#oh fuck it we'll stay on theme

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hey remember that caramel-carmel Fake Script i was writing? yeah it's technically not done but i'm tired of tinkering with it so here it is! we'll just say it's a uhhhh uncovered partial script or somethin

this is not in any way official! it's a 100% unaffiliated fanwork & i am Just Fucking Around for Funsies

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BARNABY: oh, I love carmul!

FRANK: [long, disgusted pause] …what? 

BARNABY: Carmul! You know, those tasty little treats you’re holdin’!

FRANK: You mean caramel?

BARNABY: That’s what I said.

FRANK: [scoffs] No, you didn’t. You said carmul.

BARNABY: We’re sayin’ the same thing here.

FRANK: We absolutely are not!

JULIE: [giggles] You really aren’t.

BARNABY: Carmul, caramel, tomato, tomahto! What does it matter!

FRANK: [flustered, stammering] It - it matters! Julie, you agree with me, don’t you?

JULIE: Well… I don’t know, Frank! I think both are fun!

FRANK: You’re both wrong, then! Wally, you agree with me, don’t you?

WALLY: [hesitant] …I say carmul.

FRANK: No! Not you too! How could you poison him like this, Barnaby?

BARNABY: Don’t look at me! I’m innocent, honest!

FRANK: Ha! So you admit that carmul is the wrong pronunciation!

BARNABY: [groans] ah, geez… throw a dog a bone!

FRANK: I’d be delighted to if you’d just-

[distant yelp as Eddie trips off-screen] 

FRANK: Eddie! Thank goodness, finally someone who can put an end to this debate!

EDDIE: [nervous laugh] Oh no, what did I stumble into this time? 

BARNABY: Hold on a tic, Frank. Hey Ed, take this. What do you call that tasty treat?

EDDIE: [with a tinge of fear] A… caramel?

FRANK: [triumphant] a-HA!

SALLY: [approaching] Did someone mention carmul?

FRANK: AGH!

BARNABY: [delighted] Perfect timing, Sally!

SALLY: What, for a delicious morsel? Hand it over, thank you!

FRANK: You’re all wrong, and I’ll prove it! We’re going to go around the neighborhood and - wait. [under his breath] One two three four - [returns to normal volume] we’re taking this to Poppy’s!

BARNABY: Then Home, then Howdy, yeah yeah - might as well ask the daisies, too.

JULIE: Oooh, and the butterflies! 

SALLY: While we’re at it, we should phone everyone in the book, just to get the widest audience input.

FRANK: [unamused] You all think you’re so funny. 

EDDIE: Well, you gotta admit it’s… it’s… 

[brief, tense pause. Eddie clears his throat]

EDDIE: It’s perfectly sensible!

[Frank makes an affronted noise]

FRANK: Poppy will see sense.

-

POPPY: I’d be delighted to have a cah-mehl, but I’m afraid it-

FRANK: [aghast, truly astonished] You’re joking. You have to be joking. CAH-MEHL? Does no one in this town have sense?! Besides Eddie, of course. And Julie - on a technicality.

EDDIE: [oddly pleased] Why thank you. 

POPPY: My goodness, did- did I say it wrong?

BARNABY: [gleeful] Not in the least, Pops!

SALLY: As far as I’m concerned, you added an extra layer of… pizazz to the word. In fact, I may adjust my own pronunciation accordingly!  

POPPY: [flustered] Oh, well, I didn’t - don’t change on my account -

SALLY: Take the compliment, Poppy. 

POPPY: [meekly] Thank you.

[Sally wanders from the group, practicing the slightly adjusted pronunciation]

WALLY: I’m not sure I understand. What’s wrong with carmul or… care… mul… carmel…

POPPY: Don’t strain yourself dear, you’ll get a migraine.

FRANK: What’s wrong is that it’s ENTIRELY incorrect! It! Is! Pronounced! Caramel!

JULIE: Aww, Frank, I’m sure Home and Howdy will agree with us! Team Caramel, WOOO!

BARNABY: [barely restrained disbelief] Boy, won’t they! 

POPPY: I’m not sure what the fuss is about… there isn’t much of a difference, is there?

[Frank makes a high pitched, frustrated noise and stomps off. He can be heard calling Home’s name in the background]

JULIE: Oop, there he goes!

POPPY:  Oh - oh dear. I didn’t mean to rile him up.

BARNABY: Don’t twist your beak about it - Frank’s just bein’ Frank. Now if you’ll excuse us, I wanna see how it goes with Home.

WALLY: [quietly, thoughtful] But Home doesn’t talk like us…

POPPY: If you’re sure… Do let me know how it goes. 

SALLY: [swaying back to the group] I’ll phone you post-haste! Or even better, I can come by for one of your delicious muffins and regale you with the whole escapade, in detail.

POPPY: [audibly pleased] That sounds - well that sounds like a wonderful idea! I have some fresh from this morning-

BARNABY: Sounds great! See you around, Poppy.

-

FRANK: Home, I have an important question to ask you. Is the correct pronunciation for this candy ‘carmul’, or ‘caramel’? One creak for caramel, two for the incorrect carmul.

BARNABY: Talk about a bias…

[Home stays silent. Sally yawns.]

FRANK: One creak for caramel, two-

[Home slowly shuts their curtains]

FRANK: Hmph! The nerve… well, I suppose a house that can’t speak shouldn’t have a say, anyway.

WALLY: Home can speak. He just does it differently.

BARNABY: And I’m pretty sure they just agreed with me, Walls, an’ Sally.

JULIE: They did not!

BARNABY: Looked like it to me!

SALLY: I have to agree with Julie. Home just declared itself a neutral party, and so the vote can’t be counted either way. On to Howardson!

JULIE: Yes! Howdy! Our last hope!

FRANK: He may have terrible taste in company, but he’s a sensible businessman. Poppy and Home have let me-

JULIE: Us!

FRANK: -us down, but surely Howdy will back us up. 

BARNABY: [faux-serious tone, knows something they don’t] Absolutely. Without a doubt.

-

[store bell chimes]

HOWDY: Howdy-do - [brief pause, a tinge of surprise] everyone! My my, what brings the entire neighborhood to my bountiful bodega? Finally decided to clean me out for good?

BARNABY: [snorts] With how fast you restock? I think I’d break my funnybone!

FRANK: We have important business.

HOWDY: [mildly curious] Do we? That’s news to me! But I’m letting you know now that I don’t deal in bugs, Frankly. It’d be hypocritical. 

FRANK: Believe me, I wish I were here to talk insects. Unfortunately, I need to settle a score. Mr. Dear, if you would?

EDDIE: If I would what?

SALLY: [stage-whisper] Barnabello gave you the, ah, parcel earlier?

EDDIE: The…? Oh! Oh, right - I have it right here, just… give me a second… which pocket…? There we go.

[sound of a small, hard candy placed on the countertop] 

HOWDY: A carmul all for me? You shouldn’t have! No, really, you shouldn’t have. I’m on the clock.

BARNABY: [loud bark of laughter] I knew I could count on you, pal! So what’s the tally, Frankie?

[Frank mutters something inaudible]

BARNABY: What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me bein’ right!

FRANK: [explosive] You’re all wrong! The correct pronunciation is caramel, CARAMEL! You’re all - you’re all just - heathens! Heathens, I say! I’m taking my company elsewhere! 

EDDIE: Mr. Frankly…

JULIE: [overlapping, following] Aw, c’mon Frank! 

[the door jingles. Julie and Frank’s hushed arguing in the doorway underlies the dialogue]

HOWDY: It sounds like I missed quite the context! Mind filling me in?

BARNABY: That was pretty much it; a real potato potahto argument.

HOWDY: If you say so, Barn. Speaking of potahtos-

[the background argument abruptly cuts off, the door jingles again as it's closed]

FRANK: [rapidly rejoining the group] Hold it! You don’t really say potahto, do you?

BARNABY: [under breath] Here we go again…

SALLY: [deeply amused] Where on Earth did you pick up such a butchered pronunciation? I must have missed the sign on my tour down from the heavens.

EDDIE: [baffled, underlying the dialogue] I’ve never heard anyone say it that way.

JULIE: Oh! Is it a joke? Like, Barnaby says potato-potahto, and then you jokingly say potahto to make us laugh? 

HOWDY: It’s not a joke. That’s how it’s said.

FRANK: [genuinely disturbed] No - no one says that. It’s potato.

HOWDY: Well I say potahto, thank you very much! And if you ever want one from my store again, you’d do well to accept that.

[Various grumbles of reluctant acceptance]

HOWDY: Good. Now, can I get any of you a refreshing drink after such a squall? You must be parched! 

WALLY: I wouldn’t mind a glass of mulk.

[Horrified silence. A pin drop would be deafening]

[Sudden uproarious and overlapping argument]

#consider this a low budget dollar store fanfic #didnt want to write an actual fic so Just The Dialogue Works Fine #anyway ive never tried to write a script-adjacent Anything so have mercy on me #i dont know what im doing ever! im having fun anyways! #and for the record! im team carmul #well all pronunciations are valid in my book but i say carmul #always have always will dont know why dont know how #my parents tried to make me say it 'caramel' growing up and uhhh No <3 #its fuckin carmul to me. To Me. #i dont say potahto tho. who the fuck does that who isnt a 50s mob boss in jersey #if a 50s mob boss in jersey is reading this: you'll never catch me alive #absolutely unprompted #welcome home #hmmm i should have a writing tag at this point #yk what ill just reuse - wait no i cant reuse the one from my dc sideblog #oh fuck it we'll stay on theme #snippets from the bog #yeah this little writing thing has been in my docs for like. #checking my nonexistent watch here. mmmmmmdont know. a while #and im slightly terrified to post! #its one thing posting art - posting any sort of writing is like breaking your ribs open with a crab cracker #and saying Hi! Have A Taste! I Hope My Viscera Isn't Completely Disgusting! #my god i hope they're at least acceptably in character. im trying im trying #i hope this gives someone a laugh! #or at least a hearty Chortle #or... blowing air through your nose in amusement. yes

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Anon request - "can you PLEASEE give us something super smutty, super kinky, halloween themed either both sam and colby or just colby. kinda like the halloween one you did for sam?"

Basically, this will be reader at a Halloween party and they decide to mess with an ouija board and Colby gets attached to reader, but doesn't reveal himself until reader is home.

Warnings: SMUT18+, Strong language, alcohol consumption, drunk actions, demon! Colby possesses reader, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both), choking, hair pulling, scratching, filth

Word count: 4.7k | somewhat edited

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“Alright guys.” Ray says as he claps to get everyone’s attention, “Halloween game time.”

You walk into the living room, shocked at what you see, "No." You hold up your hand, pointing to the board lying in the middle of the circle, "No. fucking. Way."

The group groans, trying to convince you, "Come on, you really believe in that?" One says. Another chimes in, "It's all fake anyway."

You roll your eyes, "You have no idea what you're messing with. Plus, you all are fucking drunk."

"Come on." Your best friend, Amelia grabs your wrist as you stand up, "You don't have to touch it, but just stay with me.." she laughs slightly, "Moral support."

"You know this could get bad. Fast." You whisper as you lean in, “I am always saying how these things are a bad idea.”

“Can you please just stay.” She more or less demands, and you lean into her, squinting, "You're scared, aren’t you?”

She scoffs, "N-no.. u just.. can you just please?"

You sigh, "Fine. Fine. But I'm not touching that thing."

You sit there, watching as the guys across from you argue about how to get started.

"How do you- where's the instructions?"

You sigh, "You're supposed to cleanse the board first, and it would be better if you would stop-" you watch as someone spills alcohol on the board and you sigh, "Drinking."

"Lighten up, y/n." Sam says nudging you, "What? Are you afraid that we'll let all the dark spirits in?" He laughs, "Hell is empty tonight. So.." he leans over, "Can't summon something if it's already here, right?"

You rolled your eyes, you felt like the only sober one there.

"Alright, everyone, one finger on.. this thing." Ray says pointing to the pointer, "oh, and someone kill the lights."

You close your eyes one the lights flick off and everyone but you puts a finger on the pointer.

"Just do it."

You look at Amelia, "Did you say something?" She shakes her head, "No." you look over at Sam, "Did you say something?" He shakes his head, "No." a smirk grows on his face, "Hearing things already?"

You roll your eyes and sigh, "Fine. Fine." You lean forward, laying your pointer finger on the pointer, "Fuck me."

"Trust me.."

You close your eyes, shaking your head. You regret even being at this party.

You want to take your finger off the pointer but you physically can't.

It's like it's glued there.

Stuck.

"If there is any spirits here, we'd like to talk." Jace says with a slight laugh and you tilt your head as you stare at him.

"Jace, you have to ask nicely. They need to feel safe." You say looking up at him, "We welcome the friendly, positive spirits to talk to us."

The pointer starts to move, "Oh shit." Sam looks up, "Yo, who's doing that?" Sam laughs slightly, "That's not funny."

Everyone denies.

It moves to H then slides over to the I.

"Hi?" You all say in unison, "Hello."

You look at Amelia, "Ask it something." She goes wide eyed, "Are you fucking nuts?"

You sigh, "Fine. I'll do it. What is your name?"

The pointer starts moving, going to C.

Then O.

Then L.

Then E.

"Cole? Is your name Cole?" You ask and it slides to YES.

"Are you a demon?" Jace asks and you all look at him. You shake your head, "You don't-"

The pointer slides to MAYBE, making everyone shut up.

You try to take your finger off but it still feels stuck, and you hear a quiet whisper, "Stay."

"You can't just ask shit like that, Jace." Ray says, "Are you stupid!?"

"What? Are you scared?" Jace says with a laugh, "You said you don't believe in this shit."

The pointer moves, sliding to the letters A, S, K.

“This isn’t supposed to move on its own… right?” Amelia asks quietly as she looks over at you. You shrug and look over at Sam.

"Ask?" Sam whispers, "How many of you are there?"

The pointer moves to 1.

"So it has to be just one." Amelia looks at you and back to the board, "Are you Cole?"

“That was already asked.” Jace says with an eye roll, but the pointer slides to YES, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks and before you can correct his question, the pointer moves to each letter that spells out your name.

“Y/n..”

"Fuck no. No!" You yank your hand away, "Who did that?" You look around and they all shrug, "I'm serious. Who fucking did that?" Your voice is in a high pitch and you sigh, "I’m done."

You stand up but you get dizzy and stumble backwards. Amelia and Sam stand up, holding onto you.

"Whoa, you alright?" Sam looks down at you, concern on his face, "y/n."

"I’m not gonna hurt you."

You shake your head slightly, "Yeah." You stand up straight, "I'm fine." You smooth out your costume and walk to the bathroom, Amelia on your tail, "What happened?"

You stop, whipping around, "What do you mean what happened? Those idiot fucks moved it to scare me because I didn't want to do it."

"Then why did you?" She holds her hands out and shrugs.

"I felt like I had to." You look at her, "Like something was telling me to."

She walks up to you, laughing slightly, "that's called peer pressure, y/n."

"It wasn't.." you sigh, knowing you're just wasting your breath, "Yeah.. you're probably right." You look up as she walks into the bathroom and you see a shadow standing at the end of the hall.

"Jace? Ray? Sam? Come on guys this isn't funny." You slowly walk towards the shadow, preparing yourself for one of them to lunge at you with a 'boo'.

"You okay?" Sam peaks his head around the corner from in the living room and you look at him. Your eyes move back to where the shadow was, and it's gone.

"Yeah, I'm just seeing shit now." You sigh, "I thought you'd never fuck with an ouija board, Sam."

He shrugs, "Peer pressure."

"That's what I said!" Amelia says in a sing song tone as she walks back into the living room. Sam looks you up and down, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah, that'll do that to you when your name is spelled on one of those things." You laugh slightly, "I just don't-"

"Listen." Sam walks up to you, "It was probably just Jace or Ray playing a stupid prank. I'm sure it wasn't anything. They didn't even do it right."

You shrug, "If I go missing, I'm blaming them."

Sam laughs and looks back the group in the living room, "Come on, I'll drive you home."

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It kept replaying in your head. The pointer moving to each letter. The shocked and scared expressions from everyone.

They couldn't fake the genuine shock, especially with majority of them being drunk.

"Do you think it was real?" You ask looking over at Sam in the drivers seat. He shrugs and rests his elbow on the center console, "I mean, maybe.. but like I said, they didn't do it right. So if anything were to happen, it'll probably be to them."

He laughs and you sigh, "I'm serious Sam. When I was going to the bathroom, I swear I saw something in the hallway, just standing there."

"I'm sure it was just that stupid fake tree that Leah got Jace to buy. I'm sure it was nothing but your imagination feeding off your fear."

You nod, "Yeah, you're probably right." You laugh at yourself, "I'm such a scaredy cat on Halloween."

He looks over at you as he pulls into the driveway, "Yeah. You're telling me." He rolls his eyes playfully and laughs.

You look at the door to your house, "Do you wanna come hang out for a little bit, just until I'm not scared?"

He turns the car off, "Yeah, I can."

You make your way inside and as you open the door, you see the same shadow you saw in the hallway of Jace's apartment standing over by the door to your kitchen.

You quickly flip the lights on and it's gone.

"That shadow was there again." You point and Sam moves in between you and the door, "Stay here." He goes to check it out, coming back out a few minutes later, "No one is here."

You shut the door and sigh, "I knew that was a bad idea. I should have next touched that thing."

"You know, I heard stories or people burning them or throwing them out and they reappear in the spot they were in last." Sam walks to the couch, plopping down and you just glare at him, "Not helping."

"You don't have one of those here do you?" Sam looks back to you and you shake your head, "Hell fucking no."

"Then you should be good." Sam laughs and turns back to the tv.

"I'm going to go for a shower. I'll be back down." You make your way up stairs, undoing the corset on your costume and taking a deep breath.

You move around the room, looking over your shoulder when you feel like someone is watching you, "Sam?" You call out as you walk out into the hallway.

"Still on the couch." He yells back and you laugh slightly, "Alright."

You walk back into your room and close your door as you finish getting undressed when you suddenly feel frozen.

You can't move.

You move your eyes around, trying not to freak out.

"Relax, babe."

"Mm." You whimper as your lips are pressed shut. You feel a hand drag up your back, "I'm not going to hurt you."

A man walks around your left side, stopping when he gets infront of you.

You couldn't lie, he was hot, but you were more worried on how he got into your house. Past Sam on the couch.

"If I let you go, will you stay quiet?" The man asks as he brushes your cheek.

You try to nod, but you can't, "Mhm."

You feel your body relax and you sigh, "How the fu-"

"Lower.. your voice." He walks around and presses his chest against your back, "Don't you want to know who I am?"

"N-no." You hesitate because you were intrigued by him, but you also didn't want to die.

"You won't die, baby."

You look over your shoulder at him confused. He chuckles, "I can read your mind, so that means I also know that you find me intriguing, but you're still scared."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Cole, but I go by Colby. Or-" he laughs, "did. I did go by Colby before.. ya know."

Your eyes go wide, "So that was real?"

"What the ouija board?" He nods, "Oh yeah, that was all me."

"You spelled out my name. Why?" You turn to face him, "Why me?"

"Because I like you. Your energy intrigues me as well." He runs his fingers along the open seams of your costumes, "Why don't you pick up where you left off, yeah?"

You bite your lip, multiple things going through your head.

He sighs, "Alright. I'll answer those questions because you're giving me a headache." He chuckles and steps back, "My name is Colby, or Cole. I am in fact a demon, and I died when I was twenty four, but that conversation is for another time."

You blink, trying to comprehend what he just said.

"And yes. That was me controlling you, I can honestly make you do anything I want you to, but if you're a good girl and do as I say, I won't have to." He winks and walks over to the bed, plopping down onto his side.

"How.. I mean.." you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. You sigh and look up at him, "I thought demons had horns and black eyes or other creepy features.."

Colby chuckles, "I have horns, yes. But like what I said about making you do things, i can make you see things, too."

As you stare at him, his image flashes in your mind and you see him with horns and his blue eyes are black. You blink and look back at him and he's normal looking.

"Crazy right?" He sighs and heaves himself forward to sit up, "I can walk amongst the living, just like this and I can even control more than one person.. if I wanted to."

"Why are you here?" You cross your arms, feeling a chill run down your spine as he walks up to you. He looks into your eyes and they flash quickly from blue to black, "Because you want me here."

"I don't remember ordering a demon off Uber Eats." You snap and he laughs, "You're funny and pretty? Jackpot."

He walks around you, his hand sending a tingle through your shoulder as he touches it, "The devil himself would love you. You know why?"

"Why?" You slowly turn your head to meet his gaze and he smirks, "Because you portray yourself as an angel, but really you're just as nasty as me."

Your heart beat picks up pace and it makes Colby smirk, "You don't have to be nervous, darling." He tucks hair behind your ear and sighs, "I won't hurt you. Not unless you want me to."

He winks and you feel a warmth spreading over your body.

"What do you want from me?" You chew on your inner cheek and he stares into your eyes, "What I want from you right now, is for these clothes to come off."

Your hands move to finish taking off your costume, leaving yourself naked infront of him.

"You're such a treasure." He licks his lips and steps towards you, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I-I don't-"

Colby cuts you off, "I can read your thoughts, baby. But that's not enough for me. I need to hear you say it."

You clench your jaw, trying to keep the thoughts out, but you couldn't. They were strong and you didn't know where they were coming from.

"Are you putting these thoughts into my head?" You look up at him and he shakes his head, "I am not. That's all you, baby."

You're shocked. Shocked because you're so turned on by him when you really should be petrified.

"There's no reason to be afraid of me, baby. The only people I hurt is people that deserve it, and you my dear, are far from deserving of that." He smiles, "I'm here to serve you, if you will."

"Serve me?" You swallow, "What do-"

He cuts you off with his lips on yours and you immediately become his. You can't explain it, but it feels like you belong to him.

His hands move into your hips, warming the skin as he squeezes, "Fuck." He leans back and shakes his head, "Tell me you need me."

"I need you." You whimper out quietly.

He tilts his head, "do you?"

You nod, "Yes." You felt like it was him making you say that, but he assures you it's not.

You pull him back into you, kissing his lips only to pull away when there's a knock on your door, "Y/n? You good?" Sam jiggles the door knob, but you don't remember locking the door.

"I locked it." Colby makes you look at him and his eyes flash black, causing you to stare into them as he speaks, "Tell him you're going to bed."

"I'm going to bed."

"Oh... alright. Well I'm just going to crash on your couch if that's okay." Sam says from in the hallway.

You look over at Colby and he nods.

"Yeah, no that's fine, Sam." You bite your lip, "Goodnight."

"Yeah.. night.." he walks away mumbling to himself and Colby appears in front of you, "Now let me show you something cool."

He stares at you and you feel a pleasure sensation slowly consume you. You furrow your brows, taking a deep breath as you try not to moan.

"Let it out baby, don't fight it." Colby whispers and you moan almost instantly.

Colby smirks, waking around your body, "I can make you feel things without even touching you." You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering close as you feel the feeling you get right before you're about to cum.

And then it stops.

You whimper, sad the feeling is gone.

"Don't worry baby. We have all night. Well." He looks at the clock on your wall and shrugs, "At least until midnight, so we better get to it yeah?"

You look at the clock that reads eleven twelve, "why midnight?"

"We can leave hell empty all night, baby. But let's not worry about that right now." He pulls you to him, lifting you up and your legs wrap around his waist.

He walks you over to the bed, "Spread your legs for me, I haven't tasted pussy in years." He kisses down your body and you bite your lip as gets closer to your clit.

You arch your back, moaning out as his tongue drags up between your folds, "Fuck." You look down at him and his eyes flash black, his voice ringing in your ears as his tongue laps at your pussy, "Don't cum until I tell you to cum."

You nod, closing your eyes as you lay your head back, whimpering out his name.

His voice rings in your ears again, "Say my name, baby."

"Colby.. fuck, yes, Colby." You arch your back, moaning out as your hand slides to his hair, pulling slightly which earns a moan from him.

You look back down at him, biting your lip as you lock eyes with him.

You freeze when you feel the feeling of two fingers slip into you, but his hands are still on your hips, digging his nails into your skin.

Your eyes roll back and you let out a loud groan, "Oh my god."

Colby pulls away, "God's not here baby. You're dancing with the devil tonight."

His words make your lips part and the feeling of being finger fucked heightens. Colby watches you as he controls how you feel.

Your legs start to shake as you approach orgasm, but Colby is holding you back from it, "a little longer baby. Can you do that for me?"

You nod quickly, gasping as his hand moves to rub circles onto your clit, "Tell me."

"I-I can.. I can.. I can.." You needed to cum, and you needed to cum bad, "Please? Please Colby."

"Please Colby what, baby?" He watches as you look up at him, "please let me cum."

He smirks and sighs, "Since you asked nicely." He bites his lip, tilting his head as he pulls his hand away, "Cum."

Your body explodes with pleasure. Your thighs press together and you're pulling the sheets off of the mattresses.

The best orgasm you've ever had.

"I take pride in that, baby. Thank you." He leans down, kissing your lips as you breathe heavy, "I'm only here to give you the absolute best pleasure you'll ever get."

You smirk up at him, in awe of his power, "Don't ever leave."

He chuckles and stands back up, "I wish, but if you only knew what it's like down there. Devil runs a strict schedule."

You can't help but laugh and his face goes serious, "I'm not kidding."

Your smile disappears and he can't help but laugh, "Nah, I'm just playing. But I will be back. I can tell you that right now." He slips his shirt off and starts to undo the belt on his jeans, "you won't ever get rid of me."

And you were weirdly okay with that.

You bit your lip as you watch the demon before you undress and walk over to you.

"On your knees, baby."

Your body moves from the bed and drops to the floor, "Not fair."

"Never said I was." He grips your chin and forces you to look up at him, "You can always tell me to stop. But I know you don't want me to."

"No." You whisper and he tilts his head, "No what, baby?"

"Don't stop."

He chuckles, "That's what I thought." He takes his hand away and you part your lips, waiting for the head of his cock to enter.

He lets out a low, deep moan as you work your head down onto his cock, bobbing it and hallowing out your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're better than i ever imagined." He lays a hand on the back of your head and you feel that finger fuck feeling again. You moan around his cock and close your eyes.

"Eyes on me, baby."

You look up at him, whimpering as you feel the pleasure work its ways up your body, legs shaking below you.

"Such a beautiful sight." Colby groans, "fuck, yeah. Keep going." His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling tight as he pushes your head down more.

You gag around him and he pulls your head off, eyes flashing black, "Stand up."

The pleasure stops completely as you rise to your feet, obeying his order.

"Get on your hands and knees." He nods towards the bed and you comply, walking over to the bed and bending over for him.

He walks up behind you, bringing his hand up to let it fall with a quick smack to your one asscheek. You wince, biting your lip, "Do it again."

Colby chuckles, "Since when did you become the one in charge?"

You clench your jaw and look back at him and his eyes flash black, "You won't be able to cum until I say you can." He winks, flashing you a smirk before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, "How's that?"

You roll your eyes and he gasps, "Are we catching an attitude? Last time I checked.." He reaches up and grabs your hair, pulling your head back and looking down at you, "You weren't the demon in this situation, now, not another word until I tell you."

You bite down on your lip, whimper as you feel his fingers slide up and down your slit, "You're soaked, darling, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds."

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds, slowly pushes past them, "Fuck." You rest your head down on the bed, moaning out loudly.

"That's it." Colby groans as he pushes his hips against your ass. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you back and holding you on him, listening to each moan and whimper that slips through your lips.

"Let's hear em, babe." He slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in, hard. You gasp, moaning loudly he keeps a slow and hard pace, "You sound so pretty."

You grip the sheets, pulling as you try and push back, but you're frozen again, all you can do is moan, hoping he lets you speak.

"You wanna speak, baby?" He taunts, "you wanna tell me how good my cock feels?"

You whimper in response, clenching around his cock and he sigh, "Alright baby. Tell me how good you feel."

"So fucking good." You scream out, "please.." you whimper, "Please don't stop."

"I won't, darling, but you have me so close already." He brings a hand down, slapping the skin of your asscheek, "You are fucking.." he groans and squeezes your ass, railing into you.

"Hands behind your back and keep them there."

Your hands move, laying on your lower back like they're tied together, a moaning, unraveling mess under his control.

And you loved it.

"I knew you couldn't turn me away." Colby moans out, laying a hand over your wrists and holding them, using them to pull you back into his thrusts, "Do you want to be choked?"

"Yes, but I want you to touch me." You squeeze your eyes shut and lift your head slightly as you feel his hand slide up your body and around to the front of your neck.

He pulls you up so you're on your knees, "No one has ever had this much power over me." He whispers in your ear, "No one."

You smirk slightly at both his words and his hand squeezing your neck.

"Such a dirty girl, I know exactly where you're going when it's your time." He thrusts into you, his thrusts quickly getting sloppy, "And I'll be waiting for you."

You moan and tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder, "Colby." You whimper out, "P-please."

He smirks, "Words, baby. I need you to use your words."

"Let me cum.." you moan out, "P-pl-" he squeezes your neck tighter, cutting off your words. He runs his nose up and down your cheek, "If you cum, that means you're mine. No one else's."

A squeak slips from your throat, "Y-yes."

"I mean it." He bites down on your ear lobe, "I know you have a crush on Sam.." you bite down on your lip and he sighs, "But I guess he can suffice when I'm not able to come to you right away."

Your eyes go wide and Colby chuckles, "I'm just kidding. He touches you and I'll snap his fucking neck."

You can't help but moan as you clench around him, “No one but you.” You whisper out, “P-please Colby.”

“Do you mean it?” His thrusts are slow, as he’s trying not to cum himself, “Be honest with me baby.”

Instantly, “Yes, yes, only you. Only you.”

He glances at the wall and tsks his tongue, “Gotta go soon baby. Lay on your back for me.”

You roll over after he pulls out and he immediately slides back into you, a moan pulled from your lips. Colby brushes hair from your face, staring down at you as you look up at him.

You see his natural look flash and a smile grows on his face, “It’s the horns right?”

You bite your lip and nod and he chuckles, “Yeah. Maybe next time I’ll wear em for ya.” He winks and begins to thrusts again, biting down on his lower lip as he watches your face scrunch up.

“C-Colby, please.” Your legs wrap around his waist and your nails drag up his back, forming red lines, “Fuck.”

He says nothing as he watches you beg for him.

You let out a whine, laying a hand on his cheek, “Please.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours before leaning just an inch away, “Cum.”

Your back arches up, a pornographic moan ripping from your lips as your orgasm tears its way through your body.

Colby moans with you, as he fills you with his cum, “that’s it baby. Let it all out.” He watches you twist and turn, trying to get yourself under control, but you quickly realize that you’ll never be in control with Colby.

“Alright, relax, darling.”

You rest into the bed as your chest rises and falls quickly as the dizziness fills your head.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, baby. Don’t go too far.” Colby chuckles and when you open your eyes, you’re alone.

You sit up, pulling a blanket around yourself as you frown at the clock on the wall that reads midnight.

You shake your head, wondering if this actually happened or if it was all just an alcohol induced dream, but the quick settling pain in your legs as you stand up, makes it known to you that it’s definitely a reality and not a dream.

You look in the mirror, laughing slightly as you find yourself missing Colby.

You swore you’d never touch a Oujia board, but now, you’re kinda, in a very weird way, happy you did.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

This is kinda short in my opinion, so sorry about that! But I have ideas for a part 2 on this! I have many many requests that I’m going to try and power through, so part 2’s will be on hold for right now!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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[hightwers]

TEACHER'S PET ─── ANAKIN SKYWALKER

summary: anakin skywalker, sorry the teacher's aide anakin skywalker. teachers and students aren't supposed to be this close, right? it's a bad idea, right?

warnings: smut, gaslighting, coercion and manipulation. themes of student/teacher relationships are present. mdni, 16+. fem reader, usage of the word cunt, cock, pussy, etc. talking you through an orgasm.

Everyone knew Mr. Skywalker; he was the young teacher's aide. He was fairly young, couldn't have been more than 23.

And he was kind, charismatic, and helpful. He was often seen helping other students during office hours, staying late to grade and correct assignments.

It was said that he had a favorite student, but that's neither here nor there.

It was the first time she had failed a test. A big one. Fuck. This was avoidable had she actually taken the time to study.

And she didn't. Instead she decided to fuck around and get drunk with several people from her class. To be fair, it had been fun in the moment.

And much to her dismay, Mr Skywalker had asked her to stay after class.

Not wanting to leave anyone hanging, she did.

"Hey! I didn't think you'd stay! Cool, as you know Matt didn't stay today, sorry about that, it really should be him talking to you about your exam," he apologizes profusely as if that makes the situation better.

She sits there, quiet, and nodding along. "No, I mean its fine, you're his aide, you know just as much as he does,"

"Right, right, right," he says with a laugh. "So, what's up? You never score anything lower than a 94, and this time you have a 37, what happened?"

Ah there's the question. "And I understand that things happen, but are you okay? Everything okay at home? Was the material too difficult?"

She shakes her head. "No, I just... Long weekend, didn't prepare enough,"

He nods in understanding. "Well, you are young, so," he laughs understandingly. "We'll give you a retest, just come back in a week. Study the material, if you can't understand it, come find me and we'll work on it together, yeah?"

She nods. "Thank you Mr Skywalker," she replied with a slight smile.

"Anakin, we're not in class at the moment," he corrected.

Her smile widened. "No, I suppose we're not," she agrees, her fingers intertwine with her own.

"You know, you don't have to take the retest, there's. . . something else you could do," he offers hesitantly.

She perks up. "What's that?"

His eyes glimmer with excitement and he presses his lips together. "Oh, its uh nothing, nevermind,"

She deflated just a little. "Aw, what's the matter? It's not like you need a friend, right?"

He shifts uncomfortably in a chair. "Uh no, but really, its fine,"

She moved closer to him and leans over his desk. "Why? Its not like I'm gonna beg to suck you off," she joked. "Unless you ask me to,"

His eyes glimmer. "I'm not sure that's an appropriate. . . suggestion," he whispers. "But. . ."

She rises from her chair. "But?" she asked, leaning against the desk, sitting on the edge.

He glanced at her. "If. . . " he begins and shakes his head. "No, its not right," he muttered to himself.

She glanced at him. "I'll do anything," she whispers. "I swear, please,"

He shakes his head. "Morally its just not right," he says. "You understand, right?"

"Mr Skywalker," she pleads. "I'll do anything,"

His lips quirk at her comment. "Anything?" he asked.

She nodded.

"On your knees, sweet girl," he whispers and his eyes flicker with excitement as she does. "You have to be quiet sweet girl," he whispers.

The pet name fills her with a warm feeling, it courses through her as she kneels in front of him, her hands reach for the buckle on his pants and he swats her hand away. "Patience is a virtue, Darling," he whispers.

She moved closer to him, carefully unbuckling his pants and belt, tugging his pants down slightly, and leaving him in his boxers.

There's a tent in his pants, aroused to the point of wincing when her fingers brush him through the thin cloth. "God," he moans softly.

She's pleased with the reaction and her hand slides into the briefs, her fingers rubbing at the slit on the head of his cock, causing a soft and low moan to escape his lips.

A part of her knows that she needs to stop, that she needs to draw a line but the other part of her knows that she'll never have this opportunity again.

Her hands make the motion to tug the boxers down, leaving him standing at attention and then it hits her. "I should stop," she whispers.

He shakes his head. "No, please, don't stop," he begged softly. "We don't have to talk after, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to,"

She looks at him, he looks desperate and he's shaking from all the feelings stirring within him; she falls to her knees again and pressed a kiss to his tip, swirling her tongue around him.

Her mouth engulfs him, her hand working whatever doesn't fit in her mouth. She allows herself a small laugh as his fingers tangled in her hair, grasping and tugging at it as he raked his fingers through her scalp. "Please," he pleads.

She groans around his cock as he begins to thrust himself into her throat, she controls his pace with her hand and head. She can tell that Anakin was trying to keep his moans and groans to himself as she rakes her teeth along his cock. His sharp intake of breath spears through her like a jolt of electricity down her spine and throughout her body as she licks the bead of his salty seed.

Anakin makes the mistake of looking down, her eyes were on him as she works his length with one hand, her full lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around him and he nearly whimpered from the sensation.

She enjoys watching him in this desperate state. He's basically whimpering for her at this point and the minute its all over, with his seed dripping from the corner of her lips, she pulled away from him, her throat raw and abused from how his shaft forced itself down her throat.

He's begging her to keep this a secret, begging her to never speak of it again.

She won't, but she'll never forget how he begged her to, and how he promised her that she'd never speak to him again.

It was a one time thing, just to get her grade up, right...?

authors note: part two? let me know!! this was also... taking me forever to write. this originally started as a concept on tiktok because of @ioveanakin's edit.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #saia's library. #saia's thirsty thots. #hayden christensen smut. #saia writes things. #saia's anakin.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Red vs. Orange

𖤐Pairing: Ferrari Fan! Alex x McLaren Fan! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐AN: I’m an Formula One girly and I felt like Alex likes to watch the F1 races with his wife

𖤐Warnings: fluff, yelling, language, married couple, betting, flirting, kissing, kind of a short fic today

𖤐Summary: Alex is a Ferrari fan and his wife on the other hand is a McLaren fan

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Alex looks at himself in his wife's full body mirror, in his Ferrari merch, he runs downstairs to the living room to turn on the TV but he hears the Formula One theme start. He was confused and came around the corner seeing his wife in her McLaren merch.

"What is that?" Alex asks.

"What is what?" She asked, looking at him from her phone.

"What are you wearing?"

"Clothes."

"No, why aren't you wearing the Ferrari merch, I bought you?"

"What? Alex, you know I'm not on Team Ferrari. I'm born and raised a McLaren fan." She says, looking back down at her phone.

"But I thought we both agree that every Sunday, we would switch teams? Today is Ferrari next week is McLaren."

"No, we did, but come on...I'm a McLaren girl and always a McLaren girl."

"Yeah, right, you like Ferrari." He says, sitting next to her.

"Sometimes," she shrugs, putting her phone down.

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure...what do you have in mind?" She asked, looking up at him.

"I will bet you $50 that Charles will get a place above Lando."

"Okay, and I bet $50 if Lando gets higher than Charles," she smiles. Alex put his hand out and Y/n smiled and shook his hand.

"You got yourself a deal, angel," Alex smirks.

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The couple watches in race very intensely. Alex was leaning over his lap, hands on his knees watching as Charles was getting passed by Oscar (Lando's teammate).

"NO! FUCKING COME ON!!" Alex yells as Y/n was leaning back watching Lando 5 places above Charles.

"STAY THERE OSCAR!" She yells back at the TV.

"There is now a red flag, Aston Martin driver Lance Stroll and Williams driver Alex Albon have crashed into each other, drivers are now getting stuck behind the safety car as both cars and drivers are being escorted off the track."

"God fucking dammit," Alex says as he leans back against the couch.

Y/n turns to him, her leg over his and her hand touching his chest.

"Hey, no hard feelings right," she says with a smirk on her face.

"The race isn't over yet. We still have 8 laps left, Charles can still get up there," Alex says, patting her thigh.

"Mmhmm~" she hums and gets off the couch to go dumb her cold coffee.

"You ready to lose, angel?" Alex says as the race had started up again and some of the drivers were unlapping themselves.

"You ready to give me $50?" she asked, sitting next to him.

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Alex was left stud on the couch as his wife was playing the 'Let's go Lando' song. She easily won $50 from her husband. Alex's mouth fell open.

"I not betting with you again," he says.

"Yes, you will, you do it every time. LET'S GO LANDO!!" She yells.

Alex watched her having fun and singing the annoying song.

"Cough it up, Alex," she says, putting her hand out and Alex grabs his wallet giving her 50 dollars.

"I have five, tens." She yanks the dollars from him.

"That works," she says walking to her wallet putting the money inside her own wallet.

"Goddamn," he cusses again.

"Aww don't worry honey, you'll win one day."

"Oh I've won before, you boys still haven't gotten first place yet."

"They've gotten close," Y/n crosses her arms over her chest.

"Doesn't matter," Alex says.

"Your just mad, I won the bet," she pokes at his chest.

"Definitely not," he smirks.

"We'll see about that...anyways," Y/n starts removing her hair from her low ponytail and was going to the master bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower...care to join?" She asked as she took off her McLaren hoodie exposing her bare breasts.

"Oh fuck yeah," he smirks.

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Monaco Grand Prix

Alex had managed to get tickets for the Formula One Monaco race. Alex held Y/n's hand as they went to find their seats. Y/n was in a white sundress with small flowers decorated all over the dress.

Alex wore a Ferrari hat to represent his favorite Team and Y/n wore a McLaren hat.

They found their seats and Alex placed his hand on her thigh. Y/n was excited, this was Y/n's VERY FIRST Formula One race, she's always wanted to go one, but could never because she didn't have the money for it, but when Alex got them tickets for Monaco, of course she was super excited.

"This is amazing," she says and Alex smiles knowing he made his wife happy.

"I'm glad you're happy, angel."

"Thank you," she leans forward and kisses his lips.

"Of course."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #alex keller x reader #alex keller cod #alex keller #alex keller x you

[rinrinx2]

House Husband

Kakucho x reader

Summary: You have it all being a successful business woman, a beautiful baby and a husband who spends his time looking after the home. The best part about having house husband is when he takes care of you after a long day at work.

Warnings: Inappropriate language, Mature themes, Smut, Orgasm, Slice of life

Request by: @lovelygeniegirl1012

"Have a good day at work" Kakucho said as he placed a kiss upon your forehead, before you left for work.

Kakucho watched as you walked out the door carrying your brief case, filled with work that you were complaining about completing, causing a smile to form on Kakucho's face at the memory of your irritated face looking at paperwork.

Once the door shut, Kakucho's attention mind snapped back into reality, remembering all the work he himself had to complete for the day.

Quickly Kakucho walked over to your shared bedroom where a sleeping Haruhi lie on your bed.

"Good morning Haru" Kakuchou whispered, causing the two year old girl to groan in her sleep.

As much as she looked like Kakucho, she was much like you in personality, which would include not being a morning person.

Kakucho giggled at his daughter reaction, glancing at his phone to see a message from Izana appear.

MybestfriendintheworldIzana: We'll be helping out at the orphanage home next week Thursday. Don't forget Kaku! IM WARNING YOU!

Kakucho's attention shifted from his daughter to his phone reading the message, causing his eyes to roll.

Hitto Kakucho a now 27-year-old man, was married with his first child as well as working part time for one of the biggest charities in all of Japan - Tenjiku.

But even with all these credits his favorite one was being a house-husband. When he told people that his wife worked while he stayed at home majority of the time, cooking, cleaning and tending to his child, they would call him a wife-man. But these people just didn't understand the joys of being a house-husband.

He was able to prepare every meal with love, he was able to spend as much time with his daughter savoring every moment of her childhood and the best part was when you came home all frustrated from work and he'd fuck you till the only thought comprehensible in your mind was his cock.

This was the way of the house-husband Kakucho, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"How was work?" Kakucho asked as you entered your apartment.

"It was crazy today, someone's files were missing and then the account shareholders came over for a meeting but no one was prepared" you said as you were reaching for your shoes taking them off.

"I'm sorry for your bad day baby, but I am making curry rice which can turn any frown upside down" Kakuchou said as he smiled over at you.

You looked at your husband that dawned a massive grin, that always caused your heart to skip a beat. The smile that caused you to fall in love with him all over again.

You began to slowly walking over to the kitchen where Kakucho was stirring away at the curry he was preparing.

"Smells delicious" you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist, peering your head to side watching as he cooked.

"Oh really" Kakucho asked with a teasing tone.

"Of course it is, you have that secret sauce you put in don't you" you answered biting your lip slightly.

"I'll put some of my secret sauce in yo-" but before Kakucho could finish his sentence a loud cry was heard, from another room, causing the cooking Kaku to let out a snicker.

"Seems like the by product of your secret sauce is awake" you said with a laugh, gently slapping your husband's arm as you walked in the direction that the sound came from.

When you reached the room, you saw your two year old daughter standing in her crib arms already reaching out towards you.

"Hey pretty girl" you said as you reached into the crib taking her out, now holding her in your arms.

"Looks like someone seems hungry" you said as you walked back into the kitchen, about to prepare a bottle of milk to satiate your daughters needs.

Kakucho watched you, even in your tired state still being a caring mother, and a wonderful wife.

After dinner you had gone straight to your room to begin on some work which was due tomorrow, while Kakucho made sure that your daughter was bathed and put to bed. He enjoyed this nightly routine, giving you space to complete what you needed to do while he spent occupied your daughter's last few hours of this day, ensuring that all his attention would be on you afterwards.

"Haruhi out like a light" Kakucho commented as he walked into your shared bedroom, with his sleeves rolled up and hands still slightly damp from Haruhi's bath.

Kakucho watched as your attention was fixed on the laptop, typing away with all the concentration in the world. So, preoccupied by your actions you didn't even feel the dip in the bed as he sat beside you now.

"My wife going to give me some attention?" Kakucho asked as his arms began to snake around your waist.

"In a moment Kaku" you said, keeping your eyes still locked on the laptop screen.

But Kakucho could not wait any longer. His one hand reached for your laptop while the other remained around your waist. With a loud thump he shut your laptop and grabbed the item shifting it to one of the bed side tables. While you remained defenseless in Kakucho's arms.

"I said my wife is going to give me attention" Kakucho said now in a demanding tone. The tone that had your heart beating fast and the wet spot in your panties to grow.

Kakucho took you by your waist gently lifting you to the edge of the bed, till your feet were met with the hard wood floors, while Kakucho still remained seated on the soft sheeted bed.

"Put on a show for me, and maybe I'll give your laptop back" Kakucho said with that same tone.

Your eyes were now glue to Kakucho, taking deep shallow breathes as you watched as he starred at you.

People saw Kakucho has a mild and meek husband, who was willing to stay at home and look after his child wife his wifed work, but no one knew this side of Kakucho. The domineering side, that made you realize just how much control you really had in this household.

"I said put on a show"

And as the words finally came to your ears, you snapped out of your thoughts. Hands going to your jersey slowing lifting it over your head and then going to pull your shorts down, till you now stood in nothing but your underwear.

"Bend over and take your panties off"

Without any hesitation yout turned around so that your ass was now facing Kaucho, slowly you bent forwrad grabbing your pantie slowly pulling the flimsy fabric down, until it sat around your ankles. Leaving your exposed cunt bare, on full display, as strings of slick now decoarted your puffy folds.

You remained bent over, feeling the cool evening air against your bare cunt making it leak out further, the slick now dripping down your thighs and onto the bedroom floor.

So, enraptured by the feeling of your pussy dripping out thta you hadn't felt the hand of your lover reach down between your fold.

"You're soaking, and all I told you to do was bend over and take your pnaties off" Kakaucho said with a snicker, as his finger slid between your puffy pussy lips, gathering slick with each swipe.

"Mind if I take a taste" Kakucho continued saying, feeling as his fingers were soon replaced by the coolness of his breath against your aching core.

Kakucho took a deep lick into your cunt, feeling the way your walls were already wrapping around his wet muscle so easily, your pussy greedy for me. But Kakucho was not about to give into your needs that easily,

Kakucho's tongue licked your pussy back and forth, the wetness of his tongue mixing with your slick causing lewd wet noises to fill the room.

"Kaku please" you begged out.

"My wife needs her husband?" Kakucho asked his lips just barely leaving your pussy.

"Please Kaku. I need you" you moaned out.

And within the next second Kakucho's lips left your hole, now feeling as he stood to his full height while you still remained bent over. feeling as his still covered cock push against your cunt, the once dry fabric becoming wet upon contact with your cunt making your whimper out at the friction.

Kakucho quickly unbuckled his pants pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his errect cock spring free. The beads of pre-cum glistened in the dimly lit lighting, as his cock stood to its full 9-inch size just aching to stuff your tight pussy.

You could feel the fat tip pf Kakucho's cock tease your ring of your puissy hole, making it clench in excitement.

Kakucho began to slowly sink into your pussy, feeling the way your pussy pushed out against his cock as he filled you to the brim. Kakucho remained still in your ever tightening cunt, until he adjusted to it, feeling the way your pussy tried to swallow his cock whole.

Slowly Kakucho began to thrust into you, holding you by the wasit as he fusked you with deep shallow thrusts causing your back to arch in your bent postion.

"Fuck this pussy feel good" Kakucho said as his hips rythimcally smacked against yours, with his balls slappy at your clit making your moan out like a bitch in heat.

Your moans were making Kakucho go feral. Kakucho picked up his pace. Now thrusting in and out of you like a madman.

"Fuck!" Kakucho loudly exclaimed as he continued fucking you.

As much as the current postion of having you bent in mid air with him being your only source of balance was allowing Kakucho to drill his cock deep inside you it wasn't enough. He needed to see your face. The lewd expressions that would leave your face as he dragged his cock in and out of pussy.

With his cock still buried deep inside you, Kakucho pulled your body up. Your back now pressed against his just with his cock still being squeezed by your cunt.

"Shit I need to see your face, when I fuck another baby into you" Kakucho said as he quickly turned you around.

He now faced you, you watched as his hands worked quickly to realign his leaking member to your soaking pussy.

"Shit" Kakucho moaned as his cock sinked back into your warm cunt.

Kakucho didn't hesitate a moment to begin thrusting into you, with his hands quickly coming down to you hips to allow him to drill into your sobbing cunt.

Your pussy was overflowing with so much liquid that it dripped down your thigh and onto the bedroom floor.

The sounds of your pussy being fucked so desperately into was making your mind go blank.

Kakucho lifted your one leg up as he continued to fuck you causing his cock to hit deeper inside of your pussy, making your grip at his biceps at the deepened pleasure.

"Please cum in me" you moaned out, ad you craved to feel his cum being shot out into your womb.

Kakucho words drove Kakucho wild as he began fucking you like an animal in heat. The need and urge to fill you to the brim with hot semen was all he could focus on.

"You gotta cum first before I fill this pussy up" Kakucho said gripping your hips tighter as he fucked up into you.

You threw your head back, feeling the way his shaft was now sliding deeper and deeper inside you, until finally you felt your pussy tighten around his cock. Feeling the way your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his cock as you came.

Kakucho continued to fuck you through your orgasm relishing in the way your walls sucked him in deeper to milk him of his come, until finally his thrusting stopped.

Hot ropes of semen filled your pussy over and over stuffing you full of his cum.

Kakucho felt his balls ache out in relief as he fucked the last of his cum into your puckered hole, letting out a sigh of content once his load was finally shot into you.

Kakucho gently pulled out, watching as your face scrunched with pleasure as his cock slipped out, but before you could complain about the lack of his cock he quickly slipped his fingers inside you.

"Gotta keep you stuffed if we plan to give Haru a friend" Kakucho said as he carefully picked you up with his fingers still inside you.

You pressed your head to his chest feeling the post orgasm sleepiness settle inside you.

"You're so amazing Kaku" you said with heavy eyelids.

"Only the best for you" he said as he gently placed you on the bed.

"The best house husband ever"

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[joyful-writings]

❀ our deadly secret

ji changmin x fem!reader

word count: 557 synopsis: uhhh shower sex with changmin at your parent's house (with very miniscule plot) warnings: SMUT (🔞MINORS DNI🔞), shower sex, fingering, unprotected p-in-v (which is very stupid, wrap that shit, you heathens!), exhibitionism kinda? (having sex in your parent's house while your parents are home), reader's parents are sorta strict (mentions of reader's parents unaliving changmin), changmin is a tease, changmin calls reader "baby" like twice

"A whole week? Isn't that gonna be difficult for you?"

"Oh my god, shut up," you groaned over the phone. "We aren't sex addicts."

"That's not what I've gathered from everything you've told me," my friend replied. You scowled as you could practically feel the smirk on her face.

You let out a huff. "Whatever. It's just a week. We'll live."

That conversation played in your head while you and Changmin stood in the shower, yet you weren't sure how you were still upright. With the way his fingers toyed with your core, teasing your most sensitive spots, you felt like melting and washing down the drain.

Your boyfriend's chin rested on your shoulder, keeping his face near your, head was angled downward to watch the movement of his hand. Your eyes drooped and threatened to close, your breath thick from the stimulation and the hot water's steam.

A whine resonated off the tiled walls when Changmin finally pushed a finger inside your cunt.

"Quiet, baby," he cooed. "Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew."

They were more likely to murder your boyfriend instead of going into cardiac arrest. Either way, you weren't trying to garner any attention whatsoever— besides Changmin's, of course.

After you had volunteered to assist your parents with a home project, your boyfriend insisted on tagging along. Your mom and dad didn't dare resist another set of hands, and you saw an opportunity for Changmin and your parents to bond.

It sounded so simple, so perfect— the two of you would stay with your family for a week, helping wherever needed, and they'd see how amazing your boyfriend was. Win-win.

During the venture to your childhood residence, you set some obvious limits with Changmin: minimal PDA, no dirty jokes, et cetera. One rule that soared above the others was absolutely no sex.

It only took two days for you to break it.

"Please, Changmin." Your head lolled against his shoulder.

"Please, what?"

"Fuck me."

"Baby, we said no sex." Changmin purposefully teetered you off the edge of desperation. "You really wanna risk getting caught?"

You were already at risk.

You were surprised your mom and dad let you two share a room in the first place. If they knew you were showering together, even if it were innocent, Changmin would go missing.

It would only take one glance at the empty guest room you currently occupied for your parents to piece it together.

"Changmin, I need you." Your voice was pathetic and higher-pitched. But that's how your boyfriend liked it.

Attempting to kiss your neck but breaking into a grin, Changmin pumped his digit in and out of you faster, soon adding a second. It had you reaching behind yourself to grab him, clawing at whatever skin you found. He hummed with delight while his other hand reached between you to grasp his erection.

Changmin aligned himself, murmuring lowly in your ear as he did. "If only your parents knew how much I've ruined their perfect daughter. How I've corrupted you, made you crave my cock..."

Your boyfriend removed his fingers from your entrance, quickly filling the emptiness with his length. You bit the insides of your cheeks to keep from moaning. Changmin, on the other hand, couldn't stop smirking down at you.

"I should make you scream my name."

a/n: and here's changmin's birthday post!!! it isn't really 'birthday-themed', but whatever, it still works :P this was originally written in first person, so i apologize if i missed anything i needed to change💜

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 5: Rusty Nail (Apple Cider)

Day five! The first week of October is already almost over!, At this point I will start compiling everything on a masterlist as I stated on the previous post I'm writing these in advance.

Notes: Minors DNI, No pronouns used only "You" and maybe a "Y/n" once or twice. Possibly suggestive themes, No smut tho (yet wink wink)

"You ain't wearin that" Rusty said from his place on the cheap motel room bed. You rolled your eyes.

"Rusty this is what I packed to wear" You said

The two of you were laying low at a middle of nowhere truck stop after one of Rusty's "projects" got slightly out of hand. Rusty had cleaned it up well enough but still suggested the two of you lay low for awhile especially since he didn't have anything to ship at the moment.

"Sugar look, I told you that you aren't wearing that, the last thing I want to do is get into a fight with some lowlife with wandering eyes"

The outfit you had chosen to wear to the small truck stop bar wasn't the most modest but it wasn't as if you were wearing the most skimpy thing either. Rusty could be so jealous sometimes.

"Rusty there's a chance that no one will even be there, we're in the literal middle of nowhere" You sighed sitting down on the edge of the bed to slip on your shoes.

"Well if someone even so much as looks at your wrong then this place we'll have to put in the rearview after I teach em' a thing or two" He darkly chuckled. A smile spread across your face, most people would probably be intimidated as hell by Rusty but the only thing he made you feel was safe.

Rusty got off the bed and put his hand out to you.

"Well sugar what do you say we get too it then?" You nodded wrapping your arms around his much bigger one then slipping your hand into his.

The truck stop bar was about exactly what you'd expect, A few local drunks in the back corner booth, a old out dated jukebox in the corner and a sleepy overworked bar tender behind the bar that was really just their to bring the drunks their beers.

You picked out a private booth for you and Rusty while he walked up to the bar tender to get a beer and whatever you wanted. From the moment you walked in you could feel the eyes of the three drunks in the corner on you, for their sake you hoped they'd stay there.

Rusty made his way back over to you, drink in hand and a smile on his face.

"Well sugar it looks like I've got the prettiest partner in the bar" You blushed.

"Rusty stop" You teased him playfully. Rusty placed the drinks in front of you but didn't sit down.

"I gotta go take a leak darlin' you stay right here ok?" You nodded as Rusty left.

You were looking out the window at Rusty's big rig parked out in the parking lot in front of the motel when you felt someone slip into the booth next to you. Rusty would never sit next to you, always across so he could "Look at that pretty face clearly" as he'd always say so knowing this was a stranger made you tense.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doin all the way out here?" a voice asked, slurred obviously from one to many drinks.

You turned your head to face the voice, deciding to try and get him out of here before Rusty came back.

"Me and my boyfriend are here together" You stated hoping for the man to fuck off.

"Boyfriend? That fella you came in here with? please honey he couldn't provide half the things I could" You reeled back in disgust as the man reached for your hand.

"Please don't touch me, and my boyfriend "provides" perfectly fine thank you, now if you wouldn't mind goi-"

"Now sweetie is that any way to talk to a person" the man interrupted,

"I think the lady was goin to tell you to git" Rusty sneered, having returned from the bathroom to the sight of his baby being harassed by some local drunk. The man smiled and turned to rusty.

"Oh yeah ? and what are you going to do ab-" Before he could finish Rusty grabbed him out of the booth and brought his fist down on the mans face knocking him to the floor.

You quickly took the hint and got out of the booth yourself before getting in the cross fire. Rusty brought his foot down to the mans stomach when he was on the floor, this brought the two friends out of the corner booth towards Rusty.

"Rusty!" You yelled warning him he was about to get ganged up on. Rusty wasted no time in pulling out the gun from his holster.

"Now gentleman c'mon" The bartender said nervously "This is my place of business and I will not have this nonsense here" Rusty still had his gun and his eyes trained on the mans friends when you spoke up.

"Rusty c'mon please, let's just go" Rusty turned to you and you saw his face soften. You knew that he knew that killing anyone here would be risky so it was best if you just left and didn't draw attention to yourselves.

Rusty placed the gun back in his holster on his side, but not before giving another swift kick to the drunk man still on the floor.

"You're lucky my darlin' is here or this would have a much different outcome" Rusty said before motioning for you to go to the door.

Nobody in the bar dared to say anything as the two of you left.

You waited till the two of you reached your motel room, before saying anything to Rusty about what happened.

"Rusty I get that that guy made you mad, but you can't get reckless like that over me! what if something had happened and you had gotten caught? what am I supposed to do if something happens to you?" You asked him while sitting on the edge of the bed taking your shoes off.

"I'm sorry darlin', I came back from the bathroom and saw him all over you like that I just knew I had to protect you" You sighed

"I get that hon' and I do appreciate it, But I'd appreciate you being around for me and not getting arrested a lot better"

Rusty sat next to you on the bed and took your hand in his, you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before leaning over to peck his lips.

"You already have plenty to do when it comes to hitchhikers and pricks, Let's leave the dumb drunks alone ok?" Rusty laughed at that and nodded.

"Anything for you Darlin"

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #rusty nail #rusty nail x reader #joy ride #writing event #Fictober #halloween

[dailydoseoffanfics]

the alex kister drama......well......

idk how long i've posted something but ever since this alex kister situation came out, i need to speak my thoughts about this because this situation was the ONLY thing I was thinking

If you're not chronically online, Alex Kister is just a youtuber that created The Mandela Catalogue (2021) and other things like Mystifying Oracle and The Red Box Project, and he got exposed for being weird and predatory towards a minor.......yeah

i actually loved The Mandela Catalogue back then and i was a huge fan of it (even if there was only one post about it in my blog and it was only just a reblog of a fanart in like 2022 probably 💀) like I loved the concept, characters, the creepiness, everything in general. i eventually lost interest in this series and gained new interests in 2023. i kinda forgot about this series until now, and........

yeah, what alex did was fucked up, but here's the problem: I don't know if I should believe the victim or not because there were times where creators were accused for being pedophiles or just being creepy in general and majority of them were false accusations (ex: Kwite, ProJared, etc.). Like...I literally do not know who to trust, and I'm telling the truth. Especially considering the fact that ruining a famous person's career is getting easy, I don't know if the evidence are legitimate or not.

So what's my opinion on this?

I won't pick a side yet. I'm not choosing a side until Alex released his response to this situation. I don't want to immediately jump to conclusions because I don't know who to trust. If everything the victim said was true, let's hope that Alex will stay away from the internet and another person will pick the up series. But if the victim was lying the entire time, we'll beat their ass for trying to hurt Alex. We don't want to repeat our mistakes (especially if you remember the Kwite situation).

For now, I won't pick a side until Alex releases his response. I'll remain neutral.

Yeah, that's all I gotta say. 2024 really is the year huh? I'll post more light-hearted and positive posts after this, because I think there's too much negativity in my blog recently.

Oh and if you're wondering, here's the link to the doc:

TRIGGER WARNING: sexual themes, suicide themes, fucked up shit in general. If you're uncomfortable with these themes, don't read it.

Cya everybody, and I hope you guys are having a decent day.

#important #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #tmc #alex kister

[n0irrrr]

REISS MENTAL ASYLUM / 14

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. Somnophilia at the end! masterlist

notes: someday i will rewrite this whole cringe thing and feel better about it, LOL. but i hope there's enjoyement in this chapter.

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「lazy afternoons」

“Yes, Porco, I’m okay.” [name] chuckled softly. “I will stay over a friend’s house, so there’s no need to worry about me.”

Porco snorted loudly, obviously making fun of his lie. [name] pouted at such reaction. “A friend’s house? Exactly who? You have no friends, you loser."

”H—Hey! I do have friends!!” He felt childish, and he could tell Porco was having fun by proving him he was a lonely loser. “I have many!!”

”Really? Haven’t seen you go out a single day without the same fucking guy.”

"They are just... secretive. AND busy!"

"Busy... of course." Porco's tone changed, but [name] couldn't put more attention thanks to his migraine. "If everything goes well here, we'll have a talk, you and me. It's important."

"That sounds serious... is something going on?"

"Just... take care of yourself in that disgusting place, man. Tell Victor—"

"Vincent!"

"Whatever his fucking name is, to stay with you. With what you told me, I..." Porco couldn't continue. [name] heard some grunts on the other line— was he embarrassed?

[name] grinned. "I care about you too, Porco."

"Shut up. I'm hanging up." [name] could tell he was flustered, but silenced his laugh.

"See you soon!"

"Lock your doors and windows."

"Will do."

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After the call ended, [Name] let out a grunt. He hid his head within his covers as he remembered Mike’s words about him getting sick. The man was a witch—or maybe a wizard? Either way, he was right. Or at least, his nose told him the future, somehow.

[Name] hadn’t felt dandy when he got to his apartment the night before. He knew getting out of the car by himself wasn’t possible, and Levi, knowing this, helped him as he did before.

He had a bad stomachache and an urge to throw up again; but thought a good night's rest was enough to wake him up and make him feel better. Unfortunately, the moment his alarm interrupted his sleep, he felt the worst way possible.

He also had a fever. He was 100% sure. The cushion was already disgustingly wet from his sweat, along with his pillow, but his sudden weak body didn’t let him get up. Not even when he felt the need to puke. So poor [Name] had to stay put and try to calm himself if he didn’t want to make a disgusting mess in his room. He didn't know how much time had passed since then.

Even if his whole body felt weak and disgusting, [Name] tried to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Yet, the moment he got up, he almost fell— if it weren’t for his nightstand, his face would have been kissing the floor, with blood being a plus. It was then that he accepted his defeat and called Margaret to notify her of his absence. She had replied, saying she had been waiting for his call since Mike mentioned his condition yesterday. The poor sick just sighed, thanked her, apologized, and hung up.

He was ready for another bad sleep when the phone on the nightstand rang. His eyes couldn’t identify the caller since his vision was a bit blurry, but answered blindly. The moment the voice in the other line spoke, [Name] miraculously surpassed an embarrassing yelp from coming out.

“[Name], it’s Erwin. Good morning, first of all. I’ve been notified of your absence for today. Is everything alright?”

“O—Oh, uhm, y—yes! Ah—! Sorry, good morning!” It was obvious [Name] wasn’t in the right mind. He couldn’t think clearly, and his head felt like it was burning. His words slurred a bit.  “I just got a bit of a fever— nothing I can’t handle, heheee…” What a fast man Erwin was— did he call him the moment Margaret notified him?

”Is that so? How are you feeling?”

”Everything is good! I’m fffine, really!”

There was a moment of silence on the other line, making [Name] a bit anxious. Was he angry? Upset? Did the think this was a lie?

“I see. Also, don’t worry about today’s schedule. Everything’s covered, alright?”

“O—Ok… and, uhm… sorry about today… I didn’t meaan to get sick…”

[Name] heard a chuckle from the other line. ”Don’t worry about that, [Name]. It’s not your fault— something like that can be rearranged when you feel better, so don’t overthink it.”

After saying goodbye, [Name] let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

The silence filling his room let his mind wander about the frightening man. He had felt the intense gaze on him everywhere he went. The sick male wanted to believe something else but a feeling of desire filled those blue eyes. The thought only caused him to grip the bedsheets harder, his face feeling warmer and his thoughts messy. He wanted to turn a blind eye to it, but it was too obvious. The man was bold!

But… would it be wrong, though? To accept the date fully? At the moment, it felt like an obligation—a must. [Name] didn’t feel particularly happy about such a thing. Neither when Zeke wanted to use him to do such dirty play to Erwin. Now, it didn’t feel that bad; it was just embarrassing. He laughed light-headedly as he pictured Erwin on a date with him—maybe eating strawberry cake? or just chuckling at whatever they were talking about…

The imaginary moment lulled him slowly, blinking lazily at the ceiling. Maybe a good sleep in another place would make him feel better…

But a knock on his door interrupted him, startling him. The sound only made him grunt— he didn’t want to get up… but he did nevertheless. Of course, as his mind wasn’t in the right state, he took his blanket with drawings of frogs with him. He breathed heavily as he tried not to stumble too much. When he got to the entrance, he opened the door right away while his mind ignored how Porco scolded him about how he had to look into the peephole first before answering the door. Living in this godforsaken apartment was dangerous; serial killers would love to pick a stupid victim here, he said.

He blinked lazily, not really recognizing who he was staring at. Until he abruptly stood straight with a yelp, realizing it was Levi at his door, looking as happy as ever. [Name] couldn’t be more embarrassed by how he looked right now: a blanket with cartoony frogs on it, his oversize T-shirt with his favorite cartoon, and his shorts. His hair was a mess, his face was warm, and his eyes fought to stay closed— it was more to say that his bruises were on display too.

Levi, amused by the display, raised a brow. “It looks like nose man was right.”

Still, [Name] didn't know what else to say. He stood there, dumbfounded.

“Are you making me stay here all day or what? Have some manners.” The ravenette spoke in irritation, but with no malice. After all, it was known by now that his scolding was just for fun. Well... sometimes. This was enough to wake [name] up from his embarrassing episode. He quickly opened the door with incoherent mumbling and stood aside, letting Levi inside.

He felt dizzy; what he said sounded more as if he was barely keeping it together. “I—I didn’t expect you here!” He cringed at his own wording, trying to save himself: “I mean, I don’t mean you can’t come in! It’s just that I— Weeell—”

“I didn’t expect myself here either, but since we all know you don’t know a thing about self-care, here I am." The ravenette spoke sternly, his eyes narrowing into a sharp critical gaze as he observed the apartment.

“Buuuut… There was no neeeed…” The amount of talking made him even dizzier, as he stumbled backwards a little bit. Levi just raised a brow, expecting another lie.

“Stop being stubborn and sit down.” The ravenette placed some plastic bags on the table and emptied it. He took out a canned soup, and [Name] could smell fresh vegetables from the other bag.

He stared dumbfoundedly at the contents, then at Levi, then at the bags, then at the man again. The ravenette stared him back and spoke as if he was talking with an idiot: “You don’t have anything in your fridge.”

[Name] stayed in silence, processing the words from him. Then, he stood straight as he stared in embarrassment, eyebrows furrowing. “How do you know that?!”

“Because that’s you.”

[Name] didn’t know if to take that as an offense, so he avoided the ravenette’s gaze and looked defeated.

Levi didn’t care, it seemed, since he changed the subject. “What have you been doing before I got here?”

“Hmn… nothing…?” [Name] sighed and blinked lazily. “I wanted to take a shower, since I’m all sweaty… but I didn’t have any energy, and I thought I would feeell—”

“Oh, you will,” Levi stated, while crossing his arm as he tried to think, “you will get that shower. You look like a pig.”

“You are meaaaaan…” it wasn’t as if [Name] was in his right mind anyway to think of what he said, “I’m going to fall… I can’t go… and I feel sick,” he tightened the froggy bedsheets around him even more— he just wanted to fall asleep again.

“No.” Levi spoke sternly, harshly taking the cover off of [Name], causing him to gasp. “You will get that shower, so better get up and show me where the bathroom is before I take the sink to shower you.”

The ravenette took [Name] from the back of his shirt, forcing him to stand up. [Name] couldn’t help but comply, secretly glad he didn’t have to walk alone anymore as he guided Levi to the bathroom. It could seem like a careless action or touch by Levi, but he was sure [Name] wouldn’t fall even if he tripped, since the grip on his collar was strong enough.

He just didn’t want to touch sweat.

Levi was a bit grateful the bathroom was in decent shape after seeing such living room. It was small, with some corners and part of the sink and bathtub colored in oxidation thanks to the time. The mirror had some marks on it, along with the flooring having some ruptures. In Levi's mind, he couldn't stop repeating how horrible this place was. Or rather, how disgusting this whole building was.

He ordered [name] to steady himself with the sink while he filled the bathtub with not-too-warm water. Complying with a soft okay—! [name] allowed Levi to work, a little embarrassed when he noticed Levi’s narrowed eyes glaring at how slowly the water came in. If he was bothered or irritated, he didn't voice it, nor did [name].

In whatever silence they were in, Levi broke it off with a blunt order as he returned to his spot beside [name], taking his collar again. "Take your clothes off."

"U—Uh..?! That's sooo straightforward!!" raising his voice, [name] could feel his face getting warmer. "I—I can't do that in front of youu...!"

"Then should I throw you fully clothed in the water? Or should I undress you myself?"

[Name] felt a little bit of dread at the thought of Levi letting go of him. If he did, [name] didn't trust himself to remain standing.

"O-Okay, okay! Just... please turn around," he said his request with as much gentleness as he could have, eyeing Levi with a pleading look. The ravenette frowned as he stared at the sick idiot for a couple of seconds with cryptic eyes before giving in. Sighing in relief, [name] used Levi's shoulders to steady himself as he undressed clumsily. A few times [name] tightened his grasp on Levi's when tripping with his own clothes, only noticing his strength when the ravenette grunted or let out a remark.

"D—Don't turn around yet! Just... step backwards a little bit, pleease..." Carefully, [name] stepped inside the bathtub with a hum as his skin met the tepid water. It was just then, with water just under his chest as he hugged his legs, that he realized how hot he was. He involuntarily sank his whole body into the water, humming at the now-comforting temperature. He quickly retreated to his original stance when he remembered Levi was waiting for him. "...okay, you can turn around..."

"Finally." Levi took a small stool that was behind the sink and placed it beside the bathtub, sitting down. He rolled up his sleeves and took the shampoo, placing some on his hands. "Close your eyes," he commanded before rubbing the shampoo on [name]'s head, massaging the scalp.

It was actually relaxing on [name]'s part. He thought Levi would be rougher, but his hands were gentle. He could hear himself let out a content hum while his shoulders eased and he rested his chin on his knees.

“Bend over a bit.” Levi asked in a gentle tone this time, taking the soap. Just when [Name] obeyed and Levi was ready to lather him up, he noticed a lengthy burn scar on [Name]’s back, more so on the left side. It didn’t look… severe per se— boiled water, perhaps? Levi could tell fire didn’t cause it.

Whoever it was or whatever caused it, Levi continued to bathe [Name] with other thoughts in mind. It seemed the idiot had forgotten, since he didn’t say a thing about his silence.

“Sorry you haave to do aaall of this, Levi…” [Name]’s voice cut his dark thoughts off. “I’m very sorryyy,”

This time, it was Levi who sighed. “I told you yesterday, didn’t I, idiot? If I don’t do it myself, I will be in a bad mood all fucking day. And I have enough with those shitty glasses at work.”

[Name] giggled, “a mooore of bad mood?”

“Don’t get smart with me.” Levi warned him, but he didn’t sound hostile.

[name] talked about everything and anything. He looked content even if Levi gave hums or half answers when being asked something. At some point, [name]'s voice got lower and lower, until he fell silent. The ravenette was unsure if he had fallen asleep, but seeing his shoulders go up and down slowly made him sure.

Just seeing him like this, in this godforsaken place, rotting away... made him feel something he didn't want to say out loud. He just felt irritation.

[name] seemed asleep. Before waking him up, Levi gently caressed the scar on his back and wondered the reason for this act of dominance. Confusion, or perhaps anger, danced in his mind—not exactly for the scar per se.

He retreated his touch and got up, speaking louder to wake [name] up.

"Oi. Wake up. You can't sleep yet." As he took a towel, he signaled him to stand up to dry his body. He noticed how groggily the [hair color]-haired stood up, with eyes closing every two seconds and not even complaining about being seen naked this time. Levi quickly wrapped [name]'s body without much of a glance. His arm went around [name]'s waist to guide him out of the bathroom and to his room, as [name] vaguely told him where it was.

Surprisingly, his room wasn't a mess. Everything seemed in order and clean, to Levi's somehow relief. Levi asked him for clean clothes as he helped [name] sit down on his bed, but [name] was unable to answer because of his sleepy state. The ravenette grunted as he snapped his fingers in front of [name]'s face, making him jump in surprise and barely waking him up.

"Clothes... Ah! Right there, Levi." The ravenette opened the wardrobe and took the first thing he saw, which was another oversized T-shirt with, this time, a picture of a fat cat, and a pair of shorts. He couldn't stop himself from raising his brows in amusement at such choice of designs, almost wanting to make a remark about it. Yet, it wouldn't be as rewarding to see [name]'s groggy state acting stupid like his normal self. He threw the shirt over [name]'s head, the sick completely out of it to even complain about it.

Levi crossed his arms. "Answer—should I dress you or are you capable?"

"Mhm...? Oh, yeah... I caan..." [name] yawned, lazily taking the shirt. Levi had never seen such clumsiness before as he observed how the idiot missed the biggest entrance for his head to one of the arm’s. And then he looked pretty content about being trapped in the smallest hole, as if he had done a splendid job.

“You look stupid.” That was the only statement Levi could spit out before helping him with the t-shirt. His next objective was the shorts, but [Name] seemed to quickly snap out of his dazed and quickly stutter slurred words Levi couldn’t understand, but could decipher by [Name]’s stupid, embarrassed expression. As always, he asked him to turn around.

“You need to eat.” Levi stated as [Name] finished, turning to him once again.

“I want to sleep, Levi.” The sick idiot tried to lay down on the bed, but Levi’s grip on his shirt stopped him.

“Before that, you will eat.”

“But I’m sleepy…” [Name] tried to ‘charm’ Levi by blinking and staring pathetically. The ravenette narrowed his eyes.

It didn’t work. “But I don’t care. Get up.”

All of this felt like Levi was taking care of a child. Or perhaps a cat. A clumsy, useless cat whose life was only to destroy things and be a nuisance.

[Name] complied. Although this time he didn’t try to not be an annoyance, because his body felt heavier and his words didn’t make sense. Levi knew he needed sleep, but he couldn’t let him, still. Or he just didn’t want to. He couldn’t deny that painful, tired face made him feel better.

He instructed [Name] to patiently wait on the couch, since at least he had some mercy on him and didn’t let him wait on the chair while Levi chopped some vegetables for the food.

The sounds of the old TV and the low snores from [Name]’s filled the room, leaving Levi in a barely peaceful moment.

As he put the ingredients into the pot where he had filled it with the soup, he went to sit on the chair while observing [Name], who waited for the food to be ready.

The idiot stayed asleep, with no care or worry about who was with him. Has anyone broken in? Levi wondered.

The lock looked cheap and easy to break, but Levi instantly knew this idiot would open the door before looking, even if he was in his sane mind. A strong lock or a fancier building wouldn’t change that.

If Erwin hadn't taken a liking to him, where would he be? Dead inside a dumpster, maybe. Or perhaps in a job barely making the minimum wage. Or suffering under someone’s orders. Well, it wasn’t as if his situation was any better, in such a filthy place. Erwin had his reasons to hire him, but he didn't share them. What he couldn't hide from Levi was the acts of devotion he had for the assistant; how his blue eyes stared with such... affection? No. Erwin wasn't like that. Something vicoius hide beside that caring-boss facade. 

Speaking of that, who was this guy? Levi felt even more disgusted by the place as he took another look around. This whole building was rotting. Either way, Levi could observe [name]’s attempt to ‘hide’ the mess—pictures. One with him and friends? Perhaps family; a younger [name] with a dog; another picture of him, a guy looking irritated with a black-haired girl... Pretty ordinary pictures.

There were a few small plants, too. A book on the table beside the couch; keys hanging on the wall—were those small paintings? Levi could distinguish between what seemed to be the ocean and a sunset; in another painting, there were frogs in a pod.

[Name] was just like he imagined: a mundane person that he wouldn't usually take an interest in. How could he? This clumsy guy was easy to control, easy to overpower, had naive ideas, was dense... Then why this sudden attention? To someone so insignificant? He could understand Erwin's motives and even that four-eyes son of a bitch, but not his own. Levi found this irritable.

Maybe he liked to imagine how he would tangle his fingers between [name]'s hair, seeing his expression of satisfaction only for him to pull and see that face of being hurt: that pout, teary eyes, that slight frown meaning that he's going to cry... Or just harshly grab that jaw to hear him squeak once he takes his hand away to see the marks he made on that pretty face.

That face…

Levi narrowed his eyes.

That stupid face.

The reminder of the food interrupted his nightmarish thoughts. He went to check and realized it was ready. Without any permission, he took a bowl from the drawers—which didn’t have much—which, particularly, was blue with painted sheep. Levi couldn’t really believe how childish this guy was—hmn? Was that a mug with painted cats…?

Levi served the food. Even when he made lots of noise, the sick idiot didn't even move. The caretaker got in front of him and stared him down—[name] looked exhausted. His expression wasn't a comfortable one*; his body looked tense, and he was sweating.

He looked disgusting.

“Wake up.” Levi grabbed the front of his shirt with no gentleness.

[Name] barely woke up groggily, with his eyes barely opening and closing. From his mouth came words with no meaning, not even pying attention for the man.

Levi made him sit down while he ignored his pleas for him to stop. “Food’s ready. Wake the hell up.”

“Buuuut… I’m asleep…”

“Now you’re not. Get up.” [name] resisted. Levi gritted his teeth, and in his eyes reflected an anger that made [name] shiver. “Get the fuck up, or I’ll punch you until you die.”

“Ok, Okay! I’mm uup—!” Even with slurred words and a weak mind, he knew Levi didn’t make jokes. The thought of Levi acting like a beast made him gulp.

“Huh…” [name] looked at the table, and then at the couch. “Can I eat on the couch…? I don’t want to sit down…”

Levi tightened the grip on his collar. The sounds from the TV weren’t helping his temper much, since an annoying money TV game was on and fueled Levi’s annoyance with him.

The caretaker only pulled him forcibly. “No. You will sit like a civilized, mannered person, not like a pig. You will make a mess if you lay down.”

[name] didn’t dare say anything else. He sat down, like a good boy, and looked at his food. It looked good, actually. The nice aroma reminded him of the hunger in his stomach, as it immediately growled. [name] took the spoon, ready to eat it all.

But, just as expected, [Name] was unable to even feed himself accordingly. His sloppy movements, thanks to his sudden sleepiness, made him unable to hold the spoon properly, messing up the table and dirtying his face. Levi grunted, disgusted once again and more annoyed.

With a harsh move, he took the spoon from [Name]’s shaky hand, surprising him with it. But before Levi could feed him himself, he took a napkin and, with not much gentleness, cleaned [Name]’s face. Whimpers and soft complaints left [Name], but they went to deaf ears. Just as Levi finished, he clicked his tongue at his own exasperation.

“Open your mouth. I will feed you like the child you are.” Levi harshly took [name]'s jaw while he guided the spoon to his mouth. [Name] felt ashamed at first, desperately staring anywhere but Levi's eyes. The ravenette didn't like [name]'s childish behavior, as his grip on his jaw tightened. [name] jumped, opening his mouth with teary eyes. "Why don't you just obey? Always doing what you should not be doing." Levi's never softened his grip, perhaps as a punishment for being disobedient.

This kept going in silence until [name] felt full. A gentle touch on the hand with which Levi gripped his jaw was enough for his caretaker to abruptly stop and glare at him directly. [name]’s body tensed. "I'm—I'm full..." The stare he got was enough to make him shiver. Why were there times when he could speak to Levi normally, but in times like this, Levi unnerved him?

It didn't help when he stared like that. And the way he silently got up, took his bowl, and began doing the dishes didn’t help at all. Was he angry? Did he do something wrong?

Well, whatever. He felt sleepy again. The food had helped him feel comfortable, in some way.

“Dhankss for the food, Levaa…” His eyelids felt heavy.

A grunt was the only answer. [name] slowly began to drift away, dreams taking his mind. His arms rested on the table, letting his face rest on them. The soft silence from the dishwasher lulled him.

This time, Levi didn't say anything else. Instead, he knew he felt a hand caress his hair before shaking his shoulder, but he could be wrong, after all.

“You are asleep already.” Levi’s soft voice sounded far away, even if he was next to him. His strong arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bathroom again.

[name] couldn't open his eyes anymore. His body felt automatic—he just felt Levi’s hands on his mouth, brushing his teeth gently. Did he dream all of this, actually?

He didn’t even remember walking to his bed, but he was already under the covers. Levi’s hand rested on his forehead, and [name] could barely see his usual frown. The sick idiot couldn't help but close his eyes again, but once he opened them again, something cold was resting on his forehead.

Levi said something, but [name] didn't understand.

“That feelss goood…” [name] smiled contently. He chuckled softly. “You are a great nurse, Mr. Levi.”

Levi didn’t like that, since he flicked a finger on [name]’s forehead. [Name] whined, the eyes of betrayal stared at Levi’s face, who glared back. [Name] pouted.

“Not nice…”

“I’m not nice.” Levi changed the cloth to a colder one, by [name]’s relief.

“You are.” He closed his eyes again.

“Not.”

“Just rough sometimes. But you are nice.”

Levi didn’t answer, but it was enough for [name] to look content. A frown formed on Levi’s face while he sat down beside [name]. He took the mug off the nightstand, which [name] didn’t even notice, and waited for the sick idiot to react. “Take a sip.”

“What’s…?”

“Ginger tea. Take. A. Sip.”

[name] chuckled like an idiot while Levi helped him sit down. Levi’s hand on his back and how he helped him take small sips brought him some type of comfort. The feeling of being taken care of was… nice, even if he knew Levi didn’t like the whole idea. Any other type of comfort in his life was Porco; he would be lying if he didn’t feel happy having someone so… caring and trustworthy around him. Knowing he was away made him sad.

“I… don’t waant mooore.”

Levi stopped without much to say, and left the mug in its previous place. He told [name] not to lay down since he could feel like vomiting again. He changed the cloth again before his hand stayed on his forehead to not let the cloth fall down. [name] opened his eyes tiredly to admire Levi. Well, what else could he do?

Levi sure was a handsome man. Or did he confess that to himself because he was not in his right mind? Well, he didn’t admit that out loud…

He felt lightminded; perhaps that’s why he felt bolder to say things.

“You are scary sometimes.” Even though the statement wasn’t a positive thing to say, [name] smiled like an idiot. “Veeeeery scary…”

Levi narrowed his eyes.

“Buut even scary, you look good!”

Levi didn’t react— not openly, at least. “And you look dumb, but that doesn’t give you any favors.”

[Name] chuckled. Levi helped him lay down again.

“I’m sleepy.”

Levi removed the cloth and rested his hand on [name]’s forehead to feel his temperature. [Name] hummed contently as he felt Levi’s cold fingers on his warm skin. Without much thought, he gently moved Levi’s fingers over his closed eyes. He felt more comfort.

“Migraine?” Levi asked.

“Hmn…” [Name] didn’t have more energy to give a detailed answer.

“I left pills on your nightstand.” Levi said, “Take some.”

“No… I’m… tired…” [name]’s eyelids felt heavier, and he couldn’t help closing them.

Levi didn’t like being contradicted, but he kept silent. Perhaps he was tired because of him, or just annoyed. He grunted but didn’t say further. The room fell into silence. Levi stared at [name]’s face, who rested quietly. As he saw nothing else bothering him, he got up and spoke loudly for [name] to hear. [name] opened his eyes tiredly when he got up from the bed.

"It's time for me to go, then." Levi was ready to leave, but he felt something pulling his hand before he began to walk away. He turned his head just to see [name] staring at him with pleading eyes, almost looking like a child scared of the dark.

"Nooo... don't leave me, please," he pleaded. "Stay with me..."

"I can't. Go to sleep."

"But, Levi, I'm scared of being alone... Please, just stay with me this time, pretty pretty please?"

Levi stared, again. With holding hands still, [name] blinked slowly with his long eyelashes, making his plea more "captivating.” Levi wanted to punch his face.

“No.”

“Pretty pleasse…” [name] tightened the grip on his hand.

Levi actually thought about it this time. Perhaps [name] was going to fall asleep, since he looked too tired. “Five minutes.” He answered before sitting down again in the same place, while ignoring how content and happy [name] stupidly looked. Silence filled the room again, but speaking wasn’t necessary for both of them this time.

After such peace, the phone rang. [Name] grunted at the interruption of his sleep, but quickly took the phone before missing the call. The frown that was plastered on his face changed to a soft smile as he answered. Levi narrowed his eyes at such change.

“Hi, Vincent.” [name] replied. “I’m good. Thank you for calling.”

What a good friend.

“It’s fine. Actually, Levi came to—”

Levi snitched the phone out of his hands. Vincent’s voice only fueled his irritation, as his worried questions were heard from the other line.

“What a nice, worried friend you are, Mr. Guard.”

Vincent didn’t answer at first. “Mr. Ackerman, good afternoon.”

Levi could notice Vincent’s change of tone. Well, the feeling was mutual.

“No need for such cute calls for your boyfriend.”

“If I’m worried about him, then I’ll call.”

Levi gritted his teeth. *“*How daring.”

Levi noticed Vincent was going to make a remark, but he shut himself up before spitting it. The ravenette smirked slightly. At least such guard knew who he was talking to. Due to the lack of an answer, Levi kept speaking.

“You asked, he answered. This is all you’ll get.”

Vincent seemed to rile himself up. "He doesn’t—” But Levi hung up before Vincent could finish. He slammed the phone with such force, that made [name] jump at the noise.

Levi stared knives at the phone, not paying attention to [name]’s stare.

“You don’t like Vincent.” [name] looked at him timidly, speaking softly. Levi did look furious at the call— but [name] was sure Vincent wasn’t the type of person to look for problems. What did make Levi so angry?

“Is that a problem for you?”

[name] frowned. It… wasn’t a problem, but he didn’t like seeing his friend— or confidant? being treated so harshly. He knew Levi could see that, but he knew how Levi acted. The people in the asylum could be really… spiteful. Either way, the reflective thoughts only soothed him—he was more than tired. Levi waited, but the question was left unanswered. Instead, it was met with soft snores coming from the idiot.

He had fallen asleep at last.

Levi glared at him—how could he be sleeping so comfortably with him in the room? Leci here, acting like a good guy only fueled his anger. There had to be a reward for this absurdity. He didn’t comprehend his own feelings—their meaning. After all, he hadn’t needed them in a long time, if ever. [name] made him repulsed by such foolish emotions.

How bitter you are.

[Name] didn’t mean to last in that place, but Erwin and four eyes sought any ways to protect him from all evil. Even so, they themselves were worse than the subjects. Levi laughed bitterly internally every time one of them couldn’t hide their desire to possess such a good-for-nothing assistant. He couldn’t understand wholly, but now he saw why. But ‘liking’ him? It wasn’t that. It was something else, but Levi still couldn’t comprehend. He should, soon enough.

Levi glanced at [name], waiting for the moment to move.

And, just when he noticed [Name] fell into a deep slumber, the devil returned.

Levi couldn't stop himself. There was just this urge.

Shifting his body slowly to not interrupt his companion's sleep, facing him. He stared at [name]'s body; how his chest moved according to his breathing, how his lips slightly opened as gentle, barely audible snores came out of his mouth—his long eyelashes, his relaxed, cute expression... only for him to see.

Levi's hand slowly moves under [name]'s shirt, gently caressing his warm stomach. He moved his touch on [name]'s waist this time, grabbing and squeezing part of the flesh not too harshly. The ravenette waited for a response, but just as he was met with silence, he continued his secret exploration in quietness. This time, he rested his head on the crock of [name]'s neck, smelling his scent. His hand explored the flesh a bit more daringly, slowly crawling his way to reach [name]'s chest, the tips of his fingers exploring the flesh cautiously.

This time [name] whimpered softly, his body shivering for one second. The ravenette waited for any other reaction or complaint, but [name] remained in his slumber with a troubled expression adorning his face.

Levi smirked.

What a reward.

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[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

i need some… junkerqueen x (T)male reader where she just kind of comforts him with his eating disorder.

TW

i sometimes literally can’t bring myself to eat, not cause anything is wrong i just… can’t? food is icky.

thank you adrien, truly. you are everything.

anything for you pookie (I'd like to formally apologize for that)

Y'all see that trigger warning in the ask? Yep, that carries over into this piece. Crazy, right? Anyway, this'll have themes of eating disorders and unhealthy relationships with food. If that isn't the thing for you, then please don't read this. I don't want people getting triggered by this. I love y'all too much for that.

Odessa pushes the bowl towards you once again, trying to get you to eat the food that she had made. "Love, you really gotta to eat something."

You pushed the bowl back, just the thought of picking up the spoon and putting the soup into your mouth made you want to vomit. "I can't, Dez," you respond quietly.

Your girlfriend sighs, frustrated, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. The two of you had been at this for almost an hour. Something wasn't right today. You couldn't understand why she couldn't get that you just couldn't eat. If you did, you'd just throw it right back up.

"Love, I'm really trying here. You haven't eaten all day. You really, really need to get something in you before the day is over."

Biting your bottom lip, you tried really hard not to let the tears spill.

You failed.

The warm tears glided across your cheeks and Odessa's face softened. She scooted her chair so that she was sitting next to you instead of across from you and wraps on arm around you, pulling your face into her chest. "Oh, y/n," she said, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"I'm sorry," you cried.

"Nah, don't be sorry. It ain't your fault. I know you don't want things to be like this."

You gripped onto your girlfriend's shirt for dear life, trying to convey how you were feeling without saying anything. Before you could try and stop her, Dez picked you up and held you bridal style. "We're gonna lay down, m'kay? Maybe you need some time to chill before trying to eat again."

You nodded weakly and let her take you to your bed, the bowl of soup forgotten on the table.

Dez laid you down before climbing in herself, letting you rest your head on her chest. She ran a hand through your hair, and another wrapped around you protectively.

"I don't do it on purpose," you said.

"I know you don't."

"It's just that sometimes I look at food and just feel sick. Doesn't matter if it's my favorite food ever, I still feel like I'm going to hurl if I eat it. And I hate it. I hate it so much because I just want to eat like a normal person."

"I know."

"Why can't I be a normal person? Why can't I just eat food like most people do? Why do I have to be so fucked up that-"

Odessa cuts you off. "You're not fucked up. It ain't your fault. Yeah, sometimes you feel sick when you try to eat. That don't mean that you're fucked up. You just need some help. Every good warrior needs help sometimes. I need help sometimes. Don't mean I'm weak. You think that makes me weak and fucked up?"

"No."

"Then there's your answer. Just cause you need some help don't mean nothing. Now, shut up and take a nap. We'll try again later, and if you still can't eat then we'll figure something out."

You nodded and stayed silent for a little while. "I love you, Dez."

"I love you too. y/n."

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[possibilistfanfiction]

Hi! I just wanted to say I love everything you write for warrior nun (& butch bea especially!!) If you're ever in the mood to write more ficlets can I put in my vote for something about mary and ray? the part about them made me so happy !

[a little something!]

'don't laugh at me,' you say, coming downstairs from your guest room at beatrice and ava's to where they're sitting and doing a puzzle at the kitchen island. well, beatrice is doing the puzzle, diligently finishing the edges, while ava just kind of sits and stares. it's... kind of ridiculous, but beatrice had been hurt; there's still a bruise on the back of her head, turning green now — painful, and healing — and the brace over a compression sleeve on her leg. but she's only using one crutch now, and the incision down her stomach has knit together fully now. she's a little stir-crazy, you think, but also pretty tired still — and has been relegated from olympic-level judo to things like puzzles, so, of course, ava had come home with ten of them.

'we'll definitely laugh at you,' ava says, looking up with a grin.

'why wouldn't we?' beatrice asks, attention still on the puzzle pieces.

you sigh. you're happy for them — so, so happy — but the two of them together are also the bane of your fucking existence. ava makes beatrice's shoulders relax, makes a big smile stretch on her face, makes her laugh, every single day; beatrice makes ava brighter, which had seemed impossible, but now you watch them in their own home and you ache, you hug them tightly every night before they go to bed while you stay here while your apartment is finalized. they also, however, love to collectively make fun of you. no shooting allowed, in this new world, even though ava would still be fine. whatever.

'i'm — i'm going on a date.'

'oh, we know,' beatrice says. 'ray hasn't shut up about it for days.'

'so you know what we're doing? thank god, i have no idea what to wear.'

ava grins. dangerous. you could kick her off a cliff again, you really could. 'yeah, we can't tell you where though.'

you roll your eyes. maybe you could swipe a puzzle piece when they're at the beach, that would drive beatrice nuts. 'can you, like, advise an outfit, at least? i've worn all black forever but i don't think that's the vibe.'

'yeah, hot mercenary is not the theme.' ava grins. 'but i love shopping. and bea knows all the good spots.'

'okay, but not boring spots.'

'ava has never complained a day in her life about me being boring.' you just let it pan out from there, ava's adoring smile, the familiar scratch to the back of beatrice's head, so soft and careful, the way beatrice's hands still on their puzzle pieces and her chin lifting, just slightly, so ava bends near her, like a willow to water, and kisses her. eventually, beatrice turns to you. 'see?'

'i don't need you making out to know that you're into each other,' you grumble.

'oh, if you want to see us making out,' ava says, but beatrice puts a gentle hand on ava's wrist. 'okay, never mind. but... shopping! bea, do you feel good enough to go? otherwise i'll just facetime you everywhere.'

beatrice laughs. 'yes, i can go. i'll just sit while mary tries things on.' she turns toward you. 'i know it can be — daunting, to figure out who you want to be. maybe it won't be; ava's always enjoyed it.' ava preens. 'but we'll have fun; i'll take you places where there will be stuff you might be interested in. and, at any time, if you want to leave, just say the word.'

'okay,' you relent — you want to look good for your date, and, as you look at ava in her flowy wide-leg pants and especially beatrice, in a favorite, soft crew neck, you realize that you desperately, and joyfully, want to know who you are.

/

as promised, beatrice does take you to stores that have interesting clothes — expensive, not that that's anything you'd worry about at this point — and sneakers you had always wanted when you were younger. beatrice finds a pair of dunks that you think are both very clean and, as expected, extremely boring; you get a few that are more interesting, jordan 1s and 4s and a pair of union dunks. ava knocks over a whole rack of clothes, who knows how, but charms the attendant so much they end up laughing as she helps pick things up.

there are a few more stores, with t-shirts and flannels and perfectly fitting pants. they're fancy, you know, understated and cool, and everyone knows beatrice and ava; they're happy to see them, although everyone is worried about beatrice, who handles things like a champ: she's just fine, a cycling accident in spain; recovery has been easy and she's glad to be out of the house; yes, she wants that hoodie even though — with a laugh — she definitely doesn't need it, but ava will steal it anyway.

you can tell this one is beatrice’s particular favorite, because when ava holds the door for her and beatrice walks through — slowly, but steadily, fairly coordinated with her forearm crutch opposite the big leg brace, one of the attendants shoots forward. he’s, well, beautiful, with perfect braids and and dark skin, cargo pants and a pair of off whites you don’t even want to think about how much they cost.

‘beatrice,’ he says, seemingly torn between grinning and frowning, and wraps her in a careful, familiar hug.

‘hi jalen,’ she says, and then jalen hugs ava too, who smiles into his shoulder.

‘hey bud.’

‘i’ve missed you both,’ he says. ‘how are you feeling?’

‘much better,’ beatrice says. ‘i had a facial and a massage yesterday, and down to one crutch, so i can’t complain.’

‘first, still obsessed with your hair.’ he ruffles the top, and you’re a little floored, because beatrice just laughs. ‘and, secondly, ava, you’re okay?’

‘spick and span,’ she confirms, offering two dorky thumbs up that just come off, annoyingly, as charming.

‘jalen, this is mary,’ beatrice says. ‘one of my oldest friends. mary, this is jalen. he’s a regular at ava’s bar and my favorite stylist.’

‘quite the resume,’ you say, and shake his hand.

he smiles. ‘if only beatrice would add keiko’s boyfriend to that list.’

ava snorts. ‘we would if it was true.’

‘one day.’ he sighs. ‘anyway, what are we here for today? we just got the new aime leon dore crews, beatrice.’

‘while i will be getting one of those for sure,’ she says, ‘more importantly, mary has a date tonight! and, plus, needs some new things anyway. she’s been away on business.’

‘delightful.’ he looks you over. ‘i’m feeling a tasha cloud, arike ogunbowale kinda vibe.’ he smiles, excited. ‘what do you think?’

‘i’m into it,’ you say, your chest warming: beatrice knows you; she loves you; she wants to share her life and all the good things in it. she’s built it herself. she knows who will understand.

‘great! and, please tell me if you don’t like something. my feelings won’t be hurt at all, and we want you to feel awesome.’

‘that — yes,’ you say, a little choked up out of nowhere, and you spare a glance at ava and beatrice. beatrice has settled on a couch, her leg outstretched, while ava looks through some crews and holds them up for beatrice to pick a favorite. ‘that sounds perfect.’

jalen helps you find a few pieces you love, that you can mix and match for a number of outfits. it’s surreal, to get to choose what you want — to wear every day; to wear by the beach; to wear to drinks with your sisters, so in love it’s impossible to really be annoyed; to wear on a date.

eventually, beatrice starts to fade, slumping over on ava’s shoulder on the couch, her eyes fluttering, which makes you laugh — and then jalen too, who understands somehow, that she’s okay. or, at least, that she will be.

ava tells jalen to charge everything to their account; she’d told you when you’d first come that the church pays for whatever they want, and, plus, they have beatrice’s essentially infinite trust fund anyway. you leave with a few bags, but not before you ask jalen where he gets his braids done and he grins and gets your number to send you the information. it’s one of a few in your phone; your world grows every day.

/

'okay,' you say, looking at yourself in your mirror one last time. 'good?'

'you look sexy,' ava says, helpful as always, but bea laughs softly and squeezes your hand.

'you look amazing,' she says, and she really means it. ray hadn't told you much, just that it was casual and no pressure. she's known beatrice for a while now and so, you know, she seems to understand the hesitancy toward big things, a big life. beatrice has one now, and you want one too. it's different, so different than what you thought you would have. but it's not bad; in fact, most of the time it's good.

you tie a flannel around your waist for when it inevitably gets cooler later; you had your braids redone two days ago and your babyhairs are down perfectly. ava is basically vibrating when — endearingly, because she definitely has a key — ray rings the doorbell.

'go, go!' ava says, spinning you by the shoulders in the direction of the stairs. 'beatrice and i are going to ... stay in on your balcony, i guess. right, bea?'

it feels a little like they're your parents or something; whenever lilith visits she trudges along behind them like a teenager being dragged out of her bedroom. but beatrice's smile is gentle and she takes ava's hand. 'yes, i'll make sure that ava gives you your privacy.'

you take a deep breath and nod. 'wish me luck.'

'godspeed,' ava says. 'we definitely won't stay up late waiting on the couch to make sure you get home by your curfew.'

despite yourself, you laugh.

/

ray brings you flowers and you kiss her cheek and she smiles at you, bright in the setting sun, and takes off her sunglasses and opens your car door.

'this is about as lowkey as it gets,' she says, 'but i thought we could get some in n out and watch the sunset on the beach. i know you get to watch the sunset from beatrice and ava's every day, but i have a spot i love that i want to share with you. i brought some craft beer i like, if you want a drink.' she pauses, grips the steering while tight in her hands, and it sets you at remarkable ease when you realize — she's nervous too. she's excited too.

'that sounds amazing.' she smiles and it's worth it; it's so worth it.

she lets out a relieved breath. 'okay, sweet. do you have an in n out order?'

'i've never actually been.'

'god, that's a crime.'

'look, i've only been in california for a month.'

'that's a whole month!'

you laugh at her genuine dismay. honestly, you didn't think you would be staying; you hadn't even brought more than a few days clothes in a duffel when lilith teleported you. you had planned to stay and take care of beatrice and help ava for a week tops. but then, well — 'better late than never, right?'

'so much better,' ray says, and turns on good 90s r&b while you wait in what you think might be the world's longest drive thru, although when you say that ray just laughs. she's beautiful, and your mind drifts slightly when she licks her fingers after finishing her burger, the pink clouds washing over the both of you. there are a few streaks of grey coming into the inky black of her hair, a mess of curls, and you wonder what it might be like to tangle your hands in it. to let her kiss you. to touch her back.

you talk about everything and nothing at once: who you are, but not the worst parts. not yet.

the sun sets and you put your flannel on and ray grins. 'you look really good,' she says.

'thanks. i — beatrice took me shopping.'

'ah,' ray says, 'my favorite activity to share with her. i love when she charges things to her account.'

'it was pretty sweet, honestly. i — well, you knew her, when you first met. getting out of our old line of work, at least for me, it's a lot of just... trying to figure out who i am now. who i want to be.'

'well, if tonight is anything to go by, and how highly beatrice and ava speak of you, who you are is incredible.'

you duck your head, busy yourself with gathering the napkins from dinner and putting them in the bag. you lift your head and the sun sits gold on the horizon behind ray's head. you almost laugh, then, in a little bit of disbelief — the kind of blessing you are just coming to understand. thank you, shannon, you pray. when ray smiles at you, her eyes squinting in the light, you allow yourself to really wonder: there is a halo around her head, some kind of saint, some kind of holy.

you wonder about resurrections and how ava loves so full, how beatrice is quiet and attentive and so deeply herself, now. you wonder about all of it — hell and grace and the rough orange blanket beneath you and the apartment you'd just gotten approved for, the scar along your shoulder from years ago and how often it rains here. you wonder about all of it, as you cup ray's jaw in your hand as gently as you can and ask is this okay? and she smiles — yeah, of course — and kiss her, in the remnants of the sun and the inky dusk setting in over the waves. the tide goes out, and a beautiful woman kisses you. it's a life. it's one hell of a life.

she holds your hand on the drive back to beatrice and ava's house, and when you open the front door ava scrambles up the stairs to, you guess, act like she wasn't watching out the front window, but beatrice still has her crutch and just waves from the couch, nonplussed. ray had walked you to the door and kissed your cheek and heads back to her car with a little wave in beatrice's direction, and you close the door.

'did you have a good time?' she asks, sleepy and looking like she'd showered earlier, comfortable with her leg propped on a few pillows and a heating pad on her stiff hip.

you sit next to her and then ava flings herself in the middle of you. beatrice lets out a little oof but she laughs, and ava climbs practically on top of her without any resistance. you'll never have a love like that, you're pretty sure, in this life or any of the next, because ava is ava — exuberant and unrelenting and desperately kind — but the quietness is good too. the small intimacies. 'i had a wonderful time.'

'good,' ava says, a kind of totality you're just beginning to understand: things are good. things should be good. 'bea has been falling asleep for an hour —' beatrice pouts — 'but, brunch tomorrow, maybe? i want to hear all about it.'

'yeah,' you say, a little overcome, thinking about the sunset and in n out and what it felt like to kiss someone kind after all this time; thinking about what it was like to come back to people who love you, who want you to be happy — your sisters. 'that sounds perfect.'

and it isn't perfect: beatrice is still hurt and grumpy, which makes ava grumpy, but it's beautiful and smells like the ocean and you eat whatever you want, with no plans for the day. it's not perfect, but it is good. it's a home, and a life, and you let yourself wonder about it all as you steal potatoes from ava's plate and she swats at your hand with a laugh, the sun high in the sky.

#wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #kinda they're constantly being annoying in the background lol #like annoying moms #prompts #mary!!!!!! no u will never get an explanation as to why she's back simply bc i love her lol just roll w it #THRILLED that ppl care abt her & ray tho lol that's so fun for me thank u #in the #butch bea 🥺🫡 #universe lol

[shaylixie]

Neon Lights & Rollercoasters

Word Count: 1661

Genre: Fluff.

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

Requested: Yes.

Summary: You, Marshall and friends embark on a theme park adventure.

Warnings / Contains: Slight hints at smut / sexual talk; language; dialogue heavy. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Hey! ✌🏼 I apologise if the writing is shitty - had a block for a bit & this unfortunately doesn't feel as refined as I'd like it to be. But alas. We move. Also. Just a side note. The friends mentioned in this fic are: Jessie Reyez, Denaun Porter, Royce da 5'9" & Skylar Grey. Hope you enjoy! ♡

You walk through the gates of the theme park; the sky a perfect cotton candy pink with streaks of purple and orange clouds. Well, really you do a weird run-skip-almost-trip kinda thing, with Jessie holding your hand and leading the way. Her giddiness seems to be reflecting your own, at the great amusement of the others...the others being Marshall, Denaun, Royce, and Skylar.

"Man, you guys are like some kids forreal!" Royce calls after you lightheartedly.

Jessie lets out her classic giggly laugh and says, "Gotta stay in touch with that inner child, you know."

"Yeah c'mon, Royce!" you shout after her. "When else do you see 5 stars walk into a theme park and just let loose?"

"You mean 6 stars, right?" Marshall adds. You roll your eyes, about to tell him that you don't count and that the life of fame can't touch you when he adds, "You forgot to count me twice, babe."

You crack up with everyone else and slow down, letting go of Jessie's hand to slap him playfully on the chest.

"I'm surprised we're actually doing this," Skylar says. "It's nice to do something normal for once." She glances at the bodyguards surrounding you all at a distance and then adds, "Well, mostly normal."

"Yeah, and who would've guessed you'd see the big, bad Eminem at a theme park of all places," you say, imitating what looks like either a gorilla or a bodybuilder at the words 'big, bad'.

"Yo, as long as you got 'big' in there..." Marshall quips, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you closer with a smirk.

"Big ego? Big ears? Big...hmm, I can't really think of anything else..." you retort, stifling a laugh.

Everyone laughs while Royce and Jessie let out some overdramatic "OOOOOOOH!"s

Marshall shoots you a warning glance...you're definitely going to pay for that later. "Oh it's like that now, huh? That's not what you were saying when you were on your knees las-"

"HEY LOOK A ROLLERCOASTER LET'S GO RIGHT NOW!" you very passionately interrupt him.

"Yo, I'd rather listen to your sex talk than go on that shit..." Denaun says.

"You've never been on a rollercoaster?" asks Skylar.

"Look at it!" he argues, pointing at the mega ride.

"Yeah, I think I'm with Porter on this one..." Royce adds.

"The men can't handle a little rollercoaster, huh?" Jessie teases. "I thought y'all were gangstas..."

"Yo, don't lump me into that shit. I'm going. These two are just weak," taunts Marshall.

"Aight Em, have fun throwing up then," Royce retorts quickly.

You turn to him. "What's the point of going to a theme park if you don't throw up at least once?"

"...I can't tell if you're being serious or not," Denaun muses.

You shrug and say, "Me neither. Feel like it makes for good theme park philosophy though."

"Y'all talk way too much, let's just go already!" says Jessie, eagerly leading the way again.

Somehow, you got Denaun and Royce to join anyway. Something about "we'll probably never get to do this again" that convinced them. Halfway. The rest was just the "fuck it" vibe that you all seemed to be on.

You sit next to Marshall, with Royce and Denaun close to the back and Jessie and Skylar in the front - you sitting a few seats behind them.

The build up as usual is pretty slow, and when you finally hit the peak, you fight the urge to close your eyes...then suddenly everything is a blur.

What feels like seconds later, you stumble off with the helping hand of Marshall, buzzing with adrenaline.

Jessie is laughing so hard she can barely speak, and you're right there with her, slapping her arm the way you're howling. Skylar is trying not to laugh so hard while she takes a somewhat shaky recording of the cause of said laughter...or causes. Marshall breaks character too, his laugh deep and loud and real and your favourite sound in the world.

"Never again. I ain't never doing that shit ever again!" Royce declares.

"Yo, I ain't know your voices could get that high!" Marshall teases Royce and Denaun. "I woulda made you guys sing the fucking chorus if I knew that shit."

Denaun drops to his knee dramatically and then decides to just lie down on the floor, clutching his chest...also dramatically. It just makes you and Jessie want to fall to the floor too and laugh even harder - right after you thought you had just gotten it under control. You don't notice, but Marshall has the biggest smile he's ever had in public - aimed mostly at you, standing there laughing with the people he gets to call his friends. The sight warms his heart, and not for the first time does it hit him in the chest just how much he feels for you.

You stand up on weak legs with Jessie after actually having sat down to catch your breath.

"Okay, something more chilled this time?" you suggest, followed by the relieved shouts of gratitude from the two guys.

*

The sun seems to have mostly disappeared during the rollercoaster antics, leaving the theme park now washed in an array of flashing neon and bright boardwalk lights. You take your phone out to snap a few pictures, and then flip the camera to take a selfie with Marshall. He looks unreal bathed in the glow of the colourful lights, and you can't help but to step back and capture that on your phone. Jessie offers to take a picture of the two of you as Skylar and Royce go off to buy some snacks. The pictures come out beautifully and Marshall offers to take pictures of you and Jess together in return.

It feels like you've been posing for years when Denaun finally says, "Yo you just put the flash off. Hold on lemme help-"

"Nah hold on I got it...I just gotta...wait where's the flash again?" Marshall asks.

You drop your head on Jessie's shoulder, giggling while Denaun helps your extremely tech-savvy boyfriend out.

"Aight I got it...try to look sexy now."

He snaps a few pictures just as Royce and Skylar come with extravagant-looking theme park snacks, and you take the opportunity to use them as props. Once everyone takes a picture together and a group shot is taken, you decide to just walk around and vibe for a bit, stuffing your faces as you go.

As time passes, the chill night air seems to get to you, along with the ice cream you just finished. Marshall notices and stops to take off his Doggystyle hoodie. He pulls it over your head despite your protest and kisses your cold lips briefly.

Nodding his head towards the gigantic Ferris wheel, he whispers, "Wanna go?"

You take his hand and agree, notifying the rest before walking towards the ride.

Denaun takes a picture of the two of you from behind, happy to see his friend more at peace than ever. Marshall's arm is around your shoulder, keeping you close, and your hand holds the one hanging from your shoulder while your other wraps around his waist lovingly. He sends the picture on the group chat, and 50 is the first to reply:

[ Looking good Em, glad to see you so happy. Hold on to her...and get me a ticket next time so I can crash! ]

[ Also Denaun you sneaky for this one! 😆 ]

You settle on the seat of the Ferris wheel, tucked into Marshall's side, and it slowly turns to bring you up before stopping. The two of you silently enjoy the view for a bit. Your fingers play with his and he plants a kiss on top of your head.

"Y'know...this has gotta be one of the greatest days I've had in a while," Marshall confesses.

You tilt your head to look up at him. 

"Really?"

"Yeah...I mean. Being with my girl...my friends...just fucking around and doing shit I never thought I'd do...even somehow managing to stay lowkey without facing that much harassment...man, you know what I'm saying?"

You kiss his cheek and say, "I do. I'm really happy you had a good time. I did too. I don't think I'll ever forget this day. Ever."

Marshall chuckles and leans into you a bit more.

"Yeah, me neither. Or the way you were just fucking losing it with Jess...man, that was something. I hope Sky got all that shit on tape."

You burst out laughing at the memory together, before being interrupted by his phone vibrating with a bunch of incoming messages. He smiles as soon as he opens it.

"It's the girls," he reveals, eliciting an immediate grin from you. "I sent them some photos...Hailie just saw 'em," he finishes, laughing to himself.

You glimpse one of those pictures now as his wallpaper before he tucks his phone away, and your heart does cartwheels at the sight.

"We should do this with them one day," you suggest. "It'd be fun. With their boyfriends too. Well, Alaina's fiancé. Even Stevie has a partner now...they're all so grown up, huh?" you muse.

He sighs, but an intimate smile crosses his face at the thought of his kids. You let him get lost in his head for a few, while resting your head on his shoulder.

"I really love you, y/n. You know that?"

"I love you too, Marshall," you reply with a kiss to the top of his hand. "And...I don't know that. Maybe you should remind me?"

He succumbs to your cheekiness; his lips meeting yours. You stay like that for a while, just kissing, as you melt further into him.

The Ferris wheel turns again and suddenly it feels like you're on the top of the universe; kissing the love of your life above a soft, neon-painted world, with the stars closer than ever; surrounded by the ones you love most.

Your heart couldn't be more full.

#eminem x reader #marshall mathers x reader #eminem fluff #marshall mathers fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers imagine #eminem fanfiction #marshall mathers fanfiction #fluff #shay's requests

[nicolesainz]

Within the limits (Ben Chilwell x Jenson Button x OC) Chapter 4

warnings: minors dni, 18+, sexual themes, angst and a hint of fluff

author's note: here is the debate: I still don't know who Chelsea is gonna end up with (spoiler, its gonna be mason, jk no)

Next chapter

"She's good, isn't she?" Mason nudged me while my eyes were still fixed on Chelsea's figure. She was looking nervous and anxious when this Jenson guy came up to us. Should I have intervened anyhow? Help her?

"She seems very friendly and sweet. Can't create a full opinion about someone I barely know, but I feel like we will get along." Last night before we came here, I was watching clips of her with Gary and Micah, fully blown away with her wit and knowledge when it comes to football. Doesn't act like a 'know-it-all', willing to listen to new opinions, knows her fair share of interesting statistics and facts.

"Trust me, you'll love her. Very reliable and sensible woman." Mason praises her into my eyes, although it's not very necessary given that she has made an incredible first impression.

Chelsea walks away from Jenson back to us with a worried look on her face that is trying to hide under a faint smile. How can someone switch her mood this badly? What is he to her anyway?

“So, have you been enjoying the tour? Am I a good guide?” Chelsea asks shyly and ready for her next move.

“Very much. On both levels!” I say to her, with an incredibly high pitched voice that causes Mason to giggle.

“Glad to hear. Because I need to have the same momentum for the next two years!” Suddenly her smile becomes insanely real compared to the pity one she had to pretend.

“No doubts that you won’t have the same energy and passion for football like you do for Formula One. Plus, our league is getting bigger and bigger.” Mason winks and caresses Chelsea’s arm softly, which kinda stung me, metaphorically speaking.

"Oh what? Did Jude Bellingham sign for Liverpool after being a few months at Real Madrid?" both of the guys roll their eyes at my comment.

"How does he do that? Getting the girls on and off pitch." Mason clicks his teeth annoyed.

"He's not my type, if that's what you suggest. And he's more than welcome to stay at Madrid for the Spanish girls."

"So what's your type? Any chance you take applicants?" Mason cheekily says eyeing Ben whose face had turned into a deep red color.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Mount." I am not gonna lie, Mason is very handsome but he is not the type of guy I would normally be attracted to. On the other hand Ben has a unique type of handsomeness. One look at him and suddenly my heart beats faster. I want to be held hostage by his eyes and the way he looks at me.

"Shall we head back to the garage? Do you guys remember the way back? Lando needs to show you the set up and I need to go back to my team for the pre-race show. But I will see you during the grid walk."

"Oh yeah, we do. Thank you Chelsea for the tour. We'll see you soon." Ben smiles and says in quite a rush, patting Mason on the back, who is clearly giving him dirty looks.

I waved both of them goodbye and made my way towards the Sky Sports team who was getting ready to go live in a few minutes for the pre-race action. Natalie, Martin and Jenson were there all reading their notes and discussing with one another.

"Look what the cat dragged out of the bag. What's up missy?" Natalie says, taking me into a hug. I simply adore this woman.

"Had to give the paddock tour to some footballers, England internationals and friends of Lando." I say in the most ignorant way so Jenson doesn't get too offended by my descriptions of them.

To my disadvantage, Jenson's look rises and winks playfully at me. I feel butterflies whenever he gives me the lowed look, fuck him. Well, that's what I will be doing after the race, that's for sure.

"Meeting your new colleges I see. Aren't we enough?" Martin cheekily replies and I respond with a pout, acting as if I was offended by his comment.

"No one can replace you. Two years will go with a blink of an eye." I say while putting on my headset while Jenson coughs loudly.

"Don't worry Martin. I will make sure she won't replace us." Jenson blurts out, knowing very well that this has a second meaning besides the response to Martin. Bastard.

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Trying to avoid Ben and Mason was extremely difficult during the grid walk, despite it being the messiest part of the pre-race show. I tried to get my way into the pitlane with Ted but unsuccessfully.

Jenson was stuck with me through the entire time of the show, not letting go of my hand once. Well, only in front of the cameras or a few celebrities. Whenever I tried to switch my microphone hands, he could hold on to something else that I was wearing or was on me.

At some point he even tried to touch my ass, but I slapped his hand away the moment I felt his hand ghosting over my skirt. He has never acted so clingy before. Worst part is, when I looked behind to remove Jenson's hand from myself, Ben and I'd eyes locked and I turned more red than a tomato. Why? He gave a worried look and mouthed to me if I needed help but I gave him a thumbs up to reassure him that I am okay.

After that, Mason and his eyes were scanning me and Jenson the entire time, worried that he may do something like that again and prevent it as soon as possible. I couldn't possible explain to them the reason this was happening because then god knows what they'll think of me. Or even Jenson.

Thankfully the torturing part was over and Jenson headed back to the commentary box along with Nico and Crofty, as I made my way back to the pitlane followed with my huge headset and loads of notes.

It certainly was a race weekend to forget regarding the second hand embarrassment I felt but I enjoyed meeting Ben and seeing Mason again. An even better part of this race weekend was Lando getting his first victory of the season at his home Grand Prix with Lewis following in second and George in third. A full British podium.

After the post-race interviews finished, I rushed into my car and got into the drivers seat, before Jenson would steal it once again. The moment I shut my door, there was a knock on the window.

"Scoot over darling. I am in charge." Jenson eyes me and opens the driver's door.

"After how you behaved today? I don't think so sir." It ticks him so badly being called 'sir' so I believe it was very fitting at the moment.

"I hope you learn from your mistakes next time." He rolls his eyes and climbs into the car, at the passenger's seat next to me. Whenever Jenson says something like that, I tend to regret my actions. This time and especially with what has happened, I fear even more.

We decided to book a hotel closer to the circuit which thankfully means less driving for me now but more for when I have to drive back all the way to Manchester.

Silence is filling the room, with only soft music disrupting the peace. I don't really mind the quietness but clearly Jenson does and decides to take matters into his own hands.

As I am trying to focus on the road, Jenson's hand gets ahold on my thigh which is showing more than it should, caressing it softly on the inner part. I don't remove his hand, supposedly thinking it's innocent and nothing more.

The hand's movements become more fragile for my skin as his touch is sending shivers down my spine. His fingers are playing with the lace of my underwear, stretching them until you hear the cracks of the fabric.

"Jenson please" is all I manage to say as I am being caught off guard with fingers softly drawing circles around my wetness and lightly sliding them inside me.

"Please what, baby?" he coos inside my ear and I am unable to even phrase a proper word. He has a ridiculously big effect on me, something I hate myself for.

"G-give me, f-f-five min-nutes." I barely say as his fingers are being buried deeper with faster movements inside my pussy, causing it to throb and ache. Oh my god.

"Your time is over. It's time to play with my favourite toy." I gulp hardly and bite my lower lip, trying to hold the steering wheel as steady as possible. Jenson's free arm assist me with driving, something that surprises me, given he can make me finish and drive at the same time.

It doesn't take more than two minutes when I finally pull in front of the hotel and I feel Jenson's fingers free my pussy. I look at him with a fully flushed face and a smirk is being drawn on his lips. He will be the death of me.

"Take off your panties and give them to me. Pretend like everything is fine even though you feel the ache that my fingers have caused you." he commands and like the girl in love that I am, I oblige.

The wait until we finally reach the room is unbearable. I try to walk as shamelessly as possible, acting like nothing is going on underneath me. My panties are stuffed on Jenson's pocket, placed there very carefully as if he isn't in possession of anything.

Once the door unlocks, he shuts its loudly and pushes me against, his lips all over mine, kissing me as if we hadn't touched since forever. He is hungry. I know he loves me but the way he is acting now shows possessiveness and jealousy.

"You are mine and only mine sweetheart." He gasps for air before smashing onto my neck, sucking it violently, as his hands are busy trying to undo my bra. Once he finally manages to clip it off, his fingers toy with my hardened nipples and instantly earns a moan from me.

"I need you Jense." I breathe out and move my hands on his chest, undressing him from the polo that was blocking my favourite view. Jenson's body was built like he was a fucking god. He may be 43 but he looks better than any guy my age would.

"Jump" he commands once more and I wrap my legs around his waist. My body is thrown on top of the bed and with his firm arms, Jenson spreads my legs wide, revealing my throbbing and needy pussy, whilst he is unbuckling his pants, revealing an equally hardened erection.

He is standing in front of me, full blown naked and I feel like I have lost my senses. Goddamn he is stupidly handsome and I am glad to be under his mercy. I feel vulnerable under his sight and like he is about to feast, he climbs on top of me, scanning my body from head to toe.

"Oh my innocent baby. I will try to play nice, despite how much I want to fuck you raw." He growls and flicks his tongue over my pussy, causing me to groan loudly.

"Who said I wanted you to play nice?" I say in a low manner, with the neediness apparent in my voice.

#ben chilwell #louise jenson #ben chilwell x reader #jenson button x reader #fanfic writing

[lesbicosmos]

the giggle spoilers!!

my thoughts while watching

seeing david and catherine's names in the credits is making me cry this can't be the last time

shirley!!! kate!!!

mel!!! haven't seen classic but ahh i love that they're bringing classic characters back

OMG THE RETURN OF THE ICON TRINITY WELLS

that laugh is actually terrifying

donnas right they need to just stop and TALK

"i don't know if i can save your life this time" YOU FUCKING BETTER

oh god evil doctor puppet

damn these last two specials are taking the uncanny valley thing and running with it huh

why was donna smacking a puppet on a wall so badass

the HUG 🫶

AMY MENTION! CLARA MENTION!! BILL MENTION!!! AAAAAA

the toy maker's constant changing accent is rly unnerving

"im already running!" icon

sudden spice girls musical moment???

this is utter chaos. i love it.

this is giving the "you could be beautiful" moment with the master from the end of time

WHAT NOT ALREADY

I WASNT EXPECTING THIS YET

ALLONS-Y!! LETS GO!! THE OPPOSITE OF I DONT WANT TO GO OH MY GOD

okay what is happening

NCUTI?? TWO DOCTORS

WHAT

i love him already

LMAO I JUST NOTICED THE OUTFIT SPLIT NCUTI HAS NO TROUSERS

it's giving balloon games at a kid's bday party

the doctor hugging himself must be so therapeutic

THE GOLD TOOTH!! THE MASTER??

ADRIC, RIVER, SARAH JANE MENTIONS!! AND ROSE!! THIS IS TOO MUCH

"to come home" DO YOU HEAR ME SOBBING?? DONNA IS HIS HOME 😭😭

TWO TARDISES???

david went so scottish when he said wheelchair accessible

tardis jukebox??? umm yes!??

WAIT DOES THIS MEAN 14 AND DONNA COULD JUST GO OFF ON THEIR OWN NEW ADVENTURES??? SPINOFF WHEN

14 being part of donnas family 😭😭

david being weird with his eyebrows i love him

HIS FAVOURITE NIECE 😭😭 THE DOCTOR AND DONNA SIBLINGS CANON

"you don't have to stay forever" "we'll see"

actually crying

15S THEME 🛐

#oh my god holy fucking shit #that was #oh my god #i loved that #AND DONNA DIDNT DIE!! RESULT #doctor who #dw spoilers #doctor who 60th #the giggle #fourteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #donna noble #david tennant #catherine tate #ncuti gatwa

[aphroditelovesu]

Deadline - Yandere Taehyung

so I've been working on a little concept of a yandere Taehyung. Could it become a fanfic with like 5 chapters? Or more dependent? Yes, but first I wanted to see if anyone would like it. This one would be like what it would be like, an introduction. Let me know what you think!

TW: yandere themes, stalking, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of pregnancy, dub-con, torture and implied murder.

Word Count: 823.

By: ~ Lady L 🌸

Taehyung smiled coldly, like a predator looking at its prey. And that was exactly how he felt. Y/N was his prey and he was her terrible predator.

"My, my…" He shook his head disapprovingly. "Do you really think you can escape me? Oh my dear Y/N, when will you finally learn?"

"I-I..." She tried to speak but was interrupted by Kim.

"But I should imagine you're so stupid that even after being punished so many times you wouldn't learn." He was staring at her with such a cold expression that Y/N felt the hairs on her body stand on end. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

L/N didn't know what was worse, being stuck with the man who destroyed her life or that she was expecting a child from that same man. In her mind, there was no comparison.

"I don't think I punished you enough, angel. Looks like the beatings I gave you in the past weren't enough." Kim's expression was stern, his brow furrowed. The poor girl was in dire straits. "But that ends now."

"NO!" Taehyung was surprised by L/N's sudden outburst. "I can not take it anymore! You don't own me, FUCK! I AM NOT YOUR "ANGEL"!" Y/N took a deep breath before continuing, trying to muster up the courage. "Don't treat me like I'm your possession, because I'm not. The worst day of my life was meeting you and God only knows how I regret accepting that cup of coffee."

Taehyung was silent and still, like a beautiful sculpture in a museum, as he carefully watched the change in his possession behavior.

"How dare you disobey your master?" His posture was calm and cool, he didn't seem irritated, just annoyed.

"You n-" She had been interrupted once more.

"Once again I say: how dare you disobey your master?" His tone was firm, but it still sounded so beautiful to hear. That was what disturbed Y/N the most at that moment, she was shaking with fear, but she still felt attracted to that man. "Didn't your parents teach you not to be rude to your master, angel?"

Y/N felt like her heart stopped. She recognized the tone of voice, the same words she'd heard so many times… It was a threat, even if it didn't seem like it and she knew she was fucked. In every possible way. But Y/N still had one card up her sleeve: her pregnancy. Taehyung is a despicable monster, but he loves children and dreams of having children with his sweetheart, and she knew he wouldn't be able to hurt her if she knew she was pregnant. Or at least that's what she hoped. She took a deep breath before deciding to tell him, "TaeTae…" She began affectionately, using the nickname she knew he loved. "I-I... Well, I'm pregnant!" She finally dropped the bombshell, watching Taehyung's symmetrical face closely, hoping to see any spark of compassion and love.

"I do not believe you." He shot her a furious look. "You're lying to escape your punishment, aren't you, angel?"

"No! It's true Tae, I'm expecting your child. I-I have a blood test to prove it!"

"Where is it?" There was none of the compassion that Y/N expected.

"In my parent's house. In my old room."

"Hmm. Looks like I'll have to pay my in-laws a visit." Y/N's eyes widened.

"Y-You don't have to do this, just believe me. I would never lie about such a thing!" She exclaimed, exasperated.

"And why should I believe you? You tried to escape me. And if what you're saying is true, you tried to take my child away from me and I can't forgive that."

"Y-You... You..."

"Y-You... You..." Taehyung scoffed, even angrier than before. All this talk was getting on his nerves. "Stay still and here. I'm going to my in-laws' house to get the exam and if you're telling the truth... Well, we'll have to deal with that."

"By dealing you mean that-"

"I think you understood very well what I said, princess." And he came out of the basement, where Y/N was trapped.

Y/N sighed and cringed in the corner in fear, knowing there was no point in doing anything else. She just hoped that Taehyung wasn't suggesting she get an abortion, she didn't want to and wouldn't, this was her child and she wouldn't allow any harm to come to him or her. Most of the reason she tried to run away was after finding out she was pregnant, she would never allow her child to grow up with Kim Taehyung. The possessive mobster who has developed an unhealthy obsession with her.

"Y/N why did you have to take the job of investigating Kim Taehyung? If you hadn't accepted none of this would be happening!"

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Shackled (Chapter 19)

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.

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Notes: Guess what you guys? This is the second to final chapter, we are almost done. And I'd like to thank everyone who's supported this series. I truly appreciate it, and I hope you stay for any future series to come along. I am truly grateful.

The side of your face is pushed into the mattress, and your back is arched unnaturally. Rafe at your rear, fucking you at a sinful pace as he holds your arms behind you. Keeping your movement restricted and at his mercy. 

The room is quiet save for your whimpers, his occasional grunts, with your skin slapping against each other.

Rafe was like a man depraved with how he took you the night before and continued to take you well into the morning. Only stopping to rest and recharge, and as soon as you closed your eyes, he would have you up and contorted into a new position to take him.

As you climax again, you tighten around him, and with a final push, Rafe lets out a heavy grunt before spilling his seed inside you. You finally collapse, unsure if you can take much more of this, blinking as you spot the sun peeking through his curtains. 

You sigh and collapse into the bed as he lets you go, pulling you into his chest as his fingers drag along your back. 

Exhaustion overtakes you as your eyes close, and you fall into a deep slumber. 

It's noon when you wake up, and Rafe is fully dressed, at his desk, with his phone in his hand. You carefully move to sit up, your muscles screaming as the soreness overtakes your senses. 

You hear his footsteps before you feel his arms wrap around you. Before you know it, he's trapped you into a make-out session, and as you think it escalates, you pull away.

"I need a break," you push a hand against his chest, hoping he'll take the hint and leave you alone. 

He stares for a moment before saying ok. 

But he doesn't move away, moving further into the bed and pulling you into his lap. 

"I think this is the perfect opportunity to discuss my terms," he says.

You give him a questioning look. 

"Remember when you were at the hospital, and I promised to foot your bill and take care of you if you returned the favor?"

"Oh," you slightly lift your head as the memory rushes back. 

"What I did for you was a pretty big fucking deal, so the return needs to match up… you understand that, right?" he looks at you, waiting for you to agree. 

"What do you want, Rafe?" you press. 

"Kids,"

You quickly perk up, ignoring the resistance in your muscles.

"Five, actually. I want a big family," he pulls you closer. "With you playing the dutiful housewife and mommy,"

You try to pull away, but he doesn't let you. "We have to get married first, of course, so when I get down on one knee and ask, the only thing that should come out of your mouth is yes."

"I don't want kids, Rafe," you say.

"Well, I do, and as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters," he smirks, triumph lacing his words. 

Your stomach drops, and anxiety and panic shoot through your nerves. Rafe notices and decides to offer some consolation. 

"You can still travel and live your life to the fullest. We can do it together, and when we have the kids, we'll hire a nanny or something," he pulls your head toward his direction, "This could be a nice little arrangement for you too. You just have to cooperate," 

"I don't want kids. I don't want to bring children into this fucked up situation, and I don't want to get married, especially not to you." you try to pull away, but his hold tightens. Anger adorns his face.

"That's too bad because you can either be ok with this, or I can lock you in a fucking basement. The choice is yours; either way, I still get what I want." 

"Listen to me, Rafe,"

"You already agreed at the hospital,"

"I didn't realize this was what I was agreeing to,"

"Maybe, you should have asked a few questions before saying yes,"

"Rafe, listen!"

"No! We can do this the easy way or the hard way, I'm fine with both, but I'm not sure you'll be." he threatens. He stills for a moment watching your reaction before pulling you off of him and walking towards the door. "Get ready, breakfast is waiting, and Ward has a surprise for us."

He opens the door, and before he leaves, he turns back, "And please be on your best behavior."

You felt so helpless. You wanted to cry, but you knew it would be pointless. How long could you keep fighting before you get tired? Before Rafe started getting violent?

A tear escapes before you can think about it, and frustration slowly consumes you. 

You let out an anxious sigh before moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

What could you do?

***

Ward bought you a house. 

Correction, Ward bought Rafe a mansion. You knew better no matter how much Rafe insisted it was for you.

He also promoted Rafe to be district manager of Cameron Development, North Carolina division, as he worked on branching out to other areas.

Whatever that meant, you knew it couldn't be good for you. 

Now here you were, in a barely furnished home, thinking about what to order for dinner. It felt so dreadfully domestic. There was no way out, and you still needed to decide if you would give Rafe what he wanted. You'd have little choice in his eyes. But did you really have any fight left in you? 

Then it hit you. 

You didn't want to fight anymore. You wanted to relax on a beach with a long island in hand. Touring popular spots while eating exciting foods. You wanted to have hobbies and dance for fun, not for tips. 

Would falling into Rafe's whims be all that bad? It couldn't be much worse considering your position without him. 

It wouldn't be so bad to play along. He would get bored, and you may find yourself in a place where you can leave him. Hopefully, before the thought of any kids comes along.

For the first time in months, you felt hopeful. You decided that you didn't need to suffer. You could still get what you wanted. You just needed to do it from a different perspective. You needed to be as conniving and manipulative as Rafe. And although you were still determining if that were possible, you could still put in the effort. 

And with this newfound vigor, you decided to cook instead. 

When you guys moved to the mansion, Rafe gave you a new phone with a few pre-downloaded apps. A few food delivery apps, but there was one grocery delivery. He had an account linked already, so you just needed to order. 

Going all out, you make a full-course meal with red wine and a chocolate dessert. 

The shock on Rafe's face when he noted the dinner plates meticulously placed on a blanket on the floor. 

You didn't have a dining table yet, so you had to do a picnic style. 

You pulled him by the arm and had him put his suitcase down before seating him on the blanket. Pouring him a glass of wine before taking a seat yourself. 

You talked about many things while you both sat and ate and as your meal ended, Rafe decided he could not hold his question anymore. 

"What are you doing?" he asks. 

You had a few plates in your hands when he asked, "I'm cleaning up," you say.

"No, I meant, why did you do all of this," he gestures to the finished mess before him. 

You move to put the plates down on the island. "I thought long and hard about your demands and have decided to comply." you shrug.

"Why?" he asks. 

You move and stand in front of him before kneeling to his level, "Because I realized you're all I have left," you give him a quick peck on the lips, and as you peel back, he has a smirk on his face, as if he's earned a victory.

You move to kiss him, this time choosing not to pull away. Pushing him on his back and straddling his hips. 

Grinding against his hardening cock, he squeezes your waist in his hands. 

You pull back, 

"Hurry up and fuck me,"

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