#my butt is flat and much too warm by now

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Teasing your monster husband into some morning sex

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Your husband was always awake before you. Alway sitting at the lit hearth and making breakfast for you both. It was very sweet, but some mornings you really wished you could actually wake up with him. You had no idea how he was always able to get out of bed so quietly and never wake you.

This morning was no exception. He was already sitting at the hearth and preparing breakfast, softly humming to himself while he waited for you to wake up.

You took a moment to admire him, what was once monstrous was now quite attractive. The glow of the fire gently illuminated the sapphire tones of his skin, his dense, shaggy hair was still messy from sleep, the light occasionally catching on the gold bands on his tusks.

He looked up as he heard you moving around in bed, “Breakfast will be ready soon if you would like to join me.”

“Sure, just a moment. I just want to stretch a little, woke up pretty stiff” you lied. You had wished you woke up next to him so you could kiss his neck and tease him.

Coyly you tucked your legs under you and laid flat down on your thighs, a good stretch for the lower back. You peered over your see if you had his attention yet, though for the most part he was just still fussing over breakfast.

You lifted your butt into the air and stretched your arms out in front of you, making sure to wiggle about to get his attention, and your naked backside definitely seemed to do it.

He watched you with curiosity, trying to figure out if you were doing that on purpose or really just stretching. You did your best to dramatically stretch forward a bit more and raise your rear up farther.

It always amazed you how quickly and quietly he moved despite his size. Before you even registered that he had gotten up and was now kneeling behind you, his hands on your hips.

“So, I would take that this is an invitation?” he asked, you could hear how he was smiling as he spoke, the way his purring seeped into his voice.

You did not answer, but instead happily pressed back against him, enjoying how his erection felt against you.

“You get up too early” you teased him.

“Well, someone has to make breakfast here and I know it will not be you. Though if this is how you would prefer to spend your mornings then I have no complaints” his nails dug into your hips where he held you.

You felt his grip leave you and then him shifting around to get out of the pants he had probably only just put on. Moments later you felt as he rubbed his tip between your folds, sliding easily through the beginning of your wetness.

“I do not think you are ready yet” his voice was low in your ear.

You whined in protest, ready to feel how your husband’s thick cock filled you so perfectly and reached so impossibly deep.

His hand slipped between your thighs and quickly found your clit to rub circles, causing you to moan into where your face rested in the bed. He happily continued just slowly thrusting between your legs while he toyed with you.

It never took long with him, the anticipation of what was to come got you off nearly as much as him rubbing your clit. You let out soft whimpers as you came.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, “You could have just gone for it.”

“No” his voice was firm, a discussion you had many times, “And before you argue again: I am still too big, or you are too small, and I do not want to hurt you.”

“You aren’t going to hurt me.”

“Maybe or maybe not, but I do not want to risk it still” he said firmly, letting you know that it was not up for discussion, “And anyways, I like it when you are needy and desperate.”

He leaned down over you, his chest pressed to your back. His breath was warm in your ear as he spoke “And I like it when you beg.”

Your knees almost gave out from his words. Your husband was a fairly mild mannered man, a caregiver and protector despite his fighting ability, and rarely ever was dominate with you.

“Please” you moaned.

“Please what? My love” he cooed back sweetly.

“Please fuck me.”

Your legs did give out as he slowly entered you and he wrapped an arm under you to keep you up. As much as you hated to admit it he was probably right with always insisting that you were already nice and relaxed beforehand.

His pace was steady, sheathing himself entirely before waiting a few moments for you to adjust. It was always difficult to remember to breathe at first, he was deep enough where you swore you could feel him in your chest practically.

His hand returned to your clit once he was certain you would not collapse, picking back up with rubbing circles against you. Every little touch sent tingles down your limbs.

You felt his tusks against either side of your neck as he buried his face into your hair. He dwarfed you entirely, caging you under him, not that you were complaining. His balls slapped against you with every thrust as he sped up. No matter how many times you slept together you never got used to his size in any sense.

“Cum for me, please” he urged you, the command in his voice slipping and becoming his usual needy whining.

It did not take much for you to finish, clenching around him while he kept dragging out every bit of pleasure he could from you.

He kept his fingers against your clit, enjoying how tightly you gripped him as he overstimulated you as his pace became erratic. With a few firm snaps of his hips you felt how his balls twitched against you as he came in you. How you felt hot cum fill your already overstretched cunt and drip out around his base.

“I think” he gasped, “Maybe I will start staying in bed for longer in the mornings.”

[httpdwaekki]

cozy | l.f.

summary: cuddlin w lixie <3

wc: 542

warnings: none! gn!reader

a/n: happy lixie day!! tbh i’m exhausted and life has been so busy but i needed to do something for my favorite sunshine on his special day <33. but i will be putting out a longer fic for him because he deserves it :3. i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

p.s. i will be making an extended version of this bc i love it so much, okay love u bye

my library | fundraiser

(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

“honey, i’m home!” you hear a familiar voice call out.

you smile instantly, excited your favorite aussie chick was home. “hi bubba! i’m in the bedroom!” you call back, staring at the door in anticipation. you hear him place his things down before breaking into a sprint.

you hear his happy giggles as he makes his way down the hallway. the freckled boy appears in the doorway, slightly out of breath with a bright smile on his face. he takes in your appearance, you’re cuddled up in the middle of all his plushies, a big soft blanket swallowing you whole.

you looked so cozy.

you take your arms from under the fluffy fabric, stretching them

in front of you, making grabby hands towards him. he giggles as he runs to you, leaping on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as best he could.

you wrap your arms around him as he shoves his face into your neck, relaxing into you. “hi sweet boy.” you giggle, placing a kiss to his hair, leaning your head against his.

“hi angel.” he mumbled into your skin. your cheeks warm at the pet name, never getting used to him calling you them. you gently rub his back, softly running your nails against him, the fabric of his shirt acting as a layer between him and you.

he sighs against your skin, “that feels nice.” he mumbles, relaxing further into you. you slip your hands under his shirt, lightly rubbing and scratching his soft skin.

he nuzzles his head, a soft cat-like grin appears on his face, feeling content. “i love you so much.” you smile, wrapping your arms around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer.

“i love you too, more than you know.” you kiss the side of his head before giving him a soft pat on his butt. “alright come pretty boy, let’s get you washed up.” he whines, tighten his arms around you.

“nooo i wanna cuddle.” you could practically hear the pout in his voice. you chuckle before patting it again, “and we can cuddle after, come on, let’s get you comfy. “fine.” he huffs, pushing himself up to straddle your hips before he stops and looks at you suspiciously.

“what?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, placing your hands on his thighs. “where’s bbokari?” he huffs, folding his arms, pouting. you smile at him before you reach into your blanket, pulling out the (now flatten) yellow plushie.

“i was laying on her!!??” he exclaimed, grabbing the flat bbokari, fixing her. “what did you think you were laying?” you giggled at his frantic movements. “i just assumed it was the blanket!” he finally fixed the small chick, letting out a sigh of relief.

“see! look she looks good as new!” he gives you a side eye before giving the plush a kiss, moving off your lap. “yah! what am i getting the side eye for? i didn’t lay on her!” you sit up and watch as he squints, walking to the bathroom.

“yah! what the hell! felix!” you yell hearing his giggles from the other room. you get up to chase after him before helping him get comfy, spending the rest of the night, cuddled in bed watching his favorite show.

do not copy or repost

[luveline]

i would absolutely love a Hotch and stripper reader, him taking care of her after some kind of incident at her club or something? maybe a bit of angry hotch at the beginning, some angst? 💗💗💗

Your throat burns by the time his car pulls up. 

You take the butt of the cigarette from between your lips and ash it next to the first. Your hand is sore between the index finger and thumb from a bad stretch, aching as you press into your pocket for your stolen box of Marlboro golds. You’ll apologise for taking them some other time. 

You press the third between your lips and flick the lighter. You’re not good at lighting them, worse at the first inhale, your throat an agony that rivals the sting of your battered cheek. 

Shoes on the sidewalk, a scratch of loose gravel. Your eyes well with another line of tears that you work hard to hold in, taking another quick, cruel drag. They don’t make cigarettes long enough, in your opinion. They don’t last. 

He stops in front of you. Quiet, Agent Hotchner looks down at you where you’re sitting on the low wall, expression as steely as ever. You meet his eyes, worried your wobbly lip is giving you away, not sure calling him was the right thing to do after all. 

When he raises his hand to the cigarette you let him take it. His fingers wrap carefully around the butt of it, the side of his thumb brushing your lips. 

He flicks it to the ground and steps on it flat. 

You don’t say hello. It’s obvious you’ll cry, he can tell too, and he doesn’t make you. You wince as he raises his hand again, your eyes squinting closed, but he isn’t going to hurt you. His palm is warm where it cups your cheek, turning your face to the light emanating off of the club neons. 

“Do you know his name?” he asks. 

“No.” 

He raises your chin higher still. His frown turns to a glare, the brunt of which is directed elsewhere but intimidating all the same. His touching is gentle at least. 

“What happened?” 

“I told him no.” 

His jaw ticks. “Can I take you home?” 

You sniffle, turning your face out of his hand and down to your lap. He’s kissed you, he’s done more than that, but he knows you’d felt like you had no choice and so he’s giving it to you now. It’s exactly why you’d called him. It’s the man he is, and he should never have ended up looking after you. 

“Sorry I called you,” you say, hiding your face in one hand. Pain flickers behind your eyes as tears mount for the tenth time tonight. 

Hotch gives a sigh, sitting on the wall beside you. He wraps his arm behind your back and with a familiarity you need desperately. You press yourself into his side, sew your arm hesitantly over his stomach, the starch of a pressed shirt crisp on your clammy skin. 

“It’s cold out here,” he murmurs, bringing both hands to your arm, one to hold you tight, the other to rub your cool skin. 

“I think I want to quit.” 

He nods into the side of your head. “I think you should,” he says, “if that’s what you want… honey, you can do whatever you want.” 

“I don’t think I can. I’m trapped and it’s my fault.” 

“It’s not your fault.” He encourages your head under his, your face to his neck. When he talks, it’s a quiet, lulling promise. “You’re not trapped. I’ll do anything you need me to do. If you want an apartment, I’ll get it for you. If you want to shut this place down, I will. The last thing either of us want is for you to work here when you don’t want to.” 

“You don’t have to say work here like I’m not a glorified prostitute,” you say hotly, anger turned in rather than out. 

“You don’t really think that.”

Being a sex worker is complicated. You don’t know how you feel about it, and you can’t ever understand why Hotch would bother with you. You’d worried at first that your vulnerability is what attracted him, like a kid with a broken bird, but he’s proved a hundred times that your job is pretty much separate from why he likes you. He thinks you're pretty. He loves your voice. You make each other laugh, and somehow inexplicably he’s the first person you call when things go wrong. 

“Quit your job,” he says. “Even if it’s just to dance somewhere else.” 

“You can say strip.”

He nods. “You shouldn’t have to worry whether your ‘no’ will be met with a backhand. You know that breaks my heart?” 

You blink and pull away from him. He isn’t unemotional, but it’s a surprise nonetheless to hear him talk like this. “Aaron–” 

“Please,” he says. “I shouldn’t ask you to. But there are better places for you. You deserve more.” 

If it were anyone else you might get defensive. Only people who do your job could understand why you do it, it’s a hundred different things to you, but you do deserve more. You’re sick of leery men, sick of wolf whistles and bad tips and other people's hands. Hotch has never asked you to stop, but now he is, it’s to keep you safe. 

You can’t begrudge him. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“No.” He rubs your arm. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. And I’ll make it right.” 

“It’s not your fault.” 

“I’ll make it right,” he promises. “No matter what. No one gets to hurt you.” 

You could quit. You want to. Even if it’s just for a couple of weeks, just so you don’t have to pretend you know what you’re doing. You’ll think about it in the morning. “Could I stay with you for a bit?” you whisper. “Just tonight. Please.” 

Hotch taps your back for you to stand. He stands with you, brushing down your coat, his eyes impassive where they look over your face, your purpling bruise. 

“You can wait in the car,” he says quietly. “I’m going to ask a few questions inside before we leave.” 

[postersofleon]

Hear me out, cause this could go with the "gonna fuck you hard" prompt or drabble. As soon as he is laying in your arms, you take his shirt off and walk over to grab some soothing lotion to massage his back with. He lets out soft moans and groans as you work the knots out of his back, and you have him lay down flat on his stomach on the bed. You straddle his back, sitting down on his butt, but making sure to not to put so much pressure on him. You then whisper sexy sweet nothings into his ear, and then that's when he gets all riled up again like how he wanted to in his lewd texts that make you squirm and wiggle for him.

Once you feel his butt moving around, shuffling to move away, you knew you won. "Hey," He knew he was cheating with the lewd texts that lead to nothing, "I'm sorry." He whispered softly against the pillows. Leon felt his poor cock stiffing in up with every single words, he shoved his face deeper into the pillows. He could barely even thrust, barely even move because a damn BOW smacked him across the room. "Stop..." He whined softly. Your hands rubbed gentle circles on his back, "I know," Finally, a couple of words that didn't awaken his cock, "I know I'm being mean, but you gotta admit, it's unfair when you talk about fucking me and you never do." You kissed the nook of his neck.

Leon groaned again, his hip began to rut against against the mattress, "I do fuck you..." He whined. Leon hated being a submissive mess, but he did fall in perfectly in the role when he was tired.

"But you promised me a show." You held down his hips so he wouldn't move much. "Fucking my pussy over and over." Leon groaned again, he thought about your cunt. He wanted to eat you out, have his tongue lazily press against your clit as your mouth blew him. But he knew he riled you up a bit more than the last couple of times. It wouldn't be easy today. He grinded his hips, lifting your body weight to achieve a bit of friction.

"Please, please," He whined weakly, his cheeks were flushed, and his heart was beating against his ribcage, "Wanna be inside." He wanted to just shove his dick inside your warm walls and have . He needed a bit more. It's just a tiny bit more of comfort he craved. You got off his back and almost immediately, he turned around and gave you a small pout. He looked down as his bulge, he hated himself for being a dumb idiot.

Leon rested his head back into the pillow, his chest was decorated with old scars of his past winnings, and his reward was with you. The government couldn't just praise him over and over when he preferred those words coming from your mouth. Your eyes met his, "C'mere, baby." You cooed Leon, he blushed even more as cock twitched. He was a damn puppy.

He pulled down his sweats, and he groaned softly once the air touched. "Don't baby me." He mumbled as if he had a word on how he felt. Leon was such an easy guy right now. His dick made it obvious, spilling a bit of pre-cum, "Just help me." His stubbornness came out, his bratty side just begging to come.

You leaned down and licked the shaft of his cock. He was lucky you weren't too much of a tease. Leon groaned happily, "Yeah, that's it..." He tighten his butt so his prideful cock looked better, "Please..." Leon groaned again when your tongue moved up, he whined, "Please..."

Your mouth very carefully wrapped around his sensitive tip, the familiar taste sticking around your lips. Slowly, he was filling your mouth, and Leon whined again and again. Your nose touched his trimmed pubes, Leon's hand landed on his peck, "Fuck..." He began, "Fuck..." His voice didn't even belong to him, it was breathy whine, "Fuck..." Your head bobbed up and down and Leon cursed his sore body. He didn't want a blow job, but it was better than a hand job. All those nights in a lonely hotel as his hand pumped it.

Leon's heart was beating so fast, he groaned, "Please, please," Leon groaned, crying out your name, "Fuck, please..." He choked out as his cock happily twitched, jumping over and over begging to spill in your mouth. Your drool was dripping a bit, he groaned again and again. He needed it. Fuck, he really needed.

Your hand pumped his meat as your mouth worked on him. Your eyes looked up at Leon, his abs clenched, and his hand squeezed his pec. He couldn't look at your pretty eyes as they rolled up. His salty taste made you try harder for him. You sucked on his tip, twirling around his red tip, your pussy was feeling that small feeling again and it slowly grew.

Your little muffled moans made him slowly thrust into your mouth. "Fuck..." He whined. His hand grabbed the back of your head and forced you go deeper. He finally looked down and Leom swore he fell in love with you again. "That's it." He mumbled, his heart beating fast and faster. His mouth gaps open before he growled, Leon's nose flared up and before he knew it, he came.

His head fell back as his balls emptied everything he could into your mouth. You tried to swallow everything, but a bit of it just dripped down into his pelvis. Your head rested on his bruised up hip, you fucked yourself over for sucking his cock and not riding him. So, now it was your turn to be a brat, "Can I sit on your face?" Leon let out a small laugh. He rubbed his face, "Sure."

[wanderingxiao]

BEOO PLSS WANDERER FACESITTING READER IM GOING INSANE

Overstimulating Him

Wanderer x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), ass eating, Fem! Dom, Subby Wanderer, he’s practically a slut, cursing, and ya know… 18+ only!

A/N: A couple people actually requested a part two to Wanderer’s thigh appreciation post 👀 Well! Here it is! Having Wanderer plant his lovely non-existent butt on your face! I mean… he can always sit on my face too 💙 enjoy!

Wanderer’s thighs trembled harshly beside your head, the heat of his face feeling as if he was about to burst into flames. The entirety of his face was flushed in embarrassment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, the soft silk of his indigo bangs sticking to his skin from the precipitate. His lips parted slowly, a shaky sigh leaving his artificial lungs when he felt your warm breath fan over the flesh of his ass.

“Just… g-get on with it, pest…” Your hand came to smack his ass, making his hips jerk forward, moaning at the sting against his butt. His twitching, oozing cock bumped against your face, making you laugh at such a lewd display from the ever so stoic and lonely Wanderer. “Last I checked… you weren’t the one in control here, Wanderer. Now be a good boy, and plant this lovely ass in my face. Now.”

This was so humiliating, but god was it a turn on. His thighs were already littered with your love bites, his cock twitching and shiny with your saliva from the generous blowjob you had given him. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his bottom to your face, his body shuddering when your hands came to grab at his ass. He could feel you spreading his ass apart, blowing teasingly on his tight hole of muscle.

“St-Stop teasing!” His thighs got tighter around your head, his body becoming resistant to the idea of your tongue inside him. His eyes snapped open feeling the flat of your tongue circle his tight hole, his hands flying to your hair to grip it. His body hunched over you, thighs squeezing your head harshly while his breathing became sharp and ragged. “W-Wait- Hah?!”

Your tongue flicked back and forth over his hole, running teasing circles, your hands beginning to knead his asscheeks in your hands. Wanderer let out a shaky moan, his chest becoming tight with how hard his breathing had gotten. His anxiety was beginning to reach all new highs. How could you do something like this? Wasn’t this what humans consider unsanitary? Was it okay since he was an artificial being? A puppet?

His thoughts were cut off as his back arched with a loud cry coming from his wet mouth. Saliva pooled within his mouth, drool beginning to build against his lips threatening to slip down his chin. Your tongue entered him, feeling the ridges and curls of his insides. The feeling drove the divine puppet crazy. It was so warm, it was almost as addicting as having your tongue swirl around his cock.

“A-Ahh, f-feels good… k-keep going…” His body began to relax slowly, his scrumptiously plush thighs coming to settle beside your head again. He could feel a gaze stuck on him, but he was too scared to look down at you. The way you would make eye contact with him, his dripping cock between your eyes with his balls resting against your nose. “N-No… don’t look at me, hah, don’t l-look at me, ngh!”

You didn’t respond to him, only deciding to thrust your tongue in and out of his hole, making him twitch and writhe above you. Drool finally dribbled down his chin, his adam’s apple bobbing thickly as he tried to swallow all the saliva building within his mouth. His fingers curled in your hair, pulling slightly to have a feeling of support.

Wanderer couldn’t help but begin to buck his hips against your face, his body succumbing to the pleasure. Any anxiety or insecurities about the act disappearing at the feeling of hot pleasure washing over his body. Sensing he was beginning to enjoy it a bit too much, you pulled your tongue out and teased your fingers against him.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re- Ahh?! Hah~…” You slipped one of your fingers inside him, moving it slowly to look up at his expressions. God did he look like such a whore, sitting there and moaning while his cute little ass was teased and tongue fucked. “You’re a slut you know that, Wanderer? You’re so weak to pleasure… it surprises me you’re not out here throwing yourself at everyone.”

“Shut it!” He snapped, his eyes finally casting down to look at your face. His chest began to feel tight at the sight of affection and adoration written on your face. Despite your words, you only wanted Wanderer to yourself. His cheeks burned brighter, his eyes tearing away from yours to moan loudly when a second finger entered him. “P-Pest! I-I hate you!”

“Mhm, sure you do baby.” You grinned, peppering kisses over his taint and up to his bslls where your tongue curled around his scrotum. His body twitched, pre-cum dripping onto your forehead and into your hair as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth to suck while you fingered him. His moans increased, his fingers pulling on your hair while his thighs began to crush your head again. “Wait! Wait!!! It’s t-too mu- Hah! Ahhh! Can’t- ngh! Can’t take it! T-Too- hah! -sensitive! I can’t! I’m cu- ugh! Cumming! Cumming!”

You pushed your fingers deeper inside him, spurred on by his frantic movements and his loud uncontainable moans. He couldn’t even get a sentence out at this point. His chest was heaving, if he were human he would’ve hyperventilated by this point. He couldn’t control the feeling of intense sensitivity and bliss. He was utterly overwhelmed.

“Hah! Ahh! Ahh! No! Stop! Hah, hah! Ahhnn!!” Wanderer came with a loud moan, his hips bucking against your face, feeling the friction of your fingers deep inside him and your mouth sucking against his balls so blissfully. His cum spurted into your hair, coating the once silky strands with his dirty release. After he came down from his high, he shakily fell beside you, his legs now wobbly from the mind-numbing orgasm. “Cant… do… a-anymore.”

“Shh, hush baby.” You groaned softly, pushing your hair back and coming to kiss his sweaty forehead. Wanderer let out a trembly sigh at your affection and leaned against your chest, relishing in the soft plushness of your breasts and the welcoming feeling of your body heat. “You did so good. Good job baby.” Your fingers threaded through hair soothingly, calming down his overstimulated body to relax in your touch.

“Rest for now. Cause later…” You lifted his chin and kissed his lips. “I’ll claim you for real down there~”

Tbh… slutty subby Wanderer is fucking hot. 💙

[tf-boi]

Game Over

(Here's a story from one of the polls I made a while back. I hope you enjoy ;) The premise is me and my boyfriend keeps getting cock blocked by his little brother but tonight I get my revenge.)

"Mmmmm mmmmm" moaned Raymond making out with his boyfriend Sean. As they undress eachother their cocks became erect and rubbed against eachother.

Sean pulled off Raymonds underwear and released his musk into the room. With much anticipation he moves in on his meal. Suddenly a scream is heard.

"GODDAMMIT!!" Shouted Tony, Sean's brother, from across the hall. Raymond and Sean paused, kocked back into reality. They grinned and resummed. But as Sean began sucking Raymond off another scream echo'd. "MOTHER FUCKER!!"

Tony has been on a losing streak on his online game and nightly his loud screams would interupt Raymond and Sean's fun. The pair took another look at eachother when suddenly another scream was heard. "You guys suck!"

"Forget it! Moods killed . . ." Sean said tossing his hands in the air.

Raymond rolled his eyes "He's been like this NIGHTLY for a whole month. I'm gonna. . ."

Before Raymond could finish his thought Sean put his finger on his mouth. "Its okay Ray Ray, he'll probably fall asleep soon. . . We'll try again then."

"Uggghhhhh. . . But I'm already turned off by his screams."

"Damn. . . Guess we'll try again tomorrow. . ."

Raymond lied in bed annoyed. He wanted to get back at Tony for cock blocking him these passed few weeks. As Sean got up to go into the shower, Raymond saw that Sean was taking his phone with him. He then hatched a scheme knowing that his boyfriend is gonna be in there for at least an hour, when Sean takes his phone in he spends most of the time watching videos and laughing at memes so he had plenty of time.

As soon as Sean closed the door Raymond quietly got up and walked into the hallway in the nude. He approached Tony's room with a spare key they had incase of emergencies and unlocked his door. Raymobd peeked in and saw Tony shouting at his screen with his noise-canceling headphones on. "Perfect he can't hear me. . .little brat" he thought as he approached his prey. As he got behind Tony he realized he was playing naked, his computer and several screens heating up the room causing him to be too hot and stripped down. Raymond almost drooled as he grabs Tony all of a sudden. Tony's focus on his game was his downfall as Raymond rippes him from his chair and bent him over his bed.

"What the fu-" Tony tried to scream however Raymond covered Tony's mouth with his hands. Raymond pulls out Tony's 'lucky' butt plug from his ass and shoves his cock in. Tony tried to scream put Raymond put his hand over gis throat turning them hollow. Tony was confused as his body began to warm up with a lustful sensation. He stopped struggling as he fell to his bed almost succumbing to his fate, drooling as his mind goes blank. Raymond began focusing on the shape he wanted as Tony's limbs began to shrink and sink into him. His neck expanding as what looked like forskin surrounds his head. His body going from a flat human body to a thick round shaft. Raymond grabbed a pair of Tony's underwear and sniffed it as his victim slowly shrinks. Veins appearing as he throbbed. Soon Tony took his final shape as a thick juicy cock, Raymonds normal pubic hair changing to the light purple color of Tony's hair.

"Thats what you get for cock blocking bitch!" Raymond exclaimed in joy. He rubbed his new cock admiring his work. "Oh looks like you added a whole 6 inches! Thanks a lot bro!" Raymond began to jack off moaning in joy having to hold in his load nightly. Days of having to fuck various coworkers and clients in the office bathroom are now coming to an end. His jerking off was cut short as he heard an annoyed voice. "Ahem . . . What do we have here?" An annoyed Sean came into Tony's room. "B-babe?! You're done fast!" Raymond stuttered.

"I was out of shampoo so I just rinsed my body off" Sean said tapping his foot "I said not to do anything. What the hell man".

"Well. . . I was mad and couldn't think straight. Besides his mind is blanked out for at least another hour. So we can finally fuck in peace."

Sean raised an eyebrow.

Raymond got on Tony's bed and spread his legs, Tony's dick body presented in all its glory. "You know you want us . . ." Raymond said full of lust.

Sean rolled his eyes. "Sure but as punishment I'm gonna do all the work. . . You have to stay still".

"Fine. . ." Raymond sighed. He wasn't opposed to having Sean do all the work but now he can't go all out like he wanted.

"Now lie perfectly still love" Sean said suggestively.

Raymond lied down with Tony fully erect, his partially conscious mind throbbing at the sight of his older brother. Sean opened his mouth and stuffed his face with Raymond's giant cock. "MMmmm MMmmmm" Sean moaned as he envelope's his former brother with his mouth. "God he tastes so good~!" Sean thought. He sensed Raymond's legs trying to wrap around him, but he raised his finger and wagged it side to side, telling him, 'No you are just my sex slave today, no moving'. Sean continued to deep throat the massive rocket before him as he also gave Raymond a hand job. "Slurp slurp, gulp" Sean moaned as he sucked in all of Raymond's precum. "Uhhh uhhhh . . ." Raymond felt his tip being licked so that Sean can taste his new cock, even feeling the tip enter his shaft a bit. Raymond gripped the bed as Sean continued to go down on him. Sean's lips tighten around Raymond's dick as he moved his head back and forth, until he slid Tony's cock body out of his mouth.

Sean enjoyed his boyfriend's new cock in his mouth long enough. He turned around and shoved Raymond's dick into his ass and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. Raymond gripped Tony's bed and curled his toes as his boyfriend pounds his new dick full force with his plump bottom ass. "F-faster faster!" Raymond shouted as Sean tightened his ass cheeks and bounced up and down his former brother like a thick dildo. As Sean kept riding he felt himself fall over all of a sudden as Raymond couldn't hold back any longer. He got up and started fucking his boyfriend like a wild beast. "Uhhh uhhhh .. . no fair!" Sean moaned into the bed "But keep going!!!" He screamed as his ass gets destroyed by his boyfriend's new cock, underestimating how much length and girth his brother's body added to it when Raymond absorbed him. Raymond pounded Sean's ass faster and harder as the pair moaned. In the corner of Raymond's eyes he saw a pile of clothes Tony took off when he striped down. Raymond grabbed a sock and stuffed into Sean's mouth. Sean moaned as his ass gets destroyed with his brother's sock in him. The taste fill his mouth as the salty sweet feeling fills his mouth, with a hot mess filling his ass. Raymond grabbed Tony's underwear and gave it a big whiff as he fucked Sean. Sean cums multiple times, soaking Tony's bed with his seamen, however Raymond didn't care that his boyfriend finished, he kept fucking him until Raymond came 3 more times. After pounding his boyfriend for what felt like an hour, Raymond bent over his boyfriend and grabbed him as he released his load into Sean's ass. Gallons of cum fills his boyfriend's ass and expands his stomach. The pair kept cumming until they fall over and embrace. The two kiss and Sean looks at Raymond's now limp cock, cum still dripping out. "Looks like my little bro made a mess in me~" Sean said rubbing his stomach. The amount of cum in him made him look pregnant. "Yeah, I'm glad he was cock blocking us for so long, that release was amazing!" Raymond said stroking his cock.

All of a sudden Raymond's dick started moving a bit on his own.

"Uh oh, looks like Tony woke up babe!" Raymond snickered.

Sean bent over and gave Tony a little kiss on the tip. "Sorry little bro, your new body is amazing so you are gonna stay like that! At least until you made up for all the times you cock blocked us!"

Sean and Raymond snickered as they prepare for round two.

Tony stayed as Raymond's dick for several weeks where the pair fucked several times a day.

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

Today Only

(The Tea Lovers Pt. 9)

A Levi x reader fanfic

Crossposted from AO3

You've got the perfect plan for Levi's birthday – now Levi just has to play along. What could go wrong?

tags: fluff and humor, silly and sweet, tea-obsessed fem!reader with their head in the clouds (word count: 3.2k)

(Part one) / (Levi x reader Masterlist)

You sneaked across the foyer of the scout's headquarters, stifling a yawn. Maybe you could still get in some shut eye before morning assembly. You hadn't slept a wink all night, having waited at the docks for the first ferry of the day, and now you were chilled down to the bone. It was still criminally early, and you couldn't wait to slide under your warm covers. At least you were already in your pajamas.

You tiptoed around a corner, colliding with something solid.

"No!" you gasped, protectively wrapping your arms around the box you were carrying as you fell flat on your butt.

You squinted up at the unexpected obstacle, which, or rather who, was glaring down at you.

"Levi?" you asked, blinking in confusion. A smile formed on your lips, but then it froze – he wasn't supposed to see his present. You scrambled to your legs, attempting to hide the box as you hurried past him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He grabbed your wrist. "Care to explain why you are late?"

You winced, trying to tuck the box under your arm without drawing any attention to it.

"I missed the last ferry, that's all. Sorry if I made you worry."

Levi's eyes narrowed at your response. "Ferry? Were you in Mitras? Don't tell me you were there for t–"

"It wasn't like that," you said quickly. "This is private, okay? I'm not obligated to talk about it. And I don't want to." You had to look down to try to hide the smile tugging at your lips. Lying had never been your strong suit.

"Still, you should have told someone where you were going," he said sternly, not loosening his grip on your wrist. "You can't just disappear like that, with no way to reach out to you."

You glanced back up at him. There was an intensity in his gaze you had never seen before.

"I guess you're right," you murmured. "I didn't plan this. I was only supposed to be gone for the day."

"But you weren't. Something could've happened," he muttered. He looked away briefly, letting out a sharp breath. "Just don't do something stupid like that again, okay?"

"Okay," you said. "I promise."

Levi nodded and let go of your wrist.

"Actually, should we do a pinky promise?" You held out your pinky.

"No."

"They are stronger, didn't you know? If you break them, your pinky falls off."

He snorted. "You don't actually believe that nonsense, do you?"

"You're no fun," you pouted, but there was a gleam of mischief in your eyes. Before he could respond, you quickly grabbed his hand, intertwining your pinky with his.

Levi went still for a moment, his gaze flickering down to where your hands were connected.

"Fine," he muttered. "But don't go breaking it."

"Of course not. I want to keep my pinky, remember?"

He rolled his eyes. You gave him your biggest smile, relieved to see that he didn't seem mad anymore, and released his hand to suppress a yawn.

"By the way, how come you're still awake at this hour?" You leaned in slightly, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, which were even more pronounced than usual. Levi didn't say anything, his eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away again.

"You should really get some sleep," you said. "I'm heading to bed, too. I'm so tired." Giving him a quick smile, you added, "Good night!" before scampering away, hugging the box with his present to your chest.

"Night? It's already morning," Levi grumbled, but you were already out of earshot.

– –

In the end, you barely managed to squeeze in one hour of sleep. That wasn't enough to dull your excitement, though. Only a few more days until Levi's birthday, and there was still so much to plan.

Determined to not lose any precious time, you went up to Erwin's office, wielding a letter of apology. You couldn't afford to to be delayed by disciplinary actions – it was best to be proactive.

You knocked once, then stepped inside without missing a beat.

"I'm so sorry for being late. Please accept this letter of apology as a token of my sincere, most heartfelt regret." You placed it on his desk. It was five pages long, packed with every minuscule detail you could've possibly thought of.

Erwin acknowledged it with a weary nod. "Ah, the prodigal child has returned."

You grinned. "Yes! And we have many important things to discuss."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do we?"

"Uh huh. I've devised a plan."

"A plan...?"

"Yes! For Levi's birthday, to be exact. And you happen to play an important role in it!"

"Of course I do," he muttered, heaving a resigned sigh.

"Don't worry," you said, practically bouncing with excitement. "It's not that hard! You just have to keep him occupied while I decorate his office and set everything up. Maybe you can call a meeting and just talk about whatever."

Erwin didn't seem to keen on the idea.

"Just for an hour, or so. If you're unsure how to fill the time, I made flashcards with suggestions."

With a proud flourish, you set down a small tower of paper cards in front of him.

The first card read: 'Striving Beyond the Horizon - A motivational speech for the upcoming expedition'.

He glanced at the flashcards, his brow furrowed slightly. "... I don't think these will be necessary, thank you."

"Suit yourself!" You picked them back up, accidentally dropping one in the process.

Erwin took it from the ground, reading it slowly, his lips twitching slightly as he took in the dramatic wording.

'Why do we keep going? What compels us every day to put on this uniform, to march towards the unknown, towards the Titans?' [Make a dramatic pause here, maybe sweep your arm out in a grand gesture to buy more time.] 'I believe there to be meaning in the journey itself, in the act of moving forward, the striving… in each of the discoveries we make along the way. Not just about the Titans, not just about the world outside, but about ourselves.' [Make prolonged eye contact here.] 'It is not just our knowledge that grows in our ever-present push against the horizon. No. We too, grow as people. As we challenge the walls, we challenge what it's like to be human.'

"Did you write an entire speech?" Erwin looked at you incredulously.

"I may have gotten a little carried away," you admitted. "It should be about an hour long, if you follow the additional directions I put in."

Erwin ran a hand over his face. "While I commend your effort, I don't think Levi would sit through an hour-long speech just for him."

"Yeah, you might be right about that." You gave him a sheepish smile. "But since this is you we're talking about, I'm sure you will figure out other ways to keep him away from his office. I have complete faith in you!"

Erwin rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking thoroughly exhausted. "You're going to great lengths for Levi."

"Of course! He's saved my butt more times than I can count. I have to give back somehow."

He scrutinized you for a moment, then shook his head. "Does Levi know you're back? If not, you should probably tell him."

"Yep, he caught me this morning when I came back, gave me a solid talking-to."

"Good. He was up all night worrying about you."

You shot Erwin a look of disbelief, then chuckled. "Haha, good one. You almost had me here. But this is Levi we're talking about."

"I'm not joking," the commander said matter-of-factly.

"Well, he probably just couldn't fall asleep. You know how he is," you replied with a shrug.

Erwin exhaled sharply. "Sure." He motioned to the papers on his desk. "I should get back to work."

"Yeah, I shouldn't keep you any longer. Thanks for agreeing to be a part of the plan though, you're a huge help!"

You beamed at him, then turned to leave. Erwin looked after you blankly. Had he really agreed? Well, with you, he figured there was rarely any other option.

– –

The alarm sounded before dawn, rousing your roommates with groans of confused annoyance. You sat up straight, feeling the excitement rush through your veins. It was the 25th of December – time to set your plan into motion.

You made your way to the mess hall kitchen, ready to kick off the first phase of your operation. After that, you went back and forth between your room and Hange's office many times – she'd kindly allowed you to store everything there, so you'd be faster setting everything up later.

As you hustled and bustled about all day, you avoided Levi like a ninja, even skipping breakfast to ensure you wouldn't run into him until it was time – teatime.

About an hour before the big moment, you crept towards Levi's office. Hiding in the shadows just around the corner, you waited patiently, listening intently to the sound of Levis footsteps as he disappeared into Erwin's office. When you were certain he was out of sight, you emerged from the shadows with a mischievous grin.

"Time to get out the good stuff."

You darted across the hallway to his door, eager to go inside and start the next phase of your plan. There was just one little problem – it was locked.

"No! Don't do this to me!" you implored the lock, but the door refused to budge, unsympathetic to your pleas. With a small, frustrated whine, you gave up. There wasn't any time to try this yourself – you'd need someone who was good with their hands.

Without hesitation, you started running, sprinting all the way to Hange's lab. You burst through the door with a dramatic little jump, but then couldn't get a word out, too busy catching your breath.

"Woah now, what's got you galloping in here like a wild stallion?" Hange asked you with a grin.

"Code… Purple," you gasped between breaths, alluding to the colors of the signal flares used during expeditions.

"An emergency, huh? Should we drop everything and panic, or can I help?"

"That depends," you panted. "Do you know how to pick a lock?"

Hange rolled up their sleeves. "Oh, you bet I do."

Next thing you knew, you were kneeling next to Hange on the floor in front of Levi's office, watching them rummage through the toolkit they brought along.

"Nice! This one should do the trick!" They inserted the small, makeshift pick into the lock, wriggling it around carefully. You could hear something shift inside, giving in to the deft movements of Hange's hands as they twisted and turned the pick just the right way.Click, then click again.

"Done!" Hange said with a triumphant grin, and pushed down the handle. The door swung open easily, making short shrift of the fortress that was Levi's office.

"You're a gem!" You flung your arms around their neck.

"More like a crook who steals gems, now that you've made me your partner in crime," they said conspiratorially, waggling their brows.

You giggled. "Don't pretend I'm a bad influence! There's no way this was your first time after what I've just witnessed."

"Maybe I'm just a natural," Hange said, feigning innocence.

"Nice try, but I'm not buying it."

"Okay, okay," Hange said, hands raised in mock surrender. "You got me. I'm a total scoundrel."

You giggled again. "And I'm so glad for that – this totally saved my butt. But now I really need to hurry!"

"Good luck!" Hange gathered up the evidence of your crime and winked at you. "This will be our little secret." Then they set off in the direction of their lab, whistling a jolly tune.

You cracked your knuckles. The game was on again.

– –

An exquisite fragrance filled the room as you gently lifted the infuser from the new teapot, having allowed it just the right amount of time for the flavors to fully unfold.

You took a brief moment to admire your work – the desk was adorned with a lavender tablecloth, in the center of which perched the new tea set in all its elegant glory. It was surrounded by dainty little plates of tea biscuits you had baked this morning, all of them shaped like tiny Levi's with a unique pose or outfit. Soft, flickering candles were scattered between them, casting a warm, inviting glow. Behind the table you had hung a handmade paper garland, spelling out 'Happy Birthday, Levi!' in bold, purple letters.

"Perfect!" You clapped your hands and put on one of the silly birthday hats you'd crafted, emblazoned with 'Squad Levi' in bold, and 'today only' in smaller letters beneath. You'd told everyone to put it on around teatime, though you doubted most would actually go along with it. There were special versions for Petra and the rest of the squad, replacing 'today only' with 'for reals'.

You headed for the door with an excited grin. It was time to fetch the birthday boy – wouldn't want the tea to get cold.

You ripped open the door to Erwin's office, shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEVI!" at the top of your lungs.

A lot of heads turned your way – it wasn't just Levi in that room with Erwin. There was the entirety of his squad, and squad Mike, too. You gave them an awkward wave. A beat of silence passed. Then everyone started cheering and donning their birthday hats. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's adjourn this until tomorrow," Erwin said, also putting on his birthday hat.

You couldn't believe your eyes. Levi seemed to feel the same way. "Not you, too," he mumbled, but there was an almost imperceptible quirk to the corners of his mouth. Petra and Lynne practically swooned at the sight. Oluo bit his tongue, trying to imitate him. Nanaba just rolled her eyes.

Amid the chaos, you grabbed Levi's wrist. "I need to show you something," you said, pulling him along with you.

"It's in here." You pulled open the door to his office.

"Thought I locked that," Levi muttered.

You didn't reply, a huge grin spreading across your face instead. Stepping aside, you made a grand, sweeping motion towards the table, eager for him to see the fruits of your labor.

"Ta-da! Do you like it?" Not giving him any time to respond, you immediately added, "It's a tea set. For you. Made from the finest porcelain of the most supreme quality. I'd know, since I was there when it was made. For a part of it, anyway. It was so much fun!"

With a bright smile, you handed him one of the cups. He held it by the rim in that strange way he always did, and turned it in his hands, quietly studying the design. You watched him intently. There was a subtle raise to his eyebrows, and his lips were slightly parted.

"This must've been expensive," he said finally, his gray eyes meeting yours.

"Maaybe...“ you said. "But do you like it?"

"Of course I do," he said matter-of-factly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Don't be stupid."

"Yay!" You jumped with delight. "I'm so glad you do! Totally worth every penny, then. Only the best for my fellow tea lover."

Levi snorted. You snatched the cup from his hands.

"Time for tea," you said, solemnly pouring the hot liquid into the cup.

"I made biscuits, too." You passed him one of the small plates. He glanced at them, his brow furrowed.

"They're you by the way," you said happily.

"...I can see that."

"Aren't they absolutely adorable?" You popped one into your mouth. "Mmm."

"Tch. I can't believe you just ate me," Levi said wryly.

"Sure did! And I'll have you know you were absolutely delicious."

He stared at you for a moment, then shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle. "Now that's just cruel."

You grinned. "Just try one, you'll see."

You selected a Levi in his cleaning get-up, wielding a tiny mob. "This one should clean your palate nicely." You chortled."Get it?"

Levi rolled his eyes. "After that shitty joke, I'll need something to clean my ears instead." But he ate the biscuit, anyway.

"That's so mean," you pouted. "It wasn't that bad."

"If you say so." Levi took a sip of his tea. His eyes widened. "That's... the tea from South Maria."

"Yep, you guessed it, just like I knew you would. A true connoisseur, through and through." You gave him a warm smile.

"But you only have so little of it," he murmured.

"True. That's why I saved it for a special occasion."

He huffed. "This hardly–"

You didn't even let him finish. "It's your birthday! If that's not a special occasion, then I don't know what is. Besides, there's no way I could've drunken it without you."

Levi set the cup down with a faint clink, then met your gaze, his eyes lingering on you just a little longer than usual. "Why?"

"Everything's more fun when you're around." You shrugged.

Something flashed in his eyes then, an involuntary flicker of something intense searing through his usual cool demeanor, but it was gone before you could fully catch it.

You suddenly felt a strange warmth spreading through you, not unlike the sensation of drinking hot tea, only it was in your chest. The unfamiliar feeling made you shift in your seat, unsure of its cause. You glanced up at Levi.

His mouth twitched, as though he might say something, but instead he just reached for his tea again. You took a sip of yours, too.

"Wow, it's even better than I thought! Out of this world delicious!" you exclaimed. The rich flavor encompassed your senses, and you closed your eyes to savor every last drop.

When you opened them again, Levi wore an expression you rarely saw on him. It was barely more than a subtle curve of his lips, but he was definitely smiling.

The warmth in your chest returned with a sudden lurch.

You absentmindedly brought a hand to your heart, bunching the fabric of your shirt in your fist.

"Right," you said, reaching behind you. "I made you a hat, too. You should put it o–"

"No."

"Didn't think so." You set the hat down on the table anyway. "I'll just put this here in case you change your mind."

Levi shot you a look that said everything: no chance in hell.

It made you giggle.

"Sooo... How do you like your birthday so far?" You clasped your hands under your chin. "I wasn't sure what you usually like to do on them, so I just kind of went with a tea party theme."

"Can't say I ever really celebrated my birthday before. So this is a first. But…" He paused, his gaze briefly softening. "It's… nice."

You couldn't help but smile, a wide grin forming on your face. "I'm so happy!"

"But don't think you won't have to clean this up later," Levi muttered.

"I know, I know." You both knew he'd end up helping, anyway.

A/n: Happy birthday, Levi! Thank you for giving me the motivation to start writing fanfic! (and to keep my place a little bit cleaner, lol.) Btw, I've also written a one-shot for LeviWeek, which will be out in a few days! Let me know if you wanna be tagged for it!

Tag list: @thechaoticarchivist, @mmm-alhaitham, @nironasaran, @leviiheichou, @huffleruffplant, @shutupp1, @iifrui, @shakysif, @ickearmn, @omlyurslvi

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[sanjisblackasswife]

𝙲/𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎

Ft. Gol D. Roger, Rayleigh, Ben Beckman, Shanks (This can be when they were younger or older idc)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Cockwarming, Fingering, Kissing, Dirty Talk(?)

Roger

Gol D is such a simple man when it comes to you and your pussy.

If you offer to sit down on his cock as he drinks the night away he’ll be over the moon

“Roger, we’ll be in front of the crew though…”

“Yeah, well…we’ll also be in a corner and you’ll have this pretty dress on.”

His infamous smile showing his deep dimples behind that nose hair of his never failed to make you roll your eyes and agree to his slutty plans.

You and him now cozied up as the party goes on his ship, his tip softly hitting spots in your pussy that makes you softly whimper whenever he adjusts his hips in his seats

“You’re like my personal little heater.” He hums drunkly in your ear, nearly about to grope your breast but you slap his hand

“Shut up Roger!”

Rayleigh

Big…Big..he’s so big.

It’s not the length that Rayleigh has that gets you it’s the GIRTH.

Whenever he offers you to sit down and say still it’s purely out of punishment.

“Seems I spoiled you too much today huh?”

You squeeze down at his words, his musky natural scent and his breath hitting your ear as you sat so painfully still on his lap as he read—

“Porn. Really…you’re reading fucking porn.”

“Ssssh.” He kisses the pout you have on your lips and a firm swat landed on your butt right after making your nude body jolt against his. “‘M reading, now.”

You knew if you rocked Your hips against his you’d be in trouble. You knew, and he almost read your mind from the glint in your eyes staring down at the wet mess connecting you both.

Rayleigh knew you wouldn’t last keeping him warm. You never do, so when he felt your pathetic ruts against his body he smiled. Giving you what your pretty supple body wanted this while time.

Picking you up swiftly you hold onto his wide frame, feeling him place you on his fluffy bed to then hold your legs as far apart as they can be. He spits on your little clit, thumbing it to soothe the tense feeling of his cock still inside you.

He was right. He spoiled you too much.

Ben

You both love to do it after sex

Purely because it lead to more sex.

Benny is an affectionate/touchy man when it comes to you. Your body and the softness of it always gives him a cloud 9 kinda of feeling that he refuses to let go of

“Stay.” Is all he says when he keeps you under him, his head in your breast, every once in a while licking/kissing on your bruised nipples from prior events.

As full as you already were, the way how his body caged you in, the way his hair felt in your hands, his warmth and weight. You didn’t mind it.

Sometime he will switch positions, leaving you on top and him leaning on the headboard so he can smoke, he’ll rub your nude/sweaty back to soothe you back to sleep.

However—

“Whatcha doin’?…hm?”

He felt you grind against him a little, kissing his neck, maybe it was the hint smell of your pussy in his breath, the way his fingers lingered on your ass when he rubbed you, or maybe you’re just THAT needy but—

“Wan’ more…” Your whispered, embarrassment creeped in your face realizing you both been at it since this evening and its such a late hour.

Benny smiles, bringing your chin to his mouth and shotgunning you before both of your tongues played with each other. His kisses were always so sweet, but messy.

“Use me then…” Benny laid flat on his back, one arm behind his head, “‘M all yours.”

Ben was never a man to tell you no

Shanks

You swear it’s because he is a pervert but really he loves to be close to you.

It usually never ends with sex, he can fall alseep right then and there when he plunges inside you.

It was a rough day, running around, training, stealing, you name it. It was a lot for Shanks.

You both are in your shared room, getting ready for bed after taking a quiet calm bath together, he watches you lather your body up, Damn—-you looked so good

But he was so tired, he didn’t want to ask you to ride him, it seemed selfish to use you for his own satisfaction but

He needed you.

“Sweetheart…Can…can you sleep with no panties tonight?”

Usually you would have scoffed at his offer, sounding like a pervert again but his voice was tired and his eyes were drowsy. You approach him, cupping his damp cheek and he leans in to kiss you slowly.

“Of course.”

He gave you his shirt to wear and you did, he decided to just stay in the nude.

You lay on your side, and almost immediately when shanks gets in the bed he plants his lips on yours, passionately kissing you, leaving you to moan in his mouth as he plays with your clit a little.

“So wet already…” He marvels, lifting your leg a little he shares a “fuck” with you, you’re so warm and tight, so eager to suck him inside.

You can hear his sigh of relief as he settles inside you from behind.

“Thank you baby.” He pecks your neck, you were exactly what he needed after today

He knew in the morning he’d have to thank you with his tongue.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Tags: smut, AFAB reader, oral sex (reader receiving), choking (male receiving)

author comment: here I am again. I always fall for the same rabbit hole that is Michael Kaiser. Save me. Meanwhile I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

"Needier than usual honey-" The blonde guy under you sing-sang "Missed your boyfriend's cock so much?" You hate when Michael acts like that, mostly because he is right. You missed your boyfriend so much it made your skin itch, you just wanted your breaths to mix, to have his hot lips on yours, to put your tingling hands on him. That’s why when Michael put a foot into your shared apartment, you just took his hand and pulled him into the bed, sat on his lap for a make-out that didn’t last as long as your boyfriend would have liked to, pushed him flat on the mattress, blonde hair sprawled on fresh covers, and with his usual annoying smirk framing his face, kitty-like eyes playful and ready to tease you.

Here you are now, tracing the engorged vein on his neck, your lips plump and stinging from the previous make-out session, your tongue lapping at his neck, softly sucking and kissing his pale skin, you'd like to go slower, to enjoy fully your partner's body after so long, but you really can't and maybe Michael can't too, the erratic rolls of his crotch into your warm core so soon a telltale sign that maybe he missed you too, hidden under all that arrogance. "Slow down liebe, I'm not going anywhere" You feel his strong hand on the back of your head, his fingers twitching in your hair trying not to hurt you. Fuck you wish you'd be able to slow down. You bite his freshly shaved neck, you can taste his sweat and feel his pulse, his cock twitching under your covered core, the thin undergarments you’re wearing the only barrier between your bodies. Meanwhile, Michael groans under you, trying to turn his head to loosen your grip on his neck, his tattoed hand grips your right thigh, making your rock harder on his lap, while the other hand grips your bum as hard as he can, squeezing and slapping, the sound a melody in his ears.

“Fuck Micha-“ a whimper escapes your mouth “I want you, want you all” A harsher slap hit your butt and you both groan.

“On my face, sit on my-fuck” Michael doesn’t even finish the phrase, already pushing your thighs towards his face, his index hooked on your panties, revealing finally your pussy.

“Cover your mouth and I’ll stop, you’re warned” He’s dead serious, Michael’s blue eyes so intense and your brain so inebriated that you can only nod.

Michael’s tongue is eager, licking your pussy like the finest beverage of his life, good enough to make you grip his hair and push him impossibly close to you, riding his tongue and setting the rhythm, your body squirming, more desperate than you’re both used to. You would be worried about suffocating him if Michael wasn’t so insistent on keeping your hips anchored on his face, his tongue never sitting still, his nose wrinkled and his pupils blown in ecstasy; he loves so much being used by you.

The orgasm is so near that some tears start to roll down your face, you lick some away and at that moment you feel it, his hips grinding into the air, his cock slapping onto his abdomen, precum already staining his abs.

“Micha!-Stop, I wanna-“

“I know liebe, fuck-shit-“ You try to pull away, but his strong hands don’t give you enough space for movement “just a tiny bit more-“ You finally pushed your core away from his face, but his tongue is following your warm pussy, his hot muscle licking thin air, a string of your pleasure still link you.

“Wanna cum on your dick Micha-“ The groan he lets out after hearing your words can’t even be described as sinful; it isn’t enough.

“Fuck, hop on my dick like a horny bunny, show your emperor how much you want to be fucked dumb” You almost want to cry when he finally penetrates you, he is stretching you so good it’s almost hard to breathe, the broken breath you hear after grinding on him a clear sign that your boyfriend is on your same boat.

“Liebe I won’t last long, you are so tight, fuck- choke me!” And you do, your fingertips follow the thorns on his arms, and the touch lingers a little before you grip his neck with both your soft hands.

You do as he taught, thumbs under his Adam’s apple, fingers tightening on his jugulars hard enough to fog his brain, soft enough to hear the safe word.

But you must be doing a good job, his eyes rolled back, and the meow he let out a telltale sign of his impending orgasm.

His hips stutter under yours, a slow rhythm is long forgotten, he manhandles your hips upwards so he can reach that point, the one that will make you cry harder, make you sigh like a fool for his cock meanwhile, his sinful broken moans give you goosebumps, you both losing yourself in the throes of pleasure.

Your thighs give in too tired to keep going, but Michael has long regained control, his hips doing most of the work, abusing your sopping wet hole so fast you almost jump off him, the indents of his fingers will leave nasty bruises on your skin.

It’s when you are near your apex that you let go of his neck, red bruises already evident on his neck even under the tattoo, fingers crawling to his cheek to hold his face, the softest gesture ‘till now. He looks at you, shocked to have his airways free so early, he tilts his head a bit, looking for your next move, but never slowing down his thrusts.

“I missed you so much, darling” It’s soft, almost a whisper and Michael can still hear it, the sadness, the loneliness, the weight those words carried. Sadly the blonde’s brain is fucked too good to be able to form a coherent sentence, thank God his heart gave him a helping hand.

He lifts himself up and kisses you, lips slotted with yours eating every broken moan you make, hands now pushing you into his hard body, slotted perfectly, mouths never leaving each other, oxygen useless when you can both live off your shared love.

That’s how you both cum, in each other arms, copious tears rolling down your cute face, fat droplets of sweat on your partner’s face.

“I missed you too liebe” He swipes the hair that stick on your face, his voice as sweet as honey. You nod and feel some other tears staining your face, you kiss him again, hard, you want to imprint the memory of his lips on yours. Michael kisses you with equal passion, rolling you under his body, breaths heavy and still broken.

But you both know the night ahead of you is still long.

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Tainted — Chapter 2: Breathe Me In, Bleed Me Out

SUMMARY: The world caves in for Dean’s girlfriend when she gets a panicked call from Sam— Dean is gone. And she has to find him. Can she keep her promise?

SHIP: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (MOC!Dean x Reader, Demon!Dean x Reader) GENRE: Angst, smuttish (nothing explicit, but definitely suggestive so MDNI) TO NOTE/WARNINGS: Seasons 9-10 spoilers, established relationship, angst, little bit of a time jump from chapter 1, more time jumps within this chapter, temporary character death, grief, canon level violence, demon!dean being an asshole, suggestive making out (while consenual, definitely laden with guilt), implied cheating WORD COUNT: 5.2k A/N: This chapter was honestly difficult for me to write. My struggles with writing Y/N stories bite me in the butt again, lol. I never know whether Y/N is too flat to be interesting or too fleshed out to be relatable, it's a fine balance. Feel free to let me know your opinions. Fair warning: A good amount of this is basically the plot of the episodes 9x20 and 10x01. CREDIT & LINKS: header edited by myself ──〃★ divider edited by myself ──〃★ series masterlist

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“Slowly, Sam,” she spoke through the phone despite the tremble in her own voice.

She’s had this bad feeling in her guts, teetering on the edge of panic. It’s been like this the whole day. The second her phone had started vibrating, the moment she saw Sam’s name on the display, she knew it was bad news.

She couldn’t put her finger on as to why.

She just knew.

Maybe it was the timing; Sam rarely called her out of the blue. Not like this, anyway. Not under these circumstances. He never had a reason to, until now. He always promised to give her a call should he need her help and even then they usually would text each other instead.

Maybe it was the way Sam stumbled across his own words, barely able to choke out a single coherent sentence. She could probably count the amount of times he sounded this freaked-out on one hand. He went on and on, rambling about “Metatron” and “Crowley” and “a knife” and “blood, so much blood.”

What else could it have been then, if not bad news?

A dull ache throbbed in her head as much as it did in her chest. She took off just two days ago, since a friend asked her to help with a hunt.

She had been reluctant about leaving the Bunker — they had enough on their plate already: Searching for Metatron was annoying, and then there was Dean’s insistence on killing him with the First Blade. Sam had locked the weapon away ever since he noticed the effect it had on his brother.

That knife paired with the Mark of Cain was a recipe for disaster. Until they’d find a cure for the curse, it was best to keep it hidden from Dean.

“Deep breath,” she said — at this point she wasn’t sure if she was trying to calm down Sam or rather herself. Her own exhale was shaky. As were her clammy hands that had an iron grip on the phone. “What happened?”

There was a long pause on the other end. Every second of it filled her with an absolute sense of dread.

“Where is he?,” she asked then. Hopeful, worried, terrified. “Where’s Dean?”

Sam’s voice was barely audible on the other end, yet his words hit her with the force of a thousand screams: “I’m sorry.”

It was a weird feeling. She wanted to cry and scream, to deny and to bargain. But she remained absolutely stiff and silent. Numbness was taking over.

“Where is he?,” she repeated her question, voice barely above a breath.

“I put him on your bed.”

Their bed, the only place remotely close to a sanctuary after long days of hunting and having to face the ugly of the world. She didn’t even want to think of the implications of their situation now. That bed, once a warm haven, would forever feel cold now.

“Wait for me,” she muttered weakly. There it was, that long awaited lump in her throat. She tried to swallow it, along with the tears that threatened to dwell up and spill over. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

Without hesitation she checked out of the motel, ditched her current case, and drove back to the Bunker. While there was no point in fretting over it now, she did curse herself for giving in to Dean’s suggestion.

“It’s just a hundred-something miles, you should take the case,” his encouragement had been. He had practically been urging her to chase that ghost. How could she not have seen it? Why did she not question his adamancy?

“I guess it’s a simple salt and burn, shouldn’t take too long,” she had given in so easily. Why did she brush it off so quickly? Why did Dean have to push her away?

Why did she let him?

If she had to guess, she would’ve said she expected him to act differently.

Since that particularily restless night, she thought his calmer, more reserved mood was a good sign. Oh, how wrong she had been.

After weeks and months of battling with himself and the Mark of Cain plaguing him non-stop, she had grown accustomed to Dean’s shitty moods. She had braced herself for an explosion in case the curse would take over.

An outburst, she would’ve understood. He could’ve been rude to her, cold even, anything to try and make her hate him. All of that, she already mentally prepared for. But instead, he put distance between them so subtly and gently that she didn’t even recognize it for what it was:

A silent suicide mission.

This fucker knew trying to rile her up into driving her away would fail. He knew that if he wanted her out of the way of his plan, he’d have to resort to softer methods. To distracting her with a case, to plotting in secret.

Dean had been planning to use the First Blade against Metatron all this time. All by himself, despite the warning signs. He’s reduced himself to a weapon, again, even though they all tried to convince him that they were in this together.

Lebanon, Kansas was roughly two hours away. Thanks to violating multiple traffic laws, she arrived there in just under one and a half. It was honestly a miracle she made it there in one piece.

The first strange thing she noticed was Baby’s empty parking spot. The black Impala was nowhere to be seen. Alarmed, she thought Sam might’ve drove off to do God knows what.

Immediately she rushed inside, downstairs and into the war room. An eerie silence occupied the space. Dominated it. A silence she didn’t want to get used to, but she could already feel it settle in as if the Bunker was its new home.

Sam was nowhere to be seen, presumably — hopefully — keeping watch in Dean’s and her room. Did she even want to see what would await her there? Was any of this even real? It felt like such a joke, a twisted prank of a cruel fate. A nightmare she just wanted to wake up from.

Her heavy feet carried her down the hallway, but her legs were dragging along the floor like she was walking through water. Cold, heavy water slowing her down.

The door was slightly ajar and for a second her body refused to move entirely. Pushing it open and stepping inside felt impossible. No amount of time could help her brace herself for seeing her boyfriend’s corpse anyway. Thus, with a heavy heart and bated breath, she slipped inside.

Sam’s tall figure stood at the end of the bed, his back facing her and blocking her view, effectively.

Except, as she dared to take a glimpse, her eyes fell on an empty bed. Rustled sheets, stained with some blood. But no body.

Her stomach churned, racing mind unable to make sense of any of this.

“What did you do?,” she rasped. Casting her eyes towards Sam, she caught a glimpse of a piece of paper in his hands. Snatching it from his hands swiftly, she read the note over and over again.

Let me go.

Undoubtedly Dean’s handwriting, sharp and confident brushstrokes of a ballpoint pen. Let me go? What was that even supposed to mean?

“Sam, what did you do?,” she repeated her question, more urgently this time.

The younger Winchester stood there all frozen and speechless.

It was so difficult to contain her pain and her anger. Didn’t she tell Sam to wait until she was there? Didn’t she tell him to keep an eye on Dean just before she left two days ago?

Oh, how badly she wanted to yell at him for this mess.

But wasn’t that too easy? Pointing the finger at someone else, when she failed Dean all the same.

Not only was there no point in blaming Sam, it also didn’t look like he knew what was going on either. He looked about as distraught as she felt. She had to actively grab his arms to gain his attention.

“What the hell happened? Where’s Dean?”

Sam shook his head and she could see the wheels turning behind those knitted brows.

“Crowley,” Sam stuttered out. “He… I called him and—”

Her eyes almost popped out of her head, she widened them so much. Another cycle of sold souls might just be her last straw. Why did these boys always have to sacrifice themselves for each other?

“You made a deal?,” she interrupted him, furious.

“No deal. I told him to make it right,” Sam mumbled, more to himself, continuously shaking his head in disbelief. “When I came to check, they were both gone.”

Baffled, she blinked at him, seeking the truth in his words until her expression softened. She had no idea why Crowley would take Dean’s body, or what that note meant. Whether it was a petty, sick joke by the King of Hell or if it meant Dean was still out there somewhere, they had to find him.

“We will make it right,” she muttered, loosening her grip on Sam’s elbows. “Like we always do. We’ll find him.”

Hunters go through the five stages of grief like it’s a regular routine. A ritual, if you will. This life came with so much loss and pain. You’d think at some point you’d get used to it. To death all around you, to preparing yet another hunter’s burial.

But the fact that Dean was gone hit her like a whiplash. She didn’t even get to process any of it, no closure, nothing to make her know for sure where he was, whether he was okay, if there was still a chance. If she was still allowed to hope.

It took them weeks. Several weeks of trial and error. Tracking down Crowley did nothing. They had zero clues. No matter how many demons they asked, nobody knew what happened to Dean Winchester. The angels were fighting their own battle. Fellow hunters hadn’t seen or heard from him either.

She felt like she was slowly going insane. Her mind was a liminal space — she got the sense that she was thrown into cold water without knowing how to properly swim. She managed to keep her head up somewhat, but for how much longer could she take all of this?

At this point Sam and her were grasping at straws. The bigger fish in that vast ocean of questions were no help, so they had to dive deeper. They couldn’t afford to leave a stone unturned.

And who knew that a seemingly random case would prove to be their number one lead so far?

“I don’t know what to tell you, man,” the cashier sighed and awkwardly rubbed his neck. A young man, probably working a part-time job at this gas station. The poor bystanding citizen went over what he saw once more. “This guy was just browsing through zines, then this other guy charged at him and he— KAPOW! BAM! — He just stabbed him. Kinda badass, honestly.”

Maybe not so poor after all. The guy seemed ecstatic about his eventful day at a rather boring job.

Sam and her exchanged a glance, unsure of what to make of the worker’s thrilled testimony.

Pointing at the surveillance cameras in the corner, she asked: “Mind if we check the tapes?”

They were lead to the computers in the back and the gas station attendant opened the recordings for them. Sam put three of the videos side by side, two showing the interior of the store, one being an angle from outside.

As she saw the Impala roll in on one of the clips, her eyes widened. She physically leapt forward, pushing Sam aside and zooming in on the figure stepping out of the familiar vehicle.

Her heart began racing a thousand miles per hour as she recognized what was undoubtedly her boyfriend walking into the gas station.

Then, Dean was alive after all? But it made no sense. Why was he not calling her, how did he survive that fight against Metatron?

So many questions flooded her mind that she was barely paying attention to the footage of some man coming up to Dean, clearly going for a strike. Dean dodged the attack and sunk the First Blade into the stranger. After that, he just left, taking that magazine along and driving away.

She barely registered Sam’s arm reaching over her to pause the video. He rewound it and played it again in slow motion, frame by frame until his trained eye prompted him to hit pause again.

Dean’s eyes were entirely consumed by a pitch black darkness. Demonic, soulless pits of black.

Something deep within her core collapsed as she connected the dots. Ignoring Sam’s attempts of stopping her, she made a beeline towards the exit. Clumsy fingers fished for her phone and she hastily dialed Crowley’s number.

His thick accent and smug tone made her want to reach through the line and rip out his tongue. “Colour me surprised. What can I do for the Winchester’s dearest?”

She didn’t even bother with a proper hello, let alone with reacting to his teasing greeting.

“I swear whatever demon is using Dean’s body as a meatsuit, I’ll send both them and you straight into hellfire myself,” she snarled through gritted teeth, fueled by a rage she’s never experienced before. She could only imagine the anger the Mark of Cain always caused for Dean, but she assumed her own came pretty close to the same level just then and there.

It earned her little more than a bemused chuckle.

Oh, that bastard was done for on so many levels.

“Crowley, I swear to all that’s holy I will—”

“Charming,” he interrupted her cursing, “But it’s all him, love.”

What?

“Call it the new and improved Dean,” Crowley hummed nonchalantly. “I did say the Mark of Cain would give him a nice and fancy upgrade, didn’t I?”

Surprisingly, a scavenger hunt to track down Crowley and/or Dean was even more frustrating than finding Metatron. Now, they all had good reason to getting ahold of that asshole, but Dean came first.

He always did. Plus, she didn’t make that promise for him just to fail him after.

Truth be told, she had no idea what she’d do once she would find him. Or rather, what was left of him. Judging by what Crowley said, the Mark of Cain had finally turned Dean into a monster.

For all they knew he was dangerous, yet she couldn’t care less.

It took her a while, but she managed to find a trail. Apparently the demonic version of the green-eyed hunter was a little more reckless when it came to covering up his traces.

Or maybe he didn’t particularly care about if or who might find him.

Either way, there weren’t many black ’67 Chevys cruising from motel to the next. If her hunch was correct, he was staying at one near her current location — lucky her, on one side. On the other hand, Sam was following a different lead one state over.

She couldn’t just let this chance slip, though. There was not enough time for backup. And, who knew, maybe it was a nothing burger anyway.

To be safe, she sent Sam a text that included the address, and purposefully ignored his reply about how she shouldn’t take risks by going alone.

She made her way to a motel that looked more run down than most of the ones even she was used to. It almost looked abandoned, definitely old, were it not for the bar on the other side of the street. That one was buzzing with light and music even from the buildings adjacent to it.

And wouldn’t you know it — Baby was parked right in front of said bar, empty.

This was her chance. She was ready to pick every lock of every room if it meant a chance at getting Dean back. The motel was definitely as hauntingly quiet and empty as your average ghost-filled mansion.

But it played into her hands. There wasn’t even any staff present.

Quickly, she snuck behind the reception’s desk and flipped through every document she could find. One name in particular struck her as odd — Joseph Perry. Unless the actual Joe, Aerosmith’s lead guitarist was renting a room in one of America’s most shabby motels, she hit the nail on the head.

One quick text message to Sam — ‘Found him. Room 205, he’s out. I’m going in.’ — and she tiptoed down the hallway. Picking the lock was almost too easy, because not even a minute later she found herself standing in the middle of a two-bedroom.

Instead of flickering on the lights, she resorted to using her phone’s flashlight. No need to draw any attention.

Eagerly, she rummaged through the room. The small closet space was filled with flannels and denim she recognized. Even their scent was familiar, though that brought back emotions she couldn’t focus on right now.

She didn’t even know what she was looking for exactly. Clues to what Dean’s been up to the whole time, where he’d go next. Heck, maybe even the First Blade, if only to take it away from him again.

The dresser between the two beds was next, the drawers of which were empty.

Her snooping and investigating was cut short by the light switch turning on.

Fuck.

Her breath hitched in her throat and she didn’t dare to move a muscle. She knew she’d be done for if he’d catch her trying anything funny.

A deep, gravelly yet smooth, and painfully familiar voice appeared behind her: “Didn’t I say to leave me be, sweetheart?”

He couldn’t possibly know the sting that petname caused. The hollow ache it stirred. How long has it been since she’d hear his voice at all, let alone have him call her that?

His presence alone was enough to make the ends of her hair stand up tall. She wished she could call it a bittersweet reunion, but with these circumstances, it was more of a fight-or-flight instinct than anything.

“You mean that lousy note?,” she choked out and she cursed herself for the way her voice quivered. Damn it, her heart was aching so badly. “You were never a poet, but I was hoping for a more heartfelt goodbye.”

With her back still facing him, her hand slowly slid into the inner pocket of her denim jacket. Her fingers were shaky and sweaty as she curled them around the handle of her angel blade.

His voice echoed in her memories; “When things go to shit, you have to stop it.”

The look of desperation in his green eyes.

The very same green eyes she was met with upon spinning around and raising her weapon. She felt as though she was the one being stabbed.

“Stop me.”

How could she possibly do it? How could she keep such a promise? How could he ask something like that of her?

Her movement faltered midway. Not that she stood much of a chance anyway. Within a flash of a second, her wrist was captured by Dean, her arm twisted forward and around until she dropped the blade.

The silver object clattered on the floor and along with it, her heart dropped too.

“I thought I recognized that car of yours outside,” Dean hummed thoughtfully, his intense gaze scanning her up and down. “You just couldn’t let me be, huh?”

The huntress yelped softly as he shoved her back against the dresser.

The wooden edge was digging right into her lower back, an uncomfortable bite against her spine as she found herself trapped between the furniture and the twisted version of the love of her life.

His body pinned hers into an immobile state. He was close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath against the shell of her ear.

“So what’s the grande plan here?,” he grinned, lips brushing against the juncture of her jaw ever so slightly. “Your pretty face shows up, you bat those eyelashes and then what?”

She tensed up visibly, clenching her jaw. She didn’t have an answer. Maybe she should’ve thought this through, but then again, she didn’t think that she’d actually run into him.

Using her other hand, she tried reaching for her other pocket. However, before she even had the chance of pulling out the anti-demon handcuffs, Dean grabbed that hand too, encircling both of her wrists in one iron grasp.

The cuffs fell down right next to the angel blade and for good measure, Dean kicked both items haphazardly into a random direction, so long as it was out of reach for her.

“Don’t get sneaky on me now, doll,” he muttered and the dangerous, grumbling edge in his voice had her shudder. “I asked you a question.”

Her only chance of getting out of this was to buy more time.

“Can you run that by me again? I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Whilst Dean’s lips twitched into a smirk, he didn’t appreciate her teasing attitude. His other hand darted up and found home around the delicate of her throat. A choked gasp errupted from her as she felt his fingers wrap snugly around her windpipes.

While it definitely hurt, it wasn’t enough to do any actual damage. He was applying just enough pressure to make her head all dizzy and her panic all spiked.

“Always a witty comment,” he tutted, clicking his tongue as he leaned closer. “Never knows when to shut that pretty mouth of hers, until it’s put to good use.”

She couldn’t suppress the heat rising to her cheeks if she tried. Not that she wasn’t used to him being assertive, but the intensity of this was downright dangerous.

“You clearly didn’t think this through, doll,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling her lips. “You have no idea what you’re up against.”

Black flashed across his eyes, dark and consuming.

It should’ve scared her, and it’s not like she wasn’t aware that he could so easily snuff out her life. He’d have to squeeze just a little harder. He’d just have to flick his wrist. But how could she focus on fear when every fiber of her being was consumed by guilt?

She swore she’d save him from this, and she failed so miserably.

“Promise me you’ll put an end to it if things go wrong. Please.” His plea rang through her mind still, clear as a bell.

“I promise I’ll do everything I can,” she had nodded back then. “If we run out of options, I’ll do it.”

An ultimatium. The last resort. As long as there was so much as a slither of hope—

It was still Dean. Her Dean, demon or not. That thought was equally comforting and devastating. The lines were as blurry as the swirl of her emotions.

“You’re not my enemy, Dean,” she tried, her voice strained through the chokehold he still had on her. “It’s the Mark, you’re not yourself.”

Dean barked out a laugh and shook his head, his eyes emerald once more. “And that’s where you’re wrong, doll. I’ve never felt better.”

As if to demonstrate, his hands vanished from her wrists and throat, seizing her hips instead. He lifted her up with ease and shoved her on top of the dresser with such sudden force that her hands instinctively sought an anchor in his arms.

Arms she used to rely on — they’d lull her to sleep, they’d welcome her home, they’d provide her with warmth. Arms she had taken for granted. Arms she had missed feeling around her.

Large hands slipped under her jacket, greedily pawing at her waist and she stiffened at the sensation of his warm fingers slipping under her shirt. His touch still felt the same and she didn’t know which was worse: That it still had the same effect on her or that Dean knew.

“Dean,” she uttered, all breathless and not even coming close to making it sound like a protest.

“Isn’t this what you came here for?”

He didn’t even give her time to process his question, let alone come up with an answer. Rough hands pulled her impossibly closer until he stood between her thighs, towering over her like some unyielding wall.

“To see me,” he went on — and damn it if months of lonely, sleepless nights didn’t turn his voice into the most alluring siren’s song for her. He brought his forehead down to hers and all her eyes could focus on was the shape of his lips. “To feel me?”

Guilty as charged, evident by her giving in to the magnetic pull.

The question of who closed the gap between them was overshadowed by the fact that their mouths all but crashed together. A burning hunger took over, consuming and demanding, and leading to a devouring rather than just a kiss.

It wasn’t pretty by any means. Just a tangled mess of bumping noses and clashing teeth, of hands wandering and exploring and claiming.

A whimper of hers fueled Dean to shove her jacket off her shoulders, whereas pride filled her upon drawing a grunt from his lips with just a simple tug on his sandy hair.

The taste of him was as intoxicating as she remembered it to be, not least because of the whiskey sticking to his tongue.

Her body fell into old habits as if no time had passed. Her back arched instinctively and she completely melted into his embrace — those arms welcoming her home once more —, even as his warm lips worked a path down her jawline.

Clearly Dean still had her body perfectly memorized all the same, knowing exactly which buttons to push. Sharp teeth grazed across her pulse, before the swipe of a warm tongue soothed over the sting.

“Gotta say, sweetheart,” Dean muttered, his words husky and muffled by her flushed skin as he nibbled down her collarbones. “I did miss this. Always so damn responsive.”

Her fingers combed through strands of hair that had grown longer since she last saw him.

So much time has passed. So much has happened since. But have things really changed?

“I missed you, too.”

She knew that was neither what he said nor what he meant, yet she couldn’t help but yearn. She couldn’t help but trust. It’s always been her greatest weakness. Dean always has been her greatest weakness.

His grip tightened on her curves until she was sure she’d be covered in finger-shaped marks.

Good. ‘Cause if he were to ever slip away from her again, she’d want all the traces of him she could keep, locked deep within her. Every single bruise. She’d want his bite to infect her from the inside.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent with the intent to catalogue it into the depth of her brain.

A soft click from the other end of the room made her heart flip.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” she whispered.

They only had this one chance.

Her hands cupped his jawline, fingers caressing stubbled skin as if handling porcelain, and her lips found his in a softer kiss.

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated gently, letting him taste and swallow the words.

Her apology confused him enough to distract him.

Sam took the opportunity, capturing Dean’s arms from behind and securing them behind his back. The handcuffs snapped into place around his wrists, the engraved pentagrams rendering the demon pretty much powerless.

Dean growled and writhed in protest to his brother yanking him away. He was like a caged animal, baring his teeth as well as his inky eyes. Kicking and screaming got him nowhere, though.

With combined strength, Sam and her managed to drag him back to the Impala, where they pushed him into the backseat.

Sam slammed the door shut, taking a deep breath. She half expected him to scold her for tackling this by herself. But his expression held nothing but concern as his eyes gave her a once-over.

“You okay?”

Was she? Honestly, she didn’t even know anymore.

From the corners of her eyes she glanced through the backseat window. Dean sat there fuming silently, his dark eyes screaming bloody murder as he glared at Sam and her.

“We basically just arrested a demonic Dean, I’ll take it as a win,” she shrugged, deflecting the question with weak humor.

Sam’s eyes followed the direction of her gaze. Undoubtedly, he was also glad that they managed to find and capture him. But the real challenge was still ahead of them.

“Did he hurt you?,” he asked.

“I’m okay,” she said through a clenched jaw and shook her head. “Thanks for your help back there.”

With that, she slid into the passenger seat. That was as much conversation as she was comfortable with. She knew Sam had questions, but she didn’t have any answers. It was all a haze for her too.

Sam rounded the car and got behind the wheel. His nose scrunched up in disgust as he shoved empty beer cans off the dashboard.

“It’s just a car,” Dean scoffed from the back, rolling his eyes. Yeah, alright, the Mark of Cain had not just corrupted him, Dean was definitely beside himself. That might’ve just been the most concerning thing she’s ever heard him say.

Sam was still busy clearing trash out of his seat. A glance towards the woman next to him confirmed his suspicions that her side wasn’t any cleaner.

She picked up a black bra from the floor, along with a ripped condom wrapper. Lovely. Crumpling both the foil and the fabric in her fist, she sent the damned things flying out of the window.

“Good to know someone was having fun the past few months,” she grumbled, pain obviously lacing her tone.

Again, she had to remind herself that this wasn’t Dean. Not really. Or at least a Dean that wasn’t thinking straight. Still, the idea of him roaming the streets like the world was a banquet at his feet, while she was working day and night to save him, made her sick to her stomach.

Knowing she wouldn’t like Dean’s response anyway, she turned on the radio. She didn’t want an explanation, much less any smug mockery. All she wanted was to get back to the Bunker and put an end to this nightmare.

Just like she had promised.

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[letstalktea]

Bitch and the Big Bad Wolf

Content: Emil Rawlins/afab!The Witch, werewolf, knotting

Note: As always, Emil Rawlins (The Rot of Witchwood) belongs to @rotting-ink

Word Count: 1k

“Run, little witch.” He warned with a smirking snarl on his face. “Run as fast as you can before I catch and sink my teeth into you.”

When you had fled from him like a shrieking maiden into the dark and foggy woods – a prime stereotypical setting for a wolf attack, granted, but fantasies were to be enjoyed, not questioned – he was fully human. By the time he had caught up to you, he was a beast. And you, the ever-exposed witch who had just so happened to venture out in nothing more than a short flowing dress that would flutter in the wind enough to show your bare pussy underneath, were left to the werewolf’s lack of mercy.

Emil pressed his clawed hand against the back of your head, shoving your face into the ground while his other raked over the curve of your ass that was on full display for his amusement after your skirt had been flipped up and practically fallen around your neck. His fur tickled your skin where it made contact and goose pimples rose up everywhere his sharpened claws scraped; over your rear, down your legs, between your thighs, brushing against your–

“You're wet,” he growled deep in his throat, the words mangled by the shape of his snout.

From behind, you could feel the cool wetness of his nose brushing against the heat of your dripping sex. Your thighs pressed together instinctually, but they were quickly pried apart by only a fraction of his strength and his pure determination to stay buried in your cunt.

Despite the fact that speaking was difficult for him, he didn't need any words to lap up the juices leaking from your pussy. He ran the flat of his hot tongue along your messy folds, drinking up all the proof that you enjoyed running away in terror from the big bad wolf as much as he enjoyed hunting you down in an environment where you hadn't stood a chance to outmaneuver or outrun him.

You whimpered beneath him, quickly switching to squealing as his fangs nipped at the fat where your thigh met your butt.

There was a smirk in his broken words. “Good bitch.”

His hand left the back of your head, knowing you wouldn't dare to move from your current position. If you did, you were sure he could – and would – twist you into a position that would be far more exposing than the one you were currently in. But, no. You liked your current position and you were sure he did too, especially when you felt him shift behind you so that he was lying with his furry chest pressed to your back and his massive claws sliding down your arms to pin your wrists in place. Every low growl and warning bark to watch your behavior now rumbled directly into your ear, down your spine, and went straight to your cunt. That wasn’t the only thing going straight to your cunt.

The tongue that had once been eagerly dominating you was replaced with something hotter, thicker, harsher.

“Emil,” you whined, almost begging, knowing exactly what he was planning.

There was a sinister chuckle in his voice right before his hips thrust forward and your cunt was torn open on his cock. 

Your screams bounced off the trees and were carried away by the wind. Each one falling from your lips in time to the brutal pace he set as he fucked you like you weren’t even a person. Your body was nothing more than something to keep him warm, squeeze down, and milk him dry; his reward for catching you. And your punishment was to accept all of it. Every time he rocked forward, burying himself just a little deeper until it felt like there was no more space for him; every time he scraped out your insides as he pulled back, leaving you sore at his withdrawal; every time you antagonized him by crying so loudly that any fool could hear – and only fools would be in the woods on a night like this; you were made to take all of it with your teeth gritted tightly together and your throat going sore from screaming.

Until he went so deeply that you could feel something else catch against your entrance. Something fat and bulbous and–

“No, no,” you pleaded as you felt him begin to bully his knot inside. “It’s too big.”

If he heard you, he was ignoring you. Or, rather, he was refusing to listen. Instead, he opened his maw and clamped down on your shoulder.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came around his cock. Screams turned into mewling and all your protests were brushed away as he forced his knot inside your fluttering hole.

The way he rocked into you, locked into place by his swelling knot, still felt like he was buried in your guts; like he was still trying to fuck you even as neither of you could move properly. The only sign that it would all be over soon was when something hot started to flood your cunt. Or, it would normally be the sign, but Emil seemed eager to keep fucking into you despite the fact that he had just come.

One of his massive claws left your wrists and ventured to your front, the pads of his fingers pressing and rubbing against your clit that was just as swollen as his knot. You knew that he wasn’t done with you. You dragged him – willingly – into this fantasy of yours and he was going to enjoy playing the big bad wolf until he was satisfied.

Perhaps when the sun came up or the fog rolled out. 

Whichever came last.

[winniethewife]

Like we're right back at the start (Jake Lockley X Reader)

A/n: I felt it was unfair that both the other Moonboys and Layla get a Holiday fic from my series but Jake didn’t so here’s something For Him. Featuring everyone’s Favorite Cat OC Viejita! (Courtesy to @guruan for the art and the cat) It’s undeniably real will return in the new-year!

Words: 848

She sat on the bed in the flat she shared with Jake, Marc and Steven. She looks across the cluttered apartment. It was home, they had recently decorated the place for the holidays, they had celebrated Hanukah at the beginning of the month, and now it was Christmas Eve, she was really hoping for a Christmas miracle, to have her boy’s back for Christmas. The string lights carefully hung on bookshelves made the small flat feel just that much more cheery. She was waiting for one of her boy’s to walk through the door after a mission, they’d been away for a couple days. she looks at the small pile of presents in the corner. Just as she was about to get up A small dark Hairless cat jumped into her lap.

“Viejita! What is it mi pequeña reina? Hm? You need some Mami cuddles huh?” She looks at the cat giving a her a rub on her head. The cat looks at her lovingly. She was wearing an adorable jumper, blue with snowflakes, keeping her hairless body warm in these colder days.

“Merw!” Viejita head butts her hand as she starts to purr.

“I know, I know. It’s so hard being a kitty. All the love and attention you get, Its just too much.” She coos at the kitten who meows back in turn. They sit like this for a while before the door opens as a familiar face with a Page boy cap comes in.

“Ah, look it’s mis bellas damas…Papi’s home!” Jake laughs as he walks over to them, giving Viejita a scritch on the head and a kiss for his girlfriend. “Hola Mami…looking good…” He murmurs flirtatiously.

“Mmm…you too Papi…” She looks into his eyes, she reaches up to his face, running her thumb along his cheek. “Merry Christmas eve baby.”

“Oh yeah, that’s today isn’t it? I got home just in time.” Jake grins. Viejita Starts Meowing at Jake. He had gotten distracted by his lover, and had stopped petting her, a criminal offence. “Oh I’m so sorry your highness, please forgive me for the error in my ways.” Jake says with a laugh before picking up Viejita and holding her to his chest.

“I think she missed her Papi, like I did.” She stands up next to him and kisses his cheek. “I gotta get Dinner started okay?”

“Okay Mami, Te amo.” Jake smiles at her and as she walks by he reaches to grab her hip, squeezing her softly.

~

After dinner, Shes standing at the window, watching as the snow falls. She can hear the small snores of the cat on the bed behind her and the water running as Jake does the dishes. She leans on the wall, she swears the whole world seems brighter at this time of year, even though its darker and colder. Her ears prick up as she hears the water shut off, a moment later and she feels Jake’s strong arms wrapped around her, his face nuzzled in her neck, he places a soft kiss there as his hands caresses her sides. He had Changed out of his normal Button up and Slacks for some comfortable dark sweatpants and a Jumper that matched Viejita's, A dark blue with Snowflakes, A Hanukah present from a few weeks ago.

“I’m glad you made it home in time for Christmas. I know you don’t really celebrate…” She leans into his embrace.

“Hermosa, It’s important to you, so it’s important to me. Maldito pájaro estúpido, I’ll be here for you when you need me.” Jake’s voice in her ear is soft and comforting, Words that almost no one else would use to describe him. They stand together enjoying the moment. Watching the snow fall. Jake makes a sound as he remembers something, and he pulls away for a moment

“espera aquí.” He mutters before grabbing something out of his jacket. She looks over her shoulder as she watches him come back over to her a small silver box in hand. “I didn’t exactly…know what to get you, the others they got you stuff and wrapped it up all nice, but…I just remembered when we were gone and…Well you keep singing all those songs and I…Just open it.” Jake tries, but he’s not a man of many words, she smiles as she turns to take the box from him and opens it up to find a bundle of Mistletoe.

“Jake…its perfect.” She smiles as she looks at the small bundle of leaves, it was an unusually sweet thing for Jake to do. He takes the bundle and holds it over their heads.

“Mistletoe kisses eh?” He smirks at her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Now this, this was very on brand for him. She laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck, closing the distance between them to kiss him. Her soft lips moving against his as he snakes his free hand around her waist. He hums softly into the kiss. This was what he needed to find.

I needed Christmas to find my way back here to you

~

Translations:

mi pequeña reina: My little queen

mis bellas damas: my beautiful ladies

Maldito pájaro estúpido: Damn the stupid bird

espera aquí: wait here

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[summerlovingbaby]

great balls of fire

great balls of fire

Dustin had been annoying Eddie to go to some dive bar out on the outskirts of town. How he got in the club remained unseen, because Dustin looked 16 on a goodday, but most days he only looked 12. But apparently his “night out” was reinventing. “ Reinvgorating” was what he used to describe it, and while Eddie wasn’t exactly sure what that word ment, though he assumed it was something good, he was bored, and scouting new locations for his band. Apparently he saw some girl, and while he only had the courage to watch from a far, he knew Eddie would have to see her to understand. So he drove to the outskirts of town, flashed his ID at the bouncer who barley looked at it, and let him in.

The club was shit, fulled with middle age men who pissed away their paychecks on bad booze and worse women. The bar was filled with men stirring warm beer with her finger, and a handful of older women sipping on fruity drinks.

Thats when he saw her, a woman, no older than 20, slinging drinks. She was wearing bright red, which stood out in the dreary environment, and her maroon lipstick drew all eyes to the center of her face. Smudges of silver glittery eyeshadow messily covered her eyelids, brought together with a delicate sweep of eyeliner applied with a gentle hand.

Her bottom half was hidden behind the counter, he couldn’t tell what she was wearing but he hoped it wasn’t much. Dustin was right, the girl was pretty, the girl was more then pretty, she was stunning. Shockingly stunning, the type of hot that only existed in pictures, too pretty for reality, yet here she was in a shitty bar. 

She smiled at a customer, as she mixed her a drink, she said something that Eddie couldn’t quite pick up over the loud music, then for a minute, she looked at him, well technically past him, but he was being optimistic. She had pretty eyes, brown and subtle, hints of gold bouncing off the flashing club lights.

A mess of shouts brought her attention to the stage, where another bartender was getting grabbed at by handsy men. She tried her best to shove them off, but their were just too many, and they were too drunk to hear no for an awser. He looked at the club security who stared at the crowd, carelessly. Useless. Eddie was just about to step  in when he saw Y/N put the drink she was stirring aside, and pushed herself on the counter.

Sitting flat on her butt, she swung her legs over and landed on the otherside. First things Eddie noticed was her legs. They were shockingly bare. Most of the women in Hawkins barley exposed an ankle, let alone full upper thigh, but she was wearing something that Eddie could barley classify as shorts, and more of slightly long underwear.

She reached back behind the bar, grabbed a glass bottle full of booze and took a long swig. Then skipped to the stage, and grabbed the microphone.

“ HEEEELLLLLOOOOO,” she hollered into the microphone.

The crowd calmed down in her presence, and Eddie found himself moving closer to the stage.

“ It’s me your favorite bartender, Y/N L/N,” she said quieter. The bar mostly fell silent, but one lone voice shouted from the void of the crowd.

“ Sing another song!”

“ Alright, alright, slow down give me a moment, we talked about this. I will only sing a song if you behave yourself, and ya’ll have not been very friendly with my friend. You don’t touch what isn’t yours, and you certainly don’t touch when people say no, now give my friend an apology.” she placed her hands on her hips and tapped her foot as a chorus of men apologized.

Eddie walked headfirst in the crowd, unable to take his eyes of the stage where Y/N stood. He watched as she took the microphone from the stand, and paced around until she was satisfied with the cacophony of apologizes. 

She walked to the corner of the stage, where an old rickety piano rested. Leaning on it and putting her whole body weight on it, she slowly pushed it to the center of the stage, doubling back for an old ugly barstool that was made into a makeshift paino bench.

She sat down on the piano, lifted her hands dramaticly, and smashed them down on the keys. A few people in the crowd must have recognized the names because a few sparse cheers erupted. Then with an attention grabbing growl she started to sing, and Eddie had to stop himself from  crawling on stage.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a girl insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

Eddie didn’t know what to do with himself. Pretty girls like that didn’t sing songs like that. Pretty girls like that didn’t sing with such conviction and passion it was scary. Pretty girls wouldn’t be so effortlessly sensual if they tried. In hawkins it was always about stolen glances, and what was left to the imagination.

I laughed at love 'coz I thought it was funny

You came along and you moved me, honey

I've changed my mind

This love is fine

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

She played the piano like a performer, turning to the crowd every chance she could, smiling and nodding. Giving them a show. Eddie caught her attention. In a crowd of leering men he was the youngest, thats what caught her eye. But what held it was him. Most boys his age wore polos and khakis. But he wore leather and studs, and what was that? Eyeliner.

He looked handsome, and stared at her like she wasn’t a piece of meat for sale at the market. He watched her performance like it was the last she would ever give, and savored every note, and she liked it. She liked the way he looked at her.

Kiss me, baby

Mmmmh, it feels good

Hold me, baby

Well, I'm off to love you like a lover should

Oh! You're fine, so kind

Got to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine

He managed to hold her attention, as she barley looked at the keys, just sung to the crowd. It was only then that he realized that she was loud enough to sing without it. Then before he knew it the song was over, and he couldn’t tell what he wanted more, to hear her sing again, or to talk to her after.

He waited til she returned from the stage at the bar, and sat with his cheek resting on his palm. She sauntered over to him with a wide smile.

“ What can I get you?” her voice was sweet, but with a rough edge like cinnamon.

“ You’re number,” he said shyly.

“ You don’t waste time,” she said. This wasn’t the first time she’d been asked out at this bar, but the first time she was interested. 

“ You ‘re quite the performer,” he said, “ guitar?”

“ You play?” she asked. He nodded. “ So what brings you here?”

“ I like music,” he shrugged, “ and you sing really well.”

“ Yeah, okay,” she nodded. She grabbed a pen from across the counter, and scribbled 10 digits on his forearm. “ I like handsome boys like you,” she said, “ certainly much too handsome to be here.” she smiled, then turned away to deal with other customers.

And his balls were certainly on fire.

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[lacontroller1991]

Fluff/WhumpTOBER Day 3: Nick Valentine x GN!Sole Survivor

Day 3: Favorite Scene/Set Up For Failure Masterlist Warnings: 18+, Language, Suicide/Homicide, Blood Word Count: 1.2k

“You want me to do what?” Father, Shaun, stares back at you with your eyes, his face set in resolve.

“You heard me. I need you to wipe out your friends. Starting with the Railroad. They have caused us too much trouble, keeping us from finding what is rightfully ours. They are a threat to us. You know this.” His words pierce through you as you freeze in your tracks. You know he’s your son, but do you really have the means of wiping out your friends, the very people who helped you find him?

“Shaun, you know I can’t do that,” you comment softly, sitting down next to the head of the Institute. “Surely there is another way, one that doesn’t involve the death of people I care about.”

He shakes his head, spurring on a coughing fit, blood spewing into a white napkin. “I am dying. Are you really going to let everything that I’ve built, for you, go to waste?”

You know he’s lying. You know that even though he is biologically your son, he is not your son. You’d like to believe that despite never raising him as your own that he wouldn’t be capable of mass genocide. You’d like to believe that he would take your compassion and his father’s love for life. But here he sits, telling you to do the exact opposite. And here you sit, actually contemplating it.

“You know the Railroad is only in it for themselves. Despite them wishing to liberate synths and allowing them to have self freedom, you know it’s all about revenge for them. And the Minuteman. They pose a threat to our existence. They need to be taken care of.”

Tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth, you play with your fingers, wishing you would’ve just stayed frozen. This is an impossible choice. Your blood or your friends who had become your family. “What about Valentine?” Shaun takes your hands in his, his are cold and frail while yours are warm and youthful.

“You know what needs to be done.”

—————

Blood. Blood surrounds you as you collapse to your knees, having taken out the Minuteman, all in one place. The people who sought to make the Commonwealth a better place. Looking down at your hands, you resist the urge to vomit at the sight of blood soaked skin. “What have I done?” Your eyes look around before spotting Preston, lying on the ground. If you didn’t know otherwise, you would’ve assumed that he was sleeping. Crawling over to his body, you wipe the blood off of his face, drops of water removing dirt and grime. “I’m so, so sorry.” Leaning down, you press a kiss to his foreheads, wishing it didn’t have to be this way.

“(Y/N)?” His voice causes you to look up from where you kneel, eyes immediately spotting the old synth as your heart breaks. You don’t have what it takes to tell him that you killed everyone, but you have a feeling that he already knows. “What the hell happened here?” His hand reaches for his gun as you sniffle, falling onto your butt as your eyes look over the massacre. 

“I killed them.” You can hear the gears whirring in his head before he crouches down next to you. His poker face gave Deacon a run for his money. 

“Now why would you go and do that for?” His voice is flat, no judgment but also no friendliness. It reminds you that he too, is a synth, made from your flesh and blood.

“Father told me to do it. Told me that they’re a threat to the Institute.” The words tumble out of your mouth, void of emotion. Shock setting in. 

Nick sighs, shaking his head, trying to come up with some logical explanation and finding none. “I warned you what would happen if you decided to help him out. Now look at where that got you.”

“I’m sorry, Nick, he’s my son. My only son.” 

Nick draws his lips in a tight line, standing to his full height. “I know.”

“He wants me to kill the Railroad, kill Deacon. He wants me to kill you. I can’t. I can’t do this. Nick, please, help me.” You turn to him, grabbing onto his pant leg, tears running down your face as his yellow eyes peer down at you. 

“There’s nothing I can do to help. You made sure of that yourself.” Shaking your head, you mess with the latches on your pipboy, taking it off. 

“Get this to Deacon, to Danse, anybody. Get it to them, bring down the Institute.” Tears flow freely down your face as you hand the synth the piece of technology. “It has all the information on how to get inside and what needs to be done to insure the destruction of that horrible place.”

Nick takes the pipboy into his other hand, looking down at you with curiosity, “Just what are you going to do? Kill more people?” Your eyes move from his and land on the ground, eyeing a gun within grabbing distance. He catches on. “You are not going to kill yourself.”

“What other choice do I have? I can’t ask you to kill me. I can’t ask Deacon to kill me, or Mac, or Danse, or Hancock. You know they wouldn’t be able to do it.”

Nick knows that you’re telling the truth. Deacon would be too distraught with the betrayal to be able to kill you. Mac and Hancock are too loyal, and well, Danse owes you his life. And Nick? Nick loves you. “I’ll do it.”

Your eyes light up with gratitude but it doesn’t reach your face. “Nick. I can’t let you.”

“Doll, I would rather have me do it than you do it,” he pockets the pipboy, extending his metal exposed hand out to you, allowing you to take it. Hoisting you to a standing position, he looks you over one last time with a sad smile on his face. “I loved you, you know.”

“Oh Nick.” You launch yourself into his arms, clinging onto him like your life depended on it, knowing how this moment is going to end. One of his arms wrapping around you, synthetic lips pressing a kiss to your temple as his other hand pulls back the hammer on his gun. “I love you. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” He pulls the trigger and a loud crack echoes in his auditory processors as you go limp in his grasp. With a sigh, he sweeps your body up into his arms and carries you to the yard behind your house, kneeling down on the ground next to your spouse’s grave. Carefully, he lays your body on the ground before standing up and dusting the dirt off of his knees, the pipboy burning holes in his coat pocket. “Goodbye, (Y/N). I’ll make sure to end it.” He lowers his head in a bow before walking away from the grave, wishing he could cry.

[rain-dom]

[FtM Transformation] Diving In.

Leah pushed herself out of the water. It was a hot summer day, and the pool was about to close. She sighed. She had been practicing all of her life - twenty years - and she had felt like she was pretty good at it, but she felt like she was stagnating.

She wanted to be on her University’s swimming team, find other people that shared her love of the water. And yet, even when she joined swim teams in the past, she felt like she just didn’t fit in, like she was out of her element. It just didn’t make sense to her, and it made her so distracted with herself. What was wrong with her? She used to love swimming when she was younger.

What changed? What was she missing?

“Argh! This is stupid. I’m never going to be on the team at this rate. I’ll probably just settle for Law school or some bullshit.” Leah said as she stormed into the locker room, and threw her goggles onto the floor.

She went and opened her locker, and was about to go change out of her blue one peice swimsuit, until she found a found a black envelope in her locker, sealed with some some of black and purple logo she had never heard of before

She opened the envelope:

—

“Feeling left behind? Left out? Well, don’t we have a solution for you!

Picture yourself - no, not THAT you - the person that’s been hiding in your subconscious.

Yeah, that one. For twenty-four hours, let your old expectations, your old, false ideal of yourself fall away, and your true self be free.

All you have to do is have The Unseen near you and close your eyes, and imagine yourself. Free yourself of the expectations that society has placed on you, and the expectations that you have placed upon yourself. And then, your spirit and body will finally be whole.”

—

Leah scoffed. This had to be some silly prank, “probably those weird New Age hippies”, she thought.

As she closed the envelope, eager to throw it away, something fell out of it. It was a black - diamond? Pebble? It was mostly smooth, with some rough edges here and there. As she picked it up, she could feel something…beating in there. She couldn’t quite make it out, but it sounded like…a heart?

“Is this The Unseen?” She asked, now intrigued. And was there something truly…alive in there?

She had to find out.

She looked over the letter again.

“Hmm…what would happened if I actually try this ritual thing out?” She pondered. “Not that anything weird would happen, right?”

She closed The Unseen firmly within her right hand. “Well, what was do I have to lose? I’m already desperate enough as is.”

She closed her eyes. She searched, searched and searched deep within her mind, for her “true self.”

She looked everywhere - her memories, her fears, her hopes and dreams, but no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find-

Him.

She found him.

She gasped. “That’s…that’s me! At least, that feels more like me. I…I don’t mind being a woman but, it were up to me, I’d want to be a slim but muscular guy.” She whispered.

And that’s all it needed.

The Unseen begun to feel warm. Then, it became hot to the touch, like a door that had seen the sun for too long.

“Ah!” Leah screamed as her body immediately became hot as well, and very, very horny. The Unseen fell and crashed into the floor, and evaporated into nothingness, along with the card.

First thing to change was her chest. Her size A cup boobs were now shrinking into nothing, slowly pulling and deflating themselves until her chest became completely flat.

“Hah hah Holy shit!” Leah said, panting. “My breasts…are totally gone!” She placed her hands on her now-flat chest, shocked - yet, surprisingly to her, relieved - at her new features. “W-well, I won’t have to worry about bras anymore, that’s for sure-ahh!!”

Her quip was cut short by another new change, this time taking place at her hips, thighs, and waist. “Agh…hah” Leah grunted as her waist evened out, pushing out so that they would be even with her shoulders, and her butt shrank in tandem. “N-not that there was much of that, anyway, hahaha…wait, my voice!”

Leah’s tall height did go up by a few inches, to 6’4, which didn’t really occur to her, as she was focused on the other, more significant changes happening to her. Another thing she didn’t notice was that her blue bathing suit was now much tighter around her body, even ripping in some areas. One thing she did notice, however, was that her voice had gotten significantly deeper by now. She brought her hands to her now thicker neck, feeling her newly minted Adam’s apple that had started to form. “Ahh, mmn..” she liked the sound of her new, deep voice. She then brought them to her face, one that had become more angular and more defined at the edges. She rubbed her hands through once her neck-length brunette hair had that also long since receded, now a short haircut. Speaking of hands, she removed them from her throat and noticed that they were slightly bigger and more rough, too. It was at that point she realized she was becoming-

“-a man?! I’m becoming a man! The guy I saw in my mind, I’m becoming him! Oh, this is incredible!!”

And with that, her body started to shake. She bent over, wrapping around her arms around her chest.

“Agh!! Godd!! It hurts but it also feels- nngh so good!” It was like they were on fire! Not in a painful way necessarily, but it was very, very intense. It was like at any moment that something was about to come out of her chest-

“AHH!!” Leah shouted. “Yes! My chest it’s…growing!!” But it wasn’t boobs that were growing. In fact, they were being replaced with a large, broadening chest and tight pecs. Her shoulders expanded to help accompany the expanding chest, and her arms and hands grew in size and muscle, as well did her legs and feet.

“Ahh, mmmph, oh f-fuck yes this..this feels amazing!!” She grunted and moaned as her abs pushed out. “I-I need more!”

Muscle practically exploded all over her body, twitching and morphing and expanding. Her bathing suit, now no longer compatible with her growing body, completely ripped apart as her changing body grew one last time.

“Agh!! Hah…hah…oh my god…” Leah said, exasperated, sweat dripping all over her body. She rubbed her nicely defined chest and abs, and flexed her arms, showing off her newfound strength.

“Wow…this is…amazing…” Leah said through labored breaths. “I want…no- I NEED more!”

Suddenly, she felt something pushing out of her crotch, something hard and impossible to ignore.

“Hnngh!! Huff, huff Ohhh my god, I’m growing a cock!! Agh, yes!”

She moaned in complete pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her cock coming out of her vagina, stretching and growing along side her dropping testicles, once her ovaries. Not only were they growing on their own, but she was hastening the process by using her own strength by pushing them out as well.

“Yes, yes!!” she grunted, as her cock and balls reached there final size. “Please, agh I need to get it out!! I need it, I- AH!!”

With one last push, her new genitalia was fully formed. Her wet vagina was now a throbbing, erect penis, clocking in at a full eight inches, and full so of cum that it was already leaking precum.

Practically drooling at the intense sensations and pleasure emanating from her crotch, her hands almost moved on its own, as she more than ever before, she needed relief. “Mmm…oh! Yes…” As she pleasured herself, more and more precum dripped onto her dick and the floor, but at this point, she didn’t care.

“Nngh, hah, oh god, I’m g-getting close—oh? Oh!! Oh yes!! YES!! AHH! AHh…hah..”

“Hah…hah…mmn…ah…hah.” Leah smiled as she - now, as he realized, he - practically fell to the floor, sitting next to his locker where all of his stuff still looked like they owned by a woman, and not the athletic man laying right next to it, recovering from his best organism yet.

A great sense of calm of relief washed over him. “Is this is what post-nut clarity feels like?” He asked himself. “That…felt…out of this world!”

“It sure sounded like it.” Said a feminine voice coming from behind him.

“A-ah!” He quickly got up and turned around. Standing before him was a tall, African-American woman, wearing a red two piece bathing suit. She had her hands in her hips and was smiling smugly at him. She quickly remembered that she was still in the girls locker room.

“Ah-uh- i-it’s not what it looks like, I swear!!” He said as he covered his giant genitalia. “Please don’t the wrong idea! Oh god, you won’t believe what just-“

“Oh, I already believe it. Your Unseen seal has been broken, among other things…” she said, looking at the mess Leah made on the floor.

“It…it was YOU!! You…gave me this body. Oh, my god. I…don’t know how I can repay you…”

“Oh, hun. There’s no need to repay me. After all, fapping may be fun, but nothing beats the lustful passion of two souls giving into each other. Come, let me show you a place where I can better accompany you.”

Leah nodded along excitedly.

She opens an oval, black and purple portal. She turns around and takes his hand. “My name is Kiara, by the way.”

“It’s, uh…Leo.”

“The pleasure will always be mine.”

They arrive in a high-end bedroom, adorned with purple, blue and red LED lights, a large bathroom, closet, and a large red bed.

“Lay down on the bed.” Kiara commanded, with him practically running onto it if anything. The white, soft fabric of the bed sinking in around him wrapped him up, like a warm winter coat.

“Is it okay if I tie your hands together?”

Leo nods.

She tied his hands together above his head. She climbs on top of him, and pulls leans close to his face. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, absolutely!”

She started with kissing. Kissing on the lips, down his neck, his chest, his abs. She would kiss all across his body, getting just close enough to his crotch to get him that much more excited, teasing him for what was to come.

“Mmh…hah…ahh…ohh, god, yes…” Leo moaned.

“This new body, you love it, don’t you?”

“Yes!!” Leo exlcaimed.

She rubs her finger down his chest and to his abs, and back up to his chest again. “But, it doesn’t seem like you are used to the intense, raw feelings and sensations that your body has came with. Well, you’re in luck, because I can take care of that for you.”

She put her lips against his ear and whispered, “So let me show you how good it feels to be a boy.”

“Ahhn! Yes! Please!”

She smiled.

She kisses him on the lips more time, but this time with much more passion, and quicker. She kissed him on his neck, chest, and abs, then pausing to let Leo’s cock make itself known.

She starts to kiss the hard, long thing.

“OhH! You’re sending waves of…p-pleasure…all over my bodYY!!”

Leo’s deep, desperate moans were interrupted by Kiara’s kissing and licking of his dick.

She then asked, “are you ready for the next step?”

“Yes!!” Shouted Leo.

Kiara started rubbing her right hand in a circular motion on his cock, her soft, feminine fingers sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh! Ohh! Yes!! Hah oh fuck!”

She continued making Leo more and more aroused, by using different techniques. She started by giving a slow, gentle handjob, then moved on to sucking his dick slowly. But the end of that, Leo couldn’t even think straight.

“We still a little ways to go.”~ Leah teased. “Now, with all that out of the way, it’s time for you to give into your urges.”

“H-huh?”

She started with taking off her bikini bottom first, bending over to highlight her ass. After she started to take them off and toss them to the side, she turned around messaged her breasts, which were bountiful C cups, then started to remove her top. She leaned towards him and showed off her boobs. “Now…do you like what you see?”

“Ahh…yess!”

She’s smiled seductively, as she started to climb on top of his body.

Noticing his member leaking plenty of precum, she pushed her hand on her erect penis.

“Oh, not yet~”

“Ohh! Ohh…” Leo moaned absent-mindedly, his legs jolting with anticipation.

“Soo much pent up energy…don’t you just want to plunge your huge, leaky dick into my tight, wet pussy?” She said as she leaned closer towards Leo.

“Yess!!”

“Then you know what you need to do. Just let go, and give into your true desires!”

She removed her hand and let it reveal itself, no longer contained by Kiara’s pressure. The ties around Leo’s hands disappeared, and Leo immediately leaped up and kissed Kiara, with the two of them wrapping around their arms around each other, rolling around on the bed, kissing passionately.

Leo was now on top of Kiara.

“Leo! huff, huff do your worst!”

Leo at this point just need to get everything out - his love for his new body, his disdain of the old one and his old life, his arousal, his cum, his need to penetrate. He just needed it all to be let free, out of the prison he made for himself his whole life.

He needed to be free.

He kissed Kiara in the lips, then quickly moved down her body. Kissing, licking, biting. Biting her neck, her breasts, licking and kissing his stomach.

All was fair game to him.

“Hahh, hah, it this good so far?” He asked, gasping between breaths.

“Yes, ah yes!! Right there, right-aHh!” Kiara moaned as Leo continued to bite in all the right places on Kiara’s body.

He moved to her pussy, which was now wet. He kisses around the area of her pussy and her stomach, then moved to eating her out. “Oh! Leo!! W-Where did you learn these mo-OoHves~” Kiara moaned.

“Huff, ah, I have my ways. Now…are you huff, huff, ready to see what I can do?”

“Hah, mmgh, hah let’s see how much mess you make this time.”

Finally, he put his dick inside of Kiara.

“Ohh, fuuuuck,” Leo moaned, almost taken aback on how tight Kiara felt. Kiara grinned.

“See, I told you Im not easYYy-ohh”

“Would…ahh…would you like me to go faster?”

“Yes! Go faster!”

Leo keeps fucking Kiara, harder and harder, faster and faster.

“Ahn! Ah, L-Leo!” Kiara practically yelled. You’re about to make me *cum!!”*

“Ahh oh, ohh god!” Leo huffed, beds of sweat dripping down his face. “Mmh I’m almost there too!! Agh!”

Until, they finally climaxed together.

“Oh godd, I’m about to cum, I’m a-about to- AH!!” Leo moaned as he came inside of his condom.

Kiara also came, squirted out of her pussy. “Hah, ohh, AGH aHh YES!!”

Leo fell to her side, panting profusely. Both of them were completely exhausted from both the transformation and the explosive sex.

“That…hah, hah that was incredible!” Said Leo after a few minutes of collecting themselves. He turned to Kiara. “Is…is there way you could extend this thing past twenty-four hours?”

Kiara looked almost surprised. “I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”

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A FEW MONTHS LATER:

Leo pushed himself out of the pool. He had just triumphantly won the preliminary heats and the semifinals, and was now looking forward to the finals.

“Hey, Leo! Good job out there, man!” His coach praised.

“Thank, Mr. Clark.” He said, panting between breaths. “It was a close one, but I got it!”

He was now well known and liked at his university, and he has made more friends with his swimming team. He was much more satisfied with himself and his life now.

“Dude, you completely saved us there! Can’t believe I lost to that damned douche from update” said his now close friend, Micheal.

“Hey, all you gotta do is keep practicing, and maybe don’t compare yourself to others as much. I know it’s easier said than done but…trust me, I’ve been there.” He said with a wink.

He went to his locker, now in the men’s. He opened it, putting his stuff away, ready to go home. He found one of his picture of his old self, wearing that one piece swimsuit. He smiled, knowing how much progress he had made with himself.

After making it back to his apartment, closing the door behind him, he heard a whooshing sound.

He knew exactly what that meant.

“Hey, hot stuff~” said his girlfriend, Kiara. “Another win, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah…” he turned around with a smile. “But it’s always a win to see you here.”

“Alright, cheesy-head.” Kiara rolled her eyes.

“Ah-ah-ah! You’re blushing!!”

“I am definitely *not!!”* Kiara laughed as she fell into her boyfriend, kissing him.

“Now, how about I take another swim in this nice piece of work?” She said, rubbing his chest.

Leo chuckled softly. “You know I’d love that.”

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Can you do a Brent or Darrel one??? I absolutely love your work and just wish there was more of him! Thank you!!!

Authors Note: yess I love darrel curtis so much its actually insane- also this photo is my holy grail

A Little Rest

Darrel Curtis x fem!reader

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the Curtis house. The familiar sound of the front door creaking open echoed in the otherwise quiet home. Darry Curtis stepped in, his boots heavy against the floorboards. He was tired—exhausted, really��but as always, he tried to hide it, pushing it down until he could finally catch a breath.

It had been another long day, working his butt off to keep things steady for his brothers, to make sure they had food, school supplies, everything they needed. Sometimes, it felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he couldn’t let it show. Not to Ponyboy, not to Sodapop, and especially not to you.

He’d noticed you sitting on the couch when he walked in, your head resting against the back cushion, eyes closed like you were waiting for him. His heart softened at the sight. You were always there, always looking out for him, even when he didn’t ask for it. It was one of the things that had drawn him to you—how easy it was to be with you, how your presence calmed him when everything else seemed chaotic.

You hadn’t heard him come in, but when he shut the door quietly behind him, you opened your eyes. There was that small, knowing smile, the one you always gave him when you knew he was running on fumes.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, voice warm with affection.

“Hey,” Darry answered, giving you a tired but genuine smile as he kicked off his boots. He was still standing, leaning against the doorframe for just a second, taking in the sight of you. You always seemed like a sense of calm for him, and right now, that calm was exactly what he needed.

You patted the space beside you on the couch. “You look like you could use a break.”

Darry chuckled, though it wasn’t quite as light as it usually was. “When don’t I look like I need a break?”

You raised an eyebrow, that same playful look you always gave him when you knew he was being stubborn. “You’ve been running yourself into the ground for weeks, Darry. You’re gonna burn out.”

He shook his head, though there was no real conviction behind it. “I’m fine,” he said, but his voice was a little too flat to sound convincing. “Just gotta keep everything together for the boys.”

You nodded, your expression softening as you motioned for him to sit down. “I get it, Darry. But you don’t have to do it all alone. Let me help.”

He hesitated, standing there for a moment longer than necessary. His pride was a heavy thing to lay down, and he rarely let anyone see him this vulnerable. But the exhaustion weighed down on him, and as he looked at you—at the warmth in your eyes and the patience in your voice—he realized maybe he didn’t need to carry it all by himself.

Slowly, he sank into the couch beside you, his muscles aching from the long hours. He didn’t immediately say anything. Instead, he let out a quiet sigh, leaning back into the cushions like he’d been holding himself up for far too long.

You turned to him, nudging his shoulder gently with yours. “You need to take care of yourself, Darry. You can’t keep doing this forever.”

He shifted his gaze toward you, his eyes tired but soft. “I don’t have a choice,” he said quietly. “I’ve gotta make sure Pony and Soda have everything they need. I’m the one they depend on.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. Darry always felt like he was the anchor of the family, the one who had to be strong for everyone else. But it was in moments like this, with his walls lowered just enough, that you could see how much that responsibility wore on him.

“Maybe,” you said gently, “but you’re human, Darry. You’re not a machine.”

There was a long pause as Darry let your words sink in. He didn’t know how to reply to that, didn’t know how to ask for the help he so clearly needed. Instead, he leaned back a little more and let his eyes drift closed. Maybe, just for a moment, he could let himself rest.

You didn’t push him to talk more, and that was exactly what he needed. Sometimes, silence was enough, and the simple presence of someone who understood made all the difference.

After a while, you shifted, getting up to make him a cup of coffee—he’d need it before the evening was over. When you came back, he was still there, eyes closed, his posture a little less rigid than usual. You set the mug down beside him, and as he opened his eyes, you smiled at him softly.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Darry murmured, his voice thick with gratitude, though he still tried to sound like it was no big deal.

You shrugged, offering a quiet smile. “I know. But sometimes, you just need someone to take care of you, too.”

His chest tightened at the simplicity of your words, and for the first time in a while, he let himself lean into the comfort you offered. He took the coffee, his hand brushing yours as he did. “Thanks,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You sat beside him again, your body close enough that he could feel the warmth of you next to him. It was an unspoken kind of closeness, something more comforting than anything he could have said aloud.

As the night stretched on and the quiet settled between you, Darry allowed himself to relax just a little more. He didn’t have to carry everything alone, not when you were there. He didn’t have to do it all by himself.

With you by his side, he could finally let go—just for tonight—and let someone else shoulder a little bit of the weight.

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Authors Note: picture life without old darry arounddddd