#im holding my head inside my hands to muffle my loud sobbing

[hatigave]

CREATURE OF SMOKE WAITS WITH UNEASE . inside of him, the secret lurks. it pushes and pulls at the boundaries of his frame, gnaws on the supple flesh of his intestines. he dares to close his eyes for a moment  ⎯⎯⎯⎯ underneath the lights it grows bolder, more demanding than in has ever done when he had been alone. perhaps it wants to be seen, too. AUDIENCE LAUGHS, AND HE IMPLODES. blinking slowly against the noise, retreating further inside himself. he trusts her. but the eyes locked to the shape of his trembling frame do not hold the same title. mouth opens, immediately closes too. it refuses to shape itself around the words that ask for relieve. he has to do the things he is terrified of, otherwise, he will never abandon fear and shed the skin of a terrified child.

ma had told him to follow the word of the lord. and what was a mother, if not the divine in her own right ? the club becomes a church. the podium, an altar for the faithful to lower themselves down into forgiveness. pious preaching is abandoned in favour of self-love. the hymns remain, all in search of salvation sway to the tune of music. he likes this music best. the type which he feels in his chest, rattling between his ribs. ATTENTION OF THE BELIEVERS SHIFTS. falls on her, eyes shift to where they should have been all this time. he watches too. in awe as always, jealous for the security which much come with knowing one's own worth. he wants that too. inside of him, the monster shifts, teeth sinking into the muscle of his heart. obscurus agrees.

reprieve does not last long. the woman moves first. she's not as graceful as his new-found friend, how could she be ? mortals do not come close to touching the divine. but she walks. imperfect or not, she still dares for her feet to follow through the motions. jealousy rots away inside of him. back at the church there had been a cat, a feral creature who had given him one more scar on his arm when he had tried to pet it once. still, he had been unable to look away from it as it prowled by the cracked glass of his bedroom. BEAUTY HAD BEEN SO SIMPLE BACK THEN. he thinks of the cat when he stumbles towards her, eyes directed to the podium before his feet. he had survived so much worse. or so he tries to tell himself, a meaningless attempt at finding bravery even when he knows he carries none.

from the rubble of a shattered dream, he wakes. a tentative step forward, a weak motion as he looks over his shoulder at her. he could run. he could tear this whole place to shreds in order to get away ! there are so many things he could do, and yet, he does none of them. SHE WANTS HIM TO WALK, and he, in turn, wants to make her proud. his second step is barely more certain. still wobbling on his feet. there is no resemblance of a cat in his motions, but still, he walks. the third step comes closer, a shift of his hip, a step taken with more certainty.

fourth and fifth bring him even closer. by the ninth step, he almost believes that he could do it. he is still the boy plucked from the pews of a church with a leaking roof ⎯⎯⎯⎯ he is still terrified. and yet, when he looks back at her, he nearly finds religious faith once more. ❝ like this, mother ? ❞ are you proud of me for doing this ?

Usually, Hyacinthe would never do this. Even though the show was very losely scripted and she was free to add whatever she wanted, she would hardly ever go as far as add one more person on stage, just because the stage was their own world, their private, safe space. It was sacred for the family but they always wanted to share it with the audience. And this time, she also wanted to share it with Credence. He had lived in the shadows for way too long and the queen wanted to show him a world filled with lights, like she loved it so much.

She always wanted to say she wanted to die on the stage, not this one in particular, just any stage, performing. This, drag, performing, was her entire life and she could not imagine herself doing anything else. Her life burnt under way too many lights that she could not fathom leaving under the shadows. She wanted to die under the stage lights, in front of a full house. She was not made to stay hidden in the dark anymore. Too many years, she had been forced to hide. Now, all she wanted was to shine.

With proud, long steps, as long as her 3'7 long legs, she joined Credence and gently guided him around the stage. "Some of you regulars may have seen him around before. He's my soon-to-be baby drag, aka I'm working on it." The audience laughed. "But tonight is his first time on stage so give him a round of applause!" She did not even need to ask them twice as everyone in the audience broke into cheers and applause. Her arms she had flung around his shoulders tightened its grip on him to prevent him from being startled and make sure he knew she was here.

Finally, everyone was on stage and she could resume her little act. Credence was probably thankful, at this point, that everyone was focused on her. It would not necessarily last for long, but at least, for now, he could relax. Slightly. "Okay, so how does a supermodel walk? How do I walk? Three important points. Shoulders down, walk feline and sway that ass. And be fierce. That's four, oopsie." She snickered to herself, shaking her head in a silly manner. The music started slowly, creeping up behind her voice. "Don't worry, I'm gonna show you first and then you'll go each person at a time, okay?"

She shook her head again, playing dramatically with her long blonde hair, swaying her hips even. The first time she catwalked across the stage, everything was exaggerate. The lean, the long, slender steps, the hips. When she got to the other end, Hyacinthe could not help but do a little dance that made everyone laugh. The clown. But when she whirled around and walked back, the supermodel who had her entitled places on the Fashion Weeks runways was back, a lot more serious and poised.

After sending first a woman in her mid-forties she had selected from the audience - and how incredible was she, even though her walk was not exceptionnal, the sass! -, Hyacinthe walked towards Credence with a knowing smile. Oh, she knew he was probably dying for her to walk with him, but she could not. She did not want to treat him differently, not only because of the other patrons on stage, but also and mostly because it was his time to shine. And his only. At least, she accompanied him towards one end of the stage, like a mother bird watching her child take its first flight. "Go, baby, it's your turn," she hummed softly, gently tugging at his hand to send him forward as loud music was beating hard in their ears.

[hysteria-things]

what kinks do u think chris has i feel like he’s a big hitter and choker (or maybe im just saying that because those r my kinks and i like the idea of that😭)

chris has quite a few kinks, and here they are ;)

1. SPANKING

slapping your ass raw is one of chris’ favorites, especially when you’re being punished. rarely when you act like a brat, he doesn’t reward you by fucking you. he’ll drag you into his bedroom and make you bend over his desk, pinning your hands behind your back. yelps and cries fall past your lips, tears welling in your eyes whenever his hand makes contact with your asscheeks. hard.

“i’m sorry— ah!” you wince in pain, a harsh smack tingling the numbed flesh. he spanks you up to fifty times, but you always lose count.

2. DUMBIFICATION

seeing you so fucked out on his dick is his favorite sight to see. he forced two orgasms out of you already, but doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. his cum is painted on your bare stomach and your panties are soaked. he has them moved to the side while he continuously rubs his tip on your clit, teasing you in your dumb state.

what chris sees is your eyes rolled back and mouth wide open with your tongue sticking out. you try to blab out a phrase from time to time, but there’s no use. he groans, dick twitching giving him the indication to snap his hips forward once again. all you do is moan, your sweet spot getting abused making your pussy clench. “oh— oh, god! oh!” you scream out nonsense, which has him go faster.

grunting, he thinks to himself that if you’re still managing to speak, he just has to keep going.

3. BREEDING

this kink of his is one of his secrets that mostly occurs during ovulation week. “chris! yes!” you chant, holding on for dear life onto the headboard as it bangs against the wall, your ass recoiling off of his pelvis vigorously. this is your third position so far, and the bed has never been this messy. cum from your previous orgasm drips down his shaft that’s balls deep into your cunt, your boyfriend being mesmerized by the view.

you wrap around him perfectly, the squelching noise becoming louder when his balls slap against your clit harshly. burying your head into the pillows, your loud moans are muffled from the cushioning. chris pulls you by the hair to lift your head back up. “come on, let me hear it.” he says, grunting in the process. you feel the bulge start to protrude from your tummy, his tip hitting directly at your cervix.

“d-don’t stop.” you sob from the pleasure. “oh god, right there! feels so go-od, daddy.”

his breath hitches. “oh, yeah? is that what you think?” he starts, gripping your hips tighter as his dick twitches inside of you from the nickname. “you want my baby fucked in ya?”

hoarse moans leave your throat when his seed shoots a load deep within your walls as you nod your head frantically. “that’s my girl. take my cock just like that.”

when he’s done with you after a good hour, he puts your underwear back on for you and kisses your freshly bred pussy that has you flinch from the sensitivity, but it has him smirk. “making sure none falls out.”

[jwonsite]

Just imagine Jungwon edging you for hours out of jealousy because one of his members were flirting with you. Like he’d ram you up for hours, not allowing you to cum until you’re begging him, sobbing your eyes out (which I’m doing rn I’m reading too much smut😭)

this was way longer than i intended for it to be LMAOOO but yeah also sorry this took so long PLS i've been so busy

jungwon x fem!reader

smut! mdni!

oh my gosh he would be so😭😭 we all know that won is such a jealous boy like, he can’t even stand when we look at other idols or have pictures of them in our phones, so i just KNOW if one of the members was flirting w you he would not be able to control himself.

like you were just hanging out with him at the dorms, the boys were all playing video games together or something when jake asked if you want to play for a round. you declined, much rather preferring to stay cuddled up onto your boyfriend, watching as he scrolled on his phone. jake insisted, heeseung joining in, saying how he wants to play with you so he could beat you. you didn’t really know how to play the game, asking jake which buttons did what. jake moved closer to you, pointing to the buttons on the controller as you sat shoulder to shoulder, even taking it as far as putting his hand over yours to help you when the game started. you could feel won’s gaze on you; well not really on you more so on his bandmate that was currently holding your hands on the controller, his face so close to yours that they were almost touching, and that’s when jungwon snapped. he got up from the chair on the side of the room walking over to you and jake, your heads both snapping up to look at him when you hear his loud sigh as he got up.

“alright that’s enough,” he would say, looking at you both with a stern look, “y/n let’s go,” he says as he grabs your arm, pulling you up from the couch, your hand dropping the controller onto the couch as your boyfriend pulled you away and into his room. you could feel the stares of all the boys on you both as you walked away, the room completely silent other than the sound of the video game still running on the tv screen. jungwon pulled you into his room, closing the door and pushing you up against it before smashing his lips onto yours, kissing you messily as his hands groped your ass. your eyes widened at the sudden kiss, but you soon wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you rolled your crotch into his, trying to feel some friction where you needed it most. his hands moved to your waist, grabbing you to stop your movements.

“you think you get to pull a little stunt like that and still get to be all needy for me? thats not the way it works baby, you’re gonna take whatever i give you, okay?” he said while kissing down your neck. you whined, half in protest and half in pleasure but you knew he was going to do whatever he wanted no matter what you said. he moved you both to his bed, kissing down your body before pulling your pants and underwear off in one swift movement. you moaned as he kissed your thighs, wanting him to move to your pussy.

“shh baby, we wouldn’t want any of the boys to hear your pretty moans would we? then again you might like that, knowing they’re hearing how good i’m making you feel in here, knowing that they’re wishing it was them in here between your legs instead of me,” he says before kitty licking your cunt. you put a hand over your mouth trying to muffle your moans, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. he began sucking and licking your clit suddenly, sticking his tongue inside of you every now and then. the sounds that were coming from his mouth on your pussy were so lewd, the squelching and sucking sounds resonating in his bedroom. your hand moved to tangle in his hair, tugging on it slightly as he continued his ministrations in between your legs.

“fuck wonnie im so close,” you moaned out, pulling on his hair harshly causing him to moan into your pussy, sending you closer to the edge, that was until he abruptly pulled away from you causing you to whine in frustration

“won please, i want to cum,” you cried out as he edged you for the 6th time that night, tears streaming down your face

“aww my pretty girl wants to cum? do you deserve it after letting jake flirt with you? letting him put his hands all over you?”

“yes please wonnie, please,” you cried out again, pushing his head back down to your dripping cunt

he began eating you out again, his grip on your thighs sure to leave a mark. you were finally close again, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone.

“you were such a good girl for me today baby, come on cum all over my tongue, cum for me baby,” he says sticking two fingers inside of you, pushing you over the edge. you rode out your long awaited orgasm, and then watched as your boyfriend licked up all your juices from your pussy and his fingers, coming up to kiss you after. you could taste yourself on his tongue, and it drove you insane. he laid down next to you, and you moved to lay on his chest, his arm wrapping around your figure

“you know i wasn’t flirting with him, right won,” you said with a slight pout, looking up at him with doe eyes

“i know my love, just couldn’t stand to see him all over you like that. you’re mine,” he said, bringing a hand up to caress your face before capturing your lips in a kiss

“all yours baby” you said, smiling into the kiss before laying back down onto his chest and letting sleep take over you

[castlebyersafterdark]

thinking about how will sounds in bed thanks to noah should be obvious and yet im like 😳🥵 at the thought... I just know will would have nice choked sounds and picturing in his same tone (noah even makes his voice a little higher for will too, o hope he does in s5 too) is really doing it for me rn. the way he says "mike" in the show?? fuck!

and mike's will voice in bed???? /passes out/

Voice kink made some of yall pop offfff (There were several other similar anons, so sorry if I didn't pick yours but I just had to whittle down repetitive ones. Love everyone 😘❤️)

Linking my original thoughts from the ask "who is louder" because that's relevant and before I get repetitive, but I probably will. All good!

There's so many vivid scenarios for these two. Love the higher pitched voice for Will. I like that he's sensitive and gentle, and he doesn't have to change to fit anyone's vision of how and who he should be. The acting behind him has been incredible at bringing him to life. On that note - time and time again I will go to bat for my boy finally allowing himself to accept love and experience pure pleasure once Mike takes him to bed and takes him the fuck apart. Very hard for our composed, quiet boy Will to stay quiet once Mike and him get together. That soft voice gets so high and breathy, kind of shocking them both at the beginning when something really feels good and he moans loud. He literally cannot be quiet. I think a lifetime of staying quiet, making himself smaller both emotionally and physically just breaks at a point. He doesn't need to be like that with Mike, who just completely accepts him and they learn each other in new ways. And in regards to intimacy, Mike wants to hear him. When the setting is appropriate (times occur often where Will's stream of whimpers and gasps sound way too loud when they're trying to get away with stuff in a house with others home), Mike encourages Will not to hide and just let go.

His voice is nice and deep and sends shivers up Mike's spine when he's talking low to Mike, sweet talk and dirty talk as they're lying in bed together, teasing each other to start. His laughter and giggles are high and breathy, moans are a humming reverb that they both feel against their skin when pressed so close together, voice low as he's giving Mike sweet praise that in turn has Mike whining, groaning sometimes as he hides behind a hand or muffled with his face turned into the bed to hide his red-faced embarrassment despite the fact that Mike loves and craves it. Will's pitch reaches an impressive octave once Mike's inside him, sharp pleasure matching his tone, hitching breath as he chokes on the occassional sob. Noisy boy. He just feels everything so deeply, and as they learn and explore together, he allows himself to embrace it as confidence grows.

Mike. Oh, Mike. Babbler, hyper talkative in bed. He's super sweet, with that soft voice that just makes Will absolutely melt. Whispering encouragement. Turns into so much more when that sweet voice starts detailing complete filth, dirty talk that shocks them both. He's so honest when he's turned on. Even in bed together, its just them, of course it's just them, but Mike gets caught in his head sometimes, possessive. The world doesn't want them to have this. Mine. Some guy or girl made a pass at his boyfriend. Mine. Will wants him to push him around, get a little rougher with him, and Mike is more than willing. He's in control of what he wants, shaking off the shackles of whatever notion rears an ugly head, holding him back. Sometimes it just feels good to be wanted like that, the way Will wants him, so desperately sometimes. Makes him desperate, too, drives him crazy. Mine. Normally soft voice deeper, the chatter is replaced by primal pleasure, essentially a growl as he both takes pleasure and gives it, even gives a little pain because that's what Will asked for. Don't treat him like he's fragile. He wants it until he cries. Mike can do that. He's a man of wildly swinging emotions at times, and the trust of being allowed to become a little wild is heavenly. 😘

[elysianslove]

can't stop thinking abt horse cock boyfie mattsun (im sorry im a whore for this man🧍🏻‍♀️) pounding you into the mattress almost every night, even when his roomie n best friend makki is there just a room away and ur not holding any of your pretty moans or grunts or whines in bc why should you? mattsun told you the walls are thick so there's no need to, plus he enjoys making you scream anyway. little do you know the walls r acc paperthin and makki is fucking his fist every night to your filthy sounds, thinking to himself how he shouldn't be doing this but he just can't stop, it just feels so good. all while mattsun makes you scream out how you're his, how your cunt belongs to him and only him bc mattsun is not fucking dumb, he has seen the way makki looks at you. he has seen the subtle blush you don't pick up on and the way his hands suddenly seem to get a bit sweatier. how the usually self assured and confident makki seems to trip over even the easiest of sentences. you haven't heard makki silently whimper out your name when he jerks off at night. but mattsun has, and even tho he really loves his bro, he still gets some sort of sick, sadistic pleasure out of reminding makki that you're his and only his. uhhh yea so in conclusion yeah 😁

i have been WAITING for a mattsun thirst god fucking bless you anon thank you. 

pls how do i even add to this i don’t know what to say except that i am h word for this man. yk what, fuck it imma write a drabble

it feels like he’s splitting you open, and you’re almost certain he is with the way he holds your hips down, slamming his thick cock into you with one, harsh thrust, before pulling out as slowly as he can. he revels in the way you mewl and sigh, arching your back in time with his thrusts, your hands reaching out to grasp at his biceps, digging your nails into the skin. he thrusts back in roughly, watching and marveling as your cunt stretches lewdly around him, squelching and gushing. he’s lost count after the fifth orgasm he’d given you, after he’d had you drenching his fingers and palm, gushing around his mouth, convulsing around him as you’d struggled to take him in.  

“issei, issei, issei,” you cry, and he hears you; god, who can’t fucking hear you?. it’s a wonder that by now, no neighbors have issued any complaint. you sob as he shifts to pull out again, mesmerized by the way your thighs tremble and the way you sob. “can’t — can’t, s’too much, please.”

he huffs, chuckling lightly to himself, at your cunt as it squeezes pathetically at the tip of his cock. “sure you can,” he taunts. you muffle another moan, throwing your head back and pressing into the mattress as he shifts his hands to the back of your thighs, spreading you open for him, keeping you spread open for him, and pushing your thighs closer to your chest. “nobody can take a fucking cock like you.” 

you shiver, sigh, body relaxing momentarily, before tensing as he shoves himself back inside of you. he stays put, imprinting his dick on your walls, the tip tickling your cervix, until one hand comes round to caress at your jaw, towards your chin, tipping your mouth open. obediently, your jaw goes slack, and mattsun thumbs at your tongue, pressing the digit harshly against it, whispering small praises of good girl and good kitten, before he says, “want you to scream for me, baby, okay?” and begins a brutal pace.

as if there had been any other option, you voice cracks as you scream, scratching at your vocal cords. a broken, stuttering yell falls off your lips as you sob and heave, allowing him to use your body as he pleases, pressing you deeper against the mattress, bruising your thighs with his grip. his cock rams into you, and he fucks you stupid, fucks you until your sob turn into his hiccuping breaths, chest heaving, cheeks stained with tears, eyes hazy and mind cloudy. 

“fuck, fuck, good fucking girl,” he praises, but he’s not sure if it’s because of the way you take him so well, or because of how loud you are, how your screams are so sure, so sure of who you really belong to. 

you beg and cry for him, pleading and chanting, “full, full, so full!” and “please, please, please, fuck, wanna cum,” and all he wants you to do is say more, scream more, beg more, because distinctly, he can hear the sloppy sounds of makki fucking his fist, his roommate’s ragged breathing and your name tumbling off his lips.  

so he fucks you harder, has you reaching behind yourself to grip at the pillows and the headboard, to arch your back further. he can’t even tell if you’re trying to get away or to urge him to fuck himself deeper inside of you, but he’s not even sure you can, so he lets you, he lets you scream directly against the wall, presses his hips flush against yours and roughly grips your jaw in one hand, fascinated by the stain of tears and the flush of your cheeks, and says, “say my name, baby. say my fucking name.”

and he can see, can see how fucked out you are, can see how brainless you’ve turned from just how deep, just how good, he’s fucking you, that you mindlessly reply, “issei, issei, please, fuck, issei,” with a sigh and a broken sob. you always sound so beautiful with his name on your lips, but even more so when you’re cumming around his cock, screaming his name, while his roommate pathetically whines yours. 

[hotwings0203]

GOD I JUST READ UR BAKUGOU FIGHTER ONESHOT AND LAKSLAKSSKKAKAA

im in love, its soooo good😭😭😭😭 and i just wanted to ask, maybe if there is a possibility of u writing the second part w smut!👉🏼👈🏼 🥺

u r so talented!!! i love u💕💕💕

Wow fun fact: I actually love you anon

JUST FOR YOU, I SHALL INDULGE!!👆🏽

Pt.1

Tw:noncon, implied death

He was inside you.

He was grunting.

You were the mortar, he was the pestle.

“Fuck,” he pants inside your mouth. “You get turned on this much by watching dweebs like him get slaughtered out there?”

You sob and try futilely to once again lift his weight off of your pinned body, but he merely slaps your bouncing tits.

“Stay still. Don’t fucking move unless you want me to bruise your cervix. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little masochist? Isn’t that why you didn’t try as hard to push your boy toy out of the rink, huh? ‘Cause a slut like you gets off on watching a man like me show everyone whose boss?”

You cry out muffled against his palm after he gives a particularly rabid thrust, making sure to grind his tip against the sides of your gooey walls.

In a moment of savage triumph, Bakugo lets his slobbery tongue lather itself all over your cheeks. He tastes the tears that collect at the sides of your mouth, he tastes the sweat that gathers on your forehead and he swears it tastes like heaven itself.

He pulls back while continuing to pound you into the mattress, and he takes a good long look at you mere inches away from your face.

You’re a mess. Your eyes are rolling to the back of their sockets while your hair is strewn across the pillows, your hands pinned behind your back in an uncomfortable twist from his meaty hands.

He looks rabid almost. His eyes are everywhere, on your red eyes, on your bouncing tits, on the connection from his body to yours.

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ against his sweaty palm, consistently kept open from your moans and pained whimpers.

It’s true that he’s good with his dick, unfortunately all that talk wasn’t just for show. He had something to prove to you, and prove he did.

Or, is currently doing.

“Answer me, slut. Did you like watching me send your little boyfriend to the hospital?”

He uncovers your mouth and permits you to take a wild gasping breath. The rhythm of his hips cease as he waits for you to gather yourself momentarily, but he doesn’t pull out. You are just a pretty cockwarmer for him right now, no need to think that you deserve any more mercy than he’s already giving you.

“‘D-didnt like it. ‘Wanna go home, lemme go, get off of me,” you sob and weakly pull your wrists out of his hold to push him, but with a mean laugh he flips you over so that your face is smushed agains the pillows and your ass is in the air.

He yanks your hair back and you shriek at the feeling of strands being ripped from your head. He pulls you back up until his mouth is right next to your ear and your spine is lined up with his chest.

“No? You didn’t like it baby?” He hisses mockingly in your ear, and roughly fondles a bruised tit.

“I didn’t like it when you were licking lips with him in front of me either, but I guess we can’t all get what we want…well maybe you can’t. I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you though.” And with that he lets go of your head and lets you unceremoniously fall back onto the downy covers.

Bakugo grabs your hips and pull your ass back until it’s flush against his dick. He rubs the wet tip up and down your ass, and traces it down your slit, letting it press in a little further when in contact with your entrance.

He doesn’t push it in though. No, he goes lower and lower until the member in his hand parts your lips open and it brushes against your clit.

When it does, your body shudders and jerks at the sensation of his tip swirling in your juices around the little nub and prodding at the sensitive flesh. He thrusts slowly and lets the sensation build at your throbbing clit before pulling back abruptly.

You fist the sheets and try to ignore the way your legs shake. It’s humiliating, you know you can’t even shift to your side lest he props you back face down ass up like a fucking animal.

And he was treating you like one, too.

He panted like a dog when he let your juices drool and collect around his girth, and he clawed and teethed on your neck and tits as if he were some kind of mutt.

It scared you how badly he wanted you.

You feel a soft tapping against your clit and you unconsciously arch your back and mewl when the area buzzes with need.

It almost physically hurts the winding coil in your stomach to hold your hips back from chasing Bakugo’s dick as he pulls away, the fucker knowing that you wanted more no matter how terrified you were of him.

“Aww, what’s wrong kitty? No more bitchy attitude and claws? Don’t worry, I’ll soothe your other kitty pretty soon,” he snorts at his own unfunny joke.

You don’t laugh. In fact, you tremble with indignation and horror when he begins pushing back into you as if it were the only place for his cock to be.

“Fucking shit,” he hisses in pleasure as he slowly sheaths his entire length around your dripping cavern. “Maybe I’ll bring in his broken body and set him up on the chair right there-“ he pushes your head to the side so you can see the armchair he points to. You don’t really care about the stupid chair though, not really when you can feel yourself stretch painfully and ingest every vein that scrapes against your insides.

“I’ll take his broken wrists and snap ‘em back to their normal state just so I can break them again when I cuff him down. I’ll make you look at him right in his pathetic eyes when I’m balls deep inside your slutty cunt.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he pulls out just to grab onto your hips and slam your ass against his groin again. He watches as your cheeks clap around his dick and spreads your gooey substance around his thighs and stomach.

“Baku-“

Smack

“Katsuki!”

“The fuck did I say about calling me by my name? You want me to bring him out of the morgue and light his body up too? Didnt realize you hated him that much, fuckin’ whore.”

All of a sudden you feel a heavy weight leaning forward and draping itself on your back, suffocating you with feeling filled everywhere. Your sweaty bodies mash, fluids mixing as he grabs your hair like reigns and slaps his hips against yours. The mattress shakes with the force of his thrusts and you swear you can feel him poking through your stomach when he suddenly lets out a loud groan.

He doesn’t give you any kind of indication that he’s cum, you only feel hot ropes of his seed shoot into your poor, wounded pussy. It stings with the mixture of blood that seeps out of you, the clash making an almost cute pink color coming out of your hole.

Bakugo unravels his hands from your hair and peels himself off of you, but when you try to shakily follow pursuit he leans an elbow into your spine, successfully making you squeal in pain and flop back onto the bed.

“Stay down. Teasing sluts like you don’t deserve to move off their natural habitat.” He sneers and uses a thumb to pull your asscheeks apart, inspecting his cum.

He whistles and lightly slaps one cheek, passing the view off as satisfactory.

“Please,” you rasp, opening one bleary eye to watch him pull a shirt on. “Please just tell me if you got him help.”

Katsuki smiles and lights a blunt. He takes a long drag and peers at your wrecked body.

“You didn’t hear what I said earlier?”

Your heart seizes and you slowly pull your head up from the pillow, eyes as wide as the moon.

“Who says he’s even alive?”

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; I am lusting for the emo boy 👉👈 Could I get something where the reader gives him a bj after he had a stressful day

warnings; bj, deep-throating, cussing, cum-eating, shuichi is receiving, reader is gender-neutral.

note; im trying to think of a song to go with this hold up- (yes thats all i have for my note, im running out of things to say-)

OH SHIT YES!!! SANGRIA?? BY EASY LIFE??? ARLO PARKS??? OR GET YOU BY DANIEL CAESER!!!!!

wc; 2k+

Slapping the screen of his work computer shut, the sudden and loud noise kept him awake for just a little longer. Shuichi brought both of his cold hands to his face, rubbing the eye bags that had formed as a result of his overworking and lack of sleep.

“God…” It took him everything he had to not yell into his slightly trembling hands. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he stood up from the chair that had made his backside ache, breathing out the pent-up stress he had cultivated throughout the… He checked his watch, drooping eyes barely able to read the hands of the miniature clock. 

—The twelve hours of sitting down, typing in and submitting in files, piled onto files regarding a tough case. He’d be lying if he wasn’t at least a little used to this shit work ethic. 

The first thought his mind allowed him to possess after draining his brain completely out of energy, had been, ‘S/o...-, I hope they didn’t forget to eat today.’ He hadn’t gotten the chance to monitor you, nor text or call you; his phone, to kick off the day, hadn’t charged properly the day before, leaving his phone with 3%. The moment he had tried to text you mid-way through his extended work period, his phone had given up on him, leaving him frustrated and worried. 

Sighing, he quickly packed up his things, ready to leave the suffocating, but honestly quite nicely designed office— to see you. He was so close to just falling asleep on the nice, cold surface of his computer, but the thought of you waking up to an empty bed had his heart, crumbling over something he hadn’t done yet. And hadn’t planned to do, either. 

Exiting the office, he called a taxi as he was too deprived of sleep to safely drive.

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Hearing the door open, you immediately rushed to the front door, almost slipping on the waxy surface of the wood floor against your fuzzy socks. 

Pulling back, your eyes held a different emotion as you gazed into Shuichi’s tired but loving orbs; your eyes no longer contained the same soul-crushing worry for him. Instead, they had held a needy lust. Could you blame yourself? It had been twelve hours. Shuichi let out a quiet startled noise as you started dragging him to the couch, he did nothing but let you; too tired to ask what you were doing despite having the sneaking suspicion he already knew. No one can overlook a stare like that; you’d have to be blind to. 

Pushing him onto the couch with little effort, he watched with intrigued eyes as you got to your knees and sat in between his knees, your own gaze locking onto his as you lowered yourself to the point where you had to crane your neck to properly see his pretty, flushed face. 

Golden eyes flashed in need, small whines spilling from his trembling lips as he slightly parted his thighs for you to drag your fingers further up into. “You worked all day, Shuichi… C’mon, just a taste?” You looked up at him, doe eyes pleading and tongue swiping across your bottom lip entrancingly, as Shuichi’s golden eyes followed the glistening muscle. He could already imagine your tongue swirling around the tip of his— 

“A-a little… A little taste. Please.” Ten hours of neglect, and the craving for his musk only augmented with each agonizing second that passed by. His eyes widened at the sultry tone you equipped; had he really worked so long to the point you were on your knees for him? “I...”

Yes, yes he had. It had been twelve hours, and you were worried sick. Not only that, the poor boy looked so tense and stressed, it had given you the urge to just strap him to the bed and force him to sleep, and nothing else. Knowing him, he wouldn’t have allowed himself the proper amount of hours of sleep, and food he needed to stay alive.

A part of him didn’t want to take advantage of your state, but a part of him already knew you wouldn’t let up until you got what you wanted; it’s not like he detested the idea of getting sucked off. “O-okay.”

He let out a small gasp as he felt you suddenly play with the zipper of his pants, your fingers ‘accidentally’ brushing against the growing erection he hadn’t noticed he had. You watched him carefully, fighting the urge to laugh as he arched his back against the couch; you didn’t want to embarrass him, you simply wanted to help him de-stress. 

Deciding you’d focus more on him than your own sadistic desires, you quickly halted your teasing and zipped open his fly, wasting no time to reach down the waistband of his navy blue boxers and pin-striped pants, erupting a gasp from him as he hadn’t been expecting it to escalate so fast.

Gingerly, you pulled out the hardening cock that seemed to twitch in your hold, only causing you to smile at the cute reaction. Though Shuichi’s facial expression had been incomparable to his cock. You had barely down anything to him, and his whole entire face flushed red, a hand already clamped over his mouth that concealed the lip he had been chewing at so aggressively. 

Stroking your thumb over the pretty pink tip of his cock, you cooed at it, already finding yourself craning your neck down to kiss the tip of it, causing Shuichi to jolt up from the light but impactive pressure on the tip of his cock. He found himself getting more alert, differing from his previous state of mind where he had barely been able to register what had been happening at the door.

Tired, lolling eyes from earlier converted into wide, lustfully lidded golden eyes that bore into your own coloured irises. The only difference between the two pairs of eyes had been the soft domineering gaze you set upon the boy who seemed to be putty in your hands and mouth. 

Winking at him, you felt confidence grow in you as you heard him slightly whimper and wine through the futile coverage of his hand over his mouth, and so, with suave, you slid the eager cock into your mouth, tapping it over your lips and tongue before deciding to suck the entire thing in, in one go. The near-scream Shuichi emitted definitely helped you take the entirety of him inside your mouth. 

You let out a small hiccup as you felt him throbbing in your throat, eyes wide and nose deep in the base of his shaft as your lips had almost been able to kiss the base of his cock. Keyword; almost.

With tear-filled eyes, you moaned onto his cock that only seemed to fit in half of your mouth before you started gagging. The small choked gasps from your side seemed to be in earshot of Shuichi, as he reached down to check on you- his hand was caught mid-way as you took a deep breath through your nose and fit the rest of his length down your throat. At this point, tears had been falling down your face uncontrollably, and you had been too busy massaging the base of his cock and balls to try and wipe them off.

“S-S/o— Y-you shouldn’t- F-fuck, I’m already so close, please don’t stop…!” He whined in a broken voice, head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he practically heaved out pants against the couch behind him. You felt your own thighs tremble as you heard him lose character, cussing; something you didn’t know he’d ever do. It sounded foreign in his voice, but was it strange that you actually liked how it sounded?

Moans and pleas spilled out of his drooling mouth like a running faucet; he noticed it only seemed to egg you on, in which, he wasn’t sure he liked or feared. He was highly certain he wouldn’t be able to last long—the thought hit him like an 80-pound brick as you dragged your tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock. “Hhnn- Ah—!” He let out an embarrassingly high moan, though he didn’t seem to care enough to tend to the humiliation, as he had currently been occupying his mind with the fact you had been sucking him off and sucking him off good.

His neck and thighs twitched as he writhed, not able to hold back the urge to pull your hair as he felt like he was going to lose it if he didn’t. Reaching down quickly, he yanked your hair upwards, in a force that didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It seems, even during moments like these he was always gentle with you. 

Rewarding him for the action, you hummed muffled praises he couldn’t hear, but could definitely feel the effect of it against his cock. Vibrations shot up from between his legs to up the trail of his spine, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. 

You felt his clammy hand that had kept hold of your hair, push you down onto his length roughly, causing you to stifle a surprised choke as you felt his tip hit the very back of your throat. “S-Shui—” You couldn’t even say half his name properly. 

With tears streaming down your face, you shut yourself up and took it, bobbing your head up and down faster—to which he rewarded you with shaky, blissful sobs. God, did you wish you could see his expression right now. 

At the thought, your slightly red eyes darted up to his face, which seemed to be staring right back at you with his own tear-brimmed gaze. “S-S/o...!” He whined out, a few stray tears falling as he felt his climax approach him. Throwing his head back, you lost sight of his flushed, slobbering face as he rested the back of his neck against the couch. 

“Close..! Close! Hah- Hnngg! Please, I need to- to—!” Shuichi cut himself off, mouth contorting into an ‘O’ shape as he tensed his thighs underneath your clawed grip, feeling his well-deserved orgasm finally hit him. You suctioned your mouth around his length especially hard, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him pulsating against the walls of your sore throat.

You could feel the milky white, nearly translucent cum shoot down your throat and, as you usually do, you let it slip down your throat with no complaints—and it wasn’t as if you could try spitting it out; Shuichi’s cock had been so far down your throat, he had been practically been shooting it directly down your throat, giving you no chance to swallow. 

You felt his cock shudder, twitch and go flaccid in your mouth; so with a final drag of your lips, you trapped any leftover semen within the insides of your lips and licked whatever had escaped the bindings of your aching mouth. Shuichi remained heaving against the couch, his hand that had previously been holding onto your hair with a death-grip, weakened and dropped to the side of your face.

Bringing his head back down from the thrown back position on the couch, he stared down at you who had still been seated between his legs, your cheek resting against his thigh as you watched him with a soft and infatuated gaze. After such a feat, to look at him like that; he felt like he was on cloud 9. He truly wondered what he had done to deserve a blow job like that, and someone like you to give him such a thing after neglecting you for twelve hours, he felt terrible for you yet also fortunate to have you. His gaze, despite still fucked-out and slightly mind-blown, held worry for you. 

With his already red face going even more crimson, he brought his hand down to the side of your head to stroke your face tenderly. Still heaving out pants, he stuttered out quiet words of gratification, “... T-thank you. For that.” To which you only grinned cheekily at, head turning to gently nibble and kiss at the inside of his thigh, causing a small yelp to erupt from him. 

Your hand gripped onto his thigh, making sure to immobilize him and his squirming as you sucked a hickey onto his thigh. “Hh-!” Shuichi could only whimper at the pressure, his free hand going up to wipe away the tears that formed from earlier, and the ones that had been forming currently. 

[sxlver-sweet]

Chuuya would be the type of guys to pour his wine all over your naked body and lick it. He's just so thirsty and you and wine are his favourite things in the world. It would be a Friday night; he would take his Saturday off. His goal is to get drunk only with the wine on your body. He doesn't care how many times you cum -because obviously he would pour a lot of it on your pussy- and just... get tipsy like that. He would use his ability to prevent you from moving too, because he doesn't want you to make the wine fall, it would be a waste. :(

Akutagawa (senpai) would be the type of guys to be so fucking cold with you but he's just so needy at the end of the day. He would scold you if you did something wrong on a mission, and you would feel so bad but the way he fucks you late at night shows how your work doesn't matter when it comes to you & him. He would definitely use Rashomon too, taking advantage of your dazed state to make it nibble at your clit when he's deep inside you.

Dazai... yes bondage. I'm sure he's 100% into exhibitionism too. He's such a tease and never seems serious so you keep playing with him because your boy won't do anything to you, all jokes right? He would wait for everyone to leave the office, and would tie you in your chair, your legs parted wide enough for him to be at ease between them. You would stress so much because it wasn't uncommon for Kunikida to come back at night :( but Dazai couldn't care less so he's slowly fucking you, your moans so loud it makes him shiver. The day after you don't understand why but Kunikida is all red whenever you're around. Little did you know..., he never left the night before.

yes yes yes yes yes YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

ONCE AGAIN, I BARELY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS’ PERSONALITIES SKCKFKA IM ONLY LIKE 9 OR 10 EPISODES IN. PLEASE BEAR WITH MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE AND THEREFORE OOC WRITING.

CHUUYA'S HAS ME SCREAMING. he would start out by slowly tipping the bottle over your chest, lips quirked into a satisfied smirk as he presses your tits together to let the wine coalesce and trickle down your cleavage. quelling the urge to lick it off your skin as soon as possible, he'd flatten his tongue against your soft flesh, gazing directly into your eyes as he laps up the garnet stream trickling down the valley of your breasts. his self-restraint wouldn't be nearly as stable watching the wine drip off your clit and dribble down your slit to pool on the marble counter he has you perched upon. head buzzing from the alcohol he licked off your chest and from the view of his perfect girlfriend so exposed before him, he's sloppy as he slurps the wine off your cunt. his tie is stuffed in your mouth to silence your whines, his ability paralyzing your muscles so that the impulsive twitches of your body don't accidentally cause the wine to run off your skin before he can lick it up. the only proof you have that he’s acknowledged your muffled sobs of overstimulation are the hands smoothing over your calves and the soft kisses he occasionally breaks away to place just below your belly button—small signs of reassurance that he understands your jumbled pleas but is going to indulge himself just a little bit more before he allows you to rest.

the only reason AKUTAGAWA is so hard on you is because he’s already witnessed his fair share of death and doesn’t want you to experience an untimely end. but… his eyes are just so cold and unforgiving when he chastises you that you have to actively fight the compulsion to wither beneath his gaze. you always feel as if you’ve disappointed him, and the mere thought gnaws away at your chest. that’s why you get so emotional when he makes love to you at night, both of your bodies entangled and his head buried in the crook of your neck as he thrusts deeply into you. sometimes, tears of guilt well up in your eyes at the unconditional passion communicated through his ministrations despite you having fallen short of his expectations. sometimes, flames of indignation swell in your chest at the idea of him having the audacity to be so intimate with you after having held you at an icy distance a few hours prior. but, no matter how you may feel, you know that he cares for you and simply cannot afford to jeopardize his reputation for the sake of preserving your feelings. if the throaty groans frequently asking you how you feel aren’t enough proof, then surely the unmistakable reverence harbored within his dark eyes as he caresses your cheek with a tentative, feather-light touch is suitable evidence. it’s why you never reject him, why you loop your arms around his neck and whisper that you love him, why you let him melt into you each and every night. you know he loves you, and a few mistakes aren’t going to change that.

I’M CURRENTLY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH AT DAZAI’S PART WAIT WAIT WAIT I’M GONNA WRITE A FIC FOR IT INSTEAD OF JUST A LITTLE DRABBLE HOLD ON GIVE ME SOME TIME. I TRIED THE DRABBLE BUT THE WORDS JUST KEPT COMING FNKDSLFHIKZ

[harryspet]

off to the races (2) s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, bondage, a hint of peter x reader, toxic/abusive relationship, hella angst, little editing 

A/N: im mentally shutting down because of school but at least i have mob!steve :)

In which you don’t want to be Daddy’s secret anymore.

word count: 3.5k

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“Woah, dude, your room is awesome. Awe, you have all the good movies. I haven’t seen The Jungle Book in forever!” 

“Peter, look!” You waved him over to the window, ignoring his astonishment for the paradise Steve had created for you. Peter stood there dumbly for a moment before walking over to the window beside your bed. 

You heard the loud whirring of helicopter spinning blades echoing through the room even with the window closed. It was landing in the field behind the manor and you were questioning why Steve was making such a grand entrance today. You’d been stuck in this house for three weeks now and nothing this exciting had happened yet, “Who’s helicopter is that?” You looked back at Peter who’d crossed his arm nervously. 

“Uhm … probably … maybe-” You scoffed, before looking back at the view. The helicopter was a sleek, black color and, as you narrowed, your eyes could make out some words written in gold. 

“Stuh …. Stark …. Industries. Stark Industries,” You were calm as you took in the info before the realization hit you, “Stark Industries! Is Tony Stark here? Holy …. pancakes.”

Peter smiled, seemingly amused by your excitement, “Pancakes?”

“Steve doesn’t like it when I-” You stopped yourself from explaining, realizing there was a bigger situation at hand, “We have to go check things out. Get a closer look!”

“No way,” Peter shook his head, “I’m here to make sure you stay in this room.”

You rolled your eyes, “So Tony Stark must be here then, right?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Peter pressed his lips together like he was struggling to hold in all the secrets he knew. 

“How the hell does Steve know Tony Stark? Stark is dirty too? I should’ve known … flipping rich people.”

“Flipping?”

You took a step toward him and despite the fact you were wearing a pair of fairy wings, he still seemed intimidated by you, “What do you want, huh? A raise?”

“Uhm … I don’t think you can do that … can you?”

“Of course I can. Steve is wrapped around my finger.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow, “But he’s Steve Rogers …”

“Look around this room for goodness sake! He does anything I want. If I tell him all about how you’re a great worker, how you’re a good friend to me, he’ll surely be appreciative. Might even give you a promotion and maybe you won't have to play babysitter anymore.”

He considers it just for a moment, “If he does anything you want then why are you locked in this house?”

“Fine, fine, so I don’t have complete control but I have some. I could be helpful to you in the future!” 

“Y/N, if something went wrong he’d probably chop me up into little pieces and send them to my Aunt. Or he’d chop up my aunt and make me watch … depends on the kinda mood he’s in.”

You stared back at him, trying not to let the look on your face falter, “ … I’ll give you my movie collection?” 

“I’m sorry but-”

“It’s my birthday soon?”

“I can’t,” Peter stated, sighing, “I’ve got pressure on me right now, and things have to go right tonight. It’s like a huge deal. I never get to go to stuff and the party is-” He stopped his rambling when he realized he’d said too much. 

“Party?” Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. He turned away from you, eyes wide, and made his way to the door. Of course, you chased after him, placing yourself between him and the door, “What party?”

“Please move,” Peter begged, “I really can’t talk about it.”

“I won’t say anything, I promise!” You were the one begging now, “He doesn’t tell me anything at all. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? I’ll do everything you say, I won’t try anything, I just want to know what's going on …. please?”

“Steve can’t know,” You nodded eagerly and he finally gave in, probably because of your spectacular puppy dog eyes, “Tony Stark is having a party tonight, that’s where Steve’s going, and most of us are going to. A pretty important deal is happening.”

“Why doesn’t Steve want me to go?” You frowned a bit.

“I don’t think he wants anybody to know about you, to keep you safe, that kind of thing.”

“Right,” You nodded, “Even if I go crazy while he does that.”

Peter looked sympathetic, “I’m sorry.”

“I know this thing with me and Steve is not ordinary but is it crazy of me to not want to be a secret? Even after everything …”

You could tell Peter wasn’t expecting a deep question nor did he expect you’d confide in him, “I don’t think so,” Peter was trying to understand, you could see it in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure, “Obviously … you - uhm - care about him. I wouldn’t want to be the secret of someone I care about.”

He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him. Unsure if he could hug you back, he awkwardly patted your shoulder which made you giggle, “Can I paint your nails?”

“What? No.”

“I have colors that aren’t girly.” “Hmm … can you do cool stuff like the shapes and sparkles?”

“Of course,” You smiled, “Step into my salon.”

+

“I didn’t get my sticker this week,” You bounced back from your toes to your heels, watching Steve as he got ready in his closet. He was fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it was absolutely perfect, along with the rest of the look. Freshly trimmed beard and an aftershave that smells intoxicating. He smelt like money and looked like it too. That’s probably exactly how you would want to look in front of Tony Stark. 

“You skipped dinner two days in a row, doll.”

You were frowning but it wasn’t like he was focused on you anyways, “But I did better after that,” You whined.

“I know, baby, you can try again next week.”

“Maybe if you were here then I wouldn’t have missed it,” You whispered, playing with your fingernails, “But I’m stuck here and you get to go out and have your fun.”

“Have my fun?” He questioned, buttoning up his jacket. 

“You get home so late … I’m sure you go to your clubs, booze it up and talk to girls.”

He chuckled a bit, “You think I’m flirting with other women?”

“I don’t think, I know,” You leaned against the doorway, “You’re a guy, aren’t you? That’s what you do.”

He finally turned to you, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was as handsome as ever, like a movie star, “Doll, my days are long because I’m traveling from here to the city every day. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you. There isn’t and never will be anyone who I’d rather do that with.” 

As he came closer, you knew he was going to lift you into his arms. Ever since he took you from the club and you sobbed into his shoulders, you’d find solace in his arms. Even if his hands were causing your hurting, they still felt warm and loving, “You don’t mean that,” You whispered, muffled against his shoulder. 

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Take me with you,” You said and you felt him stiffen. 

“It’s not safe,” He tried to explain. 

“Are you embarrassed by me?” 

“No, no,” He rushed out, carrying you out of the closet and into the bedroom. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because of what I do, what I used to do-”

“No, Y/N. I’ve never felt that way,” His tone was more concerned that it ever had been before, “Look at me, please?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head. You hated that you were feeling jealous or inadequate, “You took care of yourself all these years and I know you still can,” He continued, “Let me protect you now.”

“I’m not a baby.”

Steve could sense the small bit of pride still left in you and decided not to push you on it anymore, “Could’ve fooled me,” Steve smiled slightly, bouncing you in his arms, “Let me tuck you in, grumpy.”

“The sun just set!” 

“It wasn’t actually a request,” He was already carrying you away. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” You resisted, “Can I sleep in here? I’ll go to sleep right away, I promise.”Steve stopped, thinking it over for a moment, “I like that the … sheets smell like you, Daddy,” You added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fully a lie but you had other motives for not wanting to go back to your room. For one, your room locked from the outside and his didn’t. Besides that, you were almost sure that one of your stuffed bears had a camera inside its eye. 

Steve tucked you into his california king-sized bed that night and watched you fall asleep until it was time for him to go. You felt the kiss he pressed to your forehead and, for a brief moment, you thought about changing your plans. 

That feeling didn’t last long. 

+

For such an expensive car, you thought your ride would be a lot smoother and much more comfortable. Turns out, hiding in any trunk, no matter how luxurious, behind big boxes of unknown items, was not a pleasant experience. An hour into the drive, you finally decided that you’d had enough and you needed to get the feeling back into your limbs. Besides that, you needed to check and make sure that your hair and makeup stayed in place. 

When you climbed over the seat from the trunk to the backseat, the car instantly swerved before the driver corrected its path, “Y/N, holy shit!” Peter shouted, obviously frightened out of his mind but you were focused on making sure all the layers of your dress made it safely back into their places, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, calm down,” You said, looking at him through the rearview, “Just keep driving.”

“Are you out of your mind? If Steve sees you he’s going flip his shit!” 

“Peter, you okay in there, kid?” You heard Bucky’s staticky voice over Peter’s radio. The younger man picked it up and answered, his eyes still focused on you. 

You placed a finger over your lips and Peter gave you a death stare, “Yeah, I’m fine … I thought I saw a squirrel.”

A caravan of three cars surrounded Steve’s car as they all drove down this dark, winding road that you assumed would lead to Tony Stark’s mansion, “Did you not comprehend a single word I said?” Peter shouted, “Do you want me to get killed?”

“This is my problem,” You said, “Steve will know that you had nothing to do with it, I promise. But tonight is going to go super well so it won’t even matter. Steve is going to see me and realize he’s crazy not to show me off and then we’re going to go to the party and I’m going to charm everyone with my personality which is going to make him a ton of friends and even more money. Everyone wins.”

Peter was shaking his head the entire time as he listened to your rambling,  “Y/N, I understand that you want to be more to Steve and you don’t want to be in the dark but this isn’t the way! This isn’t some charity event or some art gala, these are dangerous people.”

“But Tony Stark-”

“Is as dirty as it gets,” Your heart began to race a bit, “And Steve cannot just let everyone know his biggest weakness, even if they are his allies.”

His biggest weakness. 

Suddenly, your mind was racing with thoughts of moments with Steve. Meeting him, going on your first dates, the hotel meetings, and the passionate kisses that always left you feeling like he felt more about you than he admitted. You never saw yourself as his weakness. 

I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. 

When you snapped out of your trance, Peter had his walkie-talkie pressed to his chin, “Guys, uhm, we have a stowaway,” You slumped back in your seat, and when the car eventually came to a stop, you wished you were still tucked away in Steve’s bed. You think Peter was calling your name, probably apologizing and telling you how he had to follow orders but, honestly, you had tuned him out, “I-I don’t know …. I thought I checked everything …”

Your dress was adorable too, covered in pastels, while still remaining elegant. You imagined Steve's heart with flutter at the sight of you, instead, he was fuming. He was always so stoic, so full of composure, that the change frightened you. He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you from the backseat, and slamming the door shut. Pressed against the car, you looked into those blue-green eyes that were anything except nice. 

“I didn’t mean to for all this,” Was all you could muster up the courage to say, “I just wanted to come with you-”

He shushed you before you got your words out, “We’ll talk about it later.”

You wished he would just yell at you now. He could bend you over right now and you’d prefer that over his silence and the obvious disappointment in his tone, “Later? But-” He pulled you away from the car and you stumbled in your heels as he pulled you along the dark road. 

He brought you towards the last car in the caravan and Sam stepped out from behind it, closing the trunk, before handing something shiny to Steve, “What are you doing?” You asked shakily, the cold wind of the night blowing your dress. 

“Turn around, face the car,” He ordered you and you feared whatever punishment you were about to receive would be worse if you disobeyed him. Slowly, you turned around and he wasted no time grabbing your wrist. You heard the metal click of handcuffs as they tightened around your wrist. You felt his strong hands on your waist and, as he lifted your dress, you assumed the worst. Your panties slipped down and as Steve lowered himself with them. 

“Steve, please talk to me?”

To your surprise, as you stepped out of your underwear, you felt the click of metal around your ankles. When he stood back up, he grabbed your arm again, pulling you back so you were pressed against his chest, “Daddy will deal with you later,” His breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, “Don’t worry, doll … open your mouth.”

“If you just let me explain-”

You weren’t sure why you even wanted to. He left your brain scrambled and wondering why you even did the things that you did. 

“I won’t ask you again.”

Your lips parted and you realized he was forcing your panties into your mouth. The next thing that you knew, you were lying in the back seat of that car, your wrist hogtied to your ankles. And you thought sitting in the trunk would be uncomfortable. You were struggling and calling out for him and, as you expected, you were ignored. 

“Get her back as fast as you can. I’ll keep things short with Stark,” Were the last words you heard before the door shut close and all your screaming was muffled. 

+

You weren’t sure at which point you’d fallen asleep. As you laid there tied up, you thought a lot about him since there was nothing else to think about. You weren’t sure how he could love you and be so cruel at the same time.  

That next morning, you awoke to sore limbs and makeup staining your pillow. Even though the car ride back was hell, you knew your punishment wasn’t over. You debated even getting out of bed, knowing what was to come. 

You finally mustered the energy to clean yourself up, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. When you stepped back into your room, you were taken aback by what was sitting in the middle of your room. A giant, life-size brown bear was happily perched before your bed, holding balloons and a Tiffany’s gift bag. 

It was exactly the opposite of what you were expecting today. You approached it cautiously, decided to sit and open up the present. You handled the bag carefully, finding an elegant white card sitting inside. 

For my favorite girl on her birthday.

Love, Daddy. 

You sighed, knowing he probably picked all of this out before you betrayed him and probably ruined any sort of trust he had between you. You hadn’t even realized it was your birthday which was probably due to the fact that you had no phone or any contact with the outside world. There was also a jewelry box inside, a gorgeous, rose-gold tennis bracelet inside. 

As you snapped it around your wrist, covering your bruises, you promised not to ask how much it cost. It would probably make you feel even worse about yesterday. 

You finished getting dressed, deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. You found Steve sitting at a table out by the pool, reading through a newspaper like a grandpa. It seemed like he was expecting you because there were pancakes and eggs waiting on the table, “Morning,” You greeted awkwardly. 

“Good morning, doll. Happy Birthday,” He responded, his eyes still focused on the newspaper. 

“Thanks,” Taking a seat in front of him, you instantly moved to grab the syrup, but the rings on his finger caught your attention. Below, you could see his knuckles were red and purple, bruised like he’d been punching something … or someone. “Your hands …” 

He folded his newspaper, taking a look at them himself. It didn’t seem to faze him as he folded them on his stomach, leaning back in his chair, “Your wrist,” He changed the subject and you wondered if he was amused by the fear in your eyes, “Do you like my gift?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful, I love it … thank you,” Your mind was elsewhere, “What happened to your hands? Is that from last night?”

“Last night is a blur. I was so angry after your little stunt, I had to have a few drinks to even get through the rest of the night.”

“Really?” You tried to hold in your scoff, “You seem very chipper today.”

“Only because I get to see your beautiful face,” He countered, smirking. 

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What did you do?”

“That’s a broad question-”

“Did you hurt him?”

“Him?” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You mean Peter? I thought about it … I’m still thinking about it actually. If he was smarter, yesterday would have never happened but you must’ve been pretty convincing. Poor kid, he probably thought you liked him.”

“None of it was his fault! I-I was just being stupid, I was using him and he was just trying to be a good guy. Steve, please.”

“If I did, you would probably start to actually listen. You’d never try one of those crazy stunts ever again-”

“I will listen! No more stunts, I’ll be an angel from now on,” You stood up from your chair, moving around the table, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. Peter tried to tell me that and I should’ve listened.” You grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“That’s all I want,” He added sincerely and you nodded. 

“I’ll pinky promise,” With your other hand, you held out your pinky. You thought Peter would be your way out but, here you were, begging to stay in order to keep him alive. Your pinkies wrapped around each other and you climbed into his lap. You kissed the sides of his mouth before kissing his lips. 

“Soon, we’ll take a trip together, I know you’re itching to get away.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You kissed his lips again, “Your hands … what actually happened?”

“Punching bag,” He easily explained although you were expecting a tale of horror. Holding his hand, you brought his fist to your lips, kissing them gently, “That probably wouldn’t have happened a year ago … I think you make me more gentle.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think? Turning a beast into a prince.”

“For some reason, I have faith in you.”

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“Peter!” You perked up as soon as he entered the living room, not realizing how grateful to see that he was still in one piece. Sam, Bucky, and Steve seemed to exchange confused glances from their places on the couch. 

Peter seemed baffled as well, “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No, we’re about to watch Coco. Wanna join?”

“There’s popcorn,” Sam added, stuffing his face.

“And cookies,” Bucky chimed in. 

Peter smiled, unsure, as he looked to Steve for permission, “Join us, son.”

“Awesome,” Peter clapped, making his way over to the couch, “This one always makes me cry.”

“Y/N, I thought you said this one wasn’t sad,” Bucky eyed you. You shrugged, snuggling yourself further into Steve’s side. You tried to hide a mischievous smile and act like you weren’t hoping to see three grown men tear up from a Disney movie. 

“Okay, press play,” You tapped Steve’s chest and he raised the remote. 

“Wait,” Steve paused, “Are all three of your nails painted?”

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i’m thinking maybe i’ll make a christmas themed part 3, we shall see :)

[domthedevil]

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

Last but not least!

Be Gentle pt 7

Warnings: Lucifer x afab!mc, loss of virginity, light dacryphillia

Whatever he had walked in to was unpleasant. A bunch of idiots scrambling over themselves - over you. Well, they were always doing that. But this time it was even stupider. A bet over your first sexual experience was simply juvenile. At least that’s what he told everyone before breaking everyone up. Regaining the minimum amount of order he was going to get, Lucifer reminded everyone that you weren’t a toy.

That this arrangement between all of them could only suffer from their bickering. And lord Diavolo forbid you actually overheard them. Shooing everyone out of his study finally, Lucifer sighed as he enjoyed the warmth from his fireplace. What were you doing right now? he wondered. Who were you thinking about?

A soft knock broke this concentration. He turned to see you shyly tapping on the door frame. His proud smile graced his lips as he admired you from slightly afar. It was nerve wracking to meet his gaze, you already felt the butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey...” he could tell something was off. But humored you nonetheless.

“What can I do for you MC?”

With a nervous stride, you made your way over to the small sofa Lucifer had sat in. The fire was warm enough to hide the heat already burning across your face. Lucifer looked so good in the low light of the fire in his dark study. The way his clothes were casually worn in made him look comfortable. Though the buttons by his collar were very distracting, you did come for a reason.

“Well...I’ve been wanting ask...”

The smile never faded from his graceful features as you spoke, only a slight tinge of pink linger on the corners of his cheeks. It was embarrassing. Seeing his smug look while being so vulnerable made you nervous all over again. However; when his arm wrapped around you to bring you closer to him, your nerves eased.

“I have no words to say...I only want to show you my love now. If you’re ready.”

Your small nod and loving eyes made his heart pound. He was proud of you. And he was going to make sure you were treated the way you deserved. Though it’d be a lie if he wasn’t a little excited to see you take him for the first time. Taking his gloves off and leaving his coat behind, Lucifer guided you over to his room. A bed was a much better place for this than a study. He by no means rushed you there, but it only felt like a few steps away when he placed his hand on your lower back.

You nibbled your bottom lip as you waited on his mattress. He went to his closet to set aside something for you to wear later. You thought it strange until he sat back down next to you. The lustful haze in his eyes was intoxicating. Maybe you weren’t going to make it back to your room....

Deeply kissing you, Lucifer leaned against you until you rested on your back. Your palms braced against his broad chest, helping you stay slightly grounded. Addictive kiss after kiss, your whole body was growing warm. But you needed more. More of his lips. Taking him off guard, you bit his lower lip gently. As he parted his lips, no doubt to tease you, you took over his tongue. Using every bit of skill you had to kiss him back. You heard the deep moan Lucifer tried to keep from escaping. You noticed his cheeks were growing redder.

“Hmph. You’re trying to boss me around then?”

“I just wanted...more.” Your shy and aroused expression made his cock twitch with excitement.

“Don’t make that face...” his hand gently cupped your cheeks as he brought his face closer to yours. “...for anyone else but me.” Closing the distance, Lucifer’s soft lips pressed against yours. Sliding his hands under your clothing, he made quick work of any buttons or zippers or hooks that housed you. Gentle touches grazed your bare skin as he sat you on his lap to face him. That same handsome smirk glued to his face again, he made sure you were looking right at him as his hands squeezed your ass. The soft flesh being squeezed so suddenly made you jump.

Extending your neck to look behind you, Lucifer took the chance to kiss and lick at your exposed skin. A shiver ran through you as he continued, freeing one of his hands to tease at your erect nipples. You sighed with pleasure as he seemed to touch all of you at once. His fingers pinched and twisted methodically. Lucifer’s fingers were magical. Meanwhile his other digits played with your entrance from behind. He could feel how wet you were.

“Do you always get this way when we kiss?” His whisper was hot against your damp neck, now covered in small hickies and bite marks. A small sound in the affirmative made Lucifer chuckle lowly. “Let your voice out...I need to hear you.”

Moving so you were below him on the mattress, he made a show of taking his shirt off. Your hips jerked against his as you grew impatient. Again with a low, seductive chuckle, the demon of pride tossed his shirt aside to return to you. Placing kisses up and down your bare body, Lucifer ever so gently teased your burning skin. You told him how much you loved him. His poetic responses only made your heart race faster. Lucifer never seemed to be lost for words, at least not for long.You felt a long finger ease inside you as Lucifer watched you from above. Another long curved finger followed soon after. His thumb pressed against your clit as he brought his fingers in and out of your tight warmth. Each little whimper made Lucifer move faster. He loved this needy state you were in.

“It’s t-tight.”

“You are. But don’t worry. I’m going to be gentle.” His fingers picked up speed as he spoke. “I’m going to show you how love is suppose to feel.”

Your loud panting and struggled moans made Lucifer throb in his pants. Your fingers were left to grip the sheets under you. The sight of you so helplessly squirming with his fingers in you was making him grow needier as well. Soon his fingers worked in a scissoring motion. Giving your nipples a hard suck and a rough bite he pulled his fingers away, licking them clean of your essence.

“I want you Lucifer. Please.” You couldn’t contain it anymore. You felt like your body was going crazy with desire. Without a word he stood to remove the last of his clothing. You sighed with lust as you admired his cock. Long and hard, girthy and wide, Lucifer was more than impressive. A little intimidating. He pumped his member as you kept eyeing him. Of course he was proud of his body. Seeing no hesitation in your eyes, Lucifer joined you on the bed once more. Spreading your legs with a warm touch. His soft hands only guided your thighs to do as he pleased.

“MC, tell me if it’s too much.”

The firm tip of his dick pressed into you. Though he had helped prepare you, he could feel the tight grip around him. Lucifer moved so that he could kiss you gently, trying to ease the sharp pain that tore through you a moment. Warm tears pearled and fell while your muffled moans vibrated against his lips. Once fully inside, he pulled his face away to look at you.

Your tear stained cheeks and quivering brow did something to him. Seeing your face twist with pleasure and pain made his cock twitch again. Your legs pressed against his sides as you felt his member move slightly, a small moan slipping from you. Brushing your tears aside with his thumb, he made a show of licking his finger clean. His lips trailed from the corners of your eyes down the trail your tears had left. The comforting sensation eased you. Your body relaxed and flexed around him until you grew accustomed to the feeling of fullness.

“Are you ready?” Lucifer whispered quietly against your bruised lips. Your nod was followed by your hips moving against him slightly. “Hmph. So enthusiastic.”

Rocking his hips in long and slow waves, Lucifer’s breathing grew heavy as your warmth sucked him deeper inside you. Your own moans were breathy and shook each time his cock moved. Holding his shoulders, your nails dug into his soft skin as he rocked into you harder. His pace was even, but his words were not. Quietly saying your name as he tried to suppress any loud moans.

Lucifer’s large hands gripped at your hips as he snapped his hips into you. Your whole body felt each aftershock, making your core tight and hot. Though he picked up his intensity quickly, he was still able to watch you for any discomfort. Though he quietly wished to see one more tear fall from your erotic face. Your eyes were closed as a heat between your legs began growing hotter.

“L-Lucifer...” Your whine made him smile sadistically.

“MC...”

“You’re so big. Im so full.”

Not expecting to hear you say something so arousing, he had to halt his hips from pounding into you without warning.

“Hearing that only makes me want to make you cry again.”

“Y-you can...it feels so good I don’t want to stop.”

Holding your wrists above your head, helping him gain even more leverage inside you, Lucifer moved in and out of you mercilessly. Your loud moans mixed with his low groans filled the room. There were parts of you that you hadn’t discovered yet, and Lucifer was touching each one with ease. His burning gaze held yours captive as he moved. His face was flush and red, but scanned your every reaction to learn how to move. The tip of his cock pressed a soft spot inside you, making your brow furrowed and your voice crack. Those same tears formed again as the pressure grew intense.

“Cry for me MC...” he bit and nibbled at your neck as your orgasm grew faster and hotter with each thrust. Letting the small tears drift over the edge of your eyes and a small sob escape you, Lucifer moaned against your neck. Loving every memory he was making with you.

“I’m close. L-Lucifer. Hold me.”

Releasing your wrists, the eldest tightly pressed you against him and buried his face into your neck. Your own arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers tangling with his raven hair. Pulling his locks as your core finally released. A moan struggled from your throat as your walls wrapped around him. Lucifer had to stop moving, trapped by the sweet warmth inside you.

Groaning loudly, Lucifer pushed into you further as his own release fell with yours. You could feel how hot his cum was. How warm your whole body was as he separated from you. Panting together, out of breath momentarily, Lucifer scanned your languid form for any cause for concern. But when he was greeted by your beaming smile he relaxed.

“Was that...too much?” He cautiously smiled in case the answer was yes.

“It was...unbelievable.” You happily sighed. “If you can...want to do it again?”

“If I can? Are you the demon now?” Lucifer’s chuckle only quieted once you placed an eager kiss to his lips.

This is a continuation of a request, read more here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Beelzelbub x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Asmodeus x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Mammon x AFAB!MC)

[midday0nightmares]

28 - prove it.

Previous chapter pry on the weak (m).

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

Panicked footsteps echos over  the empty hallway walls, moving closer to you.

“sera..” 

It’s jaemin, his voice is unmistakable.

He crouches down in front of you, you don’t at him, “you ok? What happened?” His voices comes out shaky, maybe it’s guilt. 

Your vision blurs with angry tears, his question infuriating you.

you snap when his hands touch you.. “where the hell were you?” the loaded words cut through your throat, he flinch back when you look at him..

His jacket in his hand, the once neat white button down is now torn open missing a button or two, half of it hanging outside of his trousers. His slicked back hair is now a mess, lipstick stains on the side of his neck, he reeks with a feminine perfume mixed with alcohol.. he stutters unable to speak, adding to your rage.

You stand to your feet, refusing his help, your arms warping around yourself “just open the door..” you mutter insults under your breath while wiping your tears strained checks, he press in the code and let you walk in first keeping his head down..

Once your both inside and the door is closed he calls you, 

“Sera wait” he grab your arm, his hold on you is anything but firm.

“No! You left me.. you were with some other girl while I was ..” the word died in your chest leaving a bitter taste in the back of your throat, a new wave of anger washing over it.

you look down at yourself.. you cry harder, you felt sorry for yourself. he steps closer to you and dares to attempt to hug you, you push him as hard as you can, “you son of a bitch..” You throw one your shoes at him and miss due to your unclear vision..

“ooh my god you’er being crazy now!” He tries to duck down when you throw the other pair at him and you mange to hit him in the stomach, he grunts in pain.

 You launch at him, punching, slapping, scratching whatever you hands can reach of him “was she worth it? Was she better?”,

“stop!” His loud voice would have scared you before, but not anymore. he mange to restrain your hands and shake you but you still keep going if not with your hands then with your mouth, you shout every curse word you know.. 

His eyebrow knot at your meltdown ”stop!’ he shakes you “Who did this? Who was it?” his hands squeezing hard around your wrists almost snapping them, you wince in pain “you’er hurting me! Asshole” you try to kick his leg to free your arms bur he stays unaffected, “tell me who was it?” growls, his face is turning red, veins bulging around his neck.

“oh so now you care? Fuck you!” you retort back. still feeling betrayed, you lean closer into with all the hurt and the anger you seethe “Go back to her” .. 

Sudden silence falls upon you, you tow stand in each other’s face in the a the dark living room that was only lighted by the dimmed city lights, too stubborn to backdown the tension rises as angry pantings coming out of both of you while the muffled music of the soaring party plays in the background.

His hold on your arms loosens as they fall to your sides. a wise person would move away but you don’t, you still stare into his eyes with all the hatred and disgust you feel for him right now, he doesn’t look away as well, his hot breathes fan over your face.. 

He steps even closer, his lips almost grazing yours, his hands come to sit on his hips in a challenging stance, obviously ticked off, he shifts his weight to one foot before he speaks, “stop being a crazy jealous whore and tell me who did it?”.

a cynical smile tugs on your lips, “ a crazy jealous whore?” You repeat after him, arms crossing in front of you, not showing any signs of backing down. 

You would have missed the way his eyes squinted if you weren’t that close to him, his eyes scan your face before he speaks again “Unless you wanted it.. “ you were not expecting him to step this low, the accusationary tone catching you off guard.

You can’t tell if he was being serious or he’s saying it to despise you.. non the less, it still cuts deep, deeper than any physical harm you are suffering from, thus rendering you speechless.

He continue, “Walking around like a slut in that skimpy outfit, what were expecting huh?” his voice rising with each word, his confidence was being fulled by your hurt that was showing your face. 

He take one last jab at you, “you probably enjoyed it too” he scuffs and turns around, you stand frozen in your place.

As soon as you regained your ability to breath you fire back with a broken voice, “is that all you got? Quite the a man you are.. a crowd” your heart shatters and you can’t help the pathetic sob from erupting out of you, it seems to have an effect on him as he stops in his place couple of steps away from you. 

“ I loved you but you’er not worth it” you don’t mean it but you force it out of you, as loud and clear as you can,” go back to your sluts that’s where you belong”.

He turns to look at you, a shiver runs down your spine,

“you loved me?” The sarcasm is evident in his voice, although he’s calmer now he’s scaring you.

He comes closer to you, you wipe your tears to clear your vision and sniffle, embracing yourself for what’s about to come, his arm reach to your face, you tried to move away but he was faster, his hand clawing your jaw, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your checks, yanking you closer to him, “you loved me?” He repeats your words to himself. 

your hands desperately wrap around his arm trying ease his hold on your face. “lair” he whispers, the subtle hurt in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed, your heart beats so loud to the point where he could hear it too.

“you are all talk baby” he exhales out a deep breath he was holding.

you swallow the tight knot in your throat and mange a small “no..”, fresh hot tears filling your eyes as you drown in his sad brown orbs.. “I do.. I love you”.

“Prove it” he challenges you.. prove it? How would you prove love to someone? Someone who’s far beyond broken?

You hesitate to speak, baffled by his request, he sense it and in disappointment he withdraw his hand, ignoring your attempts to hold his hand, he looks away. you panic feeling like he was slipping out of your grip. 

“Jaemin .. please”, 

but he turns away shaking his head “get yourself clean up sera, i’ll be back” he walks out the door slamming it shut ending the intense shouting match, somehow you felt at loss, he walked out the door taking a piece of your hat with him.

Dreadful fear sets in, the world starts to crumble around you.

When he comes back less than a hour later, he calls for you but no response. He walks towards his room looking for you but a whimper catches his attention, he gasp when he sees you on the kitchen floor with a knife in your hand, he runs to you taking the sharp object out of your hand, you don’t fight him, since you were done with it.

He shudders when he sees the blood leaking out the self inflicted wounds, his names carved on your left thigh.

“What have you done?” He shout at you but this time it has no anger behind it, the knife drops to the floor as he jumps and brings the kitchen towels roll, he starts ripping them and pressing them your wound to stop the blood loss.

“why did you do it?” He asks again, his voice’s breaking, you keep your head down your body swaying back in forth in silent grief.

He asked you to prove it..

He checks your wounds, he sigh wit relief and thank the gods when he sees them superficial. 

You didn’t notice before but he’s crying, he wipes his nose with his sleeve and pulls you to his chest, he wraps his arms around you tightly holding you like he was trying to glue you back together.

 “don’t ever do that to yourself ever again” 

 “I’m sorry” you pat his back trying to reassure him.

He pulls you away just enough to look at you, he cradles your head in his hands, “no no baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean any of it. I was being a jerk to you Im sorry, forgive me” his thumbs wiping your tears away, he kisses your face multiple times while whispering love confessions to you, “I love you, I love you”.

He brings you back into the safety of his chest, you lean your head onto his shoulder nuzzling his neck, finding solace in his arms.

“whoever did this to you will pay, I promise you” 

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

please please please really rough mean dom george smut please like put in all the kinks you like writing im begging pls 😁😁🤘🏼

His little masterpiece

Since when do I have so many kinks like miss girl-😭🤚🏽 made the warning extra big

I love you for this request, now I can be hardcore without feeling weird

Warning: 18+

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George is a quiet and watchful person, even if many think he’s the copy of his loud and comedic twin Fred. You first noticed that side of him when he asked for your permission to tie you up in bed. From then on he had more requests, he’s mean, spits on you, hits you and fucks you until you can’t cum anymore. But George doesn’t do that because he wants to punish you, no, he just can’t help the sick and twisted urges when he’s in your presence. The moment he sees your pretty face he just wants to consume you, corrupt you. 

„Look at you, so helpless“ George chuckles lowly „I could let anyone in to fuck you and you can‘t do shit. You like that? Is that why you’re clenching your slutty cunt?“

You were tied up, the rough rope digging into the skin of your wrists. George separated your legs with a spreader bar, so you were completely at his mercy. He was sitting on your belly, keeping the weight on his knees as he shoved his wand in and out of you, the long wood hitting your sweet spot with full force. 

“Oh right, you can’t talk. Here” he took the gag out of your mouth “now speak, whore.”

“Anything you want” you gasped “I’d do anything for you!”

George smirked, cooeing at you. “I know and even if you resisted, I wouldn’t care.” He leaned in until your lips rubbed together with every word. “I’d still tie you up and fuck you without asking.” 

You cried out when the wand started to vibrate against your sweet spot and bucked under him. 

„Take it whore.“

You trembled. “George, gonna cum gonna-”

He ripped the wand out, slapping you hard. Once. Twice. You sobbed with the pain and he released you from the restrains to push you on the floor. Holding you down with his foot on your chest, he sneered.

„You should know by now that I don‘t fucking care about your tears!“

He sat down on your chest, pinning your hands above your hand with one of his and shoved his cock in your mouth.

“Since you wanna act like a baby I’ll make you suck my cock. You stupid baby, only here to do as I say. Do you hear me?”

You whimpered and tried to answer, your words coming out muffled as spit escaped the side of your mouth. 

„Use your words don’t just fucking whine“

“Yes George, m’your stupid baby.”

He smiled happily. “That’s right, you’re my stupid slut.”

He shoved his cock back inside of your mouth, moaning loudly when you sucked him. He moved his hips, the way your face flushed with the lack of air made him go faster. His cock was so far down your throat that you gagged, your nails digging into his hands.

„Shut up and suck.“

You screamed when you couldn’t breathe and he leaned back, pulling out enough for you to take a deep breath before he fucked your face, his balls slapping against your chin with every thrust. 

„Ah ah fuck yes“ George threw his head back as he came with a shout, moaning when you choked as you tried to swallow everything. „Drink my cum, there we go..“

He stood up after and you caughed, spilling some of his cum on the floor.

„Filthy slut, you‘re dripping all over the floor.“

He forced your head down and you stuck your tongue out, licking the cum off the floor.

„Good slut, clean up your mess.“

He tugged your head back. „Keep your mouth open.“

Scooping up the cum from your chin he pushed it into your mouth, fingers going far down your throat and you choked, eyes watering. He smiled, biting his slip as he watched you cry but keep your mouth open to please him.

„Good slut, you like my cum?“

You nodded, mouth closing around his fingers as you blinked up at him, sucking them lightly. He groaned taking them out and licked at his own fingers and you nearly came at the filthy sight. His eyes twinkled with lust and mirth.

“You look so pretty on the ground baby, just where you belong, but I have something else planned.”

You sat silently in a trance like state as you waited for further instructions. He straightened up again, pulling a chair infront of the mirror.

„Sit with your legs spread. Let me show you what I see when I make my slut cum.“

You sat down, spreading your legs and truly saw yourself for the first time. God, the sight was so lewd it would make even the kinkiest of the bunch blush and shy away. Your cunt was glistening with your slick, clit swollen and your hole stretched with him fucking you with his wand. Your tits had bite marks all over, lipstick and mascara smeared on your face. You could see Georges dry cum on your throat and chin.

He must have seen you check yourself out and grinned at your dazed expression.

„So pretty aren‘t you“ he murmured „so fucked out. And yet I‘m not done with you.“

He put his wand in your hand. „Put it in as deep as you can.“

Your hands trembled as you pushed the wood in, toes curling when it hit your spot and you took your hands away. The moment you looked up your cheeks flushed and you turned away. Georges brows furrowed and he let out a displeased tut, grabbing your hair tight and forced you to look at yourself.

„Look at yourself baby. See, this is why I‘m so obsessed with you.“ he grinned „Your pretty pussy with my wand? It‘s perfect. You‘re my little masterpiece.“ He was talking about you like your were his greatest creation.

George snapped his fingers and the wand came to life with full force, vibrating against your sweet spot and clit at the same time. You held the sides if the seat, completely blissed out by the reflection in the mirror. George was standing on your left, one hand still in your hair and the other tugged at his cock lazily as he watched you get fucked.

„George“ you gasped, feeling your first orgasm of the night approaching „I‘m gonna cum, please let me!“

He made a thoughtful sound and crouched next to you, hand in your hair forcing you to look into his eyes.

„Did you think I‘d let you cum? Aw, baby.“

You sobbed, one hand gripping his cheek as your pleaded.

„Please“ you cried „please! Anything ah-“

He started to move the wand inside of you without touching it, eyes still trained on yours as he watched your face with utter fascination. A breathless smile adorned his pink lips, pupils dilated.

„Beg louder.“

„Please“ you begged louder, voice breaking.

„What? I can‘t fucking hear you!“ George mocked you, his own voice raising.

„Please George, please!“

„Louder, whore!“

„Ah“ you wailed „Please! Pleaseplease-“

He kissed you deeply and leaned his head on yours, watching you both in the mirror.

„Yeah you gonna cum? Is my baby gonna cum? Yeah? Cum then.“

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream and you convulsed on the chair, wand still deep inside of your cunt.

„Too much! Out, please ah!“

He chuckled taking the wand out and threw it on the floor, kissing the side of your face, not tenderly but possessively.

His hand trailed down your belly towards your pussy, spreading it open to show you your release.

„This is what you look like after I fuck you babygirl.“ he murmured against the skin of your shoulder. „A perfect fucking masterpiece.“

You turned your head to him and he stared at you, taking in your face. An obssessive glint was in his eyes and you knew then and there that George would never let you go. He was in too deep.

„Want your cum in my cunt“ you whispered, giving him a coy smile.

He let out a quiet chuckle. „Insatiable huh? Just like her master.“ You let out a shaky breath at his words, slipping into subspace.

„Present yourself.“

You stood up and knelt on the bed, spreading your knees wide apart. One side of your face was pressed against the matress and you arched your back as low as you could.

He came up behind you, nibbling at the flesh of your thighs, moving his face to your cunt. Flattening his tongue he licked a broad stripe and your legs shook with oversenitivity.

Gathering saliva in his mouth he spit on your hole, for the sole purpose of humiliating you.

„You even let me spit on you. How pathetic.“

Dragging his cock up and down he pushed in slowly, letting you stretch around him. Once he was fully inside he pulled out only to pound you so hard you lost your balance and he had to keep you pressed against him by your shoulders.

„Can‘t even take my cock after begging for my cum? Fucking slut.“

You screamed out when another orgasm approached and pushed back against him. You were clenching so hard that he had trouble moving, groaning with his deep voice.

„Fuck yes take my cum-“ George hissed before he interrupted himself with a loud moan, burrying himself inside of you. You came as well when you felt his hot cum leak out of your cunt and your legs collapsed under your body.

Moments later he pulled out slowly and groaned with satisfaction as he spread your legs to look at you.

„So beautiful.“ he moaned, dipping a finger in and you whimpered. „So fucked out. Your sloppy pussy is full of my cum, just as it always should be.“

He turned you around to smear the cum on your lips and kissed you hard, licking it off. Pulling away his eyes watched you lick your lips.

He smiled possessively. „My little masterpiece.“

[lady-ragnvindr]

BESTIEEE

IT'S DILUCS BIRTHDAY TODAYYYY

(well here in Asia atleast, it's Tom for y'all?)

BUT NEVERTHELESS LEMME REMIND YOU THAT DILUC THINKS THAT YOU ARE THE GREATEST GIFT HE HAS EVER BEEN BLESSED IN HIS WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE SO PLEASE GIVE THE MAN THE LOVE HE NEEDS.

Fr tho, his 18th birthday was the time he lost all his loved ones please, show him that it's never too late to see his birthday in a different light.

Also peg him while your at it HAHAHAHAHAS

-🍷

I FORGOT 😭 HOPEFULLY IM NOT TO LATE

Loss and Hope

Sub!Heartbroken!Diluc x Dom!Caring!F!Reader

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️: angst, fluff and pegging!

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Sitting down his bed, Diluc slowly took off his clothing one by one. The coldness of the room mocked him as he folded his clothes and put them away, grabbing the nightclothes for tonight. The loneliness slowly started to creep up his spine as he laid down the bed, a sudden heartache was felt on his chest.

It was his birthday.

A day supposedly full of happiness of joy, a new day of living. So they say. But for him, it was a constant reminder of what he had lost.

A fathers dying breath and a brother's last words of betrayal.

He remembered vividly the day, the pain, the anger, the betrayal. But to others, they didn't. Not there fault of course, they didnt had the burden he carried on his shoulder. They didn't see what he had seen. They didn't feel what he had felt. Sorrow.

Everytime someone looked at him, a bright smile on their faces and with it accompanied the words 'Happy Birthday!', he could only nod in thanks and move on with his day. A facade, a mask built from pain.

That was in the outside.

In the inside, a child surrounded by flames cried. Holding the curse of his loss.

Diluc felt tears starting to form, his heart barely holding the pieces of his weakened heart. He curled himself into a ball, and finally the dam broke.

"Father!"

"You traitor!"

The voices echoed in his head, the fault and loss were too loud. That even your voice, as you called him out, couldn't reach him.

After arriving to your home, you had decided to surprise him. Noted that he would soon be headed to bed as usual at this time of day. Soon you had come to realize that tonight wasnt the case.

Hearing the soft sobs and whimpers of your love, your quickly rushed inside the room, putting away the gifts you had gotten him and moved to his side. Softly whispering his name, you watched as his eyes only ignored you- looking to the side as he cired, whispers of his weakness was the only thing he said and repeated. And finally you understood, he was stuck in his own head.

Quickly, you sat down besides him and pulled him into your lap, words of comfort fell from your lips down to his ears. His head snuggled on your collarbone as he all but sobbed. Raising a hand, you patted his hair, slowly sliding your fingers through his fiery hair. And slowly, Diluc came back to his senses. His hands moved to your sides, hugging you tighter. His breathing slow down, soft sights of relief fell from his lips. And thats when he noticed, the coldness and loneliness were gone.

He was surround by warmth and love.

You

He held tightly to you, his body curling on you as your words never stopped comforting him. The sweet lullaby of wamrth sanged around him and he finally remembered. His moon in the dark night. Shining brighter to him, showing him the way back to her arms.

"Love, look at me please." You whispered, a hand under his chin, lifting him up. Diluc's eyes shyly looked at you, and you smiled. "Their's my beauty!" You watched in amusement as Diluc turned red, pushing his head away from you and tucking himself back to your collarbone.

Chuckling, you peppered his visible neck with kisses, tickling him as he let out a muffled snort. Laughing erupted from the two of you. "Diluc," you breathed, your hand falling down to his hips, softly pushing him vloser to you.

"I want you to always remember that you aren't alone, not anymore." You reassured him. Diluc could only nod, understanding enough to know that you were here. The silent promise of never leaving his side.

The two of you held each other, comforted by the love and warmth that the two of you shared. As for the cherry on top, you whispered a happy birthday and Diluc smiled, realization that he had now found what his birthday means to him. Love.

"(Y/N)?" His voice whispered. Humming, you looked at him, a question in your eyes.

"Can you....make love to me..please" Diluc blushed, but he held his eyes up as waited for your answer. Smirking, you nodded and with that, his lips came crashing on your lips. A certain harsh hunger was sealed in the kiss. Feeling his pain and anger only for it to subside on your own warmth. Pushing him back, you laid on top. Nudging his bulge against your clothed hips. Grinding against his shorts, Diluc whimpered against the kiss.

"Please!" He begged, his hand going down to your trousers. Pulling them down as he felt your own hand going under his. Warm fingers were felt against his rim, his thighs clenching around your hips as he felt a finger slipping inside him.

"Already so wet" you hummed, your lips above his. Diluc could only moan, his hole clenching around your finger desperately.

"Please (Y/N). I want more~" His lips brushing yours, hips pushing down on your finger and you only smirked.

Fine

"How about this, I go and get our toys and you open yourself up hmm" smiling you removed yourself from him after he gave you the yes, turning to the closet and grabbing the necessary materials. As you gathered the toys, you could hear the moans and the wet noises of your lover. Slightly turning around, you found yourself looking at Diluc's hole, three fingers in as his hole clenched around them.

Without waiting any longer, you attached the straps around your hips, the dildo standing tall and proud. Diluc stared at the toy, his own hole clenching tighter around his fingers as he shamelessly moaned your name. Removing his fingers, he willingly spreaded his ass cheeks. A plead for your cock.

Pushing your cock in, you watched as his hole spreaded wide, tightening around the silicone. Diluc felt his breath being pushed out, his hips stilling. Red eyes rolling behind his head, filthy moans filled the room and soon joined the slapping of skin to skin.

You whispered in his ear, how beautiful he was, how he deserved the world, that he was no longer alone. And Diluc could only moan and scream in pleasure. Tears of joy filled his eyes as he sobbed, stuttering his agreement to every word you said.

He had lost himself too many times , yet your love was enough to lead him to a path of warmth and finally, peace.

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I FINISHED THIS IN 30 MINUTES. IM SORRY IF THEIRS ANY ERRORS I WAS IN A RUSHHHH

BUT ENJOY!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FIRST LOVE!! ❤❤❤❣❣❣💋💋💋

[faemytho]

okayokay what if,, custard cookie and pv bonding. what if them

YES. im so upset they never talk directly to each other in canon im SO mad about it so i will proceed to write it myself.

and also due to the lack of "where the fuck was custard and what was he doing before the prologue" information, im also adding my own headcanons for his backstory!! i write custard as a traumatized young adult with amnesia, not as a child, so if thats not ur jam,,, sorry? lol.

Fandom: Cookie Run

Ship: Custard III & Pure Vanilla

Word Count: 1193

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The ancient king was quiet. Not that it was unnerving, but to a boisterous, loud, future king such as himself, it was a little startling. It made him feel as though he was doing something wrong.

The ancient king was wise. He was still learning. Not that ignorance was a bad thing, but there was well over a decade of his life that he couldn't remember, and it made him feel stupid sometimes.

The ancient king was humble. He... was not. He tried to be, he really did, but the Vanilla legacy was all he had of his father and his family to hold onto. They were the only things he remembered clearly, and proclaiming himself part of that legacy made him feel less lonely.

The ancient king was everything Custard III was not, and sometimes, the throne of the Vanilla Kingdom felt too big for him to fit in.

Maybe the paper mache crown and scepter were too childish. He didn't know how old he was, but he could guess, and the age he was supposed to be definitely wouldn't be toting around a fake crown and scepter and so fiercely clinging to a title not yet properly bestowed upon him. But it was all he had to hold onto of his past, at least until Pure Vanilla came into his life.

It was as though the witches had finally decided to take pity on him. Pure Vanilla was a physical embodiment of the past, of Custard's past, and when he joined their kingdom, everything should have been okay.

But it wasn't.

"Custard?"

Startled out of his thoughts, he let out a strangled shriek, whirling on his feet to face the one who had scared him.

At that moment, he felt his heart drop to his feet, his jam run cold, and he couldn't stop himself from turning right back around and running away.

Pure Vanilla was left standing there in all his gently glowing, ethereal glory, the eye of his Vanilla Beholder staff blinking in confusion. The ancient king turned his face up towards his staff, and the staff stared back at him. "Did I do something to startle him so badly?" he wondered aloud, and the staff, unbidden, rolled its eye.

Custard kept running, sugary tears welling up in his eyes. He violently wiped them away with a trembling huff, ovenfire burning in the pit of his stomach and the mantra of 'get away, get away' repeating over and over in his head. When he reached his cookie house, he rushed inside and slammed the door, locking it with a click. Only then did he let himself heave for breath, leaning back against the door and closing his eyes.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He slid down the door to the floor and let himself sob in frustration. He so badly wanted to know his ancestor, he so badly wanted his family back, but he couldn't stop himself from trembling and freezing up and crying every time Pure Vanilla came into sight.

It was pathetic. He was pathetic. He curled up in a ball and shoved his head into his arms and tried to catch his breath. How could he be the king of the Vanilla Kingdom if he couldn't even face his ancestor?

"Custard? Are you in there?"

Heaving around a sob, Custard clasped both his hands to his mouth, muffling the pathetic crying noises he couldn't stop himself from making.

"Are you alright?" Pure Vanilla asked softly from the other side of the door, and though the ancient king couldn't see, Custard silently shook his head.

He didn't want to answer, but he wanted to answer. He wanted to know Pure Vanilla. He never wanted to see him again. If only the sickening, burning fear would stop.

After a moment of silence, there was a resigned sigh from the other side of the door.

"I-I know I must be a lot of things to you," Pure Vanilla spoke quietly, and Custard leaned his head back against the door, closing his eyes and breathing in cold air. "A lot of them are... likely unpleasant. I don't entirely know what happened after-... after I disappeared, but I can assume."

"I lost my dad," Custard managed to whisper, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. His paper mache crown fell from his head, crumpled up and wrinkled and sad on the floor beside him. "I lost my dad, and I lost my memories, and when I woke up I was all alone."

Pure Vanilla was silent, and Custard took a moment to take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Then, there was a soft thump against the door, a sliding noise, and when the ancient king spoke again, he sounded closer.

"Your grandfather and father," Pure Vanilla started, his voice quiet. "They were everything to me. I hoped and prayed that no matter what happened to me, they would be safe. And then, here you are. Custard the Third, the son of my son's son, and part of my family."

Custard stayed quiet, focusing on his breath. The tears had finally subsided, and the sugar water was beginning to dry to his face. He wiped the little crystals away, sniffling once more.

"I'm proud of you," Pure Vanilla said, and Custard's heart wailed to be held like the child he could only ever remember being before he woke up and had his adventures with Gingerbrave. "I'm proud of you for everything you've done to get here, and everything you'll do from now on as a descendant and heir of the Vanilla Kingdom."

"I'm scared," Custard whispered, trembling. "I'm scared to know you, because I don't want to lose you, and I don't want to miss my family anymore."

"I'm not going anywhere, Custard. This, I vow."

The urge to move possessed him, and he stood suddenly, turning to unlock the door and pull it open.

Pure Vanilla sat there in the doorway, his face turned over his shoulder to look up at Custard. His staff rested against the wall next to the door, and as Pure Vanilla opened his mismatched eyes, the staff closed its own.

"Custard, I'm so-"

Pure Vanilla cut off with a surprised grunt as Custard flung himself forward and hugged the ancient king as hard as he could. Arms wrapped around him, and Pure Vanilla held him close, hushing him as he started to cry again.

"I'm sorry," Custard sobbed, hands clinging to the fabric of the ancient king's robes. "I-I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no, I'm sorry," Pure Vanilla argued gently, and Custard fell silent. "I'm sorry, my beautiful grandson, that you were left all alone all these years. You're so strong, little one. And it's okay to rest now. You're safe with me. I've got you."

It might've felt childish to feel safe in his great grandpapa's arms, but Custard didn't care. He'd missed out on his childhood, and he deserved some comfort. Some reassurance.

As Pure Vanilla ran a hand through his custard hair, he finally, after all those years after waking up in the forest all alone, finally allowed himself to relax. He was safe.

[ix-baby]

Your Eternal Protector

I was standing there waiting for Levi and his squad to return. This was suppose to be a quick sweep but more squads ran off because Titans had appeared. I trust and believe Levi is strong enough, but he was always so worried to take care of his comrades that he could be caught off guard. Hange made me stay behind because they worried I would act irrationally.

“What if he’s hurt?”

“No, you know he’s not, stay back and aid anyone that heads back this way.”

“Hange,”

They looked at me and shook their head reassuring me they’ll make him priority

In two weeks we’re getting married I need him back home. My nerves wouldn’t let me sit so I headed down to see what was needed.

“Levi help me choose a color for the bouquet,” I smiled as I walked into his office. 

“Y/N,” he frowned. 

“Oh come on you know you wanna choose,” I teased. “It’ll take you like 5 seconds you always know what you want.” 

“Only thing I want is to see you walking down the aisle,” he smiled softly. “Plus its your bouquet.”

“But I want you to help me,” I frowned.

He finally gave in and sat up to listen to my ideas. 

Time passed and more and more soldiers came home injured. I lost myself in helping them. My mind had drifted from worry to making sure everyone was bandaged up and being taken care of.

Armin came in with a cut down his forearm. Right away I sat him down and tended to him. I avoided any questions. I know what it’s like out there. Levi and I switch off when its small plans like these because in the bigger battles we both have no choice but to be there as Captains. Today was only suppose to be a sweep. 

“I said I’m going today Y/N,” he turned to me with a stern look on his face. 

Although his glare hurt, his eyes were always mesmerizing, even when angry. 

“Okay fine,” I turned towards the desk to clean up the reports scattered across my desk. 

He let out a sigh of frustration. I rolled my eyes and continued to clean up. I felt him come behind me and I felt his arms snake around me. 

“It’s and easy sweep today, I’ll come right back and we can bathe together tonight okay? Just please, I can’t leave if you’re mad at me,” he whispered into my neck. 

“I love you Levi, please be safe.” I turned and smiled as I wrapped my arms around him. 

“I love you more beautiful,” he said as he planted a soft kiss on my lips. 

Easy. 

I headed into one of the rooms to retrieve more bandages for Armin’s arm and I heard someone come in behind me. I turn to see Erwin and I dropped everything and ran to hug him.

I clung onto him crying out of relief to see a familiar face.

I turned to face him and I placed my hands on his face, “Where is he?” I smiled and tried to go to the door

“Hold on,” he grabbed me and pulled me back to him

My heart instantly dropped. My smile faded instantly and I stared at him.

His eyes couldn’t meet mine as he began speaking.

“Y/n, Levi was trying to save me,” my vision blurred completely and all I heard was muffled talking.

“We brought him back but he’s gone.”

“No he’s not. He’s right out there, Erwin it’s Levi not a new recruit. He’s always comes home to me,” I choked. My throat numb from holding back tears. “Please tell me he’s out there.” I pushed him back.

“Erwin please! Where is he?” I turned and ran out. I ran through the hallways to reach the courtyard.

Jean, Connie, Mikasa, and Hange all surrounded a body covered by a white cloth.

I froze. I looked at them in disbelief. My body, my mind, all went numb in an instant. Hange and Jean both ran to me and caught me. Everything was in slow motion. I just remember my throat burning from the screaming and my chest aching.

Connie and Mikasa watching me wide eyed standing next to Levi.

Suddenly I woke up. I was back in my room. It was dark out. I was drenched in sweat.

It was only a nightmare. I felt his body next to mine. I reached over to wake him up, in moments like these he always wakes up to help me sleep.

As soon as I touched him he jerked up and I realized it wasn’t Levi.

“Erwin?” I choked out.

“I stayed to make sure you were okay. I had to lay down because you were looking for him and maybe this would help.” His eyes swollen and dark.

It wasn’t a dream.

I only remember portions of it. Jean walking me over to see his face one more time. Erwin coming to get me. Hange getting me a sedative to calm down.

This can’t be happening.

I let out a loud cry once again. Erwin clung me to his chest while I shook and sobbed uncontrollably. 

Connie ran in worried I was alone. 

“Captain are you okay?” His voice out of breath. 

I felt Erwin wave him away. 

Hange came in. Connie must have told them. They stood by the door for a few minutes. Despite my continuous sobbing I was still very aware of who was in the room. Hange, Erwin, everyone but Levi which I needed the most. 

I finally stayed quiet and Hange spoke up,

“Y/N,” their voice whispered as they walked over to the bed. “He left you a letter.” 

A letter? When did he write this? Did he know today was going to be dangerous? Is that why he wanted to fucking leave? Is this why he was so adamant on him going instead of me. 

I finally looked up and Hange held out the letter. 

I struggled to bring myself to open it. I looked at Erwin and Hange one last time and slowly opened it. 

Y/N,

My love I am so sorry. I don’t mean to leave you my love. I never planned for any of this to happen. Im so sorry. If i can leave you anything to carry forever let it be this letter. I rewrite this every once in a while. I wrote the first one when you became mine, then again when we said our first I love you. Every year that passed just in case I needed to add something more. This time I rewrote it to let you know how in love with you I am. When I look at you I feel at peace. When i heard your voice I feel like nothing can harm me. When I see you walk into any room, even when we’re angry, my heart fills up with pure happiness. When you touch me I feel my body fill with love and admiration. You have gone through so much and Im sorry Im putting you through more. You dont deserve this. You’re strong. Please survive this. Erwin and Hange will be there but I want you all to hold each other together. I have always admired your courage. I need you to be brave for me one last time. I attached a copy of my vows to this letter just in case. I want you to have them. I love you y/n never forget that.

I looked inside the envelope to find his vows.

“My love are you in there?” I asked as I pushed the door open. 

“No! Don’t come in,” he said in a stern voice. 

“Oops,” I said as I walked in. “Don’t be mad please, I’m just bringing you some lunch I know you haven’t ate.” I noticed he moved reports on top of something he was writing. 

“What’s that?” I asked. 

“N-nothing,” he stuttered. “I thought we made a rule about knocking in case we were doing any wedding stuff.” He quickly said. 

“Oh so its wedding stuff huh?” I smirked. 

“Out.” he scolded me. 

“Fine, I’ll knock next time. I love you Ackerman.” I smiled and reached over to kiss his forehead.

He looked up and smiled at me. It was so innocent. What have you done to me Ackerman. 

From the moment I met you to today my love has grown for you more and more. I vow to continue to fall in love with every single part of you. To love and protect you from anything that harms your mind, body, or soul. I vow to care for you and be by your side every step of the way. I vow to be your light, your shoulder to cry on, and your motivation. Together we are better than alone. My whole life I knew I was missing something and once you came along I felt complete in this chaos. I vow to be with you always and forever however it may be. Your eternal protector. 

He can’t be gone. Not my love. 

[rreyie]

Fight for Us

Chapter ii- A Field

summary- after getting a rather ominous statement from reiner, you figure out exactly what it means.

warnings- major triggers- attempted suicide, guilt, mentions of figurative violence, dark thoughts. read with caution if you are sensitive to those issues.

a/n- this chapter was definitely a hard one to write, but i mean i don’t think it came out terrible? i promise all this angst is temporary and i’ll make it get fluffier :( 

Reiner and you sat on the curb of the street, looking up into the midnight sky that hung over the two of you. The moon was at half tonight, and you could see the craters on it even though it was millions of miles away.

A cool breeze came along through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. Reiner could see you shaking out of the corner of his golden eyes, shimmering bright in the pale moonlight.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?” He asked. “You should get home before you catch a cold.”

“I-is that okay?” You ask, body trembling in a weak attempt to stay warm. “I don’t w-wanna leave you here.”

Reiner chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll catch up in the morning if that’s okay with you.”

You nod, and get yourself up off of the cold pavement. Reiner stays there looking up at the moon, a content expression on his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Reiner”, you say, and wave. Turning the opposite direction, you head home to go to sleep for the night.

Before you head too far off, Reiner clears his throat loud enough to make you hear him and turn your attention back to him, a puzzled expression on your face.

“Y/n?” He asks, still not turning away from you.

“What?”

“...I’m sorry.”

You arch a brow at this, not knowing exactly what he meant by this. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything. What are you apologizing to me for, anyway?”

Reiner sighed, one that was barely audible. “You’ll know in the morning.”

———

After heading home confused and partly concerned, you tucked yourself into bed after reading a part of a romance novel you borrowed off your parents bookshelf.

At one point, the two main lovers in the story were frolicking in a field after running away from their disapproving parents. When trying to visualize this, you swore you might have accidentally saw you and Reiner instead of those two lovers.

If only the world was as complicated as that field of flowers.

When you woke up the next morning, it took you a moment to remember your conversation that you and Reiner had last night. His last words before you

left echoed through your head.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, what could that mean? You ask yourself, pondering on this question while slipping out of your nightgown and into your normal day clothes. You shrugged off the question for now, it couldn’t mean anything too deep.

Today you had plans to go into town just for the hell of it. Perhaps a nice shopping day in downtown Marley would be nice, maybe stopping for some coffee or tea afterwards. And of course, you had to pop into the warriors dorms to say hello to Reiner again. He did say he wanted to finish catching up with you.

After getting the rest of your clothing on, you headed out the door to the busy streets of Marley, already crowded with people and merchants. It was like everyone in this country had collectively decided to come out and buy groceries this very hour.

The walk to the headquarters wasn’t long, perhaps fifteen minutes or so from your apartment. Once you got there, you saw two men with blonde hair and a woman with black hair that was rather messy. You could recognize them easily, since they still flaunted some of the features they had when they were children. One was Porco Galliard, another Zeke Yeager, the woman was Pieck Finger.

The first one to notice your presence from across the cobblestone street was Porco. His head instantly turned, and a wide smile formed on his lips.

“Hey, y/n!” He shouted, throwing a hand up in the air and waving it.

You smile, and cross the street to meet the other warriors. Eventually Zeke notices you after lighting a cigarette, followed by Pieck.

“How are you?” Pieck asks, wrapping you in a warm hug. Her demeanor was always soft and comforting, making you feel safe every time you were around her. “You got tall, it feels like the last time I saw you, you were only this high!” She gestures her hand to somewhere around her chest.

“Yeah”, you giggle. “Puberty does wonders I guess. I heard about your victory in Fort Slava, that was pretty cool if I do say so myself.”

“It was, but it was a little terrifying to see a canon being pointed at me every five minutes. But nonetheless it was still cool.” Porco chuckled, and you saw the faintest shade of pink spread across his cheeks. He reached a hand to smooth back his blonde hair, even though he must’ve had a gallon of hair gel on him.

“So um, have you seen Reiner?” You asked them. Porcos face instantly dropped upon hearing his name. “I figured he would be here, since the whole titan shifter thing.”

“He uh, hasn’t showed up to the meeting this morning”, Zeke added, breathing out a puff of grey smoke. You coughed as your nose picked up the scent of ash. “You could probably find him in the dormitories.”

“Thank you Zeke”, you say. “I’d better go find him. He said we would catch up today since we didn’t have the time yesterday. I’ll see you guys later!”

You wave goodbye to them, Zeke and Pieck waving back while Porco just stood there.

Porco didn’t want to admit it, but hearing Reiners name come out of your mouth like that made his blood boil. He saw yesterday the way your eyes lit up when you looked at him, how you hugged him so tightly. And the worst part was that you liked to hang around that asshole, the one who had the chance to make things better, but didn’t. He swore he could do better than him in every way possible.

You walked down the halls to where all the dorms were, all the doors open except one. You assumed Reiner was probably in the occupied room, so you made your way down the hall to that closed door.

Your footsteps echoed in the near empty hallway, boots clacking on the polished floor. Once you came to the door, you gulped down your nervousness and placed three knocks on the wooden door.

There was no reply. You waited patiently for another thirty seconds or so, but soon grew impatient and decided to just open the door.

“Reiner, I was wondering where you wer-“

Your breath was practically stolen from you because of the sight laid out in front of you. Reiner sat on his desk chair, a locked and loaded rifle sitting in his throat. His eyes were dull, hair a mess and skin pale.

You were frozen. You couldn’t comprehend why that rifle was in his mouth. He was always so lively, what the hell was he doing?

Then it clicked.

“...I’m sorry. You’ll understand in the morning.”

He was going to shoot himself.

You ran to his side, trying to hold back an outburst of tears from streaming down your cheeks, you could feel them building up in your eyes. Reiner swiftly pulled out the rifle, a gob of spit coating the head. He let out a few strained coughs, letting you know exactly how deep that rifle was inside his mouth.

“Reiner, what the hell are you doing?” You ask, voice cracking. “Don’t tell me...”

“It’s what it looks like y/n, i know. I just don’t- I can’t- fuck, this is hard to explain...”

Before he could let out another word, you found your arms enveloping his cold body, wrapping around both of his broad shoulders and around his upper back.

“Don’t say anything”, you whisper in his ear. “Just... just sit with me.”

Reiner could feel his tears start to come up too, clumping up at his lashline and threatening to come down.

“I’m s-sorry I’m useless”, he hiccuped. “I-I’m so tired...”

His grip tightened around your back, and he soon found himself clinging to you, the tears rolling down his puffy cheeks. He sniffled, and let out a broken sob. His tears began to soak through your shirt, creating a temporarily stained spot on your shirt. But that was the least of your concern right now.

“You’re- you’re not useless, Reiner”, you say. “You’re everything that this country needs.”

“I’m just holding them back, y-y/n...” he said, almost whispering in a voice you’ve never heard come out from him. “I’m the reason t-that we lost Bertholdt and the others. I would be better with my brains blown out right now.”

You slightly gasp at his statement, but don’t dare to pull away in the state he’s in right now. “Don’t you say that ever again, Reiner. You were chosen for a reason-“

Reiner pulled away from you, tears still rolling down his cheeks. ���R-remember what I told you last night? Marcel swayed the decisions to protect Porco. It wasn’t supposed to be me. It shouldn’t have been me, ever.”

“Look at me”, you say, taking ahold of his face, holding his head between your two palms. “You’ve done everything you could- in fact, you’ve done more than I ever could! You’re brilliant, Reiner, you hear me?”

Reiner was trembling at this point, shaking like a nervous puppy at the vet. His eyes were wide with panic, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You didn’t know what else to say.

Your mind wanders to a darker place for a moment, if you had shown up a minute too late to see his cold body on the floor. What would you have done? How would you have forgiven yourself? You were going to pray tonight for getting the chance to talk him out of it.

His eyes clenched shut, and he buried his head in your shoulder. You could physically feel your heart shatter for Reiner, being in a condition like this. You couldn’t help but cry along with him, not knowing what else to say. Muffled groans and sobs escaped his mouth, quieted by your shirt you were wearing. Each cry felt like somebody was stabbing you repeatedly, the vibrations from his wails shaking you to your core.

“Im sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He wailed. “I’m just so fucking tired of this planet!”

“S-stop apologizing, R-Reiner...” you say, a knot forming in your throat. “L-let’s just go over here, okay? R-Relax.”

You take his hand and guide him up a few steps to lead him to his bed, where he quickly sits down, unable to stand because of the intense emotions. You sit down with him, in fear of what he would do if you left. You reached out a hand, which he quickly started to hold, squeezing your palm.

Reiners cries start to calm, not entirely, but the volume has certainly gone down. He hiccuped twice before speaking clearly.

“Y-you shouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“I’ll take this over your blood all over the floor any day”, you reply, wiping a tear from your cheek. You notice a few staining his, so you quickly reach out a thumb to his cheek and wipe away a salty tear or two.

“Thanks”, he said.

You could hear some yelling outside, the distant chatter of children audible through the wall. You guessed the warrior candidates were out to play during one of the rare breaks they had.

“If Gabi saw me like that”, Reiner began. “I would be screwed. And my mother? Dear god...”

“I’ll keep this a secret if you want to”, you quickly say. “Just make sure you put that rifle somewhere else. It makes me uneasy thinking that you could... you know.”

“I’ll do that”, he adds.

“Good”, you say. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. It’s out of protection.”

Reiner nods. “I get it.”

After sitting in comfortable silence for a moment, Reiners mouth opens, as if he was going to say something. But nothing came out.

You turn to him, confused about what he was trying to do. “Something wrong?”

“It’s nothing”, he said. “I’ve just been thinking about... about how you’ve been here all this time. When we were kids you cleaned me up after Porco beat the shit out of me. You even brought me stuff to eat when we couldn’t afford much. And now you’re here... after all of this. Why? Why are you here?”

Now that you thought about it, why were you here? What had compelled you to stick with him? Was there something more than platonic feelings towards him, No, no. That couldn’t be right, you thought. You’re only feeling these things because you missed him.

“Because... you’re my friend”, you quickly answer. “This is what friends do.”

A minuscule smile curved on Reiners pale lips, indicating he was content with your answer. “Huh.”

After sitting in a few more seconds of utter quietness, Reiner looks at the clock and quickly gets up, smoothing out the folds on his uniform. “Fuck. I told the others we would go out for drinks tonight. Plus the festival is tomorrow. Uh, wanna come with us? I’m positive the others won’t mind.”

“I don’t see why not”, you reply.

“Alright”, he says. “I’ll go shower. We’re going to the pub at 7.”

“So it’s a date?” You ask.

Reiners brow arches. “What?”

You cover your mouth, shocked at what you just said. “I-it’s a saying. Like i’ll be there. Not an actual date, of course not-“

“Oh. That’s okay”, he cuts you off. “I’ll um, see you at eight then?”

“Perfect”, you say, heading to the door, heat rising to your cheeks. “See you then!”

As you close the door, you immediately face palm yourself and sigh. Why the hell did that come out of you? Now Reiner was totally going to suspect that you felt something that is definitely not platonic, and he might leave you!

After realizing how much overthinking you were doing, that finally tore it. You felt something different for Reiner Braun. But you were going to have to hide it for a while now.