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xxbimbobunnyxx · 4 months

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White Rabbit

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Summary: Rafe goes to Barry for help with his “pouge problem” but he gets more help than he bargained for when he meets Barry’s cousin in the most unsuspecting way. He can’t stay away from her, despite Barry’s protests, especially when she’s just as unhinged as he is. Takes place during season 2 episode 4 “Homecoming”. Wk: 6.9k.(oops)

Warnings: Gun violence(reader shoots a guy but doesn’t kill him), cocaine use(both reader and rafe), Barry is not super stoked about R and Rafe being into each other, unprotected sex, oral (m & f), choking, hair pulling, face fucking, Dom!Rafe, Sub!Reader, unhinged reader, spit kink, digration, daddy kink, a lil spanking, biting, Rafe & R are obsessed with each other, R has the nickname “bunny” & is implied to be alternative, her outfit is described but other than that no physical descriptions. Lmk if I missed any please! 18+MNDI!!

A/N: This is my first time ever writing for Rafe, so it might not be the best ever but I fell for this man so hard and I just needed to write him with an unhinged girl. Shout out to my girl @babygorewhore for not only beta reading but hyping me up/brainstorming with me through this entire fic. I might make this into a series of some sort. Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!✨🖤

Rafe slammed his truck door shut as he walked up to Barry’s porch, scoffing when he saw him sitting there with his feet propped up while he read a book.

“Hey, you got my shit?”

“Shit, you’re early.” Barry closes his book and sets it down on the table in front of him, a condescending smirk spreading across his lips.

“Do you have my shit or not, man?” Rafe groans as he plops his large body down onto the rundown cushion of one of the porch chairs.

“Yeah, I got yo shit.” Barry chuckles, pulling the baggy from his pocket and tossing it on the table. “You got my money?”

“Yeah.” Rafe pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slaps it into his hand before grabbing the baggy so he can make himself line. He snorts it, letting out a deep breath after. “I need a piece too.”

“Hooohoooo!! You need a piece? Country Club Killer now, huh?” Barry laughs, his hand coming down to slap his knee.

“Don’t!!” Rafe slams his hand on the table. “Mess with me right now.”

“Aight, what the hell you need a piece for?”

“John B is fucking back.”

“John B is fucking dead dude.”

“Nah man, I saw him for myself in the Bahamas, and just now Top saw him in town with my sister scoring beer.”

“FUCK!!!!” Barry kicks the table, sending it flying a few feet away. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin me? I’m done playing with these kids bruh.”

Barry kicks himself up from his seat, walking over to a locker on the side of the porch. He enters the combination before he pulls out a gun and starts to load it.

“You wanna be done with those little shits once and for all? You’re gonna need a lot more than just a piece. You gotta start going at this shit like a soldier.” He spins the barrel, clicking it into place before handing the gun to Rafe.

“You do this, you know I’ll take care of you, alright? You won’t be doing this shit for nothing man I’ll -“

“YOU THINK I’M SCARED OF YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH?” A male voice came booming from behind the house.

“IF YOU AREN’T NOW, YOU FUCKING WILL BE!” Another voice followed, but this one was unmistakably female.

“Dude, what the fuck was that? Is that chick okay? Should you like - I don’t know - deal with that or some shit?” Rafe’s blue eyes scan the other man’s face for signs of distress but it was almost like if he hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Nah bro, that’s my cousin. She’s got it, stop trippin. We doin’ this or not?”

There’s a loud crash and then he hears the girl's voice again.

“I TOLD YOU TO GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!”

“Dude I’m gonna go check it out, that doesn’t sound good.” Rafe isn’t sure why he really gives a shit if this random chick who he hasn’t even seen is alright or not, maybe he’s just high and paranoid. Either way his curiosity gets the best of him and he starts walking towards the back of Barry’s place.

“She doesn’t need your help pretty boy, trust me.” Barry snorts and shakes his head as he begrudgingly follows him.

When Rafe rounds the corner the sight he sees is far from what he was expecting. The man who he heard yelling was shorter than him but more built, probably middle aged, he wore a white tank top and black board shorts and the look in his eyes told him that he was definitely one of Barry’s customers or less reliable dealers. The girl on the other hand? You were half his size, your hair in two braids with ribbons tied at the ends of them, you were wearing a tiny little baby pink tank top and black spandex shorts that barely covered her ass. You had combat boots on your feet that had little white ruffle socks sticking out of the top of them, but what was most shocking? You were holding a Glock in one of your small hands, and the collar of the man’s tank top was gathered in the other. You were standing on your tiptoes whilst also pulling the man down so he was face level with you, the Glock held to his head.

“I said, get on your fucking knees mother fucker, you got a hearing problem or some shit?” You growl at the man and it sends shivers down Rafe’s spine. You were beautiful. He watches as you shove the Glock into the man’s temple and ram your boot clad heel into his thigh causing him to fall to his knees with a grunt.

“Much better.” You smile as you tap his cheek with the gun before bringing it back to the side of his head. “Now, where the fuck is my fucking money?”

“I told you! I told you I don’t fucking have it right now I just need a little time!” The man’s voice is shaky now, his eyes traveling between you and the gun held to his head.

“Time? This isn’t a fucking loan service! Get me my money by tomorrow, or you’re fucked!” Your eyes are filled with fire and you let out a dry laugh.

“What’re you gonna do? Send Barry after me? Where is he at? He knows I always pay, just let me talk to hi-“ He’s cut off abruptly when you hit him across the cheek with the gun.

“SHUT UP!! You’re not fucking talking to Barry, you’re talking to me. If you don’t get my money you aren’t going to have to deal with him, you’re going to have to deal with me. Which I promise you don’t fucking want.” Rafe watches as you lean down into the guy's face, your eyes boring into his, a sinister smile paints your lips, and he isn’t even ashamed of the fact that he felt his cock stir in his pants at your display of dominance over this man twice your size. “Got it??”

“I don’t know how you expect me to get that amount by tomorrow I-“ The man grunts when you hit him in the face with the gun again, his face whipping to the side.

“I said, got it?” You hold the gun between his eyes, your smile never faltering.

“Yeah - yeah! I got it! I got it! Can I go now!?” The man holds his hands by his head in surrender, seemingly not wanting to argue with you further.

“I fucking mean it asshole, tomorrow, by sunset.” You glare at him momentarily before your smile returns, tapping his cheek with the gun again before turning to walk off.

“You aren’t gonna do shit bitch, you’re nothing without that little gun.”

Rafe’s blue eyes widen as he watches the man’s hand reach out and grab for your Glock. He subconsciously takes a step forward in your defense but soon realizes maybe you really don’t need help. Your body whips around, pulling the gun from the guy's reach and shooting him in the foot all in one motion. He screams out in pain, his hands grabbing onto his foot as he falls to the ground.

“Bring me my fucking money. Tomorrow. Or you’re going to be in a lot more pain than that.” You crouch down and spit in the guy's face before walking over him and into the house, letting the door slam shut behind you. Rafe stands there with his dick half hard and his jaw hanging open as he stares at the closed door you just disappeared behind.

“I told you she fuckin’ had it, and don’t even fuckin’ think about it, country club.” Barry’s voice snaps him out of his trance.

“Wha-? Think about what?”

“I see how you’re fuckin’ lookin at her dude, that’s like my sister in there. You stay your messy ass away from her, aight?”

“We should go check on her…” Rafe ignores Barry’s warning, walking towards the house despite his protests.

You let out an agitated groan as you flop down on the couch and toss your Glock on the cushion next to you. You grab a little clear baggy off the coffee table and sprinkle some of the powder onto the small mirror in front of you, using the random gift card you found in your wallet to push a portion of it into a straight line. You grab the rolled dollar bill sitting on the mirror and bring it up to your nose so fucking ready for this line after dealing with that shit head, but right when you bend over the front door slams open, causing you to jump back. Your foot hits the table and the movement makes a mess of your line. You let out a curse under your breath, your eyes rising to glare at your intruder.

You expect Barry, or maybe that fucking idiot really did want to lose a finger today. But instead of the brown eyes of your cousin, or the bloodshot hazel ones of your unreliable dealer, your eyes lock with piercing blue ones. You have to physically stop yourself from gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. He’s tall, really tall, and built, his chest and arms perfectly filling out the blue button up shirt he wore. His chestnut hair looked silky to the touch, his jaw looked perfect for biting, and his face was just all around beautiful. Especially those eyes, the look in them stern. There was something else there you couldn’t quite decipher, it almost seemed possessive.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Uh - yeah? Aside from the fact that you just scared the shit out of me and made me knock my line all over the table, I’m just peachy.” You scoff, throwing him a playful smirk and roll of your eyes.

“Country Club here seems to think you’re some kinda damsel in distress or some shit.” Barry walks through the door behind him, smacking his bicep with the back of his hand and laughing loudly.

“Damsel in distress, huh? I don’t think I’d mind if a pretty boy like you came to my rescue.” You bite your bottom lip, your eyes roaming his figure.

“Hell fuckin’ nah! Quit that shit out right now, Bunny. I mean it. I told him the same shit, I don’t want this.” He gestures between you and Rafe. “To be a thing. You two are a recipe for fuckin’ disaster. This is Rafe Cameron, the dude I was tellin’ you about.”

“What the fuck did you tell her about me man?” Rafe’s voice comes out almost panicked and you find yourself wanting to comfort him immediately. You jump up from your seat and walk around the table so you can stand in front of him. He’s even taller up close, you have to tilt your head all the way to meet his eyes and you stop yourself from clenching your thighs at the height difference.

“So this is the guy that killed the sheriff, huh? Pretty boy is a cop killer? I find that kind of sexy…” You twirl a strand of your hair between your fingers, your teeth subconsciously finding your bottom lip again as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Barry, what the hell man? You told her that shit?” He addresses the other man but his eyes don’t leave yours, the look in them changed from concern to defense, and maybe a little lust? He was honestly looking at you like he wanted to choke you to death and this time you really couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your thighs where you stood.

“Hey, I’m not going to rat you out or some shit. Barry gave me the low down on everyone on the island when I moved, if I’m going to work for him I need to know the ins and outs, ya know? He trusts me, if you trust him, you can trust me. I’m cool.” You give him a smile that you hope is reassuring, you aren’t sure why but you want him to trust you.

“Alright.” His eyes search your face, almost as if he’s trying to read your thoughts, to see if you really mean it.

“Alright, we good?” You extend your hand towards him and he takes it in his much larger one, shaking it.

“We’re good.” You go to pull your hand away but he tightens his grasp, keeping it held in his. “You didn’t tell me your name though, or should I just call you, what did Barry call you? Bunny?”

“Bunny is preferred, but you can call me my real name too, if you’d like.” You let your thumb run across the back of his hand as you tell him your name, your eyes never leaving his.

“AIGHT! That’s enough of alla that.” Barry pushes past you, plopping down on the couch he grabs the bong on the coffee table and starts to load it.

“Bare, stop acting like you’re in charge of who I flirt with. I'm a grown ass woman, you're being dramatic.” You scoff, sending him a death glare.

“Seriously man, you’re acting like you’re her dad or some shit.” He chuckles when your cousin flips him off. “I’m sorry about your line by the way, I really just came to check in on you after I saw you arguing with that asshole out there. Let me make it up to you.”

Rafe brings his hand up to your shoulder, running his thumb over the blade a few times before letting it graze down your arm as he walks towards the couch. You watch as he sits down next to Barry and picks up your gift card, expertly lining the fine power back into a nice row before patting the cushion next to him. A smile breaks across your lips as you take the empty seat. He doesn’t miss the way your tits bounce when your ass hits the couch and the smell of your sweet perfume makes his cock twitch.

“For you, pretty girl.” He holds the folded dollar bill up to you with a smirk and you happily take it from him.

“Thanks, cutie.” You wink at him. When you lean down Rafe notices your hair is in your way so like it’s the most casual thing in the world he brings his large hand up to your face and sweeps the straw pieces behind your ear. He pushes the rest of it behind your shoulder and his hand stays there while you inhale through your nostril. His touch doesn’t leave you, even when you lean back against the couch, he simply adjusts it so it’s around your shoulder.

“You gonna flirt with my cousin all goddamn night or are we gonna deal with your little pouge problem?”

“Pouge problem? What’s going on?” You raise your eyebrows, your eyes traveling between Barry and Rafe.

“You remember that little fucker John B I was telling you about? His ass is alive and back on the island.” Barry shakes his head and lets out a dry laugh.

“That’s the kid the cops think killed the sheriff, right? Damn. That’s not good for you, Rafe.” You make eye contact and bite your lip nervously. “Those kids know you actually killed her, don’t they?”

“Yeah, and my fucking sister is with them. Her and John B were there, they saw the whole goddamn thing.” Rafe groans, his hands running through his hair in frustration. “I can’t have them opening their fucking mouths. I just can’t.”

“Then you know what you have to do, right? Shut them the fuck up, once and for all.” Your eyes darken and it reminded him of the way they looked outside, when you were holding a gun to your dealer's head.

“Yeah, no shit dude, that’s why I said we were going to deal with it.” Barry scoffs, rolling his eyes at you.

“Okay, I don’t know what the hell is up with you attitude Bare, but fucking ditch it.” You glare at him as you grab the couch pillow next to you and throw it at his face.

“Oh? You wanna fuckin’ go bruh?” Your cousin grins at you, gripping the pillow in his hand and swinging it over Rafe’s body, directly into your face with a cackle.

“Oh you mother fucker!” You let out a laugh, your hands go for the pillow but it’s ripped from your grasp.

“CUT IT THE FUCK OUT!!” Rafe takes the pillow in his large ringed hand and throws it across the room causing you to jump, your smile falling. “Barry, are you gonna help me or not man?”

“Hey.” Your eyes are soft again, you put your hand on his chest and rub soft circles onto his skin through his shirt with the pad of your thumb. “He’s going to help you, and I will too. We were just fucking around, everything’s alright. You’re probably under a lot of stress, huh? Poor thing.”

Rafe isn’t exactly sure how to react. No one has ever taken his anger and looked at it as more than just that, anger, yet here you are knowing him for all of ten minutes and the minute he loses his temper you see it for what it is, stress. Plus you’re kind of coddling him, and he’s never had anyone coddle him before. He almost feels speechless.

“I’m not gonna suck your dick about it like she is but I’m gonna help you man, fuckin’ relax. We doin’ this shit tonight?” Barry cracks his knuckles and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, earning an immediate glare from you. He scoffs, taking his feet off the table with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know why you care so much if my feet are on the table dude, it’s my fuckin’ table anyways.”

“The drugs I put inside my nose are on this table, I don’t want your dirty ass shoes on it. It's common sense really.” He rolls his eyes and you flip him off, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Yeah man, tonight. I want to give this shit over with. I bet you anything they’re at John B’s. They’re stupid enough to go there.” Rafe’s hand is tapping on his already shaking leg and you can tell he’s anxious, you reach out and grab it, stopping his motions. He doesn’t look at you, but he intertwines your fingers, his hand squeezing yours. You squeeze his back and bring your other hand to his bicep so you can rub soothing circles on it. He lets out a sigh. “Once it’s dark, then they won’t see us coming.”

“Aight, let’s do this shit. Bunny, you in?” Barry raises a brow at you, his eyes lingering on the way you’re touching Rafe. “Also, I thought I said I didn’t want this to be a thing.”

“It could be dangerous, I don’t know if you should come, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.” Rafe answers before you can, his hand squeezing yours again in what you assume is supposed to be reassurance but it actually just pisses you off.

“Okay.” Your voice is stern, your hands leave him as you stand from the couch and he immediately misses your touch. “I wanna get something straight, right fucking now. I am not some weak little girl who sits at home while all the fun shit goes down. If that’s the kinda girl you’re into, you are not going to find that with me. I’m a ride or die type of bitch. If my man is in trouble, I’m helping him. So if you want this to be a ‘thing’ as Barry is calling it, then I suggest you accept that sooner rather than later.”

“And you, have no fucking say in who I do and don’t engage with sexually or romatically. Me and Rafe clearly have chemistry and I could tell that the moment I locked eyes with him, so you’re just going to have to get the fuck over it. Are we clear? Both of you?” You look between them, your hands on your hips and that fire Rafe is already becoming addicted to in your eyes.

“Whatever, your lil ass has always been fuckin’ impossible to control. If this blows up in your face I’m gonna say I told you so, cuz.” Barry snorts.

“Yeah baby, I got it.” Rafe cuts in, sending a shockwave through your body with the pet name. “I saw you out there with that guy, you might be tougher than Barry.”

This makes you smile, your eyes turning soft as you approach him on the couch. This time you don’t take the seat next to him, you sit across his lap, facing your cousin with a triumphant smile. Rafe's arm circles around your waist and you nestle in closer to him.

“Alright then. Glad we are all on the same page now. So what’s the plan?”

“FUCK!!!!” Rafe was pissed, he threw himself into the driver's seat of his truck, slamming his hands down on the wheel. “FUCKING BULLSHIT!! THEY HAD TO OF JUST BEEN FUCKING BEEN THERE! POUGE FOR LIFE SARAH?! HUH?! I SEE HOW IT FUCKING IS!!”

“Rafe…” You approach the open driver's door, gently resting your hand on top of one of his that was white knuckling the steering wheel. Completely unafraid, despite the fact that he’s still holding the gun Barry gave him in his other hand. “Let’s just calm down for a second, okay? We’re gonna work it out, they aren’t going to fuck with you.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? I’M FUCKED! YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FUCKING DAD! YOU DON’T KNOW MY FAMILY, IF IT COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY GODDAMN SISTER HE’S GONNA FUCKING CHOOSE HER!!!” His hands leave the wheel, weaving through his hair and tugging, the gun pressed up against the side of his face.

“Hey.” You put your hands over his, turning his face towards yours. “I might not know about all that shit, maybe not yet at least, but I know that when I say I’m going to do something I get it done. You aren’t alone in this, I’m going to help you, okay?”

Your voice is sweet, the look in your eyes is gentle and reassuring, and your hands? They’re so soft, and cool against his face, the feeling of them soothes him in a way he’s never felt before. He lets out a sigh, relaxing under your touch.

“We are going to deal with this, but for right now we need to get the fuck out of here. Those gunshots could’ve caught someone’s attention.” You run your thumbs over the top of his hands before grabbing onto the gun, pulling it from his grasp with a smile. You tuck it into your boot and lean up onto your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, alright.” He nods, his hands smoothing through his hair.

You walk around the front of the truck so you can hop into the passenger seat, Barry already sat in the back anxiously bouncing his leg.

“Okay, let’s take Barry back to the house and then I think you and I should go somewhere together.” You buckle your seatbelt and turn to face him.

“Yeah? Where?” He shoves the keys in the ignition and puts the truck in drive, pulling away from the Châtea and into the night.

“Just trust me, I know a spot.” You kick your feet up on the dash, reaching into your purse for a cigarette and your lighter.

“Every instinct in my body is telling me to tell you to bring your ass home with me, but you’re not gonna listen to me for shit so I’m not gonna waste my breath. Gimme one of those fuckin’ cigarettes though.” Barry leans forward, snatching the entire pack and your lighter from your hands.

“Yeah, you’re better off not arguing with me Bare. Fucking give those back though, dick.” He rolls his eyes, lighting the cigarette he took from your pack before throwing it back to you.

“Yeah whatever, just fuckin’ take me home man.”

“Okay, take a left here and on your right you’re gonna see a little road that goes through these trees.” You point out the window, directing Rafe as he drives.

“Where the hell are you taking me, huh? You taking me out somewhere quiet to sacrifice me?” He chuckles, looking over at you with a smirk.

“Mmm, I bet you’d like that, huh? Preppy rich boys like you always like the fucked up alternative girls from the sticks.” You return his smirk with one of your own.

“Ha! I guess you’re right, I wouldn’t mind if you spilled a little bit of my blood, as long as I could spill yours too…” he reaches the end of the road, driving into a clearing in the trees, a patch of lone beach in front of you.

“Yeah? That’s hot. Stop here.” He obliges, putting the truck into park and taking off his seatbelt. You do the same, turning towards him with your legs tucked underneath you.

“What’re we really doing out here, vampire girl?” His eyes meet yours momentarily before the trail down your body, taking extra time to admire your tits in your top.

“Mmm, well, I know you’re really stressed and I just thought… maybe you could take some of your frustrations out on me?” You lock eyes with him, your tongue running over your bottom lip before you take it between your teeth.

“Yeah? You brought me out here so I would fuck the shit out of you?” He licks his lips, his large hand reaches out to rest on your thigh, squeezing the meat of it between his fingers.

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want to take me home after that shit you said about your family and Barry would probably either kill us both or have a stroke if you fucked me how I want you to fuck me at my place.” You said it oh so matter of fact, that smirk ever present on your lips.

“And how do you want me to fuck you? Huh, bunny?” His hand runs along the length of your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts. He grabs onto it, the tips of his thumb and his pinky just dipping under the fabric.

“I want you to fuck me like you hate me, take your frustrations out on me, Rafe. Use me.” Your voice comes out desperate and it makes him groan.

“I’ve barely even touched you yet and you’re already practically begging for me… you wanna be my little slut, that it?” His thumb runs down the seam of your shorts, stopping at your wet core. “You’re fucking dripping. I can feel it through your panties.”

“It’s all for you, want you, want to be your little slut so bad.”

“Fuck.” The hand not on your thigh reaches for your throat, squeezing it and cutting off your air supply in the most delicious way. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

He uses his grip on your throat to pull your face to his, smashing his lips against your own in a bruising kiss. You moan against his mouth and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers through his hair at the same time that his hand on your thigh pushes your shorts and panties to the side, burying two fingers in your wet cunt with little resistance. He begins pumping them in and out of you while his grip on your throat never falters. He pulls away from the kiss, his blue eyes almost black with lust as they bore into your own. His thumb finds your clit and your back arches, a loud moan ripping through you.

“Open your fucking mouth.” You oblige, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. He leans over you and lets a string of spit drop onto your waiting tongue. You moan as you happily swallow it. “Good girl. Want you to cum for me.”

His fingers hook just right inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and his thumb circles your clit perfectly. You feel your high approaching fast, you push your tank top down, letting your braless tits fall free. You grab them in your hands, tweaking your nipples, it causes your eyes to roll back and you feel that coil in your stomach about to snap. Rafe’s hand leaves your throat and grips onto your jaw in one swift motion.

“Fucking look at me when I make you cum.” He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, causing your lips to pout. “I own this pussy now, that means I own your orgasms too, look at me while I take what’s mine.”

You open your eyes, and the minute they meet his your high crashes over you like a tidal wave. A broken moan leaves your throat and your walls clench around his large fingers as they continue to fuck you through your high. He pulls them from your pussy, holding them up to his face to examine them. They’re creamy white and glistening in the moonlight. You grab his wrist and take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. He growls in response, shoving them further down your throat. You gag and he licks his lips, the sound going straight to his cock.

“Fuck, wanna feel you gagging around my dick. Get out of the truck and get on your knees, now.” He pulls his fingers from between your lips and takes them into his own mouth. The taste of your spit mixed with the remainder of your arousal sending his eyes to the back of his head. You follow his direction, hastily throwing the truck door open and getting out. You start to walk around the back and he stops you halfway, grabbing you by the hair so he can pull your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth while you kneel in the sand like the dirty slut you are. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

You nod as best as you can with the grip he has on your head, that sickeningly sweet smirk from when he first saw you earlier that day spread across your lips.

“Yeah, daddy, I want you to use my mouth like a fucking cock sleeve.” His eyes widen and a groan rips through him at the sound of that name leaving your lips.

“Fuck. Take this off.” He grabs the hem of your tank top and you lift your arms so he can pull it over your head. He takes your tits in his hands and squeezes them, the coolness of them sending a shiver down your spine and straight to your core, your nipples hardening under his touch. “Fucking perfect tits. Knees. Now.”

You drop to your knees and eagerly reach for the button on his shorts undoing it and his zipper in one swift motion. His cock is straining against his black boxers and your mouth waters at the sight. You pull his shorts and boxers down and it springs free, thick and hard and leaking just for you. You knew he would be big, but goddamn his cock is huge.

“Mmm daddy, you’re so big, fuck.” You spit on your hand and bring it to his shaft, lightly stroking him. That bead of precum on his head is practically begging you to taste it so you lean forward and lick his slit with the tip of your tongue. You circle his tip before taking it in your mouth and sucking eagerly.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, suck daddy’s cock.” His hands grab onto your braids like makeshift handlebars and he uses his grip to push himself all the way down your throat, causing you to gag around him. He holds your head there for a few seconds before pulling you off with a pop. Your mouth subconsciously chases his taste. “Oh you’re such an eager little whore huh? You like that? You like gagging on my cock?”

You nod and his grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back so you’re looking up into his eyes.

“Fuckin’ answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes - yes daddy, I fucking love it.”

“That’s what I thought.” He smirks down at you, shoving his cock back into your mouth and immediately thrusting into your throat. You gag and your eyes water, your mascara already starting to run down your cheeks. “God. Fucking look at you, I can see my cock in your throat baby.”

So much drool is dripping out of the sides of your mouth that it’s started to run down your chest and onto your tits. You swipe your fingers through it, wetting them before bringing them to his balls, caressing them in your lubed up hand.

“Oh fuck! Yeah, shiiiiit, play with my fucking balls, that’s so fucking good.” You look up at him and his head is thrown back, his neck on display, you can see all the veins in his biceps and the moans leaving him are feral. Your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight. Your hand travels between your legs and into your little spandex shorts, expertly finding your already slick clit and rubbing quick circles over it. Your moans increase in volume and it causes him to glance down at you, taking notice of your hand in your shorts.

“Hey, what the fuck did I say huh?” He pulls you off of him, bending at the waist so his face is hovering over yours. “I said that’s my fucking pussy, that means I’m the only one who gets to make you cum. Get up.”

He lets go of your hair, grabbing you underneath your arms and pulling you to your feet. He turns towards the truck and rips the bed open, grabbing onto your hips and roughly turning you. He pushes down on your back, and you take the hint, bending at the waist so your top half is against the truck bed. The plastic floor is cool and rough against your nipples and your lower half hangs off the truck, your feet not touching the ground. A harsh smack lands on your ass, causing you to help and jolt forward.

“You’re not so tough now, huh, vampire girl? Your pathetic dealers know you’re just a little slut who likes to get thrown around? Or is that just for me?” He grabs onto your shorts and panties, ripping them down to your ankles where they pool at the top of your boots. “Look at you, you’re so fucking wet.”

He drops to his knees, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your asshole and back again. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth and his hand comes down on your ass again. You feel like you’re going to cum embarrassingly soon. His fingers run through your slick lips before they’re sliding inside you, immediately hooking into your sweet spot. You cum suddenly and hard, your whole body shaking underneath him.

“Please fuck me now daddy, please, I want your cock so bad” you voice is whiney and you shake your ass from side to side, arching your back so it’s further on display for him.

“Quit begging, I’m gonna give you what you want, don’t be a greedy brat.” He stands, two harsh smacks landing on your ass. He takes his cock in his hand and runs the head through your slit, coating it in your wetness. He pushes into you in one swift motion, and immediately starts fucking you at a brutal pace.

“Yes! Fuck! You’re so big, feels so full.” Your voice is a breathy moan, his cock feels like it’s in your lungs and the door to the truck bed is digging into your hips but god it feels so good. His hands are grabbing your hips so roughly that you think his nails might be drawing blood, and god you hope they are. You want him to mark you as his, anywhere and everywhere.

“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight, gripping my cock so good. This pussy was fucking made for me. Say it.” He leans over you, practically crushing you, but his cock hits even deeper than before and his mouth latches onto your neck and it’s like he read your mind because he starts to roughly suck and bite into your skin. Definitely leaving marks behind. “Say it. Say this pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy was fucking made for you, daddy.” You arch your back, pushing your ass back against him the best you can with your limited movement, wanting to feel every ridge and vein of him as deep inside you as possible.

“Yeah it fucking was.” He leans back, his hand gripping onto your hair again so he can pull your back against his chest. The sting of the truck against your hips at an all time high. He releases your hair so he can grip onto your throat instead, his other hand coming down to rub your clit. The feelings of pain mixed with pleasure sending you closer and closer to another orgasm. “You gonna cum already? I can feel you tightening around my cock baby girl.”

“Yeah - yeah I’m - fuck - I’m gonna cum for you daddy, you just feel sofuckinggood.” You’re a drooling whimpering mess and the coil is seconds away from snapping when he stops his movements and pulls out of you, taking your orgasm with him. “Hey what-“

Before you can protest he grips onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back. He grabs your throat and pulls you into a sitting position, grabbing onto your thigh with his other hand so he can pull you to the edge of the truck.

“I told you, I want you to look at me when you cum. You owe me for that last one.” He slams his cock into you, continuing to fuck you like his life depends on it. His thumb finds your clit again and his mouth latches onto your neck, biting down so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a bruise in the shape of his teeth marks. You’d get it tattooed if he wanted. You already knew at that moment this man had ruined all other men for you. He had you.

“Fuck - fuck daddy, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum”

“Fucking cum for me, I’ll fill this little pussy up, paint your walls with my cum. Milk my cock, slut.”

His words send you over the edge, cumming harder than you have all night. Your walls convulse around him and your nails rake down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. But that’s not what does him in, it’s the fact that you never break eye contact with him for a second. Obeying him like the good girl you are.

“Fuck! Good fucking girl, best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. Never gonna leave you alone now. Never quitting this pussy.” He cums with a growl, shoving his cock deep inside you. He fucks you through his high, his thrusts never letting up, his face shoved into your neck. When he finally starts to come down he lets his softening cock slip out of you, his lips finding yours and kissing you with fever.

“Never quittting this pussy, huh, pretty boy? That’s a bold statement to make about a girl you just met.” You smirk at him, taking his face in his hands and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

“Don’t fucking care, I meant every word. You’re fucking mine now.” He turns his head to the side, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“Does that mean you’re mine too? I don’t do one sided bullshit.”

“Yeah baby, that means I’m yours too. Come on, get your clothes on, let’s get the fuck out of here.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, grabbing your clothes off the sandy ground and shaking them out before handing them to you.

“You gonna take me home now? Barry is just gonna love all the hickies I know you left on my neck.” You smirk at him, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Nah, I’m bringing you home with me. Gonna fuck you all night long.” He cups your jaw in his hand, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

“What about your family?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fuck em, you’re my girl now, they’re going to have to get used to it. Get your ass in the truck, I wanna fuck you in my shower.”

You giggle, running around to jump in the truck. You didn’t even see his family that night. But they definitely heard Rafe making good on his promise to fuck you all night long and you couldn’t even find it in yourself to feel bad. Not that night, and not the next morning when he introduced you to his dad and step mom while they had disgusted looks on their faces. You just smiled, happily shaking their hands like you weren’t calling their son daddy until the sun came up.

Tagging moots who might be interested: @chrrymunson @emsgoodthinkin @imyourdaninow 🖤

#rafe Cameron #rafe OBX #rafe Cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe Cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron x fem!reader #Dolly writes

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qoeww · 2 years

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The Rise!movie was amazing!! (Spoiler alert)

If it was s/o Who managed to "portalchop" the ship and trap Krang on the other side, including themselfs, how would the turtles react?

Bonus scene: They got saved, of course

S/O SACRIFICING THEIRSELF TO DEFEAT KRANG

Warning: Angst and spoiler from movie

Characters: Turtle Bros

Writing type: Fic+ Hc

Author Note: Bruh this is my fav request, I love that type of angst >:] That was long, I hope you like it hun <3

No, you shouldn't be there, why didn't you just listen Leo?

Leo had expected Krang to crush him, not throw him. He hissed in pain as his shell rubbed against the ground. No, no NO! That wasn't a part of the plan!

You were the closest to Krang.

You looked at the chaos behind you for the last time. Fear was reflected in the eyes of your friends.

You grabbed Leo's ōdachi from ground and runned to Krang. Screams coming from behind you mixed together, only heard Krang and his disgusting voice. The expression on your his made you grip the ōdachi tighter.

You swung the ōdachi into his outstretched arm, there wasn't even the tiniest crumb of pain on his face.

"Really? That's all?"

You just grinned to his teasing.

"You thought so?" Ōdachi activated and you both dissappeared. Your voice heard from their wristbands.

"CASEY NOW!"

And the huge portal door disappeared like you and Krang.

LEO

"CASEY DON'T DO THİS NO-"

Before portal shouted, he could only shout to get his voice to Casey

Portal shout down and he didn't do anything

Everything was his fault.

His brain working so hard, he is blaming himself and at the same time he is trying to make a new plan

He ran to Casey and tried to grab the key

Yes, YES he will just take you from there and will close the portal again and everything will be fine

He got angry at first when Casey didn't give him the key, but he slowly grasps everything

You sacrificed yourself... Because of him

If he had done the plan better, these would not happen, if he-

Breathing is so hard, his chest is burning with every breath

DONNIE

He didn't do anything, just watched you disappearing without noise

He heard your voice, he knew it was coming from the bracelet but didn't believe

He didn't wanna believe what was happening now

The sound of the portal closing mingled with your voice and echoed in his brain

He didn't know how to react

He brought his hand to face when he felt the salty water in his mouth

He was... Crying?

His vision was blurred, his brain had a hard time understanding

He felt like this for the first time... So helpless

He couldn't do anything

He wanted to stop crying, get up and do something

But there was no end of tears

Donnie hated to feel this way

RAPH

He failed

He didn't do his part

He was the big brother, he should save everyone

At a sound from his right, he turned his head, for a moment believing that you were there

As the portal closed, he took a wheezing breath and watched the chaos dissipate

He fell to his knees, he felt like he couldn't bear his weight

Weight or guilty? He didn't know

He tried to suppress the sobs that were struggling to escape his throat

He should encourage others, and make a new plan

His. Stupid. Brain. Stopped. Working. Think. THİNK!

He didn't even dare to look at his brother's face

The last time he saw the fear on your face turning into courage, the sob ripped out of his throat

"Why... WHY?"

If he hadn't been so stupid, if he hadn't gone and obeyed Krang...

The sobbings didn't stop

MIKEY

Hah... Haha...

His face contorted with pain

He looked behind, his brothers for support

But everything was worse than he thought, his brothers were crying

Maybe... Maybe Leo?

No... No

Was the situation really hopeless?

He felt his heart was disassembled

Tears were coming to his eyes

He clasped his hands in anger, he wasn't going to let that happen

He will not leave his love

He stretched out his hands, Casey told him he could make portals right? So he will.

His hands were shaking but he didn't care, he will do it, he can!

Nothing was happening, tears ran down his chin

After all, he was just a child, the child always being useless

NO, NO DON'T THINK LIKE THAT, I CAN HELP THEM

He focused more, he could hear your voice, you were talking with Krang

The heat on your fingertips hurt

IT WAS HAPPENING

The orange portal shined in chaos, attracted the attention of all to magnificent structure. Even Leo noticed the shining, noticed the hope.

Raph looked up at Mikey's voice, his brother… his brother was making it. Turned his head to Donnie, the emptiness in purple one's gaze was finally filled with determination. They both reached out to the portal to support their brother

"IT'S NOT ENOUGH!" Mikey shouted, he felt all the flesh in his body being roasted

The portal was getting smaller and smaller.

They didn't even hear the sound coming from their side, so Leo rushed over to them and held out his hands

"WE CAN MAKE IT!"

The portal returned to its former greatness, then the universe where you were Krang was reflected.

Blood was dripping from your nose, mouth and wounds. Raph activates his strength and reaches out to you, you weren't even strong enough to grasp it. But you made it, you were back. While portal shout down from your back you heard the Krang's voice for the last time.

"Oh, hey guys. What a day huh?..."

They all jumped on you, gave you a warm family hug

LEO

Leo stood on tiptoe to look at you as Raph pulled you

You were there, living

All he could feel was the relief in his body when the portal closed behind you

After group hug, he didn't want to leave you

He closed his eyes as he ran his fingers through your hair

He just, just wanna stay like this for a little bit

DONNIE

His hand were still shaking after you came too

He slowly pulled himself away after a hug

You can feel the pain in your eyes

Slowly, ignoring the pain, you raised your arms and invited him into the other hug

He walked quickly towards you and wrapped his arms around you

You can feel his nails rubbing against your back, he gripped you tightly like you were about to slip out

"I- I don't know how to feel-"

You whispered while rubbing his neck. "Everything is okay Donnie, everything will be okay."

RAPH

Krang hissed behind you as he tried to reach you and he felt panic trying to grip his body

He gripped you tightly but not hurtfully and pulled you

He was trying to use his strength as carefully as possible, even as he slowly put you down

He was the first to break the group hug, worried about your bones and scars

"We should go and get some-"

You grabbed his panicked face and kissed him, feeling his tensed muscles soften under a kiss

Tears wet both your face and his

MIKEY

With a final wink to Krang, he closed the portal

He's the one running for the first hug, he really held her body, he really made it

Even when he brokes hug, he was still very happy, she did it, she made it

He didn't even notice the tears running down his cheeks

His relief was reflected in tears, The stress inside was him flowing with tears

He opened his arms again and pulled you into a hug

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanons #leonardo x reader #donatello x reader #michelangelo x reader #raphael x reader #take a handkerchief #haha angst go brr #save rottmnt

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imaginespazzi · 2 months

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It's very late, I'm a tiny bit tipsy but I definitely won't have time tomorrow, and if my inbox is anything to go by, y'all really want your pazzi crumbs so here y'all go (I might do a proper recap about the game later but we'll see)

Also I know I said I lowkey wanted Paige to leave but you guys seeing the way gampel loves her (like IT WAS LOUD and lowkey didn't even hear her say the "I'm coming back" part because everyone was screaming already) and seeing the way she loves them back, ugh I'm just so happy she gets that again for one more year and I just hope it's everything she wants.

Anyways onto what you're here for:

The scream I screamed when Azzi came out in the #5 jersey like I think I scared some people (read: the girl next to me even though she should be used to my bullshit by now). But when I tell y'all it was a MOMENT, for me and for Paige. I'm sure she knew it was happening but I have no idea if she'd seen Azzi in that jersey before the moment. But girlie's eyes were glued for a good minute. Like they were doing their warmups and stuff they do, and Azzi was walking around the court saying hi to people and Paige was distracted as hell. Then Azzi finally got to her and bruh the smirk on this bitch's face like WE GET IT. That's your girl, in your jersey. She definitely made some smartass comment cause Azzi rolled her eyes. Like you guys I wish I had videoed this interaction, even if it would have come out blurry as fuck, because I swear it's better than anything I can ever write, literally straight out of a fic vibes.

KK also definitely made some smartass comment cause Azzi full just shoved her at some point. Princess was getting teased by everyone today I think because she was blushing and rolling her eyes a lot and whoever was around her was laughing with teasing eyes.

They gravitate to each other so much, like so much it's kinda insane. Especially before the game, like as soon as Azzi was out of the tunnel (injured players come out a couple of minutes after the other players), even when they're not really even interacting each other, they're in each other's orbiit. Y'all like it's kinda ridiculous. And I was at the Texas game last year (was not as invested back then so maybe that's why) but I swear they weren't this attached yet.

Also seeing Azzi so happy and carefree pregame, I already knew Paige was definitely staying.

Small moment during the foul with Amari that was being reviewed, the non-injured players were huddled and the injured players were still on the bench. And Paige just kept looking back at Azzi and at some point Aaliyah like elbowed her and gave her a knowing look before also turning back and looking at Azzi.

Also I swear when they're slapping hands, both of them tend to linger just a second longer than they do with other people.

Speaking of people teasing Azzi, Paige's mom gave her the biggest smirk when she saw her after the game. Like she looked at the jersey and then like titled her head a little bit and then they hugged and it was so sweet. Before that she was messing around with all of Paige's siblings. You can just tell the comfort level is different because at this point, everyone's close to everyone's families to an extent, but it's just different with Azzi and Paige's family.

Back to gravitating, as soon as Paige was done with the SNY interview and interacting with fans, she was back in Azzi's orbit. Like they don't really touch and stuff because they're clearly aware there's so many people, but you can see they kinda want to? But they were just talking after. They're so tethered, like I know and y'all know, but when you see it in person it's kinda insane to observe.

Alright that's all I can remember right now but I'll see if I can remember more. But man it was just such an emotional night and ugh I love this senior class so much and seeing them get the love they deserve made me so happy. They deserve everything.

#pazzi #also seeing them play in person makes me wanna be a believer so bad but...#like yes crumbs but also we got azzi in paige's jersey like omg???

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simplepotatofarmer · 11 months

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preparations

another mini fic for my 'hey loyal write this' challenge, this time based on @justcallme-ange's prompt! a slight retelling of doomsday preparations featuring doomsday trio!

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“How’s preparations coming along, mate?”

Techno stopped in the middle of the cabin and sighed, arms hanging down at his sides.

“Bruh. Don’t ask me that, Phil, alright,” he said. “I have no dang idea what I’m doin’.”

“You look stressed.” A trace of worry was in Phil’s voice, hidden beneath the laughter.

“Who knew that destroyin’ a government was so complicated?”

“Have you talked to Dream again, seen what he’s up to? It might help us figure out what we should be doing,” suggested Phil.

It wasn’t a bad idea. As much as Dream came off as mysterious and aloof, Techno had learned it actually took very little to get him talking. Or at least very little to fluster him and get him laughing which was about the same thing in the end.

“See, this is why I keep you around, Phil,” Techno said, taking out his communicator and typing out a quick message.

[you whisper to Dream] hey man [you whisper to Dream] can we meet up and do a lil planning?

With a sigh, Phil moved some clutter out of the way, clearing a place for him to sit.

“Now we wait,” he said.

They didn’t have to wait long. Techno had barely begun pacing around the cabin, collecting supplies to brew a potion then deciding he wanted to brew a different one, before his communicator chimed. Techno fumbled with it for a moment.

[Dream whispered to you] i’m kind of busy. is something wrong?

[you whisper to Dream] define ‘wrong’ haha [you whisper to Dream] nah, it’s fine. we can come to you. where are you?

Phil quirked an eyebrow as he watched Techno type, chuckling to himself, and resisted the urge to stand up and try to read over his friend’s shoulder.

This time the reply took longer.

[Dream whispered to you] sure i guess [Dream whispered to you] i’m near by [Dream whispered to you] at my HOUSE

Techno waved the communicator in Phil’s direction.

“This man, he’s still tryin’ to convince me he’s not homeless.”

“Jesus christ,” said Phil, rolling his eyes.

[you whisper to Dream] do you mean your ‘evil lair’?

A second later, the communicator chimed.

[Dream whispered to you] WHAT?? [Dream whispered to you] how the hell do you know about that techno??

Laughing, Techno responded.

[you whisper to Dream] me and phil will be there in a bit [you whisper to Dream] sorry about the creeper man

[Dream whispered to you] THAT WAS YOU???

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Techno remembered the path to Dream’s little house. It hadn’t been that long since he had watched Dream struggle to build it. He was little surprised to find that Dream had returned to rebuild it but maybe he shouldn’t have been. It seemed like a very Dream thing to do, the more he thought about it.

“You really bullied him into building a house?” asked Phil as they trudged along.

“I mean, bullyin’ is a bit harsh, Phil.” Techno paused. “But I absolutely bullied the heck out of that man.”

“You’re unbelievable, mate.”

As they crested the hill, Techno stopped.

“Huh. I guess he really did rebuild it,” he said.

The house was just as mismatched as it had been the first time Techno had been here. Shaking his head, Techno headed down with Phil following behind him. There was still a hole in the yard from the creeper. Techno knocked on the door and waited.

A moment later there was the sound of something hitting the ground and then footsteps that were almost too quiet to hear. The door opened and Dream was tugging down his mask, dirty blonde hair sticking out around the straps. When he spoke, he sounded as if he was holding back a yawn.

“What did you need to talk about, Techno?”

“Well, the whole destroyin’ the government thing,” he said, slowly. There was something about the set of Dream’s shoulders, how disheveled he looked, that made worry sprout in his chest. His armor was half on and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms covered in bandages. Techno glanced at Phil; he had been ready to grill Dream about his plans but he was silent, frowning. “You alright, man?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Dream adjusted his mask again and glanced behind him before stepping aside. “Well… I guess you can come in, I’ll show you what I’ve got so far.”

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One of the first things Techno noticed about Dream’s ‘house’ was there was no bed. The second thing was the blueprints that had been spread out and tacked up onto the wall. Some of them clearly weren’t for whatever he had planned for L’Manberg and he had quickly shoved them away. Neither Techno nor Phil said anything though they had exchanged a glance before sitting down at the table Dream had indicated. There were only two chairs so Dream had sat on a chest in the corner.

“And you got enough TNT for this?” asked Phil.

There was no answer.

Techno cleared his throat. The mask made it impossible to see where Dream was looking but the downward tilt of his head gave it away.

“Dream?” Techno shifted in his seat and nudged Dream’s foot with his hoof. “Wakey-wakey.”

Dream jerked upright.

“What?”

“When’s the last time you’ve gotten some sleep, man?”

He tugged at his sleeves, rolling them down, and turned his head away.

“Well, to be fair, I’ve been pretty busy,” said Dream.

Snorting, Phil shook his head.

“Damn good way to get yourself killed, going into battle exhausted.”

“It’s—I mean, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Dream’s voice rose in pitch. “You’re the ones that wanted to come here.”

Techno frowned. The worry from earlier had bloomed.

“Alright, Dream, alright,” he said. “I guess we should be goin’. How about you walk us back, Dream?”

“What?! Why?”

It was a question that Phil had been on the verge of asking himself but he saw the look on Techno’s face and realized he had something planned.

“Haven’t you ever heard of hospitality, Dream? We’re your guests.”

“That doesn’t—That doesn’t make any sense! You came here.”

“Hospitality, Dream.” Techno got to his feet. “C’mon, walk us back.”

The groan Dream gave turned into a yawn halfway through. Standing, Dream adjusted his mask once more – it had slipped to the side – and headed towards the door.

“God, fine.”

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It took about five minutes for Dream to stumble the first time. The second time, he slipped on a snow-covered log and might have fallen if Techno hadn’t caught him, steadying him with a pat on the back.

“Whoa, easy, Dream,” he said.

Dream didn’t pull away. He rubbed a hand over his face, beneath the mask, and then shrugged. He knew the argument that Techno was about to make and knew there wasn’t anything he could say because Techno was right.

“You got a death wish, mate, running yourself so ragged like this?” asked Phil.

Looking at him, Dream shrugged again because he couldn’t argue with that, either, not really.

“Good thing you decided to walk us back, Dream, you can stay with me tonight,” Techno said. “I have room, I told you that.”

“I’m not—I’m not staying with you.”

“Sure you are, Dream.” Taking Dream’s hands, Techno ducked under his arm, turning so his back was to Dream and lifting him. Dream struggled for a moment before giving up and letting Techno tug him up until he was settled on Techno’s back. “We can’t have you trippin’ and breakin’ a leg before the big fight.”

“This is so fucking embarrassing,” Dream muttered but he looped his arms around Techno’s neck.

“I mean, it is pretty embarrasin’ that I have to carry you but I don’t mind, man.”

Phil burst out laughing, slapping his knee.

“Oh, got him.”

“I hate both of you,” said Dream.

“I know, Dream.”

The laughter trailed off and silence fell as they walked. It didn’t take long for Techno to feel Dream’s head drop against his neck, chin resting on his shoulder, breathing now even. All his weight was now held up by Techno’s arms, hands under his knees.

“He’s asleep, isn’t he, Phil?”

Craning his head, Phil tried to get a good look.

“Out like a fucking light,” he said, with a huff of amusement.

“I knew it. Man was practically asleep on his dang feet.”

“Some big bad,” Phil said. “He’s like a damn toddler.”

“Not gonna lie, he weighs a bit more than a toddler but yeah.”

“So, was your plan to bully him into walking us home just so you could make him take a nap?”

“Well, when you put it like… But yeah, that was exactly my plan, Phil. That was exactly my plan.”

#hey loyal write this #dsmp fanfic #technoblade #dreamwastaken #philza #dream smp #doomsday trio

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tkthrilla-writes · 6 months

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HI!!! I’m new to your page and I just wanna say your writing is phenomenal❤️ I came from your Alastor fic and I loved it so much omg. GAHH not only is your writing amazing, but the way you depict his personality is as well 😭 if you were to write more about him in the future I have a slight idea.. like, the reader could be gen z, so they constantly make the rock face randomly for no reason.

It’s just a future idea, but regardless I know if you post any more fanfics about alastor I’d eat it up 🤤🫶

Oh my god thank you so very much, I am very glad I write him well. If you liked my last one you take a look at my other Alastor stuff, it has been a while but I hope they are as good as my last one!

And for some context Alasotr's darling host is someone I would give around is in their mid 20's just trying to get by with the help of their demon companion who is possessing their body. So they would definitely make reference to memes occasionally in their day to day life just to annoy him.

*in text should Alastor dearest ever get a phone*

Alastor: It's my day to take over, and we are going to paint the town red with murder

Host: *rock face meme*

Alastor: what is that supposed to mean?

Host: it means it is actually my day today and I say we stay in and nap

Alastor: how does that picture depict such a thing?

*in actual person conversation*

Alastor: I am getting a strange craving for stomach and liver for tonight's dinner

Host: Bruh *cue le rock face*

Alastor: my dear just because you make the same face as on your mobile device does not make you funny. And I still do not understand the meaning of it?!

#x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #demon #funny memes #meme #hazbin hotel x reader #host au

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itsjustbell · 1 year

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Sleep

Summary: After a long day at the studio, you decide to pay your favorite scientist a little visit and maybe convince him to get some much-needed rest.

Lol, I did end up putting this on a separate blog. This is the first fic I'm posting to Tumblr. I had to hype myself up for this, but I hope y'all like it. Please let me know if y'all would want more of this kind of stuff haha I totally didn't redo my whole blog just to post this, so I could keep my art and writing on separate accounts

Oh and thanks to @bruh-anator3000 for the confidence boost, i love you _______________________

You could see the blue glow of HexTech from under the lab’s door before you even entered the room. Familiar piles of blueprints and scribbled out calculations lay scattered across desks and floors alike. You made special note of the ones that bore black burns on their borders. You’d reckon that the lab was almost as messy as your studio back in the arts and design side of the Academy, splattered with paint and littered with tools strewn haphazardly on tables. Mess was the calling card of a creative you supposed, and at the center of this particular one, bathed in blue light and golden sparks, was Viktor.

Despite the echoing clack of your shoes against the floor, he stayed seemingly unaware of your presence. Not that he usually acknowledged the presence of many while he was working, but you still thought that perhaps the sharp sound disturbing the relative peace would have caught his attention. Even as you stood behind him, peering over his shoulder, he kept working. If he knew you were there, he made no show of it.

He flinched as you placed a hand on his shoulder, cursing. A part of you almost felt bad for spooking him, and you would’ve if he wasn’t wearing those stupidly adorable blue goggles. He looked over his shoulder at you with what you could only fathom was a glare through those thick blue lenses.

“You’re lucky I didn’t drop anything,” He scolded, setting down whatever it was he was tinkering with. It looked to be some sort of mechanical…claw with one of those hex balls he and Jayce had been troubleshooting. “You should know better than to disturb a scientist when he is working. This is—” He picked up the blue orb– “dangerous stuff I’m working with!”

“Mhmmm, and what would you have done? Beat me to death with this contraption of yours?” You gently removed his goggles, holding back a laugh. He grumbled as you did, but the pout that had formed a tight knot on his face all but melted away as you started to smooth out his goggle-hair. His hair was soft, though slightly slicked with grease.

“Is it so late that even you have stopped working to grace me with your presence?” He asked.

“I think I could hear the morning doves as I walked here.”

He hummed, slinking deeper into his chair as your fingers carded through his hair.

“You’re going to tell me it’s time to sleep, aren’t you?”

“It’s important,” You say as you work out a particularly unruly knot, “and I think your back could use the break from all the times you’ve passed out at this desk just this month.”

You slid your hands down the back of his neck and gave his shoulders a light squeeze. He shuddered under your hands. You leaned down to his ear.

“You’re turning into a shrimp,” You mused. He gasped dramatically, turning around in his chair with a hand to his heart.

“How dare you!”

You laughed, a smirk playing on your lips, “If it hurts so much, you must know it’s true.”

“Who said things have to be true to hurt?”

Despite the oh-so-scornful look on his face, he didn’t move when you placed your hands on his cheeks. “Are you going to sleep or not, Vik?”

He hummed, meeting your eyes with a playful smile. “Ehh… With all these insults of yours… I don’t think I’ve been properly persuaded yet.” His hands found their way to your hips, drawing you in close. Half-lidded amber eyes suddenly turned to alluring whiskey, and you eagerly drank them in.

“And what would you suggest?”

His eyes flicked down to your lips.

“A kiss, perhaps?” You chuckled, but fulfilled his request nevertheless.

You could feel the warmth of his red flush bloom under your fingertips as your lips met his. The hands on your waist wound themselves tighter into the fabric of your shirt, inviting you to rest a knee on the edge of his chair, so you didn’t have to lean down quite so far. His lips were rough against yours, but the abrasion only seemed to make you dizzier with desire. You had to steel yourself in order to pull away, lest you get lost in your lustful daze. An amused hum resounded through your chest when you saw his lips try to follow yours as you leaned back.

“Will that suffice?”

He raised an eyebrow. His pupils had nearly eclipsed his whole iris.

“Surely I can’t convince you into something more?”

“Nice try, mister,” You grab his tie out of his shirt and pull lightly. “You can have more when you’re in bed.”

He sighed in mock annoyance. “Well, if you insist.”

You handed him his cane, which he took begrudgingly, and helped him go through the motions of closing down the lab for the night— or morning, you guessed. The sound of his footsteps and cane alongside yours made for a lovely orchestra for the doves as you walked back to his room.

#viktor x reader #viktor x you #arcane #arcane viktor x you #arcane viktor x reader #viktor fluff #viktor arcane

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ghouligancentral · 2 years

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Aether x Reader x Swiss (18+)

Afab reader- no pronouns; NSFW

Summary- Swiss and the reader decide to see if Aether wants to have some fun with them in a practice room. ( this summary sucks, I promise the fic is better)

A/N- The combination of the majesty of Aether’s forearms and that gif of Aether and Swiss (you know the one) got me like bruh. I knew I had to write this. This is the sequel to "Lights, Camera, Ghoul". I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: This is just smut so the whole fic is it's own warning.

Aether reaches over to pick up his phone after he hears the ding of a new message. It’s from Swiss. The quintessence ghoul taps on the text to find a video. No message or explanation attached, just the video, and as soon as Aether sees the thumbnail he knows he shouldn’t click on it.

But he can't bring himself to look away from the image of you laying sprawled out on Swiss’ bed wearing a ghoulette mask. Swiss must have sent this by mistake. This wasn’t supposed to be seen by him. Or was it? The questions swirl around Aether’s brain as he continues staring at the screen and he feels his cock beginning to harden in his jeans. A low grumble escapes him. What is he thinking? This obviously was a mistake. He should just delete the video and pretend like none of this ever happened…. right?

While Aether is trying to make up his mind, his hand seems to have already decided. Aether clicks on the video and his eyes widen at the sight. This is much more than he was expecting. He can’t move, he feels frozen as he watches you whimper and moan as Swiss fucks you. It is only a minute or so into the video and Aether can already tell he is fully hard. His cock presses painfully against the zipper of his trousers. The hand not holding the phone snakes its way down his body and settles on the bulge. A hiss escapes his lips as he palms himself through the fabric, but before he can move to undo his trousers, he receives another text from Swiss.

He quickly takes his hand off of his cock and pauses the video as guilt slowly creeps in. Aether can already guess what the message will say. It’ll say ‘Aether DON’T open your first text from me!’, but to his surprise it doesn’t say that at all. In fact, it says just the opposite.

Swiss: You watched it yet?

Aether just blinks in surprise at the question before typing his response.Did Swiss know what he sent?

Aether: Was that supposed to be sent to me?

The large ghoul holds his breath as he sees the green ‘typing’ bubble pop up in the lower corner of the screen.

Swiss: Yes. Did you watch it?

Swiss: 😈

Swiss: Did you like it?

Aether feels his cheeks heat up at the question. He certainly wasn’t expecting Swiss to send him something like that today (or any day for that matter). Should he respond? But before he can delete his text, he hits send.

Aether: yes

Swiss: You wanna fuck [Y/N]?

Aether’s eyes go wide in response to the blunt (and frankly crude) question . What is Swiss playing at? He has no idea how to respond. Oh of course he wants to sleep with you, and who could blame him. You are young, vivacious, energetic, and, not to mention, stunning. But shouldn’t you get a say in this? You're not just an object. Talking about you like this makes Aether feel like a creep, not that he didn’t after watching the video earlier.

Aether: SWISS! What in the hell type of question is that?!

Swiss: OH so you do!

Aether: I didn’t say that.

Swiss: You’re avoiding the question so I’m just going to assume the answer is a yes.

Swiss: So am I right or am I right?

Aether sighs at the question. He has already come this far. In for a penny, in for a pound I guess….

Aether: yes

The ghoul watches as the green ‘typing’ bubble pops up once more but it quickly disappears, causing Aether’s panic to flare back up. He racks his brain for an explanation of why Swiss stopped mid text. Another message from Swiss pops in but this time it's in a group chat.

Swiss: Both of you, meet me at the practice room in the east wing in 30 minutes

[Y/n]: Will do. What’s this all about?

Great, Aether thinks you have no idea that Swiss sent the video. Now there is a chance he and Swiss are going to be outed as a couple of perverts in front of you. But unbeknownst to him you are in on Swiss’ little game.

Swiss: Tell you later. Aether, you coming?

Aether takes a second to think before he types his response. Part of him wants to say no, that he’s busy, but the other part….. The other wants to see where this is going.

Aether: Okay

Swiss: Good man. See you two real soon

The quintessence ghoul lets out a long sigh as he drops his phone onto the bed beside him. This was not how he pictured his morning going.

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Half an hour later, Aether finds himself making his way to the east wing, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as a mixture of nervousness and excitement fill his body. When he gets there he sees you and Swiss already talking. The door is ajar but he pauses before he walks in.

You’re sitting on the edge of the grand piano as Swiss stands right beside you with one hand resting on your thigh. Aether watches the mutli ghoul’s hand inches closer and closer to your inner thigh. He leans over and whispers something in your ear, causing you to giggle before giving him a playful smack. Aether clears his throat to make his presence known.

“Hey Aether,” you chirp as you wave him over, but not before you push Swiss’s hand off of your thigh. Aether must have seen where Swiss’ hand was because the quintessence ghoul has a flustered look on his face as he enters the room.

“Hey man. Shut the door on your way in,” Swiss instructs before he turns back to you, continuing on with your previous conversation. Aether obeys and turns his back to you to close the door. He takes a deep breath before turning to face you. Once again, Aether finds you chuckling at the words Swiss just whispered in your ear.

“So,” Swiss smirks, as the other ghoul takes a few more steps into the room,” I was just telling [Y/N] here about the time that you got stuck in the air vent while chasing after Dew.”

You watch as Aether’s face heats up in response to recalling the memory. You smack Swiss on the shoulder to get him to stop laughing, feeling a little bad for chuckling yourself.

“I know you didn’t tell us both to meet you here just to embarrass Aether. So what’s this all about?” You question.

That’s where you’re wrong, Aether thinks to himself as he plops down on the couch in the corner of the room. Swiss’ eyes flicker with delight as he prepares to divulge his master plan.

“Well,” Swiss starts, as he helps you down off of the piano,” you know how I told you that Aether is a bit of a voyeur?”

Aether groans, covering his face with his hands in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. Why would Swiss tell you that? All he wants to do is sink into the cushions and disappear, never to be seen again. He slowly peeks out from behind his fingers, expecting the worst. But to his surprise you don’t seem bothered. There is actually a hint of a smile forming on your face.

“I remember,” you hum as you go over to sit by Aether.

“Well,” Swiss smirks,” I was thinking that we could have a little bit of fun together and have Aether critique our performance. ”

You watch as Aether’s eyes go wide, his mouth opens like his is going to say something but no words come out. When you received the group text from Swiss, you thought that he was planning something along these lines.

“I like the idea,” you muse as you begin to trail a hand over Aether’s bicep, “but I think that Aether should play a more active role.”

Aether can feel his erection beginning to press against his trousers. He looks from you to Swiss and then back to you.

“What did you have in mind?” Swiss asks with a sly grin as he walks over to join the both of you.

“You know that thing you mentioned the other night?” you giggle. The sparkle in Swiss’ eyes flickers to something much darker, something much more feral.

“Oh baby, you know you shouldn’t tease like that.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m serious. I wanna try it.”

A growl rumbles from the multi ghoul and Aether can already see the outline of Swiss’ erection through his tight pants. He’s getting a little dizzy from looking back and forth from you to Swiss. What did you talk about that has got Swiss so aroused? And how can he be a part of it? Swiss lets out a pleased growl before turning to Aether.

“She wants to try DP. You up for that?” Swiss asks Aether.

“Oh hell yes,” Aether responds, a little too quickly for his liking.

“Good. Let's get started,” Swiss announces and he offers you a hand to help you stand up. He pulls you in so that he can begin placing kisses on the side of your neck. You moan at the feeling of his warm skin against yours.

“Swiss,” you groan as the ghoul begins placing kisses over your neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. The way your hands roam his back causes a growl to emanate from the multi ghoul’s chest. Swiss removes his lips from your neck to look over to his bandmate.

“You just gonna sit there?” Swiss teases Aether, watching as he blinks out of his wide-eyed stupor, but the quintessence ghoul doesn’t have to be told twice. With just a few steps, Aether makes it over to the two of you and begins trailing his hands lightly over your back, working his way lower.

“Aeth,” you moan as you press back against his muscled chest. Swiss takes the opportunity to strip you of your dress by pulling it up and over your head before tossing it aside. Aether plants a series of hot, open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck as Swiss unceremoniously removes your undergarments.

When Aether stops kissing your neck, he looks up to find Swiss’ gaze is on him. Swiss leans over you and places his lips on Aether’s. Aether brings up a hand to grip onto Swiss’ bicep as Swiss grabs at Aether’s waist. Being sandwiched between the two large ghouls as they continue to make out, is a dream come true. Their moans fill your ears as their erections grind against your body.

You let out a little whimper when you begin to feel a little squished. The ghouls separate to give you some breathing room before Swiss drags you over to the couch and motions for you to take a seat. Aether follows, looming just a couple steps behind the multi ghoul.

“ I’m going to make you cum to get you to relaxed and then we’ll move on from there. That okay with you?” Swiss asks as he kneels down between your legs. Your cheeks heat up as you bite your lower lip before eking out a ‘yes’. You’re feeling a little exposed under the gaze of the ghouls and Aether must notice because he then begins the process of stripping.

“Swiss, I believe we are a little overdressed for this occasion,” Aether chuckles as he works to open the buttons of his shirt. Swiss nods before doing the same to his own shirt. Both of them discard their tops, however, while Aether moves on to work on his belt, Swiss is too eager to get started.

Swiss places his hands on your thighs and spreads you open a little more as he shuffles closer. You gasp when a finger runs up your soaked slit. Swiss rubs soothing circles on your thigh with his other hand as he pushes his finger in. A groan escapes him when he feels how warm and tight you are. His cock strains against his trousers and now he wishes he would have taken the time to remove them.

As Swiss continues to pump his finger into you, Aether rests a hand on your cheek, drawing your attention away from Swiss.

“Feel good?” Aether asks as he gently strokes your face. You let out a moan in response as your eyes wander over his now naked body. The sight of his broad chest and muscular thighs has your pulse racing. You reach out your hand to touch his thigh, causing the large ghoul to shutter a little. You can’t help but admire his erect member as it hangs just a foot or so away from your face. You knew that Swiss was packing from your previous rendezvous with him, so why would you expect any less from the other ghouls?

Swiss feels that you aren’t paying enough attention to him so he slips a second finger into your core, feeling no resistance due to just how wet you are. A little squeal escapes you as he begins to scissor you open. The mutli ghoul smiles at the reaction, feeling a little proud of himself. You hands claw at the couch cushions as you scrabble to find something with which you can ground yourself.

Aether kneels down on the couch beside you and leans down to place a kiss to your lips. As his warm tongue explores your mouth, his hand makes its way to one of your pebbled nipples. You moan into his mouth as you feel him start to toy with it, pinching a little. Aether moves from your lips to focus his efforts on your jaw and neck, placing little nips and kisses all the way down to your collar bones. The two ghouls have managed to reduce you to a moaning mess in a matter of a few minutes. Your eyes roll back in your head as Swiss adds a third finger, he has your slick dripping out onto the couch below you.

You wrap your fingers around Aether’s length and give him a few gentle tugs, earning you some delicious groans. You consider taking him in your mouth but he isn’t quite close enough for that, so you settle on running the tip of your thumb over the sensitive head of his member.

“Aw fuck,” Aether grunts as another drop of precum drips from his cock. Aether moves his hand down so that he can show some attention to your clit. As your core begins drawing tighter, you know you are getting close to your orgasm. Upon opening your eyes, you look down to see a sinful display of the ghouls playing with you. A mewl of pleasure escapes your lips as a warning that you are about to cum.

“Cum for us,” Swiss purrs as he speeds up his fingers. This is all it takes for your orgasm to peak. You open your mouth to scream but no sound leaves you. You can feel your legs trembling one Swiss’s shoulders. Aether and Swiss continue to work you through the orgasm, but just as you are beginning to come down, Swiss adds a fourth finger. He has you cumming again. He continues to pump his fingers into you as your slick gushes out over his hand. The intensity of it is almost painful and you whimper a little in response.

Swiss pulls his fingers out of you before sticking them in his own mouth, lapping off any of your juices.

“You did so well for us,” Aether praises as he rubs your stomach lightly. You allow yourself to bask in his words as you remain floating in post orgasm bliss, only to be brought out of this state when you suddenly feel the couch moving underneath you. Aether lays the back of the couch down so that it makes a flat surface.

“This couch folds into a bed?” you question as your eyes flicker between the ghouls.

“Yep,” Swiss replies as he squirts a small amount of lube out onto his fingertips. You have no idea where he got it, so you just assume he brought it with him. He warms the gel up by rubbing his fingers together. When he notices you staring he throws you once of his show stopping smiles.

“Do all the practice rooms have sofa beds in them?”

“Nope, just this one,” Swiss grins. SO that’s why he wanted to meet in this particular practice room.

Aether offer you a hand to help you stand up off the couch. He then spreads out a blanket over the now flat surface before taking a seat.

“I want you to get on top of me,” Aether explains as he lays back so that his torso is resting against the sofa while his feet are still planted firmly on the floor.

“Okay,” you utter, your legs are a little shaky but you manage to position yourself so that you are straddling the large ghouls hips, facing him.

“How do you feel about warming my cock as Swiss opens you up?” Aether asks with a cheeky grin. You nod eagerly as you feel one of his hands being placed on your waist. With the other, he positions himself at your entrance. A moan escapes both of you when he enters. There is a slight stretch, but nothing too bad given that you had taken four of Swiss’ fingers and you already had two orgasms already. A rumbling growl sounds from Aether as he slowly sinks you down onto his cock.

You’re still so tight and oh so warm, you kind of remind him of a certain fire ghoul. He gives the both of you a moment to adjust.

“Lay down,” Aether instructs. You obey and prop yourself up on your elbows so that your chest hovers just slightly above his. He notices your hesitation to lay your full weight on him, so he just grabs your wrists and gives you no choice. You let out a little ‘oof’ as you land on his broad chest. You shoot him a little glare, he gives you a cheeky smile and a little shrug in response.

You lay your head against Aether as you catch your breath, you can feel your slick dripping down onto him. Aether reaches down and spreads your cheeks a little wider, giving Swiss quite the view. Swiss whistles as he moves closer.

“You ready for me to get you opened up?” Swiss questions with a grin.

“Oh yes,” you respond. You then feel one of Swiss’s lubed up fingers circle your rim before pushing inside you. You had tried anal before, so that part wasn’t new, but the fact that you currently had Aether’s cock filling your pussy, that was new.

“Fuck,” Swiss whispers under his breath. As he slowly began to stretch you out, you clenched down on Aether, earning a whine from the large ghoul. He gives the top of your head a kiss and praises you.

Swiss slips another finger in and begins a scissoring motion. Your nails dig into Aether’s biceps and you moan, trying to stay as relaxed as possible. Swiss spends a couple more minutes working you open before adding a third finger.

“Aw fuck, Swiss,” you moan as you press back into his fingers. Aether can hardly contain himself as he feels your walls fluttering around him. You can feel Aether’s grip tighten before he gives a little involuntary buck.

“Easy there Aether,” Swiss chuckles before patting the side of Aether’s thigh.

“Now you think you’re ready for both of us?” Swiss questions as he removes his fingers from your ass before wiping the excess lube off.

“Yes, please fuck my ass, Swiss. I wanna feel the both of you,” you beg, wriggling your hips a little. Both ghoul’s let out a little growl at the sound of your words. They have been patience in prepping you and now they are ready for their treat.

Swiss grabs the bottle of lube and squirts some into his hand before applying it to his member. A soft moan escapes his lips at the feeling of his neglected cock finally receiving some attention. He positions himself at your rear entrance and looks to you before continuing. You give him a nod to show that you are ready.

You can feel your rim stretching to accommodate the ghoul as he slowly pushes himself in. His nails dig into your waist and you know there will be bruises tomorrow. Swiss groans at the feeling of your tight walls surrounding him. However, it all suddenly becomes a little overwhelming and you clench around him, causing him to stop.

“Relax,” he instructs as he gently rubs your head in an attempt to sooth you. After a couple of deep breaths, you feel your muscles starting to relax one more. The sound of Aether’s heartbeat helps with the process.

“Good,” Swiss praises as he begins to push in once more.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper as you feel Swiss bottom out. He takes a minute to steady himself and allow you to adjust to the feeling.

“You doing okay, Luv?” Aether asks as he rubs his hand on your back. The feeling of both of them filling you is intense but you don’t want to stop now.

“Yeah,” you reply in a breathy voice,” just… just give me a minute.”

“Take your time. We’re not going anywhere,” Swiss smiles.

Swiss leans down to capture Aether’s lips while they wait for you to adjust. The wet sound their tongues make as they taste each other causes your arousal to spike. You moan a little, letting Swiss know you are close to being ready. Swiss pulls away to give you a kiss.

“Okay,” you state. Both ghouls nod to each other before beginning. Swiss is the first to start moving, he slowly pulls out half way before pushing back in, easing you into it. Your nails dig into Aether’s shoulders as you try to keep yourself from sliding around too much.

Before long, Aether begins moving as well, each thrust feels your pussy completely. They set a rhythm so that one of them is inside you after the other has pulled out, ensuring that you are never empty. You are totally and utterly fucked dumb at this point. You know you’re probably drooling on Aether’s chest but you don’t care.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeat as pleasure shoots through your body. The moans and groans of the two ghouls echo within the wall of the practice room. Aether grabs one of your thighs and pulls it up, opening you up a little more. Each thrust sends you hurtling closer to your peak.

Knowing you won't last long, you begin to clench around the ghouls in an attempt to help them reach their highs. The set rhythm begins to falter as you feel Swiss speed up his thrusts.

When they both thrust in at the same time, you orgasm with a cry of pleasure. Jolts of arousal shoot through your body causing you to feel as though you are going to black out. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming. Aether groans but his voice seems so far away. Your walls flutter around them as your orgasm consumes every part of your body.

“Oh fuck,” Aether groans when he feels a gush of wetness soak his cock. Your nails dig into his arms as you cry out the ghoul’s names and you would have been embarrassed if your mind wasn’t fuzzy from pleasure.

“Holy shit, that’s hot!” Swiss grunts as he feels his orgasm rushing towards him. The slap of his hips hitting the backs of your thighs echo throughout the room. You can feel his fingers tighten around your waist and you know he’s about to cum.

“Fuck,” Swiss hisses as you feel the first ropes of his cum coat your insides. Aether follows closely behind and orgasms with a growl. They both continue to fuck their cum into you until they’re sure they’re spent. Swiss collapses on your back and the three of you remain in a sweaty pile while you catch your breath.

“Alright, get off,” Aether grunts as he pushes Swiss off of you. You feel some of his cum leak out of your rear when he pulls out. As you make an attempt to get off of Aether he pulls you back down.

“You stay,” Aether purrs as he pulls out of you. He shifts you up so that your head can lay in the crook of his neck and you hear Swiss begin to chuckle beside you.

“What’s so funny?” Aether huffs, a little annoyed that Swiss is ruining the peaceful moment.

“Nothing, I just wish we had caught all of that on camera,” Swiss explains as he sits up.

“Hmmm,” Aether grumbles as Swiss begins lightly tracing a finger over your back,” I guess we'll just have to do this again sometime.”

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I hope you enjoyed this purely self indulgent fic. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciate. Feel free to reach out if you have a fic idea or just want to say hello.

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#the band ghost #the band ghost fic #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul x reader x rain #swiss ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #the majesty of Aether's forearms #Swiss' smile got me in a choke hold

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Bruh the fact that anon still sent that ask about C.AI even after you'd made your stance on AI perfectly clear? Wildly entitled behaviour in the askbox today omfg. It just saddens me so much that the ART of writing has been reduced down to nothing more than "content" people "deserve" to be given for free precisely when they want it. That people think they have a right to an author's ideas and thoughts and creations rather than simply appreciating how kind it is for someone to be sharing these things with us. I'm so sorry that you and many of the other creators on here have to put up with such horribly entitled people.

I don't want to keep harping on the ai discourse, but it's very disheartening to see this trend of using ai to replace artists. I think I've mentioned before but I tried using the c/ai thing for about 2 days before I started this blog and it was just not good. The ai can't contribute new ideas to a story, it can't remember what's already been said, it can't riff, I found no redeeming qualities to its abilities. All in all it left me going, "Fuck this I can do a better job just writing fic" when I hadn't written fic in 4 years.

I think there's an aspect of entitlement, but I think there's also an aspect of just... never having experienced the real thing. I view a lot of the c/ai shit as tiktok teens who have never role played before giving it a try with the worst possible partner. The people that really fight against the anti-ai crowd are people that just don't appreciate the effort that goes into art, and don't see art as anything but a consumable. It feels a lot like the 1984 "book machine" that just churned out slop for the mass market consumer and was run by people who didn't even read.

Idk I think being an anti-recast BJD collector, I see a lot of the same arguments for ai that I've heard about recasts and it always boils down to "well I want it now and my desires should come first" which just.... grow up. Interact with human people I am begging you.

Anyway this is all over the place, but yeah it's in my pinned now right up top that I hate ai. Please don't send me pro-ai asks I am just gonna start blocking.

#ghoul speaks #anti-ai #anti ai

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snowysakusa · 8 months

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Here's a sakuatsu fic rec <3

These are some of my fav fics with some probably useless commentary:

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (syailendra) 11.4k; annoyances to annoyances with benefits to lovers, pining atsumu, getting together; social media

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?” (In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

first sakuatsu i read and it was BANGERRRR!!! the tension??? the entire situation??? :chefskiss:

Terminal Curiosity Series (9 Parts atm) by favspacetwink, moonlumie 126.4k; BDSM, various kinks, post-time skip

SakuAtsu BDSM AU featuring Experienced Dom Sakusa and Kink Newbie Atsumu. Post-time skip & loosely canon compliant.

thIIS WAS- A RIDE. THE CHARACTERIZATION??? ON POINT. CHARACTER DEVELEPMENT?? POINT. THE PACE?????? SO GOOD, EVERYTHING AROUND THIS??? PERFECT. THE- RELATIONSHIP GROWTH? AMAZING. this truly IS ONE OF MY FAVES

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle 91.2k ; yakuza!au, murder, blood and gore, ptsd, slowburn, bg sunaosa

Atsumu has a long history of pissing people off, but this time he’s gone too far. Someone wants him dead, and although he doesn’t know who or why, it becomes clear very quickly that both he and Osamu are in danger. After a couple of close calls, Kita - the Kumicho of Inarizaki - decides it’s not safe for the two of them to stay in Hyogo; not until he finds out who placed the hit and eliminates them. Atsumu reluctantly finds himself in Tokyo, taken in by a yakuza group that’s nothing like Inarizaki. The Black Jackals are a different breed, more lethal than he’s used to, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the worst of them all. Of course that’s who Atsumu gets stuck with, and he and Sakusa are in constant competition for who hates each other more. Tokyo should be a safe haven but between Atsumu’s bloody new assignments, the lingering threat on his life, and all the days trapped with Sakusa, Atsumu isn’t sure he’ll make it out of Tokyo alive.

TOOK ME TOO LONG TO GET TO THIS FIC!!!! EVERYTHING WAS AMAZING?! LIKE THE PACE? PERFECT, THE CHARACTERS? PERFECT? THE WRITING??? AMAZING HOW THE FUCJ IS THIS SO GOOD. fucjing loved every second of it, ate this shit up so quickly too. the pace wqa srsly astonishing, like it was so good, there were no filler scenes everything made sense, evRYTHING FIT THE IN! deathbelle fucking slayed w this one holy shit. and their relationship developed so well, didnt seemed forced, didnt seemed too much, it was just fucking right. amazing. loved this

People Will Say We're In Love by tirralirra 9.5k; fluff, social media, post-time skip, humor, getting together

“Saku...Atsu? What does that even mean?” Atsumu says, squinting at the device. . . . . People seem to think that Sakusa and Atsumu are in love, so they come up with a list of things to do to deter that. Maybe it would work...if they weren’t in love.

LOVED ITTTTTT

but we're not, like, in love by goshkiki 17.3k; getting together, sharing a room, fluff and smut, domesticity, crack, fwb

Neither Kiyoomi nor Atsumu are strangers to casual sex. The reason for that is “a lack of emotional capacity,” as Kiyoomi would say, and Atsumu is “just really horny”. They sometimes meet in the hallways when they pull their victims behind them, heated gazes clashing in the space between them. That they end up sleeping with each other at some point is an inevitability, and so is the rest. They just take a while to realize it. Featuring the complications of room assignments, unintentional domesticity and a lot of mutual dumbassery. Also, the bone-deep exasperation of an entire volleyball team.

BRUH-bRUHHHH AAAAAAAAA THEY'RE SO FUCKING DUMB BUT I LOVE THEM AASSNDNDMDKFKDKVV

Versus by Anonymous [ABANDONED] 30.7K; canon compliance, casual sex, pwp, explicit sexual content

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I’m a decent kisser?” "Oh, I’m totally happy to accept you bein’ decent,” says Atsumu, obligingly. “As long as we both agree that I’d be better.” Pausing, Sakusa turns to face him, something combative entering his narrowed eyes. “I never said I agree to that.” It's a terrible formula, when you think about it. Miya Atsumu, proud and competitive; Sakusa Kiyoomi, who can't bear to leave things half-finished; and the all-important question of who's better in bed.

abandoned... 😭 BUT SO GOOD, THE DYNAMICS ARE PERFECT

liminal spaces by hatsuna 25.9k; canon compliant, post-time skip, getting together, pining

"Fuck you, Atsumu thinks, pointing at the pixelated Sakusa in the team photo on his bedside table." It’s easier than you’d think to ignore loving your teammate.

this was ... idk but so pretty?? the slowburn was amazing. this is rly gold

again, like this by noodletastic 55.7k; canon divergence, fwb, slow burn, explicit sexual content, pwp, bj, hj, praise kink, minor angst

“I’m pissed off because we lost, and we should have won.” Sakusa's staring at him again with those stupid black eyes that give away absolutely nothing. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I know the feelin’.” “And I just want-” Suddenly, Sakusa looks as frustrated as Atsumu has felt all fucking day. “I want to break something.” “Yeah,” Atsumu says, and it comes out like a sigh. “I wanna- I wanna practice serves until my hand's numb.” “Until my fingers cramp.” “Until my fingers break.” “I want-” Sakusa stops, swallowing thickly. “I want to forget about it.” --- or: when nationals don't go their way in their third year, atsumu and sakusa distract themselves with each other. and it keeps happening.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA love their dynamic. i just- cry

Bedside Manner by DeathBelle 7.2k; doctor!sakusa, hospital!au, happy ending

Sakusa has been a doctor for three years and he’s long since fallen into a routine. He diagnoses a patient, treats them, and moves on to the next. He doesn’t linger and he certainly doesn’t build any lasting connections. There’s no time for that in his line of work. Miya Atsumu, his new appendicitis patient, seems determined to make a lasting impression.

docTOR SAKUSA KIYOOMI PLS----- THIS- THIS IS SO GOOD!! top fav fics for me omg.... i want moreeee

like a kiss by bastigod 2.8k; soulmate!au, soulmate identifying marks, sakuatsu week

"Hypothetically speakin'…" Atsumu refused to meet Bokuto's eyes as he spoke. There was no higher power in this world or the next that willed him to look at the smug grin about to spread across Bokuto's face. "Is it possible for someone ta just never get a mark?"

its just fucking cute

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus 19.7k; college!au- they're teachers, atsumu is a microbiologist, kiyoomi's a surgeon, light angst, fights

“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far. “If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.” If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.

SO FUCKING GOOD?#?€?(€(€(_

we call everything on the ice, "love" series by awkwardedgeworth 27.9k; ice skating au; ice dancing specificially; childhood friends au?; fluff and angst; happy ending; social media; minor injuries

(summary for Notte Stellata, the first installment of this series) "Your partner doesn't need to hold anyone's hand other than yours," Sakusa's father crouches, "And you can wear gloves." Sakusa ponders. He hears the other skaters of rink two whiz past as they launch themselves into lifts. "Alright," He looks up from the ice, not knowing how he'll dedicate the next couple of decades to this sport, this partnership, this boy.

SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!! trsut me, i know i've said this a lot buT TRUST ME

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials 8.4k; getting together, author did not use sakusa as comedy relief, canon compliant

sPOILERS in red and crossed out

I thought abt where to put this fic and ended up choosing fav because this was so pretty. we dont get an official relationship in the end, only a confession of sorts and even tho i kind of wanted more, i get it??? why they stopped where they did. the entire story is just pretty as fuck, atsumu is an already made character for the most part, we see kiyoomi's character develop in front of us and its rly good. the way the author wrote this- i- its so pretty. i like to believe that after the end, they probs kept with the late meetings where sakusa fixes atsumu's fingers and then eventually, gradually (just like we saw in the fic) they kept growing closer and get tgether eventually. i also like to believe, sakusa is good for atsumu and vice-versa. atsumu isnt as anxious anymore, he doesnt hurt himself as much, etc... growth i guess.

i just thought it was really beautiful and kinda poetic

Sakusa Kiyoomi Is Gay by kitcassia (omii) 7.2k; post-time skip, fluff and humor, awkward crush, tinder, MSBY

The pros and cons of swiping right on your very attractive teammate.

THIS WAS SO GOOD TF!?!? AAAAAA

frankenstein's monster by starbeyy 83.6k; enemies to lovers, post-time timeskip, obsessive-compulsive disorder, falling in love, angst, fluff, slowburn

When Miya Atsumu gets off on the wrong foot with a certain Sakusa Kiyoomi on the first day of practice for MSBY Black Jackals, he vows to avoid the stuck-up spiker as much as he can, even while on the same volleyball team. And it would've been a good plan--if Atsumu didn't meet Sakusa again at group therapy that very night.

THIS fucking masterpiece- the way they wrote abt their OCD's and its just so well done, character development 10/10, the slowburn :muuwaahh:, again the acCURACY ON THE PORTRAYING OF THE OCD's holy shit man... this is so good. i cried, multiple times- :chefskiss: AND THE ENDING???? PERFECT

re: chat by aalphard 11.9k; canon divergence, fluff and humor, ,office!au, attachments!au, flirting

He likes Miya Atsumu in everything he is, from the dorky emails to the way he looks, from the childish giggles to the soft, muffled laughs when Kiyoomi attempts to joke back. Yeah, no, that was terrible… Kiyoomi smiles at his computer screen. And then he tries to gulp it down, pressing his lips against each other so hard they’re white, his nails digging into his thighs, his eyes almost bulging out because oh, fuck of all fucks. He probably likes Miya Atsumu way too much, doesn’t he? or: kiyoomi hates the fact that his new cybersecurity job involves reading other people’s emails. that is, of course, until miya atsumu shows up.

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS THE MOST WHOLESOME FIC EVER, HAD A SMILE ON MY FACE TEH ENTURE TIME. IT WAS SO CUTEEEEE BEST FLUFF EVER aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

livestream by sketchedsmiles 14.1k; college!au, fluff, getting together

Sakusa is used to attention. As a full-time student and a part-time streamer, his videos of gameplay garner thousands of views on a daily basis. Still, nothing can prepare him for what it's like to have the attention of Miya Atsumu. Atsumu is many things: chatty, endearing, earnest. But he's more observant than most give him credit for. And he might be the only person who reminds Sakusa to take care of himself.

THIS WAS SO CUTEEE

I'll keep adding more when i have more time!

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