#bitch he’s bouncing around in my brain help me

[pieshopbarber]

I have made the mistake of watching too much what we do in the shadows and now all my thoughts sound like fucking Laszlo

[oceantornadoo]

your weighted blanket (simon riley x f!reader)

part of this two lieutenants series but it’s standalone

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“you know what i want?”

“wha’?”

“a weighted blanket.”

simon turned away from his bedroom desk to stare at you, his dark eyes squinting incredulously.

“what?! i think it’d help me sleep.”

“wha’ the fuck is a weighted blanket.”

you huffed a sigh. “it’s literally a weighted blanket simon. having weight pressing down on you helps you sleep, it’s scientifically proven.” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you laid back on his bed.

turning off his desk lamp, he made his way to his bed. he joined you on top of the covers, giving you plenty of space. keeping it platonic. not that he wanted to, but that was another thing.

“can’t jus’ have some sop lay on you?” the words hurt coming out, but it was the only thing he could say. desperately looking for a sign that you were talking to someone as you were so tightlipped about your escapades until after they ended.

“i’m on a man break. they all suck.” no one measured up to the unending care simon gave you, even if he was just a friend. just a friend who lets you come into his room every night, talking yourself to sleep. just a friend who never forgets your favorite body wash or candle scent on supply runs.

“they don’t know how to treat a woman like you.” his words echoed in the dark, ideas of what they meant bouncing around in your brain. “a woman like me?” silence. “don’t be mean, si.”

fuck he was so stupid. needed to watch his tone better, like gaz was always telling him. “dove, jus’ meant a smart independent woman like yourself. yer lookin’ for a partner and they’re look for a mother or a fuck. or both.” your jaw dropped. “oh. thanks.” his words thickened the air. no one had ever talked about you like that, like you were something to be treasured, not kept. like he respected you.

“if you really need a weighted blanket i-“ “yeah?” you sounded too eager, but you didn’t care. you turned towards him, catching his eye in the gleam of the base lights outside his window. “could be yers. if you want. strictly platonic.” he scratched his head, looking away. embarrassed. “yeah, platonic. course, yeah. that’s fine. good, i mean.” you needed to get your act together and stop sounding like a teenager, but he just offered to be your blanket. surely that was more than platonic.

“now?”

“sure.”

you sat on his bed like a dead fish, arms at your sides. you were not about to initiate what surely would be the most awkward non-cuddle session in your life. simon pressed one large paw into the mattress, hauling his huge body up on one arm. he moved down farther on the bed, his head parallel to your ribs. then, with the uttermost care, he shifted on top of you, hovering. waiting. “you can lay on me si, it’s okay.” he released his hands slowly, the full force of his body laying on you. 250+ pounds of pure machine, a body honed from years in the military. a soldier, a sniper, a lieutenant, now at your mercy, body covering yours completely.

“not too weighted for you?” you giggled. an actual giggle from his fellow lieutenant. “no, si. not too weighted.” your hand instinctively went to his hair before you could stop yourself. “is this comfortable? you’re on my ribs.” he grunted. it actually hurt like a bitch, your bone pressing into him through layers of fat, but he was laying on you and therefore could not complain. “you can move up, i won’t mind.” well, if you were letting him. he wanted to make the most of this blanket situation, this type of intimacy so foreign to him.

simon scooted up your body and laid his head on your tits. built-in pillows, one might call them. you hand went to his hair again, slowly scratching his scalp. “this ok?” you never touched like this, had never touched him like something precious. he grunted, a yes in “ghost” as you liked to call it. you continued running your hand through his hair, surprised at the softness of his locks. his face was against your breast, and usually you’d be embarrassed, but lines had been crossed and all bets were off. his body was heavy, sure, but the weight of it was comforting. all you could think of was him, not the annoying recruit from this morning, not the bad dinner you had at the mess hall. only the smell of the base shampoo and his natural musk, something uniquely him but not gross.

all simon could hear was your heartbeat. it had quickened when he first laid down, but now it was slowing to a comforting beat. you were here, you were breathing. the gunfire and the smell of bombs in his head meant nothing as long as he had you like this, in his arms where no one could hurt you. he could feel your body relaxing, muscles losing the day’s tension and giving themselves over to sleep. as your breathing slowed and you moved to a lower, more comfortable position on his pillow, he knew time could stop and all that would matter was you, right here, with him.

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[strangerxperv]

Y'all seem to really like step bro Eddie (I can see those votes you naughty bitches) so here's a lil thot.

Warning: smut/ minors DNI, step bro Eddie, Eddie is a warning, he's also manipulative, unprotected sex, breeding, edging, Eddie runs his mouth a lot, and your both drunk off sex.

Eddie's been begging you to let him fuck you for months. You've held steady by refusing him at every turn stating that it's taboo. It would be crossing the line if the both of you were to have sex.

Kissing in secret is one thing. Letting him fuck your pussy with his tongue is reasonable. Choking down Eddie's cock, fair. But letting your step brother fuck you? Out of the question.

You aren't one to not compromise and that's how he's landed you on your back. Legs spread wide with Eddie's warm hands under your knees. Pressed firmly on your bare bouncing fat tits. Your small hands are wrapped around you to keep his dick in place.

The leaky cherry red tinted a pretty purple is smashed against your stiff clit. It dribbles precum which pools over your clit to seep into your pulsing heat. He fucks over your cunt like a man possessed.

Fucking you to the edge but never letting you fall over and over again. The man himself has spilled his seed spraying over your cute jiggling tummy. But he never stopped fucking you.

It's been so long that your brain has completely melted and long since dripped from your desperate depths. You want to cum so bad you'll do anything the curly haired man wants. You'll even break your own rules.

"Please! Eddie! -Mmm- please, just fuck me-" your breathless whines gasping out through swollen lips.

"Why should I? You said it yerself. I can't fuck my sweet lil sis, 's too taboo, but this way I'll get to pretend-" Eddie's smirk is so mean you can't help it as tears streak over plump cheeks.

"P-p-pleeEEeease! Please, am sorry and I don't care if i's wrong! I wan' your cock in my pussy! Please! I'll be good an' I'll do anything, I swear!" Your sobs are exactly what your big brother wants to hear.

"Oh yeah? You sure that's a good idea? I don't have any condoms..." His hands slip out from under your knees one dragging your hand from between you. His hands hold yours above your head as his shoulders support your legs. Eddie's throbbing erection is sandwiched by both your bodies. His lips brush your ear, "Baby, you aren't on birth control. Won't that really cross the line? Knocking you up?"

"I wan' it! Wanna have your babies! No one makes me feel so good or loves me so well, please." Your hands clench around his as if imploring him, hoping he'll ravage you.

"Such a good girl. Gon' make a good mama too-" Eddie angles his hips till his tip is kissing your quivering hole, "We're gon' make such pretty babies," Finally he sinks into your cunt with easy. The man has been edging you for so long your slick pussy welcomes him, "Fuck! Fuckfickfu-!"

He's thrusts are relentlessly deep where no one has ever dared to reach. His phallus punches in fast succession against your cervix. It stings in such a pleasant way your breath catches, "and I'm gonna- heh- im gonna teach 'em music."

"Eddie-!" You squeal with your head thrown back, "I's too much!! Too deep!!"

"No, s'not. Not enough. Need more an' 'm gon' give you more!" His words are slurred slack jawed and pussy drunk above you, "Godda be deep, baby, so ya can get knocked up."

For the second time tonight you wonder what you've gotten into.

[misfitgirlwrites]

Lucifer Having A Crush On You/How Would He React?

I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'M NOT--

It's time for my fictional love and life and all I hold dear in my daydreams. Bitches, bros, nonbinary hoes, and genderfluid fucks, I present to you the Big Dick in Charge

I may reference works that I've read and when I do I'll drop their @ and link to their story it is law that you read it if you read mine, I don't make the rules

CW: none, slightly angsty but nothing too intense!

Alright, doves, this is post-season one. Lucifer now resides in the hotel with everyone and is slowly adjusting to being graced with Alejandro's Alastor's presence every day.

Let's be honest, our baby pays attention but puts in minimal effort. Saying that the days went by in a blur would be an understatement. Even conversations would be forgotten after a few short moments. On to the next task. Full focus on this thing. Once that's done? Well onto the next task! No tasks? Free time to spend with Charlie!

Things would start slow, and to really interact, you'd most likely start to approach him first. Maybe you've spent long enough watching the blond anxiously bounce around the hotel and graciously give himself a bit too much for even the Big Boss of Hell.

A timid approach from you, offering to help with whatever he's currently doing. Maybe you make snacks for everyone in the hotel and hand him his personally :)

And so it begins! A greeting here, a greeting there, slightly awkward conversations that slowly start to feel less forced with the little information you learn about each other along the way.

It's...nice! Refreshing! Lucifer would be more excited than anything and talking to you would become a part of his regular routine without much thought on the matter. You'd occasionally be on his mind just a little more, and he'd start to seek you out himself too.

I know you're already seeking him out. Bitch I'M seeking him out.

Helping with chores around the hotel quickly turns into simply enjoying the other's company.

One day you gift him his very own ceramic duck! You could have paid for it from somewhere or made it yourself.

Either way, he'd fucking LOVE it! Honestly, if you decide to try your hand at making it, he'd love it even more with all the rough edges and little bumps (it was made out of love for my babies who never touched clay in their lives)

In response, please expect many gifts in return. I like to think it's been a while since he's gotten a genuine gift like this

(Bonus headcanon: Charlie will see this and will come to you the next day with a list of things she wants to gift him and you two are unofficially officially the Buy Lucifer Anything Duck-Themed duo)

Lucifer loves how you react when he gifts you your very own rubber duck. Your smile and happiness always seemed contagious to him. It only led to him making/getting you more things.

You will have a rubber duck collection by the end of this, but what can you really say? Each one of them is based on something you mentioned before. A movie character, a book character, a cartoon character, even friends or family members if they were mentioned. The gesture is way too sweet for you to turn down, even if it is the 30th duck you've received.

Now prepare for what I like to call the "get along t-shirt" phase but both parties are willing LMAO.

Lucifer will be by your side as long as you'll accept the company and if you're reading this and we brain the same, that will be all the time.

I love the GenZ!Reader memes and fics. Someone show this man bacon pancakes and if it was already done, SHOW ME.

Between his relationship with Charlie and with you, Lucifer actually feels the need and wants to be a little more present bit by bit. He notices that he is spending less time in his head, but he continues on in fear of fucking it up if he thinks too hard about it.

So instead he'll 100% focus on the little familiarity of happiness, as small as those moments may be sometimes. This is EXACTLY why the thought of him potentially feeling romantic interest again goes right over his head.

Who notices first, you ask? Charlie, of course. You slowly but surely became one of his main topics in conversation, it wasn't hard for her to pick up on it and ask.

Baby boy would straight up deny it at first. Him?? Liking someone else??? LMAO, am I right? Of course, after he does this, he'll have the time to actually pay attention to his actions.

So then he'll notice how excited he is every morning knowing that you'll be the first face he sees. He'll notice how he managed to fit you into any task he had to do. When he'd get lunch for himself and Charlie he'd have the automatic thought of making something for you as well. Even when the day was over, he'd be thinking about spending the next day with you. To be frank, you were constantly on his mind. 

Once he notices it's a big mental "fuck". Nothing about you is wrong of course, it's him, or so he thinks.

Let's start with the elephant in the room, or shall I say the ring on his finger lmao

In Lucifer's mind, he's still married technically. Even thinking about it in a technical term was a new development and it made him feel absolutely horrible. Lilith left, sure, but who knows what happened? Regardless of how he felt, he didn't want to hurt her.

But at the same time what about him? Lucifer hasn't been happy in a long time and he's finally building that again, not just with Charlie, but with you as well. He didn't want to just cut you out, he didn't want to hurt you either.

Plus, did you even like him? How would he even approach you? If he wanted to, even after thinking about everything.

Who was he kidding, of course, he still wanted you!

@liveontelevision *drops to my knees and bows* they worded it extremely well here and if you're reading this but you haven't read this already or you clicked the link then clicked back here, go back and read it. I don't care how long it is. Do the thing then come back.

Welcome back. It was good, wasn't it? I know.

The only awkward period for you two is the week-long contemplation of everything (half him attempting not to do what he always does when stressed but by the time he realizes he already made like 30 ducks--)

He would clearly go out of his way to either try and talk to you or avoid you. Or a cute mixture of both where he makes a scene approaching you, realizes he's not ready yet, then makes a scene so he can disappear *finger guns*

A little crisis here, a few little rubber ducks there, and a looooonnnggg conversation with Charlie and Maggie Vaggie.

Those are the ingredients to a semi-stable Lucifer with enough bravado to talk to you normally again.

He'd apologize for the times he basically pulled a Houdini in your face and he'd explain himself fully, all while also confessing his love for you.

It's choppy, it's fast-paced in some areas, and the poor blond was ready to disappear at any given moment, but that's what made it so real for you.

The weight that's lifted off of him couldn't be described, and neither could the joy that welled in him the moment he saw your beautiful smile and heard nothing but your acceptance and love.

What an emotional roller-coaster, am I right?

Lucifer Taglist: @alastorssimp @saints-wrapped-in-plastic @heart-of-the-morningstar

Requests are open! If you'd like to be tagged in future Lucifer or Hazbin Hotel content, please let me know! My asks and DMs are open to all!

[lovelytsunoda]

bare feet on linoleum // pato o ward

summary: when the voices in her head get loud, pato is there to keep her grounded

pairing: pato o ward x female reader

warnings: mentions of intrusive and anxious thoughts. title taken from the poem by lana del rey.

it always happened when she had nothing else to think about.

today, she was sitting at the dinner table, surrounded by her extended family. the trip home had been long awaited, and now she sat with her grandparents and her cousins, her four-year-old niece perched on the stool at the end of the table, a euros match playing softly from the small tv in the background.

nothing had even triggered it. in fact, it was almost a decision her mind made of its own accord: you have nothing else to think about right now, why don’t we get distressed?

in an instant, the vivid thought took over, a sucky feeling coating her limbs. she felt sluggish, clutching her hand into a fist next to her salad. her eyes seemed to cloud over as she missed something her grandad said (although it was probably a line of conversation she didn’t want to follow).

“amorcito?” patos voice was quiet, his hand reaching to unclench hers. she was gripping her knife in a white knuckled grasp, and he was worried she’d hurt herself, albeit unintentionally. “where’d you go, pretty girl?” his words were soothing, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her skin.

she took a deep breath, attempting to let the thought go and bring herself back to the present moment. “sorry. I just got a little lost in my head there for a minute. my brain has decided to be a bitch today.”

“hey,” pato kept his voice low, gentle fingers slipping through hers to cradle her hand. “none of that. do you want to talk about it?”

she shook her head, voice crackly as the thought bounced around, turning the inside of her head into an echo chamber. “not particularly.”

pato nodded. he wasn’t going to push her, knowing she was scared of being judged for the thoughts that caused her distress, even if the rational part of her brain knew that her sweet boy was the last person who would judge her for anything. if she didn’t want to talk about the thought, however big or small, because sometimes they were small things that felt like big things, the least he could do was hold her close and remind her that she was more than her thoughts.

“come here.” he said softly, slipping a warm arm around her shoulders, and allowing her to rest her weight against him.

she sighed into his embrace, feeling his arm wrap around her as she gripped his hand tighter, desperately trying to redirect her thoughts, searching for something else to focus her mind on.

patos lips were warm against her forehead, the subtle mexican lilt to his voice soothing as he spoke “you are more than your bad thoughts. whatever it is, it will pass, okay my love?”

she nodded, turning to press a quick kiss to the skin on patos neck. just being in his arms was helping relieve the bad feeling. she no longer felt shaky, a contented warmth filling her veins. her mind cleared, though it still felt hazy as she thought about her boyfriend.

“think about something good.” he encouraged, the pair still oblivious to the world around them. “what book are you reading right now?”

she thought about it, her mind travelling to the wholesome crime caper she had started the night before, her mind honing in on the troupe of meddlesome old ladies attempting to solve a murder.

she also thought about her niece, who had just said something rather funny about prawns that she managed to catch through the haze of her mind.

she laughed along with the group, slowly coming back to herself as england scored a goal in the match that still played near the kitchen sink.

while her cousin and grandparents began to cheer, she turned to pato.

“thank you.”

he smiled softly, resting his forehead against hers. “you don’t need to thank me, amorcito. I’m always here when you need me.”

“y/n,” her cousin started “do you want to help me move the plates?”

if nicole had caught on that yn was lost in her head, she didn’t show it, but yn was thankful for another task to do. something to keep her busy.

after the table had been cleared, the football match relocated to another tv, her niece curled up in the couch with her father, yn stood in the dining room doorway, leaning against pato and allowing her mind to wander again, this time into what she hoped would be happier territory: one filled with visions of her own future.

as the match reached half time, natalie reached into the record cabinet, putting on a soft folksy record by a british artist yn had never heard of.

when the soft music began to play, pato folded yn into his arms, beginning to sway softly back and forth as he held her. she would always feel safe in his arms, shrouded in a sense of calm that was like nothing else as she rested her head against his chest.

when she was with pato, all of her insecurities, all of her anxiety, all of her negative thoughts, fell away. he’s, the odd negative thought would always find its way through, but pato would be there for her through it all.

when she was with pato, she was just her.

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @userlando @thatsdemko @httpiastri

[linopls]

kinktober day nineteen

spanking meandom!jeongin x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, mean dom innie, hard degration (bitch, slut), sex toys, unprotected p in v 0.6k words

“stop fucking squirming, bitch.”

a loud smack to your ass echos through the room. his large hand massages the red, burning skin. his other hand presses the vibrator harder against your clit.

“innie, too much!” you cry, trying to wiggle your hips free of his grasp.

jeongin has draped over your lap, for every hard smack you bite down on the fabric of his jeans. his right hand bounces between planting hard smacks to massaging the skin, his left is holding a vibrator on the highest setting to your clit, taking it off for every smack and pressing it hard against your aching bundle. 

“innie, please let me cum!” you beg.

“i thought it was too much?” jeongin spits. “but it’s not enough to cum? you’re not making any sense, babe. have i gotten you to go stupid without having to take my cock out?”

you moan and whine at his words, grinding your hips down on the vibrator and biting down on his thigh. jeongin smacks his hand against your ass, harder than before. you whimper in pain and pleasure as tears start to form in your eyes.

“jeongin, please!” you cry out, clawing your nails on his lower legs.

“please, what?” you can hear the condescending smirk in his voice.

“need your cock, badly please.”

“since you asked so nicely,” jeongin coos. he wraps his arms underneath your body and stands up. he places you face down on the bed and pulls you by the ankles to the edge.

jeongin massages your ass with both hands and places a soft kiss to each cheek before pulling your hips back to meet his. you hear the sound of his belt and feel his member poke at your behind.

“are you ready, slut?” jeongin asks, pressing his tip to your entrance.

“mhm,” you nod, voice muffled by the sheets.

jeongin swiftly buries his cock deep inside of you and slaps your ass harshly again. you groan and bite down on the sheets. he begins to drill into you like an animal, the sound of skin slapping, him grunting, and your whimpers fill the room.

“so good!” you cry out, digging your nails into the sheets.

“yeah? like being treated like the slut you are?” another slap to your ass echoes through the room.

“g-gonna cum! please, can i cum?” you beg.

“so quick and easy aren’t you?” jeongin purrs, pressing his front against your back.

“please, please, please, can i cum?” 

“let it go, baby,” jeongin whispers into your ear.

tears stream down your face as your orgasm washes over you. you whimper loudly as jeongin continues to pound into you, working towards his own release. your walls pulse around him and your release coats his thick cock, making it easier for jeongin to fuck into you. before long, you’re wailing as jeongin begins to overstimulate you.

“come on, baby. give me another,” jeongin coos.

you’ve gone numb at this point. your brain is foggy and you can’t think. you want nothing more than for jeongin to drill into you all night long, making you cum over and over again. jeongin’s thrusts become irregular and he groans deeper and louder and you know he’s getting close. you clench hard around his cock and fuck your hips back into him.

“feels so good, baby. will you come with me?” jeongin groans into your shoulder.

“mhm,” you whine.

“cum,” jeongin commands and it sends you over the edge again. 

your back arches and your toes curl as you feel jeongin’s cock twitch and release deep inside you. the dirty squelching sounds of your mixing releases makes you cry into the sheets. jeongin continues to fuck you both through your orgasms until you’re kicking and prying him off of you.

“too much! too much, innie!” you wail and jeongin pulls out. 

he helps you lay, back flat against the bed, and wraps his big arms around you. one of his hands finds your hair and he runs his fingers through it. the comforting aura allows you to easily drift off to sleep, feeling so protected and so full thanks to him.

i think about those pictures of jeongin way too much

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[x--sinner--x]

I fantasize about being raped in front of a group is people. It starts fast, you smack me around a few times to disorient me. People start to notice the second or third time you hit me but they are too shocked to do anything. They just stare quietly as you viciously remove me from my clothing. A couple have even pulled their phones out to record what's happening and post it online later. One person starts to come to their senses and is about to intervene, but then I start moaning in pleasure as you punish me for moving while you ripped my clothes off. He realises my pussy is dripping and you haven't even violated it yet though that's obviously where this is going. He has no desire to help me now because it's clear, I'm a pitiful little rapedoll. The people watching start cheering you on and I know they'll never look at me the same. I can't go back to my old life but maybe you'll keep me after your done showing everyone that I'm just a little pain slut who needs to be raped.

🕸️

Holy shit. Isn't that amazing. It might be one of my fantasies too. Of course I'm gonna show you off and punish you in front of everyone else to show authority and who you belong to as these clueless bystanders can only watch.

Here is my perspective on the situation:

We are in a tightly crowded pub. You are on the dance floor, and I am at the bar table helping myself to a drink. My eyes catch you in the crowd as you dance with loose footing, the clear indication that you are drunk beyond what you should have. I take my chances and move closer to you on the dance floor and just stay there, hoping you will give me a reason for me to touch you.

It didn't take long for you to bump into me and say sorry and continue to dance, but it happened a few more times due to the thick crowd and you bouncing off people trying to dance, and eventually bumping into my chest. This is where it starts going downhill for you as I put you back where you belong.

The dance floor goes silent and the space clears out quite a bit as their brains register what's currently going on. The sound of the music drowned out the first few slaps I gave you, but eventually the music stopped and the sound of my slap echoed throughout the bar, diverting all attention on us. At this point, all of your clothes have become undone, and I have slithered my hand around your neck giving a gentle choke while my other hand is fingering your wet pussy - just like a snake coiled around its prey.

The music resumes back on - and no it's not the DJ, it's all the bystanders cheering me on in a rhythmic chorus telling me all the disgusting things they want me to do to your intoxicated body. I bend you over, and start pounding into you like a bitch in heat, and people start taking their phones out to record all that's happening. Slowly the moans started and your pussy was already leaking your squirt down your thighs.

And once I have drained my cum deep inside your holes and can see it dripping out, i drag you outside the bar and drive off into the distance as you are my prize. You belong to me now. And there is no going back.

[obsessivestar]

'Locked in the Rainforest Café w/ Ted' - Kinktober Request

{{-Who requested it? Me. I did LMAO. Tried to make it good. Y/w-}}

- After you spend half of the New York trip teasing Ted, he drags you into the Empire State Building Rainforest Café bathroom to teach you a lesson, or two, or three.

// Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI). Creampie, small breeding kink??, up against the granite fr fr)

Heavy NSFW under the cut:

You had definitely crossed a few lines during this trip, and now you're paying for it. Your bare back is pressed against the wall of the accessibility bathroom, arms loosely wrapped around Ted's neck, legs wrapped tightly around Ted's waist completely locked by your shorts and panties hanging around your ankles, whimpering and whining as quietly as you can while Ted freely pumps his cock inside of you over and over again, his last 2 releases still seeping out of you with every thrust. You didn't even know where he had thrown your shirt, the only thing you're able to focus on is his voice and his deep, rough thrusts.

"You just had to. You just fucking had to.." Ted growled in your ear, his quick breaths matching the rhythm of his smacking hips. A lovesick, stupid grin spreads along your lips as a shaky moan leaves him, little laughs escaping you. "Hand on my leg, breath on my neck, and you grope me under the fucking table? Fuck you. Fuck. Youu.." A dark purr from Ted vibrates into your ear, causing your body to shiver excitingly.

You had caused quite a bit of trouble since arriving in New York with Ted. It all started at the hotel Schlatt had paid too much money for. A touch here, a kiss there, now you're getting stuffed in the Rainforest Café bathroom. Not just a regular Rainforest Café, either. You were in the fucking Empire State Building, getting absolutely stuffed by your partner, Ted. You were on birth control, but with how much he had released inside of you already, you wondered if he'd end up putting a baby inside you anyways, a nervous yet excited pit building up inside your belly.

"N-Now my memory of this place is tainted by you, and your--ughh--f-fucking desperation for my cock. Is this what you wanted? Hmm? You want everyone to know you couldn't wait one fucking hour?"

Ted's dirty words crawl into your brain and fill your already filthy thoughts with more ideas, that dumb smile stuck on your face as you moan out for him, loud enough for him to hear but soft enough as to not cause an echo. Well, not too much of an echo.

"You better be fucking ready to keep your legs AND mouth closed when we get back out there. I hope you can't even fucking walk without my cum dripping down your legs. Fucking slut, I can't believe you.." Ted continues to growl into your ear, his thrusts becoming a bit more sloppy. His length throbbed inside your burning core, suggesting he was close to spilling more of his hot seed into you.

"P-Please, I-I need more, I--" You whimpered quietly into his ear, pressing the side of your face against his to pant and moan against him. A dark chuckle leaves Ted as you beg him and you feel him shake his head a little.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it. You wanted this..." Ted hums against you, keeping one of his hands on your hips while bringing the other up to grip your neck in an attempt to keep you quiet. You gaze down at him with dark, lustful eyes as you struggle to let your voice out, taking in rapsy breaths everytime his cock pushed deep into you. He kept you pinned up against the wall, watching your body bounce on his throbbing cock made his 3rd and final release imminent. "You wanted this. Wanted to be fucked in this fucking Café. Stupid....stupid fffucking.."

With a few good, rough thrusts, he pressed himself completely against you to force his hot semen into your entrance, a shaky, breathless moan of pure satisfaction leaving the both of you. Your thighs shivered against his waist, already feeling some of his release drip out of you. So thick...

"Son of a bitch.." Ted couldn't help but let out another low chuckle, letting go of your throat to let you breathe and relax. He shook his head at you in a scolding manner, watching your embarrassed expression as you come down from your arousing high, realizing what you both had done. "You are...the fucking worst.." Ted playfully insulted you, catching his own breath. A shaky chuckle leaves the both of you, leaning your head back against the wall of the bathroom.

"Y'think Schlatt knows what we've done?..."

"Should we tell him?.."

"Mmm...don't give him any ideas.."

[neteyamslovrr]

WRONG TO WANT YOU - PT2

summary: ever since you stepped foot onto the land of his clan he couldn't help but feel drawn to you. everything about you he craved. but he couldn't have you. not while his son called you his.

contents: 1.8k words, fem!sullyreader, swearing, cheating, ooc ao'nung, very mean ao'nung, what a bitch man, cute wari, cute sully family

authors note: part 2!!!! i've been motivated to write so im taking advantage of this. this chap isn't wari heavy but it's JUICY (laughing evilly while typing this)

(reader is 21 and tonowari is around 40. when they came to the clan she was 20 so they've only been there a year!! all characters aged up)

previous / next

The ache in your head was outstanding. It was as if your brain was pounding and bashing against your own skull. The nauseous swirling in your stomach as your eyes slowly adjusted to the light shining through the crack of your marui’s entrance.

Sitting up, your sight was foggy. Rubbing your eyes with your fingers, the surroundings slowly moving into focus.

Wait. This marui…it is different. The space is larger… the decorations are nothing like you’d seen before. A feeling of fear welled in your stomach and sunk to your toes as you tried to remember the events from before.

Though as you turned to your right and noticed a softly snoring giant next to you, you let out a blood-curdling scream. Why were you in the chief’s bed? How drunk had you become. Oh no… nothing happened … did it?

Tonowari shot up in an instance, his heart racing and eyes blown wide in alert. “Are you hurt?” He asked concerned, eyes full of anxiety, then filling with realization… Ah last night.

“Why am I here?! Why am I in your bed? Did we fuck!? Oh great mother!” You were frantic, practically shaking as you’d instinctively held the blanket to your body, almost like a child cowering behind their mother.

“No. No! Let me explain, be calm please.” Tonowari had woken up abruptly, the consequences of his actions last night hitting him in the face, much too early in the morning. Yet, in all of this chaos, he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked when the morning sun bounced off your sapphire skin. How your hair splayed across your shoulders, delicate hands close to your heart, gripping tightly onto the weaved blanket he had made years ago. Years before his mind and thoughts were corrupted by you.

“I shouldn’t be here…” You shake your head trying to rid of the horrific scenarios of your drunken stupidity out of your head. How had you ended up in the bed of your ex-boyfriend’s father. The same man who you had shamelessly dreamt about every night. He was so much older yet, your youth was attracted to him. Like two magnets pulling each other close.

“Y/N. Listen just for a moment.” His pleading eyes stared into yours. Oh how could you deny such a man filled with sweetness. He was like sugar so sweet, so addicting.

A small nod gave Tonowari the clearance to inhale deeply and start to explain the situation. “You were drunk last night…and so was I.” This only made you panic more. Two drunken idiots, that are most definitely attracted to each other?

“Please let me finish.” Tonowari pleaded seeing your eyes filling with anxiety once again. He wanted to caress your cheek, force you to stare into his eyes as he told you it was all going to be okay. But how could he allow himself to give in to that urge? What type of man would that make him?

“I followed you towards some the rocks…I was afraid you would hurt yourself. You started to cry and wail about … my son.” He winced at the mention of the Ao’nung situation that had occurred leading you to this mess. You winced as well, the memory barely fading from your memory. It stung in your heart and scratched your insides…it hurt so much. “I comforted you and took you here to sleep for the night. I did not want you going home alone.”

You nodded still grasping the situation ahead of you. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” It was incredibly embarrassing. The thought of him seeing you in such a wreck.

Tonowari frowned, a touch on your shoulder. He told himself it was friendly, but the way his fingers lit up with the feeling of your skin he couldn’t even kid himself. “Do not dare to apologize…the stupidity of my son is not something you should have ever had to endure. Y/N…I am sorry.”

He was so earnest. So honest. His words softly caressing your heart and making it flutter. Tears fought their way to well in your eyes. You refused to cry any more in front of your chief.

“Thankyou. But I should go. My family must be getting worried.” Why was your heart aching to stay, to once again cry in those huge, muscular arms. One last look at Tonowari, giving him a respectful bow as you stood up. His hand sliding off your shoulder, grazing the skin of your arm and waist.

He didn’t want you to go. If he could indulge in his greatest desires he’d keep you in his arm right in his marui, not a single soul interrupting the two of your time together. “Yes…you should. Goodbye Y/N.”

His voice was smooth yet rocky. It made no sense, but with an innocent yet yearning wave you exited the marui. Immediately speed walking towards your family’s marui for breakfast.

While you did have your own marui, you made it habit to go and eat your meals with your family. It was as if you made a heart-warming memory with them every time you sat on your woven mat and laughed with your family.

Walking into your marui your family was staring at you all each a different…an odd look on their faces. “What?” You said confused looking at them, mouth slightly agape as your younger brothers started to let out little chuckles.

“You look like a mess bro!” Lo’ak cackled out, slapping his knee in the process. Neytiri his flicking his shoulder.

“Lo’ak!”

“What?!” He pouted holding his inflicted shoulder, still chuckling every time he looked at you.

Did you look that terrible? Was it obvious you had gone too intense with the drinks? Did Tonowari think you looked terrible. Huh? Do not worry about him! You scolded yourself, refusing to let your shameful thoughts resurface in a time like this

“Sister you look slightly dishevelled that is all.” Kiri said calmly, but even she couldn’t hide the grin creeping onto her face. She tried to cover it up by eating more fruit, but her attempt was pointless.

“Hey! I do not look that bad.” A little stomp as you walked into the room, subconsciously patting down your hair.

“Yeah stop making fun of Y/N…she simply had a fun night” Neteyam giggled, even Lo’ak slapping his arm as they cracked up at the table.

Even Jake couldn’t hide his smile, the way his grown up daughter was now stomping her foot and complaining. It was just like back in the forest. Even Tuk laughed along, not like she understood of what her older siblings were referring to.

“What the- Neteyam!” A gasp left your mouth, what was this skxwang talking about. You were so going to kill him after breakfast.

“Sorry sis!” He snickered holding his hands up innocently. You simply rolled your eyes, and lightly smacked his head as you sat beside him. He gave you a tiny snarl as he continued to eat his food, and so did you. Filling your starving stomach with deliciously cooked breakfast

It was now late afternoon, the sky slowly darkening, as the calming waves rushed up just onto the tops of your feet. The water cold, but only enough to make you want to delve into the water more.

The scurrying of feet on the sand emerged from your side. Turning to investigate the sound…it was the last person you wanted to see.

Ao’nung.

Expression morphing into one of disgust, as he walked closer to you, you started to immediately get up to race away from him.

“Hey! Don’t go. C’mon Y/N! Let’s talk!” Ao’nung dragged his feet across the sand faster as he jogged up to you.

“No. Go away.” The words were cruel and stern, enough to make him rethink his decision to find and talk to you.

“Y/N! Come here for fuck’s sake! Stop being a brat!” Ao’nung had no right to be so cruel, especially when he was so deeply in the wrong.

Seething you turned swiftly marching towards him to lay a loud slap across his face. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” You hissed at him. Hand stinging from the impact.

“Did you just slap me?”

“Do you need another one? You cheating scum.” Ao’nung scoffed as he rested a tight grip on your shoulder. It was nothing like his fathers. No it was harsh and tight, there to inflict pain. Such a strong contrast to the tenderness of Tonowari’s touch.

“Get over it… c’mon Y/N it was just a mistake.” Ao’nung was lying through his teeth. He’d never admit it, but he loved every minute with that girl. Shit, he’d go back for seconds if he didn’t have girlfriend. But he’s a good boyfriend, so he won’t.

“the only mistake was trusting you.” Rage was coursing through your body. How dare he come up to you and speak with you like this as if he had not, disrespected your union and broken apart your heart.

“C’mon Y/N, is this a forest thing? Being such a bitch?” Ao’nung chuckled you, he knew everything to get right and comfortable under your skin. He had his signature smirk on his face, a shit eating grin, begging for another slap.

“Is it a reef thing? To be such a disrespectful, immature, unlovable piece of filth?” Floored. You had floored him with your words.

He had never been hit with such words of disrespect. His mouth hung open, shocked at each syllable that had the nerve to exit your mouth.

“Are you seriously calling me unlovable?” The look in his eye was evil, a glint of pure rage seething through him as his tail lashed and thumped on the ground.

You nodded, trying to not be intimidated by his towering stance.

“You were lucky that I ever gave you a chance. Freak. How could you ever think you were ever worth enough to be worthy to the reef? Even the great mother abandoned you. Nature is not on your side, and nor is love. You are a freak, a demon.”

Your heart shattered. To think he would use such low insults on you. As if you hadn’t spent night crying in his arms about you feeling so out of place, so out of luck. And he had turned your vulnerabilities into daggers back to stab you in the back.

Tears welled up in your eyes. Biting your lip, sucking in the sob that desperately begged to come out.

“did you ever love me?” I ask softly, trying to keep the shakes out of my voice, blinking away the tears.

“Who cares. I don’t now.” And those words were like a slap against your face, lashing you to a harsh reality as you whimpered.

In the long run. You wondered how you ever thought you could be loveable. You weren’t in the forest, and neither were you in the reef. And now as you seethed and tried not to sob. All emotions took over, no logic whatsoever occurring in your mind.

“Your father does.” As soon as it rolled off your tongue you wanted to suck it back in. Shit, Fuck, shit. You should not of uttered a single word.

“what.”

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[wriothesleysgf]

it's rare that the league of villains gets to celebrate their victories, and this bar visit is certainly one that you'll remember. — DABI & F ! READER.

notes | [ex]plicit content - minors dni. established relationship, in public, thigh riding, heavy dirty talk ,pet names (puppy, darling, sweetheart), some degradation.

wc | >1k

all of your whiny pleas and empty threats fell upon deaf ears. after another successful league mission, a few of you ended up in a scummy dive bar on the outskirts of town — at least there they wouldn't question why a walking crocodile, frankenstein and his bride, an old-school clown, mister mood swings, and a bubbly girl with bloodstained garments walked in.

dabi had you sat on his lap in the corner of the booth you'd commandeered earlier on. one of his arms was wrapped around you protectively, with his hand resting under your baggy sweater, and the other nursed his beer. what wasn't obvious to those around you, was that his palm wasn't splayed out and settled against the small of your back, like one would assume, it was instead toying with the hem of your panties.

though he never made a move to touch you too indecently, the salacious whispers and rhythmic bouncing of his thigh had you reduced to putty in his hands. you moved your hips against him, desperate for some kind of friction between your legs. since you'd chosen to wear a skirt, you could feel the rough denim of dabi's jeans through the sheer underwear that you wore.

"needy fuckin' pup, ain't ya?" dabi bit your earlobe as he spoke in a low voice. "grindin' on my thigh, with all these people watching... what a filthy whore you are. want me to touch you, darlin'? bet y'r thinking about my fat fucking cock splitting you in half, makin' that pretty little cunt mould around me..."

his words had the desired effect. your movements sped up. in order to supress the moans threatening to escape your throat, you had no choice but to bite down on your bottom lip.

"i know you'd enjoy it if i threw you on this table and fucked you f'r everyone to see. let 'em all know you're mine, my dirty puppy, yeah? want me to claim you with a little audience, mutt? just thinkin' about you creaming on my cock in front of people 's making me hard, doll..."

dabi's hand slid further down your back, feverishly groping at your ass. he helped you maintain your pace as you bucked against him, frenzied movements practically begging for a release.

your boldness, a dying spark that began to fizzle out, however, as you hid your face in dabi's neck. his scent, a strange concoction of smoke, ash, and whiskey overwhelmed your senses, such intoxication only driving you to continue chasing your high.

"oh, sweetheart," your boyfriend adjusted himself to growl in your ear. "is my nasty pup goin' all soft on me?" he chuckled darkly, and although you couldn't see his face, you could feel the stapled smirk staring down at you. "c'mon, i wanna see if you can cum like this. i want you to finish getting yourself off on my thigh, mutt, you can do that, can't you? be good f'me, maybe i'll take you home and fuck you like the bitch in heat i know you are, yeah? or would you rather i take you out back to that alley... could hold you up against the wall and fuck y'r brains out... keep playin' with ya until you squirt all over my cock, make a big ol' mess, you'd like that. bet there's a big fucking mess in those cute panties you have on... god, i can feel ya tremblin'. go on, cum f'me, puppy,"

your orgasm hit as if it was the period to dabi's final command. he kept a firm hold on you, not wanting anybody to see you so vulnerable despite his prior words. the villain kissed your forehead as you unfurled from your current position, showing an oddly affectionate side that he reserved for your eyes only.

"they alright?" spinner interrupted, handing dabi an unopened bottle. "it looked like they were shaking,"

your face heated up, looking at dabi in a panic. he played it calm and collected as always, mentioning that it was likely the exhaustion from the mission and its prep taking a toll on your body, and that the two of you would be calling it a night early.

as the reptile turned around, you were still trying to combat the embarrassed disposition, which certainly wasn't made easier by dabi's following words.

"c'mon, darlin'. if you think that's the only time y'r cumming tonight, you're one stupid pup,"

[deadqueerboys]

Darkwolf! Wilbur Soot x Ftm! Reader - NSFW

Requested!!

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It all started innocently, M/n would just put his hand under Wilbur's red cape while the cult was happening, but they were both so horny and Wilbur acts so pathetic in this stupid cult with those stupid clothes.. they couldn't help but grab each other when it finally finished. Well, Lord Ranboo said they were supposed to 'please their minds', and Darkwolf liked to obey his cult leader.

They're both grinding, begging for each other. M/n is grabbing Wilbur's hair that is way too long for his taste, even enjoying to call him slurs or make fun of it. The thing is: Wilbur loved it. He loved being submissive in the cult but being the master with his boyfriend as much as he loved to follow a leader. It's so innocent with the others, but so nasty with M/n.

He breaks the kiss to take a deep breath and look at his loved one, cupping his hips and nodding quickly to beg him for sex. M/n nods too, undoing his own clothes while Wilbur takes his. M/n reveal his already wet pussy and hard nipples with excitement and cold, his masculine pre-t body being way more attractive than what Wilbur remember, which turns him on even more. He finishes taking off his clothes too, putting his already hard and leaking dick inside M/n while picking him up.

Wilbur puts his cock inside his boyfriend's wet pussy slowly, enjoying the warm walls more and more as he sighs and widen his eyes, trying not to be loud. M/n laughs at Wilbur's reaction, which is funny because he always acts like a dom virgin. As he relaxes and keeps laughing, his walls become tighter and he moans, grabbing Wilbur's shoulders, leaning close to kiss him.

"End. Me." He says, kissing him after it. M/n giggles and starts to bounce on Wilbur's dick, taking all with no moans or hurt expression. He knows how much of a bitch and brat his man can be, so he feels free to take the lead.

Wilbur frowns, eyes tearing up with the please as he moves his hands to grab M/n's tits, sucking the right one while playing with the left one. He licks and buries his face there, starving for the better feeling he could have, the feeling of pleasuring the body of his lover.

He feels confident, thrusting harder, and hitting all the right spots on his body. Wilbur moans loud, looking at the lake to distract himself for cumming too soon. He knows he should stop acting like this, but lord, this is his first partner. Better than this, it's the first person who touches him without being grossed out. Right, M/n could be.. very horny. Almost all the time, which drives him crazy and sometimes even angry. But he can't help. He knows he has a big cock, if that's what's making him stay, then it works the price.

"Don't you like it, babe?" He comes up, biting M/n's neck strong enough to make the boy squirm around his cock. Wilbur keeps his mouth there, biting it harder to avoid cumming. He does it so strong that he feels blood on his mouth, making him a little bit more horny. "Don't you like being good for your master.." With a sigh, he starts panting. Wilbur laies M/n's body on the cult leader podium. "I'm sure he will forgive me later.." He whispers to himself, putting all his strength on his hold on M/n as they start to fuck faster.

M/n moans without saying a word. He feels like being fucked dumb, his brain is totally out. His thighs are closing around Wilbur as he desperately reaches to touch his own boobs, playing with them to show it to Wilbur like a good slut.

He giggles of how pathetic M/n looks, but it turns him on even more. Wilbur takes his dick out when M/n cums without a word. He slaps his cock on M/n's clit, placing his cock between his boobs and fingerings him in the leader 'desk'. M/n bounce his tits up and down, working on Wilbur while also sucking his dick head. He smirks as he does, feeling his boyfriend coming closer more and more.

Wilbur doesn't wait too much, cumming all over his lover body, the white and warm liquid feeling comfortable for a moment on M/n's body. He sighs, looking at him with some smirk and full of perv thoughts. "You know.. I'm leaving you like this. Slut." He winks, walking away to reach for his clothes, abandoning his tired boyfriend without any explanation.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yandere Gojo and Geto x Female Tanjiro Reader, NSFW please? I love Gojo, he’s such a needy bitch and would whine and complain about Reader not giving him enough attention

Minors DNI

-“Y/N~~ why don’t you love me anymore?” You gawked in surprise, turning to Satoru who was pouting deeply, looking like a kicked puppy, as he just came into the shared apartment, seeing you cuddling with Suguru.

-Suguru, who had his head on your lap, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair, couldn’t help but grin, cracking one eye open, “It’s because you’re annoying.” Satoru gasped loudly, holding his chest as if offended, “How dare you?!”

-Giggles were quick to spill from your lips, unable to contain it as Satoru quickly scrambled over, crawling onto the couch between the couch and Suguru, who complained there wasn’t enough room before Satoru pushed him from the couch, taking his spot, “Now there’s room- dote on me Y/N!”

-Suguru was quickly up, and the two men were locked up, trying to make the other submit, fighting over who would get to have your lap for attention.

-It was normally like this, they both loved you to pieces and didn’t mind sharing, but there were times they didn’t want to share, like right now- as they wanted you all to themselves.

-When you stood, placing a hand on each of their arms, to calm them down, smiling softly up at them, “Now- now, there’s no reason to fight.”

-The looked down at you before at each other and gave a nod before you squealed, being thrown over Suguru’s shoulder, “We’ll settle this in the bedroom!”

-You were stammering, your face bright red before you were tossed onto the bed with a squeal.

-You looked up, seeing the two grinning at you like you were prey as they pulled their clothes off slowly, giving you a show. When you tried to turn to crawl away, Satoru grabbed your ankle, pulling you back, “Ah-ah~ no running- you’re going to help us settle this argument. Whoever makes you cum the most times, wins!”

-Your eyes had slight fear in them, knowing that they were both gremlins, especially in the bedroom, you were going to be so sore later!

-An hour later your head felt fuzzy as you were bouncing on Satoru’s cock, sharp cries leaving your lips as his hands were holding on to your own. Your skin was flushed, covered in not only kiss marks but bite marks, and you felt so hot and sticky. You felt like your brain was melting.

-Your back was arching as Satoru grinned up at you, feeling you squeezing around him as your mouth fell open in a soundless scream as your eyes crossed.

-He grabbed your hips, bucking hard up into you, chasing his own high as you were weakly batting at his chest, feeling so overstimulated right now.

-As he filled you for the nth time for the evening, you nearly fell back, feeling so faint as Suguru caught you, pressing a gently kiss against your neck, then your cheek, “Just one more time Y/N- and you’ll be done.”

-They said that about six rounds ago.

-You whined as you were pulled off Satoru, who whined, “Hey I wasn’t done yet!” you heard skin hitting skin, as Suguru slapped Satoru’s chest, telling him to stay down, “You had your turn- now it’s my turn!”

-You cried you, instantly clenching down on Suguru as he sunk inside you, holding your hips to pull you down so he could reach the deepest part of you, making your back arch.

-Your hands came to his arms as he started pounding into you, your nails biting into his skin, your eyes hazy and full of pleasure induced tears, making him grin almost ferally, “I love it when you look like this- so messy- so beautiful!!”

-His hand dropped down to between your legs, touching your little button and you bit your lip as you felt like everything was being electrocuted. Suguru’s pace faltered, hissing out between clenched teeth, feeling like you were going to snap him off.

-Satoru was grinning, rolling to his belly, teasing, “Ooh~ that looks like it feels good~ can you tell me Y/N- does it feel good?”

-Between Suguru’s unrelentless place plus flicking at your most sensitive area, and Satoru’s teasing, you quickly fell apart, your vision going white as you squirted, hard, as you came.

-The two men froze, seeing what you had done, they didn’t realize you could do that.

-They both grinned, looking excited before they froze, seeing that you had fainted and quickly they were moving to take care of you, Satoru preparing a bath to clean you up and Suguru changing the sheets.

-You did so well for them- but they didn’t figure out who won. Perhaps they would need to have another competition, on who could make you squirt the most.

-Get some rest Y/N- you’re going to need it!

[webslingingslasher]

NO BC I NEED ETHAN TO OVERHEAR JAMES CALLING TROUBLE TROUBLE AND LIKE SOBER UP AND BE LIKE "OH SHIT"

ethan 🤝 reader : making peter's life harder

"who does he think he is? a prick, that's who. some douchey, prick with small hands. you see those things, E? fucking terrifying."

ethan licked beer foam off his lips, watching his best friend slowly seethe was the most interesting part of the night. "she looks like she's having fun."

"fuck you, she is."

ethan shrugged, peter watched you for twenty more seconds before ethan's comment seeped into his brain, shoving his cup into ethan’s hand before nodding at it.

"here, finish this."

"why?" didn't matter, he was chugging.

peter plucked the red cup away, "great, now i need a new drink."

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"real subtle, parker. surprised you didn't piss on her leg."

peter bounced his shoulder off his friends, "dunno what you mean, just kissing the girl i like, nothing more, nothing less."

"what would you do if james started making out with her? like, hardcore sloppy kiss action."

"well, i mean, i guess i'd just die."

ethan nodded his head at a passing brother, downing a quick shot. exhaling harshly at the burn his chin lifted when you made quick eyes around the room, noticing him and relaxing.

"there she goes.... there she goes again." he sings out, peter looks up, a proud grin settles.

making eye contact with peter and your eyes light up, "i can see her tail wagging, is it possible for girls to simp?"

peter scoffs, "yeah, it's called being a girl."

ethan clicks his tongue, "that must make you a bitch, petey." the nickname said with a hilt, putting on a light feminine voice, peter's blood ran cold.

"i swear to fucking god, i'll fucking kill- hey, trouble!"

wrapping your arms around his bicep and leaning against him, "hello, i'm thinking about getting drunk, but i don't wanna, help?"

ethan held his fist out, "sup, little trouble," you tapped his knuckles, "sup, edawg,"

peter kissed the top of your head and smoothed your hair down, "you wanna get inebriated but not drunk?" you nod, "si, papi."

peter nodded at his friend nonchalantly, "that's yes, daddy, for the uncultured."

ethan looked at you, "ditch the nerd and i'll smoke you out."

untangling your arms, "deal."

"this is literally my worst nightmare, thank you both."

ethan drops his empty beer can, impressively downed three in the five minutes he's been standing there.

"refill and parker's balcony, you heard?"

you salute and turn into peter, quick to attack him with kisses the minute you were alone. giggling in his hold when ethan returned, two cans in one hand, an open one in the other.

"little trouble, hit up my room and in the center part of my desk i should have a backwood."

pushing away from peter when james walked over, “hey, trouble. wanna let me smoke you out?”

ethan's head moved like a swivel on a stick, blinking quickly at the tall blonde, shaking his head like he made up what he just heard. looking at peter for a reaction, his entire footing changed, you were pulled behind him.

"what did you just call her?"

ethan looked between the three faces with speed, ready to interfere with fists, but was able to let his guard drop when james walked away skittish before peter could take another step.

immediately, ethan starts barking.

"that's you, you fucking guard dog."

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twenty nine

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the delay in updating! I don't think I'm going to get another one out tonight so I will do my best to update tomorrow! TWO CHAPTERS LEFT AFTER THIS ONE!

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Darkness encased around me like a cloud, the only noise that I could hear was dripping water from somewhere in the darkness. I blinked my eyes hoping it would help adjust but it did nothing, not being able to see anything in front of me. My heart began to pound hard against my chest when I realized that I couldn’t move, my body being tied to a chair. I thrashed against it but my screams were silenced by the tape that was covering my lips. 

How did I get here? 

My brain throbbed as I tried to remember what happened. Bucky and I shared a night entwined together and while I was in the kitchen someone attacked me from behind. 

“Clint!”  his name was mumbled against the tape.

Muffled screams bounced around the room as the chair moved beneath me, my body violently moving against my binds. The legs of the chair scraped against the cement floor, the noise drowning out my yells. 

“You can try all you want, no one is going to find you here.” 

A light clicked on above me and my eyes blinked to adjust to the sudden brightness. The familiar soft voice halted my movements as I watched the red head emerge from the darkness. 

“Long time no see, Y/N,” she tilted her head with a smirk. 

Curses went unheard as they spewed from my lips but my scream was heard as the tape was ripped off. 

“Fucking bitch,” I spat at her feet. “I should have figured that you would also be behind this, Natasha.” 

She bent at her knees, becoming eye level with me. “Do you know how hard it was to sit in that house, MY house, and listen to Bucky fuck you?” 

“You were there?” I asked, baffled. 

There was a glimmer as Natasha removed something from her back pocket, the metal shining under the light. My heart jumped into my throat when she gripped the knife handle tighter in her hand. 

“I can’t believe he went back to you,” Natasha kept her eyes on the knife. “After everything we went through.” 

I snorted. “Lying about being pregnant? That’s fucked up.” 

A sharp hiss of pain fell from my lips when Natasha pressed the blade deep into the side of my neck, blood pooling down over my chest. 

“I had to do something! He was going to leave me for you!” 

The disgust dripped from her voice as she pressed the knife even harder into my neck. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to egg her on even more. 

“What makes you so special?” She scoffed while looking over at me. 

“I’m not perfect,” I shook my head. “Even though you kidnapped me, you didn’t deserve to be cheated on.”

“Do you know what he told me the night he kicked me out?” Natasha asked. 

I did my best to ignore the crazed look in her eyes. 

“Bucky never loved me. Our whole marriage was a lie, just a facade so he could keep his rank in the mob.” 

I nodded, remembering what he told me so long ago. 

It was an arranged marriage. 

“You didn’t have to agree to the arrangement. The both of you could have been with someone you loved.” 

Natasha laughed. “Like you?” 

“No,” I shook my head. “Like Clint.” 

She reeled back, standing straight and put the knife back into her pocket. 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Baron Zemo told Bucky and I a lot about the two of you,” I informed her. 

Just then, the door opened and in walked Clint who had a darkness in his eyes. 

“I only told you to come check on her, nothing else,” He snapped at Natasha. 

I watched as the two of them bicker back and forth, muttering things under their breath, and took this time to try and undo the binds that my hands were in. They were tied in my lap so I had to be careful to make sure that Clint or Natasha couldn’t see what I was doing. 

There was a quick flash of Bucky in my mind, his smile and the way his eyes crinkled while he looked at me. 

Surely he must have noticed that I was missing, right?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Clint’s hand was wrapped around my throat, immediately cutting off my oxygen. I did my best to fight against him while Natasha cut the binds around my hand so he could lift me to my feet, eyes meters from mine. 

“Try all you want, you’re never getting out of here.” 

A mute sob fell from my lips as Clint tightened his grip before throwing me to the ground. 

“You’re so pathetic,” Natasha spat while kicking my side. 

I coughed in pain, grabbing my now throbbing stomach. 

“Bucky was right about you,” she continued while kneeling in front of me. 

“Fuck you,” I spat at her feet again. 

The sound of skin on skin echoed when Natasha’s fist collided with my lips, the copper taste filling my mouth. 

I cursed when her fingers wretched my neck back by pulling at my hair, now looking up at her. 

“He told me that you were obsessed with him, you wouldn’t leave him alone. Practically threw yourself at him,” Natasha said. 

I shook my head the best I could in her grasp. “You’re lying.” 

She ignored me. “He was only with you because he felt sorry for you. You were an easy fuck.” 

My head reeled back and collided with her nose, sending Natasha onto her ass. She stared at me shocked and I scrambled to my feet to run past her but strong arms wrapped around me. 

“LET ME GO!” I screamed while fighting against Clint. 

“Stop fighting!” 

He threw me to the ground yet again, only this time my head smacked against the concrete floor, instantly knocking me out. 

Six days. 

I had been held captive in this small room for the last six days. Clint and Natasha would switch off on torturing me, the healed cuts were out shadowed by the fresh ones, the dried blood sticking to my skin. They covered my arms, legs, and stomach. My hair was matted with blood from the small gash on the back of my head from when Clint threw me to the hard ground the first night. The bruise around my eye, however, was the worst of my injuries. It was dark, covering the right side of my face, and it was a bullseye for Clint or Natasha when they needed to take their anger out on me. 

The only way I was able to see it was because of the small mirror that hung up on the wall of the room. 

I graduated from being tied to the chair to now being handcuffed to a random pipe in what I realized was the basement of wherever I was being held. It allowed me a few inches of space but not much. 

Clint would only unhandcuff me when I needed to use the bathroom but he would make sure he stayed close, in case I was going to run. The thought definitely crossed my mind once or twice but I was afraid of what they would do to me if I tried. 

The bathroom had a small window where I was able to look out and see that the house I was in was located in the middle of the woods, far away from any kind of civilization. 

For the first few days I had high hopes that someone would come for me, save me, and I fought to get out of here. Fight to survive. But now, almost a week later, my fight was gone. Natasha’s words weighed heavy in my mind. 

You meant nothing to Bucky, all he wanted from you was to get fucked. 

In the beginning, I didn’t believe her. It was all a lie to get under my skin. But now, I questioned everything. If he truly cared for me, if I meant a lot to him, he would have found me by now; saved me. 

Right?

I brought my knees to my chest and rested my cheek against them, a broken sigh falling from my lips. My tired eyes rested on the growing plates of untouched food from today. The only nice thing that they did for me was bringing me something to eat but with everything I had gone through, I didn’t have an appetite. 

The door to the basement opened and Natasha walked in with a smug smile on her face. 

“Geez, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?”

“Fuck you, Natasha,” I cursed not bothering to look at him. 

He sighed while pulling the chair in front of me and took a seat, his elbows resting on his knees. 

“It’s pathetic how much you’ve given up,” she said. “Bucky would be embarrassed for you if he saw you like this. Too bad he won’t be coming.” 

I turned to look at her. “What makes you so sure?” 

“I wrote him a note pretending it was from you, saying that you decided to leave him. You need some time to think about things and make sure he doesn’t call you.”

I clicked my tongue. “That’s that then.” 

Natasha lifted my chin so I could look up at her. “There’s no fight in you, huh?” 

The light was gone for my eyes as I shrugged. “Might as well kill me.” 

“Now where’s the fun in that,” she smirked while uncuffing me from the pipe. 

Natasha saw the confusion on my face. “Bathroom break.” 

No words were said as I let her guide me towards the bathroom that I figured was down the hall on the left side, right across the door that led straight outside to the back yard. She was a few steps in front of me, back facing me, so she didn’t see my eyes dart from her form to the door a few times. 

Bucky’s voice was loud in my mind at that moment, a final ditch effort to fight. 

Run, doll. Fast. Don’t look back. 

My feet took off before I could even think of the ramifications on what would happen if I got caught. It was the middle of the night, the sun setting a few hours ago, so the cold air wrapped around my bare legs, me still wearing the same clothes I was the night I was taken. 

Bucky’s shirt and a pair of his boxers. 

My feet were bare and were getting scraped up by the branches and leaves that crunched beneath them, the house getting farther behind me. 

Keep going, doll. I’ll find you; I promise.

Bucky’s voice filled me as I ran harder, faster, doing my best to find the safety I desperately needed. Until a gunshot echoed throughout the trees, my body falling into a heap on the ground. 

[jenthebug]

Home early with migraines.

Had one this morning, took my new meds (Ubrelvy), got motherfucking brain fog. 😭 Sounded like an idiot on air.

Got another migraine around 1300 and bounced. I’m done. I told Burly Man that I’d bitch at my neurologist and get better meds, and I will eventually, but the mychart app doesn’t have dark mode and I can’t hang with light mode right now. Will bitch later.

We had two terrible calls today, a preteen in cardiac arrest who didn’t survive, and a shooting. Everyone else gets all geeked up about shootings. I don’t. They’re stressful and they suck. If I never had to dispatch another one, it would be too soon.

I called Jay* after the cardiac arrest. Knowing that my own kid is okay helps me feel better after sad pediatric calls…but it doesn’t help that poor kid’s mom.

* “What’s up, just wanted to say hi and I love you! Doing okay? Oh good. Okay, love you, bye!” (I don’t actually tell him what happened, he doesn’t want or need to know that.)

Anyway. I’m gonna be a piece of furniture until bedtime.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

28

Fine Line – Kesha for this Ask Game

I've been hiding my anger, but bitch look at me now

I'm at the top of the mountain, with a gun to my head

Am I bigger than Jesus, or better off dead?

There's a fine line between genius and crazy

There's a fine line between broken and breaking

Spent my whole life tryna to change what they're saying about me

Sick of walking that fine line

Ficlet:

Just like the water balloon Will had overfilled last summer, El feels like she’s ready to pop. It’s like, she’s a balloon. She’s always been a balloon. In the lab, it’d been easy. Papa told her what to fill herself with, told her when to persevere, and when to pop.

Now? Everyone tells her everything all the time. In California, Jonathan had been disappointed when she’d smacked that bully in the face. But when Hopper had found out, he’d clapped her on the back and laughed, liked he was proud.

Who is right?

She hopes it’ll be easier, back in Hawkins. And it is. Max whacks ankles with her cane if anyone so much as scoffs at her, and she has Mike, and all her other friends. But math still turns to mush in her brain, and she still spends long days trying to sit still in quiet classrooms that remind her far too much of locked playrooms.

Now that the Upside-Down is gone, it’s like something in her has atrophied. Will’s flourishing without the Mind Flayer tethering him down. Like, every gate closing has awoken something in him where the shadows used to be – something talkative and confident and happy. El is happy, too. For him.

But where does that leave her? The unwilling weapon. The one to save their lives when all the chips are down. What’s the point of sitting quietly in a droll classroom compared to saving her own little corner of the world?

Hopper tells her that it will settle down within her. He rubs her shorn head roughly and tells her that thing inside her that’s always waiting to fight will grow dormant. El doesn’t believe him.

Everyone is surprised when all the windows shatter, seemingly without provocation, one day in Mrs. Click’s class while El is being reprimanded for her poor performance on a test. El’s not surprised. She’s an overfilled balloon, of course she’d burst.

Dustin gives her a look, wide eyed and panicked as everyone else begins shrieking. She pointedly doesn’t meet his gaze. There’s nothing really to say.

But word travels fast around the party. It’s not Joyce who picks her up after school – it’s Steve.

She hasn’t spent much time with Steve, but she’s heard stories. Dustin especially admires the boy, but even Mike has a little bit of admiration tucked away for him. It’s Max’s opinion that makes her get in the car, though.

Max, who’s sullen and euphoric in waves now that she’s at half-sight and half-mobility. Friends and parents have dropped out of her life in the strain, but Steve’s name falls out of Max’s mouth every other sentence. Steve, who lets her stay at his house sometimes. Steve, who goes grocery shopping with her, who helped her clean her house. Who roughhouses with Max the way no one else will anymore.

El gets in the car.

There’s upbeat music playing quietly from the speakers. He bops his head to it as he pulls away from the school.

“What’s up, Supergirl?” he asks, hands on the wheel, eyeing her from his sideways vantage point.

No one calls her Supergirl anymore. There’s nothing left to save.

“You picked me up,” El says, sullen and euphoric in waves.

Steve laughs, barking and ugly. It makes El smile down at her shoes. “Dustin called me, you know,” he says. El’s smile curls down as something pit-like sinks into her stomach.

She watches the fractals of evening light bounce around on her legs, waiting to be reprimanded. It doesn’t come. The song changes, something more droning and somber as El looks up from her feet.

Steve’s staring out the windshield, still smiling. “I still sleep with my bat under my bed, you know.” She nods, doesn’t know what to say. “And I drive around sometimes, making sure all you kids are safe.”

El feels her brow furrow as she looks at Steve. She doesn’t know him well enough to read his expression. “The Upside-Down is gone,” she says, echoing Hoper and Joyce, and Mike, and almost all her friends.

Steve laughs again, but El doesn’t think he actually finds it funny. “I know!” Steve says, still smiling. “Robin’s been saying that same thing to me, but you know what?”

Lucas had taught her about rhetorical questions, so she waits a while before realizing she should answer. “No, I don’t know what.”

He glances over at her. “I don’t feel like it’s over,” he says quietly, like it’s a secret between the two of them, before bursting out a drawn-out sigh. “Everyone’s acting like it’s all over so we should move on, but how do I do that?”

El analyzes his profile. His eyebrows are pinched but he’s still smiling. She thinks he looks sad. “I miss it,” El whispers.

Steve pulls over and turns the key in the ignition. He turns his whole body to look over at her. “The Upside-Down?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “Being Supergirl.”

His lip quirks back up, small and just on one side as he looks up at her growing-out hair before looking back down to meet her gaze. “You’ll always be Supergirl,” he says, talking through her scoff. “But it’s gotta be tough going from saving the world to flunking algebra.”

El scoffs. “I am not flunking!” she says, indignant. “I have a C!”

“Hell yeah, Supergirl!” he says, beaming as he reaches over the console to slap his hand against hers.

“Max has helped.”

Steve hums, sits, and waits to see if she has anything else to say, but she’s a water balloon, recently emptied, so she stays quiet.

He starts the car and drives.

It isn’t until he’s pulling up to her house, Hopper standing on the porch with crossed arms and a glare on his face that she speaks. “It is hard,” she says.

Steve nods, staring out into the dark woods like he’s expecting something to come barreling out of it. “I know,” he says. “Walkie me if you want me to kidnap you to go beat the shit out of the trees with me or something.”

El smiles, feels the way it stretches her cheeks almost painfully with the force of it. “Thank you, Steve,” she says, hopping out of his car with a wave.

She walks up to her house, ready now, to meet her destiny; even if her destiny is being yelled at by an overprotective Father and grounded for three weeks.

It’s still hard, but it’s a little easier when it’s shared with a friend.