#oof these be rough but when you need to watch it over and over again you NEED to watch it over and over again you know

[ex0rin]

Joaquin Torres + inappropriate use of a shock baton

[jaikoyaki]

And the crowd is…cheering?

//Hogwarts AU//Danielle Marsh x Reader//Oneshot//

SYPNOSIS: Y/N, Slytherin’s ace, was finally learning to keep her cool. Until a Gryffindor Beater pushed too far. One broken nose and two well placed punches later, they’re dragged off the field, only to face something far worse—her girlfriend’s wrath.

WARNINGS: Violence, Minor Injury, language, probably poorly written( I CANNOT WRITE FOR SUNSHINE-TYPE PERSONALITIES AT ALLLL HUUUUUU), toxic ex, and...Dani has a m4le ex🤮🤮🤮

TAGS: Slytherin!Reader, Established Relationship, Hogwarts AU, Chaser!Reader, Headgirl!Danielle, Fem!Reader, hanni is a snitch smhh, can u guys tell i ran out of title ideas?, my first dani fic B)),

WORDCOUNT: 2.6k

I came back from the dead to post this rq

"And it’s another brutal clash between the two teams! Slytherin’s Chaser L/N slips through Gryffindor’s defenses—"

Your grip tightens around your broom as you sprint through the field, heart pounding against your ribs. The wind bites against your skin, but you barely notice it, you're too focused. Dodge, duck, push forward. The game is rough, but that’s nothing new.

You barely register the Gryffindor Beater playing dirty. A few hits? Whatever. That’s Quidditch.

At first, you brush it off.

Until it happens again.

An elbow, sharp, deliberate, rams into your ribs just as you reach for the Quaffle. You feel pain through your side, and you falter, nearly losing your grip mid-air.

"Oof—looks like Gryffindor’s playing a little aggressive today! Not sure the ref saw that one, but L/N manages to recover—"

"Watch it, Slytherin."

Your head snaps to the culprit.

A Gryffindor. Big. Fast. And playing way too dirty for it to be an accident.

He doesn’t even look at you and doesn’t acknowledge the cheap shot.

Your jaw tightens, but you bite back the anger. Let it go. You’re not about to lose your cool over some arrogant Gryffindor with an attitude problem.

You shake it off. Focus. You can take a hit.

But then he does it again.

And again.

Each blow is sharper. Harder. And a little too calculated.

What the hell is his problem?

The slow burn of irritation flares into something hotter. Still, you push through it, telling yourself it’s not worth it.

Until—

"Oops," he sneers, knocking you sideways mid-pass. You barely recover, your grip on your broom so tight your knuckles ache.

"oh!—L/N takes another hit, and—wow, are the refs gonna call that or...? No? Alright then!"

Your patience is actually hanging on by a thread.

The game pushes on, fierce as both teams scrape for every point. The pressure hums under your skin, but you hold it together. For now.

Finally, finally, the whistle blows.

Halftime.

You land hard on the grass, lungs burning as you suck in air. Your teammates cluster together for a huddle, but the words blur past you. You’re still trying to shake off the anger seeping under your skin.

And then you hear him.

"Bit off your game today, huh?"

You turn.

"Alright, we’re heading into halftime with Gryffindor leading, but Slytherin’s still in this! And—uh oh, looks like some... tense interactions down on the field?"

He’s standing there, smirking, arms crossed like a jackass.

You exhale slowly through your nose. Not worth it.

You roll your shoulders and turn to walk away. Let him talk.

But he doesn’t stop.

"Maybe Slytherin’s ace is just getting weak." He tilts his head, voice dripping with mockery. "Or maybe dating a Hufflepuff has you going soft… guess that’s what happens when you trade ambition for… whatever it is she gives you."

Your fists curl at your sides, but you force yourself to stay still.

Don’t do it.

Danielle would kill you if you did.

She’s already told you (more than once) that you need to stop letting people get under your skin. And after the last fight, when you’d shown up with a bruised cheek and an apologetic smile, you’d promised her you wouldn’t do it again.

You can walk away.

"No comment?" He laughs quietly, stepping closer. "Figures. You know, Dani always had a thing for people she could walk all over—"

That’s bullshit.

You know it’s not true. Danielle doesn’t walk over you—if anything, she’s the only person who sees right through you, who calls you out when you’re being reckless, who softens you with a single look. If she wanted someone weak, she wouldn’t be with you.

So, that doesn’t bother you.

But what does?

He called her Dani.

Like she’s his to call that.

Like he still gets to say it.

Like he has the right to.

Not after everything. Not after the shit he pulled, the way he treated her like she was some prize to lose instead of a person to love. Not after he cheated, after he lied, after she told you, one night, curled up next to you, voice tight with something she rarely let herself admit, that she wished she’d walked away sooner.

She’s Danielle to him.

Nothing else. Nothing more.

Your fingers twitch.

Walk away. You can still walk away.

"Oh, and—wait, what’s happening down there? Is that—"

You should—

"OH MY—"

"What the fuck—!"

A sickening crack. 

Your fist collides with his nose before you even realize you’ve swung.

He stumbles back, hands flying to his face as blood gushes instantly. The field falls deathly silent.

Then, chaos.

The whistle shrieks.

"HOLY—okay, L/N just PUNCHED a Gryffindor Beater in the face, folks, and—oh, wow, there is BLOOD—"

"L/N!" Madam Hooch’s voice is furious, echoing across the field. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Gasps ripple through the crowd. Your captain is on you in an instant, grabbing your jersey and yanking you back.

"Are you insane!?" she hisses, "What the hell was that?!"

You barely hear her. Your chest is heaving, eyes locked on the idiot still clutching his nose, blood dripping onto the grass.

Danielle’s not here. She didn’t see.

So it doesn’t count.

Right?

He spits blood onto the ground, his eyes narrowing as he mutters through gritted teeth—

"You're so damn easy to rile up. No wonder she ran straight to you after we broke up."

You swing again.

"Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N!—"

It takes four people to hold you back this time. Your captain is yelling, the referees are losing their minds, the crowd is cheering, 

And Hyein—

Hyein, Gryffindor’s Chaser and your supposed opponent, is one of the people holding you back. Which would actually be helpful if she wasn’t also cheering you on.

"Kick his ass, Y/N—NO, WAIT, STOP—okay, maybe just one more—DAMN IT, HOLD HER DOWN—"

Her grip just tight enough to make it look like she’s trying while grinning like this is the most fun she’s had all season.

"Hyein, stop hyping her up!" Haerin hisses, feet sliding against the grass as she's struggling to hold you back along with the rest of your teammates.

"I can’t! This is hilarious—"

And then—

You see it.

Just in the corner of your eye.

Oh, fuck.

Your breath stalls, tension draining from your body so fast that Haerin nearly stumbles from the sudden lack of resistance.

Hanni’s running toward the castle, weaving through students, probably—no, definitely—going to get Danielle.

"You’re so screwed, dude" Haerin mutters under her breath, watching Hanni disappear into the crowd. She doesn’t even bother to sound surprised.

No shit.

Madam Hooch’s grip tightens on your arm as she steers you off the field, her pace just short of dragging.

The roar of the crowd fades with every step, replaced by the loud pounding of your pulse in your ears. Your knuckles still sting.

The room is eerily quiet except for Professor McGonagall’s low, clipped voice.

"—and I need not tell you how unacceptable this is, L/N. Resorting to violence on the pitch, in front of the entire school? Have you any idea how disgraceful this is? Not just for you, but for your team? Your house?"

You keep your eyes on the desk, hands folded neatly like a model student. (You aren’t.)

McGonagall exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"The only reason you aren't facing suspension is because your opponent is still recovering in the hospital wing and can't argue his case." She pauses as her expression tightens. "And because the Gryffindor captain has assured me he will take matters into his own hands should I go too easy on you."

You resist the urge to whisper coward under your breath.

Then—

SLAM.

The door flies open, crashing against the wall. Even Professor McGonagall gets startled.

Danielle.

She stands in the doorway, slightly out of breath, hands clenched at her sides, looking equal parts furious and so done.

You straighten instinctively. The professor’s brow arches.

Danielle exhales sharply and then turns to McGonagall, voice perfectly polite despite the restrained fury simmering beneath it.

"Professor."

McGonagall studies her with a level stare. "Miss Marsh, I do not recall inviting you to this discussion."

"I’d like to take over," The Hufflepuff says, her eyes locked onto you like you’ve personally offended her entire family line.

McGonagall's gaze flicks to the clock. She hesitates. Lips pressed together, fingers tapping once against her closed ledger. The silence stretches just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Then, finally, she exhales, already standing. "Very well," she relents, though there's a distinct note of reluctance in her voice. "But only because I have matters to attend to." A pause, then a pointed glance between the two of you. "And if I hear so much as a whisper of leniency—" her gaze settles on you, "—I will step in."

She turns to Danielle. "I’ll be dealing with them properly once I return. In the meantime, Marsh, make sure they don’t do anything else reckless."

The door clicks shut behind her.

Silence.

Your girlfriend turns to you, arms crossed. She doesn’t speak immediately. Just looks at you. And somehow, that’s worse than all the yelling in the world.

Your throat feels dry as you try to search for something to say, something to lighten the mood—

"Okay, but in my defense—"

Her expression doesn’t change.

You hesitate. The words die in your throat.

"Dani—"

"You promised."

You freeze.

Her voice isn’t sharp. It isn’t loud. But somehow, that makes it hit even harder.

"You promised me, Y/N." Her gaze finally meets yours, dark with something between anger and disappointment. "You swore you wouldn’t get into another fight." Her jaw tightens. "And yet—" she gestures at you, "here you are."

You open your mouth. Close it. You did promise. After the last time—when she sat beside you, pressing ice to your lip, muttering "this has to stop, please"—you swore it wouldn’t happen again.

But—

"He was messing with me the whole game."

Danielle’s expression doesn’t shift. "And that meant you had to punch him?" A beat. "Twice?"

You hesitate.

"It’s not like that."

"Then explain it to me," she says, stepping closer, voice softer now, but just as firm. "Because from where I’m standing, it really is like that."

Her gaze searches yours, and for the first time since she walked in, her anger gives way to something else—worry.

"...Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

The question catches you off guard.

You swallow. Your knuckles flex on the desk. "I’m fine."

Danielle gives you a look, unimpressed. "Y/N."

You sigh. "It doesn’t even hurt that much."

She crosses her arms, shaking her head. "That’s not what I meant." A pause. Then, softer, "I know you, you know? And I know you wouldn’t have done this unless something pushed you past your limit."

Something in your chest tightens.

You exhale, tilting your head back against the chair. "You were supposed to be there you know."

"What?"

"You were supposed to be there," you repeat, eyes flicking to hers. "You promised you’d come. You said you'd try."

Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t respond right away.

"And then you got caught up in head girl things or whatever," you mutter. "Again."

A flicker of guilt crosses her face.

"I told you I had duties—"

"Yeah," you cut in, bitter. "I know. You always have duties."

Danielle exhales slowly. "Y/N—"

"It’s okay."

You say it before she can. Before she can apologize. Before she can look at you with those warm, honey-colored eyes and make you feel even worse.

"And then he just—" you clench your fists, jaw tightening. "He kept pushing. The whole game. And then he said your name like—like he still had the right to, and I just…" Your fingers twitch. "I lost it."

Danielle lets out a slow breath, rubbing her temples before finally sitting down across from you. The anger in her eyes hasn’t disappeared, but something softer lingers beneath it now.

"You’re impossible," she mutters.

You snort, lips twitching. "Yeah. I get that a lot."

Danielle doesn’t laugh. Instead, she leans forward, voice quiet but insistent. "You can’t do this, Y/N. You can’t keep throwing punches every time someone pisses you off—especially not over me."

You glance away. "I wasn’t—"

She gives you a look. You shut up.

Danielle exhales sharply. "Look, I get it, He’s a piece of...work“ her nose scrunches, like she’s resisting the urge to say something much worse. ”—But you getting in trouble for him? That’s not worth it. You are not worth detention over some loser who doesn’t even matter anymore."

You dig your nails into your palms, jaw tightening. “It’s not about him,” you mutter, but even you don’t sound convinced.

Danielle exhales, shaking her head. “Y/N…” Her voice is quieter now, frustration ebbing into something gentler, something almost tired. “If you keep this up, it’s not gonna be him who ruins things—it’s gonna be you.”

That stings.

You flinch, just a little, but she catches it. She always catches it.

Her expression softens. She reaches across the desk, fingertips brushing against your wrist before she hesitates. "Hey," she murmurs, softly insisting on your attention. "I know you’re mad. I know you think this is about protecting me or whatever stupid thing you’ve convinced yourself of." Her voice gentles, "But I don’t need a knight, Y/N. I need you."

There’s something different in the way she says it this time. It’s not exasperation, not frustration, just something tired, something that sounds like she’s already had this conversation with herself a hundred times before ever bringing it to you.

Your throat goes dry.

"I am here," you argue, but even you can hear how weak it sounds. Like you don’t fully believe it yourself.

She smiles, but it’s small and tired, like she’s looking at someone she’s not sure how to reach. "Not if you keep getting yourself into trouble."

That one really lands. Because she’s right. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Danielle’s always right, and you? You’re just a mess of frayed emotions, fists that act faster than your brain, and a heart that’s always a little too full when it comes to her.

You glance at the door. "McGonagall’s gonna kill me," you mutter, because making a joke is easier than processing everything she just said.

Danielle huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. "Probably. And I will help her if you pull something like this again."

"I’ll try," you say, because it’s the only thing you can give her right now.

She narrows her eyes.

"I promise," you amend quickly.

That seems to satisfy her. For now.

Danielle stands, smoothing her robes. "Good. Because if you get kicked off the team, I’m not letting you sulk in my common room."

You groan, tilting your head back. "How generous."

She smirks, heading for the door. Before she opens it, though, she pauses, glancing over her shoulder. “You really didn’t have to do that for me, you know.”

You shrug. “I know.”

A beat of silence.

Then, softer—almost like she doesn’t want you to hear:

“…But thank you.”

You smile, watching her disappear into the hallway. Then, your gaze drops to the little folded note she had slipped into your hand earlier. You unfold it, brow raised, only for a quiet laugh to escape you.

Penalty: No hugs and kisses for a month! week!

The word month is hastily scribbled out, replaced by week in smaller, messier writing.

Yeah. Dani’s not even gonna last a day.

Smirking, you fold the note and tuck it into your pocket.

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[lovings4turn]

୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 you’re my painkiller . . . (j.s.)

— your boyfriend apparently has zero regard for his own wellbeing. you, on the other hand, seem to have enough concern for you both (1.6k words)

+ aka the classic ‘patching up your injured s/o’ trope. brief mentions of injury and blood but nothing serious

+ also my first time writing any sort of nhl work so pls don’t be too too harsh ! a special shoutout to my lovely @wintfleur for all of the support and for listening to my various ramblings n complaints about this fic😭

juraj regrets nothing.

even now, sitting in the penalty box with a bust lip, he couldn’t care less. not about the player that he was swinging at two seconds ago, nor about how well the small cut on his face is going to heal. shit happens, after all.

though, no.

maybe there’s one small thought gnawing away at him, sitting persistent at the front of his brain and demanding his attention. it’s the knowledge that you’re sitting at home and have definitely just watched the whole ordeal unfold.

fuck, he thinks, taking a drink and pushing his hair back. cold water brushes against his split lip and he winces slightly, breathing still laboured from the exertion of both his play and his onslaught of hits onto the opposing team. you’re a worrier by nature, and juraj’s sure that whatever close up of his face that they’ve displayed on the broadcast has done nothing to quell your concern.

scraps happen all the time in hockey. it’s a fact that you were well aware of long before you’d even started dating juraj, and it would be ridiculous to expect him to never get caught up in a bit of a scuffle. if anything, it should be assumed. but this doesn’t mean you have to like the thought of it, either. 

no one likes to see their partner roughed up and bleeding, no matter how good they may or may not have looked whilst getting into said fight. especially not when you have to wait another two hours or so to see them again.

two minds intertwined, both you and juraj desperately wish you could have attended the game tonight so the distance between you could be a little smaller. he would find a way, some method of conveying to you that he was completely okay, and worrying was the last thing you needed to do. the dickhead deserved it, after all.

sadly, things can’t always work out the way that juraj wishes, and now he has to deal with the consequences. it’s a painful rest of the game, and his drive home is even more laborious. how he will find a way to quell your worry, to assure you he was fine, and that if anything, this method of getting out a little extra aggression was pretty healthy depending on who you asked, is beyond him. luck and charm is all he has on his side. 

turns out, all of his planning and preparation isn’t needed.

he doesn’t even have the chance to get a word out before you’re rushing over to him, a surprise yet fond oof escaping his bitten lips as you bury your face into his sturdy chest. large calloused hands find their way to sit at your waist, the fabric of your hoodie hiking up slightly to grant juraj’s fingertips access to your skin.

he’s granted a tight hug before you’re pulling back far too soon for his liking, your warmth lingering against his chest and tunnelling through his skin to reach his heart. juraj’s thumbs stroke at the exposed strip of your waist as he awaits your next move.

in an effort to reach his face, you push up onto your toes and juraj automatically stabilises you by tightening his grip on your waist. cautious to not hurt him, you cup his jaw with a gentle hand, the dusting of faint hair familiar against your skin. your thumb barely ghosts over the dried crack of blood sitting on his bottom lip, a place you’d pressed countless kisses in the past now marred by a mark of frustration.

with your furrowed brows and pouty lips, you look downright adorable to juraj as you survey his scrapes, which are arguably nothing in his eyes. he’d be lying if he were to say he wasn’t enjoying the way you were fussing over him, and he was a little amused at just how concerned you were over a few little cuts.

finally, your observation comes to an end.

“you’re an idiot,” you surmise, clicking your tongue softly as you fail to hold back a smile.

the blunt nature of your words takes him aback, and he barks out a laugh.

“it’s not bad.”

his voice is thick, accent heavy, and it takes a lot of effort for you not to swoon.

“there’s blood.”

he holds his hand up, pinching his pointer finger and thumb close together. “little bit.”

“still blood.”

his eyes are locked onto yours, and though you want to do nothing more than kiss him silly, the thought of causing him any more pain or discomfort is out of the question. all you can do is stare at one another, hoping your expression can convey far more than touch or words.

eventually, your hand leaves his jaw, and juraj finds himself having to stop his face tilting, wanting to follow the caress of your palm, to chase the warmth it gives him. the longing doesn’t last long as your hand finds his own, squeezing it in a show of love.

he doesn’t think twice as you lead him into the bathroom. your hands are on your hips as you huff out a breath, squinting slightly in a laboured effort to remember where exactly you stored the haphazard medical kit that was invented for moments exactly like this.

luck is on your side, as your guess of rooting through the cabinet underneath the sink proves to be successful. your fingers swipe through various medical products, and you pluck out some plasters and antiseptic, hoping that they would do the job.

juraj stands behind you like a lost puppy, half amused and half concerned at the speed at which you’re moving. he truly doesn’t think his injuries are anything to dwell on, but the way that you’re acting prompts him to think twice.

oblivious to his hovering, you plant your palms firmly onto the cold marble of the bathroom counter before you push yourself up, your new height bonus granting you easier access to the scrapes on juraj’s face. you pat your thighs and give him a smile.

“come here then, let’s get you patched up.”

juraj doesn’t need to be told twice. in two long strides he’s standing between your split legs, hands finding purchase on your thighs as you take a minute to properly assess the damage done to your boy’s face. truly, it could be far worse - you’ve seen players lose teeth in the past, after all - but you think you’ve earned the right to be a little dramatic.

“this might sting,” you warn, beginning to pour some of the antiseptic liquid onto a cotton ball. the strong scent causes your nose to scrunch and juraj can’t help but to press a kiss to the wrinkled skin, a silent communication of consent.

it hurts like a bitch. you murmur apologies throughout, cursing and wincing with him as you dab at the area around the wounds in an attempt to clean up as much of the blood as possible. it’s impressive, how efficiently you work, considering you’re not exactly well versed in cleaning up wounds. 

“what even happened?” you ask. “whole thing happened out of nowhere, from what i saw.”

juraj drums his fingers against your thighs, jaw clenched slightly as he distracts himself from the harsh sting of the antiseptic liquid. your question gives him something to think about, to focus on.

“eh, nothing really. was frustrated, he chirped me. next thing i know, we are fighting.”

you can’t help but laugh at his nonchalance, and your smile reflects onto his own face, the sun lending light to the moon. the motion stretches the gash on his bottom lip and he hisses a little, letting out an indignant sound as you swat at his curious hand.

the plasters you purchased are far too big for the small cuts along his lip and cheek, so you’re forced to slim them down slightly with a pair of rapidly acquired nail scissors, tongue poking from the corner of your lips. you delicately press the bandages to his injuries, smoothing over the fabric with a level of caution reserved for fine china or glass. 

evaluating your half-assed medical job, you move to cup juraj’s face once more and relish in the way that he steps closer to you. a hand swipes at his cheekbone, and you tsk slightly as your knuckles graze the mottled skin in an act of sympathy. “that’s definitely gonna bruise love.”

“eh, it will make me look tough,” he jokes, puffing out his already large frame even further. it’s impressive, you have to admit.

“don’t want you looking tough,” you huff. “want you looking okay. no matter how good you look when y’roughing someone up.”

though you’re joking, juraj senses the underlying worry in your tone, your mind wandering to the threat of him stumbling through your doorway in a far worse condition. 

“i’ll be more careful.” a promise.

“what am i gonna do with you, hm?” you tease.

your hands come to rest around his broad shoulders, and juraj slides you off of the counter, hands coming to support your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. he carries you towards your bed like it’s nothing, laying you down gently before crawling next to you. he wastes no time in pulling you into his chest, your ear against his chest as the steady thrum of his heartbeat lulls you into a calmer state.

“for now? cuddle me. all i need.”

“i’d love nothing more.”

[ozarkthedog]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬

summary: you join Joel and Tess mid fuck.

warnings: 18+ mdni. joel miller x afab!reader x tess servopoulos. pwp. established throuple. pussy stacking. lots of fluids and rough sex. no beta. w.c. 1.7k

author's note: no real plot, i just wanted to smash them together. the title is too sweet for this fic but it fits.

-> IMPORTANT as tlou is made by a Zionist, as well as part 2 being based on the oppression of Palestine by Israel, I urge you to educate yourself in the light of the genocide happening in Palestine, specifically Gaza, right now. I cannot in good conscience post for Joel & Tess without bringing awareness to the horrific things that have been going on for 5 months.

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☾

You climb the stairs to your apartment, feet dragging like lead weights after a long day. As you slide your key into the lock, faint moans slither beneath the door. You smirk to yourself.

The obvious sound of flesh slapping against flesh meets your ears as you enter your tiny studio apartment. Joel snaps his hips, leaving them flush against the back of Tess’ thighs as she’s splayed across your bed, her legs bent at the knee over his elbows as he turns his head with a furrowed brow. 

“Look who’s home,” Joel grunts, turning his head with a furrowed brow, a warm grin tugging at his lips. 

Tess’ bliss-drunk eyes find yours. “Mhmm, sweetheart.” She reaches for you. Long, warm hands encompass your own. She looks like a goddess; her hair fans around her head like a crown while being praised with the utmost devotion by the man buried between her legs.

She pulls you into a fierce kiss, cupping your jaw with her hands and sliding her tongue along your bottom lip. The kiss breaks as a wrecked moan tumbles from her mouth when Joel grinds his cock just a bit deeper into her cunt, smothering her clit with this pelvis.

Joel juts his chin at you, his eyes trailing down Tess’ sprawled form, while his hips never miss a beat. Nothing ever needed to be said. The three of you move in sync, much like on the QZ streets. Stoic glances, pointed brows, and curt nods are enough communication.

You watch with intrigue as he fucks her into the mattress. Her body bends like a bow as she takes his cock as deep as it will go. 

You couldn’t undress fast enough. Your ankle catches on your jeans, and you tumble onto the bed with a soft oof. Tess softly laughs, and Joel chuckles under his breath, but they carefully watch as you take your place between them. 

Tess gasps and digs her hands into your sides as you slide your naked body over her quivering one, your knees sinking into the bed on either side of her hips. You weave a hand into her hair, keeping her still as pleasure races through her. You brush soft kisses down her naked chest, mouthing the soft plump of a breast while kneading the other with your hand.

You suck a nipple into your mouth when she arches her back, teething the tender bud while Joel roughly thrusts his cock into her heat. You smirk into her skin as she writhes from your dual assault. Having a powerful woman in such a vulnerable position made your head dizzy and cunt throb. 

Your body jolts on every savage shove as Joel fucks her. She lifts your face from her chest, finds your mouth again, and lays a branding kiss on your lips. Her body squirms beneath you, rubbing and caressing your curves together while her hands encompass your ass. She palms at you, pulling you apart for Joel while he ravages her. She knows he can never resist you.

You hear him curse, a deep gravely, “fuck”, and it lights a bright blue flame in your belly.

A warm dollop of spit lands on your crack. Joel hums at his aim and watches his spit drip down your wrinkled hole and onto your pussy. It mixes with the slick that’s already spilling from your shiny folds. A low growl tumbles from his throat at the sight. “‘aven’t even touched you yet an’ you’re already a drippin’ mess.”

His devious tone forces a lithe whine from your parted lips, and you can’t help but arch your back toward his sturdy belly, grinding against it. “You achin’ for it, huh, pretty girl?” He never misses a beat, continuously fucking Tess while dirty talking you up and getting you more and more greedy for his cock. He spanks your ass with a large, mighty swat. “Be good and wait your fuckin’ turn.”

His thick, hairy belly bounces against your ass on each shove into her cunt. Tess shivers, a sensuous moan echoing around you as she creeps closer to the edge. Her dewy chest flushes, her nipples pucker, and her hold on you grows tighter. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck.” Joel groans, feeling her clamp around him. She’s on the brink, slowly tipping over the edge, when Joel halts his hips and withdraws.

The woman beneath you gasps. Eyes fly open, angry and ferocious, like she’s threatening someone who’s done her wrong. “What the fuck, Joel?” She seethes, lifting her head to look at him over your shoulder. You layer kisses along her collarbone, hoping to defuse the tension and whatever Joel was up to, just as you feel a warm, bulbous tip tracing along the dripping slice of you.

You inhale sharply and match Tess’ shocked expression as you look back over your shoulder. Joel licks his lips with a teasing tongue before angling his hips and thrusts forward. 

“Oh, fuck.” You hiss. Your velvet walls encompass his girth, spreading and molding to his shape. “What a tight fuckin’ cunt.” He grits, gripping your hips and pulling your body until you’re flush against his svelte hips.

The twinge of pain burns your insides as his dusty pink crown nestles against your cervix. It feels like he’s in your belly. He’s so massive, just waiting to burst from the seams. Just as you take a deep breath, he punches it from your lungs with a harsh thrust. It pitches you forward further into Tess’ arms. 

Tess holds you steady as Joel takes you from behind, grunting like a wild animal. His eyes rarely leave where you’re connected, watching with immoral intrigue as he fucks you with his cock that’s still stained with Tess’ cream. He sheaths himself deeper and deeper until you're dripping down your thighs, and his sticky balls wetly smack against your clit.

Tender, warm hands cradle your face and softly thumb the apple of your cheek, starkly contrasting to how Joel treats your body. “How’s he feel, sweetheart?” she purrs, eyeing you curiously.  

You can barely think; the sickly, sweet rapture consumes your entire being. You reply with a garbled mess of moans. “That right?” She laughs, a deep, dark timber rumbling through her chest at your dumbness. She trails a hand down your body and dips between your legs, toying with your soaked clit. She rubs soothing circles around your bud in time with Joel’s thrusts, sending you careening head-first into bliss. 

“Look so good being fucked by us.” Joel says, smacking your ass. 

You’re close to igniting as the pair take you apart. It's a devastating mix of Joel’s massive body pummeling against you and Tess’ powerful aura. Your cunt spasms and tugs his length as he cants his hips, driving harder and harder until you’re on the brink of euphoria when he withdraws.

You choke on the air in your lungs. Brows tightly pinned together as you stare back incredulously at the man. He holds your stare and winks. “Gotta wait your turn, baby.”

You whimper as he gathers Tess’ legs back into his hold. “She made a mess of my cock, Tess.” He grunts as he breaches her slick hole once more. “Feel how wet she is?”

Tess hisses as he fills her. “Fuckin’ dreched,” she murmurs into your hairline as you lay against her chest. Your hands busy themselves with her breasts, plucking her nips with nimble fingers and laving at her pert buds. It’s a helpful distraction from the immense throbbing between your legs.

You watch as Tess' face twists with pleasure, the kind of bliss that feels like butterflies are flying around in your stomach when they make you watch from the side of the bed as they fuck, teasing you until you’re a blabbering mess, and only they can soothe your aching need. 

Joel’s hips slam hard against her thighs on every shove. Her moans become louder and more frantic the faster he goes; she’s desperate to take whatever he gives her.

As your tongue swirls around one of her nipples, her body locks up. Joel grunts, muttering swears as he falls out of rhythm when a wicked, blissful moan slithers from Tess’ lips, and she comes around his cock.

You can’t help but moan at the sight; you love it when she allows herself to be so open and vulnerable. 

Tess opens her eyes just in time to watch your face contort with ravenous desire as Joel spears his cock into your cunt. “Thatta girl.” She whispers as Joel bends at the waist and splays his back over yours, pinning you between their two bodies and effectively trapping you until they let you free. Not that you ever wanted to be free of them.

His mustache bristles your cheek. “Can feel how badly you want to cum, pretty girl.” Joel grits, plunging his length deeper and harder than the first time. “Your sweet pussy is just aching to milk my balls.”

It’s obscene how wet you are. Between your creamy arousal and Joel fucking you with Tess’ you’re all but dripping the combined fluid onto the sheets. It’s depraved and so fucking filthy.

“Look at you all cock dumb.” Tess moans, softly cupping your jaw with a crooked smile. “What a fuckin’ sight.”

Something white-hot blazes in your belly. You beg and plead; your pitiful cries echo in the small room, wanting them to pull you apart and piece you back together.

“Gonna make a real mess of you,” Joel informs, curling a hand around your throat and savagely tugs you back onto his cock. “Fill you to the brim. Mark you from the inside.”

Your pleasure ignites at his obscene words, swirling your cunt around his length and dragging him to the edge with you. His fingers dig into your hips. A dark growl rumbles deep within his chest. He fucks you full of his spend, finally adding to the combined, heady mixture, not stopping until he unloads every drop.

Your front half collapses onto Tess’ chest, strung out on dreamy bliss and still full of Joel’s cock as he catches his breath. He withdraws slowly with a hiss, and it’s like a dam has cracked. If you could feel shame, you would as your cunt profusely leaks the gluey spend from your swollen folds. 

Joel curses at the sight. He drags his finger through the mess before lapping at it. You squirm as his warm, wet tongue drags up your soft curves and tickles your thighs. He contentedly sighs as he cleans you up while Tess smooths her fingers along your spine, lulling you into a sated sleep, taking care of you like they always do. 

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[macsimagines]

I love your scenarios and hcs, I'm especially obsessed with the ones where the yanderes experience intense regret for (parts of) what they've done, like the cheating hcs for Kisaki and Ran or that excellent one of Mikey with an insecure darling who tries to leave him. Ough, the anguish, the regret, it's everything. So can I ask for maybe some headcanons for yandere Rindou, Inui, and Mitsuya who have achieved their dreams of being with their darlings but it's not all they made it out to be - one way or another, they've broken their darlings, and now they find that they don't like it at all. Thank you so much!

I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL ABUSE, MURDER, SUICIDE, KIDNAPPING, AND POSESSIVE BEHAVIOR

Rindou Haitani

He regretted it the moment he brought you back to his place. Thankfully his brother and him shared the pent house suite of a large luxury building and had plenty of room and privacy. Still, watching you throw things at him and cry about how much you hate him is basically torture.

At first when you quieted down and stopped with all the dramatics he was relieved. Maybe you were starting to get used to your environment?

No you were plotting an escape attempt and lulling him into a false sense of security. And you try again. And again. And Again. And fucking again. Until finally he took his brother's advice...

"I don't want to do this," He whispered in your ear as his grip on your limbs tightened, "It's just... I have to keep you from leaving..."

SNAP! Goes your legs. Don't worry he'll feed you and help you do everything you need to do. He'll even help with physical therapy! When he decides he can trust you enough to not run.

You're quieter now. Sure, you flinch any time his hands get near you and you're suddenly a shaking mess whenever he walks in the room. It's just nerves though. You'll get better, right?

Ran has to come over to help keep him together. It's honestly a disturbing sight to behold. Watching Rindou brush his S/O's frail hair, helping her get dressed and feed her. It's like he's playing with a doll...

"It's ok, baby. You're just... sick. That's all. You're just sick and I'm going to make you better again."

Inui Seishu

You're a childhood friend he's adored ever since you moved in next door. After the fire though, you stayed in touch. Or at least you tried. You called, you wrote letters you even tried going through Koko, but he just kept you at distance.

Years passed, he fell in with a bad crowd and you tried to move on. But you never really forgot your friend... Which is why when you ran into him, gang uniform and all you just smiled and tried to talk to him like he was the same kid you grew up with.

And Inui feels everything he felt for you and tried to push down rushing back up. You're so warm and kind. He wants that for himself. No he needs it.

Which is why when he's dragging you back to his place and locking you chain and all to his bed he's sure you'll understand. Inui has needed you so badly, and he's been so alone and suffering. You'll make it better though right?

But it was like the very air around you was poison. He's watching you slowly start to fade and wither. Your complexion is terrible, you won't take a brush to your hair, getting you to fucking eat is a fight.

It slowly starts to drive him insane. What happened to the woman that danced all night with him? Where is his love that would laugh and smile at him? When was the last time he actually heard your voice?

Inui is convinced you're some kind of imposter. You couldn't possibly be the same girl he loved all these years.

With rough hands wrapping around a delicate neck and squeezing so tightly he whispers; "I don't need a fucking fake to love."

Mitsuya Takashi

OOF. Taking you was a challenge. It was only because you refused to marry him... "I've got my whole life ahead of me. You're just starting out on your career. Now just isn't a good time." But Mitsuya wasn't going to wait a second longer to be with you forever.

He knew you'd fight him, but you're not strong as he is. And honestly, your escape attempts are pretty much thwarted every time. He's smarter than you.

Its... Impossible to get away from him... And eventually you loose all hope. But it's ok. You'll hang in there. When he finds you, limp and dangling from the ceiling fan he doesn't believe that you're gone.

When you left you took whatever sanity he had left. Because he keeps you. Your corpse. He's crafty and resourceful so stuffing and embalming you is easy work. And he makes sure his favorite doll is only dressed in his finest works.

"How about this, darling? I think the pastels go lovely with your new complexion. Don't worry about your stitching either. I'll make sure you don't break apart again."

[sseomtada]

rear view [ruben dias]

gripped onto a sliver of inspiration i felt and this came out...not proofread. warnings: 18+, masked!ruben, taunting, praise, one use of the word sl*t (affectionately, i promise), a lil rough to gentle...

the sound of your heels meeting the wooden floor is prominent as you stagger into your flat blindly. a hand splays, fingers fanning wide to feel along the smooth wall for a light switch. flick - nothing.

though obviously not a fluke, you flip the switch a few times more to ensure that you’re not being dramatic. air leaves your lungs in a smooth rush while you continue along the dark path to resume your wind down routine.

work has been absolutely brutal. long hours, sitting stationary for endless amounts of time until you tailbone feels battered, and not nearly enough pay to be quite frank. you needed a vacation, or a lobotomy - whichever provides the most instant relief and gratification.

“snoogs?” you call calmly for your cat.

she gets so shy sometimes, but she loves the dark. it’s her hunting ground and you’re a helpless little ferret. every day must be a mind boggling adventure for her fur baby. or maybe you’re romanticizing it too much, delirious from lack of proper rest.

“snooogss?” your voice is a sing song.

around the bend to the living room you go and let your ears perk up to lock in. while your mind is dancing between reality and imagination, what was that in the corner, you hear a rustle and sudden a fur ball is launching at your chest.

with an oof, you catch her and stumble backwards. the sudden halt you come to isn’t from a wall as you would expect, but a hard, warm body. their broad chest expands with a slow inhale and you slowly let snoog melt from your hands.

“hi, princess.” fingertips grip into your waist, and tension falls from your frame as you recognize the timbre and feel. it’s just ruben.

“h-hi…” you don’t know what to say to stay in character, so you try to keep it as simple as possible.

bringing up this fantasy of yours really did a number on him. it had only been two days since you disclosed it during pillow talk and look at him now, ready to be nominated for his oscar.

“i’ve been watching you for some time,” he reaches an arm around your stomach and reels you right up against him. “you really ought to wear more than cropped shirts and panties when you walk by the windows.”

a hand slides up your thigh, the edges of his fingers toying with your underwear’s seam. you begin to seep into his petting. ruben is in sync with you, his hips drop to catch yours and push them back up.

“or not, cause you look so fucking hot.” an open mouth kiss lands on your lower neck. “so pretty, babygirl.” he starts undoing the closures on your top. “so fuckable.”

you bite out a moan you had been attempting to stifle. that gorgeous accent pairing with those nasty words beckon you to respond. you push back into him, skirt bunching up, rasping.

his hands roam you wildly and dangerously. one cups your hot cunt, squeezing until he feels it throb against his palm. the other alternates between massaging your breasts that he pulls free of your bra.

“that’s what you wanna do to me, hm?” your brows meet as you turn your head.

“mhmm…” ruben grazes the fabric of the mask covering his face across your cheek. “come here.”

you’re dragged over to the sofa where he crashes down harshly, pulling you to sit on his lap with your back to his front. ruben’s burning touch is back again. he has your legs spread wide, using his thighs to keep yours open while he circles your covered clit.

“shit!” your head drops against his shoulder.

“listen to that,” he chuckles, spanking the ruined seat of your panties. “why’re you already so wet, angel?”

“i’ve been-” you swallow thickly. “waiting for you.”

that makes him growl, pulling at your panties until they dig into your flesh. ruben tosses the stretched out fabric to the side and teases your hole with two fingers. you buck into them hungrily.

“can you be good and take my fingers like this?” ruben thrusts them into your pussy to the knuckle and your eyes disappear. he doesn’t stop there, fucking them into you every time he asks, “like this, like this, like this?”

“oh, fuck…” your hips start to rock onto them for more friction.

“not an answer-”

“yes!”

you surge upwards to catch his lips between your own. it’s carnal and possessive and claiming the way your tongue rolls over his. your words fall down the rabbit hole into him in between deep breaths, yes i can be good, i can be good.

“i know you can. maybe you should close the curtains when you play with yourself, too.” ruben nips at your earlobe.

god, how is he so good at this? he’s never been shy with his words, much less when you have sex, but tonight is another level. if you had to guess, you would say that he’s certainly done his homework.

“need you in me…” you whimper.

“aww, look at you.” ruben swipes his free thumb over your bottom lip, dragging the skin slowly. “i need to feel you squeezing and shaking. then, we can move on.”

a gushiness fills the air as he fills you powerfully with his digits. you’re nothing short of a mess, legs trying to close on instinct and his forcing them open wider for the same reason. you grasp out wildly, hands eventually settling behind his neck where a bit of his hair peeks out of his mask.

“let it go, princess. just like that.” he laughs into your ear, curling and pumping relentlessly.

it feels more like you are the one getting let go of. the rope you cling to snaps and you’re free falling. terrified initially, but accepting and gaining pleasure from the weight pressing down on your tummy.

you scream with a filthy grin, fuck, you’re gonna make me sq-

and the weather changes right on cue. your hips lift just above his, one hand dropping to his thigh and the next flying to flick at your clit as you rain down. soft patters fall onto your helpless wooden floor. it creaks too with the force of ruben handling you roughly to face him.

“good fucking girl…” he praises, yet spanks you.

another scream that melts from terror to erotic erupts from your throat. he smooths where his blow lingers as you rut over his bulge, running his basketball shorts. not that he seems to mind with the way he’s pushing it up into you too.

“if you saw me touch myself, you’ve seen me ride dick before too, right?” now that you’ve cum, you’re no longer as needy as before.

ruben knows this about you and you suspect it’s the reason he decides to go about tonight they way that he is. the light is so dim in here, but you see his eyes glint mischievously. and he calls you a brat.

“gonna do me like that, huh?” he sucks your breast and reaches down to free himself. “show me, pretty girl. show me, fuck-”

his words end up in his throat as you swallow him whole. so snug and warm tucking into your walls, you sigh with content. you let yourself just feel him, hips circling slowly to get your bearings.

your stomach tenses as you lift up and down his cock. he swears lowly in portuguese, rubbing up your ass to your waist. his hands slowly leave your body completely to settle on the back of the sofa.

“come on, then.” he smacks your ass again. “fuck me like a little slut.”

you shake your head and laugh, ready to give it to him even more since he’s begging so much. your grip settles firmly over his corded shoulders and you get onto your toes on the floor. soon, you’re bouncing on it. the sound of your soaking cunt working his shaft steadily and your gasps and his groans-it’s already too fucking much.

“that’s it,” ruben marvels. “take that fucking cock.”

oh, he wants you to take it? you bring your feet up to the sofa, legs a big wider, and grab onto the back of his neck. your pussy grips him, tip to base, tucking and squeezing at the bottom to feel the way the slight curve in his cock presses right to that spot.

“oh, shit, baby.” he needs his hands to come back to control your movements.

if you continue doing that one, he’ll be planning a baby shower in a few months. which, let’s be real, you might end up doing anyway because there’s no way he’s pulling out tonight.

ruben thrusts up to meet you as you come down and you quiver around him. you’re so close again you can feel the rope fraying beneath your hold. full surrender is instant this time, you welcome the fall as he spurs you on.

your cries pierce the room and he’s hugging your lower back in a vice grip while he fucks you into senselessness. another unpredicted shower. you drip down his legs and want to apologize, but his awe and praise shut you off.

can’t believe this is all for me

ruben nestles your body to the sofa and joins you, pulling you face to face. well, face to mask. his eyes look so dark behind them as he drinks you in. mouthful gulps until you’re dripping down his chin.

you grab his jaw and kiss him as he sheaths himself in you again. the leg you have draping over his hips tugs him closer, opening you up some more too. ruben grabs your ass and spreads you out more so.

“yes…nice and deep.” your eyes cross.

“want me to cum, hm?” he tucks himself as far as possible. “right here at the back of your pretty cunt?”

all you can do is groan and nod furiously. if you could speak, though, you would say please, please fill me up. make it yours over and over again, please, i need to feel your warm cum in me.

ruben gets the message. he can see it in the way your eyes glaze over and your back bows into his palm. the way your bottom lips quivers and your grow several degrees warmer, steaming up his flesh as you squeeze and squeeze…

until he’s making good on his promise and shooting all the possible little additions to the diaz clan up your stream. you suck them in, hoping it’s helping and not hurting their efforts, but delighting in the feeling anyway.

ruben hums and lazily strokes into you. having had enough of the mask, you reach up and remove it, fluffing out his messy hair on the way down. his eyes are droopy as he stares at you.

“was that okay? are you alright?” he blinks slowly.

you grin with a light laugh, “i’m so good right now. you were incredible.”

his thumb strokes your cheek, “you’re so perfect.”

that’s one thing you’re never gonna argue with. you lay there for not too long before both drifting asleep in the same position. and when you wake up in a few hours, you meet him stiff and you’re ready to go all over again.

[berryhobii]

Nerd Hunter (teaser)

Pairing: nerd!Jeon Wonwoo x black!female!reader

Word Count: 596(teaser) 5.3K(full fic)

Warnings: Pining, kind of a slow burn, strangers to lovers, feelings, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), corruption kink, slight dom/sub undertones, a little girl on girl action, rough s*x, manhandling, fingering(f receiving), oral(m and f receiving), protected(do this) and unprotected s*x(don’t do this unless you’re sure), BACKSHOTS, mating press, dumbification, spit kink, creampies

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: he was supposed to be just another conquest—another notch in your studded belt, another victory to mount on your wall but when that bespectacled nerd with the cutest smile worms his way into your heart, your gun jams and now you’re caught in a stampede of feelings that you weren’t sure how to escape….did you even want to?

Release Date: TBD

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Your hazel eyes wandered over the packed crowd of drunk college students, glossed lips leaving a sticky film on your straw as you sipped on whatever fruity concoction Kyla had poured into your cup.

The party was in full swing—drinks were flowing, the music was bumping with the greatest hits of the early 2000s, and there was no doubt there were about 7 people having sex upstairs. If you were lucky, you and another person would make 9 but that was proving to be more difficult than you thought. Despite all the friends that surrounded you, you were still so incredibly bored.

You needed something to do. You needed someone to do.

“Daddy’s home!” Mingyu bellowed once he reached your group, holding two cases of Twisted Tea in the air with his beefy arms. Cheers erupted at the sight of your group’s sunshine, Kyla jumping up from her seat next to you to run into his chest and whisk him into a kiss that got heated quicker than a Chick Fil A worker could say my pleasure.

Hoshi threw a cup at the pair, groaning loudly in disgust. “Get a room! I’d like to stay innocent, thank you.”

Seungcheol scoffed. “Innocent? You and Jasmine fuck so much, you could get a condom sponsorship. You do it at least 6 times a day.”

A chorus of laughter rang out at the expense of an embarrassed Jasmine, her hands flying up to cover her face whereas her boyfriend was smugly grinning, not at all ashamed of his sexual attraction to his girlfriend.

“Hey! We stopped using condoms a little while ago.” He revealed and Jasmine wanted nothing more than to fade into obscurity right now. “Besides, we only did it twice today, it would have been three if we didn’t get disrupted in the car on the way here-oof.” His words cut off when Jasmine hit him in the chest, her eyes screaming at him to shut the hell up but the damage was already done.

Seungcheol’s face dropped, the gears in his brain turning before he said, “wait but…..I drove us here.”

A pause of awkward silence followed as the realization washed over everyone; Kyla popped her lips as Mingyu coughed, Jihoon lifted his glass to look at the bottom of it for some reason, and your eyes went to that spot in the corner which became increasingly interesting at the moment.

Hoshi cleared his throat, checking the imaginary watch on his wrist. “Well would you look at the time? Come on, baby. We have to go volunteer at that otter daycare. Stay blessed, my brothers and sisters.” He rushed, ushering Jasmine off his lap and leading her away from the group.

“KWON SOONYOUNG! If I find nut in my car, you’re dead!” Seungcheol threatened lividly, closely following behind the scampering couple.

The remainder of you looked at one another before breaking out in laughter once again.

“Those 3 are ridiculous.” Mingyu commented with a shake of his head.

“For real.” Kyla agreed. “Anyway, baby. Do you want a drink?”

“Let me go put these in the kitchen first.” He motioned to the drinks he had brought. Then, his eyes lit up as he remembered something. “Oh yeah! I want to introduce you guys to my friend, Wonwoo.”

Moving to the side, Mingyu revealed a person standing right behind him who none of you noticed until now and suddenly your previous boredom hoped on a flight with Spirit Airlines because it just got drop kicked.

Dark jeans. Oversized hoodie. Glasses. Kind of slouched posture. Eyes shifting around nervously.

Target acquired.

[thewritergremlin-rae]

frottage w/ wolverine x reader pretty please ?

(My head is fully taken over by logan i need all the fics i can get 😭😭)

Me too nonnie, me too - I desperately need to go see D&W again but I’m not sure watching it for the first time can be topped.

Rock Me To Sleep, Baby

Pairing: Wolverine/Logan x Reader Rating: E Words: 703 Content: 2nd person, frottage, AFAB reader, dirty talk, p in v sex, nicknames (princess) Summary: Exhausted but not sleepy, you seek out Logan to get you there.

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You’re wrung out, exhausted but in that way where the thoughts don’t stop and sleep eludes you. You managed the last few steps to Logan’s room, shutting the door behind you and feeling relieved to see him there.

You collapsed on top of him, huffing when he oofed as if you could ever have possibly knocked the wind out of him. “Hey princess, can’t sleep?” His hand immediately started to pet your head, the touch soothing you like nothing else could.

“Yeah,” you replied, annoyance and exhaustion rolling together. He chuckled softly. One of his arms slipped around you and the other cradled the back of your head as he started to steadily rub and press at your back. 

You groaned, tension you’d barely noticed leaving you as you melted into his chest. “There you go,” he whispered against your ear, meeting your lips when you lazily kissed him. 

Rough hands slid to your hips, already desperately rocking against his. One of Logan’s large hands cupped your ass as he pressed you closer. You whimpered into the open-mouthed kiss as you felt the denim covered outline of him rub against your thin sleep pants. 

You wanted them off but pleasure was building steadily despite the barrier. Moans spilled from your lips into his chest as he grunted and panted into your hair. “Is that what you need, princess?” He groaned as your pace increased, chuckling darkly as he took a deep breath. “Damn, can smell how wet you are from here.” 

A whine escaped you, his words sending a warm flush through your body. “L-Logan-please-” You were so close, needily pressing so your clit could catch the ridge of his fly as you moved back and forth.

“Close?” he whispered, rutting harder against you and you could only whimper out your answer. He nibbled and sucked at your ear, groaning softly. “I got ya, just let go.” 

The gruff insistence was enough to push you over, hips moving desperately as you rubbed through your orgasm, stuttering to a stop when the slightest rock made you twitch and gasp. You started to catch your breath, ignoring the erratic beating of your heart to breathe in more steadily. Logan shifted you back a touch before you felt the backs of his hands against your belly and heard the zip of his jeans. 

He’s hot and hard against you and you can’t help the shiver that escapes before you’re lazily lifting your hips so he can free you of the few layers you had on. You groaned into his neck as your wet pussy glided along his warm cock, soaking him in your orgasm. 

Logan growled against your ear, taking his cock and sliding you down on it. Your body still squeezed around the intrusion but that just made the rumbling in Logan’s chest deepen. 

He felt so good inside your sensitive pussy but the orgasm had drained you of the little energy you had. You whined, tucking your face against his neck and holding tightly. “Don’t worry, princess, you just take my cock. Won’t be mad if ya fall asleep either.”

His hands slid to your ass, fingers curling around and between your bodies to pull you up slowly. The tip of him caught inside you and he rutted a few thrusts inside you before he slid all the way back home. The groan from his chest was one of worship as he filled you with long, steady strokes.

Pleasure buzzed in your core, just enough to keep you warm, wet, and fuzzy as he claimed your body. His thrusts got harder, shorter, more jagged as your body fluttered harder against him, possibly on the edge of another orgasm. 

This one was softer, warmer as it built, no need for you to rush as Logan pushed harder and faster to chase his end. 

The warm pulse of him in your cunt dragged you over the edge as he spilt into you over and over. Thoroughly wrung out, you barely protested that he was still hard inside you and already pushing his cum back into you. 

At some point, you’d probably pass out for sleep but you knew you’d be warm and sated no matter what.

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more!! again!! for the nico after blood of olympus fic!! actually I thought of this while writing the last one but I just finished it.

His elbows buckle and he lets himself fall into Will, snorting at his theatrical groan under the weight. They lay there for a second until Will shoves him gently, and Nico lets him manoeuvre them into a more comfortable position.

"Hi," he whispers, moving a curl away from his cheek. The greenish tint of the loft window casts a weird shadow over Will's face.

"Hey yourself," Will murmurs back, winking.

Nico rolls his eyes. "You look like Apollo when you do that. Please stop." Will squawks in protest.

"I do not! Also, since when do you remember what Apollo looks like? Actually, no, don't answer that, you can't bring up my dad while we're in bed, Nico, why would you do this to me?"

Now it's Nico's turn to sputter and whack Will in the chest - getting another dramatic oof and a laugh in return - before turning around to face Hazel's bed. He's not sure when he'll ever be able to sleep facing the wall. Will can't do it either.

As Will's arms curl around his waist and draw him back against him, just like they did back in the infirmary that one day, he thinks maybe he'd be okay trying that with him sometime. One day, in a house with gates, no longer wary of monsters.

Will noses the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. "What is it?"

Will's answering smile presses through the rough cotton of his t-shirt. "Nothing, sunshine."

Nico frowns under the covers. "Hey, what do you think of houses with gates?" He whispers.

"Gates? Well, it'd be safer, I guess, but we'd lose the neighbours coming over -"

"As if you want to see random people at the door anyway. What if they're monsters?"

"Oh, come on, darlin', I'm from Austin. Of course I gotta keep space for the neighbours to come knocking."

"…Fences? Actually, hey, why'd you assume I was talking about us? Obviously - Obviously I was talking about random. Random houses. For architecture reasons."

Will muffles his laugh into the back of his neck, again. "Oh, my bad. And I'm only here because you ripped a stitch on the lava wall yesterday."

Nico feels his ears warm.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"..Still."

Will reels him in closer until his back hits his chest and he can press a soft peck to Nico's still-red ears. "I think a fence is a great idea, by the way. We could ask Hazel for help with some ward stones too, like you have in the cabin. Gotta make sure we've got at least one window and standing space in every direction, though, or at least in the east, because you know my dad would sulk if he didn't get to scream me awake in the morning."

Nico's blush gets worse.

"Now who's talking about your dad in bed?" He gives up on pretending. Will sees him through every time, anyway. "Also, shrines, obviously, and we need a spot to stargaze."

"Yeah, shrines, obviously. Maybe just yours, mine, and Lady Hestia's though, or else everyone else is gonna get pissy."

Nico barks out a laugh like it's shocked out of him. "Pissy? Don't let them hear you say that."

Will holds him tighter and settles against the pillows. "Sure thing, sunshine. Now can we sleep?"

"Yeah, yeah."

It's not long after that that Will's breath evens out behind him, his muscles untensing. Nico knows he's got a few minutes yet, so he thinks.

Today was…. good.

Today was nice. Normal, even. Just a day of camp schedules, working in the infirmary, an admittedly short campfire, and this. No monsters, and no mistakes. No deaths, but..

Unbidden, the moments in the infirmary come to mind. He thinks of helping Will scrub in for his one surgery of the day, a kid that had gotten parts of an arrow stuck in their leg a week ago and hadn't noticed til yesterday. He thinks of yesterday during capture-the-flag, stepping in and desperately trying to copy what he'd watched Will do, because Lydia was hanging crooked from a tree and there was no one else around but him-

He thinks of Patroclus tying the straps of Achilles' armour, watching his lover sleep peacefully. He thinks of what Connor had told him about at the campfire weeks ago, of Silena Beauregard taking on a drakon when Clarisse declared the Ares Cabin wouldn't be fighting.

He thinks he might understand.

Lydia wasn't the same (thank the gods), but if there was something to be done that only Will could do right, yet couldn't, and the only way Nico could take up his mantle would be to die trying - then, yeah. He'd do whatever it would take for these kids. To do what Will would do. He's gone to Tartarus already, hasn't he? At worst, he'd try his best and greet his father early if he failed to survive. Nico could even give Charon a tip on the way in for the hell of it, why not?

If there is a luxury that comes from being a child of Hades, after all, it is that dying is not the thing that scares him.

There's a brazier still lit outside the window. Its glow falls in slits across their bed.

Will grumbles, pushing his feet forward until their ankles are wound together. The sheets shift.

Nico smiles into the dark, into the chirping of crickets and the soft glow of the fireflies out the window, and falls asleep.

more for this fic:

scene 0 - prologue-ish scene 1 - the library of social awkwardness or here (or in my heart, 'kidney function is not a right, it's a privilege' lol)

general writing directory

also lmk if you want more lore. I am so down to talk about this fic + the worldbuilding ideas I have for it in the notes it is unreal

[smolwritingchick]

Hi! Hi!

Writing and things are going well. I'm on vacation so I have much more free time to finally be able to unwind and write like I want. It's been a very productive few days so I'm super happy to be back in my element after a long while. I'm gonna answer the asks and write the requests after I update my stories.

Wrestling chapters are just about done. Bangtan Gal is going well but not done yet. Trying to work on having a nice handful of chapters done to make up for the long wait. Once everything is done I'll update both stories at the same time. I'll give a date of when I'll update when I'm officially done everything and all I'd have to do is reread and edit. Right now, I still can't give a time frame just yet but I hope to not make the wait this long ever again. Cause oof this was bad. Sheesh time flew.

But for Bangtan Gal here's a smol preview of what's to come:

Just a warning for the first scene as it talks about fan hate and death threats. Again when I do post these chapters, I apologize in advance for all the harmful and hurtful words for the chapter. Also all of these are works in progress and subject to change.

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Strolling around the dorm, taking a break from working on music, Yoongi decided to walk to Jennie's room to check on her. It was good that she was still doing fine despite all the chaos of the relationship reveal and MAMA Awards drama. But he still wanted to see if she was all right.

Gently opening up the door, he noticed that no one was in there and began to look confused.

"Smartie?" he asked, looking around.

Curious about her whereabouts, he pulled up his phone to track her shared location.

With Jennie, she sat on the ground, looking up at the sky, enjoying the solitude of Han River. Dressed in all black with a hoodie over her head as she was bundled up, she was incognito as she enjoyed her alone time.

It was nice to get a moment to herself to breathe and be away from the flashing cameras and constant screaming over her relationship. The pros and cons of being famous. She couldn't wait for people to freak out over a new topic. Overall, she felt good. Her head was still in a good space as she surrounded herself with good people and did not let toxic social media ruin her mental health. Taking a break from social media was the best choice. And as hard of a choice as it was…taking a break from fan meetings was also the best decision.

"Jennifer," a deep voice called out.

Turning her head, she smiled as she watched Yoongi approach her and take a seat beside her.

"Hey, Yoongi. Sorry, didn't feel like sleeping just yet,"

"I understand. I figured you'd be here when I checked your location. You doing ok?"

She chuckled, dryly. "Living the dream. But honestly, I am just tired of the constant media attention over Jungkook and me. Ugh, it's exhausting. It's even worse at school. The teachers are even worse like damn, can we learn?"

Yoongi let her continue to vent as he listened, giving her his undivided attention. He pulled a few packs of Smarties from his pocket for her to munch on as she thanked him and proceeded to vent.

"Would it be such a big deal if I wasn't black? They act like interracial relationships are something scary. It shouldn't even be a big deal. It's been a bit rough seeing the death threats. Come at me but don't go after my family and friends. I even saw some bringing up that if I have kids, they want to harm them. Like? The fuck? Really? Is it really that deep? I'm not even thinking about the idea of having kids, right now, but damn. Shit is rough. Really rough. But I'm going to be ok. And I know you guys will be there to protect me, too. Me and Jungkook. And I know that no matter what, I'm loved and appreciated. I will continue to do my best to drown out the noise. Honestly, this is all just making me want to keep my distance. Take a step back. I know I'm the one who gives the big fan service but the true supporters will understand that I need this. I need a break. I just want to be with my friends and family and work in silence as I stay in BTS. I'll still do the tour, I'll still do my thing but it'll be a little while until I can bounce back and see the fans for fan events,"

She let out a sigh. "It's just really us against the world, huh? My idol friend circle is going to become smaller and smaller. I don't fuck with Amber no more. She completely took Hyuna's side. And you know Hyuna is a done deal. There is no coming back from that bullshit she pulled. No one is reaching out to see if I'm ok except for Hayoon and the 97 Liners in the group chat. But damn, it's like some people that I thought would have my back, really don't give a fuck. It's crazy. But you know what? I'm disappointed but not surprised. Because I was warned that not everybody is your friend. And as we continue to be in this industry and get bigger and bigger, we really need to make sure that we're cautious about who we let into our circle. I'm so fucking serious, Yoongi,"

Yoongi nodded and pulled her into his arms as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"All this fake love, it's bullshit," she added. "And I refuse to let any of you guys get taken advantage of by clout chaser and fakeassness. Over my dead body. It is on fucking sight once we break into the American music industry."

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"Oh…you auditioning for Arjana from Black Panther?" Hana asked Jennie behind the counter.

Jennie smiled under her mask. "Yeah, I am. I'm nervous but Hayoon recommended that you're the best person to help,"

"My girlfriend knows best," she beamed. "It's nice to meet you, Jennie. She told me a lot about you. Thank you for being by her side, all the time. She's lucky to have a good friend like you,"

"Nah, I'm the lucky one. She's been the best. It's nice to meet the person who has been making her so happy. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me,"

"Thank you. So, talk to me. When is the audition and what are they doing?"

"Ok, my audition is in a few days. All I can really say is that the role is small for now and they plan to film a scene here in South Korea and want Arjana's introduction to be there,"

"Hm…the big factor is Arjana's walk and her signature catchphrases. Hayoon told me a big reason why they wanted you to try out the role is because your signature walk is something they see in Arjana. The fact that your Mama Award performance is still talked about to this day is amazing. I understand why the casting directors are interested in seeing what you can do. But just a walk isn't going to get you the role. From the videos I've seen of you, you have her mannerisms down but you need to fully embrace the character,"

"Thank you and that's why I'm here. I was going to buy some black panther comics to prepare. I wanted to read up on her and get a feel of how she carries herself,"

"Wait, don't pick that comic up,"

"Why not?"

Hana walked around the counter and grabbed a few comics of Black Panther. "If you want to nail that audition and make the role your own, these are the only comics you need to read. Read these and you're good to go,"

"That's it? Just these?"

"Yep. The rest will be elementary. I personally like the enemies to lovers trope. I'm interested to see how Bucky and Arjana will look on the big screen. Keep me updated on your progress,"

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"Korean fried chicken wings?" Jennie stared at Jungkook dumbfounded as she glanced from him to the two items in his hands.

"Yeah, you said pads with wings. This was it, right? These are the wings you usually like," he responded innocently with his doe eyes meeting her confused look, hoping she was happy with what he purchased.

Suddenly she began laughing. "I said pads with wings,"

"Yeah, this is the pads and these are the wings you wanted," Jungkook set them down on her table.

"Jungkook, pads with wings,"

"That's what I got for you. What's wrong?" he looked confused as he checked the items.

Those period cramps subsided as she proceeded to giggle at how he misinterpreted her request. It was cute. She appreciated the gesture.

"Babe, I meant pads with wings. The wings are connected with the pads. Not wings as in food,"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait what? There are pads with wings? That's a thing?"

Shaking her head in amusement, she approached him and kissed his cheek.

"Yes! Haha, anyway, thank you, I'll enjoy these,"

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Feeling protected with Jungkook standing behind her as his competitiveness radiated off him, Jennie leaned back against him with her arms crossed. The two watched the first 2 V 2 volleyball match at ISAC 2017, pointing out their competition.

Suddenly their two opponents approached them and the girl glanced up and down at them in disgust. "Ugh. You two still together? Yikes,"

Unphased, Jennie smirked and let out a chuckle. "Womp Womp. So, you wanna forfeit now or later?"

She rolled her eyes. "As if I'm losing to you again,"

"Hey, I'm just trying to save yourself from the embarrassment. Don't say I didn't warn you," she shrugged, feeling Jungkook wrap an arm around her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around his waist. "Good luck out there, you're going to need it for talking all that shit earlier,"

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"Oh, it's stuck. Should I just eat it all?" Jennie murmured as she tried to move the extra perilla leaf that was in between her chopsticks.

"I got it," DK began to move his chopsticks near hers.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jungkook's chopsticks intercepted his, catching him by surprise.

"What? Her leaf got stuck,"

"Yeah, I didn't want to be greedy. What's wrong?" Jennie looked at him in confusion.

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"Okay, I know it might be a bit over the top to ask but the worst you can say is no. Um…so I have a song that I'm workin' on for my new album. I really would love for you to be a part of it, if you feel comfortable. I-I'll pay whatever you want for the feature. Just let me know. This song is really nice and I feel like you'd fit it well," Layla nervously requested.

Jennie chuckled. "Layla, relax. It's cool. Send it. I'll listen to it,"

"Really? Thank you. I just sent it. Let me know what you think,"

After she sent the song, Jennie took the time to listen to it, enjoying Layla's vocals. Nodding in approval, she decided to accept it.

"Are you sure? You're really cool with it?"

"Hell yeah, let's make a banger. For old time's sake,"

"Thank you. We'll have fun. How much do you want?"

After Jennie told her the rates, Miss Bangtan requested, "Just do me a favor and donate half of it to some of these organizations I've been supporting,"

"You got it," Layla wrote the information down.

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“Increase your speed. And put more emotion. Where is that intensity? You sound weak, no one will believe your verse with that energy.”

“Rap faster? Wasn’t that fast enough?” Jen sighed and took off her headphones, turning her chair to Yoongi.

“No. And your lack of energy is ruining the flow. Don’t do that.” he sternly replied.

Shaking her head, she responded, “I can’t…I can’t keep up with all that you’re telling me to do.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Yoongi, that’s the best I can do. I need to breathe and-“

“Well, continue practicing so your breathing technique can increase. Come back to me when you learned to rap faster and we’ll move on. And do me a favor and stop saying you can’t do it. I did not give you a couple years of my time to teach you about rapping for you to tell me to my face that you can’t do it. I hate when you say that shit. Why can’t you see your potential like I can? You can rap faster, stop with the excuses. That’s enough for today.” he dismissed her and placed his headphones on his ears to work on his music.

She rolled her eyes, irritated with the rapper. He didn’t have to be so blunt like that. She couldn’t rap faster than that, why couldn’t he just let it go?   As days went by, practicing didn’t help that much and she decided to ask Hobi and Namjoon for help.

“Sorry, munchkin but Yoongi told us not to help you.”

“Are you fucking serious…?” she narrowed her eyes at them, making Hobi gulp and take a step back while Namjoon widened his eyes at her sudden mood change. “You know what? It’s cool.” She walked away.

She then thought of Jungkook, since he usually rapped a lot when they first debuted and went up to him.

“Babe, can you please help me?” she asked.

But then Jungkook remembered Yoongi telling him, “Look, I know that you two are dating and all but do not help her with the rapping. I want her to practice on her own. Do not help her, got it? If you do, I’m destroying all your Iron Man stuff.” He threatened.

Jungkook had shivered at the thought and smiled nervously at her,

“Ah…sorry babe, Hyung told me not to help you.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

Jennie chuckled, unamused, and shook her head. She was going to kill Yoongi for this. What part of her needing help doesn’t he understand?

He really put all the members on lockdown.

It took a little over a few weeks for her to get up to the speed that he wanted. As she worked, Yoongi never asked how she was progressing. He just waited. He was patient. He didn’t look annoyed that she was taking a while to get it and after getting over that stubbornness, she was grateful for his bluntness and patience. 

Unaware, Yoongi would sometimes listen to her progress, smirking softly at her improvement.

“You’re almost there, smartie…keep practicing,” he mumbled to himself.

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!! I wasn't going to post this, but I nearly died laughing at the reaction to it. I sent it in under an anon to someone elses page and was going to leave it at that. So if you see it somewhere else, it was me. Hope you enjoy!

He's in full armor and is towering over you. He has you standing up against a wall of a tent, striped your lower half naked, your top pulled down so your chest is exposed to him. His hands are rough from weilding a sword for an unknown amount of years.

He is fasinated by how he can trace his thumb over you nipples and they start to turn into hard buds. Hes curious too... he leans down and licks one, making you gasp. He wants to hear more. He kneels, hands roaming your sides. He can smell how aroused you are and he follows the scent.

You cant figure out if you want to push him away or make him go faster.

He slides his tongue over your clit, testing you. You whine and bite your lip. He does it again, but doesn't stop this time. Your panting, nails digging into his tunic. He wants more of you. He hikes a leg over his shoulder and makes his face at home between your legs.

You don't know what to do with your hands, but you know you want them on him. With that, you take off his cap, throwing it to who knew where... you tangle your fingers in the white and silver strands. Its softer than you thought it would be.

He it taking your ability to think and in your right mind you would never do this, but right now with his talented tongue, you didn't care. You rocked your hips against his face, pushing his head further between your thighs.

He takes your hips in hand, stopping you and its only now that you can see the fire of desire in his eyes. Its not fear in your gut, but the pure need to be mounted by this man... this god. The thought has you moaning.

He is silent as he picks you up, discarding the rest of your clothes. He drops you on the bed with an 'oof'. He sees you watching him and smirks. He slowly removes his heavy metals and simple clothes, kicking off his boots.

You think he is going to move slowly onto the bed, but you yelp as he is suddenly over top of you. You feel something rather large lay along your stomach. When you see IT, you look back into his white eyes and blush heavily. "Its not going to fit."

You had never heard him speak, but you fell in love with his voice the second you heard it. It was a deep timber voice that rumbled like thunder next to your ear. "Dont worry, my little one, it will fit exactly the way it should."

Keeping eye contact, faces only a hair apart, he placed your legs over his hips. He easily spread you open and started to fill every bit of you. He was right, he fit exactly how he should.

The stretch was heaven and his thrusting had you arching your back off the bed. You didn't know if you were screaming, but you didn't care who heard you.

You wanted them to hear. To hear how the God of War was making you his.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

[desires-of-chain]

Okay... I had to do this for the "It's not going to fit." post.

Hes in full armor, towering over you. He has you standing up against the wall of your tent, striped your lower half naked, your top pulled down so your chest is exposed to him. His hands are rough from weilding a sword for an unknown amount of years.

He is fasinated by how he can trace his thumb over you nipples and they start to turn into hard buds. Hes curious too... he leans down and licks one, making you gasp. He wants to hear more. He kneels, hands roaming your sides. He can smell how aroused you are and he follows the scent.

You cant figure out if you want to push him away or make him go faster.

He slides his tongue over your clit, testing you. You whine and bite your lip. He does it again but doesnt stop this time. Your panting, nails digging into his tunic. He wants more of you. He hikes a leg over his shoulder and makes his face at home between your legs.

You dont know what to do with your hands but you know you want them on him. With that, you take off his cap, throwing it to who knew where... you tangle your fingers in the white and silver strands. Its softer than you thought it would be.

He it taking your ability to think and in your right mind you would never do this, but right now with his talented tongue, you didnt care. You rocked your hips against his face, pushing his head further between your thighs.

He takes your hips in hand, stopping you and its only now that you can see the fire of desire in his eyes. Its not fear in your gut, but the pure need to be mounted by this man... this god. The thought has you moaning.

He is silent as he pick you up, discarding the rest of your clothes. He drops you of the bed with an 'oof'. He sees you watching him and smirks. He slowly removes his heavy metals and simple clothes, kicking off his boots.

You think he is going to move slowly onto the bed, but you yelp as he is suddenly over top of you. You feel something rather large lay along your stomach. When you see IT, you look back into his white eyes and blush heavily. "Its not going to fit."

You had never heard him speak, but you fell in love with his voice the second you heard it. It was a deep timber voice that rumbled like thunder next to your ear. "Dont worry, my little one, it will fit exactly the way it should."

Keeping eye contact, faces only a hair apart, he places your legs over his hips. He easily spread you open and started to fill every bit of you. He was right, he fit exactly how he should. The stretch was heaven and his thrusting had you arching your back off the bed. You didnt know if you were screaming, but you didn't care who heard you.

You wanted them to hear. To hear how the God of War was making you his.

PLEASE.

Dearly beloved, we gather here today to put to rest all these fellow local horndogs and the person running this blog.

Thank you for the meal.

[spookyji]

Mafia boss!gyu who wants everyone to know that ur his and fucks u in his office and makes sure ur loud enough for everyone to hear

-🎀

hehe okay oof i’m late sorry 🎀 ><

mafia boss!beomgyu who’s a bit… shameless. so much for being his ‘secretary,’ when the real point of hiring you was to keep you in his sight at all times, husky voice greeting you on the phone from his office, a laidback, lazy order to come right now, he wants you. and how can you refuse, after all~? it must be so humiliating having to walk down the hall to his office, every guard knowing it’s the boss’s pet of a secretary~~ avoiding their gazes because it’s not an unusual occurrence, high heels clinking on the marble floor, sounding your entrance before you’ve even knocked. and it’s beomgyu, resting his shoes on the fine mahogany desk without a care, a lazy smirk crossing his face as he slaps his thigh, appreciatively gazing at your legs. he loves heels n thigh highs, doesn’t he~? his hand caressing your ass and the back of your thighs through your pencil skirt, having to lean over as he beckons, a nonchalant order to keep the heels on.

shoved over his expensive desk, moaning so loudly when beomgyu tears open your pencil skirt from the back as if it’s paper, leaning over your back, his big erection pressed to your thighs, husky voice in your ear ordering you to never hold back a single sound, one arm restrained behind your back as the other weakly feels for the edge of the desk;; you’ll need to hold on if you want to stay coherent~ mafia boss!beomgyu who’s such a mean degrader, fucking his slutty secretary over his desk, his hips roughly snapping into yours without moment’s pause, your legs weak and heels scraping against the marble as you wail n cry, tears ruining your makeup. pushing your hips back into his, dirty growls and grunts in your ear, such a slur for him, better not be quiet like the whore you are~ going to tell everyone who you belong to~? screaming and crying his name n begging him to please, please let you cum, rough thrusts and a sharp spank to your ass, beomgyu who relishes the reddening handprint with an appreciative rub before meanly hitting your pretty ass again, dumb cumslut, don’t even think about climaxing until he says so. and just as the hot pressure in your stomach is about to let go, beomgyu who pulls out roughly, grabbing your hair and growling, he didn’t say you could stop pleasing him now, have to work, pretty girl, for your orgasm. tearfully getting on your knees in front of him, orgasm ruined as you suck his cock, such a degrading move of him to start face fucking, isn’t it? using your pretty mouth like a fleshlight, thick cock roughly prodding the back of your throat, eyes widening and tears flowing faster as you cling to his thighs~~ it’s so humiliatingly pleasuring to be used like the hole you are, isn’t it~? and mafia boss! beomgyu who loudly groans and growls while fucking your face, not even a warning before cumming down your throat, hot cum filling your pretty mouth as tears stream down your face… and it’s only second before beomgyu’s crouching down and forcing your legs apart, glistening pussy in the dark. only whores cum while being face fucked, hm~~ what should he do… after all, you came untouched… and without his permission. dirty slut, should he tie you up and fuck you in front of his men? bring him the ropes.

bonus; beomgyu who watches you on weak legs stumble around in your heel, your fun dripping from your cunny down your thighs… and crying so prettily when you hand him the ropes, holding out your wrists. heels stay on, cumslut, get on the floor so he can tie you up.

eeeek gyu has a thing for heels HE LIKES LEGS lol

[praazlwurm]

Magpie’s design is SO good oh my gosh! I’m curious, what would their Pokemon battle quotes be? Things like victory, defeat, their Pokemon landing a super effective hit, their Pokemon taking a super effective hit, Pokemon on low HP, Pokemon fainting, low HP victory, stuff like that?

Oh! Thank you so much for asking (❁´◡`❁) I haven't thought about this in a hot minute but wayyy back when I first developed her I actually did have some things in mind!

You would first encounter Magpie w/ just Irony the unown on some mid-level route and like I pitched in a post a while back she'd be an eldenring-style Vigor Test with a guaranteed super-effective hit (afaik Hidden Power doesn't work like it does in PLA but lets play in the space asdlkfjsdfl)

In that battle she has limited responses, but she's supposed to be an isekai/Aware™ kind of character she would have a jarring intro and hints toward her unown-ties and abilities: First challenged: "You look like protagonist material." (Lands Super Effective) "Let me spell this out for you!" (Hit w S.E.) "I knew that spelled trouble!" (Win) "Hold your goal in your minds eye and keep working towards it!" (Loss) "You'll be one to keep an eye on." *taps eye pin on lapel* After defeat she'd only say something along the lines of this before walking off: "There's no such thing as a perfect world, but by working together we can improve the one we have."

And while I haven't put much thought into plot, here are some of the specific phrases you would trigger in battle:

On second encounter: Greets with "I had a feeling I'd be seeing you again!" (Otto is her ace but her toughest mon so she doesn't send him out first, but when she does) "Do you like little Otto? I made him myself!" (Otto the golurk defeated) "I thought I had accounted for that when I built him…" (Last Pokemon low health) "I suppose I can see the writing on the wall. But let's see if I can carve a new fate!" (With any/each subsequent enemy KO) "Didn't see that coming?" / "Oof you hate to see it." / "That's rough, buddy." (sick tumblr references, magpie you weeaboo shit) (Win) "Don't take it too hard kid, I've had a lot of experience through the cen… let's just say over the years. Try again later and I'll give you something to help in your travels." (Loss) "I'll be happy to let someone as strong as you handle the hero-ing for a while - but I'll be around if you need any, let's say, unconventional help."

And this is the part I had thought up before; in the future she carves charms the way Lucille in jubilife village did in PLA, but for modern games they'd be tweeked. So after defeating her, she'd become a static npc who gave you these charms for rewards on the pokedex. She'd start with, "Understanding Pokemon is the key to helping this world thrive - if you've been working hard at that, I'll help you out with some handy items. Made them myself ;) "

(20% dex filled) "Take this - it will keep you safe for a while." (Charm that reduces the damage of SE hits, runs out after 10 battles, can be replaced 2x)

(50% dex) "You're doing great work! Here, this might help you." (Catching charm)

(100% dex) "Incredible! You know, I hate to steal the professor's thunder, but you've helped save me time here so I'll save you some time - your choice of charm, and I'll make it up right now." (Choice of Oval/exp./mark charm) (After choice) "Great! Now, watch the Carver work!"

Also I ran to picrew to do up a sprite using this creator. With this she looks so much like anabel tho rip i miiight try to do one of my own down the line 😅

Again tysm for asking! Magpie is silly and gamebreaking but she's fun to put in Situations and I really appreciate everyone who shows interest!

[leffee]

Vinnie x sharukuh? For the who question thing

Shannie stuff, yipeeee- *disappears into the void*

who’s the cuddler: Both are incredibly into physical affection and once they figured it out and that each other basically have no boundaries when it comes to stuff like that they were constantly all over each other. I'd pick Sharukh here still just because he initiates it more but Vinnie is more than happy to accept the cuddles

who makes the bed: They both just keep it unmade. Vinnie like Pepper sees no reason to make it if he's just going to sleep in it at the end of the day and Sharukh is used to others doing things for him. So who makes the bed? Sharukh's butlers if anyone because Sharukh might complain about it but still won't do it himself

who wakes up first: Sharukh, he's not happy about it but he's used to waking up early because of his whole acting thing plus Vinnie can sleep and sleep and sleep. Even if Sharukh slept in too Vinnie would still sleep longer. Under right circumstances Vinnie can sleep for 24 hours straight too so you probably see my point

who has the weird taste in music: I'm just gonna ignore this one cause idk. Like I said with Shahnil Sharukh has a lot of music from his movies stuck in his head but that doesn't really count as having weird taste in music, does it? He probably just listens to a lot of Bollywood music too but not only that

who is more protective: oof, now that's a hard choice cause like with the cuddling it's pretty much 50/50. Vinnie is naturally possesive and so protective over those he loves and this is his boyfriend we're talking about, but then again Sharukh is too with Vinnie and he is more idk... just stronger (especially with him having those crazy muscles as I headcanon him), taller, more influential etc as in he can just realistically do more. Still, when it comes to just how much they are protective I'd say it's a tie

who sings in the shower: They both do. Same like in the Shahnil ask, Sharukh has music and songs stuck in his head from his acting job whether he likes it or not so he hums or sings them in the shower and anywhere else, and Vinnie? Well, when he feels like singing something while in the shower he just will and it does happen quite often

who cries during movies: Sharukh sometimes but it's more so dramatic crying and mostly when they watch movies he's in. Vinnie doesn't cry often let alone in front of others and he genuinely doesn't easily cry especially because of a movie, so Sharukh it is

who spends the most while out shopping: Yeah, Sharukh predictably, but he also spoils Vinnie and after a while of being unsure Vinnie fully utalizes that right. Oh, he likes being spoiled like that, doesn't need it but if he can he's definitely not going to complain. Yeeees, give him all the material things he's ever wanted and more. I mean, they're still spending Sharukh's money so him

who kisses more roughly: Again, once they both figured out neither has boundaries about physical affection they are super rough and go all out when they want to. I truly believe that out of the all Vinnie ships I think about this one is the most intense one because you have Vinnie who wants all the physical affection and Sharukh who wants the same. For anyone else either of them would be too much, too intense if they didn't restrain themselves but with each other? Oh yeah, they're perfect and go all out. So anyway, almost a tie but I'd still say Sharukh because he's physically stronger if that counts towards it. Still, they're both super intense

who is more dominat: It's Vinnie ship, of course whoever is with him is more dominant so in this case Sharukh. He's taller, stronger, maybe just a bit more assertive, richer, etc, he's just THE guy. All those things doesn't automatically mean a character is more dominant, sure, but in this case it does. He loves dominating the heck out of his smol, adorable boyfriend and Vinnie loves it too >:3

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 9/10, still getting used to this ship but damn is it good. At least the way I see it with Sharukh being not only tall but also really muscular, my favourite thing ever aka height/size difference is elevating this ship through the roof and add onto it Sharukh being able to spoil Vinnie rotten? Yeah, Sharukh deserves him

[pccyouthleader]

Hedgehog Hodgepodge: A Story of Espionage, Confusion, and an Evil Plan Gone Haywire

Chapter 2: A Close Call

Shadow reached Aurora’s house in less than a minute. Stepping off the path, he leaned against a tree to await her arrival. But as the minutes ticked away, he became restless. 

What’s taking her so long? he wondered.    

When she finally came into view, he noticed that she was trudging along slowly. He continued to watch as she stopped and started digging around in her bag. Aurora pulled out her communicator and started reading something as she began walking again.

Suddenly, he saw a group of kids appear on the path behind her. Riding bicycles, skateboards, and scooters, they came flying towards her at a rapid speed. Must be some of the kids headed to the Young Heroes program, Shadow thought. Surely they see her! Two of the older boys were in competition. They raced at breakneck speed, egging each other on and not watching their surroundings. As they sped closer and closer to Aurora, Shadow realized that no one was paying attention, and she was about to be plowed over if he didn’t do something. 

“AURORA!” he boomed, kicking on his air shoes and racing towards her. She stopped and looked up from her device. 

“Shadow?”

He doubled his speed and swooped her off the path right as the boys reached where she had been standing. She let out a loud “OOF!” as Shadow’s body collided with hers and propelled her off the road. The contents of her bag went everywhere, and both boys wiped out in the nearby bushes. Shadow set her down gently before rounding on the two youth.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You could have seriously injured her! Or worse!” He continued to berate them until Aurora had gathered her senses and stood up.

“Shadow, it’s okay,” she said gently, placing her hand on his arm. She moved to where the boys had fallen, picking up a small first aid kit that had flown out of her bag. 

Shadow took in the scene, and realized that it was the boys who were injured. Serves them right, he thought coldly. One of his greatest fears was something happening to Aurora. She was carefully checking the two - a young bear and leopard from the village - when the other kids in the bunch finally caught up. 

“Wow, M-Mister!” cried a young chimpanzee. “That was awesome!” The other boys joined in with murmurs of awe and a million questions. The girls grouped together and giggled, admiring the handsome black-and-red hedgehog.

As the din of voices grew louder and louder, Aurora stood and addressed the kids. “Guys, this is Mr. Shadow. He’s a very good, um, friend of mine,” she said, blushing. The kids started their barrage of questions and comments again. Seeing that Shadow was becoming overwhelmed, she held up her hand. “We can talk about it later,” she laughed. “All of you best hurry up and get to YH before you’re late. You know how Mr. Knuckles would feel about that.” Nodding in agreement, the youth started off down the path again. 

Aurora watched until the last kid was out of sight, then she attacked him. She threw her arms around Shadow’s neck and buried her muzzle into his chest. Breathing in his scent was enough to calm her shaken nerves after nearly being pancaked on the road.

Taken off guard, he placed both hands on her face and pulled her to him, kissing her aggressively. Heat tingled through Aurora, and she kissed him back. She could feel the deep need and longing he had for her. After a few moments she pulled away, fearing that if she didn’t, there would be no stopping him from taking her completely.

“Oh, Shadow, I missed you so much,” she said, once again burying her face in his chest. He tightened his arms around her and attempted to reign in his desire.

“I missed you, too,” he mumbled, his deep voice rough after the aggressive kiss. “We’d better gather your things before one of those terrible drivers from the village runs them over.”

Aurora laughed. “You’re right,” she said, moving to pick up her bag. Shadow helped her pick up the contents that had been strewn about - the first aid kit, a bottle of medicine, and various papers. “What is all this?” he asked. She turned to him and he realized just how tired she looked. “Light, what’s going on?”

Aurora sighed. “My mom’s been sick - like really sick - for the past few days. We don’t know what it is, but she has a doctor’s appointment later today. Dad’s a nervous wreck, as you can imagine, so he’s asked me to run all her errands.”

“Errands?” Shadow asked, confused.

“Yeah, I’ve been taking work in for her and delivering files as needed,” Aurora continued. “She’s been feeling better in the evenings and has been trying to catch up. I’ve been getting up early to turn everything in before I head to YH.”

Shadow didn’t care for many people, but Amy Rose was an exception. She was kind and caring, and the only hedgehog who could have tamed his “frenemy” Sonic. Amy was usually the picture of health, and he wondered what could have gotten her down like this.

“I was headed back to the house to take her this medicine before work. Wanna come by?” Aurora took his hand and they began walking. “Wait a minute!” she said. “Where’s my communicator?” They looked around until she noticed it laying by a tree just off the road. “Oh no!” Running over, she saw that her device had been smashed against the tree when Shadow had saved her from being run over. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, seeing her sad expression. 

“It’s okay,” she said reassuringly. “It’s about time for a new one anyway.” Aurora gathered the pieces of her device and placed them in her bag. 

Taking Shadow’s hand once again, she set off for her home