#despite everything in his body screaming at him

[rafes-slut]

Ex rafe after months of no contact sends you video of jerking off with your name leaving his lips

Pairing: Ex!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), heavy smut, masturbation, sexting, video sharing, obsession, possessive behavior, toxic dynamics, Rafe is taken (cheating), angst, past relationship tension, longing, language.

You were nearly asleep—right on the edge, that sweet, heavy place where your limbs don’t quite work and your eyes stay half-lidded. The hum of your phone vibrating on the nightstand barely registered, but instinct had your hand reaching for it blindly, thumb unlocking the screen with muscle memory before you even processed it.

You didn’t look at the name. Didn’t care. Probably some group chat blowing up with something you could ignore until morning. Your fingers swiped through your notifications lazily, barely aware of what you were doing. But then, your thumb hovered.

Rafe Cameron.

The breath caught in your throat, eyes snapping wide as if someone dumped ice water on you. That name was like a slap—one you hadn’t felt in months. Not since you ended things, cut him off, blocked him on everything that mattered. Apparently, not everything.

Your heart raced. You should’ve exited. Closed your phone. Turned it off and thrown it across the room. But your thumb betrayed you, tapping the chat before your brain could catch up. And there it was—no message. Just a video.

Out of the blue. Out of nowhere. Rafe.

You swallowed hard, thumb hesitating over the play button. Part of you screamed don’t do it. The other part—the weaker one, the one he knew too well—clicked play.

The screen lit up, and your body stiffened immediately. The angle was tight, up close, the image shaky. You could see the veins in his hand, the familiar curve of his cock as he stroked it slow and hard, his breath heavy in the background.

“Fuck, baby,” his voice groaned low, and your stomach clenched instantly, breath hitching as you watched, helpless.

His hand sped up, slick, movements desperate. “You miss me, huh? Bet you do. Bet you miss this fuckin’ dick inside you.” His voice was raspier now, strained, and you felt the heat flush between your thighs, a heartbeat pulsing there that you hadn’t felt in months.

Your name spilled from his lips, strained and messy, like a prayer or a curse as he came—thick ropes spilling across his knuckles, his breathing ragged. The video ended abruptly after that, the screen fading to black, leaving you stunned, phone clutched in your shaking hand.

Then the message came.

My dick misses you. So do I. She doesn’t make me feel the way you do.

Your stomach flipped. The air in the room felt suffocating. You were wide awake now, eyes locked on the screen, mind racing, heart pounding.

He was taken. You knew that. Heard the rumors, saw the pictures—but this. This was him reaching out in the most Rafe way possible. Toxic. Filthy. Desperate.

And you hated how your body responded. Hated the way your legs pressed together, the ache blooming deep in your core, slick pooling despite the chaos in your chest.

Rafe fucking Cameron. Months of silence and he still knew how to undo you with a single message.

You didn’t stop watching. You hit replay.

[kitkatscabinet]

WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AGAIN

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn! reader

Summary: you would fall in love with him over and over again.

Word count: 1k

A/N: Lyrics come from Would You Fall in Love with Me Again from Epic.

You were exhausted, work had been an absolute bitch today. You'd ended up leaving nearly an hour late, and then the grocery store had been out of the products you liked.

All you wanted to do was collapse face-first into your bed and sleep all weekend. You close the door behind you with your foot, the street lights filtering in from your apartment window your only source of light as you step towards the counter.

That same window that you very quickly realised was open, with a distinctly human-like shape crawling halfway through it.

You screech, stepping back in alarm and raising the plastic bags in your hands in front of you as a flimsy and pathetic barrier.

"No, no! Please don't be scared. It's me. It's me." The stranger pleads, stepping through the ajar window hurriedly, extending to a frankly terrifying height.

Yet any words, or screams you may have conjured die a swift death in the back of your throat.

The groceries fall to the floor with a thud, eggs cracking and vegetables bruising. Though the lighting was terrible, you couldn't help the wave of familiarity that washed over you.

It was stupid of you. It couldn't possibly be him, yet your body moved forward with single-minded determination, ignoring the warning sirens going off in your brain.

"Is it really you?" you walked dazedly forward, shaky hands reaching out to cup his scarred cheek. "Or am I dreaming once more?" Your voice is hoarse, and hesitant, distant to your ears

The man leaned into your touch, Jason, leaned into your touch. The tension melts from his broad shoulders, much larger than you remembered him being. His eyes shutter closed, brow relaxing as he basks in the feel of your gentle touch.

He was different, how couldn't he be? With the years that had come and gone, the unknown sufferings and horrors he must have undergone. Aside from the grotesque J-shaped scar carved into his cheek, his face had developed faint stress lines, dark circles lining under his eyes.

His eyes. The deep cerulean you'd loved so much was still the same, but the playful spark was gone, replaced with a weary exhaustion you longed to erase.

"I'm not the boy you fell in love with. I've done things... monstrous things." Even his voice had changed, a gravelly rasp that you suspected wasn't just from the tears threatening to spill over his misting eyes. "Any kindness, any goodness I might have possessed, has long been snuffed out. I'm not the Jason you knew before."

He's pacing now, agitated as he avoids your gaze, fearful of rejection.

You approach slowly, as if reaching for a frightened stray, fingers entwining with his much larger and calloused ones in a gentle grip, stopping him in his tracks despite how easily he could undoubtedly escape.

"What have you done Jay?" There's nothing but open acceptance in your gaze, a softness he'd forgotten could even exist. Everything about you was softer than the harsh, cutting edges of the League.

"These hands you cradle so lovingly are soaked in blood. I've become an entity of violence." He croaked. "I've callously traded lives, all of it to bring me home to you."

His chest shuddered on his next inhale as he all but rips himself out of your grasp. Instantly, you mourn the loss of contact, "It's selfish of me, but I can't help wondering. Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew what I've done? Could you even love me the same?"

He couldn't bring himself to glance in your direction, terrified of seeing the disgust in your eyes. He heard your soft footsteps approaching as he stubbornly refused to look at you, seeing only your hands reaching out to him once more.

He's too weak to pull away, even as you snake a hand up his chest to splay across his neck gently, your thumb rubbing circles against his jaw as you tilted his head up to look at you.

"I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person. You'll always be my Jason."

You were exhausted, work had been an absolute bitch today. You'd ended up leaving nearly an hour late, and then the grocery store had been out of the products you liked.

All you wanted to do was collapse face-first into your bed and sleep all weekend. You close the door behind you with your foot, the street lights filtering in from your apartment window your only source of light as you step towards the counter.

That same window that you very quickly realised was open, with a distinctly human-like shape crawling halfway through it.

You screech, stepping back in alarm and raising the plastic bags in your hands in front of you as a flimsy and pathetic barrier.

"No, no! Please don't be scared. It's me. It's me, " the stranger pleads, hurriedly stepping through the ajar window and extending to a frankly terrifying height.

Yet any words or screams you may have conjured die a swift death in the back of your throat.

The groceries fall to the floor with a thud, eggs cracking and vegetables bruising. Though the lighting was terrible, you couldn't help the wave of familiarity that washed over you.

It was stupid of you. It couldn't possibly be him, yet your body moved forward with single-minded determination, ignoring the warning sirens going off in your brain.

"Is it really you?" you walked dazedly forward, shaky hands reaching out to cup his scarred cheek. "Or am I dreaming once more?" Your voice is hoarse, and hesitant, distant to your ears

The man leaned into your touch, Jason, leaned into your touch. The tension melted from his broad shoulders, which were much larger than you remembered him being. His eyes shuttered closed, his brow relaxing as he basked in the feel of your gentle touch.

He was different; how couldn't he be? With the years that had come and gone, the unknown sufferings and horrors he must have undergone. Aside from the grotesque J-shaped scar carved into his cheek, his face had developed faint stress lines, dark circles lining under his eyes.

His eyes. The deep cerulean you'd loved so much was still the same, but the playful spark was gone, replaced with a weary exhaustion you longed to erase.

"I'm not the boy you fell in love with. I've done things... monstrous things." Even his voice had changed, a gravelly rasp that you suspected wasn't just from the tears threatening to spill over his misting eyes. "Any kindness, any goodness I might have possessed, has long been snuffed out. I'm not the Jason you knew before."

He's pacing now, agitated as he avoids your gaze, fearful of rejection.

You approach slowly as if reaching for a frightened stray, fingers entwining with his much larger and calloused ones in a gentle grip, stopping him in his tracks despite how easily he could undoubtedly escape.

"What have you done, Jay?" There's nothing but open acceptance in your gaze, a softness he'd forgotten could even exist. Everything about you was softer than the harsh, cutting edges of the League.

"These hands you cradle so lovingly are soaked in blood. I've become an entity of violence." He croaked. "I've callously traded lives, all of it, to bring me home to you."

His chest shuddered on his next inhale as he all but ripped himself out of your grasp. Instantly, you mourned the loss of contact. "It's selfish of me, but I can't help wondering. Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew what I've done? Could you even love me the same?"

He couldn't bring himself to glance in your direction, terrified of seeing the disgust in your eyes. He heard your soft footsteps approaching as he stubbornly refused to look at you, seeing only your hands reaching out to him once more.

He's too weak to pull away, even as you snake a hand up his chest to splay across his neck gently, your thumb rubbing circles against his jaw as you tilt his head up to look at you.

"I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person. You'll always be my Jason." 

“What? You can’t possibly…” He shakes his head in denial. He was a killer, a monster. Why couldn’t you understand, you were far too good for him; he hadn’t even meant for you to find out he was still alive. 

“Don’t presume to know how I feel, Jason.” You said sternly before your face softened once more, your fingers tracing his skin almost reverently again. 

“But — ”

“No buts. I don’t… I don’t give a fuck what you’ve done. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but the only thing that matters to me is that you’re alive. That you’re here, with me.” Despite your soft tone, there’s a fierceness in your eyes and desperation in your touch as you grasp onto him as if he may evaporate into smoke at any second. 

Jason knows that he’s not a good man. He’s selfish, greedy, and so, so weak to your touch. He’s been dreaming of this for years, of your touch, of you. Now that he finally has it again, he doesn’t think he’s strong enough to leave like he knows he should. Watching from afar, checking in to make sure you were safe, wouldn’t be enough anymore.

He whispers your name, a choked prayer as he finally allows himself to fully succumb to your loving embrace. He drops to his knees, face buried in the crook of your neck as you both hit the floor together, his arms locking you against his chest. 

The noise of Gotham’s nightlife fades to a distant blur, salty tears wetting the neck of your shirt as he urgently inhales your scent, committing the long-lost smell to his memory. 

“How long has it been?”

“Six years,” you answer through your own tears before saying the words he’d ached to hear, “I love you.”

“Truly? After all these years?” He rests his forehead against yours, raw vulnerability on display. 

“Always, " you firmly declare before pulling him into a deep kiss, and Jason temporarily forgets his worries and insecurities because all that matters is you. That after six gruelling years, he’s finally home.

[lukie17]

Eloping with the LA&DS

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Sylus & Caleb

🌟 Xavier 🌟

There was something mesmering about Xavier. His prince like mannerisms were a contrast to his jealous and possessive side. The perfect gentleman who wanted to have all of you, as if he were afraid that someone was going to take you away. Despite his inner turmoil, Xavier always gave you the chance to choose, to leave and come back as you pleased. Always waiting for you and when you always came back, he was over the moon.

You watch him sleep, the moonlight shinning in his lashes and face only made him look ethereal, like prince from a forgoten land. Moving closer to him, your hand draw the the line of his jaw, wondering how such peaceful man was one of the most lethal hunters. Everything about Xavier was a mystery, from his sleepiness to the way he always seemed to know more he let you know. And you were pulled like to a month to a flame, Xavier was everything you didn't know you ever missed.

As the prince opened his eyes, looking at the deepest part of your soul, a memory sparkled at the back of your mind. A distant voice that made a promise but it was never fulfilled, maybe that is why you said the words without a second thought.

"Let's elope and go to Uluru" Ulluru... What a curious place, you thought, but somehow it felt right.

His breath caught, Xavier quickly sit up, his lips almost over yours, in his eyes there was a hint of hesitation but also of hope.

"What did you say?" His voice almost above a whisper.

"Let's elope and go to Ulluru" your hands cuping his face "Xavier, let's elope. Let's be together...!!!!"

Tears fell from his face, like shooting starts but there was no sadness in them. Only a glimmer of hope and love. Xavier answered you by kissing you, his body caging you between his frame before pulling you. His hold gentle but firm, Xavier once had made the mistake of not reaching for you when he had the chance, and he was never going to make that mistake again.

Unknown to you, Xavier had now a reason to make to the next spring.

❄️ Zayne❄️

Zayne was a man of reason, of habits, everything had to be measured by a rule. He never let himself go nor give less than he could. Every single one of his plans was always followed by a strict rule, nothing came out of the spur of the moment. And when something out of his control happened, his approach was clinical, as if he had already had a plan.

But when certain Miss Hunter came to his life, he had to learn that sometimes it was okay to not have a plan, to enjoy moments that were chaotic but fun. Zayne had never a dull moment with you, you were the fire that drawn him in the middle of a storm. And for someone who's evol was ice, you certainly made him ignite from time to time, like you had just done.

His ears and neck were red, he took a sip of his excessively sweet coffee before asking you to repeat yourself. Mischievous as you were, you leaned forward, stealing one of his macarons, you were torturing him.

"Let's elope" you bit the dessert, cringing at how sweet it was "Let's run away, Zayne, just for one day. Let's not be Doctor Zayne nor Miss Hunter"

His rational side wanted to fight, bring you to your senses, but his heart? His heart was screaming, and his mind following the beat of his heart remembering that the had all of your important documents stored in his laptop. In an attempt to gain some sense of control, Zayne took what remain of the macaron and eat it, in the process taking your cup and drinking it as if it were his own.

There was nothing measured in your offer, and Zayne found himself craving into it. His mind already making plans about where you could to. The silence made you felt anxious, afraid of making some kind of mistake, but his reassuring voice grounded you once again.

"If we leave now, we might be able to arrive on time for the next train" His hand reaching yours and placing a kiss on your ring finger "Are you ready, my love?" For a man with ice for evol, he knew how to melt your heart.

Standing up from your place, you pulled him up, your legs already finding the way to the exist. The snowman behind you, smiling at your excited figure. How would know that a man like him would end up which such a treasure?

His devotion to you might never be able to take form in words, but his actions would always his heart. Zayne prayed that nothing would take you away from him, prayed that the sudden chill at the tip of his fingers would be ingored by you. Zayne would fight fate if needed to be by your side.

🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🐦‍⬛

There was nothing ordinary about this man. His mind always thinking about how to get the upper hand, but this time you managed to overpower him by just asking one phrase.

"Elope with me"

It was not a question nor a request. His usual playful banter died as his eyes landed on yours. There was not a single trace of doubt nor foolery in the eyes he loved to stare at. Only devotion and pure raw love. Sylus chuckled and take your hands in his.

"Are you sure, kitten?"

Sylus was giving you away out, he wanted to give you that option. His life was one marked with danger, that was all he knew, the risk , the thrill of doing something that could take his life any second now. You were a hunter, righteousn, pure and unique, and yet you chosed to love someone as twisted as him.

A kiss was your answer, the devotion in your eyes shined more that everything he could wish for. Sylus let himself loose in the way your lips captured his, savouring the warm before pulling away.

Thirty minutes later, you were riding his private jet. Sylus new about a place where no one would ask questions, the two of you will be just lovers who ran away. He saw you sleeping the way there, as if the thing you asked for was no big deal, as if you hadn't ask him to give himself away to you.

Sylus was finishing wrapping things up, Luke and Kieran would be taken the N109 zone, and with those two everything would be handled until your rendezvous have ended.

But you forgot something about Sylus, he liked big things, he was a man that was prepared for everything. His contacts on the island he knew, you would be free on where already working on a small venue. And the scarlet wedding dress that he had bought a weeks ago was already making his way there.

Sylus wondered how would you react to the dress. A dress he had tailores just for you, not that he had planned to give it you, it was spur of the moment think he ordered after he saw a tailor did. He had paid handsomely for that dress, so you would be the only one wearing it. But he never thought that you were only be wearing it for him alone. The drool of your face made Sylus chuckle, wondering his silly kitten had asked him to elope.

🍎 Caleb 🍎

It was a lazy afternoon and due to the injuries he had received during his last mission, Caleb was able to spend time in Linkon with you. Since it was a perfect day, Caleb had decided to go a picnic with you, now you were resting under a tree. His arms crossed behind his head while you were laying at the top of him, listening to his hearth.

Some part of you wonderer what would it be just to have a simple life, one where wanderers nor ever existed. One where your life was not at danger nor Caleb had to act as your human shield. Maybe he could have been a chef and you could have been something else, an artist, a lawyer or even a teacher. But the cold contact if his robotic arm told you that life could never be.

But maybe for one afternoon you could play pretend, you could go back to the times you and Caleb played at being mom and dad. Maybe you could go back at those times for weekend, a sudden rush of adrenaline pumped in your veins, and Caleb could feel it.

Before he could asked you what was happening, you raised and sat on him. Your hands holding his face before kissing him, there was no lust, just pure love that you felt for him. Caleb melted under your touch, you really having wrapped around your fingers. You almost laughed at the whimper he let out when you broke away, tracing his lips with your fingers you gave him no time to act.

"Marry me, Caleb. Let's elope"

His cheeks turned red, this was the first time he had showed you such expression, it was cute seeing him like this. Kissing him again, you hoped that he could understand that you were serious, you wanted him in the same way he wanted you.

An unknown cold slipped through your finger, you broke away, but instead of whimper there was a laugh. Caleb had used his evol to slip a engament ring, it was the most beautiful ring that you have ever seen, similar to the one you had draw so long ago.

"Fits just right in" he chuckled before pulling you for another kiss, this time spinning you around and pinning you behind him. He peppered your face with kisses, shock still present in your mind "I made myself" he whispered "This is my answer, pips" Then he pulled you with his evol, making his way to the exit.

"How long have you had this?" Your arms moved to his neck. Leaning into his warmth "It's perfect"

But he did not answer. How he could tell you that he had ring ever since the both of you turned eighteen? Hoping for the chance to ask you out and then ask you to be with him forever. Caleb was twelve when he realize that he wanted to be with you forever, that is why he always tried to best with you, there were other women out there but you were the only one for him.

[cornsmash]

Sinister came back from hunting

Sinister x male!reader

Warnings: Grapic? description of cannibalism, rough sex, EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, reader has regeneration powers and on somewhat same power level

Authors Note: feel free to request x female!reader, ftm!reader or anything. Also first time writing smut I was to scared to post on ao3 cuz of it’s curse so I’m posting here

Your breath hung heavy, drops of sweat gliding down your body. And there was Mark seemingly hungry today as he licked his blood-ridden lips. His cape was soaked with blood, you weren’t even sure how; you were too absorbed with how corny you thought it looked. The yellow on his suit shone brightly, maybe that was symbolic; you didn’t know or necessarily care. Here he was hands and knees on your bed crawling towards you. A smile that came straight from a horror movie filled his face. Despite it all you were getting hard, you just prayed Mark wouldn’t notice. But of course he did, looking down and his eyes widened. Smirking, he crawled to cage your body in. You silently cursed your boner, his legs splayed right under your pecs. The tent in his pants, ever present. You groaned as shivers of electricity rang through your Body, Mark snickered, his pants growing more in pace.

“Fuck he probably got finished eating” You thought. For some reason Mark had grown an insatiable hunger for human flesh, he craved the taste of iron. The resistance the tendons and veins caused, the way the muscles came apart and ate them like sausages. Though funnily enough he avoided the intestines “I’m not eating shit” he once remarked. You had rolled your eyes at that statement, for some reason he enjoyed your company. Whether it was because you were somewhat in equal power to him and couldn’t exactly die, or Mark just found you amusing and a good stress relief. In all honesty you couldn’t care, there was no one close to you. Only ties to the government that were soon destroyed, you were only an assets, a tool to be called upon

You giggled recalling that was the same statement Mark had used on you to join his side. Not that you were resistant, whoever was winning is who you’d ally with. Your own survival was more important than anything the GDA could offer. Not that they had much in the first place. Mark’s eye twitched slightly at your laughter, quickly turning stoic and rubbing his groin. A noise caught in your throat which caused Mark to start panting and rubbing even harder. His arms were placed on your chest and you could feel the slight shiver within them. The room’s air got hotter and heavy each time he grinded onto you, pushing his body lower and lower until it almost reached your groin. Your hands gripped the fabric besides you, your knuckles turned white as you tried to restrain yourself.

Mark ripped his mask off and stared with half-lidded eyes, sweat dripped from your eyebrow. Your breathing, more labored as you shut your eyes. Mark scowled at this, ripping his cape off, lifting his hips as he learned towards you. Your faces were only centimeters apart, even as you felt his hungry breaths on your skin you didn’t open your eyes. Iron filled your nose, causing you to twitch, your knees slightly buckled, the fabric twisting in your hands even more. Mark licked the corner of your mouth, he licked all over your face purposefully ignoring your mouth. When he finally reached your bottom lip he took his time dragging his tongue along it. Only then did you let out a long groan. Mark joyfully sneered at this, raising his hips even higher and slamming them on your groin. Furiously grinding down, letting all sounds out.

Your body would betray you and let out a few groans, you tried to keep your hands contained but it was too much. You grabbed Mark’s hip and forced him to grind even harder, what sounded like almost a cry escaped his mouth as moans flowed from it. His body shook furiously as he screamed “yes… Yes! YES!!”

Your hips thrusted up, the instinct couldn’t be stopped. Your eyebrows squinted together, your entire body was fuming at this point, sparks of electricity flowed through your body. Your groin ached with each grind, the pleasure flowing down as you felt your balls fill. But then you stopped, shoved your arms by your side as you groaned. Mark whimpered… he fucking whimpered, wasn’t enough to break your resolve. Though it came very close to, so you turned your head to the side silently cursing. Mark tried grinding again to make you continue, but after a minute he saw no resolve. He grumbled, down right ready to bite you until he realized what you wanted. With that he grinned, gripping your chin and forcing you to face him. Mark forced one of your eyes open and his facial expression was compelling enough to keep them open. He looked so desperate, his mouth unable to close as he panted. The blood across his face dried but smeared.

There was something in his eyes, a thing you would never mention out loud but.

“God he’s fucking begging for it” You thought, keeping your giggle internal this time.

Mark’s expression changed to that of a pout, whining while grinding down. All you responded with was furrowed eyebrows. He huffed and you raised your eye in question. So he grabbed your hand allowing him to use it as he rubbed his body. Going over his neck, wrapping your fingers around it, giving a tight squeeze. Violent shakes ran through his body, you noticed the obvious stain within his suit growing. Once you noticed you quickly let go, almost bringing back to your side before he hastily grabbed it once more. Mark brought your hand to his pecs making sure you squeezed and rubbed his nipples. He rubbed his thighs together the more you rubbed and squeezed his nipples back and forth. The shake in his thighs was undeniable, your other free hand quickly gripped his knee keeping them apart. At that he let out a low whine.

‘Pleaseee….” Mark asked so softly. “Pretty pleaseeee”

As he dragged your hand lower and lower, just hovering over his bulging groin. You made eye contact with him; your expression darkened. While Mark’s filled with glee, then you squeezed, Mark choked on his breath incoherent mumbles escaped his mouth, his shivers almost seemed like he was convulsing. As you continued to rub and squeeze his groin. Taking pleasure in the way Mark’s body convulsed, red blush flushed his face as he rolled. Humping into your hand moaning like a dog. He was frantic in the way he moved, quickly chasing the pleasure filling his groin. Mark felt the sweat begin to form under his suit creating a damp sensation all over his body. He was so close, so fucking close as you gave him one final hard squeeze. Then he felt nothing, all the electricity that was flowing in his body was draining. Though his limbs couldn’t help but continue to shake.

He stared daggers at you; teeth bare ready to rip your throat out. All you did was smirk at him as your cock was hard as a rock at this point. Mark quickly grabbed your throat as pressure tightened.

“Nuh-uh Mark, you know I love to hear, and I’m not hearing nothing” You sneered with a grin, pointing to your ear. Mark’s expression furrowed with frustration, the ache in his groin becoming almost unbearable. His lips curled and you could almost make out the shine in his eyes.

Mark was starving.

His hands released from your neck, panting heavily as ever. Whines spilled out as he rubbed his thighs together. The need, ever present but unable to give himself the pleasure needed. He stared at you for a moment, sighing and leaning his body back. Slightly off your groin and putting his hands on your knees for support. You tilted your head waiting for Mark to make his next move.

“Ugh FINE!” Mark snarled, snatching your hand. You made an unamused noise which made him lessen his grip. He stared between your hand and face, contemplating. You swear his blush got even deeper at that point. Before he adjusted his hips so his ass was more directly facing you. Mark brought your hand flat against it, you could feel a slight ridge. Confused you felt more as he guided your finger to the end of it.

A zipper.

Or something of the sort all you could tell that it was an opening that would expose his cock and asshole. Your eyes widened at the realization, while Mark turned his face away. His lips curled and eyes averted from your gaze. A dark chuckle escaped your mouth which brought his attention back. You slowly unzipped him and grabbed on his cock hard pulling it out the suit.

“W-Wait- Wait! I-m I-I Ughhhh…” he moaned, head leaning back as if he was about to burst. Just as close as he was, you brought him back from release by letting go. Mark’s head jerked back to you, water brimming his eyes in desperation to get off. All you could do was shrug.

You yawned “I'm getting pretty tired, how about you?”

Mark snarled “Ok that’s it!”

Before you could tease, he grabbed your hand and shoved two of your fingers into his hold. He almost damn near cummed with the way he moaned. He wasted no time manually pumping your fingers back and forth. He was slick, apparently vilitramites could produce a substance that helped prevent friction from their holes for some reason. His legs started convulsing and the aching sensation in your groin became unbearable. Your nostrils flared and heartbeat quickened as you saw Mark use your hand as a personal dildo. Sweat pulled from your pores as you stared intently as your fingers would disappear into Mark’s hole. His head leaned back exposing his neck, as more incoherent mumbles and moans released from his body. Your legs shifted, trying to deal with the ache in your groin. Each moan coming from Mark’s mouth filled your ears, making you pant, your eyes furrowing as your eyesight locked onto his hole.

“Fuccckkk… Fuck me! God please fuck me!” Mark damn near screamed as his head lopped to the side. Pre-come and slick flowing out as it drenched your stomach. At that you bit your lip, flipping Mark onto his back while shoving all four of your fingers into him. His back arched legs bent up, a stream of precome flowed even more. You would’ve thought he’d come by now, but Mark’s biology was much different. He was now gripping the fabric on the bed as you slammed your fingers into his hole. Specifically aiming for his prostate, as you dug into it, moans and cries kept falling out of his mouth.

“Yes! F-finally! Ug..hhhh fuckkkk! YES G-GO ALL OUT! KEEP FUCKING ME UNTIL I FUCKING PASS OUT” He moaned, bitting his lip, blood spilling as he licked up. Your thrusts became even harsher as precome started staining your underwear. If you weren’t so horny, you’d call Mark weird for what he said. Once his precome became a consistent stream, that oh so familiar thick white fluid, you knew he was close. You quickly took your fingers out to which Mark growled. But quickly subsided as he saw you rip your underwear off and quickly shove your cock into his hole. He smiled, and let out a jittering laugh, his convulsions grew more as he wrapped his legs around your back. Locking you in a possessive hold, your pants were heavy as you dove your nose into his neck. Thrusts continuing to pummel into his hole at an animalistic rate.

Smelling the sweat and blood churned something within you, your lips started to curl exposing your teeth. Mark noticed this grabbing the back of your neck tight. And turned his head to fully expose his neck, especially the artery.

“B-Bite..’ He heaved out.

You bite down hard, puncturing his skin and deep into his flesh. Your thrusts, aggressive , stopped going so far back and became deep hard grinds. Blood seeped out Mark’s wound, he let out soft moans, his precome piling up onto his stomach. You didn’t just stop there, you bit every surface of his neck. Blood seeping from every cut, Mark’s neck and the bed underneath him soaked in blood. Shivers ran through your body, as you continued to grind, pleasure coursing through every vein. Mark shook as pleasure overtook him, he bit down on your shoulder. A moan left your body as his teeth teared through the layers of muscle. He kept chewing, finding any bare skin to feast upon as you held his body down with yours.

Mark was moaning like a dog, his legs shut tight around your waist as he chewed. His head fell back on the pillow seeing the massive sea of blood flowing from your neck and shoulders. The taste of your blood made him shiver, he quickly went back to lapping your neck with his tongue. Your thrusts continued as you shut your eyes, your wounds were quickly closing again as Mark lapped as much blood as he could.

“F-f-Fuck fuck.. fuck! FUCK!” He moaned his body convulsing for a final time as he cummed, it flowed out his penis and some hit his chin. His head flopped as he tried to regain his breath, but you weren’t done with him. You gave him a moment lapping up the blood seeping out his neck. While he giggled before slowing starting your thrusts again.

“I didn’t cum yet” you stated, Mark’s eyes widened as you continued an assault of thrusts. You ignored his cries, as you felt pleasure build up in you. Sweat dripped from your forehead, Mark’s moans filling your ears as you felt yourself convulse. His legs tightened even more around your waist, as your thrusts became more uneven. You loudly groaned and with one final slam, you felt your balls empty out, cum shooting into Mark’s asshole. The cum didn’t stop flowing for a good minute all while Mark grumbled and whined. As you finished, you flopped onto Mark, both of you panting. Neither of you said a word, it was strangely domestic, your eyes fluttered asleep as you saw Mark fall into slumber as well. You never understood why he ‘liked’ you so much, not that you cared to question. But there was no doubt he treated you better than a simple sex toy. Maybe a companion, or someone not be completely afraid of him just for the fun of it.

In the morning you felt yourself being pushed off the bed and falling onto the floor. You groaned and rubbed the back of your head.

“Seriously?” You asked annoyed.

“What? You're like a bear weight on top of me, plus I need to get cleaned up.” Mark stretched, itching the dried blood from his neck. You rolled your eyes taking the time to stretch your legs from where you sat. Mark walked towards you.

“I’ll keep your cum in me though.. for good luck” ;

[avocadorablepirate]

Beneath The Surface - 4

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, mild gore, OP spoilers, this story follows the Dressrosa arc.

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Y’all, I’m so sorry I take forever to post 😭 but I hope this makes up for it…I’m actually kinda happy with how this turned out, and I hope you guys like it! Anyway, thank you for reading and I always love reading your comments, makes me 🥰

Pain. That was all your mind registered at first. Then his voice. His strings wrapping around you. Your limbs felt heavy, weighed down by the thin yet unbreakable thread coiling around them. The slightest movement sent more pain coursing through your veins, the rough edges of the fibre cutting into your skin.

You gasped, struggling, but it was useless.

Doflamingo stood over you, his usual grin morphed into something far more cruel. “You hesitated,” he murmured, his voice laced with disappointment.

His grip tightened, and you let out a whimper. “You questioned my order.”

“I-“ a sharp pull cut you short, forcing you to scream in pain.

“I’ve told you before Rosie. There’s no room for weakness in this family,” Doflamingo continued, crouching down slightly to meet your gaze. Despite his eyes being concealed by sunglasses, you could feel his eyes bore into you.

“Tell me, have you forgotten what Law did to our family?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out, your mind caught in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

The castle shook, and in the distance you could hear the cries of battle. A battle that had only just begun.

Doflamingo clicked his tongue, his lips contorting into a more evident scowl. "Tch. It seems we’re running out of time.” His fingers twitched, and the strings were pulled tighter, forcing a strangled gasp from your throat.

“I’ll have to deal with you later.”

Then you were consumed by the darkness. Cut off from the world.

xxxx

Law hit the ground - hard. But the pain that coursed through his body, the sea-prism cuffs that drained his energy - all felt like nothing compared to the emotional turmoil he was experiencing.

“Oi Traffy! You okay?”

Law gritted his teeth, rolling onto his side as he glared up at Luffy, standing above him, completely unbothered by the chaos around them.

“You can’t be serious?” Law’s voice was dangerously low, his patience hanging by a thread.

Luffy blinked, completely oblivious. “Did you hit your head or something? Of course I’m being serious.”

Law inhaled, trying to calm himself, but it was impossible given the circumstances.

“You idiot!” he finally snapped. “You ruined everything!”

Luffy tilted his head, confused. “Huh?”

“The plan was to keep Doflamingo alive and only destroy his S.M.I.L.E factory. Not kill him! Do you have any ideas how much harder you just made thing!?” Law seethed with rage, but he wasn’t done just yet. “Now that’s our only option! And once we do that we’ll have Kaido on our backs!”

He took in a breath and continued. “Not to mention, Doflamingo still has Y/N-ya! And who knows what his twisted fucking mind will do to her!”

Luffy crossed his arms, he didn’t glare, nor did he show any sign of anger. “Yeah? And what was your plan? Sit there until what? Doflamingo decided that he’d rather have your life instead of hers?”

Law’s eye twitched. Luffy wasn’t right, but he wasn’t wrong either. Law wouldn’t have just sat there, but he would have done anything if it meant keeping you safe.

The captain of the Strawhat’s sighed, shaking his head. “I get it, you care about her. She’s someone from your past that you can’t let go. But waiting around isn’t going to save her. Fighting for her will.” He cracked his knuckles, his expression shifting to a look of determination. “And I’m going to help you with that.”

Law clenched his fists, and exhaled harshly. “Tch…fine.” He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the stiffness. “But we do this my way, Strawhat-ya. Got it?”

Luffy grinned. “Heh…yeah yeah whatever. Let’s first get those cuffs off you though.”

Law knew just from that - things were not going to go his way.

xxxx

The crumbling palace was thick with tension. Law and Luffy had gone through hell and back to reach here, but the fight was not over yet. Doflamingo still awaited them in the now ruined throne room.

"You remember the plan, right?" Law said, glancing over at Luffy as they made their way through the palace.

"Kinda, but we don't have time to go over it now." Luffy's arm shot forward, wrapping around Law before he could protest. Then, he launched them both through the hole in the ceiling and into the throne room.

On their arrival they found Doflamingo seated in his throne, his usual smirk firmly in place.

"Well, well," Doflamingo drawled, pink shades catching the sunlight. Nearly invisible strings, shimmered in the light as they twitched under his fingertips, but what those strings led to, no one could tell.

"If it isn't my favourite traitor and his idiot friend. You really love sticking your nose in everyone's business, don't you?" Doflamingo mused, as he assessed the two.

"Yeah? And what about it? If it's to help my friends, I don't care." Luffy didn't hesitate, cracking his knuckles as a grin plastered across his face. "I'll kick your ass if I have to."

Law twitched at the statement. Provking Doflamingo wasn't the best idea. But there was no stopping Luffy.

Doflamingo laughed, loud and dangerous. "Confident one, aren't you?"

"I can only assume, there's one thing you're here for. But you'll have to go through me first if you want it." Before either Law or Luffy could react, strings shot towards them.

Luckily they were both fast enough, and just as they grazed him, Law reacted.

"Room."

His ability activated, just in time for him to avoid the full force of Doflamingo's attack. Luffy, on the other hand, dodged quickly, flipping over the attack before launching himself forward.

“Gomu Gomu no Jet Pistol.”

His fist rocketed towards Doflamingo, but the Warlord only smirked, sidestepping at the last second. With a flick of his fingers, strings wrapped around Luffy's arm, yanking him back, before violently slamming him into the floor.

Law gritted his teeth, and readied himself for his own attack.

"What's wrong Law? Still sore from those bullet wounds? I thought you would be stronger than that," Doflamingo mocked.

Law's eyes burned with fury, his grip tightening on Kikoku. He knew Doflamingo was only trying to rile him up, but he couldn't stop himself. He lunged forward, slicing through the threads in his path, then charging at his enemy.

Doflamingo managed to dodge him, but Law was quick, he anticipated it. Teleporting himself behind Doflamingo in the blink of an eye, he struck.

"Counter Shock!"

Electricity surged from Law's hands as he struck Doflamingo. The force of the attack, sent the Warlord skidding backward, grimacing as his fingers twitched.

"Nice one Traffy!" Luffy was now back on his feet, ready for his next attack.

"Shut up and focus Strawhat-ya!" Law snapped. He knew Doflamingo's strength, one single attack would not be enough to take him down.

He was right. Doflamingo was quick to recover, rolling his shoulders before he straightened himself. "Not bad," he said, spitting out blood, when his smirk returned, crueler this time. "But you're going to have to do better than that!" he cackled.

Law felt his heart pounding. There were still lingering effects of the sea prism cuffs that weighed on him, and that attack had drained more out of him than he expected. They needed to finish this - now.

The air crackled with power as Doflamingo lifted his leg. "Athlete."

Law gritted his teeth, "Damn it-"

Luffy stepped forward, "I got this!" he shouted, charging forward. He weaved through the threads, slamming into them with force and breaking through.

Law took the opening. With swift movements he maneuvered behind Doflamingo once more.

"Straw Hat-ya!" Law called. Luffy turned, grinning as if he already knew what Law was thinking. "Got it!"

Both moved quickly. Luffy leapt forward, readying his fist as he activated his Armament Haki. Law extended his sword, pinpointing his target.

"Injection Shot!"

Law's attack struck first, sinking into Doflamingo's back, sending violent energy coursing through him.

But something was wrong.

Instead of the sound of flesh tearing, instead of Doflamingo's pained gasp, there was a muffled cry.

Law's breath caught.

The moment he stepped back, his world came crashing down.

No, no, no, no.

Doflamingo stood tall, completely unscathed. Instead, in front of him trapped in a cocoon of razor-thin threads - was Y/N.

Blood seeped through the fibrous strings, staining them crimson red. Y/N's body trembled, her breath shallow. Barely conscious, she struggled to look anywhere but the ground she laid on.

"L-Law," she called out, her voice barely audible over Doflamingo's laughter.

His stomach twisted. He wanted to hurl.

"You bastard!" Luffy yelled, his expression darkening as he hurtled towards Doflamingo, only to be struck down. But Law didn't register any of it. The sound of his raging pulse was all he heard, and it drowned out everything else.

"My, my, that was quite the attack, Law," Doflamingo mocked, pulling Law out of his spiralling thoughts. "You nearly killed her."

Law staggered back, his grip on Kikoku loosening. "I-" His throat felt constricted. "No, I-"

"What? You didn't see this coming? That's quite disheartening Law," Doflamingo sneered, tilting his head as if in disappointment.

Unable to bear the weight of his actions anymore, Law fell to his feet as the Warlord continued his verbal assault. "Even as a kid you were far more cunning and calculating. Like me."

"Law-" her voice was so faint, but the desperation that had been so clear was cut off, and in its place came a gut wrenching scream.

Law watched in horror as Doflamingo yanked at the strings, sinking them further into her body.

"Y/N-ya!" He acted without a second thought. "Shambles!"

In a flash, she was in his arms - her skin cold, her breathing faint.

The Warlord’s laughter boomed, cruel and mocking.

"Who turned you so soft Law?" Doflamingo continued, his voice laced with ridicule. "Was it her?" He chuckled, a sinister grin stretching across his face. "Oh? Or was it Corazon?"

Law's breath hitched, his body tensing at the name, as the painful memory of a bloodied yet blissful smile flashed before him.

Doflamingo watched him carefully, his smirk widening when he saw the reaction he wanted.

"You know who reminds me of Corazon?" He mused, glancing down at Y/N's body before he looked back at Law with a twisted smile. "My little Rosie."

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[teddybeartoji]

you always used to hang out here by the sea. it was his favourite place. 

making stupid jokes while sitting on the small concrete wall, playing ball and then nearly screaming your lungs out every time it almost went over the edge. eating popsicles while talking about soccer, about how you both want to be just like his brother.

two halves of one, bound by the silly friendship bracelets you had made with your own hands. although sae teased you for them, neither of you ever even thought about taking them off. 

‘a young boy drowns by the beach, leaving a family completely devastated.’

you still remember his eyes, you see them in your dreams. 

you still remember the splash, and his broken voice. you still remember how he looked at you, how he tried to reach for you. you still remember how cold the water was, how scary it was to go under. you still remember how you kicked and cried. sobbed and wailed. your best friend, gone forever. taken by the sea. 

you wish it had been you instead of him. 

everything is gray and dull now; it has been like this ever since the accident – though it’s been years, you’re still plagued by the nightmares and the guilt. the ‘what if’s’ swim around in your head and your mind rots. the cold breeze nips at your cheeks as you stand on the very same little concrete wall overlooking the sea as you used to and stare at the waves – they’re calm, just like then, and you feel numb. 

it’s weird being back here. it’s weird being back home. 

the town seems emptier than ever, with only tourists roaming the ghostly streets. none of the lights are on in any of the houses you can see and you wonder how long it has been like this. 

did you do this?

“you should get down from there, it’s dangerous.” 

a voice speaks up from behind you and you swallow the sad joke, the bile, that creeps up your throat. you stuff your hands into your pockets as you turn around and—

the eyes. 

rin. 

no— 

the brother. his brother.

the similarity is uncanny. your stomach churns. 

memories flash violently in your mind – how he dropped the popsicle, the same blue one he always got the both of you. how he tried to claw his way through the crowd, through the police and the paramedics, while repeating ‘i’m his brother’ over and over and over again until his voice grew hoarse. how quiet it all got when he finally saw rin’s body. how broken he looked. 

right here, ten years ago, you both lost a piece of yourselves. 

and now you meet again. 

somewhere in the background, seagulls cry as the waves hit the shore. the smell of the sea fills your nose and you despise how comforting it is, despite everything. gnawing on the inside of your cheek, you wait for him to blow up on you. to get angry, to curse you out. to blame it on you, to tell you to leave again.

but nothing comes. he stares at you as if you’re a complete stranger.

without saying another word, he glances at the teal ocean behind you and then keeps on walking. 

you’re not sure he was even talking to you. 

the autumn wind blows by as you watch him leave. 

you still remember how he always ruffled both of your hair as a greeting, how he always took you out for some ice cream after practice. you still remember how he cussed at the old man that bumped into you a bit too hard and you still remember how he bandaged up rin’s forehead after he hit it against the corner of a table. 

you still remember how he bundled you two up inside his own hoodie after your first swim of the year. it was way too early for it, it was so cold – he knew he would get scolded for letting you do it but he was there to keep watch and to warm you both back up, so he didn’t see any harm in it. 

he did warm you up and he did keep watch. he was a good brother.

you know all of that was a lifetime ago, but has he really forgotten you? or did he simply wash you away from his memories? you wouldn’t be mad if he has.

his figure disappears between the houses and your chest grows tight as the weight on it threatens to crush your ribs and your poor, bleeding heart. 

he’s way taller now. his voice is deeper but so are the bags under his eyes. he doesn’t wear his hair down anymore and that on its own makes him look so much more mature. he holds his head up high just like he did back then, so stoic and strong; he always was somebody you looked up to, who you clung to in big crowds. who you sought out for comfort when nothing felt right even though he wasn’t any good with words – but he let you rest your heavy head on his shoulder and that was more than enough. 

you still feel like that child. 

shoulders slumped, you step down from the wall. when you glance over your shoulder, you still see him lying there on the beach – pale and lifeless, friendship bracelet still bound around his wrist.

you miss him, you miss them both.

[sturnsblogs]

I need a blurb of one of the triplets pinning the reader to the wall then a messy make out scene PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

TOXICITY

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The moment you saw him, everything inside you shattered.

Chris.

Your Chris.

Making out with your best friend.

You could barely breathe as you stood frozen in the middle of the crowded party, the pounding bass of the music dulling to a distant hum in your ears. His hands were gripping her waist, holding her close—too close. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss like she had every right to.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t pulling away.

Something inside you snapped. Before you even realized what you were doing, you were moving, pushing through the sea of bodies until you reached them. You grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back.

“The fuck are you doing?” Your voice was sharp, trembling with barely restrained fury.

Chris stumbled slightly, blinking like he’d just been shaken from a daze. His lips were swollen, his pupils blown, and when his gaze landed on you, something flickered across his face—confusion, then guilt, and then that damn smirk, like he thought he could talk his way out of this.

“Baby—”

“Don’t you fucking ‘baby’ me.” Your chest was heaving, your nails digging into your palms. “Are you serious right now? With her?”

Your so-called best friend—ex best friend now—had the audacity to wipe at her lips like that would erase what just happened. “I—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you spat, your glare burning holes through her before turning back to Chris. “So what, I wasn’t enough for you? You just had to humiliate me like this?”

Chris let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, really?” You let out a bitter laugh. “Then what the fuck is it like?” You shoved his chest, hard, sending him stumbling back a step. “Enlighten me, Chris.”

People were starting to stare, but you didn’t care. The music still pounded in the background, but it was muffled now, drowned out by the sound of your own pulse hammering in your ears.

Chris stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You’re making a scene, mama.”

“Oh, I’m making a scene?” You laughed humorlessly. “You just shoved your tongue down my best friend’s throat, but I’m the problem?” Another shove, harder this time. “Fuck you.”

Chris exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “You’re being dramatic.”

And that was it.

Without thinking, you slapped him.

The sharp crack of your palm meeting his cheek cut through the noise of the party. His head snapped to the side, but when he turned back to you, there was no anger in his eyes. Just something dark. Something unreadable.

“Baby,” he exhaled, voice eerily calm despite the pink blooming across his cheek. “You really wanna do this right now?”

“Yeah,” you shot back, voice shaking with fury. “I do.”

Chris let out a low chuckle, but it wasn’t amused. It was warning. “C’mon, you know you’re my favorite.”

“Shut up,” you spat, shoving at his chest again. “I fucking hate you.”

That was all it took.

Chris grabbed your wrist, yanking you toward the front door. You fought him off, shoving at him, trying to break free, but he was stronger. He dragged you through the yard, past the drunken partygoers who were too wasted to care about the scene unfolding right in front of them.

“Let me fucking go!” you screamed, thrashing against his grip.

Chris ignored you, shoving the car door open before practically throwing you inside. He slammed the door shut, stalking around to the driver’s side. The second he slid into his seat and started the engine, you were already reaching for the door handle, ready to jump out.

Chris caught your wrist, yanking you back. “Don’t fucking start,” he muttered, voice low, dangerous.

You ripped your arm away, seething. “Fuck you, Chris.”

He pulled out of the driveway roughly, the tires screeching as he sped down the dark road. The tension in the car was suffocating, the silence heavy between you.

Then, finally—

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he muttered, gripping the wheel tight.

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “I’m out of my mind? That’s funny coming from the guy who just cheated on me in front of an entire fucking party!”

Chris groaned, tilting his head back against the seat. “Jesus, you’re so fucking dramatic—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped, voice cracking. “You don’t get to tell me I’m dramatic. You don’t get to act like I’m the one in the wrong here.”

Chris exhaled sharply, jaw clenching as he kept his eyes on the road. “I was drunk. It didn’t mean anything.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Oh, that makes it better, right? You didn’t mean to do it, so I should just let it go? You fucking humiliated me, Chris!”

Chris scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah? Well, maybe if you weren’t always on my ass about every little fucking thing, I wouldn’t have gotten drunk in the first place.”

That did it.

Without thinking, you lunged forward and shoved the steering wheel to the side.

The car jerked violently, veering off the road. Chris cursed, his hands flying up to steady the wheel as the tires screeched against the pavement. The headlights flashed wildly, illuminating nothing but darkness before the car skidded onto the shoulder and finally came to a stop.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Your chest heaved, your pulse roaring in your ears. Chris sat frozen, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

Then, slowly, he turned to you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he growled, voice dangerously low.

You swallowed hard, but you refused to look away, your glare just as fierce. “I fucking hate you.”

Chris let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “No, you don’t.”

You did. You wanted to. But your body betrayed you, your heart still aching for him even after everything.

Chris didn’t say another word as he pulled back onto the road, his knuckles still tight around the steering wheel. The rest of the ride home was silent, both of you simmering, tension thick enough to choke you.

The second he pulled into the driveway, you didn’t wait. You shoved the door open and stormed inside, slamming the front door so hard the walls rattled.

“You wanna fucking explain what that was back there?” Chris’s voice was sharp as he followed you inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

You spun on your heel, eyes blazing. “Oh, you want an explanation? That’s fucking hilarious, Chris.”

Chris ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. “You almost got us fucking killed.”

“Oh, but it was totally fine when you were the one fucking up tonight, right?” You let out a sharp breath, pacing the length of the living room. “You humiliated me, Chris! In front of everyone!”

Chris’s jaw tightened. “You’re fucking mine.”

Before you could react, before you could even process his words, Chris moved.

In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward, your back colliding with the wall. His hands were on your waist, pressing you into the cold surface, caging you in.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Get off of me,” you hissed.

Chris’s grip tightened. “No.”

And then—

He kissed you.

The moment Chris’s lips crashed against yours, it wasn’t just a kiss. It was war.

It was teeth clashing, lips bruising, desperation clawing its way into every movement. His hands gripped your waist so tight it was like he was afraid you’d slip away, his fingertips digging into your skin, grounding himself in you. Your back hit the wall with a dull thud, but neither of you cared, too caught up in the heat, the fury, the all-consuming need to tear each other apart and put each other back together in the same breath.

You gasped against his mouth, and Chris groaned, low and wrecked, like he had been waiting for this, aching for this. His hands slid up, fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head, deepening the kiss until all you could taste was him—the lingering bitterness of alcohol, the faint traces of nicotine, the unmistakable taste of Chris fucking Sturniolo.

You hated him. You wanted to hate him. But your body betrayed you, melting into him as if it hadn’t been screaming at him minutes ago.

Chris pulled back just a fraction, his breath ragged, lips swollen, his forehead pressed against yours. “You don’t fucking hate me,” he rasped, his voice raw, filled with something dark, something possessive.

You were too breathless to respond, too caught up in the way his hands were already gripping your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his again. He kissed you harder this time, messy and uncoordinated, all tongue and heat, like he was trying to erase every hateful word you had thrown at him, like he was trying to prove something.

Your hands flew to his hoodie, fisting the fabric, pulling him impossibly closer. Chris growled against your lips, a sound deep in his chest, one of frustration and need, and then suddenly his hands were everywhere—sliding down your waist, gripping your hips, yanking you into him like he couldn’t stand the space between you.

“Fucking mine,” he muttered against your mouth, biting at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “You hear me?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Because your lips were on his again, just as needy, just as desperate, just as fucking toxic.

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A/N- perchance we should get a toxic!chris X Toxic!Reader here?

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[runes-and-men]

There was a request about Angron accidentally killing his wife and then discovering that she is a Perpetual and later really killing her, but since I didn’t know how Tumblr works, I accidentally deleted the request by answering it in my draft. I'm very sorry, the req was anonymous, so I can't tag no one :(

TW: bad writing, gore, emotional suffering, death of major character (kind of), OOC.

Life with Angron had been difficult from the very beginning. Even now, he still didn't understand how a young, beautiful woman from a noble family could have willingly chosen to spend her life with a monster like him. Of course, you knew about his curse. Just like your family did. He saw the horror in your relatives' eyes when they looked at him, even though they spoke to him with courtesy and politeness.

There was no fear in his life greater than the fear of harming you.

Over time, he learned to sense when his curse was about to take control of his mind. He always managed to order you to be hidden somewhere beyond his reach, where he wouldn’t be able to find you and commit something horrific.

But one day, he forgot to warn you and his Astartes that an episode was coming. There’s no point in describing how you approached your husband, as you had done a thousand times before, simply to tell him something.

The conversation ended with you seeing, at the last moment, how his eyes filled with blood. You were already prepared to run, realizing that Angron had lost control. But your escape was cut short - he caught you by the scruff like a stray cat, wrapped his arm around your waist, and with a single, effortless squeeze, crushed your ribcage and spine. He killed you.

The madness left his mind instantly. The voices and screams in his head fell silent, and the pain vanished as if it had never been there. But that didn’t make anything better - because now he saw what he had done to you.

There was no point in describing how he tormented himself over your death. Once again, his curse had taken someone dear to him - a woman who, despite all the risks, had chosen to be with him, who had helped him fight off his madness, soothing him with her touch and voice. And now, you had paid for your love with your life.

When the moments of shock passed, Angron still couldn’t believe what he had done. How could he have forgotten? How could he have allowed your death to happen?

Your body, seemingly intact, lay in the middle of the vast, empty hall. Only upon closer inspection could one see the unnatural angles of your twisted arms and legs, the jagged protrusions of broken ribs and spine beneath your clothing, and the small pool of blood trickling from your nose - paired with your wide, unseeing eyes.

Then, Angron simply left the hall without even touching you - he couldn’t believe it had truly happened, despite fearing this moment every single time. He forbade anyone from entering that room. He didn’t want to openly admit that he had finally killed you; shame was far more unbearable to him than rage.

Someone would find your body days later, guided by the stench of rotting flesh. You would be carried away and buried. Of course, everyone would recognize Angron’s wife, but no one would say a word - to him or anyone else. They feared his wrath. And he…he would try to forget this pain, just as he had forgotten all the other losses in his life.

And then, as if you had come back from the dead.

The Astartes found you in one of the corridors, barely conscious, dressed in torn, blood-soaked clothing, whimpering quietly from pain.

That was when they had no choice but to tell the Apothecaries everything: how Angron had lost control, how he had killed you, crushed your body, and then left you in that empty hall to rot. Even the Apothecaries of the World Eaters couldn't completely hide the flicker of disgust that crossed their faces upon hearing this. But none of them would ever dare to rebuke their primarch for what he had done.

Shame and rage burned just as fiercely as the relief that you were alive. Angron didn’t know how or why. He had seen your lifeless body, had heard your last breath and the final beat of your heart. But he didn’t care why you were alive, and that was all that mattered.

Later, another revelation came to light: you were a Perpetual. Your genetic code bore all the markers proving that you weren’t Homo sapiens, but Homo superior - a different biological species altogether.

Angron listened to the news as if hypnotised. The words drifted through his mind slowly, barely settling amid the whirlwind of a million other thoughts and questions.

Too much had happened in the past week.

When you and Angron met for the first time after your resurrection, you told him what it had been like. The fact that you weren’t afraid and greeted your husband with a smile softened the weight of everything you were about to say.

It turned out that you had died from shock and asphyxiation a few minutes after Angron had crushed your body. You had seen the moment he realized what he had done. You simply couldn’t move or breathe. Your spine was shattered, your nervous system unresponsive. You had witnessed the panic and agony in his eyes. As you spoke of it now, you smiled, stroking his sweat-dampened cheek.

And then, about two hours later - or at least, that’s how it had felt to you (though in reality, days had passed) - you had suddenly awakened to searing pain coursing through your entire body.

At first, you regained the ability to breathe. Then, your sight and hearing returned. You had heard the cracking inside you, even though you still couldn’t move. Later, you would learn that it had been your shattered bones knitting themselves back together, the fragments aligning, torn muscles weaving themselves whole again. And all of it had been agony.

Then, you could move. Then stand. Then, walk into the corridor. And the rest - well, that part was obvious.

You spoke of all these horrors with a gentle smile, as if merely recalling the sadness of losing a childhood pet.

Angron had already lost all sense of understanding. He could no longer grasp what was happening.

He didn’t say a word - he just pulled you into a tight, crushing embrace.

And in his mind, he heard it again. The sound of your ribs breaking.

One horrifying realization cut through the chaos in his mind with absolute clarity: Killing you had instantly restored his sanity.

Before, whenever he committed something terrible, he only understood it afterward - when his consciousness returned.

But this time…it had been different.

This time, the cure had come instantly.

The unbearable bloodlust had vanished instantly - something no other method had ever been able to achieve.

[onegayastronaut]

Against All Odds

Requested by anon: Hello! Just recently discovered your stories. They are so amazing. Would be willing to write a Maya x Carina x Reader where reader is surprising Carina at the women’s clinic, and something goes wrong and reader has to protect Carina. Reader ends up injured somehow. Maya is one of the first responders on the scene, and is worried about her loves. If you don’t feel like it, you can totally ignore. Thank you in advance!

Words: 2118

The Seattle drizzle was light but persistent as you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, standing just outside the entrance of the women’s clinic where Carina worked. Your heart pounded in your chest with a mixture of excitement and nerves. You had spent weeks planning this -- coordinating with Maya, ensuring Carina wouldn’t suspect a thing, and now, finally, you were here to surprise her with lunch and a bouquet of fresh tulips, her favorite.

Taking a steadying breath, you pushed through the doors and stepped into the warmth of the clinic. The smell of antiseptic mixed with something floral greeted you, along with the familiar hum of nurses and patients. You caught sight of one of Carina’s colleagues at the front desk and offered a small smile.

“Hey, is Dr. DeLuca available?” you asked, shifting the bouquet in your arms.

The nurse gave you a knowing smile. “She’s in an exam room, but she should be done soon. Want to wait in her office?”

You nodded, but before you could move, a loud crash echoed from the back of the clinic, followed by a panicked scream. Your blood turned to ice. Every muscle in your body tensed as instinct took over, and you rushed toward the commotion.

Bursting into the hallway, you saw chaos unfolding. A man, angry, eyes wild with desperation, was yelling, his arm raised as he brandished a weapon. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, blocking the path to Carina’s exam room. Fear wrapped around your throat like a vice, but your feet didn’t stop moving. Your only thought was getting to Carina.

The man’s erratic movements and furious shouting made it clear: he was unpredictable and dangerous. You barely had a moment to process before he lunged forward, forcing one of the nurses back against the wall.

Without thinking, you acted. “Hey!” you called out, your voice strong and unwavering despite the fear gripping your chest. “You don’t want to do this.”

The man whipped around to face you, eyes narrowing. “Stay out of this,” he snarled.

But you weren’t going to stay out of it. Not when Carina was in danger. You stepped between him and the corridor leading to the exam rooms, your pulse hammering. “You’re scared,” you said, your voice firm but even. “I get that. But this isn’t the way.”

For a moment, it seemed like he might listen. His posture faltered slightly, his grip on the weapon lessening. Hope flared in your chest. Then something shifted, his grip tightened once more, his expression darkened, and before you could react, he lashed out.

Pain exploded in your side as a burning sensation tore through your chest. You barely registered the sharp, metallic scent of blood before you staggered back, your knees buckling beneath you. The world tilted as you crumpled to the ground, gasping as the pain intensified. A warm, sticky wetness pooled beneath your fingertips as you pressed a trembling hand to your wound.

Distantly, you heard Carina’s voice crying out your name, the raw panic in it cutting through the haze of pain clouding your mind. Her scream was followed by the sound of scuffling—nurses scrambling for cover, the attacker being restrained, voices shouting over one another.

Then, the sound of sirens. Everything blurred together after that. Shadows moving. Voices yelling. A distinct voice echoed through the hall.

“Seattle Fire! Drop your weapon!”

Your vision swam as you tried to lift your head. Through the chaos, you caught sight of Maya in her gear, her face a mask of fear and determination as she took in the scene—the armed man, the trembling nurses, and then you, bleeding out on the floor.

She was at your side in an instant, her hands hovering over you, unsure of where to touch. “Oh my God, baby,” she breathed, her voice breaking as she took in the amount of blood soaking your shirt. “You’re okay. You’re okay, just stay with me.”

Carina was there too, kneeling beside you, her hands shaking as she pressed down on your wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Tears streamed down her face as she muttered desperate pleas in Italian, her voice cracking with emotion.

“You could have died,” she sobbed, her grip tightening. “Oh Dio, there’s so much blood.”

Maya’s jaw clenched as she fought to stay composed, but you could see the terror in her eyes. “We need a medic now!” she shouted to her team, her voice sharp with urgency.

Your breaths were coming in short gasps, your body growing weaker by the second. The pain was suffocating, but even worse was the look of helplessness on Carina’s face, the sheer panic in Maya’s.

“I—” you tried to speak, but the effort sent a searing pain through your chest.

“Shh, don’t talk,” Carina begged, her hands pressing down harder, trying to stop the bleeding. “Save your strength.”

The paramedics arrived in a flurry of motion, quickly assessing your wound and working to stabilize you. As they pressed gauze to your side, your breaths became shallower, more ragged. Your chest heaved, and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t get enough air.

“She’s crashing,” one of the medics called out. “We need to intubate now!”

“No, no, no,” Carina whispered, her body shaking as she watched them work. Maya pulled her into a tight embrace, barely able to keep it together herself.

One of the medics grabbed a laryngoscope and an endotracheal tube, working quickly as they tilted your head back. “Stay with us,” he muttered, before sliding the tube down your throat. The world dimmed, their voices becoming distant echoes.

Carina sobbed into Maya’s chest as they lifted you onto the gurney. “She can’t die, Maya,” she choked out. “She can’t.”

Maya’s face was streaked with tears, her hands clenched into fists. “She won’t,” she said fiercely, but her voice wavered. “She won’t.”

The ambulance doors slammed shut, sirens wailing into the night as they sped toward the hospital.

Carina held Maya’s hand in a death grip in the waiting room, her leg bouncing anxiously. Every second felt like an eternity. The surgeon’s words kept replaying in their heads—‘We’re doing everything we can, but the damage is extensive.’

The hospital air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and worry. The bright, fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the pristine, white floors, but to Maya and Carina, the world around them felt anything but clean. It was messy, chaotic, and terrifying.

Maya paced relentlessly, her hands threading through her short blonde hair, nails digging into her scalp as she tried to keep the panic at bay. Her uniform still had your blood on it, but neither of them noticed or cared. Carina sat hunched forward in the uncomfortable waiting room chair, her hands clasped together so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Neither of them spoke; there was nothing to say.

The image of the you, lying on that stretcher, pale and unconscious, haunted them both. Maya had seen wounds before, had dealt with trauma on the field, but never had she felt so powerless. Never had she watched someone she loved, someone she cherished, bleed out in front of her while she could do nothing but beg her to hold on.

Maya stopped pacing and turned to Carina, her wife’s eyes brimming with unshed tears. It broke her in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Carina was the strong one, the calm one. But tonight, she looked lost, fragile, like she was being held together by sheer willpower alone.

“What if—” Carina started, but she couldn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. Maya knew what she was asking. What if she didn’t make it?

Maya swallowed hard, shaking her head vehemently. “No. Don’t go there. She’s going to be okay. She has to be.”

Carina exhaled shakily and turned her gaze toward the double doors leading to the operating room. “I should be in there. I should be helping.”

“You know you can’t,” Maya said gently, kneeling in front of Carina and taking her trembling hands in her own. “You’re too close. You wouldn’t be able to focus.”

Carina nodded, but the self-loathing in her eyes was evident. “She saved my life, Maya.”

“I know.”

“If she dies—”

“She won’t.” Maya’s voice cracked, betraying her own fear. She clenched her jaw, squeezing Carina’s hands tightly as if she could anchor them both with her strength alone. “She’s strong. She’ll fight. She’ll come back to us.”

Carina leaned forward, resting her forehead against Maya’s, their breaths mingling, sharing in the silent devastation of waiting. Hours passed, though time felt meaningless. Nurses walked by, doctors hurried past, and still, there was no news. Every second felt like a lifetime.

Then, finally, a surgeon emerged, their scrubs stained with blood—too much blood. Maya and Carina both shot to their feet, their hearts hammering violently in their chests.

“Is she—” Carina’s voice wavered.

The doctor exhaled, pulling down their mask. “She made it through surgery.”

Maya felt her knees almost buckle, relief washing over her so intensely that she could barely breathe. Carina clutched her arm, sobbing openly.

“She lost a lot of blood,” the doctor continued, “and the next twenty-four hours are critical. But she fought. She’s fighting.”

Maya wiped at her eyes, nodding rapidly. “Can we see her?”

The doctor hesitated before nodding. “Only for a moment. She’s still unconscious.”

Maya and Carina didn’t wait for further instructions. They all but ran down the hall, ignoring the stares from the staff. When they reached the room, their breath hitched at the sight before them. You lay still, your face too pale, your chest rising and falling shallowly under the thin hospital gown. An IV dripped fluids into your arm, machines beeped softly, and bandages covered the wound that had nearly stolen you away.

Carina was the first to move, gently brushing a trembling hand over your forehead. “Amore mio,” she whispered, voice breaking. “You’re safe now.”

Maya stood on the other side of you, her fingers wrapping around your limp hand. “We’re here. We’re not going anywhere.”

The hours stretched endlessly as Maya and Carina kept vigil by your side, refusing to leave even as nurses urged them to rest. The machines beeped in rhythmic reassurance, each sound a reminder that you were still with them.

Maya watched every flicker of your eyelids, every slight movement, willing you to wake up. Carina whispered soft reassurances in Italian, her hand never leaving yours. The pain of almost losing you still sat heavily in the air, unspoken but suffocating.

Through the night, Maya found herself thinking back to every moment you had shared, every time you had made them laugh, every little gesture of love you had exchanged. How could the world have almost taken you away from them?

The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor was the first thing you registered when you woke up. Your body felt heavy, your throat raw from the breathing tube, and your side throbbed dully under the influence of pain medication. Blinking slowly, you tried to focus, your gaze landing on two familiar figures beside your hospital bed.

Carina was curled up in the chair, her face buried in her hands, silent tears slipping through her fingers. Maya sat on the other side, her hand clutching yours as if afraid you might disappear if she let go. Her usually confident demeanor was gone, replaced by exhaustion and fear.

As you stirred, both women immediately snapped to attention.

“Amore?” Carina whispered, her voice hoarse from crying.

Maya exhaled sharply, squeezing your hand. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of us.”

Carina let out a soft sob of relief, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple. “You almost died,” she murmured. “But you’re still here.”

Maya pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Next time, just stick to the flowers, okay?”

You chuckled weakly. “No promises.”

Weeks later, you finally returned home. Maya had arranged the pillows on the couch just right, and Carina had stocked the fridge with all your favorite meals. They hovered, doting over you, making sure you were comfortable, making sure you knew just how much they loved you.

One night, as you lay curled between them on the couch, Carina kissed your temple softly. "You scared us so much, amore. But you’re here. You’re safe."

Maya tightened her arms around you. "And you’re not going anywhere," she said. "We have you now. Always."

You sighed contentedly, letting yourself sink into their warmth. Healing would take time, but with them, you knew you’d never have to do it alone.

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I Don't Tell You Everything

Logan Howlett x You (x1/x2 era Logan, yearning, fluff, angst, mentions of sex but no smut)

Summary: Logan is your best friend and you go over to his bedroom because you just can't sleep. He has feelings for you, but you're oblivious.

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Logan stared at you as you screamed bloody murder into his pillow. It wasn't the first time someone had done that with him in the room, only this time, it wasn't because he was connected at the hip, ravaging the sense out of whoever he decided to lay that day.

You were the first person, ever, to lay on his bed and just exist there. No ulterior motive. No sexual advancement. Just there, to scream into a pillow, at the cruelty of the universe for the phenomenon that was insomnia.

A smile quirked up on his lips as he snuffed out the cigar he was smoking not too long ago, and lay in bed next to you, waiting for you to grumble out what it was that pissed you off now. It was a weekly thing at this point, and always, at this hour, he counted down the minutes until you texted his phone and asked if he was up.

“You know," he began, warranting a light huff from you as you turned your head to look at him, "when you toss and turn like that, it disturbs the flavor of my cigar,” he teased, mischief flickering in his gaze. 

You frowned as you rolled your eyes and shifted your body until you were face to face with him, scrunching your nose at the snuffed out cigar.

“I told you not to smoke that in an enclosed space. You’re gonna set off the sprinklers,” you replied to him, knowing that he didn’t even bother to open a window. 

Classic Logan. 

A grin spread across his face. “The window was open. I closed it after I snuffed it out.”

“Bullshit.”

“Come on, Badger,” he reached over to lightly punch you on the shoulder, calling you the nickname he so cheerfully gave you when you told him you wanted a new X-Men name, “Have a little faith in me.”

Rolling your eyes, the two of you sat up together, exchanging glances. His grin faded into something more gentle, knowing that he wanted to give you a space to vent out your frustrations like you always did. Despite the hard exterior he showed to everyone else, you were the one safe place for him to unmask his soft, gooey center. It was something that surprised him too, and because of it, he knew you were something special. His best friend. His confidant. It only made sense to him to offer you a space where you could feel as safe as you made him feel too.

“Okay tell me,” he invited. “Why the long face? Which one of ‘em pissed you off today? Was it Scott?”

“No one pissed me off,” you sighed, grabbing one of his pillows to hug. “Just can’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Ah. Good ole insomnia,” he replied, tucking his legs into his chest. “You know what helped me with that back in the army?”

“What?”

A wicked smile spread across his face. “A good fuck.”

“Ew!” You shoved at his arm and he laughed, positioning himself back to a sitting position. “We’re in a school, asshole. I can’t just go around fucking anyone I want here. There are children present.”

“Come on, you’re tellin’ me you don’t think about walkin’ on over to Colossus or Storm’s door and-"

“Are you saying you do?” 

He snorted. “Have you seen Colossus?”

“Logan.”

“You seriously think everyone around you isn’t fucking around in this place?”

“I have been here longer than you, dick for brains," you reminded him, shaking your head. "Of course I know people are fucking. That does not mean I want to do that here,” you sniped, laying back down to stare up at his ceiling. 

“Point is,” he said as he lay on his side, resting his head on his hand, “the staff? We all get laid, whether it’s with each other or out in the world.”

You scrunched your nose. “Who’s we? It’s certainly not you.”

He scoffed, trying to act nonchalant with you, even if you read him like an open book. He hadn't been able to bring himself to get laid in a while, even if he knew he could charm anyone to do exactly that. At first, he couldn't really put a finger on why that was, but he noticed it more and more as the two of you started to become close friends, and though the answer was obvious to everyone else, he knew he couldn't go there. He simply wouldn't with you. You were the one good thing about being on this damn team, and he couldn't ruin it. He couldn't ruin you.

“You don’t know that,” he replied, shoving down the feeling.

“Oh come on, Logan. I know you," you teased, flaunting how well you knew your best friend. "I’d know if you were fucking someone, and the only one whose pants you wanna get into is still very married," you pointed out to him with emphasis. He blanched slightly, but you chose to ignore it. "Plus, you tell me everything.”

He blinked at the statement as if you had dropped an unclipped grenade in his open hands. It was true that he told you most things - things that he hardly or never told anyone else - you brought it out of him like that. But there is one thing that he never dared to tell you, and the more he thought about the phrase, the more it started to eat him alive.

“No I don’t,” he admitted, trying and failing to derail the conversation to go anywhere else.

“Yes you do, you can’t help it,” you teased, not even noticing the sudden hitch in his breath or the slow swallow of his suddenly dry throat. “All I have to do is slide you a beer and you run like a broken faucet. You can’t resist me, it’s embarrassing.”

That, he always knew was true. He couldn't resist you. No matter who he decided to flirt with, or who he wanted to fuck, he couldn't resist the desire to go and spend time with you instead. It terrified him - made him subdued in a way that was so unfamiliar to him that it made his stomach twist into knots every time he did so much as think about what it would be like to be wrapped around you as you slept, run his fingers down your back while you spoke, or dare he even think, to wonder what it would be like to taste your lips.

He paused for a moment, his smile fading. “Except I don’t, Badger.” He shook his head, feeling the weight of every yearning thought that clouded his mind. “I don’t tell you everything.”

The atmosphere shifted in an instant, the look on his face suddenly unreadable. There were very few times when a joke like that would affect him in this way, and due to the fact that it was rare for you to encounter one of those situations, you found yourself not knowing how to respond.

“You…don’t have to,” you settled for as a reply, suddenly feeling like you had to apologize for some reason. “I was just messing around, Logan. You have your shit, I have mine. I’m more than happy with the information you tell me. It’s why we work.”

You're right, he wanted to tell you. You're right, that is why we work. I don't have to tell you how I feel, and that's why I get to keep you. I don't get to mess up your life like I did everyone else's.

That seemed to fix the awkward shift as he chuckled and looked away.

“Probably for the best,” he admitted, his eyes flickering back up to you. 

Tilting your head with a cheeky grin, you asked, “Why?" You leaned forward with a challenge, looking into his eyes. "Scared I’ll run away?”

But the atmosphere changed again, pulling you both back down into something far deeper and away from your surface-level lightheartedness and humor.

“No,” he whispered, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Scared that I will.”

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Hi <3 this is part of a longer Old Man Logan fanfic I have on AO3 called "Logan & the Badger". If you would like to meet my OC, I would love nothing more than to yap about it with you. Thank you for reading. -Kai

[ateez-himari]

VEIL OF TEARS; TRACKLIST

EXTENDED PLAY; VEIL OF TEARS

i. The endless grieving cycle in which the survivor serves as their beloved's cause of death, the weapon that struck them down whilst the blade wielding worshipper simply materialized the consequence of their selfish corruption. ii. The last thing a sinner saw covering eyes that once held an innocent love as he held her dying body in his blood covered arms. iii. The sight that haunts the tainted man's every waking moment, driving him to seek redemption from the deity that stole everything from him. A veil of tears that will forever stain her memory

Chokehold ; 'When we were made, It was no accident'

Fawn and Vessel express their unusually deep infatuation for one another throughout this track, and whilst the young woman speaks calmly of fate when referencing their meeting, the man appears to be speaking after her sacrifice to show that though she died peacefully with the love brought by their relationship he is stuck in a stage of grief. The harmony of their voices during the outro mirrors the time their spent together, demonstrating the trust that they placed in a soul completely opposite from their own - with Fawn worshipping the deity that broke him while Vessel embodies sin itself in her eyes.

Scream My Name ; 'You look like Heaven, but you ain't no saint'

The very first time they slept together neither truly realized the implications that came with what they were doing and gave themselves entirely to one another, with Fawn holding an innocent trust towards Vessel, though remaining somewhat careful in light of the situation, whilst he makes hollow promises in the heat of the moment that may never be kept. Screaming his name fuels the man's dark desires to get revenge on the deity that hurt him as it is similar to the ways in which she praises Sleep, by chanting her name numerous times over in prayers.

One More Time (TITLE) ; 'It might just stop the hurting for the night'

Through this track Vessel is becoming more obsessive with every fleeting touch between them, continuously encouraging Fawn to take things further and ignore every boundary set by the temple in order to fulfil his own desires simply through loving words, a trick that is enough to bend her weak resolve. The worshipper is attempting to make excuses for what is happening in their relationship, to justify the sins they are both committing simply by holding one another and is much too blinded by the sinner's promise of forever to see through his act.

Rain ; 'Will you cleanse me with pleasure?'

Fawn and Vessel have become dependent on one another over time, expressing their ever growing desires to truly be together without the restrictions of opposing sides keeping them apart which is why they sing the same lyrics back to back, though the man is much more forceful about it as his love is now turning into aggressive control. While Fawn is softly asking him to 'rain down' on her so that she can feel the intimacy of their bond, the warmth brought about by true connection in between soulmates, Vessel is almost ordering her to stay at his side, to 'rain down' only on him and come down to him whenever she is asked.

Granite ; 'Between the secondhand smoke and the glass on the street'

Vessel disappeared without warning moments after their last intimate night together once the realization of what he had done dawned on him as he saw the infatuation in the young woman's eyes, making him realize that he had ruined her in order to fulfil his own selfish desires. Fawn's voice makes up majority of the track to convey the shattering emotions that followed his departure, and despite feeling intense rage towards his actions - as well as the fact that he ripped away her position as the deity's chosen one just through sweet words - she is still begging him to come back, saying that she will be anything he needs as he is now the only one she can hold on to. Vessel repeating those words back at her from his own perspective demonstrates the fact that he truly does love her, that he only left because he would have ruined every inch of her being by staying, almost as if whispering apologies to the wind stating that she was more than a warm body to lay beside, she was his salvation, his destiny.

Emergence ; 'You might be the one, To take away the pain'

The lovers are brought together once more through the influence of Sleep, though neither are aware of the truly gruesome fate that awaits, the track embodying the argument that ensues. Vessel questions Fawn on whether her presence is truly the enlightenment brought down onto his life in an accusatory manner, conveying the fact that he believes her to have some sense of superiority over him due to her holiness whilst he has nothing but sin and stating that the deity is only hurting people. Fawn reminds the man that she is not completely helpless, not simply some pet to be placed on a golden leash and paraded around unlike how he has been treating her, finally stating that no matter how much he chooses to break her she is loved by the people, sanctified by them, which means that their hatred will follow him in the deepest corners of the night in which he may attempt to hide his guilt. Despite so much rage being wielded like blades between them, they are begging one another to simply wrap them in their arms, still demonstrating love for each other despite everything.

Ascensionism (1:33 - 3:37) ; 'Tell me you met me in past lives, past lie'

Fawn desperately attempts to understand Vessel so that the two may find some way out of this impasse, getting down on her knees and begging him to not shatter the illusion of what they have, still naively believing that he never meant to hurt her, that this was all simply an awful mistake. Vessel on the other end has already given up, admitting that every word spoken under the cover of night was hollow and that the only thing he could offer is a broken reality stained with blood and sin. Finally the young woman breaks completely and whispers her last words to him 'you make me wish I could disappear', not knowing that this will be the last thing he ever hears from her lips whilst her heart still beats.

Crying For You ; 'Feast upon my flesh, lay my soul to rest'

Fawn and Vessel's final 'conversation' the moment of the sacrifice. Fawn gives herself entirely to him despite admitting that in those final breaths it was not love felt in the man's presence but rather fear at the way in which he managed to hide his true intentions whilst keeping her convinced he truly felt affection for her. The young woman then attempts to discover what secrets the sinner's heart hides only to face the fact that death was wrapping its arms around her body, slowly carrying her away from the man she believed to be her fate. Vessel on the other hand is reflecting on everything that led to this tragedy due to his own actions, expressing that he too has come to fear his lover, yet for reasons much different; he believed she was saving him but in truth his ever growing obsession for her turned him into a monster. Fawn will undoubtedly be the one that kills him through the devastation that is to follow once he is left to deal with the grief of losing her and while he knows it, he also believes it is the most peaceful way for him to go, getting revenge for the woman he sacrificed.

[inkyarcturus]

Okay so im stopping for the rest of the night (idk if I said but I’m doing all of these with a mouse and my wrist kinda hurts after a bit ;-;) - but I’m actually kinda cooking and want to make it the last request I had a fleshed out piece-

TO THE ANONYMOUS PERSON WHO SAID “For the art requests, maybe teen Severus and Remus being buddies (or less of enemies)?” Here is a lil sketch :D

Yall see the vision?

[the-heron]

he probably broke up a few fights between fitz and crozier right? probably? that's the only excuse i have for this

[greengoblinswifey]

Beneath Chaos—Hwang In ho/Player 001 x Fem!Reader

summary— amid the deadly Squid Game, you form a forbidden bond with Young-il, a married man. one night after lights out, seeking comfort, you ask him to stay by your side and things escalate.

warnings— no spoilers, age gap(reader is in her 20s, young-il is in his 40s), infidelity, oral(f!receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— for the newbies, y/n in all my stories is black but ofc, everyone can read <3 also this man has so many names, omfg.

Part II

The games had taken their toll on everyone. The latest round had been especially brutal, dead bodies across the arena, screams still ringing in your ears even after hours. Everyone was on edge, fear settling deep into their bones as they huddled in their corners of the dormitory, too paranoid to sleep.

You sat in the dim light, knees drawn up to your chest, trying to quiet your breathing. You glanced over to the group you had managed to stick with, Gi-hun, Jung Bae, Dae-ho, the rest and—Young il.

Your gaze lingered on him longer than it should have. He was older, quiet, and deliberate in his actions, his face lined with age and attractiveness. There was a steadiness to him, even in the chaos of the games, that drew you in despite your better judgment. You knew he had a wife, he had mentioned her being in the hospital when the group shared snippets of their lives. But the magnetic pull you felt toward him was undeniable.

The sleeping quarters was cold, the hum of fear in the air. You hesitated before shifting closer to him. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He turned to you, his expression calm but questioning. “What is it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling foolish for even asking. “Can you—can you stay beside me tonight? I just, um, I don’t feel safe.”

He regarded you for a moment, his dark eyes scanning your face. Then, after a beat of silence, he nodded. “Alright.”

Relief washed over you as he moved closer, sitting beside you on the thin mattress. The proximity made your heart race, but you told yourself it was just the stress of the situation.

Hours passed, and the room slowly quieted as people succumbed to exhaustion. You and Young-Il lay on your sides, facing each other. The dim light cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the lines etched into his skin.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing.

You blinked, startled. “Like what?”

“Like I’m the answer to whatever you’re feeling right now,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You flushed, breaking eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know you’re married. I shouldn’t—”

“Shh,” he said softly, his hand brushing against yours. “Let’s just forget everything for a moment.”

Your breath hitched as he moved closer, his face inches from yours. His lips brushed yours, hesitating at first, testing the waters. The kiss was soft, but the weight of everything unsaid between you made it feel electric.

You pulled back suddenly, guilt flooding you. “I can’t. This isn’t right. You have a wife—”

“Don’t think about that right now,” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “Just stay with me.”

His lips captured yours again, this time more insistent. The kiss deepened, a hunger building between you as the world outside faded away. His hands roamed down your body and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth. Your breath came in shallow gasps as he moved lower, his hands gripping your hips firmly. When he reached the waistband of your sweatpants, he paused, looking up at you for permission.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both desire and restraint.

You nodded, unable to form words, your heart pounding in your chest.

With deliberate care, he tugged down your sweats and underwear, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your thighs as he did. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe.

With his eyes locked on yours, his head lowered between your legs. His lips captured your bundle of nerves, sucking softly as a soft gasp left your lips. You pressed them together, not wanting to wake anyone to see what was taking place. His tongue flicked your clit sending more pleasure than you had ever felt throughout your body, making you shiver.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured between your legs.

You nodded frantically, fingers lacing in his silky hair as he continued feasting on your pussy. His tongue glided from your hole back up to your clit then down again. He circled your hole, letting his tongue slip inside as he collected your juices on his tongue. Your free hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as he slipped a finger inside your pussy.

Your back arched from the bed as his skilled finger curled and his tongue sucked on your clit with ferocity.

“You’re doing so well, cum for me, cum on my tongue and my fingers,” he whispered.

Your fingers curled into the thin blanket beneath you as he continued, each flick of his tongue and thrust of his finger sending shivers down your spine. His movements became overwhelming and you pressed your lips together tightly as an intense orgasm washed over you making your back arch from the small bed.

“That’s it, good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.

In that moment, the fear and chaos of the games melted away, leaving you wanting more. You trembled beneath him, breathless and aching, your skin tingling from the intensity of his tongue. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the dormitory. “I need more. Please.”

He stilled, his dark eyes meeting yours, searching for something. “Are you sure?” he murmured.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear as your fingers gripped his shoulders.

His lips curved into a soft smirk, his hands sliding up your sides. “Then beg for it,” he said, his voice low and commanding, with dominance you hadn’t expected.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your chest won out. “Please,” you murmured, your voice soft but trembling with need. “Please, Young-il, I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

“As you wish,” he interrupted. He shifted to sit back on his knees, his hands deftly tugging his sweats and boxers down. He watched your reaction as he freed his hard cock, his gaze heavy.

“Look at you,” he murmured, one hand stroking over your hip as his other lined himself up at your leaking entrance. “So perfect, so beautiful. I don’t deserve this, but, God, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You gasped as he pressed his cock into you slowly, his whispered praises filling the space between you. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his hand braced beside your head. “You’re doing so well. So tight, so perfect for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts measured and deliberate. The quiet around you made every sound amplified, the soft rustle of sheets, skin slapping, the hitch in your breath, and his murmured words of adoration. “Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, his voice cracking with need. “Do it, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You cried out softly, your hands clutching him as you surrendered, your body shuddering against his as your pussy gushed on his raw cock. He held you through it, his touch firm and grounding.

Moments later, he shifted, his body warm and solid beside you. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, lifting your leg over his hip as he slid into your throbbing cunt.

The angle made you gasp, your hand flying to his arm as he held you close. “You’re f-fucking me so good,” you managed, your voice breathless.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Stay with me. Feel everything, just like this. You’re perfect, you hear me? Perfect.”

Your breaths mingled as he began pounding into you harder and the rhythm grew more intense, both of you trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape. His lips pressed against your ear. “Cum with me,” he urged, his voice a broken whisper. “Cum on my cock as I cum inside you, sweetheart.”

You clung to him as your orgasm took ahold of you once more, the world fading away as waves of warmth washed over you. His grip tightened, and his soft groan against your skin coupled with the feeling of his cum filling your pussy were the only confirmation you needed that he’d joined you.

When the high ended, he rolled onto his back, pulling you against his chest. His lips pressed gentle kisses along your hairline, your forehead, your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and tender. “You’re going to get out of here. I promise.”

You nestled against him, his arms wrapped securely around you, the fear and chaos of the games momentarily forgotten.

[classyrbf]

PERSONAL TRAINER! — GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS...just some small little nsfw headcanons about personal trainer!gojo hehehe

INFO...personal trainer!gojo x fem!reader, gojo is touchy and pervy, sex in a gym, sex in the showers, oral (f!receiving), rough sex, praise, nipple play, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

personal trainer!gojo who you have the fattest crush on. You didn’t expect your personal trainer to be the hottest guy you’ve ever laid eyes but here you are

personal trainer!gojo who claims he’s a hands on trainer, demonstrating moves and helping you adjust your position and posture

personal trainer!gojo who is right behind you as he bends you over to make you touch your toes, his large hands on your as he pushes you down further and further “You got it…there we go. Yeah, good job.” You swear you almost melted right then and there

personal trainer!gojo who begins to compliment you everytime you walk in the gym, noticing how you always have your matching set on and how he can tell the workouts are really starting to shape your body like you hoped

personal trainer!gojo who gets you all hot and bothered when he’s doing push ups shirtless, sweat dripping down his godlike body, his grunts and groans filling your head with such perverted thoughts that you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom

personal trainer!gojo who pretends like he doesn’t know he has an affect on you, purposely doing what he does just so he can see you get all flustered and riled up, he thinks it’s so cute

personal trainer!gojo who has you two do a late night workout session with only you two in the gym, you come in with your matching set and water bottle with a smile on your face, not a single thought behind those eyes on what he plans to do with you

personal trainer!gojo who makes you lay on your back and stretch your legs upward and toward your chest, his hands gripping your calf and pushing back, hovering over you as hiss at the stretch. “You can take it, I know you can.”

personal trainer!gojo who notices you look away from him, avoiding eye contact as he pushes your leg further and further, his hips pressed up right against your throbbing heat. His hands glide down to your thighs now, tossing your legs over his shoulders. He knows exactly what he’s doing

personal trainer!gojo who has you leggings ripped open minutes later with his thick cock shoved inside your pussy, pounding you into the gym floor while you cry out his name

personal trainer!gojo who’s got you bending in all types of positions, each one making your eyes roll back at the way he hits that spot deep inside you. “This is what we were practicing for, sweetheart.” His chuckle sends chills down your spine

personal trainer!gojo who has cum around his cock so many times you can’t even form words, mindlessly babbling before you’re squirting around his cock again, screaming in pleasure

personal trainer!gojo who eats pussy like a champ, slurping, licking, spitting all over it while he moans at your taste and scent. He’s got your legs pushed back all the way to your chest as his tongue expertly circles your puffy clit, taking one of his long, thick fingers to rub against your g-spot

personal trainer!gojo who even fucks you in the showers, hot water cascading down your skin, his hands mushing your face up against the wall while he fucks you like a slut but tells you how much of a good girl you are for taking him so well

personal trainer!gojo who loves your titties so much, always cupping them, squeezing them, twisting your cute perky nipples until you’re a whining mess

personal trainer!gojo who is still your personal trainer despite everything that happened between you two, allowing you to come over his house to workout instead of the gym just so he can have you all to himself and fuck you whenever he wants

personal trainer!gojo whose idea of cardio isn’t running or walking, no, he just ends up fucking you in his bed for several hours until your both dazed and drunk off of sex

personal trainer!gojo whose only plan now is to train you to take his cock until you become absolutely addicted to the way he stretches you out and makes you cum so hard

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Soldier x Reader - NonCon

Yandere! Soldier with his foreign accent and foreign guns. With muscles that show even underneath all his body armour.

Yandere! Soldier who's part of a platoon sent to keep an eye on your neighbourhood. Who's looking for insurrectionists hiding in plain site.

Yandere! Soldier who's suspicious of everyone and everything.

Yandere! Solider who notices you all too quickly, with your books and your pamphlets. Who's immediately suspicious about the people that come and go from your apartment at all hours.

Yandere! Soldier who barely even waits for permission from his commander before he's leading a squad to bust down your door.

Yandere! Soldier who somehow ends up in your panty drawer and who lingers far longer than he needs to. Who searches through them - ostensibly for contraband - just so he can feel the silk and lace on his calloused hands. Who keeps picturing these lacy little things under your neat pleated skirt.

Yandere! Soldier who's pissed as hell when he can't find any evidence of rebellion. Hell, even those pamphlets you were carrying around the other day are gone. Who's disturbed by how calm you are - despite a bunch of soldiers ransacking your place.

Yandere! Soldier who grabs onto your wrist right before he leaves, who looks into your eyes and says that he knows something about you is suspicious. That you might have escaped this time but at some point, you're going to slip up.

Yandere! Soldier who can't help but notice how fragile your wrists are, how delicate your neck looks. How helpless you would be if it weren't for your frighteningly sharp tongue.

Yandere! Soldier who grins just a little when you threaten to demand a replacement door from his Sergeant.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself stopping outside your apartment more and more on his patrols. Who tells his squadmates that he's suspicious of you, when really he just wants a chance to watch you go about your day.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself gripping his rifle when he sees you walking alone with your male classmates. Who more than once has them stopped and searched.

Yandere! Soldier who takes his frustration out on his sparing partners - to the point that no one wants to train with him for fear of splintered bones.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps running into you. And despite his body armour, his rifle, his rank and power, you never seem impressed or even afraid of him.

Yandere! Soldier who watches as the martial law on your city becomes stricter and stricter. First the curfew, and then the armed checkpoints, and then the armored vehicles parked on seemingly every street corner.

Yandere! Soldier who knows what really happens to suspected rebels when they're held for questioning. Who keeps thinking of your wrists dwarfed by his hands. Who keeps thinking of your pretty hands mangled by the interrogators.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself alone outside your apartment, so nervous that his hands are trembling. Who knocks and knocks on your new door until you open it, still sluggish with sleep.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't give you a chance to scream as he shoves his way into your apartment and kicks the door closed behind him.

Yandere! Soldier who manages to hold onto you even as you kick and bite and swear at him.

Yandere! Soldier who hisses at you to just shut up and listen. That for once, he's trying to help you.

Yandere! Soldier who has to literally grab you by your collar and slam you against the wall before you stop trying to bite him.

Yandere! Soldier who tells you that the army intends to arrest you tomorrow morning on suspicion of insurgency. That he knows a place where you'll be safe.

Yandere! Solider who doesn't listen to your complaints or objections. Who zip ties your wrists together and gags you before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't even notice you banging your fists against his back.

Yandere! Soldier who drives all the way across the city in an armoured vehicle with you tossed across the backseat. At the checkpoints, his fellow soldiers just smirk and tell him to enjoy himself.

Yandere! Soldier who brings you to an old room in an old building. Who tosses you down on the bed and suddenly realises just how close you are.

Yandere! Soldier who slowly leans down to kiss your cheek. Who smells your perfume and feels himself slowly going feral.

Yandere! Solider who kisses down your jawline and then down your neck, his lips as light as feathers. Who runs his palms up your waist, marvelling at the softness of your skin against the roughness of his hands.

Yandere! Soldier who pins your hands above your head so he can admire your body stretched out underneath him.

Yandere! Soldier who knows this is wrong. Who knows it's going to hurt you and haunt you. Who feels his heart clench when he looks into your crying eyes.

Yandere! Soldier who knows, but fucks you anyway.

Yandere! Soldier who is so gentle, that you almost wish he meant it. Who keeps one arm wrapped around your waist the entire time. Who keeps whispering to you in his native language, his voice rough as in prayer.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps his forehead pressed against yours even as he thrusts deep inside you.

Yandere! Soldier who stays inside of you even after he comes. Who just wants to feel the warmth of your body under his. Who wants to pretend that the little muffled sounds you're making are out of affection.

Yandere! Soldier who cuts your bonds away with his combat knife. The blade catches the moonlight and it breaks his heart when you flinch away from him.

Yandere! Soldier who tries to convince himself he did the right thing. You're safe from the interrogation room, aren't you?

Yandere! Soldier who looks at your tears in the moonlight and realises his love was the worst thing that ever happened to you.

Yandere! Soldier who falls asleep with you in his arms, his dog tags pressed against your shoulder blades. Yandere! Soldier who knows that he's a monster, but holds you all the same.

Yandere! Soldier who whispers to you just before he falls asleep.

Мне жаль

I'm sorry.

Но я люблю тебя

But I love you.