#he is trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty

[pinktrashgoblin]

Lycan canonically eats dirt so this happened naturally

Hell’s Kitchen but it’s just him bullying blix over not knowing how to prepare dirt to his standards

#jsab #just shapes and beats #jsab art #jsab au #art #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #oh no #fan art #jsab blixer #jsab lycanthropy #sillies #i love them #they are so silly #goofy ah mfs #he does not want to be here #Blix is being held against his will #he is trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty

[lonelysa1lor]

The Roses of Heliogabalus but Its Barnabas Bennett

#he keeps trying to contact you to ask about your cars extended warranty #cmon jonah answer ur phone pls #tma #barnabas bennett #MAG 92 #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanart #tma fanart #rolling back into the TMA Fandom like a shady uncle showing up to the family gathering #the lonely #tma podcast #the magnus pod #my art

[muren-art]

He's been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty

#is that joke still relevant #michael distortion #the distortion #the magnus archives #tma #fanart

[neoarchipelago]

Hello, I don't know if you're taking requests but I loved your bunny and werewolf price fic. Could you maybe do werewolf könig and bunny reader? 👉🏾👈🏾 I'd love you forever. Thank you!

A/N: I'm just... Going to... Scouch over here.. shh...We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty... JK, loved writing this. As always this was supposed to be a simple one shot but my mind keeps trying to write full fucking series so this is long... My bad. Did not proof read, too excited to share it with you

Warnings: ADULT CONTENT 18+ KONIGXF!READER , SEX WITH WEREWOLF, BLOOD, GORE.

Kinda Sub!Konig, cuz the thought of a whiny whimpering mess of this man is just... Damn...

Sleep token - Alkaline

I know I am what I am, the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb.

Konig integration to squad 141 had been quite stressful. As a lone wolf, entering a team, entirely constituted by a pack of wolves, he had been anxious. Fortunately, Price and the others had been kind, and after the first few days of weariness, especially from Ghost who clawed to his mate Soap like a demon hungry for a soul, he had settled in. When he realized Konig had no interest in him, he had calmed down, though Konig tried to remain a good few steps away from Soap through discussions. 

So after six months, Konig could say he was part of the team. He felt quite at home. Price as the leader of the group seemed to put him at ease, his usual lone wolf demeanor kept in check. He had been thrilled to see that Price had found a mate, after coming back from a long solo mission. Konig had remained respectfully away as well, making sure that the remaining mating frenzy of Price wouldn't overspill. 

No, what he hadn't expected, was that with her being part of the pack, she'd introduce you. A dear friend who just transferred from another base. They sat in the common room, everyone laughing and eating snacks. 

Konig sat beside you, the big man towering you. You threw a few glances at him once in a while, glances that he could feel on him. He tried to glance at you once in a while too. He was having a hard time focusing on the current conversation. You… smelt so sweet. He wondered how you'd taste- Konig's eyes widened. No! What was that? 

"Konig?" Price called. 

Konig snapped his head towards the captain, blinking. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, a glint of something in his eyes. 

"Ah, ja! I'm alright" he quickly answered, German accent tainting his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward laugh past his lips. 

That had been the first distraction. After a good week of settling in, where he had watched from far away, sniffing a few times your scent that made him want to pop out his tail and frantically wag it. So he had tried to simply step back. He was acting like a pup in rut, and it simply wouldn't do. 

He walked into the empty common area as he closed his eyes and sighed. It took a fraction of a second to have your delicious scent ensnare him. He immediately looked at you as you sat on one of the couches, book in hand. You had glanced up and he nodded curtly at you before going to grab a cold drink from the fridge. 

"Konig?" 

He froze, eyes staring inside of the open fridge. You had called him. By his name. His ears almost popped out at the sound of you standing from the couch and stepping closer to him. He immediately straightened himself once he could feel you close enough. You looked up at him, arms crossed. 

"Konig…" you repeated. 

"Yes liebling?" He blushed under his hood at the pet name that had rushed through his mouth quicker than through his brain. 

"I.. why…" you tried to find your words. He closed the fridge, fully turning to you. "Did I do something wrong?" 

He blinked. 

"Bitte?" You frowned, confused at the foreign language. 

"Hum.." 

He noticed. Chuckling a bit. 

"I.. you didn't do anything…" he answered finally. 

"But. You've been avoiding me… is it… that you don't like me?" You tried again. 

His beautiful blue eyes widened. How could he possibly tell you that he was avoiding you because your scent made him want to cuddle with you as you pet him. 

"N..no… I'm sorry. I've been… distracted. You're okay.." he reassured. 

You seemed to relax, throwing a soft smile at him before turning back towards the couch. He watched closely how you rolled into yourself, your legs underneath you and you picked up your book. He had a hard time thinking. The lingering scent of you, the sight of you adorably sitting on the couch. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. He picked up a cold drink before taking a long sip. 

So, after that. He went back to talking to you. He'd love to walk beside you, watching your small frame by his side as your voice blessed his ears. Oh god he loved it. It quickly became obvious that you two were close. Sometimes you'd even slip into his dorm to watch a movie with him or simply read on his bed as he worked on a report. It felt odd to watch him, sweatpants and t-shirt. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away, embarrassed. 

After a good two months you were almost inseparable. If someone needed one of you they knew they'd simply had to find the other. Konig had grown fond of you. You had both gotten more touchy. You'd hug him often and cuddle while watching movies. You had fallen asleep in his arms a few times in his bed, Price scolding the both of you, calling you both an HR nightmare. It didn't stop you from sneaking into his room. Konig had first been hesitant, refusing to put you in trouble but nothing a little nuzzling couldn't convince. 

The first time you had popped out your black dotted ears and fluffy white tail Konig had almost looked at you through a trance. 

"K-konig?" You worried. His pupils had dilated as he watched closely your ears twitch. His eyes quickly wrinkled, a huge smile forming underneath the hood as he begged to touch them and pet them. You had complied and he had absolutely been addicted to the softness and smallness. It made you giggle. You often found yourself letting them show as much as you could in the privacy of his dorm. 

Him, however, it had been a slip of control. You were both on the bed, a movie on the background as you wrestled for the last chocolate bar. He could easily take it, but he found the way your small hands touched him and his large ones roamed your body was too tempting. He has ended in between your legs, hovering you as he tickled you, your laughter filling his ears. You had started kicking away, trying to turn and roll away, but in a synchronized movement your hips and his met, his obvious large member grinding against your clit perfecty. 

A startled moan had escaped your lips. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth as you looked up at the mountain of a man with wide eyes. You were both frozen, eyes staring into each other's, just your quickened breaths. You had blinked before realizing two things poking at his hood. You had relaxed, curiosity taking control as one of your hands rested flat on your chest and the other reached up. 

It had the effect of a cold shower for Konig as he instinctively grabbed your wrist before your fingers could think of the touch. You had yelped from the strength of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously, red shine in them, something rare even for a werewolf. He eyed you like a prey before rolling his hips against you again, making you whine before biting your lip. 

"Konig…" you called. 

It seemed to make things worse as he rolled his hips again, grinding slightly now, is cock only hardening. Your legs tightened around his waist as you tried not to moan. No.. he had to snap out of it. You felt the fur of his tail at your feet. 

"K..Konig, snap out of it!" You called, louder. 

His tail wagged at the sound of your voice. You weren't exactly scared. God you even felt the way your body warmed under his touch, your cunt growing wetter under his grip and the grinding. 

"Konig!" Your voice rang louder. 

This time, a growl that resembled a roar echoed in the hallway, making Konig blink. His eyes had immediately fallen back into their beautiful blue as he looked shocked by his own actions. He let go of you as if your skin was burning magma. Abruptly stood to take various steps back. 

"es tut mir wirklich leid…" he quickly spoke before exiting his room in a hurry. The smell of Price in the hallway was strong as you closed your eyes. 

Konig was furious at himself for letting himself lose control so much. He had scared you, he was sure. Price scolded him, growling in his voice that showed dominance, trying to reason with Konig. He had decided to avoid you for a while until a mission fell on the table. Fortunately you both knew that you could remain professional. Talking to each other for nothing more than missions briefings and gear Control. 

It was hell for him. And unbestowed to him, it was also hell for you. You wanted to reassure him that it was ok. He hadn't hurt you or scared you. That deep down you kinda wanted it too. It was simply… too soon. Perhaps the fact that you both avoided gazes and voices was what created the upcoming chaos. 

The battlefield was a dangerous place, but you were both used to it. No. What was not usual was how much Konig had his mind set on you. He kept gazing at you, making sure you were ok. It wasn't exactly compromising the mission. It was simply making his beast claw at the iron bars of its cage. 

"Konig, focus!" Ghost hissed at him. 

Konig frowned before turning his head forwards. Yes. He had to focus. Until you found yourselves in an empty building, just him and you. Until that enemy jumped on you, combat knife in hand, so close to your throat. It was pure instinct, sheer force that rushed through him. He had turned in a flash, throwing the man across the room. When the man's team arrived he lunged at them, claws and teeth ripping through skin and flesh. When every single one of them laid as corpses on the floor you gently spoke. 

"Konig… it's over." You called out. 

He had turned to you, remaining far away. He looked terrifying. Blood coating his maw and claws. Splatter tainting his fur. Your strong, frightening beast. You had raised your hands towards him to invite him closer to you as you still sat on the ground. He had closed the space to you, wrapping you in his arms as he lifted you into his lap. His deep low growl was constant, fear and rage making his heart pound in his ears. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, red irises fixated on you. 

His head had lowered to your neck where little droplets of blood lingered from the enemy's blade. Long licks against the wound made you shiver. 

"Konig.. I'm ok.. it's nothing, I promi- ah~" the end of your sentence was lost in a moan as he nibbled softly. A shock of electricity ran through your nervous system. He was so close. So close to marking you. 

"K..Konig…" 

He was lost again. But this was the fear of losing you. His mind wasn't set on marking you, you knew it. But that's all you had in mind. And you needed to hide it from him.

Thankfully the team arrived quickly after, founding the big beast holding you close in the middle of a massacre. Price had to coax him out into letting you go as you promised him you'd stay by his side for the rest of the time. You had the Intel in any way, all you needed was to evac. He had turned back but his eyes were still red, fangs still poking out. You had never left his side as Price and the team constantly kept an eye on him. 

Returning from the mission, Konig had been presented in front of Price and Laswell. He had been suspended for a few weeks, which he completely understood. He had remained with price after Laswell left. 

"I know you're close to her. But is there something more?" Price asked. 

Konig didn't answer, simply staring at the pen on Price's desk. 

"Konig." He called firmly. "Are you imprinting on her?" . 

Konig swallowed. Was he? No… he couldn't. You deserved better. So much better than just a monstrous beast like him. 

"It doesn't matter… I'm going to step back." Konig mumbled. 

Price sighed loudly. 

"If you imprinted on her, walking away isn't going to help at all." Price reminded. 

"I know. But as long as she's not imprinted on me, I'll be fine staying away." 

Price shook his head but the conversation ended. Konig had gotten up and left the base an hour later. 

You were furious when you saw him from across the bar. It had been two weeks. No text, no calls, no nothing. You finally fell eye to eye in the middle of a team's night out. You had watched him stand from the booth when the boys walked towards it. You had stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. You headed for the bar instead, sitting on a stool. 

Price had noticed the hurt in Konig's eyes immediately. He wanted to smack the large man for being so stubborn. He was scared to hurt you, yes. Price had been scared to hurt his mate too. But sometimes it is so much worse to stay away. 

The night went on as smoothly as it could. Konig kept throwing glances at you at the bar where you sat with Price's mate, your friend. 

"Konig, just go see her mate," Gaz said. 

Konig looked at the men sitting before shaking his head. 

"You're so stubborn." Ghost added. 

"You should listen to them…" Price's mate said as she approached the booth, closer to her man. "Before another tries to mark her…" she finished. 

Konig's head snapped towards where you sat. A boy was talking to you, smaller than him. He was about to stand when Ghost and Price pushed him back down. 

"Calm yourself down." Price's eyes flashed yellow. 

Konig realized his eyes were back to their hunting shade, fangs grazing at his lip. He was losing control again. 

"She's not yours." Ghost added. 

Price glared at Ghost as Konig instantly pushed past the both of them to walk towards you. 

You noticed the chaos arriving from the corner of your eyes. Konig striding towards you as Price and Ghost tried to catch up with him. You could see the red shiny eyes under the hood. Shit…

You took a step back from the man who was trying to find his friend in the same bar. Konig stood next to you in a flash, his hand, a hint of claws, gripping at the back of your shirt. 

"Konig." You warned. 

His bright eyes fell on you. You felt yourself crumble under the predatory gaze. God did you feel warmer all of a second. 

"Sorry.. I… was just looking for…" the boy stuttered. You put your hands on Konig's chest. 

"It's fine. Your friend is in the bathroom, went there a few minutes ago." You told him, the man nodding before walking away. 

You turned to Konig, crossing your arms. 

"What are you doing?" You asked with a frown. 

"Why were you talking with him?" He asked, soft growls behind his words. 

Price and Ghost remained far enough to not listen to you two but close enough to intervene. 

"He asked me a question." You glared. "What's it with you who I talk to anyway?" You snapped. 

"Y/N.." he started. 

"You left. Why do you care?" You snapped again. 

Price shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going. 

Underneath his hood, Konig clenched his jaw. God he wanted to show you. Make you understand how much he cared, how much you meant to him. How unbearable it had been to be away from you, how he only came tonight because he knew you'd be here too. 

"You know what. Whatever. I'm going home captain." You said, grabbing your coat before walking away. 

When you walked through the door, Gaz stood behind Konig. 

"Konig, I swear to God if you don't ask her out I fucking will." 

Konig glares at him before something in his mind clicks. Images of you in someone else's arms, kissing another's lips. Letting another's cock- 

He rushed past the boys, hoping to catch up to you. As soon as the air of the night hit him he looked around, seeing you on your phone, probably calling for a cab. He walked to his car, jumping inside, speeding to stop in front of you with a screech. 

"Get in the car." He ordered through the open passenger window. 

You frowned, crossing your arms again. You were going to say something, brat at him, but he purposely growled softly. 

"Don't make me step out of the car to bring you in." He warned, German dripping in his voice. 

You swallowed, something about that growl making you shiver delightfully. Konig was a sweetheart. He'd cuddle and pamper you with anything you need, anytime. But this part of him. The one he let out on the battlefield, it made something kneel deep in you. 

You rolled your eyes, pushing the car door open before sitting in. Konig lunged forward grabbing your seat belt and putting it on, tightly pulling on it to make sure it was secure. It made your heart skip a beat. That, and the way he raced away towards your place. 

"Konig. What are you doing?" You scolded again. 

"I'm taking you back to your house." He stated. 

"Why? What if I wanted to go somewhere else?" You crossed your arms. 

He took a deep breath, hand slightly shaking on the steering wheel. 

"We need to talk." He said, keeping his voice steady. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue. 

"I.. Scheiße…" he cursed. 

"Konig. Pull over…" you asked softly. He obeyed, the car coming to a stop, as he killed the engine. 

"I… care. For you." He tried. You felt your heart swell at his words.

"Why did you leave…" you asked in a low voice, hurt lacing the sound. 

"I… was out of control. I got, suspended. I thought that, maybe, walking away would be better. You. Deserve better…" the last words lost in whispers. 

"I wasn't scared." You stated, Konig's head turning to you in shock. "I know you'd never hurt me. Ever." You turned to him with a smile. 

"Never." He growled. 

You smiled. 

"Do you… will you let me… court you… liebling?" He asked, looking away. 

"That's all I want Konig…" you answered, relief washing over you. 

A second later, two things poked under his hood, making you crack a chuckle. 

"Gottverdammt…" he mumbled. 

You chuckled again, leaning towards him. He kept his eyes on you as your hand rose to his head. Your fingertips touched his ears underneath the fabric as they twitched, Konig whining a bit. You smiled, not pushing further. 

"Let's go…" you said softly. 

The thrilling sensation of finally being able to take you out on dates and cuddle with you non stop made Konig giddy. After that night, he went to Price, asking him for advice on how to keep control with you next to him. Price had been a mix of happiness that you two were finally letting yourself go for it, and worried because he knew trouble would be brewing. Something along the lines of a Soap-Ghost, was about to start again. 

You were on cloud nine, it was amazing to be able to have Konig back next to you, finally letting himself show you how much he cared. At first he had refused too much physical contact. After a little while, he started with the small touches, hugs and cuddles. Something Price told him must have made something click in his brain, he was now much more controlled when you spoke. A simple 'stop', even lighthearted, made him freeze and step back. It almost made you miss the beast. 

You'd also spend a lot more time with the group, now taking your rightful place on Konig's lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Price and Ghost still eyeing Konig once in a while. If there's one thing that they noticed, it was the dark looks sent to Gaz when he sat slightly too close to you, or joked around too much. Something about the comment he made in the bar must have stuck to Konig. 

And it was true. Konig felt a ping of jealousy and possessiveness every single time Gaz looked at you or smiled… 

You were oblivious. You hadn't heard the comment. It was probably not true either. Gaz probably said that to make Konig realize how much he needed you, but the words kept circling in mind every time he was in the same room as you. 

And it had poisoned his mind. He'd cling more to you as time passed. He'd find himself nibbling at your neck without even realizing before you called out to him. He noticed the way your cheeks flushed a delightful pink. He tried to stop his painful erection every time. Too soon. He didn't have enough control on his wolf. Not with you. 

In the middle of that mess, you felt safer letting your tail and ears out. Only accentuating his fixation on you. He had also let his ears and tail out a lot more. You were so happy every time and he'd let you pet his ears, making his tail wag. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He'd be your perfect little puppy if that's what you wanted. 

Until it happened. After a very long and annoying two day field training with new recruits, Konig had walked into the common rooms, grumbling. The sweet scent of you immediately relaxing his tense shoulders. When he looked up he froze. The instincts and reaction was on the spot. His eyes flashing red at the scene before him. The way Gaz hovered over your shoulder, looking at the file on your lap. His mouth was so close to your neck. You could probably feel his breath on your skin. 

The growl erupting from his chest wasn't controlled. And it immediately caught your attention and Gaz's one. The boy took a step back immediately, hand raising in the air as surrender. You stood, skipping to Konig. 

"Konig…" you called softly. 

His gloved hand tangled in your hair, pulling softly as he nuzzled your neck, eyes glaring at Gaz. Gaz simply looked away. You decided to avoid the storm brewing by pulling Konig with you into the hallway straight towards his room. Cuddles would help calm him down. The door almost slammed shut behind the two of you. It made you shiver and bite your lip as you turned towards Konig. His hands met your waist, pulling you up before slowly bringing you down on the bed. 

You giggled, watching him pull off his hood. His beautiful face made you warm up. It had been a couple of weeks now that he felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and reveal himself to you. 

"Why was he so close to you… did he touch you?" He growled against the skin of your collarbone. You stifled a moan. 

"Of course not… Konig… he wouldn't dare… he knows I'm yours.." you reassured. 

"Not… fully…" he mumbled. 

You blinked, heat rushing through your body. 

"K-konig…" you stuttered. 

He rose from the bed, pulling you up to sit as he brought you to the edge. You watched in awe as he kneeled in front of you. 

"Bitte liebling…" he whined, hands on your ankle as his teeth grazed the skin of your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the sight, feverish shiver and wetness pooling in between your legs. The bunny in you wanted nothing more than to offer itself to his beast. 

"Let me.. mark you. Bitte…" he looked up, blue begging eyes. "Ich bitte…" 

You inhaled a sharp breath, hand meeting both sides of his face as your thumbs caressed the skin, soft stumble underneath your fingertips.

"Yes…" you whispered in a breath. 

His eyes lit up, red flashing at you as he rose to his feet to pull you back up on the bed again, taking his place in between your legs. 

"Are you sure schatz? I… I'm not… I…" he looked anxious for a second, the fear of losing control and hurting still lingered underneath the scorching need to have you. 

"Yes Konig… you're all I want… I need you to mark me…" you whined. 

His hand hid your eyes, making you gasp. You felt the way he transitioned, claws and fur now tickling your soft skin. It made the bunny react, tail and ears popping out. He removed his hand, letting you see his enormous frame. God he was large in human form, but the sheer size of him as a wolf was terrifying. 

You dropped a soft kiss on his maw, your ears plastering back. He whined, licking at your cheek, jaw, avoiding your neck to go for your collarbone. 

"Can… I..?" He asked, how voice graveled and claws pulling at your clothes. 

"Of course…" you giggled. 

The fabric tore to shreds, as he whined and his tail wagged frantically. You felt yourself burn. The mating frenzy overrides anything else in your mind. He lapped at your skin, traveling to your legs, thighs. He softly bit the plush flesh, not drawing blood but earning a gasp from you. He used his large maw and head to spread your legs, giving him access to your aching core. 

"K..Konig…" you begged. 

He licked softly at your cunt, not applying enough pressure to dip in your folds. 

"Konig!" You scolded, impatient. 

He obeyed, tongue pushing past your lips to lick at your wetness and lapping at your clit. 

The moan of relief and pleasure that escaped your lips made Konig's erection react, cock twitching.

His tongue didn't hesitate pushing at your entrance, making sure to stretch you slightly as you squirm underneath his large hands. He could break you. And the thought made you open your legs wider for him. You were already so close to your orgasm. He could smell it in your scent, feel it in the tremble of your body. His tail wagged happily, the thought of you cumming from his tongue making him feel proud and thrilled. Your hand dived down to his head, grabbing at the fur in between his ears as his ears fell back. He whined, tail now slamming on the bed as he wagged. 

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself so close to the edge. One last long lick made you throw your head back, a loud moan erupting from your throat. 

Konig let out something in between a growl and a whine against your squeezing count that made you jolt through your pleasure. He didn't stop, lapping greedily. You giggled in between moans and gasps. 

He finally stopped, straightening himself to hover over you. He still happily wagged his tail, his ears back as he licked his maw. You blushed and smiled as your hands met the sides of his neck. 

"Good boy…" you let out. 

He whined again, this time grinding his hips forwards as his hardened cock rubbed against your clit. You moaned. He was big. God… so large. He looked down at you, awaiting your orders, trying to hold himself from ravishing you. You rolled your hips against him, the friction making him pant. 

"Bitte schatz… bitte bitte bitte…" he whined. 

You bit your lip, nodding. 

"How… Do you want me?" You asked, unsure of which position would be best. 

"On your tummy…" he growled against your cheek, nuzzling you. 

You giggled again, rolling over. He licked at your back, small bites at your tail and ears before his hand snaked underneath your hips to pull you up to your knees. 

He looked down, his tip at your entrance, making sure to coat himself. He pulled away, opening his maw to let his drool fall on top of his member and your ass, watching it drip down to your entrance as your skin filled with goosebumps. When he finally put himself at your entrance, tip just slowly probing at the entrance he froze, waiting for you. 

"You choose… take your time…" he said, one hand bracing himself, the other on your hip. 

You wiggled your hips, his member in between your folds. When you felt yourself unable to resist any longer, you pushed back slightly, hit tip dipping into you as you gasped closing your eyes. You took your time, small movements forwards and backwards to ease himself into you, each inch only stretching you further. Konig whimpered above you, his hips trying their best to remain still and to not buck into you, his claws ripping at the bedsheets next to your head. You lowered your front, hips up and back arching to take him better. 

He finally bottomed out, you closed eyes, your lungs trying to keep up with your blood flow. When you finally felt yourself adjusted enough, you bucked back into Konig, a whine escaping him. 

"Please… Konig…" you whined as well. 

He struggled to fight himself, hips pulling back slowly before pushing forwards to dive into your drenched pussy again. You could feel how hard he was holding back. 

"Konig… please…" you urged. 

He allowed himself to slam himself slightly harder into you, making you moan loudly. He increased his pace, hips slamming into yours, the bed shaking. His hand underneath your front, right in between your breast, his hand clenching at the sheets right underneath your face. 

"Bite… if .. you need to…" Konig tried through moans and whimpers. His other arms were firmly wrapped underneath your hips so he had better access to you. You could feel yourself clench around him, count filling so full, Tip hitting your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach ready to burst. You glanced to the side, eyes catching a divine view. There in the mirror, you could see you, sprawled forwards on the bed in Konig's strong grip as his hips slammed into yours, his ears back and tail curled against his legs as drool fell from his maw, eyes flashing in between red and blue as he looked drunk from the mating fuck. 

It made you burst, eyes closing shut as you crumbled in his arms, orgasm washing over you again. 

"Oh… good… so verdammt gut…"  he moaned in your ear. 

You felt the tears burn your eyes, overstimulation ensnaring your senses. Your ears barely picked up the sound of a worried Price calling for Konig at the door. Barely picked up on the ear piercing growl Konig produced as an answer. A deadly warning that if one of them dare to enter to interrupt his marking and nearly fucking breeding he'd tear them apart. He was too lost to care. Fuck the rest, it was you. Your scent, your pretty moans of his name, the smell of your salty tears and the way your perfect pussy squeezed him. 

You didn't hear Price ask the rest of the team to evacuate the rest of the building. Cursing that this was the second time this year and Laswell was going to yell. No. The feeling of Konig pounding you mercilessly was making you lose all sense of reality. The next orgasm creeped up on you, almost painful blurring your vision and making your ears ring. Everytime you could feel him wag his tail, almost beeping with joy that you were cumming around his cock, just for him. 

You were drooling yourself, the sound of him whimpering and moaning your name telling you he was close. He was going to mark you, the thought made your pussy clench tightly around him. His hips faltered, pounding your mercilessly. 

"Please… bitte bitte… ich bitte… can I cum… pleasepleaseplease…" he whimpered against your neck. 

You cried out a yes in between hiccups as he slammed roughly into you now. If he wasn't holding you firmly by the waist you wouldn't have kept in place. Your orgasm was nearing, creeping again around the corner as Konig panted loudly, cock burying itself so deep in you, you almost felt him in your belly. You chanted his name, both of you ready to release as he lunged forwards, teeth sinking into your neck painfully as you both came. You felt yourself lose focus, the world spinning around you at the force of your pleasure, only doubled by the marking. 

His hips bucked into you a few more times as he licked at the blood on your neck. You didn't register him pulling you with him to lay on your side. On the way he wrapped a blanket around you, more than him. He cuddled you tightly to him, cock still buried deep inside you. He whispered and mumbled nonsense German in your neck that only made you smile. You felt yourself drift off to sleep as the last thing you heard from Konig roared through your whole body. 

"Mine.." 

 

In the morning you didn't get up. You had tried but your aching muscles and the soreness made you unable to stand. Konig apologized profusely. He had gone back for a few rounds again during the night, having you mewling for him. You were so full of his cum your thighs could feel the stickiness and wetness in between them. You felt like he had gone through the mating and the feeling of breeding you all together. 

He had been absolutely adorable for the entire day, bringing you snacks and drinks, cuddling with you. Price had made sure that everyone avoided the common rooms and dorms, letting the freezing come to a stop while he dealt with angry HR's breathing down his neck. 

But you couldn't care less. As you laid down in konig's arms, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you full of love you couldn't care less about the rest of the world. 

"Konig…" you whispered. 

He hummed happily, eyes squinting. 

"I love you…" you let out in a breath. His eyes widened in shock before he hugged you tighter. 

"Oh liebling… I love you…" 

#fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig hcs #konig cod #konig werewolf #konig #cod modern warfare #cod

[thecuriousquest]

Forgot to put anon on my last request. Excuse me while I jump into a black hole 🕳️ 🚶‍♀️

anyways, Dabi - C - 2 🙃

Body Mods

Hey, anon, can I jump in that black hole with you? Just scooch right up in there. “We’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty.”

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW because of Daddy and crying kink, forced body modifications (tattoos, piercings, dyed hair), slapping, Dabi is an asshole, Dabi calls himself “Daddy”

Prompt Request: “Don’t complain now. You did this to yourself.”

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt List

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It’s understandable, really. The crying. Dabi gets it. But…you’ve just been crying so goddamn much. It’s non stop. Sometimes, you just break in the middle of eating lunch out of nowhere, hugging your knees and rocking back and forth. It’s enough to drive the man to his breaking point.

He’s just so fed up with your uncontrollable sobbing. You’re inconsolable at times even. He has to fucking clap a hand over your mouth or gag you with something until you cry yourself to sleep.

Well, after a month of not knowing what to do, he finally gets an idea. Dabi decides to give you something to really cry about.

While sitting on the bed, Dabi throws a pack of needles and a brown paper bag down on the bed next to you. You look at the contents, wondering what he has planned.

“Alright, I decided if you’re gonna cry all the damn time, might as well be for a real fuckin’ reason.”

“Dabi?”

His hands dig around in the bag for the tattoo gun and some black ink.

“It’s time for some body modifications, doll face. I’d suggest holding still. Move around too much, and things could get ugly.”

A million thoughts run through your mind as you struggle to get away from him. The lunatic pins you down on your stomach. Fear clenches your lungs, forcing you to stay still once you hear the tattoo gun buzz to life.

Okay, don’t move, and it won’t hurt that badly. You squeeze your eyes closed, biting down on your knuckle as he dyes your back with black ink.

“H-how much l-longer?”

He chuckles. “Just stay still, doll. You’re being such a good girl for Daddy.”

It takes all of your energy not to move. Sure, you passed out from the pain in your back a few times, especially since he doesn’t allow you any breaks, but you make sure not to move a centimeter out of pure trepidation.

He finally finishes after three hours of work. You watch him stand up and stretch his hips from having to sit in the same position on top of you for several hours. Then, to your fucking utter disbelief, he starts tattooing your arm. Still, you don’t jerk away from him.

“Wait, Dabi, I really need a break. Please? It feels like you’ve spent hours on my back. I need a break.”

He listens to your desperate plea for mercy and decides that your arms can wait until later if you really need a break. In the meantime, he picks up the pack of needles.

“Fine. Gauges or cartilage?”

Horrified, you verbally fumble for clarification. “I thought we were taking a break?”

“Yeah, from the sleeve, dumbass. Which one do you want? If you don’t pick, I’ll choose for you.”

You sniffle, wiping the snot from your nose with the back of your hand. He’s giving you a choice here, something he didn’t even bother doing with your back. You still don’t know what it looks like, but do you really want to? It’s Dabi after all. He probably branded you with something lewd.

“I guess cartilage?”

OH BOY DID YOU GUESS WRONG! You scream into his face from how pinched your ear feels with a throbbing, burning sensation.

“Quit being such a pussy,” he tells you as he finishes setting the piercing.

He gives your ear on the left side three cartilage studs and a cuff at the top.

“I think you could do with some eyebrow rings and snakebites too.”

You shake your head. “Please, can we just do the eyebrow or my nose?”

“Ah, wanna be like me, huh? Alright.” He kisses you on the cheek. “In a way, it’s kind of like we’re bonding.” He runs the needle through your eyebrow. It doesn’t hurt as bad as your ears did. He begins working on the second piercing right next to it to make two small hoops encircling the end of your left brow. He adds a stud to the end of your right one along with a stud to the outside of your nose.

“Alright, open up.”

It takes you a second to comprehend what he’s asking. “What?”

“Dumbass, open your fucking mouth.”

You see some kind of contraption in his hand, and you don’t like the look of it.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You can’t help the tears welling up in your eyes again.

“I’m piercing your tongue, now come on. Open wide.”

“I don’t want to! I don’t want to do this anymore!”

Dabi smacks your lip with a precise hand. The impact turns your head, forcing the outlaw to grip your chin and make you look at him. “Don’t fucking fight me.”

You beg for him to stop poking you with needles, to stop altering your appearance. He doesn’t listen. In the end, he wins. He always wins. You give in from the beating he delivers, and you let him grab your tongue with the tool. The needle digs into your tongue, and he’s being rather slow about it as opposed to all of the other piercings which were very quick.

As soon as he’s done, you have a tiny silver ball on your tongue, and you regard him with uncertainty.

“Is it all over now?”

“Oh, baby, we’re just getting started.”

———

The villain really wants to live it up a little bit even further, so he goes as far as dying your hair a light blue color to remind him of his fire.

By the time night falls and you look at yourself in front of the mirror, you barely even recognize yourself. Your hair has been bleached and died. Your face and ears are covered with piercings, your cheeks red and raw from rubbing the tears away, from how hard he slapped you several times in a row.

You finally get to look at your back, and you’re surprised by how good the artwork is. It’s a traditional Japanese tiger taking up the entire canvas. Dabi never got around to doing the sleeve, and you’re all too grateful for that. Still, you never asked for this tattoo, you never asked for these piercings, you never asked for your hair to be dyed!

It feels like everything has been taken away from you all over again. You drop to your knees, leaning up against the cabinet, crying into your hands. Shoulder wracking sobs shudder through you, wrapping a hand around your heart and squeezing with every pulse.

“What did you do to me?!”

Dabi crouches down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Unsympathetically, he rasps with a cruel smile, “Don’t complain now. You did this to yourself.”

Incredulously, you move your hands to glare at him, oceans still swimming in your eyes.

“I didn’t…I didn’t want any of these.”

“Yeah, but, since you’ve been cryin’ so much lately, figured I’d at least give you a real reason to boo hoo.”

He wipes a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb, only for another to replace it in its wake.

“Fuck, you look even hotter when you cry now.”

#triggering content #triggering themes #yandere themes #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #dabi boku no hero academia #mha dabi

[isa-ghost]

Hm ok not sure how to write this post but it's a fun thing and I've been wanting to gush about it for weeks. Uhhh

Achievement Unlocked: Finally found something that's pushed me closer to agnostic than atheist??

Basically, I was seeing an obnoxious, totally inexplicable amount of hawks and corvids in my area irl, especially whenever I was stressed. So I asked all my witchy friends about it (one was straight up born into a coven, it's fuckin sick 🤩) and they sent me some stuff those animals symbolize.

And then I asked about what deities/entities they're associated with. They sent me a short list, so I started looking into each one to see if I felt a strong pull to any of them. One of them was Apollo, the Greek God of [A Lot of Cool Shit]. Right away, I clicked with him. The god of truth, prophecy, healing, the arts. It's all stuff that matters a lot to me. I especially found it fascinating he's said to be a protector of the young, and I, a psych major, want to be a therapist of some sort (read: healer) specifically for teenagers. He's also Known for being incredibly bisexual, and even though I'm pan, my sexuality is still a huge part of me. And a lot of other things about him clicked with me too, both big things like my career goal and my identity, and small insignificant things like the fact that he's a Sun God and I'm a Fire Sign. There were way too many coincidences and connections I was making to myself while reading about him to just think nothing of it. Most damning of all, hawks and corvids are said to be his messengers. If that wasn't a "Hello Isa I've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty" moment, I don't know what is. So I said fuck it, I'm gonna give working with him the way my witchy friends work with their deities/entities a try.

It's been like three weeks now? And I haven't done much but I'm really happy about the concept of it all. I see hawks and crows a lot still, especially when I'm stressed or upset (One morning I was getting roadrage omw to school and I shit you not, I watched a hawk land on a street lamp and there was a crow sitting on the very next one. I couldn't help but laugh). I got myself a necklace with a crow on it because I don't really have a space to do formal practice type stuff. And last night I had my wife do a tarot reading for me, and the gist of it was "you have a budding relationship, it's a good thing and it'll help you, nurture it with all the creative freedom you like and be chill about it." Which is basically what I've already been doing.

But my favorite part of this wild ass development is that I realized while reading up on Apollo that my whole life I've thought of or spoke about something and then it either happened or something related to it would suddenly show up in my life right after. I don't believe in ✨️manifesting✨️ and holy shit I'm not calling myself psychic whatsoever, but this weird coincidence thing has been happening to me as long as I can remember and I've been noticing it even more after looking up Apollo, both irl and in my dreams. I think Apollo's dodgeball being my favorite Tumblr meme before this all happened to me is making a comedic amount of sense now.

I'm still pretty skeptical of most religious practices because I just. Am one of those people, I guess. And I had Catholicism shoved down my throat by my dad as a kid, AND I'm queer, so I have a Bad relationship with the concept of religion as it is. But this feels right, and it's fascinating to me, and the idea that these weird happenstances in my life could be a figure that represents several things that make up my core values and my identity trying to get my attention feels really touching. It feels like something wanted my attention so badly, and I've been happier since I gave it a chance.

TLDR: After consulting my witchy friends about some weird shit that keeps happening to me irl, I did some light research and figured out I feel a strong connection to the god Apollo. He represents a lot of things that matter to me and the concept has made me a lot happier recently. And I'm pretty sure he's given me minor dodgeball privileges. I'm finally invested in some form of religious practice, and best of all its one I kinda get to just make my own because it's not an organized one.

So if yall need a dodgeball thrown at something, maybe I got you. 👈🏻👀👈🏻

#yeah i don't even know what to tag this as #a life update? maybe? idk I'm just happy about this and wanted to share #also this development has been rlly funny bc i can't help but picture Apollo as Vax from CR 💀 #I'm considering having my witchy friends help me learn how to communicate with him to ask him if that's okay 😆 #idk if i were Apollo I'd be flattered tbh. Vax is a hot disaster bi with corvid symbolism too #i wonder if Liam did that on purpose bc Vex reminds me of Artemis too. huh. #anyway yeah I'm trying out personal practice stuff :] and it's been going good and I'm enjoying it although I'm still sorta skeptical

[lashysdomain]

Sing me a Song of Scrutiny

Book of Songs Solitude | Sympathy | Success | Scrutiny | Sentiment: Saccharine • Shattered | Severing

The night after Artinos' win has been one of the best he's had in a long time- well, you know, other than ACTUALLY winning. 

Apologies and understanding had been reached the night before, along with the plans for celebration. Arti wanted to let his crew go get a good rest in order to party as hard as they could the next night, with Justya having planned the place and time for everyone.

The past few hours had been spent at a high end bar- one of the few Arti hasn't been kicked out of for his weird requests- and as the evening wound down those still up for it made their way to a bowling alley.

Flopping down in their lanes seating Arti takes a deep breath, combing hands through his curled hair; it’s already lost a lot of its bounce, but with how quickly it usually leaves his straight hair he's happy it's even there at all. Just as he's settling into his rest the harsh buzzing of phone against plastic startles him, his crew glancing back at their boss to make sure he's alright before returning to the game.

Fumbling the phone out of his pocket Arti answers, getting up and walking away to take the call in a more private area to not bother the others.

"Hello?"

"Ah- Good. You're still alive," Arti's heart skips a beat hearing the voice on the other end, putting a hand to his mouth to hide that he's smiling. "I've been trying to contact you about your cars extended warranty."

The violet laughs, leaning against a wall while his hand plays with one of the dying curls. "Yeah? That's all? You okay Isatol?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to check on you since you've been out for so long. I tried to call you a few times earlier but I never got a response, so I got worried."

Oh, right. His phone had rung at the bar an hour into the festivities, but he'd just silenced it. Probably would have been smarter to at least text the person back, oops.

"Ah- Yeah, we were only just getting started... I forgot you don't go to this kinda thing... I'll probably still be here for a few hours."

"Oh.... Alright." Isatol's disappointment is obvious, words briefly catching in Arti's throat at the thought. "Just make sure you come back soon, alright Artinos?"

He stiffens slightly- Isatol always calls him Arti- almost never his full name. Is he that upset? Maybe it has been long enough... Maybe he should go back home.... Isatol asked so nicely, after all....

Wait, but he didn't actually, did he? He didn't ask... Why did he think Isatol had asked him to come home? If anything it sounded like a statement-

The sound of something clicking through the phone snaps Arti out of his momentary brain jumble. "Ah... Y.. Yeah, just a little longer, promise."

Hanging up without a second thought the disoriented feeling the call leaves Arti with brings him back over to his crews lane, slumping back down into his previous seat still looking at his phone on the missed calls screen. Jeez…. One hundred and seventy nine calls? What was Isatol thinking?

"Arti?" Justya's voice startles him, the violet giving her a big silly grin of reassurance but his moirail isn't so easily tricked by the usual idiocy. "Who was that on the phone?"

"Oh uh... It was Isatol.... He was worried because I've been out so long."

"I mean… yeah, we're out celebrating your first win. What'd he think, we'd say hi, do a cheer, and be done?" They roll their eyes, dropping into the seat beside him with a huff. "Clingy much…"

Arti laughs, slinging an arm over his rails shoulders and pulling them close for a half hug. "Yeah yeah.... He's not used to me being out ya know? I'm usually either training or at home.... He tried to call earlier, and didn't get an answer so that's probably part of it..."

"Yeah well he's gonna have to get used to it if he's serious about you," their tone gives way from disdain to annoyance, something Arti's gotten used to hearing when the topic of his mate comes up, "If you start placing high more and more we're going to be in the spotlight, taking on bigger races. You're only going to get busier."

"I'm already busy, silly. He knows most of what I do is always work…. I should probably head back soon though… If I actually play I'm absolutely going to make an idiot out of myself.."

Justya shakes her head, grabbing Arti by the arm to drag him to his feet. "Nuh uh, you're staying and going to look stupid with the rest of us. This is a party for you as much as for us. You're the one behind the wheel."

Whining Arti tries to pull away back to the safety of his seat, lips puckering inward as he thinks of something and struggles to not burst out laughing. "Noooo! You can't do this to me! I'm good with wheels, not balls!"

"I can and will. You're playing at least 1 game." The fact Justya can't contain their own amusement breaks the thin veil keeping his laughter inside, the poor idiot stumbling forward onto the lane, one of the crew shoving a ball into his arms.

Maybe going home can wait for a while.

But he asked so nicely…

#artinos #artinos rp #artinos writing #story songbook #isatol #isatol rp #isatol writing #drabble

[ashtonisvibing]

Chase: Hey Anti!

Anti, slowly turns around and twtiches slightly, tilting his head and staring in silence

Chase: Are you human?

Anti, slowly smiles with big rows of teeth, pointy ear moves, hovers above the floor eyes blacking out, in cheery tone

"I'M SORRY, I can’t answer that right now!"

JHKGFDGXHKJH:IKHCKGL:

oh god this gives me the idea of anti like- speaking through those stupid automated call responses

or like commercials where it's like... "call this number now to...", you know what i'm talking about?

even better if he stitches the words and lines together to try to make complete sentences

but his favorite is menacingly floating to chase while speaking in the most sickeningly sweet voice possible:

"we're calling to contact you about your car's extended warranty"

he's a fucking menace

#ashton is answering #chase brody #antisepticeye #i dunno what prompted you to give me this ask anon #but i thank you fully for it

[nightmaresaskblog]

He's been trying to contact you about your cars extended warranty for quite some time now

#fnaf #fnaf 4 #fnaf nightmare #five nights at freddy's 4 #nightmare fnaf #my art #fnaf 4 nightmare #fnaf fanart

[proxylynn]

See Thru (Need a Friend?): A call to Love.

[TW: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, SLIGHT DEGRADATION]

(Just a silly FriendxLynn fic and my submission for the STNAF @stnaf-vn fanfic contest)

______________________________________________

Days off are the best.

No work or school.

Just all the time to myself and I can use it however the heck I want.

Sleep till 2 pm?

Yeah!

Eat a lunch of a ton of pizza bites?

Hell yeah!

Numb my frazzled mind in endless YouTube videos in bed while gaming?

Why not?!

I've been needing to get the rest of some achievements for a few of my games. Some I could care less about. But when I have 90% done in a game, I can't help being compelled to finish...even if it does take forever sometimes.

The curse of gaming. The endless grind.

This would be more enjoyable if Friend was here.

While he is self-employed and damn good at his job of making stuffed animals/plushies, he is but one man. There's only so much one dude can do when big custom orders come in.

At least we've been keeping in touch. We made this habit a long time ago that we’d call each other to make sure the other was okay if we hadn't heard from one another in a set number of hours. For Friend, he tends to call at some point every day right when I need a positive boost or have forgotten to eat, or need to be told to go to bed. How he knows when I need the reminders I have no clue. The dude just jokes that he just “has a feeling because he knows me so well”.

Depression is a hell of bitch, not that Keagan was any help making that better when he was in my life. Punk ass fuck bastard! What the hell did I ever see in that asshat?! If I ever see him again I will so...!

No...That's the past...He's not here...Good vibes only...Just chill...Call Friend.

Depending on things, I usually call Friend every other day unless he hasn't called like he normally does. It takes a lot for him not to call, like being sick or overloaded by work. So I hope I won't be bothering him by doing this.

I save before shutting the game down and pause the playlist for later, totally gonna keep watching those ripped Unus Annus videos while they are still up till forced removed. God, it's hard to believe it's gonna be two years since then already. Where did the time go?

I leave my living room to venture forth to the bedroom, leaping onto the bed and grabbing my phone from the disheveled mess that is where I sleep. The damn thing slipped between the mattress and frame again. This is what happens when I use it as a backup alarm to wake up to.

With my device rescued from the clutches of its sleepy jail, I get cozy while flipping to my contacts and tapping on the one called #1DorkSupreme. As I wait, listening to the tone of buttons dialing his number, I stare at the shelf on the other end of my room loaded with plushies made by Friend. He makes such cute and cuddly things. He even was able to fix up my old tiger Cuddles that my grandma gave me. Poor thing lost his voice box and some fur with age, yet now he's good as new. Though...something about it feels off now. Can't explain why. All the plushies give off a weird vibe if I'm honest.

The sound of a ring is new to my ears. He usually picks up instantly. Two rings are strangely concerning in a weird way. But thankfully it picks up at the third ring. Things sound a little odd like stuff is being jostled and he trying to catch his breath.

“H-Hey there...Sweetheart. *cough cough* To what do I owe the pleasure of your call~?”

Why do I have the feeling I just interrupted something?

“Hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella bruther amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum chum pal.”

He laughs, that adorable laugh of his is a good sign. Good thing I didn't open with “I'm calling about your car's extended warranty”.

“You doing okay, Friend? I'm not calling at a bad time, am I?”

“No! *cough* N-No. You're fine. Everything's fine.”

“You sure? Seems like ya got yourself a cough there.”

He clears his throat a little.

“Just a bit of dry throat. Nothing a little drink won't fix.”

“Dude. You gotta stay hydrated. I don't want my best bud getting sick.”

He coos a little bit.

“I love it when you're concerned about me. Such a sweetheart.”

“Of course, I'm concerned about you! Who else is gonna make sure you're okay? Who else will I give hugs to? Who else will...”

A low groan on his end shuts me up quick.

Now there's an awkward silence.

Maybe...Maybe that was from something else. Maybe he popped his back just right and it felt good. Surely my messed up mind is jumping the gun thinking he's doing that while on a call with me. Surely.

“L-Lynn? You still there?”

I shake my head clear of such thoughts and resume normalcy.

“Yeah, I'm here. I think there was some interference or something.”

He sighs and gives a small laugh.

“If you want, I can get you a better phone.”

“Nah. I can't impose on you like that.”

“It's not imposing if it's a gift.”

“It's not a gift if you're telling me about it.”

“It is if it's a surprise and you never know when I'll give it to you.”

“Heh...That's what she said.”

I can't help my bad sense of humor sometimes. I blame Friend, he's just as bad as I am and we joke off each other whenever we can. Case in point, he snorts a laugh at that.

“Ah...Beautiful. Have I ever told you how much I love it when you do that?”

“My good sir, you inform me of something you love about me almost every day.”

“And you love it~.”

I can't help the small smirk and blush that gives me.

“Know what I really love? You.”

That gets him to squeeze his phone hard. I know this by the cracking noise such a grip makes.

“...What did you say?”

I sit up and give a little stretch.

“You heard me.”

“Y-You...You l-love me?”

“Love might be too strong. But I do really like you.”

I feel I might have overstepped a line. We've always maintained this teetering balancing act keeping our friendship as just that. Yet there's been times when the line blurs. The intimate touches here and there, the spooning during sleepovers, the lap cuddles...the wet dreams. I've been scared to consider seeing him as anything more than my childhood buddy. But it's gotten hard to keep it that way for me.

“Please...”

He sounds desperate.

“Please tell me you mean it and you're not just teasing me. I...I need you to be honest.”

Okay...I guess there's no going back now.

“Friend...You know me better than anyone on the planet. Would I ever joke like that?”

He shudders.

“Then...There's something I need to tell you...”

He sucks in a deep breath as if to calm himself down.

“I...I really like you too. No...No, I love you. I've loved you for a really long time.”

I'm so grateful this is on the phone because I don't think I could face him with how red my cheeks are.

“So...We...Are we really doing this? Being more than friends, I mean.”

“I mean...As long as you're not uncomfy or anything. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable.”

I pull my legs up to my chest and hold myself, grounding what little never I have.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay with it.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I think...I think I'm just coming to terms with feelings I've always had and was just afraid to embrace. You're a constant in my life. I can rely on you. So I guess, in my mind, the idea of changing that was a little frightening. But...”

“But?”

I sigh.

“But I can't deny the things I've felt.”

He whimpers a little.

“Can I ask...What kind of things?”

My face is burning.

“Bruh! We just came out about liking each other. You can't seriously be asking me to say such things!”

He chuckles deviously.

“Oh? Such an embarrassed voice. Me thinks the lady has been rather naughty~.”

I want to toss my phone.

“Oh no. Don't you try that with me! If any of us has been naughty, it's so you.”

“Me?!”

“Yes, you.”

He gasps in mock insult.

“Such slander!”

“Boy! Do I need to bring up what happened two weeks ago?”

“...What?”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about. You were sleeping over and thought I was sleeping. But I wasn't.”

I can hear the gulp this man does from being busted.

“So you were...?”

“My guy, that was ballsy. Jerking it when I'm right behind you.”

“In my defense...I blame you.”

“Me?!”

“I can't help getting turned on when you're practically grinding into me!”

Oh no he didn't!

“Sir, I'll have you know, such mud tarnishing my name better be backed up or so help you...”

“You know how you talk sometimes in your sleep?”

...Uh oh.

“Do you know how hard it is being so close to you and then hearing you moan my name? God, you drive me insane sometimes!”

Well...This got awkward as fuck real fast.

“This went from 0 to 100 real quick.”

“Yeah. Might have gotten too caught up in the moment. Do...Do you want to hang up?”

“...No. Hanging up won't undo anything.”

“You know we can slow things down if that makes you feel better. We don't have to dive into the deep end so soon.”

“I know. Probably doesn't help that we share really easily. But I like that we can. That we don't hide things. No matter what it is, we know the other will hear it out and not jump the gun or anything.”

Things get quiet on his end.

“Friend?”

“Promise you won't freak out about it.”

Oh boy. Where is this gonna go?

“I pinkie promise.”

“Okay...”

“Come on, man. You know it takes a lot to get under my skin. Don't worry.”

His breathing is a tad shaky and he mutters something under his breath,

“The order has been such a pain. I needed to clear my head and get out some frustration. And nothing does it for me except thinking of you...”

My eyes widen.

“So you were...”

“I...I still am.”

Oh...Oh my wow...

“L-Lynn?”

“I fuckin' called it!”

He yelps a little at my sudden loudness.

“You've been off this entire call and part of me was like...There's no way he's jerking off while we're talking...But I so knew it!”

“...Are you mad? I can't really tell.”

That makes me pause.

“I...I don't think I am.”

“Really?”

“I can't think of a reason why I would honestly. I mean...You like me. Why wouldn't you do it to thoughts of me? It just makes reasonable sense.”

He goes quiet for a small pause before his breathing shudders.

“Fuuuuck...I knew you were understanding, but I didn't think you were THIS level.”

“Bruh, what did you expect? Me to judge ya about jerking it? We're adults! Masturbation is normal.”

“Have you done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know...Have you touched yourself to thoughts of me?”

And now...Now it feels weird.

“What's wrong? We're adults. Masturbation is normal.”

His sassy tone is not amusing to me ad neither is the snickering.

Fine. You want to be that way. Boy doesn't know how petty I can be.

“Come on. I was just joking around. Don't tell me you're ma-”

I moan into the phone. Like, the kind of exaggerated moan you'd hear in porn. I do this...then hang up.

The time it takes for him to call back is instantaneous.

“Hello~.”

“What the hell was that?!”

“Keep your shit up and that's the only time you'll hear that from me.”

There’s a loud clattering and crash...Did he just fall?

“Dude? You okay?”

He groans.

“Y-You're not just saying that to mess with me, right?”

“I know not what you mean, sir Friend.”

“Lynsie...”

Oh, snap. Dropping the nickname...He must be serious.

“Please don't toy with me like this. Not now. N̢̧Ơ̷̧T̴ ̢̕҉WI͞T҉̸H S̕͝O̷͡M̀E̵T͝H͠I͜͠͡ǸG̶ I͏ ̴̧W̶̸A̢͟N̴̛T ̸̷̀S͜͞O͘͡ ̛̛B͡͏A͜͠D͡ĹÝ͜.”

Fucking phone glitches and I can't understand him for a moment.

Why does that happen so often when talking to him?

“My bad. Probably shouldn't tease ya like that. Not after our confessions and you're...you know.”

I can hear him move around and what sounds like him making himself comfortable.

“Well, this is new. I don't think I've known you to get shy around me.”

“To be fair, we don't usually talk about this kind of thing.”

“What about all the sex jokes?”

“Those are jokes. They don't mean anything. Besides...”

I curl in on myself a bit more.

“It's not like we...I'm still a...”

My throat tightens trying to muster the words out.

“You're still a virgin?”

Thank you for saying it! Lord knows I wouldn't have been able to.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Then you and Keagan didn't...?”

I sigh...A quick flash of past bad memories play in my head.

Honestly...Why was I ever with Keagan?!

“No. Not that he didn't try. He would put so much pressure on me and I'd always turn him down. He never really understood what it meant to be Ace. 'How can you be Ace? I know you get horny. Just let me show you, I can make you feel good'. That kind of crap.”

I can hear Friend's teeth gnashing. He's never liked Keagan and it's not like he doesn't have a good reason to hate him. Keagan was the reason our friendship broke for a time.

That man had convinced me that Friend, the guy I had grown up with since elementary school, was bad for me. He isolated me from anyone that wasn't him, especially Friend. I had always been there for Friend when no one else was. I stood by him at that empty funeral for his family and cried with him. I gave him a home when his was broken. We were thicker than blood. And Keagen made me abandon that. I even went as far as having Friend's number blocked so he'd stop texting me. Every time he tried to come up to me at school, I'd pointedly ignored him. And it hurt him. I knew it hurt him. I knew it did because it hurt me too.

My biggest regret was ever listening to a single word out of Keagan's mouth.

I vowed that night when Keagan's drunk ass ditched me in the middle of the night in god knows where and Friend, after all I did, was still willing to be my hero in my lowest moment...I swore never to leave him.

Never again.

“Long story short, yeah, I still have my V-card.”

“Thank god.”

“What about you?”

“Got mine too.”

“...Really?”

“I mean...I had a couple 'empty' make-out sessions. They didn't mean anything to me though, and I felt gross afterward. Besides, if I'm going to have my first time with anyone, it's you.”

My face burns in a blush, in fact, a wave of warmth spreads throughout me entirely from hearing that.

The way he said those words...Such conviction, sincerity, and care...It hits my heart.

“You...You would want me?”

“Of course, I would! I've been wanting you! If you tell me now, I'll come over and prove it to you...”

My heart is speeding up.

“I don't think...”

“No, listen to me. I love you! I need you to understand that.”

He's getting worked up. Oh boy...

“Friend...”

“You need to forget everything that fucker ever told you! You are amazing. You've always been amazing. And you deserve to feel wanted by someone that doesn't just want to fuck you!”

“Friend, please calm down.”

“You are worth so much more to me. We have a deeper connection than most will ever have in this crazy world. The thought of you being with anyone else or out of my life completely hurts more than anything! I'd rather die in the most brutal way possible than live a life without you in it. You need me, and I need you! I've always known what's best for y-”

I moan again into the phone to shut him up before he loses his shit. It works. Thank god! Had he not stopped it would just get more intense from there. This isn't the first time he's gotten like this.

“Yo...You good?”

He takes a few breaths.

“Y-Yeah...Yeah, I'm okay.”

“Good. You were getting heated there.”

“I meant it though.”

“I know you did. And...Thank you. It's...It's nice to know you feel that strongly.”

“That is but a small sample of my passion. I can and will do anything for you. A͏̵́͘͠N̴Y̢͝͠T͢͝Ḩ̴I̶̧̕͡͡N̴̡G̡̛.̀͘”

“As nice as that sounds, please don't put me up on such a tall pedestal. You know I'm afraid of heights.”

He laughs, it's good to hear it, it's a comforting sound. I relax and flop against my pillows once more.

Now to get this fucked up phone call back on its fucked up track.

“Anyway...Are you still whacking it?”

He has to catch his breath after gasping too sharply.

“Lynn, sweetheart...Y-You can't keep teasing me like this.”

“So that's a yes, got it.”

“Lynsie!”

“What? Are we not doing this?”

“Doing what?!”

“Getting together.”

There's that phone being gripped too hard crunching again.

“Are you saying I can be your...B-Boyfriend?!”

The excitement in his voice reminds me of a bomb fuse fizzling hastily to detonate the explosion.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“More than anything!”

“Then as my first act as your girlfriend...”

The overjoyed squeal he makes upon hearing that is so fucking cute!

“My first act is...to help you finish.”

A loud clattering happens...gonna think he dropped the phone again.

“Friend? Hello? My dude?”

The glitching of my phone goes nuts. I can barely hear anything. I hope he isn't saying something because I would have no clue what it would be.

I'm about to hang up and try recalling to see if that fixes anything when sound returns...he's panting.

“Friend?”

“Please...”

He sounds a tad feral like he's on a thin leash that's one last tug from snapping and letting a beast free.

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming. If this is a dream, it's the cruelest one I've ever had.”

“Well, that just lets me know you dream about me enough to need to ask that. Such knowledge is now forever burned into my memory.”

A shaky sigh of relief leaves him.

“It's real...This is all real...Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted something like this to happen.”

I snicker.

“You've been wanting me to call you up and have what is basically phone sex with you?”

“N-No! Yeah? Maybe...I don't know!”

Ah, the flustered Friend. A treat to behold and a fun wonder to hear.

“Daww. Have I ever told you how cute you are when like this?”

Lord, I wish I could see his face right now. Knowing him he's likely beet red and losing his shit.

“Too much? I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable, my dude.”

“Sweetheart...”

My eyes widen and my spine tingles. The way he said what is normally a cute pet name, laced in heat to the point I swear I can feel his breath through the phone, is both surprising and shockingly alluring.

“You love teasing me like this, don't you? Naughty little thing~.”

Oh...Oh god, what have I unleashed?

“You're such a dirty, naughty little tease, aren't you~?”

I only have myself to blame here. Oh well, I said I'd help him and I might as well go along with what will do it for him. I can always stop when it's too much. I take a quiet breath and dip my voice low.

“Oh, dearest Friend...I have yet begone to tease you~.”

He shudders and I learn something new...That's hot.

“Yeah? Mmmmmm...Then go on, love...Don't hold back for me~.”

I shut my eyes and think. Okay...I might have something to work with.

“Imagine...I'm there with you. My arms draped around your neck in a sweet embrace as my hands rest on your chest, my fingers rubbing your skin daintily.”

He coos. At least this tells me that I'm going about this right.

“Not bad. But I did say not to hold back. I thought you were going to help me finish not hug me~.”

Or he's gonna erk me about being soft.

“I can't go all in out the gate without some buildup, my guy. I'm not some dime-store porno with a cheesy plot like I can't pay the pizza boy. You want me to help you? Then you keep that smack to yourself and enjoy a full-on experience as I paint you a mental picture of how I would please you!”

Okay brain, you could've run that by the thought filter before letting me blurt that shit out like a moron!

“Fuck...sweetheart...”

He shudders a bit heatedly.

“You don't know what you do to me~.”

Roll with it! Talk him through it!

“Do you like that? Do you like knowing I want to please you~?”

“Oooh yeah. I want to please you too~.”

He groans into a series of whimpers.

“K-Keep going, sweetheart...”

“I want to smother you in kisses and touch you all over. I want to run my fingers through your hair and straddle your lap. I want you to know, nay...I want you to feel how much I want you~.”

“Oohhhh fuuucck!”

That moan...So loud and deep...Warmth comes flooding back into my system.

“Please, sweetheart, please, touch me...I need you...I need you to touch me!”

A shivering shudder escapes me and I bite my lip too little too late...he heard it.

“Oh? What was that~?”

I don't think I've ever blushed harder in my life.

“Heheheh...So you're into this kind of thing? Is little Lynn a naughty dirty talking perv~?”

His teasing breaks my filter again.

“You're hot when you moan.”

Things get quiet for a whole minute.

“Lynn...”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Friend.”

“Gah~!”

Wait...WAIT...Did he just...?

He pants, his breathing is shaky yet still heated.

“O-Okay...My...M-My turn now.”

...What?

“What does that mean?”

He settles himself down a bit.

“To paraphrase you...My first act as your boyfriend will be to help you get off.”

Oh, sweet lord!

“But I'm not...”

“Hush, love. Í͡͠ C͡A̶͜͢N ̵S̨͜͞E̕E̡̧ ̴͜Ţ̧́H̨A̶͞T̡͢.̢ I just know I'm not the only one that's a little touch-starved.”

I mean...He's not wrong. Yet...

“I don't know how. I don't do stuff often.”

“...You're really making it hard for me to not come over and love on you, you know that?”

“Sorry.”

“N-No no no, no need to be sorry.”

He shudders.

“Fffuck, sweetheart, how is it you can get me so hard this easily?”

“You're hard again?! I thought you just came?”

He whines a little.

“I did...Ooooh...Yes, I did...I know I’m desperate and dirty but, fuck, you get me all worked up like a needy bitch in heat!”

Why is this hot? Seriously, brain, why are you telling me this is hot?!

I'm not sure how to respond but he seems to take my pause as a signal to keep talking,

“I want you. I want to worship you. I want to touch you and hear all the cute little sounds I can pull from that sweet mouth of yours before I silence it with my kiss...”

Fuck, that sounds good.

“Every inch of you will be mapped by my touch. I want to learn what makes you quiver with need and what drives you mad with want. What makes you burn and sends your heart thundering like a storm...”

You're doing a hell of a job right now, my guy.

“What would you do to me?”

The question slips out due to curiosity and growing lewdness. But he reacts without hesitation.

“What wouldn't I do to you~?”

Too much.

“I m-mean...As long as you're okay with whatever, you know?”

Nice save.

“But what would you want to do? No judgment.”

“...Promise?”

“Pinkie promise.”

“I...I do have a fantasy.”

“Share please!”

He whimpers, liking my interest in this.

“There's this position I often dream of you in...”

“Oh?”

“You're flat against the bed...”

“Yeah?”

“Face down...”

“Yeah.”

“Ass up...”

“Yeah...”

“I'm pinning your arms behind your back...”

“Yes.”

“I lean down so I can bite that sweet delicious neck of yours...”

“Yes~.”

“And I thrust into you like a wild animal till I make you scream~!”

“Yes~!”

I think something in me broke because nothing has made fire course through my veins like what he did.

“Sweetheart...”

I can't make myself speak, I just whimper in response.

“Touch yourself for me.”

I flinch.

“W-What?”

“Touch yourself for me. Keep going till I get there.”

“Wait, what?!”

The line cuts out and realization kicks in.

Friend lives a good ten-minute walk away and he has a key to my apartment.

Oh, holy fucking ass crackers this is happening?!

I begin to panic and try to keep calm...I do this for too long.

I'm completely unaware of the sound of jangling at my lock and the door swinging open. The soft click of my living room door closing finally snaps me out of it and the soft pitter-patter of footsteps grows louder as it draws closer to my room. It's seconds before he comes into view. Friend stands panting at the doorway, his face flushed from running so hard and he has a slight wheeze as he catches sharp breaths.

“H-H-Hey.”

I sound so meek.

He approaches, staring at me like he's going to eat me alive. He quickly draws near and my tensed nerves try to make me back away.

The next thing I know, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me close enough for him to pin me beneath him, his hands on either side of my head as he hovers above.

Part of me is terrified, yet another part has no fear. The conflicted feelings have me paralyzed.

He suddenly drops and I gasp from fright, he cages me in his arms as he holds me tight.

“I'm sorry...”

I am confused.

“For what?”

“Scaring you. I never want you to be afraid of me.”

I sigh and return the embrace, hoping to reassure him all is fine.

“I could never be scared of you. But maybe don't storm up in here like you're going to kill me next time.”

He chuckles in my ear.

“Yeah...You're right.”

To further make this awkward moment more normal, I scoot out from under him and poke his nose.

“Boop.”

He blinks a few times before smiling.

“You booped my snoot?”

“Your snoot was booped by me, yes.”

His eyes turn into pink hearts and glow, an expression I've always been jealous of that he can make. All mine do is randomly change color to match a mood.

He brings a hand up and cups my cheek.

“So soft...”

His thumb rubs tiny circles that make me purr.

“So lovely...”

His thumb trails down and traces my lips.

“S̸̛O͜ ̶́M̡͜͡I͢͏NE͢͡͏.͢͟”

Weird...He growled that last part so roughly I didn't understand.

He starts inching his way closer, closing the distance till our noses slightly touch.

“You can always tell me to stop. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Even now, with something he wants so close and in his literal hands, he is so careful. As if I shall disintegrate if he moves ever so slightly too fast. I merely smile and hold his hand on my cheek.

“I know.”

Relieved, he hesitates no longer, kissing me soft and slow.

He's so warm.

He pulls back and we just stare at one another.

It's crazy...This is that same boy that used to always push me away when we were younger. And now...Now here he is, looking at me with longing as if afraid I’ll disappear.

“Can I...Can I try something?”

I smirk at him.

“Are you really that eager to thrust into me like a wild animal, huh?”

I've never seen his face get so red, eyes wide as he stammers yet can't make understandable words. I can't hold in my laughter. Picking up on my tease, he wastes no time in getting back at me, knocking me over with merciless tickling.

It's not like I wasn't asking for it. Poke a bear and expect to get mauled. Unlike a pissed-off bear though, Friend doesn't rip my throat out, what he does do is sit up and pull me onto him so that I straddle his lap as I settle down from the giggles.

“Okay...Okay...I admit that was a bit much. I'm sorry.”

“I forgive you, sweetheart.”

I sigh with relief as his hands take hold of my face.

“Friend?”

“You didn't answer me before...Can I try something with you?”

I nod to avoid being tickled again.

“Okay. Close your eyes. And no peeking~.”

“Fine. But no funny stuff.”

“Me? Funny stuff? Never.”

I shut my eyes and feel his lips shortly after, though there is something more to this kiss. He nips at my bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth, signaling a request for more than just this kind of contact. I let him have this and part my lips, a move he responds to more heatedly than I expected. The moment he knew my mouth is open, his tongue enters and I'm caught off guard by his messing around with mine. He pauses, making sure I'm okay with this before continuing.

Honestly, it's rather nice. Certainly better than any attention Keagan gave me. When it came to affection, Keagan was selfish, it was all about him and if I didn't enjoy it then that was my problem. But Friend? It's like I'm breathing for the first time. There's real care and consideration. There's intent to please and not just be pleased.

...And I love it!

My arms come up to loop around his neck and I lose my hands in his hair, my fingers combing along his scalp. He softly whimpers into my mouth and I shiver, really liking the sounds he makes. His hands leave my cheeks, slowly feeling their way down along my body till they find perch on my hips and pull me closer against him.

His warmth is so good. I can't help but melt on him. It's so good I don't even mind the stiffening bulge that's pressing more and more into me.

We pull away for air yet something in me wants more. He's unlocked something. Something needy. I guess he really was right about us both feeling touch-starved. Because I find myself trailing kisses down his cheek to his neck and nipping at his nape, the moans this makes him do are so rumbly that they make my lips tingle.

“Oh fuck, Sweetheart! Can we...go further...please?”

He begs in such a needy voice.

“I...I won't be mad if you don't want to...I promise. B-But...can we? Please?”

How can I resist such pleading? Especially when it stirs a want in me that is curious to see how this goes.

“How far is further?”

He shudders.

“As far as you'd let me.”

“Is that so?”

I kiss his nose real quick.

“Let's test what that is then~.”

If the tent pitched under me wasn't hard enough, after hearing that, it presses into me so much I can feel the damp spot from his excitement.

“Oh fuck...”

His hips buck suddenly.

“Oh my fucking god!”

“You okay?”

“I can't believe this is happening!”

I snicker at his cuteness till the grip on my hips moves to grab my shirt. His eyes ask for him and I give him a shy nod before he slowly removes the garment. The look he has, this man is utterly gobsmacked by my surprisingly bare chest.

“You...Y-You're not wearing a bra?”

“In my defense...I was home alone and wanted to be comfortable.”

His hands move to touch my breasts but I tap his wrists to stop him. He gets confused till I tug his shirt. It's a little unfair that I'm the only exposed one. He does get the hint, quickly shedding his shirt and tossing it onto the floor.

“Better?”

I give him a thumbs up and he sighs with a smile before shoving me off onto my back with a smirk. I don't get to be pissed about that, not when he climbs on top of me and pins my wrists down while going to town marking my neck with his affection. Kisses, bites, and sucking hickeys. Each little attentive nip to the sensitive skin pulls the lewdest sounds out of me. And it only gets more intense when he lets one of my wrists go to palm my chest, letting me hold him close as he slowly makes me lose my mind.

“Friend! Oooooh...Fuck...Friend~!”

He chomps down and my back arches sharply, resulting in me grabbing at him to which I end up nabbing his hair...This seems to be the thing that breaks his restraint.

He leaves my neck and returns to kissing me by slamming his lips to mine. This kiss is way more heated than the one we had before. His tongue can't get enough of me, exploring and memorizing every bit. His hands find new targets, one removes my hair tie then digs his fingers into the follicles and the other hand goes under me to drag his nails across my back.

“I want you. I've wanted you for so long...so...very...long...”

With my hands now free, I get to give him a taste of his own touch medicine, letting my hands rub along any and every bit of him that's exposed. He really seems to respond the most when I play with his hair, be it massaging his scalp or giving him a little tug, it gets him groaning as his hips rock into mine.

“Fuck...sweetheart...I want to be inside you...”

My heart skips a beat hearing how needy he is.

“Please, please, I need you...I need you so bad...Please?”

He whimpers more heated pleas as he grinds against me.

“You can tell me no and I'll stop. I'll go home. We don't have to do anything more. You just have to tell me...”

Fuck, the way he's doing it...He's at the perfect angle to drive me crazy...How is he so good at this?!

“Yes.”

He pauses.

“Yes, you want me to go?”

“No, I mean, yes.”

I kiss him roughly and nip his lip.

“Get it?”

I can practically see the smoke leak out of his ear as his brain crashes and reboots to process that. Once realization kicks in, he gets off of me and has a mild panic moment. I'm about to go to him when I hear it...the telltale sound of a jeans zipper being pulled down...then his pants drop. This isn't so bad until I get a good look at the monster he's got down there. Not only is it big, but dear god...It's also pierced!!

“Is that...Is that a Jacob's Ladder piercing?”

He blinks for a moment.

“You know what it is?”

I blush and he smirks deviously while kicking his jeans and boxers off to the side.

“Oh, sweetheart...”

His chuckles make me a little nervous.

“You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you~?”

“My good man, you know very well that I shop at HotTopic and Spencer's. Me knowing what that piercing is should be the least surprising thing.”

“True. True.”

He returns to me and puts his hands on my legs, giving my pants a little tug as to ask for permission.

So this is really happening. We're really doing this. If I want, things can end here. We don't have to go any further. But...I don't want to stop. I like this. I like how he makes me feel. I like making him feel loved. It's why I've gone this far. It's why I'm doing this. It's why I'm helping him remove what's left of my clothes. So now I sit bare to him as he stands naked to me.

“Beautiful.”

“Flatterer.”

“No, I mean it. There's no one like you...”

He moves in and I back up to give him room, though he moves faster than I do, embracing me tightly.

“Sweetheart...You're perfect in my eyes. You're smart and adorable. Everything you do is without a flaw. You are the only one who knows me. Who actually cares about me...You're my sole reason for existing. Without you...I'd have given up a long time ago.”

So dramatic he is. ...But it is nice. Nice to hear how much I mean to someone. It's been so long...

I nuzzle into his hair and he smiles, tightening his hold.

“You're mine, Lynn, and I'm yours...forever~.”

He practically purrs before kissing my collarbone.

“I can't believe this is happening. I've dreamed of being this close to you for so long...”

He leans up, using his tongue to play with my earrings.

“Heh. Having fun?”

“Just indulging myself is all.”

I snicker before being made silent...his hand is touching me down there. When did he move to do that?!

“Mmmm...Something wrong, sweetheart?”

I shake my head, trying to focus on not trembling so much. I can almost feel him smirk against me. The way his fingers just ever so faintly skim over the lips and slit is enough to make me writhe against him.

How...How does he make my body do such things?!

“You're squirming. Do you want me to stop?”

“No...Just...I'm not used to this. It feels a little...weird, I guess? S-Sorry.”

I look away and miss the dark expression he gets.

“HE made this weird for you...Didn't he?”

It takes a moment to register that but I don't get a chance to respond. Friend's finger dives inside and all thought shuts down for me as he starts pumping the digit around to the point he's knuckle-deep.

“A deadbeat incel like HIM only wishes he could know something so amazing like this. But HE never will. No one will. No one can be with you like this but me. You...Are...M̶͟I̷͢N̵̸͜E͡...My love!”

The finger curls into me, finding a spot that makes my jaw drops and I cling to him as if my life depends on it. This at least gets his attitude to revert back to being normal. This isn't the time for such malice.

“Oh? Does that feel good~?”

His thumb finds my clit and my head jerks back fast...slamming into the bed's headboard.

“Shit! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!”

This is just awkward in a funny.

“I'm good. Just a little bonk. I've taken worse head hits. Remember the metal bat incident?”

“The fact you still never went to a doctor for that still freaks me out.”

“Dude, I never when to the doctor for anything. The bat hit, the bike crashes, the broken glass cuts, the dog bite, the screw through my hand, falling out of a tree on my spine, the other time I fell out of a tree...”

“Do I need to be with you 24/7?! Because so help me I will!”

“Oh calm down, you drama queen. You were there for some of that.”

“That doesn't make it better! I shouldn't have been such a slacker. If I was paying more attention then you wouldn't ha-!”

I'm not a fan of him beating himself up. So I figure a kiss will shut that negative dribble up. And it does! But it also rekindles his actions. Though he takes it a little slower this time. Not that I mind. Those nimble fingers of his are amazingly skilled and I'm mewling in his ear much to his pleasure.

“Yeah? Does that feel that good? Poor little thing you are~. And so needy too. You're already squeezing on me.”

It's hard to concentrate on what he's saying, especially when the words “Fuck” and “Yes” are just repeating on a loop in my head.

“Heh...You look so cute, sweetheart. The way you're losing yourself to me is so intoxicating~.”

Feeling more confident, he returns to messing with my clit and my insides tighten up. I also get more vocal, something he really likes. Whimpering breaths and lewd begging moans seem to be his thing.

“Such lovely sounds. That's right. Come undone. I'm the only one who can make you feel this way...”

He adds a second finger and I nearly lose it right there.

“Say it...Say I'm the only one!”

And like a needy bitch, I obey.

“Y-You're the only one...Ah, fuck...F-Friend please!”

“Please what~?”

Oh come on man, don't tease me now!

“P-Please...I'm...So close!”

I must sound so desperate. Then again...He likes that~.

“My sweetheart wants to cum? Heh...Since you begged so nicely, I'll grant your wish. So cum for me!”

There's some adjusting on his end before I feel three fingers enter to work me over and the remaining digits ceaselessly fondle my love button. My back begins to arc almost painfully, allowing him to use his other hand to clutch my heaving chest, teasing and pinching at the pleasing mounds. All this stimulation is making my toes curl. My panting reaching higher and higher octaves as my senses turn up to levels unknown.

“Cum for me, Lynsie~.”

I don't know how he did it, but I won't dare question it, the utterance of such a command caused the infernal need in my core to explode, and the next thing I know the world itself as I register it is gone. All there is to my senses is a white light in my vision, the muffled sound of my breathing, and a numb sensitive tingling throughout my being. I shameful whine at the removal of his fingers, missing his touch instantly, a sound that only makes him chuckle.

“Good girl. You did so well, sweetheart...”

He sits up, spreading my quaking legs further apart with one hand as he licks his other hand clean of my release.

“Mmmmmm...You taste so good. So sweet~.”

Whatever you say there, buddy.

“I suppose I can forgive you then for not touching yourself when I told you to. Getting to make you cum was a far better option.”

That's nice.

“But now...Now it's my turn~.”

Slowly things begin coming back to me, just in time to see him pressing closer and lining himself up at my entrance.

“It shouldn't hurt as much after that. But if it does, you let me know, okay? I want this to only make us both feel good.”

My limp noodle arms attempt to reach out for him, making him smile and he interlocks his hands in mine. Slowly he eases himself inside of me, relaxed muscle and slick release allowing him to sink into my depths with no resistance. He fills the empty space so well, and the way his piercings rub my walls, oh lord I nearly orgasm again when he hilts himself completely.

“Oooooh...Fuck...Fuuck...”

For both our sakes he waits for a moment in case I need to adjust to his size. No lie though, him just being inside and throbbing into me is the most arousing thing to me. I can't help the involuntary clenching down around him, yet his face contorting in utter bliss and the drool seeping out as he bites his bottom lip is so worth it.

That's because of me. I'm making him feel that good from just this. ...And I fucking love it!

“I...I'm going to move now. Is that okay?”

He sounds like he's barely holding himself together. As if any moment now he'll lose his shit. Probably doesn't help that I keep squeezing him.

“Y-Yeah~.”

Loopy. That is the only way I can explain how I sound.

He pushes my weak hands back and holds them down by my head as he takes his mounting stance. He painstakingly pulls back till the head is all that's in, his piercings dragging across sensitive zones, and my back arches sharply with a groan. He throws his head back in a series of incoherent pleasure-induced nonsense before pushing himself back in fully, eyes fluttering as they roll into the back of his head. This is the pace he keeps for a bit, slowly getting us both delirious off the delicious friction, but then he picks up speed to start thrusting and that's when things get wild.

“Friend...Aaah~! F-Fuck...Please...Please don't stop~! Don't s-stop!”

“Yeah? Do you like this? Do you like me fucking you? You want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?”

Okay...I figured he was into dirty talk but I guess this is another level.

He lets my hands go and leans back, grabbing my legs then bringing them up to my head. This new angle allows him to penetrate me even deeper. He is very lucky that I'm flexible and double jointed or this would be having me scream in pain instead of mind-melting ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes! God, you feel so amazing! Can you feel it too, my love? Can you feel just how much I've longed for you? For this moment? I've wanted this for so long...I've wanted you to be mine and mine alone...And now you are!”

His hands leave my legs but now he wraps his arms around me, locking them in place as he slams into me over and over again with the vigor of a man possessed. I am broken. A shambling mess beneath him and at his mercy. His sweet relentlessly demanding mercy!

“You're loving this, aren't you? You like my dick inside you. You like me fucking that needy hole of yours. God...You're so fucking tight...Keep squeezing on me, you dirty girl!”

I'm going to burst! I'm overheating, my ability to think is gone, I can't make coherent speech, I'm panting rapidly enough that two different tones are coming out, and my insides are so tense that I won't be able to last much longer. Especially as he keeps jamming that impressive length into spots that have stars blurring out my sight. Then again, he doesn't seem like he has much left before he's spent too.

“You're gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over me? Oooooh cum for me, sweetheart...I want to see it. I need to see you do it. Do it, Lynsie…Cum for me~!”

With just a few more bucks of his hips, my body does as he wishes. I scream his name as the coil inside my core snaps, my muscles twitch and tense in his hold while my senses go into overload trying to slowly fizzle out.

Now it's his turn. His thrusting becomes erratic as my walls clench on him in a vice-like grip, attempting to milk him for his release. Drool trails down his chin as he snarls through his harsh pumping.

“Yeah, that's it! Take it, sweetheart! I'm gonna fill you up so much! And you're gonna take it all~!!”

A few more deep delves into my depths are all that is needed for him, he groans so loudly in my ear and floods me with his warmth. My quivering insides drink his essence. Such heat is rather soothing actually. And there's so much of it that just shoots into me in loads.

Thoroughly exhausted, he can barely move, only managing to yield his death grip on my body and let my legs fall back down. I wince at the soreness of being bent like that for so long and receive apologetic kisses on my neck.

“I'm...I'm sorry. Was I too rough?”

“N-No...You good...Me just tired.”

The cool air of my room can at last be felt, making me shiver and snuggle him. He smiles, weakly getting the blanket edges and covering us as best he can before cuddling into me.

“I'm not too heavy, am I? I'm too spent to move off of you. ǪR̢ ̶̀O̕͜Ư̸T̡͜ O̡F͡͏ ̶̧͜Y͏͜O̢͝U.”

Mmmm...I don’t know what he said, but that deep growl is so pleasant.

“You're fine...Not heavy at all.”

He sighs blissfully.

“I can't believe this actually happened...”

I put a hand on his back and rub along his spine, making him purr.

“I've wanted you for so long...”

I wonder how long I'll stay awake. He’s so warm. And his voice is so melodically soothing...like a lullaby.

“And now you are mine.”

He kisses my lips for the quickest of moments and I coo wearily.

“I love you so much. And knowing that you feel the same...It makes me so happy.”

He puts a hand under my head and kneads my scalp, making my eyes close in contentment.

“Love...you...Friend...”

“That's right. You love me and I love you...We will be together...Forever and ever~.”

I cave in and pass out shortly afterward.

Only to be startled awake when the realization hits him.

“I forgot the condom!”

#see thru need a friend #yandere #stnaf #stnafgame #friend #seethruneedafriend #seethruneedafriendgame #see thru need a friend game #18+ #Lynn

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Good day love, I just came back from brunch and slamming bottomless mimosas with my girls, and…the mimosas won 😳

And whilst I lay in bed contemplating my life choices and trying to keep my $20 dollar breakfast skillet down.

Got any headcanons or scenario for Strife and Fury and Reader getting White Girl drunk at brunch and War and Death having to deal with them?

  Ah yes, Mimosas are all fun and good until one has a lil too much...they always win.  Mayhaps a scenario this time around

Brunch of Mimosas

Third person’s POV

  When Death had arrived to Y/N’s flat, he was expecting to see them along with the other siblings.  All the while hoping the house is still intact due to the foreboding image of three horseman under one roof.  To his surprise when he entered, one was there, the only one large enough to have trouble sitting on the couch. Perplexed, Death spoke up to grab his brother’s attention.  “War, What are you doing here?”

  Said nephilim snapped to attention at this, giving up on the furniture as he stood to his full height.  “I would ask you the same, but it would seem for a similar reason.”

“Which is?”

  With a gruff reply, War answered with a slightly annoyed expression, still glaring at the piece of furniture below.  “Y/N is not here.  They left a note pertaining to their whereabouts, so  I intend to wait until they return.”

  Nodding, Death glanced around the room with an almost thoughtful gaze. He dared himself to ask the obvious.  “And what of the other two? I imagine wherever the human goes, Strife is sure to follow.”

  War’s expression did not shift much at this inquiry, all he did was point to the counter.  Ontop was a slip of paper, and as Death approached and carefully plucked it from the surface, his eyes skimmed the message written.

  Got hungry while waiting, will be back after Brunch.

  Sincerely, Y/N

  P.S. Strife tagged along as well so if you wanna join, feel free to pop in at (Made up restaurant address)

  Well that explains their absence...but what of Fury?

  As if on cue, the telephone on the wall rang out with it's ear splitting symphony. The Sheer sound made both nephilim flinch as they whipped around to face the source.  For a moment they stood there, letting it ring for a while until Death caved and went over.  Tentatively, he remembered what Y/N would do to silence it, and slowly picked off the plastic contraption from its perch. Holding it close to his ear, he waited for an answer.  Breathing could be heard on the other side with undiscernible background noise to muddy any sort of words to make out. Death was about to hang up until finally, the other person spoke in a voice that left him questioning why he had to be the one to pick up. “Hello hello, we’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty.  Is this ‘Big red’?”

  The overuse of a fake accent was strange, but the lilt and familiar drawl in the other’s voice gave it away.  Death instinctively let out deep sigh as he answered in a deadpanned tone.  “Strife, where are you and where is Y/N?”

  An Immediate answer came when he heard Strife in the background go “Oh shit, it’s the Reaper!”  Followed by a raspy laugh and another giggling, and he swore he heard the other whisper something about a prank call.  The Old Nephilim almost facepalmed at this, and would have also missed the next person that sounded like Y/N’s voice, but it was light and buzzed by the sound of it as they tried to act serious.  “I don’t know who this Strife is...but I will find you....and I will kill you.” And before he could retort, the other line hung up abruptly

The Impulse to crush the infernal device was tempting, but Death had better things to do than take it out on the communications box.  War couldn't help but give him a questioning look as Death strode past towards the door.  “Where are you going Brother?”

“To find our little wayward trio.  It seems they can’t go anywhere without proper supervision.”

*At the Restaurant* 

  Death had seen many things in the multitude of worlds and eons he has lived through, and while War was the youngest, he certainly was no exception.  But even the sight before them had left them stumped and without words.  

  The restaurant was mostly empty save for the waitress and barkeep, both of whom would not bother looking at the two nephilim, instead were currently transfixed on the lone trio in the back corner of the room.  Death himself was almost afraid to approach.

  Fury was currently sitting there, but from her slouched form laying her head on top of the table, it was hard to even tell if she was conscious due to how still she was.  That in itself was shock enough.  The other came in the form of Strife (No surprise), who was now standing in front of the wall with an apple on his head, struggling to keep upright and balanced.  At the center of it all was none other than Y/N, also standing but holding what looked like a butter knife in their grasp as they held it upward.  They were facing Strife, who called out in a blurry form of speech.  “C’mon Y/N, you can do it!! I believe in you!!!”

  Next to him, War’s eyes seemed to light up in pure shock, taking the incredulous sight in, and Death couldn’t blame him for the bewildered puzzlement.  It’s not everyday you see Nephilim and a human wasted while attempting to play knife throwing, and before War could have a chance to speak up, Death stopped him as he quickly muttered.  “No...I wanna see how this plays out.”  Even if they were obviously drunk, Death was not about to let the opportunity of a butter knife hitting Strife in the eye pass up.

Both watched as Y/N wavered to the side a bit, and without missing a beat, flung the knife forward hoping to hit the fruit.

Needless to say, it didn’t.

  With a metallic clang, it made contact with Strife’s chest plate and bounced off as it fell to the floor.  Strife glanced at the failed attempt, and then back to the human with a slurred quip that followed.  “Not bad for a first try....how about we try one of my knives...maybe it’ll stick better.”

  Death couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle, half tempted to just let it happen until War saw the chance to say something before it got messy. “Strife, what in the Creator’s name are you doing?”

  Both Strife and Y/N perked up at the voice, and quickly forgetting about arming the drunk human, Strife called out as he staggered towards the pair.  “War! Yo you missed the party, it was just about to get good."  Flailing limbs met with the immovable wall of War as one arm landed on his shoulder, holding himself up on unsteady feet.  “My bro, you have got to try one of these My-mosies.  Y/N said they are pretty good and DAMN, they are good!!”

Y/N giggled in a light hearted manner, adding drowsily.  “It’s Mimosa, get it right bro.”

  Strife put his other hand up in surrender as he struggled to say his next words, laughing at the cheeky response before Death finally spoke.  “What happened to Fury then?”

  Y/N quickly piped up as they started.  “Well she came in a little later, and while we were eating I got some drinks after she said she was thirsty-”

  Before they could finish, Strife interrupted with an excited tone to his voice.  “She never had a Mimosa before, and I was already on my third so I gave her mine...Then I think it became a competition after a couple drinks?  I think after the....”  His words drifted off as he proceeded to count with his fingers, earning a concerned look from War. “Fifth? No...Tenth drink, she went to sleep...that was an hour ago.”  

  Strife still held onto War’s shoulder for support as he yelled across the room.  “Yo Fury, ya dead?!”

  A couple seconds passed without a word, but before they could fear the worst, the body shifted as an arm rose up, which proceeded to flip the bird as a coherent response.  “Yeeeaaahhh...she’ll be fine.”  Strife waved it off as he left War’s side, facing the eldest with an unnerving stare.  “You know Y/N, I think I understand that saying now.”

  “I said alotta sayings...which one?”

  Strife poked a finger at Death, almost accusingly with confidence in his slurry voice.  “The one where you get drunk until everything starts to look good....I think that’s happening right now cuz Death don’t look as ugly as usual.”

  Y/N sucked a breath through their teeth as they tried to stifle a snort, but the silence from Death was starting to become concerning as golden eyes burned back at Strife.  It wasn’t funny anymore.  “War, drag him out of here before I render him unable to see anything for a long time.”

  Needless to say, all three in question had a very fun time dealing with that hangover

Thanks for the ask and stay tuned!

#darksiders #darksiders ask #darksiders asks #darksiders strife #strife darksiders #darksiders headcanons #darksiders fury #fury darksiders #darksiders death #death darksiders #asks #ask #darksiders war #war darksiders #y/n #darksiders reader #darksiders scenario #proxi asks #headcanons #headcanons ask

[pinktrashgoblin]

”Home sweet home.”

In a surprise to exactly zero humans, Blix won the vote on my poll post, so here he is in his hometown again :)

I’ve started using 3D models to assist with the buildings so I’m taking some time to flex on it, so have this goofball!

#jsab #just shapes and beats #jsab art #jsab au #art #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #oh no #fan art #jsab blixer #jsab broken melodies #jsab bmau #goofy aah #what is he doing #look at his fucking face #he is so silly #he is trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty #got the spray paint #silly catboy! #silliness

[inkdemon-whore]

Ink Demon: *Pressed up against the Miracle Stations door* I'm here t' talk 'bout yer cars extended warranty.

Henry/Audrey: *Pure terror*

the ink demon, looming around, passing the miracle station, hears someone sigh.....

he comes back, looks directly into the peeping hole, and whispers: "I've been trying to get in contact with you about your cars extended warranty."

he then proceeds to reach right in the lil hole and grab their face

#batim #batdr #ink demon #audrey drew #henry stein #al #talk #shitpost

[excavatinglizard]

Oh so I just played my first proper dnd session. How did it go you ask?

Well first of all our third player didn’t show up so it was two of us +the dm

Our characters were Brizo the tabaxi warlock who’s TOTALLY NOT FROM SPACE, and the rogue-elf JOE BIDEN

our first encounter went:

Man ::approaches us::

Joe Biden: ✨rizz✨

And then we robbed the guy

While the second one went:

Two guys ::run towards us::

Brizo(me): WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO CONTACT YOU ABOUT YOUR CARS EXTENDED WARRANTY (didn’t quite pass my persuasion roll)

Joe Biden: stabs a man

Brizo: LASSO TIME (nat 20)

Joe Biden: ::forces a potion down the lassoed man’s throat and he turns into a 13 yo boy::

Dm: losing their mind because these opponents can’t land a hit and one of them is thirteen and tied up while the other has been kicked in the balls and is on the floor

#dnd #and that’s the update on my life thank you very much #dumb shit i do

[brick-by-dumbass-brick]

Arcane characters based on things I’ve said/ conversations I’ve had/ situations I’ve been in

Sevika: what if we just kill every person in here? Does that mean we can go home early?

Silco: hmm.. let me think about that.

Caitlyn: *staring at a girl’s ass*

Vi: *staring at the same girl’s ass, notices Caitlyn staring*

Vi: haha nice

Powder: ok so if you drive a car with your butt cheeks and get into an accident, when the airbags deploy would that be considered a spanking

Vi: you can spank people with inanimate objects like paddles and such so I’d say yes

Sevika: what the fuck

Jinx: I might get hate for saying this but it needs to be said- when courage the cowardly dog said AABBUUDABUBUBDABABABADU OWWWW OWIW OWW I really felt that, like on a personal level

Jayce: god made you in his image, you can’t change the lord’s work

Vi: well could he have made my image a little more rich? I got bills to pay and mouths to feed

Caitlyn: trauma dump?…… do people with ptsd shit a lot??

Jinx: *cackling maniacally* could you make huevos rancheros with bug eggs

Jinx: h-

Caitlyn: normalize ripping your glove off and smacking a bitch right in the mouth

Vi: my toxic trait is seeing something and automatically thinking I can do it too, like I bet I could tap dance.

Caitlyn: babe-

Vi: *starts shuffling and tapping her feet around* I know I don’t have shoes on but I bet I’m killing it right now

Viktor: if you think for a single. FUCKING. second,,,,,, that might get you somewhere in life

Jinx: it’s always “what’s up” and never “HOWS up” ,,,,,,, THAT PIXAR MOVIE HAS FEELINGS TOO

Jinx: ok so HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING if one wanted to snort cocaine out of a Twizzlers and then eat it to get rid of the evidence WOULD THAT or WOULD THAT NOT be smart

Ekko: ok so A LOT to unpack here-

Vi: heterosexuals?? in YOUR PC?????? It’s more likely than you think. Click the link below to find out more about this virus

Jinx: here’s my hot take for the night; pregnant women are a type of ravioli…..chew on that for a bit

Caitlyn: I don’t think I will chew on that at all but thank you

Vi: ummmm if the earth is flat then how’d my big round juicy ass fit on here

Caitlyn: fair point, fair point

Jayce: science question, do people with testicles slap them for self harm?

Vi: why are you asking ME

Jayce: I think I just had an amazing idea

Viktor: what is it this time

Jayce: you know those crinkled looking plastic tubes you get from the dollar store and you swing em around and they make that funny whooshing noise and they scrunch up small for storage

Viktor: yeah

Jayce: what if I was the first person to create a compact dildo that had sound effects built into-

Viktor: I’m gonna stop you right there, and maybe forever

Jayce: ahaha noooo don’t kill yourself *seductively bites lip* we’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty

Caitlyn: don’t kill yourself babes!…. Kill someone else

Jinx: you know what I think,,,,,, and I don’t like it someone make it stop

Vi: G-L-A-M-OOoh aRe you holding a gun?

Jinx: if bigfeets exist why don’t we ever see the remains?

Sevika: for the last fucking time they don’t exist

Jinx: because they gotta die at some point, right? they’re definitely decaying around us we just can’t see where

Sevika: oh my god someone please shoot me

#arcane #arcane vi #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #arcane jinx #jinx arcane #vi #jinx #Jayce talis #Jayce talis arcane #arcane Jayce talis #arcane Viktor #sevika arcane #arcane sevika

[medleyforamyna]

Today I present to you,

Another stick figure. And he's been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty.

#Is it Azul Ashengrotto? #Yeah its azul ashengrotto #great job ⭐️ #disney twst #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #doodle