#and remembered how my wrist was so fucked up for weeks when i rolled onto my right arm flying 200 mph off a scooter

[sweetmoonbeam17]

damn my dermatologist is good, he spotted a loooong-faded scar on my wrist from when i was 9 and fell off my scooter. I had completely forgotten it existed

[rinhaler]

step brother sukuna forcefully taking his stepsister's virginity <3 (with size difference)

sukuna has got me in the biggest chokehold and this weeks dub has not helped in the least long live ray chase

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, stepcest, creampie, use of 'good girl', virginity loss, vaginal sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, noncon photography.

words: 1.3k

“S-Sukuna?” you wake up, eyes fuzzy and the darkness not helping matters as you try and make out the shape of your step-brother in your doorway. He could be anyone, really, but the size of his silhouette gives him away. You roll over to check the time on your phone, grunting with displeasure when you see it’s only 3am.

He comes inside, stealthily, and he reeks of alcohol. You can smell him from your bed. And you feel blinded when he turns on the light, your retinas blown to hell as you try and adjust to the brightness.

You yelp as he sits on the mattress, and you sit up quickly.

“You’re a good girl,” he tells you, voice slurring slightly as he speaks. “Staying home tonight, good… good girl.”

You aren’t sure what to say, though you begin to worry he might vomit on your carpet. You hasten out of bed to grab the bin in the corner of your room, placing it between his legs. And he laughs at that, it’s just so… you.

“Some… whore… I don’t remember her name,” he sniffs, looking down at the bin before his red eyes hone in on you. “She was all over me tonight. But I pushed her away. Y’know why?”

“W-Why…” you ask, cautiously, your inner monologue telling you this is leading somewhere bad. You want to run, but you feel like your legs at being weighed down to your mattress.

“I thought, why fuck her? I don’t care about her. She’s easy. But you,” he continues. He kicks the bin away and he climbs onto your bed, crawling closer to you on all fours like a predator cornering it’s. prey. You try to escape, still weighed down with fear. But you could only get so far anyway. Your back meets with the headboard, and you know you’re trapped. “My sweet little sister. Are you sweet? Maybe you’re a whore like her.”

“Sukuna, p-please, I’ve never… I’ve never—”

“You’re real sweet.” he grins, pulling you against him until your noses touch. “Should have known you were a virgin. I hear you when you touch yourself sometimes, you never last long. You’ll prob’ly cum on my cock the minute I put it in.” he sneers, and in your panic he manages to flip you onto your stomach with ease.

“N-No, please, I don’t— you’re my b-brother!” you object, body freezing and turning limp as you realise you’re powerless to his advances. He doesn’t bother undressing you, he just pins your wrists above your head with one large palm. “S-Sukuna?”

“I’m your big brother, and I should be the first person to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” he answers you, unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock just enough to use against you. He moves your pyjama shorts into the crease of your thigh, and he can’t help but ogle your sopping flesh. “You’re wet, little girl. And no panties. You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Did all of this for me… how thoughtful.”

You cry, silently, as you realise there’s nothing you can say to stop this. He drags his thick cockhead up and down your folds before he practically stabs it into your entrance. You scream, but he yanks your hair and forces your face down into the pillows to silence you.

“Shut the fuck up.” he tells you. “You want this, I know you do.” he lies, though you don’t know if it’s for your benefit or his own. Each drag and rut into your heat is torture. It’s slow, tormenting, until he finds a steady rhythm against your resisting walls.

“Ah, ah!” you moan, your voice finally free as he gives you the chance to breathe. He snarls as he hears you, moaning like a slut as he defiles your virgin interior.

“Knew you’d like it, slut.” he laughs, picking up the pace as your needy whining encourages him. He lets your hands go, knowing you’ve given up on fighting him. His hands knead into the flesh of your ass, spanking you on occasion and forcing you to jolt back against him. He pulls your hair until your back is curved into an almost agonising arch.

“S-Sukuna! H-Hurts! Hurts s’much!”

“Is that why you’re moaning like a bitch in heat for me, hah?” he chides, spanking your ass as he continues bullying his cock into you. “Ya getting tighter around me, sister. Naughty girl…” he spanks you again and you can’t help but preen for him. You fucking hate yourself and you hate him for doing this to you.

You just can’t deny how good it feels.

“Y-You’ve always been so good,” he pants, stuttering slightly as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. He grabs a fistful of your ass again and you can already feel how red and bruised it’s becoming. And you yelp as he inflicts a particular agonising spank onto your rear. “Tell me you love me.” he groans in your ear.

“I- I love you,” you don’t even hesitate, because you do. He’s your big brother, after all. How could you not love him, even in spite of this? “So good t’me, Sukuna, always s-so good.”

His eyes roll over white as he hears your words, it took all of his self-control to not cum in that instant. “Aren’t you p-recious,” he struggles, both of his hands dig into the fat of your hips, now. Your body collapsing forwards as he makes no effort to help you keep upright. It still hurts, but it’s an agony you’re willing to withstand for him. “Gonna be the first person to cum in this virgin cunt,” he grins, he wraps his arms around your waist as if he’s hugging you. Though you come to realise he’s just preventing any escape attempts you might make.

“No! Sukuna, n-no! You can’t.”

“Yeah, I can. ‘n you’re gonna let me because you’re a good girl,” he tells you, whispering directly into your ear as he feels his balls begin to tighten. “Only big brother’s get to cum here, got it? This little pussy was made for my cum.”

“N-N— ah! Hnng, fu-uck! Fuck!“ you moan, and Sukuna has lost any interest in forcing you to keep quiet. The damage is done, now. Even if your parents find out, it��s not like they can undo his handiwork, gifting his little sister with a pretty creampie.

He fucks into you until he blows his load. Your walls fill with white and you shudder from the contrast of your freezing body being stuffed full of his creamy white cum. He fucks it into you, deeply. And you don’t have the energy to object.

When he’s through, he pushes you off his length and you melt into a puddle on the mattress below. You feel your knee being forcibly bent in a bid to spread your legs open. Your pussy lips open deliciously and his sperm drips from your hole and down your little slit.

“Don’t move.” he tells you.

You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He pulls his phone from his back pocket, taking a series of photos of your lifeless form and drippy cunt. He smirks as he sifts through them all.

He’s sure he’ll find one that will make the perfect screensaver.

© 2023 rinhaler

[hoshigray]

HOSHII MY LOVE this is gonna be my first ever request to you 😕 i usually refrain bc i get shy but im so touch deprived rn i NEED YOU TO (only if u want to no pressure pookie) MAKE A LIL MAKEOUT DRABBLE with literally any character plsplspls its carnal atp i love u

-🍓

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: the way i wanted to make this a multi-post, but i've been thinkng this exact scenario w/ toji for the past week, it needs to get out of my head!! i appreciate you entrusting you're first req w/ me awwww ;w;

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab/fem! reader - suggestive content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - dry humping/grinding - thigh riding - fluff yet...suggestive - grinding - thigh riding - fingering (f! receiving) - pet names (angel, baby, princess, sweetie) - Toji and you being touch starved - implied reader is toji's partner who looks after Tsumiki and Megumi (yes, I'm feeling soft, shut up) - mention of spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

After swaddling Megumi to sleep, you slowly put him in his cradle. The year-old baby snores silently as he leaves your arms’ warmth and lies in the comforting chill of the sheets. You then move silently to tuck in Tsumiki, the toddler sleeping in her tiny bed. You kiss her forehead gently, making her smile unconsciously. After saying a hushed goodnight, you close the door.

The plan was to stay until the kids fell asleep, stopping by your boyfriend's place for a night since it's been a little while since you last saw each other. Work’s been keeping you away for a minute, and stopping by at his apartment was needed to happen before you crash out from stress. And seeing the little ones’ faces was the cherry on top, their wholesome beaming faces instantly fueling your social battery. 

After silently walking out of the hall, you enter the living room, where your boyfriend stands by the chair with your bag. You smile pleasantly, teetering your way to him. And he, Toji, smirks at you, straightening a bit when you’re close enough. “Gotta go,” you say with a whisper. “Better catch some sleep before heading back to the office tomorrow. Megumi should be out till morning, so you should sleep easy tonight.”

“Thank Christ,” he makes you giggle, hushed not to wake the children.

The silence pushes you to look at him, your heart skipping at his forest green orbs already latched onto your frame. You cough faintly before grabbing for your purse. “Need anything before I go?”

A hand grabs your wrist to pull, and Toji impersonates thinking to himself while his hands snake to your waist to draw you closer. You roll your eyes – knowing what game he’s playing – but the smile on your face doesn’t falter. He then says, “Mmm, only one thing comes to mind.”

“And what would that be?” You quirk a brow, but your expression changes once he brings his face inches closer.

“I’m still waiting’ fr’ my kiss.” His gruff tone is dialed down, but his words affect a warmth to coarse through your chest.

It’s hard to say no when Toji’s nose brushes yours, lips hovering over yours, and your eyelids closing on their own. How long has it been since you’ve been close to him like this? You can’t even remember, work corrupting you for so long that this moment feels a little surreal.

“Hmm?” He teases you with a kiss on your cheek, and you shiver at the contact. “A guy can’t get a goodnight kiss before seein’ his baby off?”

You bastard… Holding back is futile when he kisses the corner of your lips, your hands cup his face, and bring him to your lips properly. He groans, the both of you sighing as your hands wrap around his neck.

You break the kiss, knowing it isn’t sufficient for you both. Toji licks your bottom lip, and you whimper as he kisses you again, a soft noise resulting from the withdrawal. “Toji—Mmm,” scarred lips claim yours once more, this time with more hunger. “I have to go…”

Your words aren’t acknowledged, not when he chews on your bottom lip — a signal for more access. Fuck, your resolve dwindles with the insertion of his tongue, almost going weak in the knees. But before that, Toji smoothly picks you up, and the sudden shift has you yelp.

“Stay with me,” Holy shit, the way he was looking at you caused your stomach to do flips. So entranced that you don’t realize he is walking to the couch to place you down on your back, crawling above you. “I missed you. Just tonight, sweetie.”

Liar, you know he wants you here for more precisely because that’s what you wish. But, “I…I can’t, I have to go—Mmmph…!”He slammed his mouth to yours again, nibbling on your lip until his tongue was let back inside your mouth. You moan, his leg propped in between yours, bumping his knee to your groin, which has you screaming silently. “Ahhnn! Toji, not there!”

“Shhh, relax, angel,” he coos, using a hand to massage your skull affectionately. He moves his knee, and you’re practically grinding on his thigh with a chewed lip.

“I can’t stay,” you’re hushed by his lips again, and your hips move on their own. “I have to go…Ohhh.”

“You say that, but look who’s ridin’ my thigh.” His chortle is low, and your stomach does knots. Toji moves your legs so he can be nestled between them, and kissing your neck melts you under him. “C’mon, princess, ya know I can’t let you go like this.”

Your brows scrunch together at him sucking your skin, legs coming around his waist as you hump into him. Toji does the same, rocking his hips to you perilously, the groin of his sweats grinding onto your bottoms, covering your throbbing chasm. God, it felt too good to stop now, your hands roaming inside his white wifebeater to purchase. 

He kisses you again, spit covering your soft lips, and you whine as he teases and sucks on your tongue; your breath hitches while his free hand slithers down inside your bottoms, and a shaky shriek is prompted by his fingers pushing into your panties.

“That’s right,” he coaxes you between pecks, loving the way your hands scratch on him. “Gonna treat ya right t’night, angel—”

However, the fun stops once you two hear the sound of a door crying, sniffling, and cries getting louder as they approach closer. It was Tsumiki, the poor girl shedding tears through her drowsy state. 

“Miki?” You call to the toddler; Toji quietly moves off you so the little brunette can come running into your arms. “Can’t sleep, sweetie?” She nods and burrows her face into your chest. You kiss her temple, “Must’ve been a nightmare.”

Her father hums and ruffles his daughter’s hair, chuckling when she swats his hand away. Toji then leans to your ear, “I’ll get the bed ready.” A mild glare meets a naughty grin before he gets up to his bedroom, leaving you on the couch to soothe the crying child back to sleep.

So much for sleeping easy tonight…

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[satoruhour]

gojo is a prone bone enthusiast you can’t convince me otherwise 😤😤😤😤

a/n: i think it’s impossible for me to write smtg without a lil story. forgive me yall / 0.7k / @hyomagiri @jabamin @shotorus @satohruu ☆

warnings: fwb!gojo, sort of hate sex but they both have feelings, prone bone, unprotected sex, clit stimulation, pet names, praise, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

it’s filthy, the way gojo’s got you trapped under him so harshly and roughly, so in contrast with his candy sweet smile as he presented you with another bouquet of your favourite flowers — just another one of his escapades after completing a mission. in front of you, the blur of the flowers enter your vision, but you can hardly recall what colour combinations there were while being pounded into from behind.

“taking me s’well, fuck, baby,” gojo grunts as his body weight’s all pressed up on you: one hand on your lower back and triggering your arch while the other rests on the back of your neck — they hold you down, knees holding your plush thighs together while he watches your cunt stretch for him, “shit, angel, you sure you don’t want to make this a weekly thing?”

you’re moaning at the prospect of possibility getting his cock up your pussy every once a week, but you’re too prideful for that, claiming you hated him while getting soaking wet for him and letting him use you like a fuck toy in his office. his cushions smell like vanilla like you’ve always remembered, and there’s always your favourite piece of chocolate on his desk no matter when you come in, and his cock hits all the spots in you like it always does. maybe routine wouldn’t hurt, maybe gojo satoru wouldn’t mess with your feelings, not when he eats you out like your pussy was his oxygen and fucks you like he loves you.

“f—fuck, satoru—” your fingers dig into the fluffy cushion of the sofa, ass propping up just a little. with each thrust, his tip hits your cervix, kissing it barely just to send your eyes rolling back into your head. gojo moans at how tight you feel, spanning his hands over the expanse of your back and hovering over you.

“y-yeah? what is it, princess?” god, and these names he was calling you didn’t help one bit, angling his hips up into you and you preen, letting out something between a moan and a whine as your hips fuck back onto him.

“cock s’deep, ’toru, mmf…” the wooden structure of jujutsu high is old, terrible, so there’s no doubt the sounds of his pelvis slapping into the fat of your ass could permeate the walls, paired with the squelching slickness of your pussy and your mewls. you’re barely able to turn your body to see the man looming over you from behind, sweat sticking to his forehead, blindfold residing on his neck and ocean eyes trained on your side profile. he grunts softly when your eyes meet his and his hips stammer, switching to slow, grinding thrusts that cause your jaw to fall open. “sa— toru—! that— feels s’good…”

gojo tells himself not to cum when one of your hands wrap around the wrist next to your face, holding onto it for dear life as your body jerks from the deep, gradual thrusts he’s giving you. with this, he relishes in your pussy wrapping around him, the lewd drag of your sopping pussy lips spreading for him and sucking him in with each push of your ass on him; he briefly feels you play with your clit, rubbing impatiently as you held onto his arm.

“satoru, satoru, satoru— w’nna cum, ’m—” you’re squeezing his arm adorably, fingers twining with his that he’s the one who cums first. you were so cute, your hand closing around his as he squeezes your digits. gojo groans as he spills in you, shooting ribbons of cum deep into your cunt before he ignores the sensitivity of his cock and picks up the pace again. he knew you inside out, quite literally, fucking his cum back into you as your little pants pick up in volume again.

“oh my god— right the—” your eyes flutter close as your pussy squeezes his length, coating it with your cum and letting it drip down to his sofa and gojo thinks it’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s witnessed. below him, your mouth closes around his wrist and bites lightly for anchor, making his heart and dick jump at the look of your hooded lids and small smile. his hips move before he knows it, determined to breed you again and make you his.

“w’na go again…” you pant and kiss his skin, “...satoru.”

[iliketangerines]

Kuai Liang and Tomas with a reader who was sent by bi-han to assassinate them but reader is not intimidating AT ALL- like she’s small but has the perfect body for carrying a child. So both of them instantly are like “well time to put her to good use” basically both of them knock reader up and now reader is apart of the shirai ryu walking around carrying twins- like I imagine small reader in some Hanfu that’s white and yellow and is struggling to do stuff because of her stomach size. ((My breeding kink is going through the roof and all I can imagine is Tomas and kuai with a small reader sandwiched between them))

good use

a/n: god, i want to be sandwiched between them too

pairing: tomas vrbada x afab!reader x kuai liang

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), breeding kink, fingering, thigh riding

Kuai Liang and Tomas look at you with a quirked eyebrow

you’re small, about half a head shorter than the both of them, and you hold your weapon in one hand as you hold yourself in your stance

but they notice the hesitation in your steps, almost as if you didn’t want to hurt them, and Kuai Liang wonders where he’s seen you before

for a second, nothing happens between you two, but then you leap forward and the two are forced to defend themselves

you put up a much harder fight than either of them had anticipated, and it’s only when Kuai Liang finally recognizes you and calls your name do you flinch and let your guard down

which allows Tomas to come in with the attack that disarms you

you sit on your knees, hands tied behind your back and mask pulled down and eyes downcast as you await death while Kuai Liang and Tomas hold a quiet conversation

they come back toward you, and you bow your head forward, asking them to make it quick and clean so that you wouldn’t have to suffer

Kuai Liang instead offers an olive branch to you and asks if you would like to join the Shirai Ryu, and you look up at him in surprise

you take a few breaths as if contemplating your decision before you give a small nod, and Tomas unties you and helps you stand up

the next few weeks Kuai Liang stares at you from across the training grounds and has a foot soldier trail you to make sure you weren’t double crossing them

but you don’t do anything, you follow his orders, work hard in training, go to bed, and work your way up to sparring with Tomas and Kuai Liang

he remembers you from when he was a child, training alongside him despite your parent’s disapproval and had made a name for yourself in the Lin Kuei before disappearing for a few years

Kuai Liang remembers feeling sad, and Tomas had felt the same way as well

in the present, you spar with Tomas, and he pins you down, face smashed into the dirt and hands held behind your back

you concede, and Tomas lets go

you roll over onto your back and let your chest heave up and down in the air as you try to calm down from the rush of adrenaline from fighting

a sudden thought enters Kuai Liang’s head, the thought of you pinned down underneath him, hands gripping onto your wrists as he fucks into you

how sweet you would sound and how obedient you would be

Kuai Liang turns away and shakes the thoughts from his head, he cannot afford to be distracted by his own soldiers

and yet, he finds himself drawn to you ever since that day, and he notices Tomas shying away from you and growing flushed whenever you two spar

Kuai Liang talks with him, and Tomas rubs the back of his head and admits that he does like you and wants more with you

for a moment, Kuai Liang isn’t sure how to proceed, but he figures brothers should share

and so the two of them watch you carefully, and they notice how you lean in closer to their touch, how you flock to them easily, how much smaller you are to them

you’re not too short, just about half a head short

and yet, you still have to crane your head to look up at them, and Kuai Liang always has to turn his head away to not crack underneath the pressure and fuck you right then and there

and then one day, you finally pin down Kuai Liang in training, and you have the biggest smile and Kuai Liang can’t help himself and calls you beautiful

you freeze in place, and Kuai Liang watches you blush and get off him

you hold out a hand, head turned to the side to try and hide your blush, but he can still see the way your face flushes

Kuai Liang smiles and takes your hand to stand up, kissing the back of it softly when he gets up off the floor, and you let out a small squeak before bowing respectfully and scurrying off

the next few days, Tomas and Kuai Liang make moves on you, kissing the back of your hand, bringing you in closer, piling food onto your plate during mealtimes

and finally, at the end of the week, Tomas and Kuai Liang sit in the head office, going through papers and sorting all the information when they hear a knock on the door

they call for them to enter, and in you come in your sleepwear, a thing night robe that does nothing to hide your figure

Tomas and Kuai Liang immediately stop what they’re doing and ask you to come and sit down next to them, patting the space between them

you sit between the two of them and fiddle with the hem of your robe before asking if they’re actually making advancements on you, if you’re not imagining it?

because you like them too, but you don’t want to ruin their relationship or anything

and you start to ramble, and Tomas grabs your chin and brings you into his lap for a kiss

you let out a small yelp of surprise before melting into his arms and letting him support your weight as you deepen the kiss

Kuai Liang comes up behind you and kisses your neck, and you whine into Tomas’s mouth as Kuai Liang gropes you from behind

you start to grind into Tomas’s thigh, looking for some friction, and whimper into his mouth as he gropes your ass

Kuai Liang slips off the shoulder of your night robe and salivates at the realization that you’re not wearing a bra, and he wonders…

he slips a hand down the inside of your robe, and confirms his suspicions that you’re not wearing any underwear either

he grins at you and asks if you were looking for this in the first place, and you whine in Tomas’s mouth, turning warm as Kuai Liang slips off the rest of your robe from your body

he squeezes your chest, taking your sensitive nipples and rolling them between his heated fingers, and your bare cunt jerks against Tomas’s rough pants

Tomas groans into your mouth and grips onto your hips and slides them back and forth, making your head tilt back as you whine into the air

your clit drags against the rough material, and Tomas ducks his head down to suck hickeys into your neck as he drags you against his pants

Kuai Liang coos at your strained moans and continues to tease your nipples as your hands trail up and Tomas’s arms, not sure whether to let go of you or continue to tease you

you squirm in Tomas’s leg and let out a pant, asking them for more please in a desperate voice, and Kuai Liang coos at you

Tomas lets go of your hips and holds onto your shoulders, detaching his mouth from your neck to kiss you

Kuai Liang grabs onto your hips and drags them back towards him, so that you’re on your hands and knees between them

he can see the wet patch you’ve left on Tomas’s pants, and Kuai Liang chuckles at you and squeezes your plush ass between his calloused fingers

he runs his fingers through your folds and finds them soaking wet already

he chuckles at you, asking if you really got that wet just from Tomas letting you hump his thigh, and you place your face into Tomas’s neck and mumble something

Kuai Liang asks you to speak up, pinching your clit as he does so, and you whine loudly before telling them you had played with yourself earlier, needed them so bad that you fucked yourself open on a toy

Kuai Liang digs his nails into your ass, making you whimper and your hips buck backward, and he has to stop himself from imagining the thought of you fucking yourself desperately on some toy and moaning his and Tomas’s name

Tomas seems to find pleasure in the thought and bites into your neck, running his tongue over the mark, and he grips onto your shoulders tightly as if to control himself

you pant into Tomas’s shoulder, hips jerking as Kuai Liang slips his fingers into your wet pussy and slowly pumps them in and out of you

somehow, you’re still so tight around his fingers, and he decides you need to be stretched a little more if you want to take the both of them

Kuai Liang curls his fingers to try and find that little sweet spot that he knows that you have, and when your hips rock backward, and the top of your body collapses onto Tomas’s, Kuai Liang knows he’s found it

he massages his fingers into the spot, and he can feel your pussy growing wetter around him and dripping onto the floor as he continues to fuck you open on his fingers

you moan into Tomas’s shoulder, and the gray assassin coos at you and palms at his cock as he lavishes your neck with hickeys and bite marks

he groans into your skin as your hand wanders downward to take his cock out of his pants, and you pump Tomas, spreading the pre-cum all over his shaft

he grunts at the feeling and holds onto your wrist, simply holding on as he lets you stroke him

Kuai Liang continues to fuck you on his fingers, and he adds in a third finger, relishing in the sound of your high-pitched whine at the stretch

you pant and wiggle your hips around, and Kuai Liang has to grip onto your hips to hold you still for him

he fucks you on three of his fingers,and he feels your needy cunt clamp down on his fingers as you let out a loud keen and cum on his fingers

you thumb presses into Tomas’s slit, and the gray assassin bites your neck again to try and control himself from cumming

although that becomes increasingly harder with the way you quicken the pace of your hand, desperate to have him cum with you

Tomas takes your hand off of his cock, shushing you when you let out a small noise of complaint

Kuai Liang removes his fingers from your cunt and sticks them into his mouth, running his tongue over your taste and moaning at it

next time, he would have to taste you properly, but for now, he needed to fuck you and stretch you open on his cock

he slides your hips forward, and you straighten your back so that your chest presses flush against Tomas’s and Kuai’s chest presses into your back

Kuai Liang takes out his cock and slides it in between your folds, and you squirm as the head of his dick catches on your puffy clit

you moan for him to fuck you, please you need it, and Kuai Liang chuckles at you but concedes and slides into you

you grip onto Tomas’s shoulders, moaning at the stretch, and Kuai Liang isn’t much better, holding onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he tries not to cum

he thrusts into you shallowly, waiting for Tomas to slide his cock into you as well

the gray assassin takes his cock and notches it next to Kuai’s, and slowly slides in, kissing your face as a few tears slide down at the pain

you pant into the air but neither of them stop moving, fucking into you shallowly as you adjust to their size

Tomas groans at the sight of your stomach; he can see how their cocks bulge from your stomach, and his hips jerk harshly into you

you moan loudly, and the both of them take it as a cue to start fucking into you roughly

Kuai Liang brings his hand around to press a hand down on your stomach, and it makes you whine and throw your head back as you become jello in their arms

Tomas watches as the bulge disappears in and out of you, and he wants to see more, to see you big and round with their children, his children

he tells you so, telling you that you’d look so pretty with his children, all big and round and beautiful when you’re pregnant

it fills Kuai Liang’s head with thoughts of his children, and he can feel himself get harder at the thought of you pregnant and full of him

he holds onto your hips roughly as his hips grow erratic, thoughts of you leaking with his cum, stuffed with his heirs and so sensitive and pliable underneath his fingertips

Tomas isn’t much better, groaning as he holds onto your shoulder and tells you how pretty you look, how pretty you’ll look with their heirs

you whine and sob as your hands wander over Tomas’s arms and Kuai Liang’s hands, unsure of who to hold as you keen and cum on their cocks

they fuck into you harshly, chasing their own highs and cumming deep inside of you

they don’t slide out for a moment, taking a second to calm down before finally slipping out and letting you fall down and cuddle on Kuai Liang’s chest

Tomas watches as their cum drips out of you and onto the floor, and he takes his fingers and pushes it back into it, insistent on not wasting a single drop

Kuai Liang pets your hair as you whine, and he picks you up into his arms to take you to the hot springs and help you relax and clean up

he helps you clean up, and when he carries you back to your bed, Tomas has the bed made and helps moisturize you and dress you in some light clothes

they tuck you into bed and cuddle up next to you, a protective hand over you as you all fall asleep together

months later, Kuai Liang tuts at you and picks up something off the floor and hands it back to you, and you smile at him gratefully

you rub a hand over your round belly, baby kicking hard, Tomas comes over with a few fruit slices and kisses your forehead

you smile at the both of them, basking in the sun, happy that you had met the both of them again

[da-rulah]

Hail and well-met, you sparkling star dusted talented thing, you! I hope this week has wonderful things in store for you. I know it’s cliché, but I’d love to see how the Papas deal with the “one-bed trope”.

- aimlessly wandering anon

Thank you, my darling!! Oh, I love this trope. Is it a cliché? YES but it's a cliché for a reason. We love it.

For this, the situation is the same for each papa... Each papa has unconfessed feelings for reader, and reader for papa. They are on tour in another country, and having to share a motel room after a mix up.

Primo

Insists he will sleep on the floor, despite his arthritis and the fact he may not get back up again.

Tells you it's no trouble at all when you protest and promise your back would fare better from a night on the dingy motel carpet.

You insist he takes the bed, even if that means sharing

"Look we're both adults, let's just... share it, Papa!"

He relents, a little too easily to that idea, but he didn't really want to be sleeping on the floor.

He snores like a fog horn

You remember reading something about rolling a snorer over to get them to stop, so you decide to try that so you can at least get a few winks in before the next tour stop...

The second your hand touches his shoulder, he's gripping onto your wrist in a sleepy daze and pulling you towards him until your body is flush with his.

His snoring stops, but now a very deeply sleeping Papa Primo is cuddling you to his chest like a stuffed animal.

You found it far too easy to get comfortable there, snuggling into him and pretend even if just for tonight that he'd done this on purpose, wanting you close to him.

He peaks his eye open when he hears your breathing softening and slowing, smiling a little to himself as he sinks into the pillows.

He was awake enough. He had, indeed, done this on purpose.

Secondo

Spends 20 minutes arguing with the receptionist about the room mix up. He is livid.

When you get to the room, he's in a foul mood.

"One bed? Oh for fucks sake!" he rages.

You're being very quiet, unnerved by his bad mood. You worry you might say something to make him channel his annoyance onto you.

There's no couch and very little floorspace, so you have to take the bed together. There's no other option.

You lay on your sides, facing away from each other with as much room between you as humanly possible because Secondo is an adult and adults don't sulk...

You fall asleep first.

In your sleep, you move around a lot, in particular, you roll onto your other side, now against his back, with an arm slung over his waist.

Secondo tenses up at first, slowly turning his head to see if you're awake. You definitely are not.

Rather than risk waking you, he leaves you be - you've been working so hard for him lately, this tour really taking out of you. He'd feel awful if he let his favourite assistant continue tomorrow full of exhaustion, and lets face it, humiliation at being woken up spooning your papa...

Yeah, that's the reason he decides to leave you be.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that this is the first time on this tour he's actually felt like he could relax...

Terzo

Sees the bed. Looks straight at you. Smirks.

"Oh, cara, however will we manage?" he teases.

You roll your eyes, tired of his shenanigans and frankly, just tired.

"I'll go down to the front desk, this can't be right..."

Papa jumps on the bed then, lounging and posing whilst running his gloved hand up his thigh and over the curve of his hip.

"You don't want to share my bed, dolcezza?"

No, you're going to the front desk. The last thing you need is for Terzo to play-flirt with you all damn night and end up riling you up to a point you make an absolute fool of yourself in front of your superior. No way.

When you come back sulking, he is still smirking.

"I'm building a pillow wall." You tell him defiantly. Now it's his turn to sulk.

In the middle of the night, you wake up to Terzo's face in front of yours, eyes watching you from over the top of the pillow wall you'd built.

"Are you watching me sleep?" you mumbled into the sheets.

"You were... talking."

Your blood runs cold the second he speaks. What exactly had you been saying?

With the widening of your eyes he smirks, removing the pillow from between you and throwing it to the floor. "Mhm. Would you like to know what about?"

When you don't answer but just keep staring at him, he rolls closer, his bare hand tracing a pattern down from your temple to your jaw, before he cups it and presses his lips to yours.

After a brief freeze, you sink into him, because of course you do. How could you not?

Terzo made sure that every motel/hotel stop had just one bed for you both from then on.

Copia

He makes it more awkward than it needed to be.

You assured him it would be fine, it was just one night after all. He makes a couple of awkward grumbling sounds, but hesitantly agrees.

The two of you both lie on your backs, staring up at the water marks on the ceiling as far as you can get away from each other. You're both stiff as a board, too awkward to look around or even fall asleep.

It's like you're one of those old married couples who fell out of love 20 years ago but stayed together for the kids.

It's just so awkward.

When both of you eventually do fall asleep, it's the first time you've relaxed since you stepped into the damn room together.

When morning comes, you wake up on your side, only to be greeted with a sleeping Papa just inches from your own face. Still, even in sleep, your bodies had been so careful not to touch each other...

You watch him for a little while, looking so peaceful, his deep set worry lines finally relaxed on his forehead.

But then he wakes up too...

You stare at each other, wide eyed for a moment while your brains catch up to the situation at hand.

"Eh... Buongiorno..."

"Morning..."

You continue to stare, time passing by agonisingly slowly. But slowly, you start to see his eyes drift over your face, taking in your features up close. He'd never been so close before, but now that he was, he could hardly tear himself away.

His gaze settled on your lips for a little too long. The air grew heavy and warm around you.

"Forgive me, but... may I just..."

His hand reaches up to tuck some hair behind your neck, fingertips skimming the exposed skin there.

And then, he's kissing you. Softly, delicately... In case you want to push him away from you.

But you don't. Instead, you press your lips back to his, eyes fluttering closed and your shoulder sinking into the mattress beneath you.

"Va bene..." he whispers, letting his head sink back to the pillow, eyes never leaving yours.

[hurtspideyparker]

For a request how about a fluffy winterhawk doing shopping to refill their first aid kit? I imagine between the two of them it sees a lot of use.

The pair walk at a leisurely pace in the 24 hour CVS.

There's a number of odd characters, including themselves, but that's what they get for shopping at 2 am. There's the goth cashier, a man in an oddly tall cowboy hat, a couple of teenagers messing around in the chip section, and of course the two Avengers with blooming bruises from the fight they just finished. Which is really not their fault. I mean, who does crime after midnight? Bad people, probably.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" Clint asks while tossing some frozen peas into the basket Bucky is carrying.

"I don't think we'll have enough room."

"Come on man, one Ben & Jerry's isn't gonna break the bank."

"One, really? For both of us? You threw a spoon at my head last time I poked in your pint. I just wanted to try the flavour."

Clint thinks on that.

"Hm, you're right, you're right. We'll do a wrap around at the end and I'll just carry it."

They leave the icy doors and head straight for the first aid aisle. They spot the gauze and bandages first, taking a moment to analyze the different brands, sizes, and types, before Clint takes an arm to the shelf and swipes the entire thing into their basket. Bucky nods approvingly before speaking up.

"This is your fault y'know, you procrastinate."

Clint scoffs, "I'll have you know it was your week to do the shopping."

"The first aid kit's been empty since last week, when you sprained your wrist. Remember when you tried using a compression sock as a wrap. Also, you're bleeding on the flyers."

Clint looks down at the paper. That indeed is his blood. Another drop falls from his nose onto the shelf, "oop, my bad." He grabs Bucky's sweatshirt and uses the corner to wipe up the blood.

Bucky rolls his eyes and grabs a box of band-aids off the next shelf.

"Just for that I'm getting you the hello kitty ones," Bucky pulls out an evil looking purple bunny and then tosses the box into the basket.

He peels it open and places the bandage with care over the bridge of the archer's nose.

"Joke's on you, Kuromi fits my colour scheme."

Bucky stares at him blankly for a moment.

"I speak 7 languages and yet I still manage to not understand you in your native one, which is honestly more impressive."

"Why thank you," Clint gives a cocksure smile.

They move along, tossing in some medical tape, 4 types of pain meds in giant bulk containers, and heat packs.

Bucky picks up a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"Woah man, that stuff isn't right for you anymore. It's all about good ol' soap and water now. Don't you keep up with medical news?"

"No, and I doubt you do." he says with a raised brow.

"Okay fine, Bruce told me, but still."

While Bucky doesn't trust anything Clint finds online, he does trust Bruce Banner, so he puts the bottle down.

"Vaseline's in the beauty aisle, brb."

Clint jogs around the corner and Bucky calls out to his back, "stop saying abbreviations out loud!"

Bucky continues wandering on his own, collecting a few random things into the quickly filling basket.

"Incoming!" Bucky doesn't even react as a jar of Vaseline and some tweezers come flying over the shelving and land perfectly on the pile.

Bucky isn't even in his original spot anymore, how did—nope, not going there. If he asks, he'll just get told "because I'm fucking Hawkeye," with that stupid charming smirk that secretly gives him cuteness aggression.

Bucky Barnes does not get cuteness aggression.

He turns around the corner the same time Clint steps back in front of him.

"Hiya, did you miss me?"

"No," Bucky says, placing a little kiss on Clint's lips.

"Aw, you totally did." Clint fists Bucky's top and pulls him in for another kiss.

The man goes easily, melting into the familiar taste of copper and the sting in his lip from where someone hit him in the face with the butt of their rifle. The stubble is an even more familiar roughness, closer to a tickle. Clint pulls back with a salacious pop, bringing his thumb up to wipe away the spare saliva in the corner of Bucky's mouth.

They hear a strong tone of throat clearing nearby, looking up to see cowboy hat staring at them in disgust with a cart full of dog food.

"Evening sir," Clint waves, then gives a little tip of his imaginary hat. The man just shakes his head then needs moving.

"C'mon, get your ice cream and lets go."

Clint acquiesces, reluctantly pulling away from Bucky's warmth.

After getting the promised ice cream they head straight for the self checkout. The last time they went to a cashier-only pharmacy to restock their first aid they got stared at like they were planning on cutting up the cashier and selling her kidneys (the sewing kit really didn't help), so dumping the pile of gauze away from the employees prying eyes saves them from talking to the cops.

The receipt takes ages to print, Clint grabbing more and more of it like a magician pulling scarves from a hat.

"Babe, will you tie me up with the CVS receipt and do dirty, dirty things to me later?"

Bucky huffs out a laugh and pushes at the other's shoulder, "shut up freak."

Cowboy hat decides to pull up to a nearby checkout just at that very moment, freezing and sending the pair a look like he's personally casting them to the depths of hell.

Clint turns to him, a mischievous smirk that could mean nothing good.

"Sir, would you tie me up with this CVS receipt and—"

Bucky clamps a hand over the man's lips and forcibly drags him out of the building.

[hatkuu]

wow no one has mentioned this yet????? ig i’ll be the FREAK to do it: vamp!kylar will absolutely eat the hell out of u when u have ur period 🧛 he can probably smell when it’s approaching too and gets so excited. esp bc he gets so fixated on when ur ovulating so when he knows ur period is coming he’s like a fruit fly and starts rubbing his hands together all giddy like

- 🎀

oh my gosh yes. yes. i was too embarrassed to write about it but. period sex with ANY kylar constantly floats around my brain. vampire kylar would be sucking on his fingers like he'd just ate a drumstick from kfc. finger licking good HAHSJSJAK

afab reader, period sex, period mentions, reader wears a skirt, general creepy kylar stuff., kylar's weird scent kink thing is in this too...

drabble continued utc!

I think the first time you're having a period with your freakish vampire boyfriend around - he's visibly on edge. Kylar's gnawing at the palm of his hand while sitting next to you in the cafeteria, sweating as his other hand grips on the sleeve of his hoodie. You note that he is looking at everything and everyone except you.

You'll reach out to touch him, placing a reassuring hand on Kylar's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Kylar?"

Kylar flinches back like you've just burned him - eyes bulging out of his head as his hands quickly shield his face from view.

"Y-Yes! I-I'm fine! J-Just—"

He peeks at you through his fingers, pupils dilated until only a sliver of green remains.

"—I-It's just really hot i-in here."

You throw him a weird look, rolling your eyes as you stand up from the cafeteria table. You absolutely cannot deal with this shit right now. Being hit with wave after wave of crippling cramps, the last thing you needed was your boyfriend being noticeably disgusted with you. You shuffle awkwardy, trying not to cause yourself more pain as you stand. Does Kylar hate you now? Is he scared of you? Fuck, you don't know if your irritability is stemming from the slick, sticky blood feeling between your thighs or your boyfriend - lost in his own little world - ignoring you when you need him most.

A strangled, panicked sound escapes Kylar as you stand. The hand covering his face reaches outward, snatching your wrist with a disturbing amount of strength. You try to slip out of his grip - upset that now he wants to touch you - but he does not relinquish his hold no matter how much you tug against it. He exhales shakily, his nails dig into you - they've gotten long - really long.

"Y-You can't go— You can't."

You try to pull away with more force, spluttering with confusion as Kylar refutes your struggle with ease. He can't possibly be jealous - you've spent almost the entirety of this week with him - he's staring at you with this horrible, anguished expression. It's the last thing you want to see today. Your bottom lip twitches beneath your teeth, tears pricking your eyes in frustration.

"Kylar! Stop being so weird— What is wrong with you today?"

Your scuffle turn heads. You can feel so many eyes on you, looking at you and Kylar, laughing as they see Kylar's hand is latched onto your wrist. Only then do you notice the gaunt, sickly shade of his face. Heavy, darkened bags rest under his eyes. His lips are chapped too, more than they usually are. Speckled bits of dried blood rest in between the grooves of each crack. Kylar twitches, sweat slicking his choppily-cut fringe to his forehead. He looks ill. He tugs you closer, talking in a low tone that makes your stomach churn.

"You're— You're on your period."

What. The. Fuck.

You don't remember telling him it was that time of the month? How does he know—

"W-What? What does that have to do with anything?"

"J-Just— c-come with me—"

He breathes in shakily, composing himself as his eyes trail up your form, lingering far too long on the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He stands to meet your height, breathing heavily as you flood his senses with a scent that is so undeniably you. Sweet, but not too sweet. It makes his body buzz with a sickeningly fuzzy feeling. His mouth fills with sailva as you hold his gaze, scrutinizing him with your cutely furrowed brows and a jutted-out bottom lip.

"I-I need to tell you something."

You can see the desperation in his expression. His other hand shakes at his side, aching to latch onto you and never let go. Festering like a fresh wound, Kylar's carnal urges get the better of him. His other hand grabs your shoulder, pushing you closer towards his chest.

He smells different. Like dust, dirt and nothing all at once. He doesn't smell like garlic and pepper. Normally, you're assaulted with the scent of the plants - but strangely - it's gone entirely. You look up at Kylar, brows still furrowed in confusion because this is your boyfriend but... something is inherently wrong about him.

Kylar tugs you out of the cafeteria.

You don't struggle.

-

"I-I need to taste you—"

"H-Huh?"

Kylar pushes you into the dilapidated storage closet, slamming the door shut behind him as he grapples you against the wall, panting against your mouth.

"I haven't— You smell so good, a-and I just need this," He cuts himself off, snapping his gaze toward you incredulously from his position against you. He visibly shudders, twitching as he falls forward onto his knees, grounding himself between your thighs. He eagerly tugs your school skirt down, panting as he is met with your panties. "I-I need this. N-Need to feed f-from you— no one else."

"W-What! Kylar! We are in school right now! It'll be too messy a-and it'll get all over you-"

You choose to ignore your boyfriend's weird phrasing of eating you out. 'Feeding' from you is new.

His forehead rests heavy against your swollen uterus - you don't know what he's doing - until Kylar leans closer to your clothed pussy and begins sniffing you. Sniffing you - and moaning like he should have gotten between your thighs the moment you sat next to him in the cafeteria. You squeak, latching your hands in his hair in a pathetic attempt to steer him away from your bloodied thighs. Your tightened grip doesn't deter Kylar. He groans loudly, unashamed as he tilts into your touch, panting puffs of hot wet air against your skin.

"Y-Yes! Oh, y-you have to let me— you smell so perfect, j-just—ah—just let me taste you,"

He's so close, so close to snapping and just biting into the soft skin of your thighs. His eyes dart between your face and your clothed heat. His jaw is clenched tight, gnawing at the skin on the inside of his cheeks. Strained to the last thread of his patience, Kylar lets out a hoarse, weak sound. His fingernails jab painfully into your thighs, carnal desperation evident in each action. Despite this, he looks up to you, teary eyed from the struggle of holding himself back.

"P-Please."

You nod, loosening your grip in Kylar's hair as he practically vibrates with excitement. He tugs down your panties, eyeing the pad that sits at the seat of them as his tongue slides over his bottom lip hungrily. You whine as his fingers nestle themselves against your overly sensitive folds. Slick with blood and wetness, Kylar's fingers prod at your folds, eagerly pressing against the spots that make your knees weaken against his hold.

Kylar's tongue inches out to lave at the smeared blood across your inner thigh, moaning at the taste. He latches onto you, lips forming a tight seal against blood-slick skin, mixing red with clear saliva as Kylar's teeth brush against you. Two particularly sharp teeth nick your inner thigh and you tug his head backward as his fingers continue softly rubbing at your clit. He presses an apologetic kiss to the wound, affectionately licking at the punctures, careful not to let any of the blood spill onto your white school shirt.

"I-I knew it'd be good—" He gasps, his mouth and wet tongue making quick work of your other blood-smeared thigh. "Y-You're so—ah—so, so, delicious, my love."

You blush, opening your eyes to look down at your boyfriend. Kylar's still twitching with excitement, tongue hanging out in anticipation as he nears your pussy. You whine weakly, pulling on his hair as dull throbbing cramps torment your lower abdomen. Kylar smiles at you, eyes much brighter - looking far less ill than before, too. He pulls his fingers away, admiring the sticky sheen of blood that coats them before quickly popping the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste. He pushes you backward against the wall of the closet, spreading your thighs wide enough for his head to fit snugly between them.

He licks a stripe against the seam of your folds, eagerly lapping up the blend of arousal and blood. Your hands weave in his hair, pushing his nose against your clit as Kylar laves at your pussy, humming as your thighs trap him against your heat. Kylar groans, savouring the sweet, metallic taste of you against his tongue. He pushes closer, nestling his nose against your clit just close enough that with each press of his tongue against your entrance you cry out in pleasure, hands tightening in his dark hair. Kylar fucks you with his tongue until you're sobbing, wrapping an arm around each thigh to hold you firm against his mouth.

He moans as you grind against his tongue, chasing your release that hums deep within your core. Your grinding stutters as the coil burns hot within your stomach, tightening until it snaps.

You cry out as you cum, squirming as Kylar continues to hold you against his face. He groans, lapping up your arousal as it seeps onto his tongue. Your thighs clench against his head, quivering as Kylar slows his licking into gentle, loving laves against your pussy. He smiles as your hands fall from his hair. Kylar presses a loving kiss to your pussy, inching upward to press a kiss against your bloated abdomen as well. Even though he just gave you the most intense orgasm of your life, he's still so intimate with each of his actions, no matter how lewd or messy.

He pulls up your panties, your skirt, and readjusts the rest of your clothes before fixing his own.

Kylar stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then licking up the blood collected on it. He looks undeniably better than before; gone is the sickly tone of his skin, the heavy bags under his eyes, and now his eyes hold a twinkle that doesn't falter. He helps you up with ease, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into your neck.

"Thank you," He whispers, smiling against your neck, pressing soft, affectionate kisses to the damp skin. You return his embrace even as your legs still tremble from the onslaught of pleasure Kylar gave you. You feel better now. Your boyfriend isn't disgusted at you. Quite far from it, actually. So you'll ignore that his teeth are sharper, that his skin is as cold as a cadaver's, that you swear his eyes were red at one point. He's your boyfriend. His strange, newfound affliction for blood doesn't mean anything. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, breathing in his new scent of dirt, dust and nothingness. He giggles at your newfound neediness, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

"Let's do this again tonight, okay?"

[bartonbones]

20 for the drabble for declan lynch or jamie tartt if ur still doing it!

okay this is cheating because i wrote this awhile ago and also have not answered the other asks but since you've given me a perfect opportunity to share it and becuase you said my super soldier sleeper agent trigger words (declan lynch) i simply HAVE to share a snippet from my google docs of unfinished unrelated declan lynch tangents. this tangent in specific is imagining that declan has been through a Situation and has been rescued by ronan (who has "never seen declan goddamn cry, and can't imagine it" and matthew, who is trying his best but only marginally more suited to help). please don't ask me hard questions like, why did he get tortured, or how, or when in the series, or anything except "what other drabbles do you have about declan lynch" bc i'm always happy to share and they will otherwise probably never see the light of day. anyway without further explanation here it is

Matthew wakes up to screaming. Well, not true. Matthew wakes up because something has bumped in the night and fallen to the ground and crashed and splattered, and then he hears the shouting—Declan, stop it, what the fuck: Ronan’s voice, angry, tired, indignant. And Declan’s, too, over and over: get off, get off, get off. 

It takes him more than a few rounds of this to remember why this feels strange. Matthew has been waking up to Ronan and Declan’s fights since he was old enough to understand what insolent child and fucking prick meant. It feels as much like the Barns as creaking floorboards and the smell of hay and grass and honeysuckle. Ronan’s shouting had always painted the walls in varying degrees of volume and profanity like doorway notches charting his height—when he was eight, you could hear him from the kitchen, and when he was twelve, he said fuck for the first time and meant it.

But it’s not Ronan’s voice that starts the alarm in Matthew’s head, that causes him to roll, backwards, out of his bed and onto his feet, standing and swaying and still exhausted, and listening with sudden and terrifying closeness. 

Get off, Declan says, across the hall in his room. Get off of me!  

But he doesn’t say it like he’s fighting back. Like Ronan is headbutting him into the wall or pulling at his arm, goading him into a proper wrestle. He says it over and over again and each time more hysterical than the last, shaking and scardecled. Matthew hasn’t forgotten anything that’s happened over the past week, but every day Declan has looked a little better—rounder, less pale, more sturdy, more likely to react to things with more than a dazed frown. This doesn’t sound like the Declan that told Matthew to go back to school this morning. It sounds like Declan back at the fairy market, blindfolded and open-mouthed, gasping for help. 

Matthew hits his shin on the door frame as he trips over himself and doesn’t register it. He’s suddenly sure that they’ve come back, found Declan asleep, decided to make up for lost time. He’s down the hall in seconds, throwing open Declan’s door like he had some sort of weapon besides fear and stubbornness. He needs to shout something, probably, a threat would be helpful, but when he finally gets a view of the room nothing falls out of it except a small, surprised squeak. 

No one has broken in. No one from the Fairy Market or otherwise is standing in the corner with a gun or a club or some other awful thing, and the only person holding Declan’s wrists behind his back is Ronan. 

“Ronan?” Matthew squeaks, again.

 He hates it when his voice goes like that, but he can’t help it. He didn’t get to choose what his voice sounded like when it was tired and terrified and confused. Maybe Ronan had, when he was small and dreamt him up. Maybe he’d been reading Staurt Little at the time. 

“Get out,” Ronan grinds out. “Matthew, leave.” 

Matthew doesn’t have to listen to Ronan, so he doesn’t. He steps closer, into the light provided by the lamp which is now turned on its side, base shattered, on the ground next to Declan’s head. Declan has his eyes squeezed shut and lips pressed hard against his teeth. His face looks pale and slick with sweat. It’s clear from the scuffle around them and the harsh, unforgiving way that Ronan has Declan’s wrists pinned to the ground that he and Ronan had been fighting, but whatever had happened, he isn’t fighting now. 

“Ronan,” he says, uneasy. Declan looks so still it’s like he’d stopped breathing, and if it weren’t for the rise of his chest, Matthew would be afraid that he had. “You should let go of him now.” 

Ronan shakes his head, not looking at either of them. 

“I can’t let him go,” he says. 

“He was asking you to,” Matthew says. “I heard it from my room.”

Ronan’s teeth are audibly grinding against each other. 

“If I let go of him,” he says, slowly, like he’s explaining this for the fiftieth time, “He will hurt himself, Matthew. Look at his fucking neck.” 

Swallowing, Matthew does. Instinctively as he traces the scratches—deep enough that there’s blood still pooling at the bottom—he puts his own palm against his neck, the other wrapped sickly and helplessly around his middle. It looks terrible. It looks like he had been trying to claw out his own throat, and it’s layered on top of old bruises that are just beginning to fade from a deep, horrible purple. It had to hurt, and hurt badly. Matthew presses his palm flat and feels the pressure against his throat and imagines how much harder he’d have to push for it to bleed and how much he doesn’t want to do that, and then imagines how badly Declan must feel if that’s what feels like a solution. 

Then he flicks his eyes from his neck back up to his face. 

If it is terrible to see Declan thrashing, screaming for help—which it had been, which it is—then somehow this is worse. All the fight is gone out of him, he’s not even pushing against Ronan anymore, or pulling himself away. Even his face, which moments before had been furious, if tight, had melted into something terrible. Quiet. Expressionless. Resigned. His eyes were still shut, but now tears leaked from the corners of them, rolling down his cheeks. Matthew shakes his head, upset now, worse from this than from the blood and broken glass. 

“Please stop,” he says. “I think you’re really scaring him.” 

Ronan growls—huffs, sort of. Indignant. Frustrated. Scared, although it’s clear he’s trying not to show that to Matthew. 

“He’ll hurt himself,” he repeats, sounding desperate. Matthew wonders how long this had been going on before he’d gotten woken up.  “You gotta believe me, dude.”

“But you’re hurting him, too.” 

[neteyamyawne]

🪷 — Txasunu

୭ ˚. Pairing : sub!JakeSully x dom!fem!Navi!reader

୭ ˚. Summary : just Jake being a really good sub and enjoying what the reader is giving to him.

୭ ˚. Song : super freaky girl

୭ ˚. Warning : bondage, mommy kink, sub Jake, dom reader, pet names, cum denial, frustration crying? Begging, etc let me know if there are more.

୭ ˚.Word count : 900+ , not proof read

୭ ˚. Note : "word" - dialogue, word - thoughts

୭ ˚. Extra : as i said, i wanted a sub Jake Sully and i wrote it as well, it's a bit small then what i normally write but it's been a stressful week so here you go anyways 😭

୭ ˚. Glossary : [toruk makto] - rider of the last shadow, [seze] - blue flower, [tiyawn] - love/beloved , [yawntutsyip] - darling, [y/n/n] - your nickname

Jake was the toruk makto, the na'vi who led everyone to victory against the humans but that was outside our shared tent. Inside he is a whole different story.

All tied up, head rolling back, legs shaking in anticipation with what my next move would be, his cock out on display for me…. Only for me. I just sat between his legs, stimulating him even when I know he is at the edge begging for the release but there's no fun in that, is there?

My hand ran down his length, tugging and gripping until his moans turned into pathetic whimpers, strings of precum dripped down his slit, his mushroom head throbbing and purple from not getting any attention from me, his hands tugged onto the rope in hopes of breaking it but it was in vain as i brought my mouth on his hot tip, his body failing to tug any longer just caved in for me, i took him in, sucking and licking with my tongue swirling around his girth, he groaned out, hips buckling to thrust up into my mouth but i just pulled back giving him just as much as i was before, with fogged mind poor Jake couldn't even form coherent words, he just babbled "um'ma please- i, please, you on me" his cock twitched inside my mouth, the clear sign he was going to come so i simply pulled back, cold air wrapping around his now sticky situation, he thrust his hips into air and got nothing but dissatisfaction, a chuckle made its way out of me at his desperate state, ohh how i love seeing him so needy for me, eyebrows scrunched in frustration he finally cleared his mind enough to form a sentence "please, I've been a good boy, I've don- ah I've done everything you said, mommy please untie me so i can touch you" i just shook my head, hands going upto his nipple turning the hard end inbetween my index finger and thumb while other caressed his jaw as i say " you have indeed been my good boy, yawne, but i saw you talking to that girl when we were at the festival, i saw how you touched her, the way you smiled at her, and i think you deserve your punishment now, hmm?" He closed his eyes whimpering when he remembered the exact conversation i said, his lips immediately opening up " we were just talking i swear, i would never do that, i didn't mean to touch her, she kept touching my arm, i- I'm sorry, please forgive me mommy please-" it was so sweet to hear him beg and mewl for my forgiveness, i silenced him by tugging at his hair from the back where my hand was before, he immediately shut up, tears were glistening his wide doe eyes as he looked at me with such a pretty look so i decided he deserved his release as i have denied him plenty of time now.

Untieing the rope that held his wrist, he slid onto the mat, his back pressed to the ground as he gasped for air, his wrist were still tied up together, i hold them above his head as i teased his cock while rubbing my entrance on it, sinking down his moans were music to my ears as they reverberated on the tent walls, his eyes rolled back in his head, as i started to bounce in a slow pace, enjoying every stroke inside me, i rubbed my swollen clit, the juices of my cunt gathering on my fingers, i looked down at Jake's fucked out state, smirking i said " open your mouth sweet boy" and he obeyed without a thought , parting his lips for me, pushing my fingers inn he immediately sucked on it, so desperate to please me in any way possible, his tongue lapping up my slick in seconds, i pat his cheek, making my pace faster to reward him, i still held his hands above his head not giving him a chance to escape nor was he even planing to by now, his chest and neck littered with hickies and bite marks, one dark hickey right on his Adams apple, my tail wrapped around his, swirling around eachother. I was nearing my edge, my velvety walls spasming on his cock, i let out a sigh at the feeling, squeezing them even tightly on him as he let out a choked out sound, keeping my pace fast i gasped out "come for me ,seze, show me how hard you can come tiyawn" he bucked his hips into me, and soon enough we were both coming together, both of us panting and heaving, i just leaned down kissing him, riding our high down i still kept my pace quick, our climax helping me, he just groaned at the overstimulation and i just smiled into the kiss, pulling back i got up while he was still panting, i picked up a rag and cleaned both of us, he was still dazed as i finished, i untied his wrist and he just looked at me with lidded eyes, i ignored him and started kissing his neck again, i still kept a tight grip on his wrists with my hand as he said "ma' y/n/n, are you-" but i cut him off with a kiss and said "shh I'm not over with you just yet ma' yawntutsyip" and he just nodded eagerly getting into position in an instant, - it's gonna be fun today - i thought smiling as i brought him down between my thighs……

A/n : i think we all need a sub Jake Sully in our lives as well 🥹 anyways please request more, i have a few ideas for a new series but i need some suggestions feel free to ask ☺️

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[semperama]

max/daniel - things you said when we were on top of the world 🤍

“Why are you filming this?” Max asks. He’s red-faced and breathless, but Daniel probably is too; he turns the camera around on himself for the sake of fairness and gives it a big grin and a thumbs up.

“Memories, Maxy,” he says. He films Max for a couple more seconds, long enough to catch his eye roll, then stops the recording and slips his phone back into his pocket. The sun is finally peeking up over the hills, warming the air enough that Daniel unzips his jacket. If he rubs at his own chest, trying to ease the knot of anxiety there, he hopes Max doesn’t notice.

“You can’t remember things if you don’t film them?” Max asks, and normally Daniel is the world’s foremost expert in interpreting Max’s tone, but this time, he can’t do it. For weeks now, he’s been second-guessing everything. Is Max happy here in LA? Is he happy with Daniel? Daniel has planned this hike down to the last little detail—early morning to avoid other people, the tomato soup in the thermos in his bag, the playlist he made on his phone for when they reach the overlook—but now that they’re actually here, he can’t tell if Max is enjoying it, if he really wants to be here at all.

“Sure I can,” Daniel says, “but not in 4K high-def.” He knocks his shoulder into Max’s. It makes them both stumble a little, but it makes Max smile too, which was the goal.

“I think maybe my face was not meant to be seen in HD anyway,” he says.

Daniel scoffs, slinging an arm around Max’s shoulder and pulling him in so he can place a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek. “I love your face,” he says, and the way Max giggles drains some of the tension out of him. Not all of it, but some.

The view from the top isn’t the greatest, Daniel has to admit. The city stretches out endlessly, covered in a layer of haze—morning mist or smog or both. He and Max have both seen some fucking amazing places in all their travels, and this urban sprawl doesn’t really compare. But it is home, and there are some wildflowers brushing Max’s shins, and the sky is so blue it’s unreal; this will have to do.

They sit on a boulder, pressed together at shoulder and thigh, and Daniel opens his bag and pulls out the goodies he brought—the soup and a few slices of baguette and some cheese from a ridiculously overpriced grocery store Kristen turned him onto.

“Soup for breakfast?” Max asks.

“Complaining?” Daniel asks, grinning as Max predictably tears into the food with enthusiasm.

“Not really.” Max takes a sip from the thermos, then hands it to Daniel. “Are you going to tell me what is the special occasion?”

Daniel tucks his hands between his thighs. He’d take Max’s hand instead, but he doesn’t want Max to see them shaking and know how nervous he is. “No special occasion,” he says with a nervous chuckle. “I just, uh. I wanted to ask you something.”

Max looks at him expectantly, a half-eaten slice of baguette hanging limp and forgotten in his hand. Daniel should be used to this by now—he’s had Max’s undivided attention for years—but sometimes it still catches him off guard. Of all the things Max could be doing, all the people he could be with, he’s here with Daniel.

Daniel swallows hard, looks out over the valley below them, and says, “What do you think about moving in with me?”

He expected an immediate answer—a blunt “of course” or “no thanks”—so it’s surprising when instead he hears a laugh. Daniel glances over at him, a plume of panic spreading outward from his chest. He knew it. He knew he was misreading something. Max’s interest in him isn’t as deep as all that. They’re just having fun, and stupid, stupid Daniel blew it out of proportion in his head, and—

“Daniel,” Max says. He sets his uneaten food down on Daniel’s bag, brushes crumbs off his hands, and then grips Daniel’s wrist, gently pulling it out from between his thighs so he can twine their fingers together. “Daniel,” he says again, “I have been here for six months.”

Daniel blinks, shakes his head. Has it really been that long? “Oh,” he says, “I thought—”

“When you told me I could stay with you, is this not what you meant?”

Daniel thinks back to the first couple weeks Max was staying with him, fresh off retirement and unsure of himself. He kept asking Daniel unanswerable questions, moaning and groaning about how he didn’t know what to do with himself. Eventually Daniel told him to just stay—just stay—and Max had nodded, said okay, and the questions had stopped. Daniel assumed he was still considering his options, but it seems now that Daniel has, as usual, been a complete idiot.

Daniel squeezes Max’s hand. It’s hard to hold his gaze, embarrassed as he is, but he makes himself do it anyway. He wishes all of this was as easy for him as it was for Max. Commitment is like breathing for him. He’s so comfortable with loyalty, and with things staying the same. Daniel fucking loves that about him, even if he’s awful at it himself.

All he knows is that he needs to try his best to keep Max, even when it’s hard. Even when he’s terrified. Because he’s much more terrified that one day he’ll wake up and Max will be gone. “Well, I went to all this trouble,” he says, voice shaking. “The hike and the soup and all that. Seems a shame to waste it on a question I already knew the answer to.”

Max starts to shake his head, exasperated. “It’s fine. You—”

“Want to get hitched then?” he asks. Should he have a ring? Do men do that, when they ask other men to marry them? He has no fucking clue. He’s never even been close to wanting to ask this particular question. He’s never looked at someone and thought he wanted to look at them forever. It’s always been, This is fun for now. Or, I like you for now. But he likes Max forever. He knows that, in this moment, with more certainty than he’s ever felt anything.

Max is still shaking his head. "You should not ask that unless you mean it," he says. “Is that really what you want?”

If Daniel wavers, it's only because the lump in his throat keeps him from speaking. “Yeah,” he finally manages to croak out. He puts his other hand on top of Max’s, looking down at their clenched fingers while he tries to get control of himself. When he looks up again, he hopes Max sees certainty in his eyes, underneath the fear. “I do if you do.”

A smile spreads across Max’s face, slow and sweet, and he gives the answer Daniel was hoping for all along: “Of course.”

[fullofgutsndopamine]

childhood friends tattoo complete bullshit under the cut

i wrote this on my breaks so it won’t be good, and i’ll be deleting it later but

charlie stood in front of you with red rimmed eyes, sniffling, using the back of his hands to wipe at his nose that was already red.

this isn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sight, but still jarring regardless.

“charlie-“

“Doctor said it’s broken,” he sniffles, “Danny is never gonna let me live this down.”

Daniel was charlie’s biggest gripe in life, the mop of red head and freckles that sits behind him and constantly pokes and prodes at wilbur until he’s in tears. charlie is never good enough for Daniel-too loud or too quiet that day, too obnoxious, breathing too loud-the amount of times you’ve had to turn in your seat and glare at Daniel is nearing in the twenties everyday.

“No bug catching, either”.

charlie sniffles, a loud and obnoxious one, like that’s the final mail in the coffin for him, his thirtieth reason why.

“Cmon.”

you pull him gently by his good hand, the floor creaks and groans and protests under the two of you as make your way to your room, set him on the bed as you go through drawers.

“I know how to make it better.”

it’s muffled, with your head in the drawer, but charlie still sounds miserable:

“is it amputation?”

Your eyes narrow, about to bicker with him about it but when you catch sight of his frizzy hair, his rubbed red nose-you stop yourself.

“Better.”

you gently pull charlie onto the floor next to you and he sits cross legged as you slowly unpack an old art case, filled with half dying markers and others long faded.

you him as you begin:

“This is a star, it’s good luck.”

silence before you start again: “and a butterfly-it’s for healing.”

charlie sniffles, knows it’s not true, is because it’s his favorite bug, can talk your ears off about them anyway.

some hearts in the middle for good measure, followed by what could look like a fucked up pine tree, jagged and a sharp mess.

“and this,” you say gently as you press hard onto the cast, “is for protection. it’s a lightning bug.”

“this will help?”

he’s still sniffling, sounds unsure as he eyes you carefully before you roll your eyes:

“i’d never lie to you, charlie.”

he seems satisfied with that, the kind that only children can have when they’re fed a lie.

“what’s that?”

he points at the vines and flowers that slither around the wrist of the cast, bloom into small flowers on their way up his thumb-

“flowers. they make everything better.”

finally, finally-a laugh out of him. the smile cracks against his lips and he seems satisfied with this answer.

“All done,” you proudly show him, “Daniel won’t be able to make fun of this-it’s way too cool and it’s all for protection.”

He sniffles.

“and,” you add, “if he does i’ll be there too, charlie. i’ll protect you.”

he laughs, a gentle slug to your shoulder:

“i’ll race you to our tree,” he says, “i bet i can find a cooler worm than you can.”

Years pass. the constant charlie was fades; goes from a nightly call to a weekly call to monthly to him fading into oblivion. charlie tried to hold on as long as he can, with white knuckles as he grips onto you, tries to hold onto the part of you he remembers, that chased you around a too small yard and was his favorite co bug catcher but to now luck.

charlie grows-all limbs and hard edges now, his hair is longer and his arms with long and detailed tattoos dance up and down them-found a career in it, the thing he least expected to do-

You find charlie where you’d least expect him; a buzzing grocery store as you chew on the stumps of your nails, contemplating prices and ingredients and food for the week-

charlie is much like a newborn deer learning to walk for the first time, even still. hasn’t learned how to operate these long legs and torso, a stranger in his own body-

“Hey!” a hard shove in your back, “watch it.”

your face is already mad, red that attention will be on you for this second. you open your mouth to chastise the stranger more but all that comes out is his name

“charlie?”

it’s awkward, for half a second. this now stranger, trying to learn him again-and when he thrusts his hand out for a handshake, like all those years growing up were nothing, strangers now-is when you catch it

his sleeve lifts up slightly when his hand is out, and you can’t help yourself as your finger lightly lifts his shirt, sees the vines and blooming flowers wrapped around his thumb, the heart by his pinky looks suspiciously close to something a child would conjure up-

“you kept them.”

he shrugs, his face red:

“they keep me safe, right?”

it hangs in the air for a second as you look at these old markings you did, how they look so much like your own from all these years ago.

his voice pulls you away.

“let me take you out,” he says, unsure himself where this confidence is from, not the same kid who would cry if you looked at him wrong, “explain ‘em to you.”

your head pops up, shocked as well of how confident he is but instead you’re nodding before you can even stop yourself, agreeing.

[dangerous-disposition]

WIP Wednesday - Friday (from last week): romcom!AU edition

So I've just been plugging away at this fic and I actually kinda just forgot to keep posting the snippets but I'm here!!! I'm going to post the snippets I promise so here is the next section!!

The Set-Up - Steve POV & SFW

“You wanna take a shower before you go?”

“Probably a good idea. I’m pretty sure there’s lube in my hair,” Eddie complained lightly, raising an eyebrow accusingly at Steve. “You have any idea how that got there, Stevie?”

“I plead the fifth,” Steve responded and Eddie rolled his eyes with a laugh. When Eddie made a move to roll over to the edge of the bed, Steve grabbed his wrist lightly and smiled when the other man looked over at him curiously. “Quick kiss?”

Eddie’s expression relaxed, even as he sighed heavily and leaned over. “So needy,” he grumbled before kissing him. And Steve knew Eddie was just teasing, that it was just a joke, and he even knew that he was being a little needy.

The comment still cut Steve to the quick.

When Eddie pulled away, he immediately rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Steve absently registered that Eddie was complaining about something—“Jesus, my legs are still fuckin’ Jello.”—and he was pretty sure he laughed an appropriate amount when he realized Eddie was looking at him. Eddie had smiled back at him, broad and dimpled before disappearing in the bathroom, leaving the door open.

Steve watched the doorway for several moments before turning to stare up at the ceiling. Letting out a slow breath, Steve closed his eyes and tried to bring back some semblance of the confidence he was feeling just ten minutes ago.

“Needy.”

Letting out an explosive sigh, Steve ground the heels of his palms against his eyes.

It only hit so deep because it was true. At his core, no matter how much he tried to make sure everyone was happy and content, Steve was desperate for the attention and affections of others. He was clingy and pushy, and sometimes inappropriate like asking a one-night stand for a kiss before he went to take a shower before going home.

“Yes, Steve, you wanted ten days to ‘get away.’ Not me, but you didn’t even actually ask me.” “You suggested it! What, I was just supposed to go on a vacation alone?” “Of course not, Steve. I mean, you don’t even go to the grocery store alone.”

The argument with Nancy was crawling back into his head for the first time since before he went to the pool. Steve had managed to tuck away the hurt and the bitterness, even while talking about her to Eddie, but now? While he was grappling with wanting Eddie to stay when the man wanted to leave? It was impossible not to remember what she said. Hell, didn’t he just prove some of her point? Not even twenty-four hours after she dumped him and Steve was already fucking someone and getting moody that they wouldn’t spend the night.

Steve only managed one night alone, and that was probably only because he was drunk.

Taking a deep breath, Steve worked to set aside those thoughts until Eddie left. The man would be finishing up in the shower soon, and Steve didn’t want him coming out to find him moping like a child.

Tagging the people who asked for a snippet: @sidekick-hero @scarcrossdlvrs @inairbinad @theheadlessphilosopher @hellion-child @stobinesque Tagging the ppl i think would also want to see this: @xenon-demon @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @thefreakandthehair @legitcookie @patchworkgargoyle @starryeyedjanai

[chaotic-orphan]

Curious, lost things…

Everytime I write a team snippet and have a “Team Leader” all I can think about is Pack Leader from the Gone series, my beloved <3

*~*~*~*~*

When Team Leader found Hero they were fine to everyone’s relief. Except there was a three month gap in their memory where there was just… nothing. When Team leader got them back to base, Medic looked them over and there was nothing physically wrong with Hero who blinked owlishly at the group around them.

“I told you I’m fine,” said Hero, getting off the bed.

“You were gone for three months, Hero. Three months.”

“Okay? I don’t remember them, I don’t know what you want me to do,” Hero ground out, rubbing their eye with the heel of their palm. All this fuss was giving them a headache. “Yesterday we were fighting Supervillain by the docks and today you’re all telling me I have been missing.”

Team leader said: “you were missing. We were worried. We thought you were dead, and you’re alive! Let us have this victory.”

Hero’s shoulders went slack, and they nodded, tired. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Team leader frowned, reaching out and taking Hero’s hand in theirs and turning it over. Hero frowned, looking at their wrist and seeing— “is that a tattoo?”

It was youngest who said that, coming to stand beside Hero. “You got a tattoo without me?”

“I didn’t get a tattoo,” said Hero dismissively, scrubbing at the black symbol. It didn’t come off it just stayed, staring up at Hero.

“Maybe you joined a cult,” said Youngest and Hero pushed them away. “What? You could’ve. You don’t know.”

“I know I didn’t join a cult.”

“Yeah but how do you know? Maybe someone tattooed you while you slee—“

“Okay,” said Team Leader, grabbing Youngest’s shoulders and pushing them out of the medbay. Medic laughed, walking out behind Youngest, leaving Caretaker, Rogue and Team Leader all staring at Hero.

“Look, I don’t know what to say,” Hero began, running a hand through their hair. “I am tired, and I— I feel like I haven’t showered in years and I have a bad fucking headache, and I just need some sleep and I’ll be fine in the morning. I’ll answer all your questions then, good?”

Team Leader stared at Hero, eyes intrusive as if they could find the missing time piece in their mind and show Hero as if to prove that they were missing. But they just nodded and said: “good. Your room’s the same as you left it. See you tomorrow.”

“Thank you Team Leader,” Hero said gratefully. They walked past the rec room where Youngest and Medic were sitting playing video games on the TV. Medic turned their head at the footsteps and nodded at Hero as they walked to their room.

Once they shut the door, Hero pressed their back against it, letting out a sigh. Their eyes went down to their wrist staring at the symbol. It looked like a knot of rope tied tight in the centre of their wrist, except it was more detailed. The rope frayed at the edges, one of the edges cut, the other side pristine and perfect.

The worst part was that the symbol was so achingly familiar. They knew what it was… somewhere in the back of their mind but they couldn’t bring it to their attention. It just lingered in their brain out of reach.

They shook their head, clicking their tongue before going to the bathroom and pulling the cord to the shower. They took their shirt off and looked in the mirror.

And they nearly got sick.

Hero’s body was battle worn. They weren’t impervious to harm, their body was littered in scars, and they knew every one. Two above their heart from Knock’s killing arrows when they started as a Vigilante. A knife in their abdomen. A deep scar at the base of their neck that had them in the medbay for a week.

They remembered every scar.

And Hero didn’t remember the new scars that were carved onto their body. They gripped the edge of the sink, their stomach rolling as their eyes scanned the surface of their torso. They weren’t small, or short. Not from a knife, or maybe… one ran from their armpit down to the middle of their stomach and was mirrored on the opposite side.

Every new scar was mirrored on each side. Another curved scar started from the bottom of their chest curving down their obliques and off to the side. Two more on either side of their neck lines at the base of their throat.

“What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?” Hero turned and out their head over their shoulder to check their back. A couple of the scars curved over but stopped there, their back not half as marred as the rest of their torso.

Maybe… maybe they did disappear. Maybe they did just go missing, but people don’t just go missing. That’s not something people do. That’s not something Hero would do.

The scars carved onto their body like they were some meat canvas, and the strange tattoo that Hero knew but couldn’t quite grasp. So he stopped thinking, because they were tired and wanted to shower and sleep and deal with all this bullshit tomorrow.

So they did just that.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

To celebrate the fact that I'll be updating all my fics in the next two weeks, here are some little sneak peeks of all of the future chapters

Enjoy! and I want to see your best predictions!

Ivy

He remembers his mother crying until she falls asleep. He remembers how his father played the piano as he sang. He remembers how your lips tasted the first time you kissed. He remembers his mother stroking his hair as she sobbed silently. He remembers that night in the bar when you walked away after Jake left. He could remember the feeling of his knuckles beating after he broke that kid's nose when he was ten. He remembers your broken moans. He remembers how you cried the night you left him. He remembers the way you laughed with Hangman that day after a dogfight. He remembers how when you disappeared, so did Jake. He recalls the way you were crying in the shower. He remembers how his knuckles beat when he punched the wall beside your face.

18

“Do we have a problem here?” Billy asked. Then his electric blue eyes fell on your wrist. “Why are your hands on my girl? Back off,” he bites.  Jason bit his inner cheek before finally letting you go. “Good boy,” you muttered as you quickly wrapped your arms around Billy’s waist while Billy placed his hand over your shoulder. 

Mamma Mia

“Please, don’t fuck on communal surfaces!” you scream from the counter as you shake your head, a slight smile on your face.  Jake’s laugh, though, it’s a little bit too loud to ignore. You raise your eyebrow at him, another strawberry, another batch of pancakes. Jake turns to see you, the way you’re staring at him. A slight blush creeps over his neck and onto his cheeks. Your eyes are serious but tender; there’s a certain sinlessness to your eyes, he can tell.  “What?” you asked.  Jake shrugged slightly. The same smirk you saw the day prior drawn on his face is softer than before, but you can detect the duplicitous nature of it. Your eyes wander his body for a second, the tan skin, the heat irradiating from the kitchen. Honey now, honey and an apple.  “Never heard that before,” he said.

Are we still friends?

“That isn’t the way to,” “Don’t you think I know that? I was angry and I fucked up!” you snapped at Maverick who simply nodded sarcastically at you.  “You can’t just,” Maverick started but suddenly stopped, he took a deep breath. “You have to think, Brat!” You scoffed. “You’ve always told me not to think,” you replied silently as you crossed your arms over your chest.  Maverick rolled his eyes briefly before he finally held your gaze again.

Would've Could've Should've

He knows what he’s doing—the way he wants to rile you up or humiliate you. You often aren’t sure of which one it is. He did it in Top Gun if you fought; he was doing it now. For a moment, maybe he’s right; you were making a big deal out of it. Perhaps you weren’t good at making choices.  “Sir,” Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin's voice makes your eyes roll automatically to the back of your head. A groan almost escapes your lips, but you refrain as you gaze on the screen.  “Hangman,” Beau calls on him.  You can almost hear that smirk on his face as he speaks. “Hoax here thought she could do a broken S maneuver,” he says confidently. “However, she failed to understand that the mig was on her tail,” he continues. “I mean, I get why she thought she could escape. Rookies mistake,”

You frown deeply as you whip your head around. “Bite me, Hangman,” you snap.

Cruel intentions

“Happy, call,”  But then you hear it, the deep and guttural growl.  You hold your breath as you manage to make the shape of it, only half of it visible, thanks to the green haze that comes from the corner.

Do I wanna know?

You stared at the umbral of the door quietly; the door was broken down, laying against your bed while you kneeled down. You were still hurting from your previous injuries, you’d done your best to take care of them but you couldn’t lie that you were in no shape if there was more than one person. You took a gun out of your bag and pointed it out at the door.  Suddenly, your eyes fell on him, and your heart dropped. 

[joocomics]

HIHIHIHIH 🤞 HOW R U FIRST OF ALL 🫂 SECOND I COME FORTH WITH LOTS OF XDH THOUGHTS I was well on my way to passing tf out before I started thinking and now I need to tell u before I forget them all 🥲

First!!! Gunil and taking pics of u when he’s literally balls deep in ur cunt 🤭🤭 he’ll be pressing your thighs against your belly, ankles and feet dangling next to your head and your eyes shut and mouth fall wide when he suddenly decides now is a good time to take a pic. “Smile, doll, you’re on camera.” And you can’t really smile so you kind of just?? Like stare with fucked our puppy eyes and swollen, wet lips. Drool coming down the side of your face, hair matted and messily strewn…. And he loves every second of it. Snapping some photos before taunting you with them like, “oh, pretty, I fucking love when you make that face. I’ll keep it forever in that picture…. That alright?” And he doesn’t care if u say no because he’s saving them for later, all different angles, all the messy lips and bites along your skin, even some he made you take yourself!! Oh, I’m thinking thoughts…….

Okay and second!!! Fwb Seungmin (oh my god) who literally ruins all other men for you. He somehow learns so quickly what makes you tick. You two weren’t the closest friends to begin with, but he was kind and somehow remembered everything you told him— from that random little thing from a month ago to your favorite things. So when you two get drunk together and end up messily fucking against the floor this commenced a very passionate fwb relationship!! It was only the third time he had you pressed against the bed that he was whispering all the right things and driving you insane— everything you liked was being done, everything he said you’d talked about enjoying in passing, even the way he gripped onto your hips or held your wrists was just right. And you’ve tried to be with other men who weren’t him but it doesn’t feel the same. It feels like no one else’s dick will satisfy you anymore…. What a shame 🤞😭

Okay and lastly is more of a messy half thought about Junhan and playing old rock vinyls— the two of you relaxing in bed as the midday sun peaked through the window. Your record playing on the ground as the same vinyl you’ve played 30 times replayed once again. It was like a movie scene— gorgeous and everything, despite being a mess on the wooden floors, was pretty. Junhan has you sat on the edge of the bed as the soft drums of the song flow through the air like currents. And he’s got a pretty hand on your neck, partially on your jaw and tilting your head up. His long, thick hair is falling past his cheekbones, tickling his chin and lips as he softly peers down at you, cute eyes squinting as he smiles, flustering you so easy. And he’s so gentle as he bends down to kiss you; the kiss starts incredibly soft, dangerous as it made your heart skip a beat and mind go blank. But then as the vinyl reaches it’s end, emitting silence as the needle pokes helplessly against the record, he’s pushing you back into the mattress with a knee between your thighs that not so subtly brushes against your core. ☹️ GAH!!!!!!

Kinda entering my Junhan era…… tell me why this man is ALWAYS on my mind…… tf…..😰

IT WENT FROM WORSE TO WORSER FRRRR YOU’LL BE THE DEATH OF ME / hj

also, hihi!! i’m good tysm for asking 🫂 wby??? hope you’re having a great start of the week 🩷 don’t know how you live with this brain of yours girl

SO FREAKING HOT I ROLLED MY EYES BACK INTO MY HEAD … the only right thing to do after this is the next day for YOU to take pics of him is it not ????? sit on his cock, slowly ride the soul out of him with a hand around his throat and take a pic of his pretty face with his pretty lips moaning from your grip

it’s not a want it’s a need! idk but the last few days the thoughts of fwb seungmin have been creeping up in my mind now my fingers are itching to write about it 😭 i have a feeling he & gunil would be the best of keeping such relationship

thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis oh my god this is not a half thought sweetie THEY’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HURT LIKE THAT i made myself cry even more by imagining this with his current hair 🕳️🚶‍♀️