#ill take all the heat relief i can get fuck you

[that-jack-kline-bestie]

hate when people judge me for smelling bad when it’s literally summer

[cyber333angel]

thinking about logan wanting to blow off some steam and coming home to you being bratty which really just sets him off… logan coming home from work and your immediately just chatting away— yelling at him about something that happened today that didn’t even have anything to do with him, and he just grabs you by the waist hoisting you up so your on his shoulder. just stomping into your shared bedroom as you hit at his back yelling, “this is all your fault! you never listen to me, put me down logan!” your honestly just saying anything, not knowing where to direct your emotions so when he came home you decided to place it on him and logan wasn’t having that. your thrown onto the bed suddenly, logan going on the other side of the bed as your back faces him. he pulls you down on your back leaving you confused, your looking up at him with a very agitated look on his face just unbuckling his jeans. you go to get up from the bed and he just holds your shoulders down with a stern, “stay fuckin still.” and you lay back down. he just mumbles and grumbles little nothings as his dick pops out of his boxers, rubbing it till it’s fully hard. “shouting at me as soon as I get home..” he says as he opens your mouth, sticking two fingers in letting you suck on them, and he sighs as he takes them out placing his cock on your bottom lip, prodding at it a bit. without warning he shoves it in, your eyes immediately watering as you grab onto anything around you, the sheets, his thigh. “oh fuck.” he says throwing his head back, taking your head and thrusting in and out. he can even see the print of his dick in your throat as he uses you, “just needed me to plug that bratty fuckin mouth of yours huh..shit..” the feeling of his cock shoved down your throat felt like you couldn’t breathe, thick length just taking up all the space blocking your mind from any thoughts. you remember what he told you before about breathing through your nose and that helps you calm down. “atta girl, there you fucking go..” you get the hang of it more as your gurgle his cock in your mouth, feeling yourself get wet between your legs. you rub your thighs together as a relief, logan seeing it spreads your legs apart, sliding your soaked panties to the side. he dips his fingers into your heat making you squirm around, tapping at his thighs from the overstimulation. logan thrusts deeper into your throat and feels himself cumming, the tight slick space of your mouth just feeling so good to him. “you gonna let daddy make a mess in this pretty fuckin mouth?” if you could nod you would, but at the moment your mind was filled with the pleasure that was going on between your legs and how stuffed your mouth was. logan rubs a few more circles around your clit and you feel it — it makes your body arch off the bed, legs twitching around the covers as you come down from your high. “fuck..” next thing you know your mouth is being filled to the brim, logan spilling all his cum deep in your throat, groaning and basically growling above you. he slides his dick out your mouth, a bitter taste left in your mouth as you cough catching your breath from your mouth being used. he picks up your head to face him, looking at him with half lidded eyes logan strokes your head. “you gonna tell me what happened today like a big girl or keep acting like a brat? hm, tell me and ill fix it bub.” the reassurance makes you realize how you acted out towards him, yelling at him over something he didn’t even do when he just came home from work, you feel sorry. “m’sorry logan, I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you. after you left this morning for work everything just kept going wrong, nd I didn’t know how to deal with it..” he knows your sorry, pulling you into his lap as he hugs you telling you that it’s okay.

[yoditopascal]

Like A Prayer (Part One)

summary: best friends with wade you’re always being dragged into something even when he’s not trying to, what are you to do when you find the fate of your timeline in the hands of yourself, your chaotic merc and an angry wolverine who’s hellbent on drinking himself to death?

content warning: romance, some angst, a little fluff, character deaths, canon-typical violence, smut, lots of cussing, mutual pining, found family, drug and alcohol use, reader insert but with no use of y/n cuz I hate that shit, deadpool being deadpool, mentions of poor mental health (depression anxiety and ptsd mostly), scent marking, the honda odyssey scene needs a warning all on its own MINORS DNI

a/n: lots of wade in this one but no wolverine just yet!

tag list: @allmyn1ghts, @oscarissac2099

Masterlist//Next Chapter

Not Ok

Flashes of images invaded your mind. You were in a tank, arms restrained to your sides as the oxygen was slowly sucked out of the chamber, suffocating you. Your nails digging into the leather cushioning beneath you as you try to claw your way out.

Now you were strapped to a table, an array of needles embedded into your arms and legs as you were injected painfully with all kinds of different things you weren’t even sure of.

You startled awake before the sound of your alarm had a chance to rouse you from your sleep. Groggily you run a shaky hand over your face before rolling over to grab your phone checking the time. You still had about 3 hours before it was time to get up and get ready for work. Knowing you most likely weren’t going to go back to sleep, not that you wanted to anyways, you toss the covers off of you and head to the bathroom.

You turn the water of the shower on, waiting for it to heat up as you stand back up you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror, taking in your disheveled appearance you sigh as you lean over the sink.

There’s visible dark circles under your eyes from being torn from sleep countless times over the last few months. You were sure why the nightmares had started back up again, it had been years since you had been freed from the Weapon X program so why was it all coming back now?

Pulling your tank top over your head you quickly undressed and hopped into the shower. The water cascaded over you, the warmth a welcome relief. You closed your eyes, as you felt your tired muscles slowly start to relax under the soothing spray. Lathering up your soap on a loofa you quickly washed and dried yourself putting on ample amounts of makeup to hide your dark circles.

Once dressed you sat down at your little table in the kitchen and helped yourself to a bowl of cereal as you checked your phone again.

So much shit was happening in the world, genocides, corrupt politicians running for power, starving children. It was all you saw anytime you opened up anything and it was all too much. The world was going to complete shit

You lock your phone and check the time, you still had about an hour before work. Slipping on your shoes you grab your keys and your bag and head out the door nearly bumping into Wade who was munching on a bagel in the hallway.

“Jesus fuck Wade!” You said placing a hand over your rapidly beating heart. “You scared the shit outta me!”

“My bad pookie bear. Didn’t know you worked today.” He said with a shrug adjusting his wig as he did so.

“Almost every day this week.” You said with a sigh rubbing a hand down your tired face. You had been doing that a lot lately. “God I’m so tired.”

“I hear OnlyFans is really popping off right now.”Wade said but it was hard to tell if he was joking or not with his straight face.

“Yeah? So what, you and Vanessa can be my only subscribers?” You snorted with an exaggerated laugh.

“I know for a fact Colossus would pay top dollar for a sneak peak of your toes!”

The sound of your ex's name made you grimace. Not that you had any ill will towards him, you were both still good friends albeit a bit awkward now that you’ve dated for a short time, but you still didn’t want the thought of him anyway near anything sexual you did.

“Hard pass.”

“Suit yourself.” Wade said taking another bite from his bagel and you two walked down the hall together.

You start to rub at your forehead as you felt a headache coming on as you walked, another occurrence that had started to happen more and more often.

“More nightmares?” Wade asks, his voice laced with concern as he watched you.

“Yeah…but don’t worry about it Wade.” You could handle yourself, a few ibuprofen and you’d be fine.

He calls your name, as if to say it’s too late not to be worried about you, but you wave him off as you dig around in your backpack for a second before pulling out a small black envelope.

“Happy birthday by the way! You’re hard as fuck to shop for so I hope you like it.” You smile at him as you hold out the gift hoping to change the subject.

With an exaggerated gasp Wade tosses his bagel behind him and holds up his hands up in surprise before taking the envelope from you, and ripping it open. Inside were two tickets to a Celine Dion concert, one of his favorite artists.

“Oh my-!” He starts with a gasp “I didn’t even know she was touring!” He cried excitedly as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Yeah I had to basically stalk Ticketmaster for those so you’re welcome.” You said returning the hug.

“Sugar booger! I love it!” He said releasing you.

“Now you just gotta figure out who to take with you.” You said as you bump shoulders with him. “Maybe Peter….oooor I don’t know maybe a certain someone we all know and love who works at a particular strip club that we like to visit on occasion?”

“Peanut…” Wade warned, you held up your hands in surrender. It was like a kid trying to get their divorced parents back together.

“Look, all I’m saying is it wouldn’t hurt to ask her.”

“I’ll think about it.” He says quietly as he stares out deep in thought.

With that the two of you part ways, wishing each other a good day at work, Wade heading for his bike where Peter was waiting and waving at you, and you heading toward the bus stop.

Work at the pet shop was the same as always, mundane and mind numbing but it paid the rent so who were you to complain about it. You had your fair share of zooted teens coming in to ask dumbass questions and waste your time as well as the occasional fish snob who complained about the size of your tanks but all of that was typical of a normal day and honestly made it go by quicker. By the time you realized what time it was it was time to clock out and head on home to help set up for Wade’s surprise party.

Once home you dropped off your bag and changed your clothes putting on a loose fitted t-shirt and jeans with a cardigan before heading over to Wade’s place with a bunch of drinks. You didn’t drink much but everytime Wade went out on a “business trip”, as he called them, back in his Deadpool days he’d bring you back a bottle of something.

Inside Wade and Blind Al’s apartment across the hall, many of your mutual friends were already busy at work setting up for the party. Colossus Ellie and Yukio were busy blowing up balloons and decorating while Dopinder Buck and Vanessa were busy setting up the food spread.

Looking around yourself you felt a small smile tug at the corner of your lips, all around you were the people you and Wade loved the most and you were incredibly lucky to have them in your lives after everything you all had been through over the years. A pang in your chest made you hold a hand over it and your smile dropped. Something still felt missing though and no matter how hard you thought about it you just couldn’t place what it was.

“How you doing sweetheart?” A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts. Whipping around you were pulled into a tight hug by Blind Al.

“I’m doing alright.” You smiled weakly “How’d you know it was me?”

“I’m blind not deaf sweetheart,” she said “ain’t nobody else here sighing that hard but you and Wade and Wade’s not here yet.”

“Sorry.”

“Your dreams still giving you trouble?” She asks as she leads you further into the home.

“I wouldn’t say dreams, more like night terrors but yeah they are a little.” You say as you place the bag said booze you bought on the kitchen counter and follow Al to the living room where she seated herself comfortably in her recliner. “It’s nothing to worry about though.”

“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter baby.”

For someone who was blind Al sure could see right through you sometimes.

“I’m probably just stressed is all.” You try to downplay the situation but Al wasn’t having it.

“It’s been months.” She says matter of factly.

“It’s been a stressful few months.”

“Look… I may not have been there when you and Wade went through what you went through in that program but it’s over now. It’s done and that Ajax guy can’t hurt you anymore.” She said resting a hand in her arm gently.

Al hadn’t been a part of the Weapon X program like you and Wade had been but that hadn’t stopped him from telling her in excruciating detail about all the horrible shit you both had gone through during it.

“I know Al I just-“ you start but stop not fully knowing how to describe what you felt. “I just wish I could switch my brain off, just hit the reset button and be done with it but I- can’t get the memories outta my head.”

“I know sweetheart it’s gonna take time but time ain’t gonna do shit if you don’t let people in to help you.”

You knew she was right but you’d be damned if you’d admit it out loud.

“When did this turn into a therapy session? I thought this was supposed to be a party.”

“Smart ass.” She said tapping you on the leg with her cane. “Go help Vanessa make the jungle juice before he gets home. I’m gonna go see if that dumbass has any Bolivian marching powder left in his stash.” With that she stood to her feet and went to her’s and Wade’s shared bedroom

“Oh Al come on! I thought you guys were done with that.” You called after her with a frown.

“Not till I’m dead babygirl.” She called back and if she could you think she’d wink at you.

Back in the kitchen you and Vanessa make quick work mixing and setting up the drink you bought making light conversation as you do so.

“So-“ she starts off but pauses as if deep in thought for a moment.

“So?” You ask curiously as you take a sip of the alcoholic punch taste testing to see if it needed anything.

“You uh seeing anybody new yet?” She asks.

You nearly choke on your drink in surprise.

“N-no I uh no I’m not.” You stuttered trying to compose yourself. “Are you?”

“Y-yeah there’s this guy. I met him at work, he’s kind.”

You could tell she was lying, but didn’t speak on it.

“Y’know, I hear Colossus has been talking about you to Ellie a lot lately.”

Here we go again you thought.

“Oh nah hard pass we tried that dance already didn’t really work out.” You waved her off, but she continued anyway.

“I’m just saying he’s a nice guy, and he’s big, like everywhere, and made of metal, that’s like totally your thing. Remember when we saw the Winter Soldier and you wouldn’t shut up about Bucky’s metal arm?”

Not she was calling you out.

“Just think about it hun, you're always stuck up in your apartment or at work, you’re lonely and I think a little human connection would do you some good.”

“Yeah alright I’ll think about it.” She smiles at you before caressing your cheek, like she was the big sister you never knew you had.

“But only if you think about giving Wade another chance too.” You slip in “Deal?”

She contemplates for a moment before she smiles back at you again. You knew she still had feelings for the man and so did he.

“Deal.”

Before either of you could change the topic of your conversation the front door opened up again, this time revealing Peter and Wade.

“Surprise!” Everyone shouted as Dopinder Ellie and Yukio threw confetti into the air.

“Oh you guys!” Wade gasps dramatically. “You’re lucky I’m not armed!”

“If this was five years ago you’d all be dead.” He laughed as he went around hugging everyone.

The party went on without a hitch. Wade intermingling with everyone as he was passed around the room. You stayed in your own little corner as you watched sipping on your third drink for the evening. Parties weren’t really your thing but for Wade you’d endure them when you had to. Just as you were about to move to get yourself another drink you spotted Wade and Vanessa talking quietly amongst themselves in the kitchen hovering over the punch bowl. With a smile just glad they were finally talking to each other you thought it better not to disturb them for the time being.

Soon after however you all found yourselves piling into the kitchen as Wade called for everyone to come and cut the cake. Wade snapped a few pictures on Yukio’s Polaroid, making some cheesy speech about how lucky he was to be surrounded each and every person he ever loved in one room, something you rolled your eyes at even though you had found yourself thinking the same thing just earlier, before going to make a wish blowing out his birthday candles as he did so.

The party continued to progress throughout the night and the stuffiness of all the bodies in the room was starting to get to you. Excusing yourself from conversing with Buck and Peter you step out into the hallway for a moment to try and get some air. Your head felt like it was swimming, probably from all the alcohol and not enough food, and you were starting to feel nauseated as a pounding sound hammered through your skull. Eventually you decided to take a step outside to get some actual air to see if that would help.

After a handful of greedy gulps of the fresh night air you finally decide to return to the party before anyone came looking for you. Once inside your hallway you spotted Wade first, but he wasn’t alone this time. Surrounding him were at least 5 guys all dressed in black body armor and masks with weird electrical looking batons in their grasps. Immediately your defenses rose as you silently crept up behind them.

“Oh peanut, you came back! I’d offer to let you join in on the orgy but I don’t think this guy here’s down for sharing me.” Wade quips as he sucks on a breath mint leaning on his doorway. His comment drew most of the men’s attention towards you but not before he drew it back to himself. It seemed that they could care less that you were even there. “He’s got this whole hate sex, love 'em and leave' em vibe going for him right now.”

“Shut your mouth clown!” The guy in the front snaps as he goes to grab Wade by his toupee. Just as he grabs it an orange doorway opens up behind Wade and a pair of arms reach out pulling him inside causing his hair system to get ripped off.

“Wade!” You shout as you sprung into action, using all your weight you shove two of the guys causing the three of you to fall through the strange orange doorway just before it closed behind you.

[froggibus]

hiiiii :3 idk if ur taking reqs for dc right neow but a thought that tickles my brain rlly good is dick grayson/reader w a praise kink and dick exploits it n uses it to his advantage.... preferably afab reader but gn is fine :P

CTRL + H - Dick Grayson

Pairing: Dick Grayson x fem! best friend! reader (uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: when your best friend discovers porn in your browser history while fixing your computer, he decides to use it to his advantage

CW: friends to lovers, lots of praise, uses of ‘good/pretty/lovely girl’ dick calls you sweetheart/angel, dick is CORNY I’m sorry, mentions of porn/asmr porn, teasing, gaslighting (but not really), fingering, marking, unprotected sex, lots of sweat (its sexy i swear), dick fucks you over a desk, kinda rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, implied to be summer, i think thats it??

hey hi 👽 anon, thanks for the request! im sorry it took so long, it wasn't meant to be this long i swear, i just got caught up in the thought of Dick being all hot and sweaty and praising you while fucking you >~< and yeah this happened. really hope you like it (but if you don't, let me know and ill totally rewrite it!) lots of love yes i took an extra 30 mins to find nightwing #83 to take a picture of the comic book to make this banner lol

As if having Dick Grayson look at your search history wasn’t bad enough, now you have to live with the mortifying ordeal of him knowing you have a praise kink.  

When you had first invited him over to take a look at your malfunctioning computer, you’d thought nothing of it. You figured he would turn it on and off again, maybe update some drivers. So when he suddenly clicked into your browser and began scrolling through the long, long list of websites you’ve visited, you weren’t sure how to react. 

You noticed it at the same time as him, the glowing screen forcing you to freeze where you stand. There on the screen, from just last night, read: praise nsfw asmr. You swallow hard and lunge for the mouse to click out of your browser history, but breathe a sigh of relief when Dick does it first. 

There’s a beat of silence, your racing thoughts deafeningly loud as you try to come up with a reason to kick him out. Fanning your face as if that will help chase away the heat of the day, you swallow once more in an attempt to work some moisture back into your mouth. 

“F—find anything?” You say as casually as you can. 

It’s ridiculous how embarrassed you are, honestly. He’s just your friend, it’s just porn, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. Still, the rattling of your heart against your rib cage and his cruelly quiet silence make it feel like it is. 

He shakes his head. “Not so far, I should keep looking but—“ he flicks his eyes up your body, perfect blues tracing your every curve, “you seemed flustered.”

You raise your hands in denial all too quickly, your sweaty palms stretched out towards him. Dick raises an eyebrow, examining you in the way he does with strangers in coffee shops. 

“I just…don’t see how my search history is relevant, I guess. That’s all.”

He grabs your wrists, lowering your arms from the defensive position they’ve taken. Despite the familiarity of his touch, something feels off, different in a way you can’t explain. You shake the thought away. 

The world has not shifted on its axis because your best friend suddenly knows what kind of porn you’re into. 

His touch lingers on your wrist and he uses the leverage to gently pull you closer to where he sits at your desk. When he finally drops your wrist, a chill circles the space where his hand once was, refreshing your feverish skin.

“I just want to make sure you haven’t accidentally picked up a virus somewhere. If we can find one in your history, it’ll be much easier to get rid of it.”

The explanation only half seeps into the mush your brain has turned into under his gaze and you find yourself nodding without quite understanding. 

You were fooling yourself by inviting him here. While asking for his help was cheaper than hiring a professional, having him so close to you almost hurts—especially when lately you’ve been trying to force away the feelings you’ve harboured for him. 

“So,” Dick says again, “won’t you be a good girl and let me fix your computer for you?”

His words force you out of your thoughts, purely by short circuiting your brain. You blink at him with wide eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“W—what did you say?”

“I just asked if I could fix your computer now.” 

You tilt your head in confusion. Did you mishear him, or did he call you ‘good girl’? He flashes you that signature smirk of his, his blue eyes suddenly dark with something you don’t recognize. 

Though everything on his face reads innocent, something not-so innocent lurks beneath the surface. Something that stares you down and screams ‘challenge me’. 

“Yeah.” You swallow. “I guess that’s fine.” You take a deep breath and try to steady the spinning in your head. 

Dick continues his work nonchalantly, hitting a few keys and opening your browser history once more. You turn your eyes away from the screen, instead focusing on the way your fingers grasp the desk until it hurts. 

You listen to him scroll for a while and try to pretend like he’s not looking through the most intimate part of your life. The idea of him seeing that part of you excites you as much as it nauseates you—a lethal combination. 

“You can relax.” Dick hums. 

You lift your head to look at him just to see him focused completely on the screen. You don’t dare glance at what he’s so focused on. 

“Why not sit down? This could take a while.” He says calmly. “I’m sure you’ll feel much better if you do.” 

You roll your shoulders. “I think I’ll just stand.”

There’s a shift in his eyes as if your words sparked something in them. He finally glances away from your screen, completely focusing on you with a newfound intensity. You want to shrink from his gaze, to run down the hall and hide in your broom closet, but you stay rooted in place. 

“It would help me a lot if you sit down. Don’t you want to be a good girl and help me out?” 

Holy fuck. “What did you just say?”

It feels like you’re waiting an eternity for him to speak again, your heart beating a mile a minute. He’s going to deny it, or make fun of you even more or worse—tell Wally about it. 

He pats his lap. “Come sit with me,” he purrs, “be a good girl, keep me company while I work.”

In your shock, you find yourself shuffling towards him and settling in his lap. Dick helps you adjust, tugging you back to his chest and keeping one arm around you while his other reaches for the mouse once more. 

He’s so close to you that you can feel the beating of his heart, his breath on your neck. You close your eyes and pray that he can’t feel the heartbeat that’s suddenly appeared between your legs.

You can’t remember a single time he’s been this close to you, a single time he’s touched you like this. The sudden proximity makes you dizzy, butterflies taking flight in your tummy. You clench the arm rests on either side in an attempt to keep your cool.

Dick shifts behind you, one of his thighs gently brushing your clit in a way that makes you squirm. “Don’t do that!” 

His hand slides from your waist to grip your thigh, a shiver running up your spine at the contact. “Don't do what? This?” He repeats the motion.

You squeak, lurching forward in an attempt to get away from the friction. You tilt too far and suddenly you’re falling head over heels towards the mat beneath your chair. Dick is quicker than that, wrapping one arm around your chest and another around your waist to tug you harshly back to him.

“Don’t do that,” you repeat breathlessly, “please.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder, soft strands of black hair tickling your cheek. “Why not? Use your words, angel.”

The nickname reignites something inside of you, rekindling a fire between your legs. You clench them together in the hopes it will do something to muffle the throbbing, but when you feel Dick smirk against the side of your neck, you know you’ve failed.

When you don’t answer him, he grins his knee between your legs once more, an innocent hum prompting you.

“You’re—fuck, you’re kneeing me in the cunt.”

Dick’s not sure if it’s from your brazen words or how entirely ridiculous this whole afternoon has been, but suddenly he’s laughing. A big, open mouthed, creasing at the corners of his eyes, laugh. 

His laugh surprises you enough to summon one of your own, sending you both into a fit. You shift on his lap to look at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to support yourself while the two of you laugh. It’s stupid and ridiculous and you’re not quite sure what you’re laughing at—just that you are. 

You’re laughing and laughing and suddenly his lips are on yours and his eyes are closed and—fuck, he’s kissing you. And then you’re not laughing anymore, your hands brushing up his neck and tangling in his hair. He’s not laughing anymore either, his hands gripping your waist like he expects you to leave at any moment.

You’re breathless when you pull away, refusing to open your eyes and face the reality in front of you. Because maybe the world didn’t shift on its axis when he learned your porn preferences, but it definitely has because he just kissed you.

He taps your cheek gently, using that terribly calm voice he does whenever you start spiralling. “Y/n.” He coos, “open your eyes, y/n.”

You bite your lip, shaking your head in refusal. You know as soon as you do, you’ll have to confront your feelings for him, and his for you, and all of that is just too much and god, when did it get so hot in here? 

You open your eyes one at a time, casting them down to where your thighs rest on his. Your hands come together, fingers twirling in your lap just to give you something to focus on other than the throbbing in your clit and the weight of Dick’s eyes on you.

He drags a finger down your overheating cheeks, tracing the outline of your jaw and tipping your head up to face him. His blue eyes are lined with something new, something darker—a need you’ve never seen before. 

“Look at me.” There’s a commanding tone to his voice before it softens, “c’mon, please?”

You finally force yourself to meet his eyes, the familiar ultramarine calming the sudden bite of your nerves. “Only cause you asked so nicely,” you say quietly. 

“Good girl,” he smiles and it feels like the sun pushing through rain clouds. He strokes your cheek gently, his thumb landing on your cupid's bow. 

You shiver beneath his touch despite the unbearable heat of the day. While his finger on your lips threatens to send you flying away, spiralling into space, his other does the opposite. His grip on your hip is tight, fingers digging in and sure to leave behind bruises. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks quietly. 

It’s only a small mercy that your nod doesn’t prompt another ‘good girl’ from him, or some other horribly delightful variation of it. However, when his lips brush yours and his hand slides to the base of your throat, all of the thoughts melt away. There’s no embarrassment, no overthinking, just raw emotion and the sensation of his skin on yours. 

You shift in his lap, sliding one of your thighs over his so you can straddle him. Dick offers a guiding hand while you slide forward, half steadying you, half tugging you closer. You shimmy up the length of his jeans until you’re as close as possible, your stomach pressing into his toned abs. 

A gasp leaves your throat when your clit brushes the very edge of the bulge in his jeans, the noise only edging him along. His teeth graze your bottom lip, both gentle and desperate, before his tongue slips into your mouth. 

The taste of him is intoxicating, consuming you until you’re grabbing his cheeks with both hands to pull him as close as possible. You whine when his cock grazes your clit again and Dick breaks the kiss to let out a breathy laugh against your lips. 

“Someone’s needy,” he teases, but his eyes are rimmed with dark and when he looks at you through his lashes, all you see is need. 

“Back at you.”

His palm sticks to your cheek with sweat when he goes to pull it away. “You’ve been so good for me today,” he hums, his other hand trailing up your thigh. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

You mumble a breathy ‘please’ before his fingers are brushing your clit through your pants, the heat pooling in your panties near insatiable. You tighten your grip on him and bury your face in the tight black fabric of his t-shirt to muffle your heavy breathing.

While one hand rubs intense figure eights up the length of your pussy, his other hand is fiddling with the buttons of your pants. He sighs in triumph at the soft popping noise and then the fabric is pulling away from your skin, Dick somehow managing to tug them down with only one hand. 

You shift in his lap and prop yourself up on your knees to give him better access while he drags the fabric down your thighs. He takes advantage of your position to spin you to face your monitor once more, leaning back in the chair so you’re reclined against his muscled chest.

Warm breath fans the overheating skin of your neck just where your shirt meets your skin. Two calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your underwear, skimming the warmth and slick of your cunt. Dick sucks in a breath, his pants suddenly too tight.

“You really are needy,” he swallows hard. “Lovely, needy girl.”

His words only serve as a catalyst to the intense need you feel in your core, amplifying your desire tenfold. The pad of his index finger brushes your clit and you’re suddenly a goner. Your eyes squeeze shut and you throw your head back, imagining the circles of Dick’s fingers in your mind.

He gently kisses at the neckline of your shirt, his lips soft against the sensitive skin. His tongue runs across the sensitive skin there in tandem with the moving of his hand, the duality sending shockwaves through you. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out his name.

His wrist slides further into your underwear, fingers moving away from your swollen clit to run along the rim of your aching pussy. You suck in a breath, not moving an inch while you anticipate what’s to come.

Dick sucks a dark mark into your neck. “Ready f’me?” He mumbles into your skin.

You eagerly nod, trying to shift your hips into his fingers and shove them inside of you, but Dick moves away. You frown, lazily looking over your shoulder at him.

“You have to use your words.”

You almost roll your eyes but in your desperation, let your head hang in defeat and open your trembling mouth. “I-I’m ready Dick,” you say, quietly adding, “please.”

“Good girl.” 

Then he’s suddenly slipping a finger inside of you, travelling the length of your spongy walls to sit deep inside of you. A gasp rips through you, his name tumbling off your lips faster than you can catch it. He grips your hip to steady you, strong fingers bruising the exposed skin.

He curls his finger inside of you, prodding at that sweet fucking sensitive spot. He only stops when you whine, slipping his finger out for only a second before shoving it back in. He repeats the motion, starting a rhythm of thrusting in and out, his hand on your hip tapping along in tandem.

You squirm in his lap, that ball in the centre of your stomach turning white hot and growing until you can barely contain it. One of your hands squeezes his wrist—whether to stop or encourage him, you don’t know.

“Dick,” you whine, your voice taking on a raspy tone you hardly recognize.

He hums in response. “Does that feel good?”

“S-so good.”

He rewards you by slipping his other finger inside of you, the two of them working in unison. His fingers are so long and thick that they reach places inside you that you’ve never been able to touch on your own, stretching your walls just enough to make your eyes roll back.

The impending waves of your orgasm roll over you, that knot in your core so tight that you know it's bound to undo any second. You squeeze his wrist tighter in warning, your fingers pressing into his veins until you can feel the steady thrum of his blood pulsing. 

Dick slips his hand from your waist up your shirt, palming your tit. “Cum for me,” he murmurs. “You’ve earned it, sweetheart.”

His words walk you right over the edge, that knot finally coming undone and sending wave after wave of molten pleasure through you. Every muscle in your body contracts, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tightly it almost hurts. Both your hands clench around the wrist currently in your underwear. Holding him steady while you ride out your high on his fingers.

Dick holds you, keeping you stable while you gush and thrash wildly in his lap. He can feel your slick soak through the fabric of his jeans, his thighs warm with your juices, but he can’t bring himself to care. 

He trails kisses up your neck to your jaw, your cheeks and finally, tips your head back until he can plant soft, chaste kisses to your lips. His wrist aches from how hard you squeeze him but he doesn’t dare pull away until your muscles are relaxing and you let out your first, panting breath.

“Feel good?” He prompts.

You shake your head vigorously, all sweaty hair and hot skin and aching lungs. Dick almost wishes he had a camera because the sight of you laying in his lap all fucked out is one he would love to savor and put in his wallet.

He shifts behind you, only now remembering his aching cock and how badly it yearns to be free of the denim confining it. “Think you could do one more? For me? It would make me feel so, so good, sweetheart.”

You don’t think twice about his words, lazily trapping his lips in a sloppy needy kiss and mumbling ‘yes’ against him. In your fucked out state, you’re only half sure that you’re even speaking, the world around you fading. Dick slips his hand out of your panties, his palm soaked with your juices, and rests it on your thigh. 

“I need you to stand up for me,” he says, only half asking. 

He helps you up on shaky knees, your pants that had been resting just above your knees dropping the rest of the way to the floor. You brace yourself against the desk, half bent over while Dick slowly tugs down your panties. The minute the sticky, soaked fabric peels away from your pussy, you gasp.

Dick stares at the mess he’s made of you proudly, your folds glistening with the slick of your last orgasm. He burns the image into his mind while he fumbles with the zipper of his jeans, standing behind you while he drags them to the floor with his boxers. His cock springs free, thick and dripping with pre cum, begging for you.

He strokes it absentmindedly, all of his thoughts only on you and your trembling thighs, bent so perfectly over the desk waiting for him. He lines the head of his cock up with your entrance, rubbing it through your folds and prodding your clit before repeating the process over again.

Each shift of his cock, each rock of his hips, forces shivers of anticipation down your spine. Heavy breaths leave your lips, your arms barely managing to hold your weight over the desk when you dip your head down to stare at him through the crook of your arm.

“Such a pretty pussy. So wet and needy,” he groans when he finally lets his cock rest at your entrance. “So ready for my cock.”

You nod even though he’s mostly talking to himself. You let your arms sag against the desk and rest your face against your forearm, the sweaty skin sticking to your forehead. Dick thrusts forwards and lets the head of his cock push inside of you.

Moans leave him the second he dips into your heat, the tip of his cock stretching you in a way that has both of your eyes rolling back. His fingers resume their earlier position on your hip, digging in so hard it almost hurts. 

He stills once his tip is nestled in your walls, listening to the whiny breaths you let out while you adjust to his size. Your clench your hands into fists, slightly shifting from left to right to help him fit better. He’s big, bigger than you expected, but the way he molds your walls to his cock is almost enough to have you cum right then and there.

Dick is so distracted by the sight of his cock dipped inside of you that he doesn’t remember to move. It’s only when you let out a needy whine and shuffle your hips backwards that he realizes you’ve been waiting so patiently for him.

He snaps his hips against yours, the head of his cock barreling so deep inside of you so quickly that it almost hurts. “Sorry, pretty girl,” he pants, “didn’t mean to make you wait.”

You try to tell him that it’s okay but you’re silenced with another hard thrust. You cry out his name into your arm, your teeth grazing at your skin in your attempt to be quiet. Dick grabs the other side of your waist, using his hands to push and pull you as he pleases.

You fall further against the desk, your body lazily resting against it while Dick’s hips snap into yours repeatedly. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, a chorus of your combined moans filling the empty space between thrusts. Each shift of his hips, each prod of his cock, only spurs you further along.

You squeeze your eyes shut, completely focused on his cock battering its way through your walls. You’re only vaguely aware of Dick talking to you, his praise sounding incoherent beneath the rush of blood to your ears. Your pussy flutters around him, his cock scraping your cervix with every thrust.

He thrusts particularly hard into you, his cock jamming hard into the very edge of your walls, forcing a loud cry from you. It aches as much as it pleases, and without thinking, you’re suddenly crawling forward across your desk. Dick tightens his grip on you before you can get very far, tugging you back hard against him and slamming your pussy down on his cock.

You nearly squeal from the pleasure, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. That familiar heat builds inside of you once more, spilling over more and more with each intense thrust.

“You’re taking me so well,” he coos. “So tight—god, it’s like your pussy was made for me. Fuck.”

His lewd words add to that growing knot inside of you and suddenly you’re coming undone in his arms. Everything is too hot, too much, too loud. Tears spill from your eyes and you’re barely aware of the half sobs, half moans you let out through your orgasm.

“That’s right, let it all out. Good girl, cumming around my cock like that.”

Dick holds you steady the whole time you cum, thrusts growing sloppy as your pussy sucks him in and tries to keep him inside of you forever. He’s almost as breathless as you while he watches you cum and the way your pussy seizes around him is enough to have him tumbling over the edge after you.

He wraps both arms around your waist, pulling your hips flush to his, before he lets the both of you fall back into the chair behind him. Your new position forces his cock deeper inside of you—as deep as it can go—and then he’s cumming inside of you.

You can barely feel the hot ropes of cum he spills inside of you while you come down from your own high. Your thighs shake where they rest over his and you’re grateful for him holding you. 

Dick lets his forehead rest in the crook of your neck, his sweaty hair wetting your t-shirt. Even after he’s done cumming, he holds you tightly against him, the two of you panting in sync.

It’s nearly five minutes later when you can finally bring yourself to speak, your hoarse voice evidence of the pounding you’ve just taken. “I take it you saw my browsing history?” are the first words out of your mouth.

Dick laughs, his voice gravelly and deep and sexy. “Yeah,” he says, kissing your cheek. “I did.”

You awkwardly turn in his lap, twitching at the way it adjusts his half-hard cock inside of you. You look up at his eyes, the blue finally starting to seep back in through the dark. He cups your face, his hand sweaty, and pulls you in for another kiss.

When you pull away, you can’t help but ask, “so, what now?”

“First, I think I should show you how to use Incognito Mode.”

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[wlwfanfictionss]

Relax, and let go

Alicent Hightower x Female! Reader

Summary: When the duties of the realm take their toll on her, her sworn sword takes care of their Queen.

or: the one where reader fucks Alicent in a bathtub :)

Word count: ~3K

Warnings: Soft smut (Alicent deserves some love), top!reader obv, yearning hehe MDNI!!!!!

a/n: Im back! sort of lol. Trying to get back into writing, and what better way to get back into it then with a little Alicent content right before season two?? Hope you all enjoy, and let me know if you all would like to see more Alicent content. Anywayssss....#teamgreen

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Her footsteps were heavy on the cold stone floor of the halls. The Council meeting had been a long one, the sun had already been set for a while now, the castle quiet since most staff and royals had retreated to their own chambers. The Queen made her way to her bedchambers at the very end of the hall, escorted by her sworn sword. You both walked in silence, you could see the weight of her duties dragging her down. Her shoulders were slumped, but still she walked with purpose. She hadn’t been sleeping, you knew that, because every night you stood outside her room to stand guard, you saw the light slip underneath her door and heard shuffling inside the room.

You open the big wooden doors that lead to her quarters, so she can step inside. You follow right behind her, lighting some candles to light up her room a bit. Before you announce your departure to the queen, now standing facing the balcony, you decide to speak for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Your Grace?”, you ask softly. She doesn't answer, seeming to be lost in her own thoughts, so you try again.

“Alicent?”

The use of her name instead of her title makes her wake from her thoughts. She turns around and looks at you. It takes your breath away every single time. You knew it wasn't right, she was your boss, the queen of the seven kingdoms, but you couldn’t help it. Every time you laid eyes on the Dowager queen, you couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

“Yes?” she responded curtly, though there was kindness in the way she spoke to you.

You decide to speak, all might it be out of line. “You should get some rest”

“Rest...” Alicent echoed, her voice tinged with frustration. "I wish I could, but duty does not pause for the queen's exhaustion." The weight of duty was immense, and the thought of rest seemed like a luxury she could not afford in times like these. Yet, the truth was that her body was beginning to buckle under the strain. Her husband, the king, was very ill, and his duties had become hers.

"But... I suppose you are right," she added, acknowledging the wisdom in her guard's words. "I cannot lead if I am weakened."

“Ill draw a bath for you, your grace” you propose. It was so late when the two of you came back from the council that her handmaidens had already retreated back to their homes.

“Alright,” Alicent answered quietly, a hint of relief creeping into her voice, “Thank you.”

Without another word, you remove the heavy layers of your armor to be able to help her out. Making your way to the bronze tub in the corner of the room, you start by heating up the water. Filling the water with oils, the sweet fumes of which filling the room with a relaxing smell.

"I... I will need some help removing my dress." Alicent spoke up. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but her words were tinged with an underlying fatigue.

“Of course, your grace”, you say, as you try not to think about the proximity in which you will be to the queen. The two of you have been close before, of course, you were her sworn sword, her protector. But never like this. Never just the two of you, confined in her bedchambers, nonetheless.

Alicent nodded her appreciation, thankful that she would not have to struggle alone with the intricate laces and ribbons of her dress. As she stood by the tub, the scent of rose oil wafted through the air, a soft fragrance to soothe her stress.

“I do not wish to burden you with my... personal matters." Despite trying to keep her composure as queen, at that moment Alicent felt a sense of vulnerability, as if the queen’s facade of regal authority had slipped away.

“You do not burden me, your grace”, you say softly. “I'm happy to help.”

“Can I?”, you ask her softly for permission to start untying the laces of her intricate green dress. It was absolutely breathtaking. A deep dark green, decorated with lace and stones. It must have cost a fortune. The contrast of her green dress and the brown of her eyes, that shimmered in the light of the candles around the room and made it look like flowing honey, made your head feel foggy.

Alicent nodded, “Yes, you may,” she replied politely. It was almost a whisper. She was slightly taken aback by your question. It seemed so simple, but to the queen it wasn’t. Her body was never hers, she had never been asked to be touched before, and your simple question of permission made her heart warm. The two of you always had this sort of tension. The air feeling thicker when you got close. You spend a lot of time together, since you were her personal guard, but somewhere along the way you created a special bond. The two of you didn't speak a lot, but Alicent knew you were loyal to her family, but mostly to her, and always stood by her, no matter what. You made the Queen feel things she hadn’t felt since Rhaenyra and her were young.

As you approached, Alicent presented her back to you, the laces of her emerald green gown flowing down her waist like intricate strands of thread. The Queen's breath hitched slightly as her guard gently removed the complex knots, the feeling of your strong hands touching her being strangely soothing to her.

And as you worked on undoing the laces, Alicent's breath grew softer as the tension from her dress lessened. The queen's back was bared for you to see, you gulped when you saw the smooth skin of her back being presented to you. The room being filled by the smell of rose petals and the steam from the bath, representing the growing tension between the two of you.

Your fingertips brush slightly against the queen's back as you remove the last of the laces. Taking a step back, you allow Alicent her space to undress further.

Alicent gracefully let her dress fall down, pooling on the stone floor like cascading waves. The queen's pale skin contrasted against the deep emerald-colored fabric, and as she stood in her smallclothes, the queen felt a strange sense of vulnerability. 

She could feel her guard's gaze upon her back, but there was something strangely comforting by the presence of someone who didn't seek to take advantage of her body or her power, but simply to serve and protect.

Letting out a quick cough, you turn around with your cheeks reddening, so she can rid herself of the last layer and get into the bath.

With her guard's eyes turned away, Alicent slipped out of her smallclothes and stepped into the awaiting bathtub. The warm water enveloped her body, and some of the day's exhaustion melted away in its embrace. As she settled into the bath, the queen sighed softly, relishing in the feeling of clean, warm water against her skin.

The moment you turn back around, your breath hitches. Although the cloudy water hides most of her body, you have never seen her like this, and your imagination runs wild about what hides beneath the rippling service of the water. You quickly shake your head to get rid of the inappropriate thoughts about the queen.

“Ehm, ill leave you to it then, your grace”, you say as you try to look away from her naked figure. Once you pick up you armor and leave for the door, a soft voice stops you in your tracks.

“Wait,” Alicent's voice interrupts you, “stay.” There is a flicker of longing in her eyes as she speaks out to you.

You feel like you are in a dream right now. “Excuse me, your grace?”, you ask to make sure you heard the Queen correctly.

Alicent repeats her words, her voice tinged with a subtle plea. "Stay. Please... stay with me."

The queen's gaze remains fixed on you, and the vulnerability in her eyes is a sharp contrast to the regal composure that she so often wears around the castle. 

You drop your stuff to the floor, your gaze never leaving hers. “Where do you want me?”

She points to an antique stool next to the bathtub. “Just keep me company for a while.”

The queen's voice is laced with sincerity and a touch of exhaustion, her gaze meeting yours with a hint of tenderness and longing.

Without another word, you walk over to the stool next to the bath and take a seat, arm resting on the side of the tub. Alicent leans back against the bathtub, relishing the warmth and comfort it provides.

“Thank you,” she whispers softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

As you sit in silence for a moment, you try not to let your eyes wander to her barely covered body. Alicent remains quiet, her gaze drifting to the surface of the water, which slightly shifts and ripples along with the movements of her body. The heat from the water and the rose-scented steam fills the air, creating a calming atmosphere. The queen's body is mostly hidden, and yet the gentle swell of her curves are visible through the water, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to her presence.

When you catch yourself looking at her body, you quickly look up, only to be met with her brown eyes already on yours. Alicent notices your gaze upon her, and a soft blush tints her cheeks. Neither of you look away, and for a moment, the tension in the air thickens.

“I'm sorry your grace, that was inappropriate”, you say as you go to stand up, but she grabs your sleeve as not to let you leave her side

"It's alright, please... stay." Alicent's voice is a tender whisper, and as she grasps the sleeve of your shirt, her touch is gentle but insistent. Her eyes hold a faint hint of vulnerability. Without breaking their eye contact, Alicent gently tugs on your sleeve, a silent plea for you to stay. Her touch makes your breath hitch, and you sit back down, not leaving her gaze

Alicent's eyes continue to hold yours with a mix of vulnerability and comfort. The heat of the water, the scent of the oils, and the quiet intimacy shared between the two of you create a sense of closeness that goes beyond mere companionship.

Alicent's hand remains gently resting on the edge of the tub, within your reach. So you decide to make the first move. “Tell me if you want me to stop, your grace”, you say, before letting your fingertips softly touch her hand, slowly dragging them up the length of her arm.

Alicent's heart skips a beat as she feels your touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her breath catches in her throat, and her eyes follow the movement of your hand with a mix of anticipation and eagerness. After a moment of excruciating silence, she finally whispers, "Keep going," in a low, enticing voice. The queen felt like her skin is set ablaze, and she leans into your touch ever so slightly.

When you suddenly stand up, Alicent wants to protest, but before she can speak up, you move the stool behind her and sit back down. Your hands make contact with her shoulders, massaging away the tension of the day. A soft sigh of contentment escapes Alicent's lips as she feels the firm yet gentle pressure of your hands on her shoulders and neck. The queen's body relaxes under your touch, the tension, and stress of the day melting away as you work out the knots and kinks in her muscles. Your touch is soothing, and the queen closes her eyes, savouring in the sensations.

As you keep massaging her body you move your head closer to her ear. "Would you like me to keep going your grace?" you speak in a hushed tone.

At your quiet whisper, a shiver runs down Alicent's spine, and her response comes in a low and breathless voice. "Yes," she whispers, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Keep going...please.."

As your fingertips work their magic, the queen leans further back into your embrace, her body surrendering to the sensations you create. Sliding one of your hands over her shoulder, you move it towards the water. The queen's body responds to your ministrations, her chest rising and falling slightly as she lets out a soft gasp. The mixture of pleasure and excitement is undeniable as your fingers graze against her soft skin.

Alicent's breath hitches as your hands make contact with her breast, the sudden intimacy and sensation sending a jolt of desire through her body, towards her core. Her back arches slightly at your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Just relax, Alicent." you speak up. "I've got you."

Your other hand mirrors the one on already on her breast and you begin to massage her chest, teasing her by sliding your hands across her nipples. When her breathing becomes more ragged, your movement become bolder. Playing with her nipples makes the Queen moan and mewl softly. You decide these sounds might be the holliest of things you have ever experienced. Kissing her neck, you can feel her pulse quicken. Never had Alicent felt such pleassure as she did now. Never had she been taken care of like this, being pleassured without being demanded something in return.

Alicent sits up more, exposing her chest to you. The top of her back that wasnt against the tub, now pressed against your front. One of your hands abandons her nipple and traverses lower under the water. When you reach her intimacy, the Queen holds in her breath. Cupping her pussy, you can feel how wet she is, even while she is submerged in the tub.

As Alicent turns her head back and to the side, you stare into her big doe eyes. Her mouth hangs open slightly as your palm slowely starts rubbing her clit. The Queen's soft sighs turn into moans and curses as the friction increases.

The hand that was still playing with her nipples, moved to her face, pulling her closer so you lips were mere inches apart. You press your lips to hers in a seering kiss, and at the same time you push a single diget inside of her. Alicent moans into the kiss, but returns it feverishly, her hand tugging at your shirt, pulling you closer. You have to try not to fall into the tub with her.

The moment you start pumping you finger inside of her, she loses it. God, if you knew the Queen of Westeros would be this loud in bed, you would have made the first move ages ago.

"Please, please, please, please..." she says over and over again, the words spilling from her lips like a prayer.

"Shhh, ive got you." you reply, adding a second finger into her, slowly picking up the pace with which you fucked her. Some of the water violently splashing over the tub by now.

You could practically hear the seams of your shirt ripping, with the force Alicent was clawing at you. Your tounge explored her mouth as your fingers kept working their magic underneath the water.

"I- Im gonna..."

"Cum for me, your Alicent" you interupt her.

And like clockwork, Alicent came undone all over your fingers. Her back arching out of the water, a loud moan of your name filling the empty space. And as you let her ride out her orgasm on your fingers, you litered her skin with kisses. Showing her your love and loyalty. Not to her family, but to her and only her.

She shuddered when you pulled your fingers out of her. Pulling them out of the water and straight into your mouth, cleaning your hand of her juices, moaning at the sweet taste. The Queen just stared at you with wide eyes.

"Thank you...for that." Alicent spoke first after she had regained her breath. A rosy tint spreading across her cheeks.

"It was my pleasure, your grace." you anwer with a slight smirk. "The water is getting cold, let me help you out."

Alicent stood up in the tub, slightly emberassed to show her body to you, even after the activities the two of you just did. She never found herself quite attractive, her body in particular. It was made to bare children, nothing more. Thats the thought she had grown up with. But now, standing naked in that tub, with you staring at her like she was the most beautifull woman that had ever set foot on the earth, she felt like she wasnt just a tool for men to use and abuse. She felt seen and loved.

You lifted her out of the tub like she weighed nothing and pulled a large towel around her naked frame. Rubbing you hands over her arms to help her dry off. You let her dry herself off fully as you go over to blow out most of the candles, letting just a few lit for when she sleeps.

Standing back infront of her, Alicent had now dressed herself in her nightgown. You push a strand of hair behind her ear and cup her face, before kissing her one last time. For all you knew, this moment would be a once in a lifetime. Where the two of you would not speak of this ever, or you would wake up tomorrow to guards dragging you infront of a dragon to be its breakfast for what you just did to the Queen of Westeros. The kiss was short, but her lips felt heavenly on your own.

Alicent leans into the kiss. She felt like a teenager again. Deep down she knew this was wrong, but right now she had never felt this good.

"You should get some sleep" you say. "its late and you have a long day tomorrow."

"You are right" she says before kissing your cheek and climbing into bed.

"You can't stay, can you?" she asks. She knows the answer, but still sounds hopefull.

"I can't, but i will be right outside your door." you answer as you put your armor back on to stand guard at the Queens door all night.

As you go to leave, she stops you one last time.

"y/n?"

You turn around and see her all cozy in her bed. "Yes?"

"Thank you" she says in the most sincere way possible.

"Anytime." you answer, before leaving her room and closing the door behind you. You didnt know what would happen between the two of you now, but you meant it. You would be there for her, always, no matter what. You had told her many times but after tonight, Alicent might truly believed that.

[snoopyana]

one night.

the sequel.

“can i be with you just one night? i can wear you out inside.”

in which you meet eunseok at a basketball game, after your boyfriend, wonbin, left you alone during a heated argument— and eunseok swoops in to temporarily take his spot.

song eunseok. smut. darkish? eunseok drops his whole “i care for you” facade and blames you for the whole situation in the end.

everyone knew what was going on behind the bleachers. it wasn’t necessarily a private place to argue. definitely not to argue about you eyeing his teammates a bit too long for wonbins liking. you had no ill intention behind your gaze, but he thought otherwise. his voice gradually rising in volume when you denied having any interest in any of the other guys. it was almost as if he wanted to say you had a thing for his members.

“oh my god, what’s your problem??” you cut the man off mid-sentence. the bickering had gone on for so long that his members would peek their heads in to make sure anything was alright. “my problem? my problem is how you were basically glazing them with your eyes.” that was far from the truth, and he knew it. wonbin only said that once he finally saw the other men listening in.

“are you SERIOUS right now? you ASKED me to come and watch you guys practice and that’s what i’m doing. do you expect me to only look you? god forbid i’m not an airhead all the time and actually act interested in what’s happening around me??” wonbin stared at you dumbfounded. his eyes blown, fist clenched. “i’m done.” walking past his teammates, he snatched up his duffel bag before storming out the gym.

rubbing your temple, you finally let go of your emotions. eyes stinging as the argument looped in your mind. “oh my fucking god.” slipped past your lips as you made your way from underneath the bleachers. quickly being were surrounded by the rest of his team and bombarded with “are you okay?” which only tipped you over the edge. going from a small stream running down your cheeks to full crocodile tears.

their words quickly turning into hesitant hugs as you broke down in the middle of the court. eunseok lead you over back to the bleachers, this time to sit down and most importantly — calm down. the others stood in a semicircle around you two. you face falling into the palms of your hands as you continued your small emotional crisis. silence followed as eunseok rubbed your back, the others standing there simply for emotional relief. looking at their phones, sungchan was the first to speak up.

“hey, we gotta get going. but if you ever need anything, i’m pretty sure we’d all be willing to help. right? just call or text.” his sentence was followed by a bunch of “mhms” and head nods. stepping over to your side, sungchan ruffled your hair before walking to pick up his stuff. signaling for the rest to follow. “you coming eunseok?” anton turned back to you two, realizing eunseok was still seated. “no, she still needs a way to get home, wonbin had driven them here and clearly he left already.”

nodding his head, anton waved goodbye to his friend, giving you another glance before letting the door close behind him. the buzz from the overhead lights and your sniffles echoed through the open area. he continued to draw circles on your back until light cries and sniffles turned into light breathing. searching his pockets, eunseok pulled out his phone. ‘8:46PM’ stared back at him. it had been close to an hour since wonbin stormed out, and 20 minutes since the boys left.

as he looked at his screen, he could feel your body shift. finally lifting your head up from your hands — glancing over, eunseok put his phone down to move small pieces of hair that stuck to your face. wiping your cheeks with the back of his hand as well. “you alright now? i can take you home or we can just sit a little longer.” moving his hand from your back to your shoulder. “i don’t wanna,” you spoke in between sniff ,” see him right now.” it had completely slipped his mind, you two lived together. “oh yeah, sorry. i can just drive you around if you want.”

giving him a quick nod, eunseok helped you to your feet — slipping his hand around your waist as he led you out the building and into the parking lot. opening the passenger door for you, he made sure you were situated before going to his respective seat. starting the vehicle, the first part of the drive was filled with silence and eunseok making random turns as you stared out the window.

“so,” he finally decided to break the silence after nearly 10 minutes, “what happened back there?” coming to a stop, the red from the light illuminated your face. “he was being fucking stupid. saying i was ‘checking you guys out’ when i was just watching.” huffing, you let your head fall back onto the seat. “like does he not trust me around other dudes or something? but if i started to act like that when he’s around women i’d be in the wrong!” crossing your arms under your chest as you thought about the whole situation. tears threatening to roll down your face for the second time tonight. “hey its okay, calm down.” reaching over, he rubbed your leg — thinking nothing of it for the time being.

“god. i swear he just wants me to cheat or something.” looking ahead, you took notice to eunseoks’ now still hand. eyes darting over to him, his eyes were glued to the road. “what’s stopping you?” the question caught you by surprise. “because i..”

you wanna say love him. don’t you?

eunseok pulled into a vacant lot. “because you what? you love him?” he was now facing you, waiting for a response. eunseoks hand lingering on your thigh. you sat in silence.

spit it out. you don’t. at least not right now.

“no. i.. i don’t.” humming in response, eunseok leaned over the center console. lips ghosting yours. he stayed like that in silence, his eyes glued to your lips. you were quick to close the distance. lips colliding with his.

when was the last time you felt this way? this desperate. how would wonbin feel if he saw you right now?

eunseoks hands found their way your neck, pushing you closer into him. his lips curling into a smile when you whined. pulling away, a quiet snicker slipped from his lips as you caught your breath. eyes blown and lips already puffy. “get in the back.” opening the car door, eunseok walked to the back while you quickly crawled through the center. once he was seated, he tapped his lap — which you eagerly sat down in. thighs on the sides of his while his arms stretched over your waist.

it’s not too late to stop you know.

pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, his lips found their way back to yours. feeling a little more relaxed, arms wrapping around his neck. a few minutes passed before the sound of your phone buzzing snapped you out of your trance. reaching for your purse, eunseok started to grind his hips into yours.

it’s him, isn’t it?

guilt started to kick in, this is cheating. “he’s asking where i am..” looking at eunseok, your eyes quickly started to gloss over. “tell him you went to a friends house. he doesn’t need to know you’re with me.” there was hesitation in your eyes, but you did as he said. throwing your phone to the side, his lips found yours again. a slight tremble in your touch while your hands snaked through his hair, and he noticed. his hand slipped under your shirt, massaging the skin — while his other cupped your cheeks.

it felt so intimate. would wonbin do this? did wonbin do this?

that feeling would quickly fade as eunseoks’ once gentle hands roughly pulled at your jeans. helping him, you tugged at the material, pushing it down until they laid on the car seat. pushing you to sit on his knees, the man pulled his sweats down just enough for his dick to spring up. “come on, we gotta make it quick.”

he seemed so much pushier now, what happened?

shuffling up to his lap once more, eunseok spits in his palm. giving his cock a few pumps before tapping onto your thighs — causing your body to automatically hover over his. lining himself up, the male pushed you down onto his hard-on. the stretch being even more intense from the lack of prep.

seems like he doesn’t care anymore.

he was now buried deep inside your cunt, giving you the bare minimum of time to adjust before snapping his hips into yours. eunseoks head resting in the nook of your neck — biting at the skin. “hey, no.. no marks.” but did he listen? of course not. biting harder as his pace increased. he didn’t even bother to talk to you. wasn’t this supposed to be distressing you? why aren’t you enjoying it as much now?

he was quick to finish, pulling out and jerking his way to his own climax. but you hadn’t reached yours. opening your mouth to speak, your words were cut off before they could even come out. “he’s outside, hurry up and get out so you can go home.” pushing your body onto the seat next to him, eunseok was quick to stuff himself back into his pants. opening the car door, wonbin stood just outside. eunseok slipped out, standing next to the other male. a small smile plastered on his lips — your lip gloss coating his face.

“this is your fault by the way. should have gone home.”

note- hii. i wanted to try and venture out of my comfort zone a little with my writing style AND themes. nothing too intense for now. i kinda liked writing this though. i will say it’s not one of my best works but hey, we live and we learn. if you guys enjoyed, please do tell me. i’d love to hear some feedback. also, can we tell i’m a little head-over-heels for car sex? like woah.

note 2- ALSO, took me less than 10 days to write another fic? are we proud of me guys? i feel like thats an accomplishment, im getting more confident in my craft.

[lizzieislife94x]

The Babysitter (w.m)

Wanda maximoff x G!P reader 

Legal age gap reader is just say 22

If you don't like the g!p let me know what you want to read. 

Y/Ns POV:

"Oh don't worry about it miss maximoff the boys are asleep you don't have to rush home everything is fine here" I reassure the older woman "ok ill see you when you get home have fun" I laugh as I hang up to hide the pain, you see the woman who I babysit for is so fucking sexy and when she leaves lingering touches on my arm or leans a little to close for a little to long it's so hard to control my little friend downstairs I don't think she's noticed, I'm kinda bummed though because she's on a date since she lost her husband a while back she's decided to get back into the dating world, I've been her go to Babysitter since i was 19 almost 20 and she needed a little help plus it helped me save money for when I travel the world, I decide to sneak up to her room and lay in her bed just to feel a little closer to her the pillow smells like her and it brings comfort to me.

 2 hours later

"Y/n hey y/n" I wake up slowly with what sounds like miss Maximoffs voice fuck I fell asleep on the couch, after a second the fear kicks in and my eyes shoot open oh fuck "miss Maximoff I'm sooo sorry I was uh looking for a pacifier for tommy I must have sat down and fell asleep I uh oh god I'm sorry" I rant while looking anywhere bar the redhead infront of me "y/n calm down its ok I get it the boys can be tirering it's OK honey" I sigh in relief and sit up getting off the bed "can I do anything before I leave ?" I ask my boss "could you help me with the laundry please it's been a rough day the guy I went on a date with total douchbag can you believe he wouldn't accept no for an answer I almost had to punch him luckily the manager came to the rescue" she let's out a deep sigh and looks at me with a sad smile

"of course miss Maximoff anything I can do to help ill gladly help" as I finish my sentence she winches in pain and I take a step towards her "miss Maximoff are you ok? what's wrong do I need to call someone" she giggles and rests her hand on my arm "you're sweet it's nothing its just I need to pump I haven't done it all day and they are extremely sore and sensitive so could you be a doll and hand me the pump please" I feel my face heat up instantly fuck I'm so dumb I fumble around grabbing the breast pump and hand it to her "I uh ill wait outside let me know when your done" I walk outside the bedroom and close the door fuck I'm such a idiot of course she had to pump so stupid y/n I giggle quietly after 5 minutes I hear a angry sounding Wanda and a thump I automatically run inside not thinking "hey are you woahhhhh" I instantly turn and trip still covering my eyes "awwh fuck that hurt are you ok miss Maximoff I heard a bang and thought something happened?" I hear her giggle and feel her eyes on me "y/n for the millionth time it's wanda and you don't have to hide it's just boobs you have them it's not like you've not seen boobs before" her giggle gets louder and I stand up and turn trying to keep my eyes on her but I won't lie I did stare at her tits they where huge and so fucking perfect

"I uh is there's anything I can do to help you miss Maximoff " she shakes her head and looks at me "unless your one of my 2 years who's awake at this time in the morning and hungry for milk then no" as the words left her mouth my not so little friend downstairs decided to wake up as I raised my eyebrow not realising my bulge was visible "wait y/n did you like the idea of drinking my milk", she says with a flirtatious tone "I uhhhh" I can't find the words to speak as she walks towards me walking around me slowly and leaning down to whisper in my ear "your little friend down there is giving you away if you want to taste mommy's milk just say so it would be a big help to my poor sore and sensitive tits" I let out a moan and nod unable to speak "words y/n words" I gulp and clear my throat "I.. I wanna taste your milk" she laughs somethings  missing honey "I want to taste your milk mommy"

fuck that was strangely a turn on "come here honey"she sits on the bed and tells me to lay in her lap and I do as she says Holy fuck this is happening I see her perfect tits tight in my face and latch my lips around her nipple and start sucking waiting for the sweet taste of her milk "oh fuck oh fuck" she breaths out rubbing my face "so good honey that feels so good your doing so well" I smirk and suck harder draining the milk from her left tit as she moans above me I switch to her right nipple and start sucking till there's nothing left my cock has never been harder "that was like nothing I've ever experienced the pleasure was so intense" she confesses rubbing my cheek "if you ever need help again please please let me do that because your milk was so fucking good" I blush I stand up and turn to try and fix my solid member fuck I'm gonna bust so hard when I get home "y/n please don't try and hide from me do you think I haven't noticed all the boners you've had around me" I turn and look at her in shock fuck I thought she didn't notice "fuck" is all I can manage "why do you think I said no to the creep that took me on a date because I didn't want his cock coming anywhere near me the only cock I want is yours" Holy shit wait when did she get naked my eyes instantly travel her body as I bite my lip "fuck Wanda youre so sexy" I walk over crashing my lips against hers sliding my tounge into her mouth as she undresses me how did she get my clothes off so quick "fuck" she states looking down at my little friend standing at attention "you're fucking huge y/n" I gently push her on the bed and she spreads her legs I automatically lean down and lick a strip from her entrance to her clit taking it into my mouth and sucking harshly earning loud moans from the redhead I kitten lick her till her legs are shaking and sit up crawling over her letting my dick tease  her entrance "fuck y/n just fuck me already I need you inside me I need you till fill me" she begs and I do as I'm told I slide my dick past her entrance and groan and the sensation fuck she's so fucking tight I start to thrust hard and fast looking deep into her eyes "fuck Wanda youre so fucking tight your taking my cock so well" I moan as does she and the marks my back is gonna have totally worth it though I continue fucking her tight cunt at  an ungodly speed as I feel the coil building I slam a few more times as I feel my cum shooting deep inside her cunt "fuckkkk Wanda" I moan loudly as she cums at the same time I slow my thrusts to help us both ride out our orgasms as I slide out of her and she moans at the movement I lay on my back trying to breath properly "Holy fuck that was amazing " I giggle and she looks at me in shock "y/n are you still hard how the fuck is that possible " I hide my face and giggle "because my little friend likes you alot and you make it stand at attention " she bites her lip and smirks "fuck" is all she managed to say 

 AN: not sure how I feel about this lactating kink I've read stuff like this never wrote it tho so let me know what you think.......again just trying new stuff lmaoooooo word count almost 1.5k  (update since i wrote this last year i very much do enjoy writing the lactating kink its hot, sue me lmao remember drink water and stay hydrated babes)

[blacklegsanjiii]

MAN!!!! I love how you expanded on it . Sanji not knowing how to take care of his own body by himself makes it even worse I think… it exacerbates a lot of things for the other siblings. I feel they’d kind of just meld into a generally codependent blob, because they get used to doing absolutely everything together to make sure Sanji is doing all the same things with them. Easier than keeping track of who’s told him to do what, is how they rationalize it, but really they just left Germa and none of them want to be the sibling that imposes a strict daily schedule he can’t depart from unless in case of emergency. It just feels Bad. They’re not doing it. They’ll do things like sleep together in a pile, because it’s “easier”, and try to conveniently ignore all night that laying with their brother is uncomfortable because his skin is hard and he has no body heat and he doesn’t care for his own comfort at all so he lays strangely unless they maneuver him.

I feel like that hits Niji the worst too, because he just cares a whole fucking lot (I like taking the fact he was the only person who showed concern and spoke up for Reiju in WCI and running with it in contexts where he has a full range of emotions). All of them are vaguely aware that what they’re doing isn’t healthy but they also weren’t raised with the emotional intelligence to do anything about it either, Niji is just Extra Aware and it eats him up inside. Sanji being a husk also eats him up inside particularly badly, but that’s something he can’t even begin to do anything about so he tries not worrying about it. I feel like him and Ichiji argue the most between the five , one thinking much more emotionally and the other thinking more coldly/logically.

And all of them being taken in by the strawhats is so lovely… they get to experience family outside of abuse and strain and constant tension. When Judge eventually hunts them down and the strawhats beat him and Germa handily, they’re just all puddles of relief that can finally fully work towards bettering their relationships because now they know for sure they’re never going back to how things used to be. Bonus points for Sanji continuing to protect his siblings over any new orders Judge tries to give him to get them back .

- Wine

100% They are a codependent blob. They most likely have been since before they left Germa, always trying to take care of Sanji while there, but after the escape it's only ever gotten so much worse. They can't set a set schedule just because life on the seas doesn't exactly allow for that. So they just do whatever they can when they can, they always make sure at least one person is with Sanji though. Even the thought of just a set schedule like in Germa makes them feel remarkably ill. The sleep pile is so true too, they have to maneuver Sanji to make sure everyone is comfortable while they sleep. Sanji is just so cold and hard that his siblings are at a loss of how to make him soft, make him warm.

Niji is the best choice for most emotion outside of Reiju. Of course they all know it's not healthy, they all get anxious about separation and if one of them(Sanji) is gone too long they go looking to see what happened. Niji has to be losing his mind half the time about how fucked up they are. He knows why, he understands it, but fuck he doesn't know how to fix it. It's just constantly nagging him, it also destroys him how Sanji was the only to have this happen to him. How they were all deemed failures in their own way and Sanji can just fucking disappear when he wants to. He just never wants to. He never wants anything, he only listens to them. He and Ichiji fight a lot about how to teach him emotions but it's not inherent, not like it was for them and emotional intelligence is one thing but having someone learn to have emotions is another.

When they join the Strawhat Pirates officially is weird and insane to them. Robin acts motherly to them while Brook plays a more grandfatherly role and Franky and Jinbei offer different perspectives of being paternal figures, ones who care and support them. Luffy is everyone's brother and probably the most determined outside of them to help teach Sanji emotions and his straightforward way of thinking and dealing with emotions might be useful to them. The crew adores them and they adore them back. They're getting better, slowly but surely they learn to trust others with Sanji and calm Chopper down when Sanji rearranges his out of place body, even teach him how to draw Sanji's blood and such when he needs it. When Judge comes back for them?

They certainly didn't think their found family would fight for them, nor did they think Sanji would defy direct orders from Judge. He just stares and stands in front of them as Judge yells at him to stand down, to bring his siblings and come back. Maybe it's the first flashes of emotions Sanji has. The fight is long and arduous thanks to the clone army Judge has, the enhancements made to them. Maybe Germa is destroyed but they have definitely lost and everyone is relieved. Everyone is so relieved Sanji didn't listen to Judge but also so thankful because that went against his programming which makes his siblings cheer and hold him. It's wild to them that Sanji is learning things that go against his programming because it's taken so long, but they're so thankful as well. It's what their mother would have wanted after all.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Could you do one with 4,31, and 38

Context: Adam, Lucifer and the rest of the gang are having dinner and someone (maybe alastor) puts angelic poison in Adams tea in an attempt to kill him. Lucifer is quick to “accidentally” knock it over before Adam could drink it, leading it to spill on adam.

(Bonus if Lucifer has a stern talk with alastor, all protective style)

-🐊

4. “When did you fall out of love with me?” “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

31. “You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.” “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” 

38. “Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” 

Oh ho ho!! I love me some protective Lucifer and Alastor being an antagonizing little shit >:)

Charlie had prepared a beautiful meal for everyone at the hotel. She made a roast with all the veggies you could eat.

Adam was waiting on water to boil so he could have tea with his dinner. "Come on and eat Adam, it'll get cold before the kettle is ready." Lucifer said as he walked with his own plate.

Adam looked between him and the food and yeah, he didn't want to eat cold fucking food. He grabbed his dinner and sat down beside Lucifer and Angel. After a while if eating and talking, Adam remembered his tea. "Shit, my tea."

"No worries, I made some for myself as well. Here you go." Alastor handed Adam a mug of green tea, his smile anything but innocent.

Adam looked at him questioningly. "Um, thanks I guess?" Since when did this Bambi freak go out of his way for Adam?

"Oh don't thank me. Just drink up before it's cold." Like your corpse will be, Alastor thought sinisterly. He hoped he used enough angelic poison.

Adam couldn't feel any heat coming from the mug, he stuck his finger in it and frowned. "It's already cold asshole." He sucked the tea off his finger and grimaced. Did he put fucking sugar in it? Cause it was super sweet.

Lucifer got to looking at Adams tea, his eyes shifted to Alastor who was just waiting for the fallen angel to drink it. When he looked back he saw it.

It would be nearly impossible to see, but the way the light hit his tea Lucifer saw the golden shine that sat on top of the liquid. Angelic poison.

Lucifer's eyes widened in horror as Adam lifted the mug to his lips. "Don't!" He slapped the mug out of Adams hand, making the tea spill all over Adam.

"AHH! What the fuck!?" Adam jolted up and glared, the cold liquid soaking into his clothes.

"Dad!"

"Look, I'm sorry but there was posion in your fucking tea!" Lucifer said as he handed Adam a napkin.

Adam snatched the napkin and tried in vain to clean himself up. "Poison, the fuck are you...." He suddenly felt dizzy, the room started to spin. Adam sat back down and held his head in his hands. If there was poison in his tea, he licked his finger which meant....

"Don't feel well?" Alastor mocked, he may have only gotten a drop but it could be enough to make him terminally ill.

"Fuck off." Lucifer hissed as he put his arms around Adam. "I gotta take him to the fucking hospital. Come on ba- buddy." Lucifer corrected himself. When Adam only groaned and didn't move, he cursed and picked the sinner up in his arms and ran through a portal to the hospital.

Adam didn't know how long he was out, but when he came to he was in a hospital bed with all the tubes anyone could possibly have sticking out of him. "For fuck sakes."

"Thank fuck you're awake." Lucifer sighed in relief from his seat beside Adam's bed. "The doctors weren't sure when you'd wake up."

"Don't you mean 'if' I wake up? Angelic poison is no fucking joke. One big gulp and my insides would have fucking melted and poured out of all my holes." Adam ranted, yeah okay maybe not that bad but still!

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “You need to stop being such a dramatic bitch.”

Adam scoffed and folded his arms. “It’s the only way I can entertain myself, okay? Now piss off and leave me be.” Adam shifted to look away from Lucifer, Woah what medicine were they giving him everything felt funny, like he was kinda high.

"I'm not leaving you alone Adam, you could have died."

"I realize that. Thank you for not letting me die a horrible death." Adam still didn't look at him.

"It would have been a permanent death!"

"Like you care!" Adam finally looked at Lucifer, eyes a blaze.

This took Lucifer aback. "If I didn't fucking care I wouldn't have brought you here, asshole! I fucking love you!"

Adam bit his lip to keep it from quivering. "No you don't...."

"Adam-"

“Remember when you said you’d catch me when I fell? Well, you’re a fucking liar. Figuratively and literally. Now I’m hospitalised and also emotionally scarred. I hope you’re fucking happy about that.” Adam spat as he held tears back. "You never fucking loved me, hell you barely even like me." Hate fucking wasn't love.

"Adam." Lucifer took his hand in his. "I've always loved you."

"Yeah right."

“When did you fall out of love with me?” Lucifer asked, fearing the answer.

Adam looked away, eyes wet. “That’s the thing: I never fell out of love with you. You’re the one who fell out of love with me.”

"That's not true! I never stopped loving you. Adam," Lucifer used his other hand to cup Adam's face and make him look at him. "I've always loved you. I'm sorry I made you feel any different." They placed their foreheads together looking into each other's eyes. "Let me prove it."

Adam searched his eyes for any trace of a lie. "Fine, but this is the last time I will ever trust you with feelings like this." He melted when Lucifer kissed him softly.

"I promise to protect you and your heart."

-

"Alastor!" Lucifer stomped over to the deer demon. The hospital wanted to keep Adam overnight just to make sure he was okay.

"Lucifer, what do I owe the-" Alastor was shoved into the wall behind him.

"You've got some fucking nerve trying to posion him like that." He growled, his eyes going wholly red.

"He's fine isn't he? What's the matter, worried your boy toy wouldn't make it?" Alastor winced when a hand wrapped around his neck.

Lucifer let his full demon form come out. "Listen here you Bambi reject, radio fucker. You so much as even LOOK at Adam wrong from now on and I'll make you drink a whole fucking bottle of angelic poison. Nobody, and I fucking mean NOBODY fucks with the people I love."

Alastor winced in pain but his smile widened. "You love him, huh?"

"Yeah I do. He's the love of my life and no one will come between us again. Stay away from him." Lucifer dropped Alastor and walked away.

Alastor held his throat and smirked. Interesting, very interesting.

[gothushi]

how the different boys react to u getting ur period? (Silly version or serious version)

i definitely need this rn. these cramps are debilitating 😭 cw; daddy mention, periods, period sex, getting sick mention but not explicitly stated

okay so let’s see. i feel as though rob, charlie, simon, father anthony and ernst would be extremely understanding, very comforting. ernst himself would need some time to research periods, understanding how your body physically shifts and that’s what causes your back pain, researching what you need for pain relief and making sure you’re comfortable. they’d be very sweet, petting over you, plugging in the heating pad/getting your hot water bottle filled up so it stays fresh and heated. tucking you in with your favorite blanket on the couch or in bed, at your beck and call to get you anything you need. they’ll keep track of your pain medication so that way you don’t take too much, but aren’t going without it so you don’t feel worse. they’ll make sure you’re staying hydrated with water or a sports drink, or tea, getting you fresh cups/refilling your water bottle without you even asking. very mindful of your moodiness too. knows you get upset easily or cry easy, or even aggravated (though you try your best to not start an argument or get mad at him, because he’s doing his best and babying you like the princess you are). will definitely offer a back rub or a full massage, sometimes not even asking but just maneuvering you onto your front. gentle yet strong, calloused hands will rub scented lotion onto your back, down your legs, over your feet, (will often just plant your feet in his lap whilst on the couch too). doesn’t get upset when you sometimes forget you’re out of products and ask him to run to the store on the spot, you feel super bad but he comes back with a couple bags full of items, snacky bits and some drinks/candies along with whatever you originally asked for

this is self indulgent, but rob himself will notice if you slip due to the pain, mind fuzzy and upset as you’re curled up watching a tv show. he’ll coo and rub a hand over our thigh, muttering that daddy’s got you, asking if you wanna take a nap with daddy or if he can get you anything

luke, quinten, hook, nikolai and seb would be a bit.. not as caring. just at first. not in a bad way, just they aren’t experienced with dealing with this stuff nor do they realize how bad it can get. the younger ones would be a bit scoffy, quinten would so roll his eyes, say you’re being dramatic until you really end up showing how sore your back or legs are, or if you even happen to get ill from how bad you feel. they’ll be a bit softer then, offering help and asking what you need or what could help. hook would just not even notice you haven’t been feeling well until he finds you slumped on the sofa or knelt over the toilet. then he’ll get you all tucked in and say some apologies, muttering about why you didn’t tell him or ask for help. will order some take out and cuddle with you, hand rubbing over your tummy. he probably wouldn’t own a heating pad/hot water bottle so he’d have to buy one. nikolai would know immediately, obviously, he can smell your scent from a mile away and it makes him a bit ravenous. will definitely offer orgasms as a relief for your pain, your cramps. say you don’t have to do anything but lay there and enjoy it. fangs scraping your puffy clit, hot tongue flattening over your cunt and cleaning up the mess of blood and creamy cum. makes you orgasm until you pass out fast asleep. same with luke, will fuck you in the showers after practice, water boiling hot and turning your flesh pinkish and flush, hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he coos about making you feel better. whilst you’re hanging out with the younger ones (i group seb, quinten and luke together) they’ll offer a heating pad or hot water bottle, sharing snacks with you or lightly rubbing your back or feet, offering physical affection and cuddles.

nikolai worships you, feeds from you without even needing to bite, treats you like his queen even more so than normally, fucks you in the morning on his tongue and then provides you with a big breakfast, something sweet, then lets you go back to bed. continuously checks on you and brings in whatever you ask for, ushering you back to bed when you try to get up and do something.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

For the prompts:

"Keep your eyes on me"?

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: Chronic pain/illness, dissociation, (brief) derogatory mentions of sex work, anal sex, anal fingering, BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, aftercare

Sex is possibly the only good thing in his life. Broken body, homeless for years, isolated throughout that time, and not having a hope of getting justice for what was done to him? Yeah, no, after the first time he'd stumbled into a situation that ended up with him losing his virginity when he still felt like his body wasn't even his from how much it changed after his coma, Dabi was hooked. It was the only time when he didn't hurt. Actually, that probably isn't entirely accurate. Because things tend to go like this when he manages to get someone into his bed:

One: Things start heating up. Everything is already at a low level of pain unless he's already high or drunk. 

Two: Get into proper foreplay if there's time for it. Pain starts to spike everywhere that his partner is touching. Pretend it doesn't. Focus on the ways that it can feel good. Suck it up if they're being too rough, it's worth it in the end. 

Three: Actually fucking. Usually the pleasure is starting to outpace the pain at this point, but his nerves still feel like they're going to snap apart. 

Four: Orgasm. Bliss. Everything goes away for ages. He's gone. The only other time he's ever felt this distance from his nerves was in the last few seconds before he lost consciousness as he burned. When the shock that the severity of the burns had caused enough nerve damage to make everything so perfectly numb. 

He's addicted to that time when he can't feel anything at all. So if he's not plotting his revenge, trying to survive, or, now, doing work for the League, Dabi is looking for someone to get off with. The League is not a great place to do that. Compress is gay, but not interested. Magne is interested, but wants a top and Dabi can't float as high when he tops, which doesn't really make it worth it for him. Toga and Mustard, of course, are literal children that he is absolutely not interested in. Spinner is kind of repressed and he has big inexperienced vibes that don't work for him either. Kurogiri is a robot, he's pretty sure, and not of the fuckable variety. Muscular is such a violent, repulsive douchebag that Dabi's pretty sure he'd come away from that encounter with so many staples pulled out he wouldn't even get off. Moonfish, similarly, would probably be more interested in actually eating his skin than he would getting Dabi to a good climax. And Twice is blatantly, and painfully, heterosexual. Which leaves Shigaraki. 

Dabi can't quite get a read on Shigaraki. His initial reaction put him in the same ballpark as Spinner, inexperienced gamer bro who would probably dust him instead of going to bed with him, or nut way too soon to be worth his time if he propositioned him successfully. So Dabi doesn't bother, he just starts to go out whenever he can get away from the League and finds other ways of getting what he needs. Does it quite a lot, but given that it's the only thing that he can do to take away his pain, Dabi doesn't really care what the others think about it. Not until Muscular throws a handful of bills at him to get him on his knees. He burns the money, is about to go further than that before Shigaraki steps in and makes the barbarian fuck off for a while. 

"I'm not thanking you for that, I had it handled." He snarls as he heads upstairs. It has been an awful pain day, the first thing he did today when he woke-- three A.M., tears bleeding from his eyes-- was run to the bathroom to puke. Has been pale and shaky all day, can't even clench his fist without his whole arm shaking, and had had to run off to puke from the agony twice more throughout the course of the day. He needs the relief, but that had been a loud and clear message that says what the rest of the League actually think about him and his antics. He thought that they would just ignore it. He likes to sleep around, so what? But if they're not taking him seriously, if they think he's been prostituting himself this whole time, then he's definitely not going to get taken seriously when they start to do actual villainous shit whenever AFO lets them off their leash. Shigaraki stops, foot on the first step to follow him up, nails in his neck, brow furrowed, frowning at him. 

"...You don't have to thank me. I just wanted to make sure you're alright." He hesitates, "Toga said that you smelled like blood all day." 

Dabi stiffens, which really just makes everything worse, the tensing of his muscles makes his nerves scream, and he needs to get off. "Stapled together, sometimes they bleed. It's not a big deal, Duster." Fine, pivot then. He moves back down a couple of steps so that he's right in Shigaraki's space. At this point, a dusting might actually be the lesser of all evils just to get rid of the pain. "Not a whore fucking around for cash. I just like to have a good time." Lowers his voice, makes his eyes half-lidded as they drag over Shig's body, tilts his head to the side a bit and gives him the slow, lazy smile that has gotten so many other people into his bed. "Something wrong with that?" 

And Duster doesn't go bright red or look like a deer in headlights like Spinner had. Instead he blinks, like Dabi's managed to surprise him, and then his gaze goes a little more calculating. "No, I don't care about that, Dabi. As long as you don't get caught or lead anyone back here, you can do whatever you want."

"Whatever?" Nearly a purr now.

"Dabi," slight warning in his tone. But he hasn't moved an inch to dust him and Shigaraki can't seem to help the way his eyes flick over him before he can stop himself and refocus. 

"What? Thought you liked to have a good time too. Or are you really always just playing your games for the achievements?" Risks reaching out slowly, deliberately, and is allowed to hook a finger in the v of his shirt, moving even closer, until they're barely six inches apart. 

Shigaraki doesn't even blink. "Are you sure this is something you want to do?" 

"I know what I want, Duster." He wants to stop hurting. He needs this to make that happen. "Just a matter of if I'm allowed to have it." 

Duster moves then. Hand catching Dabi by the hip and backing him against the wall of the stairwell. He thinks that should probably worry him, but it just makes him desperate. "What do you want, Dabi?" And his voice is definitely lower, hotter. 

He chances dancing his fingers over Shig's collarbone, up his neck and to the scars scratched into his skin. "I want you to get me off. If you do that, then you can do whatever you want to me short of anything that'll fuck up my seams." 

"'Anything'?" 

He hums in agreement. As long as he gets off, he won't even notice anything else. He'll be too far away. "And once you're finished, you leave. No cuddling, or a smoke, or chatter, we both get off and you let me enjoy my afterglow in peace." 

Duster hesitates for a second. Huh. Didn't take him for the cuddling type really-- but then he says, "I can do that." And he's caging him against the wall, mouth slanting over his. Dabi gives into this readily. He knows how to make a kiss good, how to make things hotter, and he uses every trick in his book to have them both out of breath and making their way upstairs as soon as they part.

One. 

They stumble into his room, Duster kicking his door shut behind him, and Dabi already has his hands in the other man's shirt. His seams are screaming over being made to move as fast as Dabi wants them too, but the sooner they get to the good part, the sooner they'll stop hurting. Clothes get scattered around his room, and when Dabi pulls Shig to the bed, the other man doesn't even hesitate to push Dabi down onto it. He bites his lip. It hurts, but it won't for long. 

Two. 

Shigaraki is definitely not a virgin. He knows exactly how to wrap four fingers around his cock and stroke him, knows how to keep his touch safe even through lust, and is completely undaunted about taking charge and pushing forward. Which is perfect for Dabi. Doesn't even make him get on his knees or anything first. Instead seems more keen on finding every place on Dabi's body that draws out a whine or a moan-- and he doesn't need to know that there's a fifty-fifty chance of those being from pleasure or pain as things get hotter and hotter. 

Three.

By the time Shigaraki's pulling his fingers out of him, Dabi is desperate for it. He was already desperate, his nerves have been on fire all day, but now the added heat of his pleasure is making him burn for it. Moans so loudly he shoves his knuckles between his teeth as Shigaraki sinks a gorgeous, big cock inside of him. He wants to give him time to adjust, but Dabi rocks back immediately, and when he keeps doing it with more little gut-punched sounds of pleasure, Duster starts to fuck him, hard. 

Four. 

No idea how long it takes, but his nerves are screaming. They're going hotter and hotter. Dabi is lost in his own world. He can't survive this. He's going to combust, he's going to fall apart, he's going to--!

Calm. Gone. 

He stays gone all night. Doesn't come out of it until the sun is doing its damndest to come in through the mostly sealed window at the back of the building. And there's no Shigaraki in sight. Fucked him good, tossed the condom, got his clothes and left from what he can tell. And his nerves are back to the constant low-level pain that he can tolerate. He's also got a fresh, but familiar ache in him, but that one he doesn't have any complaints about. It's the best lay he's had in ages and it was definitely also the most effective too. 

So a couple days later when the pain gets bad he goes to Duster again. And Shigaraki doesn't seem to mind. Sends him a million miles away again. And again. And again. Dabi stops having to look for other hookups. He ends up permanently shoving a blanket behind his headboard so that the cheap frame doesn't slam into the wall and alert anyone to what they're up to when he drags Duster into his room in the dead of night. And when he accidentally tears one of his staples biting his knuckles to keep his moans quiet, Shig gets him a ball gag which probably should not feel as sweet or hot as it is. And they keep fucking. All the way to the training camp job. 

After it too, even when everything falls apart. When they're in a shitty two-bedroom apartment safehouse and the rest of the League absolutely knows they've been fucking because they immediately give the two of them one of the rooms. Toga and Magne have the other bedroom.  Compress, Twice, and Spinner are on the shitty couch and air mattresses in the living room. Not sure how long they'll manage to stay here, but it's a place for them to catch their breath temporarily as Kurogiri runs down some cryptic final lead that AFO left for them. 

They're settled for all of a day before Dabi can't wait anymore, pain wracking his body, and he really doesn't think the others will ignore it if he ends up locked in the bathroom puking his brains out if he lets it go any further. Gives up and doesn't hesitate to go over and get into Duster's lap. Shig blinks, but immediately settles his hands against Dabi's hips. 

"Sir," Got a little more into things the longer they've been doing this, and he grinds into his lap, letting him feel how badly he needs it. 

Tomura doesn't protest, wraps a hand around the back of his neck and draws him into a kiss instead. Doesn't make Dabi beg. Just takes him to bed and, he thinks, lets go of the stress and loss that have been pulling at him for the past few weeks now too. 

One. Two. Three. Four. 

Dabi has no idea what time it is when he comes back and stretches out on the bed like a cat. His nerves give the slightest twinge, but it's so mild compared to what he's been dealing with lately, it might as well not have happened. Startles slightly when he finds that Duster is still in bed too, though he's dressed again and has made his half of the bed-- might have tucked Dabi in given the current state of the blankets-- watching him with the slightest frown and furrow in his brow. Oh. Yeah, they are sharing a room now, would have probably been weird and kind of rude to expect him to fuck off like usual. 

Still, he doesn't get that look. "What?" 

"...Do you always get like that after I leave?" 

Dabi frowns too now. "Get like what?" 

"...Unresponsive. I noticed," he says before Dabi can snap at him. "That you seemed to slip away. I just thought it was your subspace. But this was different, Dabi. You were fully dissociated for hours. I couldn't get your attention, you didn't react to anything--" And there's a building worry in Shig's voice. He stops and takes a slow breath. "If I had wanted to hurt you, I could have. If heroes or police showed up here, I don't know if you would have even noticed." 

Dabi wants to snap, wants to argue. But he knows that too. And... at this point, he and Shig may actually be kind of dating. Probably should actually give him an inch of vulnerability if Duster is going to keep giving him miles of relief every time he goes to bed with him. Can't quite meet his eyes when he does though, "...Yeah. Can't help it. Feels so good not to hurt for a little while. Turns everything in my head off." 

There's a long pause. Duster lets out a slow, even breath. "Okay, but Dabi, this is dangerous. Especially with how things are right now." His gut turns into a pit. Is he going to stop sleeping with him? Until they've got somewhere safe to go? The pain will fucking ruin him. And the thought-- the thought of having to give up Shigaraki so he can go back to just finding anonymous one night stands, makes him think that physical pain won't be the only kind that does such a number. "Okay, have you ever tried to pull yourself out?" He shakes his head. "Never let a partner do it." More sure, connecting the dots about why Dabi must always demand his partners leave him alone as soon as they've finished. "Can we try, next time? I would like to have a way to help bring you out of it," his voice a lot softer, gentle as his hand that cups his cheek and runs a thumb carefully along his staples. "I want you to be safe." 

And a couple of months ago he would have set Duster on fire for that. But now-- "...Okay." He gives in without any protest. If it delays Shigaraki telling him that they can't fuck anymore until they have a good hideout, then he'll do whatever he has to. 

 Takes a couple of days for the pain to build again, for them to have the time to actually do anything without being interrupted by the others, and at first everything seems the same. Tomura works him up, makes him feel so good. 

One. Kisses against his lips and trailing down his neck. 

Two. Fingers stroking inside his body and opening him up as his tongue teases his nipples. 

Three. Fucked full of his cock so deep and perfect that there are tears slipping over his cheeks and he's got three of Duster's fingers in his mouth to keep the others from overhearing him. 

Four. Gone--

"Focus, firefly." Confusion through the bliss. Cool hand against his cheek. "Come on, baby. Keep your eyes on me. Stay right here, beautiful. Stay with me." More pleasure in his body. His vision is swimming as he tries to find Tomura. Still over him, still rolling his hips to meet his, hands stroking over his skin that doesn't hurt anymore. Dabi lets out a weak mewl. "That's it, baby. Right here, focus. Do you still hurt?" 

It's so hard. He's never had to focus after cumming like he's being asked to now. But after a second he manages to shake his head. Can't get his tongue to work. 

"That's good. Can you hold on? Keep those eyes on me a little longer?" 

He can try. 

Tomura fucks him for a while longer, pressing kisses to his lips and cheeks, bringing him back into focus any time he starts to drift away. Does that until he's letting out a rougher breath against Dabi's lips as his hips still as he cums. And when he pulls out, he gathers Dabi close and keeps petting at his skin. "There, you're doing such a good job for me. Now, can you give me a little spark, firefly?" He catches Dabi's wrist and brings his hand up. Oh. Dabi focuses, and his quirk dances around his fingers. Doesn't hurt when Tomura's nuzzling in and giving him more kisses and telling him, "Perfect, sweetheart, you did such a good job. We're going to lay down for a little while, alright. I want you to count to sixty, you can do it in your head if you don't want to talk, but every time you get there, I want you to tap your fingers, right here." Dabi puts out the fire on his fingers so that Tomura can rest his hand over his heart as he pulls him in closer. 

Dabi settles against him. One, two, three, four... five. 

He counts and taps, starts to trace the numbers against Tomura's skin eventually, and Tomura presses kisses to his head, strokes his hands along his hair and back. Makes Dabi's nerves keep singing with the aftershocks of his pleasure instead of their usual caterwauling of pain. And he decides that this is better. Would rather be right here, in Tomura's embrace than that endless void where nothing hurts, but nothing feels good either.  

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[foodtruckery]

hello back for a longer message

i love how ford gets so quietly pleased when stanley listens to him djfhdk its kind of sweet too because i dont think its just alpha instinct for ford. hes actually a pretty caring dude in his own way. hes happy stan is obeying him but theres just as much satisfaction to getting to take care of stan. it just get ties up in his arrogance a lot of the time so it comes out as "ill take care of you so you need to listen to whatever i say" which stan is def not a fan on (though its stan. dudes not a fan of people caring about him in general lol)

also ford staring at stans gold chain disappearing under his collar ford you horndog you are not subtle even though youve convinced yourself you are

and stan stealing fords clothes yesss. god im just imagining stan seeing ford working out, sweating through the sweater, watching him pull it off and let out this sigh of relief (that sits right between stans ears for a while) and dropping it into the dirty hamper. tells himself hes not thinking about it (he is)

you know after this ford gets so much satisfaction out of this later stan likes his scent even deep in a heat (especially deep in a heat) hed probably be poking around stans stuff when he thinks the man isnt looking to find anymore clothing stashes or maybe even starting his own. stan probably cant wear a lot of fords clothes because of their body differences but i could def see ford putting on stans undershirt underneath his sweater so he can smell like stan

god the mention of ford getting freaked out ough. i wonder if stan has tried to pretend he forgot to do some chore to get out of it - only for ford to give him this badly disguised distressed look and stan immediately feels like an asshole

and ohh boy the scent change. ford obsessed with it and has no idea why YESSSS i love how ford doesnt really question why he wants to crowd stan and pin him down because hes like "oh its instincts thats all" but you know his ass just wants to have stan

do you think stan has figured out by this point that hes going into heat? is that why he asks for space? realizes "well shit. this is happening" and runs away (because his go to is flight always before fight if given the opportunity) or is he still just as blind to the truth as ford is

god im wondering how all of this would go down if stan HADNT gone into heat. if he had just had the scent change gradually like the slow transition he was aiming for. because despite what stan would believe ford would NOT let this go. if anything it might be worse because hed be pressing his advantage wherever he could and try to excuse his behavior with "oh well im an alpha and its instinctual" and stan would get so fed up over it theyd again fight about it and then fuck about it

finally the magnus opus. the climax (in more ways than one) ohhh my GOD stan fucking BEGGING and ford losing his mind a little bit more with every single please dude didnt even HESITATE

honestly you are so fucking right if stan had shown up in heat 30 years ago when ford called him it would not have ended well. you really hit home how fucking OBSESSED ford is with this fantasy and stan is playing into every single bit of it without realizing it (GETTING OFF ON FORDS BED AAAAAAA)

ford is such a little freak though and its so apparent in every thing he does in this scene. cataloguing every reaction, running his hands over stan, fingering him until he comes just from that (just because he can, just because its an option he has, stans in heat he'll be like this for a while ford can enjoy this) talking all gently to him and being a little bit bossy on top of that because he knows stan wont fight him on it oughghghfh YOU ARE KILLING ME

also this line "He'd have to settle for physical evidence until Stan was capable of being interviewed properly." ford you little loser you aint fooling no one just go fuck your brother and maybe you'll calm down

i can already tell stan's gonna have a WILD heat because ford is gonna be pressing his advantage whenever he can. he may as well have pounced on stan when he got down there with how quick he was to use this opportunity for himself. hes literally already thinking about how he can fuck stan over and over now just like hes always wanted ohhh mY GODDDDDD

(and why do i keep thinking about ford trying out different things on stan now. fisting him at one point, forcing stan to describe how his knot feels before he gives it to him again, going faster and harder so stan is screaming into the sheets, slowing down so he can hear the wetness slicking his way, everything and anything he can think of and can get away with.)

and man. when stan finally comes back to himself hes gonna be so angry at himself and the situation and ashamed and embarrassed he might not even be considering too closely how ford behaved during his heat. either chalks it up to hormones or maybe his heat-brain skewing the details a bit so while ford is over there like "I WINNN I WINN THANK YOU UNIVERSE FINALLY" stan is considering if faking his death a second time is a plausible option

finally this whole ending bit:

"Good boy," Ford growled, kissing Stan's wet cheek and his temple and savoring the way he shuddered and whimpered as he pulled his fingers free. Getting his zipper down was enough of a relief to make him groan again. "Let's get you a knot." 

do you hear that? its me screaming from the grand canyon echoing across the planet. ford is SAVORING this. he is SAVORING stan he is sooo fucking happy right now AND!! AND!!! "LET'S GET YOU A KNOT" FUCK YOU THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK

ford is such a condescending little shit that is usually annoying and bitchy of him but its weirdly so hot in bed and lowkey i think stan would agree

fords gonna be getting stan a knot as often as he needs (maybe even more often)

thank you so much again for the treat im chowing down on this candy bar

-🐶

🐶 you did NOT HAVE TO double up on messages but i am SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT and aaaagggggh both of your messages were so kind! ngl full on obsessed with the idea of ford wearing around stan's shirts cause yeah yeah absolutely (stole that for the other trick or treat thing cause how could i not?) i think stan had maybe not quite figured it out when he went to get some time to himself, but he knew he needed to be alone (cause that's what he's always done with his heats, right? go and find somewhere he can lock himself up until it's safe to come up again. that's just part of the process whether he realizes it or not). but then he gets down there, starts dragging out ford's clothes and holy fuck it's too hot and ooooh shit. that's not good.

it will be several days probably before they come up for air.

[froggibus]

More venture smut?? Aaaa

Fem reader x Venture

Venture meets her at the bar and decides to be bold and flirty with her. Y/N is interested ofccc

After some chit chat, flirting and tease, Venture guides her somewhere more private

You can let your imagination run wild when you write🤭🤭

Back Of The Bar - AMAB! Venture

Pairing: amab! Sloan Cameron x reader (no pronouns are used but reader has a pussy!)

Genre: smut/nsfw

Word Count: 1k

Summary: after meeting a hot stranger at the bar, they take you to the bathroom to have a little fun

CW: semi-public sex, sex in a bathroom, protected sex (we are responsible today), amab! Sloan, multiple rounds, lots of goofy jokes, porn w mild plot (is that even a thing?), dirty talk, Sloan has rizz

hey anon! i tried my best while writing this to give you that fun, flirty scene at the start (why this took so long) but i just really couldn't see it ;,( thanks so much for the request & if you don't like this feel free to lmk & ill try to rewrite it! love ya

The stranger behind you has an iron grip on your waist, their other hand pressed hard against the door your face is currently smushed against. They keep their face nuzzled against your neck, soft moans and pants like music to your ears.

You let loose a desperate, sobbing moan, and dig your nails into the chipping paint of the door. “Fuck, Sloan, fuck!” 

Your whines only egg them on, their hips colliding with yours hard enough to wind you everytime you collide. Your body rattles the door with every deep thrust and you fight to keep from screaming out in the way you so desperately want to.

“So fucking tight,” they groan in your ear, enunciating every word with a thrust. 

Your pussy grips them for dear life as if begging them to never leave, and with the way they’re fucking you so nicely, you’re inclined to agree. Your lungs ache from gasping from air, your thigh trembling from where it's propped against the door to give them better access.

Their dull nails dig into the meat of your hip, their thrusts starting to get sloppier as time goes on. You use the door as leverage to guide your hips into theirs, colliding with them in the middle in a way that drives the head of their cock deeper into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, the heaving knot in your stomach expanding so much it's almost painful.

“Love this pussy, could live in it if you let me.” They babble in your ear. “Tell me you’ll let me—fuck, please.”

To think you’d only met them an hour ago, when they sidled up to you at the bar and sheepishly offered to buy you a drink. Their confidence had stunned you enough into saying next, and before you knew it, they were fucking you against the door of the bathroom.

“Use me, please Sloan, use me.”

That’s all it takes to renew their vigor, their thrusts so intense there’s a sudden undertone of pain to the eye-rolling pleasure they’ve been giving you. Your arms begin to shake, the only leg that you’ve been propped on threatening to buckle as the first wave of your orgasm washes over.

Heat overwhelms you, all the muscles in your body going rigid as pure pleasure washes through you. You’re barely aware of how loud your cries have gotten, or of Sloan’s hand clamping over your mouth in an attempt to be quiet. Your whole body shakes, limbs turning to jelly and threatening to send you crashing to the floor.

Sloan catches you, tanned muscles flexing as they manoeuvre your body to drive themselves deeper. Your cunt clenches them impossibly tight, the grip of your pussy threatening to steal the condom right off their cock. They pound deeper into you, forcing their cock as deep as they can go before their cock twitches and unloads into the latex barrier between you.

You sigh in relief at the sudden still of their hips, your own aching from how hard they were driving into you. The feverish sheen that had consumed both of your skin has started to die down, the cool air conditioning of the bar bathroom starting to soothe the ache.

They slump against you, both of you half-sliding down the poor ravaged door. Sloan still keeps a grip on you, trying to lazily catch you before either of you could hit the ground.

“Fuck,” they half-laugh, half-pant. They offer you a goofy smile, flipping their sweaty curls away from their face. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

You raise an eyebrow at their enthusiasm as they pull their cock out of you and gather the incredibly full condom in their hands to discard in the trash. Your eyes stay glued to theirs the whole time, drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth at just how much they came. If they weren’t a stranger to you, you’d almost wish they hadn’t used a condom.

You raise yourself from the floor on shaky legs, gathering your slick soaked panties from the floor and staring at them with a pout. “These are going to be terrible to put back on,” you say with a frown. “If only I’d brought a back up.”

The two of you laugh at the thought. As if either one of you knew you’d be ending your night fucking against the door of a bar bathroom, all messy and panting and trying (failing) to be quiet.

“Here.” They reach a hand out for your underwear, and at your apprehension, laugh. “I’ve been knuckles deep inside of you, do you really think I care about touching your panties?”

The sudden brashness of their words has you speechless, that familiar fever starting to win against the cool air once more. You drop your panties into their calloused hand and watch as they hang them over the hand dryer.

You shake your head. How could you not think of that? For one, terrible, bitter second, you find yourself wondering if they really have done this before. Something curdles in your chest at the thought.

“Man,” they laugh. “Those are soaked. You must really like me, hey?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not every day I meet a hot stranger willing to rail me right there and then.”

“Well, they’re gonna take a while to dry so…round 2?”

You think they’re joking but when your eyes meet theirs and see the lust consuming them once more, you know they couldn’t possibly. Your eyes flick down their stomach to their still-hard cock, a smirk falling over your face.

“Yeah but–” you risk a glance at the door. “I think the poor door has had enough.”

Before you can even react, Sloan is grabbing you under the thighs and propping you up on the sink counter. “That’s alright,” they breathe heavily in your ear, their cock prodding your aching entrance. “I can fuck you perfectly fine right here.”

Dizziness overtakes you as their cock slips through your folds and stretches you once more. Somehow, you don’t think you’re leaving this bathroom anytime soon.

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[wildflowerteas]

WE HAVE MAX (cosmobrain00 on this website) ON TSP NOW ch 1 reactions pt 1

HIII MAXX!!!!!! Please do not apologize in any way shape or form TSP isn't written as a story that requires theorizing, anyway. It's a mystery, but more of a 'watch this unfold' than a 'you should have seen this coming from the start' mystery. I'm so grateful glad? excited? I don't exactly how to describe the feeling, but just super giddy to know that you were excited from the get-go. i put my entire heart and soul into the summary for my fics ( i ran this one past azey a thousand times before i posted ).

also, Rori, give yourself some credit. you pick up on the subtlest characterizations and hints of symbolism and gnaw on them until they're bone. I'm always impressed by you.

'me personally i'm excited for the sex scene' . . . I wasn't. <- guy who was shaking and almost crying in the dorm showers after posting.

OKAY IM NOT. LAZY. I think I definitely fall into the pit of 'write what you know,' or at least, 'write what you're comfortable with' and it worries me sometimes.

Urghi'm going to explode. my face is definitely red ( surely not courtesy of the summer heat ).

It actually wouldn't be beyond me to put significance into the weather reports, but as Rori said: they're only in there for setting purposes ( and for logistics ) and for accuracy. Heat + smog + asthma isn't great on the lungs. Heat isn't great for Camellias. etc. etc. I actually have a day-by-day record from the LA airport that I sometimes reference for snowfall and such!

HIIIII MARKKK <3 ELLI. AUUGHHHHGJJFJKJHG!@!@!@!>>>!!@!!!!!@!@! PLEASE I COULDJUST 💥💥💥 he makes me SO ill. I bully him for comic relief in the heavier moments, but i adore him ( it's a disease ) and i love his interactions with Lucy especially

Yes!!!!!! Rori you're right, I don't like copy-pasting the organizations from canon to AU. Not that I dislike it in fic, but I just can't do it because I get the itch to throw just basically whoever into the mix. It's why in WIA the Keiō University crew wasn't Atsushi-centered, Dazai, or even ADA centered ( I mean, Rimbaud was a professor there. He literally brings sskk together. ). I'm like botw Link, just tossing things into the pot and seeing if its a consumable success. Agh actually that reminds me, I should rb my RS. The spring is Dry.

I actually decided to call it 'The Crypt' because of the gloominess and dustiness of it all, and because Lovecraft is in charge of it and . . . The Crypt of Cthulhu <- a pretty famous fanzine for Lovecrafts works and Cthulhu lore in general. Mark definitely would have come up with it in AU though, that is so true.

I . . . do bully Atsushi. Sorry. I make him go through so much in this fic especially because I think this version of him can Take It.

Dazai is petty!!!!!! Incredibly so!!!!!! 'If I can't solve this, then no one can' vibe. . . . Or?

'joint tsp dazai jumping when' BAHAHAHAHAA

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK. I REALLY WAS JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS ( actually, I was scrolling through pinterest looking at The Godfather movie posters and Hella's TBOS moodboard ) when I got the urge to rb and lament the fact that I'll never be able to replicate the aura of that piece. That's an insane coincidence. I'm attuned to the group chat I guess.

[infinitethree]

Okay, you know what?

The bastard is almost, on an aesthetic level, not terrible to look at while he’s like this.

Asleep, he can’t be a fucking sociopath or an asshole. Those too-clever eyes of his aren’t judging and dissecting, they’re closed.

The absence of that bright blue gaze makes him seem surprisingly vulnerable.

So does the way Daz has, in the short while he’s been asleep, already snuggled up to him and is being clingy.

After the last few hours of running around looking for him, it’s a relief to know that he’s been mostly fine all along.

Naturally, when Daz didn’t come home, Raine got worried. The Council, aside from Lee who had been kept out of it, have been searching his known hidey-holes for hours now.

Obviously the HQ was one of the first places they checked, but the wall that leads into the hidden room was sealed off. They assumed that meant he wasn’t there, so they ignored it.

It wasn’t until Aster, in a last-ditch attempt, decided to open it up and check that the bastard was found.

He’d been fine, thankfully. Just having hyper fixated on the code and shut out everything else.

Aster carefully takes his com out and taps out a message to the others.

ShiningAster: bastard located. fine but asleep. focused on coding body for Innit, forgot he has a human body.

RaineStorm: seriously?? uhg, at least it’s normal shit this time

RaineStorm: as opposed to soul crushing despair and existential terror

Khons: need help moving him? ShiningAster: staying here. fell asleep on me, he has nightmares. also touched starved. might be less bastard if he gets good sleep

It’s only a little bit of a lie. Technically, none of that was wrong, but the implication was that Daz wasn’t strongarmed into accepting.

RaineStorm: yeah his nightmares are BAD and music only kinda helps.

ShiningAster: I think I can fix it. saying more will make him pissy

Khons: well if he’s not in trouble and staying there we’re going to bed

ShiningAster: night

RaineStorm: gn

RaineStorm: it’s gonna be really funny seeing him fall for you ngl

ShiningAster: its gonna be weird as fuck for me

After a moment, he switches to DMs.

ShiningAster: at some point we have a kid. Not adopted I think. looks just like him. her name is Azira. means rising star.

RaineStorm: WHAT THE FUCK??????

ShiningAster: also he made a deal to help with Innits body for seeing the same shit I do. but for me obviously

RaineStorm: oh my god that stupid asshole

RaineStorm: maybe he’ll learn his lesson. bc you’re def good to him, I know you.

ShiningAster: hes capable of being good to me back. too busy being petty for now though

RaineStorm: yeahhhhhh. he’s def an acquired taste. but he really is a great guy when you get past his him-ness

ShiningAster: lol

RaineStorm: he figured out I’d want a heated tub, art studio, and a porch. it’s freaky tbh but it’s nice.

ShiningAster: sounds fake but ok

RaineStorm: you’ve never seen him be like that so it’s hard to picture but it’s true!

That’s not quite right; Aster has seen Daz be kind and generous to others…he’s just never been the target.

No, maybe that’s not fair. He’s dragged Aster to a place of being better in a way he never would have done on his own. Despite his attitude, it did still benefit Aster.

Granted, he’s also been an asshole on purpose for literal years, so. That kind of events out.

ShiningAster: honestly just want to eat his damn food without being drugged

RaineStorm: something something the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

ShiningAster: it sucks so bad to play chicken on if Ill suffer when I touch his cooking

ShiningAster: usually its worth it. at least until whatever he put in it hits

RaineStorm: and now we know why

ShiningAster: maybe therapy will fix him

RaineStorm: ngl I think not thinking he’ll kill anyone he loves will do wonders on its own

RaineStorm: but therapy will help too probably

ShiningAster: cant say much for obvious reasons but hes fundamentally broken. has been for most of his life.

ShiningAster: but Id never have a kid if he didnt seem in a good place. so whatever he does works

RaineStorm: have you considered it might be the power of love

ShiningAster: fuck you

RaineStorm: I’m serious!! think about it, he’s spent like 4 years thinking being loved will get that person killed

RaineStorm: he might have divine confirmation but he’s stubborn. might not feel real

RaineStorm: soooo someone who loves him despite his bullshit might be the thing that makes him be less…yknow

Ah, another reminder of how deeply fucked up Daz actually is.

ShiningAster: could be having someone who knows his secrets or even just Innit being out

RaineStorm: remind it that it needs a new name btw. too close to existing ones

RaineStorm: but yeah that probably helps too

RaineStorm: I feel awful I never noticed he was so…unwell

ShiningAster: hes good at hiding what he wants to hide. cant blame yourself when hes a master manipulator.

Said master manipulator mumbles into Aster’s chest, voice small, “I missed you.”

And, fuck, something in his chest feels like it cracks when Aster realizes what and who Daz must be dreaming about.

There’s nobody it could be but his former mentor. The person who gave him everything he ever wanted…and then committed an unspeakable sin against him.

Clearly, Daz still misses him. Despite what Dream had done to him, a part of him still misses the person who crushed him infinitely worse than anyone before him.

Despite only getting brief glimpses of that time, Aster gets the impression that Dream had been someone whose preciousness went beyond words.

Yet Daz couldn’t stomach letting him have his way after what he did. He rejected a place as a near-god beside someone who, despite the sickness in his soul, was devoted to him to a disturbing degree.

That…takes a strength of will that Aster isn’t completely sure he could match.

Fuck, nor does the decision to use the lethally broken enchantment as a backup plan.

If the rest of the server had failed to kill him, Daz would have chosen a death so agonizing that it chills Aster to his core.

It’s not hard to see why Daz is so…himself, honestly. Aster might not be able to think like him, nor agree with his actions, but in a fucked up way he can follow most of the logic now that he has the pieces.

He swallows as Daz’s voice wavers and cracks. “You said you’d protect me, so why…”

Aster adjusts his arms to a more comfortable positon, and messes with his hair more. “I’m not him, Daz. You’re not Tommy any more. Dream was sick– you know that.”

Horrifyingly, Daz starts shaking as he cries.

He rushes to add, “But– but you can have something new. Fuck, if you can be even halfway decent, I’d fall for you pretty damn quick. You can be charming, you know? And– and pretty romantic. It was– maybe it wouldn’t be awful. If you just stopped being such a bastard–”

At a loss for what else to do, he cuts himself off and starts humming.

Eventually, Daz slips back into deeper sleep.

But the memory of this unsettlingly fragile side of him will remain in the back of Aster’s head. Even when Daz is being the biggest bastard he can be…Aster knows he’ll remember this.

[lustfulchaldea]

Stuck down in the boiler room, things must get awfully steamy, doesn't it? Hopefully Kagetora isn't going to find herself with her cock so hot and bothered that she has to let it free... and then spend a full day draining those melon-sized, sweat-soaked nuts in Okita and Nobu~

'Kagetora, could you guard the boiler room for me? Kuku got to Martha again, and It's really important to the Border's success. If Demon King Nobbu and Okita start screwing around like they did with Chaldea's, it could be catastrophic...'

Kagetora had no issues with being the boiler room's guardian. Sure, it wasn't the most glamorous of duties, and she'd much rather be on the battlefield, buuuut...there's something to be said for being the last line of defense against Nobunaga, the only one trusted to handle her and her favorite Saber.

So, stationed up with a book, some snacks, and a load of ice water...She plonked her butt down on one of the least-hot machines, and got to her watch.

6:30 AM.

---

12:45 PM

"...Haaa...Haaa...Oh dear...It might...be a *biiit* hot when the Border's running..."

Kagetora is coated in sweat, and when she leans down to sniff herself, she instantly recoils (which looks very odd when her smile is permanently plastered on her face).

Not a good sign.

Her ice water supply dried up an hour ago, and she's already removed her cape and shoulderguards, leaving her exposed in that thin black top as her legs cross over one another.

So, what does Kagetora's mind tell her to do next? What path does the Dragon of Echigo take to relieve herself further of this heat...?

"...Well, they're not coming by, so perhaps I can just..."

...

SHIFFFF....FLOP-THUNK!

"Haaa...oh, that's so much better..."

Kagetora breathes a sigh of relief as her monster cock frees itself from her skirt, third leg smacking against her actual leg as she lets it loose.

Something about her cock just had her burning up between her legs, desperate for even a bit of relief. She hadn't beat off in a week, she was getting stressed as it was thanks to the sweat and the heat, and what she really wanted was to just go back to her room, take a long shower, and never take the quality of her room (and humanity's collection of pornos) for granted ever again.

She could do it, though.

Just a few more hours...Just a few more h-

"WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THE BOILER ROOM, JUST AS WE LEFT IT! ALTHOUGH, ISN'T IT HOT IN HERE?!"

A loud, boisterous, aggravating voice. Nobu. Though, given the slightly more severe tone, she guessed it was the Avenger Nobunaga, in her first ascension.

Kagetora started packing her heavy dick back into her ill-fitting undergarments, grunting as she rushed herself a bit so Nobunaga wouldn't be able to come in and make fun of her for going balls-out on guard duty...

"Nobu, you're being loud...Also, what do you mean 'just as we left it', the Border's boiler room is logistically way big- GHAK!"

Okita Souji. Nobunaga's cute, bottom-heavy companion for all things silly and goofy, coughing up blood as usual. Kagetora liked her marginally more than Nobunaga; At least they could bond over how stupid the Fool of Owari was.

"Oh, hush, Okita! This is our porn parody! We have to play stupid for a little until our bodies are ravaged by whatever beast lurks within! See? We're not even getting pictures until we're ahegaoing!"

"H-Huh? A porn parody? I-I got picked for a porn parody? But I'm not nearly as curvy as other Sabers..."

"Hey, in this Ascension, I'm not a whole lot either! Clearly our magnetic personalities were the catalysts for this! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"...Can't we get slambred later? I wanted to hang out with the Captain today..."

"Shush, Okita! We're playing the part of ovulating bitches, and we're damn well gonna act like it!"

...

......

.........

Fuck it.

Kagetora can work off all this stress and heat (and the week's worth of backed-up balltar inside her swollen jizztanks) using their fucking insides.

That sounds like a perfect idea.~

---

5:57 PM

WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!

"Hgh! Hagh! Hooohgh, Grrrahhh! Come on, aren't you supposed to be the best swordswoman in the Shinsengumi? For a Saber, you're sure losing to my fat fucking lance! You're just as much of a whore as that imbecile!~"

Kagetora's cock, pummeling in and out of Okita's tight, squirting, drooling cunt, was merciless and without care. Okita's Weak Constitution clearly meant nothing to it, because an ass so fucking fat it clapped one cheek against the other when Okita moved meant that Okita was as breedable as any other.

And given the fact that, in the current moment, Okita's womb had already been painted white by that monstrous shaft...It would be hard to say that she wasn't more breedable than others, at the heart of it.

"Gho...ghhhnhhhhGAAAHHHHH!~ Whhuhhhthttt thhheee fuuuhchhhhkkk?~"

Okita checked out 3 orgasms ago, when Kagetora painted her face in cum so much that she STILL could barely see. Sweat oozed from her body as she bore all of Kagetora's frustrations, so flattened by the Lancer's violent breeding press that she was practically peeling off the woman every time Kagetora drew herself up to gouge out her hole again. Her stomach was bloated with seed, and her face permanently stuck in that brainless ahegao...but she could at least say that, was her hips bounced against her new Daddy's, and her eggs fell victim to the daimyo's conquering seed...she was satisfied.

Because, coated in cum, sweat, and her own drool...she was just the way this monstrous stud wanted her to be.

"COME ON, WORK THOSE FUCKING CUNT MUSCLES, OKITA! DON'T YOU WANT TO BE BETTER THAN NOBUNAGA?!"

Kagetora's bellow roused the other participant of their threesome to life, who had been collapsed unconscious on the floor until just that moment.

"D-Dammit, Kagetora...You're so unfair...~! I want you tooo!~"

Nobunaga had ascended herself to her Demon King form a long time ago, probably just before her and Okita's shared tamer had turned the Saber into a cumdumpster and given her such brutally massive amounts of love and attention (in Nobunaga's eyes).

Why? Well, initially it was to stave off the fact that, if she let herself be consumed by Kagetora's lust, this porn parody of herself would be permanent property of the Dragon of Echigo (and her pride wouldn't let that stand). But seeing Demon King Nobunaga had just made Kagetora more feral, and now the Great Unifier of Japan, greatest daimyo of the Sengoku Period, was drooling in a heap on the floor, cunt squirting around nothing as she begged for that fat cock.

"Mhhhorrr, pleassshhhh!"

Nothing could beat it. Nothing else could satisfy Nobunaga anymore, if it wasn't Kagetora's thick, sweaty, violent shaft. It'd collapsed in her womb, gotten her pregnant beyond a shadow of a doubt, and she was considering starting another Singularity when the night was out, JUST so Kagetora would come after her and punishfuck her into submission.

But no, she had to watch as her new owner, Daddy Kagetora, obliterated her best friend (and greatest rival) entirely and utterly, Okita throwing her head back in cumstained bliss every few seconds as she involuntarily squirted around that frustrated dick.

If she weren't entirely devoted to Kagetora's goals and wishes now (and well aware that, with her newly-found loyalty, Okita would probably murder her if she tried to rebel against the Lancer...), she's probably would've tried to usurp her at some point!

But no. Such things are unthinkable now....this just feels too good.~

---

"...Holy shit."

"I know, right? Who could've thought that our origin-"

"IF I'D KNOWN THAT KAGETORA WAS THAT FUCKING HUNG, I WOULDA THROWN MYSELF AT HER YEARS AGO! WHAT THE FUCK, YOU ECHIGO BITCH?!"

"...Nobu, you're using your outdoor voice again. Also, really?"

"...It sounds more pathetic after I think about it."

An awkward silence falls over the two as they continue watching the surveillance feed from the boiler room.

"You think we'll get....yanno...by her too? You know, like the sequel to the porn parody that everyone finds better than the original?"

Okita stares at Nobunaga in silence, as if contemplating whether slitting the Berserker's throat is a good enough way to shut her up....

"I sure hope so, but I doubt it. We're not nearly as popular as them, you know. I think we're just supposed to be gag characters in this event..."

A heavy sigh is shared between the two as they pat each other on the shoulder, getting close to the screen.

---

"NOBWA?!"

Silver Nobbu's fucking losing it at all of this, by the way. It JUST got here and it's already dealing with porn shit?! What the fuck?!

That Kiara lady said it'd be chill, not horny as shit!

That's it. The Nobbus are taking preventative measures.