#and then I just took the medicine and stuck my hand in his mouth as deep as I could

[sevicia]

I love my grandparents' dogs so much they're literally so cute‼️‼️ the older one's name is Thomas (my cousin named him & she likes gringo names LOL) and the younger one's called Loki (my grandpa named him cause he's very energetic -> loco -> loki).

Thomas is just like a light brown almost blonde (?) doggy and he's VERY jealous 😭 but he's really excited all the time he's just happy to be here‼️‼️‼️

Loki is a black (like you can only see his eyes at night) BIG dog, like bigger than Thomas, and his ears go like. One up one down HE'S SO CUUUTE, like one of them sits "normal" & the other one folds a bit awwww so cutes.... his tail is also really big and curls in on itself‼️

They're both quiltros (mutts??? in english??!) so we have no fucking clue where they came from LOL, my uncle Leo just picked them up off the street I think

[kacchans-waifu]

k*nktober week one : dubcon/s*x pollen

SEXY CURSED SPIRIT — on a mission, satoru gets hit by a cursed spirit. unbeknownst to you, the curse's technique happens to be a phenomenal aphrodisiac.

word count: 1.3 k

content warning: dubcon, unprotected sex, unestablished relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), creampie, not proofread minors DNI

a/n: okay so i completely missed my own deadline and this is highkey buns but trust i will be making up for it during the rest of the month so just bear with me, chat

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Satoru Gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era, the honored one himself, was stuck fucking his fist, alone in his room, with nothing but the thought of you running through his mind.

It wasn’t often that Satoru messed up. In fact, he almost never did. Today was one of those “almosts.”

He had been looking forward to this mission with you since Yaga assigned it. He was always super happy whenever he got to work with you, and, unfortunately, a bit careless—he’d always been a bit of a showoff anyway.

“I think it went this way,” you said, carefully walking down the alley. Satoru followed close behind, his strides far from as careful as yours. The cursed spirit the two of you were after was nothing too special. You, specifically, didn’t know about how it worked, as that information Satoru decided to withold from you— “It doesn’t matter, it won’t get a chance to show us when we show up,” he boasted. The most you knew was that it’s abilities were not completely lethal.

What you learned later was that he was only half telling the truth. The full truth was far too embarrassing for him to say.

—

“What the hell happened to him?”

You held the door open for Satoru, who was being held upright by Ichiji—Satoru refused to be held by you. “He got hit by the curse we were after,” you answered.

Shoko guided Ichiji to a bed to place Satoru down. You followed closely behind. As they laid him down, Shoko questioned you as to what you knew and what happened. In all your panic, what you didn’t notice was the prominent tent in Satoru’s pants.

“S-Shoko…get her out of here,” Satoru requested weakly. Shoko, at first confused, took one look at his “situation” and asked you to leave.

—

“Y/N, you really…shouldn’t be here…”

Satoru hadn’t let you into his room yet, but you could hear him on the other side. He sounded weak and out of breath. Desperate, even.

You stood outside of his apartment, holding a bag of medicine, tea, and soup. You didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but your panicked and concerned mind raced to get anything to help him feel better, especially after the message Shoko gave you. “I was worried, so I wanted to check in.”

“I told you…to stay away from me…” He was leaned up against the wood, slowly stroking his hard cock. He had already came five times before you showed up, and each time he imagined he was fucking you.

With heavy breaths, he wondered what you looked like on the other side, what you were wearing, what expression you had on your face. All that raced through his mind was you.

“Satoru, let me in.” You swore you could hear a moan from the other side of the door. “Shoko said you were asking for me.”

“I’m serious, Y/N…” Suddenly, he felt himself cum in his hand. Despite that, he was still impossibly hard. “I don’t know what I’ll do…”

“Just let me help you—“

The door opened and you were met with Satoru, cheeks flushed and eyes clouded. He was panting and looked down at you like a wolf watches a lamb. You barely processed the fact that he didn’t even bother to cover himself up when he pulled you inside harshly and into a heated kiss.

You tried to push him off of you, but the strength of the strongest living sorcerer was beyond overpowering. He held both of your wrists with one hand before just barely closing the front door and pinning you against it. Your face was hot when you felt him groan into your mouth and his knee pressed against your heat.

After what felt like forever, he pulled away, leaving you both panting messes. “DId Shoko tell you what this curse did to me,” he asked, half lidded eyes looking down at you. You let out a weak “no” before he picked you up and bent you over the nearest surface. “Been thinking about you…That’s what this stupid curse—” You feel him yank down your bottoms and panties— “is doing to me…”

Satoru takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him—bent over and helpless. He took two fingers and swiped them in the wetness between your legs and, god, you were soaked. Suddenly, he gets on his knees and spreads your ass cheeks to get a better look at your drooling pussy. “So pretty,” he mumbles before burying his face in your heat.

You moan loudly at the sudden contact, letting him spread your legs for better access. “S-Satoru…” Your legs go weak as he sucks on your clit and fucks your hole with his tongue. Thankfully, he was holding you up, fingers gripping onto your thighs tight enough to bruise.

It’s not long until he makes you cum with a loud, whorish moan. Desperately, Satoru laps up every bit of your release.

You were going to raise yourself up, but you felt Satoru press you back down onto the counter and grip your hips. He strokes his angry red cock and practically shoves it into you, bottoming out with a guttural groan. “Oh, f-fuck…”

His thrusts were initially slow—you could feel him actively restraining himself—but with a low apology, he quickly began to pound into you. You’re an absolute mess as he holds you down and perfectly hits that spot inside you. Satoru is absolutely losing his mind. To think, because of some stupid cursed spirit with an aphrodisiac ability, he’s finally able to have you like this. “You sound so sexy, Y/N…”

“S-Satoru, I’m gonna…” Your legs begin to shake as you feel your orgasm ring through you. Satoru whines at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him, only hastening his pace to feel it even more. With the same harshness, he fucks you through his orgasm, aiming for another one. “I-It’s too much…”

“C’mon pretty, just give me another one,” Satoru begged in between moans. “Just let me fuck this curse out of me…”

He makes you cum another two times before moving you to his room. He kisses you desperately, like he’ll die if he pulls away from your lips. His hands are on you the whole time, grasping at any bit of you that was within reach. “You’re so perfect,” he repeats as he fucks you in missionary.

Your legs are resting on Satoru’s shoulders as he goes for your fifth orgasm of the night. Your moans morph into whimpers and cries as he continues rough thrusts. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he makes out with you. Satoru growls into your mouth and his thrusts grow erratic and impatient. It was clear that he was set to cum any minute.

“God, you’re so perfect for me, Y/N…” His eyes are locked on you, never wanting the image of your fucked out face and glistening, naked body to leave his mind. “Wanna have you like this all the time…”

You’re under him, repeating his name like a mantra as you feel yourself closer to cumming. “I’m so c-close, Satoru…”

“Fuck baby, I’m cumming…” As you clench around him, you feel Satoru spill into your sopping cunt. He whines and moans unabashedly as you milk him for all he’s worth until you both end up passing out in his bed.

When he wakes up the next morning to find you passed out next to him, he readies an apology. Though, once you assure him that it was fine and you were happy to be the one to help him, he asks if you’d be willing to help him with a new growing problem.

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Previous - Part 12 - Next

"So we just have to wait a little longer... Here you go"

You were finishing explaining the situation to Curly while giving him his medicine, Anya was standing behind you grimacing in pain at the sounds the man made while swallowing.

Anya: "How is it that... Can you tolerate that?"

"What thing? The sounds? The burnt meat? The smell? The blood?"

You were mentioning while slowly and carefully removing the bandages from his body, the man trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to further discomfort the other woman present, but the bandages were almost stuck to his skin.

You were applying water little by little to be able to peel them off better, you had managed to get more drinkable water from the station, grateful for it since they had been without bathing or cleaning themselves to avoid wasting it for weeks now.

Anya: "Everything..."

"Well, I've been to many places, doing different jobs... I've gotten used to it."

When you saw the woman's horrified face, you realized how bad that sounded.

"I worked in morgues and crematoriums! Heavens... I didn't kill anyone."

Anya: "Seriously?"

"My dad owned a morgue and a crematorium, when I turned 18, he made me work, you have no idea how many times I had to clean my own vomit off the floor... or the corpses."

Immediately, she covered her mouth, almost vomiting at the thought of it, but you laughed at her reaction.

"That was exactly my reaction! I grew up with a strong stomach."

Anya: "How did you get here?"

You finished removing the bandages from the man, looking at his skin, you sighed knowing full well that you would have to clean it, pus was already forming in certain areas.

Anya, upon seeing that, had to turn around and hold her stomach, trying to think of something else.

"If you want to get into medical school, you have to watch this, no professor will have pity on you for having a sensitive stomach."

Anya: "I've already seen it without the bandages... But... Today they look extremely bad... I'm sorry..."

Upon saying that, she took a deep breath and turned back again, ready to help you clean her wounds.

"...I was in charge of the morgue in just a few years, and one day, while preparing bodies... I saw him, my father on the table in front of me, ready to be open and empty like any other corpse.. Three shots to the chest, some guys had robbed a store while he was in, he tried to be a hero defending the cashier, and they shot him. The thieves fled with nothing in their hands... I got depressed..."

You looked at Curly, who was watching you attentively while you told that story he already knew.

"I ran away from home... I started with drugs... and all kinds of things to get money... I went to my mother's house just to ask her for money or to eat something, I didn't care how much she begged me to stay... I just... I couldn't feel good again, and I was destroying myself to know that I was still alive."

Anya: "...How did you get out of that?"

"Because of this stubborn one"

You smiled at Curly, who soon looked away as if he weren't paying attention to what you were saying.

"He found me shoplifting in a store, and instead of turning me in, he bought the things I was taking and invited me for a coffee" you laughed, recalling that moment.

Anya: "Seriously?"

"Then he was looking for me all over the city."

Anya: "Did he want to see you again?"

"I stole his wallet."

You paused to laugh at the memory as well, before continuing with the story.

"But he insisted on keep meeting with me, on helping me, and I ended up falling for his kindness... I started living in his house, he was never around because of work, I got a job as a dog walker to have my own money while I was recovering, and he was always making sure I was okay... After years... Finally, I had the strength to see my mother again... And she felt relieved to see me well... Ugh, you have no idea the scene she made when she met Curly, so happy that i found a good man, I wanted the ground to swallow me up."

Anya: "That still doesn't tell me how you ended up as co-captain."

"...Five years ago... Curly recommended me, I did the physical and psychological exams, the training, and since I passed everything flawlessly, well... That's how I ended up here!"

You scratched your neck, smiling somewhat embarrassed that it wasn't a great story of how you became captain on your own; that was the plain truth of how you had ended up there.

You finished putting the upper bandage on Curly, ready to continue with the lower part.

Anya: "We're going to have to be careful with the catheter for this part."

Immediately, they heard Curly's complaints when they were about to remove the bandages from that part.

"Don't be like that, Curly! Anya was the one who has been changing your bandages, washing them, and put the catheter in for you; there's nothing wrong with her seeing you again."

Anya: "I think he doesn't want you to see him..."

She said a little embarrassed, you turned to look at Curly, speechless, not knowing what to say to him.

"Okay, no problem, I'm leaving."

You raised your hands to get up from your seat and leave that room. 

Anya: "You shouldn't feel ashamed, she'ss your wife after all, she'll see you again someday."

Curly shook his head slowly, he preferred that you see him again when he was recovered.

[lewisvinga]

margaret | alex albon x fem! reader

summary; moments when alex knows that y/n is the one for him. when he knows that he will spend the rest of his life with her.

warnings; suggestive comment n that’s all i think 🥸

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

word count; 1.1k

note; WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. slight crazy rich asians reference lol

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“Y/n, you don’t need to-“

“Shut up, Alex. You are not getting up without help.” Y/n huffed when she saw Alex trying to get up from the couch. It was only a few days after he had gotten his appendix removed and she swore to take care of him. That meant she would listen to everything the doctor said despite her boyfriend’s protest.

The Thai driver lets out a deep sigh at his girlfriend's determination. Their relationship was fairly new. They have only been together for a few months before getting appendicitis. The way Y/n cared for him made it seem like they’d been married for years.

“Don’t sigh at me like that. It took you five minutes to walk down the hallway!” She exclaimed, fluffing the pillows around him and making sure he was comfortable.

He completely understood her worry. He had a bad reaction to the anesthesia. He had to be put into an induced coma due to respiratory issues. Although the doctors and nurses had said he was fine and clear to start regular recovery, she still worried for him.

While Y/n was preparing a soup that his mother gave her the recipe for, Alex was stuck in his thoughts. He never had a girl care for him so much as Y/n did.

She made sure he was always comfortable. She had reminders on her phone to give him his medicine. She prepared every meal for him and helped him simply move around the house. She made sure to keep his favorite shows and movies playing to make sure he wasn’t getting bored. And even in between classes and studying, she was by his side.

He remembered asking his mom once years ago how he would know if he found the one. She just told him that when he knows, he’ll know.

Alex knew he had only been in a relationship with Y/n for a few months. However, seeing her making his childhood favorite soup just for him and taking care of him was enough for him to know.

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“Alex, your tie is all messed up.” Y/n huffs when she notices his navy blue tie wasn’t even tied properly as they were leaving their hotel room.

“I think it’s a look,” Alex said with a proud smile but she playfully rolled her eyes in response.

“Not for Carmen and George’s wedding.” She sighs, walking up to him. “Although I much rather prefer you without this.” She added with a smile as she gestured to his blue suit. Her comment made him let out a loud laugh while she fixed his tie for him.

“And I prefer you without this,” Alex said with a smile, his hands finding her waist as he glanced over the strapless silk baby-pink dress she wore. Carmen requested that her bridesmaids wear pink, and that made the Thai driver let out a shout of excitement. He just couldn’t resist Y/n in baby pink.

“You look amazing though, my love.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear once she finished fixing his tie. She gently grasps his navy blue suit and stands on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips.

“C’mon, pretty boy. We got a wedding to be in.”

Just an hour and a half later, they were both lined up at the altar. Y/n was on Carmen’s side along with the other bridesmaids and Alex was on George’s side with the groomsmen, including Lando.

It was already time for the exchanging of the rings and the Thai driver couldn’t keep his eyes off his girlfriend of two years. Something about her was making her glow. The pink dress paired with her blown-out hair and her soft sparkly makeup made him not even be able to move his eyes.

He had a lovesick smile as he saw George slip the ring onto Carmen’s finger from the corner of his eye. Y/n’s eyes met his and she wore a smile. I love you he subtly mouthed to her.

Her smile grew wider as she mouthed back I love you. Neither realized that the couple already exchanged their rings and just had their first kiss. Everyone around them erupted into cheers as they kept their eyes on each other.

Alex made sure to make a mental note to ask George to go ring shopping with him once the Mercedes driver was back from his honeymoon.

Because Alex knows. He knows that Y/n is the one.

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“Okay, don’t be mad at me,” Y/n said as she held her hands up, walking into their shared home with shopping bags hanging off her arms.

Alex let out a noise shocked noise as he recognized the designer brands. “Y/n, what did you do?”

“I couldn’t help myself!” She exclaims, rushing over to sit beside him on the couch. “Look at what I got from Goyard though.” She continues as she grabs the dark green bag.

“Y/n-“

“Alex!” She interrupted him as she pulled out the Chien Gris bag in a burgundy color. “It’s for our baby.” She gestures to the grey Bengal kitten sleeping on his lap. She pulled out a matching collar.

“It’ll look so cute on her, babe. Imagine me running errands with her in my bag with a matching collar!”

Alex stares at Y/n in disbelief as she tries to justify her impulsive purchase. She wore a pout on her lips as she held up the bag and collar in her hand. “Think about it, Albon. Think!”

They stared at each other for another minute before he finally gave in. “Okay, I’ll admit it. It would be really cute.” He said with a smile. “Now show me what else you got, pretty girl.”

Alex’s words sparked excitement in Y/n as she moved to sit on the carpeted floor with her bags surrounding her. He wore the same lovesick grin as he watched her show him her new purchases, including a matching bracelet for the both of them.

His mind wandered off to the small black box hidden deep in his gym bag, the one place he knew she would never search in. Inside it, there was a diamond ring that George helped him pick out. The Mercedes driver and his wife are preparing for the proposal when the couple goes out for a date later that night.

He was hours away from proposing and instead of being nervous, he was watching his future wife unbox her new pink Miu Miu bag.

Alex’s mother was right because when he knows, he knows, and he definitely knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y/n.

[redcoralpot]

Stu!! I love seeing ppl love him. Would I be able to request some roleswap ish au, where reader is a slasher, and stu is the "final girl". He gets caught ofc, and reader unmasks, smut ensues (maybe stu had a crush or smth, maybe dubcon if u accept it).

Unrelated: Loved seeing Matthew lillard as william Afton, he did so good.

Ruined Man - Stu Macher X M!Reader

Summary: Stu Macher was a classic rich boy; arrogant, eccentric, and an asshole. He was known for playing cruel pranks on others, and earlier in the weak, he pranked Sidney by scaring her as the infamous Ghostface Killer. Maybe, just maybe, he deserved a taste of his own medicine. Trick or treat, right?

Warnings: NSFW, non-fatal violence, weapons.

Word Count: 2K

A/N: I don't write anything with SA, CNC, or dub-con; Stu plainly consents to the activities described. He has implied feelings for the Reader, and other implied activities as well... but I'll let you discover that part.

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Crickets chirped in the grass, the crescent moon high in the sky. Finally, the noise from the Macher’s Halloween party had died down, and most people had left already, causing a blanket of peace to float down on the street. Any stragglers were drunkenly slumped against the curb, blacked out or calling for a sober ride. Your mask stuck out from the shadows, exaggerated and white, as you watched the property slowly become empty. Well, empty except for the host, of course. Stu Macher.

You could see him through one of the many windows, lounging on the first floor’s living room couch, still moving. Your fingers fumbled against the phone’s dial– god, how do killers run in this shit– pulling the black fabric further up your arm to position the voice changer closer to your mouth. Now, you patiently waited for the other man to pick up, seeing him jolt out of his position. Stu rubbed his eyes, and stumbled to the kitchen.

“Yo?”

Your lips curled into a nasty sneer, “Do you like scary movies, Stu?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Don’t make me choose, you know I’ve watched too many good ones!”

…

Huh? There was no way he knew your identity already. You’ll give him credit, he’s smart, but most definitely not that smart. Stu always visits the rental store Randy works at, and he always rented horror movies with Sidney’s boyfriend, Billy Loomis; that much you knew. He could not have seen you through the window before he ran into the kitchen, and even if he managed to, your mask was still securely strapped on.

“You still there? I haven’t dropped off Hellraiser yet, you could've just asked if you wanna watch it again.”

You hung up, breath quickening. Stu wasn’t scared, even though you were using the same voice changer as the loose, prank-calling murderer running around the streets of Woodsboro. You dumped the phone on the ground, hidden behind a bush. If he wasn’t scared by a little sound-a-like, that was fine, you came prepared. Stu’s garage door had been left open, and you jogged over. Frankly, it didn’t matter how much the rich boy had it coming, you were never doing this again. The costume’s long fringes caught on your feet, almost causing you to trip as you avoided the windows; less silent than you had hoped. Your shoes shuffled against the concrete, and you jiggled the handle of the only door, praying it would open. It creaked as you slipped inside, your shoes surely creasing when you tiptoed into the living room. From behind the couch, you could see that Stu was still in his kitchen, but he was looking around.

He grinned, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Nobody else’s here, Billy. You don’t gotta sneak into my house, you know that!”

 Sighing, you watch him leave the room to wander about the hallways, stopping by the door you had snuck through– and forgot to close. He squinted, looking at the mistake, and back at the living room. Your cheeks burned, adrenaline starting to pump in your veins as he took a few steps closer. 

“C’mon, you wanna have a movie marathon? It’s kinda late for that, but whatever. I have plenty of snacks left from the party, and a whole lot more puke!”

Stu turned away at the last second, choosing instead to sprint down into the bathroom. You could hear a muffled, “Gotcha… nope,” over rustling cloth as you crawled on your hands and knees into the kitchen. The freezing tile shocked any distraction from your system, and you stood up, settling into the darkest part of the kitchen. One of your hands held a dull knife, while the other held the little voice changer machine. However, your position left you without visuals on your victim. You were tempted to pull down your hood, but that would be too reckless, especially since he seemed to think you were his dearest friend. Oh, man, he didn’t know what was coming. 

“Y’know I love pranks, man, but time’s up,” He probed, leaning on the marbled island, just out of reach.

Stu visibly flinched as he turned around and found you staring at him, the mask’s empty eyes giving nothing away. It took him but a second to recover, yet, and a smile accompanied his wild eyes, “Billy!”

You tilted your head, slowly raising your left hand, “Incorrect.”

He didn’t have time to respond; you lunged. You gripped his collar in a fist and slammed him into the countertop– he winced. Stu tried pushing you back, but it was in vain, your knife already threatening to pierce his throat.

Your full weight was on the man, and he raised his hands in defeat. Stu’s chest rose and fell in hefty patterns; you snickered at his obedience. His head slumped back as you released his shirt, in favor of wrenching your mask off to face him.

“Surprise, Macher.”

Stu chuckled, chewing on his bottom lip, “Didn’t know you were in on it too.”

“In on what– aren’t you scared?” You growled, pressing the knife into the flesh of his neck, but not enough to draw blood.

“Dunno,” his back arched, causing a drop of blood to drip down his shirt, “I think you could’ve done better!”

You flipped him over, slicing a fringe off of your costume to tie his hands with. Your hips were in between his thighs, leaving him trapped, and the robe itself fell on the floor beside its mask. Stu giggled, hoisting up his torso with his elbows.

“It’s payback; you could use some.”

He winced as you pulled his hair, “Hngh, it was Billy’s idea.”

“Don’t act innocent.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it, tough guy?”

You rasped, moving to step back, “Nothing you don’t want; I think the prank’s done enough.”

Stu seemed to freeze, albeit briefly, but he wrapped his ankles around your hips– preventing you from running. Your hands brushed against them, tense, as his shoulders shook.

“I wanna.” A smile laced his tone.

“You sure?”

“I’m pose-itive,” he joked, “get it?”

You wrenched his mouth open, pressing down on his tongue with your thumb, “Shut it.”

He nodded, trying his best to close his lips around your finger. Your other hand trailed down his side, taking its sweet time, before landing on his waist. Saliva still connected your fingers to his mouth as you removed them, all in favor of lifting his hips. Underneath, you unzipped his jeans, taking extra care to avoid giving any friction. When you stepped back to slide them off of Stu, he whined, his hips still chasing your touch. His jeans were thrown aside, and you slid back in your place. You knew he could feel your breath on his neck.

Your crotch ground against his ass, a shiver spreading across his spine. Stu was audibly panting; his head was hanging low and he pushed his hips to meet your thrusts. You hummed, choosing to drag the knife in soft strokes down his back, the cool metal only just piercing his skin. Red oozed in thick droplets out of the wounds, some getting big enough to trickle down his back. The pain seemed to follow it down, as Stu made quite the pathetic noise. 

“We’ve barely even gotten started, Macher, and you’re this desperate already?” You teased.

“Mm, show me what ‘cha got!”

You chuckle and suck a bruise onto the back of his neck. From that position, you could hear a groan rumble in his throat, but it wasn’t strong enough to escape. Hm, you could change that. You sunk the edge of your teeth into a different spot, holding on for a second before soothing the bite with your tongue. If the bruise didn’t make what happened obvious, well, this would. Stu would just have to deal with it. Though, you doubt he’d mind.

The knife clattered onto the marble counter after you dropped it, Stu’s thighs twitching, “Where’s the lube?”

Stu didn’t answer, but only whined.

“Use your words, pretty boy.”

His voice shook, trying to form words past used lips, “Bathroom.”

“Louder, I didn’t hear you the first time.”

Stu wiggled against your weight, “C’mon, man– f-fuck, it’s in the bathroom, please!”

You tutted, a cruel grin on your face, “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You didn’t need directions, and as soon as you were out of his view, you practically ran there. Hell, you weren’t gonna miss out on this chance, were you? Stu, the eccentric boy that played downright evil pranks on anybody that breathed around him, reduced to a perverted degenerate. Perhaps he was already like that, and you wouldn’t be surprised. 

The lube was in a small, portable bottle that was half empty when you found it. Back in the kitchen, you poured the majority of what was left in your palm and fingers. Using just two, for the moment, you spread it over his hole; a finger may have dipped in every once and a while, in the process. 

“I wanna, I wanna do it already,” Stu shuddered, his fidgeting acting up again.

A finger eased its way inside, a little too easily, much to your surprise, “Not yet.”

“I really wanna.” Another, just as simply.

“That’s too bad;” you mused, “have you been fingering yourself?”

He bit down on his bottom lip, the taste of iron filling his mouth, “Uhuh, uhuh.”

“To what?”

“Y-you, and me.” 

You spread the final bit over your dick, before pressing your hand into the sides of his neck, “You little pervert. Bet you loved getting a glimpse of me in the locker room, yeah?”

“Yeah, yes, yes– oh, shit.” Stu’s little tangent was interrupted by you slamming inside; the sting melted in with pleasure as you brushed his prostate.

Only for a moment did you stop to let him adjust, before pulling out and thrusting again. You found a rhythm, and the counter rubbed against his cock as you continued, smearing precum over the wood. His hands, still bound, scrabbled for anything to hold onto, but in vain. His nails just slid off of the smooth stone, his drool making it even slippier. Stu squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a knot grow in his gut. 

He clenched around you, causing you to grunt, “‘M gonna cum, please let me cum, please, please… ah!”

“We’re not done yet,” you hissed, firmly slapping his thigh.

“I can’t hold it, man, I really can’t,” he sobbed out, eyelashes wet from unreleased tears.

A sharp pain on his shoulder burned through any restraint the guy had, the knot unraveling as quickly as it had formed. Stu thrashed, the fringe snapping, and his vision whited out. His brain was all fuzzy; the only thing he could focus on was gripping the edge of the counter. Stu’s face was smushed against the counter, crimson mixing with the white surface. He shivered, eyes heavy, feeling a little floaty when a thick liquid dripped down his thighs. You pulled out of him, rubbing his waist as you did so.

“Good job, Macher. That was one hell of a show you put on, ” you sighed.

“Hhn.”

His body was limp as you turned him over, using the oven towel to start to clean him up, “How’re you feeling?”

Stu finally opened his eyes, using all of his strength to grin up at you, “Dude… that was like, awesome.”

“Pfft, you sound out of it.”

“Eh, what makes you say that? I want a big glass of water!”

You cackled, leaving his side to shuffle through a cabinet full of fancy cups, finally choosing a sturdy looking mug. He grabbed it as soon as it was in arms reach, taking huge gulps from it, like he had been starved. Or, more so dying of thirst. 

When he finished, you softly said, “Do you need help getting into bed?”

Stu shrugged, so you took that as a yes. You heaved him over your shoulder, supporting him up the stairs as he giggled the whole way. As you tucked him in, you swore you could hear something from down in the kitchen.

A phone’s ring.

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Kinktober Day 2: A/B/O - Price x Reader

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CW: I wrote it gn, however, in my mind, all omegas have uteri. In other words, man, woman or gn, omegas have a cooch in order to make babeh. Sooo, it’s gn but with afab anatomy :3. Attempted assault (aka unwanted claiming – though not by Price), a/b/o dynamics, claiming, mating marks, unprotected p in v, possessiveness, praise, knotting, scenting

Word Count: 5602

This was supposed to be a drabble/short fic. Oops. Please keep in mind I won’t be writing long fics like this very much cause doing that every day is impossible, hence me posting this a day late and also at 4am :’)

But I hope you enjoy!! Cause I did have fun writing it UwU

Walking across the tarmac of base, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, a skittish feeling rising in your gut.

For the last few minutes, you’d felt as if you were being followed, your instincts going haywire, making you extra conscious of the scents in the air. And you had to, for you were an omega. 

With a world made up of 63% beta’s and 24% alphas, the omegas were usually left out or singled out. And it was dangerous.

Throughout history, omegas had been plentiful. There was an omega for every alpha, multiple even. But as time went on, it became less and less desirable to be an omega, causing for selective breeding- and mated pairs to be made. Where there once was an omega for every alpha, slowly it became a beta for every alpha – and with the influx of beta’s, alphas’ numbers too dwindled, leaving the world in the state that it was today.

And while the percentages had changed, instincts hadn’t.

Glancing over your shoulder, you finally saw it: a body ducking behind a wall too slow.

It was no secret that the military was a breeding ground for alphas, the high status individuals drawn to the hierarchy and power-filled environment. That however, left omegas like you.

Even with modern day medicine and modifications, instinct was something that was impossible to suppress, and the low amount of omegas left in the population caused for those instincts to go haywire in alphas.

Any unclaimed omega was at risk. It is why suppressants had been invented, to ensure the safety, choice and free will of all parties involved.

Hiding your scent with the suppressants and making you as invisible as a beta, you were supposed to go under the radar. And you had been. In your entire career in the military, everyone had thought you were a beta. There was only one person in your team who knew – your captain, Price.  But he never treated you differently for it.

Walking on, you repeated those words; ‘only Price knows, only Price knows’ like a mantra – but no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you were just paranoid, the man kept following you, causing your anxiety to raise.

Turning the corner to cut between buildings and get to the barracks quicker, you’d barely taken a step before your shoulder was grabbed and your body turned.

Harshly, you were pushed to the wall, your eyes wide as you looked at the black-haired, well-built man in front of you, his pupils dilated as he took you in - you were so deeply stuck in your head that you hadn’t heard him run up.

“Knew I smelt it.” He spoke lowly while his hands squeezed at your shoulders, confusing you while his form eclipsed yours. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what he meant, he leaned down to press his nose into the side of your neck where he sniffed, groaning in response.

Feeling that, your breath hitched, overwhelmed by the amount of pheromones he gave off, your nose clogging up and making you whimper on instinct.

That seemed to satisfy the man however, a low humming coming from him. “Unclaimed and walking around so shamelessly?” He grinned, pulling his face back as he instead placed a hand on your throat, keeping you under his thumb and pinned to the wall.

Your hands were on his chest, your breathing heavy and panicked. “Get off-“ You growled when he leaned back in, your right hand grabbing onto his face as you pushed his chin up, making the alpha growl in disdain.

“Stop that-“ He hissed the order, squeezing your throat which had your muscles freezing as his fingers pushed into your sensitive scent glands. It broke your focus long enough for him to grab your wrists and trap your arms together by your side, freeing himself up while his other hand stayed on your throat; commandeering. “Be a good omega and listen.” He huffed while nearly depriving you of all oxygen, your breaths small and weak.

Your mind however was spinning. He called you an omega. He was clearly acting on instinct and smelling you. But there was no way he should be able to.

With your arms pinned and your oxygen fleeting, you did the last thing your frantic mind could: slamming your knee up into his crotch before you swept his feet out from under him, causing the two of you to topple to the gravel together.

Slamming down side by side with a grunt, you struggled to pull your arms free but the man – to his credit – was quick, finding his feet fast enough to get on his knees and roll you underneath him, pinning you once more. His eyes fiery and angry, he re-gripped your neck, baring his teeth.

“You-!” Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his uniform and thrown off of you.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, soldier?!”

Immediately, your eyes widened at the familiar voice, looking up to see captain Price standing between you and the alpha he just yanked off of you.

His feet firmly planted in a wide stance, Price’s hat cast a shadow over his face while he stood there, glaring at the one in front of him.

“C-Captain.” The guy mumbled from where he was laying in the gravel, seeming thrown off for a moment before he scrambled up, tugging his shirt back into place with misguided confidence. “This isn’t what it looks like, there was no need to interfere.”

Those words however, seemed to light a fire in Price as he stepped forward and grabbed the raven by his collar. “Oh really? Cause it looked a whole lot like you assaulting my soldier.” He hissed, pulling the man close towards his face.

Getting to your feet, your heart was still thudding in your chest as you looked at the two men. Their anger filled the scent in the air, neither seeming to want to back off as the sergeant – as you now saw on his chest – glared back at Price just as vehemently.

“I am entirely within my right to pursue an omega.” He growled, grabbing Price’s wrist to attempt to pry his hand off his shirt, but Price held fast, his head tilting.

“But that’s not what this was, is it?” He chuckled darkly. “Courting looks very different, mate. And I’m not going to allow you to lay a hand on my soldier, my omega.” He growled right back, a possessiveness in his voice and scent that quickly had the other alpha questioning his chances.

Even among base, Price was well known for his status. Not only as captain but also because he came from a long line of alphas, kept ‘pure’ by not mixing with betas.

Though it had been something Price had lamented to you about – giving back for you sharing your secret with him – now it served its purpose, causing the sergeant to take a step back.

Price allowed it, letting go of the man’s shirt with an authoritative shove, still keeping himself positioned so that the other alpha couldn’t even see you behind the captain’s broad shoulders. “Scram before I have you written up for forcibly marking.” Price spat, his voice low and filled with danger as he glared.

Stumbling back from the shove, the sergeant stayed for just a moment longer while he clenched his fists, looking at Price before he accepted his loss, scurrying away and back around the corner, out of sight.

The moment his immediate scent left the area, Price un-tensed, sighing out before he turned to face you, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

Standing before the man, your breathing was still shallow, your hand cradling your throat as the reality of what happened settled in. In panic, your eyes shot up to his blue ones. “Price, I- I don’t know what happened, how he knew- I-“

Before you could continue, Price stepped up and pulled you into a hug, his breath stuttering a little as he did, though he held you all the same.

“It’s okay, just breathe.” He mumbled, cradling the back of your head. “This is on me, not you.”

“What?” You asked, pulling back to look at him, your eyes a little foggy as you tried to keep your panic down. “You came to my rescue in time, you’re not to blame.”

“No, that’s not…” Letting out a breath, Price stepped back, turning his head away to take a breath, trying to contain himself as your scent filled his nostrils, only seeming to get worse by the moment. “Come with me, I’ll explain.”

Confused, you nodded, taking a little step back and Price started walking, the sun beginning to set behind you.

His pace was firm while he kept glancing around, obviously still riled up from the confrontation earlier. And while you walked in silence with him, your mind was anything but.

Despite it however, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice any of your thoughts, simply following while you pushed your hands down on the scent glands on either side of your neck, hoping to stop spreading around your true nature.

Before long, you reached the 141’s barracks, walking inside and straight to Price’s office, to which he opened the door and let you walk in first, stepping inside after you where he closed and locked the door.

“What’s going on?” You managed to get out, still keeping your hands over your glands now that you were in a locked area with Price. Though you trusted him explicitly and knew he wouldn’t act on his instincts, you knew it was hard for him to fight against it. So to help his discomfort, you kept your hands firmly locked around your neck.

At your question, Price let out a deep sigh as his hand slipped off the doorknob. “You’ve been off your suppressants.” He eventually said, raising his head as he walked past you to his desk, making you frown in confusion.

“No, I’m not.” You spoke back. “I’m taking them. Every day.”

At your words however, Price shook his head no and opened a drawer low down his desk, bent over as he rummaged through it. “Those aren’t your suppressants.” He said as he found what he was searching for and smacked a pill bottle onto his desk for you to see. “I accidentally gave you the wrong one.”

Confused, you glanced at Price who had a guilty and frustrated look on his face before you glanced down at the pill bottle and walked up to his desk, pulling the container towards yourself.

Written on it in small lettering, there it stood.

‘Omega Scent Suppressants Recipient: Y/N L/N’

Snapping your head up, Price stood there, rubbing his forehead while his eyes were clenched shut. “I accidentally switched my migraine pills and your suppressants.” He spoke, sounding truly frustrated with himself. “I got the shipment for both on the same day and somehow mixed them up.”

“Oh…” You whispered and Price sighed, sitting down in his chair.

“It’s why I’ve been sick the last three days. I took what I thought was a pill for a migraine last Wednesday but it was your suppressant. It royally fucked me over physically. And it kinda still is. I wanted to take another migraine pill just earlier and that’s when I noticed.” Price explained, taking off his hat and rubbing his temple slightly before he raised his head and guiltily looked at you. “Which also means you’ve not taken your suppressants in a week.”

Realisation setting in, you gingerly sat down in the chair across from the captain, stunned. “So… their effect is wearing off and-“ “And the entire base can smell you’re an omega because of my cock-up.” Price nodded. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse, I should have been more careful.”

As his words sank in, you then looked up, shaking your head. “No, captain, this isn’t all on you.” You spoke, reaching out to grab his hands which he had clasped together on the desk. While this whole situation was fucked and dangerous, you weren’t about to let him eat himself alive – which you knew he would- and most likely had been doing. “You looked at those bottles twice to take a pill. I’ve been staring at mine every day and haven’t noticed. Don’t blame yourself for not noticing sooner because I never noticed at all.” You spoke, the smallest of smiles on your face and Price frowned.

“You’re taking this too lightly.” His voice was firm as he said that. “Even if you start your suppressants again now, it’ll take a day or two to take effect. By then, even if you hide away in your room, your scent will spread – if that bloody bastard hasn’t already squealed to his friends-“

Just at the mention of the other alpha, Price’s hackles raised again and you jumped in, holding his hands with both of yours now, pulling them a little closer to yourself. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s… not optimal but it would have to come out eventually. If I start with the suppressants again, maybe people will know I’m an omega, yes, but they won’t be driven mad by instincts. I’ll be fine.” You smiled but Price frowned in distaste, his muttonchops curling downward.

“I wish the world worked that way, love. I know alphas. And especially alphas in the army. As long as you’re unclaimed, they will behave like feral dogs, ripping each other to shreds just to get to you. You’re no longer safe. Especially the coming days.”

At his words, the blood drained from your face. “I can block my scent, it’ll be fine.” You said quietly, and Price just shook his head no with a sad smile.

“You’re going into heat soon. I can smell it on you.” Saying that, almost as if saying it out loud made it real for him as well, he pulled his hands back, gripping the edge of his desk as he blew out a breath. “God. You don’t know how hard it is for me to just sit here right now.”

At that, you looked up at him, feeling incredibly small of a sudden. “Then what can I do?”

“Either get claimed by someone you want, or go on an indefinite leave.” Price spoke. There was no room for argument, no room for any other possible options and tears filled your eyes.

“Leave?”

Sighing, Price got up from his desk and rounded it, turning your chair and crouching before you, taking your hands in his. “That’s not what I want. You’re my soldier. And a bloody good one too. But as my soldier, it is my job to look after you and keep you as safe as I can. This is the only way I can.” He spoke, his voice quiet, nearly a whisper at the end.

“Don’t make me leave.” You begged softly, feeling so defeated.

“I know. I know.” Price mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “You’ll always be my soldier.” He assured, a little smile on his face. “And when you find…” Uncharacteristically, he stuttered in his speech, trailing off, almost as if it was hard to get out. “-And when you find a good mate,” He eventually managed to say, “you can come be my soldier again.”

Those words however struck a chord within you, his words from earlier playing in your mind. “Your soldier.” You repeated in a whisper, your eyes landing on his. “Your omega.”

As you spoke that phrase, a blush flamed to life on Price’s face, unable to be hidden even by his beard. “I- That was a spur of the moment thing. It shouldn’t have slipped out, I’m sorry.”

“Slipped out?” You ask softly, a small bead of hope beginning to settle in your chest. “Are you saying those words are normally in your mind?”

Sitting before you, Price swallowed, his breath a little laboured. “God, don’t do this to me.” He almost pleaded, the gravel in his voice increasing as his body unconsciously began to lean closer, his chest almost touching your knees. “I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

“Answer the question, captain.” You whispered and Price rattled out a breath, your scent starting to overwhelm him, causing his body to respond in kind, giving off his own receptive pheromones.

“Yes, they are on my mind.” He growled, getting up from his crouch as he instead loomed over you, placing his hands on either side of the backrest of your chair, caging you in. “Every damn day.”

For the umpteenth time today, your heart started hammering in your chest, yet for once, it wasn’t out of fear or anxiety. “Captain…” You whispered, seeing your own hopes and wants play out right in front of you.

“Leave, Y/N, before I can’t hold myself back anymore.” He whispered while his hand came up to cup your chin, his face leaning in next to yours as he closed his eyes, taking in your addicting scent. “Fuck-“ He huffed, having to physically restrain himself from nuzzling into you. “Go. Now.” He ordered yet you stubbornly stayed put.

“Is this something you want, captain?” You whispered, your own eyes closed as well as you took in the waves of want and need cascading from him. “Not just your instincts?”

At your words, he let out a short chuckle, turning his head to push his brow into your temple, the pure image of barely contained need.

“I’ve been wanting to court you since you first arrived at this base.” He growled, his lips now so close to your ear it nearly reverberated through your body. “You don’t know what you do to me. Please go. Please. I can’t pull away.” Price pleaded, a mix of want and despair.

“Price, I don’t want to.” You whispered back, his eyes opening at that.

“What?”

Carefully, you pulled away and turned your head to look at him. “I’ve already chosen who I want to be claimed by.”

At that, the man almost seemed to falter, re-gripping the backrest of the chair to keep himself standing properly as he looked at you, trying to steel the excitement rippling through him as he processed the meaning of your words. You wanted him. “Are you sure? This is a lifetime commitment.” He mumbled and at that, you couldn’t help but smile, the omega inside you almost floundering at the care he displayed.

Throughout all your time you’d known him, Price had been a pillar of safety and support. No matter what, he’d been there for you, and you’d fallen a long time ago.

This man was the only one you’d entrusted with your secret and the only man you could see yourself being with. And because of it, you said the next words without hesitation.

“Please, I want you. Always have.”

As if a flame alighted in Price with your agreement, his lips slammed into yours. Reaching down, he lifted you up faster than you could have expected as his hands grabbed onto your thighs, hoisting you up and supporting you against his body.

Squeaking in surprise, you wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, holding onto him while you kissed back, your eyes closing. The coarse hairs of his beard scratched against your skin while he moved his lips, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Even as he started walking, Price didn’t break the kiss, his scent becoming overpowering in the most delicious way while he walked out of his office and down the hallways to his room, his hands starting to squeeze and fondle the meat of your thighs.

In record time he had reached the door, kicking it open before rolling inside, using your body to slam it shut as he pinned you against the wooden frame, finally breaking the kiss fully, giving the both of you time to breathe.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to do that.” Price whispered, leaning down and pressing his nose against your neck, groaning as your scent fully enveloped him. “My omega…”

At his words, a flutter coursed through you, happier than you could believe to hear him say that – actually say that.

“Please claim me, alpha.” You returned in kind as you begged, causing a shiver to rack down Price’s spine, his pupils blown with lust as he nipped at your neck before he pulled back to look at you.

“Gladly.”

With that, he pulled back from the door after locking it, swiftly walking to his bed where he lowered you down, carefully placing you on your back before he allowed himself to get on as well, climbing over you.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, finally able to openly stare at you as he took in how well your uniform clung sat on your body.

Laying beneath Price, your chest was heaving as you took him in. His hat was nowhere to be seen, forgotten in his office while he trapped you beneath him. The muscles of his arm bulged underneath his shirt, his chest moving with every breath as he shifted, moving to slot himself between your legs.

“I’m going to ask this one last time, love.” He spoke in a low tone, leaning down as he pressed a kiss by your chin before moving up to the corner of your mouth, kissing there as well. “Are you sure this is what you want? No going back.” He murmured, one of his hands landing on your waist, rubbing back and forth.

“I want this.” You said immediately, reaching your hands down to grab onto his belt, pulling him closer to you. “I want you, John.” You whispered and Price groaned, placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’ll have me.” He mumbled before kissing you, starting to untuck your shirt from your camo pants with his hand still on your waist, his palm immediately darting underneath the fabric the moment it could.

His hand was warm and rough, sending shivers up your spine as he traced your ribs up, stopping just short of your chest.

Humming in delight at the feeling of his hand, you began to undo his belt, the clinking sounding through the room besides your shared heavy breathing. Price didn’t seem to mind as he hiked your shirt up further, seeming just as eager as you were as he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

“Look at you, already so good for me.” He hummed with a smirk.

Sitting back on his haunches, he reached over his head and grabbed his shirt at the back, yanking it off of himself before throwing it to the side, revealing his bare torso. Dark hair was scattered all over his chest, running down in a v-shape towards his stomach where it ran down until it disappeared into his happy trail, obscured still by his boxers – visible now that you had opened up his pants.

You were unashamedly staring and it was clear Price enjoyed it.

Staying put for another few seconds to let you stare, Price then leaned forward to hover over you again, his dog tags swinging by your neck now that they were no longer tucked under his clothes. “Show me.” He whispered, tugging at your shirt and you bit your lip, nodding as you obeyed the command.

Reaching down, your torso was bare in no time, making Price groan appreciatively. Grabbing hold of your waist, it was dwarfed by his large hands while he leaned down, starting to kiss from your stomach up to your neck, making sure to nip and suck at your nipples before he moved further up, starting to rub his cheek past yours before he leaned even further rubbing the side of his neck to yours as he scented you.

Your scent glands, extra sensitive due to the oncoming claim, caused you to shudder as he rubbed his own into yours. Slowly, what had been so distinctly alpha and omega in the air now mixed into one as Price then moved onto the other side of your neck and scented you there as well, a groan in the back of his throat as his hips bucked into yours.

Just feeling his erection - straining against his clothing - caused a whimper to pull from you as you quickly faded into the submissive mentality that came with a claiming; your instincts taking over.

“Fuck, please, I need you.” You whimpered, almost feeling as if you’d gone into heat just from how needy you were becoming, your underwear stained with your own arousal, making it uncomfortable to stay in.

“I know, I’m here.” Price soothed, equally riled up though he managed to hide it better, putting you as priority while he began unbuckling your pants, quickly discarding it together with his own, leaving you both in nothing but underwear.

Seeing the wet stain on the fabric, Price growled low in his throat as he placed his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs, giving himself a better view while he rubbed his thumb over the spot.

The scent of your arousal filled  the air, joining with your combined pheromones and that was enough to do the alpha in, his patience faltering as he reached out and ripped through your underwear, tearing the fabric before he threw it away – useless now.

Transfixed, he stared at your glistening folds, his erection straining against his own underwear as he now used both thumbs to spread you open, getting a good look at every part of you. “Fuck, such a perfect pussy.” He spoke almost under his breath, as if it wasn’t meant to be said out loud. Yet you heard all the same, making you whine as you bucked your hips towards him, almost inviting him to take you.

Something Price wasn’t going to pass up.

Quickly discarding his own underwear, Price panted as he grabbed hold of his cock. Pumping himself a few times, you could see he was leaking precum, his tip an angry red while he positioned himself back between your legs, the tip pressed to your folds.

“I’m going to claim you. My mate, my omega. Do you understand?” He spoke, his voice a low gravel and you nodded desperately, making Price groan as he leaned forward and buried his face into the side of your neck, his eyes closed. “Are you ready?” He whispered and you hummed, spreading your legs even wider.

With that final consent, Price then began pushing his cock into you.

Sliding inside inch by inch, you gasped for breath while the alpha stretched you out, taking his time as he moved bit by bit, his hips stuttering whenever he did, as if he was still firmly holding himself back.

Yet none of that was on your mind, as all you could think about was to feel him inside you. Without warning, your legs wrapped around his waist before you locked them together and pulled, forcing Price fully inside of you, causing a groan to leave him as your wet heat enveloped him entirely.

Immediately, the faux-heat that had began to develop inside you rocketed the pleasure to eleven. Just the feeling of him entering you had your toes curling as you gasped, borderline on the brink of orgasm already.

Caught off guard by your action, the alpha then steeled himself, firmly planting his hands on your hips. Given how wet you were, Price slowly began to thrust, unable to wait while he leaned in and kissed you, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin while he began fucking you.

What started out slow quickly picked up in pace, neither of you willing to wait. While you let out little breaths every time he bottomed out, the captain grunted in pleasure while the sound of skin slapping on skin began to ring in the room.

“Fuck you feel so good. Exactly like I imagined.” Price huffed as he kissed around your throat, his right hand coming down to push into your clit.

Immediately, your back arched and you whined loudly, causing the man to keep rolling his thumb over the nub, your shallow breathing turning to little moans while he thrusted into you, your head feeling thick and foggy as you could barely comprehend the orgasm you were on the precipice of.

You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed. The two of you had barely started before you were already orgasming as he pushed down onto your clit one more time, making you moan as you arched your back, your walls beginning to clench and spasm around the alpha fucking into you, an appreciative groan echoing from his throat at the feeling. “Bloody hell, love.” He panted while you trembled.

Even as you rode out your orgasm, Price never stopped thrusting, a ring of white appearing around his cock from your cum now as he pushed right through.

“Fuck, John-“ You moaned, not even given time to recover or breathe as he started speeding up his thrusts.

“Keep going like this and I can’t hold out long.” Price groaned, grabbing the back of your knees before pushing up, pinning them to your chest as he put you in a mating press, his cock dragging in and out of your walls at a rapid pace, making your whimpers and moans increase.

Where there usually should have been overstimulation, now you only felt pleasure, the uncanny ability for an omega to turn the sensitivity of pleasure up yet remove overstimulation rearing its head. After all, the more aroused and pleasured, the more fertile, as well as to keep up with an alpha’s stamina in rut.

“John- Alpha-“ You cried, completely trapped under him as he put his full weight onto you, keeping you in a mating press for him, causing his thrusts to hit deeper than before, his tip hitting straight onto your g-spot with every single thrust.

His hips slapping into the back of your thighs, you were a panting, moaning and sweaty mess, barely able to hold onto your own mind as he fucked you straight towards another orgasm, his shaft squelching with each thrust, making you whine as slowly, the base of his cock started to swell.

Panting, Price began stretching you out further and further with each thrust as his knot began to grow, indicating his climax was near.

Every thrust became more shallow than the previous while his movements sped up, fucking into you now to chase his own release as his knot slowly became too big to fit as he pounded into you.

“God, I’m gonna make you mine.” Price panted, his eyes focused, dead set on your neck and you whimpered out a moan.

“Please, please, fuck, I need your knot!” You begged, pushing back into every one of his thrusts now, needing to feel the swell of his cock inside you, feel it plug you up to keep his cum in, fully marking you as his, inside and out.

“You want it, love?” Price panted, smiling as he kept thrusting, the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft teasing your entrance every time, beginning to push in before it met too much resistance and the alpha pulled back before thrusting again.

“Yes!” You whined, grabbing onto the chain of his dog tags to pull him down. “Please!” You cried and that was all it took.

Groaning loudly in pleasure, Price tightly grabbed hold of your hips and pulled, pushing his cock into you at the same time, forcing himself past the resistance of your tight entrance.

Instantly, the both of you moaned and Price started shallowly thrusting as much as his cock allowed, his release mere moments away as he continued to thrust.

“Fuck, fuck-!” The captain growled before darting forward and sinking his teeth into the point where your shoulder met your neck, slamming into you as deep as he could go at the same time, grinding his pelvis into yours while his knot swelled fully as he came.

Hot, white seed shot into you, painting your walls as his orgasm washed over him.

With his teeth embedded in your flesh, he marked you inside and out, pumping his hips as he filled you with release, his knot trapping every single drop inside of you as ropes of cum continued to spurt into you, filling you up in a sensation you’d never experienced before.

Moaning at the feeling, it hurtled you into another orgasm as you sharply arched your back, causing Price to bite down harder as he created the mating mark, making sure he wouldn’t slip even as you squirmed, the pain only intensifying your climax as your breath was knocked out of you, your walls attempting to clench around his knot but unable to, simply too stretched as they were.

Yet as Price’s high faded while he became fixed to you through his knot, you were still on cloud nine. With both your orgasms, the heat in your body faded, replaced by a pleasurable thrum that flickered in your belly.

The both of you were panting and sweaty, Price pulling away from your neck, a deep bite mark sitting right around your left scent gland.

His mark.

With his seed kept inside you by the plug of his knot, and the permanent mating mark around your scent gland, you knew you were now full and well Price’s omega.

[sunnycanvas]

Baldwin seducing his shy fem physician

Warning: mentions of lactation kink, overstimulation and oral (giving and receiving)

"Come forward" king Baldwin IV who called you gently was sitting on his desk writing."I am glad to meet (F/N) 's daughter. He was there when other physicians were trying to find out about my disease.It was he not the other physicians who was able to tell that, I am a leper".

You watched as the king got up from his desk and stood motionless staring at you.You stood motionless looking at his mask as well and Baldwin IV got quite too.

The awkward silence was finally broken by Baldwin IV. "Come sit, I heard that you are the best physician in whole Christendom". Baldwin IV soon say in his bed and began to take off his mask. He soon motioned you to come sit next to him. You carefully put your box you were carrying next to bed. You took out glass and poured poppy milk and put it near bed. You took out one more drink and motioned the king to drink. The king quietly drank it. You went back to box and realised that you accidentally gave the king, aphrodisiacs. The one for your other female client who requested it from you. As her husband was cheating on her. Before you could stop the king it was too late he already started drinking it.Y ou got extremely scared and not wanting to face warth you pretended to be normal.

The king stopped for a while and lifted the glass of milk again to drink but accidentally poured on your chest. You were wearing a white gown. Now because of milk your chest was visible. Your gown desperately stuck to clung to your chest like second skin. Your cheeks flushed in display in exposure of your modesty. "I am sorry. My hand accidentally slipped". You knew that was a lie. "Let me chean it off you". He soon began licking off milk from your cleavage. You moaned. Despite being chaste he was quite good. He soon moved down to your chest and began licking there. He licked the valley of your chest and soon moved to your breast. He kept nibbling and sucking and if searching for your nipple. He soon found it and began harshly sucking it. You moaned at this sensation. It felt like you wer breast feeding the king. He sucked so harsh that your nipple began to hurt. He soon moved to another nipple and began same procedure. You couldn't stop yourself anymore and moaned. You soon covered your mouth in embarrassment but Baldwin IV was having none of that "Let it out. Let me hear you moan". You ended up moaning your King Baldwin IV's name begging to show you mercy. Baldwin IV gave one last tiny lick to your nipple before leaving it

"My apologies, now I think you should continue". Baldwin IV didn't even wait for your response and began stripping. You felt sexual arousal after seeing the king's chest. He was muscular. There were scars but they were all beautiful. Just to show how brave he was fighting his diesease. You start working on his bare upper torso washing and dipping it with medicine. "Apply it with your hand" he commanded and you got the opportunity to touch his body. You happily ran down your hands from chest to his stomach. You loved how he twitched under your touch. You could feel his breath getting rapid and his body flushing red under your touch. You ran your finger tips lower near his cock. He arched at sensation and you chuckled. Baldwin IV glared at you and said "Don't tease". However his gaze was much more passionate than he wanted it to be. You playfully squished his chest and also played with his nipples. Baldwin IV moaned at sensation. "Get on top of bed, it will help you" you did as you were told. It felt like you were straddling the king. You look at king for permission which he gave. You stripped him off his pants and began applying medicine. You soon bend down and started applying it on his calves. Baldwin IV chuckled at how naive you were being. You didn't realise how close you were to his cock. Baldwin IV thought of being mischievous and gently rubbed his cock on top of your lips. You gasped and Baldwin IV accidentally put his cock inside your mouth. You moaned feeling his cock inside your mouth and you started sucking and went deeper. Baldwin IV moaned feeling your tongue."Ah! (Y/N)! So good" You took him more deeper and hallowed your cheeks. Your nose which was buried in his blonde pubic hair made it difficult for you to breath. You moved away to finally get air, when you suddenly noticed his sensitive vein in his cock. You smiled mischievously and started kissing his vein from top to bottom and playfully nibbled it. You could hear Baldwin IV groan and you smile in response.You went back to his cock and started sucking head of his cock harshly as revenge. Baldwin IV moaned repeating your name like it's some sort of prayer and finally released inside you. He soon threw you on top of bed and began stripping you.

"You are so beautiful" he moaned looking at your naked body. He spread your legs and put his finger inside your pussy. You moaned at the sensation of his cold finger. His thumb especially played with the nub inside your pussy and slightly pinched it. You whimpered in slight pain and he bent down and kissed it in slight apology. "It seems like some of the milk reached down as well. Hence, I need to clean it as an apology" .He soon began licking your pussy. You moaned and the sensation of his fast and aggressive tongue licking you all over you pussy. He soon found your hole and put his tongue inside it and licking it aggressively. You couldn't hold yourself anymore. Without giving him warning you cummed on his face. Baldwin IV soon stood up a little and looked at you with seductive eyes. Not without breaking eye contact he took some of your cum left from your pussy and licked it from his fingers He soon angled his cock near your hole. Without waiting he pushed inside you. You gasped at sensation and bit of blood came out. "Virgin, don't worry I am too which is why I can't control myself. He kept thrusting inside you. You could feels his balls slapping your pussy. You could feel yourself getting closer. "I am going to cu-" before you could finish your statement you came. The king didn't, so he kept thrusting inside you. You cried in overstimulation and in whimpered voice said "No, more!"until the king cum as well. You soon fell asleep

Baldwin IV cradled you in his arms, he didn't know what happened to him but he certainly wasn't regretting. Judging by your action you enjoyed as well, "Gaurds" Baldwin IV commanded and gaurds came rushing inside. They were shocked to see a nude woman covered with blacket cradled on king's arm asleep. "Make sure to call priest tomorrow, and tell him to prepare for my wedding" The gaurds left in hurry still in shock.

Baldwin IV kissed your temple and whispered. "Since I have taken your virginity, it's only fair that I marry you and make you my queen as consolation"

[lawqual1ty]

Just my luck (Trafalgar Law x Gn! Reader)

This idea has been in the back of my head for a while and I decided to share it! Anyway hope you enjoy

Pov: you accidentally enter at a wrong time

Warning: sort of nsfw? Mention of medical stuff for a bit, late night studies, cursing And that's mainly it? If you feel uncomfortable please stop reading!

"What the fuck is this...?" You cursed under your breath, clearly confused at the text you were looking at.

You had been awake for what felt like forever, you couldn't really tell the time thanks to the fact you were under water in the Polar Tang... So time was no longer really a concept, but if your tiredness was anything to go by it was definitely night time.

You sighed deeply as you looked at the medicine book on your table, you had been trying your best to learn more medical topics to help your captain and crewmates out... But everyone knows medicine isn't an easy topic, so you were definitely struggling. Your brain hurt, it was as if nothing had stuck to you... It was concerning.

"Should I...?"

An idea spurred in your brain, maybe you could ask for someone's aid... After all they were all professionals... The problem is well, they were fast asleep... Except for one...

You quickly stood up from your chair with book in hand as a certain dark haired male with eyebags appeared in your brain... Bit as quickly as you stood up you quickly froze...

Was it really a good idea bothering him? He usually was quite moody and you didn't want to risk it

"oh fuck it... I can't waste more brain cells..."

You finally made up your mind as you walked through the halls with a confident step

You slowly made your way through the cold and quiet halls of the Polar Tang, hugging the medicine book as you tried your best to keep calm, the further you walked through the more you started to hear a strange noise, like a harsh breathing... You shrugged it off as the idea of Shachi snoring.

You took a quick look at the book you held as you made a turn to where Law's personal room was hoping he was there still awake.

And trust me... He was...

You knocked softly at the door before opening it softly "Hey captain do you think you can help--"

You cut yourself short at the sight in front of you... Your eyes widened as you took in what was in front of you, a bright blush crawling its way up to your cheeks.

He was naked from the waist down, his dick on his hand as he sat on the bed, he was breathing heavily as he played with himself, his dick pretty hard as it swayed in between his inked fingers

"Ah... Ah! Y/N-ya~!"

With that loud moan he reached his climax... His words made you snap back to reality as you quickly hid behind the wall next to the entrance, covering your mouth with your hands, trying not to let out any noise and praying to Roger that he had not noticed that you just saw how he jerked off to you...

All hope was shut off as you heard a soft chuckle coming from Law's room, it made you shiver

"I know you heard me Y/N-ya~"

You cursed in your mind, your heart beating rapidly as you tried to make yourself invisible

"You're insufferable... Room"

With the sound of his husky voice you suddenly notice a blue glow spreading across the entirety of your sight... There was no way you were escaping this now...

"Shambles..."

Before you could blink you found yourself inside Law's room, your legs surrounding Law's thighs as you sat on his lap. You let out a soft moan as you felt his dick stroke you... The thin fabric of your pajamas not offering much protection against his veiny and now very hard dick, he smirked at your reaction

"You really thought you could escape from me~?"

[trensu]

have another snippet of stasis in darkness! just 'cuz i'm bored tbh, and kinda stuck on all my wips i'm currently working on.

The seventh night:

“Has he spoken to you yet?”

“How could he when you’re here yammering my ear off every night?”

“He’s a god, I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard for him to shut me up.”

“Even gods have their limits.”

“Oh, har har. The warrior’s got jokes. You didn’t answer my question.”

“...not yet,” Steve said stiffly. 

“It’s been how long now? A week?” The man hummed in a falsely thoughtful manner. “Maybe he’s just not that into you, man. Maybe he’s letting you down easy.”

At his words, Steve involuntarily curled his shoulders inward, slightly, ever so slightly, in defense. He'd been wondering that same thing earlier that day. Steve had toiled hours in the sun to fix up the shrine; to make it welcoming; to encourage a divine visit. 

He had stopped wearing his armor to free up more time to work. Putting it on and taking it off took too long, and he didn't have to maintain it as much if he wasn't wearing it regularly. He stuck to only his chainmail. He'd kept his shield stored away, too, so it wouldn't get in the way while he worked. Though, he made sure to keep his sword nearby.

He’d taken his knife and traced over the etchings of stars in the alcove that served as a backdrop to the statue. His knife had been ruined but it didn't matter. The Lord of Night would probably want the stars of his dark sky with him, he reasoned, and these had worn so thin. Sadly, it was the only detail he could bring out of all the stone. The statue’s face was so crumbled that Steve couldn’t even begin to guess what it had originally looked like.

He had discovered that the vines he chose to keep were moonflowers. They had blossomed every night since he’d removed the other more invasive plants. He'd draped them carefully so they lay across the statue's shoulders, wrapped lovingly around its torso and clung to its waist before the ends of the vines trailed off at the knees. 

The strange man might have made himself a nuisance during his visits but he never stayed the whole night. Steve had been able to get a few hours of makeshift prayers at the shrine every night. He’d done all this, yet dawn broke every day without a single sign that the Lord of Night had been listening.

“Warrior?”

Steve broke out of his reverie. He refused to look at the man. He had to clear his throat roughly before he could speak.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been rejected by someone I love." Steve tried not to dwell on his father's perpetual scowl and his mother's infinite disinterest. "I’m pretty used to my devotion being one sided by now.”

“That’s a bummer,” the man said. His sympathy was meant to be teasing, Steve could tell, but it came out surprisingly sincere. “Good thing you have a whole pantheon! Strong guy like you? Any god would take you to be their warrior in a heartbeat.”

“What are you talking about? No, I’m nowhere near done with his shrine,” Steve said determinedly. “I know a silversmith and a stone mason who’d give me a hand, and Dustin and Robin have been dying to come up here to bring him offerings. The only reason they didn’t come with me is because I had to do the pilgrimage on my own if I wanted a shot at earning his blessing.”

The man spluttered.

“Are you insane? A god rejects you and you’d come back? What kind of stupid–were you dropped on your head as a child?

“A couple times, but that doesn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Are you sure? Have you checked? You should go to one of the gods of medicine. Owens, maybe. Have him take a look at your head,” the man huffed in frustration. "For stars' sake, why would you want to come back?"

He ignored the insult to his intelligence. For stars' sake. Steve murmured the words to himself, letting them settle in his mouth to get a feel for them. He'd never heard of that one before. He liked how it rolled off the tongue, natural as anything. 

The man waited for his response. Steve took a moment to try to sort out his words. He kept his head bowed towards the shrine as he ruminated.

“People barely remember my god,” Steve finally said. “And when they do, they remember him as something he’s not. Even if he doesn’t believe I’m worthy of carrying his crest, he shouldn't be forgotten.” 

The man said nothing. Steve took a shuddering breath before the quiet could take over. 

“Having someone forget you is…it’s very lonely. Which is the worst feeling. I…I guess I don’t want him to be lonely anymore.”

The silence that followed his statement stretched long enough that Steve started falling into that meditative state he’d learned during his many nights at the shrine. It helped dull the twisted up, unsteady sensation that lingered from the man’s prodding at his every self-doubt and fear.

“He hasn’t rejected you yet, though,” the man broke Steve's musings awkwardly.

“He hasn’t reached out to me either. It’s fine. I’ll keep coming either way.”

Another silence. It was around the time the man usually left Steve to his worship. He didn't hear retreating footsteps. Instead, the man cleared his throat, and when Steve looked up at him, the man turned his face away, shrouding it in gloom.

“Maybe he’s nervous. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t contacted you yet.”

“Nervous? No way.”

“He sounds like a godly weirdo,” the man said. “Maybe he’s never had a holy warrior before and doesn’t know what to do.”

“He’s the good kind of weirdo! And there’s no way he’s not had a warrior carry his symbol. He must’ve had loads back in the day. I probably don’t meet his standards,” Steve smiled lopsidedly, playing off his insecurity.

“I’m serious!” the man exclaimed. “It’s possible! Some gods never get warriors. Some never want them at all!

“Look, even if I was the first to offer to be his, he’d know he didn’t have to be nervous,” Steve insisted. "I’ve never served a god before either! I wasn’t sure I could have faith at all until I learned about him. So like, if he’s new to it then so am I, and we’d figure it out together.”

“...you really mean that, don’t you? You’d let him make it up on the fly if he took you on.”

“Well, yeah,” Steve shrugged.

“You’d keep coming back even if he rejected you?”

“Yep.”

“But why? That’s so stupid. Nobody would do that!” The man sounded frustrated.

“I’m not really known for my smarts,” Steve said matter-of-factly. “Robin and Dustin had to translate the only book we found about the Lord of Night because I definitely wouldn't have been able to. It was a tiny book but it still took them ages to do because the language doesn’t really exist anymore. So they told me it’s possible it’s not accurate. It felt true, though, to me. 

“There was this quote, I can’t recite it word for word, but…it was something about how monsters don’t always look monstrous, and the monstrous aren’t always things to be feared.”

“That sounds ridiculous,” the man protested. Steve shook his head.

“No, it’s true! Like, I know I’ve got a pretty face and really great hair,” he smirked when he heard the man scoff, “but I was such a fucking asshole when I was younger. I went around hurting people on purpose, tearing them down for no reason other than I was hurting too, and that’s the shittiest reason to hurt anyone. I had to get some sense knocked into me by the people I call friends now. 

“My friends are the greatest people I know, and I’m really lucky to have them, but to everyone else? My friends are losers. They’re rejects because they don’t act right or they don’t look right; they talk too much or too loudly. People treat them like shit because they're different. 

“And after I noticed that, I started seeing it more even if I don’t always pick up on it. And I still mess up sometimes. I'm not a god, I can't change the world but…in the stories Robin and Dustin translated, the Lord of Night helped people like my friends because it was always the weak and rejected that try to hide themselves in the dark. I want to help those people find him again so they know they’ve got someone holy in their corner. They should know someone loves them enough to protect them.”

Steve didn’t really know where all those words came from; he wasn’t a wordsmith like Robin and Dustin. He always had a hard time verbalizing his thoughts, and he usually messed up the words. Nonetheless, these words had almost burned to be said. 

When the speech that flowed from him finally reached a natural end, he felt…lighter, cleaner. He felt like his shield and sword when they were polished to a shine. But when he turned to see his audience’s reaction, the man had gone. Steve felt strangely dejected instead.

–

The eighth night:

“Hey, it’s me again. My supplies are low and I don’t know what your thoughts about hunting on your land are so I’d rather not…I don’t want you to think I’m disrespecting you. I might have to leave soon to get more supplies,” Steve swallowed nervously. “Which isn’t an ult..ultimate…? No, damn, what is it called? I’m not trying to force you to talk to me before then, is what I mean. Not–not that I could! With you being a god.” 

Steve scoffed at his own blundering. He should’ve had Robin help him make speech notes. Cards with conversation starters. Something! He took a deep breath and tried again.

"But I'm coming back, I promise. I meant what I said about fixing up your shrine. I’ll commission a new plaque and I’ll talk to the stonemason about replacing your plinth. I don’t know a lot about sculpture, but I’ll get you the strongest type of stone and get something nice carved on it. Your flowers? Or cats? Cats are cute. Maybe your bats would be better…?” Steve trailed off.

It was quiet save for the faint rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. The full moon illuminated the area more than ever before. The shrine must have really been a beautiful sight back in its heyday. The thought of it sent a pang of longing through his soul.

The hour came that the strange man usually showed up. Steve steeled himself for another round of questions, another jab at his faith. The hour went by with Steve alone in the clearing. Steve frowned.

“Do you think he’s okay?” 

Steve’s question went unanswered.

After another hour without seeing his stranger, Steve had finally convinced himself to round the perimeter for a quick check in case the man was nearby or in need of assistance. When he found nothing, he checked again in case he missed something. 

Still nothing. Uneasily, Steve gave up his search and returned to the shrine. He knelt before it again, head bowed. He cleared his throat.

“Lord of Night, I don’t know his name, and I know he’s been rude–annoying–but could you please watch over the man? Please keep him safe from harm for as long as the stars shine tonight. Thank you.”

He received no response, but Steve had faith. He knew he was heard. He knew his god wouldn’t let an innocent come to harm if he could prevent it.

ps: i do not do those reader tag list things. if you’d like to keep up with my stuff, follow my writing tag: trensu tells stories

[bikananjarrus]

kanera week 2024 - day 1

prompt: stolen moments

rating: gen | word count: 980 | ao3 link

[note: happy kanera week y'all! this is set vaguely in the first half of season 2]

~

Hera was tugging the sleeve of her shirt over the fresh bandage around her forearm, the medic having just left the room, when Kanan’s voice flowed in from the doorway, “I can’t believe it took a trip to the medbay to get a second alone with you.”

She twisted to get a better look at him. He was leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed. He tried for a smile, but it didn’t erase the worry pinching around his eyes.

Exhaling to the point her shoulders slouched, she gave him a small, relieved smile of her own. Happy to see him, she said softly, “Hi.”

He hesitated at the door still. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, love. Just a graze, and a minor one at that,” she insisted, trying to assuage his fears. “I would’ve been fine slathering a little bacta on it and calling it a day, but the medics were insistent.”

Kanan nodded. His feet were apparently glued to the entryway, because he still didn’t move an inch.

Hera stuck her right—uninjured—arm out towards him, palm upwards, urging him to take her hand. “C’mere. You can see for yourself, I’m okay.”

He finally stepped closer until he was within reach to slide his palm against her own. Grasping onto that touch, she pulled him in. He sat down heavily beside her, the hospital bed creaking beneath their shared weight.

Kanan was flush against her side, every part of them touching that could—shoulders, arms, hips, thighs. She’d missed the warmth of him. They’d all been so busy since joining Phoenix Squadron—her more so than the others—she wasn’t sure how long it had been since she and Kanan had been able to sit like this. Close, just the two of them.

What was it that he’d said when he came in? It had taken her getting shot (barely!) on a mission and sent to the medbay by Sato for her to be in one place, unbothered, long enough for Kanan to actually get a second alone with her.

She sighed softly through her nose as Kanan pushed up the sleeve of her shirt to examine the crisp white bandage around her arm. The medicinal scent of bacta still hung in the air. He gently put the sleeve back in place, fingers brushing once over the small scorched hole in the fabric from where she’d been hit.

She dropped her left arm back down, but grabbed onto his hand with her right, intertwining their fingers.

“You’re okay,” he murmured. It wasn’t a question.

“I’m okay,” she affirmed.

“I saw Sabine on my way here. She’s okay too.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her.

Hera knew he was still adjusting to this—working with Phoenix Squadron, being split up for missions, following orders again. He was used to being her, with the rest of the crew, when things went bad.

She lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to the backs of his fingers. “Kanan, love, look at me.”

His jaw ticked. Then, with a shaky sigh, he turned his head to meet her eyes. Concern still etched a groove between his brows.

Hera leaned in, tipping her head until she could kiss that worried crease away. Then, featherlight kisses to his eyelids where they had fluttered closed. His cheeks. Each corner of his mouth. Then, finally, a soft kiss to his lips.

When she pulled back, his features were more relaxed and some of the tension had eased out of his shoulders.

“I’m okay,” she repeated. “Sabine’s okay. The mission was a success. I know you worry when you’re not with us, but it’s really not that different from when it was just us.”

“I know. It just feels different. It feels bigger and that makes me worry more. But,” he rushed to add, “I know how important this is, how much it means to you.”

She swept her free hand over his jaw. “You are important to me too. And I’m sorry it took a minor emergency for us to be alone for a minute.”

An idea formed in her head as the words were coming out of her mouth. Before Kanan could get a chance to respond—probably with something smart, given the glint in his eye at the mention of them being alone—she stood, tugging him up with her.

“Come with me.”

“What?”

She squeezed his hands, a mischievous grin spreading wide. “You and me, let’s go find a spot and hide for a bit.” It was impulsive and silly and some would even call it immature, given her position, especially. But at the moment, Hera didn’t care.

Kanan was right—it had been weeks since it had just been the two of them. And for the moment, nobody was asking after her, or giving her orders, or handing her mission reports. She was sure that would change soon enough. Especially once Sato got word that she’d been medically cleared.

But until then, she wanted to run away from those obligations for a little while. For as long as the duty-bound, responsible part of her would allow.

She wanted to take a nice long shower—longer than she would normally allow herself. She wanted to raid the freighter’s mess and snag some of the fresh gnostra berries and sweets they’d gotten in their last shipment, before they snuck off to hide on the Ghost. She wanted to curl up with Kanan in her bunk or his, maybe watch a holo, but more than anything, just be in his presence and maybe definitely kiss him a little stupid, too.

Kanan—whose troublemaking streak matched her own—grinned. Cupping her face between his hands, he pressed a hot, purposeful kiss into her mouth.

Then, in an echo of something he’d said to her long ago, “Let’s go somewhere.”

[end]

~

[note 2: i was literally about to type kanan's last bit of dialogue here, when it hit me like a freight train that it was going to be the same last line as a new dawn. i did not plan that, i was just writing in a blur at 11 pm, and well. then i had to stare at the wall for a minute because a new dawn. yeah <3]

[cybercl0ne]

not sure if u do requests but I found ur blog recently and have been OBSESSED. I was thinking if you could do an arrange marriage fic for aizawa. I would absolutely DIE if u did. It can be any AU i wont mind since whatever u write will be amazing! I know it 💗💗💗

Will do! I love you so much. I wrote this trying to best fit my other pieces of work, so I hope you like it and I'm sorry I took so long to reply but I'm here now *plays graceful music*

Summary: Your father sells you to a man that knows you from UA.

F/M (she/her)

A/N at the bottom!!!!

TW: Abuse, mentions of Abuse, Fathers a massive dick (again), massive Angst, 18+, slow burn, porn with plot, murder, Aizawa is Yandere

You tried to keep your head down. You wanted to speak. You felt the words you wanted to say bubbling up in your throat, desperately trying to simmer.

"Don't disappoint me Y/n." You fathers booming voice bowelled. His intense aura making you feel smaller than you already were compared to him.

"Yes father." You spoke, still trying to maintain a put together face. You were slightly confused as to what was going on but would never voice it as you learned where talking out of line got you. Your mind hissed at the memories of the endless nights of torture your father would put you through just so you would never talk 'out of place' again.

Unimpressed your father scoffed, watching as the car rolled to a sudden stop. He let himself out, leaving you to bear the responsibility of fear. His assistant opened the door, his heart sharing the same hole as yours. "Good luck miss." He whispered, cheering you on knowing that this tiny act of kindness could get him killed. You gave him a warm smile innocent but filled with bloodshed, wanting to be in his shoes, even as a assistant for a man like your father. At least he could escape. At least he wasn't wasted down by the overbearing responsibilities you bared.

His shoes were different from the feet you walked with. You quickly and quietly made way to catch up with your father who still ignored your existence for as long as possible. He stepped through the sleek sophisticated door, you behind his large frame.

Life has never been fair to you or your family. When you were born your mother fell ill causing her to be hidden from the outside world. Sometimes when you’d have nightmares you’d curl into the warmth of her bony chest, watching as her warm arms wrapped around you. She’d reassure you countless times, kissing your temple. But now those days were gone. You no longer could run into your mom's touch, watch her smile glow up the room full of iv drips and medicine.

"This is Y/n. Shes the one that you will be betrothed." Your fathers familiar booming voice declared. You stood shell shocked, not wanting to believe what your eyes had soaked in. "N-no...H-he didn't say that." You blinked a few times to make sure you weren't stuck in some messed up nightmare but found you were very awake.

Your father nudged you as he placed his hands on your shoulders and activated his quirk, burning into the cloth of your clothes. You wasted no time, bowing before the strange man. "She might be a little untamed but I'm sure you'll figure it out." He said, throwing you at the man that stood before you.

Your face was nothing but mortified as you saw your father walking out of the room, still sharing the same uninterested look at you as when you were born. "F-father?" You scampered towards him, scraping yourself and ignoring the man that you fell into. He shared nothing but a simple scoff.

You blanked as your world flipped on its side. You saw your father looming over you as if he had put something rotten in his mouth. The glint that he shared between you sent your body into hives and shivers.

"I am not your father. Don't call me that." "If it were up to me, I would've never had you." "I would've sold you off to some man any day, but it appeared he was the only buyer."

"So, play nice now."

As soon as he spoke your body reacted with the only reaction it could. You hauled forward, your body rejecting everything. As you threw up all over the poor man's floor you noticed the sleek black shoes your father always wore disappear behind the black door.

You desperately reached for his long-gone presence. tears and snot uncontrollably free falling in front of you. "P-please father!"

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me behind! I-I'll be good!" Your heart wrenching words dissipated into thin air as it would never reach your targeted audience. The only man in the room however rushed to your side, immediately comforting you.

You watched as the world went black.

You woke up with a heavy migraine, your brain trying to forget the part where your father basically admits to hating you at birth. You hold your stomach as you try to muster an emotion other than grief and freedom mixed but you find yourself unable.

You look around realizing that your environment was completely different from what you knew. The spacious room overwhelmed you and the man that laid across from you spoke danger. You quickly huddled up into your legs as the strange man stirred in his sleep, transitioning to a woke state. "W-where am I?" You spoke, your voice faint and hoarse. You cringe at how little words fall from your mouth. "My house." The man utters.

You decide to take a good look at him, taking in his gruffy patch under his chin, his eyebags and his ragged black hair.

"Shota? -"

Both of your faces light up upon remembering a distant name from the past.

"Hi y/n." He breathes a breath of relief. You grabbed him immediately, embracing him tightly as he stood stunned, unsure of weather to hug you back and risk never letting you go.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Aizawa Whispered softly afraid you might float away from how light you felt in his arms. You let go, examining his face once more, fighting the urge to pepper it with soft kisses.

"Oh Aizawa..." "I-I'm so sorry..." You stuttered. You felt immense guilt as he talked his worry of you onto you.

"I had to leave UA. I wanted to be like you, a teacher but my father..." You choked, not sure if you can even call him a proper father. All he ever knew was pain.

"Don't worry. You'll be ok now." He reassured, lightly stroking your head. You whimpered into his chest, carving small circles.

For the first time in a long time you could feel yourself breathe. It was like you no longer had to cover your mouth, or act like you were stepping on pins and needles. You were free.

——*a few months later*——

You thought you’d hate the idea of marriage. Being tied down to a lover, or whoever your father would put you with in the end. But Aizawa was determined to erase any mark that monster had placed on you, and that started with the roots itself.

Since Aizawa was a pro hero he was fully aware he could never kill the villains he pursued. But the more Aizawa held you at night and watched you wriggle and mewl in your sleep made the reasonable thoughts broil. He knew he just had to do something. He stepped downstairs at after finalizing his plan, seeing you downstairs preparing him another beautiful breakfast that he felt a little bad that he wasn’t gonna eat. But there would be many great meals that he’d enjoy with you after he got rid of the lingering problem.

You looked so peaceful with your hair tied up and idling in one of his t shirts, never failing to look like a supernova even in the groggy mornings. He couldn’t resist and had to feel you from behind if even to just get the smell of you in his mind. “Hey baby” Aizawa’s groggy and rasped voice croaked. You startled, jumped as he wrapped his arms around your waist, rocking you side to side to let you know it was him.

“Hey honey. You ready to eat?” You asked, spatula in your hand but your attention all on him. He loved the way you’d fill his stomach with butterflies like he was a teenager again when you looked up at him with trust.

“No sorry sweets, I’ll pass but I’ll be back to eat later.” He didn’t fail to miss how you deflated a bit but perked back up after he hugged you tighter you perked back up.

“Well alright. Just be back in time for lunch or dinner.” You nagged like a wife. You caught yourself on the words, visibly flashing a hand to your mouth. He laughed, thinking about how little you changed through the years, even through high school you were shy and reserved but around him you loosened up unintentionally. It made him feel like he had done right. He’d been told by many peers and other of his students that he was scary, but deep down Aizawa cared, just was very used to acting like he doesn’t.

He planted a wet kiss on your face, exiting the warm feel of your embrace, looking back at you one last time for a fond memory until he gets back from doing a little “errand”.

He watched from afar at his victim. He watched as he left in his black car that had been in his rear view. Aizawa watched as the tall buff man exited the car and into his esteemed home with no car in the world. He looked as if he had no concern. It made Aizawa want to erase him even more. Aizawa followed close behind posing as a pro hero just put on patrol. He banged on the tall door that assisted the tall lowly man.

The door shot open as his tall stature sank to the front door. “What?” His booming voice rang. Aizawa could tell why this voice hurt and scared you so much but Aizawa was determined to make sure you never wind ear of a melody as broken as his. The man was visibly puzzled when he saw no one was standing at his doorstep. Shrugging it off and grumbling back inside his domain. Aizawa, already one step ahead, was inside his house without anyone or anything hearing/noticing. He promised the job would be clean and quick, all so he could have as much time with you as he wanted for the rest of both of your lives. He watched as the man sat in his office with a state of the art tablet, focused on whatever shady business he was indulging in. Aziawa made no effort to hide any longer revealing himself to the perpetrator that taunted the love of his life for so long under the radar. “What are you doing in here? Who let you in?!”

“Y’know you should do your research a little better.” Aizawa spoke, ignoring his past comment. Aizawa quickly and hastily poked the knife he placed at his knee to the grown man’s neck. And without second thought he slashed. He made sure the cut were clean and watched as blood splattered from his neck. He made little to no noise. Only choking on his gurgles of blood.

He quickly dipped out of the crime scene leaving nothing behind. He was aware that your father had ties and Allies, but with those allies were his enemies. Enemies that hated him with a diehard passion. Some of his Allies were backstabbers anyway, but your father was blinded by his power that he failed to even realize that you were what was keeping his business up. With you being there and as his weapon made him powerful but alone his quick could be quickly outmatched.

Aizawa shrugged, concluding that he’d fall down the ladder sooner or later but just decided to speed up the process. By now it was late and he knew that he probably had a worried wife at home waiting patiently for his arrival home. His heart fluttered, leaving behind the murderous acts where they belonged.

As soon as he stepped through the door he was happily greeted by you jumping at him wrapping your arms around him. “Where have you been?” You asked worried. You scanned his body for any marks of harm but when you found nothing you warmly hugged him again. “Sorry I’m so late honey.” He whispered into your head. He picked you up holding his lips to your face. You scrambled under him to put you down.

“Aizawa! Put me down you maniac!” You laughed, clutching onto him as he walked to your bedroom. “But I missed you so so much darling.” He teased, placing you gently on the bed to pepper your face with kisses. He towered over you showering you with deep love.

You both paused to look at each other, both lost in the way the other looked. He gently lowered into you, his eyes intoxicated with a potent that had you falling deep into his lips. You both share a loving kiss Aizawas hands not knowing if they should roam down your body. You grab his hand after breaking the kiss and bring it up to your left breast.

“It’s ok Aizawa.”

“I trust you.” You clearly spoke into his ear. You watched as his face shared a bright dusk of blush as he slowly allowed his hands to travel down every curve and slope of your body. You shivered under his touch, mewling and mumbling under him.

He found his way to back to your breast, playing and toying with the hard nipple that formed from his touch.

“So fucking beautiful.” He muttered. You tended up as the words registered to your ears. You noticed the bulge that grew in his pants as he kissed down your stomach, his eyes pleading for permission. You nodded as he pulled and teased at your already wet panties that now fled attention to the floor.

“You’re so fucking wet for me princess.” You hid your eyes as he played with your slick that was soaking his fingers as they played with your entrance.

“No, no, no sweetie, don’t look away. Be good and look at your man playing with your sweet cunt.”

You reluctantly opened your eyes to see his two fingers coying with your needy cunt. You watched as his fingers lodged their way inside of you. You quivered at the new feeling of something wriggling inside of you. “So damn tight for me baby.” He whispered as he fixated all his attention to you pussy. You wiggled and moaned as he stretched and prodded at your needy hole.

“p-please”

“what princess?” He stopped, looking at you. You lifted your leg to brush against his raging bulge. You felt it twitch against your touch and watched as Aizawa seethed with pleasure.

“Tell me what you want” He demanded.

“Y-you.”

Aizawa clicked his teeth, freeing his cock from his pants. You saw how it laid out on your stomach. You imagined how easy you’d tear from how big he was. You were completely new to this, and a little intimidated by the girth and length of his twitching cock.

He pumped his member testing and readying it at your entrance. “Don’t worry baby, it’ll fit.” He soothed playfully. You flushed at how he petted your stomach as he stabled himself inside you.

You both seared with how tight everything felt. You felt the world spin as pain and pleasure mixed beautifully. You greedy pussy pushed for more of Aizawa’s cock as he paused to let you breathe.

“You’re doing so well for me princess” he kissed your teary face. “Is it all the way in yet?” You whimpered. He lightly chuckled, and shook his head softly.

“we’re not even half way darling.” He spoke. You felt yourself stretching and clamping around him as he thrusted his way inside you. You felt how his cock crawled into your cervix and deep inside your womb. You felt the way your pussy throbbed for harder movements.

“P-please keep going.” You voiced.

At that moment Aizawa lost control and started pounding at your womb. You felt your ass shake as skin collided with one another. You watched the small bulge in your stomach disappear and reappear every time he rammed in and out. Soon you start to feel the sensation of your stomach coiling around him. “Aizawa i-I’m gonna-“

“don’t worry I’m going to cum to baby.” He grunted. You watched as your cunt slicked more and more as his thrust became deeper and stronger. You grasp onto his back, leaving your own special mark on him as you screamed and moaned his name.

“That’s right baby, my name is the only name you need to know.” He panted. You felt the coil in your stomach snap as you started spasming around him, coating his cock with your cum. Not too long after you Aizawa chases his own high, nearing his climax.

“g-gonna fill you up. Gonna breed you with my children baby.” He said as he thrusted.

Your mind started going blank as he kept pounding your soaked and overly sensitive pussy.

“Y-yes please fill me up w-with your lovely cum.” You panted as you both stared eachother in the eyes.

You felt his cock explode and coat your womb with his load. You felt how his cum traveled its way inside you, some of it overflowing out of your twitching womb.

The room was filled with moans and pants, the room smelling of fucked out sex and the feeling of hot bodies touching each other.

Aizawa laid against you for a moment before pulling out, gaining a whimper from you and how the empty pop of his cock leaving your pussy made you shiver. He placed you in his chest, you still feeling weak and your legs still shaking. “I love you y/n.” He said, breaking the silence. He planted a kiss on your head, when he heard no sounds or reply he glanced and saw how you were peacefully sleeping on his chest, bundled up and face beautifully resting.

The next morning you woke up and next to you, Aizawa resting peacefully, arms around your waist. You kissed his nose and watched it scrunch up as he moved in his sleep. You quietly giggled while trying to escape his grasp. You went to the bathroom to clean the sticky sensation from yesterdays ‘nightly activities’.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, clean and new you traveled back to the bedroom to throw your clothes away when Aizawa’s rustling made his presence.

“Where are you going honey?” He asked groggy with his eyes still closed.

“sorry to wake you baby.” You kissed his forehead, waking up from the sudden movement of his love trying to get out of his embrace too early.

“Come back to bed.” He whined. You indulged him, laying back into his needy embrace.

He rocked you and wrestled you around and soon you both were play fighting in the bed.

“Aizawa stop that!” You playfully cried out as he tickled you. “Stop? Stop what? Oh this?” He tickled again over you. You kissed his lips and you both fell into a deep make out session. When you both break the kiss Aizawa just takes a second to watch you. Look at the love of his life. “Y/n please marry me.” He spouts. Your eyes glow as he hugs you waiting for your reply.

“Really?” You stuttered.

“Of course, you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve actually wanted to marry you since high school.” He admitted.

“Really?” You flushed, soon you two were having a conversation on how you both like each other in UA but never acted on the feeling. It was like you both were in high school again. Your heart felt fulfilled as you watched him ramble about how he was so into you and you never knew.

You cuddled up into him listening to him call you his wife.

A/N: hey y’all! Thanks to these two people who sent me a message! When I saw them I literally felt so fulfilled that I started on this last night. Sorry it took so long but it’s not done I still gotta do part 6 of Falling for a dead rose so see you then.🫡

[plague-of-insomnia]

Six-Sentence Sunday: Synchronize AU, Ch 8

I’m sadly still quite a long way off from finishing the next chapter, but I was finally able to write a little for it the other day, so here’s a small sample.

This scene is basically one in which Sebastian is having issues swallowing and Agni decides to step in, which leads Sebastian into admitting something.

Agni was always observant, and the instant he heard Sebastian coughing, he was at his side, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you having swallowing problems today?”

Sebastian couldn’t meet Agni’s eyes. “I’m fine. I just need some water.”

Agni frowned but nodded and left to get him some.

Sebastian stared at the cup in his hand, setting it on the over-bed table in front of him. He tried to swallow again and felt like he had to use his tongue and accessory neck muscles to execute it. He shut his eyes tight and swore in his mind. He was supposed to be better. He was stronger. He could sit up unsupported for a short amount of time and even transfer to his chair from bed on his own.

This felt like a slap in the face. He didn’t want to believe it. Maybe he was just tired?

“Here you go,” Agni said, offering him the cup with a straw. “I’m going to put my hand on your throat, but swallow normally.”

Sebastian acted indifferent, but he was scared. And pissed. He hesitantly took a sip of water; it felt like it took five or six swallows when it should have easily passed with only one. And he’d barely finished when he began to cough again, several times, enough that Agni took the cup away.

“You’re NPO until Dr. Albrecht clears you,” he said with authority, taking both cups away, meaning that Sebastian wouldn’t be allowed anything by mouth—not food, drink, or medicine. “I’ll give you your medication via your g-tube and go prepare a liquid meal for you once I’ve done that.”

“No,” Sebastian said, his fingers bunching in the blankets. He coughed again since it felt like the water was still stuck in his throat, even though he knew he had to be imagining it. “Please, Agni.”

Agni paused, cups in each hand, staring down at Sebastian, his face sympathetic, and yet stern. “Aspiration pneumonia is serious. This isn’t negotiable.” Basically, if Sebastian’s mouth and throat muscles were weak, it meant he couldn’t prevent food, liquid, and saliva from going down into his lungs. If that happened enough, it could lead to infection and even death.

Sebastian said nothing else as he watched Agni move, suddenly feeling crushed by despair. It had been foolish to hope, he’d known it.

But Agni made things different, somehow. As odd as it might seem, the one who’d come to care for all the needs he couldn’t attend to alone somehow made him feel more independent than he had in years.

And now . . .

“Sebastian? Are you all right? You’re breathing OK?”

Sebastian’s eyes flew from where they’d been fixed on the feeding tube supplies to those beautiful gray eyes. He wanted to be furious with Agni, as if he were to blame for Sebastian’s body betraying him, but he couldn’t bring himself to take his frustrations out on the nurse. Not now. Not after all they’d been through, how much Agni had helped him, even when he probably didn’t deserve it. “Do you have to do this?”

Agni tilted his head, assessing Sebastian. “I’ll do everything I can so you won’t be nauseous.”

That wasn’t what Sebastian meant, but he sighed and moved the blanket away, lifting his shirt to expose his abdomen, the little button that lay flush against his skin in the lower right just above where his pants waistband would be.

“I didn’t want this,” Sebastian said, watching Agni as he worked.

Agni paused what he was doing. “Sebastian?”

“The tube.”

Catch up with Synchronize by reading ch 1-7 on AO3!

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

Home from the Psych Ward

Ledger!Joker x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Joker has been in Arkham for the past month. He escaped two days ago and after the horrible treatment comes home to you sick and miserable. You nurse him back to health.

Author’s Note: Finally! I got something done. I wasn’t really sure how to end this so sorry if it just kinda ended abruptly.

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

Joker had been in Arkham for the past month and escaped just two days ago. He was at large and on the run from the cops. You were worried sick. You knew he would wait it out before he came home because he didn’t want to lead the police right to you. But that didn’t stop your anxiety from taking over. For two days you sat close by waiting for J to come home. You could not stop worrying about him. 

There was a knock at your window. Your relief finally came when you looked through the window and saw Joker perched outside. It didn’t last long though. 

“J! I was so worried about you!” You exclaimed as you helped him crawl inside. 

As soon as Joker hit the floor he collapsed. You knelt beside him in a panic. He wasn’t wearing his makeup so you could see how pale and gaunt he looked. His face was twisted in pain. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” You asked him.

“No. They had me drugged up pretty good last week. I think I’m, uh, getting sick. Most of that shit doesn’t react well with my stomach.” 

“What hurts?” 

“Everything.” Joker chuckled softly.

You nodded half heartedly and tried to figure out what to do. You decided it was best to move him somewhere comfortable. You helped him stand up and shuffled him over to the couch. Joker laid down and propped his head up with the pillow.

You felt his forehead. He was burning up. You went into the bathroom and emerged with a thermometer in hand. 

“J, I’m going to take your temperature, okay?” 

Joker smirked. “Ooh. I’d be happy to drop my pants, doll.”

You were glad to see his sense of humor wasn’t affected.

“Um, no. I’m good. Here, open up.”

Joker opened his mouth and you stuck it under his tongue. When it beeped you read the number and gasped. It was a high fever of 101. You rushed back to the bathroom and took a washcloth from one of the drawers. You soaked it in cold water and grabbed some ibuprofen from your medicine cabinet.

When you returned, you laid the cloth over his forehead.

“It’s a pretty high fever, J. You need to take something to bring it down.” You told him as you started to open the pill bottle and shake two into your hand.

Joker put his hand up to stop you.

“No. No more pills, bunny. I’ve had them crammed down my throat for the past month. I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“J, you don’t mess around with a fever. You need to take this. It’ll be fine I promise.”

Joker sighed and reluctantly took the pills with a sip of water from the bottle you had on the coffee table. He cringed as he swallowed. You felt a pang of guilt. Arkham must’ve been really bad this time. But you couldn’t let the fever linger.

“I’m sorry honey but see, that wasn’t so bad.”

“S’okay bunny. I’ll live.” J said with a weak smile.

“How long have you felt sick?”

“Uhh, the day after I busted out of the joint.”

“What was going on?”

“My head was spinning and my stomach was in knots. I thought it was just the after effects of the drugs though. Then I, uh, threw up a few times.”

“Are you still nauseous?” 

“Yeah.” Joker said with a yawn.

You could tell he was getting sleepy. Maybe a rest would do him some good. 

“Do you wanna go to bed?” 

“Yeah. I’ll just stay here. I don’t feel like movin’. Can you help me out of my suit?” 

You nodded and helped him undress into just his boxers and socks. One of the many  things you would never understand about him was wearing socks to bed. Sometimes he got too hot for them but usually he left them on. 

You laid a blanket over him and kissed him goodnight.

…

You woke up in the middle of the night to your bathroom light on. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, annoyed at Joker for waking you up. You got up to fuss at him but before you could, you heard gagging and coughing. 

J was throwing up and it sounded awful. 

You opened the door and knelt beside him. Joker glanced over his shoulder at you but felt another wave of nausea and retched again. You rubbed his back and held his hair as he vomited. 

Joker tried to sit up but got dizzy and fell back into your arms. He panted. You grabbed a towel and wiped his face. He tried to reach up to flush the toilet but missed so you did it for him. You guessed he was done.

“M’fine, bunny. Go back to bed.” Joker mumbled.

You shook your head. “No. I’m not leaving you. You can’t even sit up without falling.” 

Joker swatted you away and tried to stand up. His legs gave way and he fell backwards right on top of you. Your protective instincts were now in full swing.

“Okay that’s it. You’re coming to bed with me. I don’t feel right leaving you alone.” You said as you helped him up.

You both staggered back into the bedroom. J was practically growling to himself. He hated feeling so helpless.

“You can get over it, mister. You’re sick so I’m taking care of you. Simple as that.” You said sternly.

Joker rolled his eyes. “Whatever, bunny.” 

He laid down on the bed as you went around, picked up the comforter off the floor, and laid it over him.

“Does your stomach hurt?” You asked.

Joker nodded sleepily.

“Do you want a heating pad?”

He nodded again.

You went into the kitchen and found one of your heating pads in a drawer. Then you put it in the microwave for a few minutes and brought it back to J. He took it gratefully and placed it on his abdomen. Once you crawled back into bed, he snuggled close to you and began to doze off. You went back to sleep as soon as you heard his light snores. 

…

You woke up the next morning before J did so you could make him breakfast. He hadn’t been properly fed in a while and you wanted to spoil him.

You got dressed and went into the kitchen. You knew you couldn’t make food that was too greasy because of the condition J’s stomach was in. The poor thing could only handle so much.

So you decided on making him a bowl of fruit loops (his favorite cereal), toast with strawberry jelly, and a glass of orange juice. You put everything on a tray and brought it to the bedroom.

Joker was still asleep when you came in. You sat the tray down on the nightstand and nudged his shoulder. He jumped a little, a common thing he did when startled awake, and opened his eyes.

“Oh hey, y/n.” He said with a yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead. Feeling any better?” 

“Eh. A little. My head still hurts.”

You put your hand to his forehead.

“Well, your fever’s gone down. Do you think you can handle food right now?”

J nodded. He sat up against the headboard and you carefully handed him the tray. You turned on the TV while he ate, keeping the volume low. Munching on those fruit loops, he looked like a kid watching Saturday morning cartoons. It made you smile. 

Then the worry came circling back.

“J, what did they do to you?” You asked, rubbing circles into his palm with your thumb.

“Nothing they haven’t done before. Like I said, this time around they had me sedated for the majority of the day and kept me tied to the bed. I just laid around the whole time I was there.”

“You didn’t do anything else? You just laid in bed all day?”

“Yeah. I mean, I got up to use the bathroom and sat up to eat but that’s it.”

“You didn’t leave your room or go outside…”

Joker wheezed out a laugh. “It isn’t preschool, y/n. My cell’s in a high security ward. There is no leaving. Unless I need medical attention or the doctor decides for some odd reason that I need to have therapy in their office instead of my cell. I hate when that happens.” 

“I’m sorry, honey.” You mumbled and you buried your head in his chest.

Joker ruffled your hair. “S’okay, bunny. I’m fine. Now get off of me before you get sick.” 

You just smiled and held him tighter. 

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Hey!

Don't feel bad, the hurricane had came on us too. It happens to everyone. I had phone turned off due to being unable to charge it without power.

Anyway, we are heading in for the Halloween season and I wonder if I could request this if you're not busy with anything else.

Can you do a smut with a yandere zombie greaser x survivor fem reader?

Got this idea from the renewed video game, Lollipop chainsaw repop if you hadn't played it before.

A/N: Sure!

TW: Smut, infection, biting, brattiness, dubcon(just because of the whole virus thing)

The zombie apocalypse, or rather, the infection apocalypse has been the worst moment of your life. Thousands of zombies wander outside, and you're stuck inside with your three-year supply of food. The local news has gone silent, and all you've heard from the national news is that the military will move in in a couple of days, exterminating the zombies roaming around, and then curing the ones that aren't too far gone. All you have to do is survive tonight, and you'll be free by tomorrow afternoon.

Unfortunately, when you wake up this morning, you feel different. You feel cold and sluggish, and your mouth feels extremely dry. Everything about moving and operating your body feels hard. You force yourself out of bed, and when you look in the mirror, you discover a horrifying sight. You're infected. The black veins have already spread to your face. You're in the last stage of infection before you become the monsters outside.

Tears flow from your eyes and you fall to the ground. You were so close to freedom. So close to moving on. So close to surviving. Now it's all over. You crawl to your supply of medicine and pop an Alieve, antibiotics, Tamiflu, and some multivitamins. You pour some Liquid I.V. packets into a bottle of water, then sipping it. You don't know if it will help, but it might give your body a fighting chance. But just for good measure, you tie your non-dominant to the closet door knob and stare at yourself in the mirror. Hopefully, when you wake up, the military will be there to either put you out of your misery or save you.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Darling."

You open your eyes and there's a zombie standing in front of you. His skin is pale, eyes still have color, and his hair is slicked back like a greaser from the 50s.

"Darling, you ok? Who did this to you?" He asks, touching your hand.

Your dominant hand swings the knife at him, slicing his cheek real good. His wound heals instantly, and he growls.

"Ha, listen here, toots. I didn't infect you just to only be paid back in blood," He says, tossing the knife to the other side of the room. "Now take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You're not like the others outside partially because of your own efforts, and because you got infected by me."

For the first time, you see yourself in the mirror since taking the pills. Black veins only stopped on your mouth and ears. The rest of your face was ok. You were ok. You are going to be ok. Tears fall down your eyes, and your devoted zombie licks them off of you.

"How? How did you infect me? I don't remember seeing you anywhere," You say, looking at the zombie.

"It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out the code for your door. All I did was use your toothbrush, then I let you do the rest of the work," The zombie explains, irritating you.

"I would've preferred if you bit me in my sleep," You deadpan, realizing you got infected in such a lame way.

"I think I can arrange that," The zombie says, kissing your lips, then biting your lips. "The name's Brody, by the way."

You feel so close to him, even though you've never seen him your entire life. It feels like your entire being wants to never leave him. You want to-no- you need to follow him your entire life. He's your creator, he made you this way. He's your leader. Feeling all these things made you uncomfortable.

"Aww, don't be so upset. That's just the small amount of virus in your brain. It's telling you to submit to me and never leave the one who infected you. Why do you think there are so many hoards of them outside?" Brody states, carrying you in his arms. "You do want to submit to me, right? I've been keeping away zombies from your door, and protecting you during your excursions. You could at least pay me back."

"Ok, I'll pay you back," You say, letting him place you on the bed. "What do you want?"

"Hmm, how about a couple more smooches, a little fun to satisfy my other appetite, and some of your medical supplies?" Brody suggests, seeing you look at his crotch. "But I suppose we could do two of things at once."

He kisses you, savoring the spit going into his mouth. You start to undress him and vice versa, soon enough you're both left naked. You stare at his cock, amazed at the fact it looks normal. There are no black veins, no signs of infection anywhere.

"What? Never seen a cock this beautiful?" Brody teases, waving it in front of your face.

"You smell so good," You moan, losing yourself for a moment. "Eep! I'm so sorry! That just came out, I didn't mean to say-"

"Don't worry about it. You smell really good too. Look good too," Brody comments, looking at your fit body. "You took good care of yourself during the apocalypse."

You giggle, pulling him towards you. Brody kisses your neck and makes his way down. Just as he licks your pussy, you pull his head up.

"Straight to fucking," You demand, looking at him mischievously.

Brody sits up, making himself a seat for you.

"Wow, someone's personality is really showing through. Well come on and have a seat," Brody says, stroking his cock as you crawl over to him and straddle his lap. "I'm to rock your infected world."

He suddenly moves your hips down, causing his cock to go into your pussy. You look at him struggle to not moan, and start moving your hips up and down.

"Darling, stop it. You're not playing fair," Brody whines, putting both hands on your hips and trying to control your movements.

"So? You didn't play fair when you infected me using a toothbrush," You retort, moving faster. "It would've been more dignified if you bit me."

Brody throws his head back in pleasure, and you enjoy your body torturing him like this. When Brody regains some control of himself, he looks at your neck. You start to move faster, goading him some more. Brody kisses your neck, then gently bites it sending waves of ecstasy through your whole body.

"Ah!" You moan, your back arching backward as he holds onto you. "Wait, no fair!"

"Sorry, toots. I get to be in control now," Brody laughs, gently tapping your cheek and kissing it. "Now, you're not going to move your little hips unless my hands do it, ok?"

"Yes," You moan, letting Brody slow down your pace, and delay your release.

"There we go, nice and slow. Can't have you getting too excited," Brody says, enjoying the sight of your bouncy ass.

"Please go back to the pace I was at. I was so close," You whine, trying to move your hips faster.

"Bad girl!" Brody scolds, slapping your ass. "Now then, since you want to be like that, I'll have to keep you busy. Hands and arms around my neck now. We're doing it my way."

"Yes, Brody," You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Good girl, see how easy that was," Brody coos, kissing your lips. "Now keep them there until you cum, ok?"

Brody starts to move your hips faster and you struggle to keep your arms around him. You start whimpering as your pussy practically starts to milk his cock. Brody starts to lose himself, and his eyes start to lose color. He's biting his bottom lip so hard blood is spilling out.

"Please, please, please, go faster!" You whine, licking his blood from his lips, pushing him over the edge.

He starts to maneuver your hips extremely fast, and you're both lost in pleasure. Your ass tightens up and you tell him you're cumming.

"Brody, I'm about to cum-ah!" You moan, orgasming on his dick.

"Me too, toots," Brody moans, holding you tighter as he shoots his load into you. "Wow, you were great."

"Same to you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brody stays with you until the military comes, and when they enter the room, you're both injected with a syringe getting rid of all the black veins. You're taken to a facility with the rest of the cured, and the two of you stay together. His bite mark on your neck like a sick hickey.

"So how did you get infected?" You ask, walking with Brody down the hospital hallway.

"In an even more lame and embarrassing way than yours. I got bit by a mosquito that had drunk a zombie's blood," Brody says, his classic black biker jacket around your shoulders.

You laugh and he teasingly slaps your ass.

"Now I know why you chose to infect me with a toothbrush. You had to share the embarrassment with someone," You snicker, making Brody roll his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess. But as far as everyone else knows, you were bitten by me, and I got infected by drinking contaminated water," Brody says, letting you put his head on your shoulder.

"I think I can live with that."

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 2

Pairing: Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: nudity, vague medicine

Red Menace

It took the better part of an hour to drag your new friend to the spring and another good chunk of time to tug him out of his clothes. Wet clothes were a pain in the ass to deal with in the first place, but this guy seemed to be wearing everything in a size too small, which made it worse. The clothes were now laid out in the sun, post-rinse in the spring. After exerting yourself, you felt your stomach cramp. Well... I can't do anything on an empty stomach. Fishing around in your pile of goodies, you felt the strap of the goggles you had found. Shrugging, you threw them over your head. They thumped against your chest, too big to stay on top of your head. Fishing around some more, you found one of the jars. Cracking it open, you gave Blondie a brief once-over to triage the situation. You gave the jar's contents a cautionary sniff. Oh! Spiced peaches. What a treat! Slurping back a few slices straight from the jar, you put your hand on your hip and contemplated the next step. You wiped your mouth on your shoulder before kneeling down.

Luckily, most of Blondie's injuries seemed shallow, but there was a gash in his thigh and he definitely had a head laceration. Idly, you hoped that he didn't have a skull fracture under that lac. The guy had barely twitched or made any indication he was alive. A quick look at his pupils and a cursory cranial groping gave you some relief that it was just a flesh wound. Pressing your knuckles against his sternum and rubbing earned you a grimace and a groan from him. "Hey... there you are, pal. That's great." You patted his chest. There was a sound of tearing fabric as you sacrificed a piece of your shirt to make a rag. Being in saltwater for however long definitely helped keep the wounds clean but the sand from the beach and the dirt that you may or may not have dragged him through were not exactly infection prevention. It didn't take long to clean away the dried blood and grime. Actually, it seemed like he was in better shape than you initially thought, just the two main injuries and a series of random scrapes and bruises. He probably did lose a good bit of blood though, hence his current state. 

You hummed to yourself, pleased with the progress. It was strange. This feeling of giddiness. Certainly, it was because of this shake-up in your miserable island life, but it was an unfamiliar feeling nonetheless. Honestly, you didn't remember the last time you felt even a sliver of hope. How sad. It was a bit preemptive to get excited about anything. What if no one was coming for him? What if they were but they didn't want to help you? What if he died? What if he lived and murdered her? He can fucking try. That made you laugh a little. But you supposed that was really what hope was about in the first place, the potential that something good could happen. At the very least, you could be stuck here together. Maybe he was friendly. He's sure not bad to look at.

With your good eye, you appraised your work. Unfortunately, you didn't have any supplies to properly stitch Blondie up and the rag tied around his wound would have to work until you could make a trip to snag your kit. "Fantastic news, Mini. My memory has been refreshed in the dicknballs department," you mumbled, draping a leaf over him to protect his dignity. "Can you watch him for a minute while I get my things?" You looked expectantly towards a mound of brush. "Come on. Stop ignoring me. I know you're there." Sighing, "Look, I will share my peaches with you. I'm sorry I ate your melon." You stood up to leave. Mini was fairly reliable, except when you made her mad. She would probably still do what you asked this time since she was most likely just as curious about the island's newest inhabitant. His clothes will probably be dry once I get him patched up too. 

It took a little too long for you to notice that the birds had gotten quiet. You were already at a disadvantage, having only one eye, and you could never use observation haki, not to mention you had been fairly pre-occupied. There was a pressure against your throat that dragged you backwards. Your hands reflexively tried to pry the...the goggles? away from your neck. What the fuck? 

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? KILLER."

The words deafened you. At the same time, the wind was knocked out of you and your feet were no longer touching the ground. Wood scratched the back of your legs. The tightness around your neck increased. Your vision probably would have been doubled for a second if it was physically possible. A few seconds went by before you realized your situation. An ogre held you by the neck against a tree. 

"ARE YOU DEAF? I ASKED A QUESTION."

"If I was deaf, how would I hear you a second time?" You rasped. You may not be used to being happy or giddy, but fighting and being a total asshole was second nature. "I'm- not- a killer." It was the truth in this instance only. It was a mistake to only have one hand on you. He probably didn't expect it. The balls were everyone's disarming go-to. You kicked him as hard as you could straight in the throat. He held you high enough that it was an easy target. Instantly, you hit the floor and assumed a fighting position, removing the goggles around your neck so he couldn't get you however he got you in the first place. 

He was on his hands and knees coughing. Not an ogre, but a sopping wet beast. He must have washed up in a separate place and moved before I got around to it. For the first time, you took in the man before you. You'd seen hundreds of wanted posters. "Oh, what the fuck? You're Eustass 'Captain' Kid." Which means... "Killer"... Blondie is Massacre Soldier Killer. 

Next

[zzzykiek]

"Play it Sweet"

2P!Alastor x fem!OC reader

Current chapter is SFW but future chapters will not be so minors please DNI

*please don't repost or share without credit thank you!*

Chapter 1 - Doodled a Demon

The argument was the same every time. “It will corrupt the children!”Blah, blah, blah. Another round of bans for your library. 

“Just because it is here doesn't mean they will or have to read it,” your voice went a little louder than you planned. 

They continued arguing, completely ignoring you. No longer able to control your anger, you stiffened, breaking your pencil in the process. Your attention was drawn to the symbols you had been absentmindedly drawing, and then to the trickle of blood streaming from the prick you had inflected right before the meeting. Low blood sugar mixed with this idiotic group was not a good combo. You stood and headed for the break room. You halted as you heard moaning… (WTF who the hell…)

You rounded the corner and heard a yip as you registered the blue figure under the break room table, doughnut in hand, white cream dripping from his mouth. 

“Aww, don't tell me you took the last headlight doughnut” you spoke softly seeing the almost-scared look in the piercing blue eyes of the young man. Internally you knew what he was, but you always loved to play with the entities you summoned; it was the best way to get a feel for their power and personality. His eyes scanned your frame as a little pink hue graced his cheeks (how cute….).

“I-I, I’m Sorry,,, they smelled so sw-sweet I-I couldn't resist,” his timid, soft, yet slightly static filled voice caused a slight shiver you failed to control. Hopefully, the being in front of you didn't notice. 

You gently plopped yourself under the table next to him, causing him to gasp softly as your body settled against his. He had to be fairly tall, as his legs were scrunched up against him but his feet still stuck out from the table edge. You had a good couple of inches to spare from yours and his knees sat higher. Next move planned— that bit of cream was still at the corner of his mouth— you took a moment to take in his form; height accounted for, you noted his attire, blue and white fitted pinstripe suit. He was so thin (maybe you should let him finish that doughnut) and so pale his skin was almost white, which was curious, as most other entities looked like they were made of soot or fire. You couldn't deny he was the most attractive hell spawn you had yet managed to conjure. Soft-looking white-tipped blue hair and droopy ears were punctuated with small white antlers. 

“Oh deer,” you gently placed your hand under his chin and were surprised as he sighed and leaned into it. “Can't let that go to waste.” A soft moan escaped him as your thumb brushed his lower lip and swiped the cream from his mouth. You winked as you licked your finger, not prepared that his eyes could get any bigger or bluer. They were glowing now, and you could feel he was shaking slightly. 

You retrieved your notebook from beside you, “I suppose I should thank you for answering my call, though for once I didn't plan this one.” You laughed showing the page of doodles that had served as his invitation. 

His mouth moved for a few beats, but no words came out; he took a deep breath and reached in his coat pocket pulling out something small and yellow, before throwing it in his mouth (do demons need medicine?) Another deep breath and the tremors radiating from his body stopped.

“Well you had to have some need….. f -for assistance for you to call me here” 

“What if I just wanted some company” you teased leaning toward him. His body shivered. (So he liked that idea)

“I-I-I I would be willing to answer a call like..” his face flushed pink as his eyes scanned your face and dropped for a second to the neckline of your dress. He snapped his gaze back to your eyes, releasing the next word in a breathy sigh, "That…..b-b-but it takes more intention than com-com-company to call me forth.” You couldn't help but notice his free hand making a come hither motion as he stumbled over the same syllable. You failed to hide the smirk on your face, and your reaction made him go slightly rigid, his face turning red, emitting an almost purple aura as the blush mixed with the glow from his blue eyes. 

You chuckled, “I suppose that aspect will be a bonus to our arrangement. My intentions were driven by anger from the meeting I was trapped in. Should technically still be in there, but they don't listen to me anyway. Hence the unconscious request for assistance. First time I've doodled a demon to earth.” You met his eyes, eager to see his reaction to you calling him out. 

To your surprise, he actually relaxed some at your admittance to summoning him. “So you know, w-w-what I am..?"

“If I didn't, I would have ran away positively spooked by the deer man with a commanding aura under the table…. No matter how cute he was.” You brought your hand up to his very rosy cheek, but before you made contact you heard the meeting room doors open. 

“Shit! Please tell me you have a human disguise.”

Notes------

2P Alastor originates from the folllowing

https://anic-mj.tumblr.com/post/627521842542936064/2palastorblueberry/amp