#wasn't ghosts to give away but sure bud

[shotmrmiller]

the guys having their usual poker night after a stressful job except this time nothing about it is casual. no one is drinking, price is missing his trademark cigar and they're all sitting up in their chairs and that's because ghost decided to up the stakes aka whoever wins gets you for the week.

[simping-on-the-daily]

how do i meet the strangest men (they always seem to find me)

Summary: The bizarre armageddon, (Weirdmaggedon, you once overheard Ford call it) is upon you and the town of Gravity Falls. Spared from the human throne, the mastermind behind all this wants to share you with him and the man you once called a friend.

Warnings: Yandere content, not beta read we die like Eycludia, swearing, gore, Inspired by suggestive material but not NSFW

Notes: Based on @/yandere--stuck's drabbles and posts!! Title is from Possibly in Michigan, Ford is feral in a cute way and a dog, Bill uses all pronouns and she is transfemme thank you very much,,,,

Gravity Falls was a weird place.

It wasn't a ghost town- everyone here was a lively character, from Manly Dan to Old Man McGucket to Tyler Cutebiker’s horrifying puma-panther shirt abomination to the mailman who wouldn't shut the fuck up about her divorce from two years ago. It's chaos was almost relaxing, and at some point, the gnomes and manotaurs became a breather compared to panicking over last minute Summerween decorations and Northwest’s limo causing seventeen traffic jams in the span of two minutes.

This? This was not fucking relaxing. And it wasn't because of the gaping open wound over your heart, thank you very much.

Even above the chaos, you still felt yourself stressed by the very thought of the town’s circumstances. Bears doing choir and coffee turning to decaf? Sure, why not. A reverse waterfall of what you're pretty sure is blood and the water tower becoming a cannibal? That wasn’t ‘normal’. Those should've been Hades most horrific punishments, Sisyphus and Tantalus style, but no. It was real. And all of it was caused by the fucker in the corner.

Said fucker was currently playing fetch in the floating pyramids ‘penthouse suite’, using your bloody heart as a ball and throwing it to the other side, clapping when Dr. Stanford Filbrick Pines sprinted on all fours towards your still pumping organ. As he held it in his mouth, you felt a pain surge through your chest as his teeth dug through the layers, instinctively curling in on yourself.

“Good boy, Sixer! We’re making new records!” Bill patted Ford's head. Instead of fighting back, as he promised you and his family, Ford melted into the touch, gleeful smile on his face. Was Bud Gleeful dead? God, you hoped so. His shitty cars had no space in the apocalypse. A noise akin to purring was coming through Ford's vocal cords, and you knew that if Bill snapped his fingers and gave him a tail, it would be wagging so hard you'd get dizzy just from looking at it.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Wanna give it a go?” Bill appeared in front of you, taking your hand off the human skin couch and placing your heart in it like mashed potatoes on a plate. The feeling of it felt gross, slimey in all the wrong ways. Bill intently waited, and you knew that despite his phrasing, it wasn't a question.

You still tried to postpone it, though. “Why not…..yours, this time?” You pointed towards the heart in your hands for clarification.

Bill laughed, hands reaching to where you assumed her stomach was as she chortled. “One day, honeypie! When your eyes won't explode and get in my eye. I like your gusto, though! I knew choosing you wasn't a mistake.”

You looked over to Ford, who was staring at you with lovestruck eyes, waiting for you to make the throw. God, that look was gonna fuck you up. With a sigh, you aimed back, elbow hitting the couch before you released and threw overhead.

You let out a pained whimper as you felt the agony of your heart hitting the roof with a strong thud. The moment it hit the ground, a few feet away from you, Ford scrambled to your heart, tripping on nothing as he ran towards you. With you on the couch and the scientist on his arms and knees, another surge went through your body as you realized how the scene would look from an outsider's point of view.

Bill gave a quick clap. “Impressive throw, snookums! We should go javelin throwing someday, just the two of us.”

You weren't focusing on him, though. All your attention was on Ford, and it felt like neither of you moved. You kept looking in his eyes despite trying to glance at anything else and god, there was a lot in this situation to get desolate or angry about, but damnit you couldn't be mad at Ford, you just couldn't.

For over thirty years, Ford's life revolved around Bill, whether she was Ford’s muse or mortal enemy. And being in a portal for thirty years? Of course Ford had some screws loose, twelve PHDs couldn't protect you from the natural mental decay that'd cause. To come back here, to think you're safe only for Bill to show her face and start the armageddon of shitposting? It wasn't surprising that Ford just……gave up.

Did he, though? Was Ford being mind controlled into this? Was he living in a reality where he wasn't on all fours with an ornate red collar choking him that had ‘good human’ written on the back? Was this the result of being human, of the brain being weird, like some sorta Russian Sleep Experiment or Yellow Wallpaper shenanigans? You didn't know, not really.

But you did know that you loved Ford, or at least cared for him enough to not put the blame on him. Both you and Bill know how he loved putting the pressure on all of his shoulders.

You gingerly placed your heart to the side, and cupped Ford's cheeks with your hands. Only then did you notice they were bloody, and you realized that there was gore nesting deep inside your fingernails with a mental sigh. Ford sunk into your touch, smiling such a happy smile and fuck you think your heart twitched.

“.....Good boy, Fordsy.” You settled on. “You're a good boy.”

You didn't know if it was Ford's tears of happiness or viscera from who knows where falling down your hands and dripping on your legs, but while yes, the sensation absolutely grossed you out, you didn't let go. Seeing Ford in this state was for a lack of better words, magnetic. It felt like a drug, an addiction you don't think your circumstances or Bill would allow you to be rid of.

But was that such a bad thing? Not when it was Stanford Pines who was giving you this exquisite rush?

“Hit the nail right on the head, babe!” Bill interjected, and with a quick snap of their fingers, they were now sitting in your lap. Your hands were taken off of Ford's face and wrapped around the triangle in some sort of hesitant hug. “He is a good boy, isn't he? And you are, too!”

With a gush of wind and a yelp from you, your heart was dragged back into your body, the hole in your body closing. You clutched your sides suddenly, insides now fucking freezing. This wasn't your organ, anymore, not really, it felt like an intruder in your meatsuit, the same way worms made nests in apples and that one unlucky time a fly flew into your ear during a picnic with you, Mabel and Dipper and the ensuing panic that came.

Dipper and Mabel, your stomach lurched with a freezing shiver. 'Let them and Stan be alright,' you prayed. A glimpse from the corner of your eyes caught a dash of pink from the bubble outside, and you felt goosebumps crawl up all your limbs like centipedes with human feet. 'Let them and Stan be alright.' you repeated with a plead.

“Gonna be honest, doll-eyes, I didn't get what Ford saw that was so special about you,” Bill mentioned with a flippant hand gesture, and though you knew you shouldn't give ten shits about what she thought about you, you still felt like shit regardless, like you were in the wrong. Did Ford feel like this too?

“But then I saw you in action, and boy oh boy, I almost turned pink by the sight of it!” Bill's arms were outstretched in a V shape, getting off your flap and floating up to your head. “And then it hit me.” They slapped themselves, and the sight of their pupil going in circles like they were dizzy was honestly sort of humorous, in a really fucked up way.

“You're the perfect middle line between me and Sixer!” She explained, stretching a limb to run it through Ford's hair, who snuggled your leg deeper in response. When did that happen? “And with us by your side, you could be a whole new extreme! Everyone likes a Mystery Trio, and we’ll be the best one this dimension could ever know! Ed, Edd and Eddy will eat their hearts upon seeing us!”

He cupped your face, just like you did with Ford. “You got potential, and me and this cute puppy here got the key, I just know it!” Their eye became a mouth, and as Bill interlocked his hands together, they placed a chaste kiss to your cheek and a more passionate on your lips and god fucking dammit, you hated the way your face flushed and how you felt Ford nuzzle your knee.

Your body only responded by scratching Ford's chin, and he responded with a squeal you could've never imagined him make until now. “Is…..is he gonna be like this, forever?”

Bill spined, an exaggerated way of shaking the head she doesn't have. “Sixer’s just as fun when he's a puppy just as when he's playing interdimensional chess with me! Which reminds me, we gotta introduce you to it sometime, we’d have a blast.” A snap of her fingers caused Ford to fall to the ground more than he already was, and you quickly heard content snores coming from him.

“It's a blessing as much as it is a burden for him. Every good pet human needs a break sometimes, and the best way to do that is to make the 'pet' part of our deal even more literal! No equations or worries in his pretty brain, all he needs to care about is pleasing the both of us!” Bill explained, summoning a cane and pointing to nothing like they were a teacher with a nonexistent blackboard.

“Both of us?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Pet human’s a good look for you, sweetheart! Pretty puppy? Not so much. Besides, I know how excited you got knowing what he'd do for you!”

“I think you're purposefully misinterpreting the context.” Trying to defend yourself, your outstretched arms hit a hard part of the human couch, and you instinctively clutched your hand in pain.

“I'm rarely wrong, honey! But being wrong to you? I could get behind that!” Bill adjusted his tie before giving you a quick forehead kiss. “When we get the kids and Oyster too, we can all be a big happy family! Like I've always wanted!”

‘Please let them be alright,’ you prayed for a final time, focusing on that instead of worrying about the unsettling look in Bill’s eye. Running your hands through Ford's hair, your heart sunk once more upon knowing how wrong this would look from an outside perspective.

You were worried that after a while, it would feel right.

[prettyoatmeal]

TF141 Taking Care of Sick Reader!

A/N: Guys I'm so sick right now. This cold has hit me like a truck at full speed. I literally slept 13 hrs today?!?!?!?!?!? So lets go guys, sick HC's because I need some comfort.

Masterlist here!

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Price just doesn't care because he rarely ever gets sick. Whenever you catch a cold, he's just unfazed because he knows his body well.

This man will PAMPER you. He'll cook you whatever you're craving, and if you're not hungry, you're getting force fed a few cups of broth just so there's something in you.

He'll run you a bath with the soap you love so much, making sure it's nice and steamy in the way you like it. And while your nose his clearing up from the steam, he's massaging your shoulders and the back of your neck and wherever you ask him to. Because he'll be damned if his love has to spend one more second with their body aching.

Taking medicine with him is a chore for both of you. Him because he has to deal with your stubbornness, and you because liquid medicine tastes awful and theres no getting around it. He's just there holding the spoon with the burgundy coloured syrup and you're turning away every time he gets it close to your mouth.

"Sweetheart, I know it tastes awful but it's only here to make you feel better."

Ends up bribing you with taking you out to your favourite restaurant when you're better, but lets face it, he would've taken you anyway.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

And once you've finally taken it, disregarded the disgusted look on your face, he's actively kissing you on your cheeks, your forehead, maybe your lips as well despite how much you try to pull away from them. But you give in of course. He's only looking out for you and you love him too much.

Gaz I think would be a bit of a germaphobe at first.

Illness on the battlefield? Sure, he can deal with that, who cares Sickness at home?? Nope, the antiseptic spray is coming out and getting sprayed onto every surface of your flat.

You're not getting out of bed until you're sure you're fine because he'll be damned if he catches it from you. He's making sure every second of the day that you're fed, you're hydrated, you're comfy.

If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you cuddle up to him if you promise to not sneeze on him. But when you're finally in his arms, he sees your flushed face, your bleary eyes, the way you cling onto him so tightly even though you're so weak, fading in and out of sleep and he feels himself falling in love all over again.

"Poor baby. I'll take care of you, don't worry."

It happens every single time, it's hilarious. His mind changes every single time. Even if you sneeze on him, you'll get nothing more than a slight scolding as he holds a tissue up to your nose.

Medicine is different with him. Mixes it with your hot tea knowing just how much you hate taking it. If you question why it tastes so weird, he blames it on the temperature distorting the flavour and your messed up taste buds.

And it works, you never question it again.

After that, he'll turn your favourite show on just as background noise and it isn't long until you're falling asleep on top of him.

Ghost is not letting you lift a finger. If you stand up to go get something to eat or drink before he deems you of proper health, he's sweeping you off your feet and laying you back into bed.

"I can do things by- achoo! -by myself."

"No you can't. Stay put, lovie. I'll get your plate for you."

Doesn't want to make it seem like he's babying you.. but he definitely just is.

Simon is normally really good with letting you have your independence, he never wants to make it feel like you don't have a choice. But in times like these where you need to rest, he is having absolutely none of it and there's nothing you can do other that yourself be dragged back to your room.

This man will also chase you around the flat to make sure you take the medicine because you better get through this, and on his watch, you will be.

"Open up, Princess." while you keep turning your head away. Much like John, he definitely needs to bribe you with the shoes you saw on the way home one day or that new restaurant that opened a week ago. And only then you finally take it, gagging at the chemically taste.

After that, you will constantly be swaddled in warmth no matter what. Whether it be him since he's pretty much a radiator himself, a hot bath, or a million blankets and plushies. He just wants you as comfortable as possible for your weakened state.

For baths, it's almost certain he will join you. He'll let you lean back on him as he massages your shoulders, your arms, your thighs and legs. And you're left so dizzy and hazy because he's soothing your aching body so well.

He probably catches it a week after you, once you're already better and then it's your turn to take care of him :3 and you know just how Simon feels about being pampered and looked after.

Soap would be sick with you but stubborn as ever to let you take care of him.

He's just way too touchy and kissy and feely when you're infected, it's awful. Makes fun of you for having a bad immune system even though his is just as bad, if not worse.

"Shut your gob, Bonnie. I won't catch it. it's just a wee cold."

He catches it and it was more than just a 'wee cold'. You're both so weak, bodies throbbing and aching all over but he's still determined to make you his priority.

Going to the bathroom is a hassle because when you go, he'll go. He can't leave his love alone, not in this state! He'll stand outside the door like a cat does, just waiting.. and waiting.. and oh! You've accidentally opened the door on him because he can barely pay attention to whatever's in front of him.

To make up for it, you help ice his forehead.

He'll cook for you, infecting the kitchen with his boy-germs. But it's great because he can just put a few cups of broth up to a simmer and drink it with you on the couch.

Once it's time to take medicine, you both chicken out because it just tastes so gross. But knowing you have to take it, you made a deal to take it at the same time. You're both disgusted but clink your mugs together and use your tea as chasers.

Cheers!

Will sneeze on you more than once by accident. He's gross but we love him.

He definitely tries (keyword is tries) to stay awake long enough for you to make sure you're peacefully sleeping through your sick, but he definitely gets knocked out the moment he cuddles up against you.

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GRAHHHHH I'm so sick I'm going to bed. Cheers guys, goodnight

*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.

[fallenneziah]

Conquering Goliath

Summary: You knew your first time with König would be interesting, but it was more than you could have asked for.

CW: afab!reader, size difference, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral (f! Receiving), PiV, no use of y/n.

König and you had been dating for a couple months now at this point. The topic of sex had always hung in the air for you both. König wasn't comfortable asking you and you wanted to make sure he was ready before asking him.

It had been on your mind for a while.

You brought König to your room, stroking your hand as you bring him in, running your hand up his chest, beckoning him down for a kiss.

"What's this about love?" He caressed your hips in his large hands, letting you lift his mask enough to capture his lips in a kiss.

You hum, holding his neck, kissing his lips and down across his chin. "könig... I love you."

He twitches, your lips traveling down his jaw, nipping at the skin of his throat. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"Schätzchen-" He pulls away, your lips back on his. Your hands stroke over his rough stubbled jaw, coaxing him closer to you.

He looks into your eyes, longing bursting at the forefront of his soft irises.

You nod, pressing another kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'm ready babe, If you are."

It was late in the night and the others were asleep. You could keep yourself quiet, always imagining fucking König in the dark, large hands wrapped around your hips, giving you the pleasure you longed from him.

It plagued your dreams until you couldn't get enough of it.

König nods. He kisses you again, rougher than before, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring your warm mouth. You tug his hood, bringing him closer to you.

His large hands wrap around your ass and squeeze it, hoisting you up into his arms like nothing. You wrap your legs around him, feeling your heart speed up in your chest.

His tongue prodded your mouth, pulling away for air. You pull off his helmet and throw it across the room, tangling your fingers up under his mask and into his messy hair.

"König-"

His lips sink into your soft throat, sucking deep hickeys into the sensitive spots along your neck. Your head falls back, letting him kiss and nip up your jugular, making you moan.

You pant, feeling the heat boiling in your core start to grow and spread to your legs, making you pulse and buzz with excitement.

König bites your shoulder, making you gasp. You bite your lip, pulling his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

He brings you back to the bed and drops you on his large mattress. You pant, looking up at him expectantly. His large, broad figure heaving, fists clamped tightly, watching you carefully.

He pulls off his shirt and climbs on the bed, bent over you. You kiss him again, loving the scars on his lips, biting and nipping the plush skin and feeling him shiver every time.

His hands roam up your sides, pulling your shirt up, breaking from the kiss and pulling it over your head. You raise your hands, grabbing onto the headrest of the bed, breathing in sharply.

His lips ghost over your collar, pressing soft kisses along your skin. He reaches your bra, nimble hands coming around your back and unlatching the clip.

You bite your lip, feeling him drag the straps over your arms and remove your bra.

König feels his pants grow uncomfortable, scarred hands cupping your tender breasts, kneading them in his palms.

You watch him experience you at his pace. His fingers brushes over your nipple, making you gasp and push up into his touch.

He looks up at you, brushing his thumb back over your sensitive nipple. You moan softly, "König, yeah..."

He rolls your nipple between two fingers, pinching and pulling it, watching your face shift, taking in a heavy breath.

He lays kisses between your breasts, bringing one of your nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth.

You gasp and moan, exhaling sharply and coiling your hand back in his hair. "König." You whine, feeling him suck and lick your nipple in his mouth, lapping at it.

He pulls away and rubs your sensitive nipple between his fingers. The other being licked and sucked into his desperate mouth.

You writhe, sucking in sharp breaths and moaning, fingers curling in his hair.

Finally he pulls away with a pop. A line of saliva keeping him connected to you. "Schätzchen-" He kisses under your breast, sucking a hickey into the skin. Littering hickeys all over your chest. By your collar, above your nipple, biting into the soft flesh of your breasts.

Hearing your moans only makes his growing erection worse, touching and pleasing you for the first time. It all felt like a dream, having you this close.

He gropes your breast and looks up at your feverish face. "Should we have a safeword? In case I'm too much?"

You smile, petting his cheek. "I can handle it love, it's ok."

He frowns but nods.

"Just, say stop or something, ok?"

You nod, giving him a more reassuring smile.

He slips down between your legs, grabbing your waistband and pulling it down over your hips and off your legs. He reaches your panties and drag the delicate cottons over your ankles and toss them off the bed.

He lifts one of your legs up, kissing up your calve and to your thigh, feeling his heart rate spike.

You watch König, watching each movement he makes, his lips getting closer and closer to your core. You shift in anticipation, biting your lip.

His hand runs up to your belly button and his mouth presses against your wet cunt. His hand comes down your stomach and grabs your other thigh, nudging it away from his head.

You moan, feeling his tongue circle your clit and drag over your cunt. He tastes it on his tongue and can't help digging for more.

You moan, hands starting to tighten in the sheets. He's inexperienced and somewhat awkward but is pulling it off.

He latches onto your clit and sucks it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it.

"König! Baby-!" You moan, rolling your hips up into his face. "Yes- oh yeah." You sigh, feeling your words and noises affecting his movements until he's unraveling you faster than you'd thought.

The heat in your core buildings, precum spilling out onto his tongue and into his hungry mouth. He's moaning against your cunt, licking and kissing everywhere he can, tasting you on his tongue.

His thumbs rub over your hip bones, holding your legs up and away from him. Your toes curl, anticipating his tongue against your throbbing clit, surprised when he spits on his fingers and prods into your hole.

His finger alone in big, pressing into your tight entrance. Your cunt flutters. König pumps his finger in and out of your hole, pressing another in a bit later.

The sweet burning sensation makes you moan. "I've- only ever gone to three König." You say through heavy breaths. König pulls his fingers out, watching your slick drip between the two.

"We might need the lube."

You gulp, pulling open the side drawer of your nightstand and tossing him a bottle. "I thought we might."

He slathers his fingers in lube and presses back into your entrance. Your fists tighten in the sheets, moaning loudly.

"Oh- you sound so good." He mutters, practically drooling seeing your cunt swallow his large fingers. He presses them in, feeling your hole tighten and relax rapidly while you moan on the bed.

Your moans are like music to his ears. He leans down, pumping his fingers in your cunt. His tongue laps at your clit, sucking it into his mouth and kissing it.

You buck your hips into his mouth, whining his name.

"König I'm-" Your hips buck up, feeling your orgasm ripple through your bones. You spasm around König's fingers, clenching and expanding.

König listens to your absolutely glorious moans, watching you squirm and shift when your orgasm spills down your entrance onto the sheets.

He watching your cum, running his fingers through it and pushes it over your hole, smearing it around.

You pant, taking in a deep breath. König bends over you and kisses you gently. "Are you ok?"

You nod, letting out another breath, calming your racing heart.

König smiles, kissing you again. Your hands cup his cheeks and completely pull off his mask. "You don't need things right now love."

He looks at you with soft, innocent eyes, so eager to please you again.

"Come on, sit up, your turn."

"My turn?"

You push him back up, finding his belt buckle. His erection is prominent in his tight pants, twitching and aching for contact.

You unclasp the belt and unzip his zipper. His boxers are slick after the long day.

König helps you pull down his pants and underwear, his erection standing up in the free air. You feel your stomach start to heat up again.

The girth of his cock makes your cunt clench on air, you knew you wouldn't be walking for a week.

The idea makes you so hungry, wrapping one hand around his cock and rubbing him out while kissing him.

He moans, grabbing your hips and forcing his tongue into your mouth.

Precum already dribbles from his tip, twitching with each firm stroke.

"That feel good big boy?" You whisper in his ear.

He nods, panting and groaning. "Yes love, it feels so good..."

"Good, you wanna fuck me now? Make me come again, I know you can."

He squeezes your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him and easily throwing you back against the bed.

"Be careful with your words Schätzchen."

You smirk, lifting your hips up for him, splaying yourself right in front of him.

His eyes darken, pulling you closer and lining up his cock with your entrance. Your heart leaps excitedly in your chest, and then he was sliding in.

You gasp, moaning his name loudly. König keeps a grip on you, pulling you down onto him. It stings and stretches over his length, taking what you could.

He hadn't bottomed out before he stopped, seeing tears in your eyes. He pulls out, sinking his hips back in halfway.

"So good love. So tight." He mutters, watching his cock push into you and pull out.

You feel completely immobile as König fucks into you, ringing you up his cock. Your insides burn like fire around his length, getting used to the intense stretch.

Your back arches, crying his name again, fists tightening in the sheets.

He pushes a bit further down his length, watching how nicely he made your back arch. Bucking your hips into him, begging for more.

He pulls out and you whine loudly. You look at him, seeing him sitting at the edge of the bed. "Baby?"

"Come here Schätzchen, ride my cock like a good girl."

You bite your lip and crawl over, positioning yourself back over his cock and sink down. This time you force yourself around him, bottoming him out. It makes your back arch and tears spill down your cheeks.

König has a bruising grip on your hips, feeling how tight you are, seeing the small bulge of his cock against your pelvis wall.

Your legs start to tremble, pushing yourself up and falling back down, finding a steady rhythm in your hips.

Your breathing grows heavy, finding König's lips in another kiss, making you breathless. Such a good feeling, unable to catch your breath while fucking yourself on him.

His hands have a bruising hold on your hips, starting to guide you up on his length and down again.

"So fucking tight." He groans into your open mouth.

Your arms wrap around him, bucking your hips, feeling him twitch and squirm.

"You better not come right now."

"Didn't even consider it..."

He watches his bulge against your wall, hearing just how he unravelled you.

"Ooh- that's it, good girl. Feels so good."

"König!"

He runs his hand up your stomach, cupping your breast. He fondles the supple skin, pinching your nipple.

You throw your head back, drooling and groaning, unable to communicate your thoughts.

"That's it-"

König pushes his hips up into you, forcing you down a little faster.

The fire in his core heightens, making him crave you more than ever. Your beautiful body, half his size taking him so well. The tears his cock makes you cry is a thought now ingrained on his brain.

He cups the back of your neck, pulling you into him, your body writhing against his chest.

"König, more, please." You whine in his ear, nipping and biting his lobe desperately. You tongue at his ear, drooling over him. Loving and craving how he stretches you out and fucks you so timidly.

"So good love-"

You can feel your skin start to divot under his bruising grip on your hips, guiding you faster along his length. Your insides burn and tighten, your walls clamping and relaxing until the fire has practically numbed you.

König whimpers, shoving you down firmer, pulling you up and slamming you down onto him.

You cup his nape, kissing his jaw. "You close baby?"

He nods, moaning softly.

"That's it, cum for me love."

You groan, rolling your hips down and canting wildly. It makes König go wild, all other thoughts gone except the thought of you. Your scent, your sounds, your body. All of it overwhelms him and his cock twitches inside you again.

"I'm gonna come- I'm gonna-"

He bites his lip and forces you down on his cock, cum filling your insides and painting your walls. You feel your own orgasm join him, both of you crying happily, clinging to each other as your vision goes blurry, red hot orgasm dripping off of you both. Sweat glistening across your skin in the afterglow.

You hug his neck, resting in his warmth. He rubs your back and stomach, feeling over the bump of his cock inside you while it softens.

He kisses your bare shaking shoulder softly. Running kisses up your throat until you find the energy to meet him in a kiss.

"I love you." He whispers, massaging your back.

"I love you too."

Eventually you both have the strength to move. König picks you up off his cock, watching the mix of spend drip down your thighs and over his cock.

You try to stand on your own but your shaking legs keeps you held firmly in König's grip.

"Let's go wash up."

He wraps a blanket around the both of you and heads for the shower. He washes you up, massaging your legs and back, hoping to ease some of the stiffness you'd be feeling tomorrow.

You look up at him as he tends to your thighs, rubbing lotion over them.

"König?"

"Yes, Schätzchen?"

He looks up at you, smiling softly.

You smile back. "Can we do that again?"

He chuckles. "Rest for now love." He picks you up in his arms and dries you off. He brings you back to the bed and lays you under the covers, curling up next to you. He tucks your head to his chest and holds you close, keeping you safe.

"Just rest."

You curl up against him, relaxing in his warmth. "I love you König."

"I love you too." He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[flamingtouya]

prompt: dabi bullies u (into studying)

"P-please," you whine - a poor attempt at eliciting a miniscule amount of pity from him. Dabi's grip around your waist tightens as he presses his erection against your clothed ass. His thumbs come up to rub at your sides, trailing up and down your ribs until they find their way under your shirt.

It's only been 20 minutes, he's already reduced you to a whiny puddle in his lap, and you haven't memorised a single fucking thing.

"Ditetramethyl- haaah- fuck-", you curse, fingers digging into his thigh. Dabi's hand finds your hair, gently pulling until your neck is exposed. His breath ghosts over your shoulder and his tone is full of cruel amusement when he speaks. "Wrong."

"Tetradi- goddamnit, Dabi-"

"Wrong again."

"It's not!" you protest, even though you have no way of knowing for sure. Your eyes roll up into your skull, chemistry notes but a blurry mess between your hands. Dabi gives your nipples a gentle pinch and pulls away just in time when you grind closer to him.

"Dimethyltetrazine," you pant, finally. "It's Dimethyltetrazine."

He checks the crumpled piece of paper in his palm, eyes skipping over the poorly scribbled answers. The seconds of silence stretch for an eternity when all you can think about is his rock-hard boner beneath your throbbing cunt and how deliciously it would stretch you out, if only Dabi would let you sit on it -

"Not bad," he mumbles. "Four out of seven. 'S that all your pretty brain can manage?"

"N- no, gimme a second, 'm gonna..." You try to wiggle your hips, but the friction is barely there. Dabi is doing a fucking excellent job at holding you in place and if he wasn't being such an asshole about it, you would ask him to help you study more often. Barely holding back a silent gasp as he rolls your aching bud around, you try to focus on the next formula. It's a cyclic ether with branches on either side, and you give it your best shot.

"Chloroperoxybenzoic acid," you guess, hoping that he'll let it slide if you sound somewhat confident. He momentarily stops his abuse on your breast and you exhale in relief, almost sore from the merciless teasing. Mentally, you're an hour ahead, skipping to the part where Dabi has you bounce on his cock, squelching and slapping and coming undone until your legs give out and he has to bend you over the table to fuck your brains to mush.

Suddenly a rough palm meets your ass. The unexpected slap steals a choked moan from you and a moment later, Dabi is back to eagerly kneading your tits, playing with your most sensitive spot until tears prick at your eyes. Fear pools in your stomach when he licks a stripe up your neck and you realise he's far from done with your torture.

"Wrong."

[luveline]

Jade you’re always doing the boys comforting reader and I love that but maybe we could comfort hotch? Like it’s Haley’s bday or smth and you just spend a quiet day together reminiscing and comforting him! Tysm I love you!!

ty for requesting, ily ♡ fem!reader

Sometimes you worry about coming second to Haley, but mostly you feel intensely gutted for Aaron's loss. It's natural to feel inferior. He loves her even now she's gone, holding the same torch for her as when she lived. She was selfless, and gave her life for her son. You haven't ever done anything so brave. 

"I get if you think this wasn't my place," you say softly, arms behind your back, hand wrapped around your elbow. "I can get rid of it all. Just wanted things to feel special for you both." 

Aaron barely looks at you, his eyes flitting over the things you'd prepared. Cards for her. Two bouquets. A cake. Everything set aside immaculately. Everything as perfect as he would've done himself. 

"And I didn't bring it up because I was unsure about what you'd say, but I don't have to be here today." You point at your handbag ready on the chair. "I can make myself busy. I want you and Jack to have everything you need, you know? So if that's space, you don't have to be afraid to tell me." 

Aaron smiles a small smile. "You know her favourite flower?" 

"You told me." He speaks of her funeral rarely. Happier memories more often —things she did as a dedicated and goofy wife, and a devoted and fun mother. 

"I don't want you to leave," he says, "not unless you don't want to be here." 

"Of course I want to be here. I know this is a hard day for you," you say gently. 

He looks like he'd accept a hug if you offer one. You step into the reach of his arms and hang your wrists over his shoulder. Haley must have done this before, you know. You're not her. You're different in so many ways. You aren't sure if reminding him of her is a good thing or a bad thing, but right now, you're just a girlfriend trying to make her partner feel better. 

"A hard life," you amend. "I get that this won't ever go away, Aaron. Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you." 

"I have everything I need," he says simply. 

You wrap your arms around him, hugging his face to the curve of your neck on tiptoes. 

"I'm sorry she can't be here," you whisper, petting the hair at the back of his head. "I'm really sorry, Aaron." 

"Me too." 

You don't know how much he can handle. With a quick, closed-eyed squeeze, you pull away from him and turn back to your preparations. He stands behind you, fingertips ghosting against the small of your back.  

"That ones bigger than the rest," he murmurs, gesturing to an especially beautiful flower. 

"I got the nicest ones they had." 

"She would've put them on the window sill in the kitchen. That way she'd see them a couple of times a day." 

You put them on the window sill, where they blossom for a week. When they wilt, you press the biggest bud in an old book.

[theninjagoreader]

can I request a morro x reader? preferably with morro as a human/alive and not a ghost, but it's up to you :)

My first request! OMG! So I use 3rd person POV since 1st is weird to write and other reasons. Also wasn't sure whether or not you wanted headcannon or oneshot, so I just went with a headcanon. I hope you enjoy it!

Let’s say this is after the events of season five. Somehow Morro comes back to life and y/n nurses him back to health while at the monastery.

It’s awkward and tense at the monastery. So once Morro is healthy, he’s going to try and run away. Where? No clue, but he doesn’t want to be at the monastery. He feels ashamed, guilty, and unworthy of being near Wu or the ninjas.

y/n not being a ninja, more of an ally and friend, Morro feels somewhat comfortable around her. But it is more so because she was the one who helped him with everything when he was stuck in bed.

He will deny any feelings that are platonic or romantic, but Wu knows there's something there. It may have been a couple decades since Morro was gone yet Wu sees that look in his eyes.

y/n offers Morro to stay at her place in Ninjago City. He’ll hesitate as she’s done too much for someone who terrorized her friends. Once he thinks it over, he’ll agree because he’d rather not be reminded daily of the biggest mistake of his life.

The ninjas’ reaction when leaning Morro is going to live with y/n:

When moving in, Morro meets a little monster that y/n calls her cat. (I can see him being more of a cat person.) He fucking hates that thing with how it moody it is and y/n is laughing in the background as he describes himself.

At this point y/n is basically taking care of two cats. They both are deathly afraid of water, sassy bastards, might have rabies, hiss, and are very clingy.

If she wants Morro to function like a normal human being, then she’s trying to help him get over his phobia of water. Putting his hand under the running faucet and reminding him that it's not going to hurt. Going to the beach to stand in the water for a minute and only a minute. After that he just wants to go back home, y/n listens to him and they leave. On the way back to the house, y/n praises him for going up against his fear until his face is red.

Even when he gets over his phobia of water, he’s not going swimming or anything. It just means he can be in it without having a borderline panic attack. So he still hates it, just now he can live with it. Also Nya scares him, please keep him safe from Nya.

When y/n leaves for work, Morro is visibly saddened that he is being left alone. She always makes sure to stay that she’ll be back and what time she’ll be back home. If she says that he won’t be alone because he has the cat, he’s going to roll his eyes.

Swears he’ll kill the cat if she’s gone too long, but they both know it's an empty threat.

After being a ghost for so long, his body and taste buds are probably over sensitive. His body will become less sensitive over time unlike his taste buds. If y/n tries giving him what would be considered modern food, then he’s going to make a funny face before continuing eating.

Will not eat anything spicy. No matter how much he tries to build up his spice tolerance.

y/n showing him modern technology will be overwhelming. It's interesting to him to see how far people have come in the past decades.

Can’t watch horror movies, they’re too gory. If it has a ghost then he won’t shut up its inaccuracy. Only shuts up when there's a cheap jump scare.

As much as modern technology fascinates Morro, he’ll probably go to books as his main source of entertainment. y/n’s house will become a library, but she is not complaining. If she gets into books then he’ll be happily recommending books or reading together.

y/n is going to make a mini book club that consists of her, Morro, and Wu. She mainly made the club to mend the broken relationship between master and student. It must have worked because they’re having monthly meet ups. Having a discussion about a book with a cup of tea and pastries.

Morro doesn’t really think about his relationship with y/n. It’s kind of up in the air. While y/n is worried about perceiving platonic interactions as romantic.

Wu is just watching the mutual pining until it's getting too painful to let it go on. He’s playing Cupid and trying to engage them to confess their feelings.

“So you’d be fine with y/n being with someone else and being haunted by what if’s?”

“I think you're projecting your relationship with Misako onto me and y/n.”

“Morro!”

If they end up together, not much will change. It just adds to them being affectionate and Morro being openly jealous. The relationship is going to be taken slow and steady.

“Morro, daraling.”

“What?”

“You think Wu wants grandchildren?”

“Okay, that’s enough from you.”

Kinda lost steam at the end, but I hope you liked it. I didn’t proofread it so hopefully, that doesn’t show because I’ll do it later.

[drghostwrite]

Drown our problems

Okay so this one was fun and interesting to write, it’s fluff that turns into smut. Honestly, there aren’t enough Dr. Maura Isles fics either so here.

Maura Isles x fem!reader

TW: mentions of murder, death, guns, and smut.

Summary: During season 5 when Frost dies and no one is taking it well. Imagine being Maura's girlfriend who just came back from a work trip (profiler with BAU), and you come back to everyone acting weird and you help her deal with it.

******************************************************** You pulled into your and Maura's shared driveway, well her driveway, you had moved in with her three months ago after being together for a year, she insisted that you finally had a more shared space and her place was bigger and was closer to work for you. You didn't see Maura's car parked outside as you walked up to the front door and grabbed your keys, flipping to the house key, you slid it into the lock and turned it hearing the click.

"Maura?" you called out and were met with an empty house, you checked your phone realizing you missed a text.

Hard day, I'll explain later.

You went over and checked the fridge but there wasn't much left so you called in a favor, you were good friends with one of the downtown restaurant owners and so he managed to deliver you some food after closing time, after tipping him well you were ready to just have Maura home. You heard the lock click and the door handle turn, you heard her heels click on the floor as she walked towards you.

"Hey Love I know you said you had a hard day, but I called in a favor and got you some takeout." You heard her set her purse on the chair and lay her coat down throwing her phone on the counter, you looked up but weren't met with the usual cheery or even tired Maura.

No, you were met with red eyes and depressed features, you stepped towards her and tears started to fall. "I...I can't." she didn't make eye contact but you caught her as her legs failed, pulling her into you as she let out a loud sob. You stood there holding her, leaning her against your chest, you held her like that letting her get it out, giving her time to process, letting her be the one to speak first.

"Y/N."she spoke up after a while and calming down a bit.

"Do you wanna talk?"

"No I want you to help me forget."

"What?"

"I want you to make me forget, I can't do this right now."

"Maura, don't you wanna talk about it first?"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me." she looked up into your eyes and placed a kiss on your lips. She turned in your arms and slid her hands under the hem of your shirt hooking a finger into your bra.

"You wanna move this into the bedroom?" you asked pulling back as she placed kisses down your neck.

"God no." She said lifting your shirt over your head. You chuckled and picked her up by her thighs setting her on the counter, she wrapped her legs around you pulling you close. You placed a chaste kiss on her lips and hiked her skirt up her legs, unbuttoning her shirt and unclasping her bra throwing it away. She pulled at your bra as you trailed kisses down her neck, light fingertips ghosting over her hip.

"Please baby," she whined, leaning her head on your shoulder you placed kisses down her neck taking time with each sensitive bud while making sure to leave marks from her neck down her chest.

"Love, you wanted to forget, so I'm gonna make sure you're seeing stars." You hooked your finger into the waistband of her panties sliding them off as she lifted her hips, she spread her legs before you and you could see her glistening. You placed another kiss on her lips, sliding a hand down, and she pressed her forehead into your shoulder dragging nails across your shoulders. "Baby, you're so wet for me," you pushed two fingers in and she threw her head back with a loud moan.

"Maura look at me." she opened her amber eyes looking into your forest greens, pupils blown with lust, lips ghosting over each other, she started breathing heavier getting closer as you pumped your fingers in and out.

“God Y/N I’m gonna….” She let out a loud moan, feeling her clenching around your fingers you coaxed her through her orgasm.

“That was…” she had her head tilted back in ecstasy.

“Oh I’m not done yet baby.” She made eye contact with you and followed as you knelt down in front of her, you ran your tongue up her thigh and then up through her folds, her eye lids fluttered closed you looked up through your eyelashes as her features relaxed before tensing again, her hand ran through your hair she stopped grabbing a handful a pulling you closer. You closed your eyes listening to her moans and feeling her body, your pushed two fingers back in and felt her release again but this time you didn’t stop you kept going pushing her farther and farther. She let out moans that got higher and higher she squeezed her thighs around your head, you shot up pulling her into a kiss, placing a bite to the sweet spot on her neck and rubbing your thumb on her clit, she squirted and you could feel it against your bare skin.

She leaned back as her vision blurred falling forward against you trying to catch her breath.

“Marry me?” She said under her breath.

“What?” You chuckled to yourself as she laid on your chest regulating her breathing.

She sat up looking into your eyes,“Frost died today and never got to experience marriage or kids and I don’t want to live like that.”

“Maura, but…”

“No Y/N I want to live with the person I love and I love you so I want you to marry me, spend the rest of your life with me.”

"Maura..."

"Please, I love you." She looked into your eyes, tears peeking at the corners.

"Yes, I will always say yes, I just want to know if I get to take your last name?"

"Really?" she looked hopeful.

"Baby yes, I want nothing more than to live up to the Isles name and prove to you every day that I love you."

"And our kids, because I want to have lots of kids, I always wanted siblings growing up, and I couldn't have them so I want lots of kids." She looked into your eyes with the biggest smile.

"And our kids, but maybe we should start with a dog before we think about a baby." you looked into each other's eyes and saw the happiness flooding back to her features.

"Oh I can't wait." She squealed excitedly.

"but we don't have rings or a location, God, we have to plan a whole wedding, like with dresses and guests and a reception." She started overthinking and getting to excited.

"Well before we start freaking ourselves out how about we get you off the counter and go get a shower." you laughed pulling her into a heated but flirty/smiling kiss, but before you could say anything the door leading to the courtyard and guest house swung open, with Jane and Angela walking right in with bags of takeout.

"Girls!"

"Ma!" you heard Jane yell at her mother as she walked in on you guys, Maura in her just her skirt no top legs wrapped around you without a shirt in a bra and jeans. what you didn't realize was that you had thrown your shirt across the couch and her underwear was hanging on one of the chairs, and her bra was laying on the floor all in direct line of sight. You both quickly pulled away and snapped around, Maura jumping off the counter and pulling her skirt down, she slid behind you without a bra on trying grab her button up and grabbing the towel off the sink to cover herself. Angela let out a disappointed sigh and Jane snickered, Maura was bright red behind you and you owned your fate as you stood there half-clothed.

"Jeez, next time at least put a sign on the door," Angela said with a laugh.

"Ma, leave them alone it's their house." Jane said laughing seeing her best friend embarrassed as you stood there.

"That's my fault." You covered for her, putting your hand up.

"Hehe," Maura laughed, "At least this will be a good story for the wedding." She said peaking around your shoulder, not having the courage to reach to get her shirt or bra and expose herself.

"Wait wedding?"

"You proposed?"

They asked at the same time.

You laughed, "It was a very heated proposal, but I said yes."

"Well then congratulations!" Angela said Jane gave Maura a joy filled smile coming over to hug her but she stayed behind you.

"While this is great and all Y/N doesn't have a shirt on and I'm currently not trying to show off my boobs to anyone but my future wife so if you'd excuse me." Maura quickly turned and ran down the hallway to change, you grabbed your shirt and pulled it on buttoning the middle buttons, and went on collecting her bra and panties. You grabbed her shirt and followed to your bedroom, walking in you saw her scrambling to find an appropriate outfit. You chuckled shaking your head always on point you thought to yourself. You walked into your shared walk in closet and stopped her running an arm down her shoulder to her hip and pulling her in.

“Y/N I can’t with you.” She let out a small laugh.

“Baby it’s fine, I don’t think they really saw anything.”

“I didn’t have a shirt on and they walked in on us.”

“Yea but you grabbed the trusty towel.” You said motioning to the towel she had hugged to her chest. You leaned forward placing kisses on her lips and slowly pulled the towel away, you started kissing down her neck and sucked on her sweet spot, she let out a small moan and you kept going lower. Ghosting over her breast and playing with the nipple between your fingers. You stood back up pulling her into a kiss and pressing against her wrapping your arms around her.

“I didn’t get to even touch you.” She said with a pouty face.

“Well luckily we both have off tomorrow so we have all night and tomorrow to drown our problems.” You said to her placing one last kiss on her lips and handing her the bra, you stepped back and reached up pulling down one of your oversized plaid shirts and threw it to her.

“I’m gonna go help with the take out, just join when you’re ready.” You gave a dark little smirk and if it weren’t for Jane and Angela being in the house she would’ve jumped you right there in the walk in closet, she watched intently as you walked out adding a little sway to your hips. You quickly changed pace and walked down to the kitchen and turned the corner to find the other two women standing there. You walked up to the fridge and grabbed a wine bottle from the cabinet setting it out and getting glasses.

Jane walked over and gave you a hug while Angela warmed up the takeout you ordered and set what they brought out.

"This is just what we needed, I just wish Frost could be here."

"He was a great man, we would've asked him to be in it."

"I'm sure he would've been honored."

"Just be prepared, Maura is going to ask you which means you get the maid of honor duties." you both laughed as she reentered the room and helped Angela. Maura started cleaning the island counters, trying to erase any evidence of what just took place moments ago.

"Clean that all you want I'll never look at this kitchen the same," Jane complained with a laugh, and her classic Maura I hate that idea look.

"Leave them alone it's their house." Said Angela in a mocking voice.

You all laughed together and spent the rest of your night talking, trying to get through a rough couple of days, and even though it was embarrassing your best friend and "mother-in-law" finding you on the counter it was a small light in a very dark place.

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。。。

             latest grave robbed: unprompted interactions 。

@silvertiefling   ⸻ ❝ He had disappeared for a few days while she hung around the bhaal temple - and she had been pouty about it the whole time. He hadn't even told her where he was going or what he was doing and she was irritated to discover him gone. But when he finally returned, a different sensation ran through her. One of relief, of care, of love and excitement - it scared the shit out of her but didn't stop her from running up to him and jumping into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck as she smothered his face in as many kisses as she could. "Puck! Gods, there ya are you little shit - ya didn't even kiss me goodbye, you owe me a million kisses for every day you were gone!" yet she's still the one pressing her lips all over his face, not giving him a second to breathe. ❞

That wasn't what he expected 。What was it he expected, exactly ？ He wasn't really sure now that he thought about it, but whatever it was- it was not excitement 。Maybe he hoped thought that, if he didn't say goodbye, she would leave & never return. She'd realize whatever pleasure she derived from him wasn't worth the trouble it cost. 

          It wasn't that he wanted her to leave, but if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was that everything he touched inevitably died 。It was only a matter of time before it was her turn, too. Surely, she knew that ？

She knew it better than anyone, actually. She'd seen the worst of him. Worse than even Iago had ever seen. Katya was not a saint by any definition of the word, but there was a difference between being a bad person & being an irredeemable monster 。Logically, she should have run away ages ago.

          Yet she lingered still, laying herself down in her own grave; deeper & deeper with every day she came back to him. It was that ease with which she seemed to trust him that terrified him. Not only did she let him go too far, but she encouraged it. Wanted it. It was stupid of her; it was reckless 。He had no idea when that reckless faith first began, but he wished he'd recognized it for what it was. Wished he'd nipped it in the bud, pushed her away, saved her from him. He didn't understand what she saw in him.

Puck did not doubt Katya's strength nor her ability to defend herself against him. He believed her to be the most likely person to succeed in killing him, if such a thing was even possible. But most likely was not good enough. One day, he would lose control. He would catch her off guard at just the wrong time, overpower her, and she would die.

          She'd probably find it romantic 。She'd choke to death, not because Puck had his hands around her throat, but because she would waste her breath to taunt & tease him until the light faded in her eyes. Such a thing would usually entice him, spur him on. With her, it made him feel sick.

Why ？She'll die, anyway 。Or did you forget already ？You know how this story ends ; you're the one writing it, after all. Everyone dies, then you take your own life at the same time you take your bloodtwin's. This mutt is nothing 。Fodder. A toy you should have discarded long ago 。It'd be a mercy to kill her now.

          ❝ You are being dramatic, I think, ❞ a tease he often threw her way, but today it lacked its usual warmth. It sounded numb, distant. Instinctively, Puck had caught her in his arms, but his embrace felt stiff, heavy yet barely there. Almost as if he were a ghost.

Puck willed a cocky smirk on his face as she kissed him though each brush of her lips made his stomach drop.

          ❝ I did not realize my absence would be 。。。 ❞ A bad thing. The idea that there was someone who truly missed him was entirely alien to him. He didn't know what to do with it. Didn't know what to say. He settled on leaning on old, sarcastic habits. ❝ ⸻ Ah, so harrowing for you, dear. I apologize. ❞

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Just finished clear eyes and I ADORED IT!! But I would love to know, how did Orion say the move to NY wasn’t happening - like I know Sirius predicated it and did the pretend convo to James but did Orion call Sirius? And then did Sirius tell everyone? Or did he just phone the house and tell whoever picked up? How did effie and monty and James react? And then following on from that how did remus react when Sirius told him?

I just loved it and it’s consuming my mind now, I loved the potter family with Sirius and regulus so integrated in and it was so cool, i also really enjoyed the Americanness as a non American like monty in particular i was reading it in like a (my version of) southern American accent and every time he said son I died 🫶🫶🫶 sorry for the spam of questions, I’ve asked way way way too much here so no pressure to answer or respond at all!!

hello and thank you for reading!! I'm glad you enjoyed a football fic as a non-american and the non-specific southern accents they all had <3. no need to apologize for the spam questions! one thing about fic writers is we all love to talk about our fics. ask away!

i had no idea that that question of like "but how did new york not happen????" would haunt so many readers so...i'm just going to give a little bonus and write it out <3

Last trip before all your final exams start, bud, I swear.

That's what his Father had said during their last phone call, when Sirius expressed that weekly trips to New York, now that the Football season had come to a close, wasn't exactly helpful for a study schedule and finishing up a school semester. An excuse? Maybe, but Sirius knew it was one that worked. Half of Sirius's closet had been packed and placed into suitcases, and he clung to the handles of both as he and Regulus made their way through the busy baggage claim of the New York airport. Sirius had his phone in his other hand, checking and double-checking for a phone call to tell him where to meet his Dad.

"Slow down," Regulus said from somewhere behind him as Sirius shouldered his way through the crowds, desperate to find any type of breathing room or personal space. But Sirius had a feeling touching perfect strangers would be his norm very soon. Even the buildings were close together here.

"You're s'posed to be the fastest one in the State, I think you can keep up, Reg," Sirius teased, looking over his shoulder to make sure Regulus was actually somewhere close behind him and not lost in Terminal 3. Regulus had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, wheeling a suitcase behind him, and a scowl on his face from all the people who simply couldn't be bothered to say excuse me.

"I just don't know what you're runnin' for. Dad's not gonna leave without us." Regulus told him when he caught up, now that they were outside of the terminal and waiting on the sidewalk for pick-up. Puffs of air ghosted out in front of their faces, warm breath meeting cold air and it didn't take long for Regulus to put his hands inside his coat pockets, shoulders shrugging up around his neck.

"Get's ya places faster..." Sirius returned, looking down at his phone and then back toward the line of cars. It seemed like the sound of the cicadas and birds chirping would be replaced with honking horns and ambulance sirens, and Sirius wasn't sure he was ready for it. Not at all.

--

Hours later, there had been no phone call. They waited outside on the curb until Sirius's fingers felt like they had frozen in place around the phone. He had called his Father several times, to have it ring. The last time he called, it went straight to the voicemail, and by then they had moved inside to the baggage claim, Black Brothers slumped against a wall, watching as the carousel went around and around.

Flights came and went. People picked up their bags and reunited with loved ones. Sirius and Regulus waited for a phone call, or else a stranger with a sign to appear signaling that someone had remembered they were coming, and were excited to see them.

Sirius checked his watch, and let out a breath through his lips.

"...You go first." Regulus whispered quietly, his head reclined and staring up at the ceiling. Voice strained and Sirius was afraid to look completely at him, knowing there were tears likely streaming down his face.

Hypothetical Freaks.

"...No." Sirius said quietly, shaking his head, "No." Louder. "I'm not playin' that anymore. I'm...I'm not doin' this."

Sirius flipped his phone open and pressed a few buttons before holding it to his ear.

Ring.

Rin--

"Sirius?"

"Hi Mom," Sirius practically choked out, not knowing until that moment how much relief he would feel, just having someone pick up the damn phone.

"Monte, it's Sirius and Reg!" Euphemia called and Sirius couldn't help but smile, imagining her screaming through the house, "Well, hi sweetheart, did you make it--"

"Mom, we're still at the airport," Sirius started, "I've called, I can't even tell ya how many times now, and it rings and it rings and no one answers, and we're stuck sittin' here at a stupid airport, I don't know where to go--I don't have my new stupid address memorized yet or the subway or anythin' and we can't go anywhere, and please just tell me what to do, please." Sirius didn't care that his voice had gone up two octaves the longer he spoke to his Mom; Sirius didn't care that he shook with every word, or that for once he dropped like he had everything figured out in front of Regulus. Nothing was okay, nothing was fine, and Sirius was done pretending it would work out okay.

There was rummaging on the other side of the phone.

"Sirius? You just hold on now, okay?" Fleamont said, "You know I'm not too good with the flights and lookin' at times, so I've got Effie on her phone right now. We'll figure this out, okay?"

"Can we just...come home?"

"We got you, kid. Just hold on."

[sassykitkat22]

Now i love how vlads obsession switched gears and id like to add to it by making it once more extend onto another person

Jasmine dun dun dunnnnnn

As we know from the show danny got added to his obsession regarding Maddie and Jack after discovering danny is a halfa like him

And since its done a 180 here i think after a while of interacting with jack at some point will brag about his oldest daughter and eventually go down to how many times she helped keep dannys secret as well as make to steer the conversation away from phantom during dinner

And you know making sure jack and Maddie pulled away to actually take care of themselves

What is going through vlads head is something along the lines of

I see while me and jack where blinded by that

she devil my dear niece was not only making sure danny was able to feel safe and comfortable

But also insured my brother from another mother wasn't being worked to the bone by she who shall not be named and making sure he ate food

And yes vlad knows if someone isn't there to check in on jack then he will get sucked into the invention zone but his best buddy is very passionate about technology and we all get that way sometimes

But that tendency had to be ten time worse because no doubt Maddie brushed off any thoughts his best friend could have had about taking a break in order to use his mind to further her goals just like how she did when he was left in the hospital half alive half dead

Why it must have been a constant struggle to ensure jacks continued good health but his niece managed to pulled through

Suddenly, any trouble jazz my have had with uptight rich kids disappears as they try to avoid her and if she ever had to take a loan for college any debt has been paid off

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Jack finds a harley quinn on death's door after an argument with the joker one day and decides to help her get back to health

Now jazz as a psychology majore in gotham had heard the story of Dr. Harleen Quinzel at her school, teachers have used her as a cautionary tale about being carful to keep patients at an arms length and some have even done research papers on her because they consider her morbidly fascinating

Some say she's someone who was tragically doomed to fall into being a Rouge eventually due to her family background.

While others consider her a someone who was manipulated, warped by the joker and could have has a normal life if she never encountered him.

One day, she goes to visit her family after having a bit of essay writing block and deciding to take a step back and take a small break

just to find out that her lovable himbo crime lord dad has taken in said

"fuck it if my family can get away with having ties to the criminal underworld why can't I"

Jazz get help on her essay as well as someone to talk psychology to

and harley gets help breaking away from the joker obsession!

Harly, when healed enough, decides to teach jazz some tricks she's learned since in the profession jazz is planning to go into. It's better to be safe than sorry

(Now jazz knows how to aim! Though she still prefes the anti creep stick)

(P.s she's crossed out Fenton and wrote Nightingale creepstick)

Danny, with his dislike and general distrust for clowns, tries to supervise only to get pulled in and eventually get some therapy

Harley after learning about Maddie and what she tried to do to danny decides to join jacks team and gets adopted as a pseudo sibling by Jack

and that's the day she gained a non-shitty but kinda crazy family as well as a place she can feel safe.

Thus, Auntie Harley was born

(Bud and loo are kinda like guard dogs for the building, and Jack absolutely helps to spoil them)

(She and Jazz definitely tag team to help curve their family's bad habits at some point)

(She's helping Danny make chaos as soon as they are left in a room together)

(She is also the therapist for jacks helpers though people where definitely wary of her at first they eventually got use to her)

Now keep in mind she sees how Vlad acts, and while she understands the whole ghost obsession thing, she tends to help keep him on a bit of a leash and pulls him back if it starts negatively affecting everyone with both words and a good smack to the head

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Something i want to add is vlad didn't originally like her very much and the feeling was mutual After harley came back to visit the first time he tried to threaten integrate her on why she came back what is she planning for his best friend, niece, and nephew how can he get her to leave?

Now vlad as a business man prides himself in being able to hide things from his opponents with a mask

So he's more then a little botherd when she casually lists off all his issues and the possible reasons behind these issues and bein 90% right

He only starts to semi trust her and see her as an ally/pawn is when she smacks down a bunch of goons joker sent to ambush jack after he tried to attack a upgraded crim alley with laughing gas and failed

I cant think of what would push them into being sort of friends but as a friend harley helps vlad through his more toxic traits

And when jack decides to date again she and him being both paranoid about relationships team up to make sure whoever is trying to woo their favorite himbo has honest intentions and isn't looking to use him

And she makes sure vlad doesn't try to make things up so they can cause a breakup

Because lets face it this vlad right here will probably hate the idea of jack trying to date someone purely because (in his eyes) its because of a relationship with Maddie that jack was pulled away from him in his time of need and became distanced enough to the point of misplaced resentment and hatred

So to him, jack dating = no more friendship

Thankfully harley, his frienenemy is there to pull him away from those thoughts before he does something that would actually ruin his friendship

Now, harlys nicknames for the Nightingale family!

Danny=little hyena

on account of his habit to bite dangerous people and ask questions later

Jazz=jazzy

I know its a bit lazy but I could just genuinely see her calling jazz this

Jack= Jackyboy

Again, a bit lazy but I'm honestly drawing a blank, so feel free to pop in with suggestions

Vlad= vamps (Dracula is the one she uses if he does somthing or gets out of control)

Red hood/jason

I have two

shrike

I feel like she could probably figure out his previous identity as robin and shriks are pretty brutal birds if she did

Plus I imagine they get off on the wrong foot due to her past relationship with the joker and I can see him threatening first chance he gets maybe somthing along the lines of "I'll throw you from the highest building I can find then shoot you before you hit the ground just befor you hit the ground if you hurt them"

So violent

And Red Gremlin

There's no reason it just fits

Sam=sqirt

Reasons

Tucker=mummy boy? Pharoah dude????.....

Hacky oh gosh that made me cringe. Maybe something like guru or techie? I know those are probably lazy but i seriously still got nothing (i dont remember the character that well)

DP X DC Prompt #45

Gotham has a new rouge. Except he only steals food and medical supplies in great quantities.

(Jack takes Danny and runs to Gotham after a Reveal gone Wrong where Maddie tries to kill Danny)

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Taako woke up to voices talking over his head. He had put the light from his fire out before he went to bed, but the air still smelled of smoke, so it couldn't have been too long since he had fallen asleep. It was certainly dark enough to be the middle of the night. His stomach clenched with anxiety and he kept his eyes closed, trying to still appear asleep.

"-not going to remember you," the first voice said, so quiet Taako could barely pick it up.

"I- I gotta see, though," the second voice said. "If there's a chance that something got past the ######## then I have to try. I have to."

An uncomfortable feeling shot through Taako's body. He knew that voice. Where did he know that voice from?

"I know," the voice first said. "I know."

This was not a good situation to wake up into. He was currently stuffed inside his sleeping bag, in a poor attempt to avoid any night terrors. This was the first time he had gotten to sleep since- since the... incident had happened at Glamour Springs. His wand was in here with him, sure, but if these people were coming to kill him because he killed someone they loved? He was kind of screwed. Like, what do you do in that situation? Hell, if Taako had literally anyone he loved, he'd be super upset if a traveling chef killed them and then ran away.

Taako shifted and turned over, his eyes still closed. The voices stopped abruptly. He had to play it cool. He had to get out of this stupid sleeping sack before they decided to kill him because then he'd at least have a chance. Going slowly, he started curling up so his hands were near the top of the sack, ready to get himself free at any moment.

"Taako...?" the second voice said. He didn't remember anyone at Glamour Springs sounding like that, but it must have been. Right? Right. Someone near the back, who hadn't gotten a chance to eat. "You awake, bud?"

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying not to give himself away.

"You don't have to pretend to be asleep, babe," the second voice continued. "I'm not- we're not gonna hurt you. I promise."

Okay, familiar voice or not, that was so obviously a lie. Of course, they wanted to hurt him. He killed their- their family member, or their friend, or whatever the fuck. Honestly, if Taako could come across anyone in the next few months who didn't want to hurt him, he'd be amazed. It was going to take some getting used to. Celebrity chef directly into mass murder probably wasn't going to be an easy career change.

"Taako," the second voice pleaded, "please open your eyes."

It wasn't a spell, or a command, or anything, but Taako followed through before he could help himself. He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the darkness and letting his Dark Vision do its thing. There was no one in front of him. No shadows, no legs, or feet, nothing.

And then, slowly, something circled around from the back of him. Two sometimes, actually. Taako's breath caught in his throat. They weren't exactly... living. Their red robes were torn and tattered at the edges, dissolving into what looked like pure magic being used as a flesh suit. Their fingers were long, curved, and horrifying. And, when he tilted his head up just slightly, just to see if he recognized the face if it was going to be some lost soul he had killed come back for revenge, the swooping hood gave way to a skull. It shimmered with the same memorizing magic pattern.

Taako was terrified. And stunned. And maybe, in the back of his head, just a little bit impressed.

"Taako," said the Red Robe on the right, the one with the familiar voice. "Do you... know who I am?"

Taako slowly, slowly sat up, getting his arms out of his sack and unzipping it. They didn't seem ready to fight him. Well, okay, they looked like they could kill him with a single spell, but he was trying not to think about that.

"Ghost of Candlenights future?" Taako said with a little, totally normal, totally not nervous laugh. The Red Robe on the right sparked slightly and the one on the left put a hand on her arm.

"No," the Red Robe said, voice sounding a little watery. "I'm- Taako, I'm ###. Your ######? You- you know me Taako."

Taako had his hand tight around his wand now, hidden under the sack. He glanced past the Robes and into the trees. He could make it if he booked it. Or- or-

"You're, uh, you're cuttin' out a little bit there, Casper," Taako said. The Red Robe sparked again, a little more violently this time, and the one of the left pulled her back a few inches, whispering reassurances. "Look, uh, it's been nice to meet you but if you're not planning on killing me or like, permanently handicapping me-"

"Why would I do that?" the right Red Robe asked. Taako dodged a bit of electricity as it came flying off the Red Robe's form, leaving a singe in the ground next to him. "Why- Taako, it's me! It's ###!"

"Babe-" the left Red Robe said. "He can't-"

Taako cast Blink, vanishing into the Ethereal Plane. There were fuzzy shapes of dark red where the Red Robes should be standing, but Taako didn't have the time to focus on whatever the fuck they were. He scrambled the rest of the way out of his sleeping sack and booked it to the line of trees behind them, appearing a second later back in the Prime Material Plane, ten feet away from where he had started. The Red Robes didn't even seem to notice. Taako ran before they could.

He only stopped when his lungs were burning so much he could hardly breathe, and even then, he hid himself in a patch of bushes, crouched down so his head wouldn't peek out over the top. His mouth was so, so dry and he still felt the anxiety seizing at his heart, relentless. He was far enough away that he couldn't even begin to guess where his camping site had been anymore.

After a few minutes of no one showing up after him, Taako let himself sink to the ground, still out of breath. The tree next to him had a paper nailed to it. It read:

Wanted Alive: Taako (from TV) for the murder of thirty lives in Glamour Springs. Reward: fifteen thousand gold. Contact Glamour Springs Sheriff's Department with any leads. Caution: Considered armed and dangerous.

His face was below, taken from one of his promotional posters. Suddenly, Taako was out of breath for some very different reasons.

This week would not give him a fucking rest.

[metalbuckaroo]

💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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[2af-afterdark]

Lead by Example

Rating: Explicit 

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo, Main Character

Additional Tags: AFAB!MC, BDSM, oral sex, Dom/sub dynamics, shoe licking, threesome - F/M/M, grinding

Summary: In the public eye, everyone thinks of you as the human exchange student that’s out of their depth, but behind closed doors you’ve already managed to make two of the most powerful demons in hell bend to your desires.

Word Count: 1964

"Clean." You extend your leg out to him, letting the smooth surface of your heel glisten in the dim light of the room around you. The smirk on your face must have been a sight to see judging by the absolutely pathetic look in his eyes.

He leaned forward, tongue outstretched as he began to lick at the toe of your heel with long, languid strokes. Despite being one of the strongest demons around, Lucifer was quick to lower and degrade himself the moment he was behind closed doors and you used your most domineering voice. All it took was you sitting barely dressed on a bed for him to throw away all his pride.

Without even touching you, he was already stirring something inside your core. To see him fallen so low beneath you, a mere human, gave you a sense of power that couldn't be replicated. If only the rest of the Devildom could see their precious avatar of pride right now.

As you stared down at him, firm hands groped at you from behind, slipping beneath your top and massaging their way across your chest until they found their way to pinching at your nipples.

Lips ghosted along the back of your neck, the corners of which you could feel were curled into a Cheshire smile, "I see you got started without me."

You turned your head back to stare into mischievous golden eyes and couldn't help as your smile grew to match his own, "You were taking too long. I was starting to get bored with waiting." You hadn't heard him come in, but you were happy to see him nonetheless.

"That's not fair," Diavolo pouted but the laughter sitting just under his voice didn't match his tone of disappointment.

"Mm? If that's the case, I'm sure there's plenty of room next to Lucifer." You nearly yelped as his fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples, feeling something hot rising in your chest, "Did I give you permission to do that?"

He hummed through his sly smile, "No, but these," he rolled the buds between his fingers as you sighed quietly, "were asking for it."

"Naughty boy." You reached up and gently patted the side of his face, "Just for that, go help Lucifer. Unlike you, he's been good enough to get a reward."

"Oh? And how should I help him?"

"Hmm… Clean out that mouth of his. He's going to need to use it ."

A smirk spread across his face as he slipped his hands out of your shirt and moved to kneel next to where Lucifer was on the ground.

"Lucifer?" He whispered softly, placing his hand on the other's cheek before pulling his gaze away from you and toward himself, "Stick out your tongue for me."

There wasn't any hesitation as Lucifer shifted his focus to follow Diavolo's order. He opened his mouth wide and let his tongue roll out as he'd been told. Everything started off slowly with Diavolo focusing all of his attention on just his tongue; wrapping his lips around the thing and sucking on it as if it were the most precious thing in the world. He wove both of their tongues together, trying not to laugh at the way Lucifer moaned for him.

You, however, were free to chuckle all you wanted. They always looked adorable together. So adorable, in fact, that you couldn't help the hand that was already reaching to rub at your sex. As his eyes glanced over, you knew Diavolo was aware of what he was doing to you. He really was a troublesome prince.

You grabbed at the band of your underwear to slide them down your legs and take them off. As you did, it almost looked like Diavolo was trying to eat Lucifer alive as he finally moved on to kissing him in all earnestness. Both of them almost seemed to forget about you entirely as they indulged in each other, hands starting to roam up each other's thighs and across the other's chest.

"Really?" You spoke, snapping both of their attentions back to you, "As much as I would love to see what you two do, I don't want to wait to give Lucifer his reward." 

His eyes went wide and his throat dry as you spread your legs for him. He was crawling into his spot before you could even tell him to.

"What do you think, Lucifer?"

You could see the battle raging in his eyes as he debated with himself how low he was willing to sink. It was far too late to be having that internal struggle though. He was already far to eager and willing to lower himself however he needed and thank you for standing above him.

"Beautiful," he said as he stared at the way you were already dripping before his eyes. His eyes looked so out of it as he spoke, clearly already faded somewhere else, "Please allow me to serve you."

Oh, it took everything inside of you not to straddle his face and ride him until you were cumming all over his mouth. In due time…

"Of course, Lucifer. This is your reward, after all." Your gaze turned to Diavolo once more with a devious smile, "I never told you to stop helping him."

A brief flash of understanding passed between you two before the prince's smile matched your own and joined you two once more.

"Come on, Lucifer. This is supposed to be a reward for your good behavior." Diavolo grabbed at the roots of the other demon's hair, pulling at him and pressing his face against your crotch, "So show me why I should be a good boy like you."

There were thick tears running down Lucifer's cheeks from the overwhelming scent of you flooding his senses, framing the dazed look in his eyes so beautifully that you were tempted to bully him even more. But, no. He deserved some amount of kindness for all of his efforts.

"C'mon, Lucifer, you've gotten me this wet already so it's only right you help me finish. Why don't you take this chance to make Diavolo jealous?"

"That's not fair…" Diavolo genuinely pouted this time, even as he kept his hand pressed against the back of the other demon's head so he couldn't pull away from that spot between your legs; not that he wanted to.

"You get what you earn~" You practically sang as you leaned back and narrowed your gaze on Lucifer, "Now watch him take what he's earned."

And take he did. Your fevered moans mixed with his hums of enrapture as his tongue glided through your wet folds. His warm tongue plunged inside of your needy heat, licking you as deeply as he could. His hands reached up to spread you wide so he could sink deeper still.

Despite only being allowed to watch, Diavolo groaned deep in his throat. He was straining against his pants watching Lucifer get a taste of you, unsure of who he envied more in this situation. Lucifer's tongue looked divine and would look even better wrapped around his cock, but he also wanted to be buried inside of you.

It was the sound of your voice breaking as Lucifer's lips moved to suck at your swollen clit that finally made up his mind though. He needed to hear you make that sound because of and for him.

"Are you going to cum?" He teased, knowing the answer already.

"Y-yes," you stuttered out, bucking your hips against Lucifer's mouth to try and milk as much pleasure as you could from him.

"Did you hear that, Lucifer? You're going to make them cum. Such an amazing reward." He reached into his pants with his free hand, fishing himself out, and stroking himself in time to the cries of your approaching orgasm.

Diavolo knew you too well, because your orgasm ripped through you soon after. Your entire body shook as your vision went blurry and your hands gripped onto the bedsheets for dear life. Throughout the entire thing, Lucifer never stopped lapping at your sex. Even when your body finally went limp, he didn't stop. The only thing that did eventually stop him, was Diavolo pulling him away and practically tossing him to the side so he could settle between your legs instead.

He rubbed his thick cock against your glistening slit, coating himself in your slick.

"I didn't tell you to-"

"No you didn't, but I believe you called me a naughty boy didn't you? So when I saw something I wanted, I decided to be naughty and take it." He bumped his tip against your still sensitive clit just to hear you whimper, "Say you want it too and it's yours."

You couldn't take it. Your body was too sensitive after what it had just experienced. But the delicious way he rubbed against you without pushing in made your stomach twist in knots. You knew what he had to offer and how much pleasure it would bring but you couldn't reward him for such disobedience.

"Well?" He asked again as he nudged himself against your entrance.

"Fuck me," you finally broke.

"As you wish." He was more than happy to oblige, shoving himself inside of you in one fluid motion and thrusting inside of you without missing a beat.

"H-hey," you panted out as Diavolo's hips meet yours over and over, emptying your head of thoughts with each push, "Don't forget abo-"

He kissed you before you could finish the sentence, "Of course not." He reached behind himself with one hand, spreading his ass as he looked at where Lucifer still sat with his eyes transfixed on the sight before him, "I want to reward him too, after all."

Lucifer practically jumped on top of Diavolo, rutting against his ass to ease the aching in his cock as the prince continued to fuck into you. His arms reached past Diavolo, his hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Kiss me," Lucifer tried to order as he stared into Diavolo's eyes with nowhere near as much vibrato as he usually had.

Still Diavolo acquiesced, sloppily locking his lips with Lucifer's. He could still taste you on his lips; a treat that reminded him why Lucifer deserved to be so heavily rewarded.

"Good boy," he muttered against Lucifer's lips, keening as the other demon's erratic grinding pushed him into your warmth at a new pace that was of Lucifer's choosing.

There was no way Diavolo could possibly explain this scene if anyone were to venture in and see them; no way to explain how he was sandwiched between a demon below him and a human and enjoyed every moment; how his will bend and broke and reformed itself according to their wills and his whims. He didn't have to explain it though. This scene was only for the three of you and not the entire Devildom. 

He could take your rewards and punishments in time. He could listen to your demands and orders. He could be yours. They were all yours.

"Don't stop. So close," you mewled as your head tossed back and your hips greedily rolled against him just to chase the pleasure they both had to offer you. Your hands squeezed Lucifer's as the muscles in your body started to tighten up once again. Diavolo almost felt bad that Lucifer couldn't feel the way your walls clamped down around him and refused to let him go. Almost, if he wasn't so happy to feel how Lucifer's cock twitched against his ass.

"Of course." Whatever you wanted, they would surely give. You were, after all, the one who stood above them both; even if they were the only two who would ever know that fact.

[theseverence]

aurea-fide​:

He expected she would want to in a way. He always knew that she was loyal to Pirriks over himself. Yes she listened to his orders and demands but jorvek knew she her loyalty was fully to Pirriks. His head drops against the corner of the barrier as she leaves, her finally words stinging his soul and he shuts his eyes.

He deserrved that.

When Travek shows up hours later, jorvek wishes someone decided to shoot him dead then but no one did. He keeps his eyes shyt as he listens to the medics report and he makes a wounded noise. Forcing his good eyes ooen, he shifts his head enough to glance at the tired medic.

He’s quiet, seeming to think how to say something before he shakes his head. "Tra-” he croaks wincing at the sound. Damn his episodes. He coughs clearing it. “Travek. Thank you. ” he wheezes after a second .

He knows the medic could careless about the Kell but he was also a medic. His loyalty was allowed to be looser in a way. A medic is supposed to be neutrual after all.

His eyes shut. “Keep me. Here. ” he huffs. Even if it turns out days or weeks, months, jorvek doesn’t care. Hell take the punishment for he done. It’ll force him to evaluate a few things.

Travek shrugs the thanks away - it’s his duty and he doesn’t need to be thanked for it, no matter if it’s the Kell or an ordinary Dreg. And he’s not ever sure if he did enough... He shakes his head to dispel the thoughts. 

“Yeah, you're not going anywhere even if you wanted to." He looks towards the door with a grimace. "Destrix was quite adamant on that..." Travek would much more prefer to have Jorvek in the medbay, even if in isolation, but at least he would be able to run some tests and keep an eye on him, but bless the Ghosts for being miniature medical machines.

"Patch, can you give me a full body scan, and a brain scan?" He waves the dataslate vaguely and rests his head against his other primary hand. "I need to be sure I'm leaving you here in an acceptable state." The medic adds, wanting to cut any protests in the bud. "Let's make it quick. I need to go back to the medbay, my shift starts soon." If surgery wasn't enough... but at least he will be there if something happens.

[writteninkat]

Pride | Bakugou

"𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗻."

summary: teasing Katsuki about being "all grand and no finale" comes with its own pros and cons. well, mostly pros.

word count: 2.3k

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It's 4am, you wake up feeling horny as ever. Your boyfriend is right beside you, sleeping peacefully with half of his face on the soft pillow. He looks peaceful, you don't want to wake him. But at the same time, the growing heat in between your legs, your cunt squeezing out slick has your whole body heating up.

Your hand slowly travels down your body, going underneath your underwear. You press a finger between your folds, your head digging back on the pillow as your other hand flies on your breast.

Your teeth sink on your lower lip as your fingers begin slowly massaging circles on your clit causing a hot breath to leave your throat. The feeling sent jolts throughout your body, making you continue your actions.

It feels good, too good- your wrist continues to roll your hand around, your legs widening in habit, developed whenever something or someone was playing with your dirty cunt.

You lick your lips, pinching your nipple as you feel your orgasm coming closer. Your mouth hangs open as your hands quickens its pace, running after your orgasm.

"Y/n?" Katsuki's rough voice was the last push to you reaching your orgasm. Your legs clamp together as your body trembles in pleasure. You continue massaging lazy circles around your cunt, riding out your orgasm until you finish.

You pant heavily, facing your head to the side to look at your boyfriend with clouded eyes. "Go back to sleep, baby."

Katsuki furrows his brows, his hand wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand out of your shorts. He reveals your slick-covered fingers from inside, making him look at you with a look asking for an explanation.

When you don't answer, he takes his chance. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could have taken care of you." His vermilion eyes dig into yours deeply, demanding an answer from you.

"I didn't wanna wake you at the asscrack of dawn just because I was horny" was what you wanted to say, but instead the devil on your left shoulder whispers on your ear a cheeky plan.

"Cause I knew it'd take me too long to cum. I'd be asleep again by the time my first orgasm would hit me." You smirk lazily at your boyfriend whose ears look like smoke are coming out of them.

Katsuki pushes himself off his back, rolling over on top of you. He pins your hands on either side of your head and your heart begins to rave at the sight of the shaded look on his eyes.

"Kindly repeat that again for me, baby? I don't think I heard you correctly." Katsuki says in between his teeth, forcing out a smile.

Of course it wasn't true. In the state you were in a few moments ago, one lick of Katsuki's tongue would have had you cumming, your whole body shaking and your thighs clamping down on his head. But you guess your boyfriend has been rubbing off on you these days and right now, you just wanna act like an asshole.

"I said..." You narrow your eyes, ready to repeat yourself only for a whimper to slip out. Katsuki had shoved two of his fingers in your slippery walls, the both of them moving away from each other to try and stretch you out.

You may have came once, but that didn't mean you were contented nor were you no longer horny. You ached for Katsuki inside you, abusing your hole until you were a shaking, crying and drooling mess.

"It's been a while since I last fucked you real hard, right doll?" He has that stupid grin again, that stupid grin that had you falling for him the first time you met him in highschool, four years ago.

"That's cause- aahh!, that's cause you know your stroke game's lazy." you smirk at him through lustful eyes, your tongue padding over the side of your upper lip.

Katsuki's grin disappears and is replaced by the corners of his lips tugging down. His free hand takes both of your hands above your head as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, hitting the exact spot you want every time he shoves them inside.

"God!" You moan out loud, pulling your legs up and away from each other, giving Katsuki more access to your needy cunt. "F-Fuck, 'Suki I- I-!" Before you could even finish your words, your toes curl as your second orgasm of the morning hits you.

Your chest rises and falls as you feel your lips tugging into a contented smile. You pull on your hands, wanting to give your boyfriend a kiss but he keeps them locked above your head.

"No, no, doll. I'll be making you cum until you take back those words you said about me." He pulls his fingers from your pussy, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking the glistening slick coated around them. You trap your lower lip in between your teeth at the sight of your boyfriend slurping on his fingers coated with your juices.

Once he's finished cleaning his fingers, the same hand wraps itself on the lower part of your face, his thumb, index and middle fingers digging onto either side of your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth.

He presses his lips on yours, pushing his tongue inside your wet cavern. He tastes salty, he tastes of you. You press your thighs together, feeling your cunt clench around nothing at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Katsuki nibbles on your lower lip, pulling on it before trailing kisses down your jaw, neck, and chest. With his free hand he begins kneading your right breast, pinching and pulling on your hardened bud as he busies his mouth by sucking and biting on your left breast.

His lips continue on their journey lower, he stops right around your stomach. He looks up at you, his lips ghosting over your sensitive skin before pushing himself off of you and to the side of the bed, grabbing something from underneath.

"'Suki, why are you-" The words die in your mouth the moment you see the rope in his hand. He shows it to you, wrapping it around your wrist before tying it to the dashboard.

"So those hands of yours won't be meddling while I have my way with you." He gives you a smart-ass smile before resuming to his usual activity; eating you out.

You can feel his lips press against your needy cunt. Katsuki starts by kissing all around the area, leaving hickeys and bite marks on your inner thighs before licking a long strip from your asshole up to your clit.

"Mmmhhff- fuck!" Your moan bounces off the walls of the room as you rock your hips, riding out your third orgasm for the morning.

"Cumming already?" Katsuki mocks, raising an eyebrows as an evident smirk tugs on one side of his lip. "That was just the warm up, doll. Make sure you remember your stoplight colors." And with that, he dives back into your wet cunt.

Everything, you can feel everything that's going on inside your pussy. You can feel Katsuki's tongue making circles inside your hole, you can also feel it pushing itself in and out of you, fucking you. His tongue feels hot and wet, and it glides on your clenching walls so smoothly.

He begins sucking on you, you can hear slurping sounds echo throught the room as he has his way with you. You can feel the hardness and sharpness of his teeth and the softness of his lip and the warmth of his tongue all at the same time in your lower region.

Your breath quickens, feeling another orgasm about to hit you. "Come on now, doll. Don't be afraid to cum once more." He growls, spitting on your cunt. The action has you arching your back and tugging on the rope around your wrist, the headboard making a 'clang' sound as you do so.

Your legs wrap around your boyfriend's head, pushing his face back to your cunt as you rock your hips, riding out your orgasm. Your arm muscles begin to weaken, having been able to release four orgasms in under half an hour.

Katsuki pushes your legs apart, lifting his head up with a grin. You look down at him with hazy eyes, ready to apologise but you stop once you see your slick all over his face.

You bite on your lip once again, watching his tongue lap the dripping slick on the corner of his mouth. He forces your legs apart, hands hripping on your soft skin. "Color." He demands, pushing his shorts down, making his hard cock spring out.

"Green." You breathe out, watching as your boyfriend chuckles at your state. He reaches for a condom on the bedside table, ripping it open with one hand and his teeth. He rolls the condom over his dick, lining the tip to your entrance as he looks at you dead in the eye. "Got something to say to me, doll?"

You chuckle, "You're all grand and no finale."

Katsuki thrusts inside you, making sure his pelvis hits your ass. He's buried inside you so deeply making you feel so full that you have to take deep breaths. "Who's all grand and no finale, huh?" He growls, lifting his hips up before thrusting inside you deeply once again.

"Y-you, you are." Your words almost came out a stumbled mess. Katsuki makes an annoyed 'tch' beforeleaning back and pulling on the sides of your hips, thrusting his hips leisurely. He rolls his hips multiple times, making sure you feel all of him before he begins to quicken his pace.

He pulls at your leg, lifting it up on his shoulder as he continues ramming inside you viciously. His sac begins hitting against your skin, creating a lewd clapping noise.

"Mmmff- 'Suki! I'm so close!" You moan out loud, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your eyebrows scrunch up. You roll your hips with your boyfriend's pace, feeling everything at the same time before reaching your high, your hips shaking as you continue to rock them, finishing out your orgasm.

You pant heavily, as if you had just finished running a marathon. You look down at your boyfriend who's looking at you with /those/ eyes. Your own widen, knowing full well what those eyes mean.

"I'm not yet finished, doll. Gotta prove I ain't 'all grande and no finale'." He lifts you by your hips, flipping you around. Your body bounces on the bed, as he pulls on your hips, rising them even more. Katsuki places a hand on your back, pushing it down.

"Be a good doll and take my cock until I cum, alright?" He pushes himself inside you, your walls feeling too sensitive for another round. Katsuki slaps your ass hard, watching it jiggle before slapoing it again. "Take back what you said, doll, then I'll go easy on you."

You may be feeling a bit sensitive, but that just makes everything so much more better. You look at your boyfriend behind you, giving him a smug smirk before facing front. Katsuki clenches his jaw, digging his fingers on your hips, slamming his cock inside your hole. His one hand creeps towards your clit, massaging it making you gasp loudly.

You find yourself blabbering nonsense, your mind turning back and your drool dripping out the corners of your mouth as you let your boyfriend pleasure you all he wants. The movement of his hand on your clit and the thrusting of his dick inside your whole feels too much for you that you can feel tears pooling around the vorners of your eyes.

"Ka-A-Atsuki!" You can hear the bed creaking and dragging on the floor with how hard Katsuki is thrusting inside you. "Say you take it back. You take it all back." He growls into your ear, his kther hand finding its way to your breast, now cupping and massaging it as he pleases.

You nod your head, scrunching up your eyebrows. "I-I take it all back! You feel too good, 'Suki!" Your moaning has your throat hurting, but you pay it no mind. You hear your boyfriend grunting behind you, his pace hastens as you feel a bigger orgasm slowly reaching you.

Katsuki leans over to your ear, licking the shell before grunting, "Cum for me, you fucking cockslut." He bites on your ear and at the same time pinches your nipple and clit, the orgasm overwhelming you. You feel your whole body give out, inviting the darkness to envelope you in its arms.

You wake up with Katsuki's spot beside you empty. It's already very bright out, making you squint your eyes as you look for your alarm clock.

7:21 am

"You're awake." You turn to look at the doorframe where your boufriend is standing with his arms crossed and body leaned on the frame. "You kind of passed out before I could finish. I had to take care of it myself."

You cover your face in embarrassment, making your boyfriend walk over to you. He sits beside you, taking your hands by your wrists and kissing on the red rope marks around them.

"Sorry I tied them too tightly." He apologizes, his lips covering kisses all around your red wrists. "Don't be, I was pulling on them myself." You smile at your boyfriend, pouting your lips and letting him lean over to press you a morning kiss.

"Speaking of you passing out before I could finish," He looks at you smugly, smirk on his lips and a lazy look lacing his eyes. "Who's all grand and no finale now?"