#oh also i think the cut is swollen which. is not good

[inkedells]

I have a request if you’re looking for one! Your innocent reader with the plushies has my mind SPINNING. How about Joel making her squirt for the first time? I can just imagine the reader getting all anxious about the sensation she’s feeling and Joel realizing she’s about to squirt. I know he’d talk her through it so good 🥵😩

oh. em. ef. gee. thank you for absolutely blessing me with this request

A/N: sequel to my dbf!joel fic featuring plushies, and now squirting (things get absolutely filthy so consider this your content warning for a joel who's so absolutely obsessed with reader squirting). read the first part to this AU here, but this can also be read as a standalone!

words: ~700

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mdni! | requests open but responses not guaranteed.

Joel sat naked, propped up against your plushies just as you were the other night, his legs splayed out in front of him to make room for you. With the back of your head resting on his chest and your legs intertwining with his, he was rhythmically rubbing your clit as his hard cock subtly grinded against your back.

“You like it when I play with you like this, cupcake?”

Your head thrashing, your hands reached up behind you to find his face and bring it down for you to kiss him. The angle was difficult, but the way it forced the kiss to be nothing more than a sloppy clash of your mouths only made it hotter.

“Wore these stockings just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as Joel’s free hand caressed the lace that hugged your thigh.

“You’re my fuckin’ toy,” Joel rasped, stretching the fabric until it snapped back against your sensitive skin and pulled a whine out of you, “Say it. Say, ‘I'm your toy, Joel.’”

“I’m—fuck—I’m your… I'm your toy.” As Joel continued to rub your swollen clit, an urge began to creep up on you, something you didn’t know how to explain—but you blurted out what you thought it was despite the embarrassment of it all.

“I think I have to pee... oh god.”

Immediately, Joel knew you were about to squirt. But he said nothing, instead playing with you even more strategically.

“Joel, seriously, I’m,” a shaky whine when he let the fingers of the hand which was previously caressing your leg, slip inside your pussy, “I’m not lying, please.”

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, seemingly contemplating something. “Touch yourself.”

“W-What, no, I have to…” You cut yourself off and began to push Joel’s hand away from you in an effort to get up and address what you believed to be “the issue” between your legs. 

Joel immediately pulled you back against him. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

Tears prickling your eyes, you blinked them away before nodding and forcing your tense muscles to relax.

"What are you?"

"I'm your--I'm your good girl."

"Then do what I say. Touch yourself, little girl, let me show you what it's like to fuck my face 'till you're dumb."

Whimpering, you shakily began rubbing circles on your clit. You felt extremely overstimulated, to the point where your legs were vibrating with it. With rapid breaths, you felt Joel slip out from beneath you and place himself with his face between your legs.

His eyes never left yours as he gripped your wrist and pulled your hand away from your pussy before licking a slow, long stripe along your seam. A few more licks, and his fingers were back on your clit, this time moving back and forth rapidly as his own hips fucked your sheets. The tingling feeling only grew more intense, forcing your pent-up energy to manifest into actions, actions like your hands flying to his hair, pulling on it with fervor, your convulsing torso, and the opening and closing motions of your trembling legs.

Joel saw all these signs and took it as his signal to give you your final instruction before he stuck out his tongue.

“In my mouth, fuck, please. Put it in my mouth.”

You didn’t understand what he meant until it was happening.

With your feet planted flat on the bed and your hands shooting to clutch your plushies, your entire body shook with it as clear liquid gushed out of you in pulses, splashing Joel’s tongue and soaking the bottom half of his face. It felt extraordinary, like nothing you had ever felt before, and you knew the pleasure of it all was intensely heightened by Joel’s receptiveness to it; the way he moaned as he drank you down and continued playing with your pussy, eagerly grinding his cock against the mattress, mumbling praises when he could, telling you how good you tasted and returning to finger fucking you in an effort to coax even more out of you.

“Beautiful, god, so beautiful, I need more,” Joel pressured, groaning in frustration when the stream stopped. “F-Fucking give me—give me more.” His mouth closed around your clit and began to suck. As if sensing that you were about to protest his ministrations, he swatted your inner thigh and rasped out in a voice hoarse from arousal, “I’m not stopping until you give me what I want, sweetheart.”

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[frogchiro]

im super curious on which of the men do you think would be more than overjoyed to be tied naked to their bed, legs and arms spread, as reader grinds on his cock through lace panties or as she teases and teases him by letting her wetness drip down his cock to his balls as she rubs her clit over him? or by only putting the tip of his tip inside of her before reader bucks up, leaving his cock high and dry? the man growling, pulling on his restraints and bucking his hips higher and stronger to just get at least the full tip wet to at least feel reader's soaking pussy all around him. so so close to cumming all over her pussy he just needs her touch. desperate and hard whilst reader giggles so sweetly, continuing to moan as she reaches her fifth orgasm on and over him

very VERY unsure if you're comfortable with writing for an ask like this (more dominant female reader, teasing, restraints) so ofc if you're not comfortable, there's absolutely no stress!! much love <333

Oh my jesus nonnie I love you for this ;; I love dominant reader!! Her domming the usually cocky and overly confident big 'n scary military men and bringing them down a peg is my bread and butter. Also putting this under the cut since it turned out to be much longer than I intended ;;

For this one particular scenario I have a few candidates:

König who is this huge, unhinged killer machine, used literally as a human battering ram due to his size and strength and whom people generally tend to avoid due to his 'strange' jittery behavior. His blue eyes crinkle through his mask with boyish joy when he kills, sometimes even letting out an eerily high pitched giggle which off-puts people even more, not to mention he can be a hug dick when it comes to interactions with others; he's either awkward as hell or downright condescending and degrading with his arrogance.

However when it comes to you? The cute new hackergirl KorTac found and dragged in? He's a mess :(( He decided then and there thst he wanted you and would woo you and judging by the awkward fidgeting and shy glances at the older men around you, you'd be easy prey for him...Well until it was him, König, who ended up tied to his bed, moaning and yowling in pain and frustration as you continued to tease him, torture him really as he saw it, with that cute perfect giggle of yours as you continued to slowly jerk his fat cock, cum spurting from his swollen tip and his balls squeezing painfully because they needed to be emptied in the pretty female in front of him :(( It's been so so long, he wanted to claim you but it turned out that it was you who claimed him.

He'd try growling, snarling and even begging for you to please just put the tip inside, please fucking sit down and let him make you feel good but you just giggle at him before moving up and slipping his aching tip from your wet pussy for what felt like the 100th time making poor König whine and buck pathetically up, searching your heat </3

Next one is Simon Riley, but particularly Sleazy Neighbour!Simon. When he finally whined and 'wooed' you enough for you to finally have sex with him for the first time he was over the moon, a nasty smirk on his lips, elated that he finally will get to fuck and claim you all for himself, the first step at making you his wife after all!

What he didn't expect was for you to tie him down with his bulky arms straining against the biding at the headboard, his lengthy cock hard as a rock and leaking on his tummy as you slide your wet cunt all over but not putting it inside :(( It's driving the large male wild!! He was supposed to fuck you into oblivion, make you all whiny and teary, begging him to slow down as he bred you and called you his bitch but as it turned out, it's him who's the bitch now :(

You're having the time of your life, moaning and giggling at the blonde's misery as you slide your pussy against his swollen dick, the copious amount of your slick making the slide much easier and you get first class seat to watch your awful sleazy neighbour get what he deserves for bullying you and not letting him slip inside you <3

The last one is Andrei Nolan and this is something I also discussed with @justadeadreaper on him edging himself and begging you for your permission to cum which I think about expanding on in a different post <3

He both loves and hates this; this feeling of helplessness ad slight humiliation of being such a big and strong man but getting tied down to your shared bed and letting his girl edge him :(( Sounds so pretty toom his normally smooth and deep voice gaining a certain edge to it, deep rumbling moans showing his pleasure and the occasional hitch in his voice and a higher moan indicating that he's close to cumming if the sudden larger amount of sperm leaking from his red dick like a faucet didn't betray him first.

Growls and bares his teeth, gnashing them at your sweet giggle that hides all the evil intentions in your voice, asking him dumb innocent questions like 'Are you close Dyushka? Do you want to cum~?' Of course he fucking wants to cum! He wants to sit you on his fucking cock, slam it deep inside you until he feels your poor cervix and wants to fill you up until you're whining at him and leaking his seed for days but no, instead he's stuck like this, at your mercy as you continue to jerk him off, occasionally in a gesture of cruel mercy you lift yourself up and tease his achy tip at your cunt, rubbing it from your clit down to your hole where you circle it a few times, threatening to slip it in for a few agonizing seconds before letting out a breathy giggle and pulling him out again only to return to edging him with that sweet smile of yours. You're a cruel, cruel woman </3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #whew #this was something #but I love this so much I'm so proud ;; #I hope you like it nonnie and I'm sorry for the wait! #hackergirl!reader #sleazy neighbour!ghost #cod x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #könig x reader #andrei nolan x reader #andrei nolan #andrei nolan cod #andrei nolan call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley cod #simon riley #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty

[popamolly]

I HAVE A REQ FOR VAL

reader will be a one of the employees who works the cameras at the studio, the rumor that she has a huge crush on val gets out and he confronts her.. in the end having a few drinks which loosens her up and makes her confess how much she wants him and val shows her the time of her life 🤗🤗 (bonus points for overstim and degrading/ praise)

៸៸ ﹟CUT THE CAMERAS!

pairing. valentino x fem!reader

warnings. valentino exists, valentino x fem!employee!reader, smut, oneshot, rough sex, degradation/praise (best of both worlds), overstimulation, reader is a bit tipsy, vouyerism (?), Valentino doesn’t get to cum >:)

author’s note. thank you for the idea anon! this is kinda long because i got carried away but i hope you enjoy <3 (I also want to note that i do not condone Valentine’s actions toward Angel in the show) and as always, request are open!

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“Oh no! I’m a bad boy and I need a real hunk daddy to put me in my place!” Angel acted out the script well, his voice clearly blurring the lines of authenticity as you focused the camera on him and the four large demons that surrounded him. The demons were definitely jocks on Earth because they towered over Angel with ease, their swollen cocks in hand dripping with precum, ready to snap the poor spider like a twig, “Yes, daddy! Stuff me full of your cock!”

All you could think about was how lucky you were to be on the opposite side of the camera. You couldn’t even imagine taking someone or something as large as a forearm, not even to mention the girth— and there was four of them. Angel Dust truly was a wonder and you commended him for his bravery. Little did you know that he was under a contract that practically forced him to do the things he was doing. Did he want to be a pornstar? Not really. Did he want to be a druggie? Who’s to say. Hell was definitely that, Hell.

You focused on your job with a sigh. Which was to work your camera to get all the right angles, preferably with Angel’s fucked out face or holes in the shot. The workers behind the camera wouldn’t dare move from their post on set. Everyone was in their respective roles under Valentino’s watchful gaze.

‘Valentino,’ Just his name in your thoughts had your heart beat quickening. Everything about him was so alluring that you couldn’t help but be intrigued by him. You glanced over in his direction which was across the set from you, giving you a good view of the man you’ve had a crush on since the moment you got this job. He sat tall in his directors chair, right leg crossed over his left elegantly to expose his fish net tights and smooth toned legs. The sight alone could make you drool and he wasn’t doing anything else than just sitting there, ‘Fuck, he is so hot’.

But your thoughts were only just that, thoughts. A silly crush that you told yourself you would grow out of eventually.

You blinked out of your thoughts suddenly at the sound of Angel’s pleasurable scream of ecstasy. After a few more cheesy lines exchanged from the script the scene was officially over.

“And scene! Good job everyone, wrap it up!” Your manager claps before walking Valentino over to my camera to look at the still shots I took and a preview of the video. The lights in the studio came on just as the pair came to stand next to you. Your manager nearly shoves you to the side to take credit of the knowledge of videography like you weren’t just the one that stood behind the camera for hours. If anything you should be the one showcasing your work to Valentino and present him all the best stills you took during the scene— it was your work after all. But atlas you were nothing more than a lowly employee that can’t even draw the attention of the Boss.

“We will delete these as the light is a bit off and to the left, not really highlighting Angel,” Your manager clicked an arrow to scroll through the picture, “Whoever was on light duty needs to be fired.”

“Just trash the ones we can’t use,” Valentino lets out a puff of pink smoke in annoyance, “I only want the best shots of Angel.”

You looked toward the screen, speaking before actually thinking, “Well if you adjust the lighting and contrast on the photos it should be salvageable.”

“Excuse me?” Your manager glares at you, “You aren’t a professional. Your job is to hold a camera, that is it—!”

Valentino covers your managers mouth with one of his four hands before tilting his head at you in curiosity, “You can fix the photos, darling?”

You nearly jump out of your skin with excitement. Valentino was talking to you— actually talking to you and looking in your direction. All you could do was nod at his question before turning toward the computer that was next to the camera, fixing the problem in less than five minutes and presenting the stills to Valentino in anticipation.

Valentino looks them over with a grin, “Perfect, caro. You just potentially saved me thousands of dollars.” Now that he was standing in front you the tall moth man had a chance to take a good look at you. A wicked smile on his face as he had countless of thoughts in his head on just how he could use that perfect body of yours. Something about you had him twitching in want and it wasn’t like Valentino ignore his urges.

Valentino outstretched his arm to extend his body down to be able to take your hand in one of his, his lips brushing against your knuckles gently in a sweet affectionate kiss that had you swooning, “Follow me to my office? I wish to discuss something with you.”

“Oh—I—Um—Okay!” You agreed, stumbling over your words as you tried to ignore the feeling of your manager burning a hole into your head. Without complaint you follow Valentino up some steps and into his large office that just so happened to have a king size bed conveniently placed in the middle of the room, “Did I do something wrong, Valentino?”

“Nonsense! Quite the opposite,” Valentino gestures you to sit on one of his gaudy plush animal print chairs as he walks over to his alcohol table to pour you and himself a drink, “You captured my attention for the time being, how lucky for you, principessa.”

“I-I guess so,“ You gladly take the wine glass Valentino offers you, gliding your fingertips along the rim nervously. Your heart was pounding so much you felt as if it would burst out your chest. Now that you were prey under his gaze you felt as though he would pounce on you at any moment. And the crazy part was that you’d let him. You would let him do every dirty deed to you in the book if he wanted.

To calm your nerves you quickly downed your first glass of wine before letting Valentino offer you another glass. And then another. It wasn’t long before your head was spinning slightly from the buzz the alcohol gave you due to your lightweight nature. It for sure made this interaction easier and even loosened your tongue.

“Can I be honest with you?” You at least still had a clear mind to confess what has been on your mind for weeks now. It was now or never right? “I secretly hoped for this… for you to notice me.”

“Oh?” Valentino raised his eyebrow teasingly, “How naughty of you.”

“Naughty or not..” You sat on the edge of your chair, your knees brushing up against his, “You’re an inspiration Val, truly. I admire you and the work that you do.”

Valentino smiles wide, his gold tooth shining in the light, before taking a small sip of his wine before setting down the glass on a side table. You were giving him such an ego boost that he was starting to like you more and more.

“(Y/N), was it? What a pretty name,” Valentino wasn’t fooled by your innocent persona. If anything, he knew you were the exact opposite. He never breathed down any of his employees necks but he always did an intense research on them and of course nothing happened on his side of Pride Ring without him knowing. Every conversation you had with your fellow coworkers was something he heard about verbatim. This little crush you had on him was flattering to say the least and Valentino wanted to see how far you would take your feelings for him, “Have you ever thought about being in front of the camera instead of behind it? I could make you a star, sweetheart.”

That being said he was good at reading people, and it was quite clear that you were shrinking under his gaze. But it wasn’t from fear— no, it was from something more sensual. Valentino couldn’t help but smirk at you and think how turned on you were and how you did such a terrible job of hiding it.

“Really?” You looked up to meet Valentino’s gaze with such hopeful and naive eyes that your boss felt his cock twitch, “I’m not very photogenic…”

“Oh mio caro, that is an easy fix,” Valentino brought his finger under your glass to slowly tip it up, forcing you to finish your drink down to the last drop. Once you were finished he delicately takes the glass from your hands and sets it aside, “All you have to do it just find a perfect angle that suits you just right.”

With your mind slightly a buzz, you lookedup at Valentino’s looming figure with a soft look, “Valentino—”

“Show me, darling.” Valentino clicks his tongue, fluffing the fur around his neck collar as his heart shaped glasses fell to the bridge of his nose, “Show me how you touch yourself and I promise to find that perfect angle for you.”

With that you are gently pushed down onto the bed, Valentino’s soft hands gliding along your inner thigh before spreading your legs apart, which in turn raises your skirt you were wearing to your waist. A pleased hum falling from his lips as he noticed your pink colored thong you were wearing that had a wet patch beginning to form right in the middle.

“I-I have never..don’t this before,” You admit, “In front of a camera I mean.”

“Oh my darling, there will be no camera, just us.” Valentino took a long drag from his cigarette, “I can find your perfect angle through my eyes alone. Now..show me.”

You got comfortable on the bed, trying to relax your mind and invision yourself in the comfort of your own home. You felt so small under Valentino’s gaze and it caused nothing but a pleasurable shiver to go down your spine as you removed your panties which Valentino was quick to take from your hands so he could sniff them with a deep inhale.

“So obedient,” Valentino smirks at the whimpers that left your lips, eyes fixed on the way your fingers messily rubbed over your clit, “Aren’t you, principessa?”

You nod wordlessly, so caught up in chasing your orgasm, you didn’t even notice Valentino sauntering closer to you. Your fingers began to move faster and faster before they’re pulled away from you suddenly, a whine leaving your lips from your denied orgasm. “You’ll cum when I say slut,” Valentino orders, his fingers rubbing through your soaked pussy at an agonizingly slow pace. You gasp, hips rising for more contact.

“Patience, darling, is a virtue.” You bit down on your bottom lip at Valentino’s words, “You’re so wet for me, i just want to make a mess of you.”

A light moan leaves your lips when you feel the tips of his fingers dip into your needy cunt. You don’t even get a chance to respond before his lips are pressed roughly onto yours, his tongue instantly invading your mouth, your moans now muffled as his fingers continued to skillfully move against your aching pussy. Valentino bites your lip, tugging on the flesh before plunging his fingers back into you, your back arching off the bed at the pleasure.

“V-Valentino! F-Fuck..!”

“Such a good girl for being so patient,” His praises only turn you on even more, if all was possible. “A dirty, fucking girl who wants nothing more than to cum, hm? i feel you tightening around my fingers mio caro.” Valentino is amused by the way your pussy sucks his fingers in with every thrust, “Oh you have such a pretty pussy.”

You whine from the way his thumb ghosts over your clit, “P-Please!”

“Please what, darling? Use that pretty voice of yours hm?”

“P-Please…can I cum?”

Valentino chuckles darkly, thumb rubbing your clit roughly as his fingers continue to pump in and out of you in a fast pace, “Cum for me slut.” You clench your eyes shut from the pleasure, loud, sultry moans leaving your lips with each pump of his fingers. You feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, your walls clenching around his digits desperately.

“Ah—! Fuck!” You’re too caught up in finally catching your orgasm. That intense wave crashing over you, leaving your fluttering hole clenching around Valentino’s slender fingers as he continued to pistol them in and out of you at fast pace so you could ride out your mindboggling orgasm.

“There it is! Good fucking girl,” Valentino positions himself between your legs, placing hot kisses onto your neck as your body continues to writhe beneath him, your back arches from the feeling of his tip rubbing between your sensitive folds, a whimper falling from your lips from the overstimulation you felt, “Oh I am not finished with you yet.”

“W-wait! Val—!” You nearly cry out when he pushes himself into you roughly.

“Shhhh,” Valentino’s fingers curl around your throat, his mouth lowering to your ear as his other two hands pin your legs to your chest, putting you in a deep folding press that allowed him to go impossibly deeper, “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. Look how this slutty hole takes my cock with ease.”

His thrusts start off slow and deep, each thrust nearing you to yet another orgasm. Everything about him was starting to become addicting. You wanted it all, his touch, his breath, his tongue— you wanted him to use you like his own personal fuck toy. You try to move your hips to match his thrusts, only for his grip to tighten around your throat, a low growl leaving his lips.

“You’re a natural at this, aren’t you dear? You want to get fucked like a slut that bad huh?” Tears began to escape your eyes as Valentino begins to pick up the pace, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust. The overstimulation was too much and you couldn’t help but cry from the overwhelming pleasure, “Look at you, such a perfect whore for me.”

You wrap your hands around his wrist to leverage yourself, his grip around your throat nearly sending you over the edge. You felt the sudden desperate need to cum again and you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Valentino groans from the feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick sporadically, “You going to cum again for me, mio caro? Fucking do it.” He licks his lips at the sight of your tear stained face contorted with pleasure, bringing down his free hand to circle around your clit roughly, your loud moans bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room, “Do it, slut.”

You release the moment the words left his mouth, Valentino’s thrust coming to a halt as his fingers continue to make a mess of your clit, the clear liquid squirting all over your legs and his pelvis.

Fuck, did he love this. You were falling right into his hands like a moth to a flame and he planned on using that against you. Your naivety and love for him was going to be your downfall and he would be right there with sweet words to guide your hand into signing your soul to him. You would be another star in the making, another flower ready to bloom under the sparkling light. And Valentino couldn’t wait to use that to his advantage.

“That’s my good little whore,” He didn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath before moving his hips once again, “Now you’re going get that slutty pussy to squirt for me again.”

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[sporadicthingcollection]

Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati! (Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: In which a stork arrives early, Buggy has a rough day, and you get what you deserve. Pairing: Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Clean. Word Count: ~1.5k. Warnings: Pregnancy, childbirth, exploitation of a Devil Fruit power. A/N: good news is that i'm not ovulating anymore bad news is that i got a mental image in my head that wouldn't go away so i'm subjecting you guys to it too. also, this buggy has more of the anime version in him, so just a heads up!

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It was a power move, plain and simple. Boa Hancock, Warlord of the Sea, refusing to negotiate with anyone away from Amazon Lily. And Buggy, having drawn the short straw, gets ordered under threat of revocation of his title to go do it.

So not only does he have to brave Sea Kings in the Calm Belt, he doesn't even get to go ashore when he gets there. No, he has to send the female crew to deal with it.

And, to make matters worse, you insisted upon going with them. You, with swollen ankles and an aching back. You, waddling around and damn near ready to pop. You, eight and half months pregnant with not just any child, but his child.

How could you be so callous and cruel to him like this? Where do you get off on tormenting him with the knowledge that, if something happens, he won’t be able to get to you? It’s pure sadism is what it is, and he’s wearing a rut in the deck trying to get his mind off of it.

A distant scream splits the air.

Your scream.

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Nine months. Babies come out at nine months. That's how it's always been, that’s how it always will be.

So then why, oh why, does this little asshole decide to pop out at eight and a half?

A wave of pain wracks you. You double over in your chair.

You suppose you're lucky. You’re in a palace in a private room with a bed, a tub of warm water, anything you could possibly need. The midwife, Cassandra, has gentle hands and comforting words. Dozens of women show up to fuss over you and encourage you, a number of them mothers themselves. Dahlia brings food, Gloriosa sings songs, Marguerite and Sandersonia hold your hands when the contractions get worse.

Even the Pirate Empress herself pays the occasional visit, albeit under the excuse to scold you for making a ridiculous amount of noise. But she always lingers with a curious gaze, and commands that more bedding be brought or that “I must be prepared for when I bear the child of my beloved,” whatever the hell that means.

Too bad they don’t have any morphine.

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The only thing stopping Buggy from collapsing into a million parts is that he has completely locked up. He cannot move his head, his fingers, his eyes, everything is frozen stiff.

Fortunately for him, Galdino asks the question for him. “She’s what?” 

“I just told you: in labor.” Alvida is way too calm. She dusts her coat, adjusts her hat, buffs out a scuff on her fingernails. “Her water broke right in the middle of the discussion. Three hours of political maneuvering, wasted.”

“I think we got it sorted, though.” The strongwoman shakes her head. “Poor gal. Of all the dumb luck.”

Another scream rips the air. Everyone flinches.

It cuts through Buggy like a knife through... well, himself. He gets his senses back and only one thing consumes his mind.

He vaults over the side of the ship. Kuja laws be damned, he needs to get to you, even if he has to swim for it. Before you get hurt. Or killed. Or worse.

He only realizes the mistake he’s made when he hits the water.

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You blink in disbelief. “It’s what?”

“Upside-down,” Cassandra says. She adjusts her glasses. “If my intuition is correct, it’s coming out rear end first.”

Breech birth. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. Your grandmother was a breech, your mother was a breech, your niece was a breech... Breeches all the way down in your family.

And, considering its father, of course the little fucker’s an acrobat.

You groan and fall backwards. Part of you is glad he’s not here. You’d strangle him. The other part wishes he was here. So you could strangle him. And rip his balls off. Hell, you might just do that anyways. DIY orchiectomy.

A contraction wracks you and you yelp.

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What do you do with a distraught sailor, when the sun is highest?

Hold him back from swimming to the island. He’ll kick and thrash and escape all three of the strongmen and throw himself overboard and Cabaji will have to jump in and fish him out.

What do you do with a distraught sailor, early in the evening?

Lock him up in a cage with Richie. He’ll cut himself to ribbons and slip through the bars and sneak past everyone on deck and throw himself overboard and Cabaji, having just finally gotten himself into dry clothes, will have to take another dip.

What do you do with a distraught sailor, at the witching hour?

Clamp him to the mast with Seastone handcuffs. He’ll pick up a nail on deck and pick the lock and outrun everyone trying to catch him and throw himself overboard and Cabaji will make Mohji jump in this time because he’s getting really sick of this bullshit.

What do you do with a distraught sailor, early in the morning?

Hack off his hands and arms and noggin, throw the Seastone cuffs on his ankles, tie his torso to the mast, stuff his own bandanna in his mouth, then post up guards.

Even gagged, Buggy’s screams rival yours.

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Just when you’re ready to give up the ghost and will yourself into unconscious bliss, you feel it. Something gives. Then something else. With one mighty push, one mighty curse, and one mighty splat, your child is born.

The baby howls like a beast. You suppose you’d be screaming too if you were covered in shit and viscera and had a full head of hair.

You want to hold it. You need to hold it. "Give-- Gimme it," you sputter.

Cassandra, hands it to you. "A boy," she says.

You’re ashamed to be a little disappointed. Based on the talk, you were hoping for a girl. But it all fades as you hold him in your arms and bring him to your chest, overwhelmed by a tide of hormones and emotion.

He’s a little funny-looking, with his pink skin and little stretched face and his legs at weird angles. But he’s here. A baby. Your baby. Buggy’s baby.

You start to sob.

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Buggy is once again frozen stiff. He wants nothing more than to help you back aboard, hold your hand as you step over the railing, and escort you to his cabin. It would be the absolute least he could do.

But no. He’s stuck up here on the quarterdeck, doing even less than that. He watches as you make your way up the stairs, clutching a bundle wrapped in a floral-patterned blanket. Dark circles ring your eyes and your gait is stiff and exhausted.

Say something. Anything. “You look like hell,” he says. Goddammit.

Fortunately for him, you huff in amusement. “I’ve certainly been through hell.” You stand closer and angle the bundle towards him. “Wanna see what I found there?”

His hand hovers over the corner of the blanket. What if it’s dead? What if it’s got a dog’s face? What if its hair is red? What if it’s got its father’s--?

“Just look, Buggy,” you scold.

He swallows. He pulls back the corner.

Nestled in the blankets, blinking in the light, is a miniature you. A head full of thick dark hair, already starting to curl at the ends. Dark eyes, peering at him the same way you do. And, right in the middle of its chubby little face, your delicately curved nose.

Heat fills his belly with smoke. He recognizes this emotion. It’s the same one as when he sees someone waving around a treasure map. When he spies a chest overflowing with gold. When he first laid eyes on you.

He can hardly hear his own voice. “She’s gorgeous.”

“He,” you say. Buggy looks at you. You smile. “He’s a boy.”

A boy. A boy. His boy. Your boy. He has a son. You gave him a son.

The smoke catches fire and sets his whole body alight. He snatches the baby -- his son! -- from your arms and holds him -- his son! -- up high, presenting him -- his son! -- to the assembled crew like a boxer holding up a champion belt.

He shouts, bellows, screams for the whole world to hear: “I have a son!”

A cacophony of cheers goes up from every man and woman on the deck and, for a few moments, everything is right in the world. Mohji throws his arms around Cabaji. The strongwoman picks up Galdino and spins him around. Alvida smiles as she leans against her mace. Richie roars. Even the Kuja who escorted you back whoop.

Wait a damn minute. You did all the work. You made his son. You pushed him out. All he did was be in the right place at the right time with a bad pullout game.

He places the baby back in your arms and sweeps you into his own, separating his trunk from his legs to raise you up even higher. He wants to shout something eloquent, an ode to your strength and beauty, a paean to your power, a declaration that you are the greatest treasure he’s ever stolen.

But all that comes out, through snot and tears that he didn’t even realize were flowing, is a garbled, blubbered, “I love this woman!”

The cheers only grow, joined by your clattery laughter.

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[s0dium]

Muscle Up

Gym bro! Gojo x F!Reader

A/n: Based on this new figurine of gojo that came out and ZOO WEE MAMA thats hot T_T also here u go @nkogneatho

Warnings: Public sex, toxic masculinity, dumbfication

He knows you're staring at him.

Well of course you are, most people find it hard to take their eyes off of him. At this point its like a game to him, how many times he can make you blush; from lifting the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his sweat, exposing his abs. To letting the water from his bottle slip past his lips and dribble down his skin.

And though you think he doesn't, Gojo Satoru notices everything about you as well, like the way you bite your lip as you watch him lift weights or how the tips of your ear turn bright red when he runs his hands through his white hair.

Of course, you're ever only there to pick up some kid from their swim class, which is why you'd never make the first move, and never, ever in your wildest dreams think about doing anything more than watching from afar.

Which is why you're so damn confused on how you ended up here; legs spread sitting against one of those weight benches while Gojo thrusts himself into you at a dizzying speed.

Its all so disorienting how you got here. Something about leaving your keys then coming back to an empty gym with only Gojo there. Flirty words led to fleeting touches, which led to sloppy kisses and discarding of clothes.

"Knew we'd have so much fun together princess." He says with a groan, snapping you out of your trance.

You had no doubts that Gojo would be big, you'd seen the outline in his grey sweat pants before. but this definitely exceeded your expectations. His cock pulsed inside of your silky walls, stretching you to the fullest capacity every time he bottomed out inside your warm walls.

You had no strength to answer him, you where only able to focus on the bolts of electricity the coursed through your body every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix. The muscles in your legs tightened with every thrust making them tremble as your toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure. Juices spilled from your cunt, dripping down your ass and staining the bench.

"m'too much m'too good" You babble out, drool slipping past the side of your mouth and onto your cheek. Every time his hips meet yours, his fat cock pushes against your g-spot deliciously and the angle causes his pelvic bone to grind against your swollen clit, pushing you towards a release. Your gripping him so tight the fat of his head is having a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunt is being.

"Know you can take it, come on, cum for me"

Your pussy fluttered at those words and your stomach dipped and for a brief second its like you're in free fall until a final wave of pleasure crashes into you. Your body seizes up and your mouth falls open as your thrown into a toe curling orgasm.

"Oh fuh-"  Gojo cuts off with a breathy groan of his own, pressing him self flush against your cunt and shooting thick white ropes of his cum into your swollen n wanting womb.

“t-thank you! thank you-thank you!” you whimper, brain dumb, skin buzzing and trembling and twitching under him.

A/n: I cant think of an ending

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[celabi]

ok i know you usually write scara with a dick, but hear me out: trans scara!

trans scara who, at first, is fucking pissed. at one point, he was rather grateful to have a pussy; after all, you can't really tell when he's turned on, can you? you'd just be sitting next to him, so close that the sides of your thighs would be pressed against each other, and you'd have no clue how much he was pulsating down there, how his clit throbbed for any stimulation. a blessing in disguise, one could say. he could sit there and fantasize about you, and you'd never know. but then one thing leads to another, and suddenly he has this thought: surely his pussy can't satisfy you, right? surely, you'd want a real dick that can actually go inside you and stuff, right? not to mention that h can't exactly "claim" you the way he thinks he should. suddenly, an even worse thought hits him: what if you don't like... y'know... pussy? he resolves pretty quickly that he will simply never tell you, even if his sexual frustration kills him (which it pretty much does). maybe cut to some time later, y'all are making out and your hand reaches down to touch him down there when he suddenly pulls away. you immediately apologize, thinking you overstepped a boundary, but he's a pathetic little man, so he probably bursts into tears when he admits that he doesn't have a dick. this is the last thing he wanted to tell you, and now you're going to-- you outright tell him that you'd still have sex with him if he had a pussy and he's like. Huh. Wish I Knew That. honestly, more reason to be obsessed with you--a goddess who cares not for genitalia? you're literally perfect! (also, it relieves him because it makes him feel less bad about stealing your vibrator and using it on himself that one time. oh, and that you still see him as a man. more so the former, though.)

of course, he still feels shitty about it, though; he's more than willing to eat you out and finger you, but surely you'd want something more substantial than that, right? despite your reassurances, it's something that weighs on him because it interferes with his idea of being perfect for you. so naturally, you take matters into your own hands:

you trib the everlasting hell out of him. he has no idea how long you've both been at this, him laying on his back, one of his legs hooked over your shoulder as you grind your swollen clits together, the bed creaking from how fast you're going. you're completely and utterly ravishing him, and he can barely handle it anymore--he swears he's cum like 3 or 4 times by now, and tears have long since started falling from his eyes, the overstimulation breaking his moans, fingers clenching the soaked bedsheets for dear life. yet he can't force himself to stop you when your grip his thigh so tightly, practically burrowing your face into it at some points (which is so cute to him, but it's not as if he can really think rationally right now) as you chase your own high; he'll take it, he thinks desperately, he'll be good, he'll take it all for you, take as much as you want from me please--he can't suppress the wail that leaves him when you cum again, and he shudders at the sensation of your juices coating his pussy and thighs, mixing with his own and dripping onto the bedsheets (a concoction he'll secretly collect later--what's better than the evidence of both you and him?). distantly, he revels at the notion of your pussy being covered in his essence and his pussy being covered in your essence--and suddenly the thought that he did this, that his clit made you feel so good like this... well, the thought brings him to cum again.

when you're finally satisfied, it's no surprise that he's an utter mess; drool and tears still wet his face, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, and the mess that coated his thighs practically gleamed in the light. sure, you were messy down there too, but he'd taken most of it. and the puddle below him... not to mention that he's still a little bit dumbed out from how hard you fucked him. with the way he still pants and capacity to only form small, broken sentences, it's more than clear that for once, he needs the aftercare tonight.

(sorry for the long ask! i had a brain worm. your scummy!scara is a pathetic wet paper bag of a man /pos and it makes me want nothing more than to trib the shit out of him. also, can i be 🪐 anon?)

Hooo boy, I had to put my phone down for a sec and take a walk. This is??? So??? Beautiful??? He’s so?? Cute?? I love him good lord, you wrote this so well.

I’m just,, trans!scara is so!:&:!:$$:!

I think you’ve already summed it all up, but just,, the thought of scissoring scummy scara on his bed while he whimpers out his pathetic moans, gripping onto the sheets and trying to muster up all his energy to hump you back 😭 😭😭🫣😭😭😭

Omfg 🪐 welcome, sorry this is so short,, it’s just that I’m a loss for words, you’ve etched this into my brain and I can’t think properly. Thank you do sending this, maybe I’ll write something about trans!scara in the future 👀🫶

#🪐 anon #scummy scara :(

[noellawrites]

Hands to Myself - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

summary: Sonny takes advantage of you on an undercover job while you’re posing as a stripper.

warnings: noncon/rape, physical restraint, very little plot mostly smut

“Jesus, I haven’t worn this thing since college,” you grumbled, adjusting your skin-tight dress that barely covered your thighs.

“I think it looks great on you, (y/l/n),” Fin said, laughing as you swatted his arm.

“Let’s go over the plan. Detective (y/l/n), you will be posing as a dancer and Carisi, you’ll be inside as a customer. You two will listen in on other conversations while Fin is inside talking to the employees. There are mics installed under each table, and you can reach down and push the red button if you need us to send backup. Got it?” Olivia explained.

You were the first to leave the equipment-filled van and head to the back door, where you entered with some other dancers. You got ready next to Valentina, your “trainer” who was also in on the plan, earning a few confused looks from the other girls.

“You ready to go out there and do some lap dances?” Valentina asked you as you finished lacing up your tall boots.

“Uh, sure.”

When you entered the main room, you were shocked to see that you had more clothes on than most other dancers. A few girls had only small stickers covering their nipples.

You spotted Sonny almost right away, breathing out a sigh of relief. At least you didn’t have to dance on any strangers tonight.

“Hey there, doll. C’mon ova,” Sonny said, giving you a sly smirk.

“Care for a dance?” you purred, leaning in and giving Sonny a smooch on his cheek.

“You know I do,” he said, grabbing your thighs and pulling you onto his lap quite aggressively. You almost fell backwards before Sonny grabbed your back with his large hands.

The two of you faced each other. You smiled for half a second before feeling Sonny thrust his pelvis up into you, his hard cock rubbing against your slit.

You gasped, but Sonny clamped his hand over your mouth to cut you off. “Shhh, baby. Ya gotta be quiet for me.”

Sonny snaked his hand down into your underwear, pulling them aside and sliding two long fingers into your vagina.

You looked around in panic, but Fin was leaning against the bar paying no attention to you and Sonny. The table was too far from your reach to press the button for help. There was nothing you could do.

You tried to stand up, but Sonny grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him. His lips met yours and he immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he fingered you.

“S-stop!” you tried to say, but Sonny’s mouth drowned out your words.

You could feel the tension building up in your core, which Sonny detected and pulled his fingers out of you. He covertly unzipped his pants, which no one could see thanks to your lap covering him.

He pulled his hard, swollen cock out of his boxers and forced you down onto him once again as he thrust inside of you.

“O-oh my god!” you moaned, writhing in Sonny’s arms with pain and pleasure. His penis filled every inch of you, a sensation you had never felt before. Sonny was much too big and fully hard.

He gritted his teeth as he rocked into you. There was no warning as he spilled his seed inside, the head of his penis nudging at your cervix.

“Oh yeah, you were so good for me doll,” Sonny moaned into your ear as he put his cock back in his pants and moved your underwear back over your vagina.

“We should do that again sometime,” he suggested, grinning at you still in his lap. You were his, and you were perfect.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu x reader #dominick carisi x reader #sonny carisi imagine #yandere sonny carisi #yandere law and order svu #dark law and order svu #carisi x reader #law and order x reader

[murdock-barnes]

Hello! May I Please Request A Smut Where Reader And Matt Are Making Out And He Accidentally Cums In His Pants? Thank You

Needy

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word count: 575

A/N: Soooooo sorry that I couldn't be active here for a good while. I was really busy and ngl depressed. However, I realized that not writing also made me sad, and wanted to get back on the train. Sorry, this was a bit short :(

You were surprised when Matt's lips found yours as soon as he stepped into the house. You could barely close the door before he pressed you against it, trapping you between the door and himself.

You broke the kiss "Hello?"

He kept on kissing you, his hips meeting with yours "Missed you so much, sweetheart."

You giggled into his mouth before his tongue drifted into your mouth. You let out an involuntary moan with the intrusion. His kiss was hot and needy. You pulled away to catch your breath.

"Thought about you the whole damn day," he breathed out.

You noticed a deep frown on his face and his eyes were glassy. You knew what this was. Matt had a rough day at work. Whenever it happened, he would come running into your arms because you were his safe haven.

Matt needed you terribly so he leaned in and peppered kisses along your jaw, biting slightly. You closed your eyes as his bites and kisses combined with his bated breath found their way into your core. It was so easy for him to turn you on.

Your hands found his chest and slightly pushed. He tilted his head like a puppy with confusion. However, when you took his hand and lead him into the living room, it disappeared. You hastily stripped off his jacket and untied his tie. When you pushed him down onto the sofa hard, he couldn't help but release the air in his lungs.

He loved this domineering side of you, bossing him around, showing him his place. You slowly straddled him and lined his cock which is very visible through his pants with your wet core. You needed him as much as he needed you.

You leaned in, catching his lips in a depraved kiss as he placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found their way to his hair and tugged at his roots. The deep moan that left him was quickly swallowed by you. It was impossible not to notice the way Matt's body tensed suddenly. His hands were now gripping your ass tightly and you kept kissing him, meeting every stroke of his tongue and occasionally sucking on it.

A throaty, loud moan came out of him as his firm grip on your ass pulled you down on his cock. You felt a wetness apart from your own. Your lips separated and you took in the view in front of you. The furrow of his brows was because of a different reason now. His face was flushed with swollen lips and closed eyes. You looked down seeing the wetness in front of his pants. You couldn't help but smile in adoration. Your Matty was so needy and desperate that he came in his pants like some randy teenager by just kissing.

His eyes slowly opened focusing on the usual nothingness. He took in a shaky breath. "Sorry, I-"

"It's okay, Matty." You kissed his nose and cheek. "I love knowing that I have such a powerful effect on you."

He smiled as you giggled but your delight was cut short when he suddenly got up. His grip on your ass held you in place but you wrapped your legs around him in sudden fear.

"Oh my God!"

"You didn't think I was gonna leave my girl unsatisfied now, did you?"

He kissed you slowly and intimately while he carried you into the bedroom where your fun will just begin.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fluff #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock #marvel imagine #matt murdock fanfiction #daredevil #fanfiction #daredevil x reader

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

Friendly Sex - Chapter 3 - Rewards & Curfews

Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Summary - Eddie makes good on his promise.

A/N - This chapter is 99% smut, with 1% plot at the very end, like it's filthy so I hope you don't think less of me. Reader has a Dad who I have semi modelled off of Mr Stratford from 10 Things I Hate About You, but we'll have more on him later.

I also just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who has interacted with this story so far, it really does mean a lot.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, oral sex (f & m receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut.

Updated version posted 02/04/23

Tag list: @avalon-wolf

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Eddie hoists you into the back of the van, your giggling smothered by his heated kisses. "Lay down for me sweetheart."

You raise an eyebrow looking at the scuffed and dirty baseboards which made up the floor.

"Such a spoiled brat." He huffs with a laugh, shucking his cut and jacket off, placing them down like a blanket, you perch daintily careful not to sit on any of his pin badges, watching in anticipation as he slams the van doors shut.

Eddie on his knees was some sight to see, you lean forward, pulling him to you by the hem of his well worn Hellfire Club t-shirt. Eddie was, in your opinion, an extremely good kisser; his full lips plush and soft against yours, tongue swiping gently for access. You would have been happy to make out with him in the back of the van for hours, but Eddie has other ideas.

  "I wanna see that pretty cunt of yours properly princess." He growls, unbuttoning your skirt roughly pulling it down along with your panties, throwing them somewhere towards the front seat of the van. You made to reach down to unzip your knee highs but he batted your hands away. "Boots stay on sweetheart." He says with a devastating wink., 

All you can do is lay there breathing heavily as he licks, kisses and nips his way up from your knees to your inner thighs, hands keeping your legs apart, murmuring filthy praises against your heated skin.

You thought he would move straight onto eating you out, but instead he pushes your top up slightly, kissing across your stomach. You could feel him smiling against you as he drifted over a ticklish spot, doing it again so your muscles jumped. He makes a tiny nipping trail back down your naval, placing butterfly kisses on your mound just above the patch of neatly trimmed downy hair.

"Oh baby, you are so fucking wet and I've barely touched you." He taunts you softly, hovering above your needy pussy, his breath teasing your clit as he laughs, keeping your hips still with his large hands.

  "Eddie, please." You whine, running a desperate hand through his mess of curls trying to pull him closer.

"What's the matter sweetheart, tell me what you need?" He asks in mock concern, his Cheshire cat grin growing wider.

"I need your tongue." You beg, considering writing an amendment in the pact that stated Eddie couldn't tease you like this every damn time.

"Need my tongue where?" His tone is the epitome of innocence, brown eyes wide as saucers, like he’s gunning for an Academy Award.

"Jesus, Eddie, are you really going to make me give you explicit instructions?" You groan, trying to press your hips up but he has you royally pinned down with a strength that surprised you. He doesn’t answer, brown eyes staring up at you, goading you silently as he sucks another hickey onto your hip bone.

"Eddie, will you please fuck my cunt with your mouth?" You plead, wanting to cry.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises, finally swiping a long languid lick through your folds to your clit. 

If Eddie was a good kisser it was nothing compared to this, his tongue lapping at you like a condemned man presented with his last meal, you pull his hair and that only spurs him on switching from suckling your swollen clit, to tongue fucking you and back again. 

"Oh fuck!" You cry out wantonly, not caring that you sound like a porn star from the adult section of Family Video, Eddie doesn’t seem to care either moaning against you in such a way the vibrations have you seeing stars.

  "Wanna ride my fingers Princess?" He pants, chin glistening obscenely from your wetness, coming up to kiss you deeply.

“Please.” You breathe, catching his mouth in another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He slips two fingers into your cunt with ease, scissoring rapidly.

“God, sweetheart, this pussy.” He groans, diving back in flickering his tongue against your clit.

“Think you can take another one of my fingers? Hmm? You take three fingers in your sweet little pussy and I'll make you cum? Give you another reward for being such a good little slut?” He asks, holding your free hand with his, anchoring you both.

"Please…" You hiccup weakly, you can hear how wet you are, feel it dripping down your slit to your ass, crying out as you feel the third finger enter your throbbing pussy, with an obscene squelch. Eddie stretches you wide, his fingers pressing insistently inside you seeking out the spot you could never reach yourself, his tongue focusing intensely on your clit. You prop yourself up on your elbows, the scene is utter debauchery, Eddie has a look of pure bliss on his face, like your pussy is the most delicious thing in the world.

Placing both hands on the back of his head, you ride his tongue and fingers with abandon, Eddie lets out a guttural groan, you can see by the way he’s pressing his hips to the floor, that he is chasing his own release in whatever form of friction he can find.

  The speed of his fingers increased, pumping you deeply, crooking them upwards and you feel your walls clamping hard, your orgasm shooting through you like lightning, violent to the point of pain.

"Fuck!" You yelp, thinking it was finished but Eddie only retracts his fingers to replace them with his tongue, licking as deeply as he can go, thoroughly fucking you with the wet muscle, lapping up your cream. 

"Ed's it's too much." You cry out, trying to push him away as you quickly become oversensitive, burning with continuous pleasure.

"I can't stop baby, you taste so good, gonna make me cum in my pants." He whines against your cunt, and you feel your pussy clench hard again around his exploring tongue at the thought.

"Eddie, come here, please." You beg, suddenly desperate to feel his heavy cock in your mouth, finally able to push him off, you sit up tugging frantically at his belt, Eddie catches on quickly leaning back on his calves trying to help you with shaky hands.

"Sweetheart, shit." He gasps as you pull his length free, the head swollen, bright red and leaking heavily with pre-cum. You waste no time taking him into your mouth, tongue lapping up the salty liquid, sucking him deep to the back of your throat, bobbing rhythmically. 

Eddie whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, if you had been standing it would have made your knees weak, his hands tangling in your hair.

"Baby, fuck, so good, oh my god. I'm gonna- fuck I'm gonna cum princess." He chokes out with something akin to a sob, making to pull you off, but you take him deeper, eyes watering as you gag; feeling several spurts of hot cum hit the back of your throat swallowing it all with a moan.

  Eddie pulls you off him with a wanton grunt, smashing your lips together in a messy kiss, tasting each other. You didn't realise how much you are trembling until you break apart for air, feeling dizzy as Eddie presses his forehead to yours, hands rubbing at your arms reassuringly.

"You ok sweetheart?" He asks quietly.

"I think so." You laugh shakily, trying to catch your breath. "You are really good at that." 

Eddie flushes a deeper shade of pink all the way up to his ears.

"Yeah ditto princess." He grins bashfully, both still kneeling, the surrounding air feeling oddly charged, you suppress a shiver suddenly aware of your lack of clothing from the waist down.

"Um Eddie, where are my clothes?" You ask awkwardly; feeling strangely exposed now the heat of the moment has faded.

"Oh, uh - here." He leans into the cab retrieving your panties and skirt.

You mutter a small "thanks" as he hands them to you, pulling your panties back up you register the time on your watch, 23:47 glaring up at you.

  "Shit!" You shriek loudly, forcing your skirt back up with renewed vigour, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"What? What is it?" Eddie yelps, yanking his boxers up, eyes darting about in panic clearly expecting to see something nasty like a cockroach.

"Oh my god Eddie, my curfew is at midnight. If I'm not home in exactly 13 minutes my Dad will kill me!" You cry clambering into the front of the van, he jumps up to follow you smacking the crown of his head on the roof.

"Ow! Fuck! JESUS! Why didn't you say you had a curfew?!" Eddie shouts frantically, his jeans still around his knees as he climbs into the cab, clumsily falling into the driver's seat. 

"I lost track of time, this wasn't exactly how I planned to spend the night!" You yell back.

"It's alright sweetheart, I'll get you there." He reassures you but doesn’t sound overly confident as he zips his fly.

  Fortunately Eddie knows roughly where you live, as your house backs onto the same street as his friend Gareth's.

"Eddie, my Dad can't kill me if I'm already dead." You remind him anxiously, jolting about in your seat, hands on the grab handle for support as he takes another corner at breakneck speed, your stomach lurching, the time now 23:53.

"Baby I said I'd get you there." Eddie responds through gritted teeth, almost mounting a curb. You were only one block away when you screamed. 

"Wait, stop!" 

Eddie slams the brakes hard, the van screeching to a halt, bracing your arms against the dashboard.

"What the hell?!" He yells

"You can't drop me off outside my house, my Dad will freak out if he thinks I've been with a boy all night instead of at the party with Robin." You explain, quickly checking yourself over in the rear-view mirror, desperate to make it look like you hadn't spent the entire evening having sex. 

  "You could have told me that before I shredded my tires." He hisses, looking furious, as you hop out.

You stand awkwardly on the sidewalk unsure what to say, Eddie also seemed to be on unfamiliar ground.

"Sooo, I guess I'll see you Monday at school?" You say.

"Uh yeah, see you at school."

You nod, starting to walk away, feeling weirdly deflated when Eddie speaks again.

"Or I could - uh give you a call tomorrow after work, see if you wanted to hang out or something?" He stammers, you can’t hide your grin as you slip hurriedly back into the van, you reach into his jacket pocket pulling out the pen from the diner, scribbling your number onto the palm of his hand.

  "What should I say if your Dad answers?" He asks warily.

"He won't, I've got a separate line." You say, clambering out again. "And besides we're just innocent study buddies Edward." You grin cheekily, striding away. 

"It's a sin to lie sweetheart." He calls after you, you flick your skirt up in response, flashing your ass.

"Going to hell anyway Munson." You shout back to the sound of his raucous laughter, hearing the van peel away.

  You reach your front door at 11:59, puffed out from jogging the last few steps, you had done way too much cardio this evening. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, you creep up the stairs, inches away from the sanctuary of your bedroom when your Dad's voice rings out from across the hall.

  "Cutting it a little fine there kiddo." 

  You winced hoping he would have been asleep but knowing no such luck. You poke your head into his room,  determined to keep as much of you hidden as possible knowing you'd had to have at least one hickey blooming on your neck.

He was sitting up in bed with a car magazine in hand and an impassive expression on his face.

"Hey Dad, sorry, I lost track of time." 

  "Was it a good party?" He asks, taking off his reading glasses.

  "It was ok." You reply non-committedly.

  "Just ok? Was Steve there?" He presses, a knowing look on his face.

  "Yeah, but I didn't really see much of him, he was with Nancy." You could tell he was confused at your calm demeanor, usually after a party you would either come home crying over Steve or mooning over Steve depending on the situation, you tried not to squirm under his searching gaze.

  "Ok Sprout, so long as you had a good time."  He says finally, flipping his magazine back open. "And remember to set your alarm, you've got work tomorrow."

"Will do, night Dad." 

Worried he might decide to call you back for more in depth questioning, you retreat to your room as quickly as possible, letting out a groan seeing the state you and Robin had left it in.

Showering in record time you slump out of the bathroom, shoving your rejected outfits off the bed and onto the floor, crawling under the covers head spinning with tiredness. Amusing yourself as you drift off that if someone had told you that morning, that you'd be ending the day with Eddie Munson's face in-between your thighs you would have laughed and then had them committed. 

#eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x reader drabble #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson 18+ #friendly sex fic #stranger things

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Day6 Smut Headcanons

As promised, here's some smut headcanons for these boys! 💙🍀💚 I posted a Younghyun A-Z once, but that was 5 years ago (!) so my opinions are probably a bit different now. 18+ under the cut, yall~

Sungjin

It takes him awhile to really understand that you find him hot, to understand that yes, you are very attracted to him. He doesn't see himself in that way, so it's flattering and surprising for him, even if you tell him on many different occasions. Because of that, you often have to be the one to initiate sex, at least for a few months into a relationship. But when he is in bed, he's a good partner; very attentive, and passionate when he gets going. No dom/sub dynamic with him, just mutual pleasure. Everything's very balanced: you go down on him, he's gonna go down on you. He doesn't really think about which of those he likes better, it's all nice in his mind. When you give him head, he guides you carefully with both hands, watching you intently and holding your hair gently. When he gives you head, he focuses and closes his eyes, making out with your pussy until you're squirming. Loves to shove his tongue as deep into you as he can get it. He loves to be on top and in control, so something classic like missionary is definitely a go-to, but he also loves having you on your stomach and taking you from behind. His sounds are minimal, as he tries to maintain that Busan tenacity, but when he does let go, his moans are deep, clear, and melodic with a slight husk. When he cums, he pushes deep into you, bites hard on his lip and slips out a curse. And oh does he love to cum inside you, to fill you up and revel in his possessive tendencies. But if not inside you, he likes it when you jerk him off onto your tongue. Would call you something like "angel" or "kitten". He probably wouldn't say it outright, but he loves to spoil you.

Younghyun

A very intimate partner; his hands are all over your body whenever he gets the chance. He'll come up behind you when you're cooking or doing dishes and wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck or just standing there with you in his arms and his chin on your shoulder. In bed, he'll pull off your garments piece by piece and let his hands and lips traverse your body before anything else. He loves intimate positions where your bodies are closely intertwined, and loves to hold your gaze while you have sex. Having you straddling him while he sits on a couch or comfy chair is a fave for him, and he'd be up for cock warming too. Calls you "baby" all the time, and likes to be called a nice little domestic pet name like "honey". He's very talkative during sex, not just with dirty talk, but having like full conversations. He has such a penchant for truly enjoying and appreciating experiences while he's having them, so it's quite common for him to smile warmly at you when you're together. He loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. When he's giving, he spreads your legs wide and uses his fingers a lot, watching your reactions to everything. When you're going down on him, he furrows his brow and bites his lips till they're red and swollen, trying so hard not to let his instincts take over and fuck your face. But if you let him...yeah he'll take the opportunity. Deep throating is such a big turn on for him, and he just loves to cum in your mouth and see you swallow. He can be a bit shy with his moans, relying more on his words, but with a little encouragement will let you hear them more. And thank God for that, because he sounds lovely; relaxed and husky and sprinkled with dirty words under his breath. "Oh my God, you're so good for me, baby...taking it so good...yeah, you want it, don't you, baby? Tell me how much you want me..." If you suggest something a little kinkier or toys, he'd hesitantly be open to trying it.

Wonpil

Anyone who's read some of my Wonpil stuff knows that in my mind, he's the quintessential Baby Boy 😌💕 He needs a soft dom to take care of him. Very obedient and loves to please, he'd let you tie him up, gag him, blindfold him, leash him, tease him, edge him, whatever. He loves it when you take charge, and his favorite positions are when you're on top, though he also likes to spoon. He also would totally let you peg him. When he goes down on you, he prefers for you to sit on his face. Run your fingers through his hair and tell him how good he is letting you use his mouth, and he's melting into a whimpering puddle beneath you. When you go down on him, he squirms and whimpers for more, but bites his tongue to keep himself from begging too much. He watches you with shaky breath as you take all of him in your mouth. Cums wherever you tell him to, often ending up doing so in your hand. He tries his best to hold it until you tell him he can cum, but he has a hard time with that. Breathy, clipped, whiny moans leave him when you touch him, only getting louder and whinier the closer he gets. "Please, I'm so close, c-can I cum, please?" He's very curious about toys and open to experimenting with them, on himself and on you. Loves to be called "baby boy", "honey", "sweetie", things like that. He'll call you "baby" in public and whatever you want him to behind closed doors. He gets off to the idea of cuckolding, but would probably never actually let another person fuck you.

Dowoon

He gets kinda cocky when he knows you want him, and so uses the opportunity to tease you and make you ask for it. He likes to hear you say you want him, and sometimes playfully won't even let you kiss him until you say as much. Despite that, he's clingy, but not annoyingly so. It's really very endearing. Innocent date nights turn hotter faster with him, and you may never watch an entire movie together, as you always end up dry humping or fucking before the credits roll. He loves your ass and is always finding some excuse to have his hand on it. In public he'll just call you by your name, but in bed he likes to call you "princess" or "good girl" and to think of himself as more dom than he actually is. Deep grunts rumble in his chest, along with exasperated exhales, when you fuck. "Going crazy, can't believe how good you feel..." He's actually not that into receiving head, but he loves a good handjob. He'll go down on you, but thinks of it more as foreplay and doesn't stay down there long. Which is a shame, because he's quite good at it. He just can't wait to be inside you and often gets ahead of himself, and so most of your sex life is intercourse. But once he starts fucking you, he's so determined to do his very best. He's focused and passionate, and loves to try all kinds of positions. If he had to choose a favorite, it would probably be reverse cowgirl. Again, because he loves your ass, and because it's endlessly hot to him to watch you riding him. He's also a bit voyeuristic, loving to watch you get yourself off. Public sex is intriguing to him, but he's hesitant to actually try it. He loves to cum on your chest, and often ends up just pulling out and hurriedly cumming wherever's closest, like your ass or lower stomach. Doesn't often cum inside you though, he likes to see your skin covered in it.

#day6 smut #sungjin smut #young k smut #younghyun smut #wonpil smut #dowoon smut #mine #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 hard thoughts #day6 hard hours #headcanon

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Reader being arrested on the hood of hoppers cop car;)

Gif credit: Wattpad/google images.

Sometimes living in the small town of Hawkins had its advantages such as everyone knowing everyone and everyone knowing each others business which was also a disadvantage.

You were too lost in thought as you zoomed down the road. You wiped your eyes with your free hand while holding the steering wheel. You thought that nothing could be worse than the fact your boyfriend Jason was caught in bed with your ex best friend by you! That was until you seen the lights flashing in the mirror.

"Fuck!" You screamed as you pulled over and slammed your forehead against the steering wheel. You laid there with your head down until you heard the tapping on your window. You lifted your head a little to see Chief of Police Jim Hopper standing there with his sunglasses on and hand on his belt loop. You rolled down the window and gave him your ID and all that good stuff. He took it to his car only to return a minute later .

"Do you wanna explain why you were flying down the road? Because that was beyond speeding." He leaned into the car window and examined your face. Your lip was swollen, tear stains cheeks and red eyes. "Oh don't tell me it's to do with that boyfriend of yours."

"Ex boyfriend ! Lying ass son of bitch sticks his dick in anything that walks on two legs!" You started hitting your storing wheel before hopper opened the door for you and helped you out. You stood with right fists and without thinking almost punched hopper, but he grabbed you, turned you around and bent you over the hood of his car while placing you in hand cuffs. "Come on hopper! Give me a break !" You huffed before he whipped you around so your back was laying against the hood.

"You're lucky I don't take you ass to jail for attempted assault on an officer as well going ninety miles an hit in a seventy five! So I'm already cutting you break by letting sit here and throw your fit over a boy who clearly isn't good enough for you!" Hopper lifted up his sunglasses to look at you sternly. You wanted to say something with a smart ass response but deep down you knew he was right.

Both of you stood there quietly as you calmed your body down. Hopper rubbed your cheek gently as you rested against it. You sighed softly into his hand before looking up at through your lashes. He helped you stand up straight before leaning in and kissing you gently. It was a shock to your system. He tasted like coffee and cigarettes and his beard tickled your chin as he pulled you in closer as his hands rubbed your sides. "I can help you in other ways too." Jim mumbled against your lips before his handed started rubbing his breasts. "You need a man, a real man." He ripped open your blouse making the button pop onto the ground below you. You looked all around before leaning back onto the hood and spreading your legs enough for your skirt to ride up and show hopper your little rose colored panties.

"Cute! Bet your little boyfriend ... "EX BOYFRIEND!" "Ex boyfriend didn't appreciate that you dressed up so pretty for him ! That's a shame" Hopper shook his head before he pulled the panties down and helped you step out of them before putting them in his pocket . His hand ran up your thigh before he slide two fingers over your folds making an O shape with his mouth. "Look at that baby doll. All wet! Did I do this to you huh?" Hopper mocked you before licking his fingers to taste you. "Bet ya got excited thinking of me fucking you when I said you need a real man." You nodded slowly almost ashamed until he plunged two fingers into you and gave you no mercy. He pushed himself against you while his fingers twisted in and out of as fast he could be you squirmed below him. Hopper kissed your neck while making sure to leave bite marks so everyone could see them later.

You bucked your hips a little to get hopper to go harder on you. Hopper slammed your hips down as he worked you over with his fingers. His fingers were huge and rough. Your orgasm was coming on fast because truth be told you've wanted this to happen, you've wanted jim hopper to fuck you since you were in your teens but that's illegal and now that you were over eighteen it would be fine. He thought many times about how hot is, his dad bod, how his bear and mustache would feel while scrapping against your thighs as his tongue lapped over your pussy. All the things you thought about him were racing in your mind.

"Good fucking girl!" Jim growled in your ear as you realized what had happened. You looked down and seen the puddle below you. You just squirted against Hoppers hand.

"I... I'm sorry." You blushed hard as Jim chuckled.

"Don't be sorry! That was hot and not the only time you'll be doing that today." He helped you straighten up before putting you in the back seat of his car and taking you somewhere else to help realize what a real man feels like.

#Jim hopper #Jim hopper smut #Jim hopper blurb #jim hopper stranger things #emsblurbs

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Idk what specific au this is besides just a human one but skinny little dream with a big pop out pregnant belly he cant hide by month two... lets go w office au like last anon said bc the implications of everyone calling dream a slutty breeding bitch is sooo hot to me. Hes showing so soon bc hob put such a big baby in him and hes always sore and whiny and cries at the drop of a hat even at work now.. hob gets massive kudos for knocking him up and this would be perfect w omega dream i just realized bc "bitchy little omega learned his place". Hob finally taught the omega who thought he cluld boss everyone around some humilty.. hes gonna be out of work barefoot in their apartment soon enough and the alphas who hate him are sooo excited for both not having to be around him and also the bitch being "humbled". The problem? Hob is a LOT more territorial and protective now and hardly will agree to play along even when he knows dream gets off to it.. when someone gets a bit too close to a THREAT to dream instead of just venting? Its a good thing dream has a whole staff of lawyers on retainer and theres laws allowing an alpha to protect their mated omega!! Hob doesnt leave dreams side after that. Ever. And any time he even gets a wiff of dreams arousal hes dropping everything and holding dreams hips down to eat his pretty cunt out until hes come so many times he cant even speak<3 hob knows dream will be going back to the office. Hes gonna be the one at home and dream is going to work from home as much as possible now as well.

Also! Im getting distracted by the belly again and how dream was always all sharp angles and slim cut suits and now hes.. soft. Omega like. His wardrobe changes completely and hob thinks its the sweetest most adorable thing in the whole world when he gets all cozy in comfortable clothes and starts nesting like 100x as intensely. His tits are filling with milk and everyone can smell it on him, how fertile and bred he is.

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EEE yeah!!! YEAH!!

I love Dream being horny about all the alphas in the office saying mean stuff about him. It turns him on so much to see them leer at him and mutter under their breaths about how he's just a dumb, bred omega bitch now. Hob really wants to smack them all for talking about Dream like that, but Dream is like nooooo 🥺🥺 let them do it, it makes me so wet.

Dream starts showing up to work in maternity dresses and cute cardigans and Hob is constantly clawing at the walls with overwhelming horniness. He catches a glance at Dream’s belly and immediately starts getting hard every single time. He can't believe how massive Dream gets, and it happens so quickly!! His back hurts and his feet are swollen but he's determined to enjoy being pregnant. He grits his teeth through all the discomfort and only yells at Hob a little bit! He does have a bit of a breakdown later in the pregnancy when he finds out the baby is in the 99th percentile for size... damn Hob and his super sperm!

Hob is so looking forward to being a stay at home daddy for their little one - he imagines that he'll probably be bringing the baby into the office for visits a lot, when Dream can't work at home. They're so domestic now <33 Dream wants cuddles and Hob can't stop rubbing against him to make sure he smells claimed. 10/10, an absolute unbearable couple, everyone else in the office is totally sick of them.

A few weeks before he's due, Dream is meant to be on leave but he ends up popping into the office (he's a workaholic). Everyone is astounded by his massive belly (which is currently stretching one of Hob’s old t-shirts to the absolute limit). Considering how tiny and flat he's always been, it's a shock to see the boss so round, with his generous tits bouncing in time with each cautious step he takes. Every alpha in the office has a crisis over how innately sexy Dream is now. He's still a bitch, but now he's also a very sexy omega!!! Oh the dichotomy!!!

He goes home and gets his pussy eaten by his alpha, and totally gets off on knowing that Hob is going to knock him up again ASAP. If Dream gets his way he'll spend the next 10 years pregnant as fuck.

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw pregnancy

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Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 7: The Lengths That I Will Go

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Chapter 6 // Masterlist // Gif Credit // AO3 Version // Chapter 8

Left eye swollen shut, you spat out the blood that had seeped into your crooked mouth and tried not to think about how your dentist was gonna look at you if you needed another tooth replacing. Your captor took time away from your face to exploit your ribs, which you were certain had transitioned from bruised to broken thanks to the knuckleduster he had slipped on just minutes ago. You’d been counting them for the sake of passing the time. All that torture training resurfaced for the first time in a eight months, and you resolved yourself to the pain – your only ally besides the inside of the hood that allowed splinters of light through the minute gaps in the woven fabric.

First rule: never give your captor anything.

Second rule: give into insanity.

It didn’t matter how many of your team survived right now. Because if you imagined hope for a fraction of a second, imagined that they were coming for you, you had something to be broken by and you would not be broken by this. Right now, you didn’t know how many of your team had made it. You could afford to lose yourself. Therapy would bring you back-

No, stop it. No therapy, no hope, this is it.

And you knew why it was harder to compartmentalise this time than last year. You’d let your emotions slip out before you were out of the storm, let yourself get so damn sentimental over Price and your history together. Now, instead of having a good cry about it in your office or sleeping off the stress on a flight home, you were stuck here with a fucking bag on your head and injuries that would only aid your captor’s attempts to chip away at your resolve.

Your eyes had dried about two hours in, no room for instinct amidst the flourishing bruises and ringing ears. Tears had dried up with the blood staining your skin and soaked the hood; every punch no doubt cracked the blood into flakes.

Mercifully you were lifted under the armpits and dragged across the floor. You counted two doors opening and closing and an elevator in between, the concrete cutting off to mosaic tiles that trapped and tripped the toes of your boots that grazed over them. Only when the dragging stopped and you were forced stand up was the hood removed from you. At last you got a look at your captor – incredibly unremarkable compared to the man you both shared a room with.

Čiernik was laughably attempting to position a webcam atop an ancient laptop in the corner. As you were forced to stand in the centre of the room, he moved aside and you stared down at the monitor where someone was depicted staring with their gormless face smeared in blood.

Oh. That was you.

Your zip ties snapped off your wrists, but you didn’t start swinging because another prisoner was being shoved in front of you and you could tell from the uniform who it would be.

A similar state of affairs, Price had his hands in zip-ties, his shirt already removed and the sack on his head taken off shortly after. His absent boonie bared his face beneath the low hanging light bulbs. A stream of blood ran from his temple to his bushy jaw. Somewhere inside of you, there was a discordant pang. You ignored it and slow blinked at the corner of the room above his head where a few strands of spider web swayed in the air-conditioning’s flow.

“You will fight,” Čiernik stated.

Sluggishly, you looked at him. He was pointing, rather comically, at the laptop where he’d switched to another tab. Bronze was depicted upon it, breathing to your relief but it looked to be a massive effort on his part. Head slumped over, he was held under the armpits by two gruff looking bastards. He’d been stripped to his under shirt, more brown than white around the tear where he’d been shot.

“You will fight,” repeated Čiernik as Price’s zip-ties came off.

As you returned your stare to your would-be opponent, Price mouthed something at you and he put up his hands, gesturing for you to come at him. You didn’t catch what he was trying to tell you. Instead your head, with its defences lowered, filled itself with memories of easier times, how Price always beat you in sparring. Closest you ever came was drawing, both of you pinned in a position of pain and neither of you tapping out until your commanding officer at the time demanded you both let go. He was the best. Best of the best.

Your left eye, stinging and sealed off, was throwing off your depth perception as you swayed on the spot, fists up. Čiernik’s crooked glee

Hit first and hit hard.

You landed a solid blow to the side of Price’s head, sending him stumbling. Bloody saliva fell from his lips, splattering onto the ground as you threw another punch and crushed his fingers beneath your boot. If he didn’t have a concussion from before, he definitely did now. Something stirred gleefully in your stomach at that.

Finally, he met your attacks with defence, locking you into a grappled and hunched over stance. You shook it off, trying to keep up the charade of fighting your friend. He wasn’t going easy but neither were you, smashing your skull heard into twice before he swung you around and onto the floor. Your feet skidded on the concrete like you were on ice.

“What the hell is this?” The authoritative American accent from across the room came through glitching as it emitted from shitty laptop speakers. Čiernik spun round to face the laptop.

“You bomb my men and think you can get away with it?” His sneering face moved close to the webcam’s lens, “You want them? You come and get them yourself.”

Then he muted the caller. But you’d already pieced together who it was and why Čiernik was Zoom-ing your forced fisticuff.

Two menforced you and Price to face one another, an inch apart like you were pitbulls in a ring, growling and snapping teeth, their hands tugging back your heads like leashes.

When you heard John on the radio, the day that he died, you knew how Orpheus felt in that split second of distrust and relief at seeing Eurydice there, just a fragment of time as he shouted down the radio then let out a cry and was cut off from you, sealing you apart with Price in the Underworld and you cursed to remain on the mortal coil forever. Now you were stuck in Purgatory together without a obol between you to get you out of here.

“I only need one Captain to make a deal with. Keep going.”

On Čiernik’s command, you were both released to continue the brawl. A high-pitched whine shot through your head as Price slammed his fist to your chin. His turn for “hit first and hit hard”, it would seem. Your trousers started sliding down your hips and you grasped at your arm where a rag replaced your makeshift tourniquet. Hiking the trousers back up, you launched yourself at him and swiped at his legs to knock him off his feet.

You should be biting his ear off or digging his eyes out, reshaping his face like it was made of clay beyond a few punches. Your teeth were gritted in your jaw in an attempt to satiate your sudden bloodlust. A burning desire to strike him over and over was stoked strong inside of you. But somehow you were holding back, and so was Price. Even as he got you in a headlock, breathing hard against your ear, spit splashing on your lobe, he could’ve done so much worse than the knee to the chest you received. Could’ve used his boots for a start or aimed for something more juicy, like where the sledgehammer had gotten you. It still hurt like a son of a bitch yet it could’ve been a direct hit. He was holding out hope, making you do the same, and it was putting you both in more danger.

Heard over a painful cry, the sound of the door flung open snatched your attention. A spewing smoke canister bounced off your bullet wound and onto the floor as you seized Price around the middle – away from a lunging Čiernik.

Unceremoniously, you were both hauled away from the smoke and into a blinding light.Your blurred vision pieced together Gaz and Crash barricading the door behind you. Bullets began denting the metal hull of the doorframe. You swung your head around to find Ghost, his hand just now removing itself from your shoulder – sore from how he’d yanked you in his rescue.  

“Good to see you,” He said casually.

Crash pushed a pistol into your hands, “It’s not just the villa. It’s every villa. They’ve taken the whole town.”

Brain barely blunted by the shortest capture you’d ever faced, you recalled those papers with postcodes and house numbers, the ones you’d walked past without a single indication that you were already within the trap.

No wonder your team only just managed to catch onto Čiernik; Shepherd clocked him first, made him more obvious by soaking up his spread of occupation on the border of Russia.

“Can you shoot?”

“Sky’s still blue, right?” You tucked in the earpiece Crash handed you next, “They’ve got Bronze. Ghost, you and Gaz will clear the way for us. We’ll scout ahead for where she could be. She lost a lot of blood back at Shepherd’s villa. Price, you and Crash will cover our backs. Have we got an exit plan in place?”

“Laswell’s sending reinforcements. New exfil is twenty klicks south-south-west of the original.”

You didn’t ask why Soap was absent, or if Chance had made it out. No time.Reinforcements were swarming on your location.

First two rooms were left vacant but recently let if the bloodstains dragged across the stonework were anything to go by. All following rooms required a spray of bullets before checking it, your wound stinging more and more. But the shackles on the walls and the array of weapons on call told you this was a torture floor, and you had to find Bronze-

“I’ve got Bronze!”

You lurched around at where Ghost had called from. He already had Bronze over his shoulder. Time to bounce.

Crash took over on the lead, continuing onwards rather than backtracking. More of Čiernik’s arseholes were thrown at you from the staircase above so you had no choice but to spill out into the streets. All hopes that civilians wouldn’t be caught in any crossfire died back when Crash had revealed the expanse of Čiernik’s real estate reach. Your only hope was the row of parked car outside the back door. You pressed against the front tire, scanning in the rear-view mirror (ripped off from the vehicle for convenience) for a potential way out. You had two seconds to view the street before the mirror sparked out of your hand, shattered by a high calibre bullet just as Price finished the barricade, giving you a minute to get out of dodge.

“Manhole,” You told Gaz with a nod of your head to the right.

Gaz nodded back, “Cover me; I’ll get it open.”

Brave bastard, you were tempted to steal him from Price as he dodged hellfire to crowbar open the manhole cover. Ghost, Price, and Crash covered him well enough whilst Bronze slumped up beside you

He slurred out, “Cap?”

“Keep going, Bronze. We’re nearly out.”

“Huh,” He leant his head on your shoulder, making you wince internally, “Feel like we’ve been nearly out for hours.”

One by one, your colleagues funnelled down the hole while you covered him.Even with your left eye out of action, you managed to nail the bastards hunting you down, even with Ghost’s hulking figure drawing attention as he lowered Bronze down, until it was time to drag over the manhole behind you.

Through the sewer system, surprisingly amazing brickwork curving overhead. It wasn’t worth a damn fragment of your attention, even if half the team weren’t dragging barely conscious through a miles of shite. The static around your arm spread up your neck at the stench surrounding your team.

“Bronze?” You called out ahead without coughing on the stench.

“Still hear, Cap.” It came out faintly but he was still conscious, thank fuck.

“Crash?”

“Still goin’.”

“Gaz?”

“Alright here.”

“Ghost?”

“Not broken.”

“Price?”

“Still standing.”

Within the hour, you were overground once more in the arse-end of Nemšiná, having added an extra two klicks onto the journey if your calculations were right.

So it was a respite you welcomed when a hijacked van skidded over to your team with a grinning Scotsman in the left-hand driver’s side. Still, no Second Lieutenant in the passenger seat.

Your team loaded on quick and got out of the town quicker. Soap swerved around and looped back on himself three times whilst you and Crash administered first aid on Bronze, sewing him up to the best of your abilities against a rocky road. Then you arrived at the new exfil point with a Chinook ready to take your Sergeant to the nearest hospital. A bag of A Positive and a needle welcomed him aboard and you bade farewell for now.

A phone was stuffed into your grasp by a soldier in uniform you took a second to recognise – Odristan Special Forces. Thankfully you recognised the caller ID faster and addressed General Fernandez the second your voice reached the received.

“You broken, Captain?” He asked.

“Fit for duty, sir.”

“Your black box did its job perfectly.”

“Any news on Chance?”

“She’s been getting the rest of Sierra team ready for the final push.”

“Any other updates I should be aware of? Or can I check in with the team?”

“You’re free to go. This is still your op; they’ll follow your command.”

Fresh from capture and still calling the shots, you felt quite pleased with yourself for that. However there was little time for that kind of thing before the so-called final stretch. There was however time for a power nap and an energy bar before you started planning anything.

The rest of Sierra were bundled into a large camo green tent nearby, cleaning their weapons, arm wrestling, talking in hushed voices. The second you entered one of their sightlines, they rippled in a wave of standing to attention, their feet stomping like falling dominoes – including Chance who stood out by the hand she held over her abdominal.

“At ease,” You said firmly, “Carry on. Chance, a word.”

She almost trotted over to you with a drone under her arm, her voice low beneath the chatter of your team behind you. “Captain. You look like shit.”

Ignoring her comment, you asked, “How’s the gut?”

“In pieces, but I’ll live. You still good to finish this?”

“If you’re my eye in the sky,” You gestured to the drone then to her stomach, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“You too. Medical’s set up over there if you want to get yourself checked.”

You followed her suggestion. The last thing you needed was to charge into an assault then slipping on your own vomit, spinning in your nausea. And of course, the universe placed you in the bunk besides Price who was icing his jaw and his left knee.

He waited until you covered your left eye with an ice pack to speak: “You hit hard.”

“You hit like you’re riddled with arthritis.”

“Well, you did stand on my hand,” and Price held up his hand, wiggling his fingers to display the lack of tape and gauze. You hadn’t broken a thing.

That angered you more than anything that transpired in Čiernik’s basement. You channelled those sudden bubbles into a restrained reply:

“I’ll stamp harder next time.”

“And I’ll kick harder,” Price chuckled, leaning back into his ice pack. Against the plastic, you could see a faint purple amidst the red on his cheek.

How easily you were forgiven, it was almost insulting. Why couldn’t you do the same despite saying the contrary? Perhaps you could unpack that to your new therapist, that and your apparent fury that was just below the sealed surface that was still pushing up towards your throat. You swallowed hard as you fumbled in your pack for your spare watch. This was the final stretch. You just had to get through it then you could figure this out. Releasing the ice pack from your eye and laying back to balance it against your ribs, you rubbed at your wrist then slapped it with a sigh. Čiernik had stolen your watch.

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AN: Thank you again for your patience with this! I'm writing during half term so this is nearly finished and I can't wait to share it.

In other news, I saw "Boys from the Blackstuff" on Thursday and it was brilliant! I love live theatre so to see such a stunning production was a real privilege. Bonus points were seeing Barry perform (I was shaking with how good he was). Not only did I paint him as Yosser, but I met him at stage door and got to give that painting to him! He was very kind to my starstruck ass. I'll never shut up about it lmaoo

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Tag-list: @mockerycrow and @entertain-my-lvst

#john price x reader #john price #captain john price x reader #john price fanfic #cod fanfic #mw2 fanfic #cod #mw2 #cod x reader #my writing #r: gn #wc: >2k

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Worse Than the General

Requested: Yes! @mezmatch​

Request: Hello! I saw requests were opened. Might I request Kix with #5? I keep thinking about it and laughing! Fr though a three day walk??? Anyways can't wait to see what you come up with! :)

Prompt: #5 "Where were you?!” “I went for a walk.” “For three fucking days?!" 

Genre: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Swearing, reader being chaotic as fuck, Kix being low key hopelessly in love with reader.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Kix x Jedi!reader

Characters: Clone Trooper Kix, Captain Rex, Arc Trooper Fives, Arc Trooper Echo, Anakin Skywalker

Authors note: This is my first request using a prompt and I am hella excited. I went with long hair Kix’s because I think he is neat. The tense might be all over the place sorry.

Word Count: 800+

mando'a words: Sarad - Flower

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Kix was going to kill you. You just had to go off on your own to explore the unknown planet you were on didn’t you. You had ended up getting a little lost and it took you a while to find your way back. You may have also taken a couple of hard tumbles on the way. So when camp was finally in view you felt a mix of relief and apprehension. You really liked the boys of the 501st and hated that you had most likely worried a few of them half to death, especially their medic Kix.  As you slowly approach the camp Rex is the first to see you and meets you halfway when he notices you limping.

“Heyyyyy... I’m fine.” You try to play it off when you notice his concern. 

“Sure you are, I'm sure Kix would be happy to confirm that that is a lie.” He smirked knowingly at you, earning a groan in response as he drags you to the medic tent they set up. 

“Why do you hate me Rex?” 

“I don’t hate you General, but you do make sure things are never boring.” He pauses at the opening of the tent. “Well I need to call off the search teams looking for you. Good luck!” With that he pushed you into the tent lightly leaving you alone with the one person you did not want to be left with. Having heard the commotion Kix looked up from his data pad and judging by the look on his face you were in for it.

"Where were you?!” Kix asked, rushing over to you and giving you a once over before guiding you to one of the cots.

“I went for a walk.” You mumble.

“For three fucking days?!" Kix shouts, causing you to look down ashamed that you had worried him so much. 

“There was a fuzzy creature I wanted to pet but it kept running away from me...” You all but whisper, as you swing your legs like a small child would. Kix squats in front of you catching your leg before examining your swollen ankle before looking up at you as your words register in his head. You bite the bullet and meet Kix’s eyes which ends up being  a mistake as you can’t hold in your laughter at the look on his face. His face conveyed the message of this bitch can not be serious; they are a Jedi Master. “It was really really cute.” Kix smiled at this and shook his head as he proceeded to work on your ankle. 

“You are worse than the general I swear.” He chuckles lightly.

“You take that back, I am not worse than Anakin!”

“Oh yes you are.” He says looking up, noticing a cut on your cheek. Kix stands up and gets the Bantha cream. “This is gonna sting a little bit but it will feel better soon I promise.” He whispers as he cups your cheek lightly with his thumb and applies the bantha cream to your cheek. 

“Owie...” You whine, it really did sting like a bitch.

“Shhh sarad it will feel better soon I promise.” Kix soothes quietly. His hand remains on your cheek even after his job is complete. You lean your face into his touch enjoying the moment.

“UGH you too are worse than Obi-Wan and Satine quit it with the heart eyes” Anakin makes his presence known along with some fake gagging causing Kix to jump away from you.

“You’re one to talk, you and Padmé are the worst.” You shoot back sarcastically rolling your eyes while Kix awkwardly rubs the back of his neck leaving the tent so you can talk to General Skywalker.

You spent 2 hours talking to - correction being talked at by - Anakin about how reckless and stupid you had been for walking away from your post like you had. Your conversation was cut short by a loud commotion outside.

“Catch that bugger!” One of the troopers yells sending you and Anakin into high alert as you exit the med tent only to discover complete chaos.

“What is going on here?” Anakin shouts getting everyone's attention and the commotion stops. You feel something warm brush against your calf.

“What the...?” You look down to see the fuzzy creature you had spent the last three days chasing cowering behind you. “Awww are you what all this ruckus was about?” You ask the creature before picking it up and petting it in hopes to calm it down. “Poor thing did the scary troopers frighten you?” 

“Hey! We were trying to catch it for you!” cried Fives

“Yeah we didn’t mean to scare it but it’s not used to people.” Echo clarified.

“Oh really? And who’s idea was this?” You say looking at who you knew the culprit to be.

“You were right, they are pretty cute...” Kix mumbles as he approaches patting the creature's head.

“Now who’s worse than the general?” You whisper so Anakin does not hear, 

“You got me there.”

#clone trooper kix x reader #Clone Trooper Kix x Jedi!reader #star wars one shots #Captain Rex #Arc Trooper Fives #Arc Trooper Echo #Anakin Skywalker #the 501st #jedi!reader

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 13)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

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Pain 

You were in so much pain.

Your face was throbbing, your eyes were swollen shut, and it hurt to breathe.

You couldn't feel your left leg, and the intense pain from your right arm was fading in and out.   

Despite being visually impaired, after a brief moment of concluding that you were still alive, quick insight from the sounds and smells surrounding you made you realize you were probably in the hospital. 

Outside of the beeps from the machines, and chatter from the nurses, what really got you was the robust and antiseptic smell most hospitals exuded. 

You were exhausted. 

A brief moment of relaxation forced the memories of last night to fill your head. 

Your father, unhinged and high as he took years of deranged aggression out on you, his confession that only confirmed the suspicions you've had all of these years, his awareness of your plans to flee Outerbanks. 

Only one person would have been able to give him that information, and if you ever saw him again, you would kill him. 

What the hell possessed Rafe to run to your father anyways. Was that supposed to convince you to stay? 

It didn't matter. 

A painful sigh forced a sharp up your spine, causing you to wince. 

"Why, hello there." you try to turn your head toward the motherly voice. "Now, Now you shouldn't be forcing yourself to move too much,"

You sensed her body move around you before her hands began fixing what you assumed were blankets covering your body. You open your mouth to ask what happened, but a sharp, bruising pain only allows a squeak to escape. 

"Charlie really did a number on you." the more you heard her speak, the more you realized it was Nurse Annie Rose, a practitioner who had been taking care of just about everyone at The Cut for the last 45 years, give or take, or at least that was her M.O. "I'm sorry to say, but I always expected that man to blow up, never thought it would be on his poor daughter,"

You squeak, wanting to say it wasn't him, to defend him. When you realized what you had planned to do, you couldn't help but feel disgusted with yourself. Why were you still trying to protect this man?

"Oh, hush up, sweetheart, now can you hear me, raise one finger for Yes and one for No" She touches your arm, and you raise one finger. 

"Good. Now can you understand what I'm saying?" You raise one finger for yes. "Good, now I'm going to explain what happened, ok. Do you think you'll be able to keep up?" 

You put up one finger. "Alright, if it does get to be a bit too much for you, just pinch my hand, ok." she slid her hand under your hand you could feel the wrinkles and veins throughout it. 

"So it looks like you have a bruised Larynx, which is why you can't speak, and we did give you a small cervical brace just in case you may have sustained any neck injuries."  you feel her move her clipboard around " You also have a dislocated shoulder and a few fractures in your right arm."

You try to fill your lungs, but your breath hitches from the pain.

"Careful, you also have several broken ribs, one of which punctured your lung and forced it to collapse, and you also have a sprained ankle. We've given you a few meds to help with the pain. The swelling in your face should go down enough for you to see tomorrow." 

Fuck, you were damaged. How were you supposed to leave now? 

"Your voice should also be returning tomorrow, albeit not without issues, so I would take it easy for a bit." she took another breath. Even though you couldn't see, you could tell that she was contemplating your state. "Now, you have a few guests who wanted to see you, but seeing as how you're under strict observation at the moment, I had to send them away, but they'll be coming in tomorrow evening to see you."

You could guess who it was. How did Rafe find out so quick? Was he the one that found you in the middle of the road? Was he waiting to play knight in shining armor?

"Now, are you ok?" Nurse Annie gently pulls your hand into her, rubbing the back of your hand with her thumb. You squeeze her hand back and lift one finger. 

"Good, so we can't give you any food now because we have a few tests to run that require you to fast for at least 8 hours, but if you do need some water, just push this button here," she slides what you assume is the nurse call button under your hand, "and they'll know what you need, they will also assist you when you need to use the facilities."

"Im off, but I will be checking in on you periodically, alright, sweetheart?"

You lift a finger, and she moves to leave. 

As you hear her footsteps disappear, one thought invades your head. 

You needed to get out of there.

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You woke up with your eyes open for a start. You could see, and you couldn't be happier. The swelling in your face went down, and even though it hurt to speak, your voice had a foundation. 

Your morning was irritating, getting pricked and poked, medicated, and examined. Waiting over an hour to use the bathroom because they needed a waste sample. 

Finally, lunchtime hit, and you could put something in your stomach. You'd never thought you'd be so grateful for soft meatloaf, soggy mashed potatoes, and overcooked veggies. It was also time for your planned escape. 

You didn't need to go back home. One of your nurses showed you where your clothes were in the patient closet. You had enough money to catch a ride on the ferry to the mainland. There you would go to the bank to withdraw funds and buy a ticket out of North Carolina. You didn't need to stay, something in your gut was telling you to run, and you intended to listen to it.

When the coast was cleared, you got up as quickly as possible to get ready for your grand escape. It was challenging to breathe, and every step shot a burst of pain through you.

It took 30 minutes to put your clothes on. The struggle was imminent as you had to pace yourself. 

Leaving the hospital was a bad idea, but staying could be worse. 

You moved carefully through the small hospital, ensuring no one saw or heard you. It wasn't as difficult as you thought, considering they had other patients to attend to. 

The trek to the ferry was long and arduous as you felt your body getting weaker and weaker. Getting worse as you hit the waves to the mainland. The stares of those around you didn't help. It was as if they were watching a dying puppy struggle to survive. 

When you got to the bank, your credentials weren't working through the atm, so you were forced to go in. You first notice that Kelly isn't there, and you don't want to put any trust in any of these other tellers, so the first thing you do when it's your turn is ask for her. 

The teller is taken aback by your face, but she slowly gets back into her groove.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Kelly no longer works with our company, but maybe there's something that I can do?" 

"What happened?" you asked, voice scratchy and weak. 

"Unfortunately, we are unable to discuss the details of her termination with outsiders. In the meantime, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ok," you say, unsure of yourself because you always worked with Kelly. Still, you were also desperate, so you gave the teller your credentials. 

"I'm sorry, it looks like your account has been frozen and seems to be in the process of being seized" she looks at you expectantly, but all you feel is confusion. "I can go ahead and put in an appeal if you'd like, but if you want more information on this process, I can only provide this number." 

She hands you a card with a number written on it. You decide to file the appeal to keep up appearances and head back to the ferry. 

There was no way this was a coincidence, and you were not getting that account back. You buy a ferry ticket using the last of your money and regret it as soon as you hit the waters.

Coming back was an admission of defeat. If you had stayed, you could've gone back to the strip club. You were sure Sam would be willing to help you till you got back on your feet, not without a price, but you at least wouldn't be heading back to the fucking island. 

Fatigue and weakness overtake your body once more. It had been rolling through you in waves all day.

If you went back to Barry, you could get some product, sell enough to pay him back and get another ferry ride back to the mainland. Get Sam or maybe one of the other girls to help you out. 

As you reached the dock, you could feel a migraine pressure forming in your head. It was late, and it would take forever to get back to Barry in this condition, but you had to try, you needed to get away.

#Dark!Rafe Cameron #Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader #Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader #Dark OBX #Pogue! Reader #Pogue Reader #dark fics #Rafe Cameron c Reader #Outer Banks #series #Shackled #Shackled Series #dub con #dubcon #dubious consent #abuse #parental abuse #near-death experience

[mariana-oconnor]

The Veiled Lodger pt 2

Team Lion represent!

Poor lion deserved none of this.

Then, having reassured her, we followed her up the straight, badly-carpeted staircase and were shown into the room of the mysterious lodger.

Wow, Watson. You weren't satisfied with insulting her last time, now you're insulting her interior decor?

From keeping beasts in a cage, the woman seemed, by some retribution of Fate, to have become herself a beast in a cage.

Watson is also on Team Lion!

Long years of inaction had coarsened the lines of her figure, but at some period it must have been beautiful, and was still full and voluptuous. A thick dark veil covered her face, but it was cut off close at her upper lip, and disclosed a perfectly-shaped mouth and a delicately-rounded chin. I could well conceive that she had indeed been a very remarkable woman.

And then he's getting horny on main again, because he is Watson and we all know Watson has three settings with descriptions of people: horny, disgusted, and animal references.

"Because the fate of someone else depended upon it. I know that he was a very worthless being, and yet I would not have his destruction upon my conscience. We had been so close—so close!"

She was either having an affair or she has a secret relative. My money is on affair.

The woman rose and took from a drawer the photograph of a man. He was clearly a professional acrobat, a man of magnificent physique, taken with his huge arms folded across his swollen chest and a smile breaking from under his heavy moustache—the self-satisfied smile of the man of many conquests.

Oh yeah, Watson is in horny setting atm. But also judgy. You cannot tell how many 'conquests' a man has had from his smile, Watson. I refuse to believe it.

"That is Leonardo," she said.

Leonardo???!

Although, from the description, maybe it's closer to this version:

It was a dreadful face—a human pig, or rather a human wild boar, for it was formidable in its bestiality. One could imagine that vile mouth champing and foaming in its rage, and one could conceive those small, vicious eyes darting pure malignancy as they looked forth upon the world, Ruffian, bully, beast—it was all written on that heavy-jowled face.

Animal imagery and disgust. Watson's really pulling out all the stops for this one. I like how Mrs Ronder is just 'compare, contrast' right up front, instead of actually explaining anything. This is a show and tell presentation.

"He tied me down and lashed me with his riding-whip when I complained."

What is it with these abusive spouses and beating their wives with riding crops? That's the sort of thing you only do after extensive discussion and clear, informed consent.

Welp, Team Lion is currently winning.

"We planned that he should die."

Oh, it was premeditated. Good for you.

"We made a club—Leonardo made it—and in the leaden head he fastened five long steel nails, the points outwards, with just such a spread as the lion's paw. This was to give my husband his death-blow, and yet to leave the evidence that it was the lion which we would loose who had done the deed."

Look, look, look, look. I am fine with killing the evil, abusive husband. Two thumbs up. Could not be more onboard with this plan. But blaming the lion. You couldn't have come up with a plan that didn't involve a poor animal being implicated and (presumably) put down because of it?

Come up with a different way of killing him and just give each other alibis. Don't blame the poor lion.

"Its hot, filthy breath had already poisoned me and I was hardly conscious of pain."

I... don't think lions have poison breath. Like I've never met one in real life, but I feel like I might have heard about that if it's true. And I especially don't think their breath is bad enough that you can't feel the pain from having your face eaten off. Not that I've ever experienced that either. I think it might have been the shock.

"When I came to myself, and saw myself in the mirror, I cursed that lion—oh, how I cursed him!—-not because he had torn away my beauty, but because he had not torn away my life."

I mean, understandable, but also you did keep him trapped in a cage, force him to perform for crowds and then frame him for murder, which I assume he was killed for. Like... you may have deserved just a leeeeettle bit of mauling. Karmically. Perhaps.

Then Holmes stretched out his long arm and patted her hand with such a show of sympathy as I had seldom known him to exhibit. "Poor girl!" he said. "Poor girl! The ways of Fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest."

I don't know why Watson is so determined to tell us that Holmes rarely shows sympathy when he shows sympathy in almost every other story. He shows sympathy to the characters who deserve sympathy.

And Eugenia here does deserve it, although it was a dick move to frame the lion. Her life has pretty much sucked. Can't blame her for trying to get out of it.

"Your life is not your own," he said. "Keep your hands off it."

Well, my last sentence was not supposed to be foreshadowing.

Holmes is not here for that Romeo and Juliet bullshit. (Not that this is about Leonardo dying, but still)

Although if she's already dying, would this be considered closer to euthanasia?

But she implies the reason she wants to do it is because of her face. I'm glad that Holmes is having none of that. The attitudes here towards her scarring are just all over horrendous. But I'm so glad this story ends with her choosing not to do it, because the message of 'if you are a woman who has lost her beauty and become disfigured your life is not worth living' would have been a horrible one. Glad they avoided that ending.

That was... short, and very messy. I'm glad she got out of the abusive situation, but I wish she'd actually been able to do something with her life rather than shut herself in her rooms forever to hide from the world. I'm also sad the lion had to die for her freedom.

Just very sad all over, this one.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Veiled Lodger #long post #The lion's fate was never confirmed so I choose to believe he was released into some sort of wildlife sanctuary #where he had a long and pleasant life #suicide mention