#i just have to grit my teeth and hold on for dear fucking life until

[dapper-nahrwhale]

I'm at my fuckin limit here

[hoshifighting]

Hello,

So I was wondering, would you be able to write something about cock-warming with Seventeen? If not OT13, then maybe just Hoshi?

This is my first time making a request and I absolutely love your writing! I look forward to seeing your new posts every time I open the app!

Thank you 😊

cock warming with seventeen

seungcheol: he’s gritting his teeth, telling you to “sit still” ina scolding tone. man is holding on for dear life, hands on your hips, fully committed to the whole “stay still” command even though he’s just as worked up. he gives you this look that says “one wrong move and it’s over”—yet he’s lowkey loving how hard it is to keep himself together. eventually, you shift just a little and he’s like, “oh, you think you’re funny, huh?” ready to wreck you right then and there.

jeonghan: he’s the absolute worst tease about it. why would you choose HIM to do that? he got that little smirk, acting all unbothered, whispering about how needy you look just sitting there on him. he’ll brush his fingers over your hips, trailing them up your spine just to mess with you. every time you try to move, he’s like, “uh-uh, baby, stay still.” you know he’s having fun watching you squirm, and he’s definitely making it as drawn-out as possible.

joshua: gives you sweet little smiles while low-key dying inside. he’s got that hand on the small of your back, running his fingers there just to keep you close. he’ll whisper all these sweet nothings, telling you how “perfect” you are, and every time you clench or move a little, he shudders, just waiting for the second he can actually move.

junhui: oh, he’s got no patience. he’s sitting there, already hard as hell, and you’re making it worse with every tiny shift. he laughs it off, biting his lip, telling you you’re “gonna regret testing him.” jun’s the type to nudge your hips a little, just to get a reaction, muttering stuff like, “if you keep doing that, don’t blame me for what happens.” he’s a mess and doesn’t even last.

hoshi: he’s like, “why did we even think this was a good idea?” wiggling around, not even pretending to keep still. every little movement makes him lose it just a bit more, and he’s already breathing heavy, wet as fuck. you both know he’s absolutely hopeless at staying still, but the boy’s trying, just loving the fact that you’re driving him up the wall.

wonwoo: he’s calm on the outside, hands steady on your hips, acting like it’s all fine and dandy, but you can feel that bro is almost melting in that game chair. every time you move, he’s biting the inside of his cheek, giving you these intense, dark-eyed looks like, “don’t test me.” he’ll stay like that as long as he can, but little to go snapping.

woozi: this man is a brick wall, hands locked around your waist, practically daring you to move. he’s got a total death grip on his self-control but gives himself away every time he swallows hard or clenches his jaw. determined to make you stay still until he’s ready.

minghao: so de-stressed, it’s unreal. he’s got his hands tracing gentle circles on your back, just enjoying the closeness but totally into it. every time you shift, he just hums, getting more and more fired up. you can tell he’s feeling it, breathing deeper, pressing you closer, but he’ll still try to play it off. he’s in no rush but is totally giving in soon.

mingyu: man’s a mess, plain and simple. he’s holding onto your hips with his nails almsot, wide-eyed and flustered as hell. he tries to be the big and strong boyy he is, but every little move makes him gulp, giving you these desperate, needy looks. probably ends up blurting, about how much he needs to fuck you.

seokmin: so flustered, you’d think it’s his first time. he’s trying to stay calm, keeping his hands on your hips to keep you in place, but he can’t help it; every time you shift, he’s turning red, letting out little gasps, unable to keep himself from reacting. he’s all, “oh my god, please, just—stay still!”

seungkwan: so worked up, it’s ridiculous. he’s like, “this was the worst idea ever babe!” but his hands are glued to you, like he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. he’s torn between panic and total enjoyment, all red-faced and muttering how he’s “seriously trying here.” you can tell he’s struggling, giving you little pleading looks.

vernon: silent but done for. he’ll just sit there, eyes wide, hardly breathing as he holds onto you, doing his best to stay in control but you can see the struggle. every little movement you make has him gripping your hips harder, like he’s hanging on by a thread. probably mutters, “you’re evil,” under his breath, fully aware he’s about to cum like this.

chan: incredibly sweet, probably nervous but also very into it. he’ll laugh softly, maybe trying to make small talk just to keep both of you calm, but the longer you stay like that, the more it drives him crazy. he’ll whisper, asking if you’re okay, gently reminding you to stay still but clearly enjoying when you clench or ride him a bit, especially when you both start to give in a little. BUUUUUT—he waits for you to break first.

[suiana]

(yandere! corpse husband x gn! reader) (slight yan! male best friend too)

"and today, we are gathered to send off the late mr-"

you stand by his coffin, sobbing pathetically as your male best friend pats your back reassuringly. just a few days ago, your husband unfortunately died after you sat on his face. you hadn't wanted to! but how could you say no to him after he begged so cutely?

doctors said he died a pleasurable death, i mean, you could see it from his face when he died. and the fact that he exploded everywhere and it was all over his pants.

but you wish he hadn't died. you really loved him. you did. even if he was... slightly weird.

"he was my everything! now i don't even have his dick anymore! what am i supposed to do?!"

"hey hey... it's alright. let it all out..."

your best friend mutters, rubbing your shoulder as you sob into his chest. his hands run across the fabric of your shirt, tenderly reassuring you. if you pulled away a bit, you'd probably be able to see the way he had a smirk on his face.

"he'd probably want you to move on anyway... be happy with someone else."

"um, excuse me bro? what are you doing telling my spouse to move on?"

all goes quiet as your supposedly dead husband sits up, eyebrows furrowed as he glares directly at your best friend.

"like actually, I'd want them to be stuck on me until the day their physical flesh body dies so we can be together for eternity. we'd intertwine our star dust and merge our ascended souls into one so we'd never be apart again and-"

he rambles slightly, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at your male best friend. you pull away from him immediately, standing still as you face your now... reanimated husband?

"honey? you're alive?"

your husband turns his gaze to you, soulless eyes now full of life as he tries clambering out of his casket. the funeral attendees all scream in horror at the sight, a fiasco taking place as your corpse husband approaches you with slowed movements.

"babe..? oh my love! come here! ah... you should sit on my face again- I don't think i can die again anyway..."

he coos at you, hands trying to grab at you as you make calculated movements to approach him. damn the embalmer did a good job... you're sure you'd be screaming too if there wasn't an embalmer.

"ah... i love you so much... i love you, really. you'd never move on from me right? you love me and only me. don't listen to that asshole over there. I'll fucking haunt your soul if you tried leaving me."

your dead(?) husband mutters, hugging you tightly against his chest. you feel his fingers dig into your skin, gripping you so tightly as though he were trying to tear into your skin.

"o-oi you're holding me too hard-"

"ah, apologies my dear."

he mutters, reluctantly releasing his grip before his hands trail over your frame before landing on your cheeks. you shiver slightly, the cold hands cupping your face before you grimace as he opens his mouth right in your face again.

"i love you so much, let's kiss-"

"ugh, your breath stinks."

"oh... sorry..."

he shoves a mint in his mouth, slowly chewing before choking and collapsing on the ground, unmoving.

...

did you just witness your husband die again?

[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi, fellow Kid-Stan, I love your writing, it's so well-written! So I hope my request isn't too weird, but would you mind writing some headcanons with a fem reader afraid of having sex with Kidd, Zoro, Law and Sanji if that's okay. Like because the reader is stressed about getting hurt (maybe because of their size or because it’s been a long time since the last time the reader had sex, no heavy topic involved!) Thank you if you consider writing this scenario and please, can I stay anon if you post this?

Hello, dear anon! Thank you for requesting and your kind words, it was interesting to think about how those dummies would act in this situation. I hope you'll like the result.♡

☆Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW : n/sfw, MDNI, f!reader, size kink, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), v. sex, unprotected sex, protected sex, dirty talk, praises, Sanji talking in French because I could die for this, Kid is cursing as always, let me know if I forgot something

WC : around 2,000

You can read the part two here & the part three here

Kid

Let's assume it's your first time in the same bed: Kid being... Kid, his first reaction would be to grin cockily or even laugh proudly. He thinks you're actually praising him for his size. Please keep going, it’s music to his ears. He loves praises and when you acknowledge his size. It fuels his ego tremendously. "I know it's big, that's enough praise. Wait, were you talking seriously?" 

Seriously, Kid, ugh. 

So, once he realized you're not praising him but rather really stressed, he's still pleased with himself.

Kid is a man of action; talking, trying to understand, or reassuring is not something he's easily able to do. Because honestly, he would just say something like "it's just sex, I'm not gonna hurt ya, look how wet you are" 

Whenever there's a problem, he's more inclined to take action to find a solution. So his first reaction is to ask if you want to stop. Although he may be cocky and carefree, he would never cause harm to anyone he truly cares about. And no one will have a good time if you're too stressed. Totally pointless. 

So you have to tell him you want to continue, but you're nervous because Kid is not the one to indulge into sweetness and his size doesn't make things more easily. 

"Then, come get what you want by yourself" he would say before laying on his back, his cock twitching impatiently. Kid doesn't often let his partner ride him, except when he's feeling tired. His body is truly a beautiful throne to sit on. A toned and beautiful body, covered with scars, like war paint, full of stories and secrets.

Once you finally straddle him, he would hold your hips firmly as you line your wet pussy up to his cockhead. When you slowly impale yourself on his thick member, he would let out a low, animalistic growl of satisfaction. You feel too tight around him, and you feel too full with him buried deep inside you, stretching your walls. 

He would guide you down his cock until his balls deep inside you. The expression of pure delight on his face is truly mesmerizing. Riding someone as tough and impressive is quite intimidating, so he would hold your hips, helping you to move up and down, as you slowly adjust to him. "Fuck, look at you, taking me all the way in like the good girl you're"

He feels your walls tightening him as you start to move faster.

"Take it easy" That's the moment you will hear his shaky breath and deep growls. He can't handle how good you feel. So wet, so hot, so tight as you walls spasms around him. His cock is throbbing inside you and he grit his teeth, holding your hips that firmly it will leave bruises on your skin tomorrow.

He's truly trying his best to not just hold your hips and slams inside you as his usual rough and merciless pace. He wants to transform you into a whiny mess. 

"Shit, y/n, let me fuck you." 

And once you finally get used to him, then prepare yourself for the wildest ride of your life. You better hold onto those sheets tightly. Because he will slap your ass, pull on your hair and fuck you with enough intensity to leave you breathless and exhausted.

Zoro

Zoro has not a lot of experience because he's way too focused on his goal of becoming the greatest swordsman ever. Even when it comes to sex, he's a bit oblivious. So you better have to be precise and explain things correctly, so that it takes over his mind. As Kid, he's not a man of many words, he doesn't really know how to reassure you. Like, okay, it's been a while since the last time you had sex, but the same applies to him. At least you're in the same situation, isn't that nice?

He's trying his best.

Once he's sure you want to keep going, he will consider the whole thing like a training: everyone needs a good warm-up. So prepare yourself to have your pussy eat for a long, long time and to cum at least once against his lips. He may not be the most experienced, but he learns quickly and your body language is like talking to him. 

He would then slowly push two fingers inside you, feeling how wet you are for him. "Looks like my girl is ready for me, yeah?" 

Try not to be too embarrassed when he hungrily licks his fingers covered in your wetness, like if it were a precious cup of sake. The way your body looks and tastes is truly intoxicating. How could he get enough of your shivering, moaning, sweating, begging, and slow pleads when his head is buried between your thighs? 

"Now open your legs for me" 

Eyes darkening with lust as he sees your folds exposed, his cock twitching and throbbing. Although he is thick, he never realized it. So you better prepare yourself. 

He would look into your eyes just to be sure you're still willing, before placing his hands on your shoulders to pinning you down the mattress, shifting his weight so he can position himself at your entrance. 

Thrust forward, filling you up in one swift motion. He's completely focused, as if it's an important battle. And actually, he's really struggling to stay nice and slow for you. He's quiet. Breathe deeply and make low grunts close to your ear.  When you begin to scratch his back, he becomes confused. Why are you doing this? Does it hurt or feel good? "You doing okay?" 

If you tell him you need more now, he will give it to you as hard as you want.

"Such a brave girl"

Law

As a good doctor, his first reaction is to understand the cause of the problem. Is it a physical or psychological problem? Sex can be painful if you're experiencing too much stress or vaginismus. If he wants to help you feel better, he needs to understand what's going on. He’s a logical man, he can't act without a good understanding of what's happening. 

He would probably cover your body too, in order to preserve your intimacy while you explain him you're just a bit stressed because it's been a long time and you often face pain when it comes to sex. 

"Sex isn't supposed to hurt or to be stressful. Do you want to continue?" 

As you slowly nodded, he would kiss your forehead and then slowly remove the bedsheets, revealing your bare body to himself. 

He wants to reassure you even if he struggles with intimacy, including in the bedroom. He's not that kind of guy having sex with random people. If you end up in the same bed, it's because he genuinely cares about you. And damn, he definitely knows how to take care of your body too. He has divine hands. Good to heal, but also to help you reach new heights. The way he runs his hands along your body, your inner thighs, your pussy, and then your clit causes shivers down your spine. 

And when he slides two fingers inside your core, damn, the only thing you can do is arches your back and beg for more. He’s the king of fingering. You can't help but cum as his thumb circles your clit while he pushes his long fingers in and out of you. When he removes them, his tattoos are soaked with your wetness, you are flustered, and he's content with himself. He can't help but grins, licking his fingers while watching your reaction closely. Even in bed, Law likes to tease you.

"Need me so bad, y/n-a?" with a slight pinch on your nipple 

He's a doctor, so he will wear a condom. Even if you're wet, he'll reach for the bottle of lubricant and then sloshing some onto his palm before smearing it over his length. The emo boy myth is true because his cock is long.

Usually, Law struggles with eye contact, it's too intimate for his sake. But for once, he will let you lie on your back, spreading your thighs enough to fit in between. His tattooed chest slowly rises up with each breath, making him look beautiful over you. 

"You're ready?" 

He's a smart and careful person, so he'll go slowly and check your expression to ensure you're alright. He feels the tightness around his cock. So wet, so hot. His hands are shaking on your hips while he gently steady you. "Everything's fine?"

Slow and deep strokes as you trace the tattoos on his arms and chest. With his lips sealed to yours, he swallows all of your moans. And his low, deep breaths are leaving you in shambles.

Sanji

Oh, sweet Sanji. Similar to Zoro, he's not the most experienced, but he has a kind and compassionate soul. He would let you explain yourself, running his hands all over your shoulders, hair and stomach, trying to soothe you as you confess you're scared because it's been a while since the last time you had sex.

Sanji would never judge you. He would offer you sweet kisses to cover your body, promising to take things at your own pace. And if you need to stop, please just tell him. He would try his best to hide that he's a bit nervous too; nervous about hurting you or not being good enough for you. 

Gentle kisses on your neck, breasts, lower stomach, inner thighs, and hands running all over your skin, fondling your breasts softly with a heavenly touch. He wants to take good care of every inch of your skin because your body is so precious, perfect and beautiful. All your shivering, moaning, and the way you look at him with pure love on your face... it melts his heart. He desperately wants to be inside you, but he'll never rush the whole thing. Like a good meal, sex deserves to be appreciated. 

Probably the king of oral sex, he could keep his head burring between your thighs for the entire day and still can't get enough of how good you pussy feel and taste. He is fond of eating you out, hearing you moan, feeling you shivering and beg for more. The way your body is arching, how you grab his hair, pressing his lips more firmly against your wet folds. Not only do his hands know how to cook, but they also know how to please your body. Slowly circling your clit, fondling your breasts, and caring for every inch of your skin, making you melt and beg for more. You forgot you were tensed and stressed with all his attention. 

Sanji being Sanji, he would love to bind your wrists with his tie, but he knows it's not the time for this. "I need to be inside you, mon amour" (my love)  His cock is painfully hard and twitching, leaking in pre-cum.

As you spread your legs, letting him know that you're ready for more, Sanji would try his best to hide how stressed he really is. He doesn't want to hurt you. Fingers entwined with yours, a lot of eye contact as he slowly pushes his cock inside you. "Shh, it's okay. You're so tight. Laisse-moi te faire l'amour" (let me make love to you)

You softly moan as he penetrates you completely. You were stressed about getting hurt after such a long time without having sex, but Sanji is so soft that it didn't hurt even a bit. Even if you're relaxed, he would ask, "Am I hurting you?" And when you confirm that everything is more than fine, he can't help but sigh in relief. His fingers are still entwined with yours as you use your other hand to softly pull on his hair.

Slow and deep strokes. "C'est si bon d'être en toi" (it feels so good to be inside you) He is not ashamed of moaning. Moans that are really pretty. The feeling of your skin against his, how wet and welcoming you are inside. This is too much for him to handle. 

Naturally, when it came to aftercare, he would rush to the kitchen to make you a good meal. 

Sanji is so sweet please, help.

[nekomanager]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋♡ BLUE LOCK

RIN, SAE, REO, BACHIRA ; when they lose control while fuckimg you and overdo it...a little

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ creampie, rough sex, deep throat, fingering, squirting

♡ RIN

“Were you just touching yourself while waiting for me?” He panted, having worked his way to pull your panties down and finding out that you’re so wet and ready.

You blushed and admitted. “Yes.”

This man is known for his stoicism and self-control yet when he saw you excitedly welcoming him home after weeks of being away for training, he completely lost it and took you right then and there as soon as he closed the apartment door behind him.

“Good.” And he unceremoniously entered you deep, thrusting you thoroughly without any plans of slowing down. He moved his hips like he was in a race–huffing and groaning while he’s slapping his dick so hard and deep inside your pussy.

“Aaahhh...Rin, s-slow down mhmn-“

There’s no time for that. He missed you. He needed you. He wanted you. Now. “Fuck...” He hissed as he’s screwing you so hard you have no strength to complain. It felt too good you knew you’re gonna lose it at any given moment. Your back arched in pleasure and Rin held your waist, holding you in place as he pistonfucked you ‘til your vision went completely blank, cummimg around him, mouth parted and eyes wide. Finally at his own release, he groaned and dipped his head on the crook of your neck spilling all of him inside you.

“I miss you.” He whispered against your skin as you lovingly ran your fingers through his hair.

♡ SAE

You’re supposed to be feasting on his dick right now, but for whatever reason, you had your ass up in the air and he’s on his knees, eating you from behind–palms heavy on your butt cheeks as he licked your folds.

“S-Sae...” You mewled, embarrassed to hear the way he slurped on you.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand. His gaze on you intense and he breathed out. “When you call me like that...” It never failed to make him forget his sense of reason and the hunger to hear his name from your lips would always take over, so he put two fingers in and started stroking you relentlessly. You squirmed and whimpered, while he squeezed tight your ass to keep you still. “That’s it...that’s it, baby.” He pumped in and out with such force that your juices were sprinkling out. “Cum for me.” He grunted, digging even further, abusing your little hole with so much pleasure you felt it building from the pit of your stomach.

“Sae! Sae!” You cried as your knees buckled and caved in.

“Yes. Say my name. Just like that.”

He heaved heavily and bit his lower-lip, watching you tremble as your pussy clenched his fingers and began squirting around him. Your hips shook wild as you begged. “Too much!” He kept on pumping as your juices spilled out until you finally cried his name out. “Sae...too much.” That’s when he took his fingers out. He brought your body to his, enveloping you in a tight embrace while you slowly calmed down.

♡ REO

“Hah...hah...Fuck!” He growled and gave out a deep guttural groan. “So goood. Feels so good.” He said through gritted teeth with his eyes shut and brows furrowed. His jaw strongly clenched while the veins on his temple started to show. His expression while he was fuckimg your mouth, hitting the back of your throat was a sight to behold.

Reo had a fistful of your hair and his other hand held the shower rod tight as he pumped persistently.

It was supposed to be a normal clean-up blow job until you looked up at him with puppy eyes while licking him torturously slow. He lost rein of himself, giving in to having your mouth stuffed with his huge cock. But you allowed him in and encouraged him even more by grasping firm on the that sexy ass of his for leverage, holding on for your dear life as he bobbed your head along his shaft.

“Mhmn- Y/N. You’re so good. You feel so good...” He grunted as tears began forming at the corners of your eyes, your hold on his ass tightening it would surely turn red right after. “Such a pretty mouth, baby...augh!” He thrust in deep once more and you finally swallowed his cum straight in.

Reo stepped backward, pulling out. He cupped your cheek, sweeping away some strands of your hair from your face before he gave a gentle smile and soft kiss on your forehead.

♡ BACHIRA

“Ohhh...baby youuu~” Bachira cooed as he closed his eyes. Your legs were around his waist as you pounded yourself up and down his erect cock. “Your pussy feels so good. Mhmmn...I love it!” Thrust. “I love it!” Thrust. “Can’t help it, babyyy. Mhm can’t take it anymore!”

He gripped on your waist and began to bounce you up and down his length. His hips jerked wildly that your arms flew around his frame in a tight embrace.

He huffed and breathed heavily. “Feels so goood. Feels so good. Can your feel it, baby? Can feel it?”

“Megu...Megu...”

“The bed is shaking, baby. Can you feel it?” And it’s making him more excited, now bouncing both of your bodies. His cock hitting you hard as his hips thrust to meet the fall of your pussy, balls deep on his dick. “Y/N! Y/N! Baby!” He exclaimed his impact getting heavier and heavier the bed started squeaking.

“Oh my gosh, Meguru.” You panted. “The bed!”

“That’s it, baby.”

You heard some cracking in the background but you didn’t care anymore and neither did he as you‘re both overcome with pleasure, which drove him even crazier as he added more intensity in the way he bounced your bodies. A crack could be heard in every thrust.

“Meguruuu!” You cried out as you felt the tremors coming and soon your head swung back, feeling your orgasm hitting.

“Y/N...baby! Just a little! Just a little!” Bachira gave you a few more quick pumps as he take himself to his own peak. “Y/N!” He screamed as he shove up deep in you that the middle of the bed broke at his last stroke.

“The...the bed...” You said, breathlesd in between his arms.

“Mhmmm...let’s stay like this for a while please.”

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[crystalflygeo]

Surrogate eggs ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: Egg-laying/Oviposition, semi-plublic sex, multiple orgasms, slight fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding kink, Zhongli has a dragon tongue, praise kink, sex toys??, improper use of geo (can you tell I love that tag?), pet names, some pain??, aftercare.

notes: I disappear for a week and come back with this absolute FILTH omg. It really is just almost 2k of egg-laying made sexy because I am a degenerate and want nothing more than Zhongli filling me up with eggs <3 sorry not sorry.

Having a 6000 years old dragon ex-god as a lover sure meant you were already more or less used to a certain… spice in your life.

But this, this was certainly new.

“Ah- Zhong- Hnnhg!”

Your legs tremble as a newborn fawn as you stray off the main path and lean against one of the golden ginkgo trees by the side, panting and whining softly.

“Are you alright dear? You look quite flustered.” Zhongli curiously trails after you, hands behind his back, perfectly poised. As if he wasn’t the one making the cor lapis eggs in your pussy vibrate and tease your insides. “Do you need to rest? We’ve barely reached the base of Qingyun peak.” He asks, an amused smile on his lips.

“B-bastard.” You huff out with a pout and immediately feel the vibrations intensify. “O-Oh… fuck-”

Three. Three small polished cor lapis pieces in the shape of eggs, warm and snug and deep inside you. They shift and rub against your sweet spots, pulsing at his will ever since you stepped foot in Jueyun Karst, at first it was an odd sensation but soon enough your panties were soaked, juices running down your legs as you struggled to keep standing, sweet noises coming out of your mouth that only made Zhongli’s gaze darken.

“Zhongli…” You cry out.

“Yes, darling?”

“S-stop… mmh”

“Oh? But you seem to be enjoying yourself so much.”

“Stop… playing dumb.” You grit your teeth, clinging to the tree for dear life. The vibrations calming down to a soft hum, a gentle fucking not unlike his cock. “Please I’m-” You whine again.

You feel his finger softly raise your chin and your hazy half-lidded eyes were met with glittering gold, his diamond pupils mesmerizing and his stare soft and affectionate but also domineering, commanding, and full of lust.

“What do you need, my dear? Tell me.”

You choke a moan at his authoritarian presence, shifting and rubbing your legs together as the pleasure robs you of your strength. “P-please… Zhongli, make me come, please I n-need- It’s not… enough.”  

His eyes shift to the side as he seems to consider it for a moment and you almost mewl for his attention, eyebrows knitting together trying to steel yourself.

“Alright.” He concedes, and leans forward to kiss you softly.

Well, at first.

The geo eggs inside you start to shake and vibrate more intensely and you gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, Zhongli holds you and pulls you closer, taking the chance to snake his long dragon tongue into your mouth, quickly deepening the kiss and set on devouring you.  

“Hmpnnng-” He swallows your moan as you kiss back the best way you can but it’s suddenly so much- too much- you’ve been teased and edged all the way and he’s- he’s just-

Your body shudders in his arms and you let out a high-pitched noise as you climax. Your insides squeezing and milking the toys inside you, dragging on the pleasure for longer and you cling onto him as your legs threaten to give up. Bliss, pure bliss. And he hasn’t even touched you proper yet.

“There we go…” His rough voice mumbles as he breaks apart the filthy kiss, his hands rub at your hips and you vaguely realize the geo eggs have stopped again. He carefully maneuvers your pliant body until you’re both sitting on the yellowed Liyue grass, his back resting against the tree while you sit between his legs, your back pressed to his chest.

He spreads your legs and holds them open with his own, you blush heavily as you realize his intentions, hiking up your skirt to reveal soft thighs and wet panties to the world. The flimsy fabric is soaked and clings uncomfortably against your pussy, more so as you feel the soft breeze.

“W-wait… right here?”

It is true that barely anyone ever enters Jueyun Karst but it was still risky. A lost adventurer, a lone merchant… you weren’t that far from the main dirt path, anyone could walk in and see you… exposed like this.

Your insides clenched, throbbing around nothing but the eggs inside of you.

Archons you really were depraved.

Zhongli rubs your inner thighs comfortingly before pulling your panties aside, his long gloved fingers skim your heated pussy lips and rub at your hole as it twitches wildly in response.

“Zhongli…” You moan weakly. “I’m so full.”

“I know, you look so pretty with my eggs inside you. Breathtaking.” His other hand rubs circles on your navel. The warmth within the geo energy sent through him spreading heat in a sensual way. “How about you push them out for me and we can be done. I’ll take you home so you can rest, my precious mate.” He nuzzles you.

“W-wha…” You mumble dumbly, but instinctively lean to his touch.

“They’ve been inside you long enough, and… we’ve had our fun.” He explains, kissing at your jaw. Two of his fingers easily sliding inside you, making you jump. “Don’t you think it’s time to let them out? I want to see you lay them.”

Pressure builds in your gut and you nod, biting your lip. Her works those sinful fingers in and out of your pussy slowly, scissoring them to stretch you a little and you moan. Not that you needed that much preparation with the recent orgasm and your… activities early that morning.

After all, those eggs had gotten in somehow, hadn’t they?

Only a few moments later and you feel ready, panting rapidly as if you truly were going into labor yet at the brink of another orgasm, you weakly pulled his hand away “H-Hold me…” You mutter heatedly. Zhongli kisses you softly and you take a deep breath.

And push.

The first egg slides down freely inside you, rapidly moving until it catches at your entrance, it burns a little but feels so good, lightning up pleasured nerves in a way that had you mewling before the stretch disappears, coming out alongside your spilling juices and onto the grass.   

Zhongli doesn’t hesitate to slip his fingers back into your heated core to soothe the sore muscles and play with your pussy a bit more, rubbing over your raw clit to make your hips stutter and your legs shake trying to close.

“That’s the first one, two more.” He says softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he obviously stares between your legs entranced. You flush at his actions. “You can do it.” He encourages you, elegant fingers spreading your folds lewdly and soaking in your essences.

The whole experience is making you dizzy.

“I-I just… I just need a moment.” You pant, groaning and shifting your position a little so you’re less sitting and more lying against him, lifting your hips slightly and offering him an even better view from above.

“Just imagine the real thing. There will be more of them, slightly bigger and thrumming with elemental energy.” He growled softly against your ear. “Our children. Our clutch.”

It’s just dirty talk. It’s just dirty talk and it sets your blood on fire to hear it. You know his base draconic instincts are going haywire with the idea and archons you want that. You want that so badly.

Another egg stretches your hole and you can only imagine what it looks like as it slips and spreads you open. “Ah- Ah!” You toss your head back, let out a long moan and strain the muscles of your stomach before finally it slips out.

“Good girl.” Comes his smooth baritone in the form of a praise. You sigh in relief, rutting against his fingers as reward. You see slick threads of your juices all over on his gloves, the shiny eggs and your pussy, connecting everything together in a mess of a shiny cobweb. It’s obscene.

It’s so hot.

“Just one more, darling.” The ex-archon soothes you, possessively rubbing at your navel once again although you feel something’s different, like something shifts a little inside you. “Though, I feel this one is just a little bigger… closer to the real thing.”

Your eyes widen.

“No, no, no, you did it on purpose… just now… m-make it smaller again, please!” You shake your head frantically, digging your nails against his arms and squirming against the feeling of his fingertips dancing around your folds.

“Shhh, shhh” He cooed, kissing at your neck. “You can do it, I know you can. Consider it… practice.” You can practically feel the smirk Zhongli presses against your skin.

“I already came so much…” You whisper, tears in your eyes. “Zhongliiii…”

“You got this.” He kisses your temple. “Just one more. I want to see that sweet pussy stretch around my egg, please?”

You groan at his filthy words, hips snapping against phantom stimulation as your pussy quivers. You brace yourself and breathe in deeply before squeezing your eyes shut and doing your best to push against the overstimulation. Your hole stretches impossibly wide, widening against the grit of the egg and pressing against your clit making you keen. It rests there a few seconds, heavy, solid, before finally popping out with a wet squelch, dropping right by the other two, and you scream at the excruciating mix of pain and pleasure.

For a moment you can’t even breathe, much less speak as you rest a little. Black spots dance in your vision and your ears are ringing. When you come to again Zhongli is desperately peppering you with kisses, caresses and praise. Hugging you close and growling dark promises into your skin.

“-did so well. My little mate. My perfect mate. Want to breed you for real. Fill you up. You’d give me wonderful little half adepti. So good for me. Truly worthy to be a dragon’s mate. Should keep you in my nest. Love you so much-”      

Sluggish, you close your legs and pull down your skirt clumsily, ignoring the soreness and sticky feeling as your body sags against him in exhaustion.    

The dragon is practically purring, having mellowed down a little yet obviously pleased after having you bear his eggs, albeit fake ones. The intention is there… as well as the possibility for the future.

“We should go to the abode, you deserve a good rest. I’ll clean you up and get you something to eat and drink, hm?”

“Just a little more, Li.” You mumble tired. “It’s warm and cozy here…”

He chuckles and pets your hair. “Alright.”

[futterurl]

Hii do you do angsty smut? I’m craving angst & smut for Josh futturman . Love your first work here btw ❤️

tysm anon i fucking LOVE angst and smut mixed. literally two in one combo. i got u :b apologies if this wasnt what u were looking for!!

WARNINGS: angst, bleeding, pretty graphic, smut (mdni!), oral(f!receiving), p in v, creampie, afab reader

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you clutched your side, agony hitting every inch of your body. getting shot in your side wasn’t how you thought this mission was gonna go.

it was supposed to be simple: have everyone eat the Kronish balls, save the day, yada-yada. in and out. that wasn’t the case, however, when everyone who wasn’t borderline poisoned by the kronish balls turned out to be bionic.

josh wasn’t looking behind himself, not seeing a bionic creeping up to him at a quick pace with a knife in hand. you ran as fast as you could, trying to tell him to watch out.

you pushed josh out of the way, causing the bionic to stab you right in the side. the pain hit immediately, agonizing pain. you doubled over, wanting to remove the piece of steel. you knew this would only make it worse. you had to keep it in, at least until you were able to get somewhere safe.

“shit.” tiger panicked, seeing you on the ground, clutching your torso for dear life. you looked up at her with weak eyes, coughing up spurts of blood.

“gotta. got’ get help.” you tried to speak as hard as you could without exerting too much effort. she was able to pick you up and avoid the bionics, which wolf was going crazy with.

“guys! abort the mission. s’ in critical condition!” tiger yelled at josh and wolf, seeing their expressions drop as they saw her holding you, borderline limp in her arms. as they fended off the last of the bionics, they raced over to see you, crying and tired.

“fuck, fuck, this is my fault, fuck.” josh started talking at 100 miles an hour.

“this is nobody’s fault. someone get a goddamn car and bring us home.” wolf yelled. they all raced over to the car they took, tiger slamming on the gas the second you all piled in, josh now gently bringing you into the back.

“fuck, hurts s’ bad, fuck.” you grit through your teeth, hand bloody from holding onto your side. josh had propped you up against the car window. he kept his hand right on top of yours, whispering endless strands of “i’m sorry” and “this is my fault” through tears. this was the last thing he wanted to do, especially to the girl he loved, even if she didn’t know.

you were so selfless, you took a fucking knife to the torso for him. he owed you his fucking life, if you were okay after this, that is. he was gonna make sure you were okay. he clung onto your other hand and held onto it for dear life.

in just minutes, tiger was stopping the car in front of josh’s house. josh took you into his arms, racing up to his room, flat out ignoring his parents.

he laid you onto his bed, propping you up high with a good amount of pillows.

“i have a first aid kit in my bathroom. go get it. it’s in the cabinet.” he yelled at tiger and wolf. he couldn’t stay one second away from you. not like this.

wolf ran to get it, coming back in mere seconds. he had a wet rag. “we gotta take the knife out and put this over it immediately.” he panted.

“take my hand. this might hurt.” josh offered, holding out his hand to you, which you took into yours with ease.

“one, two, three”

tiger removed the knife, to which wolf covered you with the wet rag. you screamed and wailed as you crushed josh’s hand with yours. you had never experienced that amount of pain in your entire life.

“the worst is over. you did it.” tiger tried to ease your worries, offering you painkillers in the first aid kit wolf had brought.

“fuck. still hurts s’ fucking bad, fuck.” you silently cried. this felt like torture. you felt like you were going to puke.

“can you guys give us some privacy please? sorry, she’s overwhelmed and i know how to help her.” josh said, looking at tiger and wolf. “can you guys go talk to my parents? tell them we’re all good?”

they got the signal. they quickly left and shut the door behind them.

josh looked at you. “fuck, i’m so sorry. this is all my fault. i didn’t want you to get hurt like this, i’m so sorry…” he started to tear up.

you caressed his face. “it’s okay, josh. it wasn’t your fault, nothing you could’ve done. i’m still alive, aren’t i?”

“i know, but it shouldn’t be you with the fucking knife in your side.” he replied. he was really worried about you, his heart racing. he didn’t want you to be hurt. at all. he’d gladly take a knife for you for this to be overwith. for you to not be in any more pain.

“it’s okay, really. i jumped in.” you yawned, starting to get tired.

“okay, okay.” he wasn’t gonna argue with you anymore. “is there anything i can do for you?”

you squeezed his hand. “go to sleep with me for awhile?” you asked in a hushed tone.

nothing would’ve made him happier. he couldn’t be away from you, not now, not ever. he wanted to make sure that you’d be safe. with him. in his arms.

“of course. i..i’ll stay here with you. as long as you need.” he took a few pillows from under you, letting you lay down, he laying down next to you. you cuddled up to him a bit, making him blush. thank god the light was dimmed low.

“thank you…” you drifted off as you muttered those words. josh looked down at you, watching you fall into a deep sleep. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. even after dying, you still looked so fucking perfect. how?

why would you take a knife for me? he asked himself, over and over. i hate seeing you like this.

the last thing he wanted to do was to see you in pain, and now he saw you in pure agony, on his behalf. he felt lime such a shitty person. the least he could do is lay with you.

he wouldn’t admit that was what he secretly wanted all along. he caressed your cheek before laying his head down, joining you in a peaceful slumber.

.

.

.

you spent the next couple days attached to josh like you two were conjoined at the hip. he was constantly there for your every need, whether that be for water, food, painkillers, anything.

you were healing up nicely. sure, you were still in pain, but it was significantly less than what it originally was. having josh by your side helped a lot.

you two were laying in his bed, when the painkillers sort of wore off. you winced.

“you okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“yeah, just hurts a bit.” you responded.

“you need anything? i can get it.” he offered.

“no, josh, really, it’s fine.” josh had been there for you at your every need, you were starting to feel bad. it felt like he was being a servant for you.

“i don’t want you to be in pain though.” he looked lost in thought. it looked like he wanted to say something.

“is there something on your mind, josh?” you asked.

“uh..uh, kind of. you ever have something on your mind but you don’t wanna say it because you don’t know if it’ll ruin something but you really don’t know what reaction you’ll get-” he started to talk faster and faster as he talked more and more.

“josh, we’ve known each other for what, how many years? we’ve talked about anything and everything. you can talk to me.” you propped yourself up to look at him.

he looked nervous. well, he always looked nervous. this time, however, he looked super nervous. something was on his mind.

"i was just gonna say, um, that, uh, i know a way to make you feel better...but, uh, it's kinda weird...yeah." he started stammering over his words.

"what is it, josh?" you asked. did he just bite his lip?

"i...i could make you...y'know..." he looked from your face down to your body, back up to you.

"make me what?" your heart started beating ever so slightly faster. might he be alluding to...?

"i...i could make you...make you cum. i know it's not a painkiller or anything, but it might take your mind off stuff. it's stupid, i..i should stop talking now. i shouldn't have said that. it's stupid. i'm sorry-"

you cut him off by putting your hand gently under his jaw and kissing him passionately. you started to grasp at his hair, holding it in fistfulls.

once your lips disconnected, you started breathing heavily. "josh, i'd love that. please. really." you never thought he'd ever ask you to do anything like this.

"really? am i dreaming?" he asked, rubbing your forearm gently.

"no. please, josh. make me feel good." you pleaded. now that the idea was out there, you were dead set on this. you didn't want anyone but him.

he got on top of you, starting to kiss your lips, your cheeks, your jawline, your neck. everything. it felt perfect. you could already feel your focus on your pain being subsided to this.

he lowered himself, settling in between your thighs, rubbing your hips. he held the ends of your shirt.

"can...can i see how it's doing first? just to check? don't wanna make it worse." he played with the hem of your shirt.

"yeah, yes. do it." you responded.

he lifted up your shirt to your ribcages, examining your bandages. it still looked pretty nasty, but it had certainly healed a lot since a few days ago.

"fuck...i'm still so, so sorry. i really am." he started to get a bit teary eyed while tenderly rubbing the skin by your bandages, careful to not get too close to where it would hurt.

"josh, really, it's okay. it happens. please. i don't want you to feel bad about this. it really is okay." you scratched at his hair.

"okay, okay...m'sorry. lemme make it up to you." he pressed a kiss to your stomach as he unzipped your shorts. he pulled them down slowly, not wanting to make your body jolt or be in any more pain that it was already in. he lost his breath, looking at you in just your shirt and panties. he still couldn't believe it.

"you...you okay?" you asked.

"y-yeah. i'm great. just...can't believe this is happening. you're so beautiful." he lay his head on one of your thighs, giving it a light kiss. that made you shudder. you didn't realize your thighs were that sensitive.

"thank you, thank you..." you started to mumble, becoming a bit nervous.

josh sensed your nerves. "you know, you don't have to let me do this, if you don't want me to. i know it's very up and personal."

"no, i really do, it's just...i'm just...nervous, is all. just...go slow please." you asked.

he played with the hems of your panties. "don't worry, i'll go as slow as you need." he pressed a kiss to your hip bones. "would you...would you mind if i took these off?"

"please. take them off." you were starting to get desperate.

he slowly eased them down your legs, getting a glimpse of your glistening pussy. he felt his eyes widen.

"can i...can i make you feel good?" he asked, pressing a kiss on your pubic bone.

"please, josh. want you to make me feel good so badly." you were practically begging at this point.

he lowered his head just a bit, propping himself truly inbetween your thighs, licking a stripe up your slit. you shuddered, new to the sensation. it felt weird, but in a good way.

"that feel okay?" he asked.

"yes, josh, for the love of god, please...more." you begged.

his tongue rested on your clit, rubbing it with the wet muscle. this sent shivers down your spine. it rubbed back and forth on the tiny area. you let out a moan, back starting to arch off the bed.

"shit...feels s'good josh, oh my god." you moaned, him drinking up your moans.

his lips attached themselves around your clit and just sucked. this sent all sorts of waves of pleasure through you. you pulled at his hair as he sucked at your clit. he ran his tongue in circles around the sensitive bud. had he ever done this before?

his tongue ran down your cunt, entering your tight hole with a moan from you. his thumb snuck up to your clit, not giving it a break as he rubbed tight circles around it.

"feels t' good, holy shit..." you were becoming putty in his hands as he tongue fucked you.

"you taste s' fucking good." he moaned into your pussy as his thumb became even faster around your clit, using your slick as lube. "love every part of you, fuck."

it didn't help that he was practically groaning into your cunt as he went down on you, letting out little whimpers and moans into you.

he heard you start to get louder and louder. he knew you were getting close to your release. his head went back up to your clit, giving it even more stimulation.

"josh...so close, oh my god..." your hips were starting to slightly buck up into his mouth.

"i know, pretty girl, not gonna stop until you cum down my fucking throat." he pleaded, urging you as he sopped at your clit, constantly hitting the bundle of nerves. your thighs got tighter around his head.

"i...oh my god...i think i'm gonna..." you started to pant hard, getting lost in the pleasure.

"c'mon. let it out. cum in my mouth. please. make me happy and cum on me. wanna make you feel so fucking good." he said in between licks.

one of them in particular make the tight band forming in your stomach snap, you finally getting that sweet, sweet release as you moan incoherent babbles to josh, as his tongue slowly eased at your cunt.

once you came down from your high, he started to rub little circles around your hips again. "you okay?" he asked.

"fuck...that was really fucking good, josh. oh my god." you panted as he peppered your stomach in kisses.

"good, m' glad." he rubbed the skin close to your bandage. "did i do anything to make it hurt any more?" he asked, worry etching on his eyebrows.

"no, it's all fine...i feel really good right now." you looked down at him, his face a mess of saliva and your slick. that was hot.

"good." he came up a little bit, you getting a peak at his erection standing through his pants.

"do you...do you want me to take care of that?" you asked, alluding to something more.

he caught his breath. "uh..are-are you sure? i know you just...y'know. you sure you want to?"

"please, josh. i want you to fuck me." you had never felt so desperate than you did right now. you needed him.

"i don't know if this is gonna hurt you. if it does, tell me and we're done." he said, getting out of his pants, his erection standing up in his boxers. your eyes widened. you couldn't believe he was going to be inside you.

"thank you josh, i will." you pulled him in to a kiss, your hand traveling down to his boxers, lightly gripping at his clothed cock. he let out a whimper.

"that feel good?" you asked.

"yes, fuck yes that felt good. but this is about you, not me. gonna make you feel good again. promise." he pulled away as he swiped down his boxers, freeing his girthy erection.

he positioned himself, sitting up on his knees, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder, alligning his cock with your dripping cunt. he ran his tip over your clit, you both shuddering.

"i..i'm gonna put it in now, okay?" he asked for permission, hands gently holding onto your hips, careful not to hurt you with the pressure. "i'll go slow, i promise."

"please." you whimpered.

he pressed it at your entrance, his tip slowly going inside you. he let out a shudder as he traced his thumbs back and forth on your thighs, trying to ease your nerves.

"fuck, oh my god. only have the tip in but it feels s' fucking good. you're so tight. fuck." he started to become a whimpering mess.

he slowly pushed his hips forward, entering you even more, at such a slow pace to make sure you weren't in any pain. sure, you had done this before, you told him, but it had been some time since. the last thing he wanted to do was make you hurt down there too.

"put the rest in josh, please." you whimpered.

he obliged, slowly bottoming out. all the sensations hit him at once: your tight, sopping cunt squeezing his cock. he knew he wouldn't last long.

"god, you're so tight, holy shit, feels so fucking good." he wailed, praising you as he caressed your hips. "you good?"

you nodded. you felt so full, it felt amazing. he looked at you with care and concern, like you were the only person in the world right then. it was perfect. he was doing all this for you.

"please start moving. feels good." you pleaded.

he nodded furiously, taking an experimental thrust into you, to which you both moaned out to. he was constantly letting out strings of "oh god" and "fuck" into the room as he started to grip your thigh.

he started to get into a motion, him pistoning in and out of you at a quick pace. your tight gummy walls pulled him in with every thrust, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

"oh my god, you feel so good. love this pussy so much, holy shit." he was practically worshipping you at this point as his hips drove into yours, you letting out moans in response.

one of his hands found itself at your cunt, his thumb starting to bully your clit in tight circles, you letting out a loud moan in response.

"josh, getting close, oh my god. fuck!" you pleaded for him. his thumb around your clit started to move even faster as his hips drove into you, hitting every spot.

"gonna cum soon, please cum with me." he pleaded in between moans, hips moving even faster. you broke down into a moaning mess as you felt another orgasm coming.

"you're so hot, holy shit. wanna fuck you like this forever. wanna get lost in this pussy. please. want you to come on my cock over and over again. shit." he let out rambles as he started to reach his peak.

these words let you to your second orgasm, your cunt becoming even tighter around his cock as you moaned as loud as possible, yelling his name. your cunt squeezing him made him come undone, cumming inside you.

he kept thrusting into you, riding out both of your highs, until you came down. he put your leg down, him slowly pulling out and laying down on you, being careful to not lay down on your bandage.

"that...that felt so good josh, oh my god." you started to play with his hair and rubbing his back.

"good. m' glad. i really wanted to make you feel good." his head lay on one of your breasts, paying attention to your breathing pattern.

"you..you really helped. i feel really good right now. thank you." you squeezed him into a hug.

he put one of his arms around you, enjoying the warmth of your body. "i'll always be here for you, i owe it to you. i'll stick bt your side, no matter what.

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a/n: womp womp sry if that was kinda mid (im a loser if u couldnt tell)

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"Don't say those words again, okay?"

Another little SVE one-shot! With Isaac and gn!Farmer as a couple 💕

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"Open up! We can't get through the barrier! Somebody open up!" Farmer had just about torn their voice away, trying to shout over the howling of the Crimson Baldlans sandstorm and the roar of its not-so-hospitable inhabitants in the distance, so eager to come back for them and the badly wounded Isaac to finish them off.

"No use." The bloody sand prevented Isaac from opening his eyes properly. "Alesia won't hear us, and without the amulet, the barrier won't open." He gritted his teeth and hissed, trying to pull the bone arrow out of his punctured thigh. It was bleeding fast, but luckily the remnants of the life elixir at least helped stop the bleeding. Too bad it wasn't enough to heal him completely.

Farmer was relatively fine, just a couple of minor wounds. That was more important to Isaac than his injuries.

"I don't have the return scepter with me. No totems. All the elixirs are out. Crap..." Isaac's partner grumbled to themselves in exhaustion and anger. The monsters were about to come back for them, especially Isaac, as the smell of fresh blood attracted them as much as monster musk.

"Any idea, Isaac?"

The adventurer struggled to get up from the sand scarlet with his own blood and used his sword as a walking stick to keep from falling down again.

"There is a plan. You're heading back towards the exit without looking behind for anything, and I'll hold them off as long as I can." Farmer turned around and looked at Isaac with shock and disbelief.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to leave you here-"

"You're coming home, do you hear me!" Isaac bellowed and immediately regretted it as he bent over slightly from the aching pain on his stomach. Fucking serpent with their spikes and fangs...

"I won't let them kill you, and since we don't have much of an option..." The adventurer unbuckled his ragged brown cloak with one hand. The fabric was swept away by the sandy wind. "I'll stay here. You must run." A truly wolfish grin appeared on his face, letting Farmer know he was willing to fight for them to the end.

Oh no, you don't, my dear...

"I have a better plan." If anyone could outdo Isaac in terms of stubbornness and determination, it was the most chaotic farmer in all of Stardew Valley, his friend and lover, who definitely wouldn't agree to put up with Isaac preparing to die.

Farmer came close to the barrier and touched the surface with the palm of their hand. In a moment their whole body was bathed in radiance, and tongues of blue flame danced in the air. Like a bear digging into its prey with its long claws, Farmer stuck their fingers into the barrier. Growling, they continued to stab their fingers in until a small hole was formed in place of the barrier. Not enough to shatter the very magical defences of Castle Village, but enough for Farmer to grab the stunned Isaac by the collar and throw them into the resulting passage.

Quickly leaping to follow Isaac, it was literally an instant before the small window in the barrier slammed shut again. The sullen adventurer was unable to keep his feet from such sudden movements and fell again, but now instead of sand, he felt cold black bricks beneath his body. Farmer fell beside him, exhausted from the depletion of mana.

They were both safe now, and Isaac could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Next time - warn me about it. Now how the fuck I'm going to get my cloak back..." The dark-haired man grumbled, but the Farmer couldn't hear a note of bitterness or annoyance in his voice. He was grumbling simply, for the sake of appearances.

"It was time to get rid of that rag. More holes in it than cheese...." Farmer scooted a little closer to Isaac and kissed him on the temple.

"Don't say those words again, okay?" Farmer's voice was quiet and soft, but their eyes reflected all seriousness. Isaac didn't answer anything, only smiled softly at them, a rare occurrence that only Farmer could catch. One minute felt like an eternity as they both lay down and rested from the hard fight.

True to form, the silence was interrupted by a stomping sound not far from the main entrance of the Castle Village:

"Intruders! Intruders!"

"The barrier has been breached!"

"All at arms, prepare for battle!"

"Alesia! Someone call Alesia!"

"Who it could be? Spies of the Gotoro Empire?"

"Get really, folks! We have a guests!"

"How did they get through Camilla's barrier?! It's impossible!"

Farmer and Isaac looked at each other and sighed in sync, realising that the rest of the day would be a headache with interrogations and explanations for the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Knights of Pythagoras.

[two-white-butterflies]

WAITING FOR A BUS

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

It was a shit storm from the beginning. You told him that attempting to murder his nephew was a death-wish. That they would never make it out alive. "You're not going anywhere," you mumble while holding him in place. He camped outside of Harrenhall for thirteen-fortnights. He wanted to kill Aemond — you of all people should know that.

"We're not retreating," he asserts while moving past you. Caraxes was slumbering behind you, a thick fog of smoke reigned over Gods Eye. It was the largest lake in all of the seven-kingdoms, and gods be damned if it became your beloved's sarcophagus. "I would rather die, woman." he gritted his teeth, staring demandingly at the stone castle.

The castle could easily be burnt by his dragon, but he couldn't ruin the only castle that reminded his niece of Harwin Strong. "— and die you will, if Aemond ever has the mind to descend upon us." you feared the one-eyed prince and his large dragon.

Vhagar was said to be the largest living dragon. You didn't have any doubts about that. "I will not die today, but my nephew — he might." he said smugly seeing the familiar figure of his petulant nephew.

Aemond's back was slumped, a sign of bad posture. In his right hand was a metal sword — on his left side was Alys Rivers, his loyal paramour. Daemon's hands found the small of your waist — feeling possessive over your small figure. Aemond was staring at you up and down, almost undressing you with his mere eye.

"Your cowardice has reached an end, dear nephew. It's nice of you to make your presence known." Daemon smirked while playing with the dark sister on his right hand. Only one of them will survive tonight, and it's going to be him. "You are the only coward here, uncle." the boy replied smugly while petting his dragon.

There were goosebumps on your hand. Throat attempting to leak green bile — but showing weakness wasn't good, he taught you that. The sounds became too loud, and soon — both of them began to board their dragons and fight atop the lake.

"Daemon!" you scream, seeing his figure disappear above the clouds.

——— Beads of sweat formed atop your forehead, hands grasping upon the velvet blanket, and you began to sit upright. Another fucking nightmare, you cursed while staring at the digital clock beside you. 3:41, the clock read as it beeped neon green. It was too early. Too fucking early for bullshit.

These nightmares have been haunting you as far as you can remember. Those lavender eyes that have been staring at you since you were just a little girl. It was stupid to dream about dragons and fire, yet the theme always stayed the same after all these years.

Aemond stirs awake, his heavy arms wrapped around your thighs. "Aemond," you whisper in a hoarse voice. Your loving boyfriend of six-years, knew all about these nightmares. "Go back to sleep," he replied in an equally hoarse voice.

The light of the lamp illuminated his neat features, his slender nose and sharp jawline. "I can't sleep," you whisper feeling your eyelids flutter in tiredness. When these 'night terrors' begin, there was no hope for rest. "Just close your eyes." he mumbled while pulling you back into the bed.

It stayed like that for a while. His broad chiseled arms wrapped around your petite figure — his legs there were rested atop yours. He had a steady breathing, mouth slightly ajar from all the lack of sleep. You didn't want to bother him, but sleep wasn't exactly coming.

You slither away from his grasp, avoiding his second-attempt at hugging you. In your place, you add a soft pillow smothered in between his legs. It was enough to fool a sleeping Aemond. You began to sashay into the living room, which was adjacent to the kitchen. The apartment had an open-concept to it, and thus you were able to see everything all at once.

You reach for the pack of bread inside the fridge (something Aemond found weird as bread wasn't usually stored in fridges,) and you place them inside the toaster. You had a few minutes until Aemond woke up, as he couldn't sleep without you.

The fridge opens again and out comes a jar of butter that he made from scratch. The toaster beeps — and a pair of toasted bread came out. You groan, the beeping could wake him up. And that man deserved all the rest that he could get.

And just like you predicted, he was already up — scratching his eye lazily and walking in your direction. "Why are you up so early, babe?" he asks while pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. He took a bite of the toast you made, slathering a spoonful of nutella. "I couldn't sleep again," you replied while taking a bite of your own toast.

There were battalions of reasons as to why you couldn't sleep. It could be the fact that those 'nightmares' seem too realistic to become nightmares, or that the man named 'Daemon' with purple eyes couldn't be erased from your mind. You couldn't remember his face, but those purple eyes have engraved themselves into your soul.

It was fucking real. You could still feel the fog of Gods Eye, and the heat of that dragon, Caraxes. There was another man there too, he was a dragon-rider, but you couldn't remember his name. Only the fact that he was an enemy.

"I think you should go to therapy." he advised while playing with the strands of your hair. He found great comfort in your hair — according to him, he used to have much longer hair until his abusive father forced him to cut all of it off once he turned nine. "The nightmares have been gone for a while, babe. I think it just came back 'cuz we moved into a new city." you reason, trying to get away from therapy.

In all truths, you didn't have money for it. It was too expensive for a normal day citizen. You couldn't ask your boyfriend for any more money, he hated taking money out of his trust-fund. "If it continues even after we've settled, I think it's worth going to therapy for." he added while finishing his toast.

You chuckle softly, taking a sip of your hot water. "I won't have time once I've started teaching those high-school kids." you laugh, reminiscing the days of your childhood. They were all blurs to be honest. "I don't think you'll be able to do much teaching, they're all sycophants." he rolls his eye.

"Sycophant, that's a big word." you frown while wiping the counter clear of the crumbs from your toast. He's been acting weird for a while. Sometimes he doesn't even seem like the same person. "I learnt it from wikipedia," he pipes while pushing you away from the sink. "By the way, I'm washing the dishes." he dominates while taking up all the space.

It makes you smile, thinking about how lucky you are to have him.

"Get ready for school — look scary, and make sure that those kids hate to love you." he reminds, and you press a kiss to his temple. "You want me to become a terror teacher?" you giggle, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "A hot one," he chuckles closing his fist and opening it into your face — splashing you with water.

"Mkay," you mumble, taking a step away from him. You began to walk to your room, already having an outfit in mind for school. "But remember to pick me up. I'm not familiar with the streets yet." you remind and he nods his head.

"I won't forget it, love." he promised, seeing you retreat inside the room.

———

The school was a few minutes away from your apartment. Ten to twenty minutes, depending on whether or not you use the public transport. Aemond was driving you today, which meant that you were going to be a little early to class. Better early than late.

He stops in front of the junior high-school building. "I'll pick you up later, pumpkin." he lowers the window, you lean a little closer to peck his lips. "I'll be out at six," you remind and he nods his head. "I'll try to get out of work early, but if I can't then Aegon can pick you up." he briefed while slowly driving away.

You wave goodbye, seeing the red car disappear from view. You turn around to face the large building, feeling nervousness creep inside your soul. You open your small android phone, already feeling eyes stare at you. Highschool students were crazy, but not crazy enough to send you running.

You stare at the email. You are the advisor of St. Maria Goretti, the patron saint of purity, young women and assault (at least according to google.) You begin to walk in the large halls of the building, searching for the 10th grade, and finally finding your assigned classroom.

You lower a big box on your desk, it was filled with binders and free notebooks — you weren't sure if the students were going to use it. It was a catholic private school, all of them were loaded.

A woman clears her throat from the other side of the room. Your eyes trail down from the floor, to her shoes and finally to her face. Pale blonde hair, and a familiar pair of purple eyes. "Hey, you must be the new teacher. I'm uhh — Ma'am Rhae, I'm actually the coordinator for english — and this grade level." she walks towards you in a warm manner.

"I'm (Your Name), I teach science." you smiled offering your hand to shake, but to her surprise — she begins to welcome you into a deep hug. She smelled like peony and suede, a wonderful combination — but typical for an english teacher. "Really? What college did you go to?" she inquired with renewed interest.

"I'm sure that you haven't heard of it, I'm kind of a country bumpkin." you chuckled while giving her a modest smile. It's nice to have a friend around here.

———

Rhaenyra excuses herself, exiting your room and running towards the nearest lavatory. There she fiddles with her pockets to find her phone. She dials the familiar sequence of numbers. 'Uncle Daemon 👹' the nickname read out, and it took a few rings for him to answer.

"Uncle," she called out in a panicked tone, she turns the faucet on so that other people may not listen in to the call. "Hey, what's up?" her uncle responded in a casual tone, there was grogginess to his voice — which meant that he had just woken up. "(Your Name) is here, and she doesn't remember anything." she breathed out in panic.

She could hear him curse from the other side of the call. Then suddenly, the call is dropped.

chapter two>>

AN: Comment to get tagged.

[kira-fluff]

i hate you (but i'm lying) kuroo tetsuro x f!reader

"i'm going to get promoted, and then i'll be your boss." "not if i get you fired first." kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader | "enemies" to lovers -> coworkers!au, timeskip!kuroo tw: language

you're stuck with the worst supervisor ever. sure, he's good at his job and he's actually a pretty good leader, too. the problem is, the fucker takes any chance he can get to make fun of you. he particularly enjoys mentioning the fact that he is your direct superior, though thankfully he's not your boss (despite the bullshit he always tells you).

you

you had always made an effort to show up early to your job, and if not early, then right on time. in high school, you had a nasty habit of showing up late every morning to your class. so, you swore you'd work your ass off to break the habit and so far you were successful. there was only one time you showed up late, and that was because nothing seemed to go right that morning. you didn't hear your alarm go off so you rushed to get ready in ten minutes, one of the heels in your pair completely broke off, making you rush to go grab another pair, the traffic was horrible on the way to work, you stepped in a puddle on your way in, and the elevator took at least five minute to finally come to the first floor. needless to say, you'd gotten off on the wrong foot that morning (literally). as you stepped in the office, sweating profusely and red in the cheeks from sprinting in heels to the door, you were praising every deity to exist that no one had noticed. until kuroo suddenly showed up, coming out of his office with his arms crossed over his annoyingly muscular chest (i mean seriously, buy bigger shirts, dude! those buttons are hanging on for dear life.) "well, well, well. look who finally showed up." you gave him a deadpan glare and said, "shut the fuck up, kuroo." he tsked, "that's not the way you talk to your boss." you rolled your eyes, "you're not my boss. you're just my supervisor." he smirked, the way he always does, and answered, "you're right. i'm your supervisor. and my job is to delegate." you rose a brow as he went over to his desk, and brought a stack of papers, plopping them into your hands. "now be a good little secretary and bring this to my boss." you gritted your teeth, "i'm not a secretary you sexist piece of shit. i'm an office worker with the same position as all of these men here." kuroo leaned down, so close to your face you could smell the mint on his breath, "right, like all the men here, except me." he leaned back from bending down to your height and winked, "i'll see you in a bit after you drop those off for me." you let out a huff of indignation, but you didn't have the energy to argue with him after the shitty start your morning had already began.

somewhere along the way, your eye rolls turned into smirking grins, equally torturing him with quips and digging nicknames. he didn't mind though, in fact, you noticed that instead of doing his work every morning, he'd lean against your desk and chat with you (and insult you lightly, of course). "can you move your ginormous body? you're taking up all the space on my desk." "i think you mean gorgeous physique." you grinned, "whatever makes you feel better, slave driver." he faked a hurt expression and said, "hey, you guys are all getting paid! no slaves here." you leaned your head back to look at his face, matching his direct eye contact, "then why am i constantly tortured by you?" he smirked again. "hey, remember, my job is to delegate." you scoffed. "that's just your way of saying you're pawning off all your work onto me. just you wait, i'll get promoted for busting my ass, and the first thing i'll do is fire you." "the boss is talking about giving me a managerial position. better watch for your own job first." you blanched. "wait, really?" he pursed his lips to hold back his laugh, "nah, i'm just fucking with you." you squinted your eyes and your cheeks widened into a wicked smile. "i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, tetsuro?" to your surprise, his throat bobbed, his eyes widening. his words came out in a choke, "...that's a new one." one more win for you. or at least you thought so. you noticed a little while after he was acting kind of weird around you. he'd still lean against your desk and talk with you, but sometimes you'd catch him staring a little bit too long. when you had a question about some formatting of a document on the computer, he practically took up all your personal space as he leaned in close, nearly enveloping you in a hug behind you as he reached over your body to grab your mouse and click around to show you. you'd made the mistake of taking a strong whiff of his perfume...which smelled like the best thing on earth. one day you'd been a little shy, but decided to work up the courage to wear a short little pencil skirt to work. a small slit rode up your thigh, leaving very little up for imagination. your were expecting some kind of insult about how you looked like some kind of roleplaying stripper or something, but instead, you were met with a speechless kuroo. his eyes kept flitting to your skirt, then back at your eyes, which, by the way, his eyes were big as saucers. it was strange, but you wrote it off as him just having a rough morning or something. your suspicion was further proved correct when he didn't come over like normal and lean against your desk. instead, he stayed holed up in his office, probably making calls. when you'd come in to ask him a question regarding some of the sales department's statistics, he seemed to be so busy he didn't look away from his papers. when you moved closer, his eyes were forced to look up at you, and when they did, he swallowed thickly. maybe he's not feeling well today, you thought. you walked around the desk and up to his chair. leaning on leg against his seat, centimeters away from his thighs, you put a hand on his forehead. he took in a sharp breath, turning his head away from you. "hey, are you feeling sick or something? you're barely looking at me today and you haven't even stopped by my desk to bother me. are you swamped with work? make sure you're taking care of yourself, too, okay?"

kuroo

fuck. she is way too close. his face flushed, hopefully not discernable to your clueless eye. he'd tried all morning not to stare at your ass and yet here you were, airheaded as ever, with your short skirt and thighs - oh god, your thighs - practically sitting on top of his own. he turned his head away, because jesus, how clueless are you? your tits are level with his face, damn it, he could see the color of your bra though your thin white shirt. stop it. don't go there. that's the last thing we need. his breath was becoming short, coming out in light pants that he prayed you didn't notice. would she notice if he crossed his legs? it's getting harder (literally) to hide himself. he inwardly sighed. you always seemed to miss his clearly obvious signals that he was falling for you. let's face it, he already has. he remembers your first day, when you showed up, bowing to him with your big, happy, smile. when you smiled, truly smiled, it felt like you were sunshine in human form. god, you're so beautiful. his boss was always giving him shit for it. it seemed everyone in the office knew he was head over heels for you, except you. his thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly stopped, turning your head so you could face him directly, inches away from your lips touching. he couldn't stop himself from looking down at them, which was a huge mistake. you looked at him, a small bit of worry across your face. "...tetsuro...?" (he loved it when you called him by his first name). "are you... mad at me?" he rose a brow. "no..? what made you think i was?" you frowned, "well, sometimes i think you might hate me." his browns narrowed. "i'm flirting with you, you moron." your eyes widened and your face turned bright red. you spoke in a whisper, "oh." his eyes moved down to your lips again and then back up at your eyes, a question in them that was so obvious to you now that you didn't even have to nod. your lips crashed into his, and damn if he didn't feel like he died and went to heaven. or was dreaming, for that matter. god only knows how many nights he was woken up with images of you kissing him or looking at him with the eyes yours sometimes made that gave him a bit of hope that you felt the same way. he felt punished by the dreams where you not only loved him with your amazing personality, but pleased him with your body as well. he swiped his tongue against your lips, earning a gasp from you that not only made him smirk, but gave him entrance into your mouth. you let out a little moan that drove him crazy. his hands wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his lap. you couldn't help grinding against him, and feeling his hardness beneath you. finally, your lips parted. you both gasped for breaths, looking into each others eyes with equally dilated pupils. he looked down at your lips before saying, "are you free tonight?" you smirked, "i think i can check and see if i can fit you into my schedule. you know how busy i am." he shook his head, smiling. "pick you up at 8?" you nodded, "i'll text you my address." as you leaned in for another hungry kiss.

and so did you ever hate each other? no. but it's more fun to pretend you do, no?

a/n: i LOVED this idea and i lowkey wrote it based lightly off of a relationship i have between a coworker (obviously not this romantic though, lol, we're just buds). i hope you like it!

[writingsofwesteros]

"it's getting worse" stev says through gritted teeth. "So much worse" her whole body tenses as the contraction takes over her body. Otto looks at her with calm eyes, having done this before three Times in his life already.

"just breathe, My love" he says stroking her belly. She holds onto the edges of the hospital bed with white knuckles.

"I know how to fucking breathe, say something sweet not some instructions you big dingus" she hisses quickly. Otto tries to hide his smile as he strokes her sweaty Cheek.

"you're doing so good my love. So good. I'm so proud of you"

"you did so good" Otto says kissing stev's forehead tears clouding his gaze. "Giving me another beautiful girl. I love you, My darling so much"

"she's so perfect" Stev sobs holding their little Dove so close. All the pain forgotten.

"every bit of her is. Every single little finger and toe and her tiny nose" he whispers. "And those thick dark tufts of hair"

"and she is ours" Stev smiles. "Just like our little Cherub"

Otto looks at his little dear Daphne Cassana Hightower. Stev asleep and recovering. "If they had told me I would someday have three of The most beautiful little daughters, I would have scoffed and waved them off, My little Dove" he whispers. "Nothing good came of these fingers ever" he continues. "Not until your mama came along, and your sister and brothers mama. But your mama....she's something else"

Dove only scrunches her nose as she is still getting used to being in this strange new universe with none of her mama's Heartbeat to soothe her. But this other warm human seemed nice and familiar too. He just didn't smell like milk

"you are the most loved little girl. Just like your sister. She is so excited to meet you. Cherub. Oh you'll be very familiar with her you will. And a bunch of cousins you have too"

ADORE THIS SO MUCH!!! THE CUTEST!

[amazingmsme]

Curtwen hcs cuz 🤷‍♀️ (these two are on my mind 24/7)

Owen LOVES to play the 'how long can i keep my hands behind my head' game, and Curt loves trying to break him (which he always does eventually). Curt loves to tease him through focused gritted teeth, like "oh yeah is this difficult?? You better not laugh or i'll think this is working~" meanwhile Owen's squinting real hard and trying his darndest not to squeal.

(Idea bc im sore as hell rn) Curt gets sore rly easily bc of his stature and his workout schedule compared to Owen, so he may need some massages. BUT theyre in some abnormal areas—like the hamstrings, his sides/lower ribcage, or (god rest his soul) his feet. Bonus points if Owen genuinely wants to help and is trying to make it as un-tickly as possible, but that doesn't change anything.

The first 'interrogation roleplay' they did occured after 1) Curt got knocked out by the baddies, 2) Owen defeated the baddies and stole one of their outfits, and 3) Owen decided itd be the funniest prank. Curt thinjs he's gonna hurt him but then he pulls out a feather (somehow?? However tf he'd just have one-) and goes to town. Curt is MEGA embarassed but Owen reveals his disguise and apologizes <3

Been thinking about this ask ever since I got it & I can’t get over this, it’s SO GOOD & everything I could eAa qver ask for! I need fics with all of these ideas stat!

Owen LOVES the challenge of keeping still & thinks he’s so superior for being able to hold still, even if ict’s literally just for a few minutes. He’ll be white knuckling the headboard, gripping on for dear life until he finally breaks & pulls his arms down! Curt LOVES to tease the shit out of him because usually the shoe is on the other foot lol

Curt is ABSOLUTELY too ticklish for a massage! Not that Owen minds, he thinks it’s really cute & endearing. But Curt gets so flustered & nervous when offered a massage & tries to come up with excuses about how Owen doesn’t have to do that for him or it doesn’t hurt as bad & he just needs to walk it off, but Owen insists that he help take the edge off. & at first he tries to make it not tickle, but it’s just too tempting & Curt is way too cute & ticklish for his own good!

That’s 100% how that played out! Maybe it was supposed to be a solo mission but they both were assigned to the same one so they didn’t know the other would be there. It would be HILARIOUS if Owen got there first & already completed the whole thing before Curt even got there & when he spots him sneaking around he gets the most devious lil grin as he comes up with his master plan. He probably found the feather rooting around an office & there was a mug full of fancy fountain & quill pens & snags one. He sneaks up on Curt & knocks him out before he even knows what hit him & he slaps on a fake disguise & waits for him to come to & has some fun. Uses a cheesy fake accent, coming on a little too strong for a villain & then takes him completely off guard with the tickling! Curt is so confused & embarrassed when he starts using the feather & through choked back giggles he’s like “what kind of fucking bad guy are you?” & Owen pulls off the disguise with a shit eating grin & goes “one of a kind” Curt is relieved it’s not actually one of their targets, but he could kill him😂 he’s just gotta get his revenge, which he does as soon as they’re behind closed doors (in a safe location)

[bumblepony]

as you’re well aware I’m a foul little sicko so I’d love a Joel x reader “angry kiss, teeth clashing”

dear god please do your worst i love u 🫶🏻

Here you go, girly. I love a good enemies-to-lovers story, and that's what we got here!

You fly down the steps of your front porch, bare feet slapping against the sidewalk. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Miller?” You shout as you get close enough to his truck you’re sure he’ll hear you. He sighs and rolls his eyes as he sees you coming towards him. With a huff, he slams the door of his truck shut and trudges to his truck bed to pull out his toolbox.

“I don’t know what the fuck have I done now?” He grits between his teeth, purposely striding up his front walk as you come up behind him.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about, Joel.” You hiss, hustling to get in front of him, blocking his path. You stand in front of him, hands on your hips and eyes blazing.

“I hate to tell you, sweetheart, but I got more important things in my life to worry about than what ever problem you got with me now.” He pushes past you, knocking your shoulder as he does.

“You are such a goddamn asshole.” You spit and spin after him, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. “The shed, Joel. The fucking shed that you put on my property last night when I was sleeping.” You say, pointing to the shed in question.

Joel stops and stares at you in frustration. “It ain’t your property; it’s mine, and it’s been mine since before you moved here.”

“Just because my grandmother didn’t fight you on it doesn’t make it your property. The deed to my house clearly states that that plot is mine.”

“Well, the deed to my house says that plot is mine, and I’ve been here longer,” Joel says with a petulant tone.

“What does that fucking matter? My house was built first.”

“Yeah, on my family’s land!”

“That was sold to the original owner of my home, my great-great-grandfather!”

“My great-great-grandmother sold him the land, and then your great-great-grandfather stole that plot from her!”

“He did not!” You throw your hands up in indignation, “It was on the fucking deed!”

“It weren’t!”

“It was!” You spin and start walking purposely towards the wood pile in your yard. “That’s it, I’m done with this crap.” You yell. Joel stands staring after you until his eye catches what you’re heading for.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin'?” When you don’t answer, Joel drops his toolbox and starts striding after you. You start walking faster towards the ax stuck in the stump you use to cut firewood. “Don’t you fuckin dare!” He yells, speeding up his pace.

Your hand closes over the ax handle, and you tug it out with a grunt. Then you start running towards the shed. You hear him swear and start jogging after you. Your blood is pumping fast as you careen forward. “You had no right to put this up. I’m taking it down right now,” you shout over your shoulder, almost at the shed.

You're lifting the ax up to swing when a large hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. You shriek in surprise, not realizing that he had caught up to you that quickly. Then he pries the ax out of your hand and flings it halfway across the lawn.

“Let me go you-you brute.” You yell, trying to pull from his grasp.

“You brute?” Really, is that all you got.” He chuckles darkly, catching your other hand in his when you try and fail to deck him.

“Fine, then let me go, you goddamn mother fucking asshole. That good enough for you?” You seethe uselessly, flailing your legs at him as he holds you far enough away so that you can’t connect.

“That’s a little better. But I ain’t letting you go until I can be sure that you’re not going to try to go and get that ax again.” He says.

“What if I do?” You challenge, pushing your face right up into his. “What are you going to do about it? You can’t hold on to be forever.”

“Oh, I can’t, can I?” He growls, shoving you up against the side of the offending shed. His large body presses you against the hard surface. You gasp and struggle beneath him. His hands pinning your wrists above your head. You shift, wiggle, and buck against him, but he doesn’t move his body like a fucking stone wall. Finally, you stop fighting and slump, defeated in his grasp. He takes a deep breath and pulls back a little bit, his hands loosening on yours and his mouth opening to say something. But before he can, you lift your knee up and catch him right in the groin. He groans and lets go of you completely as he stumbles back, his hands going down to cradle his maligned balls.

You push off the wall and dart for the ax lying in the grass. You're halfway to it when a large body collides with yours, dragging you down to the ground. Joel rolls so he takes the impact of the fall but then rolls further so that you are beneath him. You try bringing your knee up again, but he’s on to you now and blocks you by putting his whole body weight down on top of you.

“I don’t think so, girly. You better calm down,” he says, his breath puffing out of him as he struggles to keep you down. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you dick. You’re the one who has me pinned on the ground.”

“I’m just tryin’ to keep ya from hurtin’ yourself or someone else. Fuckin’ usin’ an ax with no shoes on. No eye protection, no goddamn gloves. You are gonna rip up your hands or lose a goddamn foot.” He grates as you continue to try and push against him.

“Oh my god. You’re ridiculous.” Of course, all he can think about is how you were using the ax wrong. Of course, Joel Miller, your stupid fucking neighbor who has been a thorn in your side since the moment you moved into your grandmother's house after she passed away, can only focus on what you were doing wrong. All he’s ever done since you met him is point out every fucking thing you do wrong around your house. ‘No, that’s not how you clean out your gutters, let me do that.’ or ‘That ain’t how you use a power washer, give it here.’ or your all-time favorite, ‘What are ya doin’? You’re liable to break a blade mowin’ your lawn like that.’ 

“I’m ridiculous?” He scoffs, “Look at where we are right now, over a stupid fuckin’ shed.”

“I can not believe you, Joel Miller, you make me want to scream. Tear my hair out and run naked down the street.” You growl, trying to buck him off you.

“Would you just hold still for one fuckin’ second,” 

“No,” You hiss.

“You are so goddamn stubborn,” Joel grunts.

“Well, you’re a jackass.” You growl.

“Well, you’re a pain in my ass.” Joel spits.

You glare up at him, lips pursed, and he glares back, brow furrowing in annoyance. Your breaths are both coming fast and heavy as you glower at each other, you could almost start a fire with the sparks that are flying between the two of you. Then suddenly, the mood shifts, and Joel's hands are coming down to grab your face as your arms are coming up to wrap around his neck. Your mouths meet, teeth clashing, tongues roughly fighting against one another. You roll him over onto his back with a groan, straddling him, dragging his lower lip through your teeth. He rumbles a growl from deep in his chest and rolls you back over onto your back. His arms come around you, crushing you to his chest, as his mouth angles against yours so he can take the kiss deeper. The taste of him is heady, and you lose sense of time or place, your body vibrating with a desperate need.

As quickly as you were pulled into this mood, you’re dragged out of it when you’re hit with a spray of freezing cold water. You gasp and sputter as Joel pulls away from you, doing the same.

“Would you two please start acting like some fucking adults, your 14-year-old daughter is watching the two of you hiss and spit at each other like wild cats, then start to roll around on the ground like horny teenagers. If you’re going to do this crap, could you at least do it inside her house so the whole neighborhood don’t have to watch it.” Tommy says, garden hose in hand, ready to shoot again if the need arises. Happily, it does not.

“Ah, you want to talk this out at my house? I have some towels so we can dry off.” You say as Joel helps you up from the ground, his fingers lingering on your hip as he brushes off some grass from your back.

“Yeah that might be okay.” Joel turns to Tommy and hands him his wallet. “Order you and Sarah some pizza. You okay with stayin’?”

“Yeah, Joel, I'm fine with staying.” He turns, looks at both you and Joel, and then lifts his brow with a smirk. “Should I expect you home tonight?”

You blush as Joel's gaze rakes over you, blistering with heat. “I think we might have a lot to talk about, could take all night. What do you think, sugar?” The fingers still on your hip slide into the space between your T-shirt and shorts and press just the slightest bit into the flesh exposed there, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body.

“Lots to talk about,” you mumble, watching Joel’s swirling amber eyes widen as you lick your suddenly dry lips. Don’t expect him back before dawn,” you say lightly to Tommy, letting a little mischievous smile curve your lips as you take Joel’s hand and start leading him back to your house.

“Make that noon, Tommy,” Joel shouts over his shoulder as he hustles you up the stairs of your porch the both of you laughing like little children.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

In all your life, very few people have ever seen you angry. 

They've seen you hurt, scared, annoyed and upset but never ever angry.

Until now. 

Standing hurts, breathing hurts, but that's fine.

You can handle hurt, you've handled it all your fucking life and today won't be any different.

"What do you think you're doing?" Says the hole where your hearts should be.

You stumble to the bathroom, leaning on your IV pole for support as you do. Null is there in an instant, holding you steady.

"That pole isn't going to do much for you, my dear. Let me help."

You smile at them, your wound shrieks.

"Get. Away. From. Me." Your open chest hisses dangerously, each word punctuated by a spray of ink.

"Shut up." Your tone is... alien to say the least, devoid of love or light. Even Null stiffens, eyes flickering between curiosity and discomfort.

But it seems like your smile is enough to assure them the harsh words are directed at the mouth, "Pay it no mind, old friend. I think it's afraid of me! Ha! What a silly thing to be. I'm perfectly harmless."

You practically throw yourself at the bathroom sink, gripping the porcelain hard enough to leave deep scratches in it. Your reflection in the bathroom mirror stares back at you with eyes full of a deep cold rage that seeps into your own bones and makes you grit your teeth.

You look disgusting.

Eyes bruised and blackened, face crusted with tear-salt and dried snot. Your hair is a mess, your lips are dry and cracked, ink has settled beneath your fingernails and made them filthy.

Your chest looks worse though.

A vertical slit full of pulsating meat, ringed with human teeth that wiggle and squirm with all the dexterity of fingers. Beyond the initial stab wound is Nothing, a warm wet void right above your hearts.

It looks like a nightmare rendition of a vag, and under normal circumstances that might be funny but after all the hell this thing has put you through you just want it GONE.

You retch, bringing up a pile of soggy paper balls that scuttle helplessly in the slippery sink. The wound laughs and laughs and laughs.

You grab one ragged edge and dig your nails into it.

It hurts.

And that's OK.

The wound screams, trying to bite you but you grab the other side and force it open. Ink and blood and worse forces its way up your throat and out of the hole. You cling to your own meat and struggle to stay upright.

"What do you think you're doing Jack? You're just hurting yourself, you're just making everyone worry. But you like that, don't you you little attention whore?" The mouth's words sound distorted and desperate as it struggles to speak around your probing fingers.

Don't acknowledge it, don't give it anymore ammunition.

"Even if you shut me up, I'll always be apart of you, some dark and slimy part of your missing soul that you hate."

You shove your hands in, both of them at once. "There's a lot about me that I hate so please get in line."

The mouth snaps shut around your wrists, teeth sinking through flesh until they meet metal. You bite your tongue to keep from crying out, tears rolling fresh down your cheeks.

Be angry, be sad, be upset, it's ok but don't just sit there and let that THING speak for you.

Not now not ever.

Crunch!

Teeth meet metal.

Crack!

Metal meet teeth.

Teeth break, blood floods the maw your hands are trapped in. Thick and slick, you pull your hands free.

Mangled, trailing broken bits and wires.

But free.

The hole hisses in rage, spitting bloody broken teeth like bullets and curses.

"You HURT me! You hurt YOURSELF you FREAK!!"

"Yeah, I do that a lot." You chuckle, slightly manic. The voice sounds... quieter now?

Weaker?

It starts to say something else but you grab a dangling tooth and pull it out.

The wound screams and screams but softer than before.

You drop the tooth in the sink, the expression on your face is wrong and strange but that's OK.

"You break everything you touch like some kind of badly behaved CHILD... that's all you are aren't you? Just some overgrown fucking child running from one replacement mommy to another like the next one is going to fix you." The hole is writhing less now, the squirming movements of its teeth seem labored almost like they hurt to do. "Nothing can fix you."

"Well... you're right about one thing." You meet eyes with Null, your Nothing, as deep and endless and beautiful as the crushing void of space. The horrible creature that smells like Home in the Worst Way. "Nothing CAN fix me."

[sleepersinger860]

Nightmare hell

(HE'S LAYING ON THE FUCKING NEWSPAPER,MY BOY DESERVES BETTER!)

Human/Past! Freddy Krueger x Reader(uses they/them pronouns)

Idea:Freddy gets nightmares about his past,so Y/N helps.

THIS STORY MENTIONS MURDER AND SHOWCASES ABUSE AND ALSO HAS CURSING IF YOU DON'T LIKE PLEASE LEAVE!!

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"FREDDY!!" A man called out his name in anger,holding a belt in his hand as he gritted his teeth,waiting impatiently for the boy named Freddy to come downstairs. A boy with dark auburn hair came down the stairs,bruises colored his face.His ocean blue eyes became dull as he came down the stairs waiting for his beatings.This boy is Frederick Charles Krueger,and his supposed guardian,Mr.Underwood was beating him for whatever no reason. "You,made my life a living hell and now,its time to take your medicine." Ah shit,its the fucking past,he would've tensed up,but why fear the pain when you can enjoy it,the pain was inevitable after all.The first belting came smack down on his face as he fell."Thank you sir,may I have more" the boy says,in a deadpan tone.He was taught to say this,but now he had enough.He smiled and chuckled,as the beatings got harder and harder.Freddy caught the belt,"You wanna know what's the secret to pain Mr.Underwood?" Freddy asked as he cocked his head slightly."What.Boy." Underwood had said slightly curious and now pissed off. "If you just stop,you feeling it,you start to enjoy it.(I literally forgot the fucking lines,I'm so fucking stupid😂) The boy smiled and stabbed Mr.Underwood with a razor,killing him.A man in the dreams smiled,"Good ol' memories" before the man got sent to the bad memories,his personal hell.

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"SON OF A HUNDRED MANIACS! SON OF A HUNDRED MANIACS!"

Fuck.This was his most hated memory,his school life.He hated that place,more than life itself.He turned around meeting his former students and teachers.He hated them too,when he looked at them for help,they either laughed at him or scoffed and continued to do their work,Freddy always wanted to burn this school down to its fucking ground.The kids crowded around him as he stepped back,he fell through a hole,but at the end was a light as he fell through it.He woke up with cold sweat on his face as he got out of bed."Damn I need a smoke.." he said as he patted the bed.Where the fuck was Y/N,they're gone..THEY'RE GONE!!! Scenarios raced in Freddy's head as he thought the worse,he rushed down the stairs and yelled out,"Y/N!? Darling where are you?!" "I'm here Freddy,don't worry honey" Freddy sighed. "There you are" He said as he went over to you and wrapped you in a warm embrace."Hey Fred,something wrong?When your voice gets lower it means the something's wrong." Fred's eyes widened at the fact you could read him,but he wasn't surprised."I'm fine dear,why are you up?" he asked you,"Meh,I just woke up in the middle of the night,so I just pulled an all-nighter,plus I don't have work tomorrow.What about you Fred?" How could he explain his nightmares when it was the sole reason he killed all those kids of his bullies,he knew that you knew that he was a murderer and you were fine with it!You even hide bodies with him,but what if he thinks that you'll say its petty and stupid?He doesn't want to kill you..you value too much to him.

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"Freddy?" Your voice brings him back to reality as you give a concerned look towards him,putting a hand on his shoulder as he looks at it and squeezes it."I'm fine dear,you do not need to worry about me.Let's get you to bed inste-" "Not until you tell me what's wrong with you!" You interrupted him.No one really interrupted him unless they wanted to go missing by next morning.But like he thought,you were valuable to him and he was shocked you were about him of all people.He stopped in his tracks and turned back to you in shock,but then he sighed."Well,if you insist,It was a nightmare"

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"A nightmare? If you don't mind me asking Fred,was what it about?" "..." should I tell them? Maybe they'll understand,sure I will then. "Y/N,come sit down with me on the couch will you? I said as I patted the couch seat next to me. You came to the couch and sat next to me. "It was about my past memories,my most hateful ones,how it led me to be a murderer.It was dark and abusive,kids at my school made fun of me,my past "father" [I said using two of my fingers and flexing them up and down to show quotation marks] hated me and abused me.Reminds me of my mother and the three years i lived with her.So I went downstairs to take a smoke,but I couldn't find you,but now I did and now we're here.I stretched out my hands and put it around you."Wow,that must've been a lot,look I'm sorry that had to happen to you Fred but I'm here,and hey,even if the memories come back,I'll be here to keep ya comfort! they said as they kissed me on the lips."Thanks dear,now you want to watch a movie or kill?" "Movie,I wanna lay with ya in the moment!" They said as they laid against me,rubbing my chest.Y/N makes me feel and do things and they make me go so fucking crazy.That's why I love them.

[theinfamousdoctorf]

EVERYONE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS ART CRESS-A MADE FOR MY FIC??!!?

"Eclipse berated himself. Why should anyone care if he was here? He could just lay here until his battery died. Then he'd never have to deal with being shamed for his behavior. Screw the lot of them. Sun's voice was soft from above him. "I'm guessing you don't feel well… it's alright. Everyone gets scared sometimes. It seems to happen to me quite often. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it either." Eclipse gritted his teeth, For some reason Sun acting at being understanding without any real idea of what he was dealing with? It made him angry. "I've always been the monster under your bed Sun. Nothing has changed." The words slipped out before Sun could stop himself. "No. Because those go away when you shine the light on them." "Fuck you Sun. Is that what you want? For me to just go away? Then you should have killed me when you had the chance." He let the little razors in his fingertips slip out. Moon's old claws… he dug them into the floor and pulled back delicate curls of wood. "I didn't mean it that way Eclipse! You're a real person, with real problems! Not some kind of boogeyman. And I… I want to help you." The dark sun remained silent. So many thoughts swirling in his head. Help me. He mouthed almost desperately. No sound escaped his voice box. Help me. Hold me. Fill me. Destroy me. Love me. Bring me back to life. Rip out my soul so I can rest. "…I'm so tired…" Sun's chin rested on his chest as much as he rays would allow. He closed the book again and set it aside. "That I understand." He let one hand hang off the bed, not quite reaching under. The tips of his long fingers brushed the boundary of the darkness underneath. Eclipse was only able to lift his head slightly in the narrow space, but he could see the shadows of his doubles fingers. His hand moved as if he had no control of it, reaching out from the black space like a drowning man. The tiny metal blades on his fingers brushed Sun's palm, causing him to flinch ever so slightly. "Remember Sun." He whispered lowly. "Monsters have sharp claws and teeth." Sun only moved farther over on the mattress. He reached down and gathered the tips of Eclipse's fingers in his own. His grip was feather light, his digits cool and smooth. Eclipse drank the sensation. Letting it wash through his systems like a sip of oil in the desert. He imagined those long fingers, those hands, touching him… pulling him wide. He wanted to be naked in Sun's radiance. Even if the other hurt him; the pain would be welcome if it filled the vast ravine that split him in twain. He felt a burning need to injure Sun as well, rake his golden skin with his claws and peel the metal back in razor strips. He shivered with the intensity of the mad desire. Maybe it would be better if he was bound securely, so there was no chance he'd rip into Sun like an animal. The thought of being bound and helpless on Sun's bed… caged by Sun's arms and… something he couldn't name. An emotion that sparked and spit like burning grease in his headspace as he tried to fit it somewhere. Eclipse hated and loved and wanted and hurt, dear gods it hurt more then his body being shattered."

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I had lots of ideas what scene to draw but I think this is just my favorite