#you could snarl at me that'd be fine

[andy-clutterbuck]

6x10 | The Next World

#i hope rick's a better driver than andy #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S6 #me as the door #...who said that #excuse me but the nose™ #i love me an agitated rick #you could snarl at me that'd be fine #daddy's had enough™ #also his arm hair but i'm not gonna be that weird right now #profile that'd make renaissance sculptors green with envy #michelango's gonna just throw david in the river and give up

[eris-snow]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, fluff

Imagine getting saved by bakugou. That'd be hot af.

"So you're Explosive Dynamight's little partner," The villain sneers as he watches you squirm in your binds. "You're tied up nice and tight, so don't bother trying to escape, precious."

Being Bakugou's partner is a health hazard in more ways than one. He controls your every emotion and action, just like how he's at the sweet mercy of your smiles and mood.

He runs your mind, every thought consumed by him in your free time because, why wouldn't it be? He's your perfect boyfriend that was one of the top heroes in Japan. He's your perfect boyfriend that still makes time for you even on late nights because he's just the best like he claims to be.

But being Bakugou's partner is a health hazard because sometimes, you'd end up in situations like, well, this.

"It's time to take Number 2 down a couple of pegs," The villain growled, tracing a hand on your cheek. You're quivering, but you keep your mouth ironed shut.

Bakugou will come.

He always does.

"Who knew he was hiding you this entire time. His greatest weakness...ha, he was a fool for revealing it to the public." You yank your head out of his grasp, biting your lip. Any second now...

"Oi!" A harsh slap lands on your face, making your eyes widen in shock as you whimper at the impact. "Answer me!"

Ignoring the sting in your cheek, you glare daggers at the villain who'd decided to apprehend you. "You think you're tough stuff?" You scoff. "You and your little gang over here are small fries compared to everything he's been through. You don't stand a chance."

Said gang shifted nervously at your confidence. Sure, they caught you, but it wasn't like they were the first ones to do this since Bakugou revealed his relationship with you.

The villain snarled, looming over you "You little-"

An explosion fires of nearby, cutting his sentence off. Normally, it's a sound that scares people off, but it has long become a sound of comfort for you.

You smirk at them, sticking your tongue out at the villain just before his eyes widen.

Dynamight had arrived.

"HANDS OFF MY GIRL, FUCKER!" The blond hollers, whipping his hands in front of his face to shoot concentrated detonations at all their faces. He lands in front of you, facing down the gang leader who was howling in pain at the explosion.

Small fry.

From behind, you were blessed with the beautiful image of the blond's muscles flexing, skin shining with sweat.

Your boyfriend had muscles sculpted like a Greek demigod, just the right amount to look strong but not buff, and you loved it.

"You have some nerve, I'll give you that," He jeers, lowering his stance. "Fortunately, that's the only thing you have."

Before the villain could say anything, Katsuki blasts up close and personal to his face, before promptly detonating so many miniature attacks on the villain with grace akin to a dancer. He finishes his work with one final blow, causing the villain to collapse, groaning as he sinks into unconsciousness.

"Baby," He says softly, fondly as he rushes over to you untying your bonds quickly as soon as the police arrive on the scene to arrest the low-grade villains. The rope that dug into your skin makes you wince when you're finally free, making Bakugou hold you close.

"Hell, are you okay? Let me see you-" He stills, eyes flashing when he noticed your swollen face.

Oh no.

"Katsuki, come back here-"

"No."

"I'm fine, seriously! You've already knocked him unconscious!" You protest, clinging to your boyfriend's arm.

"I didn't hit the fucker hard enough!"

You giggle, leaning up and planting a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"My hero," you coo, the fear seeping away for the crashing waves of love to wash your grateful heart.

"My world," He grins, planting a bold, firm kiss on your lips.

Being Bakugou's partner is a health hazard, but the benefits that come back are repaid tenfold as you're reminded of how no matter where you are, Bakugou would come save you.

Anywhere, anytime.

#mha #mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugō #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x you #my hero academia #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #fluff #bakugou fluff

[thevoidscreams]

Hello🌹You can write something about Sanguinius, with a reader who has the reputation and behavior of  Ciaphas Cain and that the reader is very attached to the angel and his legion. In general, if you have a better idea, then it's even better😊 just make it Sanguinius with a cool reader. Thanks in advance💚🖤❤️💙

Bet you thought i forgot about this. But I didn't....I just forgot where it was that i was writing it. It's also not exactly on character i got way more self deprecating with it.

Rating: G No warnings just the usual 30kness.

The angel didn't think his hearts could take much more of this. His hearts were racing in a panic as he flipped over the mangled haul of a rhino, anxiety rising as he prepared for the worst. 

Instead, he found you scuffed but alive in a natural groove in the earth. As if the dip had been placed there specifically for your tiny body to fall into.

"Hi honey, how's the battle going?" You joked. He didn't think it was funny at all, but it'd have to wait. The battlefield was no place for a lover's quarrel.

"We are going to discuss this later." All around the both of you, his legion was pushing back a massive invasion of Orks. And just to the side of your exploded rhino was the charred remains of their war boss, his head half gone from the explosion that'd rocked the battlefield, drawing the angel's attention in the first place. What remained was a mangled mess that snarled up hateful and defiant even in death.

Your half cooked plan had paid off. Much to your delight. "YES! It worked! Look, Sanguinius, I got him, I got the war boss." 

"Yes, I see. You did well." Sanguinius said quietly, picking you out of the dirt where you still sat celebrating your victory over the massive green skin.

Sanguinius looked down at it, and the corners of his vision tinted red as he swung his blade down in one hate filled swing, taking the rest of its head clean off in one mighty blow. It'd threatened your life, and he hated it for that. He suddenly found that he hated all of these green life forms, dead or alive. And none of them could be left standing.

Sanguinius's fist clenched around the hilt of his sword. No, he had to get you back to safety.

"I'm taking you back behind the lines." 

"Yeah, okay." Your voice came out in a squeak without much protest.

Still his irritation spiked, already heightened by the natural aggression instilled by his gene flaw. "You were supposed to stay behind the lines. I only agreed to let you come because you promised to only watch and vox me if their movements became irregular. You didn't do that. You did exactly what I asked you not to do."

“Yes I know, but I can explain ... .once you’ve won that is.” You hurriedly insured, wanting very much for him to get you back to a “Safe” distance.

Sanguinius sighed, he had to admit that you'd never gotten hurt so far. Never anything more than a scratch or bruised. It was like you'd be supernaturally blessed with the gift of luck.

No. Not luck. It was just your tactical mind thinking ten steps ahead. Luck was superstitious, and his father would scoff at the suggestion.

Sanguinius took to the air, with you wrapped up in his arms. "My dove, I understand you want to help and fight. But you are so precious to me."

Internally you scoffed, but externally you gave him a firm look, as if to convince him that you weren’t some soft little coward who secretly did want nothing more than to stay on his flag ship and sip expensive beverages and eat fine foods.

"I won't get hurt though, I'll be fine. Ask any in your legion who saw. I was holding on just fine before the war boss even showed up." Of course he didn’t need to know that the only reason you were on the field to begin with was that a bomb squig had chased you out of your relatively cushy, covered position.  

He landed, back-winging gently as he set you on your feet. "You will stay here behind the lines where you promised to stay the first time."

There wasn't much you could do to argue with a primarch. But just to make sure he called out to the closest marine who turned eagerly when his primarch addressed him.

"Watch her. This time, she is to stay here and watch." 

Some prideful part of you wanted to be mad, but his voice was all patience and gentleness. You couldn't stay angry, he’d understand later, once you’d had time to explain.

You turned away from the fighting, not wanting to think about the thousands of gnashing teeth and cruel eyes of the enemy that almost saw to your destruction that day. It might have been cowardly, well no, it was. But that’s what you were by nature, even if no one but yourself recognized that. Deep inside yourself you wished to be a hero, wished to be as valiant and stalwart as those you loved and occasionally fought alongside. You wished you could really be the person people saw you as. Some great humanitarian and a worthwhile individual who didn’t just luck your way into these victories.

You could see the retreated populace in the distance. Wounded and tired. They needed rest and shelter. Then an idea came to you. Maybe you could be a hero today. Even in some minor capacity.

When the green skins had at last been driven back into a valley and trapped, Sanguinius left them to be cleaned up by his legion. They would be easy to finish off now. Trapped as they were.

He found you working, still with his faithful Son by your side. He relieved the marine of his post and sent him to finish the battle. 

"The battle is nearly over. We'll be heading back to the Red Tear soon."

You didn't respond verbally, just nodded.

Your eyes were fixed on the tent pole in your hands as you secured it against the planet’s powerful breeze. The civilians were receiving care and being served small meals as an immediate relief effort.

"I want to continue helping set up the tents and serving the meals." 

"I know." He couldn't apologize, he hadn't done anything wrong in ensuring your safety, but he still felt as if he'd had. 

"The orcs have been driven back, can I stay to help now?" You asked.

He nodded and offered a hand to secure the tent’s pole, you let him take it. You smiled and moved on to the next pole.  'Good, at least she doesn't hate me.' Sanguinius thought.

The whole company stayed several days longer than expected. The orks were long dead, their bodies burned. You'd insisted on staying and giving aid, it was the charitable thing to do. 

The people thanked you all profusely. Some gave near religious bouts of praise to them.

Sangunius took their thanks for the extended aid as he always did. With humility, and grace. But there was a bit of selfishness to it. He wanted you to be happy with him again. It didn't take long for that to happen but he still took those extra few days to ensure it. Not that you gave him as much time anyways, not with the amount of injuries that needed attending and the amount of mouths there was to cook for. You'd been going almost non-stop, helping loved ones reunite, helping burn those that were dead by the hands of the orks and burying those that died after.

The humans began to look to you as some sort of authority or guide. Seeing you lead them and the respect the people held for you made his heart flutter and his wings ruffle. 

He'd need to get you alone sooner rather than later.

This wasn't the place for all that.

When there was enough order at last he ordered everyone to begin returning to the Red Tear.

"My love?" Sanguinius addressed you as you both arrived on the ship. You turned to look up at him. “Yes, my Angel?” He felt a thrill of excitement shoot up his spine and his wings practically hummed, he loved when you called him that, mostly cause you only called him that when you were happy. But he pushed it down and maintained his calm and casual air. “May we speak in my office?”

You nodded and followed him across the ship. A little light in his long shadow. Still despite how little you felt people still whispered your name as if you were some hero of the imperium. Passing voices recounting your "heroic" deed of killing the warboss. They didn't even know the faintest hint of the truth. You looked up to watch Sanguinius, in all his regal beauty. He was too good for a coward like you, was all you could think.

His office was as lovely as the rest of the ship and you made an effort to use admiring it to avoid the upcoming conversation. Sanguinius was generally good at reading you despite your best efforts. He stayed quiet and let you have some time, he could sense you needed it. But it couldn't last forever.

"You've been in my office many times. Surely the trimming can't be all that new or exciting to you, darling." Sanguinius urged at last.

"Speak for yourself, I just noticed a brand new spot I've never noticed before, and it is delightful."

Sanguinius smiled despite himself.

"You know why I want to talk."

It was true, you did. But you didn't want to have to explain that you were a coward to your dauntless lover. 

"I know." Was all you could get out before your throat tightened and the first few tears dropped unbidden from your eyes as you continued to avoid meeting his gaze.

The sight of your tears had an immediate effect on the man, primarch or no he was still your lover and he hated seeing you distressed. He reached for you and you let him take you into his arms. His wings followed, wrapping you up in their power and protection. 

"Darling, what's wrong? I'm not angry with you if you're worried about that." Part of you was but it was a much smaller part than the voice in your head that kept calling you a coward and a liar.

"I didn't want to disobey your orders the other day." You said, strangely flat in tone. Your eyes still leaked those darned salty tears but you'd already begun and you couldn't stop now. "I didn't want to be on the battlefield at all to be completely honest with you." You'd never told him how much you didn't actually like the field of battle.

"Then why? What could have possessed you to do what you did."

"It was an accident, I was chased onto the field… by a squig."

Sanguinius could picture this new version of events clearly. And to his own self he felt ashamed, not just for getting cross with you but for the almost sickening sense of relief that flooded every inch of him. It was a new reason to keep you here, on his flagship and away from the battlefield.

His wings closed in tightly on you and he continued to listen.

"It was one of those that was covered in bombs. And I ran, I had a lasgun, I could have shot it. But I ran, like a coward." 

Sanguinius held you tighter and shook his head. "You're not, you had to get to a safer distance before you could do anything."

It was your turn to shake your head then. "I didn't even think about that. I was just scared and I ran."

Sanguinius was quiet. "Why did you ask to come along with us to the surface?" He was changing the subject, trying to give you a break from the previous line of thought. 

"I didn't. I made a joke about wishing I could spend the day with you despite the battle and it was put in as an official request to join you."

Sanguinius's wings puffed in frustration and a measure of anger. That such a sentiment should have resulted in your endangerment.

"I'm sorry, my love. That shouldn't have happened." He kissed the top of your head but you didn't respond. A claw of worry tore at him and he gave you a gentle squeeze. All that came from you was a quiet shuddering sob.

"Why are you crying?" He asked at last, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to add to the stress of the situation. Sanguinius was loathed to admit that seeing you like this left him feeling helpless. And he despised seeing you cry.

"Because now you know." You choked out, voice heavier with grief.

“Darling, I don’t think you are a coward. I think that you were in a stressful situation and reacted. You are not used to being on the field of battle. Besides, your actions today did help us. Even if I was terrified for your safety.” “You were terrified?” You asked, astonished, eyes wide and still wet with tears. “Of course I was, I heard over the vox that a rhino had landed on you. How could I not be terrified?” He drew in a breath. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sanguinius tilted your chin up just a bit. “I love you.” He whispered the words so softly you almost questioned whether or not you had actually heard him right. “I love you too.” His lips brushed softly against yours, the kiss was sweet and he filled it with all the concern and love he’d felt over the past several days. “I think I’d like to just stay on the ship from now on. And I’ll just have your time and affection when things are settled.”

The primarch breathed quietly in relief. “Good. Because I’m not willing to risk your safety after all of that.”You both chuckled and he lifted you up. “Now let's get cleaned up. And I’ll give you some of that much desired affection.”

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #primarchs #my writing #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #warhammer 40k x reader

[furious-haste-of-malice]

"I heard things about you," he said in a low voice. "They say you gain favours by offering your fána to others. And I know it to be true. Even if you won't admit it, I've seen how you act when we fight. How you will always evade and deny and scream and throw insults, but also show off your fána and make sure it touches mine –" 

✦ ⁺ ‧ Day 5 ⁺ Tulkas x Melkor (background/implied Melkor x Mairon) ✦ ⁺ ‧ Synopsis: Tulkas chases Melkor with the intention of stopping him from committing evil deeds - and satisfying an age-old craving. ✦ ⁺ ‧ Featuring/prompts: Hate sex, rough sex, non-con, humiliation/degradation, light bondage ✦ ⁺ ‧ Warnings: Non-con (I mean it), physical violence Also available on AO3

AN: Day 5 of @silmsmutweek. Please heed the warnings - this may be rather unpleasant to read for some of you.

"Get away from me!" 

"That'd suit you just fine, huh?" 

Black claw-like nails dug into ruddy flesh, leaving angry red marks as the two Valar rolled down a grassy hill in the plains of Valinor. Their fight was heated and bitter, neither willing to give up – Melkor kept insisting that he had done nothing wrong, while Tulkas was adamant that he had been acting suspicious and had decided to apprehend him before any evil deeds could be committed. If anything his resistance made it seem like he had something to hide, as the Champion of the Valar proudly proclaimed. 

Despite his best efforts Melkor ended up trapped underneath his bulk when they stopped rolling. 

"Look," Tulkas began, and for once his laughter stopped. "You may have fooled Manwë, but I don't believe you've changed. In fact I think you're up to something."

For some reason this idiot has convinced himself that he knows something. Melkor bared his teeth and snarled, though he couldn't shake the vague feeling of dread crawling up his spine. This seemed to be more serious than he had initially assumed, and unfortunately for him, his chances of beating Tulkas in a fight weren't too good. The memories of his painful, humiliating defeat were fresh on his mind and being imprisoned in Mandos for ages had certainly not helped matters. 

"So all of a sudden you know better than everyone else? You, Tulkas the wise, the last person anyone in their right mind would ever ask for advice? Don't make me laugh," Melkor sneered. He barely managed to catch Tulkas' fist as the other attempted to retaliate against his mockery. 

"Laugh all you want while you still can. I know evil when I see it," Tulkas said. 

Melkor's eyes lit up like blue flames. "What do you even want from me?! Your king has accepted me as one of the Valar, yet you continue to pursue me! Do you want me to sit quietly in a corner and grovel at your feet? Would that please you enough to leave me alone?" 

Silence ensued as Tulkas pondered those words. His arm relaxed slightly, allowing Melkor to finally push his fist away, but his weight on top of him was unyielding and he couldn't get away; not like this anyway. Perhaps he could find another way – though before he could come up with a plan, he noticed how the other Vala was staring down at him, his expression shifting from righteous anger to something different. 

"Please me, huh?" Tulkas mused. "Why, it would indeed. And I must say I'm not surprised that you would attempt to suggest such a thing." 

"It was not a suggestion, you imbecile!" Melkor tried to struggle again, only to be pinned to the ground even more forcefully. 

"I don't think so." 

Tulkas suddenly grasped his chin with one of his large hands, eyeing the Dark Vala with something akin to interest in his eyes. 

"I heard things about you," he said in a low voice. "They say you gain favours by offering your fána to others. And I know it to be true. Even if you won't admit it, I've seen how you act when we fight. How you will always evade and deny and scream and throw insults, but also show off your fána and make sure it touches mine –" 

"My fána is touching yours because I'm defending myself! How on Arda did you fail to understand that?!" Melkor cried out indignantly, but Tulkas wasn't listening. Instead, he reached for his robe and tore it with ease, exposing his angrily heaving chest. 

"Aye, even now you deny it, yet I know better," he said and reached for one of his nipples, hardened from rubbing against the fabric. He pinched it, causing Melkor to let out a pained noise before he could stop himself. 

"Sometimes I wonder if you want me to chase you, beat you into submission and..." Tulkas used his hand holding the Dark Vala's chin to force eye contact while continuing to roughly fondle his chest. "... offer yourself to me so I leave you alone. Is that it, slut?" 

"Unhand me and go play out your sick fantasies with someone else!" 

Tulkas shook his head. "You're a liar and everyone knows it."

Faster than lightning, he let go of Melkor's chin to backhand him across the face, causing him to drop to the ground in a daze. While the Dark Vala was incapacitated, he grabbed a rope he had brought with him and tied his hands together before forcibly removing the rest of his clothes.

"I believe I deserve a reward for all the trouble you caused and I'll take it whether you like it or not," Tulkas growled. 

Did he... plan this?!

Melkor's eyes widened in panic, and his reaction seemed to please him. 

"Now you stop shouting, hm? Don't worry, I'll be gentle if you behave."

Tulkas' weight was suddenly lifted, but any attempt at another escape or defending himself by kicking him was foiled when he immediately took hold his thighs to force his legs apart, positioning himself in-between, and pushing them back against his chest to expose the most vulnerable part of his fána. Melkor struggled and protested as fiercely as he could, but unfortunately the Champion of the Valar was stronger than him. 

"Indeed, you're prettier than I used to think," Tulkas mused, not bothering to suppress a pleased groan as he greedily spread him open with both hands and admired the tight, twitching hole presenting itself to him. "And you put up a good fight if you try, as if you were made to be conquered by me... aye, I admit I've been desiring this for a long time."

"Stop! Let me go! I –" Melkor bit his lip. Despite everything, he couldn't bring himself to plead – though something told him it'd be futile anyway, and heightening his enemy's pleasure was all he would achieve. 

Impatient, Tulkas spat on his hand and unceremoniously shoved two spit-slicked fingers inside of him, his free hand holding his legs in place. Melkor had to bite down harder to keep himself from crying out in pain. It was the first time someone touched him like this after many years in captivity, it hurt and it was so unlike the loving, gentle touches he remembered from a different time, when he was at home and felt safe and Mairon was with him – no, he couldn't think of Mairon now. He had grown to treasure these memories as one of few comforts he'd had in his lonely cell in Mandos and he would need them again so very soon, he couldn't allow them to be poisoned by another's violation of his fána. 

Melkor kept cursing the other Vala and tried to kick him, but Tulkas thwarted all of his attempts and continued to force his passage open with merciless determination. 

"Stop being difficult or I'll have to beat you again," he said, and Melkor's blood froze; from the tone of his voice and the utter lack of Tulkas' usual smile and boisterous laughter revealed that this was a serious threat. 

He was going to have to endure this too, the greatest humiliation forced upon him by his most hated enemy. His thoughts were racing, desperately trying to find a way out – he wanted Mairon to come and save him, but he knew he couldn't reach him from Valinor and even if he could, what chance would a Maia have against the Champion of the Valar? As the pain between his legs grew and bruises began to form, Melkor even thought about calling for Manwë, but would his holy, perfect brother even hear him? Would he side with him or would he accept what was done to him as yet another justified punishment? 

Tulkas forced his cock inside him without warning, and this time Melkor couldn't stop himself from screaming, his lips already bloody from being bitten. It hurt so much more than his fingers, stretching him wide despite his fána's desperate attempts at resistance. 

"Tulkas, stop!" His cry was weak, and the only response he received was a dark chuckle as the other Vala began moving inside of him. 

"Not before I've gotten my fill of that tight little hole of yours."

Melkor tried to shed his fána then, his ëala wanting nothing more than to escape, but Tulkas' grip was too strong. He was forced to stay where he was, pressed against the ground as the sacred soil of Valinor was stained with their sweat and blood dripping out of his abused hole. 

To his horror, he soon felt Tulkas' hand reaching for his cock and stroking him with rough, hasty movements. There truly were no limits to how much he would be degraded, and even when he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to numb himself to the pain and unwanted pleasure, he couldn't stop his fána from responding. 

"You're going to cum because I know you enjoy it, slut," Tulkas growled triumphantly. 

Melkor didn't bother arguing. By now he had long realised that his enemy was playing out some kind of twisted fantasy he had made up in his mind, and he would see it through to the end. There was nothing he could do to change that, no matter how much he resisted. The only option he had left was to endure, to escape once Tulkas was done with him and find a quiet place to lick his wounds. 

There was no relief when the combined efforts of his hand and his rapidly thrusting cock forced an orgasm out of Melkor, causing him to arch his back and coat both himself and his enemy in viscous white liquid. He didn't need to open his eyes to know that Tulkas was smiling. His torment seemed to go on for an eternity until he finally felt something wet and sticky inside him, marring his fána and completing the utter humiliation of his very being. 

Tulkas pulled out of him to admire his handiwork, grasping both of the Dark Vala's thighs to keep him from closing his legs. 

"You look good like that, fucked open and filled with my seed," he purred. "I'd even say you've never looked prettier." 

Melkor only let out a whimper in response, still keeping his eyes closed. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want to process what had just happened. All he wanted to was to leave his fána behind, get as far away as he could, clean himself and forget, forget, forget, until he had successfully convinced himself that his dignity had never been violated this way. 

Yet when he was left lying in the grass, leaking blood and cum with every shuddering breath, Melkor couldn't move. His ëala was heavy with shame, as if Tulkas was still on top of him and holding him down, and his breath came in short, uneven gasps. Even his own fána refused him now, tainted with the essence of another, of something repulsive and unwanted. 

I'm fine. I'm the mightiest of them all, they'll never truly defeat me.

Instead of opening his eyes, Melkor fled into the depths of his mind and summoned memories of happier times, of bliss instead of pain, of Mairon's smile and his warm, comforting embrace. Mairon would fix this for him if he couldn't. Mairon would make him whole again. It was the only reassurance he had, and he clung to it as his fána went numb and he slowly drifted into a state of unconsciousness. 

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#silmsmutweek #melkor #morgoth #tulkas #tulkas x melkor #valar #ainur #silm smut #minors dni #cw noncon #tw noncon #silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #⊰✦⊱ non-con #cílil writes #my writing

[sugarrspice]

You KNOW I gotta go for "summoning gone wrong" with Antiaverage! How could I not? :)c -A

Pfft, what a wonderful way to start off the Halloween bash!

The first thing that Anti hears is, somewhat fittingly, oh hell. His balance is still off, his senses compressed down to a fine point of white noise, but even from here, he can smell fear thick as blood, as the rot that's made itself at home in his bones.

That'd be the little sheep's second mistake.

Without ever opening his eyes, he reaches, rooting himself in the rabbit-quick heartbeat that echoes around them. Flickering sparks of warm umber and gold play around the edges of the blackness of his vision, and for a moment, just a moment, Anti is trapped in the cooling warmth of a dying body, Jackwenttumblingdown, before he rips himself free with a snarl, wheeling to find the fool that thought they could bind him.

They're in... a lot. A chain of abandoned storefronts stretches out to either side of them; he can hear the thunder of cars tearing down a highway beyond their sight. Across the strip of concrete, a man crouches, blue eyes wide with terror; he's white-knuckling onto a mirror, and Anti briefly traces the straining tendons under his skin, considers how slowly he wants to choke him with them. Chase, the fall coolth whispers in his ears, and oh, poor fool, hadn't even bothered to hide his name. Soot stains the ends of his fingers, and the cloying smell of honey and belladonna reaches him, next, and Anti allows this knowledge to pull his lips into a smile, brilliant and cruel.

There's no circle to restrain his movement. He lazily steps forward, watches with glee as the man scrambles to his feet to put an equal distance between them.

Maybe he will have some fun, first. Jack had been no fun, had never been afraid, only had gripped his face with a cool and clinical hand, had trapped his fingers between his own to search for a pulse while Anti had rattled at the edges of the snare he'd unwittingly set.

"Congratulations," he can't help but needle, and prowls forward another step. The night has frozen around them, and the man with it; he's close enough he can make out the whites of his eyes, luminous in the chilly dark. Another step forward and he'll be able to trace their pulsing veins, watch them pop pop pop under his careful attentions, watch the blood spill like an inkstain through his sclera. "You wanted me. You got me. Do you know what you're going to do with me?"

He's no silvertongue, no orator. Anti is everything that shouldn't be; the squirming wrongness of blood seeping through their fingers, the glistening of wet muscle and the heavy, all-knowing weight of the dark. He is certainly not meant for their little world, fragile in its balance, nor for the soft hearts of men whose tongues stutter in his mere appearance. Words are meaningless; he speaks with his hands, deft with his pretty little blade. When he speaks, he tears the night from its frozen vigil, and Chase starts again, but remains rooted. Cowardice-- or bravery-- they all look the same.

And then the brave, cowardly, stupid little man opens his mouth, and says, "what the fuck do you mean, I wanted you?"

This is so profoundly not what Anti is expecting that he actually stops in his tracks, and he's not quite sure what his expression is doing, but whatever it is, it is unwelcome. He rallies, flicks clawed fingers in a dismissive gesture. Sixty four gleaming teeth glint in the dying moonlight; there's a storm coming, Anti can feel the anticipation winding tighter under his skin, and he pulls the gale in to whip at their hair, sharp ozone stinging their noses.

"Second thoughts? Vengeance is usually uglier than what you're willing to cavort with."

Chase stares some more, and now, rather than afraid, he just looks confused. Irritated, maybe, though his heart is clocking a cool one hundred and eight beats a minute.

"Vengeance is us- dude! Dude, no! I'm not- look, I'm not here to curse someone, or kill them, I just needed to talk to somebody!"

Anti stares blankly. He stares back, brow pinched; fear still tangles his words up into knots, but he's not running, not blustering for his life.

Anti should kill him for his presumption.

He wants to know more.

Chase must misinterpret his silence, and waves the hand not gripping onto his mirror, scowling. "Not you for the record, before you get all smart and spooky on me."

"Smart and spooky," Anti echoes, flatly, and digs one clawed finger into his own palm to be sure he's not fucking hallucinating. He wouldn't put it past Desmarais, the clever little sadist.

In the midst of his reality check, Chase looks at the mirror. Looks back at him, and takes a deep breath, fiddling with the filigreed edge. "Look. I don't know what you mean, called you. I'm just looking to talk to someone. If you know how to--"

This, at least, is ground that Anti is familiar with. He rolls his neck, and slips sideways into the night air, reaching for Chase's warmth, slinging himself out of the etherspace to wrap an arm around Chase's hips with a leer.

"If I know how to," he mocks, and nestles his chin right on Chase's shoulders. A parody of a loving embrace, it puts his teeth right besides Chase's neck, and they both know it. "Maybe I do, who's to say?"

What are you willing to pay, they both hear, and Chase takes in one deep, steeling breath.

Then he tips his neck sideways, baring the full pale stretch to Anti, and Anti raises both eyebrows at the offer made. A life for a life is more binding a contract than even Desmarais will bother with.

No, he's curious, now.

"Cute," he muses, aloud, and folds himself neatly into Chase's shadow, shakes himself out of the slender shadows across the shingled roof above Chase. He slings one leg over another, the very image of ease. "Well, Chase. Don't keep a man waiting; erstwhile lover? Child, parent?"

Chase meets his eyes, mouth pressed into a firm line, and says, quietly, "friend."

Anti revises, yet again, his initial impression, from idiocy, to intrigue, back firmly into the realm of foolishness.

A life is a life, he tells himself, yet again, and he leans forward, and says, "tell me more." A life is a life, and he stays.

#spice writes #egoshipping #ego shipping #antiaverage #anti x chase #I will not lie: this ended up spawning... an entire fic idea that I may or may not end up returning to. #All that I'll say on that front: a heart for a heart.

[drinkingpoison]

Proselfship Advent day Sixteen: Going ice skating together ⛸️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

Rafterman drags his boy ice skating, Animal being about as graceful as a rhino. They're figuring it out together!

"Come on! It's not that hard!"

"Says fucking you!"

After being snowed in for a few days, the delightful couple had decided to at least try and check out some of the things to do around the cabin, one of those activities including a cute little lake nearby that'd completely frozen over, making it perfect for a bit of skating.

At least that was true for one of them, the smaller blond currently gliding across the ice, making an example of just how easy he found it. Growing up in the outskirts of the city, he'd taken plenty of trips like this into nature throughout his life. Guess it was just a skill that never left.

Animal on the other hand was clinging to a tree at the edge of the water, legs shaking as he made an attempt to keep them from slipping right out from under him. He had to resist the urge to lurch forward and try and strangle his companion as he came to an easy stop, knowing he'd just end up on his ass in this state.

"Do you want me try and help?"

"Fuck off."

"You really look like you could use some help."

"I'll kick your fucking ass - I can't believe I let you drag me into this."

Even as he practically snarled the threat, Animal grabbed a hold of the hands reaching out to him, squeezing them hard and gritting his teeth as he scooted forward across the ice like some kind of baby deer just learning how to walk.

Rafterman knew it must have been humiliating - doing his best not to giggle or show any amusement. He knew how easily damaged his boyfriend's huge ego was, and how he had a tendency to lash out about it.

"Going to get my fucking fingers sliced off.."

"You're fine. See, still standing, right?"

It was clearly visible how much he hated that he was right, and all the blond could do in response was smile, very slowly attempting to pull his partner further on to the ice.

"Look at that, you're doing it!"

"Quit patronizing me before I knock your ass out."

"Oh I am not you big baby. Calm down - Woah!"

And just like that, the two went tumbling over in a flurry of limbs and snowflakes. They'd stay like that for a few moments at least, dazed, breathless, and making sure neither heard any signs of the ice breaking due to their lack of focus.

"Fuckin' told you."

"Oh shut the hell up -"

#🐻 #proselfshipadvent #dorks being dorks #proship please interact #📓

[brightwingedbat]

For Tonold: wildest adventure you got up to in your youth?

"Oho, I have a really good one, I would've been... 22? Around that, still had my black fur then! Anyway, my Storm warband- I was just a soldier, not a Legionnaire. That'd be Ruina Bloodstorm, she was great, mostly." Tonold chuckles lightly.

"Sadly, this story is not one of her better moments. See, I was the scout for the 'band. And while I was out scouting, the rest of them kind of got... Captured. By Flame Legion." The old charr sighs, scratching the underside of his mane. "Saw them being marched off when I was returning, couldn't exactly leave them to get sacrificed, so I kept watch for one of the flame shamans."

"Eventually, my patience worked, one shaman with two axe fiends with him. Easy prey. A silent drop behind them, a few quiet swings of my dagger and that was three less to worry about." He raises a finger. "I know what you're thinking, why's a Blood fighting like an Ash? Because I can. Now then!"

"As an elementalist myself, I didn't target the shaman for no reason, I took what he had and got myself attired in it. Hid my outfit nearby so no one else could find it." A slight smirk shows on his shaking face. "Those shamans never wore much, all he had wasn't even a proper loincloth, it was basically a strap with a rag covering the front. Breeziest piece of 'clothing' I'd ever worn."

"Walked right on in to the flame camp where they were holding my 'band. I got questioned, sure enough. But a little mention of my 'shaman superiority' and a show of fire magic made them shut up pretty quick." He thinks back to that moment, the face on the soldier makes him grin. "'You dare question a shaman? Shall I sear your flesh from your bones slowly, or turn you to ash in seconds?' Never before had I ever seen a flame charr look so much like a kitten."

"I'll gloss over the fine details, way too many for this old mind to remember anyway. But I found my 'band. Covered in cuts and burns but otherwise alive and well. I managed to convince the guard that I was there to check on the prisoners, how viable for sacrifice and whatever." He waves a paw. "Then, while he was distracted, sent a shock right through his spine. Flames might actually have done better if they didn't stick to fire all the time. But anyway, room clear, got the keys. Freed them and got their stuff back in the room too."

He starts chuckling again. "Ruina went bright red when she saw me in that tattered rag of a 'loincloth.' I teased her about it too. Gave me a dig in my shoulder and told me to focus, I told her to focus and she snarled back. Cutest thing ever. We ended up having a cub at some point! ...But I'm getting distracted."

"With me there to back them up with my magic, we cleaned out that entire camp! Mission unconventionally successful! Retrieved my usual clothes and threw away that old rag." He makes a throwing gesture. "Then I helped Ruina convince our centurion it was entirely part of the plan, the Flames never expect a Blood warband to take them out from the inside after all."

"All in all, a wild adventure for sure. Wasn't expecting to play spy that day but it sure worked out well! Besides, got me closer to Ruina, that was a big bonus." He smiles, perhaps with a small tinge of sadness. "I miss her sometimes, but not many charr live to their 70s like me. But I still enjoyed all the time I did get to spend with her."

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #Tonold Cubguider #answered

[ts3lightclan]

(1.42) A Mouse's Squeak

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"Why are you being so mean to me!" Mousetail shouted suddenly, startled by Magicburst once again hissing at her. She was just trying to make conversation, hoping that they could be on better terms now that they're both warriors, but...

"Because I just don't like you!" He hissed in response. "Does there have to be a reason?"

"We're clanmates! Clanmates shouldn't fight."

"I don't care. Just don't talk to me and we'll be fine!"

"Well, we can't ignore each other for the rest of our lives! That'd be stupid. Surely we can figure out some way to get along?"

"I don't want to get along with you. It's that simple." Magicburst licked his paw and drew it over his ear like he didn't have a care in the world. "You're stupid, and you're a coward. Lightrunner should've named you Mouseheart instead. You'll probably just end up running away like Skunktooth did, anyway."

Mousetail's chest lurched with anger as Magicburst spoke, hatred dripping from his maw like venom.

"Don't talk about my father that way!" She snarled. "You know nothing about him, and you know nothing about me!"

Magicburst hissed, suddenly lunging forward as though to strike her, but Mousetail was just a hair quicker; although his claws barely scraped her, she managed to leap out of his way and shove him from behind, sending him stumbling into the snow.

"Honestly, I don't know what Birchshine sees in you. You're nothing but a... a pathetic jerk!"

The tabby seemed to stiffen at the mention of Birchshine, and he started to say something else... but Mousetail darted off before he could. She didn't want to fight. She didn't want to get hurt... and she didn't want Magicburst to get hurt, either. She did not want to meet the same fate as her father.

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Magicburst and Mousetail get into a physical fight after Mousetail tries (and fails) to make amends. Mousetail wins the scuffle, but she ends up with a minor injury.

Mousetail will recover with some rest.

#lightclan!mousetail #lightclan!magicburst #lightclan #the sims 3 #ts3 #warrior cats #warrior cats fanclan #legacy challenge #simblr #sims 3 warrior cats challenge #the sims 3 challenge #ts3 legacy

[andy-clutterbuck]

6x03 - Thank You | requested by Anonymous

#here ya go! 💚 #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S6 #FIERCE #andy u beast rick u beast #when he takes his knife out in the 3rd gif #poetic™ #the 'looking over the barbecue grill' effect is unnecessary tho #more sweat and dirt and grease and blood than man #oh lord he comin #if I lay here.....if I just lay here....you could step on me and that'd be fine #the snarls all the snarls

[sucroseverse]

thinking abt tottori again. them meeting for the first time

[LIGHT] - Few sexual references, nothing explicit.

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kiba 🦷: ...so, you guys are getting this whole group together out of tradition?

kashi 🦅: Hell yeah! 'N also, I think it'd be good to get to know each other! Our dads were pretty tight, you know?

uso 🔫: Yeah, ain't it so. I think we'd better go 'round the group 'n introduce ourselves. I'd better go first-- Liars be liars, and liars be damned, "Uso"'s the name~ ♪

🦅: I'm Bryce! Nice t-- ...I was supposed to make up a name, wasn't I?

(everyone staring at him)

🦅: ... (turns to Uso, in English) What's the Japanese word for 'eagle' again?

🔫: Kashi.

🦅: Kashi! That's my name.

🦷: ... you've gotta be fucking kidding me.

🔫: Yeesh. Put them fangs away, white-hair. The original tottori had an American, and so do we.

🦷: the "original" tottori also had five members, asshole.

🔫: And we have four. Your point?

🦷: it'd be better with three, honestly.

🦅: I can fucking hear you, ya know!

suna 🏜: Sand.

...

🦅: What?

🏜: Sand.

🦷: is that... gonna be your name?

🏜: Yeah.

🦷: tch. so we've got a liar, a sand guy, and a stupid american eagle. fun.

🔫: Woof, monster boy. With a snarl like that, ye could break my skin from here.

🦅: Yeah, didja sharpen them teeth of yours?

🦷: you wouldn't get it, birdbrain.

🏜: ... Fangs.

🦷: huh?

🏜: Those fangs you've got, pretty hot, not gonna lie.

🦷: ...what?

🏜: Yeah. I'd let you bite me.

🦷: excuse me?!

🔫: No, no. He's got a point. Ye look like a wild animal over there, "Fang". ...I kinda like that for ya.

🦷: wh--?!

🦅: Sooo, Kiba?

🦷: (audible groan) fine. kiba. are you guys happy?

🔫: Very, now that we've got everyone's names down. And don't y'all go sayin' Kashi's name. He fucked up once, leave him be. The rest of you, we've got a pact to speak no names and share no details. Capisce?

🦅: I like you, man!

🦷: of course the stupid american would fuck up that easy, though. it's gonna be hard not to make fun of him.

🔫: ...A'ight, Kiba. Since yer gettin' so confident, how's about we go around picking a leader? If we wanna become an idol unit, to do our job better 'n all, I'd say it's pretty necessary.

🏜: Who's the most legal?

🔫: ...The word yer lookin' for is 'oldest', Suna. And that'd probably be me, by a longshot. But I think we need fresh blood to give a fresh pair of eyes, hey? I elect Kashi.

🦷: WHAT?

🔫: (smirking at Kiba) Yeah, Kashi. I'd say you give a good perspective, hm? And if we're gonna roll with the cowboy theme, I'd say it's good to have someone from the West lead the charge.

🦅: I'm from New York. But I'd be more than happy to vote for myself!

🏜: I can fuck with that.

🦷: ...

🔫: Democracy's a beautiful thing, ain't it, Kiba? Looks like it's settled then. (getting in close to Kiba) And it looks like you'll be answering to the "stupid American".

🦷: if you're trying to piss me off, it's working.

🔫: No, no. I broke you outta the iron bars, didn't I? I wanna get to know ya. And I think it'd do ya some good to learn to treat our Sheriff with respect.

🦅: Yeah! Suck it, Kiba! I'm your leader now! Beg like a dog if ya hate it!

🔫: Kashi, you too. Be nice to each other.

🏜: I'll gladly suck it then.

🦅: --?????

🦷: is he just gonna always talk like that?

🔫: Seems like it. It's somethin' we'll all have to get used to.

🦅: Ooookay. A little weird, but I can roll with it. Do you guys speak English?

🦷: (in English) no, never have in my life.

🦅: (also in English) Alright, prick. Didn't you hear Uso when he told us to play nice?

🦷: (continuing in English) i would prefer if you speak english, to be honest. your accent when speaking japanese hurts to listen to.

🏜: (to Uso) What are they saying?

🔫: (in English) Boys, a language we can all understand, please. I don't wanna have to keep babysitting you two. (back to Suna, in japanese) They're arguing. Best just to leave 'em be.

🏜: Ooohhh. Hot, I gotcha.

🦷: tell him, not me. he's the one who asked.

🦅: Don't start it up again! Just say you're sorry and move on!

🦷: say that i'm sorry? how about you just shut--

🔫: Well, while those two argue over the marital assets in their divorce, how's about we exchange numbers? If anyone needs private phones, I've got some back at my place that I can bring next meeting.

🦅: Cool, I'll jot down my number real quick.

🦷: we are not married.

#sucroseverse #sponsorverse #enstars au #ensemble stars au #sv: light #sv: fake quote #kiba #kashi #uso #suna #i love this unit sorry

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

You said in one fic that Felix considered masturbation pointless unless it was FOR Pepa and now I'm curious how offended Pepa would be if she found her husband masturbating instead of coming to find her and/or how she'd react to that.

Oh that is a VERY good point, I DID mention that. Let's show you EXACTLY what would happen ;)

Félix was a pretty busy guy, believe it or not. In between helping toiling the fields, checking in on his kids, visiting his own side of the family- his day was easily just as busy as anyone else's, and he took pride in that fact. It made him feel good about coming home at the end of the day. He popped into the kitchen to get himself a quick snack, before making his way to the dining room. Pepa and Julieta were having a coffee break, and Félix loved seeing them have the time to themselves.

"Félix, how's everything?"

"Bein, Jules. Just checked in on the kids. Dolores is shopping with Mirabel, Camilo is babysitting the Gomez's grandkids, and Antonio is talking to the donkeys."

"Wait why do the donkeys need talking to?"

Félix shrugged as he leaned down to kiss his wife's forehead.

"I dunno, maybe they're being jackasses."

Both women groaned loudly, though he could tell Pepa wanted to laugh.

"Dios mío-leave, Félix."

"Hey hey- when Luisa is bringing them back to the barn, is she...hauling ass?"

"This should be some kind of crime-GO!!"

He had to control his own laughter as both women playfully scolded him to leave. Ah, the perks of being a dad.

"Okay okay, I'm gone! You two have fun!"

He walked out of the room, and into Pepa's bedroom. He dove into bed, and helped himself to his snack. He didn't get too much, less he feel tired and try to take a nap, and his ass up all night. He ate, and after making sure there were no crumbs on the bed, out his plate on his nightstand. He sighed in relief, lightly patting his stomach. It was nice, having a minute to himself. Kinda. I mean, he was fine, he could be by himself. He didn't need Pepa.

"You are a goddamn liar."

He muttered, rolling over to his front. He wasn't a 'needy' man exactly, but Pepa. Oh Pepa. She was everything. She was vibrant, she was radiant, she lit up a room. It was easy for a man to miss her. He loved her. And the minute he realized this, no other woman caught his eye. Even women with similar body types, even young, curvy women. He just wanted Pepa. He felt his dick twitch, and he chuckled.

"Don't bug her, you can handle it."

He shouldn't bother their sister bonding time, that'd be rude. He dug into his dresser, pulling out a small bottle of oil, and a towel. Laying on the towel, he pulled off his pants and underwear. After putting a good lather on his hands, he slowly ran his fingers down his cock. He forgot how much he liked it, touching himself at his own pace. He let his head fall back onto the pillow, closing his eyes as he toyed with himself. Hand stroking his shaft, other hand gently massaging his balls.

"Asi...just like that."

A little pinch of his head. A little squeeze of his balls, just enough to make him tense up, just for a second. The room was silent, save for the sounds of his own hands against his oiled up skin. He continued, foreskin being pulled back and forth by his heavy hand. It was almost soothing.

Then the door opened.

Félix jumped, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over himself. He sighed in relief when he saw Pepa.

"Dammit Pepa, you scared me! I thought you were the kids or-"

"What the hell are you doing?"

He knew Pepa well. Knew her emotions like the back of his hands. He could tell, even without the clouds, that she was mad. He pulled the pillow away, revealing his fairly hard cock.

"I'm jerking off. Don't worry, I'm not going to make too big of a mess-"

"¿Cómo te atreves?"

He blinked. She locked the door behind her, and he had a feeling he was in trouble. She walked right up to the bed, hands on her hips, and leaning in to snarl at him. Félix looked for some kind of answer, genuinely wondering just HOW he did something wrong.

"I...I don't know what you mean, Pepa."

She scoffed, as if he was stupid. She walked up to his side of the bed, grabbing a hold of his face, rather angrily.

"You're touching yourself. In my room. You're acting as if you don't have a WIFE. What, are you thinking of another woman? Is it that puta selling pots in the market?"

Pepa wasn't ever actually jealous, because Félix genuinely never looked at other women, but a pissed Pepa was INCREDIBLY unpredictable. He shook his head furiously.

"What? No! Pepa! I'm not thinking of ANYONE! I'm just touching myself!"

She let go of his face, but kept a finger in front of his face, as if in warning.

"You can't just sit here and touch yourself when I'm HERE."

"But you were spending time with Julieta-"

"No me importa!! My husband has needs, I fulfill them. You don't get off, unless it's because of me. You know what- since you want to touch yourself como un degenerado, I'll let you."

She walked over to her chair in the corner, before motioning at Félix. He looked confused for a moment, trying to understand just what happened here.

"I'm...not sure what-"

"Touch yourself. My husband wants to touch himself with the cock that belongs to ME? Then he is going to touch himself in front of me. Understand?"

Pepa was MAD. And honestly, it was hot. Félix didn't question her. She made it very clear what she wanted. He laid back down, and continued his actions. He kept his eyes closed, trying to focus on himself. On the slickness of the oil. On the eyes that he knew were staring at him, inspecting him closely. His voice came out a bit coarse.

"I'm...sorry I made you upset, mi vida. I didn't know you owned me like that."

"Of course I own you. I own your heart, and that dick. I decide what you do with it. Seeing you in here, all alone-you're SO lucky I'm not making a hurricane. Now, faster, or you won't get to FUCKING finish."

Félix nodded, stroking himself the way she would. With speed, without modesty, all with one goal in mind-to make him cum. He did everything to abuse his senses, squeezing his balls, dipping his fingers into the folds of his foreskin (it felt SO different when he did it, vs when Pepa did it. It was rougher, more firm of a hold), and even pushed his fingers inside of himself. Anything to make use of his body, anything to entertain her. It all felt so good, especially knowing she was watching him, he was so fucking close.

"Stop."

He didn't want to obey. But he did, hands slightly shaking as he did so. He opened his eyes, and saw her rubbing at herself through her underwear. She met his eyes as she stood up, slipping her underwear off, and holding onto it as she looked ready to scold him.

"Let me make this clear, Félix. Listening?"

"To every word, mi sol."

"Good. You, are mine. Those hands, are mine. This big, needy cock, if mine. And If I ever, EVER see you touch yourself without me telling you, I'm putting your cock in a cage."

"B-but what if you're busy-"

"Then you'll FUCKING wait. I don't care how horny you are,"

She crawled into bed, swinging her legs over him, and hovering her wet pussy just over his cock. He could buck into her, it'd be SO easy. But she owned it, she did as she wanted with it.

"You will wait. This is my cock. Say it."

"It's...your cock, Pepi."

"And who gets to touch it whenever she wants?"

"You. It's all yours. I'm so sorry I tried to take it from you."

She huffed at him, as if knowing she was in the right. She sat right on him, but didn't push his cock inside of her. She was teasing, just pressing herself against his throbbing girth.

"Good. Now, I'm going to use you. I'm going to use you for ME. And you're going to sit there, and look pretty for me. Open your mouth."

He obeyed, and suddenly her soiled underwear was pushed past his lips. He could taste her fluids upon the fabric. It made him feel like a piece of meat, obeying her every order, having no control himself or his body.

Pepa owned him, and as she made it very clear as she slowly sank onto him, swearing under her breath. He tried to be good as she rid him, tried to be good as she kept his hands pressed against her chest. It was so hard. He was throbbing. Her pussy was absolutely milking him, demanding he cum, while her eyes warned him to hold it.

"Good toy. Such a good toy. Don't worry, I'm already close. I'll finally l-let my cock cum."

It was hard to keep up the dominant persona sometimes. He understood it, the cock she was riding was thick, it made a slight bulge appear as it stretched her. She handled it so well, she DID own it. She couldn't handle it for too long however, for she looked him in his eyes, and finished him off.

"Cum."

He came immediately. His balls emptied into her, pouring cum inside of her. He watched as she took it all, swearing under her breath. She leaned over, pulling the absolutely ruined underwear out of his mouth, leaving him open mouthed and drooling.

"Who owns this cock, Félix?"

"Y-you Pepa, always you."

"Good. Now, I better not see this again. Ever."

"Si. Never. Never again. I don't touch what's not mine."

She chuckled at his answer, clearly satisfied. But apparently, he hadn't learned his lesson. For next thing he knew, she had his hands tied up, nice and properly. He was about to ask what was going on, when she grabbed one of his cockrings (the one that vibrated), and put it on him. She was merciless, even when it was set to the lowest setting. It was weak, but that wasn't what killed him.

"You're going to sit there, and wait till I come back from dinner. And when I come back, I better have SO much cum waiting for me. Understand?"

He nodded, despite the whine bubbling in his throat. He, a little eagerly, let her stuff the panties back into his mouth, and watched her up and leave. He was alone now, soft vibrating filling the room, accompanied by his own squirming and muffled moans. It was agony, sitting there, waiting, forcing himself to hold it over and over. He deserved it though. Afterall.

He touched what wasn't his.

#asks #encanto #not transformers #lemon #and when pepa came back #lets just say she had a nice cream pie for dessert

[headinthestaticsky]

The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 6

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer!

Authors note: I have no idea if I used these song lyrics in a previous chapter in Eclipse... I have a garbage memory.

"Stars did fall. Thunder rolled. Bugs crawled back, In their holes. The couple screamed, but it was far too late. Her jealous heart did retaliate."

Ten Cent Pistol by, The Black Keys.

Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie looked like they wanted to kill someone. Alice, Dean, Esme, and Bree all looked confused and hurt.

Rosalie inhaled deeply.

"We need to do something about those two..." Rosalie said.

"They're way out of line... Edward especially... human or not I would kill anyone who comes near Fleur." Jasper added, fury was still in his voice.

"What can you guys do he's your brother. Besides after Bella turns they were going to go live in that cabin you guys renovated for them."

"We'll need to do something, you don't need any of this right now... I'm disappointed in him." Esme said sadly.

Before I could say anything else I could hear Bella scream.

"She must've just gotten bitten." I murmured.

"Hey you're probably thirsty, your eyes are starting to turn black, let me get you something," Esme suggested.

"That'd be great thanks... Jazz, could you hand me my phone?"

"Sure, what for darlin?" Jasper said sitting next to me.

"I need to call Sam and Leah... they need to know about this too. If we keep it from them, they could consider it a threat."

Carlisle's office door swung open, Edward ran toward the front door and slammed it. Carlisle came out with an annoyed look on his face.

"He's going to be the second death of me I swear he is."

"Well Seth already knows, maybe he told Leah." Bree suggested.

"Maybe he did but it won't hurt to check." I replied. I dialed Leah's number first thinking she might be a little more understanding.

"Fleur?" I heard her ask on the other line.

"Hey, Leah... has Seth told you anything lately?" My voice trembled slightly. I heard Leah sigh before letting out a laugh.

"Yeah, Seth told me you were pregnant calm down." I heard her reply.

"Oh, so Sam knows too?"

"Yeah but he's a bit skeptical... you know how he is." Leah mumbled.

"Yeah... but what about Bella... he does know that today is her changing day, the transformation is already happening."

"The last thing he told Seth about her is that she's not our concern anymore... it's her choice to change, we can't stop it." Leah explained.

"Listen I gotta go, I'll see you soon."

"See you later." She hung up a few seconds later. I rested my head on Jasper's should and sighed in relief.

"Here Fleur, maybe this we'll make you feel a bit better," Esme said, handing me a glass.

I grasped the cup and chugged it, it was gone a few seconds later. I didn't feel much better.

"Your eyes are still black...each bag should have the exact amount of blood you need for the next few days... How about you have some more?

I gulped down another bag, it still wasn't enough.

"This isn't good." Carlisle explained, he looked puzzled.

"Ehh...why isn't that good?" I inquired

"Well, if you can never be satisfied with the amount of blood your drinking you will eventually begin to starve. You will lose your strength, and could possibly have moments of insanity." Carlisle explained.

"I can handle this... it'll be worth it for him. Besides like you said before it most likely won't be a full 9 months."

"We'll all be by your side darlin." Jasper reassured, kissing my cheek.

"I'll monitor you whenever I can, it seems they're already growing quickly." Carlisle said, gesturing down to my bump.

Over the next few weeks, my baby grew more and more, but I was beginning to get weaker. No matter how much blood I drank, nothing seemed to sedate me. The rest of the Cullens were on edge with Edward and Bella, and since Bella was finally a vampire, they couldn't trust them at all. They weren't around much but when they were Rosalie and Jasper seemingly stood guard for me. I was zoned out, laying in an armchair since I was beginning to get sick of sitting on the same couch when Esme interrupted my concentration.

"Fleur, Leah and Seth are here." She called out.

I sat up and smiled, gesturing for her to bring them in. Leah and Seth walked in carrying some wrapped boxes with them.

Esme walked in with them before giving a quick goodbye as she wanted to help Carlisle and Rosalie with collecting food for me.

"You two did not have to get me anything." I said.

"Look aunt Leah has to get my nephew something." She said a smile was on her face.

I opened the box, a stuffed wolf plushie was inside, a dreamcatcher was underneath the plushie.

"These gifts are great thank you!"

"No problem, I thought they would be nice."

"You are the only one who thinks it's a boy, everyone else thinks it's a girl."

"I trust your instincts." Leah shrugged before pulling up a chair and sitting next to me.

"So how are you Fleur?" Seth asked, he shuffled around in his place, his eyes were scanning for someone else.

"It's getting rougher now since he's growing so big but, I know it'll all be worth it in the end."

"Your eyes look really dark, aren't they suppose to be red?" Leah inquired.

"We're beginning to think he's half-vampire half-human, he has a heartbeat it's just slightly faster than usual humans. He's definitely drinking the blood I get."

"I heard what happens to vampires when they don't feed...it gets rough." Leah said rubbing my back comfortingly.

"I have my moments but, they haven't been too bad."

"Where's the rest of the Cullens?" Seth inquired.

"Hunting, Edward, and Bella don't show up much... they don't want me to have my baby. But the rest of the Cullen's are really supportive and Jasper is ecstatic about it." I rubbed my bump unconsciously.

"But how do you eat?" Leah asked, her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Carlisle and Rose get these bags of animal blood for me." I saw Leah sigh and Lean back against her seat.

"These vampires aren't so bad after all...I'm glad Seth found Bree... she seems nice." Leah smiled.

"Oh she really is, she didn't know what she was doing when she was turned... I'm glad we're able to help her."

"So... when do you think you'll give birth?"

"Carlisle said I could give birth in a week or two... It's nerve-wracking, it's so unpredictable."

"Hey, you'll be fine... I'll stay here for a bit if you need." Leah offered.

"That would be nice but, I don't want to put you through any trouble."

"It wouldn't be any trouble besides If Edward or Bella tries something... they're going to have to deal with me too."

I laughed but before I could say anything I could sense Edward and Bella coming in, but the others were still farther away.

"Great... now we got werewolves constantly coming in." Bella complained.

Seth and Leah looked up shocked.

"Bella... did you forget you were in a toxic, manipulative love triangle for a solid year with a werewolf... for a solid fucking year." I snapped back.

"Jacob doesn't talk to me anymore!" Bella roared.

"Good for him, he needs to move on." I said, Leah nodded in agreement.

"You always have to stick your opinion in don't you?" Bella said.

"Uhh... you walked in for 5 seconds are were already trying to start shit with me." I snapped, the rage in my body burned.

"Hey, don't you snap at my wife." Edward snarled, he started walking up to me slowly.

"Back off Edward." Leah warned, she seemed to feel how pissed off I was.

"Can it mutt."

"Edward... I've been starving for almost a month... don't try me."

"What can you do? You're frail, weak, impaired." Edward pushed, walking up in front of me.

"What in the fuck are you two still doing here? I mean... honestly, you both got what you wanted, Edward you got a mate, and Bella, you became immortal. If you can't stand the decisions we're all making then why don't you just leave?"

"Because we're protected, we're the feared Olympic coven... Who wouldn't want to stay here." Edward explained, he rolled his eyes as if it were obvious.

"Oh I see... you're using them, you're too unskilled to protect yourselves so why wouldn't you want to let everyone else do the work?" I said in fake shock, Leah and Seth began to chuckle.

"I'm not unskilled enough to protect myself from you." Bella smirked, joining Edward in front of me.

"...You two fucking try something I dare you because the way I've been feeling all month I fucking dare someone to mess with me. I growled standing up on my own, it was strange... it was like a new strength filled my body.

Leah came up in front of me and put an arm between us three.

"Just drop it you three... this isn't going to end well." Leah warned.

Edward smirked and then grabbed me, I quickly flipped him around and as I warned before kicked him through the glass wall.

I heard shuffling and turned around to see Leah holding Bella down with Seth helping her out. I turned back around to the window, I saw Edward lying on the ground with Dean, Alice, Esme, and Emmett looking up at me in shock. I saw Carlisle approach Edward, a deadly look was on his face.

"Damn short stack!" I heard three sets of feet running inside Jasper, Rosalie, and Bree came into the lounge room. Bree went to go help Seth and Leah with Bella.

"Darlin are you okay?" Jasper called toward me worryingly. I couldn't say anything however as that newfound strength had dissipated, and I clutched my head. Rosalie and Jasper rushed to me.

"That's it I can't stand those two anymore they have to get out of here!" Rosalie exclaimed, Jasper just nodded in agreement.

When I was sat back down in the armchair I decided to explain what happened. The rest of the Cullens came back in, Edward couldn't look me in the eyes now.

"So sweety, what happened?" Esme inquired.

"I was just sitting with Leah and Seth when Bella started complaining that Leah and Seth were here."

Bella tried to say something but Rosalie gave her a glare.

"I snapped at her I'll admit but... then Edward started coming up to me threateningly... but he then he said that he was just living with you guys because he was being protected... and long story short Edward grabbed me and I kicked him through the glass wall." I finished. I had never seen Carlisle or Esme so mad before.

"Is that true?" Carlisle inquired.

"But..."

"HE SAID IS IT TRUE!" Esme interrupted.

Edward bit down a growl before answering.

"Yes."

"You two can't come around here anymore...nor do you two belong to this coven." Carlisle demanded.

Bella gasped.

"What a second we can work something out..." She started.

"Look I'm not going to spend decades of you three fighting all the time... and personally, I'm personal want to keep the one I like." Rosalie sniped.

"Leave at once," Carlisle said.

Edward and Bella stormed out of the house and ran off. A thick silence overtook the air.

"Uh...sorry about the wall." Jasper shushed me before pulling me in for a kiss.

"You two okay?" He asked, rubbing my stomach.

"Oh yeah he's having a blast...you should've felt him, he was kicking up a storm. He's a fighter I can tell." I said smiling. Jasper curled up to me and rested his head on mine. I saw the Cullens as well as Leah and Seth glance at each other, leaving the room.

"You know, I can feel what emotions they feel," Jasper stated.

"Really? How is he feeling now?"

"They loves the sound of your voice, I can tell. They get so happy when they hear it."

I smiled fondly on my bump before rubbing it softly.

"I'm glad you love it, we both love you that's for sure..."

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Crows Headcanon: Wesper Headcanon (Wylan Van Eck and Jesper Fahey)

If you’d rather read this and more Crows headcanons on ao3 here’s the link.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Previous Chapter (Chapter 5)

Chapter 6 (the chapters aren’t related and do not continue the story, each can be read separately)

Wylan

It was inevitable. Their first fight. Of course, they'd fight at some point, living together. It began as everything does, small and barely noticeable. There would be tiny squabbles about clothes strewn about in the room, trinkets never returned to their places. Then it grew and grew, never-ending poisonous vines wrapping around them, strangling them. They spent every moment apart thinking of flaws with the other and every moment together pointing it out.

Just this morning Jesper grumbled about being too warm when Wylan woke up wrapped around him in the morning (even in sleep, his body knows what it really wants, too bad his mind isn't as smart right now). And Wylan knew, he <i>knew</i> that Jesper probably meant nothing by it. But his mind immediately began spewing venom into his heart. <i>You will only ever be a burden. He says he loves you, but he's already tired of you. How much longer do you think he'll stay here when he could have anyone?</i> But he's stubborn and strong and, he refused to show his heart because what else is that but an invitation to stab? So he pulled away and said, "Fine, then. If it's such an inconvenience then I won't touch you at all." And he walked out of the room, tears stinging in his eyes.

Jesper

I know I messed up. I've been messing up constantly. All of this is so new to me. I didn't know it would be this difficult to stay with someone. I've shared so many beds but I've never before shared a room. I didn't realise that it would bother someone else that my clothes aren't always in the cupboard. At first, it frustrated me that he would find faults with me all the time. It reinforced those voices in my brain that told me that I'd never be enough. So I took out those frustrations the way I always have, in cards and drinks and coins.

For a while, it was fine. I thought I'd fixed it somehow. Then, he started noticing more money missing. And he was so so angry. What else did I expect from a bomb-maker, if not an explosive temper? I knew that it wasn't working. I knew it was wrong. I knew that it wasn't truly helping me at all. But it scared me, terrified me that he'd already noticed all the worst things about me, and had to be stuck with that all the time. I realised then that this wasn't going to last much longer. So I gave up. I stopped trying to fix anything between us and just continued to feed the fire. If this is going to end anyway, what was even the point? What would be the point of telling me to please stay, please let me stay? How could I even convince him? He'd seen the worst things, the darkness behind my flirtatious smiles. He's let me stay for months now, and he hates it. He hates <i>me</i>, here. What could I ever do about that?

Even this morning, I complained about being too warm when he'd wrapped his body around me. I'd just gotten up, and for a single moment, I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten that we'd gone from being lovers, loved, loving, to...fighting. I'd forgotten that every word would be taken as a bullet. He'd flinched away from me (it made my heart <i>hurt</i>) and snarled, "Fine, then. If it's such an inconvenience then I won't touch you at all." And he'd stormed out of the room.

I raised a hand automatically, about to stop him. But what could I say? I'd only ever been good at destroying things, not fixing them. So I dropped my hand and laid back on the bed, eyes closed to keep the tears in, not succeeding in the least.

Wylan

It got so bad that even Inej and Kaz began to notice. They'd visit from time to time, either for his help or Jesper's. And naturally, they felt the crackling tension in the air. They never said anything about it, but he could see them exchanging glances, communicating in that way that only they could. It reminded him of the way he and Jesper used to communicate. The gentle brushing of their hands, stray touches on the elbow or shoulder, and he had to stop and take a deep breath to clear the constriction in his lungs.

They were both so tired of fighting all the time that even that had stopped. He never thought he'd miss fighting, but he did. At least then, Jesper was paying attention to him, even if he was smirking thoughtlessly. But now, nothing. They simply avoided each other around the house. He'd enter the kitchen, and Jesper would walk out. Jesper would enter our bedroom, and he'd leave. Even at night, Jesper would stay out so late that they never went to bed together. They did still sleep in the same room, the same bed. They still had that, but he didn't know how much longer even that'd last. So when he inevitably woke up first every morning, he'd stare and stare and stare. He'd caress every inch of Jesper's brown skin that he could see, just with his eyes, hand itching to touch.

He made sure never to get close to him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to let him go. He'd latch onto him and hold on forever.

Jesper

The silence was so loud it was deafening. It made his hair stand on end. He hated this silence, but he also didn't know how to break it. It'd grown so huge, a looming monster growing between them, and he knew no way of vanquishing it. So he let it be. He let Wylan avoid his touch like he had something contagious, and he let him keep as much distance as he wanted, even as his heart shrivelled every time it happened.

The only way he now knew to protect his heart was to stay out of the house. He didn't think that he'd ever need to protect his heart from Wylan. He couldn't believe that this is what it'd come to.

He came home every night, skin chill from the wind outside, aching to sink into Wylan's warmth and knowing he wasn't allowed. So he stared and stared and stared and drank whatever warmth he could from those bright curls and freckled skin. And in his dreams, the only thing he saw, over and over again, were those azure eyes gazing at him like they once did, in love.

Kaz

He'd had enough. What now that they didn't have any problems those idiots decided to make some of their own? He would not let this stand, not a chance.

Inej

She knew that gleam in his eyes. He had a plan, and since it was Kaz's, it was expected that it'd be devious. But, she knew for once that it was with the best of intentions. So she listened attentively when he told her and smiled a tiny proud smile when he was done.

Wylan

It was an overcast evening, and he shivered as he made himself a cup of hot chocolate. Jesper was out, of course, doing whatever he did every day. He didn't know. How could he if they didn't talk anymore? So he took out his flute and tried to practice, tried to ignore his trembling hands. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door. He dropped the flute and ran for it, only taking a second to check who it was. Inej.

He yanked open the door. She wouldn't bang it like that if there wasn't an emergency. She looked worried, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide.

What's happened?" he asked.

"Jesper...he's missing," she said, suddenly wilting. His heart stopped.

"What?" he whispered, his voice breaking.

"Kaz needed him for a job, so I went to get him. I checked all his usual joints, and he wasn't there anywhere," she looked pitying now. She'd definitely noticed the way his skin grew paler. If even the Wraith couldn't find him, where could he be? What-what could've happened to him?

"But," she said and he perked up immediately, "we think we know who could've taken him."

It takes them half an hour to make a plan to rescue him, hoping desperately that they were going to the right place. Inej instructs him on which bombs they need, and they set off.

Jesper

It can't be true. It could not be true. Not again. Kaz just told him that one of his rivals had kidnapped Wylan. They were now waiting for him to come to them and demand the ransom. How could this have happened? Why Wylan? He hoped with all his heart that they were at least treating him well, knowing that that wasn't very likely. As they sat there, a fire burned in his belly. He felt hatred rise like a storm inside him. He would not be merciful with whoever had kidnapped Wylan.

He didn't understand how Kaz could just sit there, relaxed as though nothing had happened. No, he knew that maintaining a veneer of calmness would make it easier to negotiate with the kidnapper. But he still couldn't stop his fists from clenching and his jaw from tensing. He tried to breathe deeply, telling himself that the kidnapper wouldn't kill Wylan because that would get him nothing. Wylan would be okay. He had to be. He couldn't die. He couldn't die, with Jesper not able to recollect the last time he touched him, the last word he told him.

So they waited. Jesper grew more and more jittery, legs shaking and fingers tapping and fidgeting. Kaz somehow grew calmer and calmer, cane resting gently on his lap, utterly in his element, ready to do his part.

When the outer door slammed open, Jesper stood up abruptly, and Kaz gripped his cane tighter. The door opened and in came charging...

Wylan

Finally, they got through the gate, and the soldiers posted outside and entered an empty room. He didn't waste a second. The moment he noticed the other door in the room, he rushed at it, pushing it open. And there he was. He ran to Jesper and hugged him, holding on so so tightly. He was so relieved to find him that he didn't even wonder why Jesper wasn't tied up and gagged.

"You're okay, you're okay," he chanted, under his breath, still unwilling to let go of his sharpshooter. Jesper held him in return, nestling his head in Wylan's curls, speechless for once. After a few minutes, or seconds, or hours, or an eternity, he pulled back a little to see Jesper wide-eyed, looking at him like he was a ghost.

"I'm sorry," they both blurted out at once, and they laughed and sobbed at that.

"No, no, I should be the one to apologise. I'm so sorry for being such a mess. The clothes and my other things and the gambling. Oh, I knew I needed to stop, and I couldn't and then- and then-" Jesper babbled.

"No! Don't be sorry. I'll help you, we'll do it together. Okay? I'm sorry too. It was all so perfect, and it scared me. I was so scared that you'd leave that I nearly drove you to leave myself," he said, staring right into Jesper's eyes so he'd understand.

"Okay. But just so you know, I never would've left," Jesper tells him, looking back just as intensely.

"Okay. That's good," Wylan says, chuckling, suddenly embarrassed.

Jesper tilts his chin back up and gazing into his eyes the whole time, kisses him. Wylan responds ravenously, and well...it all works out. They remind the other that they love them, that they always have and always will. And when they realise what Kaz and Inej tricked them into, Wylan is outraged, and Jesper just laughs and laughs and laughs (Wylan then kisses him, hearing the laughs echo in his heart).

Next chapter (Chapter 7)

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You had laughed at the texts you were reading on your phone. You and your baby crows were on the bus headed to Tokyo for training camp. By some miracle, Kageyama and Hinata had managed to pull a barely passing grade. Snorting you’d bet all Ukai’s meat buns their teacher just didn’t want anything to do with them.

Next to you Kiyoko turned her head, eye brow raised in silent question. Sliding your phone over she read the messages and nearly cackled. Opting to snort softly Suga turned from in front of you to see what was so funny. You, Suga, and Kiyoko had been best friends since you started your first year at Kurasuno. As your designated best friends they were the only ones who knew that you had a boyfriend. Surprisingly enough gossipy Suga managed to keep it a secret for two years.

Looking back you had to laugh at the fact that you and your boyfriend had been together this long, and literally no one knew about it outside of your two friends and his two friends. Snickering Suga looked towards you, “does he know you’re going to be there?” shrugging you shook your head. “Honestly, he probably forgot. He’s been studying for his college entrance exams.” you answered. “And how did that conversation go?” he whispered. “It went fine, we’re applying to the same places but if it doesn’t work, we’ll do what we’ve been doing.” with a dramatic sigh Suga spoke, “I could never.” snorting Kiyoko responded. “Yeah we know, that’s why you still haven’t told Daichi you want to kiss him.” you couldn’t remain quiet anymore as her peals of laughter echoed through the bus.

Stepping off the bus, Bokuto stretched his arms and popped his back. He had been looking forward to this for weeks. It had been a while since he was able to go to Miyagi; exam prep taking priority. He didn’t want to disappoint you after all. Behind him Akaashi was looking for Kenma. He found him standing away from everyone else. “Do you know if she’s coming?” he stage whispered to Kenma. Snickering Kenma responded, “Yes, she texted me when they left...I take it he doesn’t know?” nodding his head toward Bokuto. “He’s been busy doing exam prep.” Akaashi answered. “Well the only school we’re waiting on is Kurasuno and everyone can’t stop talking about how hot their managers are.” he snickered before rolling his eyes at the sight of his best friend approaching. “Hey, Hey, Hey! Is Kurasuno here yet?” Bokuto mumbled, looking behind Kuroo. “They’ll be here any minute now, but that doesn’t matter since I called dibs.” he declared grinning fiendishly. “Dibs on what?” Bokuto asked. “On getting the number of their cute manager!” patting his shoulder Bokuto shook his head. “Sorry buddy, but I doubt Kiyoko-san would be interested in someone like you.” Kuroo sniffed indignantly. “I wasn’t talking about Kiyoko! I was talking about the other one. She’s really pretty apparently.” before Bokuto had time to process what his friend was seeing he had spotted Kurasuno.

After arriving and sorting everything out, you, Kiyoko, and Yachi made your way down to the courts see what needed to be done. Opening the doors you were met with the familiar “Hey, Hey, Hey!” of your loud owlish boyfriend Bokuto Koutaro. You couldn’t help the big smile on your face. Yachi looked over at you smiling. “I won’t tell anyone...you know how crazy they’ll get when they find out.” she muttered. Chuckling you wrapped your arm aroudn her shoulder and tugged her along. Stopping in front of Kurasuno you stopped to see Daichi in a staring contest with the Captain of Nekoma. Looking to Kenma, you both nodded in silent communication. This must be Kuroo then. “We’re gonna wipe the floor with you country bumpkin, and when we do I’m going to ask out your pretty manager.” Kuroo declared squeezing Daichi’s hand. “First, you’re not going to win; and second she wouldn’t date someone like you.” all you could do was shake your head at their stupidity. 

As the day progressed Kurasuno kept losing. The amount of hill sprints they had to do would have been hilarious, if not for the fact that every time they left you were approached by some person or another asking for your name or your number. It was beginning to get on your nerves. You could only imagine how Bo-chan was doing. Looking over you could see that he was angry. His hits were leaving visual dents into the court. As hot as that was, you knew that if he didn’t calm down he would snap; and you knew that needed to be avoided at all costs.

Across the gymnasium Bokuto was literally seething. First, he didn’t get to talk to you this morning. Then, he ended up being business; or you ended up being business and you just kept missing each other. Third, his best friend was hitting on you like it was no bodies business. As funny as Bokuto would usually find it, you were different. You were his and that was that. You were his girlfriend. Only he could make you smile the way you did. And only he could pull those soft sighs and giggles form your lips. Clenching his fist he snarled. He needed to get his anger in check or someone was going to get hurt.

An hour alter found Fukurodani against Nekoma. Ukai decided it would be best for Kurasuno to watch, so they sat on the outskirts of the court observing. You, Suga, Kiyoko, and Yachi were behind the bench. Bokuto could feel your eyes on him, and it seemed to calm him down slightly. Akaashi was doing all he could to keep Bokuto calm, while Kenma was trying his best to keep Kuroo under control. At this point he didn’t care if Kuroo got hit, he deserved it after the way he kept incisently flirted with you. “Hey pretty, if I win you have to agree to at least have dinner with me.” Kuroo declared winking for emphasis. You scoffed picking at your fingernails. “I’ve told you already that I’m not interested...you’re a little too skinny for my tastes Kuroo-san.” Kuroo shook his head, “I might be skinny but I have a f-and before he could finish his sentence Kenma had punched him in the gut. In that same span of time Bokuto whirled around facing the bench. With strong determined strides he was in front of you. Firmly yet gently Bokuto cupped your face hands cradling the back of your head. Tilting your lips up he pressed his down firmly togue demanding entrance upon first touch. You settled your hands against his firm chest as his tongue flicked gently against yours. Parting your lips slightly he pushed in further a deep groan coursing through him. For what felt like hours he made out with you, pulling sweet sighs and soft moans. A primal urge inside him to show EVERYONE that you belonged to him. Pulling back to breathe, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning and walking back on the court. “I’d like to finish this in two sets, I want to spend time with my girlfriend tonight.” he declared winking in your direction. 

Safe to say everyone know about it and everyone generally freaked out <3 

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Protect Me

Captain Magnum x gender neutral!reader

@obessionfanboy ty for the... request? Request! Ty for the request.

A/N: Me: *uses the exact same picture for two fics*. lol. It seemed to fit here as well and I was too lazy to go back and change the other one... uh this one's angsty, dude. Mostly angst. I had to add fluff at the end I'm SORRY. I had such a good time writing this, dude, I just... AHH. ok. ok I'm good. Rated T for torture, blood and gore(?).

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Captain Magnum glared angrily towards the horizon as he clutched the wheel tightly. He'd never had a problem with other pirates before. But he never had anything to lose before. And then you came along.

You were his soft spot. His weakness. He knew people would take advantage of that, but he didn't think much of it.

And then they took you.

It all happened so fast. You were sitting next to him, singing a shanty he taught you while the others danced. He couldn't help but stare at your face. Your wonderful face… He found it hard to believe that you were his. Not like you belonged to him. You were your own person. But… you were his! It was too good to be true…

That part was right.

There was a sudden explosion from the left. You would've gone flying if Magnum hadn't caught you. He could barely see through the smoke, but he could make out a ship next to theirs. He led you to his cabin and put you inside.

"Stay here 'til I tell ye 'tis safe," he instructed softly. You grabbed his hand when he tried to walk away from you.

"What? No, I'm helping,"

"No, ye're not. Stay here."

"I'm useful!"

"I know ye be!"

"Then let me-"

"Y/N!" He grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. You stopped at his sudden authority. "I wants t' keep ye safe… please… I don't want t' lose ye." your eyes softened and you sighed.

"Ok. I'll stay here," you smiled. He kissed your forehead and closed the door. You figured, at least, you could hide a bit better. You found a large barrel in the back of the room. You thought that'd be as good a place as any.

Captain Magnum fought off opposing pirates on the deck with the rest of the crew. His size helped an awful lot. He was much larger and stronger than the other pirates. He batted them away like flies. His ex-first-mate ran up next to him.

"Captain, where be Y/N?" He asked over the gunshots and cannonfire. He had been salty over the fact that you'd been made first mate, but you soon got along. He started thinking of you as a little sibling, so he wanted you to be safe just as much as the captain did.

"Safe in me cabin, don't worry," Magnum answered. The ex…(look, imma just call him… John. His name is John now) John looked over at Magnum's cabin to make sure you were actually safe.

"Uh… Captain?" He called for his attention. Magnum looked at him. He was pointing towards the open door of his quarters.

"Oh, no, no, no, no," he mumbled under his breath as he ran over to the open door. He threw the stuff to and fro, not caring what he broke, trying to find you.

"Oh, God," John whispered. Magnum whipped around to him, finding him staring to the side. He ran over to see what he was looking at. There you were.

Tied up.

In the arms of the enemy.

Magnum couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He'd lost you. He'd failed you. He wanted to keep you safe… that's all he wanted to do.

"Um... I found... I found this attached t' th' wall..." John said and handed a letter to the Captain. He gently took it.

"If you want them back, you'll follow these directions…"

--

You sat staring blankly at the ocean while the pirates drank and cheered all around you. You were tied to the mast in the center of the ship, unable to move your arms. You were sitting. The captain of the ship walked over to you.

"Oh, come on, now. Lighten up!" he shouted. "We be good scallywags... Right fellas?!" the entire crewed bellowed out a "yeah" that shook you to your core.

"What you are is a bunch of squiffy miscreants who need to let me the fuck go," You snarled. You had picked up a bit of pirate slang while on the ship. You learned that "squiffy" meant "stupid" and "miscreant" meant "villain".

"Oh, I see we 'ave a brave one here," the captain chuckled darkly. You turned your head away from him, but he grabbed your chin and turned you back towards him. "I don't reckon ye understand... I be-" his villainous monologue was cut off by you biting his thumb. He yelled out and stumbled back.

"Fuck you, dickhead!" You shouted.

"Ow, wha' in Davy Jones' locker! Are ye feral or somethin'?" He hissed as he cradled his bleeding hand. You bared your teeth and growled like a wild animal. The crew all stepped back. He looked at them, then turned to you. "I don't take disrespect lightly. I bet we can fix that courage o' yers…" he snapped and two men untied you from the pole. You kicked them and ran towards the plank at the side of the ship. You turned towards them as they stepped towards you.

"Don't move! I'll jump! I will!" You warned. The captain held out his hand for the crew to stop walking.

"Listen, kid, we be plannin' on holdin' ye fer ransom against Captain Magnum. If he gets here 'n ye're dead? Well, then, we be jus' gonna kill 'im 'n his crew, 'n take thar loot fer ourselves. Ye wouldna like that, now would ye?" He asked. You frowned and looked at the water below before sighing and walking back onto the deck. "Yeah, that's wha' I thought." You could hear the smirk in his voice and it made you sick. A particularly large man with an eyepatch led you under the deck. He closed the hatch and pulled out a knife. Your eyes widened as you stumbled back and fell onto the floor. You started to hyperventilate and tried to move away from him. He sighed.

"This will hurt less if ye jus' sit thar 'n take it."

--

The crew finally arrived where they were told to go. Captain Magnum instructed two crewmates to bring a chest full of treasure. John ran up to him.

"But, Captain, can't we try 'n-" he began.

"Would ye rather 'ave treasure or 'ave Y/N back?" He responded bluntly. John opened his mouth, but sighed when he realized he had nothing to argue.

They walked into an abandoned building and entered a room that looked like it used to be a ballroom. The opposing captain sat in a velvet chair at the top of some stairs.

"Well, well, well! Look who finally decided t' show up! One eyed Jack was gettin' tired…" he mocked. Magnum clenched his fists at the implication that something happened to you.

"I brought yer treasure. Give me back me first mate," he glowered.

"Oh, come on now. Why so serious? Can nah we chat first? How was yer day?" The captain laughed. Magnum's crew all took out guns and pointed them at the opposing crew. The captain rolled his eyes.

"Alright, fine, take yer mate. They was so borin'. They barely even screamed durin' th' torture…"

Magnum could feel his face heat up in anger. His body went cold as he saw a large man drop your limp body in front of him. He breathed shakily as he saw the blood all over you. He could see tears stream down your face. Your breathing was shallow and your eyes were closed. Jack and another crewmate lifted you up and carried you back to the ship. Magnum refused to look up from the floor.

"Now, hand o'er th' chest, Magnum," the captain said in a sing-song voice. Two crewmates started sliding the chest over to the opposite crew, but Magnum blocked them with his log-leg.

"Fight me fer it." Magnum demanded.

"Pardon?"

"If ye're such a good pirate, then fight me fer th' chest."

"Wha'? No! That wasn't th' deal!"

"I guess if ye're too scared…" The pirate clenched his fists for a moment before smirking.

"Alright, then, Captain, ye've got yourself a deal." Both men stood in the center of the room. "Good ole-fashioned duel?" Magnum nodded and took out his pistol. The other captain did the same. One eyed Jack stood back a bit, and leaned over to Captain Magnum, covering his mouth with his hand and whispering something in his ear. The other captain didn't think much of it. His first mate would never do anything to harm him.

One-eyed Jack counted to ten paces, but the opposing captain turned before he finished. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, thinking he'd caught Magnum off-guard. His grin fell when he saw Magnum already pointing his pistol. Both men fired, but in his panic, the other captain missed. Magnum did not. The captain fell, screaming and holding his shoulder. Magnum looked down at him for a moment before putting his pistol away and lifting the chest, taking it back to the ship. His crew followed. The other captain sat on the floor, breathing heavily as blood gushed out of the wound. One-eyed Jack leaned down to him.

"Wha' in Davy Jones' locker did ye say t' 'im?!" The captain yelled. One-eyed Jack took the Captain's hat and put it on his own head.

"That ye always turn at 9, cap'n," he monotoned. The captain stared at him in disbelief as the larger man patted his good shoulder and left him there to bleed.

--

Captain Magnum stared at you from across his cabin as John patched you up. You stared blankly into space, and it was making him nervous. You hadn't said a single word since you got back. You'd barely even moved. He'd tried to get you to eat something but you just sat, staring. He was worried.

Jack finished with the last bandage and patted your arm.

"Feel better soon, kid," he whispered. You made no response. He sighed and nodded to the captain as he left. Magnum slowly walked over to you and sat in the chair by the bed.

"A-Ahoy, beauty... How... How are ye doin'?" He stuttered. You didn't respond. "How much... Does it hurt?" Still nothing. "Are ye okay?" You made absolutely no effort to make any sort of sign to let him know anything. He felt his stomach tighten when he realized you were probably in shock or… traumatized or… something. He felt tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He needed to be strong. For you.

"Ye... ye needs t' eat. Ye... prolly lost a lot o' blood. Ye needs t' eat." he said desperately. He sat a plate down in front of you. Nothing. "I'll... Be here if ye wants t' talk. I won't weigh anchor. I promise I won't." He moved to the other side of the room again, wanting to give you space.

You didn't move for the rest of the day. It had gotten dark, and two meals had passed. You hadn't moved an inch. You just sat staring into space. He tried to initiate conversation a few times, but stopped when he finally figured out you weren't going to respond anytime soon. When night came around, he figured he'd get into bed with you. You did close your eyes as he laid you down and held you close to his chest.

"I love ye," he whispered against your head. You didn't respond.

--

You made no effort to get up in the morning. Magnum had to sit you up against the wall himself. He brought you breakfast and tried to coerce you into eating again. When that didn't work, he tried to feed you. He held a piece of food up against your mouth. You did nothing, even when he practically begged you to eat something. You did, however, let the water slide down your throat when he tilted your head back and poured. He figured that was good, so he left you alone. Not once did he leave the room when you were going through this. He stated by your side the whole time and left Jack in charge of the ship. He talked to you, knowing you wouldn't answer. He didn't even know if you could hear him. It didn't look like you could.

Every morning he sat you up, trying to ask how you were, eventually leaving you alone.

Every meal, he tried to feed you and eventually gave up, giving you water.

Every other hour he tried to make conversation, eventually realizing it wasn't working.

Every night he laid you down and held you close, saying I love you, eventually realizing you weren't going to say it back.

This went on for… days? Weeks? He'd lost track at this point. He barely slept at night because he wanted to make sure you wouldn't have nightmares. You had one or two, but mostly, you were fine. He didn't eat until you drank water, and he spent hours trying to feed you. He felt like his sanity was slipping every day you weren't alright.

One night, while he was holding you close as always, he said something different.

"I won't always be able t' protect ye, I know I won't. But I needs ye t' trust that I'll try me best," he paused, hoping you would respond. You didn't. He sighed. "I love ye…" he thought he felt you clutch onto his shirt as he was falling asleep. Nah. Couldn't be. He thought.

--

He sat you up against the wall in the morning, as always. A crewmate brought food and sat in on the bed. He sighed as he watched you for a minute. Your eyes looked… better. Less dull. He shook his head, brushing it off as his imagination. He picked up the food and held it up to your mouth.

"Please, darlin', please. Jus'... Eat?" He begged. You didn't move. He looked down, feeling the tears. No. Not now. Be strong. He told himself. He took a deep breath and looked back up at you. You were sitting there, same position, with your mouth slightly open.

Wait…

Your mouth… was open! Only a bit, but it was open. Magnum felt his hand start to shake in excitement and joy, but he kept it down. He swallowed, deciding to push his luck.

"Well, ye can nah put grub in that wee space. Come on, open up!" he pushed. One side of your mouth upturned a bit, but fell back to its original position as you opened your mouth wider. Magnum smiled and breathed shakily as you chewed the food and swallowed.

You are the entire plate, and he gave you water like always. He sat on his knees, laying his head on his arms, watching you for any other movement. You glanced at him occasionally and that was like all the treasure in the world to him. He sat back in his chair and started talking again. You seemed to be listening, or at least paying attention to him, so he kept talking he made a joke at one point and you exhaled through your nose, grinning slightly. It was the most beautiful thing to him in that moment.

You would open your mouth to let him feed you for the next couple days, and you'd make small responses to things he'd tell you. You'd tilt your head slightly, raise your eyebrows a bit, he even got the occasional eye roll. He would watch you the whole time he talked just to see these little actions. They were what kept him going.

A few weeks after you'd started this, he'd stayed up all night trying to see you do something. He'd already fed you breakfast, and it'd be time for lunch soon. He sat at the other side of the cabin, looking at you. You sat straighter in the bed. You actively looked around instead of just staring at one place, and your fingers occasionally twitched when you saw something you found interesting. He tried to stay awake to feed you lunch, but he just couldn't. He fell asleep in the chair.

--

He woke up feeling groggy, the way you do after a nap. His neck was sore and his back was stiff. His vision was blurry, and he groaned as he adjusted to the lighting of midday. His first thought was to look over and see what you were doing. You were just sitting there, eating…

You were eating?! You were eating!

You were picking up the food and putting it into your mouth, drinking too!

Magnum almost shot up from his chair as he realized this, making both the chair and the floor creak in protest. You looked over at him, eyes wide. In your eyes was confusion with a slight hint of fear. Magnum sat back down, hands clutching the armrests. You turned back to your food and continued eating, glancing at him in concern. He just sat there and watched you, wide eyed, a goofy smile on his face. When you finished your food and water, he sped over to the bed and plopped in the chair. You leaned back a bit, and you both sat there staring at each other for a solid minute. He cleared his throat.

"Ahoy, beauty!" He said in a raised voice. You winced, so he quieted down. "How are ye doin'?" He asked. You gave him a small smile and a thumbs up. Magnum felt his heart speed up and his breathing quicken.

"How much does it hurt?" You held your hand with your palm facing the ground, shaking it a bit. He nodded.

"Are ye okay?" You smiled again and nodded slightly. Magnum felt the tears again and let them fall. Your smile dropped as you set a gentle hand on his shoulder, shaking it slightly.

"I be okay, I be alright. 'tis alright. I be jus'... So, so happy ye're okay…" he reassured. You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder as he started talking. You participated a bit more during his storytelling, letting out little gasps and laughs and "oh"s and "eee"s and… it was a bit overwhelming for him. He hadn't heard this much out of you in months. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it…

You ate your other meals on your own as he just watched you. You blushed and turned away from him a few times, which made him laugh.

A few days later, he'd decided that it'd be a good time to take you out onto the deck. The crew stopped what they were doing and looked at you in concern and surprise. Jack was in the middle of a story, and Magnum told him to continue. He kept watching you for any sign of anything bad, but smiled when you let out a snicker. The crew understood that you probably wouldn't want to talk about your… experience and left you alone about it. You still hadn't really talked, but they were happy with what you had done.

That night, Magnum got into bed with you, same as always. This time you turned and snuggled up into him yourself. He smiled at the affection he missed oh so much. He sighed and kissed your head, whispering the same thing he always did. This time, you responded.

"I love you more…" you whispered in a scratchy voice. He decided to push.

"More than wha'?" He asked. You don't answer for a moment and he worried.

"More than all the treasure and adventure in all the seven seas…" you finally stated. He smiled and pulled you close, holding you tight and never wanting to let go...

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[daddyzanchez]

Hey, if you're taking fic requests right now I would LOVE to see one where Rick is totally dominated by the reader. Maybe he's tied up and teased like crazy, till he's begging to cum. There's not enough submissive Rick fics out there ;) if you're up for it, that'd be neat

Here you go, my friend. I had a lot of fun writing this!

2400 words - erotica - F/M - pegging, dirty talk, name calling, tickling, restraints, slight nipple play

Link to this story on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13053249

The Tables Have Turned

Another groan escaped Rick’s lips as he pulled at the restraints, briefly looking in pain as they cut into his skin, both on his ankles and wrists, at his enormous effort to get away. He didn’t want to get away though, you knew that, he had allowed you to do this. It was still slightly surrealistic to know that Rick had willingly done this, let you be in control of him and be the teased one for a change; it was always you, you underneath his touch that sent you to the point of pathetic begging.

You were sitting on his thighs, a long black feather in your hand and the look in Rick’s eyes was perfect encouragement to absolutely torture him with it. You twirled it in your hand and the soft down-like feathers danced in the air, Rick’s eyes watching them briefly before returning his attention to you, “W-well? Are you gonna get on with it or?”

It was typical of him to be rude and a smartarse even when he wasn’t in control, and as a punishment you let the feather run across his chest to his armpit, both being exposed due to his hands being tied to the headboard, “Shut up or this will go on.”

“I can handle it,” he seemed to struggle with coming off as unaffected but the small twitches of his eyes revealed his struggling more than enough, he was trying not to laugh and it caused you to smirk as you ran the feather towards a nipple. His first hitched breath escaped him as you circled the sensitive nub. It was hard from being touched by something so delicate and though it was rarely something the both of you engaged in, you knew that his nipples were extremely sensitive when it came to sex - and this was definitely sex because his cock was twitching against your thigh.

“Fucking hell, Rick, you are getting off on this, aren’t you?” You asked, putting down the feather by his head and deciding to lean down over him to kiss his chest softly. Your hand came up to find the nipple that had yet managed to gain any attention, and you pinched it between two fingers, making his voice shake as he spoke.

“Y-y-you’re sitting on my lap, not a piece of clothing on your perfect body, h-how could I not be hard for you?” He replied, trying to push his hips up into you but the restraints at his feet forced him to be planted firmly into the mattress. You felt proud at your doing, he was really not going anywhere.

You hummed in reply, shifting slightly in your spot to be able to catch a nipple between your teeth, pulling at it and playing with his sensitivity to the point where he could not contain his whine. The sound wasn’t desperate yet but it came from the back of his throat and sent a shiver down your spine, causing arousal to pool at the base of it. Then you started kissing at his chest, from one nipple to the other, with occasional flicks of your tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin as he was sweating already. He was a slut for being dominated, you realised, the bastard just didn’t want to admit it to either you nor himself, but one’s body could not be so worked up over this in so little time if they weren’t turned on. And boy, was he turned on - his cock twitched again but was now lying along his stomach and you watched as precome pooled in his navel.

“Tell me again what you said when I proposed this to you,” you straightened on his lap again, a smirk on your face as your glance went from his cock to his eyes.

“I-I told you it was all fine,” he said breathlessly, still trying to mask the fact that he loved you in control, “If I recall, I said I could tolerate a night like this with y-you.”

“Tolerate,” you scoffed, picking up the feather again and lowering it to his cock, “Bullshit, why don’t you just say the truth, huh, baby?”

“Which is?” Rick raised a brow at you.

“That you’ll be begging in a moment, that you love seeing me like this, able to control every little thing that happens to you,” you listed, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock to clean away precome, so the feather wouldn’t get dry and messy. Slowly, you ran the tip of it repeatedly up and down his shaft, smirking down at him as you watched his facade break piece by piece, “Doesn’t it feel good? To just be able to give in for once?”

“Don’t- don’t flatter yourself,” Rick mumbled, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as the feather ran over the tip of his cock. He was so close to breaking, just a bit more and he would be laughing and begging you. The feather traveled up his torso instead, circling his navel on its way until it was underneath his chin. He let his eyes fall closed, trying to take deep breaths as he twitched a few times.

“Look at me,” you simply commanded, and to your surprise, and probably also Rick’s, he obeyed immediately.

“I can’t,” he said quietly even though he held your gaze.

“Why not?” You wiggled the feather underneath his chin.

“Because,” Rick was quiet for a second before breaking into a full-body laugh, struggling hard against the restraints around each of his limbs, “You’re going- fuck, going to be th-the death of me, babe.” It was the most wonderful thing you had ever heard, butterflies swarming in your belly at the sound of him.

“Am I giving the old man a heart attack?” You smiled down at him, letting the feather wander off to places you had found out were ticklish during sex in the past, “Can’t he handle it?”

“Stop!” Rick continued, twisting his body as well as he could, wide smile on his face as he continued laughing loudly. You did not give in to his command, making sure he was practically yelling at you to stop. His laugh was amazing, so contagious and sweet that it made you break your character. Damn him.

“Oh my God, you’re pathetic,” you giggled, giving him only a second or two to breathe before continuing your torture, “Stop laughing, you’re making me lose face!”

He curled his toes, trying to bend his legs but to no avail, “Please! Just- Jesus, just stop! P-p-lease!”

“No!” You continued giggling, and for a second, you saw a glint in Rick’s eyes that seemed to scream ‘if you’re laughing too, I’m winning’ and it immediately made you shut up. You were quickly over it, tossed the feather away and leaned down over him again, “You’re a pain in the arse and you’re loving it.”

“I could s-say the exact same thing about you, honey,” Rick retorted but the smugness he got in return from you made him furrow his brow, “What?”

“You think I’m gonna let you fuck me tonight when you say stuff like that?” You tilted your head, sitting again to scrape your nails down his chest, “No way, I’m gonna show you why you love me being in charge, why you love being my little bitch.”

“W-what is that even supposed to mean?” Rick scoffed under you.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” you smirked, getting up from Rick’s lap to get out of bed. He followed you with his gaze as you walked to the closet in the corner. Digging through a box, you finally found the strap-on and smiled to yourself. It had been awhile since you had done this but Rick acted like a slut each time he came in contact with it, “Say hello to my little friend.”

When you had him struggling to breathe, small gasps escaping his mouth as three lubed up fingers stretched him open for you, you decided that he was ready. His skin was red and warm, every nerve in his body extra sensitive from the absolute torture of all you had done to him tonight but the thought that the two of you weren’t near being done yet, sent a delicious bolt of arousal through your body. He would be crying by the end of this because you were not tired in the slightest.

You had had to loosen the restraints around his ankles since they had made it too difficult for you to position the fake cock just right and it made him able to bend his legs and spread them. He wanted to look inviting; mouth hanging open and him sometimes arching his back with a sinful moan to encourage you to do something about it already. Even when he kept his mouth shut, he could be demanding and you felt like stuffing something in his mouth or turn him onto his stomach and away from you -  but that would be another day because you could barely wait anymore.

Stroking the fake cock, you slowly covered it in lube and then aligned it against him, making him gasp at the pressure and the coldness. His face was an experience to watch when you pushed into him. It never got old to see the pain of being stretched in the way his eyes squeezed shut, and then the following moan of pleasure that evened it out so it became bearable.

“Yeah? You like that?” You asked, and without giving him time to adjust, you thrust your hips forwards and made him call out your name.

“Fu-fuck you, I need to get used to this,” he grumbled and without thinking, you grabbed at his chin and forced him to look at you. His eyes widened at the glare he received from you, shrinking underneath you.

“If you don’t stop being bratty, I am going to stuff something in your mouth and leave you on the bed, and I promise, that will make it feel like there are more than just 24 hours to each day,” you snarled, pushing your hips forwards again as you leaned down over his face, “Do you understand?”

Rick simply nodded, looking like someone who was trying to hold back a whimper and indeed struggling with it. He turned his face away as soon as you let go of him again, and the annoyance in your voice came back stronger than ever.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” you ordered, rolling your hips in slow thrusts which weren’t anything special yet. You wanted to keep them shallow, avoiding his prostate at all costs so it could drive him crazy, “Maybe I should get a leash for you so I could pull you back to me every time you decide to look away like a wimp.”

Rick grunted, looking up at you with an unamused look on his face. It made you smirk and try your hardest to wipe the expression from his face with a harder thrust and with the sounds that poured from his lips, you started fucking him in earnest. He furrowed his brow in frustration as you still managed to avoid his prostate, concentrating hard to keep cool and it was almost funny how focused he was on not starting to beg you.

“Beg,” you panted, grateful that you weren’t always topping because this was hard work, and it amazed you how Rick could do it so often. Leaning down over him, you continued rolling your hips and watched his forehead crinkle when he tried focusing on your face as you got closer, “It’s not doing it just yet, is it? Beg, slut.”

“Fuck,” Rick finally let out an actual word, his head lolling to the side.

“Yeah, that’s what you like to hear isn’t it?” Your head came down to bite his earlobe and you lowered your voice, “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Y-yes,” he said, bending his legs to wrap them around your waist.

“Say please,” you pulled away to catch his eyes again and he was scowling, not ready to say that simple word, “Say it, Rick.”

“P-please, baby,” he finally gave in, surprising you with how little time it had taken and how desperate he must have been. You shifted your hips slightly, trying out a few different angles before Rick’s eyes shot open and he cried out. There, right there, and you continued pounding him into the mattress, earning the sweet sounds from him over and over again.

“Oh, fuck, tha- that’s it, baby,” it was as if sugar dripped from his lips when he started to let go. Praising, begging and moaning spilled from them and it only encouraged you to go harder, hands on either side of his head and your body finding a quick and hard rhythm that had Rick’s eyes rolling back into his skull. He struggled against the restraints again, clearly desperate to touch himself and showing just how little it would take to make him come now.

“You close, baby?” You snapped your hips forwards in a particularly hard thrust and an enthusiastic ‘yes’ escaped Rick. Pressing your body down onto his, you managed to rut against his cock whilst you thrusted eagerly into him. You wanted him to come right now.

And he did, arching his back and letting his legs fall from around your hips as he sinfully painted his own chest and yours in white stripes of come. It was intense, that much you knew, and when you continued fucking him throughout his high, he whimpered with oversensitivity. Rick always liked touching you even though you had come just moments ago and sometimes it could ache to the point of it being uncomfortable, so you thought it wouldn’t hurt to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He writhed on the bed, “Fuck- please, it’s s-s-so-”

“Overwhelming? Intense?” You finished, not giving him a second to breathe and you knew you had reached your goal when tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Finally, you pulled out of him, leaving him a mess on the bed to go clean up.

After having cleaned the strap-on, you got a damp cloth and went back to the bed. Usually, Rick provided great aftercare and if the roles had switched tonight, then so would you. He had fallen asleep already, snoring softly even though his body was still strapped to the bed. You smiled to yourself, loosening both the restraints and knowing you had done a good job with him when he didn’t even wake from that. He was completely out cold, not noticing you wiping the come off of his chest or you snuggling up next to him.

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