#and they laugh even louder to be heard over the storm

[iron-sparrow]

Those new eyes look to me born desire to live free ♪

I'll show you how to dance in rain stretch your arms out like planes ♪

Know you hold this heart of mine bend but do not break ⸺ don't miss the habits that you shake Dance in rain ♪

ft. @ahollowgrave

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

barrys little sister!reader x rafe, she’s naive, innocent, a bit dumb.

You sat on the chair in front of your desk, looking into your vanity mirror with focused eyes as you applied your lip gloss.

You pocketed it after, your eyebrows furrowed when you heard a knock on the door. Your brother was still selling, and he had always had specific instructions to not open the door when he’s not home.

You jumped when the person began banging now, shouting Barry’s name. You were torn, not sure whether or not to disobey your brother.

He shouted even louder, making you sigh and stand up. What’s the worst that could happen? You went over to the door, opening it so there was a crack.

“Hello?” You murmured, peeking through the crack of the door.

“Is he here?” The man asked, his voice urgent. You opened the door wider now, shaking your head at him.

His eyes widened when you opened the door. You were dressed in a pink juicy jacket, your lacy bra peeking out under along with miss me jeans, all things you had luckily found at some garage sale nearby.

And Jesus, if you weren’t the most precious thing he’s ever set his eyes on.

He stammered as he mumbled out an apology, beginning to walk away before you said something.

“Wait, sir!” You spoke, remembering how he also would never want to lose a customer, especially not because of you.

“Yeah?” He turned around.

“Are you- a friend of his, or something?”

He paused. “Something like that, yeah…” he said, his hands scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if you stay here, just until he comes back. He’s out with some other guy right now.” You said with a small shrug, a smile on your face.

It’s as if you were a siren, because he didn’t know why, but he found himself drifting closer to you, shutting the door as he followed you inside.

“You want… coffee or something? Water?” You asked him as you went over to the counter, grabbing some chocolate milk from the fridge and pouring it into the cup.

“Uh.. no- no thanks.” He said, his hands on his knees as he sat on the couch.

You sat onto the other one, not noticing his staring while you drunk the chocolate milk.

“Uhm… if you don’t mind me asking, I’ve never seen you here before, and I know he never lets his girls stay-“

“Ew! No, no, no.” You quickly protested before he could finish, almost spitting out your drink. “I’m his sister.” You said with a giggle, his cheeks turned a light pink.

“Shit- ‘f course. I’m sorry.” He said with a quiet laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay. I live here, but usually I’m just in my room, and he tells me not to come out when people come over.”

“He never.. mentioned he had a sister. And he definitely didn’t mention he had one who was as pretty as you.” He spoke, his attempt at flirting clearly working when he saw your eyes widen and a small smile spreading across your face.

There was the sound of a motorcycle outside, stepping up to the trailer and going to unlock the door when he finds out it’s already open.

Barry furrowed his eyebrows when he opened the door to see you and Rafe fucking Cameron sitting there.

“The fuck is he doing in here? And what did I tell you about leaving this damn door unlocked? What the hell, y/n?” He said, voice booming.

You looked at him. “I’m sorry! He was banging on the door, and I was trying to do my hair. I can’t do that with all that noise!”

Barry sighed, shaking his head before waving his hand.

“Whatever, just- just go back in the fuckin’ room.” He said, making you huff and storm into the room.

“You never mentioned you had a sister.” Rafe spoke.

“I didn’t for a reason, country club.” Barry mumbled out when he noticed Rafe’s staring , already pulling out a bag full of the white powder.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

A few days later, you were walking around the trailer park, simply saying hello and enjoying the nice weather. Rafe came up, presumably going to Barry. But you stopped him.

“Hey, Rafe!” You said with a smile again.

“Hey, sweetheart. He not here again?” He asked, nodding to the trailer..

“No. Out again. I’m so bored. That’s why I’m out here.”

“How long is he gonna be out?”

“I dunno… but he said he’d be a while.” You said with a shrug.

“It’s too late for a girl like yourself to be outside, you know? I think he would want me to bring you back inside.”

You sighed. “He would say the exact same thing.” You told Rafe with a pout, he just chuckled and put a hand on the small of your back, leading you back to your trailer.

“Uh, I should get going, I guess..” he told you, standing in front of the door now. You watched him begin to leave before you spoke again.

“Wait!” You said, stopping him like you did a few days before.

He turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

“Stay and keep me company? I think he wouldn’t want you leaving his little sister all alone.”

A grin making its way onto his face, he nodded. His plan was working.

Rafe and you sat back on the couch now, your legs propped up on the couch as you switched through the cable channels.

Rafe watched your every move with hungry eyes. He knew he needed to have you, and he would.

[wonderjanga]

WIP

“Here we are at the ruins of one of Dr. Thaddeus Sivana’s laboratories. After a massive electrical explosion was reported to the police. So far, there have been no reported casualties. Everyone in the building during the time of explosion are now safe and in custody, including Thaddeus Sivana, injuries ranging from major to minor. They’ll be interviewed at a later time. The cause of the electricity explosion is unknown. It’s unclear whether Captain Marvel was the source of the explosion as he wasn’t sighted in the area. Any new updates will be reported immed-” She cut herself off, her hand moving to her earpiece. After a few moments of silence, she looked back at the camera. “It appears footage has been recovered from the lab. We’ll play that now.”

The camera cuts to the somewhat grainy footage of a hallway. Then, Captain Marvel bursts through a wall causing nearby guards to be flung back. The man looked positively pissed. When more guards came barreling down the hallway, he reared his hand back and threw a lightning bolt at them using what looked like full force. He then stormed down the hallway, stepping over the guards spasming on the hallway floor.

“Sivana!” He yelled, looking more furious in this one moment than any of the other times civilians, heroes, or villains had ever seen. The cameras switched, following him throughout the facility as he tore up the place looking for the mad scientist. He stomped around some more before being met with a giant robot. He grit his teeth looking feral as he stepped forward and decided to ram himself into robot taking its torso with him and using it to tear down walls as he continued on his way. At some point, he abandoned the torso and took to flying. He went so fast it shattered any glass he passed by, also consequently taking out the cameras as well. Now, all the people were left with was the audio. After 4 straight minutes of Marvel tearing the entire place up, he finally found Sivana.

Some more tussling ensues and then the viewers finally hear one of them speak. “The champion, reduced to a state like this? If you aren’t careful wrath might take you over,” Sivana mocked.

“I’m not worried about that,” Marvel said, and more tussling could be heard.

Sivana spoke up again, his voice strained as if being suffocated, “How can you be so sure?” The scientist laughed derisively, “Heh heh heh… You are trying to kill me after all.”

There’s silence for a moment. “Kill you?” He asked, there was the slightest hint of humor in his voice. “Dude, I’m not going to kill you. You’re not worth it. Not only that, but it’s unherolike.”

“Then why is your boot on my throat…?”

“I have to keep you down somehow.” Marvel said dismissively. They, along with everyone tuning into the broadcast knew it was a flimsy excuse.

“What makes you think I’m not worth it, Cheese?” Sivana griped.

Another bout of silence.

“Sivana,” He started, “You’re a nuisance at best, a thorn in my side at worst. Why would you even think you’re worth it?” Captain Marvel sounded so cold in that one moment. “Well, anyways.” He switched back to his usual more lighthearted tone. “I’m going to destroy this place. You don’t mind, right?” A faint sound of electricity buzzing started and it seemed to start growing louder and louder until a loud burst and the audio cut off.

[urfavleo777]

warnings: oral (f&m receiving), mommy kink, smut, smut, smut.

in which colby is afraid of thunderstorms and y/n is trying her best to help him relieve stress.

With a quiet sigh, you walked away from the desk where you had spent the last two hours, wasting the evening to watch a movie with the love of your life.

As you pulled up your chair and turned on your heel, your attention was caught by Colby with his head on the pillow. With his eyes closed and his raven hair creating a mess on his head, he had probably drifted off to sleep long ago. He was breathing steadily, and his presence didn't draw any attention to him at all. You smiled, staring at the image of the man you loved, and after a while you felt sorry. You promised him that you would spend the evening together, but you were more absorbed in your studies than you expected.

You took an empty spot on the bed and moved closer to him as quietly as possible so as not to wake him from his sleep. You carefully examined the features of his perfectly sculpted face. A pair of ocean eyes, a sharp and pointed noise, a strong and defined jaw, and carnation pink lips-those were the words that could describe him. From a third-person point of view, you could be perceived as a damn stalker. You refrained from kissing his slightly parted lips. Instead, you lifted your hand and caressed his face gently before running it through his hair.

The rain gently bounced onto the rooftop and the wind gently swayed the trees surrounding your home, creating some sort of a whistle sound as you laid in Colby's arms. Though you enjoyed the sounds of the storm outside, you knew it would only be a matter of time before your boy would wake up from the noise he always feared.

You rolled over towards your boyfriend and laid your head on his chest and threw your leg across his waist. You felt him run his hand up your thigh and stop right below your butt.

Colby shifted, taking a deep breath. You smiled at the sight of his dreamy, half-sleep face. Maybe he still felt like he was in a dream.

You removed your hand from his hair. A small look of dissatisfaction crossed his face. You heard the wind howling outside and the loud crack of thunder.

"Y/n?" He called out, as the wind got louder. "Don't stop, please." He purred with eyes closed, his voice more adorable than ever.

"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up." You whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"It's okay," he mumbled as he turned to face you. "I missed you."

"Baby, I was right there." You laughed, going back to stroking his hair, which relieved his stress from loud sounds outside.

"I know, but you were busy studying. I'm sorry I fell asleep. I hate storms so much." His voice was deeper than normal, and God, it sounded so good on him. You placed a kiss on his bare chest and he rolled over so he was on top of you.

Another sound of thunder, louder than usual, made Colby flinch. He immediately buried his head in your neck and you grabbed his waist, bringing him as close to you as possible.

"My poor little boy is afraid of thunderstorms. Need someone to relax?"

"Yes, you." He nodded, continuing to caress you.

His kisses traveled down to your jawline where he placed kisses along it. His hands found their way to the bottom of your nightgown. Well, it wasn't really yours, more like his shirt that you now had to wear. You know he loves seeing you in his shirts, so you wear them to bed all the time.

He scrunched up the fabric until it reached right below your bare breasts. He placed lazy open mouth kisses along your stomach until he reached the top of your underwear. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs. "I've barely touched you and you're already so wet" he said smirking at you. His voice was still pretty deep and groggy and you loved it. "You like that?" you asked, and he nodded hazily. "Good, 'm gonna fuck your mouth with it, love".

He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you moan. He took that as a cue and licked all the way to the tip. He started swirling his tongue around your clit, making you moan. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair. He moved down and inserted his tongue into your entrance.

You weren't usually a vocal person, but it had been so long since you and Colby had done something together and it felt so good. He removed his tongue but quickly replaced it with his fingers and began to slide your tongue in and out. He moved up and pressed his lips against yours.

"What do you need me to do, hm?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. He began to kiss you again and you could feel his hard clothed member press against your bare thigh.

"Need you t'fuck me, mommy," Colby said obediently, sniffling as he looked back at you from his position. His pretty face was tear streaked, and his eyes were shiny with tears as he cried for you. "I've been so good, please," he begged shamelessly, his lip quivering. Colby's mind was focused solely on you, how pretty you were, how your touch felt.

He had wanted you for so long. And now he had you.

"On your back," you demanded softly, toppling him onto the broad back, "I want to taste you."

"If you do that, I’m afraid I won’t last." His breathing was coming out in ragged pants as you slid between his spread thighs. Colby watched with rapt attention, enjoying how your breasts swayed as you moved to lay flat on your belly.

"That’s alright," you assured, tongue darting out to lap at the seam beneath the head. And he moaned, such glorious music cutting straight to your core. What a symphony every groan and whimper was, even as you continued to tease with short licks and kisses. "I want you to come undone in my mouth."

"Get on with it, please." His hips thrust upwards, tip pressing past the barrier of your lips before you complied with his wishes. Hollowing your cheeks, you sank upon all that could be fit into your mouth as a warm fist enveloped the rest. His heady musk invaded your senses, cock twitching on your tongue, practically begging you to move. "Oh, fuck."

Colby’s deep bellow had been enough to spur you into a fervor, bobbing hungrily as his back arched off the mattress. Lithe fingers knotted in your hair, holding you still as he began to frantically fuck your throat. Pumping, striving, chasing that release while he imagined you bouncing atop him. He felt like he was on fire.

"I love you," he muttered between ragged breathing as you struggled to breathe out of your nose. "I love you so much, mommy."

Then the dam broke as he came down your throat, twitching and spasming until he was still against your tongue. Swallowing all of the seed that was earned, you broke away and began to clean his softening length before snaking up to curl upon that delightfully broad chest. "Good boy."

[saberlight1]

nurturing — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, death, trauma, sickness, established relationship, reader is also a gunslinger, Y/N usage, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: yes i love this man so bad. him in billy the kid deadass altered my brain chemistry lmao. this fic is based off of this request— please, continue to send me your ideas and whatnot, i love reading them! i hope you enjoy <3

masterlist

When you woke up, that unusual ringing in your ears, that pounding in your head, and the scratchiness of your throat— you knew you had fallen ill. One of the boys in the gang, or hell, maybe even someone you had came across had given you something— you didn’t really want to know.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you pulled the covers closer to you, attempting to sleep away the sickness. You didn’t want to get up to go to the doctors nor did you have enough money to even pay one. So you did what you do best— ignoring the problem completely.

You fell back asleep easily, sleeping the day and night away completely. When your eyes first fluttered open due to the sunlight intruding on your slumber, you thought you were free from the confines of your illness, but you were mistaken.

The second you sat up, all symptoms that were now arguably worse returned within an instant, causing you to get dizzy. You crashed back down instantly, a whine leaving your lips. Your muscles ached from staying in bed all day, and you wanted a damn drink— a real one. And you wanted to see your cowboy.. so bad. But with the pounding in your head feeling just as powerful as your heartbeat, the thought of even moving made you want to throw up.

And it did— you wanted to cry as you were forced to rush to the trash can in the corner. After 5 minutes of throwing up, your stomach finally relented. You carried yourself back over to your bed, the exhaustion taking over once again.

Hours later, a soft yet powerful knock on your door woke you up with a jump. Your eyebrows knitted as you heard the knocks only get louder. Now alert and awake, you slowly reached for your gun-belt that was neatly rested on your bedside table, grabbing your loaded pistol and cocking it. You used the pistol to slightly lift up the curtain to your window— it was raining, and it was night.

No one good could be paying you a visit at this hour.

You crept over to the door, the knocks only increasing in volume. You slowly turned the handle, your gun tightly in your grip— finger ghosting over the trigger. Adrenaline and anxiety coursed through your veins, you didn’t even feel sick anymore.

The door creaked open, and you pointed the pistol at whoever was out there before you revealed your form.

“Jesus, lady.” Billy’s soft laugh hit your ears, making you lower the gun instantly, placing it on the table by the door. “Stayin’ ready, huh?”

A heavy sigh of relief left your lips as you silently walked into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder as your headache began to form again. His arms wrapped around you quickly, the tip of his hat hitting your head when he leaned down to leave a kiss on your hair.

“You alright, honey?” He whispered, still holding you. “Been wonderin’ where you were. Supposed to meet me at the stables earlier.”

You sighed, completely forgetting your plans with the man. “I’m sorry, Billy,” Your hoarse voice whispered. “I’m sick, I been asleep all day.”

His eyebrows knitted together in concern immediately, as he pushed you off his shoulder to cradle your face in his hands gently. “How bad is it?”

“Just feel like shit,” You chuckled, sending a smile to his face. “I’m okay, Billy.”

His eyes clouded with worry. “C’mon, let’s get you in— away from this storm before it gets you sicker.” He ushered you in. “You seen a doctor yet?” He asked.

“Nah, I didn’t think it would get worse, plus it’s not like I got the money to pay one. Tried to sleep it off, I felt too bad yesterday to get out of bed at all.” You responded as you went to lay down. He tucked your gun back into its holster, before he went to refill your water.

He came back a moment later, a glass of water and a wet rag in hand.

“Thank you,” You whispered as you took a sip, as he placed the wet rag on the back of your neck.

He hummed back to you, laying down next you once you put the water aside, bringing you into his arms.

“You gotta tell me when you’re sick, darlin’.” He whispered to you in the moon lit room. “Can’t loose you to somethin’ like that. Happened to me too many times.”

“I’m sorry, Billy.. I— I don’t mean to worry you.” You said, looking up at him.

“You don’t gotta apologize, baby, just tell me next time so I can come take care of you, y’know?” He smiled, a lovey smile on his lips as he bent down to leave a kiss on your nose. “What can of man would I be if I left my lady to lay sick alone?” He pinched your side slightly, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I reckon you’d be a regular ole’ cowboy.” You joked.

“Well, luckily for you, I happen to be an outlaw.” He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you— but your finger pressed into his lips stopped him. He looked at you, offended.

“I don’t want to get you sick,” You told him, your smile now more teasing.

“I don’t give a damn about some cold, baby.” He pushed your hand out the way, pressing his lips against yours in an instant, the man kissing you passionately— as if you possessed the air he so very needed. He pulled back, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. “Haven’t seen you in days, missed the feelin’ of your lips.” He muttered against your lips before connecting them again, his words sending shivers down your spine, your arms wrapping around his neck.

You felt comfort in the fact that you’d always have your outlaw to be there to make you feel better, no matter what.

[sigmasemen]

WHEN THEY GIVE YOU THEIR COAT. (1/2)

multiple blue lock characters x reader

tags: established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, short headcanons.

taglist: n/a currently.

characters: jingo raichi, meguru bachira, yo hiori, kurona ranze, sae itoshi, gin gagamaru, michael kaiser, kenyu yukimiya, alexis ness, gender neutral!reader.

word count: 2348

extra notes: reposted from my wattpad ^—^ !! older work… you cannot get me to read this shit. had to post it in multiple parts sorry y’all!!

JINGO RAICHI:

- He's definitely the sort of guy to get embarrassed that he did it. However, he'd also do it for the sweetest reason. Even if it comes at his own expense.

- Probably something simple. A sudden snow storm during your date, he realizes you're shivering as you walk home. At first, he tries just giving you his mittens but your shivering gets worse.

- "Just- Just take this." He throws his jacket over you in seconds, not making eye contact as he does it. You smiled like an idiot when he did it but he just played it off.

- You end up keeping it for a long time, and even though he's embarrassed about the story behind it, he thinks you look really nice in it. He's even got a photo of you in it that he gushes over! 

- "Gushes over" mostly internally. He tries his best to never gush aloud about you. A hard but needed challenge.

- One of his friends tease him about the jacket though (Probably Bachira) and he ends up shouting at him to stop laughing. 

- The walk of shame to Ego's office to ask for a new coat because his old one was "lost" was known amongst all teams for months.

MEGURU BACHIRA:

- Another sudden storm on your date, except you're both out of a restaurant. (McDonalds, specifically. He took you there because he knew it was gonna rain and he wanted somewhere closer to home. You ended up spending too much time fooling around on the kids area (got kicked out because you're both teenager.))

- Bachira doesn't notice at first. In fact, he's shivering himself. He loves thunder and even attempts to jump in puddles with you. 

- Even though you're cold, you try your best to focus on your lovely boyfriend's smile and how happy he seems doing this.

- And not the freezing feeling you feel in your hands and thighs.

- Except after one of his louder and harder splashes, you shiver quite intensely. 

- "Oh? Oh!" He probably looks so shocked, but immediately gets close to you and throws his jacket over the both of you. Even if a good portion of Bachira is sticking out of it, he doesn't care.

- "First one to my house wins!" And even though you made it, soaked beyond belief (mostly your lower halves from bending over/standing on tippy toes to each other) you're both more than happy.

- For a while, then you realize you're both sick the next day.

- And even though Bachira's teammates tease him for making a mess of himself and getting sick because he wanted to please someone? He smiles and laugh. "It was worth it!"

YO HIORI:

- Hiori is deemed the prettiest and one of the most "gentlemen-like" people in Blue Lock due to how nicely he treats you. This story was actually quite expected and really not a shock at all. They all sort of shrugged it off as they heard and told the others, "Yeah, not a surprise.

- It was a nice day in Blue Lock, the birds (Ego) were chirping (yelling to get to work) and everything seemed to go soundly. Until a certain coach decided that it was too warm and chose to turn up the AC as high as he could.

- So, almost immediately? You were shivering in your spot and holding onto yourself.

- Until a certain pretty boy walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder. He smiled for a second and asked if you were alright.

- "Oh! Yeah, I'll be fine." 

- Hiori pauses and smiles, then wraps his coat around you. "Does that feel better?"

- You pause, then quickly nod and tighten your grip on the zipper of it. "Thanks!"

- Almost immediately does he sit next to you. He isn't a super social person, but that's fine. You aren't one either.

- It's the rare comfortable silence you get around here.

- You fumble with the jacket in your hands, feeling at the pockets until you grasped something. You glanced up at a distracted Hiori, already staring at the corner of the room. So, you dug through your pockets and noticed something.

- "Is this 9S?" It was a small can badge.

- Hiori looked your way and gave a short laugh, "Ah, it is. It's a self indulgent purchase I made last year..." He scratched the back of his head, "Sorry about that!"

- "No! I love 9S!" Your eyes practically lit up as you leaned towards him, "His design, his character, his lore, he's so investing!"

- A pause came from Hiori, before a smile spread across his lips.

KURONA RANZE:

- Kurona is the more silently romantic type. He's not the sort of guy that'll be super PDA like, but he will do a lot of romantic things in private. Like giving you his plate, or letting you touch his shark plush. Hell, he'll even let you feel his teeth and show them off them you ask about them.

- However, the most notable experience of all with him and his private displays of affection are when you two were having a casual walk through Blue Lock. You were just discussing how you wanted to become the best strikers together and your plans for the future, then he paused.

- "Are you cold?" He pointed at the bodysuit, ignoring the fact he was in an identical one. Maybe it was because sharks were secretly warm blooded...

- "Just a bit, I'll be fine!" You smile, then resume your conversation where you had left off.

- Though Kurona was physically present for the entire thing, he seemed to have more on his mind.

- And this somehow led Kurona into your dorm late at night, dropping his jacket off at your dorm along with a note. You knew it was simple, but the small shark doodle with a thumbs up along with his slightly sloppy hand writing made you smile.

- From there on, even if it inconvenienced you, you would wear his coat constantly. During matches, in public, whenever. Every time Kurona sees you with it, it makes him nod. He doesn't smile much, but he always has a slightly less neutral expression his face and occasionally is more touchy.

SAE ITOSHI:

- Sae isn't a particularly romantic person, he only acts romantic when he's dating someone. He's significantly more subtle with his romantic actions. You have one of his jerseys? You probably took it from his locker.

- You've actually given him more of your clothes than he's given you his. He doesn't wear your clothes unless you really nag him about it. Then he'll do it just to make you smile.

- However, there are rare instances where he'll give you just a bit of attention. It's not super pampering, but he will give you his stuff. Specifically his coat if you look cold. It's rare, he does end up asking for it back, but he loans you it a lot.

- You've told him countless times he doesn't have to, but he keeps doing it.

- It's nice. Honestly? It smells just like him. It's surprisingly clean 90% of the time.

- On more often occasions, you're wearing his jersey to surprise him. He always tells you to take it off because he doesn't want it to be messed up (he trusts you, just... Not with his clothing.). He still thinks you look nice in it. 

- He gives you one of his coats and jerseys more permanently after you get married, and then has to pry his eyes away. It just makes you want to wear it all the more. 

- He has a small photo of it that you gifted him in his bottom drawer. He sometimes looks at it but hides it for the most part.

GIN GAGAMARU:

- Gagamaru has a hard time realizing when hems actually being romantic or nice. He does try really hard to make you happy and do all the romantic things in the world for you.

- However, jackets.

- He never understood why partners were so into giving each other coats because he could only imagine how the smell of the jacket would be. Not that you smelled bad, of course not. He thought you smelled great. It would just be foreign.

- However, that all changed when you first offered him your jacket. It was after a chilly day and you wanted to be romantic, so he took it for your approval.

- He wore it for a few days without complaint. He even asked Isagi to wash it a few times. It was a lot different than he'd thought. It was like carrying a bit of you around everywhere you went. Like he had your arms constantly around you. A constant memory of you in his mind, no matter what he was doing.

- He took a lot longer than necessary to give it back, but he gave it back when you needed it again since you were cold.

- You even when he did it, "Isn't this my jacket?"

- "I thought we were sharing it now." He reached over to pat your head gently.

- Well, you accepted pretty quickly that you were going to be sharing a jacket with Gagamaru from now on. Not like that was an issue though. You enjoyed it.

[moonsandmobilityaids]

Fraud

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: Amycus Carrow wants to prove that you can walk. Warnings: Ableism, bullying Series Masterlist

The echo of your wheels against the stone floor is a steady rhythm in your ears, emphasising the silence that fills the vast corridors. It's a quiet day at Hogwarts; the castle's usual cacophony is subdued to a hushed murmur, almost peaceful.

You're humming a little tune under your breath, the melody weaving through your thoughts like a comforting friend. The Gryffindor common room waits for you at the end of this journey, a sanctuary filled with laughter and warmth. You can already see James' eyes lighting up as he recounts his latest Quidditch manoeuvre, Sirius' infectious laugh bouncing off the ancient walls, and Remus' soft smile as he listens, content.

But before you reach the familiar portrait of the Fat Lady, you sense a change in the air, a shift that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. A presence, unseen but palpable, looms behind you, the slow, deliberate footsteps growing louder.

You stop, your heart pounding against your ribcage, and look over your shoulder.

There, standing tall and menacing, is Amycus Carrow. He's a seventh-year Slytherin, known not for academic prowess or sporting achievement, but for the cruelty that seems to radiate from him like a dark aura. His eyes are cold, devoid of empathy, and his lips curl into a sneer that sends shivers down your spine.

"Well, well," he drawls, his voice slithering through the corridor like a serpent stalking its prey. "If it isn't the Gryffindor girl who plays the perfect damsel in distress."

His footsteps draw closer, deliberate and menacing, blocking your path to freedom. Your heart pounds in your chest, a rabbit caught in a snare. He shouldn't know this. Only the boys have seen you walk, and you trust them implicitly—they wouldn't betray you.

You keep your face smooth, knowing that any sign of fear will only fuel his sadistic pleasure. "Out of my way, Carrow."

He doesn't move. Instead, he steps closer, a dark cloud casting shadow over your world. His hand twitches at his side, and you notice the wand loosely held between his fingers. The air around him feels charged, like a storm ready to break. "I've been hearing rumours. Interesting ones. That our little Gryffindor here can stand up just fine. Walk, even."

You swallow hard, a knot forming in your stomach. "I don't know what you've heard, but it's none of your business."

Carrow's smirk widens, and he twirls his wand lazily between his fingers. "Oh, I think it is my business. I don't like liars or people pretending to be something they're not. So why don't we find out the truth?"

You grip the armrests of your wheelchair, feeling the tension build in your body. You've dealt with people like him before—those who don't understand or care about the complexities of disability and see it as something to challenge. But this feels different. More dangerous.

"Let's see what happens when I remove the chair from under you," Carrow proposes, a sly grin creeping onto his face. "Perhaps your legs will remember their purpose."

Suddenly, the sensation of being lifted from the ground fills your senses. It's not right. Your body is still, yet it feels as if invisible hands are tugging at your limbs, pulling you upward. Panic seizes you, and your fingers dig into the armrests, knuckles white with strain.

"Stop!" you shout, your voice echoing off the stone walls. "You have no idea what you're doing!"

"Oh, but I think I do," Carrow retorts, the corners of his mouth twisting into a cruel smile. "I'm testing the validity of your claim. We'll see if the 'crippled' Gryffindor is as helpless as she says."

The pressure increases, insistent, and you feel your body rise ever so slightly from the chair. Your legs dangle uselessly, a stark reminder of their betrayal. You will yourself to remain calm, to think, but fear is a wildfire, spreading through your veins, consuming all rational thought.

Then you hear it—a sound that pierces through your terror. Voices, familiar and strong.

"Put her down."

It's Sirius's voice, sharp as a blade, cutting through the haze of your fear. You twist your head towards the sound, and for a moment, your heart dares to hope. There, just steps away, stand James, Remus, and Sirius, their faces twisted in anger, their wands raised and ready.

Carrow seems taken aback by the sudden interruption, his grip on your arm faltering ever so slightly. But he recovers quickly, his sneer returning as he keeps his wand trained on you. He tilts his head, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Well, well, what have we here? The brave Gryffindors come to play? I was just seeing if your little pet here is as helpless as she seems."

James is the first to move, stepping forward. His face is a mask of fury, but his voice remains steady, laced with an authority that belies his age. "Put her down, Carrow. Now."

Sirius follows suit, wand already drawn, pointed directly at the older boy. The threat in his eyes is as palpable as the magic crackling at his fingertips. "Touch her again, and you won't be walking for a long time."

Carrow's wand wavers ever so slightly, the beginnings of uncertainty creeping into the edges of his resolve. He glances from James to Sirius, then back to you, clearly weighing the risks of pressing on.

Then Remus steps up, placing himself between you and Carrow, his usual calm demeanour hardened by the situation unfolding before them. His voice cuts through the tense silence, carrying a note of danger seldom heard from the quiet Marauder. "If you want to hurt her, you'll have to get through us first."

Carrow's eyes flicker between the three of them, his grip on his wand flexing. There's a change in him, a falter that speaks more of caution than bravado. He's outnumbered, outflanked by their united front.

Before of your floating form, they stand like sentinels, each bristling with an energy that pulsates through the room. Their faces are masks of determination, hard lines and narrowed eyes speaking volumes of their readiness to defend. The air shimmers with tension, and for a moment, it seems that Carrow might push back against the tide rising against him.

Then, abruptly, the levitation spell is released, and you're falling. A gasp escapes your lips as you land heavily back in your chair, jarring your already bruised body. Carrow's wand lowers, the sneer on his face deepening into something even more unpleasant.

"Very well," he says, his voice dripping with disdain. "Keep your secrets for now. But don't think the others won't start asking questions about what you're hiding."

James steps forward, wand raised higher, his stance unyielding. There's a new hardness in his eyes, a promise of action should Carrow overstep his bounds. "Leave, Carrow. Before I make you."

Carrow's lip curls into a sneer, but he remains silent, weighing his options. He casts one last glance at you, a look that speaks volumes of unfinished business, before turning on his heel and marching down the corridor. His footsteps echo off the stone walls, a fading reminder of the threat he poses.

As soon as Carrow is out of sight, you release a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, fingers still clenching the armrests with white-knuckled force. The boys are instantly at your side—Sirius drops to his knees in front of you, hands resting lightly on your own, while James and Remus hover nearby, their concern etched into every line of their tense bodies.

"Are you all right?" Sirius's inquiry is softer now, though the anger hasn't entirely left his voice.

You give a small nod, even as your pulse continues to race. "Yes, I'm fine. He didn't... he didn't harm me."

James's fingers tighten around yours, offering silent reassurance. "We should've hexed him on the spot. The nerve of him—"

A pause hangs in the air, long and heavy, before Remus speaks again. His hand remains steady on your shoulder, but there's a flicker behind his normally calm eyes—a hint of the storm raging beneath the surface. "If he so much as looks at you wrong, we'll deal with him."

"I could have handled it," you insist, your voice barely above a whisper. You force a smile, but it wavers, unconvincing. "I just didn't want to... escalate things."

Sirius shakes his head, his hands still resting on your shoulders as if to shield you from the world outside this quiet corner. "You shouldn't be dealing with this alone, Y/N," he says, voice rough with unspoken emotion. "We're here. We've got your back, always."

James leans forward, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment—a silent promise of solidarity. His breath is warm and steady against your skin, a stark contrast to the chill that has settled in your bones. "No one has the right to treat you like that," he whispers fervently, his words laced with an anger not directed at you, but fiercely protective of you. "Especially not some bloody Slytherin."

Your lip worries between your teeth, and you glance at the three men who have formed a protective barrier around you. In their eyes, you see not only concern but also a fierce determination to keep you safe. "I didn't think it would be this bad," you admit, voice barely a whisper. "I didn't tell anyone I could walk."

Remus's gaze softens even as his brow furrows deeper. "We didn't breathe a word of it either," he assures you, his tone gentle yet firm. "Carrow must have suspected or deduced it on his own. It doesn't matter now. He won't get another chance to harm you."

Sirius rises from his chair, crossing the room in long strides until he stands before you. His hand lifts, hovering for a moment before finally settling on your cheek—a touch as light as a feather yet grounding in its familiarity. "You don't owe anyone an explanation," he says, his voice a low rumble that reverberates with the promise of protection. "Especially not him."

A lump forms in your throat, but you manage to choke out a response. "I just... I didn't want anyone to think I was pretending."

James's lips press against the top of your head, his voice a low rumble that resonates with the steadiness you've come to associate with him. "No one who matters would think that. You're not pretending. You're just being you, and that's all we could ever ask for."

Sirius nods, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, a silent pledge of solidarity. Remus continues to rub soothing circles into your back, his touch a grounding presence amid the tempest of your thoughts.

They are here—standing guard, standing with you, ready to face whatever may come. With them, you know you won't have to face it alone.

[ode2rin]

You watched the rain lash out its fury against the window. At an extent, it felt almost like looking at a mirror — from how an inner turmoil brewed inside of you reflected a rhythmic counterpoint to the storm outside. 

Nature sure does have impeccable timing, and the worst sense of humor — or could it be a cruel, mocking sympathy? You don’t know anymore, you have never been good at knowing intentions, after all.

But you had it coming, you admit.

You knew this day would come. Yet, the thing about anticipating the worst before it knocks on your door, is that it will never truly prepare you for what's waiting on the other side of that door. It never eases the dread, nor does it make fear felt less at the expense of gradual awareness. If anything, it made you restlessly on edge.

Thoughts of anguish and gloom halt at a key rattling in the lock. The door creaked open, and even with your back turned away, you knew there was only one living soul who had the rights to your home and, dare you say, your heart.

And there he was— Itoshi Rin stood there, like a ghost in his own town. He looked like a stranger in a familiar place. How could someone who lived in this place feel so foreign and appear so out of place?

You didn’t turn to greet him like you always do. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, making you clench your jaw. You heard him call you, but his words drifted across the room— lost at the deafening simmer of your anger.

He called your name once more. This time, you turned your rigid back to the kitchen, ignoring his calls. You busied yourself at the abandoned dinner at the table, poking at the now-cold food with a detached air. Physically, the clinking of silverware was the only sound besides the belligerent drumming of rain. Internally, your shattering heart was louder than the two combined. 

The clinking grew frantic as Rin approached you, each chime a hammer blow to your heart.

He stopped beside the table you aimlessly fiddled. He was so close you had a whiff of his perfume– the warm scent of wood and spices serving you a bittersweet reminder of happier evenings.

“Y/N,” he snapped, his voice sharp. Marching forward, he reached for your wrist. His grip tight, halting your movement.

The clinking stopped. Slowly, you turned to look at him by the eye. Rin almost lost his facade of indifference at the sight. Your face was a mask of controlled anger, but the storm in your eyes mirrored the one outside.

“Let go of me,” you commanded, your voice low yet firm. 

Immediately, he paid heed to your request. The hand formerly holding your wrist found its place in his hair, aggressively combing it out of frustration.

“Look,” he starts, “I said I’m sorry. What more do you want from me?”

“For you to fucking care!”

A beat of silence follows your outburst. You felt your throat burning at the whirlwind of suppressed emotions that revealed itself. You were trembling— may it be from hurt or anger, you didn’t care. At that moment, you were immersed in his insolent audacity.

More?  How dare he say more? 

“You’re sorry? That’s it? We haven’t had a decent conversation in weeks, Rin. And this,” you gestured at the table with a bitter laugh, “I spent all afternoon making it. Because today was…” you choked on the word, your voice cracking and rogue tears finally falling.

“Our anniversary,” he whispered in response, finishing your sentence.

More tears welled in your eyes, blurring the image of the colorful icing of the cake you ceased to dispose of. 

He knew what day it was. He remembered. He damn remembered. 

And yet… Oh, dear god, how could your love be so cruelly disregarded?

He had no excuse, had no shame. The abandoned dinner, the cake, it was all for him. And he’d trampled all over it. 

“I don’t want another sorry, Rin. I don’t want anything more,” you hung your head low, “All I want is my Rin. Give him back to me, please.”

Breathing heavily, you closed the distance between you two. You reached for his cheek, carefully and slowly, letting your longing take its final time. Your gaze wandered across his face — from his forehead, down to his nose, to his lips, and back to his teal orbs — you tried to search for the man who once loved you as warm and golden as the sun.

But the spark you were searching for, the warmth that once ignited in his eyes, remained absent.

You knew it then. You really had it coming. But denial was just as comfortable as your well-worn sweater. It’s warm and familiar, even if it’s riddled with holes.

But that sweater— it was time to throw it out.

And it was already time to go.

Because when you pulled him tighter, he kept drifting away; and when you whispered confessions of love, all you heard was a hollow silence.

And that’s enough to know that the love you once had— the laughter and shared dreams, were now ashes in the grave of a cold frozen wasteland.

“I love you, Rin. I love you so so much,” you whispered between his lips, a tear trailing down your cheek, “It’s ruining my life.”

note. filed under the unfinished business files xD btw, it's ttpd listening party!

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✧ 𝟬𝟰 ✧ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘁

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, pushing

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𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁

𝗙𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭

“no. now, bada. tell me now!” y/n shouted, fists clenched into balls at her sides. hot tears fell from her glaring eyes as she stared at the taller girl in front of her. bada ran a hand through her hair, trying to maintain her composure. 

there wasn’t anything that could stop the other girl’s meltdown. she knew better than that.

once the fire started, there was no way to put it out. she just had to let it burn out on its own.

the tension in the practice room was palpable, thick enough to suffocate. y/n's voice had risen to a feverish pitch, her chest heaving with every breath. her fists trembled as if they were on the brink of exploding into action. hot tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall.

bada's attempt to maintain her composure was faltering. she could feel the weight of the younger girl’s accusations pressing down on her, threatening to break her resolve. her hand, once elegantly raking through her hair, now clenched into a fist at her side, mirroring y/n's anger.

"why are we talking about this here?" bada retorted, her voice tinged with exasperation as she turned away to face the mirrored wall. she couldn't bear to look into y/n's accusing eyes any longer.

but y/n was relentless, her voice trembling with the fury of betrayal. "because i want to know. i need to fucking know. was it you?"

bada closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to find the right words. when she turned back to y/n, her expression was a mix of guilt, frustration, and fear. the storm that raged between the two dancers threatened to consume everything.

“yes, y/n,” bada finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “it was me.”

y/n's face contorted with a mixture of hurt and pure rage. she took a step toward the korean, her finger pointing accusingly. “you knew how much it meant to me, how hard i worked on it! and you just stole it, without asking, without even telling me?”

bada couldn't meet the other girl’s gaze. it was a fury brighter than the sun, and she didn’t feel like dealing with the hothead right now. she looked at her hands, as if there was anything interesting to look at there. “i was desperate, y/n. and we worked on part of it together so i thought i could make it work for the group.” she explained as calmly as possible.

the american clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “desperate? that's your excuse?! you think that justifies what you did?!” her voice raised even louder, disbelief ever evident in her tone.

“i had the company on my back! what did you think they were going to do? give me more time?” the taller girl snapped, feeling frustrated with the other dancer’s lack of understanding. bada was starting to feel aggravated now. how could the younger girl now understand where she was coming from?

“you could have just asked me! or just let me present the choreography myself!”

a sarcastic and forced laugh fell from the older girl’s lips. it was a sound y/n heard far too often from the taller girl. it was belittling, truly. “you really think they’d let just some american dancer get credit for choreography of a korean girl group?”

that was the sentence that truly snapped something within the young american. all she saw was red.

y/n's eyes blazed with fury as she shot back, “it doesn't matter where i'm from, bada. it was my work, mine! you should have given me the choice to decide how to present it.” bada's frustration bubbled over, her own anger flaring. 

“you don’t get it do you? the company, the fans, everyone expected me to come up with something groundbreaking. i thought i was doing what was best for the group!”

the american's jaw tightened as she stepped even closer to bada, their faces inches apart. “so, what? you're saying your fucking reputation is more important than us? than me? because you couldn't even respect me enough to be honest!” 

bada's voice quivered with heated emotion as she shot back, "no, it's not like that, y/n! i value our friendship more than anything, but i thought i was helping you by showcasing your talent." y/n couldn't contain her frustration any longer. she raised her voice even higher, her words filled with resentment.

“helping me? by stealing from me? i don't need your fucking help!” y/n's shoulders heaved with anger, her face flushed with emotion. "well, congratulations, bada. you got your glory.”

“selfishness? you think i did this for myself? you don't understand how much i've sacrificed for this group, for you!” bada shouted back. the older girl took a step closer to y/n, face so close to hers that she could see the flames dancing in her eyes. and in bada’s own were a hurricane of emotions spinning.

“do you know what they say about me because of you? you shouldn’t even be here, you know that?” bada snapped again, eyes glaring daggers into the younger girl. “you should be thanking me.”

the two girls were too caught up in their argument to notice aespa’s arrival, as well as redlic’s in the practice room. 

it was no longer an argument between two dancers. this was a battle of fire and water.

“is that what you think of me? is that how you really feel about me?” y/n whispered, venom dripping in her tone. 

but it was what bada said after that made y/n completely lose her temper.

the taller girl had a smug glare on her features as she scoffed in her face. “oh, it's not just me. it’s everyone.”

all y/n remembered was pushing the korean girl so hard that bada ended up hitting her back against the mirrors hard. she remembered redlic pulling back the other girl while giselle held by the waist and dragged her away. 

her vision became a blur of red-hot anger and hurt. the room seemed to close in around her, and she was only vaguely aware of the shocked gasps from the others and their attempts to separate her from bada. 

aeri’s grip on her waist tightened, trying to restrain her best friend. “y/n please,” she pleaded quickly. “she isn’t worth it.”

bada’s fingers brushed against the back of her head, checking for any signs of injury. the hurricane of emotions in her eyes had turned into a whirlwind of shock and disbelief. she couldn’t believe you actually pushed her.

the tension in the practice room was palpable, and as if a volcano erupted, y/n's voice echoed off the walls with a mixture of betrayal and animalistic rage. “after everything? you really think that i shouldn't even be here?”

bada hesitated, her smugness fading in the face of y/n's intense emotions. she realized she had gone too far, but her pride prevented her from backing down. “it's just business. it's about doing what's best for the majority.”

the room fell into a heavy silence as y/n's anger and frustration churned within her. she couldn't find words to express the depth of her hurt and disappointment. 

it was redlic who finally broke the silence, her voice stern and authoritative. “that's enough, both of you! we're a team, and this is not how we resolve our issues.” she let go of bada as she turned to face giselle, who still held onto the american tightly. 

“please,” gigi said in a hushed tone, feeling how fast her friend’s heart was beating against her chest. “it’s not worth it, trust me.” she knew y/n was far from cooled down, and she mentally thanked her trainer for the strength training she received.

 the other girls exchanged worried glances, their debut on the line as they witnessed the heated altercation between their teammates.

y/n's chest heaved with the effort to control her emotions, but her eyes never left bada's. “no,” she declared, her voice trembling with a mix of determination and heartbreak. there was nothing left for her. this was it.

no more bada. no more SM. no more dance.

“i quit.”

✧ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 ✧ ⸺ 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗮'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝟯 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁, 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆.

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[wzrd-wheezes]

Riled up. remus lupin x reader

I got it, Remus and reader fighting because she’s complaining about something and he’s in a mood because the full moon is soon and he’s all riled up about it, end it with either smut or fluff I don’t mind either ;)

AN - no this is the smuttiest thing I've ever written so I hope this is okay and not too filthy jsjjfjs. If there's one thing about me.. if ur gonna give me the option to end it with fluff or smut - im gonna end it with smut every time.

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Warnings: kinda toxic!remus like hes just a bit of a prick in this, n this is not a good example of a good relationship. a whole load of sex, daddy kink, choking, smoking and the like. as always minors dni and wrap it before you tap it. Enjoy!

“Remus, you know I hate it when you smoke like that.” Y/N said, looking over to her boyfriend that was chain smoking cigarettes on the balcony of their apartment. 

“And I hate it when you nag at me about it, love.” he replied, tapping ash into the ashtray next to him, “yet, you continue to do it.” 

“I’m just worried about you. There’s no need to jump down my throat about it.” she scowled, turning around and taking a large sip from her coffee. 

“God forbid I want to do something that calms me down when the full moon is soon,” he stubbed his cigarette out harshly, as if to make a point, the glass ashtray rattling against the table with the sheer force of it.  

“Oh, grow up, Remus,” Y/N spat, the grip on her mug tightening as she spoke, “You act like you’re still a fucking teenager sometimes.” She walked over to the kitchen and slammed her mug down on the counter. She hated it when he got like this. The days leading up to the full moon made Remus impossible. He was constantly tired and grumpy. He didn’t have a great temper at the best of times but the full moon only heightened it. It also didn’t help that Remus not sleeping meant that Y/N hadn’t been sleeping, resulting in them both being extremely irritable.  

She heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen and swiftly made an exit, shutting herself in their bedroom.  

“You can’t avoid me all day, darling.” he called out. Even though she couldn’t see him, she just knew that he had that cocky grin on his face. The one that made her feel weak at the knees. The same grin that Remus knew could get him out of anything. They could be arguing and he would flash her that smile and it was as if she couldn’t be mad at him anymore. It infuriated her that he knew exactly how to get her. Y/N sighed, knowing that he was right and opened the door. 

Remus was stood on the other side, leaning against the doorframe, cigarette hanging from his mouth.  

“See? I knew it wouldn’t take you long to come around,” he grinned.  

“It’s like you’re purposefully trying to wind me up today. I fucking hate it when you smoke inside,” she sneered, “and you can wipe that fucking grin off your face as well.”  

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby.” he smirked, leaning back against the wall and taking a drag of his cigarette. “You’re getting all upset over nothin-.”  

He didn’t even have chance to finish his sentence before Y/N had stormed off. She made it all of five steps before Remus swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

“Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” 

“Talking?” she let out a laugh, “You’re such a condescending prick sometimes, you know that?”  

“And you’re a whiny, little, brat sometimes.” he barked, his voice significantly louder now. 

“Fuck you.” 

As fast as lightning Remus had flipped them round so that Y/N’s back was pressed against the wall. Remus had one had above her head, bracing himself on the wall as he towered over her. The grin that was plastered on his face had disappeared. His jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed into a line.  

“You need to watch your fucking mouth before I have to do something about it,” he said roughly, his fingers tangling in her hair.  

“Oh, really?” she retorted, “what are you gonna do about it?” 

 Just as quickly as he did before, he flipped them back around and roughly shoved her down on to her knees. Y/N let out a gasp as her knees hit the floor and she looked up at her boyfriend. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Remus goaded, the infamous smirk back on his face. 

“Not at all,” Y/N smirked back at him, reaching up to unzip his jeans. Remus smiled down at her as he leaned against the wall. Y/N took his dick out and eagerly put it in her mouth. 

“Atta girl,” Remus grumbled, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, “Look so pretty down there with my cock in your mouth.”  

He took a drag of his cigarette while she sucked him off, lazily grabbing a handful of her hair to keep her in place. Letting out a groan, he leaned his head back against the wall, cigarette hanging from his lips as her began fucking her mouth. 

“That’s it, baby. Can’t whine with my cock in your mouth, can you?” he chuckled darkly, “Jus’ what little brats like you need, isn’t it?” 

Y/N looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes. Remus pulled himself out of her mouth. Her lips were swollen and drool was running down her chin. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Remus whined, “Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours, yeah?” 

“Remus, pleas-” 

“S’not my name, baby.” 

“Please, daddy.” she whined 

He smiled down at her smugly and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed, and she scrambled to remove her clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor. Remus followed suit, his belt dropping to the floor with a clatter as he threw his jeans down. Y/N was spread out on the bed, looking at him needily as he stood over her. Remus dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing her ankles and dragging her down the bed roughly so that her core was level with his face.  

“Dripping already, baby?” he mused, “Haven’t even touched you yet. If I knew you’d get this turned on just from sucking my cock, I’d have you do it more often.” 

“Can you stop being a cocky little shit and just fuck me already,” Y/N moaned. 

Remus looked at her, grin instantly disappearing from his face.  

“You just don’t learn, do you?” he snapped, “always have to be such a brat.” 

Pulling her underwear to the side, he plunged two fingers inside of her, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. If there was one thing about Remus, it was that he knew exactly what to do to get his girlfriend going. He knew exactly how to make her tick and he prided himself on the fact that he could bring her to the edge in a matter of minutes. He licked at her clit as he pumped his fingers inside of her, smirking against her as he listened to her moans. 

“Please, daddy, I’m close, I’m-” 

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, wiping them on her thigh. Y/N let out a loud gasp. 

“You fucking dick.” she groaned. 

“Watch your fucking mouth. I won’t tell you again.”  

“I just need yo-”  

He cut her off, quickly removing her panties and shoving them in her mouth. Y/N whined in protest, her eyes widening in shock. 

“I won’t tell you again. You better keep those in that pretty mouth until I tell you to take them out, understand?” she nodded in response.  

“Good girl.” 

Remus positioned himself between her legs, looking down at her as he lined himself up. With one fluid motion he was inside her, letting out a deep groan as he felt her clench around him.  

“Feel so fucking good baby. Take my cock so well.”  

He wasted no time and began fucking into her roughly. His hips snapping against her at a quickening pace. Y/N’s moaned were like a drug to him and he couldn’t get enough. He thought that she sounded so pretty when she was whimpering underneath him, the panties in her mouth feebly trying to stifle her moans. She reached up to wrap her arms around him, legs trembling as she chased her high. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. He smirked as she clenched around him, her moans getting louder and louder. 

“You close, baby?” he asked, looking down at the girl laying beneath him. Y/N nodded frantically and moaned through the makeshift gag. He thrust into her roughly a few more times before pulling out of her again. “Didn’t think I’d let you cum that easy, did you?”  

He reached down pulling the panties from her mouth and tossing them on the floor. He manoeuvred her roughly so that she was on her knees with her face pressed against the mattress. Once again, he entered her, grabbing handfuls of her arse as he fucked her. He smacked his hand against the flesh sharply, earning a loud moan from Y/N, and leaving a large hand print on her skin. Remus’ thrusts became more sloppy as he reached his own climax, reaching round to pull Y/N up so her back was flush against his chest.  

“Want you to look at me when you cum, baby. Gonna come on my cock, yeah?” he said gruffly. 

“Y-yes, daddy.” she let out a strained moan, “so close.”  

Her eyes all but glazed over as she reached her peak, seeing stars as she clenched around him. Remus wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her in place as he fucked into her. Letting a strangled moan, came inside her, her body going limp against him. 

“Fuck.” she gasped. 

“You okay?” he asked, collapsing on the bed and pulling her towards him. 

“More than okay.” she smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled into him. 

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 14

Left for dead - Hunting Gear - Blackmail - "Cause I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted" (tiLLie, kooL aiD mAn)

Warning: delves into hurricane evacuation. This is not to make light of what is going on in South East, USA. Praying for all of you down there.

Whumpee timidly watched as Whumper packed their essentials.

"What should I take?", Whumpee asked, realizing they didn't have any belongings to pack.

"Take?", Whumper paused, "where are you going?"

"The um hurricane is coming. We're evacuating, right?", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper laughed, "I'm evacuating, but you will be remaining here. I can't chance you getting away during this or finding help. If you die... you die. No loss to me. When it's safe, I'll come back to see if you made it."

"What? But, they are saying this is unsurvivable. You can't leave me here.... please don't leave me here", Whumpee began to cry, "you know I'm afraid of storms", they sobbed.

"Sucks to suck, but you are not going", Whumper smirked, "my decision has been made."

Whumpee fought Whumper all the way down the stairs.

"Stop fighting me", Whumper yelled angrily, "you're wasting my time."

"You're leaving me here to die", Whumpee cried angrily, "I don't want to die."

Whumper reared back and punched Whumpee causing them to fall to the floor and gasp.

"I am leaving you here. Whether you die or not, we will see", Whumper grinned as they pulled out some rope, "let's see how well you do."

"Please you don't even have to take me. Just let me try to outrun the storm. Get to higher ground", Whumpee winced.

"No", Whumper used this time to bind Whumpee with the rope, "you'll find help, then I'm screwed."

Whumpee watched as they were tied tightly.

"You're not even trying to give me a fighting chance", Whumpee frowned.

Whumper chuckled as they tied off the rope to a metal pipe.

"Well, goodluck Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "I wish you the best of luck. Really I do. I will miss you. So try not to die."

"Please I'm begging of you. I'm scared to death right now. Please just let me go with you. I'll let you do whatever you want to me... please", Whumpee pleaded, as they tried to pull their arms from being tied above their head.

Whumper turned and started for the stairs.

"For the last time... no."

Whumpee tried to remain calm. The wind continued to get louder and louder. Water splashed against the windows above them.

The power had gone out a while ago now. It was pitch black in the basement.

Whumpee's arms had fallen asleep from being tied above their head.

They sobbed as the loud storm crashed all around them. They had a giant fear of storms... Whumper knew this and held it against them.

The sound of the house creaking made the darkness even more eerie.

Something crashed.

Whumpee looked up fearfully as the sound of the storm grew louder. As though it was now inside with them.

They started to feel water pouring in on them.

"No no NO", Whumpee yelled, "PLEASE SAVE ME ..... PLEASE HELP."

Whumpee was sitting in a pool of water, about waste deep.

All kinds of debree floated around them.

They could see sunlight trickling in on them. It had been days. They were freezing from the night before. They felt so so weak and so so tired.

They looked up and saw how white knuckled and shriveled their hands looked. That mixed with how raw and red their wrist were from the ropes.

They suddenly heard someone nearby talking.

"HELP ME.... PLEASE HELP ME", Whumpee yelled as loudly as their hoarse voice could go.

"Is someone down their?", they heard two people above them.

"Yes, I'm tied up down here in the basement", Whumpee yelled, "the owner of the house evacuated and left me here. Please help me."

"Okay, hold on", their rescuers called down, "there is a lot piled on top of you. We will be right back."

After a few moments of silence Whumpee heard a heavy truck coming close.

Dust and more debris fell onto them. A heavy piece of metal splashed over their leg cut down into their shin.

"Ouch", Whumpee cried loudly, "wait wait please."

A hole opened above them.

"What happened?", a concerned familiar voice called down.

"Something metal just hit me. I-I'm m bleeding", Whumpee shook.

"Okay we have an ambulance waiting for you", the voice sounded sympathetic, "a United States soldier is coming down to cut you free. You are currently being photographed and recorded for documentation and investigation. Do you understand?"

"Yes", Whumpee spoke weakly, "I don't feel good."

Whumpee watched as a rope fell through the hole and someone descending on it.

Their vision became cloudy... "My head is heavy" they whispered.

"Stay with me", the person commanded.

Whumpee jumped at the sound of a knife being unsheathed.

They felt arms wrap around them.

Their body went limp as they were pulled out of the water.

Distant beeping became more and more prominent as Whumpee started to come too.

They squinted in the bright light of the room.

"What's happening?", Whumpee looked around as more things became clear.

"Hey, are you with me", Whumpee felt someone squeeze their hand.

"Am I dead?", Whumpee whispered.

"No, you are alive. Thank goodness you are alive", the person leaned closer so Whumpee could see them.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you" Whumpee frowned.

"That's alright, I am one of the people who heard you calling for help. I couldn't leave your side", they leaned and kissed Whumpee's hand, "I'm so grateful you are alive."

"I'm grateful you heard me", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"Me too", they smiled.

"So, you are in the hospital safe and sound. They are pumping meds into you. They were worried about you being in the water for so long. Who knows what germs were swimming with you. Especially with that big cut on your leg", they leaned back in the chair, "I'm certain a detective will be in here soon to figure out why you were tied up in the basement. They are also working to find the homeowner."

"Whumpee nodded. They didn't tell we they were evacuating to. I thought they were taking me with them", Whumpee frowned.

"I'm sorry that happened to you", the person sighed, "you are safe now though. That's all that matters."

Whumpee nodded.

"Well, I need to get back out there to find more people. I'll check in on you again", they stood.

"Okay", Whumpee nodded again, "thankyou so much for helping me. Be careful out there."

"You're welcome. I will be", they nodded with a smile, "I'll see you later."

Rain splattered on the window of Whumpee's hospital room.

The nurse was in helping them eat dinner.

"You've had a very long few days. Today was also long with all of your visitors and detectives", the nurse smiled.

Whumpee nodded and looked out the window at the rain.

"I cam close the curtain if you like", the nurse started to stand.

"I-its okay, I'm just worried about the others out there and the rescuers", Whumpee explained, "I'm sorry if I'm sad to be around."

"Sweetie you have every reason to be sad. Don't apologize for that. We are worried about the rescuers too", the nurse smiled. "That one that was in here earlier with you. They have been constantly checking in on you."

There was a moment of silence while Whumpee chewed.

"They are hoping to find the person who did that to you soon. They found the name amongst some mail that was still inside of the house. They are watching for any location updates. They will be located as soon as they use their card or even their phone."

"Thankyou for telling me that... I was wondering. I'm also wondering what's going to happen to me", Whumpee looked at the nurse curiously and fearfully, "after I heal."

"You have a while before that is a concern", the nurse smiled, "would you like some pudding?"

"Yes please", Whumpee nodded.

Days went by slowly. Visits became less and less until it was the rescuer who saved Whumpee.

"I've got news", they said one day smiling ear to ear as they say down, "well, two pieces of news... both good."

"Oh", Whumpee studied them.

"Yes, they found Whumper. They were attempting to stay at a hotel a few states up. The police have them in custody", the rescuer looked at Whumpee for any excitement.

"Calm down", they joked when Whumpee didn't react, "the second bit of news is that you are coming home with me."

"Ho-home with you?", Whumpee studied them.

"Yes, I'm getting the house ready right now. You will be so comfortable there", the rescuers grin somehow got bigger.

"Really, you want me?", Whumpee questioned nervously, "are you sure?"

"Sure, I'm sure", the rescuer nodded, "you were left for dead... and I found you. I couldn't imagine going on with life after parting ways with you. I think I'd go mad with wanting to protect you."

Whumpee grinned.

"So... are you interested?", the rescuer looked at them quizetively.

"Yes, I'm interested", Whumpee nodded, "just still a little surprised thats all."

"I'm sure, but it's all true. You won't have to go through another storm by yourself again. I promise", the rescuer held Whumpee's hands close, "I'll protect you."

Whumpee felt tears come to their eyes. They nodded eagerly.

"Thankyou", Whumpee whimpered as they tried not to cry loudly.

"You're so welcome my dear", the rescuer grinned, "you're so welcome."

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[tomssexdoll]

Playing with fire

"And now I'm all up on you, what'd you except?"

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N were a celebrity couple, they've been broken up for quite a while, Y/N keeps seeing Tom with a new girl every single week. She decides to get her revenge, going to a bar, knowing Tom would be there and finding a random guy as her bait to make Tom jealous.

A/N: HIIII GUYS

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), sucking d, arguing, mentions of alcohol

Tom and me used to date. He's a famous rockstar, the lead guitarist for his band Tokio Hotel. I was a famous model, always featuring on magazines and on runways. Our break up was sudden, after 2 long years of unconditional love and commitment he just changed, he became cold and distant, always stayed out late and used work as an excuse.

I knew damn well he was lying, I knew Tom really well and picked up on when he was lying, he wasn't a good liar anyways. I was sad over our break up, like any sane person is, but I used things to distract me, to fill the void.

Our break up was all anyone could talk about for months, some saying they'd never believe in love ever again, some saying it was for the better. I hated how people thought they knew us so well, like they were living our lives.

We broke up after I finally snapped, confronting him yet again about his behaviour, this time I didn't forgive him and just stormed out, later breaking up with him through text.

Some days I wish I could just cuddle up in his arms again but I couldn't. Living with the fact that the was gone broke my heart. One day I was at a bar, I had seen he had been fucking around with other girls, paparazzi taking photos of every girl he was seen with in public.

I knew he was going to be at a bar tonight, purposefully planning my entrance, wanting to make sure he saw me without me having to cause a scene. Tonight was all about making him jealous, making him miss what we had.

My plan was to find literally any guy I could and flirt with him, he was my bait for the night. I knew dancing with the guy and grinding on him would drive him absolutely insane. As I arrived, I shortly found my target, a guy with a scruffy beard and short hair, having a drink with his friends.

Tom was in his element, lounging at the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand, trademark dark sunglasses, hiding his piercing gaze from the world. He laughed and chatted with his friends, catching up on the latest girls they'd been with, a nasty scowl forming on my face at their words.

As I approached the random guy, I gently traced my fingers over his shoulder, "well, hello there," I smirked, taking a seat next to him. He grinned in response, turning his body to face me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well hello darling, would you like me to get you a drink?" he said, his voice thick with lust.

"Oh that'd be perfect! Just a vodka redbull please," I smiled and reached into my bag, pulling out my lipgloss and reapplying it. Toms ears perked up when he heard my signature drink, his eyes scanning around and finally setting on me. He raised an eyebrow, taking in my appearance and the man I was basically flirting with next to me, his jaw clenching before turning away.

Tom grunted and just decided to ignore me for now, not wanting his jealously to get the best of him. He focused on his own drink, the amber liquid in the glass swirling as he tried to push down the anger and jealously that threatened to overwhelm him.

I was obnoxiously giggling, even if the guys jokes weren't funny my laughs got louder, trying to get Toms attention again. Toms grip tightened on his glass as he forced himself to continue small talk with his companions. But he couldn't seem to shake off the image of me and the man, my laugh echoing in his mind and driving him crazy.

I could slightly see the affect it was having on him, fuelling my ego even more, driving me to go up a level. After a few more drinks, I got up, grabbing the mans hand and leading him to the dance floor.

Toms heart clenched tightly in his chest as he saw the way the mans hand gripped mine, the hungry look in his eyes as he pulled me close. The song choice was perfect, a dirty, sensual song, the lyrics lewd and graphic. I started to dance with the guy, swaying my hips on him and gently grinding, my mouth slightly agape as he peppered soft kisses onto my neck.

Tom watched as me and the man danced, heat rising within him as he saw me move with such seductive skill. He couldn't take it anymore, slamming his glass down on the table, the sound ringing out through the room as he stood up.

He strode over to the dance floor, determined to claim me back. I knew Tom was approaching, already sensing the anger and jealously coursing throughout him, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of my lips, satisfied that my plan had worked.

Tom quickly pushed the other man away from me, a snarl twisting his lips as he pulled me back against his muscular body. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands possessively gripping my hips as he held me close, "stay the fuck away from her, she's mine.." he growled lowly.

He quickly pulled back from me and grabbed my arm, storming off to a quiet, private area. "What the fuck was that, hm?" his grip on my arm tightened, pulling me in closer, his eyes flashing with anger. "What? I was just dancing, we aren't together..remember.." I said, giving him a deadly glare.

"I don't give a single fuck if we aren't together, you're mine and you know that..." he sighed, "what are you doing to me, what are you doing love, you drive me fucking crazy," he grunted.

"Oh shut up, it's not like I don't see every week you're with a new girl, for fuck sakes Tom you're such a hypocrite," I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I know that dress is karma, that fucking perfume you're wearing is intoxicating, you got me thinking back to when you were mine.." he mumbled, trapping me against the wall, towering over me.

"You act like you're so innocent, like you don't purposefully get seen with women in public to make me jealous, I know what you're like Tom, if you actually wanted to hook up with those women for yourself you'd do your best to hide them," I sighed, shaking my head. His nostrils flared in annoyance at my words, taking a deep breath, trying to reign in his temper.

He leaned in closer, invading my personal space, "you know me so well, but you still chase after me. Why is that?" he chuckled, "you just want attention, you don't want my heart, maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new" I knew he was right, I couldn't stand the thought of him with someone who wasn't me.

"See, can't even defend yourself.." he scoffed, shaking his head, "whatever.." I turned to leave, but Tom wasn't having it, "excuse you, where the fuck do you think you're going?" he grabbed my arm, pulling me against him, his eyes boring into mine.

"I'm not fighting with you Tom, i'm not interested," I pulled away, trying to walk off again but to no avail, he grew frustrated and grabbed my arm, harder this time, spinning me around to face him. "Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere princess.." he dragged me into the bars bathroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

He pulled me back into his arms, his hold firm as he looked down at me, "I'm done playing games with you," he growled, smashing his lips into mine. I whined, his hand coming to the back of my head and pulling me in closer, his tongue demanding entry as his hands roamed over my body.

He was a man on a mission, determined to claim me as his again. His grip tightened, dominating the kiss with a fierce intensity. As he pulled back, a small string of saliva followed, our lips red and swollen.

His eyes were dark with desire and possession, "let me get one thing straight," he said while reaching behind me, zipping down my dress, "you're mine and I'm not fucking share you with anyone else. Ever. You understand me?" his voice was firm, leaving no room for argument as he let my dress fall to the floor.

I nodded, knowing that challenging him would only get me in deeper shit. He released a growl of satisfaction as I submitted to him, leaning in and pressing a firm kiss to my lips, possessiveness radiating off him.

His hand slid down to grip my ass, squeezing firmly as he pulled me closer to him. "Get on your knees, now," he said, his voice low, with a hint of danger that sent a shiver down my spine. I instantly obeyed, slowly dropping to my knees, my eyes never leaving his.

"Good girl..." he purred, unbuckling his belt and letting it fall to the ground with a soft clink. His hands move to his pants, unbuttoning them slowly as he watched me with a hungry gaze. "So patient.." he mumbled, sliding his pants down and letting them pool at his feet.

"Take my boxers off..cmon.." he egged on, moving his hips forward so the imprint of his cock was inches away from my face. I bit my lip, reaching up and looping my fingers around the waistband of his underwear, slowly dragging it down. His cock sprung out, slapping against his abdomen.

"Fuckk.." I gasped softly, he ran his hands over his shaft, giving it a few strokes as he spoke, "now, wrap those pretty lips around it and start sucking.." he grinned. I took his cock in my hand, slowly gliding my mouth down his cock, engulfing every inch.

He groaned in pleasure as I took his entire length into my mouth, my warm, wet lips feeling amazing around his cock. He started thrusting gently at first, fucking my mouth slowly as he looked down at me, "such a dirty slut..sucking my cock like that.." he grunted, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling it gently, guiding me on his thick cock.

I bobbed my head up and down, sucking his cock hard and fast, feeling his bulging veins throb on my tongue. He lost himself in the sensation, starting to fuck my mouth harder and faster, his balls slapping against my chin.

"Shit...I'm gonna cum soon if you keep sucking my cock like that, I'll fill your fucking throat with my load.." he growled lowly. I choked and struggled to take his cock as it repeatedly hit the back of my throat, saliva building around my mouth.

He grinned as he saw the struggling but determined expression on my face. "You like that, huh? You want me to fuck your throat harder?" he moaned lowly, "mmh! Yes!" I whined, his thrusts became more powerful at my response, fucking my mouth harder.

His balls started to tighten, saliva dripped down my chin as I kept sucking his cock, mascara filled tears streaming down my cheeks. "Fuck! Yes! Keep sucking that cock you filthy whore!" he yelped, exploding in my mouth, his thick, hot cum shooting down my throat in powerful spurts.

He kept thrusting his cock into my mouth, making sure I swallowed every last drop, "swallow it all, you little fucktoy. Every last drop belongs in your stomach.." he panted, trying to calm down after his earth shattering orgasm.

He slowly pulled out, grabbing my arm and bringing me up to my feet. His hands moved to my panties and roughly shoved them down, "take these off, I'm not done with you yet," he murmured, his gaze fixed on my wetness. "That's more like it.." he moved closer, gripping my hips roughly before lifting me up onto the counter.

"You're so fucking wet.." he draped his fingers along my folds, collecting the wetness and bringing it to his mouth, humming in delight. He stalked closer, his tip prodding at my entrance, teasing my clit with the head of his cock, biting his lip as he felt a surge of pleasure.

He smirked, enjoying the way I squirmed beneath him before he slowly started to push himself inside, "god you're so fucking tight...I could stay buried in you for days," he groaned, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my mouth slightly agape as I felt every inch go in slowly.

His hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter until I was flush against him. He started to move his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts, "fuck..you feel so good.." he mumbled, burying his face into my neck.

He groaned in pleasure as he picked up his pace, his hips moving faster, driving himself deeper inside me with every thrust. He nipped and kissed at my neck, leaving behind a trail of bites as he marked his territory, "you're mine..fuck.."

He started to pound into me relentlessly, his anger and frustration poured into his rough fucking. The counter slightly shook with the force of his thrusts, his arm wrapping around my waist to secure me.

I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his back as his cock repeatedly hit the spot I loved the most, "Tom! Fuck, mmh!" he grinned devilishly, his hips snapping back and forth quickly, his cock sliding easily in and out of my slick, dripping pussy, "so fucking wet f'me, hmm?" he reached up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling it back, exposing my neck to the cool air.

"Such a dirty girl..taking my cock twice," he grunted, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filling the room. He continued to fuck me hard, almost punishingly so, satisfied with the desperation in my moans and the way I held onto him.

"Harder! Faster!" I whined, throwing my head back, "oh you want it harder, hm? I'll give you harder.." he grumbled, his voice filled with dominance. He instantly obeyed with my command, slamming into me with brutal force, the head of his dick hitting my cervix with each thrust, driving me into a state of oblivion.

"Fuckkkk!" I cried out, feeling a knot form in my stomach, my climax building up rapidly. At this point he lost all control, his hands moving under my thighs, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he picked me up, starting to slam me down onto his cock, "oh my fucking god! Fuck!" I practically screamed, my body bouncing against his brutally.

"Take it! Take it all!" he yelled, his balls slapping against my ass with each bounce, the sound echoing throughout the room, "i'm gonna cum!" I yelped, my pussy tightening around his cock.

As I reached my climax a clear stream of liquid escaped my pussy, my juices coating all over his hard cock. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt me squirt all over his shaft, feeling the warm liquid coat his balls, his release being triggered. He emptied himself inside me, making sure to fuck his cum deep inside me.

We were both spent, exhausted and panting, trying to catch out breathes. He placed me back down on the counter, slowly pulling out, watching as his cum slowly spilled out.

He quickly cleaned the both of us up, helping me put my clothes back on, putting his back on too. I got up off the counter, my legs trembling from the intense love making session. "Fuck.." he ran a hand through his hair, "let's get you home..ok?" he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the bathroom and outside the bar, hailing for a taxi.

As we were waiting in silence, he spoke up, "what if I told you that I had no interest in anyone but you? That every time I'm with someone else, it's just a show, to make you jealous, I never stop thinking about you," he turned to face me, gently cupping my face in his large hands.

I smiled at his words, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I'd believe you..I really have missed you Tom, I don't want to act like I'm not in love with you, I want you back, I want what we had back.." I looked up at him, he instantly nodded and placed a gentle kiss to my lips.

"Also..can you stay the night, you know how I get when I have to be alone for the night," I said, giving him a look he couldn't refuse. "Alright baby, alright," he chuckled, placing a firm kiss on my forehead.

tags: @ballhair @tomriddlesrealgf @bills-wife-1

tags: @tomscumdoll @billsdolliest @bkaulitzlover

tags: @miyukafujii @ella1289 @pa1n-0f-l0ve

[bakvrue]

ryusui x reader

my first time writing for him and dr stone, a cute little piece of fluff, beginnings of romance

Mid afternoon sun shines through the canopy above as you walk back to your village. Your morning was spent aboard a ship of science for a small excursion: the open sea, whale watching, geography mapping, technology you never thought you would see again, and a man who you can't seem to take your eyes off of.

Even now as he and Senku converse ahead of you your eyes are glued to him. Ryusui is magnetic, drawing everything and everyone to him, even if they don't want to be there. But you? You wish you could be with him all the time.

The way he smiles, the way he cares about others, the way he puts his plans into action to get what he wants, the way he…

“Hello?” Your doctor friend walking beside you waves her hand in front of your face, “You listening?” She knows full well you were not.

You tear your gaze away from the blonde and look over at her and your other friend, the village's agricultural master. Both of their eyebrows are raised, their eyes pointing between you and Ryusui.

You know they saw what happened aboard the ship. Ryusui and you got closer and closer throughout the day until his hand made itself comfortable on the small of your back. They could probably see your heart beating out of your chest.

“We’re talking about dinner—”

“Are you joining us?”

“Or did you make other plans?”

The way they finish each other's sentences makes you feel like you're being circled by snakes.

Ever the opportunist, you speak a little louder, “Oh, I hadn't made any dinner plans yet.”

The blonde captain turns his head a quarter before looking back straight ahead and a rush goes through you, whatever jumping for joy looks like, you could probably do that right now.

Your friends shake their heads, if it was just the three of you you would bring up the men that have had their hearts fluttering recently, but with Tsukasa just a few people behind you and Senku in front of you, you choose peace.

Just before the village comes into view you bound up next to Ryusui and you don't notice Senku taking a few steps back to give you the semblance of privacy.

You reach your hand up, half jumping to pluck the captain's hat right off his head. You've heard a few stories about this specific hat; thrown off into a storm to gauge wind currents. The hat came back to him and maybe some of that luck can rub off on you.

It's too big and a little damp but you plop it on your head, laughing as it falls over your eyes.

The electric feeling in your chest, it feels like you're back in high school flirting with the boy you liked.

He lifts the hat slightly, adjusting it on your head so that you can see. Your cheeks warm from his attention as you thank him.

“That hat isn't free, you know.” His smirk sends butterflies to your stomach.

“Everything has a price. Yes, yes, I know.”

There's a twinkle in your eye as you put your hands behind your back and look up at him. A mistake.

The sun shines on his blond hair, his brown eyes are as bright as you've ever seen them. His irises swimming with something akin to desire.

Your foot snags on a hidden root and you start to fall forward until his hands grab you, steadying you on your feet.

You hear snickering behind you and whip your head around to find your friends and Senku looking anywhere but you, whistling and admiring the canopy.

“Pay me in your time.” You look back at him with your mouth partially opened, and he laughs. “The price for the hat. Dinner tonight.”

You right yourself, his arms no longer supporting you and you immediately miss their warmth.

“Dinner tonight,” you nod, “but I'm keeping the hat until then.”

“It looks better on you anyways.”

You reach the edge of the village and Ryusui follows Senku towards the science sector while you make your way back to the medical barn with your friends.

“Don't say a word,” you warn while they immediately burst out in laughter, and you end up laughing with them. Tripping into your crushes arms is hilarious, but now you have a date to get ready for.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Rage

[A/n:Mortal kombat brutality style 😈😈😈. I got this idea after seeing the Orin thingy when she takes Gale.]

Summary:Orin was nothing compared to your fists

Type:Scenario:?: Gale X M!Tiefling!Reader

Version:Bg3

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The anger filled you so quickly as you watched Orin twitch and snap back into her original form. Gale no longer infront if you.

"What did you do to Gale..." A shiver ran down your companions' spines at the tone of your voice.

Orin snickered, a dark look forming on her face. It only made you want to punch her face in.

"Nothing to bad...yet, once I get back I-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as your fist came in contact with her face.

A sickening crunch filled the room as your fist came in contact with her nose, completely shattering it. She didn't have time to react as you punch her again, and again, and again. You didn't stop or slow down, your tail stiff and twitching behind you as your clawed fingers stabbed into both of her eyes, crushing the soft organ instantly. She screamed, yanking your hand away from her face. Blood streamed down her face, covering her skin and the ground below. You didn't waste anytime, headbutting her while she had a grip on your wrist, your horns scrapped against her skin, tearing at her flesh. Another punch to her face and she stumbled against the wall. Another scream left her mouth. Holding her face as she stumbled away from you, tripping over chairs and bumping into the desk. Pure rage was radiating off you, causing your companions to step back.

"God damn, Soldier!" Karlach laughed, finding this disturbing yet amusing.

You didn't even process her words, storming over to Orin. Your hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so far her veins started showing on her neck. If you tugged any harder her neck would've snapped, or tore her hair out.

"Where's Gale?!" Orin punched you weakly, attempting to get out of your grip blindly.

"To hells with you! I'll send you there myself!" Orin Wouldn't be better just telling you. She could feel your rage, even blind she felt superior in this moment.

Another scream left her mouth as you tore her hair from her scalp, a patch of her skin tearing with the blood. A deep growl left your throat as she tried to leave again. Rising your hand, claws out, you grabbed at her face, your claws digging into her skin as you tear the skin from her face. Another scream, louder, more pained.

"Tell me!" All you got was a cry and a tremble as she started chanting something.

You grabbed her jaw, crushing it in your hand. Her chanting was silenced quickly, another cry of pain as you punched her again. She fell to the ground, hastily looking for something to use against you, yet with her eyes crushed and oozing from her sockets, it was way more difficult than ever before. She grabbed a letter opener just as you yanked her back up. Swiftly, she stabbed you in the eye, well, tried to, she just barely missed, stabbing your cheekbone instead. A hiss left your throat, letting go of her temporarily. She shoved you to the ground and dashed away from you, raming into a chair then into a wall. She stumbled, turning around and moving her head as if it'd let her see again. You growled, running at her. Fortunately for her, she dodged.

"I'll kill you!" She ran at you, clawing at your face, which only made you grab her wrists and crush her wrist bones under your grip, twisting her hands the wrong way before twisting her around and slamming her against a desk.

"I won't ask again. Where. Is. Gale." Another cry and a hiss.

"Fuck you" Orin hissed out, her broken jaw making her words slurred and disoriented.

She managed to shove you off her, turning to you and summoning a summon to fight you. You charged at her, lowing your hand and aiming your claws straight at her stomach. Before she could react, your hand went through her stomach, tearing the Armour away with your other hand. A sound if gagging was heard from shadowheart and a wheeze from Orin. Your hand twisted in her, gripped her spine before tearing it from her stomach, snapping the bone as you pulled it out from her stomach. You stepped back, spine clenched in your hand, breathing heavily as Orin took a few steps before collapsed on the ground. Everyone was silent, horror on their faces. You reached down and grabbed Orin, tossing her over your shoulder, spine still in hand as you started walking.

When you found where Gale was being kept, all it took was dropping Orins body on the ground and a glare for them to release Gale. You took the body home with you, just in case. Yet your body was stained with her blood, you reeked of blood. It was so strong your companions couldn't be around you, even Astarion.

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[A/n:Hehe...I might have gone to far with it, but you know what. Orin needs a good ass beating. I hope you enjoyed]

[rylem33]

Actions Have Consequences

Jason and Emily had been dating in secret for months, their connection growing deeper with each encounter. Tonight, they’d given in to their desires, and the air was thick with passion.

As Jason’s 22-year-old hands roamed over Emily’s 19-year-old body, she giggled, arching into his touch. “You’re insatiable,” she teased with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Jason smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “And you’re such a slut,” he murmured playfully, his tone full of affection.

Emily laughed softly, her eyes glinting with excitement. They both knew it was a joke, a part of their flirtation, and it only served to heighten the tension between them.

But neither of them noticed the faint creak of the floorboards outside the door. Vanessa, Emily’s mother, had come home earlier than expected and was about to call out to her daughter when she heard Jason’s comment. The word “slut” echoed in her mind, sending a wave of cold anger through her.

Vanessa had always been protective of her daughter, and the idea of some boy calling her such a degrading name—even in jest—was too much to bear. She stood frozen in the doorway, her fury bubbling over.

Inside the room, the couple was oblivious to the storm brewing just outside. As they lay tangled together, the door suddenly burst open.

“Emily!” Vanessa’s voice was a sharp crack in the air.

Jason and Emily sprang apart, both scrambling to cover themselves as Vanessa’s eyes flashed with anger. The older woman’s gaze was locked on Jason, who was hastily pulling up his pants.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Vanessa’s voice was low and dangerous, but it was clear she was beyond furious.

“Mrs. Harris, I—” Jason stammered, but Vanessa’s hand shot up, silencing him.

“I heard what you called my daughter,” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely restrained rage. “You think it’s funny to call her a slut? To degrade her like that?”

Jason’s eyes widened in horror. “No, it wasn’t like that! It was just a joke!”

“A joke?” Vanessa’s voice was cold as ice. “Let’s see how funny it is when you’re the one being degraded.”

Before either of them could react, Vanessa began to chant in a language Jason didn’t recognize. The air around them seemed to hum with energy, growing thick and oppressive.

Jason’s body suddenly felt like it was on fire. He gasped, his hands flying to his chest as he doubled over in pain. The sensation was unbearable, his muscles burning and stretching as his skin prickled with an unnatural heat.

Emily watched in horror as Jason’s body began to change. His broad chest softened, swelling into full, round breasts that strained against his shirt. His hips flared, his waist cinching in as his legs grew longer and more shapely. His face contorted in pain as his features became more delicate, his hair lengthening into silky waves that cascaded down his back.

Jason’s eyes, now wide and filled with panic, met Emily’s as he tried to speak. But when he opened his mouth, his voice came out as a rough croak, caught between pitches. He tried again, but the sound that emerged wavered, his deep voice cracking awkwardly as it struggled to hold onto its masculine tone.

Vanessa’s chant grew louder, and Jason’s clothing began to shift as well. His once-loose shirt and pants transformed into a tight, revealing outfit that clung to every new curve, emphasizing his now voluptuous figure. The low-cut top barely covered his ample breasts, and the short skirt left little to the imagination.

“Emily… what’s happening to me?” he whispered, his voice pitching higher with each word until it settled into a soft, breathy tone that was unmistakably feminine. The sound of his own voice—now a delicate, almost sultry soprano—sent a shiver through him.

Finally, the transformation stopped, leaving Jason standing in the middle of the room, a perfect picture of feminine allure. His face, once rugged and masculine, was now adorned with pouty lips and long lashes that framed wide, doe-like eyes. His hair was a rich chestnut color, flowing in perfect waves down to his slim waist.

Vanessa’s lips curled into a cold, satisfied smile as she surveyed her handiwork. “Now you know what it feels like,” she said softly. “You wanted to call someone a slut? Well, now you can be one.”

Jason fell to the floor, her legs unable to support her in her shock. She looked up at Vanessa, tears brimming in her eyes as the reality of her situation began to sink in.

Emily rushed to Jason’s side, her own tears falling freely as she knelt beside her transformed boyfriend. “Mom, please, you can’t leave him like this!”

Vanessa’s expression remained hard. “He needs to learn a lesson, Emily. Actions have consequences. Maybe now he’ll think twice before degrading someone else.”

With a final, cold glance at the scene before her, Vanessa turned on her heel and walked out of the room. The sound of her footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving Emily alone with the new “Jason.”

Emily knelt beside him, her heart breaking at the sight of her transformed boyfriend. Tears blurred her vision as she reached out, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Jason, I’m so sorry…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

She expected to hear Jason sobbing, but instead, she heard something else—soft, almost inaudible moans escaping from his lips. Confused, Emily leaned closer, her hand gently brushing Jason’s cheek. “Jason? Are you okay?”

Jason’s breath hitched, and the moans grew slightly louder, more insistent. Emily’s heart raced as she realized what was happening.

“I… I can’t stop it…” Jason’s voice, now fully feminine, trembled with both fear and an undeniable need. His hands moved to his chest, fingers tracing over the sensitive skin as another moan escaped him. “Emily, help me… I don’t know what’s happening… but it feels so… good.”

Emily’s eyes widened in shock as she realized the extent of her mother’s curse. Jason’s new body wasn’t just feminine—it was hyper-sexualized, designed to crave the attention and desires associated with being a “slut.”

As Jason continued to moan softly, his body reacting to sensations he had never experienced before, Emily could only watch, torn between horror and sympathy.

But then, something shifted in Jason’s eyes—an instinctual panic overtook the pleasure as the reality of his situation crashed down on him. “No… no, this can’t be happening,” he gasped, pushing himself away from Emily. His breaths came in ragged, frantic bursts as he stumbled to his feet, his new curves making him feel unsteady and foreign in his own body.

“Jason, wait!” Emily cried, reaching out to him, but he was already backing away, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I can’t… I can’t stay here!” Jason’s voice was high-pitched and desperate, his hands trembling as they clutched at the skimpy outfit that now clung to his altered form. Without another word, Jason turned and bolted from the room and fled down the hallway. Emily rushed after him, but Jason was already out the front door and gone.