#i really just needed to cry and scream and cry harder again until I throw up

[blueicequeen19]

Smuggler

Warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, friends with benefits, frenemies, talk of smuggling, JJ being a fuckboy

I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was only in town long enough for my dad to refuel his plane then we were heading back to the Bahamas. The last thing I needed was any involvement with a damn Pogue. So why was I riding this one like I’d die if I didn’t?

“Goddamn.” JJ’s hand gripped my throat as he let out a throaty groan, his cock touching so deep it almost hurt. His big dick was definitely a perk.

“I’m close.” I rasped, using both hands to grope my breasts as I bounced harder, my head thrown back. The hand on my throat tightened until darkness clouded my vision, his free hand finding my clit until finally I erupted with a cry.

“Fuck yes, baby.” His grip tightened then I was on my back as he drove into me with enough force to send my head against the headboard as it slapped the wall.

“I’m not your baby.” I bit out. My nails dug into his back until he hissed through gritted teeth as I tried to keep from screaming from the intense pleasure. His teeth found my nipple and I yelped, wrapping my legs around his waist as his pace increased.

“Cum again or I’m cumming inside you.” JJ growled around my flesh in his mouth. Did we forget a fucking condom?

“Don’t you dare.” I gasped, his hand sliding down to grip my ass as he pounded me harder.

“You don’t want a part of me inside you when you fly back home?” His taunt pisses me off but I’m too close to care. Sweat dripped from his brow and onto my chest before he dropped down on top of me, his mouth finding my neck.

“Your dad might never bring you back if he found out.” JJ chuckles in my ear as his fingers meet my clit. I cum harder than before as I practically convulse beneath him. I barely suck in a breath when he’s yanking out to fist his cock as he cums all over my stomach and chest. I stare up at the ceiling as I lick my lips, tasting him there too as his heavy breathing echos around us.

“Was that really necessary?” I grumble, meeting his playful gaze with a glare as he grabs a towel to clean me off.

“Definitely.” When he reaches between my legs, I swat him away and climb off the bed to redress. I’m dressed quicker than he is and almost to the door when he grabs my hand, pulling me back.

“You’re leaving just like that?” He leans in for a needy kiss but I turn my head, pushing him back.

“My dad will want to leave soon.”

“It’ll take them awhile to load everything. Trust me.” Fire burns in my blood and I shove him away. He always does this. It’s like he wants to piss me off.

“My dad is not smuggling drugs.” I bite out just as my phone goes off in my pocket. I know it’s my dad. I don’t have to look to know.

“Why do you think your dad hates me? Because my dad is loading his plane up right now with contraband. Ask him what’s in the crates.”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t know. If your dad is loading drugs into his plane then my dad doesn’t know about it.” I shove him away as he throws his head back with a laugh. My blood boils as I swing without thinking but he catches my wrist and shoves my back against the door. I can barely catch my breath as he presses his hot, warm body against my own with a cocky grin.

“You’re not dumb babe so don’t act like it.”

“Fuck you. I hate you.”

“You wish you hated you me.” He leans in to kiss me just when there’s a knock at the door. JJ groans before releasing me and stepping back. I sidestep him and yank the door open to reveal a cute and innocent looking brunette.

“Oh hi! You must be JJ’s cousin!” She exclaims, holding out her hand for me to shake as JJ coughs on a laugh. I’m too stunned to speak but I take her available hand.

“And she was just leaving.” JJ insists, opening the door wider as he tries to usher me out and her in. I try to wrap my head around what’s happening when she wraps her arms around his waist with a beaming smile.

“He told me you were visiting. I’m his girlfriend, Riley.” My eyes widen further as I look between them. JJ looks uncomfortable and she looks clueless. We literally smelled like sex but she was oblivious.

“I uh—.”

“I’ll see you later, cuz.” JJ wraps his arm around her shoulders before slamming the door in my face.

If anything, my hatred for OBX grew instantly.

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[cheesecakethots]

Maybe your intuition was right about this job.

You were broke, only a few days away from having to live on the streets, streets where dangerous men lurked waiting for an opportunity to snap up young women like you.

You remember shivering at the thought, and so when you saw a job opportunity at some nearby hotel, you thought you were saved. It paid pretty well considering you were only coming in to be a cleaner, but you were quick to realise why.

Gangs and mafia had wormed their way into the very foundations of your city. You were hired to clean and keep your mouth shut if you saw anything. Up until now, you hadn’t seen anything, thank god.

Despite your guilty conscience, you continued working, making a habit of bringing in headphones just so you could block everything out.

You regret every decision you’ve made that has led up to this moment.

You’re practically plastered against the wall, eyes wide and body trembling. The headphones you usually wear are still blasting some pop song, but it’s practically white noise compared to the sounds of crying, screaming and groaning.

It’s a bloodbath. Quite literally too. You can feel pools of it soaking into your cheap shoes, which doesn’t help the sickness in your stomach.

The man, if you can even call him that, still hasn’t noticed you. You won’t be surprised if he turns around and reveals himself to be some bear-man mutant thing. He’s fucking massive, despite the fact that he’s currently sat down, boredly snapping bones. You’re extremely lucky he hadn’t heard your mop drop to the floor after you walked into the carnage.

Fucking move! Move! Move!

You don’t. You stand still like an idiot.

“Are you going to say anything, little lady?”

Now you just might throw up.

He turns his head to the side and watches you with one eye, a grin on his lips. He chuckles a little, before standing.

By fucking god he’s huge. Your knees become wobbly within an instant.

“Hm. I don’t think you should be here, girlie.”

“I-I work here,” you stammer out.

He raises an eyebrow, turning to face you a little more, the grin on his lips widening.

“Is that so?”

He stands to his feet, casually crushing the head of some poor man under his boot. Your eyes divert to the ceiling, struggling to find a spot that isn’t covered in splatters of blood.

“I gotta admit, you don’t look the type to be working here.”

There’s a spot. It’s grimy, and there’s a dull light that looks like it has dead bugs in it.

“I-I need the money, and it’s only- it’s only cleaning.”

Another wry laugh, “Cleaning, huh? Tell me, do you think you can clean all this?”

The light flickers a little. Someone should check that out, but not you, you’d be hopeless with it.

“Maybe for a raise,” you mumble.

He laughs again. That’s good right? He must think you’re funny. Or maybe he thinks the thought of splattering your intestines across the wall is funny.

The spot on the ceiling becomes all the harder to focus on when he’s right in front of you, tall enough to reach your line of sight despite the fact you’re basically looking straight up.

There’s a bit of blood in the toothy smirk he wears, a fact that makes your stomach sink even lower. “You not gonna run?”

You don’t even realise you’re crying until you hear your own pathetic sniffles, “Wha-What would be the p-point?”

He pouts mockingly, the amusement in his eyes clear as day, and you flinch harshly at the sight of his massive hand raising towards you, a sharp breath of air entering your lips and your headphones clattering to the floor.

The hand slowly pats your head, and the heaviness of it reminds you of the fact he could so easily crush your skull. You can feel the blood from him dripping into your hair.

“You’re cute, you know that? In a bit of a pathetic way.”

How lovely of him. You’re not really sure if you should say thanks.

You gulp, and it scratches at your dry throat painfully. “I-I won’t te-tell any-“

“Ya got a boyfriend? Maybe even a girlfriend?”

Only spluttered and clipped words leave you, and so you settle for shaking your head.

The hand on your head crawls down your face, akin to a spider, before eventually settling on cupping your cheek.

“Yeah, I figured. I mean, no offence. If I had a pretty thing like you I wouldn’t let you work in a place like this,” he motions to the hellhole behind him, before glancing back down at you with slightly narrowed eyes. “Hell, I doubt I would even let you out of the house. You’re too cute for your own good.”

God. Why didn’t you just tell your coworker to find someone else to cover? Why, why, why?

A rough thumb wipes under your eyes, creating a thin layer of blood, sweat and tears on your skin.

“Awe, no need to cry,” he coos, and you yelp when his other hand encircles around your waist, tugging you against him.

“I’ll take care of ya.”

#im alive lmao #getting back into writing again fr #tw yandere #yandere #tw.yandere #yanderecore #yandere hxh #yandere hxh x reader #yandere uvogin #yandere phantom troupe #uvogin x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hunter x hunter x reader

[honey-on-your-tongue]

hey girl how you doing?? 💅🏽

can we have some dilf jake content and fem! navi! reader?? them having a free night bcuz Moat is taking care of their son/daughter ( u decide ) and Jake finally being able to fuck reader like they’re young again? 😩

Like I imagine him wanting reader to ride his face, bending her over a table and smacking that ass

and pls satisfy my breeding kink 😭😭🙏🏽😩🙏🏽

Hi babyyy!! i'm doing good and I hope you're doing amazing!!

AAAAA i loveeee this idea bc OMGGGGG it makes me so wettttt 🤭🤭🤭

And as for the breeding kink we're twinsiessss!!!!! it kills meeee when jake fills her up omggggg

I don't think I'm gonna make it through this one without my vibrator 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

And Jake just has to take advantage. It's been years since the two of you have been alone in the house, having a peaceful night, without the kids.

He loves his kids, of course he does. But, goddamn, does he miss fucking you dumb, making you scream and cry out his name. And he can't do that when the kids are home.

And now—now's the perfect time. Left with auntie Mo'at, the kids aren't around to interrupt. And Jake's got you all to himself.

He starts out slow, pressing gentle little kisses to your mouth, to the side of your neck, as he murmurs, “Y'know what you haven't done in a long time?”

Your arms are around his neck, your heart racing out of your chest, and you breathlessly ask, “What?”

“Ridden my face, baby,” he replies, chuckling lowly when you blush and bury your nose into his neck, flustered.

“Jake,” you say, shy, and it only makes his cock harder.

“Come on, babe. The kids aren't home. Why not?”

As you look into his eyes, you can see the lust in them, the hunger—that ravaging sight he used to have when you two first met, when you got married. Fuck, you've missed it.

“Really?” you ask, excited, and he smirks.

He lowers himself to the ground, dragging you with him, and he pulls you on top of him so you straddle his hips as he lies back. He undoes your loincloth with ease, his eyes shining as he tosses it aside. Then, he grabs your hips and pulls you higher up his torso, to his face until your thighs are on either side of his head.

He pulls your pussy down to his face, inhaling your scent, just having missed this. He grunts against you and you gasp softly.

Jake's tongue slips up your folds, licking the wetness that begins to gather there, and then he slides his tongue into you, and you gasp softly, trying to pull away from Jake's face.

“Mm-mm,” he tsks, shaking his head. “Baby, when I said you should ride my face, I meant it. I don't want you hovering. I want you to sit.”

He pulls your hips down, burying his nose against your clit, his tongue slipping into your entrance, and you whine softly. “Fuck,” you moan.

Jake's hands knead into the flesh of your thighs, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at your taste. He cannot understand how he's held back from doing this for years. It's been so long...how has he not starved without your pussy on his mouth?

You start grinding your hips down on Jake's face, your clit throbbing against his nose. You whine softly, the pleasure sending sparks up your body, making your legs jerk with every swipe of his tongue.

“I missed this,” you admit, eyes fluttering shut, throwing your head back as one of your hands rises to your chest. You pinch your nipple between your fingers, twisting it and gasping at the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

Jake attempts to agree, but he can't talk when his mouth's full of your cunt, so he ends up babbling against you, sending vibrations through your core, and you mewl.

Your arousal is spilling out of you, coating Jake's nose, his tongue, his chin, his cheeks, and your thighs. You can feel it, warm and slippery, as it aids you with grinding your hips on Jake's face.

And Jake drinks it all up, letting it satiate his need for you. Although he knows he'll never get enough of you, one of the things that leave him satisfied is tasting you, having his tongue deep in your pussy, feeling you clench around it.

He drags his canines over your folds and you gasp, the pleasure spiking, the sensations gathering in a tight coil low in your stomach.

“Jake,” you mewl, mind lost to the pleasure, pussy rubbing over his face, thighs quaking. “Y-you are gonna fuck me, right?”

He chuckles against you, wanting to point out that he would never miss the opportunity to fuck you like he used to before the kids. But, again, he's still eating you out, and he won't stop just to reply.

He is devouring you, his mouth sucking your pussy as if it's the last meal he'll ever have. His nose presses against your clit, rubbing it just the right way with every movement you make on his face, his tongue caresses your gummy walls, savoring your arousal.

Jake's cock is hard, straining against his loincloth and staining the fabric with his salty precum. He starts bucking his hips up, desperate for any sort of friction, and he can't wait to fuck you.

But he will. He's gonna make you come first. All over his face, just like he likes it.

Jake nibbles at your folds, kisses your cunt, groans against you, and you're slowly losing it.

The pleasure is thick in you, an entity in your womb that savagely claws at your insides, begging to be released.

“Jake!” you warn, body shaking as your orgasm peeks closer. “Jake, please!”

And then Jake bites you, his teeth slightly digging into your skin, making you squeal and writhe as your orgasm reaches you. It makes your body tremble from head to toe, your entire being quivering as your orgasm rattles you.

You ride your pleasure out on Jake's face, moaning and gasping, until the fire lessens, leaving you a boneless, satisfied mess.

Jake licks you, making you gasp from overstimulation, and then he helps you off his face.

He licks his lips, a huge grin drawn on his mouth, as he rises.

You're collapsed on the ground beside him, lying on your back, your chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath. Jake crawls on top of you, kissing your mouth, your neck, before he pulls you to sit up.

“'f course I'm gonna fuck you, girl,” he says, helping you to your feet. “'m gonna fuck you real nice.”

He moves you across the room, making you walk backwards as he leads you to the table. He kisses your lips, nibbling them softly, and you gasp gently when the table hits your lower back.

Jake turns you around and pushes you down into the table, bending you over so that your pussy is on display for his hungry eyes to see.

And your ass. Fuck, he loves your ass. He places one of his hands on your asscheek, his fingers splaying over the flesh before he squeezes it. You sigh, content, and then he removes his hand. You're about to complain at the loss when his palm meets your ass in a hard spank, making you gasp.

Jake watches the way your ass jiggles at the slap, and he does it again, admiring you. You press your chest against the table, hands gripping onto the opposite edge.

Jake kicks your legs open and then spanks you again. You squeal, delighted, and Jake chuckles. “Yeah, you missed that, hm? Missed me being mean to your pretty ass?”

You whine softly, wiggling your hips at him, begging, “Fuck me, Jake. Please.”

Jake removes his loincloth before he grabs the base of his long, hardened cock. He slaps the thick head on your folds and you gasp, back arching as much as it can, a wordless plead for him.

And then Jake thrusts into you, filling your sopping pussy in one go, groaning when his hips meet yours.

You whimper as he pounds you, your body dragging across the table top every time he drives into you.

Jake holds onto your hips, watching the way your ass bounces on his thighs with his thrusts, and he can't help but spank you again, making you mewl.

“You fuckin' missed this, didn't you?” he chuckles. “You missed me dickin' you down from behind, having your pretty cunt stretched out for me.”

“Yes,” you reply, nodding. “I've needed it s'bad.”

Jake hisses as you clench around him, his cock bruising your cervix, dragging against your g-spot and making you tremble.

“'m gonna fill you with my cum, girl,” he tells you. “Gonna give you 'nother baby. You want that? Hm? Wanna be full of my baby again?”

You gasp, “Yes! Fuck, yes! I want another one! Please!”

Jake can already envision you, your stomach round with his child, your breasts large and swollen, your gentle demeanor, your being exhausted from the pregnancy. It gives him the chance to pamper you, to keep you at home, lying in bed while he takes care of you. He loves taking care of you, loves seeing his baby kicking inside you.

“I'll give you another one,” he promises, his ears folding back with the pleasure. “I'll give you another baby, girl.”

He reaches over his shoulder for his queue and connects it to yours. This makes you whine, body shaking, as you feel his pleasure. In return, Jake shudders when he senses how close you are.

“Come for me, darlin',” he says. “Come on my cock f'r me, yeah?”

You mewl, trying to respond, but the pleasure is too intense. Your body is quaking, the pleasure overcoming you as you feel your orgasm creep closer.

And then you come, body writhing, as you cry out, “Jake! Jake! Fuck, Jake!”

Jake feels your orgasm wash over you, feels how you fall limp, and it leads him to his own orgasm. He comes inside you, grunting as he spills his load into you, painting your insides white, ensuring to keep his cock in you in hopes that he'll get you pregnant.

Then, he leans down, his chest pressing against your back, and he kisses your shoulder. “We should have Mo'at keep the kids overnight more often, huh?”

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[falling-star-cygnus]

im still hung up on Adam hating seeing Lute cry if you couldn't tell

pr.2 of my previous Guitarspear fic❗ :D

basically- Adam's death was just a nightmare on Lute's part and he was actually only injured yes this is me being delulu

{The first man's palm is warm in his final death.}

{Lute shoots up in bed and chokes on a scream.}

{She can feel her chest heave, too hot tangled in her blanket and yet far too cold at the same time. Hot like the blood Adam left on her cheek. Cold like his hand}

{The exorcist slowly lowers herself back down onto the pillows, subconsciously brushing her fingers over her cheek to wipe away ichor that’s no longer there. Lute's heart is beating a mile a minute. She can feel it pulsing in her throat}

{The black and white feathers of her wings tremble, loudly broadcasting their presence and demanding to be soothed; the angel takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes}

{She was being silly.}

{Adam's cold hand on her cheek, his ragged inhales, the golden blood staining unholy ground, his final-}

{Lute throws her blankets off}

"Just a quick check,"

{She swears to herself, barely noticing her feet carrying her to Adam's quarters until she's gently pushing the door open}

{Adam's larger then life form is lying on his bed, facing the wall, and still.}

{Until a heaven-shattering snore disrupts the silence. Lute feels like she can breathe again}

{With a long sigh, Adam's lieutenant turns around to head back to her own room. The ache in her chest has lessened, thankfully, at seeing her boss alive and well. But somehow... it wasn't enough}

{Which was ridiculous, Lute was being ridiculous. What more could she possibly need? That was appropriate for someone of her status to ask for- that is. Obviously she couldn't just-}

{Lute is pressing her ear to Adam's chest before she's even processed she's entered his room.}

{The steady thump-thump-thump of his immortal heart is like a balm on her frazzled nerves. Her eyes close as a sigh of relief wracks her suddenly exhausted frame}

"huh- what the fuck? Lute?"

{Lute would like it on record that the sound that left her mouth at Adam's sleep-raspy voice was not a yelp in any shape or fashion}

"S-sir! I was just-"

{Just what!? Just listening to his heartbeat to reassure herself he wasn't dead? Just watching him sleep? She couldn't say that. Pathetic. She was being pathetic}

"You were just...?"

{Adam's not wearing his mask. Which makes sense, it's 3 in the morning and he was sleeping. Of course, the first man wasn't wearing his mask.}

{It's not like Lute was complaining about it, he was very attractive under his mask. He was attractive with it, if she was being hones with herself.}

"Just-"

{Lute can feel a familiar burn working it's way up her throat as Adam raises an expectant eyebrow. She can't meet his eyes anymore, her actions were beyond shameful. Beyond embarrassing. All because she was needy-}

"Ah- shit- tears... uh-"

{Nice, familiar, warm hands cup her face awkwardly. His thumbs clumsily try and rub away the salty tears that pour down her face unbidden. When had she started crying?}

{Lute can't really bring herself to care when those hands only further prove that her boss is alive in front of her.}

"C'mon Dangertits, don't cry! You're supposed to be badass!"

{It's so heart-wrenchingly close to what he had said to her on that day that Lute just cries harder. She can't get any words out, can't say anything to rectify her rather pathetic display. But- Adam almost died. Almost died in her arm. She's allowed to be upset damnit!}

"Fuck- uh- ah shit, Lute. Please? Please don't cry..."

{The first man is full of surprises tonight. First saying please and now dragging his lieutenant into his arms with a near frantic urgency}

{He holds her head gently to his chest, golden wings folding over the shaking exorcist in a protective barrier. That familiar thumping fills her ears again.}

{Lute can feel his hand card awkwardly through her silvery hair, the other resting on the stump of what's left of her arm. It feels... surprisingly nice}

"See? I'm- I'm ok, yeah? Takes more then some fuckin' cyclops with a needle to take the first man out."

{Now that Lute's not driving herself into a headache with sobs, she can hear the shaky notes of concern under his boasting. The hands pull her just a bit closer, and it's because of this closeness that she can hear:}

"...i hate seeing you cry."

{It's whispered so softly it's like a secret admission, like nobody but him was supposed to hear it; not even Lute}

"...so please, don't do it. Not for me."

{Adam buries his nose into the silver strands he's been finger brushing, moving his hand to hold the back of her neck instead}

{The exorcist's tears have died into sniffles, the expected headache raging inside her skull in sharp fireworks. Lute turns her head to the side, resting her cheek on Adam's shoulder and bringing her knees up to her chest}

{They stay like this for a good ten minutes or so. Until Lute is feeling tired enough to attempt sleep again and uncurl herself from her boss's comforting hold}

{The lieutenant doesn't want to leave his arms, embarrassingly enough. But she's overstayed her welcome and they both need their rest if-}

{Adam's wings drag her right back into him}

"Sir-!?" "Adam."

{Lute's jaw closes itself with a click as the first man cuts her off, laying back down on his side with his best friend in his arms}

"Just- Adam. Just for right now..."

{It's a rare show of vulnerability from him, drawn out from his lieutenant's tears. Lute can't bring herself to deny him anything, not when his arms and wings are holding her close like she's something precious}

"...Adam."

{They'll have to talk about- this- in the morning, probably. Whatever this is between them. Or maybe they won't. Maybe when Adam wakes up, Lute will have already fled back to her room. Maybe Lute will wake up in an empty bed far too big for smaller stature and tucked in a blanket.}

{Or maybe they'll wake up still tangled in each other, still with tears stains on their persons, still holding each other tight enough that neither Heaven nor Hell could pull them apart}

{Maybe they'll just be Lute and Adam. For a few more stolen moments.}

#GOD they're in love #ugh #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fanfic #guitarspear #adam x lute #lute x adam #hazbin adam #hazbin lute #vivziepop #adam hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel

[kafkacrisis]

Anything for you

characters: kafka.

warning(s): N.SFW, minors DNI, AFAB fem!reader, dom/sub dynamics (sub!reader & dom!kafka), sadom.asochism, crotch stepping & bootlicking, humiliation k¡nk, unhealthy devotion.

summary: punishments for insubordination are a necessary evil kafka particularly enjoys.

You can't imagine how you must look right now, wearing your dirtied uniform and leaned down on your knees in some dingy hotel room. Your legs ache from the pressure of them against the hard wood floors, specks of dust falling from the opened window onto your skin. Anyone could peer in and see you like this—completely at the mercy of your superior.

Kafka is above you, sat on the edge of the hotel bed, her arms and legs crossed. Her elegance looks out of place in the little run down room you're both camping out in for this mission. Her face trained into perfect boredom, and if you didn't know better, you truly would believe she was trying not to fall asleep.

"I really do not understand how you think sometimes," she finally speaks, the harsh sound of her voice almost making you wince.

You look up at her, eyes probably shining in anticipation. You see her jaw clench harder.

"You risked the entire mission, and for what? Are you just that—" her voice lowers as she stands to her full height, grabbing your face with a painful intensity, "—damn stupid?"

It's rare for Kafka to show any real emotion at all, much less the bone chilling rage she's trying and failing to contain now. In some sick, twisted way, you feel proud of yourself for getting her to react like this.

You open your mouth to speak, but you're cut off with a harsh slap against your cheek, the force of it knocking your head to the side. You let out a small gasp of surprise, mouth hanging open stupidly. She grabs your face again by the chin, pulling it up and to the side so you could lock eyes. Her expression is positively dangerous.

"I should know better than to count on your help," she rasps. "After all, you're just a useless moron who would do anything to get my attention—even if will get you killed."

Her foot raises, the heel of her boot pressing into your clothed thigh. You bite your lip, trying not to let out a cry of pain. She only continues, never releasing her harsh grip on your chin. Your lips wobble with the desire to babble obscenities, to tell her Yes, Kafka, I'd do anything for this, Kafka, please—

"I have to punish you for that stunt you pulled, you know that," Kafka mumbles, her fingers briefly relaxing, running along the curve of your jaw. "I can't do with everyone disobeying me. If you want me to do this, sit you down and hit you until you're coming untouched..."

She pauses, reaching to hold your face delicately with both of her gloved hands. Her thumb wipes away an errant tear from your eye, gentle in a way that almost makes you forget about her heel digging into your leg.

"Then just ask me, instead of doing those pitiful things to make me hurt you. I will welcome you into my arms every time, my sweet girl. You don't even need to ask."

You're crying now, for reasons you can't even begin to name. You've wanted your superior for so long, throwing yourself into danger to protect her, all so you could hear her scold you afterwards for being so reckless.

Kafka is everything to you. She has to know that.

"I will be yours for as long as you want me." Your words come out watery and choked up, remnants of your tears falling into your opened mouth. "Kafka, I—"

"Shh, shh, I know. It's alright," she leans down, her lips just barely brushing against your own, the kiss as chaste as could be. Her eyes are close to yours, the color so deep you could get lost in them forever. "Let me take care of you now, I promise I'll show you how much I desire you, too."

The toe of her boot pries open your legs, pushing against the seam of your pants, and you let out a scream. Kafka looks pleased with herself, her painted lips turning upwards into a familiar wry smile.

Your squeals eventually break off into broken pants, your breath escaping you in short bursts. The pressure feels so good, it feels even better knowing its Kafka doing this to you—but the pain of her boot against your clit is making your vision blacken at the edges.

"You're shaking like a leaf, but isn't this what you wanted?" Her mocking tone lights your blood on fire, and you cry out in disappointment when her boot leaves you. She leans back, her ankles crossed as she once again sits down on the edge of the bed. She leaves you there, choking and wheezing on the floor, painfully wet in the confines of your pants and underwear.

You look up at her, an attempt at pleading that Kafka only laughs at. She's enjoying every second of this, watching her beloved devotee squirm at every denial of pleasure.

She snaps her fingers and directs you forward, as if you were a dog meant to follow her every command. You're flushed down to your chest, with watery eyes and bruises on your arms from a previous battle—but Kafka doesn't seem to care if you're hurting or not. It feels so good to be treated this way, and you wonder (not for the first time), what wires got crossed in your brain to make you feel like this.

"My precious girl," she smiles, pushing your head down to the floor so you're eye level with her shoes. "Won't you clean my boots for me? I can't go out knowing they were up against you like that—isn't it much too vulgar?"

Your throat bobs as you swallow. She is having too much fun with this. You wish you wanted to say no, that the idea of being at Kafka's mercy and being a disgusting bootlicker upset you.

But it doesn't. And so you lower yourself down, and listen to Kafka's voice as you run your tongue along the top of her boot. The taste is inconsequential, it means nothing compared to the sound of Kafka breathing in sharply above you.

"You really would do anything if I asked you to, huh?" Kafka says, almost in disbelief herself. You can feel your heart aching, your eyes shut tightly as you think of how embarrassing this is. Its so fucking embarrassing to be doing this, you can't even think straight. You feel your clit throbbing against your tight pants, your hand itching to reach down and absolve yourself of the pressure.

She suddenly pulls her foot away, and in your embarrassment you can't even find it in yourself to look up and meet her eyes. You really just did that. She probably thinks you're gross. This could be it now—she's going to tell you to get up and leave.

"Get up here, now," she calls, holding her hand out for you to grab. With hesitancy, you reach to take her hand—your breath hitching when she yanks you up on top of the bed. She pushes you down with an urgency you just don't get, scrambling to unbutton your pants as you writhe and cry for it above her.

"Kafka, Kafka, please," you pant, chanting her name without pause. It hurts. You're so desperate for her, and it hurts more than any pain or humiliation she's subjected you to in the past hour.

"You're too good. Too willing to do anything for me," Kafka whispers into your neck as she rubs fingers against your now exposed cunt, rough and fast in their movements. Her gloves hurt, but the sensation of them is also so unbearably good it makes you want to screech. "I will keep you here, fuck you all the time til I'm the only person you care to remember. I promise."

You come after that, loud and messy—your face flushing once you realize how it had gotten everywhere. Kafka doesn't seem to mind though, watching the way you start to drift off into a deep sleep as she licks the remnants from her gloved fingers.

this was so nasty i'm sorry everyone. the demons took over and they wouldn't leave me be.

#kafka x reader #kafka x you #kafka x reader smut #kafka smut #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #hsr kafka #honkai star rail #!~lie is writing

[l1tw1ck]

Just imagine forcing twink sex slave gorou or omega gorou(EDIT: or just combine them to make omega twink sex slave gorou) to take your huge cock in his tiny little pussy as you choke him and make him beg for you to cum inside him and get him pregnant as tears stain his cheeks but in the morning your just taking care of him making sure you weren't too rough on the small puppy boy while you hold onto his leash. continuation: Forcing him to take your knot after he’s been feisty while he is begging, biting, scratching, kicking, screaming, sobbing, crying, everything to get you to stop, to get you off of him but you don’t care and just keep fucking him, telling he will be the perfect housewife/ trophy wife and after he’s all passed out or dazed and hazy you just fuck his throat until he can’t swallow anymore so then you start fucking his tight little ass and now you go even harder on him and just before you stop you leave one big deep mark right over his scent gland marking him as yours.

2nd continuation: if gorou is a brat treat him like one, cover him in markings and scratch’s so that everyone can see them until he is screaming that it hurts then make the mark on his scent gland even deeper so everyone knows that he belongs to you then you finally drag him by his leash to the businesses you own mainly your brothel/strip club where you sit in your personal area watching the girls but you have gorou naked on your lap as your fucking him where everyone can see him because of how big of a brat he as been today so he needs to be punished and you know he’s going to act out more to get you to stop so it’s a win-win for you but for gorou well he’ll be to busy crying and begging.

3rd continuation: Force gorou to wear a collar at all times and if he’s been really bad just bend him over a desk, onto a wall or just throw him on the ground and fuck his unwilling pussy and force him to call the you sir, daddy, master, etc and watch has his tears stain his face hell you could even record everything just to further his humiliation and embarrassment and threaten that if he ever acts out again that you will post everything.

4th continuation: one day gorou had been a massive brat and completely disobeyed you but you didn’t punish him yet and over the next few days you treated him like a good puppy but then 2 weeks later gorou would wake up blindfolded, gagged, hands handcuffed together behind a chair with a vibrating dildo in his cute little pussy and a vibrater in his ass both on max power and you are just watching this pathetic little mutt cry and muffled whimpers and when you take the gag out he promises a good round of sex if you just let him go but you put the gag back in his mouth and leave him until the morning because he is already your omega twins sex slave so you can already fuck him wherever and whenever you want even if he doesn’t want it he belongs to you and he needs to realize that or he will never get his good boy title back. And when you do come back in the morning gorou is passed out and drooling so you dump some cold water on him to wake him up and remark his scent gland telling him that he belongs to you.

(Here is the next course of your meal served by the 🦊- anon)

i love thsisijzjdkskskckx ty for the meal 🤤

#wick🕯speaks

[messysketchyobeyme]

I wish you would write a fic where asmo is just sobbing and throwing up clinging to the mc and how much he loves them and just him being obsessed w them and not wanting to physically separate from them

Selfishness

Asmodeus/Gn!Reader

Word Count: 594 words

A/N: Asmo's a freak *makes out with him*

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Asmodeus’ nails were quite alluring: long sharp, and always sporting a dazzling array of colors. It was interesting to see what design he’d show off next, and which trends he would start.

You liked his nails a little less when they were digging into your shoulder blades.

“Ah, Asmo!” you hissed, “You're hurting me.”

Asmodeus clung to you harder, closing what little gap that was between you two. He trembled, as he buried his face into your chest, his body wracked with sobs. You leaned against your bed frame, and Asmodeus followed suit, laying down on top of you.

“You can’t–you can’t–” It was difficult to parse what he was saying through his crying. “You can’t do this to me!”

You patted him on his back, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of your moist shirt. “Do what, exactly?” You didn't have the faintest idea what he was talking about.

He didn't clarify, only screaming out, “You can’t!” over and over again until his voice was starting to sound raw.

“Asmo, come on. Look at me,” you said. You held the side of his wet face, brushing your thumb against his cheek. You intended to wipe away his tears, but your thumb became soaked, instead.

Asmodeus seized your wrist and gripped it in a manner that was harsher than necessary. You winced, sucking in a sharp inhale through your teeth. “No,” he hiccupped, “I don't want to see my face.”

You tried to shake your hand out of his hold, but he wouldn’t budge. “Then, can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” You tried to readjust yourself, but Asmodeus' grip tightened, refusing to let you move an inch.

He whimpered, seemingly mulling over what to tell you and how much. Then, he spoke, “I love you…I love you so much…” His voice sounded stilted, like he was trying not to break down into tears, again. “I never felt like this before…to love someone without wanting them just for sex or treating them like a plaything to discard once I got bored.” Asmodeus let go of your hand to allow himself to hug you so tightly that it took your breath away. “I care about you more than I care about myself, so that’s why you can’t…you can’t…” 

“I can’t?”

Asmodeus wailed, “You can’t leave me for anyone else! I wouldn't be able to take it!” He screamed, his breath becoming more and more ragged with each choked sob. “Don’t you get it? I'm obsessed with you! I think about you all the time. I need to spend all of my time with you! You can't love anybody more than me! You can’t do that or else I'll! I'll!” 

His words became incoherent babbles, as they became lost in his sobs. He was shaking.

You kissed the top of his head. “I love you, Asmo. You're the most important person in my life. I would never leave you for someone else.”

It took a while for Asmodeus’ tears to die down, but they did eventually. He rested his hands against the small of your back. You were grateful that he was no longer harming you, at least.

He sniffed. “Really?” 

“Really.”

Asmodeus hummed, not saying anything else. He tilted his head to the side, and you got a good look at his tear-stained face. His mascara streaked down his cheeks in large clumps, his eyes were red and puffy, and his lips were pulled into a pinched expression that you couldn't quite place.

He looked awful.

You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed you back.

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #Asmodeus x Reader #Drabble #Ask #I think I have written a couple of fics with a similar premise #haven't I?

[byuntrash101]

Are requests open for a little blurb? Sorry if you've already done it OR if you'd rather not do it.

Been thinking about sub!Jongho with a soft Dom reader. Corruption kink. He's such a sweet baby bear. But we all know he's also strong. I low key want to ruin him and then pamper him. 🫠

shiiiiiiii.......... im going insane again. thanks anon! this is perfection!

tags: dom!reader, STRONG sub!jongho, mommy kink (cause i can't help it), strengh kink (kinda), edging, overstim, multiple orgasms, a little aftercare <3

"mommyyyyy... p-please" boyfriend!jongho cries, his face burried in your chest as you slow down the pace once again. you loved to torture him just like that. riding him, going deep and hard but slowing down everytime you felt him twitch inside you. you loved to watch him squirm and cry and go completely insane until he was begging for release.

he's always such a good boy, the most obedient little toy. so it's a surprise when jongho wraps his hands around your waist. even if he doesn't push or hold you down. it's still unusual for him.

"p-please mommy i wanna... c-cum" he whimpers, struggling between each words.

"no!" you say firmly trying to swat his hands away. but they stay put as you sink down agonizingly slow on his aching cock. "not yet baby" you lift yourself up again, not changing the pace. and pulling on jongho's wrists but he doesn't budge. his grip growing even tighter around your hips, clenching like his life depends on it. and given the desperate look of need he throws you right now, is life just might actually depend on it.

"mommy i-i... i" he starts as you feel him push you down on his cock. "i can't help it" he finally says smashing you down on his lenght only to pull you back up, his hips matching the pace he sets for himself. going absolutely crazy.

"i need to cum... in... mommy's p-pussy" he says, his breath short as he fucks his thick cock up inside you, forcing your hips to go up and down on his red swollen member.

jongho is usually such an obedient little boy toy it's easy for you to forget how strong he actually is. but he's reminding you right now, just how much stronger than you he is. there's nothing you can do to fight him off as he forcefully uses his mommy's wet and tight little cunt to cream in.

"ok baby. go ahead cum" you give up, letting your sub lose his mind completely as he pumps you full of piping hot cum, whimpering a string of incoherent but grateful words.

once he slows down, he finally lets go of your painfull hips, bruised under his strong grip.

But you don't let him breathe, your start bouncing your ass up on his still fully hard cock before he can come down.

"mommyyy" he cries through gritted teeth, pushing his head back into the soft pillow.

"you were a really bad boy. now you'll have to take your punishment without making a fuss" you sternly say as you bounce harder. your cunt completely constricting him.

the overstimulation is so overwhelming that jongho's voice goes high pitched, rambling on about how sorry he is and how he'll never disobey you again and begging, imploring you to stop torturing his poor pathetic cock. but every single one of his pleads go in through one of your ear and right back out the other.

you continue to chase your high without much consideration for him, like he did to you a second ago.

then you finally reach it, you cum on jongho's cock, even being able to rip a second orgasm from him, leaving him screaming for mercy and begging under you. forcing the second load out of his exhausted cock and fucking it deep into your clenching and thrbobing cunt, your own cum spraying jongho's bare chest and even reaching his gaping mouth.

"there you go, good job baby" you coo, soothing him as you slow down and his whimpers quiet down.

you crash next to him as he rolls on his side and burry his face into your chest. you carress his back and wrap your arms around his face envelopping him in a protective hug.

"i'm sorry mommy" he lightly sobs, his voice muffled by your breasts prssed against his mouth "mommy's pussy felt so good on my cock... i couldn't help it"

"It's okay baby" you say, frowning at the soreness on your hips. "you made it up to mommy right after" you kissed the corwn ofn his head "i forgive you"

you just cant be mad at him.

#jongho smut #ateez smut #jongho hard hours #ateez hard hours #kpop smut #atz smut #jongho #ateez jongho #sub!idol #choi jongho #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez drabble #jongho fanfic

[macabrecake]

hey bby cake 💕

I’d like to request some rough needy sex with re6 Leon? man’s living in my head RENT FREE.

Oooh Gab you're speaking my language right now! I already got a weakness for the more desperate kind of sex then you throw my beloved into that mix and it's just d a m n 😩👌🏻 Also I feel that on a personal level. Man's taken up residence in my brain space and STILL hasn't left.

Warning: Children you know the drill- don't touch this or I'm giving Wesker your IP addresses.

It was supposed to be just one more little kiss goodbye. Leon was simply going to work, even if that work is taking him across the globe to China so that he can apprehend the absolute madman that is Derek C. Simmons. You'd be lying through your teeth if you said you weren't terrified to let him go. Especially after seeing the news about the fate of Tall Oaks.

It was just one more kiss.

Now you're already three releases in and your husband is still pounding his heavy cock into your gushing pussy with deep rooted need while groaning, damn near almost whining into the crook of your neck. Your legs are shaky with oversensitivity but remain wrapped around his waist as he pushes you deeper into the bed, close to suffocating you, yet you gladly welcome it with zero hesitation and another cry of his name.

"That's it, sweetheart. Fuck...~ Keep screaming." Leon whispers breathlessly against your lips, words coming out slurred with lust as his grip tightens around your waist and on your wrists that were trapped above your head. His hips slamming into you harder to abuse that spot, making your slippery walls quiver around him. There's no mistaking that that's gonna leave some rather visible bruises later. Neither one of you mind though, they'll match nicely with the ones on your hips, neck, and tits anyway.

The way his breath dances across your skin, tangling with the smell of his favorite mint gum, has you quietly whimpering before surging to catch his lips. Which he hastily returns. Both of you barely breaking apart to take in a small gasp of air before frantically colliding with each other again. Until you feel that all too familiar heat starting to rise in your core.

"Le- on!~" You whimper in a feeble attempt to warn him. Which he hushes with another kiss before pressing his forehead against yours, gorgeous blue eyes blown with adoration and peeking at you through shiny golden blonde locks. "I know baby." Knows that after this he'll really have to go then. Have to answer his phone that's been ringing probably for the fifth or seventh time now. Have to leave you here alone with the worst case scenarios. Can't even give you the proper aftercare you deserve.

Leon can, however, certainly fuck you senseless as a reminder that this is most definitely what you're gonna get when he comes back. And he will come back.

That's a goddamn promise.

A promise he silently speaks by letting go of your wrists in order for his thick fingers to interwine with your dainty ones and give them a gentle squeeze, allowing your shared rings to touch. That's when you fall. Only moans and the chant of his name are what comes tumbling from your lips as your free hand tangles in his soft hair. Leon feels you shake as you cling to him tighter, loving the way your juices drench him, pulling a rough groan from deep within his chest while he sandwiches you even closer to him. Ridding any possible space left when his own body suddenly stills and trembles, making your velvety walls take every last drop of his cum.

He stays there for a minute or two after that, listening to your soft pants while you slowly start to relax around him. Then, just when he thought his heart couldn't ache anymore, he feels you gently nuzzle against him. Pairing with a quiet sniffle. His lips find yours again, pouring all of his passion into it. "I'll come back. I promise you." Leon whispers, his words bearing no sense of uncertainty, as he wipes your tears away.

You're able to smile some at that statement, because you can honestly believe it. He's been through it all before, he can do it again. Leon smiles back at you before giving another quick peck then carefully pulls himself out and moves you up into a sitting position. After a quick clean up, he drapes his leather jacket around your form, finding it adorable when he sees just how big it was on you. Even takes a quick picture with his phone for 'motivation.' "Mind keeping that warm for me?"

Your cheeks heat up, but you giggle and nod. "Only if you consider wearing vests more often." His brow irks at that, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glances at the new outfit he was wearing, tactical vest and all. You can practically see the ideas forming in his head, knowing damn well he's gonna run wild with that now. "Deal."

With that, you manage to steal one last kiss. "I love you." You whisper, far more confident now. Seeing him standing before you, like a well armored king that's ready for battle, he's going to win. You know it. Plus, like he promised, he'll make it up to you later.

"I love you too, Mrs. Kennedy."

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #here we go again #re6 leon ask comes up #i just RUN with it #i don't know when or where to stop #cause this man has got me down that bad 😭😭😭 #re6 leon slut? #yes that's me!

[saintmurd0ck]

Huge congratulations for hitting 500 followers!! Your blog is one of my favorites and is always the first place I go when I need to read fluffy, comfort fics (or get completely unhinged and horny because goddamn you write good smut 😫)

ANYWAY, can i possibly get some headcanons on how matt acts when you beg him to cum inside you for the first time 😵 I'm spiralling just about how he'd fuck his cum into you, and when he pulls out he'd be so mesmerised watching it drip down your thighs 😫😫

SCREAMING

first off, thank you so so so so much. this made me smile and blush so hard, thank you 🥺 it means the absolute world to me that you've said this, i often doubt myself and it really helps when i read words like yours.

i hope i can do you justice for your incredible, amazing request! <3

p.s. also tagging @mindidjarin and @itwasthereaminuteago as per our conversation from a couple days ago ;)

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smut headcanons | matt's breeding kink

matt stills himself inside you, his grip around your throat and stomach loosening. there's no way he heard what you said correctly–

"matt."

he arches his eyebrows as he moves his hips, drawing out a moan from you. "huh?"

"i said, i want you to cum inside me."

he sputters, torn between two hard places, moving his hips again instinctively. a soft groan leaves his lips as you tighten around him, willing himself to back down from the edge you've so easily brought him to.

you moan again, throwing your head back into matt's neck. "i mean, only if y-you're comfortable with it. and i'm on the pill if that worries you."

"sweetheart are you... are you sure?" matt rasps. he's somehow harder than he was before, and your words spur a desire deep inside him, a desire he's tried to suppress for a very long time.

your change your tone. it's more stern now, more of a command than a request. "i want to feel your cum inside me. i want to feel it dripping out of me after. i want you to mark me as yours."

he growls, breath coming out in shallow pants as one hand finds your throat again. with the other, he brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, leaving your neck exposed. then, with his chest pressed into your back, his cock still deep inside you, he wraps his free arm around your stomach.

he's got you exactly where he wants you.

"you want my cum, sweetheart?" he grunts in your ear, grinning as he picks up on your racing heartbeat.

"yes, matty," you breathe, whimpering as he nips your earlobe, face pushing into the sheets.

"be a good girl and take it for me, okay?"

he pistons his hips into yours, ignoring the obscene slapping of flesh that echoes throughout his bedroom, relishing in the orgasms he coaxes out of you with his cock.

that angle is too good, too deep for him... and before long, he's groaning, sloppy thrusts an indication that he can't hold off for much longer. you're so wet, so tight for him and he's cursing and feeling your skin on his and...

he explodes inside you, crying out your name, burying his face into your back. you don't care his stubble scratches at you, that that vice of a hand grips your neck with a ferocity you've never seen.

"matty," you whisper, feeling his warmth spread inside you, feeling his muscles go rigid as he holds you close, cock still pumping.

"fuck!" he yells, dragging himself out of you until just the very tip of him remains.

before you can speak he fills your body with his again, the mix of both your arousals making it so easy for him to slide back in.

he fucks his cum into you until he's satisfied; until you can't give him any more and you're both spent beyond belief. when he eventually pulls out, he sniffs the air, chuckling lowly at the scent of his cum dripping out of you.

"you gonna clean me up, matty?" you ask, flipping onto your back and propping yourself up on your elbows.

his smirk runs a chill through your body. "you know what, angel? i think i'm gonna wait just a little longer."

#matt murdock #matt murdock smut #daredevil #daredevil smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fanfic #x reader #rhi writes 💻 #rhi responds 💌 #saintmurd0ck 500 milestone celebration

[faggotmox]

Claudio fucking someone up against the wall so hard they break the wall?

dude, wont lie to you i wrote this so stoned, so quick & excited abt my bf coming to visit. also thank you so much for giving me a reason to finally write some claudio fucking post that josh barnett match. that match was an awakening for me.

so like fair warning: humiliation kink, blood kink, wound kink, violence kink, size kink, ect ect bcc being the bcc, bcc being insane abt each other

pairing: jon moxley/claudio ccastagnoli, bcc poly, one-sided mox/josh barnett (as a treat lol)

rated: porn ofc

"Fuck!" Mox shouted as his back hit the wall hard, his legs barely losing their hold on the cut hips pinning him to the wall. "Harder!"

Claudio growled deep in his chest as he took a sturdier stance and gave even more powerful thrusts. They were both incredibly desperate. The match had left Mox's mouth watering, and Claudio feeling superhuman. Every muscle in his body was exhausted from the Warmaster but Claudio felt too good to even acknowledge it. The screaming strain of his muscles, the pain from the bruises and bumps made Claudio even more turned on as Mox begged for more of his cock.

One hand slammed against the wall while the other kept a strong grip on Mox's hip. He fucked the other man like they'd never get the chance again. It was sublime. Claudio felt everything in that moment wrapped in Mox’s tight heat.

"I said harder, bitch!" Mox moaned, his head thumping back harshly against the wall.

"Want me to throw you around?" Claudio slammed Mox against the wall again. He watched the smaller man's eyes roll back in his head. "You love it when I do this. Little slut likes to be manhandled."

"Fuck, I'm gonna come keep sayin' shit like that." Mox had the breath knocked out of him, the dizzy haze of pleasure blanketing everything feeling. 

“You’re cute when you’re fucked out and dazed.” Claudio smirked at the cloudy eyes and happy expression looking back at him. Mox really was in his element and Claudio loved delivering a rough fuck. A different kind of dream match. “Look at me.” 

“Claudo, please.” Mox looked up at the huge man holding him up. His body arching into the muscular chest. “Need-- ah!”

“You want this big bitch to fuck you until you cry? I've done it before." Claudio slammed Mox against the wall again before grabbing both hips and giving it all he had.

"Claudio!" Mox's rough voice broke on the scream, his legs hiking up higher to give a better angle. "Oh, god." Talking later was going to be difficult. 

"I beat Josh Barnett." Claudio whispered into his ear, biting at his shoulder. "You've fought him, felt him on top of you. Felt what his strikes feel like, how his holds hurt. He's incredibly strong. He threw me like I weighed nothing, I bet he threw you so hard you jerked off to it." 

"Claudio, fuck, please." Mox sobbed, his eyes closed again as he bucked against the hard, devastating thrusts. 

"He put me through it all too, and I won." Claudio moaned as he felt Mox tense and tighten around his huge cock. The other man knew what was coming. "You couldn't take it, right? Josh was just...too big? Too strong? Too hot over you?" Claudio smirked at the broken noise Mox made.

"Please, please! Fuck me!" Mox begged, pulling himself closer to make Claudio slam him again.

So Claudio did. Hard. As hard as he could. Too hard. The plaster gave way under the assault. They fell through together, Claudio tried to move and protect Mox when he realized he couldn’t stop them from going through.They both cursed as they felt themselves go through plaster and wood and whatever else made the flimsy wall.

The dust settled. Mox moaned in unpleasant pain as he tried to push Claudio off him. They'd fallen, mostly, through into some storage closet. Luckily a large metal shelf caught most of their fall. A bucket dropped off the shelf and banged against Mox’s arm.

"Shit." Mox's hysterical laughter bubbled up. "Oh, shit. You fucked me through a wall, big guy."

"Are you okay?" Claudio had to push himself up and roll out of the rubble. "I did." He paused for just a moment before laughing too. "I fucked you through a door once in 2011."

"Oh, shit. How'd I forget about that?" Mox was carefully extracted from the fallen wall, carefully not to rack himself on anything. "That was good. So was this. Oh." He pulled his hand away from his back to find blood. "You stepped it up this time. We got color too."

"Ha!" Claudio turned Mox to check the damage. "That's pretty bad."

"So are yours." Mox pointed out. 

"Mine?" Claudio pulled back and started checking himself over. Low and behold he was also covered in blood too. "Oh."

"You okay, big guy?" Mox checked the cut on both their elbows, almost comparing them before moving to look at the laceration on Claudio’s forehead.

"Didn't even feel it." Claudio grinned at the fascinated look directed at him. "I'm okay. I don't think I even hit my head. A piece of wood bounced back."

"Wow." Mox whistled. "There's uh...ond on your chest too." The blood had started getting caught in the fine chest hair. "Sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I am. Are you about to ask if we can finish, Jon?" Claudio grabbed Mox by the hips again and brought him close. Blood was streaked over the other man’s hip on the injured side.

"You bet your fine ass. Finish the job or it's a No Contest." Mox smirked at the fired up look on his partner’s face. 

"Come here then." Claudio grabbed him; forcing Mox to jump up onto his hips again before sitting on the couch. "Ride the winner."

"Oh fuck yes. Can I--?" Mox's eyes were stuck on the chest wound. Blood ebbing out in small trickles.

The pooling blood was mesmerizing his partner so Claudio ran his hand through the red liquid then smeared it onto Mox's face. Most of it marked Mox’s cheek, some of it caught his beard and nose. Something flipped in Mox’s head as everything short circuited in his body at the treatment. 

"Yes. Fuck yourself. Hard too." Claudio grunted. "And be quick. You have to get out there for Bryan's match. I have to make sure you don't get hard at the desk by fucking you good now."

"Oh, God, I'm gonna be fucked up after that match." Mox shifted around untl he found the right angle and lowered himself onto Claudio again. A heavy moan was drawn out of them as they were rejoined.

"Maybe we'll gangbang you later." Claudio smirked at the look of pure want on the other. "That's it, baby. Ride me good."

"Love you." Mox grinned as he leaned down to kiss Claudio, making sure to get the blood everywhere.

+++

After their ‘match’ Claudio quickly worked to clean up Mox just enough he could be on TV. The pout he gave when Claudio wiped off his face nearly made him miss Bryan’s match. Bandages were quickly applied to the few blood spots and Mox was redressed.

They had purposely just slapped something on Mox’s woods so he would be bloody under the shirt. No one would know except them. And the other two after the show. Somehow Mox was still bloody for work. 

“What did you two do?” Yuta asked as he and Bryan walked into their hotel room to find the pair finally tending to their wounds appropriately. 

“Claudio fucked Mox through the wall.” Bryan supplied as he stepped past Yuta, totally unphased by the circumstances of their hotel room. “Why do you think the wall was broken in the locker room, Wheeler?” 

“Seriously?” Yuta blinked at the snickering pair.

“He got a victory lap so I wouldn’t get hard during Bryan’s match.” Mox explained, he had to lift his arm above his head to allow Claudio space to put a few butterfly bandages on a cut. “It was really hot too. We were covered in blood.”

“You’re disgusting.” Yuta grinned, leaning down to kiss Mox. It was a compliment after all. “And you,” Yuta kissed the side of Claudio’s head instead since the man was working. “Freak.” 

“Shithead.” Mox mumbled. “Claudio kept slamming me into the wall. When can you do that, Yuta?” 

“Shut up.” Yuta rolled his eyes. “I’d put you through one of these walls right now if you weren’t already messed up.” 

“Sure, sure. Know what? Just for that, I’ll line up a match with Josh for ya, kid.” Mox smirked at the terrified expression Yuta gave him.

“We all know you just want to fuck Barnett, Mox.” Bryan sighed as he laid back in bed. The dragon was satisfied. Mostly.

“That big bitch.” Mox scoffed. “He’s a fuckin’ tease is what he is.”

“You love a big bitch.” Claudio gave Mox a peck on the mouth. “You’re all bandaged.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re hot when we play doctor.” Mox slid a little closer to Claudio.

“I basically just fucked Zack Sabre, Jr. in the ring and you’re trying to get seconds?” Bryan glared at both of them. “I beat Zack.” Bryan grinned. “I can’t wait to wrestle him again.”

“Yuta, go apologize for losing by keeping Bryan busy. I wanna fuck Claudio again.” Mox shooed the other away as he tossed his leg over Claudio’s hip. “After all, Claudio beat Josh, and I haven’t. Only right.”

“You’re fucking weird, dude.” Yuta shook his head as he jumped onto the bed with Bryan. 

“We’re all weird. Now,” Bryan pushed his shorts down. “Suck my dick while I watch them.”

#no beta #in a hurry #kisses will tag later #rangerwritten #claudio castagnoli #jon moxley #bryan danielson #wheeler yuta #fanfiction #fanfic #aew fic #fic #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #bcc #blackpool combat club #bcc fic

[irlkdj]

ORV AND THE POWER OF CHOICE

I’d like to start with Kim Dokja. From the very beginning of the novel, he made the claim that it was easier to be alone. That is was “comfortable.” Despite this proclamation, he lays his life down time and time again for his companions. He /chooses/ a harder path: a path of love, a path that he was never shown personally.

"I really don't understand it. Why are you helping me, Hyunsung hyung and the noonas? If you are alone... you would be able to survive better."

He could calmly speak such words before his death. Maybe this kid's mind was already dead.

"Yes, you are right." Another ground rat fell to the ground with its head cut off. "It is comfortable to live alone, eat alone and survive alone. But..."

The “But..” really takes me out because he’s saying it is easier. But I don’t want easy. I want you. I want all the problems that come with saving you. I want to die for you. I want to be with you until the end of this.

He makes the conscious choice to protect his companions, shielding them best he can from the dangers of the scenarios, even if it comes at the cost of his own life. He doesn’t ever consider the unhealable wounds his companions are left with when he sacrifices himself. I think this is him attempting to protect people the way he yearned to be protected. I see this especially with Shin Yoosung, Lee Gilyoung, and Lee Jihye. 

“I saw the party members screaming in despair.

[ Why are you trying to save them? You can see the ending even if you live alone. ]

‘The ending is only meaningful if they are there.’”

“It was all planned and ahjussi used us for your purpose. Let's say we are characters of that damn Ways of Survival and everything is set!" Lee Jihye was crying, watching me while biting her pallid lips. ‘Then… why did you throw your life away for us so many times?’”

“Answer me! If we are really characters in a fictional novel, why did you die for us over and over?”

“Tell me that I did good until now – whether I made the wrong choices or not, whether I would get to see the desired conclusion when I reach the end of this story or not.”

“Kim Dokja's salvation was cruel. Like rescuing a drowning person with a blade, those saved by him were inflicted an unhealable wound.”

Now I’d like to talk about Han Sooyoung. The woman who made the conscious choice to save that boy who thought he couldn’t be saved. I want to remind you, Kim Dokja isn’t anyone extraordinary. Which is why Han Sooyoung’s love for him is so.. special. At the end of the day, Kim Dokja was just a kid struggling with abuse and the arrest of his mother. A kid who liked to read. A lot of Kim Dokja’s story is about learning that it’s actually /okay/ to let people care about you. It’s not selfish to want people to love you, or to yearn for a family. To wish you could’ve had more than you did. Han Sooyoung gave up every single one of her nights and slept her days away to write for him. To most, Kim Dokja was just a lousy employee, a quiet guy who wasted his days away on his phone. But to Han Sooyoung, that man was worth destroying the entire world for. She made the /choice/ to save him. Her actions prove that you don’t need to be amazing to be worth saving. You don’t need to be the “main character,” and you don’t need to sacrifice yourself to be worthy of the care others so desperately want to give you. Sometimes, people just genuinely love you. Even when it feels impossible, or as if we are undeserving. Han Sooyoung making that decision. The decision to save Kim Dokja, to /love/ him. I think that’s one of the most powerful things we can do as human beings. To choose to be there for someone. To choose to show up every day. To /choose/ to do things that hurt because we want to ensure the wellbeing and happiness of another. Han Sooyoung would do it all over again. She wouldn’t take a moment back. 

This brings me to YooHan—something we need to talk about more. Han Sooyoung essentially crafted Yoo Joonghyuk, looked at him and said: I am going to destroy your life to save someone. And Yoo Joonghyuk said: okay, I will let you destroy me. I will watch my world fall to pieces over and over again. I will suffer. I will be put through agony. I will question why any of this is happening to me. I will struggle every day with the meaning of my miserable life. And I will carry this burden with you. Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk did everything they could to save that lonely Kim Dokja. I often think about secretive plotter when he found out about Oldest Dream. When he was exposed to the reality of his agony, when his tormentor was finally revealed. But when he set his eyes upon that sad, pathetic, lonely little boy crying and repeating “I am Yoo Joonghyuk,” it was all.. okay. His story had saved someone. Secretive plotter who has been drowning in an eternal misery was almost.. content. And Kim Dokj was confused by his reaction. He couldn’t comprehend why Secretive Plotter wasn’t lashing out at Oldest Dream as Dokja had tried to do. This couldn’t possible be the ending he wanted, right? How could he be okay with this. He should kill that monster. That /monster/. He should end his miserable life for all the torment he put him through. That monster.. is me. I am a monster. Who could love us. Who /would/ love something so vile and useless. Who would possibly care about the well being of me. 

Yes. Han Sooyoung created Yoo Joonghyuk. And much of his story is about his sense of agency, struggling between the lines of what was written for him, and the choices he made based off his own free will. And while Yoo Joonghyuk was written /for/ Kim Dokja, Han Sooyoung never wrote that he would /love/ Kim Dokja. Again, he made a conscious decision. He made the conscious choice to love that man. Yoo Joonghyuk always felt as though things were out of his control, like his actions were not his own—a puppet, just as Secretive Plotter described him. But he /did/ make his own choices. He loved his companions. He loved Han Sooyoung. He loved Kim Dokja.

Han Sooyoung /chose/ to write that story. Kim Dokja /chose/ to read it. And to some extent, Yoo Joonghyuk /chose/ to live it. 

I think orv has a lot of themes. But at its core I really do believe it’s about learning that even when we feel like the worst person, the most horrible, disgusting, and unlovable monster on planet earth, someone out there will choose to love you. Again, I say choose intentionally here. To choose to remember the things someone loves. To choose to be there when they need you. To /choose/ to shoulder their burdens despite your own which you are already carrying. Someone out there wants you to exist. Someone out there wants you to live. Orv teaches its readers that if we are all a little patient, maybe someday someone will choose to love you. Someone will decide that yes, you are worth moving Heaven and Hell for. I love you, despite your issues. I choose to love you because you can’t love yourself. I will show you how much I love you when words can’t express it. One day, I hope someone writes a story for you. And I hope that one day, you will no longer be lonely. And finally, understand what it feels like to be loved. 

#orv novel #orv #orv omniscient reader's view point #orv yjh #kdj #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #han sooyoung #yoohankim #irlkdj

[juniper-sunny]

The Art in the Heart - Chapter 20

In the aftermath of the breakup, life in the Undercity gets even harder...

Everybody Lives AU | Pre-Act I | Silco x Reader | Female!Reader | Slow Burn | Smut | Fluff | Mild Angst || SFW | TW: Drowning | WC: 3.53k

ao3 || Masterlist || Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 3.5 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 7.5 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19

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The first week is fine.

There’s plenty of work to keep you occupied. Cleaning, scrubbing, teaching, cooking, laundry, grocery runs, administering first aid, nursing sick children back to health, prepping new beds, stocking up on supplies and preserved foods, asking the local homeless to please stop by the orphanage for a safe place to wait out the oncoming rainstorm…

It’s all hands on deck at Janna’s Hearth. Most of your nights are spent there now. Staying at your Promenade apartment would mean more wasted time traveling to and from the Undercity. 

Besides, it’s less lonely at the orphanage.

And the children need you to be brave and strong. 

You barely have the time or energy to paint. It’s a good thing you haven’t taken on any new commissions. 

Not that you’ve found the inspiration to paint anything in particular. Except filling whole canvases with teal, turquoise, aquamarine… looking for a specific color, either blue or green or a combination of both… 

It would be nice to see his eyes again. Just as a reference.

He’s never coming to see you again. And you’re not going to go looking for him. That’s a promise. But you just want to figure out the exact color of his irises. Just out of an artistic curiosity, of course. 

After that, you’ll never think of him again. 

Never ever. 

But the gods seem to have other plans in mind.

Trash duty at Janna’s Hearth is one of the harder tasks at the orphanage. All the little wastebaskets in every single room really add up. The kitchen always produces the most waste: eggshells, fruit peels, animal bones, cans, the occasional broken dishware, and more… it’s compounded by all the new people you need to feed. But it’s work worth doing. Everyone who comes for shelter gets a warm, hearty meal. Even seconds if they want it. 

You don’t normally mind having to make multiple trips to the dumpster. 

Up until Silco arrives. Walking slowly towards you while you’re lugging trash bags through the kitchen’s backdoor into the alleyway.  

He looks the same as ever. Tall, slender, unruffled, dropping a cigarette to the ground and grinding it out with his boot. An elegant hand resting on the handle of a closed umbrella that he holds by his side like a cane. 

It doesn’t seem fair. Has he spent any nights crying himself to sleep the same way you have? If he has, it doesn’t show on his face. 

He should shove himself in the dumpster, right next to the trash bags you’re about to toss in. 

No, he should hug and kiss you. Reaffirm his devotion to you and commit to staying by your side. 

No, he should go away without saying a single word. 

He doesn’t do any of those things. Just calls out your name hesitantly. 

You don’t hit him or scream at him or cry or tell him to go to hell. Even when the anger and hurt flare up again, an inferno in your chest and face and ears. 

There’s still more trash bags to take out, after all. 

Ignoring him proves to be pretty easy. Pick up two trash bags, maybe one if you need both hands, then throw them into the dumpster. Some of them are too heavy, so you just lean those against the wall. You’ll need to ask Kharon to take care of them later. 

Grab, lift, throw. Grab, lift, throw. Grab, lift, throw…

Silco doesn’t try to get your attention again. But he takes the bags you can’t carry and easily tosses them in. 

“You don’t need to do that,” you tell him flatly. Acknowledging him for the first time. 

“I don’t mind,” he says quietly. “Do you have some time?” 

“No.” 

“Please?”

“No.” 

He seems to get the point now. Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, before continuing, “Well, this is yours. I meant to return it sooner… I rather hope later is better than never.”

The umbrella. The same one you left at The Last Drop. It’s being held out to you now, handle first. 

“Keep it. It’s going to rain tonight,” you say.  

“I’m alright.”

“Keep it.” 

“I appreciate your generosity, but—”

“It’s just a stupid umbrella. Keep it.”

He continues standing there. Withdrawing his hand to hold it awkwardly, as if he didn’t know what else to do with it. 

“Do you need my assistance with anything? I heard that the orphanage is opening its doors to provide shelter. Perhaps I could offer a helping hand,” he says formally. 

“We’re fine,” the words slip out of you automatically. Although that’s true, another volunteer would still be a big help. But why did it have to be him, of all people? “You should get going.”

Before you close the door behind you, you stare at him. Making eye contact and hoping that your expression is neutral. “I’m sure you have more important things to do that I’m distracting you from.” 

The heavy door swings shut, and you make sure to throw the lock as loudly as you can. It slides home with a satisfying clunk. 

But whatever small prick of vindication you might have felt is almost immediately overwhelmed by grief and hurt. All this just because you saw your ex. 

Gods, you weren’t even together that long. Less than a year. You need to pull yourself together. 

You’re fine. 

You’re fine without him. 

You’re going to be fine. 

Luckily, you manage to make it to the shower before you start crying.

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The next week is less fine. 

The rains are worse than anticipated. You should have known better than to rely on Piltie forecasts. They always downplay the rainy season because they have the money and infrastructure to endure it. Probably the worst thing that happens to Topsiders is the cancellation of vacation or travel plans. 

In the Undercity, a bout of bad weather can be a matter of life or death. 

You and everyone else at Janna’s Hearth are determined to protect as many people as you can. But the storm isn’t the only thing you need to worry about.

Loud screaming and banging echoes loudly in the hallways when you emerge from the laundry room. 

Are the kids safe?? You sprint towards the source. Seems like it’s coming from the entrance hall. Whoever’s making that noise, they’re liable to wake up the children during their afternoon nap. 

It’s quite the bizarre sight waiting for you: Nyle is pinned to the ground by Kharon, one arm twisted behind her back. Yelling and still writhing, trying valiantly to break free. The much larger and stronger Vastayan has one knee on the woman’s back, growling and baring her teeth. Teema and Cuny are busy shooing away curious onlookers. 

“What’s going on??” you ask. 

“Leksy—” Nyle manages to get out, then gasps for air. 

You look at Kharon and nod at her. She slowly lifts her leg, making sure to maintain a grip on Nyle’s shoulder. Seemingly preventing the woman from escaping.

But Nyle’s in no shape to go anywhere. She bursts into hysterical sobs, grabbing you and soaking your front with her tears. Your arms wrap instinctively around her, trying to provide comfort. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“It’s Leksy,” Nyle sobs. “The flooding— it started— I have to go—”

Shit. Their house is in the middle of the danger zone. Nobody was prepared for the flooding to start early; it’s part of the reason why the orphanage is so busy today. Nyle must have stopped by here on her way home from visiting Topside. 

“It’s going to be okay,” you soothe her. “Just take some deep breaths, then we’ll go—” 

“Absolutely not,” Cuny cuts in, the older woman towering over the two of you. Stern and sharp set of her jaw leaving no room for debate. “The Children of Zaun are already in the Lanes evacuating everyone. There’s no need to put yourself in harm’s way.” 

Teema calls out for help, and Cuny departs to see what’s going on. Kharon gives a sympathetic look before leaving too. You start patting Nyle on the back. 

If the Children are trying to evacuate everyone… that’s too many people for them to keep track of. They might not prioritize Leksy’s rescue. And there’s no telling how long they’ll take... 

If you and Silco were still together (why are you thinking about him) he would have gone out for her if you asked. 

But Silco’s not in your life anymore (stop thinking about him dammit). Time to take care of things yourself. 

You squeeze Nyle’s hand. It’s just you and her in the hallway. No one else is around to tell you to stay.

It’s now or never. 

She hiccups and sniffles, trying to catch her breath. You help her take off her coat, her eyes widening when she sees you pulling it on. There’s no time to run back to your room to grab yours. 

Hopefully Nyle will forgive you for not staying with her until she calms down. For now, you give her a quick hug. 

“Go get something to eat,” you tell her. “I’ll be back.” 

“I’m—” she says, her voice hitching. “I’m coming with you.” 

“Nyle,” you murmur to her. “You need to stay here… when Leksy comes back, she needs to see that you’re safe.” 

The significant look you give her seems to be enough to reassure her. As you slowly close the front door behind you, you look over your shoulder at her. 

The hopeful expression on her face is the last thing you see before heading out. 

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The waters are already two inches deep, soaking your feet immediately to the skin as soon as you slosh through them. There’s no way to hurry without splashing everywhere, and the heavy rain is soaking you through anyways. You pull the hood lower to keep your face as dry as possible. Pushing through as best as you can. The cold has you going numb at first, before the chemicals start making your skin itchy, then irritated. Clenching your hands into fists helps fight the temptation to scratch. 

Your descent into the Undercity means practically diving into the depths, where the rain falls down the slopes and cliffs to collect in the fissures. Then there’s nowhere for the water to go. Flood levels steadily climbing higher and higher. Most people are heading in the opposite direction as you, up and out of the Undercity to find refuge. Clambering up buildings, pipes, ladders, or jamming into whichever elevators or bathyspheres that are still functional. Some even using tables or driftwood to paddle or float their way through the streets. 

By the time you arrive at Leksy and Nyle’s house, the water is ankle deep. Banging on the front door hurts your now red and splotchy hands. 

“Leksy!!” you yell. 

No response. You yell again, in case she can’t hear you over the rain. 

Relief washes over you when she calls out your name. You pull at the door with all your strength, straining against the water. 

Despite everything, you can’t help but almost laugh when the door finally opens. Leksy is terrified, sitting on someone’s— Sevika??—  shoulders. The child’s skinny legs almost wrapping themselves in knots around the woman’s neck. Your friend is sitting at the kitchen table, a grim look on her face as she attempts futilely to light a cigarette.

“Hey,” Sevika greets you casually. As if she were expecting you. 

“What are you doing here??”

“I was babysitting,” she says, then snorts humorlessly. “Hell of a day for it.” 

“We have to go!”

“Take the kid,” she shakes her head. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

That’s when you finally notice her foot is in a splint, resting on a nearby stool. Sheesh, she really doesn’t know when to take it easy. 

Uh-oh… In her breakdown, Nyle must have forgotten to mention Sevika’s presence in her home. You can’t blame her, but rescuing two people instead of one will make things more complicated…

Still, you’re running out of time. You cross over the room, forging your way through the water. Looking Leksy in the eyes. 

“Leksy… I need you to be brave for me and your mom. She’s waiting for you,” you say in your calmest, steadiest voice. “Can you do that for us? We’re going to get you out of here.” 

Her trembling doesn’t stop, but she takes your hand when you reach out for her. The pace with which she uncoils herself around Sevika is agonizingly slow, but soon enough she’s dismounted and on the ground, holding onto your leg. 

“Come on,” you tell Sevika. Letting out a chuckle this time when you help her get up. 

“What’s so funny?” she asks, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re bad with kids, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” she rolls her eyes. 

It’s slow going, making your way back out to the Lanes. The water levels are even higher now, past your knees. Leksy clings to Sevika’s free arm. The woman is strong enough to lift the child above the water, but their combined weight has you stumbling to support them. Straining your back and burdening you to excessive clumsiness. 

It doesn’t help that there’s more debris than ever flooding the streets. Bobbing up and down in the water, crashing and ricocheting off walls and buildings. Sending waves that splash high over your head. Making your journey upwards infinitely more dangerous, especially for Leksy.

“We'll have to climb,” you shout at your companions. Jerking your head in the direction of a nearby building. A rickety, rusting fire escape barely visible in between the sheets of rain. Sevika grits her teeth, but doesn’t say anything.

The ladder is just out of reach. After helping Sevika settle on a nearby barrel, you crouch to let Leksy scurry up your back. Her tiny shoes dig uncomfortably into your shoulders as she stands on them, stretching as high as she can. She swipes once, missing the ladder by inches. And again, and again.

Her fourth attempt finally lands, her little fingers curling around the bar. You call out support to her as she pulls herself up the ladder, one painstaking step at a time. 

“Great!” you yell when Leksy scrambles onto the landing. “Can you get the ladder?” 

The little girl pushes downwards on it with all her might. It’s stuck. Her strained grunts are barely audible over the thundering rain. Then she screams angrily and kicks the unyielding metal. 

“It’s okay,” you reassure her. “Do you remember the way to Janna’s Hearth?” 

Leksy nods. Tears streaming down her soaked face. 

“Your mom’s waiting for you— just keep going!” you shout and give her an encouraging smile. 

“But—”

“It’s okay! We’ll see you there,” you shout insistently at her.

She bites her lip, then starts climbing. You wait until she disappears over the roof before turning back to Sevika. Shielding her eyes from the rain with one arm. 

“Come on!” you shout to her. 

“Are we going somewhere?”

You point up at the neighboring building. Sevika looks up, squinting at some scaffolding attached to the upper floors. She pushes herself up, throwing her arm over your shoulders again. You grit your teeth to stop yourself from groaning out loud, the strain of carrying her pulling the fibers of your muscles apart painfully. 

The two of you bust down the door to the building before making your way up the stairs. It’s an arduous climb, fueled less by your diminishing strength and mostly by your unyielding stubbornness. 

On the highest floor, you find a window that opens to the balustrade. The strength of the rain has battered the wooden boards to rotting and falling apart. Luckily, the makeshift bridge of planks and steelwork that you first spotted is still intact. You’ll have to cross it to follow the path that Leksy took to the orphanage. 

As you and Sevika clamber onto the platform, a roaring rush of water thunders through the alleyway. A flash flood submerging the ground where you and Sevika were just standing moments ago. Flotsam and furniture slamming into the walls, breaking into pieces. Waves and dirty brown foam splashing onto your boots. Shaking and shuddering the whole building. 

The waves still just as suddenly as they came. The water’s surface is punctured by rain still falling, forceful and fast. 

It’s intimidating seeing the flooding this much closer and higher. Murky and depthless. 

You let Sevika rest for a moment. She sits and stretches her legs out, leaning against the wall of the building. Hissing in pain. When you grab her hand and squeeze it, she doesn’t try to shove you away. It’s a mark of how far your friendship has come, or how dire the situation is that she allows you to comfort her.  

“You first,” you shout, standing up and holding out your other hand for her. The bridge isn’t wide enough for both of you to cross at the same time.

She shakes her head. “Go ahead.”

“No way, I have to stick around in case you fall.”

A skeptical eyebrow is raised at you. “You know how to swim?”

“Yeah! And you probably can’t with that leg…” 

Sevika doesn’t disagree with you. Whatever expression she has on her face is too hard to make out in the heavy rain. But when she finally lets you pull her to her feet, she squeezes with unnecessary force. You don’t remark on it, but cover up a laugh with a fake cough. 

You watch with bated breath as she limps across the bridge…

Dragging her injured foot behind her…

Holding back a gasp when one of the pipes dislodges and falls into the water below with a splash…

Your fingernails digging deep into your palms as her gait becomes more and more unsteady... 

Finally, she’s safe. Allowing herself to collapse onto the roof of the other building. Now staring across the gap at you, gesturing for you to come. 

The shakiness in your grip on the metal piping isn’t just because they’re slippery from the rain. It’s because you lied to Sevika.

You don’t know how to swim. 

The water looks deep enough to swallow you whole. 

But you have to go.

You have promises to keep. 

The first, testing step on the bridge seems safe enough. It holds your weight, as long as you walk carefully. 

Step…

Step, step…

One foot in front of the other…

A wooden board sinks as your foot lands on it.

Before you can move again, it bends. 

Then snaps in half.

Your leg plunges through the hole. 

The metal piping slips out of your grip. 

Before you can pull yourself up, boards all around you splinter. A spiderweb of cracks breaking into pieces. Finally succumbing to the rain. 

You’re falling—

Falling through the air— 

Fear has your heart leaping into your throat— 

Gravity and the ground— constants you’ve been able to take for granted your whole life— disappear— 

SPLASH!!!!

You hit the water feet first. Then the taste of dirt and metal and rust and sand and some acidic chemical flavor fill your mouth. Bitter and gross and wet. As you breach the surface, you spit out great spurts. Flailing and trying to shake the water out of your eyes. Drenched hair pressing on your eyelids, dark strands obscuring your vision.

Sevika yells out your name. Her form leaning over to look down at you is so small, so far away. 

At least your head is above the surface. Some last reserve of strength enables you to keep treading water.

Silco’s feet kick out as he spreads his arms to keep himself floating—

(Advice on how to survive, buried in a bittersweet memory. Courtesy of your subconscious.) 

You keep paddling. It’s too dark to see where to go. Maybe you can hang on like this until—

Sevika shouts again— something you can’t hear—

You look up—

CLANG!!!!

The metal piping from the scaffolding hits you square on the forehead. Blunt pain. A throbbing rectangle of it on your face. Radiating out to your entire skull and brain.

It hurts it hurts it hurts

Your eyes cross. The world blurs. Which way is up? The water is coming up—

Holding you.

You’re sinking.

Don’t breathe—

You breathe.

Water in your nose, your mouth

Your lungs

Bubbles 

Pain

Burning in your throat

Your chest

Your lungs

Your body

Rough edges scraping at your insides 

Your nerves are on fire

Cough it out

It won’t come out

More comes in

Flooding

Get to the surface… Get to the surface…

GET TO THE SURFACE!!!!

GET AIR GET AIR GET AIR

Your arms thrash

You keep sinking

It’s useless

It’s okay. Leksy is safe. And so is Sevika.

They can go home.

It’s dark in the water

But it’s peaceful

“It holds you—”

It’s already in you

“Every problem in the world will fade away”

Your hand floats in front of you

It’s getting darker

Your eyes close

It’s dark

Quiet 

Still hurts

Where?

Your heart 

“Do you have some time?”

Silco

What did he want?

Who knows

You should have asked him 

Too late now

Too bad

Oh well

It’s okay… 

Chapter 21

#Arcane #Arcane fanfic #Silco #Silco x Reader #Arcane Silco #Silco Arcane #my writing #The Art in the Heart #TAITH #tw drowning #drowning tw

[l1tw1ck]

Just imagine forcing twink sex slave gorou or omega gorou(EDIT: or just combine them to make omega twink sex slave gorou) to take your huge cock in his tiny little pussy as you choke him and make him beg for you to cum inside him and get him pregnant as tears stain his cheeks but in the morning your just taking care of him making sure you weren't too rough on the small puppy boy while you hold onto his leash.

continuation: Forcing him to take your knot after he’s been feisty while he is begging, biting, scratching, kicking, screaming, sobbing, crying, everything to get you to stop, to get you off of him but you don’t care and just keep fucking him, telling he will be the perfect housewife/ trophy wife and after he’s all passed out or dazed and hazy you just fuck his throat until he can’t swallow anymore so then you start fucking his tight little ass and now you go even harder on him and just before you stop you leave one big deep mark right over his scent gland marking him as yours.

2nd continuation: if gorou is a brat treat him like one, cover him in markings and scratch’s so that everyone can see them until he is screaming that it hurts then make the mark on his scent gland even deeper so everyone knows that he belongs to you then you finally drag him by his leash to the businesses you own mainly your brothel/strip club where you sit in your personal area watching the girls but you have gorou naked on your lap as your fucking him where everyone can see him because of how big of a brat he as been today so he needs to be punished and you know he’s going to act out more to get you to stop so it’s a win-win for you but for gorou well he’ll be to busy crying and begging.

3rd continuation: Force gorou to wear a collar at all times and if he’s been really bad just bend him over a desk, onto a wall or just throw him on the ground and fuck his unwilling pussy and force him to call the you sir, daddy, master, etc and watch has his tears stain his face hell you could even record everything just to further his humiliation and embarrassment and threaten that if he ever acts out again that you will post everything.

Love from the 🦊- anon (note: don’t worry there will be many more continuations to come so enjoy the third meal I added to this)

hnnghmhmlhnophkohjkdkshhsbbs /pos

#wick🕯speaks

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

It Will Come Back S2 1

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, 18+ minors DNI

Werewolf Stalker! Billy x Female Reader

A/N: I told myself I would take a break before season 2, but I can't stay away from it I'm having too much fun.

Side note: Have I ever told you the title is from "It Will Come Back" by Hozier? Totally the Billy x Reader anthem for this fic.

Billy is on top of you, one arm holding himself up, the other one encircling your head, hand wrapped in your hair. He’s thrusting into you, cock dragging against every sweet spot inside of you. You’re begging him, to keep going, not to leave, not to stop. He smiles down at you, circling his hips as you whine and writhe from the attention.

“You gonna come for me sweet girl?” He asks, huffing as he approaches his own peak.

“Yes, yes, Billy yes!” You chant.

His mouth moves to your throat, his tongue tracing circles across your bite, and it’s that that pushes you over the edge.

You wake with a start. You’ve been dreaming of him, unable to make Billy leave your mind since you’d kicked him out almost a week ago. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re avoiding it, seeing him, talking to him. You want to be angry, know you have a right to be. He pushed you too hard, too far and you can't just let it go. If you think about it too hard, stare at the bite in the mirror a little too long, the feelings come rushing back and suddenly you’re faced with what you know you have to do.

-

Billy hasn’t been human in two days. It’s excruciating, wondering when you’ll talk to him again, fighting with himself not to go see you anyways. He’s smart enough to know when his actions will make things worse but that doesn’t mean he listens. Not seeing you feels like the worst kind of quitting. So he’s hauling himself through the forest just outside of the city, running until his lungs ache, until he’ll have no choice but to fall into a restless sleep. He’d tried getting plastered, but it’d just made him sad, made it harder not to go to you, not to cry and scream and beg like he wanted to deep down inside.

He knows Frank is probably livid, Billy’s been AWOL from Anvil for days, not answering his phone, avoiding opening the door. It seems like the more Billy allows himself to feel, the more people he has to answer to these days. He knows he can’t stick this out much longer. Soon, he’ll have to head back to the city, to his life, to his job, to you. And if you still won’t talk to him, he’s going to have to make you.

-

It’s Saturday night when you find it. Duke’s collar is collecting dust under your bed, and as you tidy up your bedroom, your fingers brush against it. The leather still gleams, shiny from lack of use. You cradle it in your hands as you bring it to the kitchen. You can’t bring yourself to throw it away, but it’s the last reminder you need. You’re going to break up with Billy. You have to.

Not that there’s much of a relationship anyways. You can’t really be with someone you just lie to all the time, no matter how bad you want them. It’s that little spark of anger that has you picking up the phone and texting him that you’re ready to talk.

-

When Billy reads your text he thinks he might pass out from sheer relief. You want to talk to him. Not just on the phone. You want to see him, be with him. It’s that thought that has him speeding all the way back to the city, human for the first time in days. He knows he must look terrible, must smell even worse, and the second he’s home he takes the fastest shower of his life and then he’s going, driving to you, desperate to be in your presence, smell your hair, stroke your soft skin.

When he knocks on your door, three staccato beats that somehow manage to come off shaky and nervous, you answer only a second later. It’s the look on his face that almost doubles him over with dread. You look resigned, unbothered, like you haven’t missed him at all while he’s been contemplating breaking your door down this entire week.

“Hey. You say flatly.

He doesn’t know what to say. For once in his life, Billy Russo is speechless with fear.

Until suddenly he isn’t.

“You can’t do this.” He says in a rush, entering your apartment and closing the door behind himself.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.” You retort.

“You can’t leave me.” Billy pushes, hands shaking. He balls them into fists, eyes boring into your face.

You sigh, eyes closing for a second before you reply.

“Billy, you know we can’t do this. I can’t agree to be with someone I barely know for the rest of my life. Not when I didn’t even get a choice in the matter.”

No, no, no, no, no, no.

“And I told you not to open the door.” Billy answers. He knows it’s a moot point. He would have just broken it down, but he’s desperate to get through to you.

“I thought you were hurt. But I guess I can count that as another lie.”

“Y/N, you don’t know how sorry I am-“

“Sorry because you really are, or just sorry I feel this way?” You cut him off, anger seeping into your eyes, mouth pulling into a tight line.

“You know how I feel about you! I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.”

“But you would force my hand without me even knowing.” Your eyes are wide, the anger still there, but you also look defeated, maybe even sad. It makes Billy sick.

“Please don’t.” He whispers, hand moving to cup your cheek but you move away at the last second and Billy is becoming less and less sure he’ll survive this.

“You can’t change my mind, Billy. I’m sorry. But we can’t be together.” You say the words slowly, methodically, like you’ve rehearsed them and Billy wonders how long you’ve known you were going to do this.

“I will. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. You can be angry, you can fucking hate me but every time you open that door I’ll be there. Waiting for you.”

“Trying to force me to change my mind.”

“It’s all I’m fucking good for, right?” He snaps, nerves shot.

“You said it." You bite back.

Billy laughs humorlessly.

“You forget you can’t get away from me, Y/N. You have to listen to me.” Billy knows this is only pissing you off, but he’s never felt fear like this.

There was fear in Afghanistan. But there was also the knowing that there was a good chance he’d walk away alive, just because he was smart, could strategize and work towards an outcome. Here, with you? It’s all uncertain, uncharted territory he can’t traverse.

He sees it when your face changes. When you go from mildly angry to livid, and it sends a pang through his chest. But he’s too scared, too angry at himself to resist lashing out, even at you.

“Don’t you dare.” You growl.

“Don’t leave me, then.”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s what got us into this mess, maybe we should take it slow, go away together for a while.”

“You’re delusional.” You say. “For you.”

“Do not fucking speak to me in my head. You’re not welcome there, and you’re not welcome in my life. Fuck off, Billy.”

Billy clenches his jaw. “You’re making the wrong choice.”

Suddenly you’re reaching over and flinging something at him. It hits his chest with a dull sting before he realizes it’s his collar, from before.

“Don’t you dare tell me what choices I should be making! This is the first smart thing I’ve done in weeks. You wanna talk about bad decisions? Taking your sick, twisted ass home was one. Get the fuck out and don’t talk to me again.”

Just like that, you’re turning away, ignoring him. You’re throwing him away, acting like the past month has been nothing more than a bad dream you’re ready to wake up from.

When he leaves he slams the door so hard it splinters a little, a reminder for you of how you make him feel. How terrified and angry and sick he is without you. You want to call him twisted? He’ll fucking show you what he’s capable of. You’re never getting away from him. You’ve got nowhere to run where Billy can’t find you, and he’s ready to take up permanent residence in your head.

#billy russo x reader #my fics #billy russo #monster!billy russo

[cavinginhisfvce]

'Speechless'

Pairing: Harringrove. A lil angst, but mostly fluff.

(Fluff isn't really my forte, so forgive me for this mess. I've just always wanted to write a Christmas fic, and Harringrove is the perfect couple for that.)

Modern!AU.

Billy gets the birthday/Christmas he's always deserved from the family he didn't know he needed until he found.

Growing up, Billy always dealt with other kids gushing over the fact his birthday was Christmas. They'd drone on and on about how they'd definitely get double the presents for the day.

Billy always wanted to scream at them that he's never gotten a single present in his life. He never got a Christmas gift, or a birthday gift from his mother or father. They never even brought a tree or put up any decorations. Eventually he stopped bringing up his birthday to people.

Though, older Billy would laugh and confess on his tenth birthday, he did get something. It wasn't anything good, it was probably the most terrible thing he'd experienced short of his father's backhand. 

That day, his mom had woken him up, pressed a kiss to his forehead and whispered that she'd always love him. She took him into her arms and buried her face in his curls, hugging him against her chest like it was the last time she'd ever see him again.

She'd left a shoe box at the foot of his bed, he didn't know it yet, but it was filled with the things she always held close to her heart. 

It was early, the sun hadn't even come out yet, making it dark in his room.

Billy, half asleep, just hugged his Mama back, mumbling his own variation of "I love you" as he dozed off in her arms.

When he woke up again, the sun was out, and his father was angrily throwing his mother's remaining belongings on the curb. He remembers spending the day in bed crying, hoping his Mama would come back for him. 

He cried his little heart out, and if anyone besides Neil had been privy to the broken hearted sobs, they would've tried to comfort him. Wouldn't they? Billy guesses not.

So, yeah, Billy got his first ever gift at ten years old, in the form of his mother abandoning him with the man she always vowed to take him away from. To protect him from. 

At almost seventeen, Billy no longer lives in California, he lives in Hawkins Indiana, with his father, his father's new wife, and her daughter.

Max is only two years younger than Billy.

His dad had met Susan a nine months or so after his mother left, and they married before reaching a full year of dating.

Her daughter, Max, was cool for a snot nosed nine year old. 

She wanted Billy to teach her to skate, after days of begging, he finally agreed. 

Less than two minutes after she'd climbed onto the board, she wiped out.

Billy remembers sprinting over to her with shaky hands. Scared out of his fucking mind that she was hurt, but before he could start fretting over her, she simply stood up, dusted herself off and hopped back on the skateboard. 

Billy never told her, but he was impressed with how well she caught on.

Their relationship as siblings was tumultuous from the start, but Max had grown on him, and Billy would set the world aflame for that red-haired brat. 

Max as she got older, started to notice the less than parental ways Neil treated his son. 

It was hard to hide even the quietest of sobbing courtesy of black eyes and bruised ribs from the girl who slept in the room beside yours.

It was even harder to hide the fact you never had a thing to open on Christmas.

They put a tree up every year, but Billy was always absent for the decorating portion as per Neil's demand. 

Max and Susan didn't even know when Billy's birthday was, let alone that it was on Christmas, until they moved to Hawkins and Susan had been the one to enroll him in classes. It was only July when they arrived in Hawkins, months away from his birthday.

They hadn't mentioned it, so Billy didn't either. He honestly thought they'd just forgotten.

Which was fine, because he's gone this long without the acknowledgement of his birthday, what difference did it make now?

Things between them changed when they moved though, Max had found real friends, she no longer needed Billy around to defend or protect her. Her friends were fierce on that front. She just didn't seem to need Billy anymore.

Her friend group was cool enough for a bunch of little brats, Billy had hung with them on more than one occasion.

Through said group, Billy met Steve, who in a matter of weeks, had asked Billy out on a date. Things were rocky for the first couple of weeks, if for no reason than Billy reluctance to let people into his personal bubble.

However, it came as a surprise when Max barged into his room two days before Christmas and practically begged him to drive her to Steve's house for an emergency D&D session. 

Even if Billy hadn't already been planning to see his boyfriend, he would have agreed to take her, if only to spend some time together. 

The sun had already set by the time the siblings were in Billy's Camaro, a blur of trees in the wake of them speeding down the road.

"You know, you should join us one day for D&D." Max's tone was casual, but Billy's known her long enough to be able to tell she was nervous to bring it up. 

For what? Billy wasn't exactly sure. She seemed antsy the whole drive. Maybe D&D was more intense than he thought.

"You want me to play D&D with you and the nerd brigade?" He glanced over at her briefly, a brow raised before his attention flickered back to the road ahead of them.

Max let out a squawk, a small pout on her lips. "Yes! You never hangout with me anymore. I know you're like the coolest kid in school, but you're supposed to be my best friend!"

Her arms crossed over her chest as she flopped against the seat. 

"You're so dramatic, shitbird. I'm still your best friend, we just have other friends now." 

Billy was shocked to hear that Max saw him as her best friend, especially now that they only spoke on the drive to and from school, and whenever their parents left them home alone for longer than a few hours.

But, he also felt a warmth spread through him at the confirmation that his sister still wanted to be around him. 

"I know we do, which is why you should hangout with us too! Steve always steals you away to be with him and Robin when we're all together." 

Billy couldn't deny that, Steve did monopolize his time when he was actually present at get-togethers.

"I hear you, alright? We'll spend more time together. You'll be sick of me before you know it." A playful smirk formed on his lips as they pulled into Harrington's driveway, but Max was beaming at him like he'd given her a million dollars. Soon his smirk was a genuine smile.

Trekking the walkway to the door was cold, and Billy was regretting not layering up the way Steve always badgers him to. It wouldn't matter long though, the elder's house was always adequately warmed whenever Billy crossed the threshold. Sometimes he wondered how his boyfriend could stand the stuffy heat confined inside.

When Steve yanked the door open, Billy wasn't even given the chance to complain about how long he took, before shouts of "Surprise!" were silencing him.

His eyes were wide as he tore his eyes away from the doorway full of people to Max, "Merry Birth-Mas?" 

The girl just shrugged at him, a sheepish grin on her face as she shoved him inside of the house.

Billy, who was at Steve's just last night was met with the sight of dozens of party streamers, and balloons. There was a tree up that hadn't been there yesterday, void of any decorations.

Billy didn't know it, but Steve intended for them to decorate it together when everyone left.

It wasn't until Steve was pulling him aside to give him a proper greeting, one full of forehead kisses and tight hugs, that Billy finally said, "what the hell is all this?" 

Steve merely shrugged, his lips pulling into a small smile, "it's the birthday slash Christmas celebrations you've deserved your whole life. Just rolled up into one party, because seventeen parties is apparently 'impractical'." His tone towards the end of his sentence told Billy that Steve might've been trying to throw that many parties, but was probably overruled by everyone else. 

Billy, in response just rolled his eyes and buried his face in the crook of Steve's neck, giggling to himself when the taller boy winced at the ever present cold from Billy's nose, but he didn't pull away.

After being made to eat his weight in delicious food made by Joyce Byers, Billy was forced to sit on the couch while everyone dropped various gifts into his lap. 

He sat there frozen for a moment, unsure of what he was supposed to do. 

It could've been seconds or minutes later, but eventually Billy grabbed one with a shiny vibrant red wrapping. The name tag read "To: Billy. My shithead brother.

From: Max. Your shitbird sister.♡"

He breathed out a laugh as he looked up at her, softly shaking his head. 

It took him another moment of admiring the gift in his hand, and the pile that lay just for him, a foreign sight, before he was tearing into the paper. He wanted to persevere it, cherish it. But, even he knew that would be weird.

Inside was a vinyl record of Metallica's HARDWIRED...TO SELF-DESTRUCT. He owned one in California, but his dad had shattered in an effort to punish Billy for nearly missing curfew.

He wanted to shove all the other presents aside and hug her, but he refrained, instead settling for a 'Thank you' accompanied by a bright smile.

It had taken him almost an hour, but he had eventually made his way through the pile of gifts. They seemed to grow every time the ones in his lap dwindled. 

Soon, he was the new owner of random, yet thoughtful shit. 

A new basketball, and pump from Lucas. A D&D guide set from Dustin. D&D figurines from Will. 

Mike and Jane got him a few band tees, the pair had decided to just put theirs together when they realized they had similar ideas.

Joyce and Hopper had gotten him new colognes and hair products. 

There was way more stuff. He had yet to open the first ones from Jonathan and Nancy, but Billy found himself overwhelmed by it all. 

Joyce, always the lifesaver, seemed to notice, and declared that Billy could open the rest later.

Before anyone could object, she was rushing into the kitchen to grab everyone a snack. 

Billy took that time for what it was, and peeled off to Steve's room. He left the door cracked slightly, knowing Steve was likely to follow him up. For several reasons, like he always followed behind. And, he had yet to give Billy his present. 

It's not like he needed one from the brunet, he was more than content with what he'd gotten now. It's more than he could say for younger Billy.

But, he could see the death grip Steve hand on the neatly wrapped present in his hand.

As predicted, by the time Billy had swapped his jeans for a pair of Steve's sweatpants, the elder was slipping into the room, the door shutting just barely behind him.

"Getting comfortable before eating all that cake?" 

Billy thought it over for a moment before shaking his head, "I think if I ate a piece of cake I'd explode, Pretty Boy. My jeans were killing me." 

Steve just laughed before setting the parcel in his hand down, immediately wrapping the smaller boy into his arms for the second time that night. 

His nose nuzzled into Billy's curls as Billy's arms wrapped around his waist, his face pressing into Steve's chest. He took a moment to just breathe him in. He always smelled good. Always smelled like coming home after a hard day. He smelled like love, and safety. If safety had a smell, it'd smell like whatever soaps or shampoos Steve used. And a hint of sweet pea perfume that only Billy knew Steve owned. 

Billy was the reason he brought it to begin with.

It was a rather short minute of embrace if you asked Billy, but he couldn't voice his disdain before Steve was thrusting the gift he came in with, into Billy's hands. "I feel like I should preface this by saying that this is only one of the gifts I got you, but you'll get the others on your actual birthday.

It's not the best one of the bunch, but…"

He was blushing as he spoke, his fingers nervously fiddling with a loose strand on his sweater. 

"I wouldn't care if you gave me socks, Princess. They'd be the best damn pair of socks ever."

His joke was rewarded with a big smile from his boyfriend, but it was short lived because moments later the boy was all but shouting, "okay, now open it! I can't wait any longer."

Billy looked up at him with a devious smirk, his brows raising twice when he notes the exact moment Steve realized he made a mistake in sharing his own anticipation. 

"Hm, I wonder what it could be!" He raised it to his ear, giving it a soft jingle, only to pout when the box gave away little to no sound. "Well, it's not maracas." His faux disappointment had Steve throwing his head back in laughter, "nah, sorry. That's one of your other gifts, baby. Now hurry up before they think we're fucking up here."

Billy let out a laugh of his own, clicking his tongue, "yeah, well Max is leaving with the Byers, later. Your ass is mine tonight." He pauses, "or rather my ass is yours, huh?"

Steve reaches out and slaps his shoulder. "Just open the gift, asshole." 

Finally, he tears the paper off, it reveals a shiny box, it looks expensive. Handcrafted. Delicate. 

Billy is almost afraid to open it, but he does anyway. 

A small, startled gasp leaves his lips when the small box begins to play the tune of 'Speechless' by Michael Jackson. It was the song that played on the radio during the drive to the restaurant on their first date.

They sang along, loudly, carelessly and happily, stealing glances at one another when they thought they could get away with it.

The song had quickly become their song. They listened to it together whenever they got the chance. Which was often.

When the song reached its end, Billy gently set the music box down on Steve's bedside table, almost immediately flinging himself into his partner's awaiting arms. The music played out quietly in the background. 

Steve didn't hesitate or falter, he just held Billy close to his chest, swaying their bodies lightly. 

Again, they were content to just hold one another, dancing lazily to the song, but the moment was short-lived thanks to Nancy banging on the door. 

"Hey, assholes! Get out here so Billy can open mine and Jonathan's gifts, not to mention the rest of the ones from the kids. Joyce convinced us to wait, but times up!"

She left no room for argument, so Steve just held his hand out for Billy to take in his. "Ready, Birthday Boy?"

Billy rolls his eyes, but takes the offered hand anyway, softly hip checking the taller.

 "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Pretty Boy." He pauses while Steve opens the door, but continues when they cross the threshold. "Thank you for today. I know everyone played a part, but you're always gonna be the best part of anything for me."

Steve grins down at him, dropping a kiss to the crown of his head, 

"This is just the beginning, baby. It's you and me."

#billy hargrove #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #i made billys birthday Christmas bc i fucking can #just 2k words of fluff tbh #harringrove fluff #harringrove drabble #hargrove mayfield siblings #modern au #billy gets lots of presents from the party #bc its what he deserves #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove modern!au #Harringrove Christmas #Harringrove being cute #billy is soft with all of them bc they get that hes trying and growing #The Party being the family Billy and Max deserve #steve is a good boyfriend #Speechless by mj is amazing btw