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[clockwayswrites]

An abundance of birbs part 33

Masterpost Please no editing or concrit, I know I have missing or swapped words, but I am super fuzzy from this headache. It will get a good edit before ao3. <3

“I’m hiding in here from your children,” Danny said as he came into Bruce’s study. He had a tray of tea and snacks in hand, so he must have been sent up by Alfred.

“That’s more than fair, considering,” Bruce said with a little smile.

Danny just sighed as he set the tray down. “You have video, don’t you.”

Bruce nodded. “Jason sent one and Tim the other. They’re very moving.”

“Yes, Jerry’s love for me is eternal, clearly,” Danny drolled.

“If only Jerry’s father would approve of the union,” Bruce said.

Danny gave a little hum as he poured the tea. “Alas, Damian does seem very resistant to the idea, if the lecture he gave Jerry is any indication. Cream, sugar?”

“A little cream, thank you,” Bruce said and got up from his desk. “And Jerry was being very forward so the lecture may be a little deserved, but who can blame him with those wings.”

“Mister Wayne,” Danny said with an exaggerated gasp, “are you you saying that you’re enamored with my wings?”

Bruce reached out and brushed his fingertips through Danny’s wings. He could play it all off, of course. It could just be part of the rest of their banter. But did he want to? He’s enjoyed having Danny around. The man seemed to just fit with the family. Overall, the children certainly seemed to like him. And, well, Bruce found that he quite liked Danny too. Maybe it was time to take a little risk.

“Yes,” Bruce said. “Though the wings are hardly the only thing about you that I’m enamored with.”

Danny blushed so quickly that Bruce was honestly a little concerned bout Danny’s blood pressure. “I—um, oh?”

“Is it that surprising? You’re kind, intelligent, considerate. You protected my children and even before that were gentle and understanding with them. You have a sense of humor and seem able to handle just about anything,” Bruce said, which was almost an understatement with what Danny has been through lately. “And, more shallowly, you’re very attractive, with or without the wings.”

“That—I—oh come on, you of all people can say someone else is attractive!” Danny sputtered.

“Oh?”

“Have you not looked in a mirror recently? You’re the type of person that ‘devastatingly handsome’ was coined for,” Danny said with a gesture at Bruce. “Which is something that I just said out loud. I don’t suppose you want to fire me so that I can run away to a remote island somewhere?”

Bruce chuckled. “Fortunately, I don’t have that sort of power over your job. All that would fall to Lucius.”

“Fortunately?” Danny repeated.

“Umhum. It means that there’s no company policy we’re breaking if we were to date. And there’s no pressure for you to say yes if you’re opposed to the idea,” Bruce said. He very much wanted to make that clear. “And between the press, my reputation, the large family, and the recent rogue attack I know there are a number of reasons to be opposed to the idea.”

“Bruce,” Danny said before Bruce could continue, “are you trying to talk me into dating you or out of it?”

“I well…” Bruce cleared his throat. “I don’t want to assume anything or imply that I am some sort of catch because I hardly am. I am a stubborn man. I have… a rather deep seated anxiety that verges on paranoia at times. It has and can make me overbearing when I try to protect the people I care about. I come with six children, almost as many pseudo children, and a frankly terrifyingly competent butler who is like a father to me. Every relationship I’m in and not actually in ends up in the paper—”

The spiral of words—of reasons he wasn’t good enough for someone like Danny was cut short as Danny pushed himself up on his tiptoes and across the coffee table to press his lips to Bruce’s. Bruce sighed softly into the kiss as it put sudden stop to the unwanted thoughts. Danny left his hand on Bruce’s cheek as he pulled back a little.

“Too forward?” Danny asked. His words and eyes alike were filled with nerves.

“Not at all,” Bruce said quickly. He followed his words up with a quick kiss as proof. “I am sorry about rambling like that. As I said, deeply anxious.”

“Anxious is okay. You’re aware of it. I’m not exactly a paragon of mental health either. I’ve been going to therapy since I was eighteen,” Danny said. His thumb gently stroked Bruce’s cheek. “First off, fuck the press. I can deal with it. Second off, your family is huge and wonderful and not at all something that would stop me, not unless they hated me.”

“They certainly do not hate you,” Bruce assured him.

“Third off,” Danny continued with a little smile, “I guess the anxiety, which we’ve covered. And fourth off, I am also very stubborn and have no problem telling someone to budge off if they’re being too much. So, yeah, we might have lines to find out and some of those we’d find out be crossing them and fucking up, but that’s just part of dating, isn’t it? If any of them become lines that we can’t deal with, well, we’re old enough that I would hope that we could end things maturely.”

“I have a very good track record of remaining friends with my exes, for better or worse,” Bruce said.

“Better or worse?”

“Harvey Dent, as one example.”

“Ah,” Danny said with a little nod. “I’ve heard that he’s been doing better at least?”

“That or he’s planning something big,” Bruce said with a sigh. “But I even I know I should stop talking about an ex with someone that just kissed me.”

“Generally a good rule,” Danny agreed with a little smile. “Does this mean that we’re going to try dating?”

“If I didn’t talk you out of it,” Bruce joked.

“Like I said, I’m stubborn,” Danny pointed out. “But as much as I adore them, I expect at least one dinner out with no children once my wings are gone.”

“Deal,” Bruce agreed easily and leaned down to give Danny a proper kiss.

---

AN:

I didn't plan for the kiss to happen here, but I'll take it!

[milkfordragons]

Ok I need to ask this; Will's and Hannibal's reaction of their daughter killing an animal at a young age and then later on a person?

(if she was raised by both Will and Hannibal I mean)

If their daughter killed an animal at a young age, Will would meet the revelation with his usual blank expression, perhaps just the barest furrow of his brow, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He’d ask her why. Did the animal hurt her? Was she curious? He wouldn’t raise his voice. Instead, he’d make her bury it or dispose of it properly, watching her the entire time, searching for signs. If she was curious, he would redirect that curiosity: introducing her to anatomy through already-dead creatures, controlled, methodical. If it was self-defense, he’d teach her how to avoid harm without inflicting it in return.

But in the back of his mind, he would know. He’s seen this before, hundreds of times, on crime scene photos and in interrogation rooms. The first tell-tale sign, the first domino in a chain that doesn’t end well. But how could he judge? How could he call it monstrous when he himself had stood on that same path so many times?

Hannibal, on the other hand, would be amused. He’d watch Will’s reaction with veiled interest, perhaps even suggesting to their daughter that she keep it from him, just to see how long she could. He wouldn’t scold her, not as a child. But he would explain the concept of unnecessary cruelty, not out of morality, but principle. Killing for a reason is art; killing without purpose is wasteful. He would let the moment pass, filing it away for later.

And later would come. When she was eighteen, maybe twenty, and a body lay at her feet instead of an animal’s.

Will would stare. Silent for a long moment, before asking in that slow, measured cadence of his, “Why did you kill this person?” The same way he asked if the social worker was inside the horse. Not condemning, not accepting...just peeling back the layers of an answer he wasn’t sure he wanted.

He would help her. Of course, he would help her. Moving the body, hiding the evidence, all with the efficiency of a man who has done this before, who knows exactly how much blood will seep into the floorboards and what it takes to scrub it out. But when it was done, he’d take away her weapons. He’d tell her, not in anger but in frustration, that she was being reckless. That she was jeopardizing herself. That she was too young to be this careless.

And depending on her reasons, he would either lecture her in that circuitous, disorienting way of his, never fully condemning, but never truly approving...or, if he found himself understanding her, if he agreed in some way, he would say nothing at all. Just a blank stare, a slow nod. “Next time, you tell me,” he would say, his voice even, unreadable. “Don’t take matters into your own hands.”

Hannibal, predictably, wouldn’t care in the slightest. If anything, he’d be more offended by the lack of refinement. He would chide her, not for the act, but for her lack of precision, her lack of grace. He’d insist she learn, properly, under his guidance, he'd want to shape her hand around a blade. And then he would probe. For hours, for days. Picking apart her reasoning, setting her mind through a labyrinth of psychological experiments, orchestrating little tests of control, just to see what she would do.

And as for Will and Hannibal themselves, there would be arguments. Will would say they ruined her, Hannibal would insist that nothing is ruined, that everything is subjective. They’d circle each other with words the way they always do, pushing and pulling in a dance we all know too well.

[lilangelbud]

“Again,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, the kind of tone that sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy clench involuntarily. “Say it again.”

She whimpered, her voice quivering as she forced the words out. “T-thank you, Daddy… for… for spanking me.” Her face burned with humiliation, her cheeks flushed a deep red, but her body betrayed her, dripping wet, aching for more.

“Good girl,” he sneered, his hand coming down hard on her ass again, the sharp smack echoing through the room. She cried out, her body jerking forward, but he held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her hips. “You’re learning, aren’t you, little slut?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she stammered, tears streaming down her face. But even as she sobbed, her hand instinctively went between her legs, her fingers brushing against her slick folds.

He grabbed her wrist, yanking it away. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” His voice was cold, cruel, and it made her heart race. She shook her head, her bottom lip trembling. “No? That’s right. You don’t get to cum, not until I say so. You’re mine now, and I decide when you’re allowed to feel pleasure.”

She nodded frantically, her chest heaving with every breath. “Yes, Daddy… I’m yours.”

How had it come to this? she wondered, though the thought was fleeting, drowned out by the haze of arousal and submission that clouded her mind.

---

It had started subtly, as these things often do. A comment here, a lingering touch there. At first, she hadn’t even noticed the way her father’s eyes would follow her around the house, the way his voice would drop when he spoke to her, low and intimate. She’d always been a daddy’s girl, clinging to him for approval, for attention. And he’d always been happy to give it to her.

But then, things began to change.

It started one evening when she was curled up on the couch, watching TV. He came home late, smelling faintly of alcohol, and sat down beside her. Without a word, he reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers grazing her cheek. She’d frozen, unsure of what to do, but he didn’t move his hand. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

“You’re such a pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place. She’d blushed, her heart pounding in her chest, but before she could respond, he’d pulled away, standing up and heading to his room as if nothing had happened.

That night, she’d lain in bed, unable to sleep, her mind racing. She’d told herself it was nothing, just a drunken slip, but deep down, she knew that wasn’t the truth. And even more disturbing was the way her body had reacted, heat pooling between her legs, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt.

The next morning, he acted as if nothing had happened, and she tried to do the same. But the tension between them was palpable, a heavy, unspoken weight that hung in the air.

It wasn’t long before he began testing her boundaries, pushing her further and further. A hand on her thigh under the dinner table. A comment about how sexy she looked in her new dress. And then, one night, when she was getting ready for bed, he walked into her room unannounced, catching her in just her bra and panties.

She’d screamed, covering herself with her arms, but he just stood there, his eyes raking over her body with an intensity that made her shiver.

“Don’t be shy,” he’d said, his voice calm, almost teasing. “You’re a woman now. You should be proud of your body.”

She’d been too stunned to speak, her mind spinning. And then, to her horror, she’d felt a thrill of excitement, a spark of desire that she couldn’t ignore.

He’d noticed, of course. He always noticed.

“Come here,” he’d said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. She’d obeyed, her legs moving on their own, her heart pounding in her chest.

When she was standing in front of him, he reached out, his fingers trailing down her arm, sending goosebumps across her skin.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you?” he’d asked, his voice low and dangerous.

She’d hesitated, her mind screaming at her to say no, to run away, but her body had other ideas. She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat.

That was the beginning.

---

Now, here she was, kneeling at his feet, her ass red and stinging from his hand, her body trembling with need.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and she obeyed immediately, tilting her head back, her lips parting.

He spat on her, the warm, wet glob landing on her tongue. She gagged, her stomach churning, but she didn’t dare close her mouth.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone mocking. “You’re learning your place, aren’t you?”

She nodded, tears streaming down her face, but deep down, she knew he was right. She was learning. And the worst part was, she was starting to like it.

He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and she gasped, her eyes wide with fear and arousal.

“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice cold and cruel. “Every part of you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice trembling.

“Good,” he said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “Now, let’s see how much of a slut you really are.”

He pushed her down onto the floor, her body sprawled out beneath him, and she knew there was no going back.

She was his now. Completely and utterly his.

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[cyborgsara]

Buck and Tommy are endgame and Buddie is dead as a doornail. In this essay I will - (no but really there's an essay under the cut lol)

No one's gonna read this but here I go:

So I decided to take my shipper goggles off (mostly, I still love them sue me) and go back to watching as GA member, starting from s7. And it's certainly interesting to see things in different perspective.

Firstly Buck's storyline with Tommy was definitely tied to Eddie from the start. Yes he wanted Tommy and only Tommy but up until the Madney wedding I think they could have gone either way if they actually wanted to do Buddie. Like to me the bachelor party is the break off point. Tommy and Buck weren't that serious yet and if anything were to happen between Buck and Eddie it would have happened there I think.

There was the Buddie karaoke scene and a lot of things were cut from the episode and it also struck me as very odd the way Eddie was sassing Tommy at the bachelor party. I don't know how these things are filmed but in my mind since this was LFJ's "last" episode from his 4ep contract they could have gone the route of "Tommy was just the first and very passionate and fun but not a long term partner for Buck" so you know Tommy shows him the ropes and dips and that opens the door for Eddie to have his gay awakening and then Buddie becomes the canon ship. Add to this they could have done a storyline where something happened at the bachelor party that made Eddie question if his feelings were just platonic etc etc. (Eddie is also surprised Tommy is gay but doesn't seem to be surprised about Buck so that leads me to believe he knows Buck's been flirting with guys for a long time. The "go for the title" kitchen scene also reads to me as Buck is flirting with Eddie but Eddie is not reciprocating it and just kinda scoffs about it.)

None of that happened tho and looking back on in now, to me that seems like the cut off point for Buddie.

If we look at Bucktommy on the other hand they are living a romcom. We don't see a lot of them in s7 but after the wedding episode it's mentioned that they are still together and Buck seems the happiest he's been in a long time. We also get the stamp of approval from Bobby and a little teasing from Henren to show us that they are actually going pretty strong and the found family is glad about the relationship.

I also think Tommy was ready to try for a full relationship from the first date before it got ruined. After he realized Buck hasn't actually dated a man before he probably course corrected to try to be the best first male relationship for Buck and conditioned himself to not take it too seriously. But he hadn't met anyone like Buck before. He gained a perspective into who Buck is through their second chance coffee date and he was baffled by his speedrun through coming out and actually wanting him to go to a wedding where all his most important people will be attending. I personally think Tommy was extremely hesitant but also so awestruck by Buck that he just made sure Buck actually want's to go with him "are you absolutely sure", and when Buck said yes he thought fuck it I'll make the best of this for however long I have it. So he is content to just go along for the ride even when he doesn't think his relationship with Buck is that serious or that it has an expiration date.

So they have their cute little dinner dates and talk a little bit about their pasts but the tone is still very light and the conversations never really go that deep because one or both of them just want to bask in the happiness of the relationship.

But then Buck has a whole meltdown about his relationship that he doesn't even tell Tommy about and overcorrects with the moving in thing and that's when we gain the insight into Tommy. He is not just this cool pilot guy, he has a hell of a lot of baggage and is a runner, so that's what he does. Even though their breakup hurt like hell (which is partially to blame for all the shit that came afterwards) it was necessary for their story or relationship to have any kind of real merit compared to the other main couples.

Watching the last episode I was actually 70% sure we wouldn't see Tommy and that the "leaks" was another scam to make the bucktommy shippers look stupid for believing it. If I had only watched as GA before it aired I probably would have expected it more but that was the reason why I went back and watched the episodes for what they were. And that leads me to believe that Tommy and Buck are it for eachother. A lot fo things are still up in the air but their story is at such a delicious point right now where we just wanna know more! We know they both care about eachother (love confession around the corner???) we know about everything that Buck has gone through but we still have so much to learn about Tommy. I'm not at all concerned about Tommy's comment about him being Eddie's competition. No matter how he meant it, it's Buck's feelings about Eddie that really matter here. And he isn't pining for Eddie. He isn't in love with Eddie. Eddie is his brother and best friend. I'm very curious to see if they'll address Tommy's comment on tonights episode and what Eddie's take on it will be. But I'm not worried that either Buck or Eddie is pining for the other.

Ofcourse I can't say I'm 100% sure about them being endgame but from this point on people aren't gonna care about another potential relationship for Buck because; intentional or not Tommy is IT for Buck. You can't make a more perfect LI for him if you made them in a lab. And buddie isn't happening, that ship has sailed (see the reasons above and also RG doesn't want to do it). So from this point on if the creators want GA to care about Buck's romantic life in any capacity, it's Tommy or nothing.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk, peace out!

[butchbarbieee]

A pretty boy butch whose insecure about coming into her masculinity,,fiddling with the hem of the denim jacket before huffing in fustration shrugging the jacket off, “I look fucking ridiculous” deciding that she still didn’t feel manly enough in the jacket. Perusing Through the rest of the store,,her eye finally settles on a leather jacket that catches her eye on the wall,pulling the jacket down she moves the register,, looking for assistance to try the jacket on in the dressing room along with some other things she’d picked up.

Reaching the register nobody is there present so she rings the bell and waits. After a while an older woman appears from behind the curtain stepping to the counter. A breath gets caught in to the younger girls chest as she checks out the cashier. The older woman was the epitome of masculinity,, short hair the was styled back into a man bun with a undercut,,hard features with dark eyes that made the younger butches knees weak from just the quick glance, huge muscles that where hugged perfectly in her button up work uniform , and lastly big callous hands that were rested perfectly on the register. As the younger girls checked her out the butch cleared her throat,” You rang.” She answered,,the deep purr of the butches voice sending a little sharp zap to the younger girls clit but she brushes it off clearing her voice.

“Ummm yes man I was wondering if I could try these on?” The younger girls responded her voice meak in comparison to her older butchier counterpart. The Older woman eyed her up and down slowly,, to the items in the younger girls hands then to the carabiner hooked on her Jean loops,, The stare making the younger butch lose her breath,, was she impressed,,disgusted,, the gaze made her feel like her was on trial. “Of course man follow me back here.” The older butch tosses back over her shoulder as she turns leading the younger girl into the back.Not wanting to be too far left behind she shuffles behind the Older butches wide strides as she lead the pair into the dressing room in the very back of the store.,

” Here you go handsome.” The girls ears perk up at the usage of handsome,, the older butches deep voice is like music to her ears. “Thank you” She says stepping inside of the dressing room,,only for the door to be slammed behind her with a lock and to be shoved against the wall. Flipping her over the older Butch shushes her, ”I’ve been watching you on the cameras since you came in you know that?” The Cashier groans into the younger butches ear as her rough hands begin unbuttoning the old demin jacket and tugging it off of her slender shoulders.

The younger girl was stuck in disbelief,,shit like this only happened in movies,”W-what are you doing?” She shudders as her arms become exposed in her muscles T. “What you want me to ,,I seen that way you were staring at me baby.” The Cashier snickers as her calloused palms caress the younger girls torso feeling the heat radiate from her skin. Next without warning she kisses the butches soft lips pulling her into a bruising kiss ,,her experienced tongue delving deep to taste every inch of her sweet mouth. As they share a hungry kiss their tongues dance together fighting for dominance.Breaking the kiss the older Butch looks down her dark eyes shining with desire as she towers over the younger girl.

”Fuck your so gorgeous,I have to get my hands on you.” She growls her voice heavy with lust. Not waiting for a response she grabs the younger butches shirt pulling it over head and letting her hands roam over the exposed skin, ”You like that baby?” The older butch grips the girls face tilting it to hold eyes contact. The younger girl didn’t realize she’d Been distant this whole time,,but staring into those deep eyes she was brought back to reality. Her currently reality being,,her being pinned down under a sexy old butch,a moans espaces her throat as she goes to respond ,”Yes Daddy.” The older butch growls in approval pining her down with a large leg ,” I know you want me baby,,You want me to make you scream my name?” The butch smiles in her ear reaching her hand down to cup her breast,thumbing until it was hard. The answer was clear in the younger girls eager nodding and desperate grinding but it still wasn’t enough,, gripping her face harder the older Butch stops her movements,

” answer me aloud” the cashier mocks her.

“Yes daddy please,, I need you to fuck me.” The younger Butch groans bucking her hips to meet those callous fingers as they unbutton her jeans, expertly slipping underneath her boxers and between her wet slit to stroke her clit. “Good fucking boy.” The Butch grunts as she teases the younger girl’s sensitive entrance, whimpers escaping her body as she lifts her hips for more friction, ”Mmmm you moan like such a slut baby boy,,There you go spread your legs wider for daddy.” She immediately complies spreading so that her pussy was completely exposed to the stronger Butch on top of her.

The Butch drags her fingers back and forth a couple more times before delving her fingers harshly into the young butches pussy. “ OH FUCK YESSSS” The younger butch screams,,arching her back off of the dressing room seat as the cashier curls her fingers knuckle deep,”Mmmm please daddy.” She moans out louder than she had liked,,watching the Butches fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. “Please what boy?” The Butch slows using her thumb to rub the younger girls clit at a teasingly slow pace. Boy… she liked that and the words rang in her head and dragging her orgasm closer to the surface. “Fuck your good boy daddy please.” She groans out as her eyes roll into the back of her head.

The cashier moans at the slutty compliance,,Pulling her fingers out as she admires how wet her butches cunt is before using her free hand to unbuckle her belt pulling out her strap. “Of course she packs while’s she’s at work.” The younger butch thought, her legs begin to shake as the older woman stalks over her,,lining up her cock at her puffy entrance,” Beg me some more.” Shes snarls teasing the tip of her head against her clit causing the younger girls legs she shake even more. “PLEASE FUCK ME SIR PLEASE” She screamed out,,not caring if anyone could hear them.

Without a second thought,,the bigger Butch slams her cock down into her pussy in one motion,, the girl walls immediately clenching around the strap the feeling of being filled to the brim making her throw her head back in ecstasy,” Fuckkkk your so tight” The cashier snarls grinding down into the girl as her aching cock twitches from the heat. After a while the cashier begins to rock her hips,,pulling out until only the tip was inside before pushing back inside again,starting before pistoning her cock impossibly further inside of the girls Pussy.

The pace of the stronger butches fucking makes the younger girls orgasm reach a peak,”Oh god You’re fucking me so good,,c-can I cum sir please.” The Butch can barely get out through her shaky breath her walls fluttering around the cashiers strap as she tries to hold back her orgasm. “ Not until I’m ready Boy.” The Cashier grunts out as she quickens her pace the friction from the base of the strap bringing her own orgasm closer aswell. The cashier uses her strong arms to toss the butches legs over her shoulders,,holding her into a mating press as she ruts into the younger butch with her hard throbbing cock.

“You’re clenched so hard around my cock,,do you wanna cum baby?” The cashier teases leaning in further so that their noses were pressed together. “Please I wanna cum so fucking bad daddy please let me cum.” The Butch ramble’s incoherently her hips rolling back down onto the Cashier ,,her legs wrapped around her neck. The Cashier obeys,,as she felt her orgasm crashing over her. “Cum for me BabyBoy.” The Cashier moans out her own orgasm rushing through her gripping the younger girls ass coming undone as she empties her load inside of her pulsating cunt. The warmth from the older butches load inside her sending at second mini-orgasm through her. “Mmm you were so fucking good baby.” The Cashier groans pulling her up into a passionate kiss and after a while they pull apart a string of saliva connecting them before breaking apart.

Pulling back on her clothes the younger Butch blushes at the aftermath. “Well do you like the jacket?” The Cashier chuckles breaking the tension between the two of them. The Butch laughs softly, ”Yes I guess I do.” She smiles moving to buckle up her pants. “You should keep it you look handsome in it.” The older woman walks over to her pulling the leather jacket over her shoulders,,fixing the collar for her before smoothing it down.

The younger butch blushes at the compliment and the soft aftercare,,not used to being the one getting coddled. “I should probably pay for it then.” The butch smiles as they leave the dressing room,,the silence between them comfortable,, as they both of them walking towards the exit. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to repay me.” The older butch responds in a sultry tone walking her out the exit,, but not before pulling her into a kiss ,,slipping a piece of paper into her hand, winking before slamming the shop door shut turning of the light and flipping the sign to read closed. The younger butch was left on the sidewalk flabbergasted looking down at the piece of papers she blushes, ” xxx-xxxx-xxxx - For my payback.” She shoves the paper in her pocket a stupid grin on her face as she zips up her new leather jacket and turns to walk home.

This my first longer post I hope yall are proud of me,,cuz this shit took FOREVERRRR

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Bargained

Wolfstar, March 18, word count 713

Previous part First part

Sirius walked past the two bulky officers Moody had assigned to guard Remus. They swapped over every few hours and were all under strict instructions not to let anyone in that hadn’t been put on the approved list, which was made up of Sirius, Barty, Evan, Lily, James and, of course, Moody and Kingsley. The others were waiting in the dreary waiting room with the lumpy sofa and the creaking chairs. 

“He’s awake,” he told them, motioning with his hand for them to follow. The guards glowered at each of them as they walked into the room. Sirius went straight back to Remus’s side, their hands finding each other and sat on the plastic chair beside Remus’s bed. 

“Oh, Remus,” Lily moved to his other side, pulling James with her. Barty and Evan stayed back, looking a bit awkward. Lily fussed over Remus, straightening his blanket and making sure his pillows were just right. “Are you thirsty?” James asked. Remus nodded, and he picked up the cup off the side, filled it with water from the provided jug and popped a straw in it. Lily took the cup from James’s hand and leaned over the bed. 

“Little sips, darling,” she ordered as she placed the end of the straw between Remus’s cracked and broken lips. He took a few painful-sounding swallows before the water seemed to soothe his throat enough for him to drink more easily. Tears prickled the backs of Sirius’s eyes. He should have left Remus alone. Why hadn’t he been smarter? As if Remus could feel the turmoil inside Sirius which left his stomach in knots, Remus stroked his thumb across the back of Sirius’s hand. Sirius let out a shuddering breath and patted his arm. 

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” Lily moved the cup away, and they fell into silence.

The silence went on, no one knowing what to do or say.  Remus broke it. 

“Hey, Barty,” his voice croaked. He cleared it and sounded more like his old self with his next words. “Still fancy that threesome?” He coughed, and Lily brought the cup back to his lips while Sirius tried to stifle his laughter at the look on Barty’s face. 

“Just tell me where and when gorgeous, and I’ll be there with fucking bells on,” Barty cooed sweetly. Sirius felt a wave of love for that ridiculous man. His friendship with Barty was more than he’d ever bargained for, but he could see what Regulus saw in him. Barty may be an insufferable pain in his arse, but underneath all that rubbish beat the heart of a slightly less pain in his arse, but also a man full of kindness. Remus began making an odd noise, and Sirius stared at him with panicked eyes until he realised he was laughing. 

“Evan’s face,” he choked out. Sirius turned his attention to his property manager. Evan’s eyebrows had disappeared into his fringe, his mouth hung open, and his cheeks were dusted with a delicate pink blush. The room erupted into laughter. The knots in Sirius’s stomach began to lose, but he knew he wouldn’t feel true relief until this was all over. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Moody was calling him. He excused himself and stepped out into the hall to take the call. 

“Hi,” he said as he made his way down the deserted corridor. 

“It’s done,” Moody told him, his voice curt. “Walburga and Orion Black are in police custody along with a certain Mr Kreacher and the two men who look like they went a few rounds with Mike Tyson.”

“Thank you,” Sirius said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“You’ll receive a notification about when the trial starts and what you’ll need to do, but for now, rest easy, Mr Black,” the line went dead, and Sirius slid down the wall. Tears slid down his face as he clutched his phone to his chest. He was so close to being free. He got to his feet and went back to tell the others what Moody had just told him. He walked back in, and the room was still full of carefree laughter. Looking at the people in that room, he couldn’t believe how much his life had changed from only a few weeks ago. 

Next part

[rmytears]

RESERVATION FOR DISASTER. calex one-shot.

Summary: Alex and Casey have been trying (and failing) to have a proper date night for weeks. Between their insane caseloads, Olivia Benson’s tendency to call them in at all hours, and their own competitive natures, every attempt has ended in chaos.

Tonight, Alex has finally made dinner reservations at an exclusive restaurant, and Casey has sworn she won’t let anything interfere. But, of course, things don’t go as planned.

6:30 PM

Alex's apartment was a study in controlled chaos. Steam billowed from the bathroom, carrying the scent of her jasmine shampoo through the hallway as she meticulously applied her makeup. Every detail had been planned with the precision she usually reserved for closing arguments.

The reservation at Lumière hadn't just been made three weeks in advance – it had been strategically timed for a Wednesday evening when the restaurant was slightly less crowded, specifically requested to be in the quieter back section, and confirmed not twice but three times. The last confirmation had been accompanied by a subtle name-drop of a judge who owed her a favor, just to ensure everything would be perfect.

Her navy blue Guy Laroche dress hung on the closet door like a promise of elegance, and she'd even gone so far as to have it professionally pressed. This wasn't just dinner – this was a tactical operation, and Alexandra Cabot never lost a tactical operation.

At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

"You know," Casey's voice drifted in from the bedroom, accompanied by the sound of drawers opening and closing with increasing urgency, "some people just call their favorite restaurant and show up."

Alex applied her mascara with surgical precision. "Some people also think pleather is acceptable courtroom attire."

"That was one time," Casey protested. "And in my defense, I was first chair on the Matthews case and my dry cleaning hadn't—" A loud thud followed by muttered cursing interrupted her justification.

Alex closed her eyes, counted to three, and stepped into the bedroom. "What are you doing?"

Casey was on her knees, half-buried in their shared closet, one earring already in place and the other clutched between her teeth. Her red hair was falling out of its careful updo, and she'd somehow managed to put her dress on backwards. "I can't find my other shoe," she mumbled around the earring.

"The black Louboutins?"

"No, the—"

"The navy pumps?"

"No, I—"

"Please tell me you're not looking for those horrific comfort sandals you tried to wear to the DA's dinner."

Casey emerged from the closet, hair thoroughly disheveled, to fix Alex with an indignant look. "Those sandals are orthopedically approved and—"

"Are banned from any restaurant that requires a reservation," Alex finished, already moving to her side of the closet. She reached up to the top shelf, pulled down a dust bag, and extracted a pair of elegant silver heels. "Here. These will match your dress, assuming you put it on correctly at some point."

Casey glanced down at her backwards dress and grinned. "I was wondering why the neckline felt weird." She stood, pressing a quick kiss to Alex's cheek. "This is why I keep you around. Well, this and your exceptional cross-examination skills."

"Flattery will not excuse tardiness," Alex replied, but she was fighting a smile. "Now, about tonight..."

Casey groaned, flopping dramatically onto their bed. "Please tell me this isn't another detailed itinerary."

"This is a simple request for one normal, uninterrupted date night." Alex perched on the edge of the bed, careful not to wrinkle her dress. "Just one evening where we don't get called away for work, or run into opposing counsel, or end up discussing case law over appetizers."

"That last one is entirely your fault. You're the one who brought up Miranda during the soup course."

"The waiter misquoted it! I couldn't just let that stand."

Casey sat up, laughing. "Only you would fact-check a waiter's legal knowledge." She reached for her other earring, her expression turning suspicious. "Wait a minute. Is this why you promised me chocolate soufflé? Are you bribing me?"

"I prefer to think of it as incentivizing good behavior," Alex replied primly, smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle from her dress. "We are going to have one uninterrupted, romantic date night. Just one. No distractions, no emergencies, no—"

The opening notes of "Bad Boys" – Casey's ringtone for work calls – filled the room.

Alex closed her eyes and exhaled slowly through her nose, wondering if it was possible to sue the universe for intentional infliction of emotional distress.

7:00 PM.

"You manifested that," Casey said, pointing at her with mock seriousness. Her silver dress – now properly oriented – caught the light as she moved, and Alex was momentarily distracted by how beautiful she looked, even with her hair still slightly askew.

"Answer it, Novak. But if it's work—"

Casey held up a finger as she answered, her face shifting into what Alex privately called her "ADA mode." "Hey, Liv. What's up?"

Alex crossed her arms, deploying the look that had once made a mob enforcer cry on the witness stand. Casey, predictably, just winked at her.

"Uh-huh," Casey said into the phone, pacing their bedroom in her stocking feet, the borrowed silver heels still waiting by the bed. "Uh-huh. Liv, I—" She glanced at Alex, winced, then tried again. "Okay, I really can't right now, but—"

Alex tapped her watch, which she'd specifically coordinated with her outfit. She'd learned early in their relationship that Casey operated on what she called "Novak Time," which was consistently twenty minutes behind the rest of the world.

Casey mouthed, One minute, while making the puppy dog eyes that had gotten her out of trouble more times than Alex cared to admit.

"That's a lie, and you know it," Alex muttered, walking to their dresser where she'd left a glass of wine for exactly this type of situation. She took a slow sip, glaring at Casey over the rim.

Casey, demonstrating the selective hearing that made her both an excellent prosecutor and an infuriating girlfriend, ignored her. "Look, just email me the details, and I'll—" She stopped, sighed, then rolled her eyes toward the ceiling as if seeking divine intervention. "Fine. But you owe Alex a very expensive bottle of wine."

Alex arched an eyebrow, already mentally upgrading her wine requirements from "expensive" to "requires a separate insurance policy."

Casey hung up and turned to her with the smile that usually preceded either brilliant legal strategy or complete chaos. "Small favor. I swear, it won't interfere with dinner."

Alex took another long sip of wine, letting the silence speak for her.

"It's tiny," Casey insisted, finally stepping into the heels. "Microscopic. Barely worth mentioning. Liv just needs me to stop by the precinct for two minutes to sign something."

"The precinct," Alex repeated flatly, "which is in the opposite direction of the restaurant."

"Yes, but—"

"During rush hour."

"Well—"

"On the night I specifically asked for no work interruptions."

Casey approached her with the careful steps of someone approaching a particularly irritated judge. "I will make it up to you," she promised, wrapping her arms around Alex's waist. "And I already have a plan."

"Does this plan involve being on time to our reservation?"

"It involves calling a cab right now, stopping at the precinct for exactly two minutes, and then taking the shortcut I know through Little Italy to get to the restaurant." She pressed a kiss to Alex's neck, right below her ear. "Trust me?"

Alex sighed, melting slightly despite her best efforts to maintain her annoyance. "The last time you said that, we ended up in contempt of court."

"That was one time! And the judge totally deserved it."

"He did," Alex admitted, then pulled back to fix Casey with a stern look. "Two minutes. Not a second more."

Casey's grin was bright enough to power Manhattan. "Scout's honor."

"You were never a scout."

"Details, details. Now come on, our chariot awaits!"

7:45 PM.

Their yellow cab crawled through Manhattan traffic like a particularly unmotivated snail. Alex watched the minutes tick by on her watch, calculating and recalculating their estimated arrival time with increasing despair. The leather seats squeaked every time she shifted, which was often, because Casey couldn't sit still to save her life.

By some miracle (and possibly several traffic laws bent beyond recognition), they were only fifteen minutes behind schedule. Alex, channeling the optimism she usually reserved for particularly difficult jury selections, decided to consider it a win.

That feeling of tentative victory lasted exactly three blocks.

"Hold up a second," their driver said, his eyes meeting Alex's in the rearview mirror. The cab swerved slightly as he turned to get a better look, causing Casey to grab Alex's arm. "I know you! You're that prosecutor, right? The one from that huge mob case!"

Alex stiffened, her spine straightening automatically into what Casey called her "courtroom posture." "I don't discuss work outside of the office."

"That was you!" He grinned, completely missing – or choosing to ignore – her arctic tone. "Man, that trial was something else. What was that guy's name? Sal... Sal something-or-other?"

Casey, because she had apparently made it her life's mission to be both the love of Alex's life and her personal tormentor, leaned forward with an eager grin. "Salvatore Giordano."

Alex turned to her with a look that had once made a defense attorney switch careers to accounting.

The cabbie snapped his fingers, the car drifting dangerously close to a parked SUV. "Yeah, that's him! You absolutely destroyed that guy! I watched every single day of that trial on Court TV. Even called out sick from work for the closing arguments."

Casey chuckled, clearly warming to her role as Alex's personal antagonist. "Oh, she destroys people for a living. It's her favorite hobby. Well, that and organizing her legal briefs by color-coding and subspecies."

"They're organized by jurisdiction and precedential value," Alex muttered, then immediately regretted engaging.

The cabbie laughed, taking another corner so sharply that Casey slid into Alex's side. "So, how dangerous was that whole thing? Did you get threats? Witness tampering? I heard the mob tried to bug your office!"

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering if it was possible to get motion sickness from emotional whiplash.

"Funny you should ask," Casey said, her voice dropping into what Alex recognized as her storytelling tone. She used the same voice to charm juries and convince judges to grant continuances. "There was this one time—"

"Novak."

"What? I'm just making conversation. Besides, the statute of limitations has definitely expired on—"

Alex fixed her with the look that had once convinced the entire Manhattan DA's office to switch from Starbucks to her preferred coffee shop. "Casey."

Casey grinned but held up her hands in surrender, her silver bracelet catching the streetlights. "Fine, fine. No war stories. Though I still think the one about the wire in the cannoli is hilarious."

The cabbie, undeterred by their exchange, launched into his own thoroughly unnecessary analysis of the trial. "The way you handled that cross-examination of the restaurant owner? Brilliant! And when you got that witness to crack on the stand—"

"Take the next left," Alex interrupted, her voice clipped. "It's faster."

"But the GPS says—"

"The GPS doesn't have to preside over motion hearings tomorrow morning."

Casey bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. "She knows every shortcut in Manhattan," she stage-whispered to the driver. "It's because she's pathologically early to everything."

"It's called being professional," Alex corrected, then checked her watch again. "And we're now twenty minutes behind schedule."

"See what I mean?" Casey said to the driver. "Pathological."

The cabbie nodded sagely. "My wife's the same way. Speaking of wives, are you two—"

"Left turn," Alex said sharply. "Now."

As the cab finally turned, Alex stared out the window, mentally reviewing New York's justifiable homicide statutes. She was fairly certain she could convince a jury that both Casey and the cabbie had it coming. After all, she had an excellent track record with difficult cases.

Casey, reading her mind as she often did, leaned over to whisper, "You know you love me."

"That remains to be seen," Alex replied, but she couldn't quite hide her smile when Casey kissed her cheek.

The cabbie, watching in the rearview mirror, beamed. "You two remind me of me and the missus. Hey, did I ever tell you about how we met? It's actually a funny story—"

Alex closed her eyes and began silently reciting the Model Penal Code. She'd gotten through three sections when Casey's hand found hers, squeezing gently.

"Almost there," Casey murmured. "And I promise, the soufflé will be worth it."

8:10 PM.

They finally made it to Lumière, only slightly disheveled and moderately behind schedule. The restaurant's elegant facade gleamed with warm lighting, promising an evening of sophistication that Alex desperately hoped they might still salvage. The maître d' recognized her name immediately – perhaps that third confirmation call hadn't been entirely paranoid – and led them to a perfectly positioned corner table.

Alex relaxed incrementally as they settled in, taking in the ambient lighting, the soft jazz playing in the background, and the way Casey's eyes lit up at the wine list. Maybe, just maybe, the universe would grant them this one evening.

Their waiter had just finished pouring their wine – a particularly good vintage that Alex had been saving for a special occasion – when she saw him. Samuel Jeffries, their newest junior ADA, was weaving through the tables toward them with the panicked expression of someone about to confess to a capital crime.

"Oh, come on," Alex muttered into her wine glass.

Casey followed her gaze and winced. "Maybe he's just here for dinner?"

"With that look on his face? He's either committed a felony or lost crucial evidence. Possibly both."

Jeffries reached their table, his tie askew and his normally neat hair looking like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly. "Casey! Alex! I am so sorry to interrupt, but I—I accidentally sent the wrong case file to the DA's office and—"

Alex pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering if it was too late to transfer to the civil division. Or maybe Montana.

Casey, demonstrating the unflappable calm that made her so effective with victims, reached for a breadstick. "Which case?"

Jeffries shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking like he might actually faint. "Uh... Harrison v. State?"

Alex's groan was almost drowned out by Casey choking on her breadstick.

"That's a high-profile appeal," Alex said, her voice carrying the same deadly calm she used right before destroying a witness on cross. "What exactly did you do?"

"I might have..." Jeffries tugged at his collar. "I might have sent the defense our internal notes instead of the motions brief."

Casey's coughing fit got worse. Alex actually dropped her fork, the clatter drawing looks from nearby tables.

"Oh my God," Casey said when she could breathe again, her face flushed from coughing and suppressed laughter. "That is so much worse than I expected. Like, monumentally worse. Like, 'start updating your resume' worse."

"Please tell me you recalled the email," Alex said, her voice carrying the kind of calm that usually preceded hurricanes.

Jeffries gave her a look of pure terror. "I tried. But they... they already opened it."

Casey took a large sip of wine, then immediately reached for the bottle to pour more. "Yeah, no. You're dead. It was nice knowing you. I'll send flowers to your funeral."

Jeffries looked between them, his face cycling through various stages of panic. "What do I do? Should I call the defense? Maybe if I explain—"

"No," Alex and Casey said in unison.

"Sit down," Alex commanded, pointing to an empty chair. "Do not speak to anyone. Do not call anyone. Do not even think about calling anyone." She pulled out her phone, already scrolling through her contacts. "I'll fix it. But you owe me a favor, and I will collect."

Casey shook her head, torn between amusement and sympathy. "It's honestly impressive how quickly this night has derailed. I think this might be a new record."

Alex shot her a withering look while pressing her phone to her ear. "Judge Harrison? Yes, I know it's after hours. I apologize for interrupting your evening, but we have a situation that requires immediate attention..."

9:00 PM.

Alex had just managed to salvage the evening through a combination of legal maneuvering, three very apologetic phone calls, and what might have technically qualified as blackmail in some jurisdictions. Jeffries had been dispatched with strict instructions to go directly home and touch absolutely nothing work-related until Monday. The wine had been replenished, their entrees had finally arrived, and Casey had solemnly sworn on her bar license to behave.

The universe, apparently, took this as a personal challenge.

The fire alarm's shriek cut through the restaurant's carefully cultivated atmosphere like a defendant's outburst in a quiet courtroom. The elegant dining room froze for a moment, then erupted into confused murmuring as the sprinkler system began to whir ominously overhead.

They both looked up at the flashing lights, then at each other.

"You have got to be kidding me," Alex muttered, her perfectly cooked steak going untouched. "This isn't happening."

Casey set down her wine glass with exaggerated care. "Well, look on the bright side."

"There is no bright side."

"At least it wasn't my fault this time."

Alex's retort was cut off by the maître d's smooth voice announcing that everyone needed to evacuate immediately. The restaurant staff moved through the tables with practiced efficiency, helping diners gather their belongings and herding them toward the exits.

"Should we grab the wine?" Casey asked, eyeing their half-full bottle. "It seems shame to waste it."

"That would be theft," Alex pointed out, even as she cast a longing look at the vintage she'd specially requested.

"I prefer to think of it as evidence preservation."

Despite herself, Alex laughed. It was either that or cry at this point. "Come on, counselor. Before we add 'arrested for grand larceny' to this evening's highlights."

They joined the stream of displaced diners flowing onto the sidewalk, the cool evening air raising goosebumps on their arms. Casey immediately shed her heels, holding them by their straps as she stood barefoot on the concrete.

"That cannot be sanitary," Alex said, watching her with fond exasperation.

"Neither is third-degree burns from these torture devices you call shoes." Casey wiggled her toes. "Besides, we've got bigger problems. I'm starving."

As if on cue, several fire trucks rounded the corner, sirens wailing. Their red lights painted the gathering crowd in surreal flashes of color, turning evening gowns and suit jackets into a bizarre light show.

"I don't suppose they'll let us back in anytime soon," Casey mused, watching as firefighters deployed from their trucks with practiced efficiency.

Alex sighed, already pulling out her phone. "I'm ordering pizza."

"I love you," Casey said with such genuine affection that Alex felt her frustration start to melt. "Even if you did curse this entire evening by tempting fate."

"I did not tempt fate. I made dinner reservations."

"You specifically said, and I quote, 'no distractions, no emergencies.' That's basically daring the universe to mess with us."

"The universe is not a spiteful entity that—" Alex stopped as smoke began visibly curling from one of the restaurant's upper windows. "You know what? Never mind. I rescind my objection."

Casey grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Wise decision, counselor. Now, about that pizza..."

10:30 PM.

Their apartment felt like a sanctuary after the chaos of the evening. They'd changed into comfortable clothes – Alex in silk pajamas that probably cost more than some suits, Casey in worn Harvard Law sweats that had seen better decades. The coffee table was covered in an impressive spread: one large pizza (half margherita for Alex, half "everything but anchovies" for Casey), garlic knots that would guarantee they both had terrible breath tomorrow, and a bottle of wine they'd rescued from Alex's impressive home collection.

"All I'm saying," Casey argued, gesturing with a slice of pizza in a way that made Alex nervously eye her white couch, "is that the Fourth Amendment issues in People v. Reddington were so obvious that a first-year law student could have spotted them."

"No, they weren't," Alex countered, reaching over to steal a bite of Casey's slice before it could become a projectile. "The expectation of privacy in shared cloud storage is still evolving case law."

Casey gasped with theatrical outrage. "You pizza thief! And don't try to distract me with technological semantics. The warrant was clearly overbroad."

"The warrant was perfectly reasonable given the circumstances." Alex settled more comfortably into the couch, tucking her feet under Casey's thigh. "The scope was limited to the specific folder structure identified by the witness."

"Oh please, they accessed his entire drive history!"

"Which was necessary to establish pattern and practice."

Casey narrowed her eyes, reaching for another slice. "You're just arguing with me because you can."

"I'm arguing with you because you're wrong," Alex corrected primly, but she couldn't hide her smile. "And because you're cute when you're outraged about constitutional issues."

"Flattery will not win you this argument." Casey paused, considering. "Though it might win you another piece of pizza."

They settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft music playing from Alex's carefully curated playlist and the distant sounds of the city below. The chaos of the evening felt far away now, replaced by something warmer and more genuine than any fancy restaurant could have provided.

Casey squinted at her, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "Admit it – this is better than some overpriced steak at Lumière."

Alex paused, taking in the scene: Casey's disheveled hair and bright eyes, the way her old sweatshirt had a small sauce stain already (because some things never changed), the comfortable weight of her feet under Alex's legs, the simple pleasure of arguing case law over pizza.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her smile. "Fine. But don't expect me to say it out loud."

Casey's answering grin was brighter than all the candles at Lumière combined. "Oh, I know you love this. You love me. You probably even love that I derailed your perfectly planned evening."

"That's a stretch."

"Is it, though?"

Alex sighed, shook her head fondly, and leaned in to kiss her. Casey tasted like garlic and wine and happiness, and Alex couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.

Even the universe, it seemed, sometimes knew exactly what they needed.

"We're still going back to Lumière though," Alex murmured against Casey's lips. "I refuse to let that reservation deposit go to waste."

Casey laughed. "Whatever you say, counselor. But maybe next time we shouldn't tempt fate by announcing our plans."

"Next time," Alex said, pulling back to fix Casey with her best courtroom stare, "we're ordering in."

"Objection noted and sustained," Casey agreed, pulling her back in for another kiss.

The pizza got cold, the wine ran out, and somewhere in Manhattan, Jeffries was probably still having a panic attack about the Harrison case. But here, in their apartment with their terrible takeout and their endless legal arguments, everything was exactly as it should be.

Even if Alex would never admit it out loud.

[cake-emu]

spent the entire episode worrying that nobody would eat the shakshuka

[ttsukiimi]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ B⍣CKSHOTS MAKE YOU FEEL RELIEVED!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ After the kids leave to a friend’s, it’s just you and your husband. You and a 6 foot 2 s⍣x addict who’s not afraid of f⍣cking another child into you.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ toji x fem!reader, smut (mdni), breeding k⍣nk, stomach bulge, unprotected, implied breeding k⍣nk, implied size difference, bigd⍣ck!toji, established relationship, reader referred to as (baby, princess.)

“Toji—“

“C’mon, baby. Know you want it too.”

“I do but—“

“You do. So open your legs ‘n let me have my way with you.”

All you could do was nod and watch as the bigger, built man on top of you smirked—and, fuck you could just die right then and there from the way his eyes hungrily surveyed your body, practically undressing you of the skimpy set of pajamas you had on.

Toji licked his lips, tongue sliding over his scar as his large hands made way to your core. “Promise I’ll take good care of this pussy.”

A blink and he already had your bottoms off, whistling to himself as he instantly found a wet spot on your panties. You looked away and he chuckled, his thick fingers already moving the material aside and swiping up your folds.

“Dirty girl.”

You whimpered from the contact and instinctively tried to close your legs around his arm—to no avail, of course. To think Toji would let you deprive him of even a second of seeing the succulent sight of your cunt is laughable.

Watching as he frees himself from his sweats, your mouth waters. You’re proud to say your husband is well over average, and feeling it inside you is a whole other level

. Feeling Toji Fushiguro inside you is as if taking two average cocks at the same time. You throb at the thought, eyes already rolling back from the stimulation his fingers provided.

“Eyes up here,” your body obeys quicker than your brain, and you’re giving him those ‘innocent’, succubus eyes that you know he can’t resist. The same look that got you here in the first place.

“Hurry, want it so bad,” you whined, pulling him down to your lips with your arms around his neck, grinding against the tip pathetically. “Please.”

And who was Toji to resist such temptation?—he could never say no to such a needy wife such as you.

So, with one swift snap of his hips, he was fully immersed in your wet heat, sucking his teeth as he felt your walls clamp down on him so tightly. Toji’s hands gripped on your hips harshly, steadying both you and him for the onslaught of thrusts to come.

You looked up to his eyes, tears already falling from yours, strings of moans pouring from your open lips. Toji has never loved a sight—a sound so much.

Your moans spurred him on more than anything, causing that rapid smack! of skin to skin contact he loves oh, so much. So much it has his head spinning and his body trembling in euphoria.

He looked down, sweat dripping from his forehead and a thin sheen on his body, groaning as he saw himself moving inside of you. “Look at that,” he hummed, approval and pride laced within his voice, pressing a hand to your lower stomach where the bulge formed. “Feel that, princess? That’s me.”

From that point on, Toji was set on making you feel every part of him. His pace quickened and his words were dirtier, his touches lit fires of temptation on your skin in their wake, and his overwhelming presence alone had you ready to cum at any moment.

“Y’know, I been thinking..” his voice was deep, intriguing. “It’s about time I put a baby in ya.”

[reddesertcolbs]

Can’t stop thinking about riding Simon’s face. So here’s this:

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader

TW: Oral (female receiving), pet names, swear words.

//

“You want me to what?” You chuckle softly, cheeks warming at your boyfriend’s request when you glance up at him from your cuddled position on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Sit on my face.” Simon grumbles with a shrug, his signature smirk on his face as he gently brushes your bare back with his fingertips.

“You want me to sit on your face?” You repeat, cheeks warming even more at his bluntness.

“Did I stutter?” He rolls his eyes, his smirk still evident on his lips as he pulls you onto his lap from the bed with his beefy arms, your legs straddling his wide hips.

You giggle as he manhandles you, your hands resting on his bare chest, fumbling with his dog tags as you glance down at him with a shy smile.

“Don’t get shy on me now, darling.” He smiles fondly, his hand moving from your hip to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You trust me?”

“Of course,” You murmur, nodding your head along with your words as he cups the side of your jaw and brings your lips to his for a gentle kiss before patting your arse cheeks with a grin.

“Up you get.” He pats his chest, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze as he guides your movements, moaning deeply at the sight of your bare core near his lips. “So fucking pretty. I’m so lucky.”

You giggle softly, cheeks flooding at his vulgarity as you attempt to calm your heart rate with nerves, your hands resting on the headboard for support as you hover above his lips.

“You just let me do the work.” He murmurs, pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his large hands moving to curl around your arse cheeks, encouraging you to lower yourself. “I’ve got you. Just enjoy it, yeah?”

You hum in agreement, nodding gently as you follow his lead, lowering your hips as he grunts with pleasure, bringing your hips even closer to his mouth and immediately gets to work, swiping his tongue through your folds, gathering up your juices as if it’s honey.

You moan softly as he flicks his tongue to your clit, eyes locking into his as you look down at him. Your fingertips curl around the headboard a little more as the pleasure begins to build.

He groans with delight at the taste of you, flicking his tongue to your clit and taking his time, almost as if he’s trying to remember every taste, sound and movement. “Tastes so fucking good, baby.”

His movements pick up, the need and desire to make you feel as good as possible kicking in. His hands get rougher, palming over your arse cheeks and the back of your thighs, encouraging you to rock your hips against him, earning soft hitches and moans from your pretty lips.

Your hand moves to tangle in his blonde hair, pulling with pleasure when his tongue explores you, flicking and sucking in all the right spots. Pulling out the pleasure from within with every swirl of his tongue.

“Gonna cum, Si.” You gasp, your hips moving against his mouth, unable to stop the urge to get more. Your fingers tugging a little harder in his scalp, earning a grunt of approval from him.

“That’s my girl.” He praises, his words muffled as continues to abuse your clit with his tongue, flicking expertly as his large hands palm the back of your thighs possessively, squeezing and supporting your movements against him. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

His words were all you needed to allow the knot to snap, your hips twitching when your orgasm washes through you. Your head tilted back as you chant his name.

Simon doesn’t let up, continuing to suck and flick onto your clit as he rides out your high, grunting with ecstasy as he watches you come undone.

It feels like hours when his movements slow, eventually coming to a stop as he presses a satisfied kiss to your inner thigh. His hands smoothing over your soft skin, bringing you back to him.

You pant, breathing heavy as you glance down to him, grinning when you see his pleased grin on his lips.

“Did you enjoy that?” He quizzes, his grin widening because he already knows your answer, continuing to explore your skin softly with his hands.

“Yes,” You giggle, rolling your eyes with feigned annoyance at his smugness. “It was nice.”

“Good,” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, leaning back against the pillow to have a better look at you, taking in your blissed out appearance. “You can sit on my face anytime, pretty girl.”

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

One hell of a team | In-ho x Wife!Reader |

Summary: You will follow your husband anywhere.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Violence - Different back story for In-ho - Blood - Death - Use of (Y/N) - Reader gets called "love" -

The Frontman, the man with the most power within the island, to who the guards obey without question.

Was currently trembling under his wife pointed look.

"You want to enter the games?" You asked him, your tone cold and almost jugdmental.

In-ho calmed himself down. It was an idea that stayed with him after the death of the Chairman and even more with how player 456 had insisted the last two years in finding them. He had played before and won, he knew how terrible others could be, he had walked out like a new man, used the money for himself and you. Never really gave much thought on how many lives were lost.

But, for some reason he wanted to go again.

"Im going with you"

His glass of wishky fell onto the floor, the loud crash did nothing to bother you while you ate.

"No, thats not happening. I need you here to control the games and guards" In-ho started trying to get a valid reason to why you defenetly should not come.

"Oh, you need me to? Well I need you here. With me. With our family. How do you think I would do seeing you there ? I still remember how you got when you came back from these the first time"

"That was different" The Frontman said taking a deep breath "I wont be just one more player, it will be like when the Chairman went in"

"That still does not ease my mind" (Y/N) responded "Till death do us a part and follow you anywhere" you recited showing him your weeding ring. "Remember?"

In-ho felt his chest got thight at the sight and the memory of the small yet full of love weeding you two had back when life was more simple.

"Alright, you can come with me. Its not like you would wait for my approval" he responded smiling at the end "But no one must know that we are married, you understand that ?" He added now serious

"Of course, its what makes more sense, we will just casually meet there and see how it plays" You nodded to him "And please, better clean up that glass before someone steps on it"

"On it, love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

For the most part pretending not to know each other was easier than expected. While you knew the guards knew who you two were you were still a bit scared. Specially during the green and red light, since both of you had got separated and now you were froze in your spot.

"You need to move" In-ho said from behind his arm playing along "Follow me in the next sing, alright? Just take my hand"

"Im scared, im sorry" You said feeling guilty over wanting to be there with him and starting to fail on the first game no less.

"I know, I was too. But im here, just follow me"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

You had to hide your smirk when he pressed the circle to go on with the games, you knew he would do it just to piss off Player 456 and make things more cahotic.

He went with the rest and stood besides you trying himself not to smile at you.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The first approach to Gi-huns team was tense to say the least. You two had voted circle and even worse In-ho had been the vote that ended the tie.

But with his own charisma and yours you two got to be on his good side.

Till In-ho decided to talk, really you sometimes forgot who sassy he could be.

"And some picked umbrella?" He asked faking suprise when he had seen it on first hand. "Most of them died I assume"

You could see the look on player 456 and decided to be more sensitive

"Hey, dont be like that. Im sure they went in blind and did not know what it was about" You said keeping a safe distance so no one would think you two were together or knew each other before the games.

In-ho was having too much fun.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

That first night they both were in their respective beds. Still keeping their false relationship. However once (Y/N) was sure all were asleep she went towards In-ho who was awake like he knew she would be coming to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a whisper, worried that for her this would be too much.

"Im fine, I wanted to see if you were fine"

He nodded not saying a thing but taking her hand.

"Also, I saw you break that fight, really ? When did you even learn to do that ?" This made him smile and hold her hand thighter "Really! I only see you in your office all the time"

"You think I would come in here without knowing how to defend myself or you?"

She smiled at him, blushing in the dark. "No....I just thought all you did was be in your office and give orders"

In-ho rolled his eyes "Just wait till we are out of here, i will show you just how fit im"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The six legs game was both a chaos and funny. Honeslty you could not help yourself on hugging him and player 456 (who was slowly getting on your soft side) as you saw a team win.

However the shoots that came for these who did not survive were too much. You would swear In-ho gave the guards a cold stare because you would flinch sometimes.

"Hey, dont worry they wont shoot the ones who havent played" Player 456 reassured you with a calm tone

You nodded, knowing that even if you lost they wont shoot you or In-ho. It was still sweet to see him trying to calm you down.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Not a word" He said during the night when you two were able to talk again.

"I was not going to say a thing, but you did in on purpose or were you really missing ?"

In-ho closed his eyes knowing you would later get the recording of him missing during the game and use it against him.

"It was all planned" he said trying to sound as convincing as he could.

"Whatever you say Honey"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The game of making pairs gave you nausea because of the carousel kept spinning around. And the rounds were stress again. The worse part was getting separated from In-ho who find you seeing how two players were dragging you so they could have the number they needed.

You havent see him get that angry in years, his protective self being on as he pulled one from the neck and punched the other one.

He kept punching almost forgetting there was a game you two were supposed to play.

"Leave him we still need two more" You urged only for a guard to shove two confused and scared players besides you and In-ho.

"We got them" He assured getting your hand and going to one room.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"In-ho!! (Y/N)!!" The worried screams of Gi-hun filled the place as he looked for both of you.

Even if he had promised to try and dont get attached to new players and survive he could not help but feel a connection with both of you.

"Gi-hun!" In-ho's voice called making him look over and see him coming towards the rest with you by hand something that made him curious but decided not to ask.

"Im glad to see you two alright" Gi-hun said seeing just a few bruises on you, and noticing blood on In-ho knuckles.

You catched his eyes and went to explain "He saved me" you told the rest looking at them then at In-ho who was looking back at you "I would have not made it otherwise"

The look of love you two shared was so genuine, some wonder if you two were together but trying to be discrete to protect yourselfs.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"They will most likely attack us tonight" Gi-hun explained as he showed the fork the guards had left when the food was given.

The idea only assented itself when the men returned from the bathroom, with blood on them. 

"And what do you propouse us to do?" In-ho asked all of the Xs were in a circle trying to listen to what Gi-hun had to say.

Gi-hun told the others his plan, honestly you thoguht it was nusts, it wont work. They were far suprassed on numbers but you had to shut yourself up.

You could tell your husband was both amazed by it and even kind of respecting it. Or at least that what he showed to him. He needed Gi-hun's trust after all.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Hide well" In-ho said besides you in a low tone "We can trust the guards but till they get here we cant trust the others"

You nodded knowing that very well since this was a typical phase of the game for years.

"We will be safe" You said holding his shoulder. "Do what you have to do, dont worry about me" You tried to make him feel at ease but he could not. The only thing that scared him more than anything were the other players trying to get to you.

"Just hang in there" He responded his forehead against yours.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The fight was on its hot spot. The players were killing each other without a second thought.

Nothing like living it, even if you have seen this type of thing multiple times. Its was unnerving to see them just going at each others troath. The screams and cries were too much for a moment, the dark did nothing to help.

Thats when you felt it. Someone had dragged you out from under the bed and was now on top of you. You saw the player move their left hand ready to Strike at you. You tried to punch and defend yourself but the person on top was too strong.

A cold scream left your mouth as the fork pierced your shoulder.

You could not help it, the adrenaline and anxiety was getting on you.

"In-ho! In-ho help me please" You screamed for him, your husband the love of your life.

"Shut up, the next one will be your neck" The person said and for a moment you saw it. Dying in here and leaving In-ho.

Till you felt the person being pushed and the screams of them. You blinked trying to make sense.

It was In-ho, he had taken the fork from the player and was now piercing the neck of the player, not even leaving a chance for them to survive.

"GO HIDE NOW!!" In-ho ordered, he being scared himself and angry. He saw red when you were dragged and it was for the brutal grip Gi-hun had on his arm that he did not move faster.

You did as told getting under another bed and making sure no one could reach you.

"You fucking scum! How dare you lay hands on my wife" In-ho almost screamed too angry to see that the player was now dead. All his face and hands where covered in blood.

"Stop it!! They are dead, we need to continue the plan, the lights will be back soon" Gi-hun said taking him and pulling him away from the dead player.

"Get (Y/N), and be ready" Gi-hun told him trying to keep himself calm even when he was close to jump over and save you and In-ho. He wondered if he had hear it right, you were his wife?

In-ho did not waste time, searching for you in the dark till he noticed you. He went quick, pulling yourself out from the bed telling you its was him.

"Shh shh its me, its over dont cry Love" He said trying to make you feel better.

"In-ho?" He nodded and you cried harder "In-ho I was so scared"

"I know love I know, just a bit more alright? It will be over soon. Listen once the guards come in and we follow Gi-huns plan do not come. Someone will come and get you"

"Im going with you, im not leaving you in a bullet fight!"

"You know nothings gonna happen to me, I want you here, safe, alright?"

Finally you accepted.

"I love you In-ho"

"I love you too Love"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

As In-ho had said when the guards got back after the fight one took you, Player 120 tried to protest but was put back in her place by other guard.

"You are under suspect of have been part of the riot. You are now eliminated from the games"

The guard said playing his role, starting to get you out of the room while you screamed following the act.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"Apologies Madam, orders from the Front Man" The guard said bowing once you two were outside and out of reach from the others players.

Even if you were still breathing hard you nodded. "Dont worry, just take me to him". The guard nodded.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

He knew he was needed in the control room but refused to let you alone like that. He went to your share room, his heart broke at your image, bruises and blood over you. A guard was checking your shoulder but left after he order them to.

Silence fell over both of you as he went to you and hugged you careful not to hurt your shoulder.

He removed his mask to look at you properly.

"Im sorry, I should have never let you come, I should have stopped this sooner" He said with pain in his voice

"Dont blame yourself, I told you I was going in with you. This was not your fault In-ho" You reassured him feeling sad and worried over him.

"I cant not blame myself" He gently passed his hand over your cheeck "You are the best thing in my life and I almost lost you because of my own desires, never again"

You two kissed softly grounding yourselfs. You two were safe and together nothing else matters from now. Only the love and devotion you two had for each other.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[darksturnz]

── ⋮ ⌗ “FUCKIN’ TAKE IT. . .” ⟢ BF.ᐟMATT ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut heavy-plot ・unprotected p n v・part two to THIS ・ this was requested!

His words replay in your mind, looping, sinking deep.

M’gonna make you the prettiest momma ever, ‘kay?

It’s filthy. It’s possessive. It’s exactly what you didn’t know you needed to hear.

A quiet whimper slips past your lips before you can stop it. You try to suppress it, biting down on the inside of your cheek, but Matt catches it—of course he does. His smirk is slow, knowing, dripping with amusement as he dips his head to press a kiss just below your ear.

“Didn’t answer me, sweetheart.” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it now, something rougher, something hungry. His fingers press into your thighs, urging you forward, making you grind against him just a little harder. “Y’gotta tell me if that’s what you want.”

Your breath stutters. “Matt—”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t ease up, doesn’t let you shy away from the heat between you. His lips ghost over your jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath it, where he knows you always melt for him. “Use your words, baby.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, humiliated by how quickly you unraveled, by how easily he turned your ache into something entirely different. But Matt doesn’t let you drift too far into your own head—he never does. His hands are patient, coaxing, always knowing exactly what you need before you even realize it yourself.

One of them slides up your back, threading into your hair as he tilts your head, forcing you to look at him. His gaze is heavy, burning into you, his pupils wide, dark, consuming.

“C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips barely brushing against yours, teasing but not giving. “can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

Your body betrays you before your mouth can. Your hips shift instinctively, chasing friction, chasing him. His hold tightens in response, and the sharp inhale he takes tells you everything you need to know—he’s feeling it, too.

You swallow hard, embarrassment burning beneath the want. “I just—” Your voice is unsteady, barely a whisper. “I just need you.”

Matt hums in approval, his fingers flexing, pulling you flush against him. “Yeah?” His lips finally, finally press against yours, a slow, deep kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. “let me take care of you.”

His hands move with purpose, trailing lower, dipping beneath the hem of his shirt that swallows your frame, slipping past the last barrier between you.

His fingers push your panties to the side, barely brushing over your soaked cunt before pressing in deep, curling just right, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure straight through your core. His other hand grips your thigh, holding you still as he works you open, taking his time, watching the way you fall apart in his lap.

“Already so fuckin’ wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “Barely touched you.”

You whimper, your hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more. But before you can even reach for him, before you can beg, he groans low, frustrated.

His cock is straining against his sweats, the fabric damp where he’s leaking against it, and he exhales sharply before yanking them down just enough to free himself. The thick head of him presses against your entrance, rubbing against your clit for a moment before he lines up and sinks inside in one slow, unrelenting thrust.

The stretch has you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders, but he doesn’t give you a moment to process it before—

“Matt! Where the fuck are you kid?”

His teammate’s voice from the headset he threw onto the desk startles you, breaking through the haze.

Your breath catches, your body tensing, but Matt barely reacts. He exhales through his nose, visibly annoyed, then reaches over, picking up the headset. His other hand remains firm on your waist, keeping you completely still with his cock buried deep inside you.

He un-mutes.

“Right here,” he says, completely level, voice smooth, steady, like he’s not currently splitting you open. “What’re you yellin’ for, told you my girl was sleeping”

Your nails dig deeper into his skin, your hips shifting instinctively, desperate for movement, for relief, but he doesn’t budge.

You whimper softly, barely able to think past the need clawing through you, but Matt—cruel, infuriatingly hot Matt—just picks up his controller and returns to his game.

You try again, grinding against him, but all it earns you is a sharp squeeze to your thigh—a silent warning.

His mic mutes.

“What?” His voice is lazy, rough, thick with something darker. “You wanted it, didn’t you? So fuckin’ take it.”

Your breath stutters.

You have no choice—he’s not going to move, not going to help you.

So you do as you’re told.

You start slow, rolling your hips, testing, adjusting to the thick stretch of him. The burn in your thighs is immediate, but it’s nothing compared to the ache between your legs, the desperate need for friction, for more.

You whimper, pressing closer, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Matt,” you plead, voice shaking. “Please—please move—”

His mic unmutes.

“Matt, cover me dipshit—fuck—”

“That’s on you dude, I’m hitting my shots” he mutters, completely indifferent, but his fingers flex on your hips, betraying his composure.

It’s unbearable—the slow build of pleasure, the strain in your legs, the torture of knowing he could so easily take control but won’t.

Eventually, your body gives out.

Your thighs tremble violently, burning with exertion, and you falter, collapsing against him with a frustrated whimper.

His mic mutes.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His voice is soft now, teasing, taunting.

You shake your head, fingers clutching at his shirt. “Can’t,” you whisper. “Need you—please.”

His hand slides up your back, pressing you close, his lips ghosting over your ear.

“Yeah?” His breath is warm, thick with amusement. “You given up already?”

You nod frantically, too far gone for embarrassment. “Please, Matt—need you so bad.”

Matt groans, the sound low and wrecked, and that’s all it takes—his own patience snaps.

His hand flies to his headset, tearing it off. “Nate—I’m getting off.”

“What? We’re in the middle of—”

Matt doesn’t even wait for a full response before exiting the game entirely.

The screen goes dark for a moment before his PC background illuminates the room—a picture of you curled against his chest, tangled in his sheets, the soft glow casting light across his sharp features.

And then he moves.

The first thrust is brutal, knocking the breath from your lungs, and then he’s pounding into you, gripping your waist, pulling you down to meet each deep, punishing stroke.

“This what you need?” he growls against your ear, voice rough, breath ragged. 

You nod frantically, moaning his name, nails dragging down his back.

His grip on your waist is tight, almost bruising, holding you in place as he drives into you. The wet, obscene sounds of it fill the dimly lit room, mixing with the soft whimpers spilling from your lips, with the ragged, uneven breaths against your ear.

He doesn’t ease up, doesn’t slow down—just takes you, hips snapping up into yours with a brutal rhythm, pulling you down every time you start to lift yourself off of him, making sure you feel every single inch.

You sob against his shoulder, overwhelmed, body shaking, thighs trembling from the sheer force of it. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

And maybe he is.

“You feel that?” His voice is a low growl against your ear, rough, breath ragged, laced with something dark, something possessive. “Gonna let me put my baby in you?”

You nod frantically, barely able to form words, your breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. Your nails drag down his back, digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt, and he groans, sharp and guttural, his pace stuttering for just a second before he recovers.

“Fuck—” His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down harder, making you take him deeper. “Wish I knew—knew you wanted this sooner.”

You whimper, pressing your forehead against his, nodding weakly. “Wanna have your baby,” you breathe, barely coherent, voice small and wrecked. “Want you, Matt—please.”

His jaw clenches, his breath hitching slightly. His hips slow for a fraction of a second, like he’s processing it—your desperation, your need for him—before he lets out a sharp exhale and picks up the pace again, fucking into you with a newfound urgency.

And at this point, you don’t even care how loud you are, how utterly wrecked you sound. You just hold onto him, sobbing his name, letting him take exactly what he wants—letting him give you exactly what you need.

Matt’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into your hips with a bruising force, guiding you, controlling every desperate shift of your body. The force of his thrusts sends you bouncing in his lap, each deep stroke shoving you further into the mattress of his chair, forcing you to take him exactly how he wants.

Your legs are trembling, thighs burning from the earlier effort, but it doesn’t matter—not when he’s finally giving you what you begged for, not when every sharp snap of his hips has you spiraling closer to the edge.

“Shiiiittt,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin. “So fuckin’ tight—gripping me—”

You whimper in response, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching lightly against his scalp as you cling to him.

Matt grunts, a sharp exhale against your skin, before he shifts slightly, planting his feet firmly against the floor.

Then he really starts to fuck you.

The rhythm turns relentless, deep and rough, his hips lifting off the chair to meet every downward roll of yours. The chair creaks beneath you, the obscene slap of skin-on-skin filling the space between your ragged breaths, between the filthy, low groans Matt presses into your throat.

“You takin’ it, sweet girl?” His voice is rough, nearly wrecked, but still teasing, still cruel. “This what you were cryin’ for?”

Your only response is a choked sob, your head falling back, eyes squeezing shut as heat builds low in your stomach, tightening, coiling, ready to snap.

Matt’s mouth is on you immediately—lips dragging down the column of your throat, teeth grazing over sensitive skin before he bites, sucking a mark into the dip of your shoulder, his own way of branding you, of making sure you feel him even after this.

The pressure is unbearable now, your body trembling, overstimulated and desperate, but you still want more.

“Matt,” you gasp, voice barely a whisper. “Close—gonna—”

He exhales sharply, his grip on you turning brutal. His hands move down, sliding to the backs of your thighs, spreading you open even more as he pounds into you, pushing you right to the edge, forcing you into it.

“Then come for me,” he mutters against your skin, his voice pure sin, pure need. “C’mon, baby—let me feel it.”

Your body locks up, the pressure finally snapping, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense it nearly knocks you unconscious. You sob against his shoulder, every muscle in your body going taut as you clench around him, shaking, unraveling completely.

Matt curses beneath his breath, the sensation sending him straight into his own undoing. His thrusts turn frantic, messy, his breath hot against your skin.

Then you clarify it—

“Inside—please, Matt—inside,” you gasp, barely coherent, but completely, utterly serious.

His entire body tenses. He didn’t really think you’d actually let him, but he wasn’t complaining either.

His jaw clenches, his grip on you tightening to the point of pain, and then he slams deep one final time, burying himself inside you completely, holding you still as he fills you, groaning deep in his chest.

The only sound left is your heavy, uneven breaths, the soft hum of his PC still glowing behind him, the slight creak of the chair as he slumps forward, wrapping his arms around you.

His lips find your temple, soft, warm, pressing against your damp skin as he exhales, still catching his breath.

His voice is lower now, hoarse, rough, but serious.

“Y’know I mean it, right?” he murmurs against your skin. “Not just sayin’ shit, I will give you all the babies you want, sweetheart.”

authors note: spectacular gimme 14 of ‘em!

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[monstersholygrail]

I am such a nuzzler (I’m severely touched starved). But I just love me a good nuzzle with some sweet cuddling and maybe a bit more than that.

Imagine Werewolf bf who welcomes and encourages your clingy behavior and all the nuzzling that comes with it. Not only because he loves the attention but because he is just as obsessed with you as you are him.

You get this sort of shy look in your eye when the urge arrives and Werewolf bf notices it instantly. His arms move on their own as they spread out wide. Allowing you to immediately dive into his embrace. Nuzzling your way up his furry body till you burrow into his chest.

Loud purrs emanate from Werewolf bfs chest as his arms move to wrap around you, practically squishing you to his chest. You both adore the hard secure touch of each other’s hold. His purrs only growing louder as you move up and nuzzle into his neck, nosing brushing along his marking spot.

His cock can help but harden whenever you do this. It’s his instant weakness. The idea of you two marking each other. Of being bound and getting these cuddles for the rest of your life. It sounds like heaven to him.

And of course when you’re cuddling with a Werewolf bf, cuddling doesn’t stay cuddling for long. With your delicious shapely body pressed so tightly against him, he can’t be blamed for his actions that follow.

As you two continue to squirm against each other, practically wanting to crawl into each other’s skin, it’s simply not Werewolf bfs fault that his erection just so happens to grind into your lovely pussy. He can feel the growing dampness through your panties and he growls out his approval. Always so wet for him you are.

The whine that leaves you vibrates through his skin, only serving to make Werewolf bf even harder. His hands never leave their place around your body, not even as they slide down and so gently push your panties off to the side. He wouldn’t dare take his hands off of you when in need of such closeness.

Making sure to maintain your cuddles while he rolls his cock easily inside your addictive wet heat. Werewolf bf tightens his hold on you to the point where you can barely move as he starts moving your bodies in a steady rhythm.

Your bodies rocking together as noises of pleasure fall from your lips and spill right into each other’s skin. Not an inch of space between you and neither of you would have it any other way. Werewolf bf’s claws scratch along your back and you cry out, toes curling at the added sensation.

Burying your hands in his fur you move as best you can, eagerly sucking his cock back inside you with every thrust. Wanting all of him as close to you as possible. Rough grunts leave your bf as his pace picks up, fulfilling your need as he does all the others.

Werewolf bf keeps his grip firm but gives you the room to move faster and meet the snap of his hips. You immediately jump at the chance, drool dripping onto his fur as you bounce sloppily on his huge girth. Wanting to feel just how roughly he can split you open and stretch your weeping cunt.

As you both move together it doesn’t take long for you both to explode, clenching down on his length and milking his cock for all it’s worth as he shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside your walls. Werewolf bf shivers in return, his body buzzing as your essence coats his member and your walls stay firmly implanted around him.

Your limp form sags happily back into his chest. Nipping playfully at his neck and resulting in Werewolf bf’s cock twitching inside you as he snaps his jaw at your neck in retaliation. You laugh lightly, nuzzling back into him, glad to be even closer to him as his softening cock stays inside you.

Werewolf bf moves his hands up and down your back and over your body, caressing every inch of you. Loving how your body trembles and leans into it in response.

Yeah, Werewolf bf wouldn’t give up your nuzzles and clingy behavior for anything. He’s got everything he needs right here.

[cleolinda]

I am not the first person to attempt explaining this, but let me tell you about some of the nuances of Bless Your Heart™. It does not solely or even usually translate to “you are a dumbass.” It is more subtle than that:

It is primarily a thing you say to clarify (or falsify) the tone of what you DID say

OR

it is secondarily a thing you say instead of something ELSE to maintain 1) plausible deniability 2) a moral high ground.

“Bless your heart”: You genuinely deserve blessings because you are going through it right now and you need them. Gratitude, sympathy. “I’m going to have surgery next week.” “Bless your heart! Is there anything I can do for you?” (“Oh, bless your heart for asking.”) Original face-value meaning.

“Bless your heart��: You need a blessing because God knows you’re lacking (manners, intelligence, common sense) right now. Synonyms could include “Well, isn’t that precious” or “Well, that’s different.” It often comes in clutch when you don’t want to tell someone to their face that they fucked up. Your nephew has mowed the front yard for you. He has also mowed over all your flower beds. “Well… bless your heart.” If you were going to use it as a stealth insult to someone’s face for a more egregious occasion, it would be this category. It can be a mean girl move (the classic “It’s so brave that you dress like that” vibe), but it’s also a way of saying, “I want you to know that I see what you’re doing and I don’t approve of it, and you fully understand I’m expressing that, but I’m not going to give you the justification to clap back at me because I didn’t SAY that.” Someone wears a fancy white bridal-looking gown to your cousin’s wedding: “Well, bless your heart, that sure is a dress!” (If they understand you: “What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Because they know, but they want to make you SAY it. Combat engaged.)

“Bless their heart”: I am sharing news (gossiping) about someone but I like them and I want you to understand that I do, truly, bless their heart. “It’s been so hard for her after her father passed. Bless her heart, I’m gonna make her that red velvet cake she likes.”

“Bless their heart”: I am shit talking someone and I want to cover my ass, of COURSE I am just concerned for them. “She wore white to her sister’s wedding last week! WHITE! Bless her heart, I guess some people’s children just don’t know better.” (“Well you know they say she was always after the groom—“ “NO! Bless her heart.”)

That last one is the BYH they would need to deploy (but didn’t) in the Make Some Noise clip, but I feel like it honestly wasn’t necessary because the “prayer request” already served as a cover for talking shit. It probably would have come out if they’d been allowed to keep the skit going and they needed plausible deniability for spilling juicier details that maybe Jesus didn’t actually need to hear about. Thank you for coming to my Performing Southernness While Being Neurodivergent talk.

[militaryapple]

WHATS YOUR SAFE WORD?

synopsis. you ask caleb to degrade you, and when he agrees with his own terms you take it as a challenge.

cw. fem!reader, mild degradation, asphyxiation, fingering, cunnilingus, caleb has you in a headlock, marking, he gets hard when you call him colonel.

add ons. hope everyones having a wonderful monday

wc. 1.6k

"you want me to what?" caleb said surprised. degradation? it wasn't his forte. It's not like he didn't want to degrade you, tell you how much of a fucking slut you looked when you begged for him to fill up every little crevice of your throbbing cunt. he couldn't help but praise you though, you always took his cock so nicely. it was practically made for you. the sounds you made whenever he would go deeper in your sweet cunt, how perfect you looked when he fucked you senseless. it just rolled off his tongue naturally!

"caleb" you whined softly. he thought about it. oh he couldn't help but say yes to you, he couldn't say no. not when you look up at him, batting your eyes in a way that makes you look oh-so-innocent. he couldn't help but have a wide grin fall upon his face. "okay okay, fine pipsqueak." he said playfully "but-" and there it was.

your once gleeful face dropped. of course there was going to be a "but" this is caleb after all. why did he have to make this more difficult than it needed to be? it was just gonna be like.. a test the waters thing.

"hey don't look so sad on me now, I know why you're asking me to do this anyways." he clicked his tongue after finishing his sentence, pushing his hand into his pocket before pulling out a sheet of paper, and you felt your heart drop.

oh god.

oh lumiere.

"100% masochist.." how did he?

"98% rope bunny?" take it back.

"87% experimentalist?" your face flushed, you felt like you were burning before rushing towards him and grabbing the small piece of paper. dammit! this is why you don't do things with your friends after you drink! you leave evidence of shit around! you hit Caleb as hard as you could before he ducked and laughed. how could he even find this?! you swore you hid it well. well enough that after you woke up with a very bad hangover you forgot where you placed it.

"i know everything about you pips. you think I wouldn't be able to find a small little paper you attempted to hide away?" caleb said, almost mocking you. "did you forget who took care of you last night? I'm glad I looked at it when I did. i'd be a little sad to miss something this interesting about you." he shifted over on the couch where he was seated. you plopped yourself down next to him in embarrassment.

fuck your life.

"ah- back to our conversation, my only 'but' was that we have a safe word." his gaze shifting from the paper now peering at you. his face smug. like he fucking knows everything. "you go through my things, you make fun of me and now you want a safe word? ha? do you think i'd need to tap out or something?" you snarled back at him

caleb shifted from a comfortable position to a more.. open one. his legs widened as he couldn't help teasing you. look how flare you get? how your cheeks puff and your eyes burn into him. shit you were sexy like this.

"i'm just saying pip-squeak, if you cant handle it anymore, just say the word and i'll run a warm bath for you. we can cuddle and.." he trailed off as you moved to him, placing yourself on top of his lap as his gaze, once shifted downwards to meet your eyes now looking up.

"the safe word is apples. I won't need it since you're obviously challenging me." you retorted. there was no way you were losing some sort of game to caleb. he might have physical strength but you have mental strength, and that's more than enough.

caleb hummed in approval before grabbing you by your sides and swaying your hips on his crotch. oh fuck did it rub you just right. "I know everything about you." he whispered in your ear, his breath hot. fiery. you could feel the dent in his pants rising as the friction only made you feel so much better. you couldn't give in now, you both were just beginning.

caleb dug his face in the crook of your neck his kisses moving up as he bit the side of your neck, hard enough for you to feel it but not enough to make you bleed, softly coating the area with his saliva. "I know what you like," his nibbles becoming more and more prominent, "what you hate" the feeling was euphoric for you. "what you need." oh fuck, was he marking you?

you didn't have time to react before you were flipped to your front side. it didn't take any time before caleb unbuckled your pants and undoing your zipper. one of his arms putting you in a headlock, not quite hurting you but squeezing you, while his free hand made its way down your pants and in your panties. you would be lying if you said this wasn't turning you on, and caleb knew.

"you're drenched for me baby. what is it? you like the feeling of my big arms being wrapped around your pretty little throat? its almost pathetic." his arm tightening at the feeling of you wiggling beneath in, ah ah. you weren't getting out of this that fast. he rubbed your clit slowly, kissing the back of your neck as you pleaded for him to move faster. this was torture.

caleb was more than amused, he watched as you wiggled and writhed under him. oh how he would love to just give into you but he couldn't, not when you wanted him to be mean, and that's when he heard it.

"colonel, please."

could you say that? it didn't matter. he was rock fucking hard. hearing that from you was like sweet music to his ears. caleb rubbed your throbbing clit faster, your hand grabbing on his arm wrapped around your neck keeping you stern in place. "say it again, call me colonel, tell me how much you fucking need and how you cant do anything without me." you could only shake, you were so close to your release. your head fuzzy from the low oxygen you were getting, and the feeling of you creaming your pants.

caleb moved his hand away, moving it on your thigh as he rubbed it. you begged for him to touch you again. for him to make you cum all over him. "i know baby, just say it. say you need me, say you need your colonel." he coos. you felt fucking stupid. drunk off his slim fingers which made you feel so divine. all you could do was nod your head and let out a small "okay". caleb kissed the side of your head. "see baby? you're not that stupid."

he moved his finger back as he kissed and smothered you. rubbing your sensitive area as you babble out whatever you could. "I need you colonel. please, please I need you in so many ways. I'm nothing without you, I need you." it was a melody for him, a tune that would play over and over in his head until the day he actually dies. you shook as he felt you tense up. the familiar feeling he knows all too well. "you came? who said you could do that? jeez you are slutty."

he scooped you up and brought you to his room, throwing you down as he undid his pants. he looked over and noticed his work gloves, and a bright idea came to his head. caleb walked over and grabbed his gloves, sliding them on before towering over you and moving his hands to pop right inside your exhausted pussy.

"you cant expect me to just stop now. i wanna feel good too, until you call quits is all." caleb made fun of you. you weren't going to give out, even if he felt so fucking good, and the way his fingers slipped in and out of you. fuck the gloves were cold, but they felt so so good. you shivered underneath as he hit all your good spots.

you squirmed, your body aching for more, you grabbed on his arm and looked up, babbling for something, anything. though you were met by the soft coo's of caleb. "come on use your words, I know you can." he held you down while his fingers abused your cunt.

"please caleb, please just fuck me already." it was those few words that made him flip you upside down and slide his cock in you. he moaned and held on you while he got into a somewhat steady pace. in and out, in and out. his balls hitting your clit while his tip kissed your sweet spot. "yeah? you like that? nasty little thing." he coo'd.

you couldn't take anymore, you had to cum. your body shook. you were close, so so close it was like you would fall off a ledge. you grabbed caleb whining. "please colonel, let me cum, please I've been good." you pleaded. caleb drowned at your words, he was rearing his end too. "okay baby, yeah, cum for me, okay? come on come on." his body slammed into yours, feeling a wave of euphoria wash of you. it took Caleb a few more slaps before he eventually slowed down. he slid out of you, watching your every movement.

"I told you" you said sweetly. "we didn't need a safe word. I can take you." you were right to some extent, but you were still fucked out. as for Caleb, he moved back to admire what he had done to you, before letting out a small chuckle.

"what pip-squeak? you think that we're done? you haven't tapped out yet, which means we aren't done."

[yougavememyopia]

YOU WRITE CRYING MEN SO WELL ITS CRAZY ☹️🙏🙏 CAN WE PLS PLS PLS GET SMUT FOR CRYBABY!YANDERE OMG

Of course :) Pt.1. Pt.2.

Tags: oral (reader receiving), pillow humping, mommy kink (a bit obvious lol), poor communication

Yandere crybaby, who, despite all of his perverted fantasies, would be shy to take things further with you. You'd have to coax it out of him with gentle reassurance. Petting the top of his head, kissing his pouty lips, nibbling on his neck. Slowly drawing lewd whimpers and whines from him. Slowly making him rock hard for you.

But then, at the last frustrating second, where you start to take off his shirt, he'd stop you. Embarrassment with a mix of insecurity in his eyes. Choked up tears and weak excuses muttered from his lips. Making your heart flutter at the sight of beet-redded face. Your fingers wiped his cheek, his lips planting kisses against your palm in return. Taking a few seconds to calm down his breathing, he bore his eyes into yours.

"We don't have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, honey."

Your kind words eased him. But he knew you were bound to get tired of him being a pathetic crying mess. Truth was, he was scared— afraid that you'll hate him if you saw what was underneath his clothes. Afraid that if he didn't satisfy you, you would surely get rid of him. Leave him all alone to rot. Be with someone who was far better than him.

He couldn't let that happen.

"No, hic... You need relief. I-I can do this! I don't want you to be unsatisfied... Hic! I don't want you to go to anyone else for this. I want you to only look at me. Love me. Only me."

He got down between your legs. Rubbing your knees as he gulped, swallowing the saliva that wanted to spill. He felt sweaty. His heart drummed against his ears as tears fell from his eyes.

"Are you sure?" You confirmed it with him one last time, unable to say no to his cute, innocent face. He sniffled as he nodded enthusiastically. He wanted to do this. Not only because he could finally taste you, but also to make himself useful. He wanted to be good for you. He craved your approval; he needed it to survive.

He felt nervous. He had no idea what to do when you hesitantly pulled down your underwear. Just staring at your private...

His pants already creamed just by the sight of your bare pussy. He bit his lip hard, hiding a whimper from the shock of pleasure traveling up his body. Blinking and blinking, the gears in his head turning.

Your brows furrowed in concern. "I don't think we should, um..."

You lost your train of thought when his shaky breaths fanned your mound. An unsure tongue licking the length of your sensitive front. His eyes closed in ecstasy. Already overwhelmed enough by all his other senses. Your familiar smell, your divine taste, your dripping flesh— all driving him crazier. The noise you made caused his stomach to churn.

He pulled away, rubbing his cheek to the soft plush of your thigh instead. "Mmgh, f-feels too good. I..." His hand covered a mewl. "I love you so much..."

"I love you too, baby. But it's not a big deal if you—"

You were cut off again, this time by a surge of good shock shooting through you. He delved in, started to eat you out like a starved man. Licking, sucking, nibbling. His hands grabbing your hips so he could push his tongue further into your hole. Sinful squelching noises filled the room. His nose pressing against your clit with each thrust of his tongue. He wasn't holding back any longer, hiding his face between your thighs.

He slowly began to move his hips. His poor overstimulated cock rubbing against the couch. Aroused again with a fever. His whole body burned. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while he kept going. Movements only getting rougher and faster while you placed your hand on top of his head. Holding his head and bucking into his mouth, chasing release.

You had no idea he could be like this. His docile attitude replaced with something feral. He was moaning like he was in pain. Feeding on your juices to quench his thirst. His hips bumped against the furniture as if he wasn't capable of controlling it. Tears ruining his pretty face even more.

It was only a matter of time before you finished. Your back arching and your toes curling with a loud groan. "Ahhh... Fuck, fuck! Where did all that come from?"

"I-I just want you to be happy... Did I make you happy? Was I good? Are you gonna stay with me? You won't abandon me... right?!"

You sighed, a small smile forming on your face. He clearly had some things to work out. Always needing constant comfort; begging for you to own him, capture him, claim him as yours. He wished he could say the words without tearing up. Ask you to tie him down to your bed and just play with his hair.

He got comfortable with your body. Learning to use his slender fingers and even started to make eye contact when he kitten-licked your sensitive nub. Sobbing happy tears when you slowly stroked his hair. He felt enveloped by your love. Surrounded by you.

The liquid streamed down to his chin. Cries of joy vibrating against your heat while he worked harder to drive you to the edge. Half-lidded eyes staring up at yours as his fingers slid in and out of you rhythmically.

"Such a good boy, aren't you, hon? Yes. Yes, you are. You're my good boy. Ah, fuck, I'm gonna—"

Sometimes, the best way to help him calm down was to let him cuddle up to your chest. Sitting on your lap, head under your shirt— engulfed by your sweet sweet smell— lips moving around your breasts. Licking hot stripes around your areola, sucking on your nipple like a pacifier.

He'd start to get more greedy for your approval. Asking if he did a good job for a basic task, like folding his clothes and putting them away. Or if he was a good boy for not crying when you went to the bathroom. He was adorable— looking at you like a lost child, wanting for you to take care of him.

He couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a moment. Pleading and pleading for you to stay when you wanted to hang out with your friends. You pecked his lips, "Be good, baby. I'll be back in 2 hours. Promise."

He whimpered when you pulled away from him. Yet obeying your words as he should. Plopping down to your shared bed to sniff your scent from the sheets. 2 hours, he could do that.

He started weep pathetically. The droplets soaking your blanket. He cried over far more stupid things than this. A crybaby. That was really all he was. He took your pillow, hugging it tightly as if it would disappear at any moment. His eyes closed shut. Whispering, "Haah... I wish you were hugging me... I wish you were here..."

He tried to be a good boy. Tried to keep himself in check. Tried oh-so hard to stop thinking about it. But eventually, the problem in his pants started to hurt. One of his trembling legs dropped over your pillow, while he found the rewarding angle that gave him the most friction. His hand sneaked into his pocket to grab a pair of hidden underwear, there in case of... emergencies.

You came back to your room to retrieve a forgotten item. Just at the right time— catching him grinding against your pillow mindlessly. Your underwear pressed tightly against his nose as he inhaled and exhaled a wail. Moaning louder and more high-pitched than you've ever heard.

"Nghh... m-mommy... Why...? Why did you have to— hic— leave your poor babyboy....?"

You grinned. The newfound information was a treasure. You always wondered if he was into that title. Too timid to talk to you about things like that. He was just adorable. You could hear how close he was when his voice shook. When he chanted your name as if it would ease the pain. Brows crumpled, and sweat rolled down the skin of his forehead.

"Mommy..." His tongue darted out to lick the heavenly taste off the fabric of your panties. His hips rutted to the pillow until a sad, unsatisfying orgasm hit him. He cried miserably. Nose stuffed while he breathed out whimpers. Drool mixed with other liquids pooled down to splatter the pillow. An unusual angry huff coming from his lips. "Why aren't you here?!? Whywhywhywhy!"

Only if he had opened his eyes.