#help! i’m in Hell and i can’t get up!

[aajjks]

morning sex (m)

synopsis. To your surprise, you wake up in bed with your nightmare of a horny roommate and learn the advantages of morning sex.

pairing: horny roommate jungkook x fem!reader

genre: crack, 18+, cringe, smut, explicit, and dark comedy.

warnings. 18+, ëxplicit sèxùàl dïàlögùë, mïrör çhëck, sèxùàl téñsïøns, bïg dïçk ënërgÿ, çhëëky flïrts, sàssÿ çòmëbàcks, jungkook’s funnÿ bïg dïçk jôkës, hümørøüs ánd sèxy.

note. lmao I couldn’t resist he he’s such a fun character. I love writing him and honestly I kind of need him so bad even though he’s cringe as fuck.

You wake up to the most obnoxious thing ever.

Jungkook is spooning you.

Not in a nice, sweet way where he’s just trying to be comfortable.

No. He’s literally drooling on your shoulder, his chest pressing against your back like he’s staked his claim, and his hand is—oh no.

His hand is dangerously close to your chest.

Your eyes snap open. Oh hell no.

You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but it’s like trying to break free from a bear trap.

He’s clutching you like you’re the last life preserver on a sinking ship.

“Jungkook, get off!” you whisper-shout, but all he does is groan and snuggle into you deeper.

“What’s the rush?” His voice is muffled, his head practically buried in your hair. “It’s comfy here.”

“Yn babe look, my bed was really uncomfortable tonight so I had to sneak in your bed even if you mind I don’t really care and I think we should definitely have insanely hot morning sex.”

you want to slap the shit out of him.

You can’t even begin to process how absurd this is. How did this even happen? How did you go from roommates to this weird… spooning situation?

AND NOW MORNING SEX?

"Look, babe, morning sex? It's simple. You wake up, I get you off, and we both start the day feeling fucking amazing. No need to overthink it. It's like an instant mood booster, I swear."

You try again to push him off, but all you manage to do is accidentally press your ass into his—

oh no.

“So.. in conclusion we should definitely fuck baby, see I’m hard as fuck.”

You raise an eyebrow, biting back a smile. “Oh, so you’re really selling me on this morning… routine?” you tease, leaning in a little.

“Let me guess, does it come with a small surprise, or should I be worried it won’t rise to the occasion?”

You watch his face shift, that smug look he always carries flickering for just a second. It’s too much fun.

“Maybe if you prove it to me, I’ll consider it,” you finish with a wink, making sure he knows exactly what you mean.

“Babe, is this really how we’re doing this today?” Jungkook mumbles lazily, lifting his head just enough to stare at you with that mischievous grin of his.

You feel his chest rumbling with the deep chuckle that follows.

“Stop calling me babe!” you snap, now fully trying to pull away.

But the moment you try to move, he tightens his hold around your waist, practically trapping you in his vice-like grip. And he’s not even pretending to sleep anymore.

He’s wide awake, eyes gleaming with that cocky look that makes you want to strangle him—while simultaneously kiss him senseless.

You’re struggling to get out, but then, just as you’re about to give up, you feel something against your back.

Something hard.

Something you definitely didn’t expect to feel.

You freeze.

“Uh… Jungkook?” You swallow hard, trying to pretend you didn’t just notice what was happening.

His lips curve up into that infuriating smirk. “Oh, so you feel it now?”

Your face burns. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you—;”

“I mean, it’s not my fault you’re so cute and cuddly in the mornings.” He lets out a dramatic sigh. “I can’t help it, babe. I’m only human.”

You bite back a sarcastic retort. “You’re a man-child,” you mutter, trying to ignore the fact that the man is physically pressing himself against you, and it’s not just a “casual” spoon anymore.

He chuckles again, his fingers digging into your sides as if trying to tickle you into submission. “C’mon, you know you love it.”

Your frustration boils over. You twist around, and you have no idea how it happens, but somehow, you end up straddling him.

You stare down at him, breathing heavily from the combination of shock and—well, you’re not sure what you’re feeling anymore.

Jungkook’s face is completely smug, his hands resting lazily behind his head, like he’s a king and you’re his amused servant.

“You—” you bite your lip. “This isn’t funny, you know.”

“Then why are you on top of me, hm?” His voice is dangerously low now, a playful glint in his eyes. “Guess you wanted to be close.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too,” he teases, eyes tracing over your body as if he’s memorizing every detail. His fingers slide down to your waist again, making you flinch.

“Jungkook, seriously—;” You don’t even get the chance to finish your sentence before he interrupts.

“Okay, fine, we’ll call it a draw. But—;” He smirks, his hands slipping down to your hips now, “…—I do have a lot of things I’d like to say, but I’ll wait for you to ask.”

You glare at him, ready to push him off you, but the moment you shift just enough, he’s at it again.

His lips are on yours, and you swear you feel the earthquake beneath you as he pulls you closer, his kiss deepening immediately.

He’s not even trying to be subtle anymore.

Jungkook’s hands are everywhere, and his lips are moving against yours with an intensity you didn’t expect this early in the morning.

“Guess we’re just doing this now, huh?” You whisper against his lips, struggling to keep some semblance of control.

“Oh, we definitely are,” he growls, suddenly flipping you onto your back and trapping you underneath him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re not getting away this time.”

You both know it’s only a matter of time before this chaotic situation completely spirals out of control.

The only question is how much longer you can keep pretending you don’t enjoy every second of it.

[petew21-blog]

Homophobic gym teacher

I hate PE. I hate it so freaking much that I’d rather have history with Mr. Douglas every day than to run in front of Mr. Mills every day. He hates me, ever since I came out as gay at school I received mostly good feedback from others. Even my bullies were kinda nice about it. Thank God I live in the twenty first century. But one person didn’t really take It well.

I browsed through his instagram a few times. And while I looked for the perfect photo of him flexing his biceps, showing his abs or anything that would help me for my jerk off session, I found out that he was quite hardcore republican. How a person like this could get into education is beyond me.

As always I finished jerking off while looking at his regular bathroom gym photo. Man, what I would give to fuck him. Why do jerks always have the perfect body?

My phone buzzed. I snapped back into reality. Jack, my friend who is also gay, but not out yet, texted me.

“Hey, are we gonna ditch school tomorrow? I can’t hear any more of that Mills bullshit while we climb the rope”

“We’re gonna be rope climbing? Ah fuck me. He’s gonna be insufferable.”

“My thoughts exactly. So? Are we skipping school?”

“I can’t man. I gotta keep up my attendance after missing so many days thanks to Mr. Mills”

Next day, 2:29 PM

I stood next to the rope, waiting for Jake to finish his turn. Mr. Mills stood below him, screaming. Jake couldn’t get to the top. Mr. Mills told him to get down and screamed at him some more. What an asshole. It was my turn. The bell rang. “Fuck yeah. No more rope climbing for me.” My classmates, me included, turned to head to the lockers.

Mr. Mills: ”González? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Me: ”Sir, the class is over and it’s Friday.”

Mr. Mills: ”The class is over when I say it is over. Get on the fucking rope and stop talking back at me. The rest of you can leave.”

I got close to the rope. I grabbed it and squeezed the rope between my feet. I started pulling myself up and immediately felt the pain of lifting myself. I knew I was weak, I didn’t really need some wannabe teacher slash gym freak to remind me and scream at me what a lazy piece of shit I am. I tried to ignore him. I gave myself a goal to just finish it and leave, but Mr. Mills stood directly below me to comment on my fat ass slowing me down.

I was almost at the top, a wave of happiness swept over me. “Shit, I’m gonna make it!”

And right then I slipped. And instead of locking my feet, I just let go off the rope.

THUD

“I survived. Fuck. I fell from the freaking rope. My head was hurting so hard. My head? But I thought that I fell on my back? Ahhh the pain.”

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the fall. I tried blinking several times and my vision was slowly getting better. I lifted my arm to grab on my head, but as I did it didn’t feel right. I looked at my arm. It was bigger. As in full of muscles.

“What the hell?” I said out loud, but instead of my young squeaky almost too feminine voice a low baritone came out of my throat.

“How the fuck…?!” I looked to my left. There was my body getting up from the ground

Me: ”Mr. Mills?”

Mr. Mills: ”Ah you gotta be fucking kidding me?! Is that you González?”

Me: ”I… Yes. How… How did this happen?” Mr. Mills: ”Does it look like this happens to me a lot?”

Me: ”But… it’s scientifically impossible”

Mr. Mills: ”I bet this was caused by those covid vaccines to make you immigrant fags take over our lives.”

Me: ”Yeah… right. Cause everyone wants to be a stupid republican”

Mr. Mills: ”Shut your mouth or…” he was interrupted by the janitor telling us to leave so he can lock the school. Mr. Mills gave me his car keys and I gave him instructions how to find my locker. We decided to meet each other in his car and to figure out what to do after that.”

After many unsuccessful attempts I found his Chevrolet and entered the passenger’s seat. Few moments later, I realized that I’m gonna be the one driving so I switched seats and got behind the wheel for the first time in my life. His car was amazing, it smelt great and was clean. How should I even drive this thing? I don’t drive a car. I’ll get us into trouble.

I stopped overthinking about the car. “I am in my teachers body. The one who bullied me almost every day. I am an adult male.” I looked into the rearview mirror. “Fuck, I am in one of the hottest man’s body around. And I am wasting it just worrying here. I flexed and squeezed my new biceps. Fuuuck. It’s so huge. I checked if no one else was around and lifted up my shirt.

“Oh my gooood” I slammed my head into the seat. “This is so hot!”

My new abs and pecs now uncovered were the most perfect ones I have ever seen. The ones I jerk off to every night before sleep. And now it’s here. All for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Mills in my body approaching the car. And behind him ran Jake. They entered the car.

I tried to improvise: „Why is your friend here?”

Jake: „Holy shit. So it is true. Mr. Mills would never react so calm. Is that really you in there, Daniel?”

I turned at Mr. Mills who now had a very irritated face. “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out.”

Jake: „I didn’t believe it at first, but Daniel never swears like this. And your vocabulary isn’t exactly rich so I knew really quickly where I heard the phrases before. Damn, I’m good. So? What are we gonna do? We should test it out somehow. Shit, Daniel you should get drunk tonight!”

Mr. Mills: „No! There won’t be no drinking, touching or anything with my body. This is definitely temporary and we will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Me: „If you think so…”

I drove Jake and my body home. Mr. Mills had to give me a speed course of driving, but his muscle memory helped me out way more than I thought. We set up some ground rules. No drinking, no drugs, no permanent changes to our bodies, no photos and no sex. He left the car while saying something about a fag in his body, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I speeded to get to his house asap.

I didn’t really explore the house as much when I arrived. I went straight to where I thought was the bedroom and immediately started taking off my clothes. His black speedo was PACKING and getting tighter every minute, but I really wanted to make this first exploration as perfect as possible. I lifted up the shirt, touching my new hairless and fatless stomach. I flexed and sets of abs appeared. I touched every last one of them. My hand continued up to my new large pecs.

“God damn, Mr. Mills. These are some perfect man titties.” I squeezed them. They looked so tight in all the photos, but when I wasn’t flexing them, they were quite soft. Must be amazing to lay on these. I played with them some more before taking off my shirt and releasing my new hairy pits. I took a long whiff off them. “I smell like a proper MAN now!” I licked it as well, enjoying the salty taste of Mr. Mills’s pits. I looked at myself in the mirror. My new dick was hard as a rock and waited for me to take care of it.

I headed to the shower and turned on a hot water. “Your body is probably not used to a hot water, am I right, Mr. Mills? I bet you are one of those cold water freaks who bathe in the icy waters.” I hated his voice before, but right now as I was controlling it, I began to like it so much.

The water poured all over my large body, from the perfect face, over my massive pecs, hairless abs and right to my beautiful dick. “Nice dick, Mr. Mills!” I said and chuckled over the fact that I just said that.

I suddenly got a mischievous idea. I came out of the shower and texted Jake.

Jake: „I can’t believe I’m doing this. I am just squeezing Mr. Mills’s pecs and touching his abs. Can you believe it, Daniel?”

Me: „It’s wild, right? But I got an idea. Wanna make it more interesting?”

Jake: „Interesting how?”

Me: „Stop touching me you lazy fag” I said in an authoritative voice and Jake moved his hands away from me quickly.

Jake: „Why did you do that? I got scared.”

Me: „I bet you are scared, you little fag. I know you just came over so that you could jerk off you little dick and watch me enjoy myself.���

Jake: „Daniel?”

Me: „Daniel won’t save you right now. You will do as I say. Ok?”

Jake finally caught up to my roleplay scenario and started acting as well. And by the look of his face I knew that he was really into it.

Jake: „Yes, Mr. Mills. I will do whatever you say.”

I sat down on the couch watching. “I want you to admire my body and say how hot I am and how horny it makes you.”

Jake got his hands on MY body and got a bit nervous: „You have sexy abs, Mr. Mills.”

Me: „You think that’s enough? That they are just sexy?”

Jake: „I think they’re the hottest abs I have ever seen”

Me: „How about my biceps. You like them?”

Jake: „They are SO big. I want you to squeeze my head in them. I want to lick your armpit hair. I want to kiss you.”

Me: „That’s a good boy. How about you show me how good you are, you fag?”

I moved his hands over to my new hard crotch.

Jake smiled and licked his lips

I fucking love being in this body.

And I bet Jake’s ass is gonna love this body even more.

[chrollohearttags]

hard to breathe • portgas d. ace

seeing your ‘ex’ boyfriend ace one last time for closure..or so you thought. (based off of this song I’ve been obsessed with for months. It’s ‘old’ but I felt like it fit him and the vibe of this fic)

📝: black fem!reader, lots of relationship angst, modern au, heavy kissing, arguing + lots of dialogue, they’re slightly toxic ( y’all both ain’t shit I’m sorry 😭), riding, car sex, dirty talk, breeding, baby trapping (kinda), infidelity, hair pulling, pet names and daddy used, crying

wc: 4.1K

🎙️: I love writing my faves in a bunch of different scenarios, including ones that aren’t typical for their personality. This is in no way condoning toxicity, infidelity or anything of the sort. I just thought it would be a lil fun to experiment.

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“Where are you right now?”

“I should be with you..”

“You know that’s not a good idea..”

“Yeah, but it’s what we both want..who cares if it’s wrong or not?”

3:30am

the deep drawl on the other end of the line luring you in with each word..it always had a tendency to do so, even when you wished you could just ignore it.

“Ace, what the hell do you want from me? Stop this.”

“C’mon, babe. It’s the truth. Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty..what did I tell you? You’ve got to stop giving so much a damn about what other people think.”

“Go to hell. Not everyone can just mistreat people like it’s nothing.”

it was a shame honestly..this type of behavior was so unbecoming of both of you. A sweet girl who didn’t like to make much of a fuss for anyone or over anything. And him, the shining example of a stand up guy. Charming, kind, helpful, a little rough around the edges but what every man should strive to be. Yet here you were..whispering into the speaker of your phone as to not wake the one in the room next to you. A mere replacement to dull the ache in your heart caused by him and his stupidity. Meanwhile, he was chuckling in your ear. Seemingly teasing you because he could sense the tension in your shaky voice. He knew you’d bolt the second you heard a ruffle from the other room…but he also knew you’d never hang up. Knew you couldn’t resist answering in the first place and for damn sure, that you couldn’t resist his offer…

“I want to see you. I can be at your place in ten..”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? It’s late, Ace..and—“

“And what? Afraid your little boyfriend might wake up? I know it’s not because you don’t want to see me either.”

“You’re a piece of work, you know that? How dare you? You ended things, Ace. Not me. So why the fuck do you keep hitting me up?”

the line would fall silent for a moment..only the shallow echoes of your breath captured on the opposite end. That was until you’d hear a sigh and his voice once more. This time with a much less arrogant tone.

“Listen, (y/n)..I get it. I fucked up..it’s my fault things turned out this way and I’m sorry. I know I can’t go back or change anything that happened between us but I can try to make it right. Even if it means someone else gets to do what I couldn’t…I just wanted a chance to apologize. In person…which I should’ve been man enough to do from the jump.”

the things in question? Your relationship..a bond of three years to be exact and a union everyone was certain would end in the two of you walking down the aisle. However, life has a funny way of throwing even the biggest of curveballs. This man had all but swept you off your feet one night a few summers ago..both out with friends and enjoying the night life as young singles should. Drinking, laughing and having a blast. Even though you were a bit more on the reserved side, he still managed to spot you out of all the beautiful women in that club that night. And trust, a fair share of them had been vying for his attention. Even so, he couldn’t focus on anyone but you. That was one of Ace’s many wonderful qualities. In a room full of people, he managed to make you feel special..as if you were the only one there. Which wasn’t exactly intentional..his biggest issue was that he tried to be friendly, trying his hardest not to hurt anyone’s feelings anymore. He struggled with his anger quite a bit when he was younger, taking next to nothing to set him off and if he was in the midst of conversation with one person, it was best that no one else tried to interrupt. However, he realized that only caused trouble so he always tried to greet someone regardless. It just didn’t fare very well when it came to women. No girl wants someone that it seems everyone can access to!

But alas, you sat in that section next to him; nursing your drinks and exchanging pleasantries. He was so easy to talk to. He had this awkward yet charming charisma about him. Almost as if despite his good looks, he wasn’t the ‘ladies man’ you’d peg him to be off first glance. Somehow though, he managed to get your number and the rest was history. You began hanging out, going on a couple dates..even spending a weekend together after a bad storm trapped the two of you inside of his apartment. You really enjoyed being around him and as time passed, the bond grew stronger. Six months later, you came over to visit and found yourself greeted by smoke and an obviously frustrated Ace covered in soot..a result of him attempting to cook a dinner to formally ask you to be his girlfriend! It was those goofy yet sweet gestures that made you adore him.

perfectly flawed was the best way to describe him in your book…maybe he made mistakes and maybe he didn’t come from this picturesque family but he was a damn good guy doing his best to be better than what he was used to. He was a hard worker and willing to fight for what he wanted.

You cherished every moment you guys got to spend together and at one point, you even got matching tattoos of half hearts on each of your hands..however, things began to crumble in the once ideal world you had curated together.

going from laughing all the time to petty arguments that seemed intentional. From spending late nights together..making love until the sun shines over your bodies..now you were blowing up his phone to see where he was. You began to suspect that he was cheating. Perhaps somewhere with another woman. But you were wrong..truth be told, he was running.

running away from a healthy home and relationship because he didn’t know how to handle it. Didn’t know how to process being loved unconditionally without expecting the worst to happen…he never figured himself to be good enough for you to begin with but here you were..constantly showering him with affection; buying him gifts, making his favorite meals and even surprising him with massages after long, stressful days at work. You were everything he didn’t deserve! Hence why..he felt the need to blow it up before it could escalate. He couldn’t let you continue treating someone like him as if he were special. Three weeks later, he texted you asking to break up and to say you were devastated? Was an understatement. You loved this man so damned much, you had already begun looking at wedding dresses and contemplating baby names, figuring you guys were in this for the long run. But fairy tales don’t exist and you weren’t getting the story book ending. Instead, you were left heartbroken..trying to piece yourself back together and figure out what went wrong.

“Just one last time, that’s all I’m asking. I want to say I’m sorry and then I’m out of your hair for good, I promise. I won’t bother you ever again..”

a solid compromise, you supposed. Besides, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look him in his eye and tell him to go fuck himself for how he fumbled you. He’d plead, calling your name until he got a response and finally:

“I’ll be in the lobby, call me when you get here.” Before disconnecting the line and releasing a heavy sigh. You fought back tears but in order for the next chapter of your life to begin, you had to finish this one. But the funny thing about some books…

is that they refused to remain closed!

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“..it’s nice to see you again. You look beautiful as always—“

“Enough of the small talk. State your business and make it quick.”

the two of you sat parked outside of your luxury apartment complex, downstairs in the desolate parking garage. Your arms folded across your chest in a defensive manner and his stretched across the steering wheel..that goofy snark on his face as he kissed his teeth. He knew you were fighting so hard to stand firm in your boundaries, something you struggled with in the past. And truthfully, he hated to disrupt that peace…but he was selfish, gluttonous even. He wasn’t always this nice guy everyone saw him as. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too and if that meant he’d leave your head a mess once again then so be it. A fucked up sentiment but the truth nonetheless..

“…damn. It's like that then? Fair enough..”

turning in his seat, Ace shifted and focused his attention directly on you. It was hard to maintain eye contact because how could he face you after such a betrayal? Even so, this was his bed he made and it was time to lie in it.

“The truth is...I was afraid. One day, you’d wake up and realize that I wasn’t what you thought I was. That I was broken and I didn’t have my shit together. It’s like no matter what I did in my life, I found a way to fuck it up. Make a mess of things..I’m not like you, (y/n). Honestly, what could you possibly see in me? Don’t you want someone who’s your equal?”

by this time, tears were beginning to swell in his eyes as well. The more he spoke, he realized that these feelings of insecurity were always within him. You promised yourself that you were just going to give him a piece of your mind, storm out and never have to see him again. But it was never that easy with this man.

you knew he was genuine and not just trying to victimize himself. He honestly felt like you could do so much better. But he also knew by the look in your eyes that you were not going to let him get away so easily.. You didn’t hate him, hell, you couldn’t even bring yourself to fully get angry with him for what he did. Looking down, Ace would begin to chuckle; a weird coping mechanism for him in times of stress and uttered the last words you wanted to hear.

“And after all this time, all the bullshit I put you through..you still love me, don’t you? That’s the only reason you’re still sitting here..the only reason you didn’t hang up. When you’re done with something, you never give it a second thought.” sitting cross armed, you’d begin to laugh. Not at his hurt but at the fact that for the first time in almost five years of knowing him, you saw him show genuine, raw emotion. You saw him finally let down his guard and be himself…as sad as it was, it was a bit cathartic.

“Wow…so you are capable of communicating your feelings and there isn’t a ten foot wall of bullshit in that head of yours.” Poking the side of his temple playfully..

“Of course I love you. I never stopped, you inconsiderate jackass. What did I ever do to you? That’s all I could ask myself. You keep talking about me deserving better and all of this bullshit..who gave you the right to decide what I wanted and what I deserve? Shouldn’t I have a say too? You left because it was easy, Ace. Instead of working through it with me, you ran because you don’t want anyone thinking you’re weak. That’s not how relationships work..we’re supposed to see each other at our worst, our best..good and bad days. If you feel insecure about anything, you did it to yourself because you were perfect to me and you know damn well I never made you feel anything less than.”

those words stung like none other. And honestly, no matter what he said, there wasn’t a good enough excuse for any of his behavior. You said it best..he was selfish, immature and didn’t think clearly. Ace had a knack for marching to the beat of his own drum and damn the consequences.

“..you’re right, (y/n). It’s my fault..and I can’t take any of it back…” suddenly, you’d feel his hand clutch the top of your own, intertwining your fingers as he stared you in the eye.

“..but I can try to fix it. Fix us..let me make this right. Please…if you’re happier with someone else, then there’s nothing I can do. But—“ In that moment, (y/n) had finally heard all that you could take. Reaching over the console, you’d clutch his face in your palm and shove your lips together. The sensation of that warm kiss sent a surge throughout your body..a spark you hadn’t felt since the day he left.

“Are you done? God, I swear you talk too damn much.” Prompting him to laugh as you held the side of his face. He was a little taken aback by your sudden dominance. Not knowing you to ever take control like this but he wasn’t mad about it one bit..

“..why’d you kiss me? What about your boyfriend?” A question as disrespectful as it was rhetorical.

“You’re as dumb as you are cute sometimes. You think I came all the way out here at three am to chit chat? Nut uh, you owe me..also, you’re a greedy bastard. No way you’re letting me go back in that apartment unless it’s with you." By this time, your hands were roaming his chest and your faces were only inches apart. His lips would curl into a sheepish grin before his palm snaked to the back of your neck, tugging your head towards him.

“..what can I say, babe? I’m just too damn stubborn..I always have to get my way.” And with that, you’d find your tongues joined together again. Twirling around one another with heavy whimpers mixed in. Suddenly, you’d find yourself crawling into the driver's seat and onto his lap. Just as you’d suspected, he’d worn those gray sweats you’d always loved to see him in and a black tank top to display his muscles, along with a newly acquired tattoo.

This man was not slick at all! Even so, his little tactic worked because all those memories of late nights and early mornings with him came rushing back. When you’d find yourself sneaking out on lunch breaks at work just to come eat his dick up or when he’d show up at your apartment around midnight because he’d work the closing shift again. With a bottle of wine and the intention of putting you through the mattress in every position after two glasses got you turned on. It was always exciting and spontaneous with Ace, something your ‘new man’ lacked. Slowly winding in his lap as you continued to make out, (y/n) caressed his torso..missing the familiar touch of his skin, taking in the scent of his cologne and immersing yourself in him. He’d run his thumbs across your throat, gently squeezing as you took his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You’re so beautiful..I missed you.” “Yeah? You missed me, baby?” Teasing him as you bounced your ass against his crotch, subtly twerking on his visible bulge. Caressing your gentle fingertips across his freshly shaven jawline. You could feel him growing harder underneath him and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Even kissing on his neck and licking on his jugular. “Mmmm..fuck. Pull that dress up and I’ll show you just how much.” Without a single bit of hesitation, you lifted the hem and allowed your bare cheeks and slit to graze him. Shuffling around underneath you, Ace slid his thumbs into the sides of those sweats, letting them pool around his waist. Meanwhile, he couldn’t stop marking your neck and lips with tender kisses..or apologizing for how stupid he was! Being here with you again brought back a flood of memories and emotions..ones that he never wanted to lose again. He needed this to be real once more. However, you weren’t much for talking right now..if he wanted to win his girl back, all you needed were actions.

“Why are you still talking? Just fuck the shit out of me before I grow a conscience and change my mind.” Your command being heard loud and clear; forcing him to grip your waist and balance you above that aching tip. Swollen red and seeping with precum, he was eager for you and that warm cunt was welcoming him in.

“Yes ma’am..whatever you say.” Following up his remark with a toothy smirk so you knew he was going to deliver and give you exactly what you were looking for. (Y/N) reclined against the steering wheel for a moment as he slowly infiltrated that entrance. That core drooling as he made home inside of you. Both of your heads fell backwards in a haze of pleasure…enjoying the all too familiar feeling of being one!

“Shiiit..why are so fucking tight? Oh my gosh..” those breathy moans and whines escaped his mouth the second he began thrusting. Not even two pumps in and he was trying to maintain his composure. With you though, he failed pretty quick. Reacclimating to the warmth that was your insides was going to be a challenge. Even so, he’d continue to guide you up and down on his shaft, letting that thick cock stretch open those wet folds.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take this dick…just like that..” Meanwhile, (y/n)’s mouth fell ajar, overstimulated by the sensation already. You’d paw at his chest, holding onto him as he maneuvered you to his liking. Using your body like that of a flesh light. “’s so good. Missed this big fucking dick.” Hearing those words elicited another chuckle from Ace, prompting him to cradle the back of your neck in a dominant manner, pulling you close. “Yeah? Your little boyfriend ever fuck you like this?” Questioning through clenched teeth as he continued guiding your lower half..

those soft insides wrapping around him with each stroke. You’d then feel the tight clutch of his hand on the back of your head, tugging at those freshly styled wefts coursing down your back..he was aware of the minute fortune you spent each month to upkeep your beauty. From the thousand dollar hair appointments, nail salon visits and waxes..even so, he didn’t give a damn! Turning his gorgeous girl into a sloppy slut was his favorite pastime. A toothy grin on his face, watching your swollen tits bounce and drool seep from the corners of your mouth, along with the loud moans following suit.

“..I’ll take that as a no. You’re squeezing me like you haven’t come in ages, babe.” Those taunts harbored more truth than you’d care to admit. As shameful as it was to be cheating, you’d never be happy with someone who couldn’t give you a nut! Hypocritical as it was abhorrent, you too would never be satisfied until you got what you desired. And that desire was the guy slamming balls deep up inside of you at the moment. Pounding that sensitive little core..letting that fat mushroom tip split you open and begging for that sweet cunt to siphon him for every last drop of cum he had. “You’re fucking dripping..you must’ve needed this bad. Goddamn..” referring to the creamy release you had drizzling his cock. Making a mess of his lap. “Y—yeah..you’re the only one who can make me cream like this.” Cock drunk and giggling as he catapulted you up and down. The vehicle began to sway due to the heavy activity taking place and the windows also began to fog up as a result. That’s when you’d feel his palms colliding with your asscheeks, egging on your bouncing. It was in the midst of those heavy handed smacks that he’d begin pleading his remorse. Telling you how sorry he was for how he mistreated you. As cute as it was, you weren’t interested in any half assed apologies, but rather….

”…if you’re really sorry, you’ll nut in me. This is your pussy so act like it..” Uttering those words with a wide smile on your face whilst meeting his strokes with heavy bounces..nearly made Ace convulse. He loved when you spoke to him in such a domineering manner. You’d feel a sudden twitch inside of you and his hands guiding you as you slammed down on that cock. Your cheeks grazing the outer rim of the steering wheel..both of you so close to your peak that you’d claw into one another’s skin.

Covered in a sheen of sweat and saliva..begging the other to get you there and revealing all of your deepest confessions for one another..including the fact that he wanted you to be his forever and that you weren’t leaving this parking lot without him. You’d clearly chosen who you wanted to be with.

“…damn right it’s my pussy, princess. I don’t care who you bring home. You belong to me and I belong to you..no one else can come between that. Ever again.”

not to mention..you were begging for his cum yet again. You’d often divulge in the throes of pre-climatic bliss that you wanted to have his kid..be so full of his seed that there was no way you weren’t pregnant and Ace certainly had no objections to it. Maybe it was the sensation of being cream pied or the fact that you really wanted a family with him. Either way, he constantly fantasized about seeing you full with his seed; how adorable you’d look with a bump and he just couldn’t maintain his composure.

“Yes..please come in me. Want your baby—“ having to laugh again at how cute and pathetic you were becoming. But alas, there was no room for shame right now. You’d plead with your last breath to feel that womb stuffed again.

“That right, gorgeous? Does my pretty girl want me to get her pregnant?..” “Yes, nut in this fucking pussy, daddy. Please!” certainly a far cry from the headstrong woman who was yelling at him before. Now, you were reduced to a desperate little cumslut, pleading to be bred. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. After experiencing your second orgasm in close succession, Ace would pin you down and force his cock up into you, going as fast as he could muster. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna take every drop. You’re going to have my baby and I’m going to take such good care of you both. Gonna marry you—be a better man this time around..” That soft flesh ricocheting as a result..loud grunts and curse words filling the car as he prepared to do the same to you.

“M fucking coming, babe! Hold still—shit!—“ in that moment, that orgasm would rip through his body and just as you requested, all of his warm seed coursed through your insides and didn’t stop for a solid two minutes..having not had a proper orgasm since you guys split up. He was still twitching inside of you, holding you to his chest as you both cried from how amazing it felt. Tears on both of your faces as a result of ecstasy.

“Damn, I guess I wasn’t the only one who needed that.” Teasing him amidst your cute giggles. Leaning up, (y/n) kissed the tip of his nose and caressed his cheek..unable to believe that you were here with him again. He’d gently stroke the side of your face as well..glaring at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you, (y/n)..so much. I never thought I’d get the chance to tell you that again. Feels so good.” And you shared his sentiment. He was the only one it ever felt genuine from and damn sure, the only guy you meant it to. Any guilt or shame had long since absolved and you knew this was exactly where you should’ve been. ”I love you too, Ace. I’m so glad you showed up.” It was going to be a long day, as you had some explaining to do. But for now..

“Shit..he’s calling me.”

“Ignore it..let me hold you a little bit longer, okay?”

you wanted to remain in this moment for as long as possible. After all, this is where you were happiest and there was no one who’d give you the high that he could.

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

summary: harry sings your praises in a recent interview, and you’re back with new music; leading to a surprising dm.

pairing: harry styles x reader

vicious speaks: happy valentine’s day!! 💞 mr. styles has officially entered the story!! i hope you enjoy chapter 2 <3 i took creative liberty with one of the lyrics, just so they fit the plot!!

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hsupdates harry gushed about yourusername in an interview today!

“i just think she’s great. she’s an incredible songwriter and seems like a really down to earth person. she’s dealt with a lot recently and handled it with such grace. i can’t wait to see what she does next.” he said. when asked his favorite song by the singer, he said “hope ur okay. it’s so beautiful!” he also got really bashful when the interviewer asked if she’s his celebrity crush and he giggled and said “yeah…yeah, i’d say she is.” what do you think, harries? is a collab in the future?

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fan1 omgggg i know yn’s off social media but i hope she’s seen this!!

fan2 i hope it’s killing that man knowing one of his favorite artists took yns side in the break up

fan3 omg alexandra in the likes!!

⤷ fan4 alexandrasaintmleux please show our girl this interview!!

fan5 fuck a collab, is a RELATIONSHIP in the future???

fan6 he needs to stay far away from yn before she tries to ruin his reputation too

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux you sound ridiculous

⤷ fan7 alex said keep her wife’s name out your fucking mouth

fan8 i just know ynharrysthird is gonna lose it when she sees this 😭 she’s shipped them for ages

fan9 a ynharry collab would be so powerful

ynharrysthird oh. my. God.

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yourusername *taps mic* this thing on? been a minute since you’ve heard from me i know. i had to take a break to focus on healing but i’m back and ready for the next chapter!! you all have been so, so patient and you’ve sent many kind words that have helped me more than you know. as a thank you, i’ve decided to release a lil somethin’���my ep wendy is available everywhere now! 🧚🏼‍♀️

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fan1 MOTHER IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER

yourbff i love you and i’m so proud of you 🥹

⤷ yourusername i love you 🫶🏼

oscarpiastri hey! so this is insane!

⤷ fan2 omg does this mean no one knew about the ep until now???

⤷ yourusername it was top secret 🤫

⤷ yourbff i knew 😌

⤷ oscarpiastri of course you did

⤷ yourbff you hate me cause you ain’t me

⤷ fan3 icon 😭

carlossainz55 do you want me to kill that guy for you, queen?

⤷ yourusername LMFAO

⤷ fan4 CARLOSDKFJGKS

fan5 this ep ruined my entire day but i wouldn’t have it any other way

mclaren 🧡 ♥︎ by author

harrystyles it’s been on repeat all day ❤️ congratulations on a fantastic ep!

⤷ yourusername thank you, harry 🥹

⤷ fan6 HARRY STYLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

⤷ fan7 he said he’s a fan in a recent interview! he even admitted that she’s his celebrity crush

⤷ fan8 harry please shoot your shot and show her how a REAL man is supposed to treat a woman

⤷ fan9 do we think she knows about him gushing about her?

⤷ fan11 congrats yourusername on being one of the few people to get harry to comment more than an emoji

alexandrasaintmleux in this house we eat, breathe, and sleep new yn music

⤷ charles_leclerc real

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⤷ fan11 well between carlos’ earlier comment and now this thread, we know who got yn in the breakup 😭

itsaria so. good. 💞

⤷ yourusername 💗

⤷ fan12 what the hell sure

⤷ fan13 dump lando and date each other

⤷ fan14 what in world is going on

fan15 not you making an ep all about lando after saying you’d never talk about what happened again 🙄 keep his name out your mouth!

⤷ yourusername i never said i wouldn’t sing about it. and just so we’re clear, his name doesn’t leave my mouth in a single song, which you’ll know when you secretly stream them later.

⤷ fan16 yn 😭

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fan1 omg we’re being fed so well

oscarpiastri running to yt as we speak 🏃

⤷ yourusername my #1 fan

⤷ oscarpiastri think that title belongs to mr harry styles if we’re being real

⤷ yourusername pls 😭

alexandrasaintmleux love seeing my wifey everywhere lately 💕

⤷ yourusername 💞

fan2 it’s been so long since we’ve consistently gotten content that i almost don’t know how to act fkgjfjd

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fan1 so pretty 💕

fan2 this pic is very you

yourusername 🌸🌸🌸

fan3 don’t be shy, show us your face

fan4 enjoy your day, king 💞

fan5 came back to this after yns story…you two are totally hanging out today omg

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lilymhe can’t wait to hear how it’s going!! ♥︎ by author

fan1 pause……harry just posted a similar pic

fan2 omg sad i missed you ☹️ i was at that cafe yesterday!!

fan3 ARE YOU WITH HARRY STYLES RIGHT NOW FKGNVKS

fan4 you and harry linking up was everything i wanted but didn’t think i’d get

carlossainz55 🍿

⤷ yourusername ?

⤷ carlossainz55 don’t mind me, just sitting back with some popcorn to enjoy the show

⤷ yourusername 😭

harrystyles 🌸🌸🌸🌸

fan5 MY PARENTS ARE TOGETHER

fan6 pretty flowers 🥰

oscarpiastri interesting…very interesting 🧐

⤷ yourusername hehehehe

yourbff i would kill to see your dms rn 😭

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[elderwisp]

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[ light rattling ]

Frances: The hell?

Frances: Christ. Atlas. Atlas! Wake up!

Atlas: Hmm? Oh! Hello you. 

Frances: Found you.

Atlas: Good job but you never really needed me to tell you that. 

Frances: Are you sober? 

Atlas: Definitely coming down, that’s for sure. 

Atlas: [ rustling ]

Frances: You decent?

Atlas: [ snorts ] Sure. What? Did you want some? Should have told me sooner since I’m empty. 

Frances: You promised me this would stop. That was our deal.

Atlas: Promises are such a big commitment for something with such little return. I need something consistent, something I know. 

Frances: Did he really mess you up that badly?

Atlas: Don’t.

Frances: Because everything changed when he came into our lives.

Atlas: Stop.

Frances: You can’t even acknowledge him because you know it’s true.

Atlas: Stop it.

Frances: ROWAN! His name was Rowan and he ruined everything!

Atlas: Ruined everything?! Hah… Hahaha! No, no you’re wrong-

Frances: You’re so delusional you can’t even see it. Of course you can't, how could you?

Atlas: Get out. 

Frances: I am trying to help you!

Atlas: I said get out-

She grabs him by the shoulders

Frances: Were we not enough? Was I never enough? I’ve been here the entire time! All he ever did was leave you! I... I shouldn’t have said that. 

Atlas: [ voice breaks ] oh god…

Frances: Hey. No, no. I’m sorry. 

Atlas: [ whispers ] He didn’t ruin me, he only set me free. 

Frances: This is the price of freedom?

Atlas: No, this is the price of a heartbreak. This part is my fault. 

Frances: You can’t keep blaming yourself. 

Atlas: What makes you think I was in the right?

Frances: Because you’re my brother. I know you.

Atlas: [ small huff ] And you should know you can’t change a thing. 

Frances: I can. You’re going to get better. You have to. 

Atlas: How naive do you have to be to believe it’s a choice? I-

Frances: Are you ready to lose it all?

Atlas: … Say what you came here to say, Frances.

Frances: I don’t want this to be the rest of our lives. This has to be the last time. It needs to. [ pauses ] It needs to be or else I’m done. 

?: [ hurried knocking ]

Frances: You expecting someone?

Atlas: Trouble.

Frances: What?

?: [ banging ] I know you’re in there Atlas! Open the fucking door!

Frances: What did you do?

Atlas: You should… Stay here. Don’t come out until I say so.

[cursedcanon]

Hickey

In which you give THEM a hickey

Characters: Gojo, Choso , Sakuna, Geto , Toji and Nanami

Contains:NSFW, suggestive themes, explicit language, and sexual references.

GOJO:

You barely had time to pull away before Gojo’s wide grin nearly split his face in half. He didn’t just look excited—he looked thrilled.

“Ohhhh?? My little civilian thinks they can mark me?” he teases, practically vibrating with amusement. He immediately pulls out his phone to take a picture. “This is staying in my gallery forever. No—wait, I’m setting it as my new lock screen. Wait, better yet—I'm sending it to Geto. No, Nanami. Imagine his reaction—”

You snatch the phone from his hands before he can send your little masterpiece to his poor, unsuspecting coworker.

"gojo"

“Call me ‘Satoru’ and I’ll consider behaving.”

He does not, in fact, behave. For the next week, he brings up the hickey at every possible opportunity.

“Remember that time you got a little too excited and decided to brand me? Haha, good times.”

If you give him another one? Oh, it’s over for you. He’ll be in your personal space constantly, pointing at his neck and batting his lashes.

CHOSO:

You barely get a chance to press your lips to his neck before Choso jerks away, eyes wide with genuine horror.

“Are you… eating me?”

You blink. “What? No! Choso—”

“I KNEW IT,” he mutters, touching the damp spot where your mouth had been, looking betrayed. “You said you wouldn’t.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Choso, it’s just a hickey—”

He frowns deeply, staring at you in silence for a long time. Then, hesitantly, he leans in, lips barely grazing your neck before pulling back, looking almost proud of himself. “Did I do it?”

You check your skin. He didn’t even try to suck, but the effort is adorable. “Sure, babe. You did amazing."

SAKUNA:

You press your lips to his neck and suck lightly, leaving a dark mark on his skin.

Sukuna immediately tenses. “The fuck are you—”

You pull away, admiring your work. “Nice.”

There’s a long pause. Then, slowly, his lips curl into a grin. “Ohhh. I see how it is.”

You raise an eyebrow. “See what?”

His smirk widens. “You’re trying to assert dominance.”

You snort. “No, I just wanted to give you a hickey.”

Sukuna leans back, arms crossed. “Uh-huh. Sure. I get it. You think you’re alpha now.”

You blink. “What?”

“Go on. Say it.” He gestures at himself. “Say you own me.”

You give him a look. “I—”

“Say it.” He leans in, grinning like a madman. “C’mon, brat. Prove you’re the boss.”

You sigh. “I own—”

“NO, YOU FUCKING DON’T.” He immediately shoves you away, laughing like an asshole.

You groan. “Why are you like this?!”

He just smirks, pointing to the hickey. “Joke’s on you, this means you’re mine now.”

“…That’s not how that works.”

Sukuna shrugs. “Too bad. I  make the rules.”

GETO:

You take your time kissing along his jaw before making your way down to his neck, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

“Tsk.” His voice is smooth, unimpressed. “Filthy monkey.”

You gasp, pulling away dramatically. “EXCUSE ME?”

Geto smirks, eyes glinting with amusement. “You heard me.”

“I knew you were a menace, but this?” You place a hand over your chest, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.”

“You just left a mark on me, and you’re offended?” He laughs, stroking his thumb over the hickey. “You really are ridiculous.”

You squint at him. “I’m giving you another one just for that.”

He only smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Go on, then.”

TOJI:

You press your lips to his neck, sucking lightly.

Toji pauses mid-chew—because, of course, he’s eating something—and side-eyes you. “…The hell you doin’?”

You don’t answer, just keep going.

He chews slower. Swallows. Then, in the most deadpan voice imaginable—

“You tryna season me?”

You choke on a laugh, pulling away. “What? No!”

He wipes his neck like he expects to find marinade. “Tch. At least use some salt next time.”

You smack his arm. “It’s a hickey, Toji!”

“Yeah?” He smirks. “And what do you want me to do? Moan?”

You blink. Stare. Then, without missing a beat—

“Yes.”

Toji leans in real close, his lips brushing your ear, voice deep and rough—

“Ahhh~”

You shove him away so fast he almost falls over laughing.

NANAMI:

Nanami sighs the moment your lips leave his neck. His fingers press against the forming mark, and he turns to you with the most exhausted expression.

"Was that really necessary?" he asks, voice flat.

You nod. "Very."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "This is going to be a problem at work."

You grin. "Sounds like a you problem."

Nanami just sighs again, already regretting all his life choices.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

•~{ Heyyyy, so this is a short one because I’m still a little bit busy so here you go and hope you gremlins like it }~•

•Roommate•

Tim is worried about his roommate, Danny Nightingale.

Tim moved into a college provided dorm and that’s where he met Danny, Danny was chill and kind roommate [And definitely not Tim crush what are you talking about] Tim and Danny got along really well and with the added bonus that Danny doesn’t question where Tim goes at night.

And everything was fine until Danny started to get phone calls from someone called “Fruitloop” and every time he finishes a call with “Fruitloop” Danny looks stressed and frustrated and Tim has tried to ask Danny what was going on and if he could help but Danny always says not to worry about it.

Sure Tim was concerned as hell but with Danny not saying anything that would allow Tim to help him there was nothing that Tim could do so Tim left it alone….well he started to document what was happening like when the caller called and what he could hear when Danny would go into another room to answer but still Tim couldn’t do anything.

Until one day Danny went out around 6 at night and said that he had to go visit his godfather and to not wait up for him but Danny didn’t come back that night or the next.

Danny showed out three days later at 2 am with bruises on his arms and some kind of burns on his wrist that looks like he was being held down and the beginnings of a black eye and the clothes he was originally wearing are covered in blood and ripped. Tim found in him on the bathroom floor next to the med kit they keep in there.

Tim immediately asked what happened and is he ok but Danny doesn’t say anything back just trying to wrap bandages around his burned wrist with his shaking hands, Tim grabs his hand and puts it aside and starts to help Danny get bandaged up.

This is more serious than Tim thought.

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•Little Facts•

•Danny has little to no contact with his parents, they know that he’s a halfa but it’s still really awkward to be around them especially his mom

•Danny took Jacks family name

•Jazz is in central city as it has a better psychology major

•Jack is low contact and Maddie is no contact

•Vlad is still a weird asshole that dani and Danny want nothing to do with

•Tim has a major crush on Danny

•Vlad tried to make more clones so he tricked Dani and Danny and did what we here love doing to this boy :) Traumatized the fuck out of him and in the escape Dani started to melt so Danny grab her core and put it inside of him soooo more to the misunderstandings :)

•When Tim finds out about Dani his mind is going to the absolute worst possible place

•Tim’s going to finish the job on Vlad if the Batfam doesn’t hold him back

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•Appearance•

[I can’t really see Danny wearing a dress in this au unless it’s a very important event where Danny can say “Fuck gender norms!”]

•~{ And that’s it! I couldn’t really think of a background for Danny’s side of this so it leave it in your hands my feral gremlins anyway until next time Byeeeee }~•

[aheathen-conceivably]

Antoine had barely been home a week when he received a worryingly short letter from Abe. The local postman had delivered it from Hines Ranch directly to his door, but its brevity read like a telegram.

Trouble with horses. When home, could use help. 

If there was anyone he had never expected to hear the word “help” from, it was Abe. So the very next morning he put on his hat and made his way to the ranch. The anxious side of him spent every step imagining what could have gone wrong, fearing that the ranch itself was in trouble, or God help them, something had happened to one of Abe’s children. So when Antoine saw Will and his sister laughing childishly near the fence, he breathed a small sigh of relief. Will waved at him fondly, nodding his head toward the pen where he said his father could be found.

From ten paces away Antoine could see Abe staring stoically into the distance. Immediately, he found it odd that he wasn’t amongst the horses, fearlessly attempting to wrangle one or humming off key while he kept them clean. As Antoine walked nearer he realized that Abe was looking at not one, but two horses. The bigger of which he knew like the back of his hand, but the other a small foal he had never seen before.

Antoine let out a small whistle as he drew close, just loud enough to get Silver’s attention without spooking her. The horse looked up at him with calm recognition in her eyes, but she made no move away from the smaller horse she was shadowing like a hawk. Abe turned at the sound of his boots, gesturing behind him at the horses. “She’s a beaut, ain’t she?”

Antoine’s feet came to a stop next to Abe’s. “She is. She one of yours?”

“Not exactly.” His words grew quiet, self conscious, even, if Antoine were to guess. “I was out in the canyon riding Banjo when I saw her. She was alone by the river bank, seemed to have an injured leg even from afar. I looked far and wide but I couldn’t find her mother. I imagine they were set on by coyotes in the night, but God knows how she managed to get free.”

A silent shake of his head told Antoine that Abe must have fretted over the details more than once. “Anyhow. She was mighty afraid of me, but Lord knows she was hungry. So I went back with a handful of food and led her back here. Bandaged her up and nursed her back to health. Only a couple days later I find her in Silver’s enclosure, and now she won’t let me anywhere near the foal.”

Antoine looked back to the horse he knew well, her beady brown eyes watching them from afar. Usually she would have walked to him by now, immediately recognizing his scent as her ever-present anger abated to trust. “She’s been fierce, Antoine. I swear to you I thought she would attack me that first night I tried to get the foal back. She won’t leave her side now. And I hate to do it to her but - “

Abe’s eyes found his feet and his voice went low. “Listen. It’s not the most honest thing I’ve ever done. I’ll admit. But that there’s a purebred American Quarter Horse. Bred for racing hundreds of years back. She’ll sell for more than any one of my herding breeds even at this age. Thing is, you know, most of the cowboys are on the show circuit now, so this is what they’re after. Hell I know I’m not the one to train her, so I lined up a deal with a show ranch. Not before talking with the neighbors, I swear it. If I knew who she belonged to I wouldn’t take the money but - I mean you know times are tough - and you saw Lillie Mae. She’s getting older. I could pay for her schooling with one sale. I think I’ve got to…”

The whole time Abe spoke, talking himself back into the deal with one reason after another, Antoine watched the two horses in the sun. Every few seconds, Silver would bring her muzzle to the foal, gently nudging her as though to ensure she was still there. He didn’t need any other motivation. “I’ll match their offer.”

Abe looked up from his feet and let out an incredulous laugh. “Hell you can’t be serious. How much are they paying you out there?”

Antoine smiled and shrugged, no need to tell Abe that this contract had come at double the rate of the first one, or that Jo had leveled a competing offer to get even more for their third after the fact. Abe whistled approvingly and then shook his head. “Listen, I appreciate the offer but you don’t need to do anything of the sort. I just need help keeping Silver calm while I get the foal to the show ranch. She’ll be alright in time. She’s a tough girl. You know that.”

Antoine turned to face him, his face impressing just how serious he was. “Listen. I’ve got one stipulation. And I know she was your grandfather’s, so if you don’t want to let her go then you just say the word; but I’ll match their offer only for them both. The foal and Silver. I’ll clean out the farm’s old barn, let her spend the rest of her days resting there.”

Abe smiled, clearly trying not to let his emotions get the better of him. “Play her a couple songs on that guitar, will you?”

“Every night I’m home. That’s a promise. Write it in the contract if it seals the deal.”

They looked back out to the field together, both horses trotting through the grass at their feet. “I’ll bring them over tomorrow, if that’s okay with you? Or if you need a bit more time -“

Antoine shook his head, a wide smile starting to take over his face. “No. Tomorrow is perfect. Just give me the evening to get the barn ready, and we’ll have them waiting to surprise Violette after school.”

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The Orange Peel Theory

Astarion x reader, no pronouns, no y/n, no warnings for this one.

Crack fic treated seriously. It was supposed to be kind of angsty, but I made myself laugh so it’s really just fluffy humor now.

You’re not really a fan of the newspaper after your encounter with the people who distribute it trying to ruin your reputation, but the kid just looked so disappointed when you said no to buying one, and really it’s not expensive, so you go back and tell him you changed your mind, and he was so convincing and good at his job while you pay him and take it with you on your way back to Elfsong. The fight with Orin had left your group a little worse for wear, so the group unanimously agreed to take the day off.

It was early morning still, some fog still lingering in the eerily empty streets, and you really don’t like that the city is this quiet, despite hating how loud it usually is, but you needed supplies and with some healing potions and food in your pack you were happy to go back to the tavern and relax with the others. Or at least Astarion in your private room, though he may still be trancing when you return. You’d placed a note on your pillow, just in case he woke up and came looking to save you from some unknown danger with the others in tow. Though, your group half-asleep running around the town like lunatics does sound like an interesting morning, and you laugh to yourself just thinking about it.

When you get to your room Astarion is still trancing, and you throw away the note before climbing into bed with your newspaper, and after awhile you’re about to toss it to the side, sick of reading about nasty rumors written about people who obviously didn’t just sneak in and change the paper like you had, when something catches your eye.

It’s an article that explains “the orange peel theory” stating that if you ask a man to peel an orange for you and he doesn’t your relationship isn’t strong. You’re sure the article means well, maybe it’s even helped some people, but Astarion watches your back in battle, is rude to everyone but you, steals things to repair or replace with something better, and shows you every part of him. He doesn’t need to peel an orange for you to prove he loves you.

You laugh quietly, and put the newspaper off to the side before curling up in bed and getting more sleep. Usually you’d curl up with him, but you don’t want to wake him, so you keep your distance.

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When you wake, curled up on your side facing Astarion, you’re met with him staring at you. You jump, surprised, but calm down quickly, this is normal for him, watching you sleep and not having the sense to move away when you start to wake up. What’s unusual though, is that he looks slightly afraid? You can’t really tell, not a happy look though.

“Astarion? What’s wrong?”

“I’d do anything for you.” He says, reaching for your hands, one of his holding both of yours.

“I- thank you?” You’ve no clue what he’s talking about. He’s acting so strange, you’ve never seen him this way before.

He finally stops his staring, getting out of bed and leaving the room. You sit up, confused and alarmed, thinking of following him but then you hear banging on the door to the room next of yours, where all of your companions are and decide to see where this goes.

“Astarion? Why are you-“ you hear Gale as he opens the door, and then some scrambling in the other room, along with some of your companions asking Astarion what in the hells he’s looking for, or just groaning as their sleep is interrupted. “Are you mad? You could have just knocked and asked, you know. Instead of whatever this is.”

“Shut up, Gale. I’m making a point.” You hear your partner growling out the words, and then he’s opening the door to your room again, with something in his hand.

“Astarion! Will you please tell me what all of this is about?” You demand answers, and maybe later you’ll demand he apologize to the rest of your companions, but for now you just need to know why he’s worked himself up this much.

He sits on the bed next to you, not answering and not looking at you, too focused on whatever he has in his hands.

Oh. He must of read the paper.

It’s an orange. And he’s peeling it, carefully, as if disarming a trap. You watch him wordlessly, as he’s slowly peeling this orange that’s caused so much havoc.

When he’s done, he delicately takes one of the pieces off the fruit and finally looks at you, as he starts moving the piece towards your face, “I’d peel an orange for you. You didn’t even have to ask. Now open your mouth.”

You don’t, that’s weird, all of this is weird, instead you reach up and take the piece of fruit and put it in your own mouth, chewing and swallowing, stopping his hands from getting you another piece.

“Thank you but this is entirely unnecessary, though I do appreciate it.”

“ I saw the article, and you weren’t lying with me when I woke up. Obviously you were upset I haven’t peeled any oranges for you, I apologize, now have another piece. Open your mouth, you don’t even have to do any work, just lay back and I’ll give you orange slices.”

“I bought the paper, I read it, I thought it was stupid- Astarion put the orange down or so help me- and then I went to sleep. I didn’t want to wake you so I kept my distance, and then I wake up to you assaulting Gale and trying to force feed me an orange. All caught up?”

“You didn’t go to sleep upset with me?” He asks, so open and vulnerable and sad that it hurts.

“No, and I don’t even like oranges that much. You’ve done a million things that show me you love me, including this disaster. I don’t need an orange.”

“Right then.” An awkward smile graces his lips, “So you don’t want this orange?”

“No, and never try to force feed me again, please.”

Once again he stands and leaves the room, and you just close your eyes and wait for his return this time, wondering how angry they’ll be about whatever he’s gone to do this time.

“Astarion, I’m not letting you in again, you’ve made a mess, and Lae’zel wants you dead. What do you want this time? An apple?” Gale is whispering, like he’s afraid of what will happen if he doesn’t, and you can barely make out what he’s saying.

“Darling! Would you like an apple?” He’s yelling, because he’s a lovely, kind man with no gods damned sense. You hear Lae’zel loudly curse him.

“No thank you.” You do not yell, because you do have sense.

“Then no, no apple. Here is this back, you all have a lovely day, especially you, my very angry, very close friend.” She growls out some more curses, but you don’t hear her drawing her sword, so you consider it a win.

“Astarion, I don’t want your orange.” Gale protests, but Astarion is already coming back to your room, locking the door behind him. He comes back to the bed, laying down and pulling you towards him.

You decide against scolding him, kissing him instead, and telling him that you’d do anything for him as well.

[elleandstufff]

Do I Like Her? ๋࣭ ⭑

Thanos can’t admit his feelings for you until it’s too late. Or is it…? Thanos/Choi Su-bong x fem!reader

Inspired by the song Stephanie by Nafeesisboujee! Requested by Anon! 

Warnings: Dual POV, angst, talking stage, indecisiveness, hiding true feelings, implied smut but nothing described, you both get with other people to try and get over the other, drinking, drug use, jealous!Thanos, ambiguous but hopeful ending, 3.3k words

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The hum of the shitty light above you is enough to make you regret all of your decisions tonight. Your coworker had begged you to come out tonight to some club. That part actually wasn’t so bad. But just before last call, your coworker met some sleazy guy who begged the two of you to come to the twenty-four-hour diner down the street. 

Now, your coworker sits in the corner booth with said guy, and the two of them are eating each other’s faces off. You sit at the dingy counter nursing a cup of coffee. You’re already up freakishly early, so you might as well stay up. 

“Hey, Señorita.”

A man’s voice infiltrates your ears, but you don’t realize he’s talking to you until you look up from your coffee and see him standing right next to you. He’s tall and lean with purple hair and clothes that make you think he just came from the club like most of the diner’s crowd right now. 

“Do you have a name?” 

You’re not sure why you tell him, but you do. It’s not often that you entertain these sorts of things, but there’s something special about this purple-haired guy. 

“I’m Thanos.” He extends a hand toward you, but instead of shaking it he just cradles your hand in his. 

“What’s your real name?” 

He pulls a face. “Sorry, babe. I don’t go around giving that out to just anybody.” 

You smirk, ready to play along. “Well, I need to know. I’m definitely not going to be moaning Thanos all night.” 

His eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting you to be so forward. 

“What?” You feign innocence. “That’s why you came up to me, right? Why don’t we just skip all the talk and get the hell out of this dump?”

He smiles and threads your fingers together. “I saw you at Club Pentagon but didn’t get a chance to talk to you. Then I found you again here. That’s got to be fate, huh?”

You let your coworker know that you’re heading out, and she wishes you farewell even though she’s a little preoccupied. You walk outside hand-in-hand with the man you literally just met. His apartment isn’t a far walk, so the two of you set off on foot. The walk will give the two of you a chance to get to know each other a little bit before you end up tangled together in his bed sheets. 

“It’s Su-bong,” he says, then repeats himself once you look up at him confused. “My name is Su-bong.” 

“So, Su-bong, you do this often?”

“What? Bring girls home?”

You laugh. Based on his demeanor, you’re fairly certain this isn’t his first time doing this. You lift your entwined hands. “No, I meant this.” 

He stalls for a minute, like your probing has him questioning everything. Why was he doing this? “No, actually. Just for you, Señorita. What about you? You do this often?”

You can’t help but smile at this man you hardly know a thing about. “Well then I’m honored. And no, this isn’t how my typical Friday nights look.” 

You talk more as the two of you walk. You find out that he’s a rapper, which makes sense. He’s a bit twitchy, too. You’ve seen enough drug use in your life to know that he was on something tonight that’s starting to wear off. 

You don’t waste any time when you get back to his apartment. He’s rough of course, but there’s a certain tenderness to him that sets your brain on fire. Something tells you that it’s new for him too. 

You offer to leave after–even though you don’t want to–but he asks you to stay and get some rest. You had planned to just stay up and get some much needed errands done, but how could you say no? You were already feeling something toward him, which is the exact reason why you didn’t do stuff like this often. You catch feelings way too fast, and apparently even faster when the feelings are for a purple-haired rapper. 

He opens up the drawer beside his bed and pulls out a pill bottle that you know is not prescription. He downs a couple and rolls over to face you. “You’ll still be here when I wake up, yeah?” He says it matter-of-factly, but there’s something to his tone that makes it sound almost like he’s pleading.

“‘Course,” you whisper, but whatever pills he took have already taken effect and he’s softly breathing beside you. 

It takes you a while to drift off, and you wake before him a few hours later, but you honor the promise you made. He stirs awake not long after, and he seems surprised to still see you in his bed. Something flashes in his eyes–adoration, maybe–but he’s quick to get up. He seems different now, more walled off. 

As he moves around his kitchen preparing himself a junk food filled breakfast as if you’re not even there, you try to say your goodbyes. He looks at you with his mouth full. “Oh, let me get your number.” 

“So you can ghost me for three weeks and then randomly text me at two in the morning one day because you’re horny? No thanks.” 

He stops you before you can get out the door with a sigh, like he can’t believe he’s doing this… “How about I give you my number then? That way you can decide if you want to ghost me or not.” 

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You end up not ghosting him, and Su-bong struggles with how he feels about it. Usually after he hooks up with a girl, he might talk to her for a couple weeks, but it never lasts. Things either fizzle out or he just doesn’t care enough to put the effort in. But with you… there’s something different. Something special. It terrifies him. 

You text him. A lot. He’s not good at responding to anyone, so he has to constantly remind himself to text you back. He doesn’t always respond, and oftentimes it’s hours after you sent the initial text, but it’s more of an effort than he’s put into anyone else. 

You come over a couple times a week, too. Mostly to hook up, but the visits start getting longer with shared joints and movie nights. He likes the way your bodies fit together. He likes waking up to someone in his bed, and he likes that person being you. But he can’t admit any of this to his friends, himself, and especially you. He knows you like him, he knows you would be so good for him, but he can’t seem to let himself go past good morning texts and tender forehead kisses when he thinks you’re asleep. 

One night, he asks you to come to the club with him. Not meet him there, come with him. It’s a big step for him, and he tries not to think too much about it. He pops a pill from his cross necklace just to calm his nerves. 

The two of you sit in a booth at Club Pentagon with his friends. Su-bong keeps an arm tightly wrapped around you, like he doesn’t want to lose you. He’s seen the way some of his friends look at you. 

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” you shout over the bass-boosted club music. 

“I can do it,” he offers. 

“No, it’s okay.�� You smile sweetly. “I need to stretch my legs anyway.” 

He doesn’t realize that he’s staring at your figure the entire time you’re at the bar until he feels his shoulder being nudged. Distractedly, he turns to see Nam-gyu. 

“Do you like her?” 

“Nah,” Su-bong answers, before he can even think about it. “Just a fling.” 

“You sure? Because-” 

“Yep, I’m sure,” he answers curtly. 

He doesn’t like you that much, right? So why does he feel like shit right now?

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You’d been talking to Su-bong for a couple of months now. You never put a label on it, but it keeps your life interesting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish you two could take the next step into a real relationship. Su-bong is not a super affectionate person, so you’ll have to take him in whatever form you can get. 

You text him probably more than you should. He hardly ever texts you first, but he keeps responding to you–even if it’s hours later–so you keep texting him. You frequent his apartment more and more often, and he even starts coming by yours. His touches get more tender, his words more soft, and you begin to think maybe you’re getting somewhere with him. You know he probably won’t be the one to make the next step, so you decide to. 

One morning you bring it up as you lie with your head on his chest and your legs tangled with his. He’s staring at the ceiling thinking about whatever it is that he thinks about, smoke blowing out from between his lips. 

“So, I have this weird work party thing tonight.” 

He takes another hit from his vape. 

“And like everybody at my work is married and bringing a plus one…”

Another hit. 

“So… I was thinking maybe you could come with me?”

He immediately tenses beneath you. It’s quick and he adjusts himself, but you definitely felt it. You quickly sit up feeling like a complete idiot. 

He rolls on his side to look at you. You prepare yourself for what’s about to come. 

“It’s just… I thought this was more of a casual thing, you know?”

You clear your throat. “Yeah, of course. Sorry, that was stupid. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“I mean, I could still come I guess.” 

“No, no, really it’s fine.” You get up and start throwing your clothes on as fast as you can without making it so obvious that you’re upset. 

He catches your wrist. “You don’t have to leave.” 

“I just remembered that I’m supposed to bring a dessert and I don’t have any of the stuff, so I should probably get started on that.” 

You scramble out of his apartment before he can say much more. You don’t really have to bring a dessert, but you go to the store in a stupor anyway to try and distract yourself. You spend way too much time baking a stupid cake that tastes only half-good. You go to your work party and get introduced to a wave of husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, and significant others. 

You thought you could do this casual thing, but turns out you’re not very good at it. 

Texts to Su-bong get way less frequent, while texts from Su-bong are at an all time high. With the roles reversed all of a sudden, you can hardly form responses to his mirage of texts. What is even the point in texting anymore? You’ll never be anything more, so responding just makes you feel stupid. 

You meet up for a couple more late-night rendezvous, but one night you decide you can’t take it anymore. You lie awake for hours deciding what you’re going to say when he wakes up. When he finally does, you squeeze your hands into fists to keep yourself from crying. 

He’s groggy and barely awake, but he goes for his vape on the nightstand anyway. It’s like he knows this is coming. 

“I don’t think we should do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” 

“C’mon-” 

“No, Su-bong,” you stand firm. “I can’t do it. I thought I could, but I can’t. I’m sorry I’m not like you.” 

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Su-bong chews up his third or fourth pill of the day. He had taken more than he had wanted, but did he ever get what he wanted? No. Did he deserve what he wanted? Also no. He wanted you–he needed you–but he fucked that up. So now he didn’t deserve you and he didn’t have you. What a killer combo. 

When you had asked him to come to your work party, he nearly panicked. He wasn’t the type of guy you take to office work parties. You knew that so why did you even ask? Fuck, this wasn’t your fault. It was his. 

He should’ve just said yes. Should’ve just sucked down his fear and put on a nice outfit and a fake smile and shaken hands with all the people from your work that you can’t stand. Instead, he made you do that all by yourself. Who knows, maybe Ji-woon from your job turned out to not be so bad. Maybe you and Ji-woon are sucking face right now in the office break room. Ji-woon doesn’t have to do much to be less of an asshole than him! 

And when you’d broken things off, you’d said that you weren’t like him. You couldn’t have been more wrong. He thought he wasn’t like you at first, too. He didn’t think he was the type of person to catch feelings after one night and blow up someone’s phone, but turns out he is that type of person. Just like you. He thought he made it obvious, when he started texting you constantly after declining your work party invitation. It still wasn’t your fault that you didn’t realize. He should’ve spelled it out for you. He wishes he still had the chance. But even if you were right in front of him, he would still struggle to find the words to tell you how he felt. Fuck, why did he have to be like this? It doesn’t really matter. He’s probably never going to see you again.

The girl in the seat beside him stirs. He had completely forgotten about her. If he squints, she almost looks like you. Actually, no she doesn’t. No one does. 

“Thanos,” she purrs in his ear. “Let’s go dance!” 

Thanos. You never called him Thanos, not even around his friends. He liked it better that way. 

She starts kissing his jawline, and he turns so his mouth meets hers. He entertains it for a minute, but then he pulls away. She’s not you. 

“Sorry, this won’t work. You should go.” 

The girl looks at him bewildered, before calling him an asshole and storming away. Nam-gyu slides into the seat where the girl once was. 

“Dude, what’s going on? That’s the third girl this week you’ve fumbled.” 

Su-bong wouldn’t call it fumbling. He tried to make it work, tried to forget about you, but he couldn’t. So he pushed the girls away. 

“C’mon, dude. Are you really caught up over that girl? I thought you said you didn’t really like her?” 

“I do,” he says, jaw tense. “I do like her. So fucking much.” 

“Well, then you better tell her before it’s too late…” Nam-gyu gestures toward the bar where a familiar face is sitting. 

Su-bong nearly falls out of his seat. You’re here and he has another chance. He’s on his feet and halfway to you when he sees him. Some loser has his arm wrapped around your waist. It’s not Ji-woon, but it might as well be. You know what? Su-bong doesn’t care, he’s going to talk to you anyway. 

“Hey, Señorita,” he says, sliding into the spot beside you. 

He swears he sees your eyes light up for a minute, until the leech at your side speaks up. “Hey, buddy, she’s spoken for-”

“It’s okay,” you say. “I know him.” 

Su-bong pulls you into a tight hug that forces the dude to drop his arm to his side. He wraps his arms around your waist so tightly, and he could just melt when he feels you wrap your arms around his neck. This probably looks really weird to the guy. Good. 

You pull away from the hug, so he reluctantly does as well. Then, he starts to lean in to kiss you, and this time you stop him. “You should drink some water, go home, get some sleep.” 

Shit. He didn’t realize he looks high out of his mind. At least you’re sweet about it. At least you still care. 

“Uh, we gotta go,” the loser at your side says, pulling you away. 

He didn’t get to tell you how he felt. Maybe it was too late for the two of you. It was definitely too late. But he still wanted to tell you how he felt. You deserved that much. Now he just needs to find a way to tell you.

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The guy your coworker set you up with drags you outside. “That was weird. Who was that guy?” 

“My ex?” you say, but it comes out as more of a question. Was that what Su-bong was?

The guy looks at you weird, but then he’s leaning in and so are you. You let the kiss happen. He’s not as good a kisser as Su-bong, but it distracts you at the very least. 

“How about we go back to my place?” he says, pulling away. 

You pause. You could go back to his place–a guy who actually likes you–or you could go inside to the guy who doesn’t like you back. Instead, you do neither. You let the guy down easy and go home to your empty bed. Maybe one day you’ll be able to move on from Su-bong. 

A week or so later at work, your coworker pulls you aside at lunch. “You know that rapper guy you were hooking up with for a while?” 

Your heart drops. “Yes, why? Is he okay?”

“Sounds like somebody is down bad.” She laughs. “Looks like he wrote a song about you.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “There’s no way it’s actually about me.”

Your friend hands you her phone that has his Thanos instagram page open. There’s a picture of his new single. The title of the song is your name and the artwork is a blurry picture of the two of you. Your hand flies to your mouth. This is the guy that wanted to keep things casual? 

“Says he’s performing it tonight for the first time at Club Pentagon. You going?” 

That night you show up to Club Pentagon early, determined to talk to Su-bong about what the fuck is going on. You can’t find him until you spot him right before he’s about to go on. You storm up to him. 

“Su-bong, what the fuck!? You tell me we need to keep things casual and then you write a song that’s very obviously about me?” 

He turns to you, his microphone in one hand and his other hand fiddling with his ear piece. He looks incredibly nervous, but you can tell that he’s fully sober. “You came.”

You fold your arms stubbornly across your chest. “Uh, yeah, I came. Kinda need to figure out what the hell is going on.” 

“We can talk after. I promise,” he says with a shaky breath. “Just listen to the performance, please. And don’t leave without talking to me.” 

You nod your head yes and find a spot to listen to his performance. As he performs, you really listen to the lyrics. Not only were they irrefutably about you, they were irrefutably a confession about his true feelings for you. Your heart leaps into your throat. He likes you. 

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When Su-bong finishes his performance, his eyes lock onto you and only you. You’re silently crying, tear streaks adorning your pretty face. He waits expectantly, trying to read your emotions. You don’t react at first, your eyes remaining locked onto his. But then… You smile like you’ve just seen the sun for the first time. 

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Here it is, Anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoyed it! 

Also, I have another Thanos x reader story I’m working on that’s inspired by a song. I’m thinking about maybe making a mini-series of (unrelated) fics based off of songs. So if that’s something you want to see, comment or send me songs that remind you of Thanos (or other Squid Game characters)! 

[theoneandonlysourcandy]

HARLEY SAWYER X TOY READER

OK OK I KNOW IT SOUNDS BAD BUT READ IT, YOUR NOT A KID OR ANYTHING IN THIS PLSASE GUYS-also uggiivvoh it felt so awkward writing some of this WHYYYY and I’m so used to over explaining everything because of how character ai bots work I’m trying not too gjfjggjj

Machine Harley:

📺 - When He had been turned into this. . Machine, he couldn’t see you at all anymore. The one person he cared about-the one tolerable person-the one person he LOVED. Could he at the very least get to see you?

📺 - But, after the hour of joy, when he had managed to hack into the cameras and reunite with each other, it was like he had gained a part of himself again. He has very little sympathy and care in him, and all of it goes to you and you only.

📺 - He can’t help but feel some sort of resentment of you though, your like all the other experiments he made, those aggressive and bloodthirsty animals. But, your not like them, so why does he feel this way? Perhaps it’s just how he is.

📺 - He’d try his best to give you both a better life down here. There’s not much, but, it’s certainly better than how any of those pests are living.

📺 - He usually keeps you close, or, just watches you on the cameras. You and him need to be careful-your more fragile as a toy. Like, actually, what if your made of porcelain? Or stuffing-fabric is easy to tear, isn’t it?

📺 - If you break, he could easily fix you up, but he will be a bit mad about it. He told you to be careful, didn’t he? But, he can’t entirely blame you for it.

📺 - He’d randomly pick you up in a princess carry if he needs too. . Or if he just feels like it. And he can very easily, being a robot now. Your feet hurt? He’s carrying you. Your tired? He’s carrying you. Your perfectly fine? He’s carrying you. It makes him feel powerful.

Human Harley:

🩺 - He had no choice. He couldn’t let you die, it was his only option.

🩺 - He keeps you close to him most of the time. He misses you, even if your right there. It doesn’t quite feel like you. He wishes he could hold your hand one more time without it feeling plastic, or plush. . Or metal-you get it.

🩺 - He’d let you wear his lab coat, it’s a little big on you, but It’s comfortable. Plus, it makes you look smaller, and adorable.

🩺 - No way in hell would you ever be used like huggy wuggy or mommy long legs. If anyone tried to turn you into some sort of marketable plushie or even get the idea, he would be fuming. That is his wife! But they were only children.

🩺 - Your probably the one toy in that whole factory that’s around to roam freely, not confined to a cell or a game station. He’d keep you far away from any of the bigger bodies or the prison, though, even if you know what truly goes on behind the scenes now.

Chat this is so ass 💔

[ac1dmeow]

can you write a meet cute with au!powder??

powder x female reader

cw: fluff, non-established relationship, wlw content

the sun was shining, the air was warm, and you couldn’t have felt more content while walking down the bustling street of chatting townies. with your box of new supplies in your arms that you’ve been so excited to acquire, your day couldn’t be bothered even if someone tried.

POOM!

suddenly you’re on your butt on the cement. books and gadgets lay around you haphazardly, a few cogs rolling in random directions. then you’re hearing a raspy feminine voice panic above you,

“oh! i am so sorry! please, let me help you!”

a girl seemingly you’re age bends down to your level, and you’re met with a rather pretty view. all lanky limbs and blue hair tied up into two buns on her head, and choppy bangs lining her forehead that are oddly endearing.

you’re gaping for a moment before you realize, and shake your head. “nah, it’s nothing.” you bite your lip nervously while you help the stranger gather your stuff back into your flimsy cardboard box.

before you can even grab it yourself, the girl is hoisting the box into her arms as she stands. you immediately follow after, not sure what to say.

“you got an interesting lot, here. do you attend the academy?” she asks you curiously. then she seems to remember that she’s still holding your stuff and hands it back over to you. your arms suddenly feel like they’re made of jello.

“uh-huh.” you say.

“well that’s a fun coincidence. so do i!” the blue haired girl chirps. “the name’s powder.”

she’s holding out her hand for you to shake. and you just stare at it for a few seconds.

“oh no way!” you finally manage to respond. you almost fumble your box when you reach out to grab her hand. it feels warm and inviting—it makes you wonder how it would feel to have her arms around you. gosh, chill out.

“cute name. i’m y/n.” you nearly surprise yourself with the sly flirt. and it could be wishful thinking but you swear you see powder’s cheeks darken, and it makes you automatically smile.

“uhh haha, thanks!” she chuckles. a beat of silence passes where you watch her fix a strand of blue hair out of place. and that’s when you notice the streak of pink. how much more intriguing can this girl get?!

“where were you off to?”

powder’s question makes your heart leap. you swear your whole body lights up and you have to stop yourself from bouncing on your toes excitedly.

“to my dorm actually. i have a project i have to set up…” you realize it sounds like you’re turning down a possible invitation to hangout with powder. but then you realize she hadn’t actually asked for anything of the sort and she could actually just be curious about what the hell you were doing with a box of random scraps and books.

powder’s mouth opens to speak when suddenly a gruff voice from beside you makes both of your heads whip around.

“OI! get out of the middle of the road, wouldja!? folks got places to be ya know.”

both of you step to the side away from a mean looking old man like he’s the plague, unkept and frail leaning on a cane as he mumbles profanities and insults under her breath as he wobbles past.

“would you wanna exchange dorm numbers? maybe one of us can stop by and we can hangout sometime.” powder suggests calmly as if that didn’t happen.

you whip your head back around to face her. it takes you a moment to fully grasp what she said.

oh. my. god. a pretty girl just asked to hangout. she’s actually interested in you romantically. is this really happening!? oh-em-gee, oh-em-gee, oh-em-gee—

“yeah for sure! i’m 606 on the sixth floor!” your words are rushed and adrenaline-filled and you hope to whatever is out there that this girl can’t tell how ecstatic you feel right now. you hug the box tighter to your chest.

“oh hey, i’m just on the other end of the hall!” powder exclaims. “i’m in 624. gee, no wonder i haven’t seen you around yet. although, i’m also kinda surprised.” she snorts.

your head tilts. “so am i…”

another beat passes.

powder smirks and stands up straight. “i’ll let you go now. don’t wanna hold you up for too long—gotta get a head start on that project, amirite!?”

she begins to walk the opposite way you were heading, and your gaze follows her as she too seems to keep looking at you.

“you better show me that project once it’s finished! i have plans of seeing it.”

you giggle. your box nearly falls out of your arms again when a random bumps into you but you can barely pay any mind.

“i’ll make sure of it!” you shout. and then both of you are lost amongst the crowd once more.

-

a/n: sooo.. happy valentine’s day ? 😀

[transjess]

“Crowley,” Sam says. “I am not marrying you.”

“Just hear me out,” Crowley says, holding his hands up. “This could be good for both of us, right? Just sit your giant arse down and listen to me for a minute.”

Sam glowers, but he’s always been curious, and the desire to know what the hell Crowley is on about wins over his instant dismissal. “You have a minute,” he says, lowering himself into a bunker chair. “One minute.”

“How generous,” Crowley says, but he doesn’t waste any time. “Look, Sam, neither of us wants Abaddon in charge, right? Alone you can’t defeat her, Cassie over there’s about as much use as a dodo, and as much as I hate to say it I’m not entirely confident I can beat her either. Wherever Dean’s buggered off to, he's not helping right now. But united, together, we have a chance.”

“Where the hell does marriage come into this?” Sam interrupts.

Crowley holds up a hand. “Patience, Moose,” he says. “I was getting to that.”

“Get to it faster,” Cas says.

“Down, boy,” Crowley says, unbothered. “Marriage comes into it because a lot of demons are sticklers for tradition, right? The only reason Abaddon has so many dogs in her corner is because they think that because she’s got the better claim to the throne, she’s more powerful - the Lucifer loyalists switched over to her, because she’s the closest they’ve got to him. A Knight is higher up the traditionalist food chain than a crossroads demon, no matter how efficiently Hell runs under my rule. Now, who else has a claim to the throne? Say, one directly related to Lucifer?”

“Me,” Sam says, starting to understand.

“Bingo. The demons loyal to me like the way Hell’s run, and the rest think I don’t have a claim to the throne strong enough to go against Abaddon. Even if they’re not traditionalists themselves, they think Hell will fall back to a more traditional rule, and they don’t want to be on the old girl’s bad side when that happens. But if I was allied with, say, the Boy King of Hell, true vessel of Lucifer? A lot of them would switch sides. And that would be huge.”

“Why marriage?” Cas asks. “Just sign a- a truce, or something.”

“What is marriage if not a contract?” Crowley says, spreading his arms a little and grinning. “A truce that isn’t binding isn’t worth the paper it’s written on, Feathers. And we can’t just be allies in this - full offense, Moose, but you’ve got quite the history of trying to kill me the moment I stop being completely useful to you. I’m not trusting your good word as far as I can throw it, mate. With a contract, I can make it a little more… binding. Historically, marriages have been uniting political allies for hundreds of years - what better nod to the traditionalists among the demon populace than a marriage between the current King of Hell and the destined Boyking? It’s a contract that goes off with a bang. I get to strengthen my position, you get to cash in a little of that Devil clout with any demons you come across - wouldn’t it be easier if they had to obey you? Skip past all that recitation and stabbing and whatnot? Quick and easy exorcisms, all for the low, low price of marrying me. Best of all, this contract wouldn’t even touch your soul. Not that I’d want it, mind you; the thing’s a mess. But regardless, all you have to hand over is… well, your hand. It’s a win-win.”

“You’re insane,” Sam says flatly. Cas hums in consideration.

“You wouldn’t have to take any interest in Hell itself, by the way,” Crowley adds. “I’ll run the whole shebang. Contracts, demon management, soul counts, all of that. You won’t have to worry your pretty little head about a thing. Just keep doing what you’re doing, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing - without the threat of demon usurpation and Abaddon takeover quite so weightily on my mind - and all that’ll be different is a ring on your finger and a ‘til death do us part. I’ll even let you read over the vows before the day. Just so you can make sure I’m not up to anything sinister.”

“You’re always up to something sinister,” Sam says, ignoring Crowley pretending to blush and bat his eyelashes. “I just don’t get your angle on this one. Marriage, of all things.”

“Well it’s not exactly ideal for me either,” Crowley says, rolling his eyes. “As much as I love to rile you up, I’m after a quiet life, no nagging wife telling me to clean up entrails after myself when I get home from work after a long day, etc etc. Though I suppose you’d make a decent little housewife, Samantha, all things considered.”

“Shut up,” Cas says before Sam can. Glad we’re on the same page, Sam thinks wryly.

“Look, Sam,” Crowley says, and he looks so completely serious for a moment that it’s almost startling after the faux-flirty banter. “Just think about it, alright? This could be good for both of us. And don’t worry,” he adds, switching back to flirty, lips curling up at the corner. “I won’t even expect you to consummate the marriage.” He winks, grinning, and then disappears. Cas scowls.

[plutosillywrites]

some simon x gamer! reader mentioned, just a little angst comfort for a certain self indulgent writer (me. it’s for me…)

you were sat nice on your boyfriends, simon’s, couch. playing some new online video game that you’ve never played before because you usually play more peaceful slice of life style games.

you’re trying to shoot at the characters in front you but you swear they’re going so fast you can’t see them— simon is laughing with you and trying to help until you hear another players mic cue up and it’s just angry yelling.

you can’t even tell what he’s saying but you hear “fucking trash at the game—“ “are you stupid or dumb?” and you kinda retreat back into your shell, sliding the controller into simon’s hands.

“i don’t want to play anymore.” you say solemnly, hands tucked in your lap. simon can’t— won’t stand for this fucking shit. his pretty, smart girl sad because of what some worthless bloke said? hell no. he slides the headset off your head and onto his, flipping the mic down and just letting loose.

every frustration, every small angering thing left him bellowing at this man, berating him— “you think you’re so good? you’re the reason we’re losing..” you listen in n out of the conversation which is more just simon’s yelling and the other guy not getting a word in.

as the match concludes your boyfriend ends it with a “if you ever tell my smart girl she’s dumb again, i’ll gut you, and feed you to your worthless family.” which is shockingly scarier with a deep british voice.

he looks to you, a soft smile on his face and sliding the headset off. “well… at least you’ll never be matched up with him again probably.” he says, rubbing your knee softly, but you can’t shake the words of some random guy.

he frowns and pulls you close to his chest, laying down onto the couch and softly playing with your hair. “people are awful mean sometimes— and i know it’s hard to let their words wash off you..” he begins, hand tracing circles on your back. “there will be people like that— and you just have to remember that i think you’re the smartest, most talented person in my life.. besides- i thought it was funny you kept dying.” he laughs a little breathlessly at the memory of you dying two times in a row.

“what i’m trying to say is— i love you, and i will always yell at someone for you, cus no one speaks to my girl that way.” he mumbles, his lips kiss the crown of your head, and forehead, and both of your cheeks before finally giving you a soft, gentle kiss on your lips that makes you wanna melt into a puddle.

and when you pull away you tell him, “thank you. you know i’d do the same too..” you both snuggle up, you falling asleep first, and and simon’s slowly drifting off after.

an: i had the biggest asshole in a video game and desperately craved some comfort and who better to write it than me.. ANYWHO enjoy!! :33 srry if it’s bad i just wrote what word vomit was coming out

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Only Yesterday 4 ~ End

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, voyeurism, intimidation, isolation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Isolated and lonely in your life as your grandmother’s caretaker, you find yourself living vicariously through your neighbour.

Character: Nick Fowler

Note: I sat on half a chapter forever and I'm sorry.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like a love song, baby. Take care. 💖

You turn and march away from Nick. He chuckles and follows casually. There is no urgency in his step, as if he is certain of his goal.  

You twist the knob on the stove and put the kettle over the burner. He looms in the doorway, watching as you distract yourself with the tin of tea bags. Your hands are clumsy and shaking. You don’t know what to do to make him leave. You don’t think you can. 

“You don't gotta be so shy. Hell, I should be considering all you saw–" 

"Stop," you plead as you keep you back to him, "I told you it was a mistake." 

"Uh huh. Because it was wrong or because you got caught?" 

“Both,” you turn to face him, “please, I get it. Alright, I’m fucked up. I’m sorry I watch you but you don’t have to do this.” 

“Do what?” He asks with a soft smirk. 

You inhale and shrug, “terrorise me? Ruin my life? I don’t know what you’re doing but I want you to stop. Please, leave me alone.” 

His lips curve fully and he blows out between his lips, shaking his head as he comes closer. You hold yourself still, barely able to keep a tremble from breaking the surface. He steps around you at the last moment and goes to the cupboard. He takes out a cup and plucks free a teabag to drop inside. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, “do what I say and no one gets hurt.” 

The subtle shift in his tone unsettles you. Still mocking but sinister. You watch him as you cross your arms protectively. 

“What do you mean?” 

“She’s an old lady. One accident and… that’s that,” he leans on the stove as he faces you again, “so, you are going to sit down so I can make Ruth Ann her tea. I’ll get to you, don’t worry.” 

You hesitate, swaying in spot. You touch the side of your neck and frown. Your heart plummets to your feet. You’ve brought him to your grandmother’s front door, you’ll never forgive yourself if he goes any further than that. 

“Promise you won’t hurt her,” you eke out. 

“That’s all up to you,” he winks, “oh, and when I’m done serving the queen her nightly chamomile, I expect to find you ready.” 

“Ready?” You swallow. 

He tilts his head as his eyes wander down your body, “put on something less…. Just less.” He smirks, “nothing, preferably.” 

You hug yourself and frown. You can’t hold back the shudder. He didn’t say he won’t hurt you. 

“In the front room,” he stares at you, his brows tweak, and he taps the tip of your nose. “Go on, won’t be long before the water’s ready.” 

You lower your eyes and sidle away. Your eyes gloss hotly as you march into the front room. You glance at the windows. The evening paints the balcony in shadows. 

You stand in front of the couch. All those nights you wish you were Cleo, you were so stupid. You don’t want this. Everything was just fine before you messed it all up. You’re just as ungrateful as Nan said in her fits. 

The kettle whistles and you flinch. You can hear everything, the twist of the knob on the stove, the pour of boiling water, your pulse. His footsteps strut through the archway and he passes into the light of the hall. 

“Ruth Ann,” he calls to your grandmother as he smirks for you, “tea’s ready.” 

He heads down to her bedroom and you sniffle. You face the couch and sway. The tears pebble along the brims of your eyes. They roll out as your lashes flick. 

You undress shakily. First your shirt, then your pants. You sit to take of your sock, your legs to flimsy to balance. You ball them up as you sit in your high-rise briefs and thin white bra. The bedroom door clicks and his soles pad closer. 

You sense him as he stands in the crux of the hall and entryway, watching you from the arch. You can’t bring yourself to look. You hunch and grip your knees. 

He crosses the room. The silence roils around his prowling figure. Your eyes flit over as the lamplight limns his figure. He unbuttons the borrowed shirt as he circles like a hawk. You tense and plead with the floor to swallow you up. 

He tosses the shirt onto the chair. You wince as it lands with a soft whoosh. His belt clinks and you whimper. You wipe your cheeks with your knuckles. He startles you as he hooks his arm around to grab your chin. He pulls you to lean against the couch as he stands behind it. 

He looks down at you as his muscled torso flexes. He smirks and bends as his thumb stretches up your cheek. He tuts as he nuzzles your nose. 

“Why’re you crying, sweetheart?” He growls. 

You can’t answer as a sob lumps in your throat. He keeps hold of you as he rounds the couch. He comes in front of you and hovers his mouth over yours. He brings his other hand to your face and wipes your tears with his roughened palms. 

He frames your jaw and guides you to sit up. He presses his lip to yours. You squeak and reach to push on his chest, scalded by his nudity. He clings to you as his tongue glides along your lips and pokes through. You nearly gag on his tongue. 

His large hands cradle your head as he traps you in his vice. You slouch as he lowers himself to his knees, pulling you with him. You grasp his shoulders as you wriggle and try to detach. 

When he lets you go, you swing back against the couch and gasp. The feet scrape on the floor as it lurches. He chuckles and brings his finger up to his lips, hushing you. 

“Don’t wanna wake nan,” he traces the straps of you bra then covers the cups with his hands. He bounces you in his hands. “Mm, you gonna be quiet for me, baby?” 

Your lips trembles as your lashes stick with dried tears. You shiver and stare at him. He slides his hands around you and tugs on the band of your bra. He unhooks it and gently draws the straps down your arms. As he uncovers your chest, you try to hide. 

He clucks and yanks away the bra meanly. 

You drop your arms and bat away another swathe of tears. He hums and tickles up your sides. His fingers leave a tingle of warmth as he pulls away. He shifts on his knees and searches in his pocket. He brings out a chain that catches the lamp's glow. You stare at the single pearl hanging from it, just like the one you saw at the market. 

"I thought it'd be even prettier on," he reaches to you and clasps it behind your neck. He trails his hand along the length and sets the pearl to rest just above your chest. You inhale as he once more feels along the swell of your tits. 

He bends forward and buries his face against your chest. He turns his head and nips at the sensitive flesh. You squeak and he spreads his hand over your mouth. You bite down on your tongue. If your nan walks in on this, you're not sure she'd be okay. She might not be able to handle the shock and you're not sure what Nick would do to her. 

His thumbs circle your nipple and he places his lips around the other. He toys with you as you writhe helplessly. You grab onto his wrist and try to push him away. He twists and latches you instead. He puts your hand on his head and teethes your sensitive bud. 

You quiver as your strength dissolves. Despite your fear, it feels good. All of it. 

His fingers flutter down your stomach and along the elastic of your panties. You wince. He delves beneath the fabric as he keeps his lips sealed around you nipple. He purrs and curls his fingers up and down your pelvis. He pushes against your slit and dips between your lips. 

He rubs along your cunt and swirls around your clit. You nearly cry out at the shockwaves of his touch. It’s the first time anyone but yourself got that far. You squeeze your eyes shut and hang your head back. 

He flicks his finger over your clit. Your thighs quake and your hand combs through his hair. You moan and he hushes you, leaving a wet trail down your skin. 

He moves back on his knees and tugs on your panties. He guides them down and taps gently along your thigh. You lift yourself and he rolls them lower. He pulls away to strip them down your legs then quickly inserts himself between them once more. 

He bows and breathes over your pelvis. You squirm and push on the cushions. You whisper his name. 

“Please...” the last effort to stop him and yourself. 

He leans in and presses his nose to your pelvis. He slides his tongue down and glides between your lips. You cover your mouth to keep from squealing. 

He traces his fingers along the inside of your thigh and makes a trail up to the crease. As he laps at you, he runs his finger around your entrance. He hums and flows through you. He probes inside of you slowly, pushing his thick digit in to the knuckle. 

He turns his hand and bends his finger. He pushes until you feel pressure. You writhe and curl your toes against the floor. You make a fist and bite it. You don’t know if you can handle this. 

He draws his finger in and out, his tongue flicks up and down. He groans and you gulp down one of your own. You push your chin down as you fight your racing heart. Your breath shallows and your skin prickles. 

He scoops his hand under your ass and dips another finger into you. He shoves them in to his limit and retreats again. His mouth and hand work together, building a maddening tempo. You hiss as your stomach clenches and your muscles wind tight. 

You spasm and brace your head as you cum. It’s more intense than anything you’ve felt before. Alone in the dark, ashamed. This is different. 

You shove his head, overstimulated as he keeps going. He jams his fingers in as deep as he can as you tremble and twitches around him. He drags his tongue up and smears the wetness on his mouth up your pelvis. 

He wipes his fingers on your thigh and sits back on his heels. His eyes gleam at you as you peek out between slitted lids. You heave and stare at him. 

“Not done yet,” he takes your hand and stands. He pulls you up on your wobbly legs. You nearly fall against him. 

He pets your head then spins you away from him. He points. You follow the gesture to the balcony door. You waver and he nudges you. 

“You know what I want.” He growls. 

You look down at your naked body. You fold your hands and slouch, shying away from him. He tickles down your neck. 

“Go, baby.” 

You blink away more tears as your nose tingles. You bite down and obey. You go to the door and pause before it. You hesitate and look back as he drops his pants. You panic and twist the handle. 

You go out into the night air if only to escape him. The sight of him is etched into your mind. His body is forged in muscle and that part of him... it looked big. You don’t have much to compare it to. 

You look across the street. Cleo’s apartment is dark. She must be out living her life. The door behind you creaks. You feel him before his shadow darkens around you. 

He steps up behind you and runs his hand down your arms. He leads your hands to the rail and squeezes them around it. You shiver and whine. He kisses your shoulders. 

“Baby, you just need to hold on,” he grits. 

He brushes down your sides and the curve of your ass. His touch crawls back to your hips and he moves your feet back. He kicks them wider and pushes until you arch your back. 

He steps closer and reaches around you. He pets your pelvis and rubs along your cunt. He spreads your lips and plays with your sensitive clit until you moan. He pushes against your ass and lines himself up with your entrance. You suck in air and stare into the night.. 

It was easier when it was Cleo. That shame was different. That pain was tolerable. 

He inches into you. Your legs shake and you lean against the railing. You groan between your teeth. He urges you down with a hand on your hip and hooks his chin over your shoulder. He turns his head to nuzzle your jaw. 

He thrusts and your legs buckle. He tuts and does it again. “Stay on your feet, baby.” 

The tears fall again and glaze over the street. The lights turn to blurry orbs and the shadows are nothing but layers of black and grey. His pelvis claps against your ass as he ruts harder with each tilt. 

He reaches to the pearl around your neck, his other hand still nestled between your legs as he stirs your nerves to fury. He breathes against your neck and sighs. 

“You think someone’s watching us, baby?” He taunts. You whimper and he chuckles smokily. “I hope they are... you’re the star now, huh?” 

END 

[plotsignificanthaircut555]

Bloody (Kishibe x Reader)

MDNI, SMUT, 18+ ONLY

Kishibe comes over to hook up at a less than opportune time. Too bad he's a total freak and doesn't care about getting a little messy.

wc: 4k ao3 Masterlist

Warnings: BLOOD, PERIOD SEX, MENSTRUATION, cunnilingus, absolutely foul dirty talk, kissing, fingering, anal, getting really mystic when you're fucking (if you get it you get it), nipple play, a lot of discussion about consent. NASTY, SWEATY, DIRTY SMUT

“You think I’m put off by a little blood?” Kishibe clicks his tongue.

“It’s…weird? I don’t know?” You shifted under his gaze, your face heating up.

“We’re a bit past weird, don’t you think?” He inched closer, you leaned back trying to keep the space, “I’m covered in blood every day.”

“Not mine! And not…this, it’s different.” You whine again

“Exactly, I’ve had so much blood in my mouth and it's never been yours.” He was even closer now, pushing you against the back of the couch, hands not touching you, but lips and nose brushing along your neck making you shiver, “You think I can’t get my hands dirty?”

“Kishi—“

“Don’t you love to swallow my cum? My spit?” Finally his hands find your hips, sliding back to your ass and squeezing, “Or when I slide my tongue around your pretty asshole?”

You let out a small shaky moan, you couldn’t believe how nasty he was being. And he was usually filthy. 

“It’ll help the pain go away. It’s good for you.” He kisses right against the heartbeat in your neck making your eyes flutter.

“So you’re just tired of hearing me complain, huh?” You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, you were folding already.

“Mmhm” he teased, “wanna give you something else to whine about.”

His hands circled your aching hips, the pressure and heat of them already alleviating the dull pain.

“Kishi—“ your lip caught between your teeth, the trepidation inching further over your desire to give in.

“Come on, baby. Let me.” He asks again, moving his hands up your side, bringing your body right against his.

You moan again, every nerve in your body reaching out for him. He had dropped his coat at the door, his tie was folded on the kitchen counter, his shirt was already wrinkled when he had put it on this morning, but now it was half undone and completely disheveled. His body was warm, you could see the flush of desire creeping along his shoulder and neck under the collar.

“You’re so sensitive like this.” He whispered, maybe just to himself, he cupped one of your heavy, sore breasts,“I bet you taste so good. Let me.”

You pushed your chest into his hand, feeling your head fall back in ecstasy already. 

You hadn’t even asked him over tonight, he just showed up and found you crumpled on the couch under a sea of blankets whining about how much your body hurt. 

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked, already taking off his coat and making his way to your liquor cabinet.

“I got hit by the menstruation devil.” You huffed, keeping your eyes on the flickering tv.

He chuckled, the bastard actually laughed, “oh you poor thing.” 

“What are you even doing here?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Suddenly I need an invitation?” he poured himself a glass from the wide, amber colored bottle, “What was it you said last night? ‘Cum inside. Cum inside Kishibe, please, cum inside.’”

He pitched his voice up to mock your whimpery fucked out tone and crossed over to the couch, taking a seat beside your blanketed form. His dark eyes scanned over the impression of your body nested in the covers. 

“There isn’t much I can do for you tonight, Kishi. If you’re just going to hang out here and drink the booze I paid for, then just pour yourself one to go.” You rolled your eyes, not sure what hurt worse your head or your lower stomach. 

“I like you better when you’re playing hostess.” He picked up your legs and dropped them in his lap. 

You groaned but turned over to lay on your back, the slight rise in your legs actually alleviating the pain in your uterus. You peek at him over the blanket covering your body, watching him sip on the drink he made with your liquor. He looked like he had a rough day, thank god his coat wasn’t in sight or you would be thinking about all the dust and debris and god knows what else that could be sinking into your couch cushions. He looked back over to you, surveying your flushed face, your knit together brows. A rare tenderness came over him. 

“You really feel shitty, huh?” He runs his hand up your leg, under the leg of your soft sweatpants. 

You nodded, “let's have an organ leak out of your body and see how you feel.” 

The asshole smiled again, “oh come on, Sugar. I’m trying to help.” 

You rolled your eyes as his hand smoothed further up your leg. If your body wasn’t so sensitive right now you would be kicking him out, but his hand on you felt so…sweet. Warm with the perfect amount of pressure, you wanted it higher, you wanted it pressing so deliciously on your aching, contracting womb. You thought back times where his hand had pressed right where you need him, right on your lower belly, pressing against himself deep inside of you, making your eyes roll back, making you squirt onto his pelvis as he fucked deeper into you. Fuck, the blankets were feeling too hot now. 

Reason took over, “No, you’re here to help yourself. I can’t fuck you right now, Kishibe.” 

“We don’t have to fuck. Just let me eat you out, it’ll help.” Your jaw fell open, you studied his face for any sign that he would break into laughter or swat at your thigh for even thinking he was being serious. 

But you found nothing, except for the burning glint in his eye full of hunger. 

“No!” You tried to pull your legs away, sitting up, but he caught your ankle as it left his lap and firmly, not painfully, kept it against his leg. 

“What? You love when I eat you out.” he gave a wicked smile, moving his thumb over the ball of your ankle. 

“But its…gross…I’m all bloody and I haven’t showered and---”

His throat gave a small groan, “I’m already sold, baby, you don’t have to convince me.”

“Kishibe---”

“You think I’m put off by a little blood?” He clicked his tongue. 

This was how he had brought you onto your back on the couch, him between your legs, hot, wet kisses moving over your neck. You couldn’t help it, you were anxious and put off by the idea, but you were so sensitive, so reactive, your body craved the release of being pleasured by him. And the idea that he would be disgusted, or that he was doing this begrudgingly was gone from your mind the moment you felt how hard he had become against your thigh. His blunt nails scratched from your hip to your knee, you shuddered and arched up for him. This allowed him space to move his arm under your waist and hold you closer to him, he loved you like this. Soft and pliant, reactive and aching for him.

“You know baby, If you hate it so much, I can make it go away for a little while. Few months at least.” He kissed up your jaw to the corner of your mouth. 

“As if,” you giggled, “No one wants a dad old enough to be their grandfather, it's far too confusing for a child. Especially when mommy’s not even close. What would the parent’s at the pick-up line say?”  

“You’re so considerate.” He teased, taking your mouth. 

He was an excellent kisser, had been since you first got together, well, likely before that, but you didn’t care to think about that much. His tongue was smart, mapping out your mouth, or retaining the memory of the layout. His kisses were overwhelming, they took your breath away, they brought you to that state of breathlessness where all you want to do is kiss him more, kiss him harder, explore him more, be taken over by him. He slid his hand up your body and under your t-shirt, taking one of your breasts in his palm, squeezing it firmly, making you gasp out. 

“Owww, Kishi be careful.” You whine, bottom lip between your teeth. 

He tuts, eyes looking over your desperate face, “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. You’re just…so sensitive…I can’t help myself when you make those pretty sounds for me.”

He squeezed again, just as hard, making you keen back. 

“My poor girl, it hurts, huh?” His voice is so thick, so coated in the dripping hunger to taste you at your most vulnerable. 

You nodded, giving him your softest doe eyes, hoping he would lighten up. Instead, he ducks his head down under your shirt and takes your peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it, listening to you huff out pathetic whimpers of pleasure, before taking it between his teeth. You cry out, hands on his shoulders trying to push him off of you. He doesn't budge, you knew he wouldn’t, but your reflexes tried anyway. His arm around your waist kept you firmly in place against his mouth, which he opened to lap gently over the peak he had just abused. He didn’t care about your whimpers and protests, his mind had been completely overtaken by the desire. Every part of your body was calling to him, he could feel the heat coming from your core, the waves of humid pleasure laced with the untasted  

“Has anyone had you like this?” The smoke of his voice danced over the wet spots on your neck, making goosebumps appear despite the heat surrounding you both. 

You shook your head, he thought he would lose it in his pants right then and there. Your mussed hair, your sloppy, spit covered lips parted in a gasp. His hips rolled against the couch, the friction so delicious against his burning erection. 

“Saved it for me, huh?” He moved down your body on the couch. 

“Already forgetting you walked in here and practically begged me?” Your cheeks burning made it harder to be smug, but you tried your best. 

His fingers found the waistband of your sweatpants, rolling them down and off your legs, leaving you in a less than sexy pair of underpants. 

“Kishibe, wait.” You gripped his shoulder, “It’ll get on the couch.”

He swiped up the drool collecting on his lower lip, his black eyes frenzied. 

“Bed? Or I can put a towel down?” He huffs out, his breath heavy. 

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…” the embarrassment was getting the best of you, you started to sit up, until he pushed you back down. 

Looking over your body, only in a t-shirt and thin panties, he wouldn't let himself be denied. He was too close to his carnal desires. He wanted this for so long, not just with you, the idea had fascinated both his mind and his groin for as long as he could remember, the sensitivity, the taste, the primal call to him to devour his partner. And that was you now, so kind, so generous to him. You hadn’t denied him any whim of his, anything he had asked of you, you had catered to, you were so good to him. And he wanted this, your hesitancy stemmed from your own shame, not from lack of trust in him, so he was more than willing to push you beyond your limits. He stood from the couch, moving his arms under your knees and back to lift you into an easy bridal carry. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fighting to ignore the pain in your lower back, it felt nice to be carried by him, he was so strong and sturdy, he made you feel so cared for and tended to. Why shouldn’t you trust him to help you know? 

He carried you to your bed, dropping you somewhat unceremoniously into the mattress, moving to the en suite to retrieve a towel. He chose a light colored one, wanting to see the work as he made it, like a beautiful canvas waiting to be painted by his tongue and fingers. He spread it out flat under you, pulling you so that your hips were over the terrycloth. Your long, shapely legs exposed to him, knees bent, trying to keep them spread for him despite the nervousness flooding through your veins. Kishibe traced the back of his fingers from your ankle to your knee, his other hand opening his shirt and discarding it to the floor. His knees joined the garment at the edge of your bed, he pulled you closer to him on the towel. 

You sucked in a tight breath, this was far from the first time that he had eaten you out, in his own words it was his favorite meal, the one thing he craved at the end of long, tireless days of work. But usually you would both be in bed, you on your back with him laying between your legs, or him on his back with you sat on his face, riding that perfect nose under you soaked the pillowcase under him. Having him on his knees before you was new. He had never been so openly hungry for you, he had never begged you for something the way he had today. If you could even call that begging, it was about as close as Kishibe ever came. Being on his knees between your legs, looking right at your covered, dripping core waiting for you to tell him to begin. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get a chance like this again. 

You carded your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flick up to yours. 

“You want to taste, baby?” You coo down to him. 

His eyebrows raised, amused, “mhm.”

“You walk in here, demanding to taste me, and you think you’ll just get what you want?”

He was growing tired of you trying to play dom, one hand pushed you down onto the bed, his long fingers splayed over your stomach, holding you down firmly. His other hand is pulling your sticky panties away from you. 

“I can have you however I want.” He groaned, the smell of your iron laced arousal hitting him, “You don’t deny me what's mine.” 

Your back arched against his hand, which held you so firmly in place. He tucked your soiled panties into his back pocket, a momento to honor his achievement. He parted your labia with his forefinger and thumb, taking in the sight of your messy folds. Soft gossamer strings of arousal parting and snapping as he opens you further. Your clit was twitching and swollen, soon he would kiss her better, make her feel cared for and tended to, but his eyes fell further to the woven white string peeking out from your hole. He wrapped it around his index finger and pulled, relishing in the small puff of air you exhale as he does. He tosses the tampon aside into the small trash can by your desk, not caring whether or not it makes it inside, too occupied with the sight before him. 

You were trembling on the bed, not wanting to look at him between your legs, you were past the point of no return. He released the hand on your stomach, using his thumbs to spread you open, watching your hole clench around nothing, small dribbles of blood and arousal slipping from you, down your vulva. He moved one thumb over your clitoris, circling it softly, looking up to see your chest rising and falling under your flimsy t-shirt, nipple poking through the thin fabric. 

“You’ve never let anyone taste you like this. See you so weak.” he marveled at how reactive you were, the slightest touch across your outer labia pushing more desperate fluid from your hole, the circles on your clit making you writhe on the bed, “She’s begging for me, baby. And you didn’t want me to help her. So unfair.” 

“Kishibe please.” you pant. 

“Oh now you want me to, after trying to make me beg for it, now you need my help.” He mocks, blowing a bit of cool air onto you that makes you clench even more. 

He slides his fingers up your slit, watching as the blood stains his fingertips, using the wetness to make his circles on your clit even smoother. 

“Please, Kishi, please, I’m sorry. Please help me feel better.” You whimpered, already feeling the anticipatory tears filling your eyes. 

Finally, finally he closes his eyes and leans forward running his long, flat tongue over your vulva, stimulating every part if only for a moment. You keen back on the bed, hands flying to his hair. You can’t believe he really did it, that you allowed him to, and how fucking incredible it felt. He was drunk, he had to be, the way his head became light, swimming and fuzzy. He laps again, tasting more of your bloody leaking cunt. He can’t help himself. He dives in further, tasting the rich iron, the sweet-salty wetness he was so familiar with, he had worn it in his mustache for days after your encounters, letting the smell waft in with his breath, not wanting to be parted from you. Sure, that probably made him a massive pervert, but he was a massive pervert. He had your panties in his back pocket and your blood in his mouth, lips closed over your pulsing begging clit. If this was the life that being a total freak allotted him, then great. 

His tongue pushed into your hole, your tight, swollen muscles quivered around it. He wanted more, he wanted to taste more of you, he didn’t want any of it to go to waste. Kishibe licked at the space between your holes, catching the stray blood that had tried to escape him. He couldn’t hear you moaning on the bed, he couldn't see the way your jaw was hung open permanently in a pathetic silent scream, he didn’t care. He needed more. He pushed two of his fingers inside of you, not caring to make it slow. He carried on, watching as your lubricant moved from a clear pink to a full dark red around him. He scissored his fingers open, watching the thin spread of cum and blood hold itself together until they couldn't anymore and it popped like a bubble. 

“Fuck, fuck baby you’re filthy.” He was mesmerized. 

“It's so good, Kishibe, please don’t stop. Fuck, please.” You panted above him, your voice finally breaking through the whirr of noise that filled his frenzied ears. 

He pumped his fingers harder, watching the blood trickle down the back of his hand, catching and coloring the wrinkles and divots, it was beautiful. It was creating its over vascular network over his own skin, your blood mapping out his own, separated by a thin layer of skin. He pulled his fingers from you, much to your dismay, and studied the way your blood had given him color, made his tan skin red. He watched as it dripped from him onto the towel, which had taken on quite a bit of your blood and cum. It was a splotchy mess, he wiped his fingers across the mess, leaving a streak behind. He mourned the loss of the crimson nectar he coveted so much, but the sight was just too much to be without. 

You pulled at his hair and his shoulder, once again he didn’t even budge. 

“Kishibe, please. Please, please, make me cum, please.” you begged, you needed him so bad, you needed his tongue, his fingers, his endurance, him. 

He was nothing if not thorough, so without further pressure he dove back in. Now completely consumed by the fever burning through him. He slurped and kissed, sucked and lapped at your bloody cunt. He hadn’t even touched himself yet, but a mess of his own was seeping through the fabric of his pants. He could feel the cooling precum against his thigh, against the shaft of his pulsing, aching cock, growing sticky against his skin, staining his work pants. He felt like he was eating you whole. Hell, you felt like he was eating you whole. You felt like when this was done you wouldn’t remain, nothing would be left of you. You would be taken in completely by him. And you wouldn’t mind it, you felt so connected to him, like an extension of him. His tongue inside of you felt so natural, it made you complete. It made you whole. His fingers inside of you, prodding at your most sensitive, swollen sex, made you see stars--no, you saw the cosmos. The whole galaxy had aligned perfectly to bring the bundle of stardust that now inhabited your body together with the stardust that now inhabited him. You didn’t believe in God, you had seen and experienced too much to believe in something so divine. But this had converted you into believing that something, something beyond human that was working to keep his mouth and body fused to yours in delicious stasis until the end of time. 

Your pontification had brought you to the point of releasing erratic spurts of squirt adding to the mess building underneath you, only the parts that weren’t caught by Kishibe’s desperate mouth. He was in the same cosmically induced haze that you were imagining the plants that would be formed by your one day decaying bodies, the animals that would feast on your botanical bodies and decay there themselves. He tasted the whole of time in your oozing, bloody cunt. He pumped his fingers faster, bringing them to his mouth and back into you over and over again. 

He couldn’t stop, not even when your thighs clamped over his ears. Not when your hips bucked up, his free hand shot forward, keeping you pinned to the bed, only able to writhe against his grip and take it. 

You cried out his first name in pleasure shaking the apartment walls, surely alerting your neighbors. Fat tears slipped from your eyes, you dug your nails into the forearm attached to the hand that held you down. He moaned against you, slurping down everything you gave him. Keeping his tongue and fingers moving through your climax, taking you back down piece by piece. You panted, the combined oversensitivity making you tremble and shake, trying desperately to push his head away. It wasn’t until you pulled him off by his hair did you find solace. But not for long, once his head wasn’t buried in between your legs, you could take in the effects of his work visually. The dark red blood on his lips, collecting in the corners of his mouth, dripping down his jaw and neck, speckling through the pinpricks of his stubble. Panting, blood wet mouth, dark eyes lidded and hungry. You sat up, with a shaking core, to marvel at the beautiful sight of him sullied before you. His skilled, exhausted tongue swiped at his lower lip, trying to catch as much as he could reach. Finally his eyes opened all the way, looking over the mess under your hips, the visible tremor in your stomach, the rise and fall of your chest. He rose from the edge of the bed, moving off his knees, and crawling to cover your body with his. Your eyes and his both scrambled to capture and memorize every inch of each other. He lens down to kiss you, but you cower away. 

“Kiss me.” His brow crinkles and his eyes narrow. 

“Kishibe…” Your brow crinkles right back, he grabs your face in his bloody hand, squeezing your cheeks and pressing your pouted lips to his. 

You cringed at the slimy feeling against your lips, the metallic taste coating his tongue and now filling your mouth. He kissed you hard, with the same intensity and passion he had used lower on you just moments ago. Eventually the shock of the cloying taste wore off and the decadence of the kiss took over, the sparkly feeling of being fated with him returned. Finally he released your mouth, giving you another quick kiss before moving off of you. 

“Cigarette?” You sat up on shaky hands. 

“Think I would get rid of the taste I worked so hard for?” Kishibe chuckled and rolled his eyes. 

You admired him for a moment, his strong body, stretching and moving. He finally leant over the bed and moved your legs off the towel. 

“I’m keeping this.” 

“You’re such a freak.” You roll onto your side, moving carefully to get off the bed before Kishibe stops you. 

“I’ll get you cleaned up, don’t move.” The look in his eyes was soft, and rare. 

He did clean you up, and when you got up to use the bathroom, he joined you to clean himself up. And once you were both clean he finally shed his pants and joined you in bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.  

“Don’t you want to…?” You questioned, running your hand down his torso toward his neglected cock. 

“What you haven’t had enough yet?” he kissed the side of your head. 

You smiled flirtatiously, rolling over to kiss him, “Never.”

I hope you enjoyed my wonderful friends!!!!! And i hope you don't think less of me for this lol. I hope this can get you through your period, like writing it helped me get through mine! May we all be blessed with our very own bloody munch. -- Doodle. XX