#i sink my teeth into this and shake my head rapidly

[emmyrosee]

sleepy sundays with samu!! staying in bed until 1pm just cuddling and making out <333 he looks so good in the morning light, his eyes are so hazy but there’s so much love there and he thumbs over your hip bone and chuckles lowly when you tangle your legs with his and HIS MORNING VOICE UGH it makes u blush when he gruffly murmurs “baby stay in bed a little longer” i love him

NO I HATE YOU BC WHY ISNT THIS MY LIFE?

He’s so warm in the mornings that you wake up encased in his arms and torso and under the sunlight, it rouses you from sleep, but it makes you wake with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

Osamu’s face is carved under the creeping light, face twitching every few moments as if sensing your gaze, but he breathes in and out every few seconds, still deep in sleep happily. His hair is sprawled out against the pillow- he’s been saying for days how he needs to get it trimmed, but you’re secretly thrilled that he hasn’t yet.

He looks so peaceful.

Good thing you’re here to ruin that. 

With a smile, you slowly creep down his body, kissing the muscles of his pecs before moving down to kiss his stomach, relishing in the way the muscles tighten under your affection. He giggles softly as you pepper them rapidly, hips twisting to the side to get away from the sensation.

The blanket covering your head gets lifted, “good morning to ya, too,” he gruffs, eyes bleary with sleep and muscles of his face not quite moving with his words yet. His voice is but a low rumble, ones you feel slip through the thickness of the air, and you’re barely able to process as actual words if you didnt know him better.

You smile and sink your teeth into the meat just left of his bellybutton, making him let out a string of giggly whines before your scale back up his body with more kisses to make up for it. “You’re always so sensitive in the mornings, Samu.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. There’s supposed to be more words, you can feel it in his voice, but his eyes slowly start to close again before he can get them out. You click your tongue in adoration before cupping his cheek in your warm hand.

He happily nuzzles into it, smacking his lips sleepily. You shake your head, “baby, we’ve got to get up. We overslept.”

“No such thing,” he murmurs.

“Yes, such thing; it’s one in the afternoon.” You lean down to kiss his lips, which he forces his tired muscles to reciprocate. “We have to face the day at some point.”

“Can’t we face the day tomorrow?” He says, flipping onto his back. “Shop’s closed today, may as well enjoy it. Jus’ stay in bed with me, baby.”

And you want to argue back. Honest!

But the warmth of his embrace is calling you back, the way his breath still is desperate to even out has your heart squeezing from the precious sight, and you sigh before slipping back under the covers, rolling your eyes at the way he smirks at himself and curls his arms around you. “Don’t give me that smirk.”

“Oh I’m smirkin’.”

You lean towards him to kiss the smirk straight from his lips, him humming happily at the attention. A peck turns into a kiss, one that’s full of sleepy passion but so much love, you feel yourself becoming weak under him.

The arm he was laying on slips under your neck for your head to rest against, gently curling his hand against the back of your neck, cradling you preciously as you lazily kiss your man.

Your leg hooks over his waist, his hand immediately finding its home on the back of your thigh to hold you closer. You mewl at the warmth of his palm, closing the space between you both with a guiding heel into his tailbone urging him to come closer. When he does, your free leg slinks between his two, and he smirks against your lips as you do.

“And you wanted to get out of bed,” he chuckles. You laugh too, only to shut him up and make him kiss you more.

You could lay here for hours making out with him, the shuffling of cradling hands and pants of joy being the only noise to fill the room, your heads moving in harmony to make you both mewl happily against each other. You could easily slip your hands up his neck to grip your hair in your hands, making him whine euphorically, or slip them lower to settle against his hip, occasionally squeezing there to make him giggle breathlessly into the kiss and squirm just subtly.

And you just might.

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[slash-me-please]

Hi! Can I request a Fem!Reader x Pennywise Smut where pennywise uses his tounge to fuck reader?

Literallsfsdfsdfsdfsdsdsd yes you can. I haven't written for Pennywise in a GRIP.

I present to you:

Drops from a Nectarine

warnings: fem receiving oral, dub!con, cunnilingus

Sun pours in through the open shades fallen onto your bay window. Eyes fluttering open with an exasperated moan, you turn your head to the side to get away from your offender. They do not follow. Your head sinks into the plush, microfiber sheets of your full-sized bed and for once, you decide to stay. Your bliss isn't taken advantage of, dread filling your chest as the overwhelming feeling of an uninvited visitor overcame the morning euphoria.

"Good morning, Bee." He tumbled over his words. That fucking clown. You tense, legs curling up and away from the foot of your bed.

"Go away Clown..." You murmured, voice shaky and unstable as his gloved hands pressed down on your sheets. He was covered in a thick layer of grime, as he was always. The sewers were no place to live, and a sewer-dweller had no place in your room. But still, he insisted, mimicked knuckles spreading and pulling against your clean sheets and effectively ruining them from further use. You'd have to burn them later, it was the only way.

"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..." His head twisted rapidly towards you, faintly jingling as he crawled up your bed with a twisted grin. Pennywise's puffy red lips dripped with saliva, you watched a little too long to be the perfect victim. "You always know where to sting." You turn away as he lunges, towering over your frail, be it in comparison, body. Your limbs begin to shake with fear, anticipation as he watches over you with a blank expression.

"Why are you here Pennywise." You ask, it comes as a plea, and you fall deeper into the plush safety of your dirtied sheets. He gives you a smile, a fake one, which has your stomach twisting with something evil. "I am... hungry." He replies to your question as if it had been a simple answer, not one you had tossed and turned for the last few nights. "I do not fear you."

Pennywise grips you by the thighs, claws breaking through makeshift gloves to rip apart your underwear to shreds. "I've had my fill on fear... I am satiated." He giggles, head tilting downwards to glare at your exposed cunt. "I need a different type of food." And so he leans, his claws pushing your legs backwards and into a position which had you gritting your teeth. One that would have him giggling his crazy little giggle again.

With that, his tongue extends and begins to lap at your swollen folds. He holds you down as he tortures you with a callous tongue. His head ducks further, spreading them open to reveal your aching clit- which he nudges with his large tongue again. Your hands find his hair as you arch against the bed, pushing your heat against his dripping tongue. He tortures your clit with a cruel precision, one that has you knowing he's racked up quite the body count in his thousands of years alive. You cannot bring yourself to care, a whimper falling from bitten lips.

"I told you not to come back!" You sobbed, legs involuntarily squeezing around his head. And his head drops further with that, tongue parting you to dip inside your warm heat. Pennywise moans against your cunt, eyes rolling back and teeth enveloping the lower part of your pelvis. It felt as if he was eating the soul inside of you, yourself slipping through the closed fingers of your spirit and falling into his mouth where you'd meet your sweet demise. His tongue pistoned in and out of you, sucking in your wetness with loud slurps and squelching. You'd never been eaten out in such a way, eaten like he wanted more than just your sex. Like he wanted you.

"God!" You cried, pushing against his head as his claws drew blood from your skin. It rolled down your thighs and into your sheets, the same ones you had ran your fingers through and grabbed. Pennywise jingled for a moment, tongue rubbing against the roof of your heat as you thrusted your hips against his mouth. "Mm close!" You gasp, fingers rubbing against his head as his hands hold you in place.

Pennywise chose not to respond, instead his chest rumbled with a feral growl as he pushed his tongue impossibly deep into your cunt, a gloved thumb moving to rub circles around your clit. And with a loud whine, you released into his mouth. He drank you in like you tasted better than any blood that had ever touched his tongue. Back curled over your pelvis as he held your heat flush with his face, his eyes were rolled back and his teeth had sunk deep into your skin. Fear erupted with the blossomed pleasure which ran hot through your veins and Pennywise audibly moaned.

"Let go..." You gasped, pushing lightly at his hands. You already wanted to go back to sleep. Luckily he obliged, pulling away from you and licking his lips with a lewd glare. It didn't take long before he dropped your legs and crawled over your shaking body. You pressed your hand against his chest and sighed. "You'll be back?" You mumble, and he slots his thumb between your lips. "Can't get enough of this cunt..." You release a hollow giggle, nipping at the tip of a gloved finger and pushing Pennywise away. He watches you slip underneath the covers and stays until you fall back into a restful sleep.

He'll be back.

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[pandorxxx]

Trading places

Lo’ak x omatikayan fem reader

Warnings: p in v, cursing,multiple creampies, orgasms, praise kink, dom-reader, whimpering/frustrated/crying lo’ak.

🔞mdni🔞

“Shiiiiit.” Lo’ak whimpered, his tied hands pressing against your stomach to slow you down. You had been riding him for the past hour, milking him dry of everything. Ropes of his own seed dripping down his balls with every bounce of your hips. Sticky pelvises colliding rapidly.

“You can take it, right? Isn’t that what you make do?” You moaned, holding onto his clammy shoulders as his head fell back on the couch. He shook his head lazily, tears streaming down his flushed face.

“I-Im so sorry, baby. I’m sorry, but I-I can’t do this. Please.” He spoke breathily, voice rippling with each hard bounce to his lap. His eyes met yours, he was practically pleading from the gaze he gave you, but all you did was kiss his forehead.

“No, baby. I want you to cum for me.” You teased, rolling your hips into his. He gasped, glancing down at the source of pleasure.

“Ohhh come o-nnnn. I came s-seven times already- ngh!- please. I don’t t-treat you like this. It’s t-oooo much.” He growled in frustration, his teeth chattering from the overstimulation.

“One more time, big boy. You can do it. You’re doing so good for me.” you moaned, purposely clenching around him. He groaned in restraint, his jaw clenching as his head went back again. He wanted nothing more than to rip out of those restraints.

You continued bouncing on him relentlessly. Loud clapping sounds filling the room. Lo’ak was usually the dominant one, and the switch in roles had him frustrated, on top of the unbearable pleasure you were sending him. He began to weep under you. Tears blurring his vision. He tried to push on your stomach again, just to hault your movements.

“Goddamn Y/n, please. Why are y-ouuu fucking me like this? I-I can’t feel my legs baby, pleaseee!” He cried, trying to wiggle out of the restraints, but it was no use.

“Because I WANT to.” You hissed, bouncing on him slow and hard, making his head spin. His mouth flew opened, silent whimpers escaping as his eyes rolled back.

“Yeahhh, baby. You like that? Hmm?” You teased, kissing his bottom lip. He nodded lazily, his body starting to spazz under yours.

“I-I can’t. Fuuuck, I can’t.” He mumbled, his head sinking into his chest as he fluttered in and out of consciousness. You let out a little chuckle, smacking his cheek gently.

“I know, I know. I’m almost done. Just wake up for me.” You reassured, rolling your hips into his. “Ah-a-ha! O-Ok.” He whimpered, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

“Y/n. I-Im gonna cum. I-I’m cumming.” He moaned, lip quivering as his eyes rolled in pleasure. He let out a loud groan before shooting his eighth load of the night, directly into your womb.

“Ohhh yes, lo’ak. I can feel it….so fucking much of it.” You spoke sensually against his quivering lips. Your sweet words making him let out a loud moan as he filled you up to the brim.

“Keep filling me up, lo’ak. Juuuust like that. Pump me FULL, ok?” You moaned in his ear, licking it seductively to tease him.

“Fuuuuuck.” He spoke in an exhausted tone, head finding refuge on the couch again. You sped up the pace, moaning loudly as you chased your orgasm.

“P-please. It’s s-ooo sensitive, y/n.” He whimpered, shaking with every bounce. God, you loved the way he begged.

“2 more minutes. I-I’m almost there! Fuuuck lo’ak.” You whimpered, speeding up your pace. In turn, making lo’aks head spin.

“Ohhh, oh fuck. Ohhhh fuck!” He moaned, trying to get out of those restraints now more than ever. It was the moment when you started to roll your hips, nice and hard. He lost all thought. Beginning to pass out completely with a few sharp whimpers before he closed his eyes.

“YES! SO CLOSE LO’AK!” You screamed, eyes closed as your body began to shake from the on coming orgasm. He let out a small groan in response, still fluttering in and out of consciousness.

“Mmm cumming!” You announced, bouncing your way through your intense orgasm with a Loud moan. You finally slowed down before stopping completely. Catching your breath before looking down at you lifeless boyfriend with a loud gasp.

“Oh God. Lo’ak?” You asked, untying the restraints gently, only for his hands to fall In his lap. He groaned in agony underneath you, grabbing your hips softly.

“I-I’ve gotta.” Lo’ak panted, trying to lazily lift you off of him, with little to no success. “You’ve gotta what, baby?” You asked, caressing the sides of his heavy head.

“Gotta—uhh. C-Clean you up.” He muttered, trying to sit up, only to fail miserably with a loud sigh.

“What did you do to me?” He joked, looking into the sky in defeat. You chuckled, lifting your hips up slowly. He came out with a pop, his seed spilling out of you like a waterfall.

“Ohhh shit.” He groaned, finding enough strength to watch the scene underneath him. “How about i clean up this time, hmm?” You asked, pecking his quivering lips. He rolled his eyes, frustrated at the fact that he couldn’t tend to you how he always does.

“Fine. But this is the LAST time you’ll be in control. You’re too much for me.” He chuckled, rubbing circles into your hips.

“Yes, lo’ak.” You nodded, standing up slowly to tend to your exhausted boyfriend. Maybe you should do this more often?

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[yanderestarangel]

"𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍" | 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

TW: afab reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, painkink, sexual punishment, dom!kenshi.

SYNOPSIS: You were dating Kenshi, and your sex was always vanilla, so you decided to tease him a little, bringing out the worst/best in Kenshi.

As the door closes, sealing you and Kenshi away from prying eyes, the intensity between you escalates rapidly. He wastes no time, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate, desperate kiss, the pent-up desire finally unleashed. You guide him to your room, anticipation thrumming through your veins as you undress, quickly discarding your shorts, revealing your exposed pussy that glistens with need. The sheer vulnerability and eagerness in your voice only serves to fuel Kenshi's own primal desires.

"-Crawl into bed, (Y/N)" -Kenshi orders, his voice hoarse with desire as he discards his own clothes urgently. He watches you intently as you obey, his movements are a deliciously tempting invitation, Kenshi slowly approaches, his gaze full of hunger and dominance, without hesitation, you position yourself on all fours on the bed, presenting yourself to him, your body ready and Eagerly eager for your touch. His hands hold your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he positions himself at your entrance. With each thrust, he fills your pussy completely. He leans over your back, his rough hands leaving marks on your hips as he bites the back of your sensitive neck.

"-You feel so good honey." -Kenshi growls, his voice full of desire. "-Take all of me, let me feel your tight pussy gripping my cock."

But then, you decided to provoke him, calling him the nickname he hated "old man", a clear challenge to Kenshi's authority. Then a dark, dominant fire flickering in his gaze. He wastes no time responding to his challenge, quickly changing position and flipping you onto your back, tightly pinning your wrists above your head. A raw, primal growl escapes Kenshi's lips as he thrusts into your pussy with an intensity that takes your breath away. His movements become even more vigorous, his hips slamming against yours with a magnetic force, pleasure surges through you, mixing with the thrill of teasing your boyfriend's dominant side.

"-Asking for it, huh, you brat?" -Kenshi hisses, a hint of reprimand. He lowers his head, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that leaves you gasping for air, he lets go of your wrists, hands finding purchase in your hair as he pulls your head back, exposing your vulnerable neck to his insatiable hunger. Kenshi's teeth sink into your skin, his grip on your hair tightens, ensuring you can't move as he plunders your pussy.

"-Is this what you wanted you damn brat? Teasing me To feel me fucking you, dominating you? You are mine, and I will show you how much control I have over you."

You arch your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, savoring the numbing pleasure that consumes you. As your bodies move in perfect synchronization, Kenshi's grip on your hair loosens, his hand traces a path of fire through yours body, reaching for your hardened nipples, the world becomes a blur of sensations, every touch, every thrust propelling you on a rollercoaster of pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely. Without a word, he pulls out of your throbbing pussy, leaving you empty and wanting more. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as his hand descends on your overstimulated pussy, the pain mixing with waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sound of impact echoes in the room, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending you over the edge. But Kenshi doesn't stop there.

He continues his attack, his hand returning repeatedly to give hard, painful slaps to your ass, You writhe beneath him, your body shaking, His attack on your ass leaves it red and tender, extremely painful.

"-Is that all you fucking got? Calling me an old man? I'm going to show you how much this 'old man' will fuck you up and leave you unable to walk." -His hand slaps your ass again, the pain radiating throughout your body, but with each blow, the tingling pain consumes you. His grip on your breasts tightens, fingers digging into your flesh possessively as he resumes his relentless thrusts into your wet, throbbing pussy, amplifying the sensitivity of your overstimulated clit.

"-You're a fucking naughty little whore, You want to be filled with my cum? What a slutty thing... you're such a patheticcum whore aren't you?" -His thrusts become faster and more aggressive, his hips slamming into yours with an undeniable force. Pleasure builds within you like a volcanic eruption, his thrusts become faster and more aggressive, his hips slamming into yours with an undeniable force, a lust builds within you like a volcanic eruption, With a primal groan Kenshi pulls out of your pussy at the very last moment, his hand taking over where his cock left off. He strokes himself with urgency, his eyes locked onto his trembling form, he aims his release at your ravished pussy, string after string of hot, sticky cum coating the swollen flesh, mingling with his own slick juices.

"-Never call me old again... otherwise I'll do much worse, fucking every hole of yours until you become a stupid, brainless mess, only thinking about my dick."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[lvlyghost]

I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH 😩❤️😍 the way you characterize ghost is so good I can't 😭❤️ I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something for me since your writing style is sooo good frfr

How about ghost and reader have an argument that was started by ghost and he goes a bit too far breaking the reader and making them cry and be just a shell of themselves how would he feel when he sees the readers state and how would he fix it with a happy end please

Broken Wings

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: After a night out, things seem to take a turn in your relationship with Ghost.

Word Count: 2.1k

Tw: angst, hurt/comfort, self doubt, jealousy, probably ooc!simon, curse words. lots of grammar mistakes, poorly edited you know the drill🐝

A/N: i loved this request sooo much, though i did have a lot of trouble when writing it since i wasn't feeling too inspired. also had two different stories but ended up deciding to post this one i might post the other one idk, hope you like this anon! I did try my best🫶🏻🤍🩷✨corrections are appreciated; remember english isn't my native language 🐸

Masterlist✨

"I like you." You said with big bright eyes.

"But no one can know about this. Just you and I. That's enough." He answered, hand tracing the side of your face.

You blink rapidly. You have always been daydreamer. It caused you tons of problems although you tried to do your best when you were out on missions. Ghost is walking ahead of you, boots sinking in the sand beneath your feet. The waves crashing on the shore is something you like listening to and seeing too but under different circumstances. Both of your gear clink with every step you take, it's the only sound as well as the sea that swallows the tense silence that falls between the two.

Things have been rather... strange since two days ago and you've tried to talk to him about it. It wasn't weird for Ghost to push you back every now and then, he was a complicated person and you couldn't be more different from one another.

You were the sun and he was the darkness that came at night or so he had said one night at the common room back at the compound. He was stoic, grumpy and hardly found himself enjoying somebody's company. You on the other hand, even though you wouldn't consider yourself the most outgoing person like Johnny, still you liked talking unlike him. You loved going out with the task force. And most importantly you loved when Ghost joined because you loved him, you loved having him around, despite his gruff responses or annoyed looks.

You jog though your legs shake and tiredness sets in your body.

"How much farther until we get there?" You ask, ignoring the fact that his frame goes rigid when you speak . He doesn't acknowledge you at first. All you hear is a small sigh leaving his lips. You kind of wish he wasn't wearing the damn sunglasses so you could see his eyes.

They always said a lot.

"Thirty minutes. Give or take." The answer is short and cold, breaking your heart a little more than before. Still, you decide to try again.

"Sir, is something bothering you?" Before he can stop it he scoffs, shaking his head. "What?" Brows furrowing on your features. "Simon..."

He stops all of the sudden, turning to face you with a tense stance.

"First of all don't bloody use my name out here. Secondly it's your own fault we've been walking for hours. So don't go asking if something's bothering me, Sergeant."

Taking a step back you open your mouth.

"My fault? I was doing my job!"

"Didn't know your job was to get your fucking head blown off!!" He seethes. "Fucking hell you can't be this reckless and expect me to clap at your poor acting on the field." Your heart begins to race, he had never said such things to you. Taking a small step back your grit your teeth, you hated that his words were making your eyes blurry. This was the Simon you never wanted to see. And yet there he was. "Now we lost the damn intel thanks to you." He spits. But something isn't adding up.

"It's not just that. You've been acting strange for a few days now, Ghost. Don't come and tell me it's just because I did what I was supposed to do!" He stiffs yet again. Jaw clenching so hard you fear he might break it. "Not missing the way you avoid me ever since..." you close your mouth shut. "The pub..." he shifts his weight from one foot to another. The waves are increasing and now reach your feet, dampening your boots. And then you remember him storming off the local pub before he even finished his own drink. Everyone had heard the hard slap to John's arm when he had tried to calm him down. God why didn't you pay more attention to that moment? Because you both had agreed to keep your distances? And going after him was out of discussion? Then the next day you'd barely seen him, just for a short moment during debriefs and that was it. The moment you had gotten up from your seat he was gone. And today you were supposed to go to a special op that had soon become a problem that eventually led to the two of you in the middle of a beach, it was a cloudy day and if it weren't for the heavy layers you wore you're certain you'd be shaking. Sometimes –and you were ashamed of it– you were oblivious to many things and it seemed that Ghost's anger toward you was one of them this time. "What happened?"

He inhales deeply.

"It's over. That's what happened."

Your heart sinks and you swallow hard. Your whole body loses color when he mutters those two words. Out of all the things, all the possibilities you thought he'd say to you, he decided to end everything. Shaking your head you try to touch his hand but he doesn't let you.

"Ghost where is all of this coming from I don't understand!" You choke out. "We were fine..."

"No. You were fine. If I wasn't enough you should've just said so."

"Stop... you... what the hell are you talking about???"

"Nothing that matters anymore. Keep walking and don't say another word. That's an order."

He turns and keeps walking as if nothing just happened. As if he didn't just completely broke your heart.

'You were fine'.

What was that supposed to mean? You think, walking a few meters behind him, scared to even say anything else; to even try to grab him by the arm and force him to talk. It would only make things worse right now.

By the time you reach the safe house it's started to rain the silence between the two is deafening and tense. Ghost's cold demeanor and hurtful words have left a scar. Never in a million years would you think you'd be here, with a broken, shattered heart and no explanation from his part.

Words that pierced through your soul.

That day something died inside you. And he was the reason.

-

Two weeks, three days and seven hours.

That's the time that's passed since that day at the beach. Two weeks since Simon broke you and gave you no reasons.

You're a disaster.

You barely eat or get any sleep. There's dark circles under your eyes and you're sure you've lost some weight too. Ghost has been gone on a mission alone with Johnny for a week now, which left you with a lot of spare time to think about the two of you.

More tears stream down your face when you remember that day. Had you missed something important? Was Ghost's mind somewhere dark? Somewhere it shouldn't be? God knows he was... difficult to say the least. But every single time you tried, tried to be there for him. Did those late nights at your home meant nothing? Had he not seen the way you looked at him? Had you not shown him enough of your affection? Everything you'd do for him if he simply asked?

Getting up from your bed you get ready for another day. Not bothering to lace your boots just shoving them inside your shoes you walk down the hallways until you get to the training room. Gaz is talking to John in the far corner, the Captain's arms are crossed over his chest while Kyle frowns and shakes his head. You don't to even go and salute them as you normally would do, instead you put your earphones on and hit the treadmill.

It doesn't last long though; after one minute someone stops it by pressing down the off button. Your brows knitted together as you stop, turning to look up at Gaz who smiles politely.

"Sorry for that, sweetheart. You okay?" You nod, but say nothing more. "Come here." He pats your shoulder and helps you down from the treadmill. If you could smile now you would. But no even the faintest, softest grin leaves your lips. Gaz takes a quick glimpse at your face and rubs the back of his neck. "You know, Soap and Ghost just got back. Heard Lt. was asking about you."

"Oh." You murmur. "Okay." You don't move nor dare to meet his eyes. "I'll just head back to my room."

"Uhmm. I- what I meant is he's looking for you..." Shaking your head you walk away, not having the energy to face Simon right now. And why did he need to see you? Made pretty clear that you two were done, therefore was no need to see each other unless it was work related.

-

"You really do like it here don't you." Your body goes rigid. This was supposed to be your safe place. The roof of the armory was rarely visited by anyone at this hour. Simon's voice seems softer than ever before but you don't answer. Not even turn to acknowledge him. You hear muttered words and then he crouches down to your level. "Price said you're not eating. Do we have to send you to the military counselor now?" How dare he? After all he caused this. You know he doesn't mean it in bad way, somehow he cares for you deep down. Your hands ball into fists, fighting the urge to snap at him, to push him down and just break him the way he broke you. But you don't because you still love him, and could never bring yourself to hurt him. Simon is staring intently at you, waiting, hoping for any sign. He knows he shouldn't be here. Bloody hell he knows you shouldn't even look his way never again. He deserves it. Every bit of it. "Talk to me, love. Please." It's a low whisper. A plea.

"What do you want Ghost?" You ask softly. Simon leans closer, sitting down with his legs propped up against his chest and arms resting on his knees. It's a funny look for someone his size.

"Jus' wanted to see you." You scoff playing with your hands, refusing to lock eyes with him because if you did you'd be done. "Wanted to explain..."

"Then just do it!" You sob. Your lower lip trembles. "And then leave."

"Fine." He agrees. "But I'm not leaving. I- I made a mistake, and took it out on you okay? I was scared."

"Scared?" Your head snaps to where he is sitting. It's painful just to look at him. "Why would you be scared Ghost?" You retaliate

He grumbles, never fancied when you called him that when you were alone. Quite the contradiction given the fact that he told you not to call him his name that day at the beach.

"Because I saw you." He points out. "That night. Everything you're missing for being with someone like me. Can't even show proper affection because it's not me... and you deserve more than that. More than me."

"Ghost..."

"No. Lemme finish, love." He swallows. It's always amusing how controlled he seems. "I lost it, yeah? You looked so happy. How on earth do I deserve you, on what universe do I deserve ya'?"

Sucking in a sharp breath you recall the moments that preceded the events. The sound of music blasting through the speakers, when you joined the rest of the soldiers on the other side of the pub. Private Miller had slung his arm over your shoulders in a friendly manner. You laughed and drank too much that night, it was joyful. Everyone was there, your team. You never thought he felt that way about it.

"Oh my... Simon." You cover your mouth and cry silently. He hesitated for a moment before pulling you close and into his lap. "Should've known something was wrong. Forgive me... I should've stayed with you, follow you after you left." You cry out.

You were scared too, for very different reasons. That he'd get tired of you eventually, that if you weren't cautious enough your secret would be known. Both would get suspended thus separated and discharged.

"No, love. You shouldn't have to go running after me. I should be running after you. Now forgive me, say you will. Or else I might just lose myself for good." You cradle his face in your hands lifting the balaclava just above the bridge of his nose. Thumb tracing his lower lip. Your tears have dried.

"I've missed you so much, Simon. All you gotta do is talk to me, always." He tightens his grip around you. "You think Price would let us go home tonight and not ask questions?"

His chuckle is short and soft.

"Yeah. I think he's known for a while now."

#cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost modern warfare #cod simon riley #call of duty ghost simon riley #cod mw ghost

[zaiisaii]

What if we bully Eugene by overstimulating him

It'd be fun to watch someone so cocky become reduced to a whiny crying mess

LOOKSIM

⋆ — overstimulation w/ .ᐟ ﹙eugene﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

note:: i get so happy when he gets caught off guard or just looks completely defeated. it's my favorite thing.

"why can't you just behave?"

eugene stares at you, his glasses nearly falling off his face. his chest heaves calmly, up and down. "you wouldn't be having so much fun then."

he got you there.

you hum in agreement. he sighs when you turn back to your computer, watching the movie on the screen.

you've been ignoring him for... how long now? forty minutes? you nod to yourself before taking one last glance at the tied-up boy.

he's staring up at the ceiling with false interest, you've taped a vibrator on his cock but you haven't turned it on.

you pull out your phone to play with the settings.

eugene jumps when the toy suddenly turns on, his head snaps in your direction but you weren't paying him any attention.

he yelps and squirms on the bed. he wants to scream your name, and call you in to give him a heads up next time but he knew a sadist like you would have no mercy on someone like him.

his glasses tip down further, his hips thrusting into the air as the smart man lets out the breathiest, most pathetic whimpers you've ever heard.

the short boy melts when you run your fingers through his hair to calm him down.

"[name]–"

he grunts, a white substance pooling on his stomach.

that was unexpected.

he breathes in slowly and looks at you with a confused gaze.

you smile.

eugene struggles against the bondage that ties him down to the bed, panic filling his body at this. you weren't going to give him a break...

"ah... there's no need to be scared," his head snaps to you, eyes wide and body tensed. your touch is gentle as your tone of voice. "you'll feel good."

eugene could only last a couple of rounds, with minute-long breaks between them and that was it. he didn't come much, he didn't make much noise. but this, he couldn't hold back.

his vision fades in and out, eyelids slowly shutting. you gripped his jaw and shook him awake, "don't pass out on me."

he shuts his eyes and squeals, mouth going dry. "i wasn't!"

he grits his teeth and holds onto his compose. don't break, don't break, don't break.

it's all you wanted from him and he didn't want to give it to you.

his eyes swell up with tears, he quickly moves his face from your view but it was too late.

"you're crying?" you laugh, mocking him. his lip quivers as he sinks his teeth into the plump and pink flesh.

you look at his trembling body with eyes full of pity. "aww,"

his hips gently rock back and forth to soothe himself, tummy flexing in and out rapidly as he tries to catch his breath.

"say 'please' and i'll let you go." you rest your palm on his inner thigh to draw hearts with your thumb. eugene jolts and shakes his head.

no.

you click your tongue, "more fun for me then..."

thats all my fingers wanted to write. its too cold 😀

#lookism x reader #sub character #lookism #lookism smut #dom reader #dom!reader #gender neutral reader #webtoon #sub lookism #top reader #eugene x reader #lookism eugene #eugene

[seokgyuu]

hi beloved mitchie :) my phone autocorrected ur name to mischief which seems very fitting hehe! so anyway. deekay who always begs you to sit on his face because he wants to feel you suffocating him as he drowns in your pussy and not just any deekay but specifically this deekay because he wants to feel you dripping down his neck

A/N: YOU ARE CRAZY. But of course, you ask I deliver. I hope you enjoy!

PAIRING: Dokyeom x Reader

GENRE: Smut MDNI!

WARNINGS: kinda sub!seokmin/dom!reader, usage of the word slut for seokmin, reader has female anatomy, begging, oral (f receiving), face sitting, squirting, multiple orgasms (f)

WORD COUNT: 1420 (I'm not joking)

Requests are open! Check out my 1k special!

Smut under the line.

“Please baby,” his voice is dripping in lustful honey, wrapping around your whole body and soul, pulling you down into its dirty trenches. Fingers press against your hips and you feel heat between your legs, a continuous throbbing that only gets worse the more you look at him. Tingles all over your skin, wishing to be touched, wishing to be worshiped. You bite your bottom lip hard, almost drawing blood as you let your fingers wander over his perfectly shaped face, reaching up to softly caress his carefully styled hair. 

“You just got here, my love, in your pretty outfit, with your pretty hair… and you already want to drown in my pussy? Is that all I am to you?” 

His eyes grow wide, hands pulling you closer as he rapidly shakes his head.

“No! No, of course not, my love. You are so much more to me, but… I need you, I want you so bad, I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. Would have been here sooner but because I couldn’t concentrate, the shoot lasted even longer…,” he almost whispers his words, his feet carrying him, having him push you against the wall, his hands sneaking down to your bare thighs. 

“And now I get here and you’re wearing nothing but my shirt, babe, you must understand-,”

“Oh, I must do nothing,” you interrupt him, a small grin on your lips as you let his hands wander regardless, your legs spreading for him, “I understand that my boy is a horny little slut that doesn’t have it in him to wait. Did the stylists allow you to keep that outfit, baby? Or did you just take off the second they called “cut”?”

Seokmin is kissing your neck, his one hand already between your legs, feeling the wetness that has already gathered. He moans when you call him a slut, his teeth sinking into your sensitive skin and you let both of your hands rest on the back of his head, digging into his scalp.

“I am… such a horny slut for you, babe, please let me eat you out, wanna taste you… drown in your sweetness, please?” His breath feels like a soft spring breeze against you, feels so comfortable and familiar and it makes your heart race and your cunt clench. You nod, not able to hold back any longer because he just looks too good and you’ve been craving his mouth on you for hours now. 

The second you give him the go, he is on his knees. Your panties are discarded on the floor and his tongue is licking through your wet folds, your head bumping against the wall as you continue to stroke his soft hair. He loves your taste. Loves the way you sound when he does certain things with his tongue. He knows you inside out by now, knows where to kiss you, touch you, where to put his tongue and for how long. He knows it and he does it. Flicks his tongue against your clit, fingers slipping through your lips, coating them in your wetness. He smells you and he tastes you and he feels you all around. His senses are you and there is nothing he wants more than for you to drench his face in your cum. 

“So, so sweet for me. So perfect, my love,” he licks up a stripe from entrance to clit before pushing a finger in, having you moan his name. His finger moves slowly at first, slowly but hitting you deep, your sweet spot engraved in his brain. He kisses your cunt, kisses it as if it was your mouth, tongue swirling as if it was dancing with yours. He sucks your clit between his lips, tongue around it in circles and you cry out, nails digging into his scalp once more. 

“Oh.. oh god, Seokmin,” you feel yourself nearing a first orgasm and Seokmin wraps his free arm around you, pulling you closer as he sucks on your lips, sucks on every bit of skin he can get, making such dirty noises with his mouth it gets your cheeks all heated up. 

Then he stops and you feel like crying. You look down at him and his eyes are telling. He is going to beg for something. 

“Baby… can you sit on my face? Please, I wanna drown in your sweetness“, he still pumps his finger inside you, adding a second one now and you gasp, nodding your head yes because there is nothing else you can do at this point.

You move to the couch, Seokmin on his back, still in his expensive photoshoot outfit, mesh shirt showing his toned chest and torso and you position yourself above him, thighs spread over his head. He licks his lips resting his hands on your ass as you sit down. The first times you had been scared to literally suffocate him - but he hadn’t been. He had begged you and he did so every other day. He simply loved your pussy, loved smelling it, eating it, feeling it. 

The second you sit down, he is back at work. Your moans fuel him, make him more eager. He squeezes your ass, and soon enough you know he is encouraging you to actually fuck his face. Biting your lip, you let your hands play with your tits, hips moving as he shoves his tongue into your hole, a loud whimper escaping your throat. Your juices are dripping down his face, his nose bumping into your clit repeatedly and you feel like you’ve reached heaven. Seokmin feels about the same. Nothing is as wonderful to him as this. His beloved partner on his face, riding his tongue like it was his cock. He puts his all into this, his cock straining against his designer pants that he knows he has to give back eventually. He doesn’t care though. Doesn’t care that you’re dripping down his neck, some of it probably landing on the pearl necklace and meshed top. He doesn’t care that he will give back cum drenched clothes and accessories - all he cares about is making you cum over and over again. 

Your first orgasm hits you a few seconds later, when his tongue is pressed against your bud and his hand grabs the flesh of your ass harshly. You ride it out, moans filling the air of the room that already smells like you. Seokmin doesn’t stop, he only works harder, wants you to let it all out, wants to be suffocated by you, by your cum, your taste and smell. He pushes you down, and you let out the loudest moan yet, hands gripping the armrest of the couch, hips moving frantically on top of his face.

“F-fuck, Seokmin! D-Don’t stop, oh my god,” you feel tears prickling, overstimulation kicking in and having your whole body shake. You know it won’t take long for him to make you cum again, to have you squirt on his face. You also know that that’s exactly what he wants to achieve and you’re more than willing to give it to him. 

Moving his hand, you soon feel three of his fingers pushing into you at once, your eyes rolling back and for a second you’re scared you’ll fall off him - but his other arm is quick to wrap around you, holding you steady as he fucks you with his fingers and sucks on your clit, your wetness dripping with no end in sight. Feeling another wave of pleasure, his fingers hitting you, stuffing you so perfectly, the familiar feeling of liquid shooting out of and drenching everything beneath you is having you cry out, actual tears spilling out of your eyes as Seokmin moans around your clit, drinking in all he can, lapping at the juice he deems as the tastiest drink there is. He can never get enough of it, almost like an addiction. A second orgasm follows straight away, black and white dots appearing in front of your eyes as you ride this one out as well, all while Seokmin has never been happier. 

The second you’re done, he lets go off your hip and you fall to the side, Seokmin catching you skillfully and pressing you against his wet chest. His whole face is covered in you, his hair wet as well and your heavy eyelids flutter open to look at him and smile sheepishly.

“You’re insane,” you mumble and peck his lips, having him giggle.

“I’m only insane about you, babe.” 

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[lithium80writer]

Fantasy (EddiexReaderxBilly)

Part 3 of 4⚠️ Four parts series of nothin’ but smut. EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI⚠️ Also, threesome. There will be butt stuff. Sue me 🤷🏻‍♀️ just don't report me 🙃

******

You smile up at Billy as you suck back to his tip, slowly releasing him from your mouth.

Eddie sits there waiting.

"Seriously?" Billy grumbles looking over at him.

Eddie just smirks.

You get up on your knees and bring your lips to Billy's neck. You kiss him lightly before sucking harshly. He moans deeply as you continue to mark him.

"Fuck... would you like to join us Munson?" he groans.

"Told you, you would ask." Eddie smiles as he makes his way to the bed.

"Don't be a smart ass." Billy says before he inhales sharply as you sink your teeth into his neck.

You feel Eddie behind you. His ringed fingers land on your waist before sliding across your ass.

This is happening.

You bring your face to Billy's and kiss him softly. His tongue enters your mouth as his hand grips the back of your neck tightly.

Eddie squeezes your ass causing you to moan into the kiss. You feel Eddie's chin rest on your shoulder. "Lay down, sweetheart." he mumbles into your ear.

You pull away from Billy and lay back on the bed. Eddie leans down and begins sucking on your neck. His hand works its way down your body.

"Ohh.." you moan softly as his fingers meet your warmth. You look up to see Billy watching carefully. His cock standing erect.

You reach out your hand and he comes to the other side of you.

Eddie enters two fingers and your eyes shut as a whimper escapes your lips. Then you feel his lips on yours. Strong and forceful. Billy.

He kisses you roughly swallowing your cries as Eddie works you closer and closer to your peak.

You're already sensitive and your body is shaking slightly with every touch.

Eddie is sucking and nipping on your neck as he curls his fingers inside of you.

Billy pulls away, his lips resting against yours. "Does that feel good?" he mumbles against your lips.

"Yes." you moan.

"You gonna cum on his hand, baby?"

Oh shit.

"Mm.. mhmm." you hum against his lips as his hand moves to your breast. He begins massaging before kissing down your neck.

He takes your nipple in his mouth and begins to suck and flick. You turn your head and Eddie's lips slam into yours.

His kiss is hungry, his tongue swirling wildly with yours as he brings his thumb to your clit. You rock your hips against his hand as you bring your hand to the back of Billy's head.

Billy bites down on your nipple and you cry out as you completely come undone.

"Mmm... look at you.." Eddie hums as you soak his hand.

"Eddie.. Eddie, it's too much." you whine but he doesn't stop. His fingers slide in and out causing your body to jerk.

"We've barely started, sweetheart."

Billy chuckles at his statement and your eyes roll back as Eddie continues making you scream.

"You doing okay, baby?" Billy growls in your ear.

"I... I'm gonna cum again!" you grip Billy's hair and pull his face to yours kissing him roughly as your muscles spasm around Eddie's fingers again.

Billy moans into your mouth as you suck on his tongue.

Your legs tremble as you feel your slickness coating your thighs. Eddie slowly removes his fingers and you close your thighs together tightly.

He grins at you as you try to catch your breath. "Oh my god." you pant as your chest moves rapidly.

"Hands and knees." Eddie orders.

"Baby... I can't.." you whimper.

"You said you wanted us to destroy you.. remember?" Eddie smirks down at you.

"Yes." you whisper.

"Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees." he demands.

You have a safe word. He knows you'll use it if necessary. He also knows exactly what you want.

"Yes sir."

You get on your hands and knees on the bed. Eddie's hands immediately grip your waist.

"Are you gonna suck his dick while I fuck you, baby?" Eddie gives your ass a hard smack.

"Fuck you like the little slut you are.. hm?"

"Yes!" you cry as he smacks your other cheek.

"Ask him, sweetheart. And ask him nicely." Eddie burns.

"Kinky." Billy mumbles under his breath.

"Can I please suck your dick, Billy?" you look up at him and bat your eyelashes. He kneels in front of you and looks down at you with his eyes full of lust.

He simply nods and takes his cock in his hand. He guides it towards your mouth and you open your lips allowing him to slip inside.

He moans as you begin bobbing your head, taking him deep in your throat.

You feel Eddie behind you planting kisses along your ass. He gives you a little bite and you moan onto Billy's cock. Billy's hand rests lightly on your head as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

You keep your hands on the bed to balance yourself as Billy does the work, slowly guiding himself deeper and deeper.

Suddenly you feel Eddie's tongue dip into your warmth. You moan again but your sounds are muffled. Eddie takes his tongue and licks from your clit all the way to your other hole causing you to gasp.

He spreads your cheeks and begins flicking his tongue across your puckered hole.

"Fuck..." Billy breathes as he watches Eddie begin licking and sucking. You feel his tongue enter you reaching deep inside. He moans as he fucks your asshole with his tongue.

His fingers dig into your ass as Billy speeds up fucking your throat. Your eyes are pooling with tears as he grips your hair tight.

You gag as he pushes himself deep in your throat.

"Gag on my cock, baby. Fuck.. You look so fucking good..." Billy groans deeply as a tear rolls down your cheek. You blink away the tears to watch his face full of pleasure.

You feel the loss of Eddie's tongue for a moment. You see Billy look at Eddie and raise an eyebrow, you go to release Billy but he brings your head back forcefully causing you to gag again.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, spit seeping out of the sides of your mouth as he thrusts roughly.

And then you feel it. Eddie's finger against your ass. The chill of the lube. Oh shit.

He slowly slides one finger in and you close your eyes tight as he works it in and out.

He adds another finger and you squirm slightly as he works them in and out. You slowly begin to rock back into his hand and he lets out a guttural moan. Billy suddenly pulls his cock out and grips your chin tightly.

"You want us both?" he growls.

Eddie smacks your ass hard, forcing you to answer.

"Yes." you whimper.

"You're a good little slut." Billy says deeply. His eyes are darker now. Lust filled. He lays down on the bed and motions for you.

Eddie removes his fingers as you straddle Billy's lap.

"Oh fuck." you say shakily as you lower yourself down on his cock. You gasp loudly as your thighs reach his hip bones.

"So deep.. you're so fucking deep." you moan. You feel Eddie's hands on your waist as he leans in to kiss your neck from behind.

"Are you ready, baby?" he moves your hair to the side and kisses the back of your neck as you feel his cock pressed lightly against your other hole.

You nod as you lean down resting your hands on Billy's firm chest. You hear Eddie squirt some lube onto his hand. He rubs it along his cock.

You look into Billy's eyes as you feel Eddie slowly enter you. Your mouth falls open with a squeak as he glides himself inside.

"P-please be easy." you whisper.

"That's not what you want though.. is it?" Eddie burns as he slowly begins to thrust.

"I... fuck.. Eddie.." you mumble as you begin to roll your hips slowly.

The feeling of both of them inside of you is unreal.

"You want us to destroy you?" Billy laughs wickedly as he thrusts up into you causing your head to fall back as you cry out.

They begin to move in tandem. Billy lifting his hips, driving deep into your pussy as Eddie fucks you from behind.

Words escape you completely as your body is overwhelmed with pleasure. You've never felt anything like it.

They speed up and your cries fill the room. Moans and whimpers and groans. The sound of skin slapping together again and again.

"Holy shit." Eddie moans as he takes a hold of your hair pulling tightly. You cry out in pleasure as Billy begins to rub your clit roughly.

"God, that pussy feels so good." Billy says as he grits his teeth.

"I... I can't... oh my god. Fuck, fuck me..." you squeal as tears continue streaming down your face.

"I'm gonna cum... baby I'm gonna cum." Eddie says ramming into you.

You nod, completely unable to speak. Your head falls forwards meeting Billy's half lidded eyes.

"Cum for us, y/n. I wanna feel you cum." he moans as he slams into you from below.

Your nails dig into his chest as your eyes roll completely in your head. Your entire body trembles as you let go, allowing the pleasure to rush over you.

You scream out as you hit your climax. Your vision blurs as you feel both of them twitch inside of you. You struggle to keep your eyes open at all, feeling the intense euphoria wash over you.

You collapse onto Billy's chest breathing heavily. Your body shakes as you come down from your high. None of you speak for what feels like forever.

"Fantasy fulfilled, sweetheart?" Eddie says finally. You laugh a breathy laugh and nod. Fantasy fulfilled.

*********

Three weeks later

Ring Ring Ring

You walk over and pick up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey y/n.. it's Billy."

You smile as you look over at Eddie.

"Hi Billy." you say sweetly.

"I was just.. well I just wanted to say if you guys, you know.. well if you guys ever wanted to um.. do that again.. I'd be down." he rambles.

You wink at Eddie who gives you a little wink back.

"We'll let you know, Hargrove." you say before hanging up.

"He just can't get enough?" Eddie jokes as you slide onto his lap. You kiss him softly.

"It was fun." you say kissing him again.

"Maybe one more time couldn't hurt." Eddie mumbles kissing you roughly. You smile into his kiss.

"I love you, Eddie."

"I love you, sweetheart."

Part 4 can be found here 🖤

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[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Teeth

Part 10

Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Nothing much really, some smut, some angst, loads of dumbassery.

I'm waiting for you outside.' Is what he texts you on your first day back to work.

'Why?'

'Isn't it obvious?'

Oh, you hated him.

He looks fucking hot, because of course he does, dressed in his usual, but unbelievably attractive, work attire.

The bane of your existence that he is, gives you a nod of his head in greeting.

"I'm driving you to work."

The audacity.

You stop right in front of him, looking up at him evenly, trying your hardest not to smile, or look away, or look down at his lips-

"What makes you think, I want you to drive me to work?"

He returns your stare easily, and if you were any less angry with him, you would have folded.

"I know you don't feel safe, and I want to help you with that however I can."

"I didn't ask for your help, I'm fine on my own." You say obstinately.

A smile pulls on his face for a second, and you feel yourself get even angrier that he would find humor while you stare him down.

"I know you're fine on your own," he says, leaning into you.

You gulp at the praise, taking a step back, he guides you, corrals you, until your back is pressed against his car.

"I know how strong and how capable you are." He follows up, bracing one hand on the car right beside you, you glance down at it, observing the shine of his watch, feeling your heart vibrate rapidly in response to his closeness.

"I think, you're maybe one of the best in your fields- if not the best and I don't think there's much problems you can't fix."

"Uh-" You try to protest.

His other hand pressing against the car on the other side of you makes you shut up really quickly. You look up at him as he looms over you, the scent of jasmine filling your senses, his eyes are even, and dark, demanding your attention.

"But I know security, and your safety is very important to me. So get in the car, and let me at least drive you to work."

Your eyes drop down to his lips.

God, how you want to kiss him. Just throw caution to the wind and slant your mouth against his until you steal his hot breath with each slide of your tongue on his-

Shit. This was not the way you wanted to interact with him today. You wanted to be casual and indifferent, pull away and keep your distance, not think about jumping him the minute he got too close to you.

You knew how he would play this, gentle and earnest now, and then cold to you later. If whiplash was a person, you'd be staring right at him.

You still couldn't shake the way his words made you feel. The way he believed in you so easily made you want to melt into a hot, sticky puddle at his feet.

So you find some common ground, nodding your head in assent, watching him lean away from you. You turn, pulling the door open, and climbing into the passenger seat of his car without looking back.

It's a lot more torment than you can manage. The whole way there, you're thinking about how easy it would be to fuck him in the back seat, have him drop his pants and you'd lift your skirt and sink right down onto him. You wonder what kind sounds he'd make-

"Do you want to pick the music?" He asks easily, unlocking his phone and leaning it your way.

Your hands shake when you take it, picking a song you like and letting it play.

You study him intently, he keeps a straight face as the song plays.

It burns at you to the point where you have to ask.

"What do you think?" You ask evenly, trying your hardest not to ramble.

Do you like it? Do you hate it? I'm sorry if it's shit.

You don't understand why you need his approval so much. Why did it matter to you?

What was it about him, that made you want every ounce of attention he could give you?

"It's good. It's not my specific taste but I like it." He answers, glancing over at you.

You smile.

"It's really funny. I think I have the best music taste but also I'm so insecure about it too." You try to explain, beating yourself up after you say it.

You watch his mouth twitch in amusement.

"That's very cute."

You turn away to look out the window so that he doesn't see how wide you smile.

.

"I just noticed- you got your necklace back." Bily comments, as you sit across from him in his office.

You raise a hand, touching the panther.

"Yeah," You say with a smile, "Someone brought it back for me."

"I'm glad to hear it."

You swallow with a nod, eager to get back to discussing work, trying to reduce the amount of time you spend around him, worried that you'll just keep saying stupid shit.

.

He doesn't like the distance.

The physical chasm between you was hard enough to handle as is, but now you're actively trying to avoid him as much as possible at Anvil.

Sure, the drives to work kept you close, he was able to see you everyday, talk to you, even just a little.

But you'd taken to holding your tongue around him, smiling and nodding, or giving one word answers when necessary.

It was fucking agony.

He wanted that sweet girl back, the one that found difficulty in keeping quiet.

Billy suspected it was in part his fault. He doubted he was the most welcoming face, and he knew sometimes he came across dismissive when he was trying to tamp the beast down, his slipping self control could make him come across as irritable. There was also the guilty feeling in his chest when he got too close. He didn't want to devalue your work in any way.

But keeping you safe had become necessary.

With the robbery happening when he'd been dealing with the full moon, Billy realized that he'd have to be more vigilant.

New York could be so unsafe, and Billy would not let another hurt you.

He swallows angrily when images of the little scratches on your skin materialise in his head.

Killing those men had been necessary. Carving their faces up until they had been barely recognisable, leaving them in a place easily found by the target audience was detrimental.

The predator had been pleased with the shocked faces of those that had observed his work. The message had been clear; tread lightly, there was no criminal organisation out there that could keep anyone safe from him.

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Billy wakes up when you say his name.

He blinks, sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes when he catches sight of you.

You're dressed in a satin nightdress, his hands clench into fists, eager to get his hands on the material.

He says your name, watches you smile at him as you get closer.

He's not wearing anything, only the black sheets tucked around his lower half protect you from seeing his hardening cock.

You don't seem to mind his state of undress, crawling into his bed, and not stopping until you're straddling his lap, right atop his covered cock.

He groans, and he watches you smile mischievously.

You lean closer, and Billy tilts his head up, closes his eyes, eager to kiss you.

All you do is press your forehead to his, rubbing your nose against the slant of his.

He says your name, a plea, an ask of desperation, begging you not to tease him.

You hum, little fingers wrapping behind his neck, a comforting hand on the edges of shredding his self control.

When he tilts his head up for a kiss, you move your head back.

Your fingers wander, exploring what's yours. Billy closes his eyes and surrenders himself to it, feels the trace of your gentle fingers over his collarbones.

He tilts his head back, all the weight of his torso propped onto his arms keeping him upright. He feels your fingers explore them too, carefully assessing each bicep, each line of his muscle.

He hopes you like it- the shape of his body- he hopes you like what you see.

He lets out a low groan when your fingers trace his chest, his skin tingles in the best way. He feels so open, vulnerable for you, and he can't fathom enough thought to build any walls against you and the way you make him feel.

He lets you explore his torso, eager fingers reaching behind to rub your soft hands against his back. His breath catches when he feels your nails claw against his skin for a brief moment.

He raises his head, tries to kiss you again, only to have you pull back with another teasing laugh.

Why were you punishing him? Hadn't he endured enough torment?

Apparently not, because in the next moment you drop your head to kiss his neck.

"Fuck." He grunts, tilting his head to give you more space to work, letting you kiss his neck to your heart's content.

You let out a hum of delight and his cock jumps, he loves the sounds you make.

You take it as an invitation, beginning to rock your hips against his gently, while you kiss his neck.

When kissing is not enough, he feels your teeth come out to play.

Perhaps you were a predator too.

Biting and licking and kissing his skin and  all he wants to do is give in to you, let you take anything you wanted.

He just wanted to belong to you.

"I'm close." He warns, gasping as your hips speed up, doesn't remember any point in his life where he was this on edge from just someone touching him.

He can't fight it, fingers gripping your hair, pulling your head back so that he can press his lips to yours.

He wakes up, cock aching painfully.

It doesn't take much, just the dip of his right hand below the thin sheets, pretending that his rough palm was really your soft one, and stroking himself to completion easily.

His body heaves in air, post-orgasmic bliss easing the tension in his body.

He sits up, tosses the sheets off with his other hand and moves to clean himself up.

You're still asleep. He can see you through the open curtains of your room.

You'd started sleeping with them open, maybe a day or two now, and the beast hums, contented that he may have factored into you feeling safe in your own home.

You shift, pulling a pillow tightly into your body, tossing a lithe leg over it.

Billy smiles to himself, admiring you curled up, wishing he could be there with you.

He shakes his head, takes a deep breath. Your safety came first, and he was making steady progress on that- too much progress for him to stop now.

.

Sometimes he texts you at the end of the work day to tell you that he's waiting by his car for you. Other times, he shows up in your little office space, leaning against the door to look at you steadily until you notice him. Today, it's the former.

You've been doing this little dance for almost a week now, you're not sure how sustainable it is, but you're stubborn, and you refuse to indulge him in any kind of deeper interaction because you know he's just going to pull away again.

It was all muddled in your head, the way you felt about him, and the lengths you went to so that you could hide those feelings, the way he acted toward you, not saying a word to you in the elevator, but holding you so tight after you'd been attacked.

It was obviously, just better to pull away, which you had definitely been trying to do. You knew it would save you a lot of heartache later.

Unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe you were in heartache right now.

You almost fall when you see him.

He's bent over, foot propped against a little ledge built into the wall behind his car, running a soft cloth over the tip of his boot.

He's dressed in partial tactical clothing, tight shirt tucked into combat pants, and your mouth dries up at the very sight of him.

"Billy?" You call, as you make your way to him.

He raises his head, says your name in greeting.

When he catches your eyes roaming the expanse of his chest he looks down.

"Ran some combat sims today." He explains.

You nod, swallowing.

"Right." Is all you say, opening his car door and slipping inside without another word.

You let out a shaky breath.

Holy fuck was he hot. Surface of the sun scorching and even worse when dressed in attire that forced you to think about how he would look using a gun.

God, you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the ache inside of you. This definitely was not helping you pull away from him.

You startle a little when he opens the driver's side door and slips inside.

Your eyes are fixed directly forward, you hear him take a deep breath.

"How was work today?" He asks, his voice hitting a low timbre, still soft despite the rumble.

"Good," You reply, matching his soft tone, uncaring of how innapropriate it might be.

Your clit was aching too much for you to worry about appropriateness.

"I like solving problems." You follow up unnecessarily.

He hums, you squeeze your eyes shut when his car roars to life.

"Are you hungry? We can stop for something on the way home." Billy offers.

Home, because both of you were going to near the same destination.

"I'm okay." You answer tersely, "I'm gonna whip up something at home."

He nods, deep in thought.

"Is it okay if I stop? I'm not feeling to cook for myself today."

Your mouth parts, you turn to him. He glances at you when he notices your movement.

"I can- If- If you want- I'm making pasta and I always make too much-" Fuck fuck fuck, what were you doing? What happened to keeping your distance?

You take a deep breath to gather your thoughts.

"Would you like to come over for dinner? I'll make pasta. Or it's not a problem if you want to get something else-"

"-I'd like that." He interrupts, and you can't help the heat that flushes throught your body.

"Good." You nod in acceptance, turning away from him to face forward once again, pretending to be casual when really, you could feel the slippery glide of your arousal between your legs.

.

How many times does he have to fight himself, before it's too much?

Your scent fills the enclosed space of his car, your arousal so prominent he can near taste it in the air. It wraps around him, seeps into his every pore, torments him.

The beast rages.

Billy swallows, tightening his already white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel- a few more minutes of this and he's going to damage his car.

He glances over at you, you're typing animatedly into your phone, he studies your hair, memorises it, takes another deep breath.

He wonders how soft the skin of your bare thighs would be, he thinks about the way it would feel against his face.

He takes another deep breath at a traffic light, tries to be calm but the only air he can breathe is full of you.

"Are you allergic to anything?" You murmur, seemingly deep in thought.

He forces himself to think for a moment.

"Allergic- no, but I really hate green beans."

You hum, typing something into your phone.

"No green beans. Got it."

You accept it so easily, you don't ask why, and he likes that. He likes how easy you accept him.

"I don't like broccoli either, and cabbage is on thin ice."

At this, you give a little giggle, he smiles at the sound, feels himself be put at ease.

"I love broccoli, but I hate the way people make it seem that picky kids are a parent's worst nightmare. No one faults adults for being picky. I'm sorry if your parents made you feel bad for not liking what you don't like."

He sighs, blinks, doesn't want to turn the atmosphere sour with his past, but something inside of him itches for the comfort you would no doubt give.

"I don't really have parents." he says softly. He watches you turn to look at him from the corner of his eye.

"You don't?" You ask.

He shakes his head slowly, eyes fixed on the road as the traffic light turns green.

"I grew up in a group home, I don't know if my parents would have made me feel bad or not, but the people that took care of me definitely did." He ends with a humorous tone in his voice, trying somehow to lighten the mood.

He's hyperfixated on every breath you take as you process the information.

"I'm sorry." You finally say.

"It's-"

"-Are you really going to say it's alright? Was it actually? Did you feel safe and protected? Did you get to have toys and your favourite foods?"

Billy hadn't expected this. No one before had really prodded him after he'd given the brief overview.

"No." He says simply.

"Is that why you hate green beans?"

Right on the money.

"Yes." He answers, vaguely aware that he's shutting down, trying not to overshare his traumatising childhood.

"What's your favourite food?" You inquire softly.

He spares a glance in your direction.

You look at him evenly, Billy can tell your mind is already made up, despite his next attempts to change it.

"You don't have to-"

"-I know. I know I don't, but I want to. I know you're my boss, and maybe this is not the most appropriate thing, but maybe we can be friends too."

He couldn't fight the smile that pulls at his mouth even if he tried.

"Of course we can be friends." He murmurs, sparing another glance from the road to look at your face. Captivating in every way, blissful shelter, in a raging storm.

.

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A/N: What song would you play for Billy that perfectly encapsulates your taste in music?

Mine is either Devil's Advocate by The Neighborhood or Take A Slice by Glass Animals

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #billy russo x female reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut #werepanther billy russo #werepanther!billy russo #monster!billyrusso #monster!billy russo #monster!billy

[steveshairychest]

Steve believes it's over; he believes they've won.

Sure, the town is divided by giant cavernous cracks, but that's not something he can fix with a nail bat. Steve's job is done. There'll be no more jumping through gates and fighting off monsters, no more injuries, and no more deaths.

Because they beat the bad guy.

Steve had watched him burn with his own eyes. He'd watched Nancy fire the shotgun right at Vecna's chest and taken pleasure in his screams as Vecna plummeted to his death. It came with a cost, but they won.

Things were just starting to fall back into place when he realised he was wrong. It starts as a faint sound, almost too quiet to hear over the chatter in his car, but it causes the hair on the back of his neck to stand and his hands to grip the wheel in fear. A quick glance in the rear vision mirror tells him no one else heard it. Mike makes a face at him when he meets Steve's eyes in the mirror and points at the road. "You don't have to keep checking. I swear I'm wearing my seatbelt."

No one notices the slight shake in his voice when he tells them to be quiet. No one notices his panic.

He hears it again when the kids pile out of the car. It's louder this time, almost deafening.

It's the sound of a clock, a grandfather clock.

Max had told him what it sounded like, she'd stared off into the distance and told him it made her heart race, made her so scared she felt sick. She said it sounded drawn out and wrong, like the clock was broken.

Steve hears that exact sound for days. It rings in his ears while he volunteers at the shelter, it deafens him in the middle of a conversation with Robin, it jolts him awake at night and leaves him reaching for the bat beside his bed.

But he doesn't tell anyone.

He doesn't tell anyone when his usual headaches get worse. He doesn't mention the hallucination of Barb he sees in his swimming pool when the kids come over to swim. He doesn't want to worry anyone, not when everything feels so normal, so peaceful.

But he's never been good at hiding secrets.

Especially not from Robin, who clocks him the minute he starts asking if she knows his favourite song and if she has a portable walkman. "But we won. We killed him." She chokes on her own words and they both slowly sink to the ground in a hug that nearly crushes them both. "You can't leave me, Steve. You can't. You can't. It's not fair. We won."

Steve holds her. He holds her so close to his chest and tries not to think about the reality that this might be their last hug. He doesn't have long now. If he were to lift his head from Robin's shoulder, he would be able to see the clock that has permanently wedged itself into the wall of his home.

Robin spends every waking hour with Steve from then on. She's there when he wakes in a cold sweat and she's there the first time Vecna gets him; the first time he feels cold fingers digging through his darkest memories to make him relive them all. He can hear the faint sounds of Robin's screaming as he is forced to relive the first time his father hit him, the first night he spent alone in his house, the first time he had his heart broken, the first time he watched a friend die.

'Dancing in the Dark' by Bruce Springsteen blares loudly in his ears just as Eddie's blood is drying on his clothes and then instead of kneeling in the grimy dirt of the upside down, he's kneeling on his kitchen floor, still in his pyjamas with Robin's arms holding him firmly in place.

"I thought it wasn't going to work." She cries. "You were in the air, Steve. I-I couldn't reach you. I had to climb on the bench -"

"It's okay. It worked. I'm here." He shushes her softly and brings their foreheads together; they're both breathing rapidly and there's tears staining their cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere." The clock chimes almost mockingly in his ears.

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Steve never expected to be back here. To be standing under the stormy red sky of the upside down, armed to the teeth with weapons to fight something they thought was already dead. But things haven't exactly been going his way as of late.

The second everyone found out Vecna has his eyes on Steve, they were all piling into multiple cars and fucking climbing down one of the cracks into the upside down.

What if they fail again? What if they go to all this trouble and Vecna snaps Steve like a twig the second they get too close?

Steve secretly wished the others never found out. He wished they were all still up in Hawkins swimming in his pool and laughing so loud it drowned out the clock in his ears. He wished they would listen if he told them to leave him here, to go home and forget about him.

"It wouldn't stop with you." Nancy says to him because she can read him like a fucking book. Steve didn't even have to say anything. She touches his arm gently and offers Steve a comforting smile. "Let us protect you for once."

Steve can see the fear in her eyes, but he doesn't say anything. He nods once and keeps pushing on through the never ending darkness.

They should all know by now that things never go the way they want.

They find Vecna easy enough, the dumb bastard is in the exact same place as last time and no one but Steve seems to think it's a trap. "It's too obvious!" He tells them, but no one is listening. No one ever listens to him in these situations. He can feel Vecna's ice-cold fingers prodding at the back of his mind as they creep through the house.

Instead of Vecna being on his own like they expected, there's something, or rather someone, crouched low to the ground at his feet; a guard dog ready to pounce.

A guard dog that has the same blood matted hair as the boy Steve spent weeks mourning, the same high cheekbones and soft, pouted lips. But it isn't him, it isn't Eddie. The thing at Vecna's feet snarls and reveals two rows of bloody, dagger like teeth and his usual kind, brown eyes are just,,, black. So black, Steve feels like he can see his own terrified face in them.

There's a split second where Steve thinks he's going to wake up. He's going to jolt awake in his bed and be pulled away from this nightmare.

But it never happens.

The last thing Steve hears is the guttural scream that emits from the creature that was once Eddie before he is sucked into Vecna's hold, his feet dangling above the ground as he's slowly lifted into the air.

This is it, he thinks. They came all this way just for him to die right in front of them.

Steve can't see what's going on around him and can barely hear anything over the sound of his younger self screaming. He's trapped in his own fucking head. Hands pat him down and dig around in his pockets for the walkman; the walkman he was supposed to grab out of the car.

He didn't grab it. He fucking left it on the front seat of the car.

Steve didn't even get to say goodbye.

"They don't need you anymore." Vecna's voice rattles through his head. "You're disposable." He's standing before Steve now. They're in his house, standing in the middle of the kitchen as younger Steve watches his parents leave for the millionth time. "Even your parents didn't want you."

He's right. They've been relying on him less and less. The only reason the party is even here is because there's a chance someone else, someone more important, could get caught in Vecna's trap if they don't stop him.

Steve's just collateral. A bump in the road to victory.

Steve stops fighting. He's done.

He takes in a deep breath and waits for the pain, waits for Vecna to finish him off, but the pain never comes. In fact, he can feel himself floating back to the ground, can feel hands grabbing at his arms and legs and pulling him down, down, down.

"Steve, can you hear me? Steve! Steve?" That voice... he never thought he'd hear that voice again. Maybe he was still in his head, maybe this was another sick joke from Vecna. "Hey, big boy, are you with me?"

"Eddie?" And when his vision comes back to him, he's really there. Eddie is cradling Steve in his arms, and if Steve isn't so relieved to see him, he'd be more worried about what happened to the monster he saw just moments ago. Well, he thought it was moments ago. "What happened? Is this real?"

Eddie smiles down at him; just a normal sharp teeth free smile. Steve sits up and reaches out to touch Eddie's face, the face he's seen in his dreams for weeks. The black, soulless eyes he'd stared into earlier are replaced with the kind, brown eyes he'd drowned in the first time they met.

But then he notices something else.

Eddie's skin is scar free. There's not a single scratch on him. There is no evidence he was ripped apart by the bats.

Something's wrong. He looks around, expecting to see Robin or Nancy, just anyone, but they're alone. Sensing his rising panic, Eddie reaches out and gently holds his face, a small, sad smile pulling at his lips.

"It's okay. It's over now, Steve. You can rest."

#tw mentions of death #so yeah.... steve didnt make it <//33333 #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4

[happyk44]

Percy walks through the forest at camp after the whole Labyrinth battle. Someone said Nico had disappeared into the trees a while ago. He hasn't emerged since. Percy is worried, of course he is. The kid has a habit of vanishing on him, and he just wants...

He wants Nico to be okay. To have a plan. A place to go. He doesn't have to stay if he doesn't want to, although Percy would much prefer his little cousin stay where he's easily accessible and Annabeth and Grover's eyes can watch him while Percy lives life in the city. But if he doesn't want to stay at camp, Percy wants him to know that he can always come to Percy if he needs help. Or really for anything.

As he walks through the trees, over torn grass and shattered rubble, it reminds him of nearly six months ago. The first time he looked for him. The realization of who he was. What he was.

The words Percy spoke that night. The promise he made.

He stills in the silence of the stars and bristling trees. The ground is solid, the air is chill, but something... Something is wrong. He can feel it like the pull of a tide. He pulls Riptide of his pocket, uncaps the pen, and steadies the sword in his hand. Another monster, still lurking?

The ground bursts beneath him. He jolted back as muddy hands claw their way out from the earth. Seconds later, Nico's head emerges with a quiet gasp. Percy's heart freezes in his chest.

Nico's face is smeared with dirt. It sits in clumps across his hair. There's a jagged cut, small and healing, just about his left brow. And there are tear-stained tracks across his cheeks that glisten in the moonlight.

He digs himself out a little further, then quietly grunts as he struggles to push himself out of the hole. Percy's heart beats again. Riptide slid into his pocket as he walks the two, three long strides back to Nico, and pulls him out with both hands.

He hiccups a little cry, but nothing else comes from his mouth. Percy lifts the edges of his shirt and cleans Nico's face off. He doesn't complain. But he does flinch at the start and Percy's heart crumbles rapidly.

"What happened?" he whispers when Nico's face is finally clean. His cut has fully healed by now, but Percy can't stop staring at the space where it once sat. It was too small, too delicate, for a monster's touch.

Nico sniffs. He won't look at Percy. "I'm the son of Hades." His voice is a cracking whisper. Like crumbling sand. "I belong underground."

They're words Percy knows Nico believes. He is made of darkness and death and dirt the same way Percy is made of salt water and floods and a chilling cold as you sink, sink, sink. But his tone is too flat. His voice is montone. He is reciting words spoken to him. Not words he thinks.

"Nico."

He flinches, curls his arms around himself. His jacket is a little torn. He fiddles with the ring on his finger. Then, with a shaky breath, "This isn't the first time campers have tried to bury my father's children, Percy."

He states it like a fact, something meaningless to him, but his voice hitches on "bury", and blinding rage as strong as the crash of waves against rocks courses through Percy's veins without hesitation.

"Someone tried to kill you."

Nico tugs at his ring. "I-"

"Someone," Percy repeats, "tried to kill you. Yes or no, Nico." Weakly, Nico nods. Percy bites back to the urge to punch the nearest object. "Look at me." Nico hesitates, then slowly brown eyes meet green. His eyes are wet and wide, desperate and miserable and resigned to fate. "Do you know who?"

He shakes his head. "I don't- I don't know their names."

Names. That cuts through Percy like a knife. He grits his teeth. "Would you recognize them?"

"I-" Nico swallows. Looks away. "Yes. But. Only one by face." He twitches nervously. "I would. I would know the others by their souls."

"That's a really cool power." Percy smiles, but he knows it doesn't quite reach his eyes. The rage is boiling, threatening to spill over the top of the pot. But Nico is shaking, and Percy needs him to know that there's nothing wrong with who he is. "What does my soul look like?"

Nico falters. Surprise sits in his eyes as he turns back to Percy. He watches Percy's face for a second or two. Then, "Green usually. Like a soft green. Feels like..." He closes his eyes. "A sea breeze on a warm day. The sand on your feet. Comfortable. But when you're fighting, it's like a storm. Harsh. Tastes bitter. Angry. Turns dark blue. Sort of gray." His eyes open and he whispers hoarsely, "Feels like a tsunami right now."

Percy gets it. He does feel like a tsunami. He's hit his crest and he's just waiting to fall, to inflict damage, to break, to shatter, to drown.

He doesn't fall though. Not yet.

"Can you take me to them?" he asks slowly.

Nico tugs at his fingers so hard Percy's surprised they don't dislocate. He wraps his hands around Nico's. Nico jerks and shakes. He opens his mouth but there's no sound. Percy squeezes his hands.

"I promised Bianca that I would make sure you were safe. And I told the fucking Fates that I would be the prophecy child so I could uphold that promise," he says and Nico's eyes go wider. He tries to speak but Percy cuts him off. "So tell me who tried to kill you, so I can make sure they never do that again. To you, or anyone else they deem unworthy of being here."

The ocean is not fair. That sits in Percy's gut like a curse. The ocean will swallow anyone whole. There is no worthiness. There is no separation. Everyone is the same.

Everyone can drown.

Nico stares for a while. Then slowly nods, and let's Percy pull him to his feet. They walk hand-in-hand out of the forest, Nico's steps timid and slow the closer they get to the light.

Percy gets it in a way. There were moments he would sink as far as he could go, and look up only to see darkness. And he would be comforted by it. The swimming towards the light, the sky, was always a little sad. It meant breaking out of his element. Meant leaving the ocean behind to stand on land and breathe in air.

Sometimes he wishes he could just drag the people he loves to the bottom of the ocean and never deal with anyone else again. He wonders if Nico wishes the same. He didn't die being buried alive. He is made of the underground. It doesn't kill him.

That's where those idiots went wrong.

Nico points them out with subtle fingers. They're separated from the other campers, milling about before the bonfire, before the sing-along. They're laughing and smiling. They are not ashamed of what they've done.

Percy grits his teeth and thinks bitterly, They will be.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #nico getting buried alive but jokes on you it doesnt work on him lmao

[fanfiction-blep]

Hi! I hope your day is going wonderfully!

I was just wondering if you’d write a recom Miles Quaritch x reader where instead of Neytiri holding spider at the end of the movie she’s holding his mate?

Your writing is amazing btw ❤️

Hey annon! Hope you are doing great my lovely thank you so much for the request

I've had many similar requests like this, so if anyone else has requested a scenario like this I will be writing this one alone.

An Eye for an Eye.

Warnings: Angst, threats of death, violence.

Quaritch held the young Na'vi tightly in his grasp. The pull on her Queue forcing his chin into the air. He rounded the corner forcing himself into the eye line of Jake sully a subtle smirking tugging at the corners of his lips. He used the force of his weight to push Kiri forward a gasp leaving her mouth when her gaze met her fathers.

"Dad!" She called out, her younger sister Tuk clutching to Jakes leg.

"It's okay, just stay calm" Quaritch pulled on Kiri's sesntive Queue.

"Just kill him dad" she spoke bravely no fear in her eyes, she trusted her father. Jake began to lower his weapon, orbs shining with rage. Quaritch removed his hand momentarily from Kiri's head keeping the knife close against her skin, he threw a pair of restraints at his fellow marine.

"Put them on"

"Don't do it dad!" Kiri cried out desperate to keep the remaining members of her family alive.

"Quiet" Quaritch seethed teeth grinding together, everything was falling into place he didn't need a teenager messing it up at the last minuet. Jake began to strap his left wrist anger radiating off him in waves.

"You son of a bitch" He breathed shaking his head, suddenly his eyes turned to look behind Quaritch. Jake's entire body language changes as he focus's on his mate. Neytiri had (Y/N) with a knife to her throat. Her teeth bared and a low growl rumbling in her throat. Her hand wrapped around (Y/N)'s queue in a similar fashion to how Quaritch was holding her daughter.

"Let her go" Neytiri moved into Quaritch's eye line, his face fell. Eye's locking onto (Y/N) his mate, the love of his life. He knew that his hand would be forced, but all his concerns about capturing Jake vanished when Neytiri's blad dug into (Y/N) skin, spots of blood forming on her blue skin. "You take my mate, I take yours" Neytiri hissed. Quaritch's eyes met his mates. he was trying his best to not run and take her far away from all this. He didn't even want her here in this moment. He shook his head.

"this is between me and you now" He sneered. Nodding in Jake's direction. "get out of here, I will let go of squirt here. You let go of (Y/N)" Neytiri hesitated looking rapidly between Jake and Quaritch. Jake bowed slightly raising his hands, Tuk still clinging to his leg. The pair walked into the water that was creeping its way into the ship.

"Miles" Her words were cut off By Neytiri pushing her blade further against her skin. "Let Kiri go, you don't have to do this" He wouldn't look at her, lip raising in disgust at the situation around him. disappear gripped at (Y/N)'s chest, a weight pressing down on her chest and stomach. Making it hard to focus on anything other than the impending threat of death pressing against her throat. "Neytiri please" The plead was a whisper. "You don't have to do this."

"Just kill him mum!" Kiri called out

"He has my child under a knife, I will stop at nothing until my daughter is safe" Her words were venom sinking into (Y/N)'s system causing her limps to stiffen against the Na'vi behind her. She was frozen, stuck in her fear. Neytiri and Quaritch circled each other, eyes locked. "Release my daughter, and I'll let your mate go" Quaritch shook his head.

"Not a chance in hell, let her go" He pulled Kiri closer, eyes narrowing. He didn't trust Neytiri his body language reflected this, tail flicking rapidly, ears flat against his head and canines bared. In retaliation Neytiri pulled the knife away from (Y/N)s throat and raked the blade across her chest.

"Release, or she dies" Quaritch glanced quickly at the streaks of blood dripping down onto (Y/N)s torso. The grimace of pain that scrunched her features was the final straw, he realised Kiri with a shove and threw his knife to the side, arms aching to hold his mate. Neytiri released (Y/N) gripping Kiri's arms walking backwards into the water. Quaritch didn't even watch them as they slowly swam away. He ran to catch (Y/N) in his arms, holding her to his chest. They fell to their knees breathing heavily.

"It's okay sweetheart, I am here" He pressed a chaste kiss to the side of her head. "you're okay"

#miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #na’vi #na'vi quaritch #angst warning #violance

[xianoii]

‧ ˏˋ MULTIPLE ﹐ ◜ SWEETENER ! ◞ ̣ ͘ ─┈ I WANNA see what your head game like, do you know what you doin’?

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ HEADCANONS 、how they eat pussy .

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ WARNINGS 、fem!reader ╱ cunnilingus ╱ praise ╱ squirting ╱ overstimulation ╱ multiple orgasms ╱ fingering ╱ minors & dc antis do not interact.

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ INCLUDING 、kaedehara kazuha ╱ arataki itto ╱ diluc ragnvindr ╱ yae miko ╱ kaeya alberich ╱ lisa minci ╱ childe ╱ kamisato ayato .

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ NOTE 、tryna get outta my writing & inspo funk don’t mind me ( i got carried away on the second one mb ) *reposting with working tags!

──┈ ◜ MESSY & SLOPPY ◞ ⠀ ݈݇- ARATAKI ITTO | LISA MINCI | YAE MIKO⠀

they like to drive you wild. a part of it is for their own pleasure—because there's nothing sexier than seeing you writhing and moaning, hearing their names pour from your lips, and your hands grip impossibly tight at long strands of hair. sit on their face or just completely smother them in your cunt - it doesn't matter. they love the taste and the feel of you, and as long as you, their sweet lil’ baby, is feeling good? they’ll eat you until you're soiling the sheets and the mattress through in your juices, your thighs shaking and sticky as they're covered in cum and arousal and your pussy soaked and never recovered from multiple previous orgasms. soak their face in everything you have to give while you sob in pleasure and whimper their names. if you become a mess by their hands—by all means, spread your legs, and let ‘em get a taste.

──┈ ◜ CALCULATED & SLOW ◞ ⠀ ݈݇- KAEDEHARA KAZUHA | DILUC RAGNVINDR | KAMISATO AYATO⠀

he likes to take his time with you. carefully exploring every inch of your pretty body, praising every curve and dip as he goes along. he likes to have his knee between your legs, occupying the growing anticipation behind your panties as he tends to every part of you. his eyes never leave yours as he drops to his knees and peels back your panties, seeing the pool that's soaked through the fabric and the translucent strings of arousal that connect you to your messy panties. he likes to keep them on you and push them to the side, flattening his tongue in your folds and humming. he takes in the way your back arches as he does so and how you fight the urge to moan, sinking your teeth in your lip. it's almost agonizing how he twists his tongue between your folds, slowly trailing closer and closer to your clit. circling around the bud before letting the tip of his tongue flick it. he loves to get you desperate - to hear you plead and beg for more as he meticulously maps out your cunt. and though it drags on for much too long and your pussy aches for adequate pleasure-- it's not long before his lips are wrapping around your clit and he's sucking, humming, and flicking it rapidly with his tongue. his tongue is magic, and you realize soon that all that agonizing teasing was for you - to get you in the right places that have you incoherently chanting his name and praises like a mantra. and when he uses his fingers to toy with your clit while his tongue moves in and out of your hole, you feel as though you're about to pass out. and it's those low mumbles of “c’mon angel, give it to me...cum on my tongue, pretty.” that have you lightheaded. it doesn't take long for you to come undone and trap his head between your thighs as your orgasm breaks over you like a flash flood. but he doesn't stop, and he isn't sure if he will, because your body cooperates with him, and you're too pretty as a mess to leave after one orgasm.

──┈ ◜ GREEDY & SELFISH ◞ ⠀ ݈݇- KAEYA ALBERICH | CHILDE

he just wants to taste you. any time, anywhere, spread those legs of yours and suffocate him in your taste. it’s every time that he does this that he doesn't stop until he’s satisfied. try to push him away or sob out ‘stop’, he’ll pin you down and fold your legs back and lap incessantly at your glossed cunt and puffy clit. the way you taste, it's addicting. he won't miss an opportunity. sit you on the dining table after a meal, on the sink after a shower, sneaking under your desk at work— whenever, because he’s greedy and can't help but feast on what you give him. your pussy is his and his only, and he makes sure you know that. spelling his name with his tongue along your folds, slurping every bit of cum that spills from your hole, and always reminding you as he speaks against your clit, “taste s’good, princess. mmh, i love my pretty pussy.” you're all his, and real obedient. open those legs, spread that pussy and get comfortable, because as long as he’s with you and in control, you’ll be there a while.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you smut #genshin x you #genshin imagines #kaedehara kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #ayato smut #kamisato ayato smut #diluc ragnvindr smut #diluc smut #kaeya alberich smut #kaeya smut #lisa minci smut #lisa x reader #yae miko smut #yae miko x reader #childe smut #childe x reader smut #arataki itto smut #itto arataki smut #arataki itto x reader #diluc imagines

[fan-goddess]

Could you do Tom Bennett X corruption/innocence and stepcest for kinktober?

Authors Note: Of course! Though because stepcest wasn’t in my original list, I won’t be writing it whilst I do this. I have nothing bad towards it I just don’t want to write it if I haven’t established I’d write, if that even makes sense? Hope you still enjoy it though!

Warnings: Corruption, innocence kink, some blasphemy, oral f receiving, choking, claiming, almost a yandere sort of thing if you squint cause it gets sorta dark at the end (if I forget/miss any let me know!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat, @madelynwal,

Tom Bennett remembered the day you moved next door as clear as day.

He remembers looking out the top window of the house at the sound of chatter down bellow, and seeing you right then and there practically seemed to take his breathe away.

He remembers that you wore a light pink sundress whilst you helped your family out with the moving boxes, and most clearly of all how it flowed with the slight breeze, rising up slightly to show your no doubt soft thighs to him.

After he’d gone downstairs and insisted he’d help you with the boxes, claiming a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t risk dirtying her palms with hard labour, the blush you rewarded him with was all worth it.

Ever since then, it was moments like that what brought him all that closer to the heaven between your thighs.

Complimenting your non-revealing clothes that every time he sees you in them makes him want to tear them off and see what’s underneath. Insisting he helped you with carrying anything into the house just so he could get a look at the layout for any future visits.

It was how he had access to your house currently.

“Let me carry that for you love! Can’t have a pretty girl like you getting yourself all dirty now can we!” He grins, taking ahold of the bag on your shoulder like clockwork and walking towards the door with you trailing behind him like a puppy on a lead.

“Thank you Tommy, but you do know you don’t need to always do this?”

“Nonsense love! Gotta look after my pretty woman!” He insists, smirking to himself when he sees the familiar light blush taking over your cheeks as you unlock the door for him.

Tom walks over the dining table as usual and begins to unpack the bag. It’s just regular food items. Apples, some meat products, eggs, that sort of stuff. Yet still, he takes his time unpacking it all to stare at you just standing there pretending not to watch his arms whilst he stretches them purposefully to put stuff in the cupboards.

“Need help with anything else love? Mummy and daddy gone for the day have they?”

“Oh yes they’ve gone to visit nana in Norwich, as she hasn’t been feeling well lately according to her letters. But Tommy I don’t need anything else! Really!” You insist, shaking your head to emphasise.

“Oh well love, it’s a good thing I think your being a bad girl and lying to me…” Fuck… if this goes South he’ll never forgive himself. But it’s now it never really, Tom thinks stepping towards you slowly.

“I-I don’t know what you mean-“

“Oh I think you do!” Tom insists, practically stalking towards you till your backs against the doorframe, and his own body leans over yours with an arm over your head for that extra affect.

One good thing about the position. He can see your chest rapidly rising up and down with your shallow breaths you cannot seem to be able to hold.

“I think you’ve been a naughty girl indeed. A naughty girl who goes as far as touches herself to the thought of her neighbour…” It’s a wild shot in the dark, even he has to admit as he murmurs it into your ears. But by the way your eyes widen and sink to the floor while you bite up lower lip hard between your teeth, he suddenly feels like he’s hit a bullseye playing darts drunk.

“How did you know…” You whisper, your eyes locked only on the floor by his feet. But when he places a finger on your chin to lift your head and meet your eyes, he almost chuckles seeing your innocent eyes staring so intently at him.

“It doesn’t matter right now little one. All that matters, is this.” Tom feels his heart may fall from his chest with how hard it beats, as he leans his head forward and connects lips with you.

He can tell your inexperienced. Your clumsy with how your lips move whilst his own hold back dramatically in the intensity he wishes to unleash on you.

Yet your hands seem to have a mind of their own.

One clasps around the hair on the back of his neck to tug slightly, whilst another clenches on the front of his plain shirt.

It seems that you are as keen for this as he is…

“What an eager girl…” Tom grins, detaching himself from your lips and smiling at your whine of annoyance.

“Maybe we should go to your bedroom little one. I’m curious to see if the carpets match the drapes…”

The blush Tom is rewarded with as he leads you to upstairs, nearly is better than what he wishes to achieve.

When he gets up the stairs with you in tow, Tom looks for you to lead him to where he needs to go. And it is with great amusement when he gets lead into a room right of the landing, that is bright pink and filled to the brim with books of all titles.

“My little ones a little scholar is she?” Tom muses, teasing you as he leaves lingering kisses on your lips, the sound of which echoes in the small room. He barely thinks there’ll be enough room for the two of you there, but even he thinks it’s a bit too far to suggest your parents bed. Not with what he want to do to you anyways.

“Tell me little one. Have you read on any human anatomy before?”

“Yes Tom. I have. Though not much. Daddy didn’t like me reading them as he said they were too dirty for me.” You murmur, clinging to his clothing almost desperately.

“Well. What I am about to teach you, will be more helpful than any of those books you’ve ever read.” Tom whispers, slowly unbuttoning the clasps on your dress to reveal yourself to him.

And when Tom gently positions you on the bed where you’re left laying naked for him to ogle and admire, Tom feels practically breathless.

Your tits and naked body feels like such a temptation, that he feels at liberty to compare it to Eve and the apple. Only his desired fruit is a lot more wet and sweeter than some normal apple…

When he kneels and leans forward and begins to taste you, he can’t help himself from groaning and taking your body in his hands to keep you still whilst you thrash above him. Your hands gripping tightly in his hair whilst you cannot seem to handle this new sensation running through your whole body.

“Oh fuck Tommy so good please please pleeease I can’t- I can’t-“ You scream, “S-somethings happening! I think I need to pee” You whine some more. It’s unsurprising that a girl like yourself would know what is happening. Yet even still Tom takes sick pleasure in depriving these forbidden desires from you. Knowing he’s the one whose taught you this feeling. Knowing he’ll be the only one showing you this feeling.

When he feels the sudden flood of flavour of your juices as you cum, the death grip he has on your thighs will no doubt leave marks as he makes sure he’s licked every once of your pleasure from you. And when he’s hears the small whimpers of overstimulation, that’s when he knows he’s only just begun to achieve what he wanted.

Tom stands near to full height before he begins to undo his belt and his trousers. The smug and satisfied smirk on his face going unnoticed by you as you all but ogle his erection that strains from his underwear.

“W-will it fit?” You whisper, your voice sounding hoarse from your onslaught of shouts and screams from earlier.

“Doesn’t matter either way little one. I’ll make it fit whether your pretty little cunt can take it or not…” The dark tone he uses sending shivers even down his own spine as he takes his cock in hand and tugs it a couple times till he’s fully hard, before kneeling slightly and directing it to your already dripping again entrance.

As Tom enters you slowly, his eyes train only to look at your face, no matter how badly he wants to see your cunt swallow him. As the sight of your face forming that flushed dazed look is honestly better than anything he’s seen in his life. And it only gets better when he begins to slowly shallowly thrust into you in a strange mercy move, and your eyes shut tightly and your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape whilst you moan.

It’s as if he’s died and gone to heaven.

“Such a good girl for me…” He groans, finally looking down and seeing how a slight ring of your juices has already formed on his cock. “Swallowing me so well…”

He doesn’t speed up as much as he wants to. Only a little so he can wait and hear you beg for him.

“P-please Tommy! I need more!” There it is, he thinks, seeing your open your eyes slightly to look at him all prettily whilst they appear to water in front of his very eyes. “I neeeeed it!”

“Well then, who am I to deny my pretty little thing what she wants…” Tom grins, before thrusting his whole cock inside of you quickly and already picking up the pace to thrust at a steady pace.

The sounds of your whines and whimpers as you try to contain yourself makes Tom smile satisfactorily while he all but ruts into you. And when he places a hand on your throat in a no doubt claiming manner, the sounds you reward him with are music to his ears.

“Good girl… such a good girl…” Tom groans, his thumb tracing illegible things on your swollen clit that leaves you practically screaming beneath him once more.

“T-Tom, t-that feelings happening again!” You cry, digging your blunt nails into the skin of his back that causes small sharp grunts to leave him the deeper you push them into his skin.

“It’s okay little one… you can cum… do it now!” With a deep almost possessive growl coming from deep within his chest, Tom can feel your tight cunt clench around him, and his own release comes soon after as he locks his legs around your own to keep him as deep as possible.

“You were such a good girl for me…” Tom murmurs, dotting wet kisses along the length of your naked torso. He even smiles faintly when he nibbles slightly on your skin at random times and small hesitant noises chirp from your throat when he does so. “Such a good girl…”

“Tom…” You murmur, your eyes barely keeping open as they attempt to look at him all serious. It was adorable to look at really.

“Yes pretty girl?”

“What going to happen now…”

Tom looks up at you with dark hooded eyes, and when he meets your own, he can’t help himself from cupping your jaw firmly with his palm to make sure you’re awake and looking at him with wide eyes.

“What happens little bird, is that i’m gonna look after you now. And nobodies gonna touch you, not when I’m here. Not ever… not over my dead fucking body…”

#tom bennett imagine #tom bennett/reader #tom bennett x you #tom bennett fanfiction #tom bennett x reader #tom bennett smut #tom bennett #world on fire smut #world on fire #ewan mitchell character #my k!nktober #my kinktober #kinktober #my works

[vibratingskull]

Yandere!Thrawn x F!reader chapter 6

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

tag : Yandere behaviors (duh), beating

Your alarm clock rings and you shut it off, eyes bloodshot and fixed on the ceiling. You rub your eyes and exhale deeply. You have to go to work today, it's another day… You try to motivate yourself, knowing perfectly that today won’t be no different. 

It was subtle at first, just some weird looks or a sniff of disdain when you approached. And then, one day, everyone turned against you. They were overly hostile, pushing you against the wall, spitting in your direction, insulting you… The whole crew went sour and aggressive. And you have no idea why.

You took it to superiors but someone kept stopping the process each time. You tried to speak directly to Thrawn but he refused to see you, not hard to imagine why. But the fact of the matter is you are alone and more and more isolated on the Chimaera. Nobody talks to you if it’s not to insult you, you feel consistently spied on and scared that each situation degenerates into physical violence. You don’t feel safe anymore…

You rise from your bed to head towards the showers. You leave your uniform on the sink and enter a shower stall. You let warm water run on your body, a moment of peace before the storm. You take advantage of each second before you leave the comforting warm air for the deadly cold air of the bridge. 

You choke back a sob, hugging yourself under the water, when you hear fist hitting your glass door with a shout. “Freak!” They scream, pounding on the door. You cower, naked and terrified.

Then, silence.

You slowly rise back, unsure, and open the door lightly just to check. Nobody’s here. You release your breath, wrapping yourself in your towel. You exit the stall to put on your uniform rapidly before anyone coming back and realize someone used a blade to slash it.

“Do you have a single convincing explanation for your attire?” Commodore Faro asks, deeply annoyed. “I don’t have another uniform in good condition.” You explain, straight and stiff in your ripped uniform. She looks at you and shakes her head with disdain, “Go to your console, I don’t want to hear from you.” You obey and head towards your position. The officer you relieve stands up and pushes you with her shoulder as you go to sit down. You don’t say anything but look at her black. You hear chuckles all around you, mocking you for your attire, Faro doesn’t order them to shut up. You grit your teeth and get to work.

Your mind is spinning at 100 miles per hour, trying to find who could help you as you work, typing on that console. “Everyone focus, the Grand Admiral will examine your performances for this exercise!” Faro shouts. 

Karyn!

She could help you!

You were somewhat friends, she could tell you what’s happening! Maybe she could interfere and help you. You wait for the noon break and walk out to her. She looks up towards you and you see disgust painted on her face before it disappears in a second. Great… Her too.

“Could you explain to me what's happening?” You ask, sitting down in front of her. “I have nothing to tell you.” She doesn’t even raise her eyes from her dish, “Come on! We used to be friends, no?”, “Maybe we shouldn’t have.” she retorts coldly. What might have you done for everyone to hate you like that? “Listen, I just want to know what is going on. Suddenly everyone hates me and borderline harasses me.”, “Just inform the hierarchy.” She responds drily, “That’s what I did, but someone keeps stopping my requests. I’m stuck.”

“Then speak with the Grand Admiral Thrawn. You are close, no?” You lower your shoulders, since that fiasco with the Captain he refuses to see you, despite your will to present your excuses to him. You don’t know what transpired between them, she took care avoiding you and you’re left with no answer. “Even though… I doubt he would help you with this one.” She finishes you up, clearly displeased to have you here. You look up to her with questions in your eyes. You just want an explanation. She gauges at you up and down “You really don’t know what this is all about, do you?” she finally asks. You shake your head.

She sighs and takes out her comlink to show you something. Your eyes widen in disbelief at what you see.

You’re in tears, ugly crying as you walk through the corridors of the Chimaera. Who spread that rumor? Why? What did you do to them? Is everyone aware of it? It makes you feel like you could puke at any moment.

You reach Thrawn’s office and, desperate, you try your code’s cylinder. Before it consistently refused to open for you and you have little hope now, but the door opens in a shush much to your surprise. Maybe he wants to talk to you now?

Thrawn has his back turned to you, focusing on a holographic map, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Grand Admiral…” You greet with a voice full of tears. “What are you doing here?” he asks coldly, making you shiver. “I… I need help…”, “Oh you do, now?” He sounds ultimately uninterested by your problems, not even turning towards you. “Please… I need you to hear me, someone started to spread a rumor about me and-”, “Why is your uniform in such a poor condition?” He cuts you off. You raise your head to look at him judging you with his red gaze. “Huh… Someone slashed it this morning.” you explain, embarrassed.

He shakes his head “You embarrass the Navy clothed as such. Remedy it immediately.” He turns back to the map, like the conversation ended. “I can’t really, all my other uniforms have been soiled with paint or oil by someone…”, “Are those poor excuses for not being able to take care of your own uniform, Lieutenant Commander?” He bites back “If you are not able to take care of an outfit, what good can you do for the Navy? Maybe a demotion is in order.”, “No, Please!” you shout by instinct. He looks back at you, frowning, his hard gaze judging you, “Please, no… Sir.” You plead, “I swear someone is trying to frame me, they even started a horrifying rumor about me.” You explain. A sob comes to shake you, just thinking about it makes you sick.

He remains silent, gauging you up and down as you start crying again. You hide your face behind your hands, before you would have gone to hug your friend and he would have told you everything is gonna be fine, caressing your head with his warm hand. But this man is not your friend, he is cold and distant, judging you harshly, and you can’t hold it against him, what happened to him was apparently pretty nasty judging by his reaction. But you terribly need a friend, you need support, anything proving you're not alone in this… “The whole crew turned on me, they insult me all day long, shove me against walls and they physically threatened me. Please, I need your help…” 

He turns fully to you with an annoyed sigh. “What is it?” he demands with a tone that sends shivers down your spine. He is pissed, whatever grudge he has for you he holds it tight. “I…” You start to speak, but you’re too disgusted to formulate it with words, this is so nasty… “So?” He asks with a hint of impatience “If you have nothing to say, go back to your post. I deal with important matters, I have no time for your whims.” You feel the venom dripping from each word despite his polite and calm tone. “They… They accuse me of…” Eyes fixed on your feet, you feel like puking right there and here “Of being a… pe…” You hold back a wave of sickness as Thrawn looks at you with the coldest glare you ever felt on you “A pedophile.” You manage to let out. You feel yourself sweating profusely as the sickness slowly goes away. He remains deadly silent. You finally muster the courage to look back at him only to be graced by the back of his head. He fully turned away from you.

“Thrawn…” You plea, “Go back to your post.” He just says uninterested. “Thrawn, please…”, “You are considered innocent until proven guilty, but be prepared to visit a cell at any given time.” His tone is monotone, unsympathetic. It destroys you. “Thrawn! I know you hate me right now, but I really need your help! I-”, “I cannot do anything without any proof of your guiltiness or innocence, go back.” he dismisses you with a nonchalant gesture of the hand, deaf to your cries. “Thrawn, you can’t possibly need proof? You know me, we are friends, you know I would never do such things!!” You cry. You can’t believe you have to justify yourself before such baseless accusations, you always prefer your partners the same ages as you or older, accusing you of such horrifying acts… Who would be deviant enough to do such things??

“Do I? Before I thought you would not leave me between the claws of a predator, but I was painfully wrong. Maybe my entire opinion of you is just simply wrong and I misjudged you for an upright person.” He finally lets out. You can’t believe what you’re hearring, even Thrawn won’t side with you. “Thrawn…” You plea, desperate. “Go away.” He just orders.

You flee the office in tears, you run to your bed and drops on the mattress, crying your heart out, digging your nails in the covers, tearing your pillow apart with your stomach in knots.

After one hour, once your cries subsided you reason you have to go back to your post. Faro admonishes you severely for being late and you get a chore as punishment. You sit down at your console, completely depressed, everyone around seems pleased by your actual state, you barely register what’s happening before your teary eyes, “Lieutenant Commander (y/l/n), if you don’t focus on the exercise more than that I will need to speak about your actual position to the Grand Admiral.” Faro instructs. Obviously, all the bridge heard and your hear sniggers all over the place. “I am sorry, Commodore.” you respond, disheartened. It is so hard to focus in those conditions.

When your shift ends you let out a big sigh, wiping your soaked wet cheeks of any remnant of tears. “Lieutenant Commander (y/l/n), follow us for a second.” another Lieutenant Commander asks you as you were going to get caff in the wardroom. You follow them to the locker room with glassy eyes, exhausted. You realize a whole group of ensigns and officers are already here, waiting for you. The look they give you freezes you down your core, “What the-” you start but you are violently pushed in the middle of the room, so much you lose your balance and hit the floor with a groan of pain.

As you try to raise up you feel a boot putting pressure on your skull, keeping you in place. “Wait!” you shout, terrified “What’s going on?”, “Freak” he responds calmly “We don’t want degenerates like you around here, child molesters have no place here…”, you don’t have time to plead your c ase you receive a prodigious kick in the stomach, “Your simple presence here soil the prestige of the Navy, freak.” You receive a second one in the ribs, cutting your breath, you spit out blood, coughing. “Wait…I am innocent” You breath ”I came to the Grand Admiral Thrawn to-”, “Keep the Grand Admiral Thrawn out of your wretched mouth!” One screams “He is an honorable man! You defiled him by lying and pretending to be an upright woman to be his friend!”, “He’s right! Now because of you the Grand Admiral Thrawn will be accused of protecting a child molester!” a woman adds.

You are met with a barrage of punches and kicks in your stomach, ribs, legs and face. You try to protect yourself the best you can as they scream at you to disappear, to go die in a ditch and to not associate with Thrawn anymore. You feel bruises flourishing on your skin, your bones fissuring or cracking altogether and your nose and mouth bleeding. Each time you try to stand up you're being kicked back down, you feel your blood vessels exploding inside your body and a warm, sticky sensation flows all over your face. You try to scream but your breath is cut off at each hit you take. You cower over yourself trying to protect your ribs the best you can so they hit your spine and head instead.

You can’t believe you're gonna meet your end like that, by the hands of your colleagues, people you fought alongside with, people you used to dine with each day. You scream of pain when you feel a bone breaking inside your soft flesh, the pain exploding like a bomb. You hear your skull cracking under the boot’s pressure. You plead for mercy but they shout and scream in response.

So this is it. Is this how you’ll go? Under the hits of former friends because of a psycho that wants you dead? Are they here?  You wonder in a flash of lucidity, is your tormentor in this room right now? Taking their pleasure in seeing groveling, bloody and in pain? 

You feel torpor and darkness dangerously approaching when a calm voice rises over the chaos, “Stop.” You know this voice, you’ll recognize it among a thousand, it is clear, melodic and deep, inviting for no rebellion and demands respect. You see your tormentors turning towards the door where Thrawn stands, hands clasped behind his back. He spoke so serenely and placidly, knowing everyone would obey his commands. “Enough.” He just says walking towards you.

“Sir! You can’t leave her off the hook like that! She’s a sick freak, she soils your honor just by being here!” One of them explains, still excited by the violence. You try to raise on your elbow but you just spit blood. “I thank you for worrying for my honor, however I received proof of her innocence. Someone took a sick pleasure in targeting an innocent and competent officer and you all played in their game.” Thrawn nonchalantly gives his datapad to the spokesperson and you see his eyes opening in disbelief. They all move away from you as he approaches, like animals in front of the dominant of the pack. You cough blood, still rolled up into a ball as he kneels in front of you.

“Poor (Y/n), what did those animals do to you?” He murmurs, caressing a strand of your hair out of your bloody face. You moan in pain, unable to articulate any words, bones cracked, you can only extend your hand to him in a desperate fashion to get out of here. “Thrawn…” You plead miserably like he is your Lord and Savior.

“I am here.” He answers softly only for you to hear. He scoops you up and walks out of the locker room with you in his arms under the disbelieved gaze of your aggressors slowly realizing their error as the datapad travels from hand to hand in a dead silence. 

Instinctively you snuggle against Thrawn’s chest, where you are safe. “Nothing can happen to you now.” He whispers as he walks towards the med bay, you groan and wince in pain at each of his steps, your body is so sore and painful you feel your heartbeat beating in your ears and the blood flowing out your nose and mouth. “My poor (Y/n), I will punish those monsters. I will keep you safe, nothing will happen to you.” He soothes you as you start crying.

You feel so safe in his arms, like it is your rightful place. “Thrawn…” You call pathetically between your tears, “I am scared…”, “I know cha’cah, I know. If you stay by my side nothing will be able to reach you.” He presses your face in the crook of his neck, you inhale his scent, it is familiar and reassuring, comforting you in your pain. You’re so relieved to have your friend back…

“Grand Admiral we… What happened?” Karyn asks, appearing at a corner of a corridor. “A regrettable incident. I want you to draw the list of everyone’s names  present in the locker room, I will deal with them appropriately later.” He orders without slowing down his walk. 

You feel him laying you down in a bed. You wince. This is so painful. “You are safe now, (Y/n). Do not worry about anything, I will take care of you.” You feel him squeeze your hand. You turn towards him despite your sore neck and notice the mess of blood on his pristine white uniform, “I soiled your jacket…” You manage to say exhausted, “It is quite alright, cha’cah.” He caresses your forehead with the tips of his fingers. “Thank you… Thank you for coming to rescue me.” You cry with your last strength, “I will travel through the entire universe for you.” He says so lowly you barely hear him “I will shine a light on this situation, do not worry my dear. I will find the truth.” You drift off into unconsciousness without another word.

This is a pious lie, you don’t need to know all the truth. You don’t need to know he fabricated false proofs of your culpability, you don’t need to know he waited outside the locker room as you got beaten up. You don’t need to know he wanted to teach you a lesson for what you’ve done to him. This is not necessary to your future couple’s happiness.

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Feral Instincts Ch.14

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1330

Warnings: Some violence and vague descriptions of post sexy time

August won best three out of five and he moved into Stephanie's old apartment while she moved into Frank's former unit. Mike had ended up finding her "intimacy aids" while they were packing, holding one of the vibrators in his hand as he looked from it to her, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips. It had taken her sternly telling him to focus to halt the porno going on in his head and get him to continue packing. The dragon dildo with the suction cup base had been slapped onto the door of their new place, unbeknownst to her until she heard Sy cackle, coming out from the bedroom where she had been putting boxes and seeing him nearly in tears as he looked at it.

Children. The lot of them.

The new apartment was a two bedroom affair so Mike had somewhere to crash that wasn’t the couch when one of the guys came over. He wasn’t upset about being basically kicked out of his own bed, much to her surprise, and displayed not an ounce of jealousy.

“It’s just how we are, sweetcheeks.” Mike said with a shrug, “We’re wolves and you’re a female Alpha. I get it.” Something to get used to.

August sat at the small dining room table as he drank coffee, scrolling through his phone, when Mike came out of the spare bedroom, going over to Stephanie by the sink and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Good morning.” He said and she leaned back against him.

“Good--” He was suddenly wrenched away, pushed roughly against the cabinets and August pulled his fist back, his teeth bared in a snarl. Mike flinched, closing his eyes tight, and there was the sound of skin meeting skin, but he wasn’t hit. Opening his eyes, he saw Stephanie holding August’s fist, her shoulders tight, and she shoved him, making him stagger back. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She walked towards him slowly, her fingers twitching as claws curled out from under her nails. “You try to hurt my Beta?” He put up a valiant fight, but eventually backed away from the aura she was giving off. He didn’t shrink away, but he did retreat.

“Stephanie, I--” He started, but she kept advancing on him. Mike jumped into the middle after quickly checking his phone, holding her back with a hand against her chest.

“Steph!” He said, “It’s not his fault! The full moon starts tonight!” She looked at him then and blinked rapidly, shaking her head.

“Sorry, I…” She said and his hand dropped.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” He said and looked at August. “You good now?”

“Yeah.” He said, “Stephanie--”

“It’s okay, August.” She said and he moved around Mike, pulling her against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He said and she rubbed his back.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” She said and he pulled away to look at her before turning his eyes to Mike.

“Mike, I…”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Mike said with a shrug, “Full moon turns male Alphas super macho, I get it. Speaking of, you two should probably spend it up at the cabin, it being her first and all.”

“Mike, August tried to punch your face in for touching me.” Stephanie said, “What do you think the others will do if someone tries to get frisky?” August let out a low growl at that. “Exactly. August is going to go up to the cabin, I’m staying here.”

“It’s going to be rough, sweetcheeks.” Mike said, “You should be around other Alphas, at least for your first.”

“He’s right.” August said, “We’re big boys and you’ll put us straight.”

“Fine.” Stephanie said with a sigh. “Good thing work puts full moons in as “religious observations” for wolves.”

“So I get the next three days off?” Mike asked.

“Unless it falls on a weekend, then you only have the weekday off, but yeah. It's also paid and doesn’t take from your time off bucket.” She said, “This all would have been in your new hire packet. It has a section specifically for wolves.”

“I didn’t read it.” He said with a shrug. “Well, seeing as I have today off, I’m going back to bed.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek and while August’s hands tightened on her low back, he didn’t otherwise respond. Mike vanished back into the spare bedroom and she sighed, patting August’s chest.

“You okay now?” She asked and he nodded. She went to pull away from him, but he pulled her back, holding her tight against him. “August?” His wolf moved behind his eyes and he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

She gripped the sheets so hard her fingers were sore. He was still buried deep, his hips pressed tight against her as he laid over her, his hot breath on her skin.

"What the fuck was that?" She panted and he gave a weak chuckle, collapsing to the side onto the bed and immediately pulling her against his chest, tangling his legs with hers.

"Full moon." He mumbled, tasting the sweat on her skin, wrapping her in his arms. "Makes everything a bit…" He gave a low sound that she felt more than heard, "Intense."

"Apparently." She said, relaxing against him. "It going to be like that with the others?" Another low sound, his arms tightening around her. "August."

"I know." He sighed, "To answer your question, probably, but this is the first one we've spent with a Mate. All the other times, we just stayed out of each other's way so no one got their limbs ripped off."

"Jordan wasn't like this, so I'm guessing it really only hits Alphas?"

"Yes." He said and cuddled into her further, as if he were trying to crawl into her skin. "Let's get a couple hours rest, and then we'll head up to the cabin. We really should be there before sunset."

Her hair was still slightly damp from their shower as August pulled up in front of the cabin in his SUV. The shower had been her idea, as she figured that showing up to a cabin filled with male Alpha wolves on the cusp of a full moon smelling strongly of another Alpha male wouldn’t be the best way to start the night. Someone was going to swing at someone. The front door opened and Sy stepped out as they were getting out of the truck, grabbing their overnight bags from the backseat.

“Hey, doll.” He said gently, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her in a hug. “You up here for the full moon?”

“Mike’s idea.” She said, pulling away, and he nodded.

“Good idea.” He said and smiled down at her softly before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes closed as he reached up to hold the side of her jaw and his hand slid back into her hair. A low growl went through the air and they pulled away, Stephanie looking over to see that Geralt and Walter had left the cabin as well.

“Yeah, about that.” She said, “August laid it out for me that shit is going to get real tense with me here. More than usual. I'm telling you all right now, keep that shit contained. I don't want to deal with broken bones because someone picked a fight. Understood?"

"Yeah, babe." Sy said, "Understood."

"August?"

"Yes."

"Walter?"

"Yes, love."

"Geralt?" He just grunted in response. "Whatever, I'll take it. To keep things civil, I'm going to be sleeping in Mike's old room. No picking fights, got it?"

"Got it." They echoed, Geralt just giving another sound, and she pulled away from Sy, picking her bag up off the ground where she dropped it and heading into the cabin with them following behind.

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