#everything brings me to the point of tears

[elvisslittleegypt]

Can you do something with daddy kink older Elvis spanking his good girl when she gets bratty?

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 : Elvis Presley x FEM!Reader

𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 / 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 : daddy kink, spanking, legal age gap (reader is 19 and Elvis 41), mention of pain, p in v, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink, y'all tell me cause I'm too lazy to write it all 💀

“This ring on my finger is older than ya, y'know that?” Elvis's breath on the shell of your ear causes a chill to run up your spine, the weight of his statement making the heartbeat between your thighs thump twice as hard.

The cold metal of the aforementioned piece of jewelry almost stings against the slowly bruising plush of your ass, his slender fingers teasingly massaging your skin.

You can feel the tension in the air as he pulls his hand back, blindly anticipating the impact as you fight back the tears building in your waterline, the pain of your punishment starting to outweigh the pleasure you derive from it.

The bulge in his jeans digs into your tummy, letting on just how much he’s enjoying putting you back in your place. He looms over you for what feels like forever, the deafening silence only intensifying the urge to squirm in his lap in an attempt to tease his cock as much as possible, the angel and devil on your shoulders helping you weigh the odds of getting what you want if you do. Ultimately the angel wins, finding yourself too needy to risk losing your orgasm privileges for the night.

“Where’d my sweet little girl go?” He finally speaks, exaggerated disapproval lacing every word.

“I don’t know.” You whimper, the guilt of disappointing him finally setting in as you’re forced to sit with it.

“I know she’s somewhere in there, jus' have t'get past the brat.” He feigns sweetness before his tone takes a sinister turn, his hand coming down again quickly to lay several harsh slaps to your tender flesh, each hit alternating cheeks to give equal punishment to each side of your ass.

You grow more vocal, gasps and cries slipping from your lips despite how hard you try to keep them in. You can feel Elvis's cock growing even harder against your stomach with each cry, the sound only spurring him on further. He brings a firm hand down against your ass for the twentieth time, harder than the rest, making you jolt forward across his lap.

“y'think I’ve beaten the brat out of ya yet?” His free hand tangles in your hair, abruptly pulling your head back to look him in the eyes.

“Yes, yes! I’m sorry daddy, promise!” You plead, giving him the sweetest eyes you possibly can to drive your point home. His brow furrows as if he’s contemplating your answer, his features softening.

His hand gently massages your ass one last time, soothing your hot skin as he places a kiss on your forehead and releases your hair. “I really am sorry daddy.” You sigh as you shift to straddle his lap, resting your arms over his shoulders as his erection presses against your bare cunt through the fabric of his jeans.

“Y'know how ya can make it up t'me?” He asks, his hands slowly undoing his belt. You meekly shake your head, running your fingertips over the peach fuzz at the nape of his neck.

“By taking daddy’s dick deep in your sweet little pussy, babydoll.” He groans, pulling his cock out of his jeans and watching as you gently sink down onto him, finally starting to relieve the tension that had been building between the two of you all day.

Your head dropped to his shoulder, your train of thought diminishing with every inch he filled you up. it wasn’t until he bottomed out that he grabbed you by your cheeks, the look on your face telling him everything he needed to know.

The way you looked at him as if you didn’t have a brain, your eyes glassy and void of any emotion. you were truly, utterly cock drunk already. Elvis smiled, keeping his eyes trained on your face as he began thrusting into you. “this is what y'needed, baby hmm? needed me t'stuff this pretty pussy?” you mumbled a mix of nonsense in response, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Aww s'okay, y'don’t have t'make sense, baby..” Elvis continued thrusting into you, telling you how he was going to fill up your womb with his seed, making you the ‘prettiest mama Memphis has ever seen’.

“imagine that. carrying my baby 'round, being living proof of the filthy shit y'let me do to ya..” he shushed you when you cried out, his large hand rubbing your back soothingly as he pumped in and out of you. “yeah, let’s make that happen.”

[sturniololuv08]

TreeHouse Chapter 11

"Matty wants to see you in his room."

Summary: Matt gets angry.

"Anger is like hot blood rushing through your veins."

⚠️This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse.⚠️

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

Chris' POV:

She said she wouldn't let it go; honestly, I didn't want her to. But I knew the things she didn't. I knew if Matt found out I even talked to her, I would probably die. I thought about death often. Not in the sense I wanted to die necessarily but more so in the sense if it happened, I wouldn't be surprised anymore. I decided to walk home instead of taking the bus to help avoid Sienna—my Nessie.

I remember everything about her now. I accidentally trauma-blocked her. Leaving her behind, not knowing I wasn't going to see her for years, was the worst thing to ever happen to me. Worse than any beating I have ever taken. I remember that evening clearly. We got home, and Mom was livid that Father allowed me to go over there. She punished me by hitting me with the kitchen broom over and over. I begged our dad to help me, but I think that was his breaking point. He stopped being my father that day.

Since then, everyone in the house has treated me this way. I was alone. I lost everything. I held onto Nessie for a while. I imagined us playing together in the treehouse often. Sometimes, when Matt would use me as his personal punching bag, I would picture her doe eyes lighting up when I did something silly. She was my anchor until I forgot her. No matter how hard I try, I can't pinpoint the exact moment I forgot; I just did.

I was coming up to her house. I walked a little slower, secretly hoping she would see me and stop me. It's not that I didn't want to talk to her or be friends again. I didn't want the assaults that I knew would come with her friendship.

"Chris!" I looked up and saw her walking to the gate. I felt a sense of relief. "Can we talk?" She asked. I knew I didn't have much time to talk, but I wanted to. I needed to hear her voice.

"Not long, okay?" I just needed to be home at a decent time so no one got suspicious of my absence. She opened the gate, and I passed through. I followed her to the treehouse. For some reason, coming here during the day felt different. It felt heavier. She climbed up without issues. I tried my best not to show the pain in my arm, but I still winced enough for her to notice.

"What happened to your arm?"

"We can talk, but not about that." I was stern. She had to know not to press the issue.

"Okay." Her voice was soft and a little broken. I looked around the treehouse. Nothing had changed.

"It looks the exact same," I told her.

"I haven't been in here in years." She was also looking around like it was brand new.

"Why?" I asked.

"You left, and it just reminded me of you too much." I felt my words lumping in my throat. I wanted to tell her everything. I needed her to know it wasn't my choice to leave her behind. I never would have. But I couldn't. If this was still the same kind-hearted, strong-willed Nessie, I knew she would try to help, and it would just make it worse. I avoided looking at her.

"I'm sorry," I muttered. I could feel her eyes on me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up at her.

"Are you guys brothers?" She asked again. I felt the lump in my throat dissipate into tears. I needed to leave.

"I have to get home." I lied. Nothing pleased me more than not being at home.

"Chris, you can tell me." She reached for me and grabbed my hand, which made my skin crawl. I lurched away from the unwanted contact. She looked hurt.

"I have to get home," I said, starting to climb down. She followed me, as I expected.

"Chris, what happened to you?" She pleaded for an answer I couldn't give her no matter how badly I wanted to. I kept walking. Eventually, I heard her footsteps stop following behind me. I didn't dare look back at her. I felt like I already knew what she looked like. I made it to our house. On the outside, it was well-kept and looked nice. You'd never guess the hell that happened inside of it.

"What took you so long to get home?" Mother was right by the door in seconds.

"I wal -" She smacked my face. I looked down at the floor.

"I didn't say you could talk." Her threat didn't make sense since she asked me a question. I nodded, still not looking up. Part of me didn't like looking at her face. She was my mother, but her disdain for my presence distorted how she looked at me. I wanted to envision a mother who loved and cared for me just like Matt and Nick. She smacked the side of my head again for nothing. "Matty wants to see you in his room." Her words made my blood cold. I felt a jolt of fear sting through my body. I lifted my head to look at her now. "Fucking go." She pushed me towards the hallway leading to their rooms and my old one. I sulked slowly, knowing nothing about this was going to end well. I stood outside his bedroom door shaking. My whole body already felt light, and my head was full of air, ready to pop. I knocked, knowing I had no choice but to.

"Get in here." Nothing about his tone was calm. I could tell he was already mad about something. I stepped into the room. "Shut the fucking door." He was standing in the middle of his room with his arms folded. I quietly shut the door. I noticed Nick's absence, which meant this would be very personal. "Drop your bag." I knew I had to do everything I was told to do because if I didn't, then I would just get punished by Mom. I dropped the bag on the floor with a thud. "Why were you talking to Si today?" I was going to die. My eyes widened, realizing he had seen her chasing me around at some point.

"She talked to me." I tried to explain.

"Why the fuck did you talk to Sienna?" Matt's voice boomed, and I whimpered at the sudden volume change. I knew it didn't matter what I said. He wouldn't care.

"I used to know her," I told the truth.

"Well, you don't fucking know her anymore." He walked up to me and slammed my back against his door. "Got it?" Before I could respond, he grabbed my uncut, shaggy hair and started slamming my hand back into the wooden frame. "I asked you a question." He hissed.

"Yes, Matt. I won't -" He threw me to the ground. I turned over to see him walking over to me. He reared his foot back and kicked me right in the stomach. I curled up. This was it. He kicked me again and again. I felt the sole of his shoes kissing my blood vessels until they popped, creating purple splotches.

"Sienna is fucking my girl." He was carelessly aiming his kick but ensured his white shoes made contact with my body. I started coughing and groaning from the fire rising inside me. "If I see you talk to her again -" He kicked my mouth. My head lurched back from the decisive blow. I felt warm liquid start oozing. "I will fucking kill you." He screamed. I'm sure everyone in the house heard him. I knew it would be the worst whenever Nick wasn't involved with Matt's special attention towards me. He kicked my face again, and I felt the blood splatter like a flicked paintbrush. He kept going, stomping on me every once in a while when he felt like really putting the pain on me. I was feeling sick to my stomach. I felt like I was going to throw up from the immense pain. "I better not see you talk to her ever again." Matt gave me one last kick to the face. He left his room to go somewhere. I lay on the floor with my tiny blood pool and splatters. His blood stained shoes left red foot prints leading out the door.

I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. I couldn't breathe, and for the first time since ever being treated this way, I wanted to die. I lay in his room, uncomfortable, fearing his return. The door opened, and I couldn't even move to look and see who it was. I was picked up and dragged down the hall with my feet sliding against the floor. I was tossed in the tub with all my clothes still on. The water was turned on, and I was left alone. I felt something bubbling inside me, and I let it out of my mouth. The bile burned coming up. There were red blood streaks mixed in. The water imediately started washing it away. As soon as I felt myself catching my breath, my eyes became too heavy to keep open.

A/N I promise everything happening is for a reason lmaooo

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[antinousletmehit]

You know what?

Im about to end all of this wholesomeness-

You know when people think what will happen to reader when antinous dies?

What If it’s THE OPPOSITE?

like reader saw someone (Odysseus) Pointing an arrow and was about to shoot and the she pushes him and take it instead?

I mean from previous fics he can’t fathom the fact she got hurt- he even killed for her

Just for her to die scared I’m his arms???

That has to do something to him right???

Do you want me dead. THAT IS SO SAD opens my notes app

The great hall of Ithaca was chaos. The suitors were scattered, their bravado dissolving into fear as Odysseus, disguised no longer, unleashed his fury. Arrows flew with deadly precision, cutting down man after man. Screams echoed off the walls, and amidst it all, Antinous stood defiant, a snarl of rage on his lips as he drew his sword.

But even he wasn’t fast enough.

Odysseus turned his bow toward Antinous, the arrow already nocked. Time seemed to slow as the string pulled taut, and Antinous saw his end staring back at him in the hero’s cold, calculating eyes.

“Antinous!”

The voice cut through the chaos, and before he could process it, his little sister threw herself between him and the arrow. The twang of the bowstring was deafening. The arrow pierced her side, her body jerking back into him as her gasp filled his ears.

“No!” Antinous roared, catching her as she collapsed. His sword clattered to the ground, forgotten, as he cradled her in his arms. Blood bloomed across her dress, seeping through his fingers as he tried to staunch the wound.

“Why?” he choked out, his voice trembling with fury and fear. “Why would you do that?”

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her wide, frightened eyes meeting his. “I… I couldn’t let you die,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the chaos around them.

“You’re an idiot,” he hissed, his anger masking his anguish. “You—” His voice broke as a tear slipped down his cheek. “You should’ve let me take it. I can handle it. You’re not supposed to—”

She tried to smile, though it was weak and pained. “You’re my brother… I couldn’t let you go.”

“Stop talking like that!” he snapped, shaking his head as if sheer force of will could keep her alive. “You’re not going anywhere, you hear me? I’ll fix this. I’ll—”

Her hand reached up, trembling, to touch his face. “Antinous…is it gonna lonely? I’m scared.”

His heart shattered at her words. He pressed his forehead to hers, his grip on her tightening as if he could hold her soul within her body. “You don’t have to be scared,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m not letting you go.” Tears streamed freely down his face as he rocked her gently, his world narrowing to just the two of them. Around them, the battle raged on, but Antinous didn’t care. He would have traded everything—his power, his ambitions, even his own life—to save hers.

Her breathing grew fainter, her hand slipping from his cheek. “I love you, Antinous,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

“I love you too,” he choked out, his chest heaving with sobs. “Stay with me. Please, stay with me.” But as her eyes fluttered closed and her body went limp in his arms, Antinous let out a guttural scream of anguish, clutching her lifeless form as if his sheer determination could bring her back. Odysseus watched from across the room, his bow raised. There was no satisfaction in his gaze as he observed the grieving man before him, only a grim understanding of the cost of vengeance. He aimed for the grieving man’s throat.

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And then they lived down in the underworld together happy and cutesey

[secriden]

I always love your posts about THK and your recently pinned post and another one about Style yearning for skinship are just *chef's kiss*. So thank you for your analysis!

I saw some comments on tumblr that Style was acting as if he's sad and playing Fadel and I just could NOT agree, so I was glad to see your post. My opinion on Style's crying scene is I don't think Style meant to cry at first, but his emotions sort of overwhelmed him while he was talking. I think he definitely uses his cheerful disassocation with reality to deal with fear and he was just going to tell his message to his dad just in case, perhaps in a more lighthearted way, but he remembered about his mom and the reality of potential death hit him fully because his mother's death must be the closest death he'd experienced in his life. And when Fadel asked him if he was crying he just said Duh and wasn't fully crying, but after Fadel told him to stop the sob story, he turned back and the tears really started flowing. When I saw that I could really relate to him because that's how I usually act too- act nonchalant to hide my real feelings. Style wasn't planning to get emotional and then got mocked for it - and he was also denied his s*xual advances/skinship earlier too- that must've felt really hurtful to him.

As much as the scene hurts, I'm glad to see this was not cut because even cheerful, positive people like Style really gets down sometimes and people don't really understand this, even in real life! I was kind of like this when younger and had some people tell me they can't imagine me feeling sad or nervous. So seeing Style's rare serious and emotional side in the story is really made me kind of acknowledged? When I started watching this show, I didn't think I would get this attached to this character. He's like a ray of sunshine, very pure in his beliefs and quite fiercely loyal too (might be weird to say when he was complicit but he is actually loyal to both Kant and Fadel to the best of his ablities IMO) and the actor/Dunk is absolutely killing this role! Not just the crying scene in this episode, but Dunk's comedic timing in delivering the one liners is SO GOOD he manages to make me laugh every single episode so far.

Lovely anon, oh thank you for sharing so vulnerably about how you related to Style in that scene. I really agree with you that Style wasn't putting on an act to fool Fadel. I'm very surprised to hear that anyone still thinks Style is playing Fadel at this point?? O_O I don't think anything he does this episode is an act anymore -- even when he propositions Fadel with a shirt tossed into his face, there's clear and genuine intent behind it:

There's so much going on in this look. The gentle fondness as he gazes back at Fadel, the way the look seeks to communicate affection even as Fadel is glaring back in anger and frustration. But there's acceptance too, like he understands why Fadel is keeping his walls up, he understands why Fadel feels he deserves some of this harshness and he will let Fadel take the time he needs to come to whatever conclusions he wants to as long as Fadel does so with the understanding that Style's love for him is genuine.

Because at the end of the day the only thing Style really doesn't want is for Fadel to make his choice (to forgive or to cut Style off) thinking that Style's feelings are still a lie. I think that's the crux of the problem between them now: Fadel is pushing Style away because he is certain Style’s feelings aren’t true, and have never been true, but Style knows his own heart and understands the fundamental shift inside him that occurred over the course of their relationship.

Which is why I think Style is genuine in everything he’s showing Fadel now. Even if he didn’t mean to cry, I think his worry for his dad is very real. And I think the reason why he brings it up with Fadel is that Style is done hiding anything from him now. It’s not about manipulation, nor is it an attempt to make Fadel feel guilty. But he's taking everything Fadel is giving to him incredibly seriously and part of that is facing the possibility that Fadel may decide to kill him at the end after all. And that's... scary; hell its terrifying and heartbreaking and Style has understandable guilt related to how losing him after losing his mother is going to affect his dad.

And actually what you're saying about "cheerful and positive people like Style" also sometimes feeling down is such an important aspect of understanding Style's character. Because we can only really understand the weight of Style’s love for Fadel if we see him in all his multifaceted complexity: Style has suffered, Style understands the pain of loss but has learned to find joy in his life in the process of dealing with his mother’s passing. Styles cheerfulness and positively is not a sign of his immaturity or lack of complexity but rather evidence of a inner strength and determination to find meaning in life beyond the sadness. After my dad passed, it took me nearly 4 years to even get to a point where I began to want to want to find pockets of happiness. There was so much about me at the time time bound up in my feelings of loss and sadness and the ache of missing my dad, the unfairness of it all. Style is-- Style is so very precious to me.

And something I found really poignant is how Fadel and Style have such opposing methods of dealing with grief and fear. Fadel hides from it, runs from it, builds up walls and remains ever vigilante so he'll never be vulnerable again, while Style faces his grief and his fear head on. Style takes his fear out and holds it in the palm of his hand and in the process - like you said - maybe found himself more overwhelmed then he expected, but he allows himself the space to cry because he also sees that its important in the moment. And he invites Fadel into that vulnerability with him. That's insane to me -- Style's love for Fadel means that even when Fadel has a gun to his head and is the source of his fear, Fadel is always orientated on the INSIDE to Style.

To extend the allegory, the difference between them is that Fadel's love made him invite Style inside his walls as an outsider, but Style's love makes Fadel already part of him. Fadel doesn't need an invitation because at no point in episode 8 did Style ever treat Fadel as anything but an extension of his own heart.

So yeah, I'm so with you about being grateful for the scene. I think it maybe could have been shot differently (for instance, I kind of wish they'd just let Dunk do his thing and sell the moment without having that background music 180 degree shift), but I adore it for what it shows us about Style and the way he thinks and feels, and most of all the way Fadel is oriented in his heart.

[my5ticvyv]

I'll Always be Here With You.

Rafayel x GN!Reader, Xavier x GN!Reader (seperate)

!CW! - Comfort, Intimacy (cuddling, kisses, hugging), Reader is an overthinker, Reader, Xavier x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, GN!Reader, Endearments/Pet Name (my darling/darling, my dear/dear, my love/love, sweetheart). Let me know if I missed anything else!

Description - Reader is having a bad day, returning home and crying. With S/O noticing Reader crying, S/O does his best to comfort Reader!

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۶ৎRafayel۶ৎ

You entered his house, gently shutting the door behind you. You sniffle softly, taking your shoes off and heading to the bathroom to clean up. It had been a long day. Your mother was scolding you because you hadn't gotten full points on a test. It wasn't long until your boyfriend, Rafayel, knocked on the bathroom's door.

"My love?..." he softly calls out to you, hoping you'd open the door and tell him what was wrong. Normally, you'd greet him the second you return home before doing anything else. So, something had to be wrong. "Please, (Reader), talk to me."

Reluctantly, you open the door, revealing your tear stained face. He was right. You were crying. He gently extends his arms out to you, offering you a hug. You let him embrace you, and you sob into his shoulder.

"You're hurting.. please, tell me what's wrong. If not now, then later?" he pulls back just the slightest, cupping your face gently. He wipes your tears away, leading you to the bedroom and sitting you down on the bed. He brings you a change of clothes for the night, helping you change into them.

"I-I've.. I had a bad day.." you mutter, trying not to cry again. "I'm.. my mother got mad at me for not scoring 100% on a test..." you mutter. "She said that because of that I'm a disappointment... I'm so tired of trying to be what she wants me to be, college is stressful enough.. I'm so tired of her wanting me to be perfect..." you sob.

"Oh, sweetheart..." his gaze softens, and he hugs you tighter, "It's not your fault, okay?.. You don't need her to be perfect. You're perfect just the way you are.." he kissed your lips softly. "If you do not mind me asking.. what'd you score?" he asks, but not pushingly.

"...96%.. I got one question wrong.." you mutter out, wiping your tears away, slowly trying to calm down.

"That's still good, you still passed." he cups your face. "Now.. you feeling better?" he strokes your cheeks, lovingly. You nod in response, and he smiles softly. "Good.. You must be tired.." he pulls you down on top of him. "How about we cuddle?" he offers gently.

"Okay.. that'd make me feel better..." you smile back at him cuddling close to him. "Thank you, Rafayel.. I love you..."

"I love you, too. Goodnight, my dear." he says sweetly.

(WC - 405)

۶ৎXavier۶ৎ

You sighed, entering the apartment, only to be met with a sleeping Xavier. Of course, that's to be expected. You were just glad he wouldn't see how upset you were. Your day was rough, and it was just too overwhelming for you. You had gone out, and of course, being a hunter is no easy task. You sustained some injuries, though nothing too bad.

You headed into the bedroom to clean yourself up, you were facing the window, so you didn't see the door open, nor did you hear it. Xavier walks up to you, drowsily.

"Darling?.. You're injured.. why didn't you wake me?..." he asks softly, his voice startling you just slightly. He takes the bandages from your hand, and helping to tend to your injuries. "Didn't want to worry me?..." he mutters out.

"..No. I.. I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful." you say in response, letting him tend to you without fussing. Xavier shakes his head at your response, smiling softly. He looks up at you.

"That's the least of my worries. You, however..." he sighs, finishing up. He puts everything away. "You must be hungry." he says. Leading your into the kitchen, he sits you down before heating up some food he had made. "Here.. eat up." he says, silently watching you as you eat.

"...Stop watching me, weirdo." you huff, embarrassed. He chuckles softly, kissing your forehead as an apology. "..Thank you, by the way..." you utter out, leaning into him.

"Of course, my love. It's my pleasure to help my sweetheart." he smiles at you, "Though.. You need to be more careful, okay? I know you're strong, and I do not doubt your abilities. But I do worry for you."

"I'll be more careful.. I appreciate your concern, Xavier." you sigh. After you finished eating, the both of you headed to the living room and settling down on the couch, cuddling each one another.

"I.. love you, (Reader)." he says earnestly, "You mean a lot to me. So please, when you're injured, come to me?" he requests softly, his face buried into your hair.

"I will, and I love you, too." you smile, kissing his jaw.

(WC - 365)

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[mythos-writes]

Stupid Dom, Stupid Finn...

Rhea Ripley x (Female wrestler) reader, Damian Priest x (Female wrestler) reader (All Platonic)

Plot: (Y/N) is there for Rhea and Damian in the aftermath of Summerslam...

Word Count: 607

Warnings: none just the break up of the Judgement day

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(Y/N) was sitting in the Judgement Day clubhouse when everything went down. Damian was warming up his match while everyone else was watching Rhea’s match. 

“What is Dom doing?” she questions, getting everyone’s attention. 

They watched as Dom grabbed the chair from Rhea’s hand, distracting her, and letting Liv get the upper hand. Dom did it again which caused Liv to win. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” Damian mudders before storming out of the clubhouse. (Y/N) gets up and quickly follows her friend.

They get to the gorilla just as Rhea gets back there, Liv and Dom are nowhere to be seen. 

Rhea makes eye contact with both of them and collapses into their arms. Damian and (Y/N) were shocked at her reaction. Rhea started to shake as her tears streamed down her face.

“Oh Rhea,” Damian whispers into her head. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up,” he says, ushering her towards the women’s locker room.

“Make sure she is ok,” Damian says before leaving for his match against Gunther. 

(Y/N) sighs, mind reeling from what had just happened. She turns to Rhea who just looks broken. “Come on, let's get you washed up,” she ushers her friend towards the shower.

Rhea stood there, watching as (Y/N) set up the shower, water to the perfect temperature, the right body wash, etc.  Panic set in across Rhea's face as she was about to leave to give her privacy. The panic attack was slowly creeping over Rhea.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not going anywhere. I will be in the other room if you need me ok?” Rhea nods. (Y/N) hugs her before letting Rhea be. As Rhea was in the shower, (Y/N) watched as Finn went and sabotaged Damian’s chance of winning. 

“We’ll be alright,”  she whispers, watching her once-perfect chosen family fall into disrepair.  

Monday Night Raw

Damian was furious at his ex-friends. Turning against him was one thing but turning against Rhea was another. (Y/N) was stuck in the middle. Since Saturday night, Finn and Dom had been blowing up her phone, trying to get her to hear them out. She ignored them, not wanting to hear what they had to say. 

She is sitting with Rhea in the women’s locker room, Rhea is getting ready for her promo. She was putting on her boots while (Y/N) was watching her. She had just watched Rhea all of Saturday night and all day Sunday, trying to go through what had happened during Summerslam. Her phone buzzed again, breaking her trance on the Australian. It was another blitz of texts from Finn and Dom. 

“It is them again?” Rhea asks, sitting beside her.  

“Yeah, I’m just gonna block them at this point,” (Y/N) comments, going into their contacts, and hitting the block button. She sighs, leaning back into the concrete wall of the dressing room, and observing the woman sitting beside her. 

“I am proud of you,” the words slip from her mouth quickly. Rhea zones back in onto her. A small smile creeps across her black-painted lips. “You got hit by a lot of stuff in almost 48 hours and you, and Damian, have done a good job of being there for each other.”

Rhea brings her closer, hugging her. “You should give yourself more credit, you have gone through just as much as we have.”

Rhea brings her closer, hugging her. “You should give yourself more credit, you have gone through just as much as we have.” 

Thanks, Rhea,” (Y/N) says, admiring the makeup job for tonight. 

“Now come on, the show is about to start and certain people need a beat down.”

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(7) Cheater: Dick Grayson x reader

part 1/ part 2 / part 3 / part 4/ part 5 / part 6

A/N: ladies and gentlemen I give you : THE FINALE! happy early b-day @pookieisme4life 🎁🎁 (I was about to wait till 24th but it turned out impossible I am so excited to post it!!!)

***

„Who the hell are you?”

Honestly, he could care less about the ID of the mystery person, nor he hoped for the actual answer, but the initial shock did just that.

They were driving towards some unknown destination that was allegedly the location of the place Y/N was taken to.

“Nice try, Nightwing. Keep dreaming” the person, who was already deemed as a woman, laughed, swirling abruptly yet skillfully.

“Seriously you can’t just expect me to address you in a hey, you way.”

“Valid point. For the sake of it, let’s settle on calling me Shadow.”

“Fine. Whatever. Now why are you helping me?”

“I did some bad things In my life. Maybe this is my way of making up for them.”

“Huh. Seeking redemption?”

“Pretty nice trope, isn’t it?” she laughed. It was actually pretty nice to be able to use humor even in dire situations. “I was always a sucker for the character who wants to do better in their life.”

“Yeah. At least you chose a better way to do so than my brother.”

“You mean Red Hood?”

“For someone I don’t know shit about, you seem awfully knowledgeable about my family ties.”

“Intel is everything, Nightwing. And yes, I know what your other brother, Red Robin, might say.”

“Who the hell are you?!” At this point Dick was really getting curious.

“A friend.” She responded, looking right at him, her eyes shining from behind the mask.

***

“Let me go!!”

“Easy princess. Behave or this might actually get worse for you.”

“LET ME GO!!” she struggled against the binding on her wrist and the sack put on her head.

“What did I tell you, you bitch!?” She was abruptly pulled out of the car and thrown onto the ground. “Do you have a death wish?!”

“Fuck you!”

“If I were you, I’d cooperate, you little slut. Otherwise we might have to scar that pretty face of yours more than it’s necessary.”

With a sharp movement the sack was torn off her head and she had to squint her eyes from the light that hit her eyes with excessive force, reinforced by the fact she had just spent god knows how much time in a dark car with eyes covered.

“Shit…” there was no possibility to hold back the hiss and a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Yes. Yes sunshine, you’re in deep shit.” The kidnapper kneeled to her level and caressed her cheek in a condescending gesture, obviously misreading her tears as a sign of fear and submission. “So pretty…”

“Piss off!” she acted instinctively, ending up with a slap on the cheek and stinging sensation that only added to her anger.

“Didn’t I tell you to behave?”

“I had a stinking sack on my head, maybe there was something wrong with my hearing at the time and – “ her head spun to the side as another slap, this time far harder landed on her cheek.

“Well you definitely heard me now. And if you didn’t I won’t hesitate to remind you again. Now get up, we’re taking you to the boss.”

Great.

She was in a freaking video game, when two brainless thugs captured her for a reason that was still a mystery to her and was now taking her to the den of a final boss on the level.

***

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

Should she even be surprised that said den had a design of a video game? Dark, cold, adjourned with different kinds of weapons scattered here and there, huge desk in the middle and three monitors that took up the entire wall?

Almost grotesque.

But hey, who was she to judge the taste of Gotham’s criminals, right?

She probably should have been terrified, praying to every higher power to be saved by Batman, Red Hood, Robin or – damn – even Poison Ivy in the worst case, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to that particular emotion. It was like her brain refused to anchor in reality and everything turned into a freaking dream she was sure to wake up from any second now.

Though maybe getting back to reality in which Dick was still with Sienna and she was brokenhearted wasn’t really a good alternative.

Right. Dick.

Did he even notice her gone? Or was he too busy patching things up with his girlfriend, already forgetting about Y/N? The girl he claimed to love?

A kick in the back of the knees that send her to the floor (again) made her realize that while getting lost in her thoughts she missed the obviously very important and very detailed speech of the villain who was describing his wicked plan to take over the world and –

“Ouch!”

“Stupid bitch.”

“It hurts!” she tried to squirm away from the kicking but it was immensely hard with her hands still bound.

“Hold the fire, boys. Easy. The lady is our guest after all and this is not how we treat guests, is it?” The goons chuckled darkly, because clearly guests were deserving of a far more cruel and brutal treatment. “Now, now, don’t be scared little one. We won’t hurt you. Much. At least not until you give us what we want.”

The owner of a deep, husky voice, who clearly was the host of the party finally decided to step forward and show his face.

Well.

Not exactly showing his face.

***

 “Could you at least tell me who we’re dealing with here?!” Dick muttered, keeping his voice low as he and Shadow pulled at the abandoned building on the outskirts of Gotham. “Do you even know?”

“Why? Does it matter?” Shadow joked “Would you use a different contingency plan for Riddler and another one for Two Face?”

“Could you please stop joking about it? This is my girlfriend we’re talking about!”

The emotions started to come to the surface, and Nightwing started becoming uncharacteristically scatter-brained.

“Idiot. Keep it down!” Shadow hissed, pulling him behind the corridor crease, miraculously avoiding the watchful gaze of the guardian. “Here’s what I get for putting myself at risk. Nightwing announcing his presence to the entire compound filled with criminals. Get yourself together. Or is it too hard for you?!”

Dick grimaced. He hated himself at the moment. For both losing his cool, especially in front of someone who could hold it against him and for missing on precious time since every second counted.

“Y/N. Think about Y/N.” he muttered to himself “She needs your help. Now more than ever.”

He took a few deep breaths, calming down the storm inside him to the point where he was actually in control and capable of turning the fear and concern into anger.

If anyone touched his Y/N….

“You back?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m back.” He opened his eyes, completely focused, eyes sharp, instincts on high alert. “Tell me who’s the fucker who dared to take her.”

“Black Mask.”

“Fucker.” The word left Dick’s lips without the involvement of his brain. That was how much he loved her. The golden boy, teasing, joking and playful nightwing turned into a machine, swearing and ready to freaking kill, almost Red Hood like.

“So? Ready to kick some asses?”

“After you.” The predatory smirk blooming on his face was a sign of incoming violence and spilling blood.

***

Her screams mixed with the ones coming from the corridor in a beautiful, gory cacophony of sounds. An ode painted with blood and pain. Maybe that was why for a longer moment no one in the room actually paid attention nor was willing to try and differentiate the sources of notes in the song.

 Or maybe it was the fact that the goons’ cries were extremely high-pitched, almost reaching the same key as the yelling of a woman trapped in the torture machine, losing strength with every passing second.

“Oh no, no, no, no.” Black Mask laughed cruelly “you don’t get to pass out on me yet. Info first.” The iron grip on her wrist tightened even more, as if that was even possible, cutting into skin and muscle, amplifying the blood loss.

For the last whatever-time-passed she was kept on the edge of consciousness as if Black Mask was hoping that choking, hurting and injecting with some substance would cause her to lose inhibitions and finally blurt out the information he was so dead set on getting.

Who is Nightwing.

Who is Batman.

Any piece of information would turn out to be useful, but since the beginning of the questioning it became painfully clear that that stupid girl was either too weak or too strong to answer.

Too weak because it seemed that even the slightest amount of pain made her repeatedly pass out and too strong because on those intermittent periods where she actually was conscious and aware of the surroundings enough to talk was the one making her extremely stubborn and uncooperative.

And Black Mask was losing his patience.

Here he was, gracing that little scum with his presence instead of submitting her to the treatment of his lower men, with less than gracious methods and she had the audacity to be bratty.

A vicious circle in which he was using the moments to get information only to be refused, beating her again and ending up with a thoughtless body, achieving nothing, over and over again.  

He should have just stuck to using his rat, skillfully planted in Gotham.  

“Fuck!” he yelled seeing as once again she went limp on the chair only because he pulled her nail. “Stupid bitch!”

“Mmmmm…” Y/N muttered and for a moment the room was completely quiet save from her little whimpering.

And then –

“OUCH!”

“FUCK!”

“RETREAT!”

“The hell?” Black Mask walked to the door and looked through the peephole. “Fuck!” Seeing his guards and men being thrown in different directions, sounds of yelling and snapping bones alongside with blood streaming on the floor was not the best view before 7 p.m. and definitely not the best without his favorite drink. Under any other circumstances he would be giving zero fucks about the violence outside the safe door, but now – he had a plan to complete and no one, fucking no one would prevent him from succeeding.

The loud sound of a door’s guard crashing with the metal surface and pictorially sliding down with crushed skull caused Sionis to quickly recalibrate his plan.

Seemed like Red Hood was in the house. And not that Sionis was scared, but-

“Hold them back!” he yelled, grabbing the limp body of Y/N and rushing towards the safety exit, to the roof where his private jet was landed just in case of emergencies.

And this was clearly an emergency.

***

The door broke about 30 seconds after Black Mask rushed to the passage.

“You carry explosives with you everywhere?” Dick muttered, equally impressed and shocked.

“What? It comes in handy and -”

“AAAAH!” Both goons rushed at the two vigilantes before Shadow could finish a sentence, but their brave loud cries quickly turned to quiet, broken sobbing as they were laid down.

“Be a sweetheart and tell me where he went?” Nightwing leaned over the goon with an almost soft smile.

“mhm…” inert waving towards the passage was enough of an answer.

“Good boy. Thanks.”

***

“NO!!” she yelled as Black Mask was dragging her through the roof. Sudden realization of all the things that could go wrong making her much more valiant and strong. As long as she was still in Gotham and not exported to another city or – god forbid – country – could result in being deemed as another missing-without-trail- person.

That is – if someone was even looking for her in the first place.

Tears pricked in the corner of her eyes at the thought that she could be so easily forgotten.

And the terror she was holding back for so long, since the moment of being dragged into that black SUV, finally found a way out…

“NIGHTWING!!!”

***

“Y/N!!”

A dead man would hear that cry and even a dead man would rise from the dead at the sheer desperation beaming from the voice.

“Y/N!!! I’m coming!”

***

“You’re becoming a trouble!” Black Mask hissed, slapping her repeatedly, drawing another stream of blood this time from the broken lip.

“I – “

“I’m so done with you. Should have just killed you the second you turned out to be of zero significance to the cause. Now come here you little bitch-“

“No!!”

She blindly started to run away, only to trip (obviously) and ending up back in Sionis’ grip.

“NO!!”

He was too strong and she was too scared and stiff to fight anymore. Digging heels into the ground did no harm and was definitely no hindrance in being pulled towards the ledge of the 10-stories building.

“NO!!!!”

“Y/N!!”

Both the girl and Sionis froze for a moment as another male voice cut into the screaming match.

But it was too late.

***

“Go!” Shadow was probably the only one who didn’t lose cold blood.  “GO!”

***

She was falling.

And it was beautiful.

Knowing that she would finally be free of all the pain, of all the heartbreak, of the guilt coming with betraying another girl by sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend. Liberated from being stuck in the memories of the past when she was actually happy, before everything went to shit.

“I love you Dick…” she whispered, finally crashing to the ground.

***

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Oh, come on, not this again!” Shadow hissed, extremely dissatisfied with the fact that everyone she encountered was far more interested in getting to know her personality, rather than fearing her killer skills.

For Black Mask it took a record time of ten minutes before calling defeat and ending up bound and being taken by the GCPD.

***

“Y/N.”

She opened one eye and much to her surprise found out that she was not a celestial body looking at her bloodied pulp of a body on the pavement.

“I love you too…” the warm embrace around her was welcomed but in time started to become a little suffocating and her battered body refused to be squeezed.

“Dickie…”

“Shh… shh, I got you.” He whispered again, caressing her hair, kissing her forehead, doing everything to assure both her and himself that it was all over and that he got her, that she was safe and he would never let it happen again. Never.

“H-How? W-what happened-? I – I thought-“

“You thought so little of me, didn’t you?”

“Idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Fucking prick! I swear if it wasn’t for this – “ she swung her injured arm in the air “I’d slap the hell out of you!”

“I saved you!”

“I almost died and you’re making jokes!”

Oh. Right. Maybe, just maybe given the circumstances it was slightly inappropriate.

“Sorry.”

“Yeah. You better.” She pouted, but he knew better, wiping the unshed tears. “It’s over.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“What happened?”

“I’m an acrobat, remember? I jumped. And damn, I wish someone had that on video because it was really one of my best – Ouch! Ouch! Ok, ok! Stop it! Point taken!”

***

“How are we doing here?”

Once Sionis was seated in the back of a police car, hands were shaken and words of gratitude exchanged Shadow walked towards Dick and Y/n.

“I think she’ll live.” Dick teased with a smirk, predictably moving a safe distance away from his -- .

Right.

Maybe there was no happy ending after all with that messed up relationship thing hanging over their heads like a freaking axe.

“Can’t say the same about Nightwing though” Y/N pushed the thought away, settling on sending him a death stare for making fun of her again.

“Good. I’m glad.”

“I think you made up for whatever crime you were trying to redeem, Shadow. Thank you. I owe you. You saved my –“

“Girlfriend?” Shadow prompted, looking between Y/N and Dick, making them both blush in a bit of embarrassment.

“It’s complicated-“ they both said at the same time.

“Oh, trust me, it’s not complicated at all!” Shadow laughed

“What do you mean? You don’t know-“

“I know more than you think. Haven’t I proved that already?” Shadow turned around, making sure no one was watching and slowly took of her mask.

***

Fast forward. One week later.

Y/N was walking out of the hospital. It seemed like her arm was healing nicely and there were no complications, though her doctor was very stern while telling her she was supposed to rest and not get herself involved in any form of physical activity.

If he only knew that she was in a relationship with Gotham’s and Bludhaven vigilante.

“Y/N!”

Speaking of which, said vigilante was now honking at her from his Porsche.

“Showoff!”

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping!

She laughed and jumped inside the vehicle.

“You’re supposed to hold the doors open for me!”

“Mh. Missed you too, sunshine.” He leaned over the gearbox kissing her with a cheeky grin. “How’s the hand?”

“She’ll live.”

“Quoting me already, princess? Careful, I might think you consider me a superstar or something.”

“Idiot!”

“Ouch! You’re hurting me. But I’m willing to forgive you, giving the circumstances of late.”

He started the engine and took the way to the city.

“Yeah. Crazy, right?” her head fell onto the car’s headrest and she sighed heavily. “I mean – who would have thought…”

***

Flashback

“S-Sienna!?”

“Hey you two.”

“h-hey? What do you mean “hey”?! What is this?! Some sick joke?!”

In her stupor Y/N missed the fact that Dick was as shocked (if not more) as her. Hence it couldn’t have been any conspiracy against Y/N’s mental health.

“Whoa! Whoa! Relax!” Shadow Sienna raised her hands in surrender “Dick-“

“The hell?! How do you know? Damn it-!” he forgot about all the rules of safety and tore off his mask. Getting to the bottom of this shit was far more important.

“- I meant what I said. Really! About that redemption arc! Just – just listen to me!”

“Five minutes.”

“It was all a scheme-“

“Well let me tell you, your explanation is starting off the wrong foot” Dick groaned, pulling Y/N to his side to strengthen her mentally.

“I am Black Mask’s niece in the second line!” Sienna explained dramatically “wait-! Wait-! I have no loyalty to him! Not anymore!”

“One minute left.” Dick hissed

“It was all a plan. He had some vague idea about the ties between the one Dick Grayson and Batman and Y/N and wanted to use all of you against each other.”

“Thirty seconds.”

“Yes, fine! I was his spy for a moment, but then you two-. God! You love each other! And I just couldn’t- I couldn’t-“

Y/N wriggled out of Dick’s embrace and walked to Sienna, grabbing both her hands in her healthy one.

“Thank you.”

End of flashback

***

 “I really hope you took your golden visa with you, cause I am about to go crazy with this shopping spree.”

“Hey. No limits on Bruce’s cards. He won’t even notice the loss of a couple thousands and I got my girl back, so-“

“I think we should send-“

“I already took care of that.”

After all the trouble and drama they got their happy ending.

***

In another part of town a certain girl found a fruit and sweet basket on her doorstep. With a little, but meaningful card.

It seemed like she found her happy ending too.

One in which she was no longer used by anyone and treated as a villain.

With the view for a future of freedom.

@miraculous-panic @fullbelieverheart @xlatinaaxx @ietss @arfrona

@gracescor3 @jaysgirlx @fuzzym4m4 @peachmartini @xenop0p @madness1999sworld

@leovergurl

[kkreadsstuff]

couple things:

-draco having his first call is everything to me. i love him doing muggle things, it hits me right in my uwus

When she turned back to face him, she was surprised when he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug. One of his hands was slung low on her waist, and the other slid under her hair to cup the back of her neck. He drew back slightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Her legs turned to jelly underneath her.

ur legs??? bitch what about my legs? what about my feelings? ?? omg 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

-the smut is fucking amazing and filthy and perfect and i'm screaming and kicking my feet and giggling and throwing shit around my house!!!!

-idk how many "good girls" i'll be able to read before i simply perish but i am willing to take that risk

-them reading in bed together before bed and him reading A WINTERS TALE??? the details? girl. GIRL.

-them both equally being fucking love sick obsessive self-deprecating nerds is just hitting me right in my mf chest

-not to bring up the smut again but the morning sex scene???

-narcissa is annoying but in a cute overbearing mom typa way

Harry looked at Ginny for help. She rolled her eyes but patted his hand gently where it rested on the table. “Hermione’s falling for him, and now that she’s had a taste of how good it could be, she’s devastated to think how it will be if he doesn’t feel the same.”

mhm mhm mhm BUT HE DOES FEEL THE SAME 🗣💖💖💖💖 but honestly the pining (the mutual pining! THE DUAL POV MUTUAL PINING) is so delicious that i can tear my eyes away from it!!!

“Merlin, you’ve got it bad,” Theo said, clapping him on the arm. “No, I used to have it bad,” Draco said, shaking his head. “Now, it’s worse.”

and then hermione immediately says in her POV section:

This was worse. How was it possible that this was worse?

babes, DO YOU SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE??! this is a masterclass in fic writing, in romcom, in medium-sexual burn/slow emotional burn, it's just... bitch it's ART! it's art! point blank. period.

i'm a fucking mess in the best way., and idc how long this post is, i love this fic lmfao

*eeeeee* okay okay hello, i am about to get started on "meet your match" by morriganmercy! it's a bit longer than what i've been reading for the past few days coming in at 26 chapters and just over 121K words. i already know that i love morriganmercy's writing so i am about to eat this fic tf up 😭😂 munch munch crunch crunch mhm

summary:

After the war, Draco Malfoy seeks refuge from infamy in the Muggle world. A friendly Muggle couple takes him under their wing, but there’s a problem: they are intent on setting him up with their best friend, Hermione Granger. Or, in which the Muggle friends Hermione Granger undoubtedly would have had will not take no for an answer.

tags: POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Mutual Pining, Secret feelings, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Post-War, EWE, PTSD, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, bi-Hermione Granger, Praise Kink, Protective Draco Malfoy, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Drinking,, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending; rating: explicit

fjidosa;f !!!!!! 😭💖 those tags, bro!

i'm really excited to read this! morriganmercy's fic "ten out of ten" is the only fic with the "slow burn" trope where i have actually enjoyed that particular aspect, that made me squirm with delight, that kept me interested and so much more so i am so interested to see how this one goes! also..... bi-hermione? gay shit?! yessssss! yes! yes yes yes!

and! DUAL POV's!!!! DUAL POV'S! THEY BOTH GONNA BE SPEAKING FROM BEYOND THE FIC AND I--

i have a feeling that i will be wanting to inject this fic directly into my veins. i love all the tags. love. LOVE.

also i'm excited to see more OC's from morriganmercy as well because the OC aspect of "ten out of ten" was so goooood! and this premise is so unique, i haven't seen anything like it yet. bro i'm salivating for this fic, let's just start, let's mf go!!

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it's okay.

luke castellan x reader

not requested!

1.3k words

showluke implied because Im a charlie bushnell girl

today has been the absolute worst day. from the start of the day towards the middle of it all of it. has been the absolute worst.

it's making my patience small and I know I'm gonna burst out at someone any minute now. and then I'm gonna regret it terribly.

I just hope it isn't at someone who doesn't deserve it. I mean if it's some douche I wouldn't really feel bad (not at all)

but if its to annabeth or luke or something I would feel so terrible.

in the morning I had to clean the pegasus stables and that is already terrible enough.

then I was late to breakfast so I ate nothing and lunch is disgusting today! so I just sat at my table and I had no one to talk to and when I tried talking I would always get cut off!

I mean I love my siblings but sometimes they talk to much! so I was lonely like all day basically and I don't do good with no one to talk to.

I don't know why I just have to talk to someone or I'll go crazy in my own thoughts and then that's when it gets bad again.

I've tried to fix it or help it but I just can't. it always comes back.

now I have to do training with luke. and don't get me wrong I love training with him it's just. I feel like he treats me like a baby. I've seen the way he let's me win.

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of feeling little. and I know that's not his intention so I try and go harder. and maybe when he realizes I can take care of myself then he'll go a little harder.

I walked to our spot where we train. it was always in the woods for some reason. maybe it was more intimate

"you ready?" I heard from behind me as I was looking for him. "I guess" I say fiddling with my fingers and looking down a little.

"what's wrong?" "nothing- nothings wrong okay?" I say setting my stuff down and getting ready.

"let's just get started?" I say trying to lighten up the mood i created when I saw his confused face.

-

I had tried my best I know I did. and I could tell. he wasn't trying at all!

I mean I get he's only training with me because I could use some help but damn this isn't helping at all!

he's the best swordsman at the camp and he can't even make it seem like he's trying? I'm just getting so frustrated putting my all for.. for.. nothing!

my sword slices through the air one last time before I had gotten to my frustration point.

"why do you always have to do this?!" he looks up for a second before I continue "I mean your supposed to be the best at camp and you can't even pretend to fake it for me!"

"I hate this, I hate this sword, I hate these people and everything!" I say throwing my sword to the floor and going down with it.

it was all really a blur next. but I don't know if its because I was crying or because of my little episode.

I'm sitting on the floor knees to my head and holding onto myself like if I let go I would fall apart like a puzzle and never be able to put myself together again.

I heard lukes voice from the side of me. "hey hey it's okay! what's wrong please tell me what's wrong." he said wrapping his arm around me.

"please I want to know your okay what happened, are you hurt?" he keeps persisting and I don't even know what to say.

'oh I've been mad all day so now I'm bringing it out on you!' see when you say it in your mind it sounds worse.

"I'm sorry luke I'm so so sorry!" I say rocking back and forth slightly. I just whisper to myself sorrys and how I shouldn't have brought it down on him.

"hey hey you have nothing to apologize for." he says trying to get my attention from my head still burried in my knees.

"I promise I didn't mean it please don't break up with me I'm sorry!" I ramble not knowing what to say but wanting to express my sorrys.

he gently lifts my head and cups my cheeks. "I am not breaking up with you over something this little. I could not even think about it" he slowly wipes my tear stained cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

he allows me to calm down a bit before asking again "now would you mind telling me what happened to make my girl freak out like this?"

"it's dumb. just a horrible morning. and you didn't deserve to have it brought onto you." I say blinking my wet lashes away.

"I don't care for any of that. your my girl and I just want to know what's going on so I can help." he whispers as he kisses my temple. "got it?"

"got it." I say smiling lightly at him. "good now come on its getting a bit late" he says patting my leg and helping me get up.

helloo! I thought this would be cute so I whipped it up quickly before I went to bed! also! the cut was only a few minutes later I would say to support the timeline more!

[formulapookie]

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Shared good ch.1 bez/academy, 2.8k words

They are a bit tipsy, chatting about complete nonsense and sex.

And Bez is laying with his head on Luca’s lap and his legs over Pecco’s.

And Bez is thinking how they all had their fun with him one way or the other, and they are now discussing sex, and kinks and shit like that because that’s what they always do.

It’s Luca that brings it up, understably so, freshly divorced and not used to being alone in certain moments, same situation going on for Pecco, even though he never got to the wedding day, because the guilt of lying to Dudi about his sexuality was eating him alive.

“Do you know what free use is Marco?”

Pecco chokes on his drink like Franky, and Bez raises his head to look at him.

“Kinda? I am not sure tho” “I think you’d be the perfect fit for it, don’t you guys?” “I can bet my car he’d love that” “Mig come on, think bigger, I’d bet my house”

Franky gets elbowed in the ribs by Pecco, who’s still red from Luca’s question before.

“Care to explain why you’re betting so much on me?” “It’s about sex, that I think you know” “No shit Sherlock” “You get to be ours, we can fuck you, finger you, have you blow us, fill you up and you have to always be ready to take us, wouldn’t you like that?” “Practically like you already do but instead of you choosing when you want one of us we take control, so you don’t even have to use your brain and tire it” “Franco you are rude to our Bez today” “I’m honest, am I not?”

Pecco blushes again, Cele has barely looked over to them, too focused on keeping his thoughts in check, because if he listened to his will he’d jump over where Bez and Luca are talking and make out with both of them.

“So I’d be like a toy to you? Whenever you want to you fuck me?” “Yeah”

He gets up from his position, turning towards Pecco, staring at him in his eyes. 

He stares for a few seconds, before scooting closer.

“What do you say Franci? Would you like that? Have me ready whenever?” “Mhmh” “You get so blushy it’s adorable”

He then turns towards Mig and Franky, pointing at both of them, repeating the question.

“Fuck yeah” “I’d be fucking crazy to say no”

Cele holds his gaze for something like two second, then he nods harshly and whispers “yes”

Luca is last, his stupidly blue eyes watching every move Bez makes, urging him on to ask, but his question to him is different than that to others.

“When do you want to start with this?” “So you accept?” “Of course I do, free sex and always available? It’s a dream” “What about tomorrow?”

Pecco’s eyes widen, like yeah he’s fucking thrilled at the idea but starting the day AFTER they agreed to it it’s - woah.

Bez looks over to him, as if he’s asking if it’s ok tomorrow, and Pecco nods, as all the others do, and Bez can feel Pecco’s hard on through his jeans.

Before he can talk to him though, Pecco gets up and goes back to his room, and pretty quickly it’s only him and Luca still on the couch. Luca has this undecipherable smirk on his face, he probably wanted to propose this thing before, and he knew Bez would be down for it.

“Oh look, it’s midnight” “So our little agreement just started right?” “Yes Marco” “Do you want something from me?” 

Bez starts teasing Luca through his jeans, tracing with his finger the outline of his dick, slowly.

“Suck me off”

Bez climbs down the couch and slides on the floor, knees against the carpet as he unzips Luca’s jeans and tugs both those and the boxers down to free his dick. Marco can’t lie, it’s always a sight, Luca is big, and apart from that, he’s really good at everything, when he fucks his mouth Bez thinks he could suffocate and not care cause it’s so hot he’d be glad to die from that.

He opens his mouth and swallows him almost completely, making Luca throw his head back with a groan, and immediately tug at Bez’s hair, pushing him down more, just to remind him it’s him the one who holds the power. Not the other way around, then he lets go and Bez starts bobbing his head up and down, a few tears already forming in the corner of his eyes.

Luca moves his hips up, choking Bez on his dick, keeping him there, and Bez doesn’t complain, he likes that, the feeling of air getting taken away from him, the feeling of not having an ounce of control over what’s happening, and Luca knows, so he lets him choke on it,  tightening the hold in his hair and moaning his name. Bez looks up at Luca, almost daring him to do that again.

“I want to fuck your pretty mouth Marco can I?”

Bez lets go of his dick, coughing a bit at it sliding out his mouth.

“Yeah, yes you can” “Good boy”

The younger opens his mouth again, staring at Luca directly in the eyes, and takes out his tongue, while Luca stands up and pushes his dick in, holding his head still as he starts fucking his mouth, a rough pace from the beginning, his fingers tugging at Bez’s hair, keeping a steady and fast pace as Bez keeps on gagging on his cock, making such an unholy sound he’s sure the others will come downstairs check what the hell is going on.

Luca can’t keep his own moans at bay, because Marco is just too good and he’s just too horny for what they talked about.

Free use Bez. Basically a dream come true.

“I’m going - fuck- to come down your throat yeah? You better get used to this Marco, I’ll do this every fucking time I need to get off”

Bez moans, sending shivers down his dick, and Luca laughs.

“You can’t fucking wait for us to treat you like that can you? Make you our pretty personal whore so you can get fucked and filled up anytime?”

Bez moans again, palming himself through his sweatpants, at this point his tears are falling from his eyes uncontrolled, and Luca finds him extremely hot.

He chokes a bit when eventually Luca finally comes down his throat, the bitter taste of his release quickly going away.

Luca pulls out, pulling his clothes back on, and making Bez stand up to kiss him harshly, pushing his hand down his pants, past the waistband of his boxers, and starts stroking his dick, already half covered in precum, slowly stroking faster and faster, still making out with him to shut his moans up a bit, as Bez feels his legs trembling as the orgasm comes closer, almost collapsing once he gets his release, Luca barely holding him up as he stains his boxers with cum.

“Go shower Marco, I don’t think the others would appreciate finding you all sticky tomorrow” “You can come shower with me if you want Lu” “I would, but I really want to sleep so I’m sorry I’m not fucking you tonight” “Boring”

Luca rolls his eyes and pulls Bez in for a kiss, then lets him go, and as he turns to walk towards his room he gives him a light slap on the ass, making Bez yelp a little.

When Bez goes back to his room and locks the door he’s honestly happy, he likes this idea, even if from an outside perspective it may be dehumanizing almost, but getting almost used like that…yeah no one will hear him regret his decision.

But he really wanted Luca to fuck him, damned be his tiredness because he was really feeling it tonight.

Well, too bad for him Bez thinks, he'll get off alone, he’s got plenty of toys so he doesn’t have to rely solely on his hands and fingers.

He gets on the bed and gets naked, opens one of his drawers, takes out a blue box and opens it, then he grabs the lube as well.

He squirts a bit on his fingers and then pushes one inside his hole, slowly, just to feel it getting in till the knuckle, moving pretty quickly because he’s horny and he doesn’t give a fuck if he’s not stretched enough to take it.

In a matter of a few minutes he’s adding a second finger, scissoring them slightly, already looking for the prostate, finding it after just one try, moaning against the hand he’s got covering his mouth.

“Ah fuck yes god”

Bez keeps cursing, then he adds a third finger and he knows from then on it's a matter of not even a minute before he’s gonna use his toy to get his release.

He thinks how hot it will be, when one of the guys will just drag him to a not so secluded corner to rail him and leave him stretched and ready for the others to take their turn. Or maybe just straight up fuck him in a place where the others can see them, or maybe even two of the boys wanting him at the same time.

“fuck fuck”

He takes the dildo out of the box, it’s one he bought not long ago, purposefully using Mig’s credit card just to get him horny and angry once he found out and get fucked in his motorhome in Sepang.

It’s not exaggeratedly big, he didn’t really check the length when buying it, but judging by sight it shouldn’t be more than what he’s used to.

He pushes the toy in and immediately starts thrusting it in and out trying t get his release as soon as possible, he is stroking his dick simultaneously to the pace he’s fucking himself with, and pleasure is reigning over his brain, he wants to come, and he wants to do that as soon as possible because it’s already late and they’ve all got training the next morning, and he can’t be tired it the guys decide they want him during the day.

Yes this agreement is probably the best thing he could’ve hoped for, he knows how each of them fucks, how rough or considerate they are, where they place their hands and what they like. He arches his back and moans a little louder than before, he can’t help it, he’s so close.

And that’s when he hears the door to his room swing open and shut close behind whoever just got in, he can’t make him out in the dark.

“Enjoying yourself Marco?”

Franky. He whimpers as he pulls out the toy, patting the place beside him on the bed, as the older one turns on the bedside lamp on the other side of the bed.

“Wanna help me? Luca said he was tired” “Oh so I’m the second choice” “If you stuck around earlier you could’ve been the first” “Mh really?”

Franky gets on the bed, Bez panting and so close to his orgasm, looking at him begging for his help.

“Don’t just watch do something please” “Since you ask so politely”

Franky gets his shirt off, Bez enjoying the view as Franky gets his pants and boxers off as well.

Once he’s done Bez rolls over, and starts licking at the tip, precum starting to come out.

Franky is not difficult to get hard he found out, a few licks at his tip, pressing the tongue in his slit and going up and down just a small amount of time and he’s a fucking rock, and that’s exactly what happens.

“Marco I want to fuck come on” “Can’t fuck me if you don’t get hard no?” “You tease when you do that” “And you like it”

Franky has many qualities but patience is not amongst them, so it’s really not that surprising when he sits up and grabs Bez by the hips, placing him on his lap, getting a hand in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss.

When they break away Bez is completely empty of his oxygen, and he starts rubbing their dicks together, getting Franky even more impatient.

“Stop teasing Marco and do what you agreed to” “You are demanding today I love it”

Before Franky can reply again Bez lifts his hips up and sinks down on his cock, biting at his lip to keep quiet a bit, keeping a hard hold on the older’s shoulders as he does. He curses a bit and then begins riding him, moaning at every movement as Franky caresses his hips, eventually moving his hands to Bez’s ass and cupping it to have him moan louder.

His dick is leaking with precum, he was already so close before with his toy and this well fuck it’s complicated to hold back right now, especially because Franky is - yeah - maybe not bigger than Luca in length but he’s surely wider and he stretches him while he fucks him and it makes his head spin like a fucking beyblade.

“You’re holding back Marco, what is it you can’t cum more than once?” “I already did before ah with Luca” “Well I’m sure you can do three times”

And with that he wraps a hand around Bez’s dick and starts stroking it, quickly, much quicker than the pace Bez is riding him at, making him try to fuck his fist and get off quicker. And Franky lets him, because a desperate looking Bez chasing his orgasm as if it’s a Championship is nothing less than amazing.

A litany of “fuck” and other curses flows out Bez’s mouth before he comes all over Franky’s fist and abdomen, shaking as he gets his orgasm out, and Franky just smiles, because he fully knows how much more sensitive Bez gets after he just came. So he really meets no resistance when he slaps Bez’s ass and tells him to get on all fours, and even less when he pushes Bez’s head against the mattress and his dick in his hole, keeping one hand on his ass and one oh the nape of his neck to keep him glued to the bed, starting to fuck him again, moaning at every thrust and Bez doing the same.

Bez keeps moaning, probably louder than he should, he does it consciously of course, and Franky too, Bez just wanting to tease him and the others, Franky sorta showing he was there first.

“You’re putting on a show eh? You like this idea much more than us I’m ready to bet on it” “Well of - god - of course, you all want me and I get to have all of you I’d be an idiot not to like it” “Fuck you’re something else”

Bez doesn’t stop moaning and Franky just gets closer with each thrust, same as Bez, who’s practically melting now, hot lava running in his veins instead of blood.

The hand on his ass is surely leaving a mark, and he knows he’s going to wake up tomorrow with a sore ass and aching legs but fuck it will have been worth it.

Bez’s brain is so far gone he barely registers the moment he comes again, for the third time, in just two hours, and he just realizes once Franky lets go of his neck and ass and slips out, but before Bez is able to move he hears him moaning again, and he turns his head just in time to see Franky jerking off and coming all over his back.

It’s honestly really fucking hot, especially when Franky takes his phone from the sweatpants he discarded when walking in and waves it asking for permission to take a pic, and fuck yes Bez lets him do it, who knows, maybe he’ll show it to the others, and they will want to one up him, maybe he’ll keep it and jerk off to it when they can’t see each other, maybe he’ll send it to him as a reminder of tonight.

“You were amazing Marco, as always, really fucking good” “You too I know I’ll walk funny tomorrow” “They’re gonna be jealous, you know? Pecco and Cele the most” “Mh yeah I know, but it was worth it”

Franky smiles and dresses back up, while Bez gets up from the bed to go have a shower and result somehow presentable for the morning.

Under the stream of water Bez washes and rinses his hair and he thinks once again, technically he agreed only with the boys to do this, but. But what if he was to agree as well?

What if Vale was to say “yes” to this? To him? Now that’d be a fucking dream come true.

[gorillaxyz]

weeping like a baby over superman red&blue on new years day like any sane person would

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam felt his eyes water, he knew that his father wasn't his biggest fan but to think so lowly of him like that? That he would let the devil bring him harm and not care?

Lucifer noticed Adams mood change, he might be the devil but to be so cruel to your own child? Unthinkable. Lucifer didn't have kids but if he did he wouldn't treat them with such blatant disrespect.

Priest: Where are they now?

Teddy: Not sure ....... Maybe he's already done it.

Priest: Eh, guess we'll see.

They heard the footsteps walk away and Adam wanted to cry. He felt so alone in the world. Did his mother even care about him? Would they even care if he was gone?

Lucifer: Are you okay?

Adam sniffed: No......

Lucifer wiped a tear from Adams cheek, being able to see in the dark had its advantages.

Lucifer: Don't cry, karma will find them.

And so will he.

Adam nodded and they left the closet continuing down the hall to the office.

Lucifer: So, are you going to help me?

Adam: ...... Sure why not.

If everything he did to try and please his parents was for nothing, then what was the point in trying.

Lucifer smirked: Wonderful.~

I also really love Nun Adam. But this time let him be a real nun and Lucifer come up as the devil looking for a new human bride 👀

I'm weak for aus like this.

I love nun!Adam au's!

Maybe too much.

Who am I kidding? There's no such thing. I'm so keen for this btw!

Let's start a new rp!

[roystory4]

i really just might write gen4 au and just stress that its for an audience of one. as if that werent already clear from my entire body of sintin works and related media

[missrosegold]

Looks like I just lost another close friend to guy who isn't worth a pile of dog shit. 😊

[cryingfunnyfox]

couldn't keep her in my mind any longerrrrr

tweaked her "design" a little bit. Now her name is spelled 3rd, 1/3 or any other varaint of "Third" in three symbols. She/her

[kamitv]

Love the idea of Gojo who’s lowkey a perv but had done a pretty good job at hiding it up until he called you one day and overheard you getting fucked by your husband, who just so happens to be his best friend Suguru.

It’s instant the way his cock jumps to life at the wet squelches heard over the phone. Hell, even when Suguru very clearly told him the way he was fucking you to tears, Gojo couldn’t help but palm himself to soothe that growing ache.

Then the words, “Y'Mind if I stay on the phone and listen?” Came pouring out of his mouth faster than he meant for them to.

Truth be told, it was more of a thought that was never supposed to leave his brain and yet here he is now; tugging at his cock to the erotic sounds of you moaning out his best friend’s name. Gojo’s dick was slicked with a filthy mix of precum and his own spit, making it easy for his hand to glide up and down his long shaft.

His phone was on max volume, sounds of Suguru spewing out such filth to you stirring up Gojo even more. Then there was every delicate moan you let out…

Suguru’s got such a way with words too. Dirty talk flows past his lips effortlessly and it makes Gojo’s cock painfully twitch against his palm.

“Show me how deep I am baby, c’mon, you can point f’me, can’t you?” Fuck. Gojo can only toss his head back and squeeze his eyes shut, fisting his weeping tip faster by the second. “Thaaat’s it, pretty girl. Yeahh, y’feel me riiight here, huhh?”

His imagination is running absolutely wild given the audio porn he’s been allowed to listen to. Everything is so loud—you’re so loud. He can practically picture the way you’re layed out under Suguru, vivid images of your pussy lips bulging around his best friend’s thick cock as he fucks himself to the hilt of your cunt.

Gojo can hear each time Suguru hits the right spot, he can tell based off of that particularly filthy squelch that rings throughout his eardrums. Which is usually followed by a hitched gasp of Suguru’s name, and then a hiss (presumably because you’ve left yet another long scratch on his back).

Gojo doesn’t know what’s louder at this point—you or your cunt. “S-Shiit-,” He gasps, hips bucking up into his fist as he hones in on the drooling slicked sounds of your pussy leaving a messy coat of cum around Suguru’s cock. “So fuckin’ wet,” Gojo whispers to himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

His slim fingers curl around the base of his cock tightly as he hears Suguru use him as a means to tease you. “See? I told you she was loud t’day,” He teases you with this big fucked out smirk on his face while his thrusts grow sloppy.

“Even Satoru can hear how fuckin—“ Suguru pauses to spit down onto your cunt, “—Sloppy she is.”

Gojo lets out a throaty whine at the way his friend is actually including him in this. His wrist is starting to cramp with how fast he’s jerking himself off, cracking open his squeezed eyes just to see the mess he’s steadily making of himself.

All because of you. Gojo knows it’s wrong to think about it, he knows it’s wrong to fantasize about you but he can’t fucking help it. Every time Suguru brings you around you’ve always got the pretty smile on your face and you always smell so mind-numbingly good.

Gojo was a perv long before Suguru and you started dating, and things didn’t change at all when the two of you got married.

Ring on your finger be damned. Gojo can only imagine the way you’d sound moaning his name instead, how it’d flow off of your plump spit slicked lips, the way your eyes would lull back when he fucks into you deep enough.

And hell if Suguru ever lets him actually fuck you. He could only imagine the look on his friend’s face as he watches Gojo fuck you down into the mattress, bringing his hand down on to your stomach and pressing hard onto the bulge his thick cock creates—watching you choke on your own moans and lose your mind in pleasure.

Gojo wants you bad. He wants to fuck Suguru’s darling wife and he knows its wrong. He knows he should be happy with what he’s got right now and the mere opportunity of being able to listen in like this but..

“Oh! F-Fuuck.. right there Sugu,” You’re heard whining out. All Gojo can do is imagine it. He can imagine the look on your face right now, how your body twitches as Suguru’s thumb swats at your soddened clit, making your legs go numb and your face contort into something so utterly lewd.

Suguru’s busy pouting at you, mocking your little whine just now. “Aw, baby… Don’t be ruude. Satoru’s on the phone bein’ all perverted ‘nd listenin’ to ya’, you could thank him too y’know..”

Gojo’s mind blanks at the prospect of simply hearing you moan his name. Why would Suguru suggest that?? Does he… Is he as into this as Gojo is? Does this turn him on too?

You’re barely even lucid at this point, completely fucked to pure bliss. “Toruu’,” You gasp, “Hnngh… t-thank you.”

Right then and there, Gojo’s cumming. His eyes meet the back of his damn skull and he’s groaning freely and carelessly, causing your soaked walls to milk the fuck out of Geto’s cock.

All three of you are feeling pleasure beyond expected from this. Gojo’s huffing and puffing curses and small desperate whines of your name, picturing himself fucking you full of his cum instead of his fist. Geto’s above you drilling you into the couch to the point where your eyes cross and you can’t even moan anymore.

And you…

Well, you’re eventually woken up by your husband, Suguru, who’s a bit confused as to why you’d been making all these noises in your sleep… Especially seeing as Gojo was sitting on the couch right next to you.

“Call me crazy but,” Suguru narrows his eyes at your dazed face, “M’pretty sure I heard you moanin’ both of our names, gorgeous.”