiquette wasn’t going to make any difference.

Ethan loved that Y/N wanted nothing from him, unlike his family—especially his dad, who forced him into a dark plan he never asked to be a part of. Ethan loved Richie, that was never in doubt, but he had it coming. His own decisions pushed him to his death. Was that the rest of the family’s destiny too? The thought of it paralysed Ethan, he didn’t want that to be his ending. He was just nineteen, he had a whole life ahead of him. But he also was terrified of hurting and disappointing his dad and sister, who were still a wreck after Richie’s death.

He had an internal war constantly going on inside his head and painted on his face. Y/N had noticed the anguish surrounding the boy for a couple of days now, and it worried her a lot.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” she finally asked one day, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind as Ethan washed the dishes.

Her touch was as calming as a lullaby, and it was the only thing that could make him forget about what was going on in his life. “Family issues” he admitted.

“Everything okay?”

He turned around to face her “It’s just… they expect more from me” his answer was vague, but Y/N would never push him to tell her something he wasn’t ready to share. “They want me to focus more on the family business, and at first I was okay with it, but now I’m not so sure that’s what I want for my life.”

“Did you tell them that?” she asked softly.

He shook his head “I don’t want to disappoint them. This business is really really important to them.”

“I can’t tell you what you do, but you do know it’s your life, right? And you shouldn’t let yourself be miserable to keep someone else happy. If they don’t respect your wishes, why should you?”

Ethan hugged her to his chest and wished with all his strength for a future like this—with no revenge plans, with no fear of disappointing anyone, with not having to lie to the person he loved the most in the world. A future with her on his arms, without having to be constantly worried of losing her.

He knew better, but just for a moment, he let himself believe that future was possible. It was a little hoax that allowed him to keep going.

Y/N FELT LIKE HER BODY WAS GOING TO COLLAPSE FROM TIREDNESS AT ANY SECOND. She was exhausted, scared and tired of running for her life. Tara, Sam and Y/N were now cornered by not one, not two but by three Ghostfaces. Her feet hurt almost as much as her soul—they had just lost Chad, and there were no signs of Ethan and Mindy.

“Just quit the drama and show yourselves for fuck sake” Y/N said in irritation.

Officer Bailey looked at her, showing him a smirk she didn’t like at all. It was evil, secretive, the smirk of someone who knew something crucial that she didn’t. “Oh, kid, this is about to get more dramatic. Especially for you.”

When Ethan felt a pat on his chest, he knew it was time. He took off the mask. He had imagined that scene countless times, wondering what Y/N’s face would look like once she knew the truth. Yet no image could have prepared him for the immense amount of pain he was felt when his eyes met hers.

Y/N stood frozen, but her eyes said it all. They spelt betrayal, astonishment and above all, sadness. A hoax, a sleigh of hand, that’s what their bond had been. It had meant everything to her, and was just an strategic move for him. Ethan could read every thought on her mind, and he wanted nothing more than to cradle her into his arms and sweep all those ideas from her mind.

It all happened in a blur—one second her gaze and mind were focused on Ethan and the next one she was being dragged away by him.

“No!” she tried to fight him, her feet tried to stay firm on the ground but his strength was unbeatable. “Ethan, please.”

“I’m moving you to a safe place” he explained in a calm voice. But she didn’t trust him anymore, so fear crept into her body. Was this how she was going to die? At the hands of the boy she loved? “Here.”

The closet was dimly lit and narrow, their bodies were almost pressed against the other. “Let me go.”

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter to them if you had nothing to do with Richie’s death. They are going to kill you, you need to stay here.” he explained desperately.

Y/N’s eyes went to the knife held in his right hand, then she looked down at the stitches on her stomach, and she swore she heard the way her heart shattered like glass. Had Ethan—the one who had kissed the wound better, the one who had held her hand as the nurse stitched her up, the one who whispered reassuring sweet words on her ear as she looked down terrified at all the blood she had lost—been the one who inflicted that very same wound on her?

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was wondering, so Ethan grabbed her by the cheeks as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. The terrified look on her eyes didn’t go past him, and it killed him. “No, baby. No. I swear, I didn’t do that to you. I would never hurt you.”

“Don’t call me baby! And don’t you get it? You already did.” her lower lip trembled. The guy who she had trusted with her body and soul, the one that felt like home to her, was the person whom she should’ve been running away from all along. “Was I just some pawn in your game?”

Ethan’s eyes widened “What?”

“Was I just some kind of Trojan’s horse? The girl you used to get inside the group?”

The brunet wanted to say no, but they both knew it would be a lie. “Only at first…” when Y/N hid her face in her hands to sob, he couldn’t help but bring her into his arms. The action destroyed her, because his arms were the place she used to shelter herself in whenever she felt sad. And despite the fact that he was now the one piercing her soul, his embrace still quieted her pain. “But I fell for you, for real, Y/N. I hate myself for bringing you into this mess, you don’t deserve it. You’re… you’re the one who made me feel happy again after everything that happened last year.”

“Fuck you, Ethan. I hate you.” she cried in his chest. Y/N wanted to pull away almost as much as she wanted to lock her arms around his frame forever.

“I know, I’m sorry” he whispered. “I have to go.”

“No. No, please. Don’t leave me here, stay with me.” the panic in her voice was heavy.

“I’m going to come back for you, I promise. Don’t leave unless I come back, okay?”

What if you don’t come back? was the question that lingered on that small room. There was a high chance that he might not see her again, and that this was the last time she would see him alive.

“If you’re not back within ten minutes, I’ll go find you. And you better be alive, Ethan Landry.” the boy smiled, and pressed a short kiss to her lips. “Please come back to me, okay? I love you, please don’t make me live a life without you.”

“I will, Y/N. And then we’ll go home, and cuddle and everything will be okay. I love you.”

But that night, Y/N walked back to the apartment alone, leaving a part of her back in that shrine. She arrived to the place that stopped being a home and became a house instead. She tucked herself to bed and closed her eyes waiting for warm arms to hug her waist, but they never came. Instead, she had to hug the pillow that smelled like citrus—his shampoo—and let the salt tears fall freely.

She’s got a lot to live without now, and she’s never going to meet what a future with Ethan could’ve been. The battle was over, but the worse was yet to come. Now, she had to learn how to be without Ethan.

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❝𝐘𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬❞

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

【ＳＦＷ　ａｎｄ　ＮＳＦＷ ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ】

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

GENDER NETURAL BUT AFAB READER sorry :')

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! check the bottom of this post for information <3

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Before you started to go out together, Yosano had a soft spot for you

For example, compared to the other agency members, when you got hurt she got more protective and would be much nicer with her... Words, unlike with Kunikida or Atsushi where she would full on chain saw them

Yosano would bring out less "scarier" weapons and be like "this will only hurt for a moment"

It did not hurt JUST for a moment ರ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ರ

"(Y/N) you need to hold still."

"HOW CAN I DO THAT WHEN IM TIED DOWN ?! PLUS. plus. Tanizaki warned me about your.. methods."

"yes..."

"this won't hurt."

"..for me"

"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN."

Yosano will always look for you first whenever she needs to go out shopping

She loves shopping with you, whether it's for groceries, tools, supplies or for a fun day like getting some new clothes, she'll always have your opinion on something she's getting

Be careful around her when she's drunk though

She loves you... But be careful

She will become a force that can't be stopped as soon as that scalpels in her hand

Of course, you will have to drag her home and take care of her. Sober her up as she's wobbling around a bit

Yosano once grabbed you arm and you thought she was pulling you in for a kiss.. just for her to fall out the best.

Drunkard ಠ⁠﹏⁠ಠ... But we love her (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

"Yosano you need to get to bed"

"(Y/NNNnnn)" she grabbed your arm randomly with her lips perked and pulling you closer slowly.

( THUD )

Yosano tiredly fell face first on the ground, just laying there for a moment. "...ueghhh"

"..Yosano what the actual.. nevermind."

Yosano is an amazing cook, she's just not one to do it often.

She gets too tired after a long day at the Agency, which is every day, and just immediately falls asleep with you under her arm on the couch

She's always happy to help you whenever you feel under the weather. Mentally, physically and emotionally.

She has always been a good listener, sadly she isn't too good with advice. She just drags her fingers along your back to sooth you and apologizes for your mishap.. hoping you to be better

OF COURSE, just because she's bad at vocal help doesn't mean she won't TRY to cheer you up.

She'll drag you somewhere outside or inside and do whatever makes you feel better

Yosano is the type of person to play a horror movie, SPECIFICALLY AND ESPECIALLY if you hate them or get scared easily

She'll just watch you hide your blanket, ready for you to jump into her arms so she can hold you

She'll be very chill about it, like "it's just a movie, get over yourself" or "dont worry, I'll protect you, sweetheart" as she continues to hold you tightly and protectively with a smug smirk

...either that, or she'll scare you herself </3

Of course, she doesn't mean any of that, just messing with you a bit

Yosano is in between with PDA, like she doesn't mind or get embarrassed easily in public.

She'd also rather have all her special moments with you in private specifically

She uses small or common pet names like "sweetheart" or "darling"

she LOVES leaving little red lipstick kisses on you, ESPECIALLY when you don't realize it's on you and you're walking around with it in the agency or somewhere else

Makes her a little proud of herself to bag someone like you(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

(Atsushi) "...(Y/N)"

"Yeah?"

"...there's, uh... Something on your..." He pointed to his forehead, signaling to you that you had something there.

You pull a small mirror out to see..- "YOSANOO"

She's a bigger teaser

Like, If you're the type to be a nervous wreck or very clumsy, Yosano will always shake her head but help you up and then tease you about it later.

To add on, shes VERY protective of you. Sometimes a littttttle overprotective

She will not stand for ANY disrespect that comes to you, smacking down any person(⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

She's the type to treat you like a princess one moment, before straight up putting you in your place the next.

She'd be like "darling, c'mere please~!" before completely just pulling you by your wrist, lovingly, and just "love, come here." Or "GET YO ASS OVER HERE--" as she chases you down to fix your bruised arm

Yosano loves it when you're sleeping on top of her, it allows her to feel like she's protecting you as her arms wrap around you and she'll brush her finger through your hair or against your back.

She'll often watch you sleep before allowing herself to rest, she wants to makesure your comfortable

.... She snores (⁠ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ⁠)

And is a very rough sleeper. MEANING that she will basically start throwing hands, kicking and pull most of the blanket for herself in the night

But as soon as you start moving to sleep on the couch, she'll wrap her arms around you and pull the blanket over you allowing you to sleep... She'll start sleep fighting again though

Loves to receive and give

Her biggest love is for flowers, specifically dark colored flowers like dark red roses OR hand crafted gifts like paper rings

She finds the colors so mysterious and lovely

She's the type to decorate her desk with your gifts, especially the small and cute ones

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥

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She's a top, and will very rarely allow you take control

It's not a control libido or anything like that, she just loves to give them receive in this instance

Often will have you, and her, both in dark lingerie

She'll always comment on how beautiful you are, "beautiful patient" "pretty lady" "sexy girl" LMAO

She is very good at oral, often nibbling on your thighs and leaving little hickies and bite marks

SPEAKING OF WHICH she loves to mark you, but only in private areas where she's allowed to see.

Makes her feel special when you allow her to do such intimate things

She will. edge you at the Agency

When no one is in the room or looking, she'll move her hand against your thigh and move it up your shirt of under the waist band of your pants, testing you against your panties

"Yosano, wait.. not here-"

"shhh, sweet girl, you don't want the others to hear how loud you can really be.." Yosano whisper against your ear.

Your hips would buck against her fingers. You can feel her smirk tugging at the edge of her lips. "..naughty girl."

Often will only degrade you when she's edging you, the rest of the time she'll fill your ears up with only praises and compliments

Loves to nibble and suck on your breasts

Hear me out, IF YOU HAVE NIPPLE RINGS SHES MATCHING WITH YOU.

Probably has a few kinks

Loves it when you tug on her hair if she's testing your limits

She isn't very loud, unlike you

She's good at concealing her noise, COUGH ESPECIALLY if you guys are doing a quickie in the emergency room at the Agency

Yes, I do think she'd like quickies but NOT in public areas like behind a building or in a photo booth. Makes her feel icky compared to a place she's comfortable in

She's good with her hands, usually will use them to trace patterns against your skin and slowly moving it in sensitive areas she knows really mess with you

Because she's a doctor, she's good at anatomy(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Knows all your sweet spots you love getting touched at like the back of her palm

Loves to keep eye contact, because she knows that you wouldn't be one to keep a straight face as she stared you so smug

As Yosano practically ate away at your entrance, her fingers teasing your clit while her other hand had two fingers inserted inside your aching core, she wouldn't dare look away.

You on the other hand, it was so difficult. You wanted to watch her eat you out, but with the way her eyes had a hint of lust and intimidation, you couldn't handle it.

She could tease you without even saying it.

Has definitely used toys before, not often though

It's up for debate if she likes to use vibrators because she's prefer doing the work herself unless she's feeling tired or lazy

Using a dildo strap is a turn on, receiving and giving

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Chapter 9

Warnings: Fraphic mention of scars, blood, radiation poisoning, very little angst, suggestive text.

Not proof read so be warned.

A/N: im so fucking sorry it’s taken me this long to post this chapter. I have had absolutely 0 motivation to write and my assignment stress certainly isn’t helping. This chapter isn’t filled with action or smut but I still think it’s important for more characterisation. Be warned it’s not the best thing I’ve written. I deleted it and rewrote it at least 7 times.

Without further ado. Enjoy.

Series Masterlist

X—X—X—X—X

Chapter 9

Natasha knew she needed to be calm. She knew she needed to be prepared to use the lullaby incase Bruce hulked out.

But seeing your blood on the wall and you crumpled on the floor was enough to make her hulk out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nat yelled, rushing to your side.

The shock of what Nat said was enough for Bruce to start getting himself under control.

It struck him that he’d just laid hands on a teammate. But seeing you on top of Natasha just didn’t sit right with him.

Especially since he recently found out that Natasha was dating Wanda.

“That home-wrecker was trying to force herself on you. I was just trying to protect you” Bruce snapped, desperately trying to control his transformation but feeling it cloud his judgment.

The universe seemed to enjoy fucking Nat over because at that moment Steve, Tony, and Sam barged into the room on. They seemed to have heard what happened and merely looked confused.

Natasha got up and poked Bruce in the chest.

“Dont. Call. Her. That.” She fumed.

“Bruce I think you should go to your room. Now.” Steve said as he noticed the green hue in Bruce’s veins starts to increase slowly.

Bruce glared at you one last time and rushed to his room.

The moment Bruce left, Wanda entered holding a spatula as a weapon.

“What’s going on?” Wanda demanded.

Her hand dropped when she saw the small splatter of blood on the wall above you. You were forcing one eye closed through what was clearly a headache.

Wanda knelt beside you and cupped your cheek, letting out a small smile when you sighed at the contact.

“Nat, was Y/n forcing you to kiss her?”

Wanda’s head snapped up at the question, frowning in confusion.

“No. She wasn’t” Nat said gritting her teeth.

“But she was trying to kiss you?” Sam asked.

Natasha rolled her eyes and knelt next to you and planted a kiss your lips and then Wanda’s. Wanda smirked as she leaned forward and softly pecked your lips.

Both of the women’s eyes were on you who just looked dazed with a slight hint of a smile.

“Hot.” Sam commented.

Nat let out a disgusted ‘ugh’ and was about to comment but it seemed that Wanda had beaten her to it.

There was a sound of glass shattering as Sam was thrown out the glass door and into the pool.

Steve rushed outside just to see Sam getting out of the pool and walked back in, heading to his room. Everyone heard him grumble about how no one can take a joke anymore these days.

The moment he was gone, Steve began to lecture Wanda about hurting teammates and how it was an overreaction.

Unable to handle the drama, Tony cleared his throat.

“I have some news” he announced.

Everyone turned to look at him expectantly.

“Party tonight in celebration of y/n’s first successful mission”

Your eyes widened.

“You don’t have to do that-“

Tony was having none of that .“Nonsense. We’re having the party. Wear something nice.”

He walked out of the room, followed by Steve who went to prepare for training.

After a minute of you, Wanda, and Nat looking at each other in confusion, the three of you sighed and finally went to the kitchen where Wanda had made breakfast. Your mouth watered at the sight of the tower of pancakes in front of you.

Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you sat down and took some into your plate. Immediately drowning your pancakes in syrup and scarfing them down as fast as you can.

Nat and Wanda followed your lead, eyes filled with amusement.

You finally showed signs of slowing down after your 4th serving.

“Someone has an appetite” Nat teased.

You merely smiled at her, a little syrup dripped from the corner of your mouth.

Wanda immediately leaned forward and swiped the syrup from the corner your mouth with her thumb rubbing your lower lip in the process, immediately bringing it to her mouth.

When Wanda hummed at the taste, Nat grabbed her wrist and brought Wanda’s thumb to her mouth.

You gulped hard when you saw her cheeks hollow out. Eyes looking at you seductively.

The two merely smirked at your gaping face.

Nat noticed a thought cross your mind as you looked away for a moment, your energy seemed to have dropped noticeably. You shook your head and looked at them curiously.

“So.. does this mean.. um.. that the three of us are ‘together’ together? Like… publicly?” You asked hesitantly

Wanda smiled and nodded.

Nat couldn’t help but tease you. “I mean.. maybe? Depends on how nicely you as- OW”

Nat winced as Wanda kicked her foot.

You merely chuckled at the gesture. The three of you finished your breakfast with light conversation.

Nat stood up to stretch, exposing her midriff slightly. Both yours and Wanda’s eyes immediately went to her abs.

Damn. You were hungry again... this time though, not for food…

Nat merely smirked, well aware of the effect she had on the both of you.

“Wanda and I have training in an hour so we’re going to go prepare for that. Would you like to join us Detka?”

You snapped your open mouth shut and looked at her, processing what she said.

Eventually you shook your head. “I think I’m going to try sleeping. Healing so many people makes me really tired for a day or two”

Nat nodded and the two of them left.

You made your way to your room and within 10 minutes, passed out.

X—X

“Do you think y/n is okay?” Wanda asked as she ducked a punch the widow threw her way.

Nat sighed. “I’m not sure.. I wish I knew what was bothering her”

Pretty soon Nat had Wanda pinned to the ground and kissed her nose.

Wanda’s cute nose scrunch encouraged Nat to begin kissing all over her face.

Ms Hill is requesting Ms Y/l/n’s presence in the conference room. Came FRIDAY’s voice

The two of them froze, Wanda heard Nat’s jaw click shut.

Wanda confused simply asked FRIDAY why it didn’t tell you directly.

Ms. Y/l/n has disabled any and all announcements in her room.

Wanda and Nat took their time walking to your room with the intention of letting you rest as much as possible.

Upon entering your room they both smiled at your sleeping body sprawled over the bed.

There was a fresh earthy smell that gave the indication that you had watered your plants before you went to sleep.

They stood over your sleeping form, adorable little snores escaping you.

Nat gently laid her hand on your shoulder. “Wake up draga. You have a mission to go to”

Your eyes open partially at the sound of her voice, you let out a disgruntled ‘Nat?’.

You took her hand in yours and Natasha yelped as you pulled her in, smothering her with cuddles.

While Natasha certainly wasn’t expecting it, she was more surprised that this was the second time you got the upper hand and that you managed to flip her onto the bed.

She definitely wasn’t complaining, being in your arms felt so comfortable that she couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh and nuzzle further into you.

Meanwhile, Wanda found the situation entirely amusing. Not wanting to be left behind, she jumped into bed with the two you and huddled further into Natasha, throwing her legs over yours.

You let out a content hum and went back to sleep.

Wanda let you stay like that for another five minutes before kissing your forehead. “You have a mission, detka. You need to wake up now.”

You merely grumbled. “Five ‘more mins”

Wanda merely chuckled and straddled you, giving you the same treatment Natasha gave her when the ex-assassin had pinned her down.

Try as you may, you were unable to hold back your smile. Yet were determined not to open your eyes.

Wanda did not appreciate that at all. “If you don’t wake up right now, you’re not going to be touching Nat or I for a week.”

Nat’s eyes shot open and looked at Wanda incredulously

“What the fuck? Why am I a part of this??”

Wanda ignored Natasha’s thoughts and looked at you.

Huffing you got up abruptly, Wanda squeaked as she was thrown back on the bed.

You glared at Wanda who snorted at the look of your disheveled bed hair.

Muttering to yourself about how nobody plays nice anymore you went into the bathroom for a shower.

The two remaining women merely looked at each other and burst out laughing at your antics.

X—X

Seven minutes later the three of you entered the meeting room.

Maria Hill sat at the head of the table waiting, smirking when you entered. “Took you long enough. I see you have two new bodyguards.”

You just held their hands in return.

Maria raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Congratulations. Anyway, we have an assignment for you. It’s urgent in nature so you will need to leave the moment the briefing is over”

You nodded, a little hesitant that you haven’t completely recovered from yesterday’s mission but didn’t want to let anyone down.”

Natasha wasn’t entirely convinced. “Who’s going with her?”

“Since Vision is on another mission, and Thor is off world she’s the only other person whose skill set is applicable”

You were about to as her to continue when something struck you. “Wait, what do you mean Thor is off world? We met him last night?”

Maria merely nodded. “As of this morning Thor met Doctor Strange and was informed about chaos in other worlds and sent there. ”

You gulped down the guilt of turning him down last night. If only you’d just agreed to help him.

Wanda, having heard your thoughts, squeezed your hand. “You can’t think like that draga, you weren’t feeling well enough to help him.”

You smiled in gratitude and focused on Maria. “What’s the mission?”

“A secret government facility was testing new forms of energy with the use of radiation. They created a special material which increases its radioactivity the more it’s exposed to its environment. Due to an accident the material’s container was compromised and it was opened. You’ll need to evacuate the survivors and put the material in the new container.”

You’d never healed someone else from radiation poisoning before but you knew it wouldn’t be pretty.

You grabbed the new container that was sitting on the table and turned around to see say bye to your girlfriends.

My girlfriends. The thought made your heart flutter.

Within moments, you were in a van heading to the site.

X—X

In order to occupy their time, Natasha and Wanda worked on writing their reports for yesterday’s mission. Once that was done, they decided to have an early lunch while watching some old James Bond films.

Neither said much as both were thinking about you. Despite knowing you for a few months, they had become far too attached to your presence.

Wanda felt.. empty. She had gotten so used to feeling your presence and now the lack of it felt.. wrong. It had only been a couple of hours since your departure but she desperately needed you to be okay and back with them.

Natasha was missing you far too much for her comfort. Being forced to forego all emotional bonds, the presence, or lack there of, of her partner filled her with feelings she wasn’t accustomed to handling.

Within minutes, the two found themselves in your bed. They decided to continue watching their movie in your room.

Once the movie had ended Wanda’s closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, your scent on the pillows soothing her. Soon, Natasha followed.

X—X

The slight creak of the door opening woke Natasha from her nap, she sat up as she saw you slowly shuffle towards the bathroom.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t answer she frowned, her eyes widened when she saw your hand when you went to open the door of the bathroom. It was red and raw, as if you had been severely sunburned.

Nat slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom, but before she could reach it you had locked the door.

Wanda sat up on the bed, frowning and rubbing her eyes. “Malyshka? What’s going on? Is that y/n”

Thud

Wanda was immediately by the bathroom door, knocking repeatedly. “Y/n are you okay? What’s going on?”

When she heard you groan she didn’t hesitate to use her magic to open the door. You were face down, one hand in the shower, the rest of the body shaking on the floor.

Nat immediately knelt next to you and turned you to face them and felt her heart drop.

Wanda couldn’t help but let out a shriek at the sight, your face was almost entirely red and raw. They almost looked like burns and rashes.

They figured you had them everywhere in your body, what they didn’t know was why you weren’t healing like you usually do.

Nat noticed you trying to speak but only incoherent gasps came out.

Having read your mind, Wanda knew what you needed. With Nat’s help she got you under the shower and turned it to the coldest setting possible.

Neither left your side despite how cold the water felt.

It took ten more minutes before they saw a noticeable difference, the raw burns had lost a lot of their colour.

Wanda let out a sigh of relief as she realised your body was healing itself, albeit slower than usual.

Eventually you started shivering.

Deciding it was time to stop, Natasha shut the water and helped you up.

You looked much better, the rashes were starting to fade away.

You attempted to walk but swayed dangerously. Your girlfriends were immediately by your side.

“We need to get you out of these clothes devochka. Can you please let us help you?” Nat said gently.

You turned to her, pain radiating off you in waves.

“Too.. many… scars.” You muttered softly, too in pain to form full sentences.

Wanda gently kissed your wet cheek. “You will never be ugly to us, draga. Your scars are a part of you. And let me tell you something. You. Are. Stunning.”

It took you a minute, but you nodded. Giving your consent as you went to remove your sweatshirt but were stopped by your girlfriends.

They slowly removed your sweatshirt and your sweatpants, followed by your sports bra, panties, and socks.

Wanda choked back a sob as she saw burned skin from your right shoulder down to the left side of your hip. It took up nearly 40% of your back. Your entire right tricep was burned and your feet were littered with deep scars.

Natasha walked over to your front, slowly looking down at your body. The front merely had cuts and gashes, except for a long white scar the went from underneath your right breast to your navel.

Natasha’s heart sank as she saw the broken expression on your face. You truly believed yourself to be anything but beautiful.. So Nat did the first thing that came to her mind, she removed all her clothes.

Wanda caught on to her intentions and stood beside Natasha and stripped too.

Your eyes widened and you looked up at the ceiling, knowing damn well that if you even glanced at them you would definitely have trouble looking them in the eye.

The two held back their amusement and enveloped you in a big hug. The sheer acceptance the two showed you was enough for you to break down.

You didn’t even notice that you were wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, or that they had somehow manoeuvred you so that you were lying down in bed between the two of them.

Their gentle praises and whispers of affection helped you relax and slowly drift into the best sleep you’ve had in years.

They watched you go to sleep, nuzzling into Wanda’s neck while you essentially draped Natasha’s arm and leg over your body.

It didn’t take long for them to follow you back into the realm of dreams.

X—X

A gentle knock on your door woke Natasha up from her rest. Turns out during your nap. You managed to turn around and completely entangle your limbs with Natasha’s so that half of you was practically on top of her.

Despite being the world’s best assassin, she knew there was no way she could untangle her limbs from yours without you waking up.

Seeing as Wanda was not as entangled as Natasha was, she called for Wanda in her mind.

After a few seconds of screaming Wanda’s name in her mind, Wanda grumbled and shushed Nat by pressing her finger against Natasha’s lips. “You’re too loud”

“There’s someone at the door, devochka. Can you please see who it is?” Nat asked

Sighing in annoyance, Wanda gently moved out of your grasp and trudged to the door.

She opened the door to see Tony stand there in a fancy suit, a woman wearing semi-formal attire stood a little further away.

Tony looked at Wanda in surprise and smirked. “Guess I should get used to the three of you being in each other’s room.”

Wanda merely looked at him unimpressed. “Can I help you with something?”

Tony cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I realised that y/n doesn’t really have anything to wear for the party tonight. I just need her measurements and preferences, and within half an hour my stylist will deliver something mind bogglingly stunning. I mean, it is her debut after all.”

Wanda frowned. “Tony, I don’t think y/n will be able-“

“I can do it.”

Wanda’s head snapped back to you. With Natasha’s help you were making your way to the door.

Tony’s eyes widened as he saw the scars on your feet but quickly looked up at your face. That didn’t help either. “What happened to you?”

You just smiled weakly. “Radiation poisoning is a bitch. But it doesn’t matter. I’m coming to the party.”

Tony left after the stylist took your measurements and asked you a couple questions.

She tried to inquire about your preferences but you simply said you didn’t care as long as it covered most of your body.

Other than Wanda and Natasha, you just weren’t comfortable showing your scars to anyone.

Once they left, you sat back down on the bed. Exhaustion evident on your face.

“Draga, are you sure you want to attend the party?” Natasha asked gently.

You nodded. “The visible injuries are almost completely gone and in another half an hour I should be completely fine”

Wanda moved to sit behind you, hugging your back and rested her chin on your shoulder.

You definitely didn’t feel breasts press against you. Nope. Not happening.

Your eyes flitted to Natasha who was just smirking. Honestly, you were 80% sure the assassin could read minds.

To make matters worse, she straddled your lap and rest her chin against your other shoulder.

Why the ever-loving fuck wasn’t anyone in this room wearing a bra?? And more importantly, why was it affecting you so much?

The more you thought about it the more you realised your arousal was pretty much a given since you were in a relationship with the two hottest people in the universe.

“The universe? Really?” You heard Wanda whisper in your ear teasingly.

The contact made your breath hitch.

“You’re too kind, milaya” Nat husked in your other ear.

Oh these two were going to get it for sure.

You froze when you felt Wanda lightly trail a finger down the burn on your arm.

“Does it hurt?” She asked gently.

You shook your head. “It’s just a little more sensitive than the rest of my skin”

Nat’s head perked up at that, she shifted to your other shoulder.

She tugged on your shirt, asking if you’d be comfortable removing it. You surprised yourself when you agreed immediately, up until today you hadn’t let anybody see you naked willingly. Always choosing to wear a hoodie or a sweatshirt when you spent the night with someone.

A kiss on your scarred shoulder brought you out of your thoughts, you jumped at the sensation.

“Wait” you said, slightly panicked.

The two stopped their gentle assault of kisses on your body and looked at you with such kindness and adoration that you were pretty sure you would have turned into a puddle if physically possible.

“Do- Don’t you find it… weird?” You asked hesitantly, unable to look either of them in the eye.

Nat frowned and took her finger to your chin, tilting it so you’d look at her. “Baby, there’s nothing weird about you. Your scars are proof that you did something most would not have been able to survive. You were a hero long before you got your powers.”

Your eyes fluttered when you felt Wanda cup your cheek. Unbeknownst to you she had moved to sit beside you.

You turned your head to look at her only to find her looking at you with teary eyes. “You are perfect, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Please let me show you how much I cherish and love adore you.”

“Let us show you, draga” Nat interjected. “Let us make you feel good… Please?”

There was absolutely no way you were going to pass on the opportunity to let these goddesses please you. You simply nodded your head, not trusting your voice at the moment.

The two smiled in such a manner that you were pretty sure you’d need a towel for a certain situation down there.

Wanda leaned close to you, eyes solely fixated on your lips. You didn’t hesitate to meet them. Heart fluttering at the taste of her and feel of her soft lips.

You let out a gasp as you felt Nat place feather-light kisses on your back. You expected to freeze and ask them to stop but you couldn’t help it when your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing becoming shallow.

Nobody having ever done this to you seemed to make you extra sensitive.

When Wanda leaned her head down and bit your scarred shoulder gently you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Fingers gripping tightly against the witches arms.

“Just let go, darling” Nat whispered in your ear. “Just enjoy the sensations”

You felt shivers travel up and down your spine as you nodded without realising.

Wanda started to nibble and suck down your neck and further down your collarbone while Natasha continued to play featherlight kisses down your back, focusing on your scar. It felt reassuring and oh so good.

You couldn’t help yourself as small whimpers and soft moans left you.

Before things could escalate, there was a soft knock on the door.

You froze, your heart immediately pounding. Wanda knowing what you needed handed you your t-shirt.

You gave her a peck and walked to the door.

Upon opening it, you found Tony’s stylist standing there, holding a black cover that clearly had your outfit.

She left shortly after handing it to you, completely ignoring the gratitude you tried to extending.

Turning around you found your girlfriends entangled in each other, kissing passionately as Wanda let out free moans due to Natasha taking control of the kiss.

Within 20 minutes you had worn your outfit and and put on some light makeup that you thought suited your outfit.

You were checking the outfit in the mirror when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You turned around to find your girlfriends’s hungry looks on you.

They shot up and slowly made their way towards you as though you were their prey.

You shudder when the two started licking and sucking on opposite sides of your neck.

Unable to help yourself, you let out a moan when the two sucked at the sensitive spots on your neck. Hard.

When they stepped back, Wanda let out a groan while she continued to stare at your neck.

Before you could question her motive she latched on to your neck and sucked even harder. Biting when you let out a moan.

Stepping back the two looked at you and then looked at each other in frustration.

“Can either of you tell me what the fuck is going on?” You said as you tried to get your breathing under control.

Wanda huffed and looked away, a slight blush made its way to her cheek.

“We wanted to mark you with hickeys to let everyone know you’re take. But the FUCKING hickeys won’t stay and heal within seconds.” Nat huffed, equally annoyed by the phenomena.

Wanda’s eyes light up as an idea formed in her head. She turned to your vanity and picked up two lipsticks which only they knew matched their outfits.

She glanced at Nat and told her the plan mentally.

Smirking Nat took her lipstick and applied a heavy coat on her lips.

Once they both did that, they leaned towards you and placed a kiss on either side of your neck.

Chuckling you looked in the mirror and felt a sense of belonging as the two distinct lipstick marks that your girlfriends had made.

You chuckled to yourself.

For the first time in your life, you were looking forward to attending a party. Even if it was to show other who you belonged to.

This is going to be fun.

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[puhpandas]

Evil Gregory makes me so mad because we have never seen him in control of himself outside of life-or-death situations where he doesn't get a choice to be good (partially a fault of game writing, but I may be in the minority for wanting Gregory to have had an option to save the glamrocks, partially a fault of Gregory's character and fears). Or he's mind controlled and nothing is his fault.

Anyways, this never would've happened if GT wasn't so insistent Gregory couldn't just be who (and what) he is at face value: a scared and angry little boy. Cause they've been pushing that angle since SB came out.

this is exactly it. gregory has literally never gotten to exist on screen without being in a life or death situation or forced to make a decision about something, and that's making things so difficult

it's not really a good decision to try and hope to ever see him on camera doing something normal bc like. they're games and they have to have things happening in them, yknow. but just developing him more as a character showing him during breathers, like they could have done in sb but didnt, would do so much

and they havent been showing ANY product if the GOOD things hes done. freeing vanessa, showing freddy theres more to life and giving him a reason to deviate, weve never gotten to see the aftermath of the good things hes done, so the bad things are always highlighted. his good actions are constantly overshadowed by his bad ones, even ones that arent even confirmed he did

genuinely just. allowing him to be on screen and showing 3 star fam existing and them interacting and their goals will do an incredible amount for all their characters. Gregory is in the role of protagonist hero good guy, but they keep having him 'do' bad things and then focus on that way more than the good.

that's why people are seeing him in a worse light (and you cant blame people for looking deeper into his character in the SB era. there was definitely some intended sketchy backstory because of ggy, but it hadn't been released yet so what they saw was all they knew as context)

& I dont think this is an on purpose writing tactic. they arent trying to tell you slowly that Gregory is the mastermind behind everything evil and blah blah. he would have gotten development in SB but didnt. that's basically what it always boils down to. scott cawthon was talking about ruin being a redemption to SB, which it truly was writing wise, but not for the characters IN sb

once another big scale game comes out like Sb, which will probably actually for real be in the horizon after SOTM, gregory will have a chance to come back and get that development he deserves along with vanessa and Freddy and itll be amazing if they actually try and give them justice

[blitzyn]

payback pt.2

venti's gnosis x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: Despite your mind's protests, your body craved something different.

first part

a/n -> technically this isnt a reader x anyone but its ventis gnosis so... i dont know how to feel about this tbh but i wouldnt say im ashamed LMAO. this suggestion actually reminds me of a childe x m reader fic i read a while ago. i dont remember much but reader was the hydro archon i think and childe fucked the shit out of him lol. and put readers gnosis inside him and took it then left. really shitty description but i cant find it anymore :( lets ignore the fact that using ventis gnosis - or any at all - would hurt pls

wc -> 1.6k

cw -> improper use of a gnosis??, anal fingering, masturbation, harbinger reader, not beta read

You hadn't done much after you boarded the large boat that would send you back to Snezhnaya. You spent most of your time asleep within the confines of your designated room. There wasn't much, but it was definitely better than nothing.

You stared at the ceiling in boredom. There was no current use for you, so you had no way of spending your time. That was one of the things you disliked about being a Harbinger. You were rarely able to develop or pursue hobbies and interests outside your field of work, so when you had free time, you were always unsure of what to do.

You usually resorted to helping one of the others if they needed it (if they were around) - minus Dottore, Sandrone, and Pierro. Tsaritsa knows you would never understand what they do. But you're by your lonesome, now. So it's just you and your thoughts.

You swallowed hard when you thought back to a few days prior to your departure. You tried hard to recall something else, but the memory seemed to persist. With the disadvantage of having nothing to keep you occupied, you were given no choice but to remember the event that took place in Windrise.

Goosebumps littered your flesh at the recollection of the barrage of sensations forced upon your body. The fresh air, the chilled stone against your back, the warmth of the Anemo Archon's body close to yours...

You could feel your face heating up when you remembered the ecstasy he made you feel. In shame or arousal, you didn't know.

You loudly groaned and hid your face within your hands, completely contrasting your professional title as a Harbinger. The memory seemed to appear more vividly the harder you tried to forget about it, which left you in a state of lust and confusion. Pleasure dropped in your stomach like a rock when you slowly began to succumb to the memory's hold.

You dragged a hand down your torso as you let it play over and over again, tentatively placing a hand over your hardening cock to give it a light squeeze. A sigh left your lips as you gently palmed yourself through your clothes, relishing in the mild waves of pleasure that coursed through you.

You rubbed yourself for a few moments longer before you began to crave something more, though you took your time removing the bottom half of your clothes. You were a bit surprised to see a small wet patch already forming through the fabric of your boxers. Maybe the god was right. You must've enjoyed it more than you admitted.

The thought sent the heat of irritation into your chest, making you furrow your eyebrows and grind your teeth. But you had something to deal with at the moment. You could dwell in your anger another time.

You let out a shaky exhale as you finally began to stroke your dick, gathering droplets of precum to make it smoother. It throbbed fervently in your hand, hips lightly jutting upwards. You used your other hand to massage and squeeze your balls.

You subconsciously bit your lip when you began to release quiet grunts and moans. Although you knew the walls were made of the sturdiest and thickest wood in Snezhnaya, you didn't want to risk letting others know what you were doing.

You brought up your other hand and placed two fingers in your mouth to suck on them. Deeming them wet enough, you took them out and hesitantly prodded at your hole. You weren't lying when you said that you've never been the one to be fucked before. But this lack of knowledge wasn't enough to deter you from continuing.

It was a strange sensation now that you were given enough time to actually process it. You were slightly expecting the same burn from before, but was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was none. Slowly, you began moving your fingers in a steady rhythm, getting used to the feeling.

You accidentally let out a loud moan when your fingers brushed up against a small bump, a shock of pleasure running through your body. You continued to press up against it while jerking yourself off. You moved your hands faster, trying to raise yourself up to your orgasm, but you were unable to push yourself over the edge.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you momentarily paused. You needed to get rid of your erection before the ship docked. You couldn't just leave it and hope that it goes down on its own, and you were far too into this to ignore it.

You looked around your room. There wasn't anything that could help you reach your orgasm.

Slightly turning your head to the left, your eyes were met with the teal Gnosis you had stolen. You pursed your lips and contemplated your next move.

"Fuck it," you lowly muttered and reached for the item. Holding it by the crown, you spat on your free hand and smeared your saliva over it. Before you could give yourself time to think about what you were doing, you began pushing it inside you.

The details on the Gnosis heightened your pleasure, relishing in the way it dragged against your insides. You stroked your cock, rubbing a thumb over the head to spread your precum. You sighed when you finally managed to get it all the way inside you – save for the crown part.

Opening your legs just a bit wider, you pulled it out of you just to push it back in, setting a comfortable pace. You sped up your other hand, the mix of erotic squelching and quiet slaps reverberating through the room.

The familiar heat in your abdomen intensified with each passing second. Your back arched in ecstasy and a sensation akin to electricity ran up and down your spine. Momentarily peering down at the Gnosis, you faintly questioned if the god could feel what you were doing. It was highly unlikely, but one could wonder.

You shifted your wrist holding the item, and it suddenly felt like fire was rushing through your body. You bit your lip harder and heavily breathed through your nose and continued your assault against your prostate. It was hard trying to keep quiet, and you think you would've let your voice out if it weren't for the fact you had your status to uphold and pride to keep.

You could feel your body tensing the closer you got to your orgasm, moving the slightest bit faster.

You were so close. Just a few moments more, and –

"Lord Harbinger," someone said from behind the door. "We will be arriving in an hour."

You ignored them in hopes they would leave it at that, but they seemed to be concerned with your lack of answer.

"My Lord?"

You knew you should've stopped to reply, but you opted not to. Not when you were already so close. Your cock throbbed fervently in your hand, weeping copious amounts of precum for you to rub your palm and thumb over.

It was exhilarating. Knowing that the one behind the door could be persistent enough to possibly hear what you were doing. If they ever did find out, they would no doubt tell their friends and start the wildfire of rumor.

You nearly choked on your spit when your orgasm finally washed over you. You continued to stroke your dick to ride out your high, your cum spurting over your abdomen and hand. You tightened considerably around the Gnosis and found it difficult to move it any further.

"Is everything okay in there?"

You thought they left, already. An annoyed huff left your lips as you rolled your eyes. Pulling the item out of you, you tossed it somewhere on the bed and cleaned yourself with a handkerchief.

The person jumped in surprise when you flung the door open.

"Don't speak to me as if we're friends," you said. A mix of fear and surprise contorted their face as they nodded vigorously.

"My deepest apologies," their voice was weak. "I just wanted to tell you that we will–"

"I heard you."

"Right. Well, then..." they trailed off. With a rushed bow, they hurried away.

You closed the door and turned around to face the bed. You sat down on it and ran a hand through your hair. Now that the overwhelming feeling of lust dissipated, you were overtaken with shame and guilt. You deeply questioned why you would ever do such a thing. Especially when you had to turn it in to Her Majesty.

You grabbed the Gnosis and examined it. It was still slick with your fluids.

You wondered if this was considered very disrespectful as you wiped it with the clean part of your handkerchief. Oh, well. It's not like you're going to see him again any time soon.

Rising from the bed, you put your thick fur coat on and hid the Gnosis within it. The frigid air of Snezhnaya was biting and unforgiving, but years of living in this weather heightened your tolerance for it. You traversed the cold boat in search of a restroom, swiftly entering one when you found it.

You thoroughly scrubbed the Gnosis with your fingers under the freezing water. They were numb by the time you decided it was clean. You dried it off on your coat and stared at yourself in the mirror.

Now you really couldn't let anybody know about this.

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