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blughxreader · 1 year ago

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... "Re-connection Session" ...

A/B/O Platonic Yandere! Dick Grayson & Jason Todd x f! Reader

You never should have let Damian sleep in your lap, especially after rejecting Dick and Jason's request for attention. Now you have their jealousy to resolve. ... Dick and Jason are alphas and you are an omega. People can purr in this AU. ... TW: Blurred lines between family and intimacy, post-kidnap, non-consensual touching, forced proximity, being forced to undress, non-sexual nudity, traditional secondary gender roles

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror in silent dread.

Dick's old shirt hung low on your frame, the neckline falling past your collarbones and the hem dropping to your fingertips. The sleeves, thankfully, covered you to your elbows, but the desired effect was the same: easy access to your body.

This, accompanied by your underwear and Jason's basketball shorts were all you were allowed to wear.

Fear sat in your stomach line a rock. You were sure you were releasing enough panic pheromones to alert the whole house, but there was no frantic knocking to save you. Just you, your pounding heart, and the two men on the other side of the door.

Wiping your sweaty hands down your pants, you gave yourself one last look before leaving the bathroom. Dick's bedroom spread out before you, filled with old memorabilia and a large, plush bed in the center.

Dick and Jason were leaning against the wall in wait, arms crossed and heads tilted back. Dick grinned when he saw you.

"Alright, good," he said, slinging an arm over your shoulder. "It's a little late for an afternoon nap, so movie time?"

Dick's scent clung to you like a cologne, sweet and tangy. An alpha's smell was already stronger to omegas, but being wrapped in his shirt and pressed into his side was almost overwhelming. Jason, whose scent was more earthy and metallic, was a small reprieve.

Jason looked you up and down, appraising your posture and expression. You knew it was useless to try to hide your feelings, but you couldn't fight the urge to look away. You crossed your arms to cover yourself.

He reached over and ran a hand over your temple, brushing back stray curls. Jason, while never the most emotive on a day-to-day basis, had a cloudy expression today. His gaze bore into you, drinking up every micro-expression you tried to hide and cataloguing each one.

"No trash TV," Jason finally said. He dropped his hand and fell into stride with you and Dick, who was guiding you to his bed.

Dick dipped his head down so his cheek brushed your forehead. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything is fine."

"Nope, that's not allowed," Dick lightly scolded. "This weekend's all about getting familiar. You need to learn how to go along with the family."

Your mind blanked as you scrambled to remember any move you've ever seen before. Embarrassment pricked your cheeks. "Maybe Pixar..."

Dick stopped you at the edge of the bed. He ruffled the back of Jason's hair before slapping his back, earning his hand a hard swat.

"You first, little wing."

Jason rolled his eyes and climbed on the bed, flopping into place on the silk covers. Dick ushered you on next with gentle hands, not giving you an inch of space as he followed suit.

You were settled into Jason's side, your front pressing into the long expanse of his body. Jason shifted and pulled off his shirt with one hand, tossing it off the bed before leaning back into you.

Your insides lurched at his naked chest, and you were boneless when he guided your head to rest on his shoulder. Jason's body was warm and sturdy. He eclipsed you in ways that made your heart flutter.

You tighten your arms around your chest to keep these stray feelings at bay.

Dick settled behind you with a happy sigh, shirtless as well. He weaseled your arm out of your hold and settled it over Jason's chest to maximize contact, then rested his hand on your waist.

His breath fanned the back of your head when he whispered, "I'm going to lift your shirt up now."

You held back a whimper when his hand slid beneath your shirt, trailing up your stomach to settle between your ribs. His palm spread flat, fingers reaching the better half of your stomach. He was dangerously close to brushing your breasts, but remained careful not to stray too far up.

Jason's hand trailed in next, gliding over your hip and up your spine, where it settled between your shoulder blades. His thumb brushed up and down in slow, even strokes.

They were everywhere. Their arms lay flushed against your body, touching as much skin as they possibly could, while their stomachs pressed into yours where your shirt had slid up. Their nudged your legs until you were tangled in theirs.

As hard as you tried to fight it, it was instinctual for pack members to seek physical contact. Touch was one of the most primal and easiest ways to show affection and community, so you knew that your days of solitude were numbered.

But this...

Tingles spread through your whole body, exacerbated by how touch-starved you were. The feeling of oneness, of unbridled intimacy with your family, sank deep into your heart.

Resist, resist, resist. You're stronger than these urges.

Your breathing accelerated. You knew what to expect going into this, but nothing could have prepared you for how emotionally penetrating it was. It was as if your very nature and mind were at war.

A steady purr rumbled in their chests as they basked in your company, soaking in as much of your warmth as they could. Jason's nose brushed your forehead, placing feather light kisses where he could reach. Dick was crooning.

Cold sweat prickled your skin.

Your hand tightened around Jason's back as claustrophobia set in. The purring turned to a low rumble and the pheromones in the air turned sour.

"Hey," Jason said softly. "You have to settle down."

You swallowed thickly to abate your fear. "You guys got defensive."

Dick nudged his nose on your neck, right above your scent glands. "Because you started smelling scared."

Oh.

You inhale shakily to calm your nerves. Jason hummed in your ear, a low, pleased sound.

"Good girl," he said. "Keep doing that. We have you."

You sucked in a sharp breath in defiance. Jason humphed. Dick laughed against your skin and squeezed your stomach playfully, grinning as he said, "You're as bad as Damian."

They nestled you tighter between them, purrs rumbling anew. Amidst the panic in your chest stirred another feeling. Maybe it's because you're getting drunk on an alpha's attention, but you felt a childish need to complain.

"How long will this take?" You asked, shifting uncomfortably between their sandwiched bodies.

Jason's face tightened around his eyes. "As long as it takes."

"For what?" you asked, frustration bubbling up your throat. "I've more than made up for turning you down yesterday."

"You need to want our touch," Dick said. He hesitated, mulling over if he should continue, then went on. "I think that if you let your guard down for a second and trusted your instincts, you would understand how much you need this."

"My guard is down. I'm completely defenseless," you hissed.

"Not what he was talking about. And that's what I'm not understanding, either," Jason said, frowning. "You're confused. You're completely out of touch with yourself."

The silence was heavy. They were waiting for you to speak, but you didn't trust anything that would come out of your mouth. You let the silence stretch on.

Jason's grimace deepened. "Are you having trouble being an omega because you were never taught how to be one?"

You scoffed, scandalized. Your frustration sparked into flames. "Because I don't know my place in an alpha's narrative?"

"No," Jason said defensively. "Because you don't know how to purr."

You couldn't respond.

You hadn't purred in years because there was no reason to. You weren't young, haven't dated in ages, didn't have any kids, and you definitely weren't about to purr for the Bats.

"I haven't heard you croon either. Or even ask to be held," Dick mumbled in thought.

Heat crept up your neck. They were wading in embarrassing waters now. You weren't a loser, just a little lonely—that's the only reason you stopped doing omegean things. And being their captive was a good enough reason to withhold everything.

These thoughts were enough when you were alone, but the shame creeping up your chest was startling.

Jason's hand drifted to your face, fingers sliding gently over your cheek. He used a knuckle to brush the tears from your eyelashes.

"It's okay to face these scary feelings," Jason whispered, face mere inches away. He looked at you with sad, loving eyes, while his scent was a whirlwind of conflicting emotion. Hope. Pity. Anger. Love.

Dick kissed the shell of your ear, thumb gliding over your skin where his hand rested. A soft rumble drifted from his chest. He said, "You're safe with us. It'll come naturally if you just let it."

The crux was that you didn't want to try. You wanted to withhold every valuable part of yourself from them and to make them pay for ruining your life.

But at the same time, you yearned to have a family. There was a vital part in your heart that was missing, one that could only be filled by belonging and love. You didn't want to ignore your secondary gender but you didn't want to share it with them, either.

Don't whimper. Don't smell like you want help.

You clamped your jaw shut and squeezed your eyes closed. Their pheromones filled the air with comfort, home, want, and it took every ounce of willpower to ignore the alphas' scents.

Jason kissed your eyelid, cupping your head in his palm. His purring and crooning joined Dick's, and it nearly drowned out your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

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You passed the night in a daze. They nudged you to try to croon or purr, washing you with their scents and physical contact, but their efforts didn't yield results. Outwardly, that is.

Inside, you were swimming with panic and haziness.

Skin-to-skin touching was starting to take a toll on you. In a stronger headspace, you could ignore the pleasant allure of touching them, but your boundaries and primal needs were beginning to blur.

They felt good. They felt safe. You wanted to cling to Jason's chest and sob in relief at finally being wanted. You wanted Dick to keep cooing and petting you like you were the most cherished thing in his life. Each kiss stoked a fire you were desperately trying to put out.

At the same time, your defiance was making them restless. Dick and Jason had begun to smell more potent and move more assertively. Omegas weren't meant to resist their alpha pack members, especially in a domestic setting.

Despite a tiring night of caressing and pleading, you didn't loosen your tight control on your emotions. Dick and Jason were still completely cut off from you, and you could tell they were thinking of ways to get you to fold.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, accompanied by the muffled voices of Sunday morning cartoons. All of you were on Dick's bed and eating in silence.

The soup in your lap was one of Alfred's "sick soups." It was hardy and chock-full of vegetables and pork, and made especially to ease the tension in the room.

Their heavy gazes kept your head bowed as you tried to eat what little food you could.

Dick's bowl clinked as he set it on the floor.

"Submission isn't shameful," he said suddenly. "Is that what this is? You think it makes you less of a person?"

You look down into your soup, lips tightening. "No, I know it's fine... I would just prefer to keep things how they are."

"Why?" Dick said, scooting closer to you.

"It's my choice."

"No, why?" Frustration cut into Dick's voice. "I'm trying to work with you."

"Is bodily autonomy not a good enough reason?" You bit back. "I don't know, Dick. 'No' should be a good enough answer."

Jason's hand touched your back, making you lurch forward. Soup nearly spilled from your bowl, but Dick caught it in time. Jason sighed angrily while Dick set your food on the bedside table.

"This isn't normal," Jason said hotly. "Omegas shouldn't flinch at their caretakers, especially when they're treated as well as you are."

You gripped the bed sheets, guilt filtering in at the truth in his words. "Sorry," you said meekly.

Jason deflated slightly, then brought his hand back up. It settled on the nape of your neck, his large palm cupping the entire surface. Tingles rippled through your body and ignited goosebumps across your back.

Jason rested his head on yours, absently rubbing the scent pad in his cheek on your hair. He said, "Did something bad happen that made you afraid?"

"No," you said quickly. Aside from being kidnapped by them, that is.

Dick moved in closer. His voice was soft. "Then why?"

"I just..." You brought your knees up to your chest and covered your eyes with a palm. "This domesticity just isn't for me."

"You need to practice," Dick reiterated. "Maybe we can give you a simple command and you follow it? So you'll get used to how it feels?"

You peek between your fingers to glare at him.

"No, really. I read some omegean blogs that said yielding to your alpha's orders feels really good." Dick looked between you and Jason hopefully. "Or we can read some articles by older omegas so you know how to handle your feelings?"

You held back a sharp comment about where he can shove those articles. Instead you said, "Only people with religious agendas write those things."

Jason looked like he agreed, but he didn't take your side.

"We can't do nothing," Jason said, eyes flitting up to Dick.

Dick sucked the inside of his cheek. "And she's unresponsive to positive reinforcement and suggestions."

Fear brewed in your gut. "What are you implying?"

Dick touched your knee, drawing your attention to his face. "You need to purr. Or present submissive pheromones. It'll break the dam so everything comes out easier."

A blush swept up your face and you jerked your knee away from him. "You can't just ask that. No. My answer is no."

Dick's gaze returned to Jason's. Dick frowned, then quirked a brow. "People purr to self-sooth, too."

You tensed. "Dick. Stop."

Jason hesitated, face pinching at the fear in your scent. "What do you suggest?"

"Full body contact and commands. It'll overwhelm her, so she'll self-sooth then default to the natural order."

"Jason." Your voice was high and sharp. "Make him stop. This is wrong."

"Jay," Dick said, looking every bit as sincere as he sounded. "I know you're apprehensive, but she won't come to this conclusion herself. She needs to be guided in a controlled environment."

Jason's face screwed up in worry. "It's traumatic."

"Temporarily. She'll be in our care the whole time," Dick reassured him. "It'll be over the moment she submits."

"Please, Jason, no!" You pushed your face into Jason's chest, clinging to his chest. Tears poured down your face as you shook. "I'm sorry, I'll try harder. Whatever this is, don't do it."

Jason's jaw set, the muscles in his neck flexing. "Then purr."

"What?"

"I'm giving you a way out. You have to trigger your primal state and ask for our care. It's not something you can do manually, so start by purring."

"I..." Your breath caught in your lungs. You were too scared to purr, much less seek their comfort for anything.

You swallowed hard and coughed weakly, trying to activate your secondary vocal cords.

Several moments of silence passed before a small huff of a rumble left your throat. It sounded pathetic to your own ears, probably more-so to theirs, and your throat constricted from embarrassment.

"Forcing me won't make me want to... do that," you said weakly, breath hitching from your tears. "Isn't there another way?"

Dick sighed deeply. "Thanks for trying."

He leaned in and kissed your neck, rubbing his hand in comforting circles on your back. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, still shaking against Jason's chest. Dick smiled softly and kissed your neck again before drawing back.

"Jason," Dick said, "hold her feet down."

Jason's hands clamped around your legs before you could register Dick's words. Your world tilted and you were on your back before you could shout.

"No! Please!" You thrashed against his hold when Dick descended on you.

Dick put a hand on your chest to keep you down, then pinned you with his knee. Your hands clawed everywhere you could reach, but they paid no mind.

"You're fine. You're wearing underwear, right?" Dick asked. His finger hooked on your waistband, pulling it up to confirm. "Yeah. Look, just focus on breathing."

"No! No!" you shrieked as your pants slipped down your thighs.

Jason kept you from kicking, although it probably wouldn't matter either way. Their bodies were hardened from years of vigilante work and they moved together like a machine.

They unhooked your pants from your ankles and dropped it off the bed. You tried to curl into a ball, but their weight on your body kept you immobile.

You begged again, reaching out to Jason for help. His face was twisted in pain but he made no move to stop it. The comforting scent he pushed out did nothing to quell your panic.

Dick hushed you gently, face pleasant and movements slow, and reached for your shirt.

"I'm not wearing a bra!" you shouted hysterically, trying fruitlessly to push his knee off your chest.

Dick looked down at you patiently. "Then slip your arms in your shirt and cover yourself."

You stared up at him with wide eyes. Was he really, really about to do this? Trigger you so it activates your omegean instincts?

When he grabbed the edge of your shirt, your heart jumped up your throat. You wrangled your arms inside your sleeves and covered your breasts as well as you could.

Dick took his knee off your chest and dragged the shirt up over your body. It slid off with ease, leaving you in only your underwear.

You sobbed loudly.

Jason scooped you into his arms and pulled you up the bed. He settled you on a soft pillow, nuzzling his cheek against yours in silent apology.

You immediately curled into a ball when their hands left you. To your horror you saw them strip off their pants as well, leaving them in only their boxers.

"God, stop," you plead, voice breaking.

"It's okay," Dick whispered as he slid into place in front of you. "We do this all the time. It's important."

Perhaps he was referring to the after-workout cuddle piles, but even those had longer pants and chest coverage for girls.

The heat from their bodies sank into your flesh and disrupted your frantic thinking. Your alphas—no, Dick and Jason, you corrected—held you like you were sacred. It was a feeling of your deepest daydreams come true, to have a pack that was so open about their care for you.

If only they hadn't kidnapped you.

The compulsion to accept their love dug deep in your mind, and you found it harder and harder to remember the reasons why you shouldn't. Your anger began to seem trivial compared to the safety and adoration they promised.

Tears fell down your cheeks again, and you clung to Dick's chest to anchor yourself. He laid several kisses on the crown of your head.

"I'm going to give you some orders, okay?" Dick said. "You'll be compelled to follow them."

"I don't want to," you croaked.

"That time has passed," Jason mumbled, stroking your arm with his thumb.

Dick cleared his throat, and your blood ran cold in anticipation.

"Hold Jason's hand." Dick's alpha voice struck you like a cannon.

The command wound around every corner of your mind. It strangled your freewill in a vice hold, suffocating any lingering thoughts of freedom until all that was left was them.

An alpha's command wasn't absolute, but it was damn near close.

Your insides rattle with a urge to hurry, hurry and complete alpha's orders. Make Brother happy.

Cold sweat spread across your back, making you feel sickly and sticky. Your eyesight narrowed to Dick's chest as you fought off the intrusive thoughts, not noticing anything but your vision blackening around the edges.

Please, no no no no no.

Jason's hand hovered next to yours, making it easy for you to obey.

"I... I c-c..." you stuttered.

Follow, follow, follow, your mind screamed at you. Brother will be disappointed.

You clung to Dick's bicep and screwed your eyes shut. A disapproving growl bubbled in Dick's throat.

"Take it," Dick ordered, grabbing your wrist and holding it above Jason's hand. "It's for your own good, so take it."

Jason bumped his head into yours and pushed you towards Dick's neck. You tried to squirm away, but their bodies kept you immobile, leaving your only option to settle your nose into Dick's neck and breathe.

The smell was intoxicating. It was impossible to fight off—his warm and strong scent flooding your head and making your mind melt.

Without you realizing, a broken whine left your throat. Dick and Jason reacted instantly. They hugged you tighter, shushing you and peppering kisses wherever they could reach.

Their scent changed too. Frustration was pushed out by love, comfort, love, and it smothered your senses. You whimpered, your whole body shuttering from your tears.

Fuck, you wanted your alphas so badly. Your brother's comfort enveloped you and left nothing else to do but welcome it.

Your guilt and doubt multiplied at rapid speed. Maybe you were wrong for rejecting this. Being close and following their orders felt as good as Dick had said, so maybe they were right about other things, too.

"She's defaulting" Jason said, words fast and nervous.

You whined again, broken and airy and filled with all the conflicting misery you felt. Your sense of self slipped between your fingers like water, making room for the person they wanted you to become—who you were commanded to become.

The heat of their bodies made your world spin. Their loving touches make your mind blank.

Dick shushed you and cooed comforting words, and the resilient voice in your head silenced.

Oh god, they felt like your soulmates. This seemed predestined, like you were born to be in their family.

Your exposed bodies pressing together destroyed the illusion of self, giving way to their truest law: you were theirs, body and soul.

"One more time," Dick muttered. His voice deepened to say, "Hold Jason's hand."

You moved without thinking. Your fingers tangled into Jason's, your palm laying flat over his hand.

Relief bloomed in your chest, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted. The compulsion was replaced by deep satisfaction, one you found yourself craving again.

You listened and did good. Brothers are happy. You are loved.

Dick's grin was radiant. Tears sprung in his eyes as emotions overtook him, making his blue irises shine like gems. Quiet sniffles came from behind you, and by the jerkiness in Jason's body, you knew he was crying.

"Good girl," Dick praised, voice watery. "My baby."

Jason's nose pressed into your neck, taking shaky breaths of your scent. It calmed him slightly, yet his voice was still uneven. "She's feeling better. Do another one, Dick."

"Kiss me," Dick ordered.

Your lips pressed against his shoulder, and again on his collarbone. Dick laughed and sniffled, unintelligible croons tumbling from his mouth.

Your mind was a haze, unable to process anything but the two alphas around you. Your brothers were here and you were safe. How had you lived without this love for so long?

It was like an avalanche of pent-up emotions poured into your body. You were relieved to be free, angry at the pain you inflicted on yourself, and so, so happy to belong to Dick and Jason.

"I love you," Jason muttered into your hair.

Dick kissed your face, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over your skin. "I love you so much."

Your inner omega melted.

Love, love, love. Their scent consumed you.

You felt defined by their love, and felt like you would be nothing outside of it.

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Dick's head was light from glee. "Did you see her stumble out of bed? She was still riding that high."

Jason didn't respond. He sat at the edge of Dick's bed while the aforementioned brother paced around his room.

Dick was too worked up to wait for a response.

"I bet it'll only take a week or two before she seeks the pack out. The attention's like a drug, you know. " Dick waved a hand. "I forgot the chemical. Whatever. But she definitely can't go back to being detached."

Jason's stomach squeezed at Dick's prideful smile.

"I feel slimy," Jason said, gripping his hands together tightly.

Dick abruptly stopped. "What?"

Jason didn't respond. He stared up at Dick with a grim look.

Several expressions passed Dick's face before he said, "That's all you took away from this?"

"I've written papers about why overpowering omegas is outdated and wrong."

"Yeah? I agreed too until we had a hurting omega in our care," Dick said. "Besides, if you feel like that then why didn't you say anything?"

Jason's jaw muscles tightened. "I said using an alpha's command was shitty, not unnecessary."

"It was beautiful, Jason," Dick hissed, temper flaring. "And she'll be happier because of it."

Dick stormed out, his good mood evaporated. The door slammed behind him, and Jason waited until he couldn't hear Dick's stomping before heaving a long sigh.

Jason hoped you wouldn't be too upset once you accepted their care. He made a vow to keep you safe and happy, and he would fulfill that promise even if you hated him for it.

Still, it hurt.

Jason's eyes drifted back to Dick's bed, to the spot where you had been lying. He crawled over and laid down, pushing his face into the sheets, and inhaled your fading scent.

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kinq-sleazee · 1 year ago

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ok ok , so i don’t want to write a full blown structured ficlet with all the bells and whistles so can we maybe just chat a bit about poly krbk tings?

E. Kirishima X K. Bakugo X Reader

TW! MDNI - Poly , Aged Up, poor writing, seggs

Imagine being best friends with KRBK and just inserting yourself into their lives as a sort of “platonic” third until it’s not really platonic anymore.

Like these two men love you and respect your friendship but the irrepressible attraction between the three of you is just getting too hard to ignore. Especially after a night out at the bar leads you back to their shared apartment.

And maybe the alcohol makes you a little bold and you make some silly little joke like , “let’s just fuck it out of our systems” but you soon quickly realize that you’re the only one laughing.

Between the two of them you never really stood a chance.

Katsuki holds your chin—thumb slowly pressing into your mouth while peering down at you with those fiery eyes. He looks bored almost. Only quirking a brow when you swallow around the digit and moan at the taste. Sweet. From his quirk , no doubt. He talks down to you. As if admonishing a pet. Calls you names. Whore. Slut. Claims that you’ve been planning this all along—secretly waiting for the day to choke on his cock. “That’s all you are. A hole”. At this point he’s pushed three fingers in your mouth. Slowly fucking into your throat while saliva runs down his arm. “I wish you could see yourself, cupcake. S’fucking pathetic how desperate you look”. You want him so bad right now. It’s embarrassing, so you can’t help the tear that falls. “Fuck— you cryin’ , cupcake? So damn cute. Want ya to cry sum more. Fuck that little kitty so hard… turn ya into a poundcake.

Eijiro is nicer than his lover, at least it seems that way at first. He holds you against his front, you can feel his erection pressing into your back. Kissing from the nape of your neck to your shoulder. Bite marks and bruises littering your skin. However, your focus is on the deft fingers skimming up your thighs , rising the fabric of your dress above your hips and running the pad of his finger over your clothed clit. You can feel him smile against your skin. He calls you beautiful. His angel. Perfection. All while fucking the fabric of your panties into your needy hole. “Think you were made for me, darling. Gonna feel so good wrapped around me. That’s what you want , yeah ? Wanna squeeze on daddy’s dick, baby girl ?”

It’s not nearly enough stimulation and you’re literally begging them for something. Anything. You need it at this point.

They oblige. Swiftly undressing you and positioning you in your hands and knees.

Eijiro rubs his meaty cockhead against your quivering hole. It’s big. Painfully so. You whine and attempt to move earning a sharp slap to your thigh. “Didn’t you ask for this, darling ? Why are you running ? Tryna disappoint me ?” And you’re overwhelmed. Chest heaving , eyes blurry and babbling apologies. The redhead hums in acknowledgment and pushes in fully with one powerful thrust.

Bakugo doesn’t really care to hear your cries so he shuts you up with his cock. With a hand buried in your hair he pistons in and out of your mouth, setting a brutal pace. He stops ever so often to let you breathe or spit in your mouth but then it’s right back to choking on his cock.

They use you for their pleasure this first time. Rutting into you carelessly, sloppily chasing their orgasms. Of course they make you cum— Eijiro rubbing your clit and Katsuki pinching your nipples — but it lacks finesse.

When the post-nut clarity settles their able to really tend to your needs. Katsuki settles between your legs, whispering sweet praises to your “pretty little pussy” then running the flat of his tongue through your cum coated folds. Eijiro joins him, drinking up his own spend while sucking on your pleasure point and massaging Bakugo’s tongue with his own.

You’re dead tired and sensitive when you cum again but much to your despair and pleasure these two are just getting started.

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cindol · 1 year ago

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SECURITY GUARD!GETOU x BLACK FEM!POPSTAR

Getou Suguru x black fem reader

tw: mostly hcs,fluff, small suggestiveness, friends to lovers(kinda)

tags- @neptunes1nterweb

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈��𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 who’s a bartender turned security guard for the new known famous Pink Spice other known as y/n l/n to close friends and family. He was hired by her manager and a long time friend of his Nanami Kento.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 who’s always in her bedroom making sure she gets up early for her chicken shop interview. When she’s being whiney he himself gets her together.

He first flips the covers off her face making her groan at the sunlight coming from her window.”Cmon pink princess, gotta get up for this interview or else Kento will have both of our asses for missing this.” You just whine in response.”nooo it’s too early.. don’t wanna!” That makes him sigh and grab a rubber band to tie his black hair up into a bun and grabs you up into his arms.”you gonna make me get you ready or something?” She just tiredly whines and nods

Getou chuckles walking to the bathroom and literally undresses you making you get in the bath, he’s unfazed by even seeing your naked body since he’s seen it before in another circumstance.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 who’s always being mentioned in your interviews somehow by the interviewer. The interviewer always tries getting her to elude and dig up a more private relationship that she and Getou have and they would be right but y/n’s not yapping, she’ll hint at it though jokingly.

“Oh why you gotta bring up my bodyguard? That’s just my friend y’all, we just cuddle ‘n stuff!” she says in a joking tone, the interviewer picks up on it laughing but continuing.”oh but we as the people need to know pink spice, do you just cuddle and snuggle is there more? Wink wink!”

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who’s so use to having Getou around her she gets lonely when she’s at any function with him, which makes her girlfriends around her sigh when they see her on FaceTime with Getou.

When Getou saw you’re pouty face in the camera he sighed chuckling.”what seems to be the problem pretty princess?” He heard a giggle from one of her girls as she came into the camera.”oh she just sad because you ain’t here! Spoiled ass!”that made her pout her glossy lips.”I ain’t spoiled and—hey! Is Satoru there?” A whine erupted from her seeing Satoru pop some champagne.”Ohhh I don’t even wanna be hereee if you and Satoru are having whatever funnn!”

her friend sighed as Satoru and Getou laughed. He knew when y/n told him she wanted alone time at this party she wouldn’t be able to even survive at that party without him around and so did her friend sadly.”tell ya what,I’ll just get Satoru to come pick ya up how about that?” He sees how her bambi eyes light up at that knowing she got her way.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who’s has compilations of her and Getou’s “ship moments” on YouTube. The main moments that are always in these compilations are when she gives him a platonic kisses on the cheeks and Getou jokingly slapped her ass making her laugh. She of course is always sees these but never says a word about them.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who always pops up to parties with her arm in Getou’s. She doesn’t really date men a lot so she always gets the excuse to bring Getou to parties she’s invited to. At these parties Getou still takes his job seriously even when she wants him to let loose sometimes he’ll just sit on a couch and watch her because it’s well, his job.

When y/n is having fun just dancing and playfully twerking on her best friends he’s right close by on the couch watching. When a random weirdo tries getting behind her he’s quick on his feet to push the man away.”Stay away from pink spice yeah buddy?”

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who has Getou help her pick out outfits sometimes before he takes her out for the simplest thing ever. She could be going out to literally buy groceries but her extravagant ass will ask him if she should put on a pink tracksuit or blue tracksuit. He of course understands her even if this is dramatic. When he chooses a pink tracksuit for her that fits her curves he makes her do a little spin.”alright, now you’re ready to go out.”

Now 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 didn’t have a big ego but he truly believes he’s the only man for y/n. even if he’s just a humble guard for her security when she’s out and about. He always gets called y/n’s boy best friend by Gojo but he very much thinks he better than just some male bestie. Getou doesn’t realize how much he’s in love with her until one night he’s hanging with Satoru in his apartment.

The two boys were sharing a 4 pack bud light pack of beers as a recorded performance of y/n’s performances of her hit song was on the Tv playing from YouTube.”Ah y’know I never peeped how much of a beauty y/n is sugu.” Suguru lightly nodded his head in agreement. Maybe it was his buzzed mind but his cheeks were slightly pink watching the Tv. Some memories flooded watching it, he remembered the exact polyester satin mini dress she wore and open toed pink heels she wore with it. He could even recount the way he spun her around seeing how beautiful she looked in the dress and heels.

Gojo took notice of the way he started took squeeze the beer can and the small breathing noise he made as he began to respond.”she is.. quite the beauty. Gotta thank Kento for managing her wardrobe, that girl would be lost without him..”

gojo grinned.”you’re such a truthful guy and such a bad liar Suguru.” Getou raised his brow.”Oh you know what I mean you bastard, you got a thing for y/n.”getou chuckled.”finally figured me out huh?” Gojo just sipped the last sip of his beer.”man.. nearly everyone has figured out you like the girl even her girly little friend group, nanamin probably knows too y’know! God you’re helpless suguru.”he grinned at the end of his sentence slapping getou on the back.

Getou chuckled under his breath.”sooner or later, youre gonna have to tell her your true feelings. y/n’s a girl making big moves lately, she’s getting more popular. Attracting the eyes of men..” gojo noticed how Getou’s eyes furrowed at that.”tell her or some other man will snatch her up Suguru.”

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 who finds herself slowly questioning her and Getou’s relationship. She always called her and Getou’s relationship a friendship but some friends don’t do the things they do. She even live tweeted in a deleted tweet saying.”do y’all kiss your friends or nah?”and even asked her girl gc too and they just gave her the good ol.”just fuck him girl” answer.

As she sat on Getou’s bed kicking her feet while he looked at her own schedule for tomorrow, perhaps thinking of how he’ll be guiding her through all the places he’s guarding her. Out of the blue she decided to shoot the question pondering on her mind.”Sugu, what are we?”

When she asked that he choked a bit clenching the schedule in his hands as she continued on.”I mean, we’re almost like a damn couple Suguru and you’re almost like my boyfriend always looking out for me and liking my outfits so..”

Getou’s full attention was on her now as he dropped the paper and sat next to her on his bed. He honestly thought he would be the one to first confess but it was obvious this feeling had been building up inside y/n way more. He notes the way she rubbed her own arm every few second and how her heels tapped the floor and let out a soft chuckle. Her mind was mentally screaming ‘please ask me out please ask me out!’

Getou grinned.”So what? You asking me out? Aren’t I suppose to be the man asking you, the woman out as your humble bodyguard.” Her eyes lit up when he confessed back in a snarky way. Inside her little brain she could jump in joy but she stayed relaxed.”so we’re dating huh? Just like that?”

He nodded in response, this confession was confusing for the two of them.”guess so.. we could keep this shit a secret because of your dear Manager Kento, he would have a fit if he got word that his Popstar is dating a Security guard.” Y/n agreed.

But of course, being the people they were 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃!𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 and 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 were so shit at keeping their relationship a secret they ended up just saying fuck it and make it public much to her fans surprise and happiness.

In a matter of mere months there’s some Instagram live moments where Getou is shown in her live more being much more affectionate with her. There’s time where she’s just sitting and talking on her bed and he’ll interrupt being so loving and passionate kissing her and the fans just eat it up in the live comment section.

And since they’re finally dating now he has the excuse of being much more possessive with her at clubs he guarded her too also so everything was much good.

Nanami wasn’t very happy with it, but he’ll just except it.

#getou x y/n #getou x black reader #jjk geto #getou suguru #suguru x reader #geto jjk #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto suguru #𝗖𝗜𝗡’𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗥𝗧 ᐢ..ᐢ !

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nanawritesit · 11 months ago

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Obey Me! Dateables: Dating a fem!MC with a Kid (Platonic w/ Luke)

Characters: Diavolo, Solomon, Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon

TW: mother!reader, light cursing, kissing, mentions of food, Solomon suggestively calls reader mommy bc he’s Solomon

Y/D/N = Your daughter’s name

Y/S/N = Your son’s name

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Diavolo:

You were walking up the steps of the palace, your suitcase in one hand and your tiny daughter’s hand in the other. After you and Diavolo had made your relationship official, he insisted on moving you and your daughter into the palace. The brothers were sad to see the two of you leave the House of Lamentation, but knew you’d be well taken care of at the palace. Diavolo would make absolute sure of that.

“Dia!” your daughter cheered as you entered the palace, releasing your hand and running up to your boyfriend.

He chuckled and knealt down with his arms stretched out to catch her, then lifted her up in the air and twirled her around. “Hello my little princess!”

You smiled warmly at how affectionate he was with your child, making your way over to them.

He shifted your daughter to rest on his hip, holding her with one arm, and wrapped the other around your waist, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “And hello to my beautiful queen.”

“Diavolo, we’re not even married yet.” you laughed.

“As if that diminishes my affection for you.” he scoffed playfully.

“Dia! I want to see my new room!” your daughter cried, tapping his shoulder repeatedly.

“Okay, okay, let’s go upstairs!” he decreed, motioning you all up the grand staircase.

“What about the rest of our stuff?” you asked. There was still a full truck full of your belongings that needed to be brought inside.

“The movers will bring it all in love. It’s alright.” he chuckled, taking your hand.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being waited on.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I will!” your daughter declared. You both laughed at her enthusiasm before walking down a long hallway to your daughter’s new bedroom. Diavolo set her down and opened the door, flourishing his arm to show off the room. You and your daughter both gasped.

“Oh my gosh! I love it!” your little girl squealed, running inside.

The bedroom was a little girl’s dream. There was a huge pink lace canopy bed, a wall of stuffed animals, a walk in closet full of pretty clothes, a tv and gaming area, and a chest chocked full of toys.

“I know it’s not much, but it’s enough to start out.” your boyfriend beamed next to you.

You whipped your head around to gawk at him. “Are you kidding? This is more than enough. In fact, she doesn’t need all of this.”

“Yes I do!” your daughter refuted, jumping up into her enormous bed.

You were about to argue, but Diavolo placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You looked into his eyes which were sparkling with sincerity. “We’ll talk about it later.” he whispered.

You nodded, sighing as you looked around the room. Of course, you wanted your little girl to have the best, but you also didn’t want her turning into a spoiled princess.

Later on, after unpacking all of your belongings and eating a fantastic dinner served by Barbatos, you had put your daughter to sleep and were unwinding in your new master suite with Diavolo. He was undressing at the bed and you were going through your nightly routine at your vanity.

“So, can we talk about you spoiling my daughter rotten now?” you laughed, only half serious.

“Yes, my love.” he smiled, removing his tie. “I know it’s a bit much. But I just want you guys to have the life you deserve.”

“We already do Diavolo.” you grinned, turning around to face him. “We’re healthy, and happy, and we’re together. That’s enough.”

He smiled affectionately, walking over and kneeling down in front of you to grab your hands. He looked you in the eye before he continued. “If you’re worried about her becoming a spoiled brat, don’t worry. There’s ways we can teach her to be humble and have gratitude. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll remain kind and compassionate towards others.”

You blushed slightly at his compliment, looking down at your lap. “I just don’t want her thinking that the life I gave her before wasn’t good enough.” you practically whispered, voice trembling slightly.

“Oh, my love…” he sighed, gripping onto your hands sympathetically. “That won’t happen. One day she’ll understand the sacrifices you’ve made for her in the past. But she’s just a girl now. I promise you, everything will be okay.”

“Okay, I believe you.” you exhaled with a small smile.

“That’s my queen.” he praised, kissing you on the forehead. He then hoisted you up from your chair and carried you over to the bed. You were giggling and feigning protest the whole time, until he tossed you into the bed and crawled over top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face and down your neck, the last one being on your lips. “I’m going to take such good care of you both. I promise.”

You sighed in contentment, ruffling his auburn hair. “I love you so much, my wonderful Lord.”

“I love you too, my beautiful queen.”

Solomon:

“Solomon! Mommy!” your son cheered when he saw you walk through the entrance of his daycare. He began to run over to you with his arms outstretched.

You giggled at his enthusiasm, kneeling down to catch him. You picked him up and placed him on your hip, looking at him with an affectionate grin. “Did you have a good day today?”

Your little boy nodded, then glanced between the two of you. “Did you guys have fun at school?”

Solomon chuckled mischievously before answering him. “Yes we did, especially mommy.”

You rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder lightly. “Hush, Simeon! He doesn’t need to know about that.”

“About what?” your son asked you curiously.

“Nothing honey, come on, let’s go.” you told him, making your way out of the day care with a snickering Solomon slinking behind you.

“Mommy made something explode in potions class today.” Solomon blurted out, catching up with you on the sidewalk. You whipped your head around and glared at him, setting your son down.

“Really mommy? That sounds so cool!” he marveled excitedly.

“It was not cool, honey…” you explained, brushing his hair out of his face. “Mommy needs to brew a successful potion in order to pass the class.” You grabbed your sons’ hand to cross the street, and he instinctively reached for Solomon’s at the same time. He always wanted to be between the two of you so you could swing him up in the air.

“Well, Solomon’s a good sorcerer!” your son giggled between jumps. “Why don’t you have him teach you, mommy?”

“Yeah honey, why don’t you?” your boyfriend teased, glancing over at you with a shit-eating grin.

You bit your tongue to keep from snapping at him in front of your child. “Because, dearest boyfriend of mine, I want to pass the class on my own. I’m never going to be a good sorcerer if I always have to rely on Solomon.” you explained through gritted teeth.

“Well, I think you’re a great sorcerer, mommy!” your son praised, looking up at you admiringly. “But there’s nothing wrong with asking for a little help.”

You winced at how sweet your little boy way, kneeling down to take his face in your hands and place a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, Y/S/N. You’re so sweet and helpful.”

“He gets it from his mother.” Solomon grinned, smiling down at you with sincerity.

You looked up at him, trying to hide the smile that crept its way up your face. You then turned back to your son. “Come on honey, let’s go get some dinner.” you told him, taking his hand and leading him down the sidewalk.

“Or I could make us dinner!” Solomon suggested.

“NO!” you and your child both exclaimed in unison. The three of you all stared at each other blankly for a moment, then burst out into laughter.

“Mommy, can I run to the end of the street?” Y/S/N asked you. You nodded, letting him run off excitedly.

“So, are you going to let me teach you that potion?” Solomon smirked, putting an arm around your waist.

“Fine, fine, you can teach me.” you sighed defeatedly, leaning into his touch. “But I get to decide what we do after.” you winked suggestively.”

“Of course. Anything you want, mommy.”

Barbatos:

Barbatos walked into his bedroom to see his two favorite girls in the entire world curled up in his bed fast asleep. He slowly crept over to your side and sat down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face as he admired your sleeping features. He then gently leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you shuffle awake.

“Good morning, my darling.” he smiled warmly, placing a hand on your cheek. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Awh, you didn’t have to do that, darling…” you pouted affectionately, placing a hand over his.

“It’s alright, really. With Lord Diavolo away on business, it’s no trouble making breakfast for the three of us.” he reassured you.

You rolled over and shook your daughter awake. She sleepily squinted open her eyes, glancing at the two of you. “Good morning mommy. Good morning Barbie.”

You both chuckled at her nickname for him.

“I’ve made your favorite blueberry pancakes for breakfast this morning, Miss Y/D/N.” Barbatos told her with a grin.

“Oh yay! Thank you Barbie!” she cheered, immediately springing up out of bed and running to the kitchen.

Barbatos laughed at her antics over his shoulder, then turned back around to face you. He opened his mouth to suggest following her, however he never got to do so, as you had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down on top of you, crashing your lips against him.

“What was that for?” he asked, cheeks turning a shade of light pink.

“For being such an amazing boyfriend, and treating my daughter so well.” you told him with a smirk.

“You don’t have to thank me for either of those things.” he grinned sincerely, shaking his head slightly. “I consider them a privilege.”

“Don’t speak too soon. I think Y/D/N wants to have a tea party today.” you giggled, pushing him off of you to get out of bed.”

“Hey, I happen to think I look fantastic in a tiara and a feather boa!” he shouted behind you, chasing you down the hall playfully. You squealed as you ran away from him, until he caught you and twirled you around in his arms. He placed a tender kiss on your lips, yelling away slowly.

“Can you guys please stop kissing and come eat breakfast with me?!” your little girl scowled from the entrance to the kitchen. You both just chuckled, letting Barbatos carry you into the kitchen and plop you down in your chair next to him.

Luke:

“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” Asmo whined from the doorway. You glared over at him, your son still in your arms.

“In a minute. I need to say goodbye to my little boy.” you practically hissed.

“I’m sorry…” he pouted, backing off. “But Thirteen has the limo waiting outside!”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” you told him, softening slightly.

Asmodeus and Thirteen had insisted on taking you out for a “girls’ night’ saying that you worked too hard and needed a night of fun. You were happy to go, although you were a little nervous about leaving your son for the night. However, the fact that Luke offered to babysit made you feel a lot better. The two were practically best friends, and Luke was highly responsible with him.

“I’m here!” Luke suddenly chimed from the doorway. He took in your glamorous appearance for a moment. “Oh, you look so beautiful!”

“Awh, thanks Luke!” you smiled, standing up and adjusting your dress. “Your timing is impeccable, I was just about to head out.”

“Hi Luke!” your son cheered, running over to him and hugging his knees.

“Hi Y/S/N! Are you ready to have some fun together while mommy is out?” Luke asked him, patting his back.

“Yes! You can go now mommy.” your son instructed, pushing you out the door.

“Okay, okay, one second baby!” you laughed, gripping onto the doorway in protest. “Thank you so much for doing this Luke. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble at all! I love this little guy!” the angel beamed, waving to you. “Now go have fun!”

You had a great time at the club, until it was time to leave and Asmo and Thirteen were shit-faced. You were sober of course, being immune to the effects of Demonus, and had dragged them back to Purity Hall with you. You decided it would be too hard to get them back to their own separate houses and threw them into your guest room together. After tucking them in, you made your way down the hall to Luke’s room.

You slowly creaked the door open and tiptoed in to see Luke passed out on the bed next to your son. Ever since you arrived in the Devildom, your son didn’t like sleeping alone. Luke knew this, and offered to have a “sleepover” with him in his bedroom so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed asking to sleep with him.

You smiled affectionately at the sight of the two of them so peacefully asleep next to one another. You crept over to the bed and placed a small kiss on both of their foreheads. “Goodnight, my sweet boys.” you whispered. You then walked across the hall to go knock on Simeon’s door and ask if you could bunk with him for the night.

Simeon:

“Alright, wash your hands sweetie!” Simeon instructed, placing a stool against the sink for your daughter to stand on.

“Okay Simey!” she replied, hopping up to do as he said.

You smiled as you tied your apron around your waist. Simeon had bought matching ones for the three of you specifically for this occasion.

Your daughter was obsessed with Simeon’s baking. To her, his desserts were the best in the universe. And she honestly wasn’t wrong. A few days ago, while you were all eating the cupcakes he made, your daughter asked if he could teach her how he made them. Simeon, who absolutely adored your daughter, was happy to oblige, and now that it was the weekend, here you were doing so.

“Mommy! Wash your hands too!” your little girl instructed you.

“Okay, I’m coming!” you chuckled, tying your hair up quickly before rushing over to the sink.

“Alright, are we all clean?” Simeon asked, drying his hands. You both nodded. “Okay, let’s move over to the counter and start on the batter!”

You scooted your daughters’ stool over so she could help, placing her between the two of you. Simeon began going through the recipe, teaching your daughter how to measure the ingredients and carefully dump them into the mixing bowl. You were the designated mixer, stirring the batter after each addition.

“You’re a natural, Y/D/N!” Simeon praised your daughter as she measured the sugar all by herself.

“Thanks Simey!” she replied, a happy grin wide on her face. “Mommy’s doing a good job mixing too, isn’t she?”

“Yes she is.” Simeon smiled, looking at you overtop of her head. He shot you a playful wink, making you blush slightly.

“Do you want Simey to teach you how to crack an egg?” you asked your little girl, wiping your hands on your apron.

“Yeah! He does it so cool!” she cheered, glancing over at Simeon excitedly.

He couldn’t help the flustered grin that made its way onto his expression, chuckling as he grabbed the egg carton. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. But it takes a bit of practice to do it well! You have to tap the middle of the egg on the edge of the counter, hard enough to break the shell but light enough so that it won’t explode. Then, you dig your thumbs into the crack and pull the shell apart, letting the egg fall out.” Simeon explained, doing the steps as he said them. The egg landed perfectly into the mixing bowl, making the two of you gasp in awe and applaud him. He did a little bow while laughing, then handed one to Y/D/N. “Your turn.”

“Yay!” your daughter exclaimed, lining the egg up with the end of the counter.

“Just be careful sweetie, don’t-“ you started, but were interrupted by the egg splattering all over the counter. “Hit it too hard…” you sighed in defeat.

“I’m sorry Simey…” your daughter said meekly, glancing up at Simeon with wide, teary eyes.

“Awh, it’s okay sweetie, really!” Simeon reassured her, grabbing a washcloth to wipe up the egg. “You should’ve seen the first egg I ever cracked. Mine exploded so bad that it ended up on the ceiling of Archangel Michael’s kitchen!”

“Wow, really?” she giggled, wiping her eyes with her arm.

“Yeah, really! It’s okay, hardly anyone does it right on the first try.” he explained, patting her on the shoulder. “I’ll do the egg cracking just this once, then you can try again next time, okay?”

“Okay Simey!” she smiled. “Can I mix them in, mommy?”

“Sure, sweetie.” you told her, handing her the mixing spoon. Once she was occupied, you looked over at Simeon with an appreciative smile. “Thank you.” you mouthed silently. He nodded with a grin, cracking the rest of the eggs.

Once the batter was done, you poured it into the cupcake liners and placed the tray in the oven. Then you told Y/D/N she could go play for a little bit while you and Simeon washed the dishes.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you told him, elbows deep in soapy water.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled, glancing over at you as he rinsed a plate.

“You’re so good with Y/D/N. She absolutely adores you.” you explained. “And so do I.”

He pouted affectionately, setting down his dish to pull you in for a hug. He kissed the top of your head lovingly, then each of your cheeks. Finally, he took your face in his wet hands and placed a kiss on your lips, deepening it slightly at the end. “Well I absolutely adore you guys too. I’m the luckiest angel in the world.”

You grinned at him lovingly, then leaned in for another kiss. You didn’t care that your cheeks were wet, or that you were getting soap on his apron. Right now you were simply lost in your love for him.

“The cupcakes will be done soon, love...” he whispered, forehead pressed against yours.

“No, I think they need a few more minutes…” you refuted, pulling him back down by the collar to crash your lips against his once again.

#obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #diavolo imagine #diavolo x reader #solomon imagines #solomon x reader #barbatos imagines #barbatos x reader #luke obey me #simeon imagines #simeon x reader #diavolo fluff #barbatos fluff #simeon fluff #solomon fluff #obey me headcanons

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lefarte · 18 days ago

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hi there... if you have time would you be willing to write hcs for levi with a reader who was a medic in the bremen army, but helped to heal soldiers from both sides? i just think theres a fun dynamic to be had there ehe. can be platonic or romantic! i love ur writing btw thank you for being there for the 7 funger fans on this website

I ended up writing this as a fic because I had several requests for a Levi fluff fic and I thought this prompt was cute in particular >:]

GN reader

TW for emetophobia

“Come on, open up,” You quietly urged. “You need to eat.”

Levi made a half-hearted noise of shame, his nose twitching at the sight of the spoon pointed towards his face.

Levi was not exactly a difficult patient. In fact, he was quite easy to handle. Even though Union soldiers would usually scowl and reject you, he never showed you any hostility. He was softspoken and intelligent, unlike many infantry troops. His only real problem was his social aversion.

He often stepped away when you went to take his pulse. He didn’t like being touched. He wouldn’t accept any praise by you, instead, he would quietly take it as condescension. No matter how you tried to reach out, he only withdrew harder. Skittish, and quietly untrusting, much like a rabbit.

You’d never forget the face of despondency he had lying on that cold kitchen floor, having ransacked an entire fridge worth of food and vomited it all out, collapsing in a cold sweaty heap and gasping and gurgling. The sound of rattling in his sternum. It was too familiar to you.

From then on, he could move and eat, but not much. You had refashioned the club into a little makeshift hospital. Securing the bunk beds with little blankets and everything. Fetching in pails of rainwater. Even though you tried to advertise it, no one else had stopped by.

So Levi was your only patient, which didn’t thrill him.

“Open,” you urged again.

“…Ah.”

You fed him the porridge, which you had mixed with medicinal herbs. It tasted awful. He didn’t react.

“I… I can feed myself.” He muttered awkwardly.

That night you brought him back, you did a little checkup on him. He suffered many of the same ailments as the others raised in the trenches. Malnutrition, shell shock, tremors. He seemed to quietly accept much of your poking and prodding, but went dead quiet when you asked him to undress.

He’d been a little bashful around you since.

“Want a drink?”

He shook his head. “I’m… not thirsty…”

“Fine, then how about I comb your hair?”

“…..You don’t want to touch my hair…. I… I have lice.”

“Every infantryman has lice.”

You paused.

“Want me to wash your face?”

“…you must be…. very… bored. Stuck here with me.” He said hoarsely. “Waiting for… someone else to come…”

“No! I’m not bored… I’m…” You swallowed. “Worrying.”

“Yeah. Me too.” He went quiet.

You kneeled over the pail of water and splashed your face. The water was cool. You carefully put a rag in (a piece of your own apron you had cut out with a knife) and looked over at Levi. He gave an uncertain nod.

You pulled the rag out of the water, dripping through your fingers, and held it up to his face. He flinched back at first, but carefully eased into it.

“The water feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“H…hm.”

You softly wiped the dried blood from the corners of his cracked lips. Moving the rag up his cheeks and to wipe his tired eyes. Levi leaned closer into your hand.

“…A little.” He admitted.

You moved the rag up to wash his forehead.

“Why are you a nurse?”

You paused, slowly retracting the dirtied rag. “Well, same reason everyone else does. I want to help people.”

“Soldiers?” He asked quietly. “…you want to help soldiers?”

“I want to help anyone who needs help. And right now, they need my help on the front.”

He cast his gaze downward and shook his head a little.

You lifted his pale arm. He made no effort to pull back. His skin was lined with scars, bruised yellow and purple from needles, his fingers pallid, cold and blue. Even his fingernails were bitten and dirty.

You dunked the rag again and put it to his hand.

“I… I think there are people who need this more…” He stammered.

“Are you kidding? There are mountains of bodies. There are soldiers sleeping on the ground because there’s not enough room in the medical tents.”

“I know.” He paused thoughtfully. “…Do you really think soldiers deserve to… be treated like this though?”

“Treated like what?” You frowned.

He made a small gesture to the speakeasy. The warm yellow flickering lights, the soft music playing on loop from the old fuzzy sound system. Full bottles of wine on the bar. Pillows. Blankets. The scent of wax and wood.

“I know no one else will come, why set this up for me?” He lowered his hand weakly. “I don’t even know what to… do here…”

You dropped the rag, standing up and wiping your wet hands on your apron. He looked up at you with a tense expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… it….”

You take his hand, leaning over him on the bed, and put an arm over him in an embrace. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it like that.”

Slowly, his other hand inched forward, before carefully putting his hand over your hair. As if you were made of glass. He ran his fingers through your locks in soft, longing fascination. Then, he sighed and put his hand over his eyes.

“I’m… not sure what to do.” He said quietly. “I don’t know how to deal with this kind of thing…”

“Just wait,” you hummed. “It will be okay.”

#fun fact!#97% of soldiers in ww1 had lice or fleas #not sure how it was in ww2 exactly #fear and hunger x reader #fear and hunger termina x reader #levi fear and hunger x reader

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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SCARS AND SECRETS CH1

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 3.6K

Summary: Your hidden secret ends up being shared after an incident one fateful day. Luckily for you the principal and botany teacher only have your best interests at heart. Recovery and growth will be a lot easier with them by your side.

TW: passing out, heatstroke, vomiting, scars, non-sexual undressing (not nudity just outer clothes we keepin’ it mildly PG and it was consensual!), Wednesday being Wednesday (so mentions of threats lol), mentions of minor character death (past), mentions of adoption (idk if this needs to be a TW but it might be a sore spot for some people so I’m adding it <3), nausea, dizziness, fever, secrets, dehydration

A/n Damn I think that’s the most warnings I’ve ever had but I just wanna be comprehensive :) this is gonna be a series so stay tuned for another part. Idk when it will be written / posted but I plan to.

Students were screaming as they ran around the lake. People pushing in the water their friends and just generally having fun. It was a hot day, so it was understandable.

Principle Weems had given the school a sports day to relax and have fun outside in the heat. It was simply too hot for schoolwork, and she agreed everyone needed a break. Except it was sweltering.

Enid was pulling Wednesday into the lake while receiving a ballad of threats from the black-haired goth.

You sat alone under a tree minding their stuff. Sure, you wanted to swim. Anything to get rid of the ache in your muscles from the heat which had sweat dripping down the nape of your neck and down your back under your t-shirt. But you couldn’t. You simply didn’t have anything that covered the two long thin scars that ran down the inside of each of your shoulder-blades. They were your secret. They were your power. You were different. You had wings.

Leaning against the tree you made out the shape of your botany teacher talking to principle weems a little way off by the lake.

Nobody knew of your power. It was dangerous to be different, even in a school of outcasts.

You closed your eyes for a second feeling exhausted and as if your vision was swimming. The dizziness hit despite being sat down and the sweating seemed to have stopped. You felt mildly nauseous. With your eyes closed you missed the sight of the principle walking away from the botany teacher to to tell off a group of students which had managed to start a small war over by the dock.

You missed the sight of your botany teacher glancing over at you. The worry in her eyes as you were the only one not in the water. You missed her starting to walk over to you. You missed it all because the dizziness stopped. The sick feeling left. Why? Because you had passed out.

“Ms L/n why aren’t you joining your friends in the water?” Ms Thornhill asked as she came over and stood above you. You simply didn’t respond.

“Y/n?” She asked and crouched down next to you. Nudging your shoulder, you simply moved limply to the side.

“Oh dear.” She said and pressed her fingers to the pulse point on your neck.

“Oh honey.” She said feeling the heat radiating from you. She lifted the back of her hand to your forehead before letting her hand settle on your check as she rubbed a thumb over your flushed cheekbone.

“Marilyn?” A voice came from behind her. She startled and a hand landed on her shoulder.

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming.” Principle Weems said. She glanced at your form now slumped against the botany teacher as she pulled you into her side.

“Whats going on?” The principle asked growing concerned.

“I fear Ms L/n may have heatstroke. She has passed out and feels abnormally warm.” She said pushing the baby curls from your face where they were plastered with sweat to your forehead.

Principle Weems bent down and placed a hand on your cheek to gauge your temperature.

“Oh god.” She said “quickly let's get her to my office. She needs to be cooled down as soon as possible. A temperature that high is dangerous.” She said and picked you up from the ground.

None of the students seemed to notice as two of their teachers headed back to nevermore with you draped loosely in their arms completely unconscious.

They made quick pace on their way back. Hurrying through the halls. The heat you were radiating, was simply ungodly.

The lack of sweat told them you were dehydrated and the fact you remained unconscious was of great concern.

Marilyn held open the door to the principal's office as Weems hurried inside with you still in her arms. She through the door into the bedroom connected to her office. Her private quarters.

You needed a cold bath and to get out of the thick uniform. It was a matter of health at this point. And all consent forms had been signed in cases of similar emergency’s occurring.

Principle weems laid you on her made bed as the botany teacher went into the bathroom to draw a tepid bath. The infirmary was simply too far from the entrance to the school and based off how quickly your temperature was worsening it was imperative you cool down. So, they had brought you here. To her quarters for a bath.

The principle laid you against the pillows and Marilyn reappeared holding you against her as the principle removed your blazer. After they took off your shoes and set them beside the bed. Sliding off your pants and leaving you in your boxers would have been odd if it wasn’t such a tense situation. If your temperature got higher, you were at risk of a seizure. Sliding off your t-shirt over your head you laid there in your boxers and sports bra.

“Cute.” Weems said looking at the small cartoonish werwolves with big eyes and claws printed on the boxers in a rainbow pattern. It had been a gag gift from Enid last Christmas.

Weems wasted no time scooping you off the bed and carrying you to the ensuite. Marilyn followed close behind turning off the water as the principle gently set you down in the tepid bath.

You shivered and the botany teacher handed Principal Weems a washcloth to wipe over your heated skin in order to try and cool you down. The two teachers where kneeling next to the bath wiping down your skin with a rag. After wiping you face, chest and arms the principal wrung out the cloth into the water and dipped it once more.

She sat you forward to reach your back. Once she had shifted you, she froze.

“Larissa?” The teacher asked. “Whats wrong?” Marilyn shifted to peer at your back. Gasping softly at the sight of the two long straight scars down your back.

“Have you ever seen this before?” Marilyn asked and the principal shook her head. “The nurse said there were no similar injuries reported in her file as far as i know. And she certainly didn’t have them when we took her medical info during the initial exam upon entry, we would have noticed such a large abnormality. Do you know what it is?”

“I have a suspicion.” She said softly tracing the scars with her index finger.

Your temperature was lowering now, and they would be able to take you out soon. You began to stir and screw your eyes up. There was a pounding in your head and your mouth felt awfully dry. The principal rubbed your back in an attempt to help you wake up, while Ms Thornhill gently tapped your thigh.

“Y/n, Darling, come back to us.” Weems said still holding you up. You drew a breath and opened your eyes.

“There we go darling. Nice and slow now.” She said still holding you up. “How do you feel? You certainly gave us a scare there.” She said and you blinked slightly confused.

“Water?” You asked.

“Of course.” Ms Thornhill said grabbing a glass from beside the sink and filling it before handing it to you.

Both teachers observed as your hands shook around the glass. The principal leaned over and placed her hand over yours to steady the tremors. You flushed slightly.

“Thanks.” You said clearing your throat.

“Darling what do you need?” Weems asked.

“Um? Where am I?” You asked looking around.

“You're in my quarters you passed out from the heat, my darling. Your temperature was far too high.” It was at that point you realised your clothes were missing meaning they had removed them while you were out.

The principal placed a hand on your arm.

“It's ok love, breathe.” She said and you hadn’t noticed your breathing pick up.

“Y-you saw them?” You asked already knowing the answer. Her gaze softened.

“Yes, love we did.” You glanced around and Ms Thornhill gave a small wave and a smile from where she sat next to the tub. You responded with a weak smile.

“Come now love we can talk more about this when you have dried off.” The principal said and you looked at her nervously.

“Um I don’t … I…” you drew a deep breath pushing down the feeling of weakness and ignoring the concerned looks of both adults. You steadied your breathing, “I don’t think I can stand.” You muttered looking mildly ashamed.

“That’s alright i expected as much.” She said and motioned towards your body. “May I?” You nodded and she scooped you up out of the water unbothered at drenching her outfit.

Ms Thornhill wrapped you a fluffy white towel as Ms Weems set you down on the counter. You lent heavily against the wall as they made quick work of drying you off.

Once you were only slightly damp, they wrapped you in a fresh towel and the principal scooped you back into her arms again. Leaving the bathroom, she placed you down her her bed.

“Marilyn could you please go get Y/n something to eat? I believe I have some cookies on my desk.” She said as she sat beside you on the bed and patted your leg. “Do you feel up to eating anything?” She asked.

“I feel a bit sick to be honest. I think i hit my head when i blacked out. I have an awful headache.” You admitted. The principal frowned at the admission.

“I’ll get you some water and pain medicine. When you say you feel sick what do you mean specifically darling?” She asked. You shrugged feeling embarrassed.

“Nauseous i guess.” You muttered and avoided her eyes.

“Like you're going to be sick?” She asked eyebrows raised and lips pursed.

“Maybe i don’t know.” You said still not looking at her and playing with your fingers. She placed a gentle hand on your chin and guided your head to look at her.

“Honey thats ok. Its ok to need help sometimes. Help I’m happy to give you. Im going to go get a bucket and some medicine and a water for you. Can you sit tight while i do?” She asked and you nodded and swallowed.

“Good girl. I’ll be back in a minute.” She stood and walked out the door into her office you watched her go. Trying to sort through how you felt.

It was odd to be cared for. You simply weren’t used to the feeling. Comfort. Odd. You heard the two teachers converse in hushed voices as they hurried around the office to grab what you needed. You caught a couple words. Infirmary, concussion and throw up.

God, you hope they don’t send you to the infirmary. It felt so cold and clinical. And despite not being used to the care and love they were showing you it wasn’t take you very long to crave it. You already missed the soft reassuring touches they provided.

The uncomfortable feeling in your stomach seemed to build. You hoped they would be back soon because you knew you were going to be sick soon. You felt the feeling clawing at your throat.

You sat forward with a lot of effort as you pitched forward. Your hands grasped the bedsheets as you dry heaved fruitlessly. You heard the door open and hurried footsteps. You felt something being slid into your lap which you registered as a bin.

Thank God. You would feel awful throwing up on the bed. That would be an embarrassment you couldn’t come back from. You felt a hand rub circles on your back as your eyes watered.

“We should get her to the infirmary.” The Botany teacher said watching with concern. The principal shook her head.

“All is well Marilyn i can look after her, you may return to your class i know you have another duty at the lake soon. I will explain later.” She said not taking her eyes off you. You had stopped gagging, nothing coming up. But she suspected that wasn’t all.

The teacher nodded “if you insist.” She said and stepped out. After a second of stillness, you suddenly pitched forward and began to vomit into the bin.

“Oh honey.” She said still rubbing your back. You tried to pull away, thinking she was grossed out by it. But she held firm. One hand on your back and the other steadying the bin in your lap which you held onto for dear life.

“No no none of that now. It’s ok. Let it out darling.” She said continuing to rub you back. After a moment you stopped. She raised a brow as you panted.

“Done?” She asked moving towards the bin. You didn’t respond for a second.

“Nope.” You said in a small voice and pitched forward again. Your stomach didn’t hold back as it emptied. You felt gross and vulnerable. Tears streamed down your face from the acidic feeling, taste and smell.

“Oh love. Its ok.” She said and soon you stoped and flopped against the pillows trapping her hand. Gently she removed it and took the bin away depositing it in the bathroom to clean later.

“Are you feeling better at all?” She asked and you shot a weak thumbs up making her chuckle. She helped you rinse out out mouth and handed you as stick of gum. You took it gratefully and chewed slowly.

“We’ll wait a bit before we try some food. Are you feeling up to talk?” She asked noting as you stiffened slightly.

You knew this was coming, ever since she mentioned seeing the scars. People like you were rare and that made you a subject of interest. Even at nevermore you were the only one as far as you knew.

Your mother was the only other that you could find in the alumni archives as despite not saying what power she possessed you knew it was the one you shared.

You let out a shaky breath. “Ok.” You said. Weems nodded and sat beside you and patted your leg waiting for you to talk first.

“It was only around a week ago.” The principal sucked a breath at your words. A week was too long for them to go unchecked.

“Do they hurt?” She asked softly and you sighed. “Only when they stay folded for too long but i don’t want the other students to know.” You said softly.

“Can you show me?” She asked gently and you nodded and sat forward.

Drawing a breath and closing your eyes. For a second nothing happened and then two black wings burst from the scars on your back. They were small but would undoubtedly get bigger. Each one around a meter wide when extended. The principal looked at them in awe.

“Angels are very rare. I have never heard of one coming to nevermore.” She said. She reached out and gently stroked the feathers, you shuddered, and she withdrew her hand.

“Sorry.” She said.

“No, it’s ok. They’re just sensitive.” You said looking sheepish. “And I’m not the first, nevermore has had my kind before.” You said tasting the strange words on your tongue trying to decipher if the taste was sweet or sour. “My mother was one.” You said and Weems looked at you with interest.

“I knew your mother. She simply said she was a seer?” The principal said and you nodded.

“I know.” You said “Easy cover. It's not like pretending to be a wolf or a gorgon or a vampire. Seers seem almost as normal as humans which means they were easy to impersonate with her wings folded i assume.” The principal nodded slowly drawing in the information.

“She did leave me something and I feel now is the best time to open it.” She said and you looked at her with curiosity. Slowly she stood and retrieved a small box from the bookshelf against the far wall of the room.

You had been left in Larissa’s care since you family had died and once you were of age you had come to nevermore.

Originally you had lived with her sister as Larissa had not had the time to run a school and care for a child. Her sister had been best friends with your mother, so it made more sense that way, so you really didn’t know the women better than any of the other teachers.

Your only interacts limited to the odd Christmas spent together and family gathering you were often roped into despite feeling like you were intruding. Based off the fact her sister, Ivy Aurora-Elizabeth Weems, was your legal guardian you guessed that made Larissa your adopted aunt in a weird and confusing way. But she rarely had time for you. It wasn’t out of malice but simply she didn’t have time, she was a busy woman. She rarely saw her sister either.

It's not that she disliked you, quite the opposite in fact, she had a soft spot for you and felt guilty she hasn’t spent more time with you.

At some of that gathering she had told you to call her Larissa outside of school hours but to call her principal Weems when on campus. You nodded knowing there was nothing behind her words, no deeper meaning but it still felt like the relationship between the two of you was strained. You kind of had a notion she didn’t want you, but you were simply misinterpreting her guilt.

To be honest you haven’t seen her outside of a school capacity in a few years. Only for your interview and check-ups for academic purposes. Frankly you could have almost forgotten she was in a weird way closer (legally) to you than the other teachers, even if it didn’t feel like it. Almost being the operative word.

“You're not mad i didn’t tell anyone?” You asked honestly surprised.

“No darling i know why you did what you did. But i do have some conditions for you” she said, and your eyes glanced at hers nervously. But hers held nothing but love and care.

“You will come in tomorrow morning for the first few classes if not the whole day. I need to do some research but from what i know new wings need a lot of care to make sure they mature properly and healthily. I will do a full checkup tomorrow morning here in my office. You don’t have to be nervous it shouldn’t hurt.” She said patting your leg. “From now on if your back hurts from keeping the wings inside for too long you are welcome to come to my office at any time you need to stretch them, it can be damaging to keep them inside for too long. This will stay between you, me and Ms Thornhill until you feel comfortable. As a part of your maturation process, we will do weekly checkups and physio to make sure everything is going ok. Your mother’s package she left, if my suspicions are correct, contain all the materials we will need including some books i will need to study.” She chuckled.

“Your mother always did find a way i ended up doing her work.” She said and you smiled softly. “Take the rest of the day off to relax, I don’t think you have a concussion but if you feel sick again come find me or send someone to get me ok?”

“Ok” you mumbled.

“Good girl. Relax that heatstroke was pretty intense and you need to have some fluids and food.” She said standing up and walking to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. She pulled out a bottle of blue Gatorade and twisted the lid off to hand to you.

“Drink.” She instructed and you took a few small sips which made her smile.

“Do you think you can make it back to your dorm or do you need some help?” She asked.

“I should be ok, thank you principal Weems you didn’t need to do any of this for me.” You said ducking your head.

“Nonsense darling. You're my responsibility and I want to make sure you're thriving.” She said, and in a softer tone she added. “After all I’ve known you for a long time even if we didn’t really know each-other. I’d like to change that someday if you’ll let me.”

You saw sincerity in her eyes as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. In a quiet voice you added.

“I’d like that too.” And she beamed in response.

The two of you said your goodbyes and she reiterated that if you needed anything you were to come to her and not the nurse to make sure it was never recorded that you were an angel.

You hurried back to your dorm and crawled into bed for a nap. Drifting off you began to wonder how things would change.

Tomorrow was defiantly going to be interesting to say the least.

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whump-and-suffering · 5 months ago

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Fic for @vocalhitches

R\\si fic! Sick!B\\rkin. Could be read as platonic or romantic with W\\sker (there's a bit of flirting but it's ambiguously not serious).

TW for smoking.

Fic with uncensored names below the cut, desperately hoping my R\\si fan vanilla friend won't find this:

It was late at night–how late, William didn’t know, as he’d long since lost track of time–and the laboratory was silent. Which was a sign of just how late it was in itself: this was Arklay, after all, and there were normally at least a handful of researchers working into the night on various projects. He paused, frowned as he glanced around the empty room–when had everyone else left?--and was about to resume his work when his breath caught–fuck, not again–he searched his pockets for tissues, and just about managed to press a crumpled one to his nose in time to sneeze twice into it. “Ha’tschhoo! Hh…hh-aTSCHOO!”

His nose was streaming now, and he slumped back against the workbench, suddenly exhausted. That morning, he’d just had a slight sore throat that he’d dismissed as nothing, but he’d been sniffling and sneezing more and more throughout the day. He couldn’t afford to get another cold–not now, not with the rumours of Alexia’s work outpacing his own growing by the day, and definitely not when it was the fourth fucking cold he’d had in three fucking months. Every time, he’d pushed through it and kept working, but no matter how hard he tried he could never work quite as quickly or quite as well when he was sick, and he cursed himself for it. Curie had kept working while dying of radiation exposure, Einstein was writing equations on his deathbed at the age of 76, and William Birkin, once said to be the greatest researcher of his time, was letting a cold of all things distract from his work.

William blew his nose, and grimaced as snot soaked through his last tissue. He threw it in the trash, and massaged his aching sinuses for a moment–still just as congested as he had been before blowing his nose, despite all the thick snot that had come out. He knew it would only make him feel worse, but he needed a smoke.

He’d started smoking again a couple of months ago, when everything with Alexia had come to a head. It had just been the occasional cigarette in a stressful moment at first, but by this point he was back up to a pack a day, sneaking around like a kid so Albert wouldn’t notice. Albert was probably asleep now anyway. How the hell he found time to sleep every night and still get all his work as Chief Researcher done, William had no idea. He stepped into the corridor, lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Fuck, he really had needed that. He was tempted to chain-smoke the whole pack there and then, but his throat already hurt. He’d limit himself to just the one for now. Maybe two.

As he brought the cigarette to his mouth again, he sneezed without warning–”H’tsschoo! HaTSCHOOO! HATSCHIEW!”--shit, now the cigarette was out. He was just wondering whether it was worth trying to relight it–they were never as good, but he was desperate, and it wasn’t often he found the time to get into town to buy more–when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“I thought you’d quit those years ago.”

William jumped, startled. “Albert, how the fuck do you sneak about like that?” He turned to face him and stared for a moment. “And why are you half-undressed?” The bastard was just standing there, shirtless with his how-the-fuck-are-you-a-researcher muscles on full display. His hair was ungelled–had he been asleep? He looked far too put together for someone who’d just got out of bed–William, with his red nose and dark circles under his eyes, felt disgusting in comparison.

“Walking down here fully undressed seemed inadvisable.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Albert sighed. “You told me you had ‘just one thing to quickly sort out in the lab’ and then you’d get some sleep. After an hour had passed without your return, I got up and came down here to find you.”

“I ca–ah–tsschhoo!--can’t sleep until thi–hi…heh…” With a scowl, William wrinkled his nose and just about managed to fight off that sneeze. “Until this is finished.”

“Depriving yourself of sleep won’t help you accomplish anything.” Albert stepped into the lab, glanced through the pile of notes William had made over the last couple of hours, then turned back to him. “These are practically illegible. Between lack of sleep and that cold, I highly doubt you’re thinking clearly enough to get any work done at all.”

Shit, was it that obvious?

As if in answer to William’s question, he felt his nose starting to run down his face again. He sniffled harshly, trying to stop it dripping onto his lip.

Albert frowned. “Don’t tell me you thought I wouldn’t notice. We share a room, it’s impossible not to.”

William opened his mouth to argue–though what he’d have said he had no idea–and instead sneezed five times in rapid succession. “Hh–tsschhhoo! Hhaatschhoo! HaTSCHOO! Heh…ATSCHOO! HATSCHIEW!”

When he was finally able to open his watery eyes he saw Albert offering him a handkerchief. William grabbed it, only briefly wondering if he was really meant to use it like this (but then, Albert had offered it to him, right?) before messily blowing his streaming nose into it. It took a full minute before he even came close to feeling like he’d cleared out the heavy congestion.

Albert was looking at him with distaste. “I won’t want it back.”

William sniffled, gave his nose a final wipe, and shoved the now soaking handkerchief into his pants pocket.

Albert raised an eyebrow. “Now, are you really going to tell me you can still work?”

“You sdtill–” Fuck, he’d just blown his nose and he already couldn’t breathe through it– “You sdtill wedt to work whed you had a code thadt one tibe,” William rasped out.

‘That one time’, a couple of years ago now, remained William’s only proof that Albert Wesker was not in fact a flawless superhuman being who remained untouched by the illnesses that afflicted mere mortals (although he was sure Albert would find a way around that eventually). Even then, he’d recovered uncannily quickly. William scowled at yet another reminder that other people managed to do this job without feeling like they were about to collapse under the pressure. Without always being tired, without fucking getting sick all the time.

“Not in the middle of the night. You should be in bed.”

William forced a grin–anything to stop Albert figuring out just how awful he really felt. “Id yours, you mbead? Thadt whad you really cabe dowd here shirdtless for?” Not that there was anything attractive about him at the moment.

Albert sighed. “No, in yours. To sleep, as I’ve already repeatedly told you.”

“...Fide.”

Halfway through dragging himself up the stairs, William doubled over with a harsh, wet coughing fit, and if it hadn’t been for Albert catching him he’d have fallen. By the time they reached the bedroom they shared, he’d given up on trying to pretend he was fine, Albert guiding him as he stumbled to bed in an exhausted daze. His head ached, his throat hurt, and he was barely able to keep his eyes open.

No-one else at the Arklay Laboratory would ever have believed that Dr Wesker would gently brush a strand of Dr Birkin’s hair out of his face and watch over him with concern as he slept off a cold. Yet that was, in fact, the last thing William saw as he finally fell asleep.

#sneeze kink #sneezeblr #snzfic #👨🏼‍🔬

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octo-artist · 19 days ago

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Calm before the Inkstorm

Pre-war yan! Octavio x Reader x Platonic Pre-war yan! Craig

Chapter 5: Scandalous Nights (18+)(Masc Ver.)

TW: Possessive relationships, toxic mentalities,slight abuse of power, Typical Yandere shenanigans on both sides, 18+ content, full on smut, dub/con, consensual, masc presenting reader

I do not condone any of the actions in this series! If you are in a relationship like this please seek out help!

Certain parts are heavily inspired by Dissonant melodies by DriftingNova

Y/N=your name

T/C=tentacle color

E/C=eye color

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~ One Year Prior ~

He’d woken up in the middle of the night from a rather dark dream and decided to go to the springs within the palace, he could’ve used his own but he didn’t feel like it, he wanted out of his room. The staff should’ve all been asleep but he hadn’t accounted for the gardener, oh he’s seen them around many times outside and thought they were attractive but hadn’t acted on those thoughts. At least till that night, upon entering the hot spring he was met with a rather flustered Y/N who had quickly tried to cover up and bow, apologizing for not knowing he’d be there so late, not even questioning his presence in the staff springs. The sight stirred something in his heart, he took note of their now cleaned up appearance, they were far more pleasing to look at cleaned up, with the dirk gone he could more clearly see their S/C skin, the roughness of their palms from years of hard work. Made him wonder what it’d feel like if they’d touched him with those hands.

He’d questioned his own thoughts in that moment, he’d never held such ideas before, but his tough starved mind and heart latched into the idea of potential companionship. He tried to brush it off telling Y/N that they were free to remain and finish their bath, he’d just come to relax for a bit. His tone had an almost suggestive tone, as if to test the waters and see if the attraction was mutual. Keeping an eye on them in his peripherals he approached the edge of the spring, allowing his night robes to fall to the floor as he stepped in. He could see the slightest hint of a blush as Y/N sat up considering their options, the blush deepening when they witnessed the crown Prince undressing in front of them, eventually returning to the water themselves sitting away from the prince with their gaze kept off to the side, as if trying to avoid eye contact. Meanwhile his eyes continued to look them over taking in every detail of their body, every scar, stretchmark, and line, allowing his eyes to linger on more suggestive areas, filthy ideas running through his mind wildly. It confused him, he’d never shown this kind of interest in any of his potential suitors, yet here he sat sharing a tub with a lowly gardener having the most scandalous of thoughts about them.

Y/N dared to glance up, their eyes catching the princes gaze. Their own thoughts running wild, many of the younger servants their age had had moments of wondering what it’d be like to be with royalty, they themselves even indulging these fantasies a handful of times, yet now they hesitated while in the actual presence of the crown heir, the two of them in the nude, everything clear on display, the prince definitely had no qualms about being seen by a servant, not even bothering to try and hide what they could tell was a rather impressive cock. They scolded themselves for allowing such thoughts, missing when Octavio finally stood up and moved right up to them, a smirk on his face, placing a hand on the edge of the tub snapping them out of it, their sight being met with his chest before he took their chin in his other hand to tilt it up and look him in the eye, as if to tease them. “You know I can see you staring right? If you want something then just ask… I think we both know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”, Octavio was surprised even with himself, his actions and words spurred on by and intense desire, his hand drifting down from their chin, then their neck, their shoulder, and all the way down to their waist, the other hand joining it, lifting them effortlessly onto the edge of the tub, going as far as to even squeeze Y/N’s ass as he sets them down once more, his eyes never leaving theirs, he feels his cock hardening further between their thighs as he inserts his hips between their knees, in his peripherals he can see their member standing at attention.

Y/N becoming flustered further and further stammers out with a squeak, “I-I apologize your highness, I-I didn’t mean to-“ they’re cut off with another squeal when they feel his dick brushing up against their own a shudder running down their spine, the room suddenly feeling colder than before. “Oh I know, but tell me, what would you like me to do? Say the word and it’s yours.”, he allows his hand to slide down to tease the slit on the end of their shaft, quickly making them squeak out a quiet moan. “I-I…”

“You what?” He teases, slowly letting his fingers just barely brush the shaft, their hips twitching, as if trying to get more but still act proper.

“I-I please your highness, let m-me have it? Please?” Y/N finally squeak out their response, their eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensations, feeling Octavio lean into their neck with a smirk “as you wish, and do call me by my name, as nice as the title is, I’d like to hear my name pour from those little lips of yours.” He finally allows his fingers to wrap around their cock, slowly sliding up and down it watching as their head throws back and a soft gasp leaves their mouth, “My my, what sweet sounds you make, I wonder what more I can make you sing for me.” He teases leaning them back against the floor, continuing to slide his hand around and up and down their stiffened cock, more gasps and moans leaving Y/N’s throat as they quickly fall into the stimulation bucking their hips into Octavio’s hand, “p-please! More, I beg of you more!”

“Say my name and it’s yours” Octavio grins as he palms his cock, the muscle twitching with anticipation as he palms at Y/N's cock feeling it twitch eagerly at the stimulation, “Say it, now.” He growls impatiently.

“O-Octavio! Please Tavi please! I need it!” They finally cried out, unable to take the sensation any more. “Good love, so obedient.”, he moves his hand from their member, using it to prop up their rear, positioning and slowly easing himself in, fighting to keep his composure. Quickly losing composure he finds himself pounding their entrance without mercy, their cries, gasps and moans being swallowed by him as he clings to them and meets their lips in a fiery passionate dance. His growls and huffs mixed with their moans in a chaotic symphony, one he swears he won’t forget, feeling them clamp down he returns his hand to their member, quickly sliding up and down the shaft to finish them off, a long raspy cry leaving Y/N as they freeze up, the coil that had wound soon snapping in them, release flying unto their stomach, the prince using his other hand to also finish himself off, the ropes of cum splattering onto the floor. The duo huffing and gasping for breath. Grabbing an extra towel he cleans up the mess, carefully sliding Y/N to him so he can carry them back to the water to relax, setting them in his lap, and leaning their head against his shoulder, slowly their breathing evens out, as the moment replayed over and over in his mind. He actually did that, he gave his first to a servant, but at the same time, he doesn’t regret it… he’s happy… way happier than he’s ever been in years… maybe, just maybe this can be something more, their little secret. He looks down, chuckling when he sees the inkling now sleeping on his lap, exhausted from their scandalous actions. He’ll send for them in the morning, he knows they don’t have a roommate, the gardeners usually don’t, he smiles to himself as he carries them out of the bath, dresses the both of them and carries them back to their room. Not a guard in sight to discover the prince and his precious gardener. His beloved Y/N.

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dystopiagnome · 3 years ago

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Jukebox is getting a reboot that’s less evil so far, this doodle ft. Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray and BFF by Kesha (ft. Wrabel)

#tw alchoholism #ts janus #ts remus #ts virgil #anxceit #platonic dukeceit #platonic demus #jukebox hell ii au #sketch-ish #Sneke #Green green dress (what a pleasure to undress)

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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Convince Me

TW: SMUT. Language.

SUMMARY: JJ’s insecurities about your touchy-feely relationship with Sarah prompts you to prove he is all you need.

WORD COUNT: 1350

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked:

So I was thinking about JJ dating Sarah’s BFF and they’re super close like they’ve known each other their whole life’s and spend a lot of time together and do everything together basically the best of friends but they’re also very touchy with each other but it’s all innocent and still JJ gets jealous and tells reader something like Sarah has a crush on her and reader just laughs, takes him to her room and proves him that she only wants him

Feel free to change anything you want it’s just an idea love 💘

Convince Me

“You know she has a crush on you, don’t you?” JJ asked as he led you from his truck and towards your house, the usual hold he had on your waist now stationed in his pockets as a sign of this insecurity. But all you could do was laugh. You and Sarah were as close two people could be without actually being related or dating. Of course, you could understand where he was coming from as you hung over each other as if you were anything but platonic, but you still couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. Especially because you knew just how boy crazed Sarah had been since she hit puberty.

“I don’t blame her or anything, just sucks seeing it all the time…”

“Are you jealous, J?” You teased as he would literally shake off the comment as you crossed over the threshold of your house. As you allowed him to distance from you so you could close the door, you watched how his entire body language had changed. The usual arrogance and even carefree existence was tense and sheltered, as if trying to comfort himself.

“You don’t like the idea of her hands on my body, JJ?” You teased as his eyes narrowed.

“No.” He spat as you reached into the refrigerator for a water to counter the day’s heat, offering one to him, before you were ignored.

“You’re MY girlfriend. Nobody else should be touching you.”

“Not even if you got to watch?” You continued to tease as his jaw tensed further. But not in arousal. In anger.

“You can’t really think that I could ever need anyone else…”

“You two make it difficult NOT to question it…” You realized just how deeply this had affected him.

“She’s my best friend, JJ…You’re my boyfriend…If not for her, I wouldn't have met you…” He paused in knowing this was the truth as your circles didn’t exactly interact unless it had been in some form of upset.

“I may want to hug her and touch her…cuddle with her…” He rolled his eyes.

“But-” You set your hands on his cheeks.

“I want YOU to touch me…and kiss me…and fuck me…” His eyes focused on you.

“Now, JJ…I want you to fuck me now…” You were lifted into your bedroom, door slammed at your back, before you were set down onto the bed. But as he was usually dominant and taking you in passionate motions, you would position him onto his back.

“I guess I’m just going to have to prove to you that you’re all I need JJ…” You feigned a pout as his eyes followed your fingers as you undressed for him. He would just stare, however, letting you be in control, even if it killed a part of him. For that, he would lift your hands to his breasts, making him squeeze the soft skin as his fingers wrapped slowly around your eager mounds.

“I’m all for you, JJ…Nobody else can touch me like you do…” You brought his dominant hand between your legs.

“Nobody can make me feel as good as you can…” You began to ride his hand as his mouth parted in anticipation, his head moving into a nod as you smirked. But as he expected you to continue to undress, you would just torment him by drawing your fingers to his lips.

“Nobody makes me taste this sweet or GETS to taste me, JJ-”

“Shit…” He breathed to the sight of your erotic ambitions.

“So do you have to question why you get to fuck me?” Why you get to be inside of me? Why YOU get to hear me…” You hesitated to grant him the sound of his favorite hum; your moans forced forward by his activation.

"Why you get to make me come? Please JJ, I need it…" Although you never had to beg, you knew he loved it when you did. This was validated by the feeling of his cock twitching beneath you as you pleaded to him.

"I want to come around your cock…dripping off of you…and maybe then I'll have convinced you-" Your words would be cut off by his sudden motions as he rose to press his chest into your own. Lips silencing you, he pulled you high enough to reveal his shorts just enough so he could prepare himself for your. Without needing to be told, he watched you dribble over his cock, eyes finding him through lustful lashes, as he growled before optioning to turn you to your back. But once again, you kept him in place.

"No, I have to prove it to you, J…I want you. Your hands and lips. This cock…" You whimpered while you took him over your entrance, his fingers forcing you to sink down on to him.

"Fuck-" You expelled a single curse, his eyes rolling as the devilish words always sounded so sweet coming from tou.

"Why would I want anyone else when I have this? When you make me wanna come already-"

"Use me. Fucking come all over this cock baby…it's yours…" He offered as you nodded.

"I know it is…just like this pussy is all yours…" You clenched around him.

"Goddammit!" He scolded, "Are you TRYING to kill me?!" You shrugged before he groaned to accommodate the pleasure pulsing through his body.

"Just making sure you understand."

"I do. I understand my girl needs me-"

"Yes, JJ! Need you!" You began to struggle to speak to the sensations he granted you with the arrival of his thumb over your clit.

"I know you are so fucking close, I know my girl’s body…I know when you need it…"

"Give it to me, JJ!" You demanded behind clenched teeth as he would nod.

"Yeah, sweetheart…take it…take every drop!" He ordered as your mouth shot and a desperate oval as you trembled over him.

"Feel it,JJ? All of that is for you…that's what you do to me-" You were positioned onto your back, too spent to remain dominant, before being set on your knees.

"Gotta watch that ass shake for me, baby…you know I love it…"

"Fuck me, JJ! Please! Come inside me!"

"Yeah? You needy today, aren't you?"

"For you! Always for you!" He nodded.

"That's what I want to hear baby…good girl."

"Faster, J!"

"Yeah? My girl feel it again? You're gripping me like you're gonna come again…"

"Yes!!! I can feel it."

"Then you're gonna squirt for me this time…come on…hold it back until you feel it's too much…"

"JJ-"

"Yeah baby?"

"JJ! I can feel it! It's right there-its…oh my God! Yes yes! JJ! J-oh God!"

"Yes!!!!" You belted in unison to his grunts and groans before feeling his warmth spent inside you. But you would move quickly to your knees, pulling his cock to your mouth and twisting around him as you savored a mic of mutual cum.

"Fuck!"

"You doubt me again and I'll make sure you don't walk for a week-"

"That should be my line."

"I'll expect the same from you too…" You winked playfully before making him come again, this time, pleading for you as he was helpless to your advances and you adored it. You made sure he would never question it again.

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romanoffsbish · 3 years ago

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Everything Has Changed

AU, MobWives! Wandanat x Reader, MobWives! KateYelena x Reader (Platonic), SecretRivalMob! Carol x Reader (brief)

CoffeeShopOwner! Reader /

TrustFundBaby! Reader

Chapter 4| Masterlist | Chapter 6 (End)

TW: VIOLENCE, Blood, alluding to murder/death, sexual innuendos/harassment, non consensual touching, torture.

Y/N's POV

"It's okay little dove, I'll make sure to avoid that pretty little face of yours..." Carol coos

"Yo-u're de-ad." I warn her over the ball gag, knowing that the moment she cuts me, she's cutting her life short.

"What was that?? Ooh, that reminds me, I want to hear those screams of yours that I've heard so much about.." She proclaims, as she comes over to remove the ball gag from my mouth after many hours.

Once it's removed, the dull ache in my jaw becomes more prominent. I slowly close my mouth, and in doing so a sharp pain shoots throughout my entire head. Reminding me of the not so minor ache in my temple from the earlier blow. My face and lap are now covered in drool, and my wrists and ankles feel as if they're burning from the ropes.

"God, you look so pretty like this, I could only imagine what you would've looked like writhing beneath me." She rasps out, straddling my lap and forcefully smashing her lips into mine, then pulling back with my lip trapped between her teeth. She bites down harshly, drawing blood as was her clear intention.

While kissing me, she began to draw her blade down my body, starting at my chest and stopping at the top of my pants.

"The shirt has got to go..." She whispers into the space between us, as she let's the torn shirt fall down from my shoulders until it settles at my bound wrists.

“Better.” She beams.

I hadn't really noticed this prior, but she had already removed my suit and placed me in a basic white tee shirt and shorts. I felt violated at the fact that she's undressed me, but more so angry that my clothes are missing.

"Where's my suit?" I whine, clearly having what one would call misaligned priorities.

She grips my chin roughly, turning me to face her, as she stares at me in amusement.

"I have you tied up, and half nude, completely at my mercy, and all you care about is your cheap ass suit?"

"It was the last one in my size." I honestly reply.

"You're almost too cute for your own good." She coos, instantly contradicting herself as she slashes a decent sized mark into my abdomen, and I hiss at the contact.

"Like I said, almost..." She replies, chuckling darkly, and removing herself from my lap.

She steps back, seemingly admiring the sight before her, smirking deviously as she watches the blood trail down my exposed abdomen. Her smile quickly fading as I began to speak...

Natasha's POV

I'm currently speeding Yelena and I down the freeway on my bike, going upwards of 100 mph, passing the cops with a simple wave of a hand. Expertly drifting between the lanes as we make our way to his warehouse. Kate and Wanda are not too far behind us in the Lamborghini Uris.

Bucky and Steve are already two steps ahead of Rumlow, and are waiting in his private jet for him. Our plan is simple, Yelena and I focus on his potential goons, Wanda handles Danvers, and Kate gets Y/N to safety.

As Yelena and I slide into the lot, coming to an aggressive stop, we jump into action.

"You go left, I go right." I confirm with my sister, she nods in confirmation, raising her gun up and into position.

I silently countdown from three with my fingers, kick the doors in, and am shocked at the sight. I refrained from laughing, as Yelena and I holster our weapons and choose to resort to simple hand to hand. It's clear as day that Rumlow left this girl in the hands of his rejects. They looked back at us with blank stares, only moving after we threw the first punch. Yelena swiped three of them onto their asses instantly knocking them out. Three of the bigger men attempted to bum rush me from all angles, I jumped up to grab onto a bar, and swing my body upwards, as they all crash into each other making this far too easy.

Wanda and Kate run in not too long after us, equally as shocked, and before they could laugh at the pathetic sight we all heard a shriek. Wanda and Kate wordlessly run passed us, then I turn to see Yelena angrily whip one of the men upside the head with her batons.

As soon as all the men are taken down, Yelena and I scout the surrounding area for any others. Once we've cleared the space, Yelena heads straight to the Lamborghini, preparing to take off with Kate and Y/N as soon as she makes it out.

Bucky and Steve sent another one of our men our way to collect the Danvers girl, and take her back to the sanctuary where she'll meet her tragic end. Much like Romeo and Juliet, she'll die with her star crossed lover.

Wanda and I will be sure to have our fun with her until he arrives.

Y/N's POV

"So, I didn't think you'd be this careless with your life, I expected you to be a bit smarter. You should've listened to your 'daddy'" I laugh out, having regained my composure.

"God, I thought I scared the brat out of you." She groans, looking at me with devilish eyes and I chuckle vehemently at her statement.

"Jesus, It's like the pot calling the kettle black here, if I'm a brat, then you'd be our supreme ruler. God, Carol, at least have some respect for yourself. Your precious 'daddy' left you here to fend for yourself, knowing damn well that my mobsters mean business. He didn't give you any power here, he manipulated you into taking the fall while presenting it to you as control."

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" She shouts, harshly slapping my cheek, then gripping my hair to roughly pull my head up. Placing the blade firmly against my throat, scowling at me, as I feel her angry breaths fanning across my face.

"I do though, we both know I'm right, if I wasn't then you wouldn't have reacted this way." I continue.

"Shut the fuck up!" She seethes, gently dragging the blade across my throat, then digging slightly as she reach the side, and successfully drawing blood.

Within an instant, she abruptly loses her shit, taking the blade, and viciously slicing it across my thighs, resulting in a high pitched wail to tumble passed my lips. The sound seemingly only egging her ministrations on, as she moves her blade to my arms, cutting at random. As she seems to have finished, I look to see she left my legs and arms a wasteland of freshly sliced marks, that are oozing, as my blood slowly cascades down onto the concrete below.

I see the exact moment that her anger seemed to fade, as she abruptly moved away from my body, and started to frantically pace around the space we're in. Attempting to calm herself, and doing everything she can to negate the reality she's put herself in.

"You are wrong! My 'daddy' loves me, and would never leave me in harms way... He vowed to keep me safe, and I trust him." She suddenly shouts, and trails off into a whisper, as she's seemingly trying to convince herself as much as she is me.

"Rule number one, never trust a mobster.

Rule number two, never trust a man.

Rule number three, don't touch what's not yours."

I bitterly chuckle out, as the door slams wide open.

Wanda's POV

At the sound of a painful scream, Kate and I run ahead, leaving Natasha and Yelena behind to take out the rest of Rumlow's rejects. Smart move on his end to leave behind his girl to take the fall, but that just won't do for me.

I'm all for the girl boss behavior, I'd even had let her down easy for trying to be an informant, but the moment she took Y/N she practically sealed her fate.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself for what I might be stumbling upon. I look to Kate who seems to be doing the same, once she nods I kick the door in.

I've seen massacres before, I've even led a few of my own, but nothing ever really prepares you for this. To see the woman you love fully, that you'd vowed to protect, sliced to pieces and bleeding profusely. Knowing it all comes down to your business arrangements makes the hurt worse. The humanity in me begged for me to run and scoop her up, to place gentle kisses to her face and whisper out 'I love you's.' However, the vengeful part of me wins out, as I move swiftly to handle the culprit.

She started a losing battle.

Kate's POV

As soon as I took in Y/N's bloody form, I ran over to her with the first aid kit.

“Kate?” She questions my existence, tears ever present in her eyes…

“I’m here Y/N/N..” I confirm, and watch her body calm almost instantly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you, I really fumbled the bag here...” She humorlessly chuckles out.

“Shh, none of that. You didn’t seem to even have a chance to, she moved so quickly.”

“You saw?”

“Of course I did, you know I’m quite the hacker.” I joke, and receive the smile I was hoping for.

“I love you, Katieeee.” She says in a singsong manner.

“I love you too, darling.” I beam, then gently boop her nose.

I then made quick work of tending to her, haphazardly pouring antiseptic onto her open wounds, and cringing at the sound of her whimpers. I then placed thick layers of gauze over her thighs, and applied firm pressure to try and stunt the bleeding. Then I wrapped the gauze firmly into place. I moved to untie her ankles, then followed up with her wrists. She immediately slumped forward into me, no longer able to really hold her own weight up any longer.

I still needed to handle her arms, and abdomen, so I gently laid her against the concrete, as she whined upon contact.

"I'm so sorry sweet girl, I promise I'm almost done, then I'll take you out to Yelena." I do my best to comfort her, while keeping my own emotions at bay.

"My suit..." She incoherently mumbles.

"Your suit?" I question in amusement while I finish up tending to her abdomen and move to her arms.

"That bitch took it off of me, an-nd I want it back." She whines out, and I do my best to hold back a laugh, especially as I hear Wanda growl in acknowledgment of her words.

"Sweet girl, I promise I'll get you another."

"It was the last in my size."

"Y/N/N, do you know who I am?" I quip back, as I meet her pitiful gaze.

I lean down to kiss her forehead, stroking over the laceration to the right side of her forehead that's up against her hairline.

"Almost done, just gotta take care of this gnarly gash on your forehead, okay?"

She brokenly hums in acknowledgment, nodding her head, and pouting her lip as she prepares for the pain. As expected, she instinctually tries to shimmy away, but I'm straddling her hips and have her locked firmly in place.

"I know, but I don't want this one to get infected, I'll be quick." I reassure her, quickly dabbing the dried blood away, and thoroughly cleaning it, before placing a sticky gauze over it.

I look back to see a very tense Wanda watching the whole ordeal. She's already knocked Carol out, and had placed her in the same seat she has Y/N in, securing her with chains. Her demeanor screams homicidal, but I can see the pain and the guilt that's swimming in her eyes. I gently nod at her, hinting for her to come over before I take off with Y/N. She wastes no time in scurrying over and dropping to her side.

"Detka, I'm so sorry." Wanda murmurs as she gently strokes her thumb across Y/N's cheek.

Y/N seems to visibly melt at her touch, and I can genuinely feel the love flowing between the two women.

"Shh, Wands... It's not your fault." Y/N tries but Wanda quickly shuts her down.

"But it is dorogoy... We drove you into this psychopaths arms, and she was only after you because of our line of work. I promise you, that from this day forward you're safe. After we take care of Rumlow and Danvers, the other mobs will know their place. For the ones that don't, they'll have to go through Steve or Bucky, because they'll be taking turns as your personal guard."

"Wands, I'm more than capable of handling myself, I just let my guard down." Y/N quips back, bringing back the funny memories I have from our last holiday party.

"I don't want to hear it, detka! This was too close of a call.." Wanda commands, then shakily finishes, as her resolve begins to crack.

"Okay, I understand Wands, plus, I've always wanted to braid Bucky's hair so this is the perfect chance to convince him to let me." Y/N concedes, ulterior motives shining through at the mischievous glint in her eyes.

Wanda releases a genuine belly laugh, and Y/N slightly giggles before abruptly stopping as her face morphs in an uncomfortable state.

"I'll see you in a bit, detka, I love you." Wanda whispers, then leans forward to kiss her lips sweetly.

"I love you most Wands." Y/N replies, as Wanda playfully rejects the idea with the shake of her hand.

Wanda then stands up and faces me, nodding, then reverting back to her homicidal look.

"Come on Y/N/N, let's go, I got you." I coo, gently lifting her up bridal style, as she lowly whines at the movements.

I move through the halls, at an even pace as to not jostle her too much, but to also ensure we get out before any secondary goons have a chance to appear. Once we're closing in on the doorway Natasha's standing there with bated breath. Her eyes full of concern as she sees Y/N hardly helping to hold herself up in my arms.

Without a word she approaches us, stopping me and gently sliding Y/N out of my arms and into her own. Cradling her entirely in her arms effortlessly as if she was a toddler...

I clearly need to hit the gym....

Natasha's POV

"Oh, moy dragotsennyy angel... What did that wretched woman do to you." I whisper against her forehead, as I place a firm kiss to it.

(My precious angel)

"Natty?" She croaks in question.

"I'm right here krasivaya." I reassure her, tightening my grip while still being gentle.

(Beautiful)

I walk her out to the car, carefully placing her into the backseat where Yelena's seated already, so I lay her down, gently placing her head into her lap.

As I get a good look at her, I'm relieved to see her bandages are clean, so she's not profusely bleeding, had she ever been. I reach over the seat into the trunk to grab the clothes I had managed to grab for her. I hand Wanda's hoodie to Yelena, gently lifting Y/N into a partially seated position so she could slip it on over her head. I slide a pair of my sweats over her legs, ever so slowly as I reached her thighs.

"I love you, Y/N/N."

"I love you too, Natty." She hums, sending me off with a tired smile.

As I go to shut the door, Kate runs out..

"I found it!" She pants out

"Found what?" I question in confusion.

"Y/N's suit, and phone."

I hear Y/N lowly squeal, then look to see her smiling widely, with her eyes still shut.

"Glad all of our priorities are aligned." I groan playfully, before taking off towards my wife.

It's time to handle our business.

Yelena's POV

Kate's driving us towards the office, where we have an underground medical facility. We can't just constantly be showing up to the county hospital with the injuries we usually have without raising eyebrows.

I never once take my eyes off of Y/N, making sure that she's still breathing and that her bandages stay clean. As soon as Natasha left, Y/N finally succumbed to her exhaustion, as she felt safe enough to sleep. As she had been falling asleep in my lap, her hand was moving around, so I linked it with mine to comfort her.

"Bucky just texted, they got Rumlow, and his main goons." Kate informs me as she takes a right into the office parking lot, then drives to the back of the building.

"I don't want to leave her, but I also want nothing more than to watch the light drain out of their eyes." I coldly reply, slightly tensing as I feel a squeeze to my hand.

"Yel, I'm okay, it's okay." Y/N rasps out, grogginess evident in her tone.

“It absolutely is not okay! You’re hurting because of that woman that Natasha, and Wanda pushed you into dating.”

“Now, Yel, let’s not play the blame game here… Natasha and Wanda might’ve made mistakes, but this was a long time coming. I’ve been all of your friends for years, and you should know this isn’t exactly my first mob related kidnapping. There’s a reason I have quite the trust fund, my parents died in this business. I changed my last name, moved from LA to NYC and became a coffee shop owner. I don’t blame any of you, I blame Carol for letting a man control her, and myself for dropping my guard enough to let her drug me.” Y/N replies, shocking me exponentially with her confession. Then setting me as straight as she could, being one of three people able to push passed my stubborn walls.

“Fine, but I don’t plan on changing her contact back just yet.” I growl, while scratching at her scalp, and she just laughs before following it with a wince.

“I love you, Yel.” Y/N beams, as she looks up to me with a smile.

“I love you too, malen'kaya suchka.” I reply, stupidly smiling down at her, then breaking out into laughter as she tries to slap me but her wrapped arms restrict her movement.

(Little bitch)

I look up to see Kate returning with Helen Cho and a gurney. Kate helps me to get her out of the car, then Helen takes her to her own room, simply to stitch the deep cuts up, and pump her full of pain meds and antibiotics.

“We have time if you want to go to the sanctuary. Helen said she’ll probably be out for a few hours due to the morphine.” My wife states as they’re out of ear shot, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me into her calming embrace, as I bury my face into her neck.

“It’s okay moya lyubov’, I’d rather stay here, making sure no one else shows up.”

“I’m right there with you, darling.” She agrees, then places a sweet kiss to my lips.

We walk hand in hand to the waiting area, and took a seat.

She’s going to be okay…

Y/N’s POV

Soon after Helen and I got to my designated room, I quickly faded—they sure got some good drugs here. Not sure why I’d ever doubt the strength of the mobsters morphine though…

I gently open my eyes, allowing myself time to acclimate to the lights, then I look around my room. First thing I notice is the horrible hospital gown I’ve been placed in, feeling violated once more. It’s actually quite hideous, like I don’t really care who saw my butt, I just want to know who approved this design. Then I look over my body, to see that my thighs and arms are covered once more, but more professionally.

I then raise my gaze to see the clock says 11PM, then scope out the room. On a cot to my right is Natasha flat on her back, with Wanda face down, directly on top of her, both with their hands placed somewhere on my body. As I look forward I see Yelena is seated on the couch leaning against the wall, with her legs propped up on my bed, and her head hanging. Kate’s lying down on the couch, head in Yelena’s lap, and snoring ever so sweetly.

My oh so scary mobsters really are quite precious…

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mlmxreader · 2 years ago

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Nur Meins | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: schmidt getting possessive with a male reader (if that's okay) because of something volkov did or said. daddy kink as well plz

summary: Schmidt has to prove to everyone that you’re his after Volkov pushes him one too many times.

tws: collars/leads, spanking, praise kink, Daddy kink, anal sex, anal fingering, loud sex, handcuffs, mentions of ice kinks, mentions of gags, possession/jealousy, swearing, a LITTLE bit of leather kink

word count: 1582

MINORS DNI

Volkov was getting awful close to you lately, despite knowing that you were Schmidt’s boyfriend, he didn’t actually seem to care that your boyfriend had a hot temper and would almost certainly start a fight; but Volkov persisted, putting a hand on your ass when he walked past you, making comments about how handsome you were that went a little beyond platonic or something to say to a colleague, making suggestive comments about how much better than Schmidt he was. You of course told your boyfriend, and he then went off to argue with Volkov about it time and time again, but he didn’t stop; sure, you told him to get lost, that you were quite happy with your boyfriend, that you wouldn’t ever be interested in Volkov even if he were the last man in the universe. But he wouldn’t stop.

It came to a boiling point when you and Schmidt were at the table talking, laughing together and exchanging the occasional kiss, with his glasses hanging from the collar of your t-shirt, his arm thrown across the back of your chair and his hand on your shoulder; Volkov walked over, and as he sat down, you could see how Schmidt tensed up.

“So, (y/n),” Volkov started, “you considered ever getting with a real man?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He smiled, patting his thigh. “Come on, why don’t you give it a try? I bet I could fuck you a lot better.”

Schmidt stood up, clenching his jaw. “Say that again.”

“Ernst,” you muttered, taking his hand and moving towards the door. “C’mon. Leave it out.”

Schmidt glared at Volkov, the most vile and venomous look he could muster as he let you lead him away; but as soon as you were away from the others, he took charge - practically dragging you to your shared room, but the second the door closed behind you, he had you pinned against the wall, his lips on yours - kissing you roughly and harshly, as if he hadn’t seen you in a thousand years. Your hands went to his hair, tugging at it to try and get him closer; but then he pulled away, you could feel every word as he dared to let a growl come from the back of his throat.

“Du gehörst mir,” another harsh kiss that made you moan against him, “nur meins.”

“Nur deins, immer,” you nodded, pressing your forehead to his. “Immer. Deins immer.”

Schmidt bit at your bottom lip, making you yank at his hair again, begging for another kiss, begging for more, always begging for more; your hips bucking against him when he placed his knee between your own, needing to have some sort of friction against your cock as your blood started to run south. You needed him, badly. You always needed him badly when he got possessive, when he got jealous, when he staked his claim.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded, pulling away from you completely. You did as he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Take off your clothes.”

You obeyed again, a little shaky from trying to contain yourself as you smiled and started to undo the buttons on your overalls, pushing them down around your ankles; you kicked off your shoes, and tugged your shirt off, running a hand down your chest and hoping that he would bite and nibble at the most sensitive spots. Moaning softly to yourself at the thought, you wriggled free of the rest of your clothes while Schmidt went into the bathroom; you heard him undress, but when he came back, he held the bottle of lube in one hand, the leather collar and lead and the handcuffs in another. You grinned at the sight.

“You’re gonna use ‘em?” You asked, and when he nodded, you bit at your lip. “Good.”

“Safe-word.”

You cleared your throat, licking your lips as you watched him put the lube down and start to stroke his hard cock. “Britney.”

“Guter Junge,” he praised softly, standing between your legs and putting the lead and handcuffs down beside you. He put the collar around your neck, and fastened it tightly. “Too tight?”

“No,” you shook your head. You tugged at it. “Not too loose, either.”

“Gut,” Schmidt nodded, kissing your forehead before he tied the lead to the headboard of the bed and clipped it to the collar. “On your hands and knees.”

You did as he said, and put your wrists on the headboard. “Handcuff me to it?”

“Ja,” he nodded again, chaining your wrists to the headboard as well. “Too tight?”

“Nope,” you smiled, giving them a little tug. “Not too loose, either.”

“Gut, gut,” he breathed out, taking in the sight of you. Your cock leaking a little precum already, your eyes filled with lust and excitement. He was going to claim you. “I’m not going to gag you tonight, I want to hear every word that comes out of your mouth while you beg for my cock. I want Volkov to hear you needy for my cock.”

The thought of that made you shudder as you tugged at the restraints, wanting to touch your cock at the image. “What do you wanna do first, Daddy?”

“I want to spank you,” Schmidt said, and when you eagerly agreed, he knelt beside you, one hand between your shoulder blades as he brought his other hand down on your ass harshly, making you jerk forward and moan his name softly. “Again?”

“Again!” You grinned, and when he did it thrice more, you were a panting and moaning, needy, mess for him; wanting his cock more than anything in the world. He got off the bed, and leaned over to grab the lube.

It was cold, making you whimper and wish that he had brought some ice as well, but when he shoved his fingers into your asshole to stretch it, you loudly moaned his name; he started to pump his fingers in and out of your ass, making you whimper and push back against him, needing more, needing something bigger than just his fingers. He was only happy that you were ready when you were panting and begging for him to hurry up and fuck you; he got behind you on the bed, adding a bit of lube to his cock just to help a little more. He eased himself into you, stopping just before bottoming out.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, fuck no!” You shook your head. “Please, Daddy, fuck me. Show everyone on this damn station that I’m yours, and only yours.”

Schmidt smiled a little as he pushed in just that little bit more, grabbing your hips as he started to rock his hips, his cock filling your ass; he wasn’t going to go much quicker until he was sure that you had adjusted to his size.

“Du fühlst dich so gut an,” he praised lowly, one hand moving so that he could grab your ass, his fingertips digging into your already sensitive flesh as he picked up his pace a little. “Du bist so verdammt gut, mein prinz.”

“Fuck, Daddy, don’t stop!” You moaned, earning a slap to your ass that made you stutter out another moan.

“Sag es laut, bitte.”

“Daddy, don’t stop!” You raised your voice, hanging your head as sweat started to coat your body. Fuck, he knew all the right spots to hit.

“Gut,” he praised softly, patting your ass gently as he started to pound into you a little harder. “Gut erledigt.”

Your moans grew louder, knowing he wanted you to be as loud as you could, to make everyone hear, and you wanted everyone outside of the Cloverfield to hear as well, so your voice grew louder and louder; each praise, each thrust, it only made you louder. Wave after wave of pleasure rolling over you as Schmidt fucked you, claiming your ass for his own, hitting all the right spots that only he knew about; the spots that made you yelp out his name as you begged for more, always followed by a hoarse praise from him.

But you knew, with what he was doing, how he pounded into you and made you feel all the right things, and hit all the sensitive spots of your ass that made you beg for more, that you would never last long; it only took him cumming in your ass, and fucking his cum into you even more while panting and growling about how you were his and no one else’s, how you belonged to him, to make you finally let loose, your cum spilling onto the mattress as you whimpered his name quietly beneath your breath.

He pulled out, softly kissing your ass where he had smacked it so harshly earlier, his voice now little more than a concerned mutter. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you chuckled, licking your lips. “But I think everyone now knows exactly who I belong to. And who can make me cum the hardest I’ve ever.”

Schmidt smiled shyly, nodding as he unclasped the leather collar from around your neck, and unlocked the handcuffs, frowning when he saw how they had marked your skin. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m sure, Daddy, don’t worry,” you gently tapped his cheek before sweetly kissing it. “But, if you wanna go for round two… I’ll be in the shower.”

“I’ll tidy up, then join you.”

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hqcult · 3 years ago

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SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend.

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all.

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his.

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing.

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer.

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast.

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink.

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you.

which reminds him…

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks.

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?"

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath.

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer.

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made.

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts.

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses.

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago.

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges.

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso.

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you.

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always.

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?"

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy."

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back.

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down.

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole.

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now.

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air.

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

"please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock.

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty."

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy."

"yes, momm — ugh."

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out.

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute.

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses.

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?"

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk.

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars.

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit.

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight.

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything.

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs.

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

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Goddess-Clarke’s Bellarke Masterlist

It’s finally here!!!! It took me literal months to compile this HUGE list of Bellarke fics but I felt like this was a good time to get it out to you guys. I feel like with the influx of canon bellarke information, we’ve gotten both validation and heartache. So here are some of my favorite fics (196 of them to be exact). I tried to group them first by canonverse/modernverse. Then by main trope (marriage, babies, canon divergent, roomates, etc). I also then put the smaller tropes in parentheses so you guys can find something specific you’re looking for like angst, fluff, oneshots or multichapter, bed sharing, smut, etc. I also wanted to write in trigger warnings (TW) when I could, though tbh there aren’t very many because most of these are fluffy. I also put a small warning when Bellarke is in other major relationships at any point during the fic because tbh I hate not knowing that.

Canonverse

*Arranged Marriage/Marriage/Fake Dating/Grounder Bellamy

-Love Will Come Through by monroeslittle (Fluff, multichapter, Angst, Smut, adversaries to friends to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn)

-In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain (Angst, multichapter, arranged marriage, grounder Bellamy, Arker Clarke, SMUT, dramantic entrances, hurt/comfort, evil Finn, fluffy moments, King Bellamy and Queen Clarke)

-Bravery by citigirl13 (fluff, angst, multichapter, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage kinda? Clarke doesn’t know she’s married?, bellarke babies)

-And Now You’re Home by asroarke (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, strangers to friends to lovers, post praimfaya, grounder Bellamy, babies, hurt/comfort)

-Just As You Are Mine by @prosciuttoe (Fluffy Angst, oneshot, arranged marriage, grounder Bellamy, dancing, light smut, slightly injured Bellamy, jealous Clarke, power couple)

- Make it Through the Winter by Frea_O (fluff/angst, multichapter, Arranged marriage, skykru bellarke, dancing, grounders made them do it, hurt/comfort)

-And I Love This Place, The Enormous Sky by Chash (Fluff, Grounder Bellamy, Arranged Marriage, Fluffy Smut, Babies)

-All of the Love I See (Say You Feel It Too) by bella-my-clarke (Fluff, Fake Marriage, love confessions)

-Stars in the Water, Blood on Our Hands by @angelbellamy (Angst, multichapter Grounder Bellamy, Bed sharing, eventual marriage, babies)

-Must’ve Been Some Kind of Kiss by @carrieeve (Angst, Multichapter, Grounder Bellamy, arranged marriage, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, sharing a bed)

-There Is No Fear by enoughtotemptme (Fluff, multichapter, Grounder Bellamy, Sky person Clarke, smut, gift giving, the one with the cloak)

-Facing Tempests of Dust by angelbellamy (Fluff, oneshot, werewolf Bellamy, Grounder Bellamy, human Clarke, bed sharing, smut)

- Two follow-ups Creatures of my Dreams part 1 and Part 2 (BABIES)

*Delinquents on the Beach/Places other than camp Jaha

-Love is Not a Whisper (Or a Weakness) by monroeslittle (fluff, oneshot, delinquents on a beach co-leaders, smut, babies, lots of babies)

-Coastal Waters by Saem (Fluff, oneshot, Smut, platonic cabin sharing, co-leaders, love realization, two pining idiots, delinquents on a beach)

-Settle Down With Me by arthurpendragonz (Fluff, oneshot, delinquents on a beach, platonic cabin sharing, co-leaders, hurt/comfort, injured Bellamy, massages, smut)

-Hot Springs by BlueWingedAngel (fluff, oneshot, Bellamy is a gentleman, platonic baths)

-It’ll Last Longer by theprincessandtheking (fluff, oneshot, flirting, platonic baths)

-Live a Little by ADbLOCK (fluff, oneshot, thirsty Clarke, post S3)

-But With You I’ve Learned Just to Let it Out (When I Used to be Afraid of the Words) by tryalittlejoytomorrow (Fluff, oneshot, friends to lovers, slow burn, delinquents on the beach, love confessions)

-Come Crashing Down by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, 3+1, post s2, surrogate parents, hurt/comfort, injured Bellamy, beach setting)

-Not With Haste by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, beach setting, confessions, mutual pining,hurt/comfort, dancing)

*Canon insert/AU*

-Thawing the Ice by Skeptical Believer (Fluff, oneshot, S1 AU, confessions, hurt/comfort)

- (You Will Always Be Holding) My Heart in Your Hands by @carrieeve (Fluff, oneshot, S1 AU, Drunk Clarke, Birthday Clarke)

- A Prayer by nadiaselite (fluff, oneshot, post S6 AU, Bellamy walks in on Clarke, light smut)

-A Mighty Fine Shindig by @talistheintrovert (Angst, multichapter, s6 AU, Clarke in a BALLGOWN, jealous Bellamy, protective Bellamy, smut in the RAIN)

-In the Darkness of My Night, In the Brightness of My Day by chash (Fluff, oneshot, post season 4 AU, Madi meets the gang)

-Mistletoe by Apocalyptica and dropshipheroes (Fluff, oneshot, little bit of angst, mistletoe, s2/3 era)

-Hold Me Closely by winterwaters (Fluff, oneshot, 3+1 fic, hurt/comfort)

-When the Sun Meets the Moon by enoughtotemptme (Fluff, Oneshot, post s2, pining, dancing, grounder festival, body paint)

-Dance With Me (find your own happiness) by orangecoconut (Fluff, Oneshot, post s2 era, drunk bellarke, dancing, unity day party)

-Faking It by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, 3+1, fake kissing/dating)

-The Night (Trip) Before Christmas by @wellsjahasghost (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2, Tiny bit of angst, dancing, roadtrips, pining)

-I’ve Got You Here by ms_scarlet (Angst, Oneshot, Post s3 AU, self-sacrificial Bellamy of course, Bed Sharing, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions)

-The Rule For All Terrors by @kindclaws (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2/3 AU, Proposal, Marriage)

-Going Courtin’ by Frea_O (Fluff, 4+1 fic, Oneshot, Post S2, Misunderstandings, Fake Dating, Hopelessly in love but they can’t admit it)

-Forget The World by winterwaters (fluff, oneshot, 3+1 fic, falling asleep on each other)

-This Fire You Ignited by winterwaters (Fluff, Oneshot, 3+1 fic, catching the other undressing, baths, hurt/comfort, injuries)

-Unity Day by bellamie-blake (Fluff, Oneshot, S1 AU, unity day, drunk Clarke, bed sharing, confessions)

-Someday by wittchingswriting (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2, drunk delinquents, midnight swim, bed sharing)

-Surrounded By Idiots by enoughtotemptme (Angst, Oneshot, S1 AU, Injured Bellamy, Love confession)

-New Beginnings by larry_hystereks (Fluff, Angst, Oneshot, Post S1 AU, injured Bellamy, Beach trip)

-It Just Makes Sense by yellowteapots (Fluff, Oneshot, Post S2 AU, sharing a bed, confessions)

-One Criterion in Particular by tacosandflowers (Angst,Multichapter Post S4, the ark is their bunker, baby making, like lots of it, denial, confession, babies)

-The Lost Myth of True Love by selflessbellamy (Fluffy angst, Oneshot, post S4 AU, Clarke on the ring, smut, confessions)

-Your Voice Will Guide Me Home by harmonichearts (Angst, Fluff, Oneshot, Babies, Bellamy on the ring, Clarke on the ground, radio calls)

-I Feel We’re Close Enough (I Wanna Lock in Your Love) by prosciutto (Fluff, oneshot, S5 spec AU, Bellamy just likes Clarke’s short hair ok, reunions, confessions, 3+1 fic)

-The Harder the Rain, Honey, The Sweeter the Sun by fathomless (Fluff w/ a tiny bit of angst, Oneshot, Post S6, sharing a bed, slow burn, hurt/comfort, going for a swim, mild smut)

-The Bruise Won’t Heal (The Stain Stays Put) by @talistheintrovert (ANGST!!!!, oneshot, anti-spacekru, PTSD and overwhelmed Clarke, cathartic tbh, gabriel-clarke friendship, bed sharing)

-Like You Mean it (Like it’s Splitting you in Two) by talistheintrovert (FLUFF, oneshot, bedsharing, finally some relaxation, post s5)

-Come Get a Hold of Me by talistheintrovert (Fluff, oneshot, hurt/comfort, touch-starved Clarke, bed sharing)

-Narcissus by lilypottersghost (Angst, multichapter, S5 AU, hurt/comfort, pining, TW: suicide attempt, warning: b.cho)

-Clean Water by @important-metaphors (Angst/fluff, oneshot, Clarke came down as a child, Luna’s Rig setting, mild smut, hurt/comfort)

-The Price of Peace by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky (Angst, Multichapter, S6 AU, hurt/comfort, fake dead Clarke, grief)

-Darling Just Hold My Hand by bellamysgriffinprincess (fluffy angst, oneshot, PDA, post s4)

-Not a Word by winterwaters (Fluff, oneshot, various seasons, loopy bellarke, hurt/comfort)

*Ark AU

-Bound By The Secrets We Share by troubledpancakes (Fluff, Angst, Multichapter, Arranged Marriage, smut, bellarke baby, ark to ground)

-Faithfully by winterwaters (Fluff, Multichapter, Married Bellarke, friends to lovers, meet cute, hurt/comfort, ark to ground, coworkers)

- In His Heart of Hearts by bilexualclarke (fluff, multichapter, smut, enemies to friends to lovers, coworkers)

-Turn You On, Turn You Up, Figure You Out by @ponyregrets (Fluff, oneshot, smut, ark relationship)

*Babies

- I’ll Surrender Up My Heart (And Swap it for Yours) by muchmorethanaprincess (Fluff, oneshot, coparenting, adopting a grounder baby, bed sharing, smut)

-Thrown in the deep End of the Parenting Pool by crystalkei (fluff, oneshot, coparenting, Octavias baby, bed sharing, smut, bellarke baby)

-Nina by cresswell (fluff, oneshot, coparenting, adopting a grounder baby)

-If I Should Fall Behind by Lila82 (Fluff, tiny bit of angst, multichapter, babies, established relationship)

-The End Where We Begin by katebishoop (Fluff, Angst, Oneshot, Adventuring on their own, babies, healing)

-The Little Piglet by bilexualclarke (Fluff, Oneshot, Babies)

-We Need a Little Sunshine by monkkeyslut (Fluff, Angst, Oneshot, Babies, established relationship)

-I’ve Been Homesick for You Since We Met by swishywillow (Fluff, oneshot, Bellarke + Linctavia Baby, pining, forgiveness, hot uncle Bellamy)

-And Now You’re Home by asroarke (Fluff/Angst, oneshot, Grounder Bellamy, babies, post praimfaya, strangers to lovers)

-Delivery Day by opheliaandthesun (Fluff, oneshot, pregnant Clarke, childbirth, Bellarke as parents)

*Smut

- Build Me a City (I Promise I’ll Annihilate It) by @indygoh (mild Smut,oneshot, platonic back massages lol)

- I Just Want You For My Own by merae2888 (Smut, oneshot, cabin in the woods, bed sharing, bath time)

-All That Was Good by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, walking in on the other, post s2)

-Wash Over You Like the Sun by winterwaters (smut, post s2, arranged marriage, the grounders made them do it, love confession)

-Blank Canvases by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, body paint)

Modernverse

*And They Were Roomates/Best Friends/Neighbors*

- Who’s Scruffy Looking? by @hiddenpolkadots (fluff, oneshot, the beard is a turn on)

-Seldom Make Passes by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Clarke likes Bellamy in glasses, best friends to lovers)

-If You Wanna Reach Me by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Best Friends to lovers, dreams about each other, dream journals)

-The Girl Next Door by funfanfin (Angst, oneshot, Fluff, neighbors, Singing Clarke, Grief, Hurt/Comfort)

-Kept Going, Kept Rolling with Nowhere to Go by @marauders-groupie (Angst, oneshot, travel companions, meet cute, writer Bellamy, running away and finding each other again)

-There’s a Nap for That by goldenheadfreckledheart (Fluff, oneshot, totally platonic naps, sharing a bed, best friends to lovers)

-Just My Soul Responding by Realynn8 (Fluff, oneshot, pining, sharing a bed, friends to lovers, summer vacation, Smut)

-I’m Swept Away and my Heart Ensnared by twilightstargzer (Fluff, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, vacation, smut, beach trip)

*Fake Dating*

-(You Might Find) You Get What You Need by Chash (Fluff, Oneshot, Fake dating, escort Bellamy, bellarke at a wedding, sharing a bed)

-I Hear You’re Somewhere in the Sand by Chash (Fluff, multichapter, fake dating on a cruise ship, escort Clarke, pining, sharing a bed, smut)

- Only Fools Rush In by mad_magic (Fluff, oneshot, pining, fake dating, fake married, cruise ships)

-Time Enough for Rocking When We’re Old by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Fake marriage, bed sharing, 2 weddings)

-The Buddy System by Kacka (Fluff, oneshot, high school reunions, first dates, friends to lovers, past cl.xa)

*College AU*

-Coming Home to You by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (Fluff, oneshot, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fake Dating)

- She Does What the Night Does to the Day by twilightstargazer (Fluff, oneshot, Smut, Drunk Clarke, Parties, bad pickup lines)

-The Cosmic Ballet Goes On by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Best friends to lovers, Eclipse watching, roadtrips)

- The Man Who’s Working Hard For You by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Friends to lovers, the delinquents set Bellarke up)

-Bedgate by Kay_emm_gee (Fluff, oneshot, Drunk Bellamy, bed sharing)

-Vienna Waits for You by panem_et_circences (Angst, multichapter, Fluff, boxer Bellamy, artist Clarke, nude model Bellamy, fake dating, former Flarke, smut)

-Wrapped it Up and Sent it by prosciutto (Fluff, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, christmas gifts, delinquents in college)

*Sports AU*

-Who’d Have Believed You’d Come Along by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, aquaintances to friends to lovers, baseball player Bellamy, volunteer Clarke, the one with the nursing home)

-Ice by rabiscar (Angst, Multichapter, Fluff, Hockey Player Bellamy, Ice Skater Clarke, high school AU, enemies to friends to lovers, Filipino heritage mention)

-The Odds Are Good by tacosandflowers (Angst, Multichapter, Fluff, Professional Kayaking, enemies to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut)

-----> The follow-up, New Expectations (Fluff, Babies, Secret Pregnancy)

-To My Favorite Scar (To All of the Stars) by @prosciuttoe (Angst, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, team captains, Foxhole Court AU w/ Exy as the sport, delinquents on a team)

-Miserable and Magical at the Same Time by @pawprinterfanfic (Fluff, oneshot, Rock Climber Bellamy, Finn’s an asshole like usual, meet cute)

*Coworkers AU*

-When You Think Happiness, I Hope You Think of Me by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (Fluff, oneshot, Coworkers, Grew up together)

-Feel it in the Space Between by marauders_groupie (Angst, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, accidental kiss, dance partners)

-A Song to Keep Us Warm by kindclaws (Angst, Fluff, Oneshot, Dance Instructor Partners, enemies to friends to lovers)

-If You Won’t Look Down, I Won’t Look Back by MeghanAnna (ANGST, multichapter, enemies to friends to lovers, bar coworkers, temporary roomates, WARNING: Bellarke in other relationships)

-I Don’t Wanna Dance (If I’m Not Dancing With You) by danahscott (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, proposal, enemies to friends to lovers, dancer Bellarke, coworkers)

-Under (The) Covers by @hawthornewhisperer (Angst, Fluff, fake married, co-spies, smut, hurt/comfort, worried Bellamy)

*Farm AU*

-A Place Called Home by @the-most-beautiful-broom (Angst, Oneshot, Enemies to friends to lovers, Farmer Bellamy, Eventual Farmer Clarke, Mom Clarke, Dancing Bellarke)

-Without Giving Anything Away by Chash (Fluff, Oneshot, Farmer Bellamy, Mail Order Bride but not problematic, not one but TWO Bellarke Weddings!)

-Willing to Wait For It by Layalioness (Fluff, oneshot, friends to lovers, fake dating, farmer Bellamy, Veterinarian Clarke, high school reunions)

-The Land was Godless and Free by @hawthornewhisperer (Angst, Fluff, Multichapter, Farmer Clarke, Mama Clarke, Madi, slow burn, hurt/comfort, proposal, warning:past c/exa and b/ina)

-I Choose You by winterwaters (Fluff, oneshot, kind of arranged marriage, regency AU, sharing a bed, smut)

*Married and/or Babies*

-Regardless Of Warnings The Future Doesn’t Scare Me At All by Chash (fluff, multichapter, strangers to friends to lovers, roommates, pregnant Clarke but Finn’s the Dad and is a dirtbag, eventual marriage)

-She’ll Knock You Off Your Feet by AshesandDrums (Fluff, oneshot, featuring the delinquents, bachelor parties, married)

-Save the Last Dance (For Me) by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (Fluff, oneshot, best friends to lovers, mom Clarke, kinda dad Bellamy?)

-Love You True by nakeycatstakebaths (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, unplanned pregnancy, soldier Bellamy, injured Bellamy)

-Spent a Dollar on this Ring by prosciutto (Fluff, oneshot, coworkers, friends with benefits, babies, love confessions)

*Coffeeshop/Diner/Small Town/Flower Shop/Vacation*

-Not an Average (Cup of) Joe by Kacka (fluff, oneshot, tea shop owner Bellamy, customer Clarke)

- Wrong Number by @bookwormforalways (Fluff, oneshot, Accidental Meeting)

-The Nature of My Game by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Flower Shop AU Flirting via flowers)

-It’s Been Said Many Times, Many Ways by @hawthornewhisperer (Angst, multichapter, Smut, Small Town AU, big city Clarke, bookstore owner Bellamy, enemies to lovers)

-Of Coffee and Magic by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky (Fluff, oneshot, tiny bit angsty, Witch Clarke, Coffee Shop Clarke)

-Just Cake by penguinofprose (fluff, oneshot, Baking show AU, enemies to friends to lovers, love confessions)

-The New Guy In Town by @bookwormforalways (Fluff, oneshot, meet cute, misunderstandings, flirting)

*Regency/Royalty AU*

-Traces of You by @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold (Angst, multichapter, Royalty, Adversaries to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, King Bellamy, Princess Clarke)

-Pride and Proposals by anniebibananie (Angst, fluff, oneshot, arranged marriage, loosely based on pride and prejudice, love confession, proposal)

-Intimacy by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, multichapter, Regency AU, Strangers to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Wedding Night, Smut)

-Sequel to above: Dutiful (Smut, Fluff, Babies)

-A Change of Heart by @queenemori (Angst, oneshot, Regency AU, Enemies to friends to lovers, body swap, sanditon AU)

-I Was in the Middle Before I Knew I Had Begun by kacka (Angst, oneshot, fluff, Regency AU, arranged marriage, enemies to friends to lovers)

-A Million Little Times by prvncess (Fluff, oneshot, Royalty, Drama, Princess Clarke, Knight Bellamy, Smut, Sneaking around)

- It Had to Be You by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, multichapter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, a kiss in the gardens)

-All of Your Children Start to Resent You by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, marriage, regency AU)

-When You’re Alone With Me by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, oneshot, regency AU, arranged marriage, soulmates, soulmate dream sex, mild smut, proposals)

-Tell My Heart to Lie by @hiddenpolkadots (Angst,Royalty, Misunderstandings, Arranged Marriage, Princess Clarke, Exes)

-Worth the Trouble and Worth the Pain by Chash (Fluff/Angst, oneshot, Royalty Clarke, knight Bellamy, kind of arranged marriage, mutual pining)

-I Know That Fortune Is Waiting to Be Kind by Chash (Fluff, oneshot, Royalty Bellarke, Arranged Marriage, partners in crime)

-Reason and Rationality by Penguinofprose (Fluff, oneshot, Regency AU, pen pals, love confessions, two pining idiots, marriage)

-When You’re Alone With Me by @useyourtelescope (Fluff, oneshot, semi-arranged marriage, soulmates, light smut)

*Holiday*

-It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas by @thelittlefanpire (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, Babies, Married Bellarke)

-I’ll Be Home for Christmas (If Only in my Dreams) by @head-and-heart (Angst, Fluff, oneshot, Christmas AU, Based on Christmas Inheritance, enemies to friends to lovers, runaway Clarke)

-Wrapped It Up and Sent It by prosciutto (fluff, Oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, college AU, christmas AU, Clarke gets the best gifts, librarian Bellamy)

-Light My Way, Lift My Head by marauders_groupie (Fluff, oneshot, flirting, Christmas, broken radiators= less clothing and more tension)

-Chance of Snow Increases by @kinetic-elaboration (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, College AU)

-Gonna Find That Girl Underneath the Mistletoe by @carrieeve (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, Roomates, Sharing a bed, Meeting the family)

- The Night Before Christmas by penguinofprose (Fluff, oneshot, Christmas, roommates, Smut)

-Would it Really Kill You if We Kissed by arysa13 (fluff, oneshot, new years eve, everyone wants to kiss Clarke, new years eve kiss)

- Hold My Hand (I’m Lost Without You) by @bookwormforalways (Fluff, oneshot, Halloween, Corn Maze, Best friends to lovers, confessions)

-Safe Harbor by elle_stone (Fluff, oneshot, a little bit of angst, halloween, friends to lovers, first kisses)

-Maybe Mother Told You True (and There’ll Always Be Somebody There For You) by @excuseyouclarke (Fluff, oneshot, Valentines Day, coffee shop Bellamy, Artist Clarke)

-Just the Way you Are by pawprinterfanfic (Fluff, oneshot, confessions, brief jealousy)

-February the Fourteenth by penguinofprose (Fluff, oneshot, valentines day AU, best friends to lovers, oblivious Clarke, pining Bellamy)

*Random/Fantasy*

- The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent to (Is When I’m Alone With You) by excuseyouclarke (Fluff, oneshot, Greek Goddess Clarke, True Love)

-How to Save a Kingdom by @wellsjahasghost (angst, fluff, oneshot, Ancient Egypt, Arranged Marriage, enemies to friends to lovers, pining, soulmates, warning: Clarke gets married to someone else for a brief time)

-With a Mouthful of Thorns by @angelbellamy (Angst/fluff, Oneshot, Friends to Lovers, faerie Bellamy, werewolf Bellamy, human Clarke, sharing a bed, epic confessions)

-Oh Darling, Here’s Hoping by @angelbellamy (Angst/Fluff, Oneshot, werewolf Bellamy, Human Clarke, marriage, protective Bellamy)

-This is a Song about Somebody Else by @angelbellamy (Angst, multichapter, enemies to friends to lovers, post-apocalyptic, roadtrip au, hurt/comfort

-Hearts are Only Strangers After All by @useyourtelescope (Angst, multichapter, enemies to married to lovers?, regency AU but with magic, historian Bellamy, heist, married bellarke, mystery, miscommunications, mutual pining)

-Our Words are Not Yet Written by @she_who_the_river_could_not_hold (angst, oneshot, post apocalyptic AU, roadtrip, strangers to lovers)

-Don’t Look Back, You’re not Going that Way by andsowemeetagain (ANGST, multichapter, Viking Bellamy, enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to lovers to friends to lovers L M A O, soulmates, King Bellamy, Marriage, Babies)

-The Clockmaker (Fixer of Hearts) by MercuryM (Angsty Fluff, oneshot, soulmates)

*Smut*

-Sometimes I can’t Believe You’re Real by Venetum (Fluff, oneshot, Smut, College AU)

-Lost and Found by hawthornewhisperer (Smut, oneshot, deserted island, strangers to lovers)

-Calendar Girls by arysa13 (Smut, multichapter, Fluff I guess?)

-You Look Good In My Shirt by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, Friends to lovers, strip basketball)

- Better to Give Than to Receive by Chash (Smut, oneshot, aka the one with the coupon book)

-In All the Land by Chash (Smut, Queen Clarke, PWP)

-Phone a Friend by Chash (Smut, oneshot, Threesomes, hopeless idiots in love, minor Gina/Roan involvement)

-Sun lights Up the Daytime by Chash (Smut, oneshot, pollen, pining idiots of course)

-This is a Good Place to Fall as Any by missmarissa (smut, oneshot, magic Clarke, walking in on the other)

-Challenge Accepted by insideimfeelindirty (smut, multichapter, with plot, coworkers, sexting)

-Sparks Fly by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, bartender Bellamy, hooking up in the bar)

-Stumbling Upon Cosmos by flirtingwithtrackers (Smut, oneshot, masquerade party, semi-public sex, family bbq’s get awkward)

-Lights, Camera, Action from orphan_account (smut, oneshot, some plot, dating, barista Bellamy, camgirl Clarke)

-Tastes Sweet Like Sugar by lightyears (Smut, oneshot, walking in)

-Game On by winterwaters (Smut, oneshot, basketball+drinking games)

*Based on other books/movies/TV shows*

-I Found Peace In Your Violence by @eyessharpweaponshot (Angst, multichapter, Adversaries to Friends to Lovers, Protective Bellamy, Hurt/Comfort, Smut)

-His Moon, His Light in the Darkness by @andsowemeetagain (ANGST, ACOTAR AU, multichapter, fae Bellamy, Human Clarke, Magical powers, smut, evil Finn and Roan)

-Waltz Through my Bloodstream by @talistheintrovert (Angst, Fluff, Multichapter, Princess Diaries AU, Princess Clarke, enemies to friends to lovers, the BEST love confessions)

-Power Over Me by @sparklyfairymira (Angst w/ fluff thrown in, multichapter, Smut, Witcher AU)

-When the Wolves Come Home by @pawprinterfanfic (Angst, multichapter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, WIP, Percy Jackson AU, Greek Gods, S/O to my girl pawprinter- you’re the best)

- Life As We Know It by @nakey-cats-take-bathsss (ANGST OOO BABY THE ANGST, multichapter, enemies to coparents to friends to lovers, eventual marriage, smut, babies, based on movie of the same title, warning: other relationships)

-Can’t Buy Me Love by @kay-emm-gee (Angst, oneshot, Enemies to Lovers, North and South AU, big love confession at a train station)

-Made Out Of Blood and Rust by Chash (Temeraire AU, multichapter, Dragons, Dragon Rider Clarke, Crewmate Bellamy, l.xa as a dragon? lol)

-Comfort and Joy by Chash (fluff, Harry Potter AU, oneshot, quidditch co-captains, oblivious Bellamy)

-Pro Bono by Chash (fluff, Harry Potter AU, oneshot, Slytherin Clarke, Gryffindor Bellamy, prefects, flirting via the points system)

-What’s a Little Quaffle Between Friends by @talistheintrovert (Angst, Fluff, Harry Potter AU, multichapter, healer Clarke, Quidditch player Bellamy, slow burn, hurt/comfort)

----> the follow-up, Finders Keepers (Smutty Harry Potter AU)

-Potions et Patroni by @chants-de-lune (Angst, oneshot, Harry Potter AU, slytherin Clarke, Gryffindor Bellamy, professors, soulmates)

-Oy With The Poodles Series by Kacka (features 3 Fics, Angst, Diner Owner Clarke, Gilmore Girls Setting, Small Towns, warning! Clarke dates Finn for a brief time)

-Take My Hand by winterwaters (Angst, So You Think You Can Dance AU, oneshot, enemies to friends to lovers, dance partners, smut)

-Passing of the Skye Boat by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky (Angst, Fluff, Multichapter, Outlander AU but make it futuristic, arranged marriage, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort, babies, separations but happy ending)

-The Fire Is Coming by adelicatepeach (Angst, oneshot, Pacific Rim AU, enemies to friends to lovers, co-pilot Bellarke, hurt/comfort)

-Sleight of Hand by prosciutto (Angst, multichapter, Six of Crows AU, Enemies to friends to lovers, smut, heist AU)

-Who We Have to Be by xtimexturnerx (angst, Divergent AU, multichapter, WIP)

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fic #bellarke fanfic #bellarke smut #the 100 fanfiction #fic recs #my post

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Calm before the Inkstorm

Pre-war yan! Octavio x reader x platonic pre-war yan! Craig

Chapter 5: Scandalous Nights (18+)(Fem Ver.)

TW: Possessive relationships, toxic mentalities,slight abuse of power, Typical Yandere shenanigans on both sides, 18+ content, full on smut, dub/con, consensual, fem presenting reader

I do not condone any of the actions in this series! If you are in a relationship like this please seek out help!

Certain parts are heavily inspired by Dissonant melodies by DriftingNova

Y/N=your name

T/C=tentacle color

E/C=eye color

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~ One Year Prior ~

Y/N becoming flustered further and further stammers out with a squeak, “I-I apologize your highness, I-I didn’t mean to-“ they’re cut off with another squeal when they feel his dick brushing up against their opening a shudder running down their spine, the room suddenly feeling colder than before. “Oh I know, but tell me, what would you like me to do? Say the word and it’s yours.”, he allows his hand to slide down to tease their entrance, quickly finding that little bundle making them squeak out a quiet moan. “I-I…”

“You what?” He teases, slowly letting his fingers just barely enter, their hips twitching, as if trying to get more but still act proper.

“I-I please your highness, let m-me have it? Please?” Y/N finally squeak out their response, their eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensations, feeling Octavio lean into their neck with a smirk “as you wish, and do call me by my name, as nice as the title is, I’d like to hear my name pour from those little lips of yours.” He finally allows his fingers to fully enter, dragging them against that bundle of nerves watching as their head throws back and a soft gasp leaves their mouth, “My my, what sweet sounds you make, I wonder what more I can make you sing for me.” He teases leaning them back against the floor, continuing to slide his fingers in and out of their soft walls, soon adding another to hoping them, more gasps and moans leaving Y/N’s throat as they quickly fall into the stimulation bucking their hips into Octavio’s hand, “p-please! More, I beg of you more!”

“Say my name and it’s yours” Octavio grins as he palms his cock, the muscle twitching with anticipation as Y/N’s gummy walls continue to twitch and suck in his fingers, a fourth joining, Octavio pushing them further by spreading them out deep inside, “Say it, now.” He growls impatiently.

“O-Octavio! Please Tavi please! I need it!” They finally cried out, unable to take the sensation any more. “Good love, so obedient.”, he removes his fingers and soon replaces them with his own member, sliding in almost effortlessly from all the lubricant Y/N had produced from his prior actions. Quickly losing composure he finds himself pounding their entrance without mercy, their cries, gasps and moans being swallowed by him as he clings to them and meets their lips in a fiery passionate dance. His growls and huffs mixed with their moans in a chaotic symphony, one he swears he won’t forget, feeling them clamp down he pulls out, once more using his fingers to finish them off, a long raspy cry leaving Y/N as they freeze up, the coil that had wound soon snapping in them, the prince using his other hand to also finish himself off, the ropes of cum splattering onto the floor. The duo huffing and gasping for breath. Grabbing an extra towel he cleans up the mess, carefully sliding Y/N to him so he can carry them back to the water to relax, setting them in his lap, and leaning their head against his shoulder, slowly their breathing evens out, as the moment replayed over and over in his mind. He actually did that, he gave his first to a servant, but at the same time, he doesn’t regret it… he’s happy… way happier than he’s ever been in years… maybe, just maybe this can be something more, their little secret. He looks down, chuckling when he sees the inkling now sleeping on his lap, exhausted from their scandalous actions. He’ll send for them in the morning, he knows they don’t have a roommate, the gardeners usually don’t, he smiles to himself as he carries them out of the bath, dresses the both of them and carries them back to their room. Not a guard in sight to discover the prince and his precious gardener. His beloved Y/N.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #yandere x reader #yandere fanfiction #yandere fics #yandere splatoon #yandere octavio #dj octavio x reader #splatoon octavio #octavio takowasa #dj octavio #x reader fanfic #18+ chapter

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