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screampied · 19 days
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I read that Hakari drabble and I was wondering if you could do one of him with full Nelson, please❤️
And you’re a lovely author.
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❤︎ ໋𓈒 trying full nelson with hakari
warnings. fem! reader, full nelson, size difference + size kink, praise, belly bulge, dirty talk, mdni.
an. thank you!! 🙆‍♀️
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“full nelson, eh?” hakari raises a brow, his tone was deep as he parted his legs. he sat manspread on the couch. you were barely over your last orgasm he’d just given you, and he smiles once you give him a needy head nod. “mhm. that position’s pretty eheh . . risqué, princess. you sure y’er up for it? don’t wanna break you.”
your lip forms into a pout as you made your way onto his lap. “hakari, please. i can take you, promise.”
“silly woman,” he teases, leaning in to give your forehead a kiss. “alright. i warned ya. now get up here.”
he did in fact warn you, because with this particular position—you’d be stretched out in the most bizarre ways imaginable. he’d be holding you up with strong bulky arms, squeezing your thighs with rough hands. “o-oh my goddd,” you’d squeak out, and as you were leaned back against his chest. he was pumping thick inches into you again and again. “hakari, don’t stop. f-fuckkk.”
“didn’t plan on it, princess,” he huffs out in short breaths. hakari wrapped his beefy arms around the top of your legs — nearly having you in a chokehold, a safe chokehold. “how we feelin’?”
“good, r-really good.” you whined, feeling your cunt spaz out loud squelches all from his hits.
“that’s what i like to hear.” he snickers in a raspy tone.
this position had your mind going crazy, your head was spinning.
your mouth remained open the entire time, tongue lolling out, you coat your chest with your own dripping saliva.
without a doubt, you were a messy girl. hakari’s low grunts were all up against your ear, making your pussy twitch. your legs made somewhat of a v-shape. you’re just dangling with his cock running in and out of you. basically, you were a fleshlight.
“s-so deep, ‘kari,” you moaned, his girth prodding and expanding all throughout your walls. he’s holding you back, elbows of his locking behind your neck. you’ve never felt this full before. you even started to feel him reach in the very depths of your tummy a few times. “right there, p-please.”
“so noisy,” he huffs out, pursing his slit eyebrows together. he had so much stamina—perfect for this specific position. you on the other hand, not so much. but you didn’t want him to stop, it felt too good and he had you throbbing for more of his thick inches. he was baring your weight, your weight that hovered over him and he chuckles, sneaking a kiss near the inner part of your neck. “tired yet? lemme know if it’s too much for you, baby. shit’s not for the weak, heh.”
you whined, feeling yourself clamp and clamp down on hakari’s cock.
without question, he was so big — filling you up with such lengthy inches. your tongue parted, salivating in your mouth before you shook your head. “i’m good, ‘m good. f-fuckkk.”
“you’re so cute,” he teases with a simple shrug. “mhm. but okay. just lean back against me, i won’t let ya fall.”
your cunt was so stretchy, he reached all the right spots with such success. the noises rang across the room quite loudly too.
hakari grows quiet a bit just to hear the sounds your pussy made back against him. he snickers, feeling your head just bobble back amongst him repeatedly.
“f-fuckkk, girl,” he starts to groan, feeling you squeeze tightly around him. hakari’s voice was so raspy, his thigh starts to bounce and bounce the more your walls wrap around him. like a vice, it had the biggest grip on him that felt way too good.
his body was so warm against you, you were almost warm with him inside you. hakari plants his heels so he could perfectly use his hips to thrust. in and out, he’s panting heavily and it’s so sexy.
the chokehold he has you in—quite literally, it’s hypnotic. “mhm. ‘kariiii,” you’d drag out in a cute whine. he always loved hearing your voice—you felt his tip kiss against your g-spot and that was enough to make you moan sweetly. “fuck. fuck.”
“such a potty mouth.” he murmurs, slowing his thrusts down for a brief moment so you could feel every rough inch of him.
it was entirely sloppy.
you barely had anything to hold onto, just dangling and dangling against him. it was only a matter of time before you felt a sudden coil within you snap. you were so sensitive, your thighs ached and it felt so good.
hakari’s just holding your legs up for you like a gentleman, giving you such mean thrusts. “baby,” he groans, feeling himself start to grow full too. “g-goddamn, y’er gonna milk me again.”
“c-cum in me, hakari. pleasepleaseplease,” you’d slur your words out, feeling warm. your slick entrance was just begging to be stuffed. he knew it and you knew it too. hakari grunts, softly running the tips of his fingers against your skin. “need it ‘s bad.”
“cum with me then, princess,” he pants, you’re bouncing up and down on him.
it’s so goofy, your eyes were nearly crisscrossed. he was stuffed so deep in you, you felt like you were floating. the moment hakari cums, it’s so much. a thick string of cum pours right into your pussy and you’re soaking it all up. you came at the same time, and your muscles involuntarily spasm within his hold. your orgasm hits you like a truck and your breath nearly gets stolen from you.
“would ya look at that,” he titters, gradually letting go of your legs. you sat up on his lap, his twitching dick still buried in you before you let off a sharp breath. “took me so well, y’er pretty flexible.”
“you helped me.” you say in a sweet out of breath murmur.
his stringy seed spills out of you once you make him pull out, staring down at the sticky mess between you before you moan—bending over to arch your back. hakari smiles, gently caressing your ass before muttering, “mhm. we can always do it again if ya want. new position though. i was thinkin’ fuckin’ you while ‘m standing up. how’s that sound?”
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marycorcaroli · 6 months
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sanji's kinks.
nsfw, 18+.
req ♡: Would I be able to request you to write Sanji’s kinks 😉 you absolutely don’t have too but I like you content I think you’d come up with a fun one
mary ♡: thanks for the request, hope you enjoy it 🫂! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes 💗
rules ; masterlist.
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pussy eating ! ! — sanji loves to lick you. just feeling your taste and the way you twitch when he gets to the right point makes him cum in his pants. he's too stupefied by you and doesn't care who says what. he also loves it when you sit on his face! it's a whole show for sanji. please him and ride his nose.
punishments — he loves it so much ! i'm 100% sure sanji would like to punish you for your disobedience. he would just sit there and jerk off while your wrists rest against the headboard of the bed. you were so brave and teased him all day, you touched his dick all the time, left him horny and then just walked away? oh god i think sanji will make you a whiny fool who only wants to be on his dick. so you don't get your hopes up sanji will fuck your underwear and spill it all over. more ! ! sanji will make you tell him exactly what you want him to do to you, or else you won't get anything :(
praise kink - sanji may call you the worst slut, that you're just a hole for his cum, but he won't forget to praise you. tell you that you're the nicest girl who's working so hard for him. stroke your head and kiss your temple if he realizes he's gone too far.
"baby, you know how much o love you, don't you? you're wonderful, and so is your pussy that squeezes me so hard."
"how did I live without you?"
"i've never had anyone better than you, you're perfect, there's no one else like you, and i'm lucky, because you're mine now."
breeding kink - he'll fill your cunnie with his warm cum and won't let a single drop slip away. sanji wants to see you with that cute little belly with his baby in it. his. the thought of it literally blows his mind and he'll destroy everything in his way to fuck the shit out of you and make you a beautiful mommy for your kids.
threesome - he wants nami to lick your pussy while he fucks you in the full nelson position ♡ that's just his dreams, but if you agree to it, it'll be great! sanji will definitely fill you in that despite who you're in a threesome with, he only thinks of you and loves only you.
size kink — you're so tiny next to him, sanji thinks you'll break as soon as he touches you. and so he applies that to sex. as you lie there, your eyes rolling with pleasure, he towers over you and he's...so...huge? sanji breathes languidly, his eyes full of lust and he can't hold on any longer, so he pounces on you like an animal.
riding — sanji wants, no, he demands, that you ride him as hard as if your life depended on it. he chuckles when you say you're tired, but he won't let you stop. sanji will move you with the help of your hips and thrust in even harder as you your moans fill the whole house.
marking — sanji wants everyone to know that you are his. he can lose control and leave your skin covered in his hickeys and bites. he loves the way you react and tell him "it's okay, i liked it, too much" oh my god, it's a treat for his ears. he won't mind if you do the same to him! scratch his back with your claws and he'll be the whiniest boy in the world.
anal — isn't even a kink, it's more of a temporary infatuation. he likes your ass, he likes to eat your ass, so what's the problem with fucking? and he'll do it, by first warming you up and then whispering a few affectionate words to get you ready. if you like it, you'll have anal sex every day, and if you don't, that's fine! your opinion is more important to sanji than some sex.
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lixern · 7 months
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ONE ON THE BACK- NOTHA' ONE ON THE FRONT!
` think i need someone older . . . jingren x gn!reader <-
xx. tags; poly┊jing yuan┊blade┊jingren┊all of u are in an rs┊blade punishes u┊threesome┊oral┊edging┊overstimulation┊degradation┊praise┊full nelson┊rough sex┊hints of double penetration┊begging┊orgasm denial┊getting caught┊exhibitionism┊multiple orgasm┊cunnilingus┊pet names (mostly just darling or something)┊pussy drunk bladie and yuan┊they cant get enough of u!! dealer's note; this was written a month ago or maybee more before being posted, and yes this was SPECIFICALLY something ive been looking for, FOR A LONGM LONG TIME AGO!!!! i didnt find it ofc, so why not just write it myself :3 anyway, to that one anon who sent a platonic jing yuan work request ill do it soon if i got an idea on how to write it AYUBUASBUASDUBAD also love u guys omg my accounts growing fast :((
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Who knows how you got into this position.. oh! You know.
You really just had to tease Blade during his important duties.. God, he was so frustrated. Your pretty face- pretty self, it made him insane. You just wanted to get into trouble huh? You know what you did, you really did know. He dragged you into your shared home afterwards, immediately ripping off those clothes you wore. It's okay, Jing Yuan could buy another set of outfits for you.
Blade got you all riled up and wet, but he never let you cum. You were so tired.. fingered, stretched out. His fingers scissored your insides to loosen you up for his giant cock. And when you were all messed up, crying for him, he finally let you.
Not before you say "Please" and take his cock though, he needs you all messed up first.
Unfortunately, (or fortunately, hm?) you came, just as you saw the sight of Jing Yuan entering the room. He looked so unfazed, so unbothered as he walked up to you and Blade.
"Jing Yuan, you're home early."
Blade spoke, spreading your legs wider for him as you had your back to his chest- sitting ontop of him.
"A lovely welcome, Blade."
Jing Yuan replied, walking over to you with a gentle.. mischievous smile. You and Blade were at the edge of the bed, giving Jing Yuan easy access to your greedy sex.
He flicked a finger on it, sweetly dragging it across your sensitive spot. But you just came! You were so sensitive.
You were too fucked out to notice what Blade was doing, till he laid down- dragging you with him.
"Jing Yuan, aren't they so welcoming?"
He asked Blade, slowly moving his hands down to your waist. Full nelson, such a vulnerable position for the both of you. Your legs spread even more, as Jing Yuan opened them.
You gasped as you felt Blade move again, his thrusts unforgiving. It felt so good.. but then Jing Yuan started to suckle on your throbbing little spot.
"Mmghn- J-Jing Yuan! S'too s-sensitive.. anghuuugh~~! S-Sho' good! D-Don't stooppnmhn!"
You moaned out, but Blade seemed to be speeding up his thrusts. He used a hand to caress your face, making you look at him, even though your vision was cloudy, and you couldn't look at him fully.
"Come on, don't you think you can get my name out of your mouth too? Ah, Jing Yuan, this is a punishment for them, they were a bit naughty during my work phase."
Blade spoke to the both of you, bucking his hips up harder.
"B-Blade! pleaseeenghuhnmnh!"
You moaned, asking for release. Jing Yuan then started sucking even more sloppily- he used his hands to gently part your legs even farther.
It was a heavenly mix of rough and gentle, you couldn't ask for more.
Yet- both of them had the power to make you ask for even more.
"N-Need to c-cumgnhn! P-Please! H-Haven't I been so g-goodmngh~?"
You begged them, yet they were so stern. Atleast Blade was, unlike Jing Yuan.
"Blade, don't you think we should let our little darling cum?"
Jing Yuan asked, trying to persuade Blade. He then licked a fat stripe up your sex, that sweet little spot that greedily throbbed for their attention.
"Hm.. I supposed they were good."
Blade said, before suddenly pulling out. Why? You thought, but then-
He slammed it back in with force, so hard. He continued slamming it back in and out, pulling it out all the way before thrusting it deep inside.
Jing Yuan on the other hand got the hint, suddenly speeding up his sucks and licks, he kneaded your thighs with his hands, trying to stimulate you even further. You looked at Jing Yuan, seeing him looking at you with a gentle smile, which didn't match his speed right now at all. Blade on the other hand, you could feel him smirking- licking your neck and biting.
"C-Close- mhaaangh!~ L-Love you two s-so much!"
The feeling was too much- and they both went so feral after the "I love you" you spat out at them. Moaning loudly as you came, you felt Blade's thrusts slow and Jing Yuan's mouth retract itself from you.
"Hahhng...."
You breath out, before gasping as you felt Blade move suddenly again. You look at Jing Yuan, silently pleading hm to stop- but not really, it felt all too good. But then you notice Jing Yuan take off his pants too..
"Ready to take both of us, darling?"
Jing Yuan said. God, you would be sore as fuck in the morning.
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ghosties--writing · 3 months
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Cw: Squirting, pussy slapping, p in v sex, kissing, full nelson, pussy eating
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Konig was a big man, now, he might not be too experienced when it came to sex because of this, but he's a fast learner.
It all started when you were acting kind of bratty, he acted as if it were nothing. That was until the two of you got home. The moment you both got through the door and shut it. You were up against it. Rough kisses being pressed against your lips and your hands pinned against the door.
Every time you moved he either squeezed your wrists a bit tired or he presses you further into the door. So much so, you thought the door would break.
When he finally decided to move you to a more comfortable area, he took you to the livingroom and tossed you on the sofa. He pulls your pants off along with your panties. He coats his fingers in your slick before thrusting them into you at a slow pace before picking up the pace. Fingering you at a almost brutal but pleasurable pace.
He stops and pulls his fingers out of you before you cum. Wanting to teach you a lesson for being bratty. He continues to do this a couple times more while giving your pussy a slap every once in a while.
When he gives up on his relentless fingering he leans down and gives your pussy a kiss before devouring you. Every time you get close, he pulls away while telling you that this is your punishment while you whine and squirm, begging for release.
Eventually he pulls away and he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you towards him. He helps you stand up while he positions you into full nelson, while he does this he walks forward to press you up against a wall. Once he's able to put his dick into you, he's slow with it. Letting you adjust to his size before absolutely ruining you.
He starts slow, testing the waters on his movement before picking up speed. When he starts to pound into you, you bounce back onto his cock as he forces you to watch everything happen.
Since you've been denied your orgasm for a while, it didn't take long for it to work its way back to the surface. You stuttered out words, telling him that you were going to cum. Which finally, he let happen. However, this time it felt different. But you didn't care, you wanted to cum and that's what you did. But you squirted.
When you both realized this, he thrusted a few more times before he came as he chuckled and your face flushed.
He let you know that he didn't find it embarrassing and that you shouldn't be embarrassed. He told you that he found it hot and he was glad he made you do it as he cleaned you up. While he cleaned you up, you apologized for being a brat towards him while he shrugged it off.
"I will have to get you to squirt again. Just to make sure it wasn't a one time thing."
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kakushino · 5 months
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Hunt
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Werewolf! Uzui Tengen x Bunny! AFAB! Reader
Happy Birthday, Tengen!
Tags: predator/prey, hybrids, monsterfucking (?), cervix fucking, knotting, sub reader, breeding, dub-con Word count: 1k
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AN: Originally part of my kinktober but what other way to go out of October than with a Bang? (A flashy one, because Tengen)
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“You’re in trouble now.”
He had you pinned against the mossy floor, your thrashing around did hardly anything at all against his bigger and stronger frame. “Let me go-” Tengen had been chasing you through the forest for half the night already, and you were so tired.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Your ears twitched atop your head, trying to escape the way he nuzzled against them. “So what?”
“Do you also think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Sorry- what?” Blood rushed to your face, the question seeming out of blue… but also spot on. You did think of Tengen while touching yourself, you were thinking of his burly arms, strong thighs, his teasing voice, his everything when you tried to satisfy yourself with your small hands, never quite reaching where you needed. 
The burn between your legs was especially prominent today, as your heat was quickly approaching. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.
He sniffed at your neck, making you cover your face to hide your blush. 
“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.”
The squawk that left you was downright embarrassing when his large hands engulfed your wrists to pull them away.
"Aw, you’re so adorable when you blush like that,” he cooed at you, his lips tickling your ear.
Irritation and desire coursed through your veins, and you blurted out, “If I’m so adorable, then adore me.”
Tengen’s eyes darkened with lust, and he licked his lips. “No need to tell me twice.”
One of his hands kept you pinned down, the other reached to the shorts you wore, tugging them off roughly. Switching hands, he unbuttoned your shirt, and his claw sliced open your bra despite your protests.
His hand delved down between your legs as suddenly as he had pinned you before.
A hum left him. “You’re so wet already, did you enjoy the chase so much?”
"No," your voice wobbled when he dragged a finger through your slit, judging the level of lubrication you produced.
Tengen scoffed, "Well-" He stopped, his finger stopped, and he inhaled deeply. “Are you in heat?” he chuckled. “Oh my, I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. You reek of it.”
You hid your embarrassed face in your hands, though he could not see it anyway.
“Your scent might just send me into a rut.” 
The threat sent shivers down your spine. Before you knew it, he was getting off of your back, the lack of warmth sending shivers down your spine. He grabbed you, manhandling you into a very shameful position - you were on display for anyone to see, with his forearms supporting your thighs and your back to his chest, hanging in the air.
"H-hey, let me dow-ANH~"
He sank you down onto the tip of his thick cock - when had he taken it out? - making your pussy flutter around it already, though it just slipped through the first ring of muscle. Your moan echoed in the forest.
"You like this, little bunny?" he asked, breathless, as he lowered you slowly. "It's called full Nelson, and no one can fuck you like this but me." The last word was punctuated by a thrust upwards, making you take all of him, the tip kissing the entrance to your womb harshly. “Isn’t that right, bunny?”
Your head fell forward as pleasure shook you to the core, each snap of his hips up into you making you burn for more, more, more! 
And then you saw it - the picture of his cock slipping into you as the pace picked up in speed and roughness, a small bulge appearing in your stomach. The sight would have made you sick had you been in your right mind, but the heat spreading through you only made you whine and clench around him tightly. 
“You - ugh - feel so good~” Tengen groaned, using you like a fleshlight, like a toy just for him to use. "Bet - fuck - bet I can make you full - full of my pups with the first - hah - load I give you-"
His words damn near scrambled your heat-addled brain. "Yes, yes, yes!" Each slam of his hips, each time he bottomed out in your pussy, kissing your cervix with his tip, a wave of ecstasy tangled a tightening cord in your belly more and more, your walls snug against his length.
“You’re so easy to please, aren't you, bunny?” he mocked you, yet his breathless gasps into your ears told you how much he was enjoying this too. "Do you want my knot, huh? Do you deserve it?" His voice gained a rough quality, as if he was holding himself back by a thread.
You whined when he slowed down slightly, the lewd wet sounds of your pussy taking him so loud in the quiet forest. "Yes, please! I want it! I need it! Please, please- pleasepleaseplease!" 
Tengen chuckled, "Now that's what I wanted to hear. You beg for it like a good little slut, don't you? You wanted to be bred and knotted by me from the start, didn't you?" 
He sped up again, fucking every thought out of your brain, your ears flopping up and down with his movements as you went nearly boneless in his arms. 
"Well, let me give you what you need then-" he cussed, one of his hands reaching for your clit to circle at it, hurling you towards your orgasm quicker than you thought possible. "- my mate," he growled out.
Pleasure burst from your belly outwards, blinding you and making your ears ring as they stood at attention for but a moment, before sharp teeth sunk into one of them, the pain only heightening your ecstasy.
Something thick popped inside your pussy, locking inside and plugging you up before warmth spread there, searing hot cum flooding you as Tengen howled, your ear still in his teeth.
You trembled in his arms, pussy still milking him, muscles doing their best to assure you were filled with every last drop of him. He let go of your ear and licked at the puncture, the tang of blood - his mate's blood - delicious on his tongue.
"Mine, aren't you? My prey… my own… my mate…" Tengen kissed the crown of your head tenderly, as if he hadn't fucked your soul out of your body. “Let’s get you home, my love.”
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Could I have a main skellys + horrorfell react to a SO who is clumsy as hell?? Like its not a day without hearing a crash a few rooms over that after a second a yelling of "IM OKAY!"
Undertale Sans - He got scared the first few times, but after a while he's not even reacting lol. He's still waiting for the "I'm okay" to resume what he's doing though. It's fine. He's used to it.
Undertale Papyrus - He throws everything he's holding in his hands away to run to your rescue. Every time. He's relieved you're mostly not really hurt, but he will still scold you for not being careful enough.
Underswap Sans - He has a sixth sense now and somehow manages to catch you one time out of two before you fall. He's quite proud of his new superpower honestly. And ok, maybe he tried to make you trip once or twice to test if it's real but you don't need to know that.
Underswap Papyrus - He knows this struggle. He can't do anything to help you. He tried. But all he can do is run to you, trip on your body, and then fall on your back because his legs are too long and he can't control them properly. It's like a family curse now, all their kids will be clumsy as well. You created monsters.
Underfell Sans - He will scream an insult from somewhere in the house. Please stop doing that, you're giving him anxiety! He's tired of running in panic to see if you're not dead. Be careful! His soul can't take it anymore!
Underfell Papyrus - After the first few times where he panicked thinking you were getting murdered, Edge barely reacts anymore. He just sighs from wherever he is and stares at you until you stand back up.
Horrortale Sans - It's making him so anxious. Every time you fall, he's running and jumping in front of you, growling at the emptiness to protect you from whatever attacked you. He will attack the stairs, the pans, the water on the floor for revenge. Sometimes it gets a little silly, especially when he rolls on the floor to "kill" the water. He keeps forgetting you're clumsy, his instincts are talking for him.
Horrortale Papyrus - He screams every time he sees you fall, which scares you and makes you fall faster. He swears he tries to control it, but he can't help it. He's dramatic and it's scaring him. He's so going to lecture you about how to properly use your legs though.
Horrorfell Sans - He keeps trying to catch you before realizing... He has no arm... And falling with you because he did the gesture anyway and couldn't stop himself lol. He's usually grumpy all day after that and mumbling to himself, so mad.
Horrorfell Papyrus - You accidentally fell on him quite a few times, so now Chief rolls his wheelchair a few steps back and simply watches you fall flat on the floor with an unimpressed look. He can sometimes poke you with his wheelchair when you take too much time to stand up, just to make sure you're not dead or something.
Swapfell Sans - Most of the time, he catches you with his magic, but sometimes he gets annoyed and aggressively grabs your soul to yeet you in the couch so you stop hurting yourself already.
Swapfell Papyrus - He points you and does the "HA HA" sound from Nelson in the Simpsons. Yeah, if you're looking for any help from him, it's not going to happen. He thinks you're hilarious though and will make compilations of your falls on Youtube.
Fellswap Gold Sans - He gives you THE stare. The one that means "how the hell could humans survive this long when you're clearly all brain dead" kind of stare. You can feel him judging you deep in your soul. He won't move to help you though lol.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He runs to save you but somehow, he always makes things so much worse than what it need to be. Like that time you managed to stand up and he came running, tackled you and you both fell from the window... Thanks Coffee.
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Glad the fandom agrees that Gareth is to Eddie what Robin is to Steve.
When Steve and Eddie get together, Eddie is obviously accepted by Steve's friends. Immediately: they can't go through hell together and NOT want every single member of the party to find something good and healing like love. The Party loves Eddie, obviously; they know he'll look after Steve, they know Steve will look after Eddie, and despite his love for both of them, Dustin gives Eddie a shovel talk so detailed, so disturbing, and so terrifying that Eddie asks Dustin to DM their next one shot (that little shit has some skills in manipulating emotions when he wants to. He did bully Mike and Lucas into making up in season one, Steve into hunting demodogs in season two, Steve into trying to translate Russian correspondence in season three, and ERICA into helping them infiltrate the Russian bunker base in season three. Kid has skills, we're all lucky he leans more towards chaotic neutral than chaotic evil). Point is, Eddie does not experience any negative reactions to the news that he and Steve are dating.
But the Party does not include Eddie's oldest friends. Gareth, Jeff, and Nelson (I like that name better than "unnamed freak 1," saw it in a fanfic and adopted it into my headcanons) are very much AGAINST Steve and Eddie dating, not because they're two dudes, but because Steve was best friends with Tommy Hagan, arguably the largest douchebag in Hawkins history, and they don't want Eddie to get hurt. So every time Steve joins Eddie for band practice, if Eddie is out of the room or even out of EARSHOT, all three of them are a little extra rude to former King Steve. But no matter what they do, Steve won't lash out. He'll grit his jaw, sure, and say something about how they don't know anything through clenched teeth, but he never argues when they call him an asshole or a bully or a liar.
When Jeff says that Steve is full of bullshit, Steve goes totally rigid before he just shuts down. Gareth sees this and immediately tries to backtrack; a parallel to Steve in high school, he's said a few regrettable things but he mostly just allows it to happen in front of him. Eddie comes back in from his bathroom break, sees Steve, and is instantly on the defensive. He drags Steve out of the garage, shooting absolutely deadly looks to his band, and they don't see him for two weeks. When Eddie does return, all three apologize to him, then less genuinely to Steve, and Steve quickly forgives them. Again, Eddie ends up taking a bathroom break, but this time, Gareth sits gingerly on the couch beside Steve.
"Are you really dating Ed? Like, no ulterior motives?" He asks, and Steve nods.
"I can't say how, but he saved my life. I was wrong to think he was just some freak," Steve says, but then he hesitates. "I- I really love him. I'm sorry you don't- I know I was a shithead in high school, but really, I love him." Gareth believes him. There's an earnestness in his eyes, a desperation for someone to know, and he can see the anxious set to Steve's shoulders. Gareth never thought that he'd see this, the King admitting to loving another man with not a trace of ill intent, and now that he DOES see it, he can see the tremble in Steve's hands, the tension in his posture and bags under his eyes, he can see the exhaustion written in every line of Steve's posture. So Gareth decides then that, whatever horrors have made such a self assured, confident person this tired, nervous, fidgety man, Steve is a good person. So he asks Steve to be good to Eddie, and then he goes back to his drumset. Jeff and Nelson are kinder, too, seeing that Eddie's #1 best friend, Platonic Soulmate, has decided to trust the fallen King.
After that, to Eddie's shock and embarrassment, Steve and Gareth get along like a house on fire. First, it's just teasing Eddie, then it's sharing embarrassing stories (Gareth shares the time Eddie spent an hour crying over a ladybug he killed before they told him it was just an M&M, and Steve shares the time that Eddie shot off of the couch during movie night and face planted into the wall, because he was half-awake and convinced that he'd just seen Ronnie James Dio through the window). Finally, it's Gareth who puts the pieces together that Steve is dyslexic, and helps Eddie record tapes for each chapter of books that Dustin and Eddie have been trying to get Steve to read.
They're not as close as Eddie and Gareth or Steve and Robin, but Steve and Gareth become great friends. Eventually, Steve and Eddie convince the party to bring Gareth into the know (Gareth is suspicious, but El's abilities and their story combined fill every single hole in the official story. He's terrified but comforted to know that it's over now)
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willyoubemycherryy · 30 days
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➯imagine being Thomas Webb’s pretty shameless neighbor❣︎#𝟙 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤
❥𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞
ALSO: this is an x reader but I used my name Dollette Watson ie. Doll/D.W for short (my mom was born in the 60’s can u tell?) just because I think the constant y/n is annoying if u want me to change it lmk and I will♥︎
“𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛’ 𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑜 𝑃𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑖..“
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When you first moved in, you actually hadn’t seen him at all for almost 3 weeks.
Between settling in, moving your stuff together, job hunting, and being somewhat social, it wasn't until things slowed down a bit that you finally did see him and damn, did you see him.
You had just walked through your buildings door. Tired from work and the tight ass “uniform”, which was nothing more than a button up top with a tiny pinstripe skirt. Huffing in irritation you ready yourself for the trek up the stairs in goddamn heels, when you notice feet and the man attached to them blocking your way.
Raising an eyebrow, you wait a beat for him to move until you realize that he was wearing headphones.
You walk closer until the tips of your shoes are nearly kissing and watch the exact moment he snaps back to planet earth. Startling as he looks up at you.
You were suddenly grateful he had headphones on when you gasped because nothing could have prepared you for someone so attractive.
He was undeniably the finest man you have ever seen in your life, period.
Pretty cut brown hair, thoughtful baby blues behind smart framed glasses that brought attention to his high ruddy cheekbones, and god his nose. You have to blink away the graphic image of how good said nose would feel grinding against your clit before the present dull throb in your core turns into full blown pulsating.
Your efforts don’t matter because it’s game over for you once you drop your eyes to his lips. They were just so…full. Deep pink n plush, that line down the middle of his bottom lip was doing something to you.
You don’t even care if he notices you checking him out. In fact, you want him to. Because you were going to have him one way or another and have a real fun time with it too.
So, you watch his eyes flit to the hem of your shamelessly short skirt before trailing them down your legs, all the way to your heels. Enjoying the heat that his gaze alone lights in you.
Unfortunately, you are tired so playtime will have to wait.
Clearing your throat, you give him a cheeky smile, “Going up? Or are you waiting down here forever?” Tone teasing as you walk up the first two stairs to stand beside him. He watches your every move almost devotedly.
“No, I’m going up. I mean- I live here so that’s…yeah. I was just lost in thought.” His voice is deeper than you thought it’d be as he stumbles a bit through his answer and the raspiness in it makes you want to whine.
But wait.
“You live here too? Because I moved in a few weeks ago actually.” You tell him and he nods.
“Yeah? weird I’ve never seen you around the building though.” you laugh as you definitely would have remembered seeing him.
“That’s probably because you’re obviously a busy guy. Lost in thought in the middle of the stairs. Does this thought have a name?” Smiling, you prod him juuust a little, to gauge if he’s single. He smiles with you and it’s cute. Lightly shaking his head before he suddenly stands.
Fuck you upside down in a full Nelson he’s tall.
“Busy is the last thing I am. The name was Mimi. I’m just the friend that never made it to boyfriend, but I’ll get out of your way…?” He pauses as he waits for your name.
“DW. Dollette Watson. But for what it’s worth,” you hesitate before deciding to just go for it,
“I’m positive you’re the type to talk someone through it so it’s her loss entirely. Try not to sulk too much...?” You know you’re being bold. Innuendo all in your voice but he’s so hot you truly can’t help it. Thanks to his height and close proximity, you have to look up to make eye contact which is hard because of the way you’re trying not to stare at his full lips. And he smelled so good.
“Thomas, Webb. But thank you.” His voice is lower as he looks down at you with hooded eyes and the urge to devour his mouth hits you hard. But, you just walk up the steps until you can look down at him and turn to face him.
“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you but…if you ever want to get busy, come to 5b. I’m sure we could find something interesting to do”. You aren’t teasing this time. You mean business. Leaning in to whisper so close to his face that you can smell his chapstick. His eyes widen before they drop and you actually do whine as he bites his lip and comes closer.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Until next time though. Bye Thomas.” You can’t resist and lean forward to nip his bottom lip. His light throaty groan sends warmth all over your body as it tapers into a soft “fuck”.
“Bye Doll”, Thomas mutters after you pull away, briefly noticing how his ears and neck have reddened, before you start walking up to your place.
Oh, he’s going to be fun. You think, feeling his eyes on you while you walk up until you’re out of sight.
Smirking, you hope he saw your panties…and how soaked they were.
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having hate sex w kikaku is definitely de-stressing.
cw: smut. afab chr. kotatsu sex. hate sex (duh). vaginal. unprotected. from behind. missionary. creampie. choke kink. spit in mouth. pussy slap. squirting. forced kissing. short shit because i wrote this instead of sleeping.
!! English is not my first language 🤘 any spelling or grammatical errors, notify by dm.
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You probably had enough of him, that's why you were doing this... maybe.
today was not and was not going to be a normally peaceful or happy day; you fought with Kikaku both waking and sleeping, not a kiss goodbye but a slamming door and Hanbee running down the stairs while growling at your posture and locking the door to his apartment.
you missed the subway, spilled some coffee on yourself, and your boss had become more relaxed than usual enough to give you more paperwork; all to arrive late at night and see Hanbee ignoring you while his gaze remained fixed on the TV and the long puffs of cigarette he was taking.
when you tried to talk to him, he did not respond and remained fixed on the program, it seemed that his eyebrows were lowering more and more with each movement or comment you made until you put yourself in the kotatsu in the middle of the room.
But you took a sigh, of course, you knew Hanbee was repulsively proud; he wouldn't apologize for anything in the world, even if the discussion had started on his part.
you'd had enough of that little shit.
¿what else could you do? You knew Kikaku for being a damn slut for make-up sex, if the fight was attempted to be settled in words; it would come to nothing.
With a tired sigh, you sank down the kotatsu until you reached a comfortable position, slowly lowering yourself onto your partner's reclining body until you felt your pelvis against his ass; and on the verge of hearing his furious yells, your hand went straight to his mouth to shut him up.
“Hanbee.” you mumbled for a second, that would probably be the least word you would say all night as you busied yourself undressing him quickly and, in less than two minutes, having your cock ramming lovingly against his quivering pussy and shaking legs.
pleasurable sounds came from your throat as you felt his walls tighten around your cock, the black-haired man's nails digging into the wooden floor as droplets of saliva escaped his mouth along with the grunts stored in his mouth.
your arm went directly in front of his throat and you lifted him towards you, your knees doing their best to hold onto the carpet as your partner's legs kicked furiously on the floor; your mouth forcing him to kiss you as your cock rammed furiously against his pussy, Kikaku's hands too weak to try to pull away as you kept hitting the sweet spot of his intimacy.
Nibbling, sucking and intertwining tongues, Hanbee took a hard moment to catch his breath before struggling again, moving so that you would stop and he could pound you until you bled; but your hips never seemed to give way and even in the most uncomfortable position they could have, you continued to thrust without minimal effort on your pelvis.
you lifted his leg and forced yourself to go deeper, his moans to the rhythm of the dirty splashes of the thrusts made you shudder, glad to hear such cries from your partner's mouth and the way he was sobbing from the burgeoning pleasure in his belly.
forcing him into a mating press, a full nelson or whatever, in these cases a missionary served well enough to trap his arms and go deeper and deeper into his dripping wet hole, his eyes rolling up into his head as he felt the veins around your cock throbbing in desperation when you told him you were about to cum inside his swollen cunt.
you didn't stop until you heard his weak "I'm sorry" "please!" or a cheesy "I love you" come out of his lips and cracked voice, no matter how many times you cummed or slapped his cunt until you felt his clit dripping eagerly, Kikaku's intimacy seemed to burn from so much time spent de-stressing with your partner's body.
you spat in his mouth, your fingers fiddling with the sensor of his pussy until he forced himself to swallow your liquid to keep moaning and groaning without choking in the attempt. Your cock didn't last any longer until it pressed weakly against your partner's cervix, your balls throbbing against his labia before you felt your liquid fill the guy's wet womb again; hot air coming thickly from his nose and his tongue flicking against yours when the wave easily filled him to its last gasp.
He fell limp on his back, his trembling hands covering his reddened face as he felt no mobility in his legs and; of course, with his gaping cunt oozing the thick load of your seed deposited inside him falling down the carpet under the kotatsu.
“y-you son— of a b-bitch...” a teasing smile left the corner of your lips, your hands trailing down his slender waist until you planted your fingers on and gave a long satisfied sigh, grinding your face against his in an attempt to show your love as Hanbee's moans and cries returned to his worn throat.
fortunately, it had been a pleasant evening for the two of you. ♡
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peterman-spideyparker · 2 months
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my tears ricochet (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) 3/5
Author’s Note: Hi! This part is more angst, I’m sorry. I promise things will turn up eventually! I wouldn't put everyone through all this angst for nothing! Enjoy!
Summary: You're alive, but barely. Matt blames himself.
Warnings: Angst, unresolved feelings, canon-typical violence, vague wound descriptions/unconsciousness, friends arguing, post-season two/pre-Defenders era Matt, swearing
Other Characters: Foggy Nelson
Word Count: 1,193
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Matt’s thankful for every beep on the monitor that he hears, but he can’t help but hate it. The robotic, cold monotone mocks him. It announces his shortcomings, his failures. He wasn’t strong enough, fast enough, good enough to save you or Elektra that night. Elektra’s dead, and the doctors aren’t exactly sure where you stand. You made it through surgery, a long surgery, but there was a lot of trauma and blood loss. A waiting game, they said. He’s always hated that phrase. Nothing attached to those words has ever been fun, only painful. And now it’s attached to you and your life. 
He remembers when he first met you at Columbia. You had walked by him in the hall, your pomegranate and honey shampoo catching his attention. When he went into his next class about a half hour later, you were there, second row to the front, just off center to the right. Matt’s feet led him to the open seat next to you, using his cane to push the guy with the expensive cologne away from the coveted free seat to your right. He gave you a small smile as he sat down, and he could tell you did the same, softly introducing yourself and making small talk until class began. It took you a while to tell him about your family and your background, and he could tell that you were nervous as you did, waiting for some kind of shoe to drop when you finished—maybe that you expected him to ask for money or if you could help him get a job somewhere. You didn’t expect him to appreciate you for you, only what you could potentially do for him. When he gave you a smile and cracked a joke, saying that he still wouldn’t let you pay for ice cream next time you guys walked through Central Park, you let out a little laugh. His heart skipped a beat when he heard that, how your posture relaxed, and when he sensed how you smiled back at him. After that, it was always you, him, and Foggy, and if Foggy wasn't around, Matt would manage to find his way to your side—it was a pace he never wanted to leave. A place that felt like home. Something he hadn’t really felt since his dad died.
But when Matt met Elektra, everything changed and he pushed you away. Part of Matt always thought you’d be there for him—you’re his friend through thick and thin, why wouldn’t you still be there for him? But when that relationship went up in flames and Matt needed refuge to lick his wounds and work through his feelings, you were long gone, tired of waiting for him to come around, hurt by the last person—the only person—that you thought you could really, truly trust. And now you’re here, barely hanging on because you re-entered his life at the wrong time.
He's a real fucking lucky charm, isn't he?
Matt leans back in the uncomfortable hospital chair, letting out a long breath as he lets a new wave of shame roll over him. Foggy puts a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
“Two people I love are hurt because of me,” Matt croaks, hanging his head. “Elektra is dead, and (Y/N/N) is barely hanging on.”
“We’d be in worse trouble if you didn’t do any of what you did on the rooftop,” Foggy tries to console him. Matt’s still surprised he’s in the same room as him after how he has treated his best friend and partner. 
“I ruin everything I touch, huh?” He angrily wipes away a tear.
“Matt, this was beyond anything anyone could have imagined. It—.”
“It’s the best if I stay out of all your lives. That way, no one else gets hurt. I won’t let anyone else down.”
“Matt, don’t be obtuse, that’s ridiculous.”
“But it’d be effective.” He sniffles and stands, putting his glasses back on. “It’s the way it has to be. It’s the only way I can keep people safe.”
“So what’s gonna happen when (Y/N/N) wakes up and wants to talk to you? ‘Sorry, he’s ghosting everyone because he’s going full Batman broody.’ She’ll need you—you were with her that night, you’re the only person who knows what kind of trauma she went through—.”
“And that’s exactly why I should leave!” he snaps. “You heard the doctor—she barely had enough blood in her to keep her organs in salvageable when she got here, and the blade absolutely shredded her internally. It barely missed her spinal column. She could have been paralyzed if it was a half inch over. It’s better for everyone if I disappear. She doesn’t have to see me and remember anything from that rooftop or remember everything I’ve done to her.”
“You don’t think she’d think about that without seeing you? And what about when she sees her scars? What about when she needs to talk to someone, to have a shoulder to cry on, because everything from that night haunts her? Who’s she gonna call when she has nightmares? No one knows what she went through but her and you. You can’t leave her alone again.”
“I didn’t leave her the first time.”
“Bullshit. You left. You chose not to stay. You cut her out cold. You weren’t around to see it, but that’s when she changed. That’s when she closed herself off, started to do everything her parents wanted. That’s when she lost herself. It was heartbreaking to watch that, Matt, but you wouldn’t know, because even after Elektra, you didn’t care enough to rebuild that bridge and see the damage you did.”
Matt’s voice is cold and low when he speaks next: “You have no idea how much I cared.”
“You say you care, but you’re so ready to let her suffer alone.”
“You don’t have a goddamn right to say shit like that. She didn’t want to see me.”
“How do you know? Did you try?”
“Foggy—.”
“There was still half of the school year left for you to fix things. You didn’t even try to—.”
“We’re done talking about this.”
“Right. Walking away because it’s easier and because it didn’t go your way. God forbid you actually have to address your feelings!”
“Excuse me?”
“You couldn’t juggle school and Elektra, so you were ready to throw it all away. Hell, you almost did. This time, you couldn't juggle your job and Elektra, so you walked away from the people who needed and relied on you. Now, when that fell apart even further, you’re walking away from the consequences and once more, the people that need you most." Foggy scoffs, venom dripping from his words. "You know what? It is probably best that you’re not here when she wakes up, because if you’re not even the person I called my best friend for years, you’re sure as shit not who she loved in college.” Foggy grabs his things as he walks toward the door, leaving Matt alone with his consequences that weigh him down like cement bricks in the Hudson.
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rafferty3207 · 9 months
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Hi!! Can a request a fluffy Roy x Reader oneshot? Maybe one the reader is part of the gang and is Roy’s plus one for the charity gala. She and Roy are being very sweet and flirty with each other throughout the evening. When Roy and Keeley tease Jamie about being bid on by a little old lady, reader joins in on Jamie’s side and defends him, and playfully teases Roy back. Roy takes the dig, but sexily whispers to her later that she’ll pay for it after the party. Just overall fluff with these two love birds. Sorry if this is too long & thank you in advance!!
hello!! I love this!! I'm a sucker for a fancy dress moment and I may have gotten carried away - Only after having written several thousand words did I realise you maybe meant more of an established relationship but I thought a get together at the gala would be so cute so enjoy!!
You'll Pay for That
Warning: Swearing (because its Roy obvs), teensy bit of jealousy, two horny idiots in love
A/N: proofreading is for the weak, gif is not mine
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You couldn’t stand it any longer. 
You’d been to black tie events before, but none like this one. This was the Richmond FC annual charity gala, and as you waited in your living room, fiddling with the straps of your dress, you were nervous.
When Roy Kent, famously the grumpiest bastard in all of Nelson Road, asked you to be his date, everyone was surprised. Especially you.
You’d been at Richmond for the last six months and not a single day had passed without you thinking about Roy Kent. 
You had noticed how attractive he was the minute you first saw him, with his dark curls and thick stubble and toned arms.  He definitely caught you staring more than once. You had even once walked in on him changing, although you swore to this day it was a complete accident. It was an accident, but you may have lingered on his muscled back perhaps a minute or two longer than necessarily. You had also caught him glaring once or twice, but he glared at everyone so it was hard to tell.
But it wasn’t until you had caught him icing his knee after everyone else had gone home that everything really changed. You had said nothing, but left him a ready-made cool pack in his locker before the end of the day, and if you saw he was starting to limp around or look tired, you would make up some excuse for him to come into your office so he could sit down. Of course, he never said anything, but your coffee order miraculously started appearing on your desk every morning, and he always would invite you to eat lunch, whether it was with the players, the coaches or just with Keeley and Jamie, who had founded a new tradition on the Friday to try a nice new restaurant nearby. While you had got along with everyone in the office before this on a professional level, you found yourself becoming thick and fast friends with the whole gang after this, especially Jamie, who started teasing you about how he had gone soft around you. You batted it off, but your heart couldn’t help but race whenever the possibility was mentioned. But you had to tell yourself it was nothing,
One lunch trip however, a month before the gala, both Jamie and Keeley cancelled at the last minute, and you found that you and Roy would be alone. But Roy had already reserved a table at this nice new Italian cafe nearby, so the two of you decided to go anyway.
This is not a date, you told yourself. But you were surprised to see Roy quickly order a bottle of wine. Was he nervous?
“It’s 12pm on a Friday?” You chided him as the waiter handed him the bottle of red.
“And? We’re two adults, we can do whatever the fuck we want?” He was still avoiding eye contact, looking at the bottle.
“I guess we’re not getting any work done this afternoon.”
“I have nothing better to do today than this, do you?”
“‘Nothing better?’ Wow, okay. Glad to see that’s how you see my company.” You folded your arms, playing stern.
Roy’s head suddenly whipped around. “I mean - that’s not what I meant -”
You raised an eyebrow. 
“I really like spending time with you.”His eyes flitted from you to the empty plate in front of him.
“Oh.” You tried not to blush at his words. “Well, I really like spending time with you too.”
“Good.” Roy nodded.”Now let’s order some fucking food shall we?”
Over the course of the lunch, which ended up lasting almost three hours, you found yourself chatting about anything and everything. He told you all about Phoebe’s progress in school, Jamie’s progress in training, and after the third glass of wine, all about his grandad and how he taught him everything from football to taking care of orchids. You told him how you were finding the new job, how your new flat still needed decorating and after the third glass of wine how you only had the new job and flat to begin with after a big breakup and now everyone wouldn’t stop asking you who you were going to the gala with.
“I feel like I’m sixteen and I’m the sad sack who doesn’t have a date to prom again.” You fiddled with your necklace. Roy’s eyes dip for a second before looking back at you intensely.
“That is because they are all mentally sixteen. It’s fucking stupid, just ignore them.”
 You swill the remaining wine in the glass, eyes intently not on him. “Easy for you to say Roy. I bet you have a queue of supermodels waiting for an invite from yours truly.”
Roy snorted in derision.
“Supermodels aren’t interested in old ex-footballers.”  You look up to see Roy looking at you, eyebrows softened. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to go with a supermodel anyway.”
You leaned in slightly closer. 
“So who do you want to go with?”
Roy opens his mouth but his phone starts vibrating.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“We really need to get back to work.”
You couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you got home that night. But when you walked into your office, there was a small white orchid on your desk with a note.
For your flat.
I don’t know how the kids do this but apparently it’s a prom tradition to give your plus one a flower?
R
Over the next month, you spoke to each other every day. When you weren’t leaving little post its of your favourite Jamie quote or exchanging glances over the morning meeting whenever Ted said something so very Ted,  you were texting trying to figure out all your gala details - you were having difficulty finding a dress suitable that would match his ‘heather charcoal suits’ or whatever he said.
Eventually, one morning, Keeley had asked for your measurements as she apparently ‘knew someone’ which she told you while winking and walking away.
Two days before the gala, a beautiful black box arrived on your doorstep. It is the most beautiful dark silky dress, with just a small note attached.
This is what I mean by heather charcoal.
R
Of course, it fit perfectly.
So here you are, It is the day of, and your hair is done and your makeup is done and you are sitting on your couch, ready 30 minutes early, tapping your heel impatiently. 
When there is a knock on your door.
Roy is standing there, looking even more handsome in his all black suit. It is tailored perfectly and you wondered if you could sack off the gala entirely and just spend all evening in your bedroom. But you shake the thought quickly away.
“You’re early.”
Roy looks around. “Well you said you always get ready too early for these things and it stresses you out and you just want to leave, so here I am, in case it was true.” Your heart wants to burst right there and then.
He finally takes you in, looking you up and down.
“Whoever didn’t take you to prom was a fucking idiot.”
You blush and you really do feel sixteen again. 
“Oh that reminds me.” You pull out a small box. “This is for you.” 
Roy opens it to find a small delicate corsage of white flowers, including one white orchid.
“Someone told me it’s traditional to get your prom date flowers.” You swear you see Roy’s eyes water, just a little, before he steps closer to you, bringing his hand to your face. You hold your breath, lean in, until -
“Oi you two, are you coming or what?!” Jamie yells from the limo. The two of you jump back from each other.
“Sorry, I forgot to say -” Roy tries to explain, but you hurry down the stairs.
“Don’t worry about it.”
The ride to the venue you find yourself tightly packed with Roy and Jamie in the back seat. Your hand is right next to Roy’s thigh, and you try to subtly inch it towards him, until a sharp corner finds it right in his lap. You pull away, hoping Jamie hadn’t noticed, but he’s oblivious, still talking about some new book he was reading.
“It’s called “The Body Keeps the Score”, but it’s not even about football…”
You and Roy exchange looks, trying not to giggle. The slit in your dress has hitched up just a little, and you suddenly notice Roy’s hand leaning just against your bare thigh. His fingers are drawing small circles and your whole body feels electric.
“...ooh we’re here!” Jamie once again interrupts you and Roy pulls his hand away. The car pulls to a stop. Roy steps out first and offers you a hand out of the car, leading you up the stairs. His hands are large and warm and only slightly calloused and you wished you didn’t have to let go, but once you are through the door he immediately pulls away. 
“We are going to need a drink to get through this. French martini right?” You nod, impressed he still remembers your cocktail order after one late night drunk text conversation where you drunkenly told him about your teenage dream to live in Paris and drink cocktails in a bookshop like Hemingway.
“Babes, please tell me he has snogged you already.” You jump.
“Keeley you cannot sneak up on people like that!” You brushed yourself down. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Oh come on, everyone can see it babes that you fancy the pants off each other. Just find a broom cupboard already and get on with it.”
“For god’s sake Keeley. It’s not that easy. Everytime I think he's going to do something, he gets scared or we get interrupted. Or both.”
Keeley huffs, thinking hard, before catching sight of Jamie.
“Look all I can say is that there is one man who can annoy Roy into doing anything and that’s him.”
“So I get Jamie to kiss Roy for me?” 
“No, although that would be hot. I don’t know babes, but if anyone could figure it out, it’s you.”
“Figure what out?” Roy stands behind you holding two fancy looking cocktail glasses.
You turn around to find Keeley gone.
“Nothing, Keeley’s just talking some shit.” You look down. “I didn’t realise you liked Sex on the Beach.”
“I like sex in lots of places.” You tilt your head. He looks down at the cocktails. “Oh. You meant the drink, didn’t you?”
“Yes, although that is very interesting information. Where else do you like sex, Roy?” You tease him, watching his jaw clench ever so slightly as he starts walking over hurriedly to the table.
“Let’s sit down.” You poke his cheek, at the tiniest hint of his blush..
“Not before you tell me.”
At that point, Roy stops, places the glasses down and leans over, his lips right by your ear. You can feel his breath against your cheek and his chest mere millimetres from yours and all of you tenses.
“Why? Would you like to find out?” He leans back smiling. “Now who’s embarrassed?” He takes a seat next to Keeley and you try to gain composure. You know you need to gain one up on him, but it is not until the subject of the charity auction comes up, you see your chance.
“How much do you think I’ll rake in this year?” Jame leans back in his chair.
“50p?” Roy suggests, arms folded.
“Maybe £1 if you’re lucky.” Keeley chimes in.
“After Lust Conquers All, you’ll be lucky if one of these old biddies at the front coughs up.”  Roy grins.
Jamie’s brow crinkles.
You see your chance.
You lean towards Jamie and place your hand on his arm. You notice Roy’s eyes burning into you.
“So what exactly do you get if you win one of these bids Jamie?”
“You can spend the night with me, doing whatever you like.”
“Whatever I like?” You practically purr. “Interesting. Maybe I’ll bid on you Jamie. To save you from an old biddy of course.” You wink at him before leaning back. Jamie’s eyebrows raise, and he looks to Roy as if to ask for help. Roy simply glares at him.
As you sit back, you feel Roy grab your wrist. Without saying anything, he drags you out to the corridor.
“Am I in trouble?”
He finally lets you go.
“Don’t you dare think of bidding on that little prick.”
“Why? Do you want me to bid on you instead?” You look back at him with a smirk.
“Don’t be stupid.” You feel a sudden deflation. “You never have to buy me. I’d be yours for free.”
The breath leaves your lungs for a moment. “What?”
“Why do you think we’re here?  Why I’ve done all of this? You know you could have me any time, any place, just say the fucking word.”
At that point, you step to him, grab his face in both hands and kiss Roy Kent. For a moment, he is still, almost surprised at the sheer force. But then he melts back into you with equal passion, pulling you in by the small of your back. You run your hand through his hair, kissing him over and over until you eventually have to come up for air.
Once you finally emerge, face scratched from all the stubble, lips swollen, you smile at him. “You know I was just teasing about Jamie right?” You say to him, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“Oh I know.” He growls into your neck, “You’ll pay for that later though.” You can't wait.
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It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!
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Pairing: Tenjiku x chubby! Black reader
Summary: What better way to spend the early mornings of Christmas than getting dragged out of bed at 4 am to play in the snow with some friends? Then get fucked in the snow…
Content Warnings: Colorful words, cowgirl, intense snowball fight, facial, Izana being Izana, pussy eating, fingering, harsh words being exchanged, a lot of sex positions I forgot the names of, full nelson, public sex, cream pie, hand job, makeup sex, titty fucking, pet names (baby, jewels, dollface, baby girl, gorgeous, angel, and sunshine), doggy style, spanking, gang bang, threesome, 
Word Count: 6,743/17 google docs pages
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The last thing you remembered was that you were in the warmth of your bed before you felt something fall on top of you, specifically someone. You ignored thinking it was one of your little siblings trying to wake you up even though they were too tired. That’s until your ‘supposed’ sibling lets out a tired yet annoyed groan. You peeked your head from under the cover to see Hanma belly-flopped on your bed.
Instead of kicking him out as you would usually do, you ignored it too tired to deal with plus he seems equally as tired. Falling back to sleep it wasn’t till 10 minutes later that the door to your bedroom was bust open. Scaring the living hell out of both you and Hanma as he shot awake.
You faced the door before the light flicked on causing earning an irritated whine from you both. “C’mon chop-chop and Hanma I sent you in here to wake her up not fall asleep on her bed you little shit” Having his hands on his hips Izana stared down at Hanma. He kind of reminded you of the one meme (ifykyk) You rolled over in your bed to face away from the light. Until you felt the covers rip off your body “Let's go Y/N if you got to be ripped from the confines of my bed you do too”. You move a muscle until Hanma dragged you off of your bed by your ankle and onto the floor of your bedroom.
You just started into space asking the Universe what did you do to deserve this. You heard someone else’s footsteps walk into your room as they headed straight for your closet to probably get you some clothes. Which was more than likely Kokoni since he’s the only one out of the group who has a sense of style.
You were then dragged into your bathroom. “You have 20 minutes we’ll be waiting downstairs” “Please don’t wake anyone else in the house up” you groaned as you sat upright. 
You took a shower before getting yourself together. You noticed the outfit Kokoni left on your bed once you walked out. You had already used a body butter to moisturize you just had to put on your undergarments. Looking at the outfit closely it was some type of snow hooded dress with furry long sleeves and a deep v-neck. Which is more than likely gonna give a good view of your chest, you just hope you aren’t cold. You opened your dresser to find some white leg warmers before searching for your knee-length white boots. You got your hair professionally straightened yesterday with your aunt who was visiting. 
So you didn’t have to do much to it.
“So you all must be wondering what we’re doing here this fine morning,” Izana said as everyone else was either half asleep or wasn’t paying attention. You were surprised you were 10 times warmer than you thought you would. Whatever else Izana was tryna tell you all it fell upon dead ears as you let your eyes wander else wear and to a hill. It looked like something you could sled down. Too bad, it’s too early and your siblings are still sleeping. 
Unknowingly you were walking over until you felt a snowball being thrown at the back of your head. You slowly turnt around to see Ran still in the position which showed he was the one who threw it. Everyone else was wide awake watching you two waiting for your next move. “Wait- Ian even mean to hit you frl frl” “You a lie” Rindou argued from behind the scarf he had on. “Why you-” Ran didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before he was knocked to the ground by a snowball. I guess that lead to a snowball fight and you scurried over to the hill you were previously heading towards just to hide.
You and the guys spent the whole morning playing in the snow acting like a bunch of kids. Known of you brought ice skates so you just stepped and attempted to skate with the shoes/boots you already had on. Izana seemed to be a pro, unlike Mochi who was slipping and sliding. And as he tried to reach the ground again Izana was just skating around him the entire time. This could’ve led to some injuries for others but they were in a gang and they always end up batting up in the end. I guess you can say their body is used to it.
You and Shion were competing on who can build the hugest snowman which then to building a snow fort around them both claiming that the other is cheating. You have finished before him all thanks to Muto because the snowman was beginning to get bigger than you so you had him step in to help. 
It was probably 10 am when you both finished and parents were letting their kids go out to play in the snow while they were cooking breakfast or doing some last-minute Christmas wrapping. And all the little kids were awed at both your and Shions creations before picking between you two. Which lead to a huge snowball fight. Luckily no one was injured. Some kids brought their toddler sibling or baby sibling causing you to get sidetracked as you played with the babies building mini snowmen. 
Then guys began to get tired as some of the kids had to head back home since it was time to eat, they claimed. And they wondered where you were since they didn’t notice you leave. You were at the entrance of the park returning the babies to their parents and them thanking you for watching them. It seems their older siblings completely forgot they were there with them. You still weren’t exactly cold as you walked back to the middle of the park where the chaos happened.
And your siblings are more than likely still sleeping. Beginning of Christmas break they saw the opportunity to stay up late and took it now their sleep schedule was fucked. But at least you have a peaceful morning every day to yourself. You can even go out in the morning to do errands or spend some time with yourself & friends.
You felt the dress ride up your ass a bit before you quickly tried pulling it down. You noticed it been doing that all day when you were playing with the kids. You just hoped you didn’t flash anyone as your face heated up at the thought. 
Hanma was complaining about how cold it was and Rindou told him to shut the fuck up. You guys were headed to a bakery to get donuts and hot cocoa. Usually the earlier or later it is the colder but it wasn’t like that when you all came out around 5 in the morning. Now it’s 12 and everyone was agreeing that’s it now cold. And they were starving.
You just asked him where he got his shoes from that’s it. You just asked the guy standing in line in front of you where he got his shoes from. Because the guys and the lord both know you have been spending the last 5 months hoping to cop you a pair for Christmas. Hell, they even offered to help you look through shoe stores worldwide and to go to the mall yet to no avail you couldn’t find them.
You pushed the thought of wanting those shoe goodbye because in a good 6 months they’ll probably be a new pair of shoes everyone's dying to get. And you thought you’d gotten over it, guess you thought wrong considering how they guys reacted.
Claiming you were looking at him much or in a certain way they didn’t like. So you all were arguing your way back to the same park you just came from before you decided to switch directions to go home. Until you felt a strong hand wrap around your neck pulling you back. “Now where the fuck do you think you're going, we're not done talking”
“I’m going home, now let eh me go!” You tried to remove Mochi’s hand but of course, he was way stronger than you. Plus you couldn’t wrap your hand around his wrist so it was kinda tough. Mochis pulled you right back around so you can see them and you wanted to run. Who knew you asking a random person a question can be such a big deal? All they had was a dark glint in their eyes before you were dragged away somewhere you didn’t recognize.
 It seemed kind of deserted but it was a park with a gigantic field. And you were very far if someone were to go to the park they wouldn’t even see yall. Or maybe it’s because of all the hills of snow.
Snow was falling a bit heavier as some had fallen onto your eyelashes and some even on your nose. Sniffling wasn’t working and you were kinda worried you’ll gain a cold. You and your family have plans to go to the Caribbean for the New Year as if last week yall didn’t have a road trip to a cabin in the mountains. 
The dragging finally came to an end before you knew it you were circled with no way out. Your eyes water as the snow on your eyelashes begin to melt, a hand placed itself on your shoulder. “It’s okay sugar plum we’ll go easy on you, that’s if Izana allows us”. Ran tried to calm you down a bit but the beating of your heart didn’t ease.
Hanma eased up behind you messaging his hands around your waist. Your body shivered, but Hanma knew it wasn’t from the cold air.
You failed to notice the younger Haitani lifting your leg up and over his shoulder. Inching closer to your burning heat, suppressing the urge to let out a moan in front of the other guys. He couldn’t help as his face flushed his nose making contact with your clit. The only thing in the way was your panties.
“Rindou please” you whimpered hating how he was teasing your clit. “Please what?” acting clueless as always huh, “Please eat my pussy” you squeaked. The men around you have their breath caught in their throats. Wiggling your hips in hopes of catching Rindou’s attention again, a bit eager to get your pussy eaten on Christmas morning I see.
Trailing your panties down your plump thighs Rindou didn’t waste any time stuffing his face in between your legs once your panties were below your knees. The action caught you by surprise as you jumped back into Hanma’s chest which did nothing but holds you still.
“No, Hanma please lemme go '' you whined but his hold on you just got tighter. Now you had no way out. 
You weren’t sure who but one of the guys helped you out your panties and you were thankful for it. Considering once your panties were out of Rindou’s way he was able to get full access to your heat.
Pulling your legs apart for him as he saw your juices cling to your inner thigh in little strings. 
Fuck. Were the only thing running through him and all the other men behind his head.
They couldn’t wait until it was their turn to fuck your pretty little pussy, hell even tastes it. They were starving at this point.
Rindou was practically in heaven. He never knew someone could taste so deliciously. It was just spilling out of you without being controlled. He was in his head until he broke from when he felt you thrashing uncontrollably.
“Hanma put me down please it's too much” you had your head thrown back against his chest, every once in a while you’ll get a burst of energy to try and break free but it’ll never work. Despite Hanma's appearance, the man is freakishly strong.
“Sorry baby can’t let that happen, besides I ain’t get a turn yet” he teased as he needed the flesh of your thigh. “Rindou! Stop-” you choked as you looked to see Ran with his usual little smile. As he looked down at you with a threatening you. In a way that you could immediately understand, ‘shut up and take it��. Frustrated tears began to swell as you sniffled.
Rindou positioned himself better so his nose was on your clit. “Ohhh shit!” you let out a pornographic moan relaxing a bit in Hanma’s grip. Finally feeling satisfied.
That your neglected clit was finally getting attention. They all took notice of this as their growing dick was getting harder. Rindou switched to sucking on your clit before easily slipping a finger inside you.
Your back arched at the new feeling. “More please” smirking at you Rindou added another as he pumped his fingers inside of you. “As you wished” and as you easily adjusted he pulled out before thrusting his fingers back inside. In search for your g-spot. His eyes were trained on your face. You were just letting out low moans that got caught in the breeze.
It wasn’t until he poked a certain gummy spot that you clenched around his fingers. “Right there” you yelped but he was alright curving his fingers to your sensitive area. And was soon pounding his fingers back in forth. “Faster!” Hanma smirked enjoying the heavenly but sinful noises you are making.
“Wait no not faster slow down” you struggled because Ran wasn’t making things any better as he tried to stick his fingers deeper. Rindou ignored you and instead listened to Hanma and sped up that pace. Causing your juices to go flying every was, his middle finger being the longest he was to get as deep as possible before curving his finger again.
Your orgasm came crashing down as you let out a loud cry. It’s not like any of you care you were far in the field where no one can hear you. No one can hear you. Your sucks on Ran’s fingers slowed as your body was trying to calm itself down. 
Pulling out Ran and the others let out a groan at the spit that was still yet connected. 
You sniffled before you felt a hand around your throat. And soon your lips were connected with Hanma. As he tried licking everywhere inside your mouth once you gave him access inside your mouth.
You both moaned into the kiss as you tried to get down. 
He spread your labia to show all the men the slick that coated them. 
You both pulled away out of breath. And as you tried to catch it, it was stuck in your throat as Hanma bullied his cock into you. ‘When the fuck did he unzip his pants and why was his dick so cold?!”
You were stuck as you had no choice but to swallow him up. Hanma leaned forward biting down on your neck as he felt your pussy clench and unclench. 
“Fuck baby you’re gonna have to loosen up for me” your pussy was so warm and with how wet you are it was easy to slip in. Yet it was still hard for him to fully engulf himself inside. Ran is a bit of help as he rubbed figure eights on your clit hoping to get you more aroused and relax to let Hanma in. And luckily you did as Hanma was finally able to get the base of his cock inside of you.
You tried to stay focused on one thing but your visions would always blur. You felt so stuffed. You were kinda scared of how big Mucho and Mochi were. If Hanma was this big there’s no telling they would break you. A squelch could be heard as Hanma thrust up into you. “Your attention should be here Y/N,” he said as he lick your neck the wet surface being consumed by the cold chilly air.
A shiver ran down your back which he smiled at.
He pulled out until all except for the tip was left before slamming back inside of you. You let out a scream. That one was different as you felt his vein moving back and forward in your walls. 
You wanted to scream for help but it’ll either get caught in the wind or someone will ignore thinking it’s something else. Not wanting to get involved. 
Hanma placed his hands on the back of your knee before he was thrusting you up and down on his by himself. “S-Shuji not so fast” you cried as a tear rolled down your cheek. You felt him peeking through your cervix and it scared you in some way. 
But you didn’t care as immense pleasure soared through you as you milked Hanma’s cock white. “Ugh!” Hanma didn’t let up as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm to chase his own. Which wasn’t that hard consisting of you clenching and unclenching around him. 
Hanma grunted in your ear before he was shooting blanks inside of you. He only had the energy to sloppily thrust two more times before he pulled out. His cum was like silk as it spilled out of you and onto the ground.
The others watched in anticipation while you were gasping trying to catch your breath.
Your pussy was still throbbing before Hanma made the executive decision to slowly drop you onto the ground.
Your skin in contrast with the snow made you look ethereal. Especially with the fur of your white hooded snow dress. It was pushed above your hips. Your legs were shaking too, as you had a pouty look on your lips.
You felt hands on your ass before one of the guy's dick was pressed against your ass. You being distracted trying to figure out who it was you yelped when you felt yourself being picked up. Landing in someone's lap. Looking down you saw it was Shion. You two made eye contact and you just froze. You didn’t know about him, you’ve seen him fight a couple of guys who’ve harassed you before. And yea you get turned on by it but still. The man is crazy, so it was hard to say you trusted him on pleasing your genitals.
“C’mon angel you don’t wanna get fucked in the snow? Who knows maybe something to cross off your bucket list” he continued to tease you but you were able to tune him out. Something you and everyone else were skilled act since he likes to talk about irrelevant shit 24/7. “Hey, I’m talking to you” you glanced at him and he looked mad. You took notice his voice was stern as well.
Luckily Rindou came into the picture as he stood behind Shion with his dick out. Can’t he get frostbite? Can’t any of you get frostbite from fucking in the snow? But it seemed right now it was the least of anyone's worries. 
In union Rindou carefully placed his dick in your mouth not wanting to choke just yet. But your eyes widen in fear as both Shion and Ran pushed their dick into your pussy. You popped Rindou’s dick out of your mouth. “What the hell are you doing?! It won’t fit” you yelled, Ran and Shion looked at each other. “I that I was taking her pussy” Ran mumbled, “No she’s literally on top of me where else am I supposed to go?” Shion asked. And you had to agree but what you didn’t agree with was what Rindou said.
“Why can’t you both take your pussy, my dick is getting cold,” he said swiping his tip against your lip, smirking as he saw the face you made funny.
“No!” too late Ran and Shion bullied their cocks in your cunt, wincing when you clamped down on them both. Ran griped your hips as Shion had his forehead against your shoulder. You tried to let them in slowly but your pussy was pushing them out as well as keeping them still. 
You couldn’t do much as you took Rindou’s tip in your mouth sucking on the bud cautiously in case they tried something.
Soon they were able to pleasure you with short thrusts. You let out low moans here and there. Easing up a bit allows them to go deeper and faster. You were so busy sucking the life out of Rindou that you didn’t even realize that you got comfortable enough to let them fully inside of you. 
It wasn’t until Shion placed his hands on the bottom of your ass helping you lift yourself and down on their dicks. Ran staring down at where you both were connected in too much awe, that as the seconds go by a deep blush overtook his face. 
Rindou placed his hand on the back of your hood easing you til your nose touched his pelvis. You liked up the base side losing your throat a bit so you don’t choke. Raising your hand to play with his balls. Your breast was of course out so he grunted when you touched him. Reaching down sticking his hands in your dress fiddling with your nipple. 
You moaned around his dick. Your nipples were sensitive enough but it was extra sensitive now in the cold. 
You were pushed forward causing you to fully take Rindou’s dick and balls into your mouth eliciting a moan from him, as tears crowded your eyes as you choked. Shion and Ran were pounding into your pussy that you didn’t even know opened up. You had nowhere to go consisting of someone under and behind you and you being skin-to-skin with Rindou.
He also had his hand on your head to keep you in place. Having no choice but to fully breathe through your nose that was starting to run and turn red.
You raised your hand to Rindou’s thigh staring him in the eye. You didn’t need to talk for him to know you wanted him to at least pull out a bit. You can tell the answer was no by the way his eyes darkened. Taking both hands placing them on the side of your head. You smiled a bit thinking he was gonna let you catch your breath. Wrong!
He slammed you back to his pelvis before pulling you away until his tip was in your mouth. You sucked on it causing a shiver to run through his body. He knew you were gonna say something cocky from the way you smirked. 
He slapped the side of your face. Causing tears to spill from your eyes. Shion and Ran paused their movement as they looked at Izana but he had a stone look on his face He placed his hands in his coat pocket he only had his eyes on you before looking at your pussy. Where you were clenching and unclenching on Ran and Shion’s cock.
“The little slut is enjoying it, as long as a bruise doesn’t form Haitani,” he said sternly to which Rindou nodded. Gulping as he hissed feeling his nut coming quicking. You liked the vein on the side of his dick before he was shooting his cum on your face. 
Luckily not your hood. You would’ve had to kill him if you did. Especially Koko.
You sucked on his tip once before hanging your head low. “Oh fuck I think I’m gonna cum” your body shook as Shion was beating your pussy up and Ran was giving you nice slow strokes. Didn’t matter they were still pounding your g-spot. You screamed before you were creaming on both of your cocks. But they weren’t done yet. 
Rindou walked away stuffing his Dick back in his pants. You were chest to chest with Shion with one of your boobs. Your eyes were crossing before you felt another orgasm approaching. “Ahh aww shit, please slow down” you moaned into his neck. 
Before a high pitch scream came ripping from you. Your body went lip. As you whined. The guys groaned above. Spilling their seed inside you felt so full. 
Shion relaxed in the snow. While Ran leaned over you. Hopefully, this will be the last time they pull shit like that again. 
You felt a hand on your arm pulling away from being sandwiched and into someone’s arms. Feeling them need at the soft flesh of your plump ass. As you shivered into them. You tend to tune out a lot of things. And I guess you tuned out you're being cold. Whoever you were hugging chuckled.
You can smell his shampoo so you already knew who it was. 
Sanzu unbuttoned a few of the top buttons to your dress. It seemed like it was gonna bust open since Rindou was already messing with your boob. But didn’t have the decency to actually unbutton the top. You shivered some more as the cold breeze brushed up against your warm breast. 
Sanzu was eyeing the stretch marks on your chest.
He knew they were warm hell they looked warm. He’s been staring at your chest since he saw you in the dress. All he wants is to have your pretty tits in his lap with his dick in between.
And he did get what he want cause here you are now on your knees pressing your breast together as his dick peeked through at the top. Sucking the soul out of his cock. 
The only thing he’s been able to grab just to make sure he’s still on earth was snow. 
Sanzu was sure his hands were frostbitten by now. But he couldn’t help as his legs shook. 
He didn’t know if it was from it being cold outside or the fact his nut was literally 3 seconds from approaching. POP! Was all that was heard that second before Sanzu was nutting all over your breast. You bit your lip to keep in your sounds before you felt a smack on your ass as your body rocked with the pounding you were receiving. A hand gripped the back of your neck before your back was arching to the best of its abilities.
“C’mon Jewels why are you hiding your beautiful noises? Don’t you remember our little agreement, hmm?” Your bottom lip trembled as you slowly open your mouth letting all of your moans spill out.
Koko smiled as before he took your leg and placed it on his shoulder on the opposite side. So that he was now fucking you sideway. Reaching his hand up your dress he hand an iron grip hold on your stomach. Jiggling the fat before you were spitting out little moans for him to stop.
Your body has been trembling the entire time and it didn’t help that Koko was now drawing on your clit. Thankfully he was going at a medium-sized pace. 
Your hand was snatched before you were now stroking Kisaki’s dick. 
“That’s it stroke it nice. There you go Dollface. You wrap around my dick so nicely, don't you think?” You nodded your head. To let him know you were listening. But you went brain-dead as soon Koko touched your clit.
“Oh I-I can’t it too much” you cried, Kisaki wiped away your tears. As you looked at him through your lashes. “It’s okay baby here lemme speed up the process for you.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, Koko wait!” you pressed your hand onto where his stomach would be under his clothing but he smack it away. “Nah sorry Jewels you did this to your self” was all he said before smacking your inner thighs as he saw you were trying to wiggle your way out.
“Ion’ know why you’re trying to run away, you better take this dick!” was that was said before your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
Your hand was starting to cramp since you were giving Kisaki a handy. You twisted your hand as you were pumping. Before squeezing his dick in your hand. Soon you were squirting on his dick. “Oh, fucking hell” Both Kisaki and Koko orgasmed from hearing your sexy moan. Gaining back a little control of your mind you pulled your head up to see Kisaki’s semen so without having any other way to clean it. You licked it all up, looking Kisaki straight in the eyes while doing so. All he did was push up his glasses and quickly sped away but you knew he was one of the ones you most definitely had wrapped around your finger.
Despite all of that you went over who did and didn’t fuck. All that was left was Izana and Kakucho and there was also. Oh. Mochi and Muto. You gulped a bit, kind of wishing you started off with them first. What did SZA say- (it’s cuffing season and all the girls are needing, I need a big boy, I need a big boy). You were confused about what sex positions you haven’t done yet really. 
And it seemed they took note of that. 
“So what do you wanna do, the choice is yours”. That was all Muto said as he and Mochi stood over you. You felt if you took em’ both right here right now you might faint. Might need to save that for later when you're not tired. 
Finally making a decision you looked up at them both. With your brows furrowed together and a pout on your face, you answered, “I want to sit on your face”.
Now it may seem impossible but then again anything can happen. 
But getting your pussy eaten mid-air??
You didn’t know about that yet here you are. You had your thighs wrapped around Muto’s head, supposedly keeping him warm I guess. You couldn’t see for shit. Not only did your vision get blurry but you also had your back arched with your head tilted back.
So the snow was just falling onto your face softly, and your hands were a bit too cold and hard for you to be wiping them away.
You would twitch here and there from the overstimulation. Yet you were bucking your hips into Muto’s face the entire time, moaning out incoherent words. They may have not understood you, but you still gave them butterflies in their stomach. Every time you moaned one of their names.
“Muto, baby, m’gonna cum, can I please cum” You combed your head through his hair before tugging it. Earning s grunt from him as you tried to focus on how good he made you feel. Muto had his tongue digging in and out of you. The thickness of it alone was helping your chase your orgasm. 
You moved your hips some more now having full control as your rid his tongue. Drool escaping the side of your mouth. But you were too brain-dead to notice.
You gripped his shoulder through his jacket. Before you were left a squirting mess on his tongue. All in the midst of your squirting Mochi stood in front of Muto chest-to-chest to come help clean up your mess. 
You jolted forward already knowing who it was Muto and Mochi are damn near the same height to you. You reached your hand back to Mochi’s forehead. “Mochi no, it is not your turn, please” you cried to shove him away but that didn’t work. Consisting of him taking your arm into his hold. Now leaving you to hold yourself up with one hand. More tears falling not only from the overwhelming pleasure but because of the fear of being dropped or falling.
You sniffled, Mochi seeing to catch on “It’s alright gorgeous it’s either I please you now or after Muto, me and you both know you wouldn’t have the strength for that”.
He was right, you bit your lip “Stop being a pussy Y/N and take it”. But that thought went out the window when both Muto and Mochi shoved their tongue into your pussy. One sucking on your clit the other fucking you with their tongue. Occasionally switching before you had two big boys tongue deep your pussy. Was enough to make you cum. You don’t know if you have the energy to squirt today.
“Fuck! Muto, Mochi you make my pussy feel so good!” you screamed your creamed so much it even went down their chin. They came in their pants from how sweet you tasted and you screaming their names. That was all they wanted to hear.
Your thighs were trembling badly before both Mochi and Muto placed you down. 
You were a wreck. You had drool escaping the side of your mouth, bite marks on your neck, hand prints on your ass, bruises around your thighs and waist, breast spilling out which also had hickeys and dried cum, crystal tears still falling down your face, and last but not least. Your glistening pussy was stuffed with so much cum.
You couldn’t stand anymore so you were leaning against Muto for support.
Haven’t noticed that Kakucho had walked up to you until he was whispering in your ear. Everyone didn’t know what he said but from the looks of you bucking your knees, it seemed he convinced you to go another round just for him and Izana.
You heard a buzzing and it was your phone but you didn’t have it on you. Yet Hanma pulled it out of his pocket. He saw it was a text from your mom. “Uhh, you might want to hurry this up her mom texted we have to make our way to the house. Her siblings are up and were wondering if we can pick something up from the store on our way back?” 
Izana took a deep breath, he was used to the cold. Hell, he loved winter. And he loved it even more that he was about to fuck his girl in the snow in about 5 seconds. But he wanted to be the last to do so, he doesn’t want to rush. But it irritated him a bit that he has to now. But there’s always next time or later on today.
“Welp now we gotta make it quick” Kakucho was surprisingly fast on his feet with how he had your ass tooted up in the air. As you were supporting yourself with your hands. Everything was so quick that when you tried to stand up Kakucho place his hand on the mid of your back before he was already killing yo shit.
Your tits bounced with his movement. All you were focused on was trying to keep yourself up in this position. You were already chubby, plus you were tired this was not a good combination for someone. Especially you.
“Kaku I don’t think I can go on any longer” you moaned as you were panting. You would’ve been sweating but the chilly air kept you cool thankfully.
Kakucho didn’t pay you any mind as his and everyone else’s eyes were on your ass. As it repeatedly clapped on his pelvis. The way it recoiled every time you both made contact was enough for his stomach to tighten. He didn’t want to cum fast but the way he and the others saw you trying to fuck him back. Was all they needed before they all came either in their pants, hand or in Kakucho’s case inside of you.
He pulled out a bit seeing his kids trying to make their way out. Not want to cause more of a mess. He did a slow sloppy thrust before more cum was escaping. Taking a wild guess that came as well, he can tell from the satisfied sigh coming from your plump two-toned lips.
You were about to fall but luckily Kakucho caught you with his hand on your stomach which felt oddly weird. Until he realized what it was. “Aww, baby I can feel myself inside of you isn’t that sweet” he teased as he pressed down on your stomach, a whine coming from you.
He picked you up before placing you down carefully on Izana's lap. As he slowly sat you down he and the others heard you cry about how he was stretching you too much and that you wanted to stop.
“Aw, but baby I just got you.” Izana had a sly smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around you. His chin was on your chest as he boarded his eyes into yours. 
“I’ll go slow I promise” you looked at him a bit longer searching his eyes for any type of sign that he may be lying. But you didn’t see any you looked down debating if you should take the dick. But you missed the glint in his eyes that everyone else saw. As Sanzu just shook his head knowing Izana gonna go anything but slow.
And to everyone's surprise, he kept his promise and went slow, slow, and deep. Though he didn’t lie to you it still felt as if he cheated you out. Izana pulled you up off his cock until only the tip was in before moving you down incredibly slowly.
It was torture, why did it hurt so bad yet feel so good?!
You had your arms wrapped around his neck. You were a moaning mess, and you were desperate. You moaned dirty things into his ear and it took Izana’s all to break being Mr. Nice Guy and just beat your pussy up like everyone else but he couldn’t at least not yet.
It wasn’t until you were begging for him to go faster. “Izana please beat my pretty pussy up, it’s all I want for Christmas please!” who was he to deny his favorite girl a special Christmas. Lifting you up until the tip was at the entrance of your pussy Izana dropped you and you were screaming. It went like that for a while before Izana had his hands on your ass bouncing you up and down on his dick.
He also had a smirk on his face as if he knew something everyone else don’t. 
Maybe it's the fact that he was thrusting his hips into your ass. His dick feels peeks with your cervix. The fact your phone was buzzing with your siblings asking you to get their favorite snacks from the store. 
Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been getting fucked by your best friends for the past 5+ hours straight.
You and the guys were sitting in your living room watching as your sibling opened their presents. You were sitting on a pillow since the floor was too hard for you to sit down on your bare ass with.
Your brother crushed you into a hug when he saw you got him the shoes he oh so desperately wanted. You were slightly confused when he also gave you a present.
Opening it, your face felt it was condoms, plan B’s, and pregnancy tests. Your brother knew that your best friends have been crushing on you since the summer. So it was a matter of time before you were theirs. Plus you all were grown, that wasn’t any of his business tho. 
“So what did you get,” your mom ask trying to peek to see what it was. You closed the box shut “Just some panties and bras didn’t think he would have the guts nor the money to step foot into Victoria's Secret” you lied. Plus your grandma already gave you some yesterday. 
You couldn’t exactly be mad at your brother since you were having cum drip down from your pussy as we speak, maybe you do need to take that pregnancy test. Maybe next Christmas they’ll be a bundle of joy this time.
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Plsss I needed moooore more doodle smutt i LOVVVED the other one 💕🫶🫶
New ideas
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Warnings : smut, sex position "Nelson", nervousness, cussing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, afab anatomy, roughness
Genre : romance, smut
Characters included : Moe doodle(bop), afab\gn reader
Writing style : oneshot
A\n : I was angry so I did this hella late and anger turns into horny sooooo
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He loved being intimate with you, he truly did. But he felt like he needed to spice things up sometimes ; bring new stuff to the bedroom. But he didn't want to scare you off or do something that might be out of your comfort zone. So he didn't try anything new.
But you felt the same way. Moe was more timid and "fragile" so your fears where way stronger. It wasn't like he was fragile, actually, he's sensitive ; gets overstimulated easily. But one night when you two were getting intimate, it all came out. Both of you told each other you wanted to try some things new that you found.
Moe was so much more relieved that you feel the same way compared to you. You let him go first to "show you what he'd learned".
"I just found some new positions and stuff," he dragged out. "Show me then," you said, massaging his unclothed thigh. You two we're already out of your clothes. He responded by just kissing you, roughly. "Get on me, back to me," he seemingly ordered, although he tried to make it less orderly like (which failed) but you didn't mind. You sat yourself at his lower stomach,your back to him, to where your cunt barley touched his already hard dick.
"There ya go," he said encouragingly. He sits up a bit, snaking his arms under your thighs. "Relax your legs for me, keep your hands on my chest and lean back," he said in a reassuring tone. He asked you if you were ready, like he always does, and pushed his dick into you once you confirmed you were. He brought his hands, which were still under your inner knees, to where they were resting on the back of your neck.
Your legs were resting against your boobs, Moe moved around a bit so you were both comfortable. Once you told him he could move, he started off fast, which you usually doesn't do. The new postion made it so his dick couldn't more of your sweet spots, which has you seeing stars. Because of the new position you weren't able to cover your mouth, so you let everything out. Thankfully you two were alone in the house.
Moe seemed to be enjoying it too. He bit down on your shoulder, and his legs shook more than usual. Both of you were sweating more than usual. "Shit! Fuck, baby! More, more, more, more," you practically screamed at him. He fixed his legs and started going faster and harder, causing your moans to be louder and louder.
Sooner or later you felt your orgasm coming, which you did warn him about. "I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with the knot in your stomach finally bursting while your legs are still forced to be held open. But he didn't stop, not for a second. He did go slower for a couple seconds before going back to his usual speed.
Tears starting brimming in your eyes and your legs start to shake. Your voice cracked in the middle of moans multiple times. Moe brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing it at a speed to match his thrusting. Now instead of trying to close your legs, you opened them more, inviting him in. Drool escaped your mouth and down your chin as his thrusts and fingers got faster.
"Fuck Baby!" You screamed at you felt your second orgasm coming through. "Come wITh me- dear," he said, his voice cracking. His thrusts got sloppier but his fingers kept their pace. You came around him first, he slowly followed after. It was only when you looked down when you noticed the mess you made. "Damn that was hot" Moe said, breaking your thoughts. He hugged you, taking a not of how limp your body felt. "You're tired already?? That was only the first thing I figured out. And you better get ready because I learned how to last longer too, sweetcheeks," he flipped you around and kissed you and you, too overwhelmed to cringe at the pet name, kissed him back.
Needless to say, you two didn't sleep much that night.
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visceravalentines · 2 years
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Wow!  My first real smut fic!  We’ll pretend I haven’t been mortified about sharing it for a whole week.  MINORS DNI.
Spoils of War
Halloween night, 2021. The people of Haddonfield are dead set on killing the Boogeyman. You, not so much. When the dust settles, you are the only one left, wearing handcuffs and a short skirt. Whatever will he do with you? Takes place smack in the middle of the third act of Halloween Kills.
Rating:  Explicit/NSFW
Length:  1.9k
CW:  dubcon, fingering, vaginal sex, blood kink, marking, light bondage, mild gore, murder, someone (you lol) gets arrested
AFAB!Reader POV
Halloween in Haddonfield brought out the worst of mob mentality every year, but this night had been unprecedented.
You were swept along in the crowd that rushed to Field Street, armed with baseball bats and delusions of grandeur. You didn’t have a weapon. Someone tried to hand you a tire iron, which you accepted and then dropped as inconspicuously as possible. Awash in the panic, you watch the townsfolk set up a sort of perimeter with their cars and their chaos.
“Everyone watch for Karen!” someone calls. “Watch for Karen, she’ll lead him here!”
This is madness. There are uniformed officers in the crowd, guns drawn. Everyone you know – the librarian, the grocery store clerk, the high school biology teacher – is eyeball-deep in bloodlust.
“This isn’t right,” you say, almost to yourself. “This is wrong, he’s just a man.”
“Just a man?” scoffs the crossing guard next to you, holding a two by four instead of a stop sign. “He’s a monster.”
“You don’t have to be here,” says a police officer. “Go hide in your house if you don’t want to be a part of it.”
“Here she comes!” someone yells.
The crowd grows instantly, eerily silent.
Karen Nelson sprints out of an alleyway, holding Michael’s mask in her fist. How the hell did she get a hold of that? “He’s coming,” she says breathlessly, “he’s right behind me.” She drops the mask in the middle of the street and veers off to the left.
Three heartbeats later, there he is, looming out of the shadows like he’s made from them. He is huge, a hulking shape of a man. The headlights of the cars around you burn to life and he stops, taking in the scene. You can’t tear your eyes from his face, caked in blood, half the flesh raw and pink with fresh burns, his dead eye gleaming like a pearl in the yellow light. He is grizzled, his visage marked by scars and the trauma of a long, brutal life. He is striking. He is an apex predator in his element. He regards the vigilantes of Haddonfield without fear or surprise. The knot in your stomach tightens. Something terrible is going to happen.
“Hey Michael, it’s Halloween,” Officer Brackett says, his thick finger heavy on the trigger of his service revolver. “Everyone’s entitled to one good scare.”
“Stop!” You find your voice and almost immediately lose it again as everyone looks at you, including the Boogeyman. “Stop. We can’t do this. He’s a person – we’re all just people – we can’t do this!”
Someone grabs your arm. You hear the snick of handcuffs and feel cold steel around your wrist. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you say, meeting the eyes of the police officer taking hold of your other arm and cuffing it behind your back. “What are you doing?”
“You’re disturbing the peace,” he says as he pulls you to the squad car a few feet away. “Cool off in here, you’ll be safe.”
“This is fucking ridiculous!” you shout. He pushes you into the backseat. “You can’t do this!  We’re not animals!” The crowd returns their attention to Michael as the car door swings shut in your face. But Michael’s attention is focused on you. His stare is scalding. A thrill shoots all the way down your center. Those eyes….
Haddonfield’s heroes square up, adjusting their grips on pitchforks and home appliances. One woman is holding a clothes iron. At last, Michael resigns himself to the task at hand. He stoops and picks up the mask, pulls it on like a second skin. The neighborhood closes in. He is wary, knife in hand, anticipating an attack from any angle, every angle. You know it has been a long night for everyone. You imagine he must be exhausted.
You don’t see who takes the first swing, but from one moment to the next, all hell breaks loose. Improvised weapons whistle through the air, missing, making contact with sickening thuds. Someone fires a gun and misses their target entirely. They try again and aim true and you watch the Shape jerk as he takes two, three, four, five bullets to the chest before toppling to the ground. Everyone is horribly silent until they get their turn to bludgeon him, at which point they grunt like beasts with the exertion of a full-strength swing. You, however, are screaming.
When a final strike from Tommy Doyle ceases Michael’s attempts to rise, the crowd pauses, waiting. You cannot hear the exchange, but you see Karen step forward, pick the knife up out of Michael’s trembling reach, and then plunge it into his spine. You cringe. He slumps. You realize there are tears on your face. You cannot name the emotion that has caused them.
Dimly, you are aware of the edges of the crowd dispersing. Many of them linger, waiting, thirst for violence not quite sated. Brackett waddles forward, gun in hand, aims it at Death’s head. You brace yourself for the crack of powder and skull.
And then, so quickly you all but miss it, the knife is back in his hand, and then it is in Brackett’s jugular, and then the predator is back on his feet. In seconds, a pack of wolves becomes a flock of sheep and he butchers his way through them all, one by one. Their fight is limited, their rage a temporary state of being, their violence unfamiliar.
He is violence incarnate.
Tommy is the last to fall. Michael stabs him in the chest to the hilt, and when he crumbles to the ground, he breaks the bat on his skull and buries the broken shard in his gut. Your scream and the light in Tommy’s eyes die at the same time. Michael surveys the carnage before turning to you.
It is Halloween night, and you are alone.
You look frantically around the backseat. There are no goddamn handles on the doors. There is nothing to grab, nothing to use, no way out. When you look back out the window, he has disappeared. The sound of your breathing is deafening.
The far door opens and you scream again. He is there, and then he is in the car, sliding into the seat beside you. You smash yourself against the door as far away from him as possible. This close, you feel his stare like the point of a knife to your throat. There are no words to describe the power that radiates from him. He is a force of nature distilled into the shape of a man. Your skin tingles, heart pounding. For a long while, he just looks at you.
When his hand reaches towards you, you choke on your breath. When it settles on the bare skin of your knee, a high-pitched whine sneaks out of you. When he slides his hand up your leg, pushing your skirt higher, something inside you clenches.
He grips the inside of your exposed thigh and pulls you towards him, opening your legs. You cannot keep air in your lungs. His fingertips trail up to your groin, leaving streaks of blood on your skin. He touches you through your panties and a moan slips through your teeth. He rubs you firmly and you can feel yourself throbbing.
“M-Michael….”
His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear and he tugs one side down. You lift your hips to let them slide off easier, your skirt slipping almost all the way up, and he pulls your lacey thong down just to the middle of your thighs, the rolled fabric tight against your skin, keeping you from falling completely open for him. The heel of his hand pushes against your pubis and he slides one rough finger between your lips and across your clit. The sound you make is unholy.
Your head is tossed back against the headrest, hands cuffed and pinned behind your back. He strokes you slowly, insistently, back and forth and then in circles. You are so wet, hips bucking against his palm. You cry out when he pushes a finger into you, then two. He is utterly unhurried, savoring every whimper, the way you squirm in such a tight space. You sneak a look at him and blush at the intensity with which he is watching you through the mask.
He curls his fingers on your sweet spot, rubbing up against your clit with his palm, and you forget where you are and whose fingers are fucking you so methodically and your abdomen clenches mightily before you cum under his hand. Your whole body rocks against the worn leather seat as you bite back a full-throated moan.
Suddenly his hand is gone, and the absence leaves you gasping. Disoriented, you readjust yourself on the bench and look over, afraid he will have disappeared and you’ll be left wondering if he was ever even there.
Oh, but he is still there.
He unzips his coveralls and pulls himself loose from his boxers. He is clearly pleased with your performance. He grabs for your knee again but you are already in motion, clambering across the bench, closing the space, writhing out of your underwear, scrunching your head down away from the low ceiling as you straddle him. His hands, one of them heavily bandaged, are under your skirt and on your ass, pulling you greedily onto his cock.
The way he slides into you is full and perfect. You work your hips desperately, almost frantically, and he digs in his nails, pushes back, forces you to slow down. Your wrists strain against the cuffs. Your forehead presses to his shoulder as the hyperstimulation sends near-painful pulses of ecstasy through your body. You are powerless, completely in his control as he fucks you slowly, thrusting into you and moving you back and forth at the same time.
He brings you to the edge and leads you along it, keeping you right there, and it is blissful and frustrating and he has you panting into his neck by the time he shifts the angle just right and you roll into empty space, sinking your teeth into his shoulder to keep from shouting his name. He grunts softly in your ear as he finishes, his grip on your flesh painful, intentional; you’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingers.
He keeps you in his lap for almost a minute more, long enough for your head to clear, long enough for you to realize your dress, your legs, are smeared with the blood of your neighborhood. They had been ready to kill him.
“I couldn’t let them,” you whisper.
He squeezes your ass one more time before pushing you off of him. He zips the coveralls back up and opens the door. You are suddenly apprehensive as he slides out of the backseat, standing, stretching.
“Michael, wait,” you say, scooting towards the open door, hoping he will not meet you with a knife. “Will you let me…can I get out?”
With one hand braced against the doorframe, he ducks his head back in, regards you for a moment, then reaches towards you. You freeze, but he reaches past you, picks up your underwear, and tucks it into his pocket before slamming the door shut and imprisoning you once again in the back of the squad car.
“Michael!” you yell.
He does not turn.
“Michael Myers!”
He disappears into the night, leaving you to be discovered in your disheveled state by whatever authorities remain.
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Sight and Sound
Warnings: mentions of bad living situations and terrible parenting, child abandonment, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Matt Murdock x child reader, Foggy Nelson x child reader
Request: Matt Murdock x deaf!Reader (child) ?? Not completely deaf, but has trouble hearing. I'll let you use ur imagination for this one! Hope ur not too busy :)
Request by: @popfishjr
*not my gif*
Summary: You couldn’t hear and Matt couldn’t see- what a duo you two made
A/N: Did I run out of ideas at the end? Yes. Is it painfully obvious? Also yes
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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It was ironic really, that’s why Foggy jokingly called the two of you The Eyes and The Ears.
You had the best eyesight of anyone you had ever met, and Matt had the best ears of anyone he had ever met.
But this was the ironic part, you were hard of hearing and Matt was blind.
The two of you were quick to become attached at the hip when you first met, looking- and listening- out for one another in ways that the other couldn’t do for themselves.
Your first meeting was about two years ago, when you were six years old, your parents had ditched you on the streets due to your hearing problems and Matt had just so happened to stumble upon you- literally.
He had been so tired that day that he forgot to keep his senses fully open, so he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and who was around him. You had been leaning up against the side of a building, arms wrapped around your legs to try and protect yourself from the harsh winds of the day, staring down at the pavement and unaware of the man quickly approaching.
Your head had snapped up with wide eyes as Matt tripped over your small body, catching himself on the side of the building right before he fell.
“Oh god,” As soon as he regained his balance he quickly whipped around to face you, “I’m so sorry.”
From a young age, you had been able to read lips very well, it being one of the only ways you could understand others.
You tilted your head to the side slightly, “It’s okay, Mr.” The pitch of your voice was higher than he thought necessary, but he shrugged it off.
“Are you alright?” He asked in worry, sensing how young you were and beginning to let his mind wander as to what you were doing on the ground in the middle of the street.
You squinted your eyes and leaned your head forward a little bit, “Can you repeat that, please?”
He frowned, thinking he had spoken at a normal level, but repeated himself anyway.
“Sorry, sir,” You apologized, shuffling your feet back and forth against the pavement, embarrassment rising up in your mind when you realized you had made him go out of his way just because you couldn’t hear him, “I’m hard of hearing.” You explained.
That’s when it all made sense. Not being able to realize he was coming. Your loud tone. The way you needed him to repeat himself.
“That’s alright.” He made sure to enunciate his words a little bit when he spoke up again.
Without really thinking about it, his mouth had opened and he blurted out an offer, for you to stay with him once it was evident that the reason you were on the street was because you were homeless.
At first, you had hesitated, but something told you that you could trust the man, so you agreed.
Now, two years later, the two of you were inseparable and for the first time in your life, you had a good home, a safe one, where you didn’t have to worry about the fact that you were hard of hearing, never having to be ashamed of it.
“Hey,” Matt called, flickering the lights a little bit as he entered your room in order to get your attention.
You looked up from where you were drawing at your desk with a smile to the man who had become your best friend over the years. But even more than that, he became your father.
“Want to go out for lunch?” Though he knew that you could hear him slightly and could read his lips even better, he used his hands to still sign what he was saying.
When you had first moved in with him, you had revealed that back when you had a home, a kind neighbor had taught you sign language so that you could communicate better with others around you.
Immediately, Matt had insisted that you taught him, even if he couldn’t see, he wanted to make sure that you were as comfortable and taken care of as possible.
Countless hours had been spent sitting under blankets, nestled on the couch side by side, your hands gently guiding his to teach him.
You grinned in return to his request, even though he couldn’t see it, and jumped up from your seat, letting out a small ‘whoop’ in reply.
After quickly slipping your shoes on, the two of you left the apartment, arms looping together unconsciously on instinct, leading one another with your eyes, the other with ears.
While you would let him know when to cross the road, he would be the one to make sure there were no oncoming cars.
He tapped on your arm to get your attention and stop you from walking so that you wouldn’t have to divide your attention from trying to hear him and read his lips and leading the way for the both of you, “Do you want to try that new place near the grocery store?”
You shrugged, making sure to brush your arm up against his so that he could feel the movement, “Don’t care.” You echoed back, trying to be loud above the city noises even though you knew he could hear you just fine.
He paused, thinking, before nodding his head, “Let’s go there.”
You nodded before leading the way, winding through the streets and crowds of people, arm never dropping from Matt’s.
When you finally made it, the welcoming smell of food and feel of warmth hit both of you like a train as you entered, you looking around curiously and the older man tilting his head to the side to listen.
“Well, well,” An all too familiar voice sounded from the side, “If it isn’t The Ears and The Eyes.”
Both of you perked up at the sound of your friend and you dropped Matt’s arm with a grin, “Foggy!” You cheered, rushing over to hug the man.
He gladly returned to favor with a large laugh and smile, playfully scooping you up and spinning you around while Matt smiled as he listened to the interaction.
“I didn’t know you were gonna be here, Foggy,” The man told his best friend with a smile and he shrugged.
“Figured I’d try out the new place, seems like you two had the same idea.” He placed you to the ground and quickly ruffled your hair affectionately, “Come on, I already have a table, so I suppose you two knuckleheads can join me.”
“I’m not a knucklehead!” You protested with a giggle, “He is!”
“No, you too.” Though Foggy said that, he was really winking and signing to you that it was really just Matt, to which you laughed even harder.
The brown haired man pretended not to notice that the two of you were having a secret conversation as he followed you to the table.
As he listened to the two of you interact, he couldn’t help but allow the smile that sat upon his face to grow, happier than anything that everything was going so well with you. That he had grown to love you like a daughter.
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wowbright · 4 months
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Fic: Authority
Fandom: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Event: december klaine fanworks challenge 2023
Words: ~ 900 words                                           
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: In 2015, the Lima bishop tries to ruin the Hummels’ Christmas. Kurt won’t let him.
Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. Should you read this if you’re waiting to see what happens in Out of Eden? IDK. But what I can say is this might be part of Kurt and Blaine’s in-verse “canon” future, or it might just be one of many possible futures. Fanfic of fanfic, if you will.
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Kurt didn't want to be fatalistic. He didn't want to assume the worst of people. He was trying to learn at least that much from Blaine.
But he wasn't naive. And the signs pointed toward a confrontation: The new, uninspired policy, of course. Elder Nelson declaring that it was a revelation from God—the same Elder Nelson who believed that God was incapable of loving unconditionally, and therefore could not be trusted to tell God or God’s revelations from the inane clamorings of his own ego. The bishop’s questions to Kurt’s dad after the wedding invitations went out. Kurt’s membership records still being held up in Lima, even though his new bishop in L.A. had put a request in several times to get them transferred to the new ward and was just as frustrated as Kurt over the delay.
Still, he had hoped the Lima bishop believed enough in the sacredness of family that he wouldn't inject himself into Kurt’s visit home for Christmas.
He had hoped, but he hadn't assumed. So when he went out for the mail on Christmas Eve and saw the ward secretary’s car parked across the street, he knew what was happening. He headed straight for the driver side window and knocked. “You do realize you two look like stalkers, don't you?”
The ward secretary smiled as he got out of the car. He held a business-size envelope in his hand. “Sorry to startle you. We just got here and were taking a moment to pray first.” On the other side, the bishop’s second counselor emerged.
“So, did it work?” Kurt said.
“I’m sorry?” the ward secretary said.
“Did the prayer work? Did you convince God that you’re doing the right thing? Or at least convince your own conscience?”
“Kurt,” the ward secretary frowned. “This brings me no joy. You've been called to a disciplinary council.” He held the letter out for Kurt.
“Merry Christmas to you, too,” Kurt said. “But you can keep that.”
“I’m required to give it to you.”
“I’m not required to take it.”
The ward secretary stepped forward. He put a hand on Kurt’s front coat pocket and made to shove the envelope in it.
Kurt stepped back. “Watch it. That's assault.”
“Kurt—” The second counselor chimed in. “We want to help you. The church has clarified that those who enter into same-sex marriage are in apostasy. But you haven’t done it yet. The disciplinary council is an opportunity for you to change course. You've been such an important member of our ward. I've always been inspired by your faith and your commitment to the truth. But this is a blind spot for you. And maybe it is for me, too—the natural man in me keeps questioning it and wondering why it has to be this way. But that’s why we have prophets and apostles—because we can’t trust our own feelings. And they have spoken. Elder Nelson said it was a revelation—”
“Elder Nelson is in apostasy,” Kurt said.
The two brothers looked as if they'd just been bitten by a snake.
But they hadn’t. Kurt was the one who had been bitten, over and over again, and now these two representatives of the priesthood were here to bite him once more in the name of God. And he was tired of it. “Elder Nelson usurped the prophet. Did President Monson tell us this policy change was a revelation? Have any of the other apostles confirmed it? No. It’s unclear if they were all even there to vote on it. And if it is revelation? True revelation? Then he would bring it to the next general conference for a vote of common consent, because our scriptures themselves tell us that a revelation is only true for the whole church and can only bind the whole membership of the church if we have a chance to vote on it. But we haven't had that chance, and there's no sign that he's planning to give us that chance. He thinks he can just say a thing is a revelation and we're all supposed to fall in line? What is that, if it's not apostasy?”
They continued to stare at Kurt. Then, the ward secretary spoke up. “Kurt, don’t make this worse.”
Kurt laughed. “How could something I do possibly make this worse? The bishop sends you out as his goons on Christmas Eve, away from your families, to come to my father’s home and threaten me with excommunication—which, if you actually believe everything Elder Nelson says, will separate me from dad and my mother and Carole and Finn and the rest of my family for all of eternity. Is that the Christmas present you wanted to deliver to my father? Is that your idea of Christlike love? Because it's not what I was taught in Sunday school, and it's not what the scriptures say. And you can keep that letter. I'm not going to come to a disciplinary council held by a bishop in a ward where I don't even live anymore and plead for forgiveness because I refuse to forsake the best gifts that this church has given me: love and grace, charity and forgiveness. Even of this bishop who is trying so hard to make himself my enemy. I feel sorry for him, that this is what he thinks God wants him to do. That he thinks God's love is conditional. That he thinks the love I have for Blaine, one of the greatest gifts God has ever given me, is depraved. That he thinks he has the power to separate me from my family and the people I love in the eternities. It’s so sad, and I pray for him every day that he will stop living in fear. I pray for him, and I love him. But I don’t recognize his authority over me.”
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