#will tnt fanfiction

[jcbbby]

Dani, Dani I'm sobbing, I'm afraid I am in dire need of a fic inspired by this

Took all of my breath away, I need him to say this to me

HELL YES, YOU GOT IT BABY this is a little short though, I'm sorry... :/

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You and Kit sat before the fireplace, sharing celebratory wine after opening night of his new play. It was a great success, having sold out and received a standing ovation. You beamed with pride as he took to the stage and took his own bow. He was adored by so many, but he was always most adored by you. His brilliant mind, sharp wit, and angelic looks. It was hard not to fall in love with him.

It was likewise with you. Kit had fallen for your intelligence, your poise, and your dark humor that always surprised him coming from your equally angelic looks; but he loved the shock whenever you struck him with it.

It was curious how well you two got on. Both of you had the tendency to lose your temper, to withdraw, or to be sharp tongued or short with people. You sometimes wondered if there was a missing piece in your brains. But perhaps you each held the other's absent part, fitting together like a puzzle piece, filling in the other's empty spaces.

"Another classic for Christopher Marlowe, I think." You smiled, holding your glass up. "A toast to you, my love."

Kit grinned, bringing is glass to lightly tap yours. "It would be nothing without my muse, my inspiration. To both of us, darling."

Both of you brought your glasses to your lips, swigging a sip back. You shuffled yourself to lean back into Kit's chest as he brought an arm around you, resting just above your chest. Gazing at the fire, you sat in peaceful silence for a moment. The warmth of the flame and the wine washing over you.

"You know..." Kit cleared his throat. "I've been meaning to discuss something with you."

"Hmm?" You kept your gaze on the fire.

"Well...I've been meaning to ask you something."

You craned your neck up at him. "Ask me what?"

You could feel Kit tense up under you. He placed his glass down beside him, adjusting the both of you so he could look at you.

"Darling...I've been thinking lately, about how you've always been there for me. How you've been a source of light and peace for me these last few years. And...I've wanted to demonstrate how I promise to be the same for you." He paused, searching your eyes.

You chuckled. "Kit, I already know that. Of course you are."

His expression remained stoic, reaching into his breast pocket. "Yes, but...well, what I'm trying to say...my love, I want to make you my wife." Out of his pocket, he pulled a golden ring with a small emerald gem in the center.

Your smile, lingering still from your chuckle, fell. "Oh, Kit...I...I'm flattered and awestruck. What a beautiful ring...but, y-you don't want to marry me, surely. A union with me...is...is a union to a life of misery. I am not well. I can be erratic, I can be cruel, I can disappear. You'll damn yourself to a life of hell with me. I-I-I fear I would drain your soul, darling."

Your eyelids hung heavy over your eyes as you felt tears begin to prick them. You hung your head, keeping your gaze on the magnificent ring Kit had presented; your heart sinking in your chest. Kit brought his other hand up, lifting your chin to look at him.

"I am well aware of your moods, and I care not." His expression had softened, looking deep into your soul with pleading eyes.

"Kit, but-"

He held a finger to your lips. "Not another word. We both know each other well enough to know we share the same dispositions, the torment that both of our minds release upon us on any given day but-" He paused, turning to take his glass of wine from where he set it down, and held it up. "If your love cost me my soul, then here's to damnation, darling. We'll descend together."

Staring at him, a smile returns again to your face as the tears spill over. You hold your glass up to his, toasting with him again, before bringing the glass to your lips for another sip.

"So...it is decided?" He asks, holding the ring up again.

You nod. "Yes. This beautifully unholy union shall be."

You hold out your hand, and Kit gingerly slides the ring on to your finger. He brings the newly decorated hand up to his lips, placing a kiss, before pulling you hand first into him to meet you at your lips. When you part, you stare into each other's eyes for a moment, both of you unable to keep your grins at bay.

[fernlessbastard]

Oh god, that is an OLD piece......... Like, I'm talking around a year old, if not more

But oh well, I need some promo art for CHAPTER TWO OF "IT'S US THAT MADE THIS MESS" WHICH I JUST POSTED (dw you'll still get a proper chapter inspired piece)

Anyway I don't think it needs a community label but I guess CW: bare male chest under the cut idk

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Sugarplum

Sugar daddy Christian Cage X fem reader

Sugar daddy Christian Cage headcannons

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Christian Cage is such a sweetheart

He would spoil you with expensive gifts

He would buy you whatever you like

Christian would give you a monthly alowance to buy whatever you like under one condition. You have to send him a sexy picture in the outfits you buy

He would take you for lunch dates and take you to the most expensive restaurants

With you money is no expense

Christian would take you on expensive vacations

He would worship your body and treat you like gold

He would show you off like his most prized possession

He could never say no to you

He would make passonite love to you all day every day

[mysticwinterkit]

And now... Solidarity presents

Secret Life Hunger Games: An Ethubs Story

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

[angels-changeling]

Found this in the WIP folder and thought I’d finish this. It’s a cover art for my tnt duo merfic. But since it’s been like a year since I wrote it, it’s come back around and is now qsmp applicable, cos their gay love infects every damn server they’re in

[commaclear]

Established Domestic TNT Duo

GO READ IT NOW FOR MYSTERY, SUSPENSE, AND DOMESTIC HURT/COMFORT

[cloverlilly91]

WOOOOOO SECOND FICTOBER FIC

I had fun writing this hehehhwhahahaha

Ship is: Transmasc! Revivedbur x Quackity

Trigger warnings for: a/b/o universe, detailed NSFW bc I'm gay like that, PEGGING, body worship

I had fun writing this, so hopefully, you guys have fun reading it!!

ENJOYYYY!!!!

taglist: @lillyspeakz @simpburtheloser

God. Fucking. Damnit.

Wilbur was out of heat suppressant pills. And he had a strong urge to fuck something. Or more specifically... someone.

He made his way out of his cabin, taking quick but measured steps towards Las Nevadas. Was he meant to be there? No. Was he going to go just to mess with Quackity and hopefully get to fuck him? Absolutely.

He snuck into Las Nevadas, quickly making his way to Quackity's office with a smug grin. His pheromones were releasing like crazy, and it made him want to fuck Quackity the second he saw him. But he wouldn't do that. Yeah, he was crazy, but he wasn't a monster. He followed the scent of Quackity's stress, grinning as he entered the office. "Well, if it isn't my favorite duck," he said mockingly. Quackity's head shot up, and he glared at Wilbur. "Hijo de la- What do you want, Wilbur," he snapped, flaring his wings angrily. "Oh calm down ducky, I just wanted to see you," Wilbur replied, his tone one he would often use on Tommy when treating him like a little kid.

Quackity's eyes narrowed, and he sighed angrily. "Whatever you want, forget about it. You're not getting shit from me," he hissed. Wilbur chuckled, his pheromones releasing into the air as he took long, steady strides toward Quackity. Quackity's eyes widened as he finally caught a whiff of Wilbur's scent, realizing why Wilbur was there. "You're in heat," he said. It wasn't a question. "Indeed I am, and I want you to let me fuck you. Just for tonight, and we can pretend it never happened. In return, I'll leave you and your country alone... for a while," Wilbur responded, grinning.

Quackity thought for a bit, eventually sighing and standing up. "Fine. But just this once. If you ever ask me for something like this again I'm killing you." "Understood," was all Wilbur said, walking to Quackity's side. "Por qué estoy haciendo esta chingadera," Quackity muttered under his breath. "What was that?" Wilbur asked, leaning down to plant a kiss on Quackity's neck. "Nothing," he responded, shuddering at the kiss to his neck. "I think you're lying," Wilbur said, almost teasingly as he reached for Quackity's belt.

Quackity's breath caught in his throat as Wilbur's fingers brushed over his length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked up, chasing Wilbur's touch. Wilbur chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips. "You that desperate? Fucking whore," he teased. "Shut up, I don't exactly have a lot of time for shit like this," Quackity huffed, gasping as Will wrapped his hand around Quackity's clothed dick, squeezing him.

"Fuck," Quackity hissed, gritting his teeth. Wilbur chuckled, slowly rubbing him. "Stupid little whore," he teased, pulling Quackity out of his seat and pinning him against the wall. Quackity let out a surprised quack as Wilbur pulled down his pants, biting his lip as he slipped the tip of his middle finger in him. "Ay, mierda," he murmured, arching his back to meet Wilbur's touch, making the ex-president laugh. "That needy already?" he teased. "Shut up!" Quackity snapped.

From somewhere only gods know where Wilbur pulled out a strap-on and lube. "Where in the fuck were you hiding that?" Quackity questioned. "Wouldn't you like to know," Wilbur said as he took off his clothes. He put the toy on, decidedly keeping his chest binder on as he lubed Quackity up. "Ay, that's cold," Quackity hissed. "Oh, calm down. I might hate you, but I don't want to hurt you when we're fucking," Wilbur snapped, his hips suddenly thrusting forward to thrust into Quackity.

"Fuck!" Quackity cried out, clenching around the toy as he struggled to breathe. He hadn't been fucked in so long, and the sudden intrusion caught him off guard. Arching his back, he grinded his hips against the toy, desperate for some form of satisfaction. Wilbur chuckled darkly, grasping Quackity's hips harshly to keep him still, drawing a whine from the man. "You have to say it, use your words," Wilbur teased, smirking.

"Kill yourself," Quackity growled, struggling against Wilbur's hold. "Awww, you're so mean!" Wilbur pouted, pretending to be hurt. He reached around, grabbing Quackity's cock and squeezing. "Use your words," he hissed, glaring at Q. Quackity whined, bucking his hips slightly. "Fine," he spat. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

Wilbur laughed, thrusting agonizingly slowly into Quackity. "That's good, but not good enough." Quackity whined, bucking his hips to get more friction.

"What, you want me to beg?"

"That is exactly what I want."

Quackity groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "You're annoying," he huffed.

"I know."

Quackity gasped as Wilbur bucked his hips forward, shoving the toy even deeper. "Fuck," he whined, leaning against the wall. "Hm? What was that?" Wilbur asked. "Fuck me..." Quackity whimpered, his thoughts hazy already. Wilbur chuckled. "Already being fucked stupid, eh?" He asked, starting to thrust into Quackity, his pace slow and measured. Quackity moaned, arching his back to meet Wilbur's thrusts. "You bitch," he muttered. "How am I the bitch?" Wilbur questioned, harshly thrusting into Quackity. Letting go of Quackity's hips, Wilbur let his hands roam over Quackity's body, gently brushing over every scar, burn, and marks that have yet to fade. Quackity shuddered, his wings fluttering manically.

Leaning down, Wilbur gently nipped at the base of Quackity's wings, making him cry out in pleasure. He began to pepper kisses along Quackity's back, focusing on the area between his wings. "Fucking-" Quackity cut himself off with a moan as Wilbur nipped at the base of his wings. Wilbur sped up the pace of his thrusts, making Quackity cry out in pleasure.

"You bitch!" he whined, leaning heavily against Wilbur, who was palming him and jerking him off in time with his thrusts, his other hand wandering over Quackity's body. "Oh, calm down. I'm just making you feel good," Wilbur said, caressing one of Quackity's wings. "Fuck, so close," Quackity whined, thrusting into Wilbur's hand desperately.

Without warning, Wilbur squeezed Quackity's length, giving him the final push he needed. He spilled onto Wilbur's hand, whining. Wilbur chuckled and pulled out of him, kissing his neck. "Good boy," he teased, Quackity leaning against the wall and trying to catch his breath. "Go fuck yourself," Quackity panted as Wilbur got dressed. Wilbur glanced back at Quackity, pulling his coat on. "I gladly will," he teased, walking out and leaving Quackity to clean himself up.

[justphilia]

Hello! The other day I participated in a gift exchange event and produced this magnum opus in 2 days (event challenge) and my wrists ached so badly afterwards!!!

(strictly characters of DSMP)

Percy Jackson / Demigods / Camp Half-Blood AU !!! Featuring Bench Trio , Clingy Duo , Allium Duo , TNT Duo and Rain Duo !!! Tommyinnit , Ranboo and Wilbur centric !!!

cc!Wilbur Soot supporters DNI + block me

[sgtwhiskers26]

Older obscure Star Trek fanfiction

I’m going to share with you the fic that started it all. And yes, I’m a hypocrite. The story does mention Spark, but only for about two chapters, and they’re not dominant ship for once, and the rest is TnT; the story is technically a crossover, but only for the first couple of chapters

As always, please don’t hesitate to PM me and don’t forget to share your love, devotion, and gratitude to the writers 

Without too much fanfare

One Universe Over by steamfan

Mr. Spock, being the best wingman ever, saving his cool great aunt and Florida man great uncle and poor Daniels, no one in temporal investigations can catch a break when it comes to Jim Kirk. He can’t just screw with his timeline. He has to screw with others' timelines. And according to Trip, Scotty, is a rat bastard for touching his lady

[keirawantstocry]

Tnt duo playing poker<3 homoerotic banter ensues (is that the right word?)

yessssss homoeroticccc

Wilbur wasn't looking at his cards. All he could look at was the man in front of him, dark hair being pushed out of his eyes and back under the beanie he was never seen without, eyes scanning his cards carefully before glancing at the bet pile.

The dealer was watching both of them.

"Call," Quackity said, folding the cards to his chest and pushing forward some of his poker chips.

The dealer placed another card in the center of the table. Wilbur finally glanced down at the cards. He was going to crash and burn but he wanted to drag this out a bit more.

He whistled, looking up at Quackity who was already looking at him. "You're definitely gonna want to fold after this."

Quackity raised a single eyebrow at him. "Personally I think you'll be the one folding. You can't keep up this act forever."

Wilbur hooked two fingers inside the collar of his shirt and pulled it out, sighing a bit. "What act, darling? This is all me."

Quackity laughed. "Do you really think you're fooling anyone with this cocky attitude? I can feel the desperation for attention dripping off you with every statement."

Wilbur scoffed. "You're one to talk. How many partners have you been through this month?"

Unexpectedly the insult seemed to slide right off of Quackity. "How many have you had? Oh, my bad, I forgot nobody can stand to be seen with you."

Wilbur gritted his teeth and looked down at his cards once more. "Raise."

Both of Quackity's eyebrows shot up as Wilbur pushed forward the last of his chips. He cocked his head and gave him a devious grin. "Ready to fold, amor?"

Quackity visibly shuddered. Interesting. "Don't call me that."

"Why? Like it too much, mi amor? Mi vida?"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm going all in."

Wilbur clicked his tongue. "Ooo, rash decision, querido. Am I getting under your skin?"

"Never."

"Well, at least let me under your clothes then."

"Fuck you."

yeahd and then they have gay sex :]

[jcbbby]

Can you please make a Kit Marlowe one-shot of him and the reader being friends and they go to a party and the reader get a little bit too drunk so he takes them back to his place and things get a  spicy and they become some more? (If you’re up to it after everything that happened and if you’re not comfortable that’s fine too) I love your work and I need more of it ❤️

first of all omg you’re so sweet 💖 thank you so much for being thoughtful after my lil incident, but I’m doing okay now! I’m happy to fulfill this request for you!! I am such a sucker for Kit, he holds a special place in my heart hehe. and AH! stahpppp, thank you so much, that final comment made my day 😭😭 I hope you enjoy this! (lowkey I think I put my whole Kitussy into this) I luv u 🫶

Warnings: SMUT but like…poetic romantic smut? idk, still smut, so 18+, get off my lawn minors!!! friends to lovers, p in v sex, unprotected sex (I mean it’s the 1500s, so…), use of candle wax during sex 🫣, alcohol. probably some historical inaccuracies.

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It had been a long night of drinking, dancing, and entertainment. One of the wealthier Londoners was having a party and your friend Kit Marlowe had brought you along. The party was one of the more rowdy ones you’d been to, and the wine and ale were flowing freely for hours. Admittedly, you should have eaten more before arriving, but the day had been busy with errands you needed to run around town before getting ready for the night. After quite a few cups of wine, you were feeling light and bubbly, engaging in conversations with everyone and stumbling over your feet as you tried to dance to the flautist hired to entertain.

Taking a break for a moment you and Kit stood over in the corner for a peaceful moment in this sea of chaos. You leaned slightly too far left against the wall, losing your balance, hitting the floor with a thud and a quick shriek when you made impact. Kit watched the clumsy moment in real time, but his reaction was hindered by the wine, as he reached for you a little too late. You lay spilled over on the floor, your hair fallen over your face, as you giggled uncontrollably at your fumble.

“Oh, my word…” Kit heartily laughed along with you. “Here, let me help you up.”

He bent down, holding his hand out to you. Flopping yourself upward, you grabbed his hand and tried to pull yourself up. Your flimsy body was a little more uncontrollable than he had accounted for, and he soon found himself stumbling forward, falling over on top of you. The two of you giggled into one another at the state of yourselves.

“Oh Kit, we’re a mess!” You squeaked through your laughter.

“We? Darling, I was doing well until you insisted on having another round. You’ve corrupted me, you deviant!” He joked, clamoring his way on to his knees and using the wall to stand back up.

Securing his stance against the wall, he took both of your arms and pulled you to your feet. You collided with his chest, lingering against him as he held your arms still. He smelled like lavender. You closed your eyes, feeling a wave of emotion slip over you, likely enhanced by the alcohol.

“You’re a good friend, Kit.” You said, your face smushed against his chest.

“Oh, come now, let’s not get sentimental.” He chuckled, patting the back of your head gently. “Why don’t we make our way back to my house, hm? I’m closer than yours.”

You nodded as you pulled away from him. Linking arms on your way out, you walked through the streets together, zig-zagging your path; the wine still hindering your balances. Arriving at Kit’s doorstep, he swung the door open, holding it for you as you staggered inside. He followed behind you, closing the door behind himself.

“Let me start a fire, it’s a bit cold.” He placed a hand on your shoulder as he walked past. “Please, get comfortable. You can stay if need be.” He smiled.

You followed him to the fireplace, plopping down on the thick bearskin rug in front of it. You watched him intently as he him as he placed a couple logs down and struck a match. He first lit a few candles on the table behind you, before tossing the match onto the logs in the fireplace. He struck another, quickly tossing that one in as well. He poured a small amount of old wine from a cup that sat on the mantle on to the meager flame; it quickly rose, sending a blast of heat out into the room before settling down into a crackling, low burn. Kit rubbed his hands together, walking over to where you sat and lowering himself down next to you, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands. You still shivered, as the alcohol had thinned your blood, rendering you susceptible to the chilly fall air.

“I’m sorry it’s so drafty in here.” Kit frowned. “Here-“ He reached for a blanket that lay in a heap on the floor. He put one end around your shoulders, scooting closer to you as he draped the other end around his own shoulders. “Better?”

You nodded, smiling. “That’s better.”

He smiled, turning to look at the fire. You still held your gaze on him. Kit had been one of your closest friends for some time now, but something about being here with him, wrapped in a blanket in front of a fire…it felt different. He was always so gentle and caring with you, while often cold and short with others, even others he had called his friends. It always made you feel special, like you had charmed a cobra snake. He made you feel special. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was this moment of innocent intimacy, but you felt awfully overwhelmed with passion.

“You know…you really are a good friend. I meant that before.” His head turned at the sound of your voice, meeting your eyes.

He smiled, snorting slightly, leaning his shoulder against yours. “Oh, you sweet little thing. Your head is clouded with drink…but alas, so is mine, and you’re a good friend too.” He smiled a toothy smile.

Without a second thought, you turned yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug, burying your face against his neck. For a moment, he was stunned. It was rare that he was embraced like this. Slowly, he brought his arms around your back, applying comforting pressure around you, coming to rest his cheek against your head with a slight smile.

“I love you, Kit.” You whispered to him.

His smile fell as his eyes widened. “Oh…no, you don’t mean that…you’re just drunk, love.” He patted your back.

You pulled yourself away from him, bringing your knee over his outstretched legs to the other side of him. Now straddling him, you met him at eye level. Your arms rested over his shoulders. He stared back into your eyes, and you felt his breathing pick up. You shook your head.

“No, no. I mean, I am drunk. But I do…” Your heart raced, your glance shifting between his eyes and his mouth. “I-I…I love you.”

Before Kit could respond, your lips were hungrily pressed against his, as if you were trying to press your words into his mouth physically. To your pleasure, Kit quickly brought his hands back around you, pulling you in tightly, kissing you back with the same intensity. Your hands raked up through his hair, as his hands slid up and down your body. You both breathed heavily into each other, overcome with desire for one another. Quiet, sweet moans vibrating from both of your throats, taking turns biting at the other’s lips.

Kit slowly lowered himself back onto the rug, rolling the two of you over so that he was now on top of you. He lifted his head, pulling from your lips, causing you to quietly whimper. He brought his hand up to your cheek, running his thumb along your bottom lip before lowering his mouth just centimeters from yours.

“I love you too...” He met your lips again, full of want. He then moved down into the crook of your neck, kissing and suckling just above where your neck met your shoulder. “I love you.” He whispered against you.

“Kit...” You breathed. “Oh Kit, I need you, please.”

“I’m yours, darling…I’m all yours.” He kissed down to your chest, nuzzling into your bosom.

You reached down, taking fistfuls of the bottom of his shirt, pulling it greedily up towards his head. He assisted you, ducking down so that you could pull it over his head and arms. You tossed it to the side, and he rolled the two of you back over again, so you were on top, bringing you back to connect with his lips. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth, he reached around to undo the buttons of your dress that kept your flesh hidden from him. You felt him harden beneath you as your ache for him between your thighs grew with each unclasp of the dress you were caged in. You began grinding your hips against him, hoping to feel some sort of relief.

“God…” He moaned into your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your back.

Losing the patience to undo the remaining buttons, he resorted to aggressively ripping the material open; the sounds of tearing and buttons hitting the floor mixed with your breathing and soft moans.

The top half of the dress fell around you, allowing you to slide your arms from the sleeves. You adjusted yourselves to sit upright, the top of the dress falling away, exposing your bare chest. Kit breathed for a moment, taking in the sight of your perfect breasts, before ducking down to kiss and nip at the sensitive flesh. You moaned sweetly, your head resting to one side as he ran his tongue over your nipples.

You reached between the both of you, working with one hand to undo his trousers, just enough to free his hardened length. You stroked him slowly as he worked his tongue on your nipples, coaxing shallow, breathy moans from him; his hot breath against your skin making your already desperate pussy throb, your body begging to be one with his.

Kit began pushing you back down onto the rug, hands moving to collect your disheveled dress at your waist. He guided your hips up as he slid the garment down over them and your legs, now revealing all of you to him.

“A goddess…” He leaned down, placing sloppy kisses across your lower abdomen. “An angel who has been heaven sent to me.”

“But I have only been made an angel by your sacred touch.” You whispered.

He placed a kiss over your pubic bone, teasing a finger against your eager cunt, tracing a delicate line up your slit that was already slick with your intense desire. Your breath hitch as he pressed his finger to your clit, working fast, tight circles. Moans of his name fell from your lips as you threw your head back and your eyes fell shut.

For a few moments, the only thing in the entire world to you was his touch. But suddenly, a white-hot sensation upon your stomach stung you back down to earth; though it quickly faded to a comforting, warm, and pleasurable feeling that only elevated your ecstasy. Opening your eyes and looking back up to Kit, you watched as in his other hand, he held one of the candles that was on the table, now angled over your body. You gasped as the hot wax dripped off, landing this time against your thigh. He grinned with delight as you shuddered in pleasure while he continued to circle your clit and the wax cooled against you.

“Sealing in my devotion to you. A love letter, darling.” He said quietly, dripping another pool of wax over your chest, before setting the candle back down.

Your back arched as you ground your hips against his hand, biting your lip.

“Kit…Kit please…make love to me….I need you.” You whined, taking his hand away from you, dangerously close to coming undone, but desperate to feel him inside you when you did.

He leaned down to tenderly kiss you as he pushed his trousers the rest of the way down his legs, tossing them to the side, before coming to rest over your body with his weight on top of you. He pulled back from your lips, taking a moment to look into your eyes. Your hands came up to rest on the back of his head, staring back at him with glassy, blown out eyes, full of passion and full of desire. Kit briefly glanced down, positioning himself to line up with your entrance before slowly easing inside. A shuddered moan escaped his lips as he bottomed out, eyes fluttering shut as he began to move, slow and heavy.

“You feel so perfect…you are so perfect.” He breathed, dipping down into the crook of your neck again, leaving soft bites as he thrusted.

Your fingertips pressed into his back, leaving shallow crescent-shaped indents from your nails over his skin. His nibbling and kisses along your skin grew more haphazard as he continued slowly and deeply grinding into you, grunting softly. Your legs found their way around his hips, crossing over the small of his back, pulling him even closer to you as if your body were just trying to absorb every inch of him.

“Darling, faster...please…” You whined out, your head falling back.

His rhythm picked up, as his mouth sloppily came to meet yours, his tongue furiously plunging in. You moaned into each other’s mouths, along with quick, hot breaths. The pressure in your core was starting to build, inching closer to your release with each buck of his hips into you. Your hands clamored their way over his back, digging your nails now firmly into him.

“Oh, my love…” He ducked his head back down to your shoulder, sweet moans falling from his mouth against you.

“Kit I-I’m…oh god-” Your back arched as you gasped.

You felt yourself spilling over into euphoria, crying out in your pleasure as you clenched around him inside you, holding him impossibly close with your arms and legs. Following in just mere seconds, he came undone as well, spilling out inside of you. The warmth of him filling you only adding to the ecstasy you were in. You felt his teeth against your skin, open mouth pressed against your shoulder as his breathing shallowed and sounds of his own pleasure caught in his throat. You held each other tightly, quivering together, letting the waves crash over before settling into stillness. You lay there, eyes closed, breathing slowly, but still heavily. You felt him crane his neck up to kiss you gently on your jaw, generating a quiet, content smile across your face.

He slipped out of you, gently rolling himself next to you on the rug. He reached for the blanket that had fallen to a heap once again on the floor, throwing it out in front of him and letting it fall over the both of you. His arms pulled you in, allowing you to rest your head against his chest. No words were spoken for a few moments, just the low crackling of the fire, as he stroked your hair. You took a deep breath, and let it out with a smile against his warm flesh, nuzzling into him.

“I love you." You said quietly, eyes fluttering closed as you grew tired.

"I love you, I always have darling." He kissed the top of your head, holding you against him as you both floated away into slumber.

[fernlessbastard]

A piece based on the FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW FIC - "IT'S US THAT MADE THIS MESS" - WHICH JUST CAME OUT LET'S GOOOOOO

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Anyway I can request a Christian Cage x Copeland!Reader fic? The reader is married to Christian and they have their own little family together and while Adam is under the influence of Malakai Black’s mist he ends up injuring his baby sister since when he sees her it reminds him of the long standing feud he and his childhood best friend and his baby sister’s husband just went through and when Adam ends up hurting her, Christian makes sure to do everything in his power to make sure the love of his life is taken care of and protected?

The Kings of The Black Throne

Christian Cage X fem reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, injury

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

An: I wrote another Christian Cage x Adam Copelands little sister fic that you can find HERE if you are interested. (I quite enjoy that fic)

For weeks now The House of Black had been after Adam. I watched on a weekly basis as the men beat him to a pulp and tried to brainwash him into joining their group. At first I enjoyed watching the torturous events take place but now I couldn't help but feel that all of this was more than getting Adam to join their cult. “Are you alright? You seem on edge?” Christian asked me. “I just have a bad feeling about all of this” “Why? You should be happy he’s finally leaving us alone” Christian told me. “I know but what could The House of Black want from him. Truly. He has nothing to offer them Christian. I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe there's something bigger going on here” Christian had a point, I should have been happy that Adam was finally leaving us alone. He’s done nothing but cause trouble since the moment he stepped in AEW. He still couldn't accept the relationship between Christian and I. 15 years and three kids later he still couldn't accept it. He tried to tear my family apart, he tried to take the TNT title but of course he was no match for the patriarchy. 

Tonight our adopted son Nick Wayne was scheduled to have a match against Daniel Garcia on Dynamite. As the two of us got ready to go I ended up running into Adam, he had a dark look in his eyes. I didn’t think much of it, we had a match to win. The match was going well, everything was according to plan when all of a sudden the lights went out. Out of instinct I jumped into the ring and stood in front of Nick. That gut feeling had returned and was stronger than ever. Just then the lights turned on. I should have known The House of Black would be behind all of this. What did they want from us? “What the fuck do you want?” I spat at Malakai. “Trust me when I say it’s not you that I want. Who I’m after is your brother, Adam Copeland” “You can have him, I don’t fucking want him” “I really don’t want to be doing this sweatheart, I actually admire you but as much as you hate your brother I know he loves you” What was he talking about? Just then I felt it. The burning sensation of Malakai’s Mist. I could hear Nick’s screams of help but I couldn't do anything, I had been blinded by the mist. I was defenseless, Brody and Buddy held me down while Julia handcuffed Nick to the ring ropes. I couldn't see much but I noticed a dark figure match down towards the ring. I assumed it was Christian but was shocked when I saw Adam stand before me. 

“This is your final test” Malakai said to Adam as he handed him a steel chair. “Do it” he spat. “Think about all the harm she has caused you. Think about what she put you through. She cost you the TNT championship, she cost you your best friend. You are all alone Adam, your family, everyone you loved, gone. All of this is Y/n’s fault. Prove to us you are worthy. Join us, join us as we take over All Elite Wrestling. Join us on our quest to capturing the TNT championship” 

I knew it, I knew they were using him. They wanted to use me to get to Adam to get to Christian. It was a long plan, they took months planning this. Would it have been easier to ask Christian for a title shot? Absolutely but I must say I respected this plan of theirs. 

I could see the hesitation in Adam’s eyes. He couldn't do it, he was too weak. Just then I saw Julia whisper something in Adam’s ear. I didn’t know what she told him but I could see the effect it had on him. His eyes had turned black, the look on his face was cold and dead. They stole his soul. I don’t know what happened after that. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed. 

“You’re awake, how are you feeling baby?” Christian asked me carefully. “Where’s Nick?” I asked “Is he okay?” “Nick’s fine, he’s okay. It’s you that I’m worried about” He said as he carefully brushed his fingers on the fresh stitched on my skull. “What happened to you?” I asked him as I noticed his busted lip. “You were right about The House of Black. They attacked you honey. I tried to get out there but they locked me and Luchasaurus in our locker room. When I got there it was too late, I’m so sorry baby” I could see the tears start to form in his eyes as he spoke. “I should have listened to you, I should have been there to protect you. I failed you” I carefully wiped the tears that fell from his face. “It's okay, I’m okay” I told him reassuringly “No it’s not okay. I had to watch Adam crack your skull open with that chair and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't do anything when you were blinded by that mist. I watched them beat you to unconscious and I could do nothing about it. I really hoped my issues with Adam were over but it seems like they have just begun. I promise that I will do everything I can to get my revenge. I am going to take out the house of black one by one before I kill Adam with my bare hands. I will not rest until they pay for what they have done.” 

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Posting this again because we're up to Chapter 7 out of a planned twenty (!!) chapters and I just updated the tags and summary. I've been really touched by the number of comments and general engagement with this fic. I think it's a unique AU that seems to appeal to a lot of readers, including those who don't normally ship Endhawks.

A huge thank you to my writing partner @perpetual-enjine for being a constant source of support and inspiration, and also for putting up with my incessant chattering.

Please check it out if you like Endhawks, happy Todoroki family vibes, and a twist on the usual No Quirks AU! Secondary ships are the usual suspects of Jeanshot and Shigadabi, but you can look forward to a future All Might ship to be revealed later. 💛

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Alright I need some help getting my confidence back to posting my kinda okay writing. So I am asking you all to fill up messages/asks and send me requests for one shots or short stories that may or may not spiral into a series, or which of my series do you want a new chapter written?

I guess I should also mention my second page @coffee-shop-girl is where I would post my stories under and that is where they all live. Now you’re probably wondering why I am not posting this on that page? Well I don’t know how to get my message/ask section back. It seems to have disappeared a while ago and that kind of when I stop writing and posting. So for now this page still has access to messages/asks so fingers crossed I don’t lose it on this page.

So what fandoms do I write for?

* Supernatural

* Chicago Fire, P.D.

* Animal Kingdom

* Leverage

* 9-1-1

* Suits

* The Walking Dead

Are my top fandoms, but send me anything, it will be good exercise in the creative process. So read through my meteoric work, see my style of writing, and send me a prompt.

I am tagging a few accounts that seem to have recently found my works, or that I have started following or that use to follow me. hope you don’t mind, I just really want to get eyes on this. I promise I will only tag you in posts moving forward if you want to be.

Thanks again for reading

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TNT Duo but make it Dracula-flavored

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