#they immediately start becoming a little fucked up

[00valentina-writes00]

i love your fics sm val. i got one for you how abt vi x reader where reader has a hard time controlling their breathing and vi has to remind them during sex to breathe

♡♥︎Breathe, Baby♥︎♡

Warnings: top!vi, strap on sex, lowkey loved this ask, you might need an inhaler

Vi has you spread out beneath her, her broad shoulders blocking everything but the intensity in her dark eyes. She’s hovering over you, one strong arm braced beside your head while the other grips the base of her strap, rubbing the thick pink silicone through your folds, coating it in your slick.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watches you squirm. “So fuckin’ wet already. You want this, huh?”

You nod, but the words catch in your throat when she nudges the tip against your entrance, pressing just enough to make your cunt flutter around nothing.

Vi smirks, tapping the head of her strap against your clit, making you jolt. “Use your words, baby.”

You suck in a shaky breath, body thrumming with anticipation. “I—I want it.”

Vi groans, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip. “That’s my girl.”

She guides the strap inside you, slow at first, stretching you open inch by inch. The thick girth pushes past your entrance, and your breath hitches.

Vi notices. Of course, she does.

Her free hand moves to your chest, palm pressing gently against your sternum. “Hey,” she murmurs, voice softer now. “Breathe, baby.”

You try, but your lungs feel tight, your body locked up from the sensation of being so full. Your eyes squeeze shut as you grip Vi’s shoulders, thighs tensing around her waist.

Vi stills immediately, her grip firm but reassuring. “Relax,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then another along your jaw. “You’re takin’ me so well, baby. Just need you to breathe for me.”

You nod weakly, trying to focus, but the stretch is so much—too much.

Vi pulls back, just a little, before pressing in again, her movements slow and deliberate. “In through your nose,” she reminds you, her thumb brushing lazy circles over your hip. “Out through your mouth.”

You let out a shaky exhale, and Vi hums in approval. “There you go. That’s it.”

She gives you a moment, letting you adjust before she starts moving again, setting a slow, steady rhythm. The strap glides in and out of you, slick with your arousal, each stroke drawing a soft whimper from your lips.

“Feel good?” Vi asks, her own breath hitching slightly as the bumpher at the base of the strap presses against her clit with every thrust.

You nod, this time able to get the words out. “Y-Yeah… feels really good.”

Vi chuckles, dipping her head to capture your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. “Told you,” she murmurs against your mouth. “Just needed to get past that first part.”

Her pace picks up, hips rolling in deep, deliberate thrusts. The slick sound of the strap filling you echoes through the room, and your breath starts coming faster again, thighs trembling around her waist.

Vi notices that too.

“Breathe,” she reminds you again, pressing her forehead to yours. “C’mon, baby, let me hear you.”

You gasp as she thrusts particularly deep, and Vi groans at the way your body tightens around the silicone. “Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so good,” she mutters, her voice rough with arousal.

She shifts slightly, changing the angle, and when she thrusts again, the head of the strap drags right against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. A strangled moan rips from your throat.

Vi grins. “Yeah? That the spot?”

You barely manage to nod before she really starts fucking you—long, deep strokes that leave you gasping, her grip tightening on your waist to hold you in place. The friction against her clit has her panting, her movements becoming rougher, more desperate.

“God, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Vi groans, dropping her head to nip at your neck. “Can feel you getting close.” No she can’t.

Your walls are fluttering around the strap, pleasure building so high it’s almost unbearable. Your breathing stutters again, but this time, Vi doesn’t stop.

She brings a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced fingers. “Breathe through it,” she commands, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “I want you to feel this.”

Your back arches off the bed, hands clutching at her biceps. “Vi—fuck—”

“That’s it,” she encourages, her pace unwavering. “Let go for me, baby.”

Your release crashes over you, sending shudders through your entire body. Your breath finally breaks—a choked, gasping moan that Vi drinks in, her thrusts slowing but not stopping as you ride out the waves.

She groans, hips stuttering as she grinds against the bumpher, drawing out her own pleasure. Her body tenses, then she lets out a low, wrecked moan as she cums, pressing herself against you, her breath hot against your neck.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing, the faint rustle of sheets, and Vi’s satisfied hum as she kisses your forehead.

She finally pulls out, carefully, and collapses beside you, pulling you into her arms. “See?” she murmurs, voice lazy and sated. “Told you breathing helps.”

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

Girl, so confusing

They watched as you walked out the door.

It was like they all were frozen in time.

They didn't think you'd actually walk out the door like nothing.

They tried to tell themselves you'd be back in 2 hours, that you'll be back in time when their patrol ended.

..But just in case, they'll go look around them to see if you're all right.

Fuck.

You weren't anywhere.

They looked everywhere and they couldn't find you.

They looked harder.

They tried thinking of places where to find you, but they didn't know.

They didn't know you.

And they were worried.

Worried that you were hurt.

Worried that they'd never get to know you.

As they went to look again, they thought about how they treated you.

The way Bruce would feel ashamed of how people he knew told him you and he looked alike, how they'd say you have the same hair.

He wasn't ashamed, not anymore at least.

He doesn't think he was ashamed of you, he was ashamed of how he couldn't raise you.

He was ashamed of how he raised others who weren't you.

He was ashamed of how awkward he was around you.

He was ashamed of how he didn't even know your mother until the DNA test.

He was ashamed of how similar you looked to your mother.

He was ashamed of how he just left your mother after their one-night stand like it was nothing.

He was ashamed of how your mother left a note along with you back when you were left at the manor pleading Bruce not to let you become a robin and put you into trouble.

He isn't even sure how she found out about their identities.

He won't be ashamed of you, not anymore at least.

Dick remembers how many times you had begged him to go out to hang out together, just for him to promise and either not follow through, or just cancel last minute.

He remembers how you kept asking him to train you to be Robin. You wanted to be like them. You wanted to see what it felt like to run around fighting bad people like they did.

You wanted to help others like they did.

You wanted to be with them.

He regrets that back when he was Robin he kept being mean to you. He regrets how many of your toys he broke and never apologized for back when you were younger.

He regrets not taking you into the manor with open arms like he did with the others.

He regrets how many times he brushed you off to be with the others.

He regrets not going to your events.

He regrets forgetting to reply to you when you needed it the most.

Most of all he regrets not being there for you back when Jason died. Sure, he was grieving, but you were too.

He checked his phone to try and text you.

He saw he had so many messages dating back years ago that he hadn't replied to, the newest one being from around a year ago.

He started spam-texting you, hopefully you wouldn't be too mad at him.

He put his phone in his pocket for around 30 seconds.

...Only to take it back out immediately.

He went to text you again and saw his messages couldn't reach you.

He was blocked.

Jason misses you.

He misses how you would run up to him and talk to him.

He misses reading your books and playing with you.

He misses writing poems and reading them to you.

He misses you making him silly little crafts and talking about your favorite shows and music.

He misses how you would follow him around the manor like a duckling.

He misses how you would talk to him about the things on your bucket list.

He wishes he never got distant.

He wishes he didn't push you away.

He wishes you would try again.

He hates how you had no one to be with you when he died.

He hates how now he barely sees you around the manor, and when he does you're either on the phone with your friends or getting food and bringing it up to your room.

He hates how much you flinch when you're around him. He accidentally hit you in the face once because he had come back from a mission and was still in fight-or-flight mode.

He hates how he can't forgive himself for that.

He hates how lately when you needed to ask him questions or talk to him you kept quiet, made it quick, and kept your head down.

Nothing like how you talked to him years ago.

You used to be louder, you used to look up at him and wouldn't mind asking dumb questions.It's like you were scared of him.

He hated that.

When he first came to the manor, Tim didn't like you.

He assumed you were living like a princess, rich and pampered and full of love.

He assumed that you had everyone in the manor's attention. Maybe he wanted to be you.

He was trapped in his hatred, and your life seemed so awesome.

So he hated you.He hated how you would check up on him and the others.

He hated how you would have a lot of friends.

He hated how you had friends that would check up on you.

He hated how cheery you were.

He hated how you were always available.

He hated the way you spoke like you didn't have a care in the world.

He hated how despite noticing everything, he pretended he never noticed you.

He pretended he never noticed how heartbroken you looked when you would talk for a while until you noticed no one listened.

He pretended he never noticed how on family game nights you would stand in a corner by yourself trying not to cry.

He pretended he never noticed how your presence died out slowly.

He pretended he never noticed how you stopped leaving your little treats around the house.

He pretended he never noticed how you started looking happier when you weren't around them.

He pretended he never noticed how you started to leave the manor early and come back late.

To him, your life was perfect.

To him, you were coming home late from being with friends.

To him, you had the perfect friends and family.

He didn't understand why you had begged a robin once, your life was perfect.

To him, you were living like a princess.

He didn't understand, and now he wanted to.

Damian and you were opposites.

He was raised in pain, always training with a tight schedule. Always doing something.

You were the opposite.

You were raised in comfort, you went on with your days with no schedule. Sure, you were constantly busy with your activities and friends, but it was nothing compared to what Damian and the others had to do.So when he met you, he didn't think you were worthy.

He thought you were weak, just someone freeloading off his father's money.

He saw how others treated you and followed suit.

He saw how Bruce only interacted with you when you needed money, so he assumed you only wanted him for his money.

He saw how you would ask Dick to hang out only for him to never follow through, so he assumed you were just bored and he was your last option.

He saw the way Jason would avoid you and get mad at you over the slightest things and assumed you did something wrong in the past to get him mad.

He saw the way Tim would put in his earbuds as soon as you started to walk up to him, so he assumed you were annoying everyone and didn't care.

He always assumed.

He noticed how you and he were totally different, you wouldn't last a day in a life of his.

He noticed how you were somehow always coming home with bruises and slight injuries but never paid any mind to it.

You guys were completely different.You were gentle.

You were nice.

You weren't afraid to ask for help.

You didn't mind having a spotlight on you.

You were patient.

You were welcoming.

Sure, you guys were totally different, but opposites do attract. Maybe you're so meant to be, just you and him.

Alfred was confusing to you.

Sure, he took care of you, but you could tell it was more out of pity than anything.

He would never defend you or tell the others to just look at you, for once!

He would always defend your family when you complained about them, even though you had complete reasons to ignore them!

You learned to stop telling Alfred about your day.

You learned that even though he would show up to your events sometimes, you knew it was more out of obligation than anything.

oof this was bad

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Misjudged

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: angst, car accident, getting hurt by car accident, almost dying, minor fluff at the end

Summary: A confrontation at a party sends you racing back home in anger. Dean follows behind you and watches the unthinkable happen. Now it’s up to him to save you.

Square Filled: enemies to lovers (2021) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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Normally, you love a good party. You love getting loose and forgetting what a shitty week you’ve had, but tonight is different. You’re on a mission and you’re not going to stop until you get what you want. Luna called you twenty minutes ago crying because she wanted to get picked up, and you immediately rushed over at the thought that someone hurt your little sister. She’s newly eighteen but she shouldn’t have been at this party in the first place. She’s too nice and naive for her own good, so you do your best to look out for her.

Too many bodies litter the living room holding homemade drinks and joints, causing the room to stink of stale marijuana.

“Luna!!”

There's no point in yelling when the music is enough to deafen a person, but you still try in hopes she’s close enough to hear you. Once you get past the mosh pit, the room becomes more open with fewer people. On the other side of the room is one person who makes your blood boil in rage.

Dean Winchester.

Of course, he’d be here. Suddenly, the thought of Dean making your sister cry is the only thing you can think about so you stalk over to him. He’s playing pool against his friends and winning, but not for long. You swipe your hand over the pool table, messing up the balls and Dean’s shot.

“Hey!” Dean whips his head to face the culprit and smirks when he realizes it’s you. “Oh, hey, sweetheart. Come to play?”

You bring your open palm back and slap Dean across the face. His friends go still with shock, and Dean moves his jaw back and forth as he processes what just happened.

“How dare you bring Luna here after I told you not to!”

Dean sets his pool cue on the table but otherwise doesn’t react to you slapping him.

“How do you know it was me who brought her here?”

“You’re our neighbor, Dean. She heard you talking about the party and you offered to bring her here.”

“She wanted to come here, Y/N. I was already on my way when she asked me to drive her. I didn’t see the big deal.”

“The big deal is that this party is full of drugs and alcohol and men with granny hands.”

“Last I checked, she’s eighteen. She can think for herself.”

“Last I checked, she’s my family, not yours. Stay out of my goddamn life and out of my business. You don’t see me going to your house and bringing Sam here.”

Dean tips his head back and laughs. “Good luck trying to get Sam over here. This isn’t really his scene.”

“I don’t care. Don’t ever go near Luna again.”

“Damn, man, you need to have a drink. Unwind,” one of Dean’s friends comments. 

You lunge toward his friend but Dean wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from attacking. For a split second, you like having his arms around you. They feel strong and safe but then reality sets in and you push Dean off you.

“Let go of me. Where is Luna?”

“I don’t know. It's a big party.” Dean sees the glare on your face and fights back a smirk. “Relax. I saw her on the phone with you so I told Cas to give her a ride home.”

“Oh. Good.”

Castiel is a good guy so you’re relaxed at the thought of Luna being in his care. It’s the only part of Dean you tolerate. Castiel keeps him in check. With that, you turn on your heels and start to head toward the front door. Dean abandons his pool game to chase after you.

“Why don’t you stay?”

“Over my dead fucking body.”

You push through the crowd and leave out the front door. The ground crunches underneath your feet from how crispy the ice makes the grass. You press the button on your car which makes it unlock, and you sigh when you hear Dean still chasing after you.

“Wait, Y/N!”

“Leave me alone, Dean. Go away.”

“I don’t get why you hate me so much. What did I ever do to you?”

You spin on your heels to face him and he stops right before he collides with you.

“Hate you? No, I don’t hate you. You piss me the fuck off. Do you really think you can flash that smile of yours and call me sweetheart, and I’ll forget what an arrogant bastard you are? Not going to happen.” You open your car door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.”

“Wait. Let me drive you. It’s icy out there.”

“That’s nice of you to care, but I don’t need you, Dean.”

You get into your car and turn it on. Dean curses when you back out of the crowded driveway and start to drive away. What kind of friend man would he be if he let you drive off into the icy night?

Dean curses when he sees your tail lights disappearing around the corner, and he runs over to his shiny black Impala that he often catches you checking out. Wherever he goes, it’s a chick magnet but he only wants one chick in there.

You.

He leaves the party and follows you down the road, stepping on the pedal to keep up with you. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while driving home, and he didn’t know about it.

Yes, the roads are icy and it’s dark in these mountains and your headlights don’t really work well, but you’re doing fine. There isn’t any ice that you can see so as long as you continue at the speed you’re at, you should get home safely.

Key word: should.

Your phone rings but instead of taking your eyes off the road to answer it, you blindly swipe the screen until the call connects. Before you can say anything, Dean’s deep voice comes through the phone.

“Slow the fuck down, Y/N.”

You look in the rearview mirror and see the sleek headlights belonging to the Impala right behind you. For some reason, you’re in a mischievous mood that wants to piss him off. 

“You want me to slow down?”

Instead of doing what he wants, you press down the gas pedal.

“Y/N—”

“I know how to drive, Dean. I’ve been doing it since I was sixteen.”

“You’re going to fucking crash. Slow down.”

“Bite me,” you growl and hang up on him.

Just to piss him off, you go faster on the slippery mountain roads. You’re not going to admit this to Dean, but you’re kind of scared. With going downhill, you’re finding it harder to slow down. Your brakes work but the ice on the roads makes it hard for your tires to grip anything. Dean would only rub it in your face that he was right and you don’t want to hear it.

You’ve driven these roads all your life in worse conditions, but there’s something about this night that makes it more dangerous. The news has been warning residents of black ice on the roads, more so in the mountains than anywhere else.

Dean keeps a steady distance behind you which is a comfort because if something happens to you, at least you’ll be found. You press on the brakes only slightly but that causes your tires to swerve, and you grip the steering wheel with a deathly grip.

The deadliest part of black ice is that you don’t know you’ve hit it until it’s too late, and it’s too late for you. Your car starts skidding on the icy roads, and you try your best to get out of it by turning your wheel toward the direction the car is going in. That doesn’t seem to help, and your eyes widen when your headlights catch something.

A tree. You’re not wearing your seatbelt.

In the blink of a second, the front of your car smashes into the thick tree trunk, causing it to spin out of control. The side of your head smacks against the hard ridge of the window, and you lose your grip on the steering wheel as the car skids closer and closer to the cliff’s edge. You press down on the brake as hard as you can but that doesn’t seem to help.

Either you’re going to die by falling off the cliff or by plunging into the icy waters below. Your car comes to a stop right before you fall off the cliff’s edge, but the front half of the car is teetering over the edge. One false move and you're going to go over. You’re still-shocked and gripping the steering wheel with a deathly grip, afraid to let go. Tears roll down your cheek that mix with the blood coming from your forehead. Silence and then you hear his voice.

“Y/N?”

“Dean?” you cry.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“I’m so scared,” you whimper.

“I’m right here. I’m not going to let you fall.” The back window was shattered when it hit the tree, so he is able to climb inside if he wanted to. “Can you get your seatbelt off?”

“I’m not wearing one.”

“Fuck. Okay, when I get you out, we’re going to have a serious conversation about proper car etiquette.”

The car starts to spin but Dean doesn’t say anything about it which makes you realize it’s your vision that’s spinning. Your head throbs in pain and black spots enter your vision.

“Dean, I hit my head. It hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart. I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you turn around?” With slow movements, you look back at Dean. He doesn’t shine the flashlight directly on your face but he can see the river of blood on your face. He’s fucking scared but if he starts to show it, you’ll start to panic. “I’m right here.”

Dean removes his jacket and lays it over the edge of the window where it broke to prevent glass from sticking to his skin. He keeps one leg on the ground and puts his other leg inside the car to get closer to you. He leans in as far as he can and stretches his hand out to you.

“Grab my hand and I’ll pull you out.”

“What if I fall over?”

“I won’t let that happen.”

Tears spring to your eyes at the thought of never seeing your family again. “Please tell my mom I love her. Tell Luna that too. Tell her I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Just grab my hand.”

“I’m scared,” you cry.

“I know you are but I need you to be brave right now, okay?” You nod shakily. “I can’t go any further so you’re going to have to climb over the seat. No sudden movements.”

You slowly rise and put both feet on the clothed seat. You grab the back of the seat and turn to Dean who is patient and calm. You know he’s freaking out so you appreciate him keeping a calm head. You sling your leg through the small gap over the center console and the car starts to sway lightly. You halt your movements and calm down when the car doesn’t fall over the edge.

You slowly lift your other leg over the center console but you step on one of your dogs’ toys that squeaks. Your foot slips and you slam into the back of the driver’s seat. The car immediately tips over and you jump to grab Dean’s hand. He pulls you out of the car just as it falls over the edge. You gasp and clutch onto his hand with a death grip because not only did the car go over the edge, but you did as well.

Dean is the only thing keeping you from certain death.

Dean uses his God-given strength and pulls you up from the edge and onto the safety of solid ground. You fall into his arms and cry, the adrenaline already starting to wear off.

“You’re okay,” Dean mutters. He strokes your hair to not only calm you but to calm himself. “You’re okay.” You pull away from him and he finally can see the damage done to your head. “You’re bleeding.”

“You saved me.”

He tucks a strand of bloody hair behind your ear. “I’ll always save you.”

You look down at his lips. Maybe it’s because of what just happened or maybe it’s because your emotions are all out of wack but you’re seeing Dean in a new light. As much as he wants to kiss you, you have more pressing matters.

“I’m not a doctor and you need to get that checked out. Come on.” He helps you to your feet and wraps a strong arm around you. “I’ll call your parents from the car.”

What would you have done if Dean didn’t follow you? How long would you have been out here for? Would you have died? He could have let you go off that cliff but he didn’t. Maybe you’ve misjudged him. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.

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[prettyboykatsuki]

please you can’t mix a/b/o and LaDS. i’ll actually keel over and die. 

i can’t stop thinking about it ….

cw for dubcon kinda and rough sex. fem reader. psuedocest (gege. once shfjsjfj)

caleb in a rut. he grew up pretending to be a beta for your sake, taking as much suppressant medication and as many scent blockers as possible to make sure it was concealed. he wanted you to feel safe, to feel more at ease to the point he suppressed his own body completely

and then everything happens between you and caleb strictly forbids you entering his apartment during his rut. you don’t know it at the time, but they’re still permanently irregular from the whole soup of medications he took during his adolescence. so he has these crazy ruts like once or twice a year where he’s completely not himself.

you only found out he was an alpha recently, as in when he came back as a memeber of the fleet. but you’re partners now, you’re supposed to be equals so you want to help him thru his rut

caleb vehemently rejects you. of course he does. he’s not himself and he never wants to do something you do like.

but you’re stubborn and don’t listen so you go over to his apartment anyway. his scent is so thick it permeates from behind the front door of his place. when he answers it after your persistent yelling - he opens the door and it immediately assaults your senses. he’s shirtless, sweaty, pupils completely dilated. his voice is shot.

“go home. now”

he turns you away at the door. you get in each others face until you finally step on the right nerve and caleb yanks you inside and locks you in. cages your body against his front door with this terrifying look in his eyes, his hand gripping your jaw and making you look up at him “so fucking stubborn,”

you underestimate him when he says it’s bad. you dont realize how bad it is until you’re getting fucked over every surface of the house with little to no prep other that the left over, sticky spit from him trying to lick you open. he takes you first right by the door, your pants barely to your knees while your face is against the floor.

“wish you’d be a good girl and listen but you never do. maybe it’ll be a good lesson for you. remember it carefully”

caleb is always so gentle, so careful and kind but he’s forcing your pussy open like it’s nothing. splitting you on his cock as you cry. and he fucks you so deeply and so intense right from the jump, doesn’t ease you into it at all. he takes you on the floor before he helps you up and bends you over the kitchen counter, the back of the couch, pressed into missionary on the coffee table in his living room, on all fours on the stairs.

he’s being mean about it too. every time your pussy tightens up or clenches around him when he smacks it lightly or when he tortures your clit - he has this laugh that borders on callous. loving but humiliating at the same time

“no matter how much i stretch you open it feels like you’re trying to snap my dick off. do you want it so bad, hm?”

he’s merciless. he’s not himself. he makes sure you don’t hurt yourself when repositioning but you’re so full of cum and so sore you can barely move without limping. covered in these deep bite marks as he just goes again and again. mating like you’re animals until he comes out the haze

“how much cum do you think you have in here?” as he smacks your hip. “stay upright. don’t let it spill okay? since gege was so kind and gave it to you.”

he has moments of sobriety. you can always tell bc he becomes worried and affectionate- lapping at your wounds like an oversized dog. but it’s shortlived. the cycle starts again and your pussys wrapped around him like a sleeve for him to fuck.

you don’t get away from him for three days. it feels like your cunt is gonna stay stretched forever and caleb looks so sad and apologetic after. like a kicked dog

and as crazy as he is during - it’s also kind of . nice to feel how deeply he really desires you. the things he says during his ruts are demeaning but still somehow so lovesick and you kind of like seeing him let loose.

[miasmaghoul]

Magma I’ve been thinking a lot about pervert phantom (MANY SUCH CASES!!!)

What are we eating voyuerism in this house (I didn’t spell that right I know I didn’t it’s FINE)

Dude he's SUCH a little freak, especially when it comes to watching others. Currently, I am Considering the first time he becomes aware of Rain's tentacle.

Aeon just strolling innocently (lie) down the hall one night, ears perked up to see who he can spy on, and there's a low moaning coming from behind Swiss' door. Moaning, but also mumbles of "please" and "c'mon, just for me?"

Aeon goes creep mode immediately, pressing his ear to the door to figure out who Swiss has in there with him. He's never so noisy on his own, so clearly someone's making him feel like begging. It's easy enough to recognize the following haughty chuckle as Rain, and Aeon's quick to scamper to the water ghoul's own chambers two doors down.

Rain never leaves his door locked (they all have a certain agreement about that), and it's easy enough to for Aeon to fling open a window and skitter across the ancient stone of the abbey like the weird little creature he is. Easy to find one particular ledge that looks right into Swiss' room, the one with the perfect view of his bed.

Upon which currently lies Swiss, half on his back and half propped up with pillows. In his lap sits Rain, the pair of them naked and clearly in the middle of something slow and sensual. Well, at least judging by the puddle of slick Aeon can see pooling around the base of Swiss' (ridiculous, gorgeous, impossibly hard) cock. Rain's fingertips trail up and down the length of it, tapping at the slit to stretch out a thread of pre. Swiss' cock visibly throbs where it sits snuggled between Rain's flushed folds, his tip just kissing the underside of Rain's stiff clit when Rain shifts his angle. Aeon watches Swiss fingers dig into the meat of Rain's thighs, and bites his own lip when Rain rocks his hips.

Luckily for Aeon, Swiss always fucks with a window open, so it's easy to focus on the slippery sounds the pair of them make. He's got one hand in his shorts before they even start talking again, but his own fondling slows when he hears Swiss' next words.

"Please, angelfish?"

The words come out rough, needing than Aeon's ever heard it. Swiss' hands slide upward, until his thumbs sit on either side of that pudgy little dick of his, and Rain wiggles in his lap. Forces some stimulation that makes his head drop back and Swiss' eyes roll. It's what he says next, though, that catches Aeon's interest the most.

"Please let her come out and play?"

The hand in Aeon's shorts goes still at that. Her? Her who? He repositions, winds his tail around an ivy-covered outcropping to lean in even closer. Rain leans down to give Swiss a deep, claiming kiss, and Aeon licks his own lips. Rain's hips rock in a slow back-and-forth, so slick that Swiss' cock shines in the lamplight when Aeon catches a glimpse of it

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Rain's voice doesn't sound nearly as worn as Swiss', but Aeon isn't surprised. He's never been one to show a lack of composure, at least in Aeon's experience. "I think last time you even popped a knot for her, didn't you?"

Swiss gives him an eager nod, rolling his hips as best he can, and Aeon thinks if his curiosity gets any higher he'll just fling himself through that window and find out who she is for himself.

Luckily, he doesn't have to wait much longer.

"Please, baby, please -"

Rain shushes him, a single finger pressed to Swiss' kiss-bruised lips, and then he's leaning back. Letting Swiss' wet cock slap against his hairy stomach to show off just how swollen and excited his cunt is, and Aeon hones in on the way he spreads himself with two fingers.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Rain coos, and Aeon's jaw drops at what happens next.

There's a bump between Rain's clit and his hole that Aeon's never seen before. Thin skin with something dark behind it. Dark and...is it moving? Aeon's hand certainly is, gone back to rubbing himself in his rapidly dampening undies. Rain takes a deep breath, that bump grows larger, and then -

"Holy fuck."

In a gush of fluid that soaks both Swiss and Rain's own thighs, out wriggles what Aeon thinks must be her.

Its a tapered tentacle, deep purple and lined with twin rows of paler suckers along the bottom. It snakes around for a few moments, almost as though it's getting its bearings, but the moment Rain pets it with two long fingers it's quick to wrap around them.

"There she is," Rain hums, letting her suckers kiss his fingers, and Aeon can't believe his eyes when Rain guides her to his cock. Swiss starts to visibly shake, and Rain lets out a quiet chuff. "I think you missed each other."

"Uh-huh," Swiss rasps, chewing his lip. "Fuck I forgot how pretty she is."

"How rude," Rain grins, readjusting himself. Kneeling with his cunt perfectly positioned about Swiss' cock, now wrapped in the twisting length of thay slippery tentacle. "We'll just have to make sure you remember next time, won't we?"

Rain lets his knees splay, swollen lips hugging Swiss' ensnared cock, and when he starts to grind Aeon doesn't know which of them is louder - himself included.

Aeon's quick to throw himself back into Rain's chambers before his orgasm gives him away completely, and he really hopes he didn't see a pair of shining blue eyes catch his own along the way.

He supposes he'll find out soon enough. After all, how is he supposed to pretend he doesn't want to meet her for himself?

Judging by the sounds he can still hear echoing from Swiss' room, any punishment he incurs will be well worth it.

[relax-and-read-on]

So! In light of some more toxic asshole showing up in the community and ruining it for everyone, it is time to wake up and post more!! Bullshit HC!

Transwoman Corvus Corax HC, to remind the transphobe to get the fuck out :)

Corvus was raised by political dissident and the likes. From a young age, she was aware that some people are trans.

Figured out that she was a woman at a rather uoung age, even for a primarch. She was nowhere near fully grown!

Still, due to her environment, she wasn't quite able to express herself in those ways very much. She *was* making sure to tell people that she was using she/her, but that was kinda it.

Nasturi was absolutely a GIANT help in figuring all that stuff out, and helping her feeling a tiny bit more like herself.

Becoming huge was also an absolute nightmare of gender disphoria. She didn't WANT to be a 9 foot tall huge muscle demigod! She was resigned to never feel feminine, ever.

Then... The Imperium came. It wasn't *great*, and I have many hc about her reaction to Emp and the Imperium at large, but holly shit, that Emperor guy was respecting her as a woman, as long as she swore loyalty?? *Yes please!*

She was, immediately, surprisingly popular in the family. Mostly because all those huge boys now had a little sister!!! It was a weird position to be in, to be the small and young one.

There is many tricks that she take, to appear more feminine. Her armour has a subtle curve. It's also less bulky, built for speed, flying and stealth, wich means it give her a smaller frame, when around her bros. She start using makeup, she wear flat exclusively, she keep her hair down.... So many small details.

At first, Fulgrim annoyed her greatly. She hated his drama queen attitude. Then one day, he made a comments about worker protest, and next thing she knew, he was teaching her how to put on nail polish during a sleep over.

When she is out of armour, she dress like a 90's goth/grunge. Lot of dark clothes, baggy sweatshirt over tight crop top, smudged makeup... and so, SO many skirt. Of her brothers can wear "robes" all the damn time, she get cute skirts!!

At constant war between "I don't care about aesthetic and style, utility is more important and gender is a construct" and "I want to be PRETTY and SPOOKY and look SO COOL-"

Very into jewelry. She can't help it, they are *shinies!!* Especially like opal, pearls and ofc, Obsidian.

Her astarte usually call her "My lady" and "your ladyship" when around people from other legions. When alone with her, they hapilly call her "Mother".

Pretty intense sweet tooth, due to a childhood of privation. Kinda discovered baking, and do so as a hobby now. It's science! Exact things! And sweet! Her sons are delighted by her experimenting.

These are just some of my lil headcanon for Corvus, especially when I write her as transfem, wich tbh is most of the time when I write Corvus lmao.

[tgmsunmontue]

A picture is worth 1000 words - 10/?

Hangster post-TGM events, Jake and Bradley becoming friends on Instagram through increasingly competitive thirst traps.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

PART TEN

                Jake taps his foot impatiently. He hadn’t expected Rooster to be the first out, but he’d hoped he wouldn’t be the last. Clearly happy to make Jake wait. It’s been nearly an hour since his plane landed and he’s starting to wonder if he even got on the right fucking plane. Realizes he doesn’t actually have a phone number for the other man, just friended through various social media apps. He can get the number easily enough, but that’ll be a little humiliating admitting he didn’t think to get it in the first place.

                Then he sees him and he’s pushing a luggage trolley beside an older woman who is pushing an older man in a wheelchair. They look around the same age as Jake’s grandparents, maybe a bit younger.

                Ah fuck.

                His annoyance evaporates because Rooster is shooting him an apologetic look but turning back to the couple with an easy smile, listening to whatever they’re saying. He looks… happy. Relaxed and well rested, which he supposes is the whole point of taking leave. The cuts have healed, bruises melted away, and he simply looks like he’s not got a single care in the world. Jake supposes he doesn’t. He can make out the conversation as they get closer and he’s going to give Rooster shit about it later…

                “No sir, happy to help.”

                “You’re a good boy…” the woman says, and Jake’s lips twist in amusement, eyes catching Rooster’s and his eyebrows go up in enquiry, because good isn’t a word that springs to mind when he thinks of Rooster. He thinks if the woman’s hands weren’t busy pushing the wheelchair she’d have patted Bradshaw on the cheek.

                “Now, is this your young man?”

                Jake’s head snaps back to Rooster so fast he feels the jarring in his neck. Rooster has gone delightfully red, which he’s seen in anger before, but this time he definitely doesn’t look angry. Plus it sounds like he’s maybe been talking about him. Rooster is spluttering, clearly tongue tied and the woman is cackling and Jake’s a little confused but a lot amused.

                “Jake Seresin ma’am, sir. Nice to meet you.”

                “Mmm. Another polite one. I’m Harold Austin,” the man says, holds his hand out for Jake to shake and it’s strong and firm.

                “I’m Maeve. And he didn’t call you his young man, just said he was coming to visit a friend…”

                Another glance at Rooster makes Jake think he could maybe float Goldfish as a new callsign, the way he’s opening and closing his mouth, and he’s definitely still blushing. He doesn’t know who these people are, but he likes them already. Anyone that meets Bradshaw and immediately starts hassling him

                “My Harold here was also an aviator… these two have been talking each other’s ears off the whole trip.”

                Jake wants to make a quip about Rooster making friends, but it would fall flat, and without even noticing he’s walking with them towards he exit, because clearly Rooster has offered his help in getting their bags to their vehicle or wherever it is they’re headed. Then Rooster is indeed helping place bags in the back of a hire vehicle, folding up the wheelchair with surprisingly practiced ease and swapping contact details with Maeve; who does indeed pat Bradshaw’s cheek and giving him a quick hug.

                Then Rooster is turning toward him, duffle over his shoulder and eyebrow quirked up and Jake’s suddenly glad there was the distraction of other people for at least a little while because it feels… heavy. With what he’s not quite sure, but he’s hopeful. More hopeful than he was.

                “Rooster.”

                “Hangman. Hi.”

                “You’re going to need to call me Jake. Unless you want to explain to my nieces and nephews what a hangman is exactly…” Rooster blanches at that and Jake smirks, because that’s not even the tip of the iceberg when it comes to awkward as fuck questions that have come out of his niblings’ mouths. “Come on, my truck's this way..."

[deathblacksmoke]

Ruffilo and older!f thots for you here, possibly escort!ruffilo which involve this picture 👀

It's gotten casual, maybe a little too casual between them.

What initially began as paid companionship has evolved into something more profound. There are fewer financial exchanges between them, excluding the recurring one from the husband, which merely covers the initial services, and Nicholas even finds himself yearning to spend his days off with her.

What could possibly be wrong with this? He likes her, she likes him, and her husband is away, leaving her lonely. But it’s only when she casually mentions her cat’s attachment to him, the one she’s always claimed dislikes her husband, that he realizes how attached to her he’s become.

He’s become attached to this beautiful woman who’s almost three decades older than him, who has a world of knowledge and stories to share, who’s interests are vast and always surprise him the more he learns about her, who makes him laugh, who’s kind and gentle. How could he not grow attached?

How could he not fall in love?

If it's not clear, his ‘best girl’ is actually her 🫣

do you have any idea how much nicky and an older woman means to me?

It starts as a way to make some extra scratch while he’s in grad school. His TA position combined with his part-time barista gig and his loans pay his bills, but he doesn’t see the harm in a little extra.

Jolly gets him into it — draws him in with his flaunted bank statements and stories of wild nights out. He could use a little more fun in his life. He gets him set up on a site and Nick is shocked when the requests come pouring in almost immediately.

He finds himself most popular with older women, a man here and there. His openness to anyone makes him more of a commodity — he doesn’t mind it. Good company is good company, fun is fun, attraction is attraction.

She changes everything. She isn’t anything like the rest. She is more reserved, sophisticated but understated and unendingly kind. She prefers a dinner date, nowhere too fancy but quiet is a must, somewhere the conversation is easy, the service friendly, and the bill reasonable.

He has to pry a little bit to get stories from her, but he finds it’s always worth the effort. She tells tales from her long career of art curation, the eccentric people she’s met and built relationships with. She’s nearing her retirement, more than enough put away from her decades of work to keep her more than comfortable for life, but knows she’ll long to return in some way before too long. He’s entranced by the way her eyes light up when she speaks of it, her crows feet crinkling gorgeously, her slender fingers running through her long, salt and pepper hair.

She asks him to come home with her that first night, and he finds himself unable to say no, although he wasn’t booked for the service. This one will be for him.

Her home is cozy, not much of a trace of her husband and it makes him heart ache for her. He could never understand what could allow someone to leave such an amazing woman lonely.

He finds himself over much more after that — usually paid, but some nights when he doesn’t have another date, nothing sounds better to him that showing up to her brownstone with a bag of chinese carry out to spend a quiet evening in with his girl and her cat.

He realizes he’s fucked when he starts cancelling dates. When the only escort income he brings in is from her, though the payments come more and more frequent lately. But nearly half of their meetings are unpaid, include a little more than his other dates get. His stomach swoops a lot more intensely when he kisses her.

He’s still never seen her husband. Rarely hears about him. Only recognizes him from the payment receipts.

The first time she shows up to his door, he knows before she even says anything that something is different. When he brings her in and sits her on the couch, where she becomes transfixed with the green velvet of the chesterfield. Her gaze doesn’t flicker to him for even a moment when she shyly says that she’s left her husband. She filed for the divorce.

Selfishly, only one thing passes his mind.

“Please tell me you left him for me,” he breathes. He’s suddenly obsessed with the prospect of getting a normal job again — focusing all his romantic energy on her. She’s the only one who ever mattered anyway.

Her crows’ feet crinkle, and it feels like coming home.

[pearlescentparade]

Looking at all those phighting requests....y'all freaky😭

Medkit and kid reader but like, their relationship is very similar to Ballister and Nimona's (no idea if you ever watched it). Basically reader loves to get in trouble and cause chaos, annoying the shit out of every other phighter. They sometimes look out for Medkit like "oh phew you're not dead" cuz he's wanted in Blackrock.

OMG OMG WAIT I ACTUALLY WATCHED NIMONA WITH MY FRIENDS SO IK EXACTLY WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT

⬧ medkit o kid! reader💝

"think this little one belongs to you, med." sword holds you by dangling you from the collar, presenting you to the doctor. you wave, innocuous.

medkit takes a long sip of his black coffee. the porcelain of the cup clinks as he firmly sets it down on the table he's sitting at. if he did it any harder, he probably would've broken the thing. your hopeful eyes meet his exasperated ones as he glares holes through you. "it's not 'mine'. it just follows me everywhere." all he wanted was a peaceful afternoon with no disturbances, and he can't even be granted that?

upon his response, your face drops. seriously, 'it'?! he's talking about you like some kind of creature! wildly, you throw your hands in the air. "oh, c'mon, med! you're basically my dad!" somehow, his eyebrows scrunch even more. him? a father? it's an utterly preposterous idea. he can barely take care of himself, let alone an entire child.

"do i even want to know what you've done now?" exhausted, medkit rolls his eyes. it's become something of a song and dance between you two. you go off and cause trouble, someone catches you, they bring you to him, and he has to fix everything like always. all he can do once he sees anyone with you coming his way is pray that you didn't cause extreme property damage or something. the click of his dress shoe impatiently tapping against the concrete ground resembles his ticking tolerance.

a sigh can be heard from sword. he tensely recounts, "they came over while i was out with rocket and they just started messing with him. he got so pissed.. then they grabbed his prosthetic arm and started running around with it, and we had to chase them around for a bit. oh- rocket also told me to tell you to—" the adventurer clears his throat before putting on his best rocket impression and mimicking his best friend's disgruntled face, "—'control your little brat'! that's what he said."

medkit blinks, before deeply heaving out a great exhale and pinching his nose bridge. "tell rocket i send my condolences for the trouble. but once again, i should clarify that i'm not the one to take accountability for this.. lost child. it's not my circus, and certainly not my monkeys."

seriously, everyone just assumes you're his kid because you're always bothering him. it's insulting, really. if you were truly his spawn, you'd be more proper and thoughtful of your manners. but then again, you aren't his child, so it doesn't matter—

"oh hey, where'd they go?"

medkit's eye flies open. lo and behold, you are indeed missing from a confuzzled sword's grasp.

"sword. what do you mean 'where'd they go', you were holding them just now." the doctor almost jumps off the seat, the chair sliding back as he gets up. sword flinches at his sudden reaction, only able to anxiously shrug as he scans the area to find where you could've gone.

a terrified shriek and maniacal laughter resound in the distance, and medkit whips his head in the direction it came from. lowly, he growls. "a timely answer to our questions, how thoughtful. let's go."

when sword and medkit arrive to the scene, the latter pales and immediately fumbles for his revolver, clenching his fist around his weapon tightly. his teeth could break from how hard he begins to grit them.

"this can't be fucking real."

there you are, giggling as you prance around subspace with his gas mask in your hand while he ran after you. occasionally, you'd double back and stomp on his feet before going in a different direction, receiving a hilarious shrill yelp every time.

"gahh, you rotten rascal!! subspace t. mine will NOT be bested by a child!!!"

medkit goes to intervene, to do anything just to get you away from subspace, but sword blocks him with his hand. "wait, what if we go out there and subspace uses them like a hostage?"

just as quickly as the doctor opens his mouth to make a snide remark, he stops. while the idea seemed outlandish to medkit at first, like part of sword's wacky imagination and another of his impossible scenarios, he gradually realizes the adventurer is actually right. if he knew subspace, and unfortunately he did, he lived for wreaking havoc. and endangering hi- a child's life is perfect for that. so he concedes, retreating back to the shadows of the alley the duo is watching from. his shoulders do not relent from being tense.

meanwhile, you're still teasing the scientist, waving his mask around in the air to taunt.

"nanny nanny boo boo, you can't catch me~" you blow a raspberry, which angers subspace even more. enough to be able to catch up to you and yank his gas mask back. beyond annoyed, he tsks and pulls it back over his head.

"now, as i was saying before you so rudely interrupted me! have you seen a demon with teal horns and a crystal?! he's got a medkit too!! i'm his best friend and i heard that he's around here! so tell me where he is!!" as the weird stranger yells at you, his volume makes you wince. this is medkit's best friend? yeah, right! you may be a kid, but even you would know that strict old man wouldn't give this freak the time of day.

your eyes dart up and you bring a hand to your chin, pretending that you're thinking hard. suddenly, you put your index up, like you've remembered. "ohh, i think i've seen 'em! near nunya!"

"great!! ..now where's nunya?!"

you deviously grin, "nunya freakin' business, you sorry old fart! hah!" triumphant, you laugh in his face before stepping on his feet again and making a break for it. subspace hisses, but does not go after you, much to medkit's relief. the scientist figures it's not worth wasting his energy on some random kid when he's already exerted himself enough earlier from playing ring-around-the-rosy with you. after kicking a pebble to vent out his frustrations, he goes on his merry way in the other direction.

after looking back to make sure he wasn't trailing you, you sneakily slip into the side street that medkit and sword are residing in. immediately, the former kneels to your eye level and firmly grasps your shoulders.

his eyebrows knit together and his fangs bare as he barks at you, "do you even know how dangerous that was? that demon could've seriously hurt you, if you k-"

"-keep causing trouble all the time, i'm gonna seriously get injured, yada yada, i've heard it all before. you keep saying you're not my dad or anything, but you still lecture me like one!" you cross your arms in defiance. with how many times you've had this conversation, you could probably recite it in your sleep.

"and besides, it was a good show, wasn't it? look, i even nabbed this from the sucker!" proudly, you flaunt subspace's wallet, gesturing for someone to do the honors of checking its contents. ever curious, sword takes it, and pulls the zipper open.

"woah- it's got a bunch of cash and credit cards! it's even got some of his old ids!" he taps on medkit's shoulder to show him, and the doctor pauses before sliding a hand over his face. a frown creeps onto your face. for a moment, you wonder if he's mad.

as you begin to brace for him to yell at you, medkit dryly chuckles, shoulders shaking from laughter. he'd been so worried for you, but admittedly, it was quite entertaining to watch subspace get owned by some small kid.

upon seeing how he truly feels, you beam widely. you didn't know he was capable of happiness!

"are you proud of me, dad?"

he removes his hand, revealing his slight smile. "i suppose. but you'd better not make this a habit." playfully, he ruffles your head.

(parade postscript: i initially wrote a more angsty and intense scene for this but decided i was taking a little too much creative liberty and swapped it out for a more lighthearted thing lol ALSO i wasnt sure how to incorporate reader looking out for medkit in the way you asked, so i went with reader covering for him and hiding his whereabouts as a way to look out for him i hope you dont mind!)

[goldenlionprince]

In Good Hands

I initially wrote this for @neverenoughmarauders in @sorenphelps The Bodyguard AU because we talked about James' knee injury and the possibility of massages - but I kind of like how it turned out so I post it here too ;)

It's set somewhere in the days after the smut thing I wrote. They have a few days where they fuck like horny bunnies before Peter interrupts their little bubble of bliss xD

So this one is a little bit smutty again. -- tag for @lovelymasks

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The knee is starting to become a problem. It's not horrible, not yet, James vividly remembers the pain of the not so distant past so it's very endurable compared to when the knee wound was fresh, but still it's uncomfortable.

Maybe the run wasn't that great of an idea. Or running up the stairs.

James refuses to blame it on any other activities. Even if there had been a good few of those.

James stretches out his leg and tries to get a little more comfortable with slight adjustments but Sirius, of course, notices James' discomfort immediately because there is barely anything that slips through his attention. James had really tried in their early days with only medium success.

“Are you okay?” Sirius asks, trailing fingertips along James' spine. “Was the last round a bit too rough for you?”

James can't help but laugh. Of course Sirius' thoughts go there immediately. “Don't worry, Star Boy, you're a pain in my butt but not in that way. It's just my knee being a little stupid.”

“Star Boy?” Sirius chuckles softly. “That's a new one.”

“Can't call you Soldier Boy in bed, can I? Although I have to say you're pretty good at coming to attention.”

“You're a menace,” Sirius says and it comes out a little fond. James would smile like a lovesick idiot but Sirius' words are immediately followed by a bite to where James' neck meets his shoulder and that smile melts into a soft moan instead. “Stay here,” Sirius orders and then he's off the bed and James feels cheated by his distraction techniques.

With a huff, James flops back into the pillows and brushes his messy curls out of his face. They are even more of a disaster than usual.

He doesn't have to wait long for Sirius' return. James is almost tempted to grab his glasses to see Sirius in his full glory again but ultimately decides against them. He won't need them for long anyway and he'll have time for more ogling later.

“Move over a little,” Sirius says and James complies, moving a little more to the middle of the bed to give Sirius some space. Sirius sits down next to him and pops the cap of a bottle that James only notices now.

“What's that?”

“Oil,” Sirius says simply and gets some on his hand before tossing the closed bottle aside. “Give me your leg.”

With a frown, James extends his hurt leg. Sirius takes it between his hands and –

James should have already known that Sirius' fingers can do magic but god, this is a new level. He has no idea if he wants to whimper or moan, curse or beg for more. It's torture and bliss all wrapped into one. White hot pain in some places followed by a tingly sensation that goes straight to James' dick.

He's probably babbling something incoherent, James isn't entirely sure because he's too wrapped up in that sudden assault of too much sensation.

Sirius, the bastard, knows exactly what he's doing. He's chuckling as he squeezes and kneads James through that blissful torture, his fingers slowly moving higher on the inside of James' thigh and James wants them somewhere else, wants them inside of him so bad.

He's not above begging.

“Please,” he pants, head thrown back on his pillow, hands buried in the bedsheets. It should be impossible for someone well above their teenage years to be so ready for another round of sex so soon after they just finished one but gods, James is ready.

He's almost inhaling his tongue when Sirius' oil slick fingers brush along where James wants them the most. He's prepared for more teasing – Sirius loves a good torture – but thankfully he has mercy with James right now. One finger slides in easily, quickly followed by a second, and that turns out to be a whole new torture on it's own since it's good but not nearly enough.

“We should probably keep your leg elevated,” Sirius says and moves closer, pulling his fingers free as he goes and James almost wants to curse him. But then Sirius grabs both of James' legs and throws them over his shoulders and James forgets all about his curses. “Keep the strain from it for a little while. It might help.”

“I'm sure it will.” James nods and grabs the back of Sirius' neck, pulling him closer and into a hungry kiss.

It will do wonders for his knee, James is absolutely sure of it.

[writing-until-i-drop]

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 26

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

Natasha eats blueberries while giving Daisy anxiety, Daisy makes Jake's brain stop working, and Mav and Hangman have a short but meaningful moment.

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

“We should talk about renewing the lease,” I shouted over the music, flipping pancakes. Tasha was sitting on the counter, eating the blueberries that were supposed to be added to the batter.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Tasha spoke through a mouthful of fruit, “I think you should move out.” The words didn’t process immediately, lingering in the air as the pancake began to burn in the pan. Move out? How could my best friend want me to move out? We didn’t argue, I cooked her favorites whenever she wanted them, I didn’t leave my dirty clothes on the hallway floor unlike someone I could point fingers at. 

“You should,” I took a deep breath. “You should keep explaining before I start crying.” Tasha snorted out a laugh, hopping off the counter to hug me from behind and I moved the pan off the burner to keep myself from burning anything else.

“You know I love you and how much I love living with you, my little tequila tornado,” She kissed my cheek. “But you’re engaged, you and Hangman fuck like rabbits, which, ew.” Okay, so Natasha wasn’t mad at me. I laughed softly. “And you’ve got boat loads of money, sooooooo,” She squeezed my hips. “I think you should buy a house and start filling it up with more nieces I can spoil.” 

“Jake and I haven’t even talked about all of that stuff yet, I mean, kids yeah, but not moving in together.” Natasha made a angry buzzer noise,

“You’re engaged, nauseatingly in love, and did I mention all of the sex?” I pushed Tasha off of me, shaking my head as I laughed. She stuck her tongue out, “You’re telling me if you pulled up a Zillow listing and texted to Hangman, he wouldn’t agree to buy the house without even looking at it?” 

“I think he’d at least look at it,” I busied myself while Natasha laughed, throwing out the burnt pancake. “But before you kick me out, at least let me talk to the guy.” 

“Whatever,” Natasha grabbed one of the pancakes off the stack and took a bite. “Aww, there’s no blueberries in this one.” 

“That’s because someone was slacking on their blueberry duties,” I pointed the spatula at her. “Now come on, we’ve still got some batter left.” 

Natasha’s idea of moving in with Jake had quickly taken root in my brain and she was right, technically I had enough money to buy a house all on my own. Nothing fancy, I didn’t have millions lying around, but I had enough and I also had an agent who loved making me happy.

“Hey, baby,” Jake sounded out of breath. “What’s up?” 

“You know how you like to say things that make my brain explode?” I bit the tip of my thumb, eyeing the yellow fixer-upper Jason had sent me. One story, three bedrooms, a fenced in backyard. It needed a little love and DIY but the more I looked at the listing photos, the more I could see it becoming the perfect first house. A yard for Pretty, an office for me, and plenty of space to have the Daggers over. 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” Jake chuckled. “What’s going on, baby?” 

“Move in with me. I’ll buy this house Jason found for us, you let me decorate however I want, and maybe you can move some of the boxes shirtless.” Jake’s silence transitioned into random noises and half sentences. “Not so fun being the one who has to reboot their brain, is it, cowboy?” 

“You want to buy a house?” 

“Well, Tasha said I should buy a house and start having babies with you,” 

“Jesus, Wildflower,” Jake choked and coughed. “You’re hell bent on giving me a heart attack this morning, aren’t you?” I laughed, laying back against the pillows next to Pretty Boy, who was snuggled up for a mid-morning nap. “I’m like two miles away from your apartment, give me a few minutes and we can talk about this in person.”

“You out for a run?” I dropped my voice a bit, teasing him, “All hot and sweaty?” Jake groaned,

“I do not need to be hard while running two miles, Wildflower. Behave.” 

“Or what?” 

About an hour later we were laying in bed with the laptop perched on my lap. Jake had refused to take his hands on me since entering my room, even when I forced him to shower, which had been a little complicated with the size of our bathroom. 

“How long has Jason been looking at houses for us?” Jake asked, kissing my shoulder.

“About a week,” I pulled up the list of houses, condos, and apartments Jason’s real estate agent had sent over. “I really like the yellow one but it’s going to need some work to make it perfect.” 

“Lucky for you, your husband is good with his hands,” One of those hands slid over top of my thigh, squeezing. “In more ways than one.” If we weren’t careful, we’d never end up looking at the houses.

“Hands to yourself, fiance,” I elbowed him gently, “We’ve got things to talk about. Especially if you want to keep calling yourself my husband without the paperwork.” 

“We could fix that, all we need is a witness and a judge,” Jake moved the laptop, moving me on top of his lap. Jake kissed my jaw, then my neck, “And I love the yellow house, even if I’m going to break my back renovating that kitchen.” 

“We can look at houses with already remodeled kitchens,” I offered, tilting my head back to give him better access to my neck. “Save your back.” Jake made a rumbly noise when I dragged my nails gently down the muscles of his back, “Or maybe we keep looking and-fuck, Jake.” He chuckled, sucking a hickey into my neck.

“I kind of like the idea of building the kitchen of your dreams with my own two hands.” Was it possible to be any more in love with Jake? I didn’t think so. 

X

Daisy had been solely focused on the idea of moving in together. I tried not to take it personally that it was more because she was avoiding one of her writing deadlines. Not that she wasn’t excited for the right reasons though. The day after we had viewed the house on her laptop we had scheduled a viewing of the house and put in an offer, I tried not to feel like a sugar baby while Daisy managed all of the finances involved. I made good money as a pilot but according to the phone calls I had overheard between Daisy and Jason, my bank account was nothing compared to hers. 

Rooster was understanding about the whole thing, apparently he was looking forward to living alone. Without a roommate he could “play the field more.” Javy was also excited, he and Phoenix were talking about moving in together. Well, they were mostly arguing about it. Javy liked his apartment, it was nice and there was a pool at the complex. Phoenix didn’t want to pack her stuff and she liked how Daisy had decorated their current apartment. 

But today was all about Mav and Penny. Well, mostly Mav. He had decided to wear a suit instead of his dress whites for their wedding and didn’t trust that any of us had suits that weren’t leftover from junior prom, so he had ordered us guys to meet him at a local shop to get fitted for suits. 

“Never I thought I’d see the day where Hangman got engaged,” Maverick patted me on the shoulder while I looked between fabric samples. “Proud of you, kid.” 

“Thanks, Mav,” I sighed. “I’m glad you’re going first though,” I was. I wanted to see one of the other aviators get married to sooth the irrational part of my brain that liked to whisper that it would never work. That someone who risked their life every day when they went to work, disappeared for months at a time for deployments, and couldn’t always talk about what they did. The risk, the secrets, the possible time spent apart… I was worried.

“And I’m glad Goose and Ice did it before me,” Mav said softly, getting a far away look in his eyes. “They showed me what a good marriage looks like and I’m hoping you and I can do it half as well as them.” 

The sentiment hit me hard. I thought about my parents and my sisters, how happy they all were in their marriages despite the challenges. I looked down at the silver band on my left hand, the ring Daisy had gotten me to wear when I wasn’t in the air even though I told her I didn’t need one. I knew its weight was minimal but staring down at it, knowing what it meant, that made it feel like a thousand pound weight on my finger. 

“No paisley suits, Hangman,” Mav patted my shoulder again before walking away. I laughed softly to myself, I had flipped to an orange and pink paisley fabric swatch without realizing it. 

Jake: I love you

Daisy: I love you too

Daisy: Can’t wait to see you in your suit xoxo

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[junoblivion]

Her little secret

Kori Anders/Starfire x Fem reader.

cw: strap on, scissoring, eating out Kori (that's a W like idk), top reader, bottom Kori, cheating, fingering, age gap (18 & 25), riding, doggy and missionary. Reader is one of the youngest of the batfam. Kori took your virginity during the first hook up 😛. Mention of dick and Barbara. Sextoys (vibrators, mentions of butt plug.) hair pulling. Reader probably has a thing for ass.

Juno yaps: this is short bc Im currently making another fic for her 😛

Kori knew Dick was constantly cheating on her with his ex, Barbara, so she figured "why not give him the taste of his own medicine?"

That's where you come in. You were younger than her. She was 25 and you were 18. and she knew you had a big fat crush on her (I don't blame you) so when she first asked you if you wanted to have sex with her, you didn't hesitate and immediately said yes.

Kori thought back to when her and you were scissoring and fingering for the first time, she swore her pussy throbbed at the memory, how you were so nervous to touch her, and to tell her that you were a virgin.

"Are..are you sure you want me to touch you?" You questioned, Kori gave you a reassuring smile and nodded, "it's alright." You licked your dry lips, you couldn't believe you were going to have sex with your crush, especially when it was behind your brother's (and kori's boyfriend) back.

You spread her legs and rubbed your thumb in circles against her throbbing clit to which Kori gave a soft groan, you took that as a good sign, "I'm glad I'm making you feel good. I'm not really experienced, I'm a virgin," You said softly. Kori then guided your other fingers to her wet hole, "put your fingers in here," she ordered. You nodded and slowly inserted your fingers, Kori whimpered.

Once your fingers were settled inside, you gave the woman a look, asking if you could start moving your fingers. Kori nodded and she moaned as your fingers thrusted in and out of her.

"fuck..." Kori mumbled, you took that as a sign to speed up your fingers. You watched as she fondled and groped her plump breasts, you couldn't believe how beautiful she was.

"shit- go faster, honey!" Kori moaned. You nodded and thrust your fingers, watching as her juices leak out. You hear kori's moan and she arches her back and squirts all over.

'How the hell did Dick fumble a woman like her?' you ask yourself. Kori panted for a moment before saying, " honey, why don't you put your pussy on mine?"

"like scissoring?" You asked, Kori nodded. You adjusted your position so your wet cunt was above her. Kori could feel herself getting more wet at the thought of your pussy rubbing against hers.

You lowered yourself and softly gasped at your pussies touching. You rock your hips as you hear the woman below moan. You moan at your clits rubbing against each other, your juices mixing with hers. You sped up your pace, grinding harder and faster against her pussy.

Kori moaned as the string in her abdomen was feeling like it was going to snap. You could feel your release coming so you grinded against harder. Kori's legs shook as she squirted once more with you coming a second after.

Kori rubbed her legs together at the memory. Fuck, she couldn't wait to see you tonight.

~~

Kori waved her fiance goodbye as he left for a mission. After she could no longer see his car, she quickly got ready. She fixed her hair, her makeup, and wore almost nothing except see-through panties.

She eagerly waited for your arrival, then she heard the door ring. She covered herself just in case it wasn't you. She opened the door and gave a flirty smile when she saw you. You blushed as she gave you a small peak of what's to come.

~~

Kori sat on the bed as you showed her what you bought from the store. She felt herself become wet after you showed her some vibrators, a strap-on with a pink dildo, and a butt plug.

You set them aside as you stood up and stripped for Kori. Kori slowly dragged her finger to her clothed cunt and rubbed softly at the sight of her mistress naked.

Once you finish undressing, you push Kori on her back and spread her legs. She smiled as you kissed her breasts and the space between her breasts, she watched as you slowly went down, kissing her body until you got her wet cunt. You slide the underwear to the side and do an experimental lick against her pink clit. She gave a soft whine at the action, you continued as you licked it again before commanding your tongue to enter her hole.

She threw her head back as her walls squeezed around your tongue. She could feel as it fluttered between her warm walls.

You took out your tongue and made her sit on your face. You entered your tongue in her again, you could feel her rock back and forth against your face. You then feel her lift herself before lowering herself as if she's trying to ride your tongue .

You continued your assault on her inside as you fingered yourself. Kori rode your face harder, trying to chase her release which made the bed slightly rock.

Kori moaned as she squirted in your mouth, she smiled as she looked down at you and you looked back at her with hearts in your eyes. Kori took herself off your face, and grabbed a vibrator where she got on top of you and placed the sex toy in the space between your clits. She pressed herself lightly against the toy and pulled you slightly close to the vibrator.

She played with her perky nipples as she moaned from the vibrations against her pretty clit. You moan as you try to get close to her breasts, Kori understood what you wanted to do as you sat up, placed her and the vibrator in your lap, and sucked on her breasts. She pushed your head closer to her as she made the vibrator go faster. You both moan as the vibrator made you come, juices mixing together.

You both panted as Kori got off your lap and fell back on the bed. You sighed as you put on the strap, leaned on top of the pretty lady, and rubbed the silicone tip against her folds. She whimpered as she was sensitive from her two orgasms. She felt you pushing your dick inside her and moaned as she felt full.

You settled inside her and you waited for permission. Kori nodded her pretty head and you rolled your hips, Kori whined. You rolled your hips fast as skin slapping soon filled the room.

Kori gave out wanton moans as she felt your dick touch her cervix, her pussy spasming around the fake cock. She wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close to kiss you. Your tongues dancing together as you continue your assault on her cunt, hearing her pussy getting wet and making squelching sounds around your cock.

Her hands clawed at your back leaving red angry marks on you. You two separated from your kiss and you watched her breasts bounce, and her fingers going to her clit and rubbed it furiously. Her moans become high pitched.

"ah! Fuck! Go faster, honey," She groaned, "you fuck me so much better than him." You felt your ego grow as you took pride in fucking your brother's girlfriend better than him. Your hips went faster at the praise. Kori whimpered, whined, and moaned before her pussy squeezed hard around your dick and creamed around it. You faltered as you felt your release come, you rolled your hips once more making the strap push against your clit, and came.

The two of you sighed before you rocked your hips again. You ignored kori's whines as you looked down to where your fake dick and Kori's puffy cunt met. You watched as the dick was moving in and out, her juices spilling around the pink dildo. You rubbed her clit as she grabbed your hair.

Tears came down from Kori's green eyes and down her orange face. Kori could feel her vocal chords become weak from how much she screamed and moaned.

Her back arched as she creamed once more around her mistress's cock. You came only a moment after. You pulled around and turned her on her back, grabbing a pillow from behind you and giving it to her. You pushed your cock inside her again and smacked your hips against her fat ass. Her toes curl from your dick hitting her sweet spot in the new position.

You pound her from behind and push her head into the pillow that was wet from tears. You were hypnotized watching her ass jiggle from each powerful thrust. Kori's muffled moans grew loud as her hands gripped the sheets and her toes curled. The taller woman was able to lift her head once you removed your hand, she cried from pleasure as her mascara dripped down.

"oh! C'mon baby, you could go faster-!" Kori yelled, you went faster which was making your hips sore. Kori screamed as she swore she could feel the strap enter her womb.

You finally come to a stop as Kori cummed around your strap. You sigh as your hips hurt and pull out before laying down. Kori whimpered as she shakily went to your lap and placed herself above the tip of the dildo before lowering herself onto it, she moaned from the dildo entering her sensitive pussy.

You threw your arm across your eyes as you let her pleasure herself. Kori rode your cock as if her life depended on it, making an accidental ahegao face. She slammed her hips harder and she whimpered as her energy was low but she couldn't stop.

She stopped for a moment and turned around and rode the fake dick again. You uncovered your eyes and watched as she slammed her ass against you making it jiggle. You grabbed one of her ass cheeks, feeling it up and squeezing it.

Kori rode your cock faster at the touch of her ass, her breasts making a soft slap everytime they would bounce from her riding.

One of her free hands made their way to her clit and she rubbed furiously which made her reach her limit. Kori's back arched , her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her tongue hanged from the intensity of her release.

Once she stopped cumming, she got off the strap and fell to the empty side of the bed before falling asleep.

You looked next to you, analyzing your lover's face. Her makeup base was cried off, her mascara had fallen down her face, her hair was messy, and her body was shiny from sweat.

You continued admiring her before you took off your strap, throwing it the side, and cuddling up to the warm sleeping woman. Your face was buried in her breasts.

You sighed contently. Even though she was your brother's, you were happy to be her little secret.

~~

When it was morning, you woke up to the bed empty. Did Kori get up before you?

Before you could question where she was at, you heard the bath turn on. You left the room to go to the bathroom and when you entered, you were pleasantly surprised with the sight of Kori signaling you to join her, you smiled as you walked up to her.

You kissed her, letting your hands roam her body. Kori broke the kiss and made you join in the bath.

After the two of you bathed, you both went to the bedroom where Kori and dick slept. Which was the same room where you railed her last night.

As you were looking for clothes to change in, you felt her fondle your breasts. You let out a soft chuckle before turning around, pushing her on the bed, and pouncing on top of her.

[primus-why]

I Feel TFOne Could've Handled This Better...

Hot take but I feel like folks have been really generous with the take that OP was unable to find ~the perfect words~ in the heat of the moment (and thus should be given some grace) when he told D to stand down and "not be like Sentinel"... namely cuz I don't feel that the narrative supports this?

Like-- after all is said and done, OP doesn't reflect on that part of their split. He doesn't have a moment where he seeks validation or voices his regrets over the choice of his words, it's actually cut-and-dry. The narrative (as it stands) supports that OP saw D-16 acting up, so he called him out and stood on business, down to the last scenes where he's basically like "yeah it's a shame but y'all knew I had to do it to 'em."

It didn't have to be much! I'm not saying to absolve Megs, just show OP looking at things from a different perspective/contemplating a bit on that tough choice and the morality of the moment. Some examples of what I wish we had:

B-127 straight up blurting the obvious by later chatting with Orion like, "Wait so you told your best friend that he was acting just as bad as the guy who enslaved us for our entire lives and was torturing him like an hour ago? Oof. Seems kinda harsh." Then have some of OP's regret show on his face.

OP asking Elita-1 after Megs is banished if he did the right thing. Have Elita back his choice up, saying, "You should have seen what he did after you were... gone. It was terrifying. I know it was tough, but you made the right call." OP is grateful for the support, but a conflicted look still flashes across his face before he steels himself to look out towards the horizon... and the future.

Have OP walk past other mechs/former miners who didn't go with the High Guard saying stuff like, "Wish I could've given Sentinel a piece of my mind!" "Yeah, but I'm glad he's gone for good." "Ugh I miss everything." "Oh, it was crazy! Megatron picked him up and then he rrrrriiipped-- oops, hey there, Mr. Optimus... Prime... sir?" And have OP wave hello, looking a bit sick when they leave.

Post-credits scene with Starscream going on and on, asking Megs when they'll be back to teach the upstart Prime a lesson. Megs grabs his face to shut him up. "Patience, Starscream. The Prime thinks I'm no better than Sentinel... but I'll show him. He wants Iacon? He can have it. In the meantime we'll take the rest of the planet! Then I'll come back, crush Prime under my heel, and we'll take Iacon too. Sentinel's reign will barely be a footnote, because I'm about to become Optimus Prime's worst nightmare." The vocal performance would really need to sell this-- like picture Megs saying something like that from a place of anger and hurt, not so much a place of genuine evil or malice.

Basically instead of Orion's assertion being backed up as black and white/good vs bad, I wish we had some different opinions/reactions from the characters sprinkled in there. Like you can't tell me out of allllll the miners who weren't strong enough/willing to go with the High Guard and ended up sticking around that NONE of them were like "eyyo honestly?? Kiiiiinda glad Sentinel is dead. Wish I could have helped, tbh." like come onnnnn...

And you can't even argue that he's not an active threat-- I don't think everyone would see things that way! It's not just about the threat he physically has, but the threat he represents and is very likely to act upon if given the opportunity! He has a proven track record of not only being sneaky and conniving, but also capable of dealing some serious damage/killing people bigger and stronger than him, plus he has the backing of the Quints. All he'd need to do is wriggle his way out of jail and run off to his sponsors, then he'd probably be back to hurt more people! (If the Quints didn't just kill him out of incompetence lmao). There's a lot of "ifs" here, but I think it's a valid argument that not everyone would agree on what is the right or wrong way to handle Sentinel once he was down long enough to, like, do something about him.

I feel the situation needed a bit of nuance. In some way I wish they had kicked the can and had D and Orion bicker while Sentinel escaped, then have D get frustrated enough by the loss of Sentinel to point fingers (and his fusion canon) at Orion, who then falls and becomes OP. (Megs could still show some of thar emotion/remorse right after he does it too.) Not only would this open the door for a sequel, but tbh the Quint might have just killed Sentinel anyways and sought to deal with the miners uprising themselves lol. (Maybe that could have been an after credits scenes too instead of the B-127 bit??)

Would love to see a moment in a sequel where they have a calmer moment after arguing for a bit. Have OP mention how Megs was out of line, that it hurt and even scared him to see him act that way, and Megs can quietly point out "you said I was as bad as Sentinel... is that really how you see me? After everything we went through?"

Then OP can fumble the bag again lmao like "D, I... I'm sorry, that didn't come out right... but you still took things way too far..."

"Why am I not surprised-- your opinion is what matters the most! Maybe that's why you became a Prime, since you're so good at acting like the world revolves around you--!"

*gets interrupted by someone else before another yelling match ensues*

[crybaby-bkg]

Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.

He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.

omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.

it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.

drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[jacqcrisis]

Ronan's standing there, watching this, glad there's a pause on the whole sex thing cause otherwise Astarion wasn't making it out this room unravished, the other party members be damned.