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"you make me nervous"
levi ackerman x barista!gn reader, sfw, modern au, my headcannon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪
levi ackerman has never been a forward man.
some have even went as far as to call him timid. though he hated to be called such a thing, nothing felt more fitting now as he stared at you, tongue heavy in his mouth as you looked at him expectantly.
he wanted to break the silence, to utter a simple greeting, to dare to ask for your number. but in your presence, words failed him, and his usual resolve melted into a silent yearning.
and so, he could only offer a soft grunt before he grabbed his coffee from your grasp and scurried to the exit.
the chime of the coffee shop door echoed in levi’s ears as he stepped out into the bustling city. the cool air was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the cafe, the warmth of your fingers as they brushed against his. levi sighed.
‘next time,’ he thought, ‘next time, i'll say something.'
#levi ackerman#aot#headcannons#levi x reader#aot headcanons#levi ackerman headcanons#snk#snk levi#snk x reader#angelwrites
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I was thinking last night about Will and Halt's relationship, and how we really get to see it grow over the first book especially. One of the defining moments for their relationship is the boar hunt, because Halt gets to see Will's bravery and character, and Will realizes that Halt will be there for him if he ever needs him.
But I also think that boar scene goes a little beyond that for Will. Will was dropped off as an infant in the Ward, where there ended up being at least 4 other kids in his year, much less the whole Ward. And while the books mention a caretaker, we can probably assume that Will went for a lot of his life never being touched or hugged in a comforting manner. This is the case for a lot of kids who lose their parents, because adults forget just how important physical touch and connection is for a young child. He might have gotten hugs from his wardmates, but it just doesn't compare to a parental figure or adult giving you comfort like that.
So imagine Will, after the most terrifying moment of his young life, after almost dying, suddenly getting wrapped up in his mentor's arms. This is probably the first hug he's had in years, and it's someone he already cares about and wants to impress. And Halt doesn't let him go until he's OK, he just lets him cry and be held. Imagine how intensely comforting that must have been for Will, and how that was the launching point for that father-son relationship between them.
Anyways, I'm gonna go sit in the corner and think about it for a while ;_;
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Ink ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou
a/n: okay so actually im doing much better than i thought after my breakup which i never told you guys about but yeah :')
genre: romance, soulmate au
pairings: tetsu x reader
warnings: none :) cursing maybe
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you mumbled under you breath, letting out a sigh as you scrubbed the ink covering your wrists. he always did this. covering your skin with the most crude things in the middle of class, like it was funny.
and it might have been, if you were twelve. but no, you were a university student, and from what you knew, so was your soulmate. so you'd figure he would stop doing such childish things, wouldn't you?
once the ink was light enough to pass as unintelligible, you turned off the faucet of the school sink, wiping your arms dry with the paper towels next to the trash can. as often as you could, you avoided the cold bathrooms of the university, finding them far too unsettling to be in for more than a minute.
but of course as luck would have it, you got stuck after chemistry scrubbing obscenities off your skin.
with another heavy breath, you pushed open the door to the bathroom and hurried down the quiet hallways onto your next destination: calculus. not that calculus was particularly hard, the professor just made the content so.. boring. the old woman who taught the class was sweet, but so quiet and monotonous. you were hanging onto your grade by the edge of your seat.
a quiet whisper to your left barely caught your attention, but you paid no mind. you had no friends in this class, meaning it was probably not your business anyways.
but then there was a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, meeting the eyes of kuroo testuro. he was the biggest hotshot in your year, smart, attractive and quite popular. he was invited to every party, but he never showed up to any of them. most of all though, he was the annoying boy who was unfortunately placed in many of your classes.
he was always making jokes and laughing with his buddies. calculus was supposed to be one of your classes where you didn’t have to deal with him.
“look at that. it’s like we’re meant to be, huh?”
you narrowed your eyes, watching his pretty lips curl into a smirk. leaning back in his seat, his gaze flitted back up to the professor, going back to scribbling in his notes. letting out a breath, you turned back in your seat, trying to make it through the rest of your lecture.
as soon as the professor dismissed class, you hurried out, trying to make your way through the crowd and find the comfort of your dorm. an arm slung itself around your shoulder, drawing you into someone’s side.
you groaned, shoving kuroo away from you. “what, are you stalking me now?” he said nothing, smirking again as he stopped in place.
at this point, the two of you had made it into an isolated hallway near the back entrance of the maths building. it was the exit you took everyday. “y/n.” he called out to you, waiting for you to stop.
you turned slowly, raising a brow. if you ignored him and kept moving, you could make it to your dorm and lock him out. or to the security office where they’d tell him to leave you alone. either way it meant he would have to leave, and you’d make it to your nice bed.
a sly smirk slid onto his face, head tilted back with his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. his eyes glinted, watching as you tried to avoid checking him out. “how about i ask you for a favor, hm?”
warily meeting his gaze, your eyes narrowed and you straightened your back. “go to hell, im not interested.”
as your back turned and you made your way towards the exit, kuroo’s footsteps echoed slowly behind you, sauntering slowly towards you like a wolf stalked a bunny. he just barely called out to you before you pushed the door open, sending chills up your spine.
“you’ll come back to me. you’ll see.”
❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜
you’d be damned if you ever admitted to kuroo that you needed his help. he had the highest marks in your year, practically a genius in the form of a cocky, annoying, hot boy.
it had been nearly a week since you began studying for midterms, and dread had begun to seep under your skin. every night was spent in the library, ears plugged with whatever music came on as you scribbled away in your numerous notebooks, running on two energy drinks. being a university student was no joke, you’ve learned.
a sigh left your mouth as you raised your hands above your head, stretching and shaking out your arms to rid yourself of the stiffness that came with sitting in the barely comfortable chair for hours.
“you’re going over this chapter again? i thought you had already.” you jumped, ripping out your earbuds and moving away from kuroo, leaning over the table at your side. he flashed a brief smirk, attention turning back to the mess of studying laid out in front of you. “you’re making this too complicated, try this way.”
he took the pencil from your hands, writing down the equation and solving it in a much simpler way. with furrowed brows you listened as he explained, sitting down in the chair next to you.
once he’d finished, he grabbed the textbook and wrote down a practice equation, placing it in front of you with your pencil. “here, try it. i can help you.”
as much as you hated to admit it, your heart was nearly drowning out your thoughts with how loud it was beating. kuroo was attractive, that much was true. not only was he physically attractive, he had a lot of redeeming qualities as a person. here he was helping you study, even though you’d shut him down before. you’d seen him with his friends, how supportive he was. there were deeper parts of him that you tried to ignore. there was no point in falling for him.
nearly an hour had passed at this point, and the energy drinks had begun to wear off. rubbing your eyes, you sighed, closing your textbook and throwing your pencil into your bag.
“thank you.” kuroo barely caught your mumbling, watching your tired eyes blink slowly, sliding over to meet his own gaze. your lips twisted and you averted your gaze back towards the rest of your supplies strewn across the table. this made kuroo smirk, resting his arm in front of you and leaning over you.
your gaze snapped up to meet his, eyes wide at the new proximity between the two of you. the blood rushing towards your face was making you heat up, your heart beating even louder than before.
kuroo’s dark eyes stared into yours, licking his lips slowly as you swallowed thickly.
“do i make you nervous?”
you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, gaze trailing down kuroo’s face, lingering on his lips, his jaw, his neck. how did you go from being so adamant about avoiding him, to holding your breath just sitting next to him? granted, he was provoking you.
with another sly smirk kuroo leaned back into his seat, fingers reaching out to take a pink pen from your bag with one hand and wrapping around your wrist with another. keeping eye contact with you, he slowly dragged the pen over your skin, creating a thin pink line over your palm.
just as you were about to ask what the hell he thought he was doing, he lifted his hand next to yours, an identical pink mark over his palm. suddenly, there was not enough air for you to breathe.
he quirked a brow seeing your shock, and dragged the pen over your wrist this time, as you watched the mark appear on his skin after yours.
“how did you–”
kuroo placed a kiss to your palm, over the pink line of ink. another quirk of his lips and he stood, gathering his own things and waving to you.
“you’ll always come back to me, doll. you’ll see.”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
#haikyuu kuroo#kuroo testuro#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo drabble#kuroo imagine#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyu#haikyu!!#haikyu!#haikyu kuroo#haikyuu!! kuroo#haikyuu x reader#haikyu x reader#angelwrites#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu Drabble#haikyu drabble
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excerpt no. 1 how they met.
evan parker
evan’s back pressed harshly into the brick wall outside of the hideout. she stared out at the night sky, as she inhaled the cigarette between her fingers. it was almost silent, aside from hum of corroded coffin’s music. the harsh sound of guitar supplying some sort of ambience through the empty parking lot.
the music dulled out, cheers being heard from the crowd. she hadn't been in hawkins long, but it didn't take long to find out who the local dealer was.
when eddie walked outside she didn't notice at first, but he noticed her. walking past her, only to slowly walk backwards to stop in front of the girl.
“you’re new here, aren't ya? haven't seen you round here before.” there was a light, airy tone in his voice. something about him, felt ever familiar to evan. you can trust him. a voice in her head, told her. “just moved her, living with my grandparents on maple street.”
she stuck her hand out, an unusual action for someone of her age, eddie chuckled under his breathe but shook the girls hand. “eddie munson, nice to meet you, m’lady.”
“evan, nice to meet you. haven't been here long, but I've heard great things.” her thought process interrupted by the people coming out of the bar. “got a place we can talk." her eyes side glanced at the people surrounding them.
“sure, my van is over here,” he grabbed the new girl’s hand, not wanting to lose her in the crowd, and she let him. the warmth, a form of comfort. she's never met anyone she clicked with so easily, it was like the were past lovers, an unspoken connection.
after the pair settled in the floor of his van, she asked about his prices to which he calmly responded, “ya know what? you're cute, I'll just roll a blunt and we can smoke and I'll give ya a couple grams. don't even worry about it.”
a light blush covered the pale girl's face, she just thanked him, taking a hit and pocketing the baggie.
#angelwrites#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x oc#eddie munson x original character#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson meet cute#original character#oc#stranger things#eddie munson x evan parker#evangeline.#evan x eddie.
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— 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮? | 𝐚. 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.
abby anderson x fem!reader. smut / kind of angsty. kinda proofread. men dni.
synopsis: you and abby have been friends for a while, but you start to to feel neglected when all her time goes to two new girls. she doesn’t know how you feel, until you suddenly snap.
content: public sex, angsty/comfort sex, public fingering, dina makes a quick appearance, mentions of smoking, a lot of use of the word ‘fuck’, fingering (reader!receiving), no outbreak/modern au, both reader and abby are in college, i think that’s it?
author’s note: finallyyyyy wrote something and posted it omfg. it’s not rlly proofread so it might suck LMFAO
Dina's complaining about her bitching professor while you're both strolling down the hallways. As much you want to listen, her voice is washed out by the white noise filling your ears, blood rushing through your veins. She’s right there, leaning against her locker with her bag slung lazily over her shoulder.
She looks so pretty in the morning, is your first thought. That's quickly interrupted though when you notice the girls hanging around her. They're both new, freshman. They're laughing at something Abby said, one of them standing a bit too close to her. That used to be you until about a week ago.
“Just go talk to her,” Dina tells you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You just shrug, pushing the thought away as quick as it came.
"No, if she doesn't want to be around me, then so be it. I can't force her," you respond, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. There's no point in crying over something you can't fix.
“Fine then. Whatever you say. I got to go, but I’ll see you later,” Dina says, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving you to your own thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, you suddenly feel a firm tap on your shoulder. Your body tenses, instantly recognizing the touch. "Hm?" you hum, unable to trust your voice to sound steady.
“Wanna smoke with us later? Me and the girls. Around like 5?” The girls. Us. Us. Us.
Was she really that tired of hanging out with you? Was she bored? Or maybe she just liked them that much. The thought makes you grip your bag, your knuckles turning white at the contact. "No, I'm fine," is all your reply with, your voice unintentionally cold and harsh. You hate how distant and aloof you sound, but your too hurt to put up a front any longer.
“Why are you acting like this?” She questioned, playfully shoving you. An attempt to lighten the mood, but it only made you angrier. “I’m not acting like anything, Abby,” you mutter, blinking rapidly to stop any tears from falling. Why can’t she just leave and take her fucking girlfriends with her?
Abby just fucking laughs as if the two of you haven't been complete strangers for the past two, maybe even three weeks. "Jesus, what did I do to make you so bitchy?" She's so relaxed, so nonchalant, completely unaware of the pain she's causing you. It only intensifies your frustration.
“Fuck off, Abby.”
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You and Abby used to spend hours getting high on the playground after dark. It was just the two of you, talking about everything and anything, maybe even playing some music in the background. Now, you're alone, without a joint in sight.
It was pitiful, pathetic really. Sitting around, by yourself at a playground. Subconsciously waiting for someone who wasn’t going to arrive. The playground only seems dull now, a dumb place for a girl to be by herself.
“You having fun?”
Her voice startles you, catching you off guard. You ache to turn and say something, your eyes briefly shutting in response. You force yourself to keep swinging, kicking at the gravel beneath your feet. "Not really," you reply, your voice lacking any enthusiasm.
She sits on the swing next to you, gently rocking back and forth. “You done giving me the cold shoulder now?”
That’s when you lost it.
“I’m giving you the cold shoulder? For fucks sake, Abby, you’re so blind!” You didn’t even realize you were off the swing, looking down at her. “I’m sorry I’m not as fucking — funny or pretty the as the girls, but you didn’t have to do me like that.” By the end of your outburst, your breath is heavy, your lower lip trembling as tears blur your vision.
"What are you talking about?" she asks, taken aback by your sudden eruption.
"You don't talk to me anymore, Abs. You don't call or text. You don't want me anymore. You don't care," your voice trails off, barely above a whisper. Tears finally stream down your face, and you wipe them away with a shaky hand. You don't sound angry anymore, just heartbroken.
She stiffens, her hands clenching at her sides, her heart sinking as she sees the way you're looking at her. It's as if you're begging, pleading to be liked, to be loved. And she mentally berates herself for not realizing it sooner. You were right. She was oblivious, maybe even a bit foolish at times. The thought of you feeling neglected never crossed her mind.
She pulls you in by your waist, placing you in between her thighs. Her lips were parted and eyelids heavy as she looked down at you. “You’re not them. You don’t have to be them.” You weren’t sure where she was going with this, but her words make your insides twist.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, I just got lost in it. Thought you had better things to do," she whispers, her voice laced with remorse.
You shake your head at her, your chest heavy. “You guys just seemed to be hitting it off. Didn’t want to ruin it, y’know?” You stopped for a moment to breath. “I guess I just missed you, but it doesn’t matter,” your voice was bittersweet, your tears streaming down your face and onto the gravel beneath you.
Her hands moved down to your thigh, gently resting it there as your hands shake in front of you. She feels guilty, she feels sick. It’s gnawing at her that she made you feel like this, neglected and unwanted. Honestly, they had been a good distraction from her feelings about you, but it seems like she dragged it out for too long.
After a few beats of silence, she asked, “You don’t believe me?” She stood up from the swing, and you involuntarily started backing away. The gravel crunched underneath you as you backed away until you hit the main part of the playground.
“I’ll show you how much you mean to me,” she said, breathless, hoping her actions would convey what words couldn’t. You gulp, an odd rush of excitement coursing through you. She’s so close you can feel the warmth of her skin, the scent of weed still lingering heavy on her tank.
“Will you let me show you?” She asked, her hands finding your hips. You don’t know what her intentions are, all you can think about is that you’re on a playground at night, her hands roaming over your body and how much you fucking like her.
“Yes,” you whispered, out of breath even though you’d barely walked.
She took her right hand, slowly unzipping your pants before flicking open the button. You go to grab her wrist before she goes any farther. “Abs, we’re outsi—”
“It’s dark. No one will notice. We’ll be fine,” she whispers casually, like she has no cares in the world. As if she only care about in this moment and it feels so good.
Her hand continues down your panties, finding your clit. You let out a ragged breath as she presses down on it. Suddenly, her lips are on yours. You love her lips so much. So plush and pink and perfect. Makes you want to kiss them.
You get your chance when Abby’s lips connect with yours. You gently bite down on them, eliciting a moan from her. Pulling these noises from her so easily — has she kissed her before?
The thought distracts you as she picks you up, placing you on the playhouse platform and pulling your pants down to your ankles. Your jaw clenched and tears blur your vision again. Why do you have to be so fucking emotional?
Abby’s lost in the feeling of your body under hers, how fucking good you feel. It’s when she senses you freeze that she pulls away from where she was kissing your neck.
"Hey, hey, don't cry," she whispered, her voice laced with reassurance as she gently brushed away a stray tear cascading down your cheek. Her touch was soft, delicate, a gesture meant to show comfort and understanding.
The question escaped your lips, quivering with vulnerability, "Did you kiss her?" Your voice trembled, you wanted to take the question back as soon as the words left your mouth. You hated how your wavering actions were jeopardizing the chance to win her back. The way your voice quivered and sank into the depths of insecurity.
"No," she responded, her voice sincere. "I didn't kiss her. I never wanted to. It's only you." Her words spilled forth with an eagerness to prove that she was telling the truth, to remove any lingering doubts. She yearned to please you, to show you that your trust was not misplaced.
Her fingers moved down to your slit, flushing at the wetness beneath your panties, her fingertips careful to dip between your lips.
Your hips bucked against her hand, searching for any kind of friction as you kissed her again. Deeper, more passionate this time. Wanting her so fucking bad.
“Show me then,” you muttered, your voice muffled due to her tongue stuffed into your mouth. A thick finger pressed into your needy cunt and you whimper from the intrusion, your walls gripping it tightly.
“That’s it, baby,” Abby purred, looking fascinated at how your body moves for her, how warm and wet you feel around her.
Both of you have completely forgotten what the point of being out here was, your mind loosing its sense of self as she slips another finger into you, stretching you out nicely.
You tilted your head back, unintentionally exposing your neck to her, which she eagerly lunged at.
Her tongue smoothed over your supple skin, teasing and tasting as the thrusts of her finger gradually grew harder, your back arching pitifully.
Your hips lift off the platform of the steps, thighs quivering at the sheer sensation of being filled. Suddenly, her fingers experimentally curl, causing a broken cry to push past your lips.
You throb and twitch against her palm, your panties soaked, and a big, shamefully wet spot forming on your pants. You want to be embarrassed, but you can’t bring yourself to, not with how good Abby’s fucking you right now.
The coil in your stomach tightens, and you vividly feel the aching clench of your walls around her fingers, sucking her fingers deeper inside you.
“Abs…I-I’m gonna—“
“I know, baby. Go on, cum for me.”
That’s what sends you over the edge.
You push your hips into her hand, grinding your clit against her palm as she keeps on fucking you, helping you ride out your orgasm. Your thighs shake, your weary gaze finding her as you shamelessly cum on her hand, drenching your bottoms in your juices. She decided at that moment that this was her favorite sight, you cumming all over her fingers. You were completely and only hers. It scared the hell out of her, she couldn’t lie, but she knew it.
Giving you a moment to even out your breath, slowly withdrawing her fingers from your sensitive hole, which you wince at. She fixes your pants to the best of her ability, and helps you stand up, letting you lean your weight onto her.
“You believe me now?”
© 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬𝟒𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. no reposts, modifications, plagiarizing, or remaking of any form without proper consent or credit.
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two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer | Rukenna (Quinn Mckenna x Billy Russo)
Welcome to my insane rare pair because Pinterest put the two of them next to each other on my feed!
This #Rukenna fic started as a brainrot of drabbles on my Twitter (sanktbren) which is collected here and added onto to create a fic. This will probably continue for a while hence it is multi-chap. This work was originally posted on AO3 under the pseuds: angelwriter
Premise: Billy Russo meets Quinn Mckenna, a US Army ranger sniper, through Frank Castle.
The pair end up hooking and somewhere along the way realise they have feelings for each other.
Billy Russo is played by Ben Barnes from the series The Punisher (2017)
Quinn Mckenna is played by Boyd Holbrook from the film The Predator (2018)
There is an edit (along with some frankbilly edits if that's your thing) on my tiktok for this pairing (sanktbren)
enjoy!! (if you like this PLEASE come scream at me in the asks or comments)
CHAPTER ONE
Billy came back from the bathroom fully naked. He never saw the point in slipping on underwear afterwards if they were just gonna do it again. And they always did it again.
Quinn was staring out of the window of his room. Glass reflecting the first rays of morning light. He must have drawn back the curtains while he was pissing. He looked contemplative. Almost drained. But not in the sexy way. Billy had seen that look on Frank too many times. He wanted to make him forget what was bothering him.
He never had the courage to outright pursue his long-standing crush on his best buddy, Frank Castle. And he was pretty sure Frank was straight anyway. He had only met Quinn McKenna once or twice before. He wanted to fuck him almost immediately
Guys like them needed to forget.
Billy pulled back the covers and slid into the bed. Quinn turned to face him. He was struck by the stunning blue of his eyes. Billy had never really been into blondes. To be honest, McKenna wasn't his usual type. But there was something about him.
"You're pretty in the morning," Billy sweet-talked with a smile that he knew was charming.
"Almost as pretty as you. The guys must have been rolling their tongues out at you."
Billy gave an uneasy chuckle. "They knew their place with me. Gave a few of them a quickie between raids. And you, Cap? Fuck any soilders?"
"Nah, I didn't know I was bisexual until after I left. I divorced my wife some years ago and got drunk too many times and wound up in gay bars. That's when the shit started. What about you? How'd you know?"
Billy pulled onto Quinn's hair. "I guess I was always a slut. I had both from very young. Knew what I was into."
Quinn hummed as Billy trailed his hands down his neck and along his chest. He bit into Quinn's earlobe and felt the lurch in his stomach at the feeling he was missing. The feeling of being full. Quinn was one of the best shags of his life. Okay, he was the best shag of his life. Although he'd never admit it. Once Quinn had him down and whining, begging, drooling it was hard for Billy not to become addicted. This man had a cock on him and he knew how to use it.
"Fuck me again." He wasn't above begging.
Quinn grinned. "Say please."
Billy bucked his hips into Quinn's thigh.
"No."
"No? Babyboy don't want to be dicked down until he cries again?"
Billy pouted. God, he was pathetic. A pathetic whore. He needed to get a grip.
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Billy hardly heard it. Could hardly feel his body and his mind fuzzed out, a disconnection between the two. It was like he was in water and everything was silent. The rush of warmth suffused into him and his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Ah," Billy made a high, keening sound. One that he never made before. It didn't help that his blood supply to his brain was being cut off as well. It was loud. Thready. It couldn't have come from him.
"God, you're a needy one. I barely touched you."
McKenna.
He could hear him in the distance. His voice was gruff and thick in his ears like cotton wool.
"Just breathe," the man coaxed, his voice sounding like what he would imagine smooth whiskey over ice to sound like. That tightness and heat that had the same effect on his body when he talked to him.
"You can take one more," McKenna said.
Billy grunted. "No, no, no."
He threw his head back. His body wanted to curl into itself. Try to push away the onslaught of pleasure that was currently wrecking him.
"One more. You can do that for me, can't you?"
Billy growled, fighting back. Nails pressed into the arm that pinned him down.
"I can't take any more of your fucking fingers!" He hissed with teeth. He wanted to bite McKenna's ear off.
McKenna clicked his tongue. "And why's that?"
Suddenly a flush of shame overcame him. Billy settled back down. Quiet now. Silence except for his heavy breathing.
"Your fingers are thicker than mine." He swallowed. "When I do it myself it doesn't feel the same...and..." He breathed heavily, forcing the images away. "They never were gentle with me."
Billy met McKenna's eyes.
"Not like you. You...took your time with me. Your fingers are...fuck. like that!" Billy cried as Quinn curled in again in the way he liked.
"What are my fingers like? Good?"
Billy licked his lips, closing his eyes.
"Fucking religious." He sighed.
Quinn pulled out his fingers just as Billy relaxed into the pillow. His eyes shot open, a deadly look in his eyes.
"Why did you stop?" Billy asked, a bite to his tone.
"Because I'm done playing with you."
Billy rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, hiding a pout. He didn't need to be called a brat. Again.
"But what—"
Whatever Billy was going to say died down on a moan as Quinn let the tip of his cock nestle between his ass cheeks.
"There now. Good?"
Billy nodded. "Yeah. Yeah."
His fingers came to press into the skin of Quinn's pecs. He was already breathless as Quinn slid inside. He trembled from the intensity of it. The pleasure curling in his stomach, his muscles tightening, trying to force it away. Sometimes Billy wondered if he deserved it. If this was the only way to experience anything other than the fear that the nightmares brought him. The pain from his past echoing into his daily life. Sex was the one time Billy didn't have to feel so shitty about himself. He was good at sex.
But this was different. Billy wasn't the one fucking this time. He let himself be fucked by Frank's friend. He let him inside his body. To touch him in places he never allowed anyone to touch. He hadn't fucked a man since the last time he was…forced. This was….consensual and it made him scared in another way. Quinn was kind to him. Quinn focused on his pleasure. He wanted him to feel good. Did he deserve to feel good? To just take it? Take it all and everything Quinn offered. Billy nearly cried from a particular good thrust. It was too much.
"Da---oh!! Jesus, fuck!"
"What's that? Da? Da what?"
Billy fought against Quinn's hold. He intended to flip them over, twist his body to gain the upper hand. Quinn was strong. Almost as strong as Frank. When Frank and him used to grapple, Billy's only advantage was that he was small and lithe.
"Go on," Quinn coaxed. "Tell me..."
"Fuck you. Just fuck me! I didn't say nothing."
Quinn grinned. He pinned Billy's hands down hard on the floor with one hand. The other pushed his leg further up and made space for him to fuck into him harder.
Billy whined so prettily.
"You were gonna call me Daddy?" He laughed.
"I wasn't!" Billy protested.
"You like big strong men, don't you? I've seen your Punisher friend. I know Frank Castle. Made of steel that one. All rock hard muscles and abs. You like men who could throw you against a wall."
Billy was reminded of when he would watch transfixed at how Frank would use his brute force to snap bones.
Dammit Frankie, I love to watch you work.
Billy flushed. He knew he liked Frank's body.
"So what if I do?" He was drooling as Mckenna set a harsher pace.
"Just need to be told what to do. Need to be fucked quiet. I know when a man has too many thoughts. You just need to be fucked so hard you forget, don't ya?"
"Yeah, yeah. Make me forget....Daddy." Billy raised his brow in question and Quinn loved every second of it.
"Daddy's got you, pretty boy."
Mckenna rolled his hips in a steady rhythm. His eyes never left Billy. Billy's mouth opened, his eyes shut. He looked lost in it. Lost in Quinn. There was a deep guttural sound that scraped through Billy's throat when his cock hit on that spot inside of him. Quinn took it slow, pulling out and back in, making him feel every inch. Making sure he felt every slide of his cock, he wanted him to know every part of it.
Quinn loved it when Billy struggled. He loved the hitch in his breath when he first slid in. He loved the way his voice would kick higher when Quinn forced himself inside and stretched him open.
"That's it, Russo. Take it nice and easy. Come on, you've done this before. Got a bigger body count than a kill count." Quinn chuckled as he pushed in further, holding a firm grip on Billy's neck.
"You're..." A hitched breath. "Bigger than I've had…"
"I'm the biggest you've had? Damn. Then I guess I have to prove it to you."
Quinn gave a hard thrust and Billy moaned, startled by the force.
"Prove what?"
"That there is no one after me."
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Mckenna laughed. A smile stretched on his face as he covered his face with his hands. Billy smoothed over his taut stomach. Smooth creamed hands gliding over his abdomen and playing with the hair there leading into his dark grey sweatpants. Billy admired how Quinn looked this rainy morning. His hair spilled in bronze tendrils on the white pillowcase. The man who could twist him into shapes was actually a softie.
"Lemme see those beautiful blue eyes!" said Billy, playing with the sensitive parts of his sides.
Quinn choked on a laugh. "Ah! It tickles!"
"That's the point, dumbass. I wanna see the sparkling blue irises of yours!"
"Shut up!"
"You're blushing! Look at you! You're glowing red. That's fucking adorable."
"I swear to god, Russo, if you don't stop now I will take you over my knee."
"I kinda want you to take me over your knee. Since I've been so bad…I'm in need of a good spanking. Want me to take off my pants? I know you like to see the marks you make."
Quinn tackled him down onto the bed and pinned him with his hands around his wrists. Billy reached up to kiss him, moving his body so that their chests brushed up against each other. He was whiny and desperate and Quinn could barely keep up sometimes with how much Billy wanted him. It was almost all the time. Every time after they were done, Billy would cuddle into his neck, have his head pet like a needy cat and then roll onto Quinn begging for it again.
Quinn kissed him back with force, sucking on his bottom lip, rolling his hips in a way that made them both breathless. Billy whined in the back of his throat. Quinn pulled back and sat on the end of the bed. He patted his lap.
"Come on. Bend over."
Billy rolled onto his stomach, all too eager, and showed his bare ass to him. Quinn loved this part. He couldn't see Billy's face. He covered it with arms, but he could see the tips of his ears go red, a beautiful flush that emerged down his neck. And the way his hips gave an involuntary jolt when it got too much. Quinn licked his lips. He couldn't wait to spank him until he was panting, watch him whimper and drool for it.
Quinn knew the danger he was in. How badly he wanted to stay here with Billy every day. Pretending like he didn't have work to go to. Staying over like this was what they strictly agreed not to do. If Quinn was honest with himself, he was attached. Seeing Billy made me smile. He cared for him and he never thought he'd care for anyone since divorcing his wife.
He wanted this. He wanted whatever they had. And he sure as hell wasn't about to give it up easily.
#rukenna#billy russo#billy russo x quinn mckenna#quinn mckenna#boyd holbrook#ben barnes#ao3 fanfic#rairpair
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bring me to the light
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41116236
by angelwriter
"This is the part where you heal..."
Continuing the story of Zemo and Illya's relationship as they hide away in France and start a life together.
Words: 6340, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Zemo & Ilya's Universe
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Helmut Zemo, Original Male Character, Original Trans Male Character, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Original Female Character
Relationships: Helmut Zemo/Original Male Character, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson/Original Female Character
Additional Tags: Sequel, Alternate Universe, Zemo said Trans Right, Established Relationship, Self-Esteem Issues, Body Dysphoria, Body Worship, french countryside, Romance, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Zemo, Dom/sub Undertones, Surgery, top surgery, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41116236
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Hello my wonderful angst gremlins!! How is everyone today? Good, I hope! I bring a new story to the table tonight! This time it’s a sickfic written by ‘thevillian’ (ao3) and I. ‘thevillain’ is a sickfic fan, just like me, and came to me wanting to collab. We threw some ideas into the pot and this was born!
A gorgeous art piece was also made for a specific scene in this fic, by @an-anxious-alpaca, and I want to give her a million hugs!! Check out her art on her tumblr account and show her some love and support!
Please enjoy!
#star wars#Star Wars fanfic#clone trooper jesse#clone trooper kix#fanfiction#fanfic#angelwrites#beta writes#collaboration#ao3#art for fic#sick fic#vomiting fanfic#stomach ache#fever#hurt/comfort#angst#fluff#fluff and angst#good husband#clone shipping#medic coric#angst gremlins#star wars the clone wars#clone wars#clone/clone
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back at the start, monsters i cant outsmart
wearing a harness, in that same darkness
so long, i thought there is no more wrong
all is assumption, at the risk of suffocation
@angelwrites
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Cutting the words "I feel," "maybe," and "I guess" from my academic vocabulary because Lady Pauline of Redmont would never say that !!!
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Imagine. Me and you taking turns driving down a long road in the middle of nowhere, not caring where we’re going or when we’ll come back. The windows are rolled down blowing wind through our hair as we smile and laugh together. I hold your hand as you drive, your other hand on the wheel, relaxed. You tell me about your favorite game as you watch the road. I ramble on about stories, both of reality and fiction. There's no traffic as we drive down an old country road, green grass fields stretching out on either side of us. I turn the radio up, blaring your favorite song and we both sing along. Grinning from ear to ear I kiss the back of your hand gently, my lips are cracked but yours are perfect, turned up into a gentle grin as our eyes meet. The moment passes and we laugh happily as we look back out at the road ahead. The hills are lined with trees in the distance as we embrace the freedom and enjoy just being. We're alive there in that moment just the two of us. Happy, smiling, not a care in the world as we face the day ahead of us. Completely, widely free. No troubles to follow us, no problem to fret over as we tell jokes back and forth to see who can make the other laugh more. And we just drive, free, together, on our own with no worries as we chase the rising sun.
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excerpt no. 2 leaving a house that was never a home
evan parker other works.
tw. abuse (one punch. verbal abuse.) shitty dad's. mention of a dead mother. backstory.
“you’re just like your mother!” her father's hand hit hard across her face. the sound of the hit echoed through the now silent room, evan heard it, long before she felt it. once she did, shock and anger equally fell through her body in waves. her hand slowly reaching to touch the burning and what she could assume, red skin.
“i’m nothing like her, or you. and you will never touch me like that again.” she turned on her heel barely missing his hand that was trying to grasp at her hair. she was moving as quickly as she could, her spirit outside of her body watching as she tried to fit as many of her material possessions into a tiny backpack and a bigger duffle bag.
sweat formed on the small of her back, as she pushed a dresser in front of her door. anxiety biting at the back of her neck as she climbed out of the window. her ankle burned as she landed on the dead grass, she walked on through the pain, trying to silently climb into her car. as he came blubbering screaming out of the door, she had started the car and was pulling out as fast as the car would possibly go.
“ungrateful little bitch!” and a glass beer bottle being thrown at the back tailight, only the the case around the light being broken.
after hours of driving, she finally pulled into the small, quaint town of hawkins, knowing her grandparents lived here in these gentle plains. she pulled her red corvette, a gift from her deceased mother. at the sound of a car pulling in, your grandfather, ben came out the door in a bolt, only to be met with the grandbaby, he hasn't seen in half a decade.
“evangeline?” leona’s, evan’s maternal grandmother, soft voice met evan's ear and she felt like she could cry. she pulled both other relatives in for a tight hug.
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“what happened to your face, sweetheart?” leona placed a cup of hot tea in front of evan, as she sat across the kitchen table from the younger girl. a brownish bruise had formed on evangeline’s jaw. “dad hit me.” shock and sadness was seen in her grandmother's eyes, “i never did like that man,” the woman snarled.
her grandfather got up from his seat next to leona, and came around to pull evan in for a hug. “don’t you worry bout nothing, baby, you're safe with us. this is your home, now.”
#eddie munson x oc#eddie munson x original character#original character#angelwrites#eddie munson x evan parker#evangeline.
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she / her. fifteen. black. lesbian. abby anderson enthusiast. inconsistent writer.
note : my blog is 15+ but i won’t be blocking ageless blogs.
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Stronger, Strong Girl
On the outside she's smiling But inside she's crying Can anybody hear her screaming Tell me, can anybody hear her cries of help? She's a strong girl, they said So that's what she put into her head But then sooner or later she began to realize That her shouts of strength were louder than her cries Just keep smiling, she told herself As she puts another unread poetry back in her shelf Little did everyone know that her companion are her words When she's all alone in her own little world In her own room, she sometimes weeps To herself, her problems she keeps Because they said she's strong Because they said she can conquer every wrong To that girl who cries silently at night The one who cries when no one is in sight To you, the strongest girl they know To you who's in pain but nobody has a clue Listen to this: I know you want someone to talk to But I also know you're afraid to tell them all your problems Because you hate accepting you can't solve them But listen, dear one There are still people who you can go to when you just want to run from all the problems life has given Know that you have a friend A friend that would stay until the end Don't be scared to ask for help Because sometimes that would be the only choice you have left Know that there are people out there just waiting For you to let them hear your crying Because you may not know this But the moment they hear you cry They would not be hesitant to run to your side For it has been their sworn duty to protect you all your life So please, dear one, let them Let them hear your problems Let them hear your cries of help You'll soon discover that you have more people to count on other than yourself Lastly, listen: Don't be afraid to talk to Him He who created light when the world was dim He'll always be there to listen Know that He is found in silence In the silence of your heart In the silence of your room Those are the places where you can start In those places, let your prayer and praises bloom Talk to Him and He'll listen Talk to Him, release all your burdens Know that He's got you from beginning till the end Sometimes we just have no clue So to you dear one, I hope you'll try Try to let them hear your cry Know that even the strongest girl Needs someone else to care of her
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Looking for fic recs and I figure this is the best place to go. I'd love some Ineffable Husbands, of the modern au style where they're roommate if you know any stories like that. Thanks!
Here’s a search I set up for it! In the meantime, I’ve pulled a few of them for this post.
Pieces of my heart by NaroMoreau
From that reddit: Straight guy worries he’s being homophobic to gay roommate, realizes he’s fallen in love with him.
Or: It turns out I don't have any problems with Aziraphale kissing guys, says Crowley, if it's me he's kissing.
Festive Confessions by angelwriter
Aziraphale invites his goth roommate and best friend to his family dinner. His whole family is convinced he is gay and in love with Crowley.
Crowley proves him right.
~Mod P
#good omens#asks#uniasus#mod p#naromoreau#angelwriter#adult omens#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#au#roommates au
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