#HE BROKE THE FUCKING BED YA'LL

[sunbitesworld]

maybe Jack finds out that Y/N wants a baby and decides to 'help' them

Oho, I like the way you think nonnie~

GN! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, slight breeding kink, praise kink, mating press, rough sex, mentions of pregnancy, use of beautiful, begging, lowkey feral Jack.

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"...You want a baby?" Jack looked down at you in shock, how didn't he know this yet? "I could help with that." He mumbled, looking to the side as he rubbed his neck. He wasn't sure if he could actually give you a child, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying.

"WHA-?!" You nearly choked on your drink, your eyes widening. "H-How do you know?!" You quickly set your drink down, looking up at him. "I never told you that!" You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering where he snooped around in order to find that out.

"You didn't have to, Sunspot." He chuckled, gently grabbing your chin in his big hand. He tilted your head up to look at him, as he leaned closer. "I said I could help you~" He whispered, not breaking eye contact with you. You swallowed, opening your mouth to say something.

"I-I..." You closed your mouth again, unsure what to say. You wanted that, you really did. You just weren't sure that was possible, really. "We can at least try, can't we Sunshine?" He leaned down to kiss your neck, letting go of your chin to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I need to hear you say it, that this is okay..." He mumbled, his hands never leaving your waist. "Yes, god yes!" You set your hands on his chest, fisting his shirt in both your hands. "I need you Jack, I want you~" You're not sure where the sudden desperation came from, but it made him shudder in approval.

"That's my Sunspot. Always so needy for me, yeah?" He chuckled, his hands wandering down to your ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze, before pulling you closer to his chest. "I love you, so much."

Before you could say it back, he tossed you over his shoulder. "J-Jack!" You grabbed the back of his jacket to stable yourself, but he'd never let you fall. So this is his dominant side? God, you wonder if this is what he was like in bed before he became Sunny Day Jack.

He gently pats your butt as he carried you to the bedroom. He gently set you down on the edge of the bed, shrugging the jacket off his shoulders. "Sit still, beautiful. I'll undress you~" He cooed, grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head.

After stripping down to his underwear, he walked closer to you. "Let me help with that, Sunshine~" He chuckled, grabbing your shirt and pulling it off of your body in such a gentle manner. Quickly, his hands started to roam your exposed chest.

"So perfect..." He captured his bottom lip in his teeth, he was getting turned just from touching your soft skin. "Is this okay, Sunbeam?" He looked up at you with hooded eyes. His face was so flushed, which only made yours flushed as well.

"Yes, it's okay. Please, touch me more..." You whispered, giving him the okay to undress you further. He seemed to get the hint, quickly helping you slide your shorts off. Jack eye's widen, have you not been wearing underwear all day?

Oho, you are so lucky he didn't notice. Otherwise he would've pounced on you like a hungry tiger and eat you like he was starving. Before you could attempt to explain yourself, his lips were kissing at your exposed hips. "Oh Sunspot, you are so lucky. If I had known, I would've had you underneath me hours ago~"

He roughly pins you down to the bed, capturing your lips with his. It was rough and desperate, more teeth than lips. It made you weak in the knees, he has never kissed you like this before. You pulled away with a gasp, feeling him slowly sliding his cock inside of you.

In the middle of your desperate kissing, he had managed to slide his underwear off. You let out another gasp, but it was softer than the one before. "Jack...~" You practically purred his name as he pushed all the way inside, your gummy walls clamping around him tightly.

He grabbed your legs, lifting them up and pushing them to rest beside your head. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your mouth hung open, he was so deep. "You're doing so good for me. It's like you were made for me, Sunspot...~"

He wasted no time as he started to snap his hips against yours, in a slow but rough manner. "Don't tease me! Please Jack, I need you to breed me~" You dug your nails into the mattress, when he gave a very rough experimental thrust. You swear he had you seeing stars already!

He only grunted, sweat already starting to appear on his forehead. His thrusts started to get faster and rougher, as he kept you pinned underneath him. The sounds he made we're so animalistic, he wasn't holding back this time that's for sure.

He leaned down, biting into your shoulder to try and ground himself. Your walls clenched around him so tightly, a ring of white forming around the base of your wet hole. Jack's grunts and your moans filled the room, along with the sound of the bed creaking.

Jack reached up to grab the headboard, gripping it so tightly that it started to crack. "Fuck! You feel so good...~" He let out what sounded like a legitimate growl, leaning his head back. You couldn't respond, your eyes rolling back into your skull again.

All you could do was sit there and moan his name, letting him take full control of you. This was a whole different side of him, you loved it. "I'm so close, Sunshine. I can tell you are too~" He looked back down at you, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"I'm gonna stuff you so full~" He grunts, pushing your legs up further. This caused him to hit that perfect spot inside of you, almost instantly sending you over the edge. With a few more rough snaps of his hips against yours, the both of you came together.

Your body convulsed underneath him, but he whispered so sweetly to you. He told you how good you did, how happy he was that you let him do this to you. "You are so perfe-!"

SNAPPP! The headboard fall apart, causing Jack to blink slowly. Had he really gone that rough on you? "You...fucked me so hard you broke our bed." You said in shock, turning to glance at the damages.

"...Yeah I did!" Oh great, that boosted his ego.

#sunny day jack x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sunny day jack #sunny day jack smut #sunny day jack x reader smut #smut fic #male yandere x reader smut #male yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere x reader #HE BROKE THE FUCKING BED YA'LL

[osachiyo]

love, love, what do you think about a reader who has really thick thighs :0 how would the bsd men react to it >:0 I feel like Nikolai/Dazai would like to force the reader to sit on their face lol (it’s a thirst just in case!!)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ note. . . AAAAAA this ask made me so insane tysm for this nonnie. . . (mdni) not proofread sorry im a lazy fuck </3

dazai would love them, maybe so much so that its a little concerning— only a little though ! he'd lovee to lay his head on your plush thighs, whining for you to sing him to sleep— its the only way he can get some rest, y'know? he already loves your thighs so much but if you like wearing booty shorts, tights or even stockings? this man is a goner. just a heads up though, they're gonna be ripped to shreds by the time he's done with you. and no, he's not gonna buy you new ones (he's too broke ya'll)

he's definitely gonna beg you to sit on his face— at least do it once for him, won't you? oh but when you actually give in, he's so fucking happy he could basically die. he'd even say it to you— pretty brown lashes fluttering as he slurs out muffled words like— "god, bella. i could just— could just suffocate between these thighs," and if you know him, you know he's being dead serious. but you can't bring yourself to complain when he's practically making out with your pussy so fuckin' good, making you drool and sputter your words as he runs his tongue up and down your slick folds. filthy slurping noises escaping his lips while his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs— they're definitely gonna bruise later..♡

chuuya would find them adorable. he just loves to bury his face between them. not even in a dirty or suggestive way— he just found it so comforting, y'know? but also would be downright mesmerized by the way your thighs jiggle and spill out of your tights— blood rushing to his face and he can't help but sneak a couple glances at your plump thighs. shit, did they look good but he just wanted to rip them off as soon as possible.

and rip them off he did— blunt nails easily ripping the fabric of your mesh tights as he continues lapping at your soaked cunt. he only chuckled when you gasped and whined about how those were your last pair! he'd peak his head from between your spread thighs— tongue running over his swollen lips and god, did he look like a total fucking mess. his eyes were glazed over with pure lust and love for you— twinkling with delight as you moaned and clutched onto the bedframe, holding on for dear life as chuuya ate you out like a fucking animal. a sloppy grin graced his features, hand moving from your thigh to reach between your legs— pushing two gloved fingers in with ease. "relax, doll. I'll buy you all the tights you need. jus' lemme enjoy my fuckin' meal." and with that, he dived right back in..♡

fyodor found the contrast between your body and his own adorable. he was tall, lanky and slim. you, on the otherhand, were plush, soft and just....so enticing to him. he loved each and every part of your body, of course but your thighs— god, your thighs. he'd love to just bury his face between them and stay there for hours. not that he'd ever admit it, though. his pride wouldn't allow it. that doesn't mean he wouldn't show his adoration for them in a...different way, of course.

he'd lay you down gently on your shared bed, kissing every part of your body from head to those delicious thighs of yours. and after he's finally done— he'd press them together before sliding his cock in between. what? why're you looking at him with those pitiful eyes of yours? what better way to showcase his love for your plush thighs than to fuck them, no? he'd shudder at the way the flushed head of his pretty cock would catch against your clit with every drag of his hips. he'd only laugh cruelly at your whining and begging for him to just put it in! oh well, he's not stopping anytime soon until he gets to cum all over your pussy and those pretty thighs of yours so..goodluck..♡

nikolai would just.. keep his hands on you all the damn time. i mean, how could he not? when you're practically asking him for it! that's why you decided to wear those tight stockings, didn't you? to show off your mouth-watering thighs to the world? he just couldn't keep his eyes off them the entire fucking day. the way the fabric clung and dug into the meat of your thighs and fuck. how could he not get rock hard?

and that's how you ended up seated on his pretty fuckin' face. eager tongue exploring your insides as guttural groans and growls left his parted lips. he was soaked— head getting squeezed by your thighs and he could almost cum from the feeling. his hands were also busy— occasionally slapping and pinching the soft fat on your thighs and snickering at your high pitched squeals. he'd also lift you a little by grabbing the back of your thighs just to look at you with those drunk-dazed eyes. and fuck, he was practically pussy drunk. he wasn't at fault though! it's all your fault for having such nice fucking thighs..♡

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

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[aryxchse]

Ary I know you're sick of me but like I literally love you and we're on the same wavelength so I have to tell you what my brain is cooking

Maybe NSFW headcanons with our sexy water boy🤭

If u need anymore ideas involving these headcanons just tell me girly I got you

(I think very unholy things about this man all the time so I always have ideas)

No pressure at all girly just wanna see ur take on this. Love you bestie🩵

percy jackson nsfw headcanons (aged up)

warnings ; a lot of nsfw stuff ig and reader is implied as female

a / n ; gurl what sickness shut up 🏃🏻‍♀️ literally love u, i dont write smut but im %100 ok w headcanons 🫶🏻 also hope u liked it bcs i didn't, and lmk if ya'll want a part 2

- we all know he's a sarcasm king so he'd be a little shit and tease you or act all cocky when you whine or want more of him

- and will make you speak up like "what was that princess? didn't hear you" such a bitch

- quickie 👏🏻 guy 👏🏻

- ever since he grew up and started to have at least a little more calm life, he dedicated his moments to you and believe me, he's 24/7 horny

- he could do anywhere he wants and the bad thing is you're okay w it because who can say no to him??

- he was so SO respectful on your first time but you gave him the power to be all cocky later

- he hates daddy, sir kink but will call you mommy or ma'am

- praise 👏🏻 guy 👏🏻

- praise him and boom cums right then and there

- also very pussy drunk and will ask you to eat you out with his puppy eyes

- likes to make inside jokes abt your sex life in front of the others but thank gods no one understands

- broke the headboard once because he's totally a headboard gripper

- boob guy

- will squish his face between them or his dick

- doesn't like toys because he's -like i said- cocky and thinks his own guy can do better than any of them (slay king)

- he's the type of guy who treats you like a princess normally but fucks you like you're his enemy in the bedroom

- he likes choking but as a way of holding you, he doesn't actually grip hard and make you go purple (even if you wanted to)

- will use his powers inside you to make you squirt or cum faster

- bites everywhere

- whimpers when you give head

- will moan louder to make you excited, also to make you know that you're doing amazing

- he's a total booktok guy in bed and he grins like a devil like mother taylor said

- he was kind of awkward in earlier of your relationship like when he was 16-17, but he's a total bastard in his 20-26's. because he's used to having you around now and he's all confident so yeah

- i ran out of ideas and i kinda cringed away from my own writing lmao 🏃🏻‍♀️

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson imagine #pjo show #pjo tv show

[nenchainzz]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞

Stepbrother!Yoichi Isagi x Stepsister!Fem!Reader

For @ilyluffy's Dark Content Collab

Thank you so much for allowing me to join!!

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: stepcest, dub!con, lowkey dom!isagi, nipple play, petnames (pretty girl, baby, and angel), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, praise kink, lowkey some body worship, mating press, begging, vaginal sex, p in v sex, claiming/marking kink, cumming inside, creampies, and aftercare

A/N: Ya'll, I would not blame you guys if you skipped the first half to the smut lmao

Ever since your mother married his father, Yoichi has never been able to keep his thoughts off you. Your cute voice, sweet demeanor, and beautiful face and body. He always agrees to run errands with you just to spend time with you—his sweet little stepsister. Yoichi knows his feelings are wrong, but he couldn’t care less. Yoichi is mostly fine with keeping his feelings hidden from you. But you do make it hard sometimes. The way you walk around with your little, short shorts or when you wear small tank tops. He sometimes feels like you’re teasing him on purpose.

Every night he can’t help but think about how he would treat you when he’d fuck you. You’d beg for his cock, and he’d be more than willing to give it to you. He’d be so kind and charitable to you. Treat you the way you deserve. Not like that crappy guy you’re with right now. His thoughts at night start somewhat innocent, but they constantly evolve into fucking you. Yoichi can’t help but fuck his fist at the thought of your mouth or pussy and how good you’d feel.

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You run into your bedroom with tears streaming from your eyes. You just broke up with your douchebag boyfriend. You wasted three months on him just for him to break up with you through a text. After some more sniffles as you sit on your bed, you hear a slight knock on your door. You tell whoever it is to come in. Yoichi closes the door gently when he sees how upset you are.

“Are you alright?” he asks, sitting with you on your bed.

“I-I’m okay,” you very obviously lie.

“What happened?” he asks. “Was it your—”

“He broke up with me,” you say. “Over a stupid text.” You sniff loudly at that last part. Your tears are still staining your cheeks.

“Fucking asshole,” Yoichi says under his breath.

“Huh?” you utter. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he denies his comment. “Do you need anything?” You chuckle.

“His ass on a platter,” you joke, even in your sad state. Yoichi gives a small laugh at your joke.

“Yeah, if only,” Yoichi agrees.

It’s silent for a bit as Yoichi tries to find a way to continue.

“He didn’t deserve you,” he says. “You were way too good for him.”

“Heh, thanks,” you say.

“You…should be with someone who treats you right,” he says.

“If only it’s that easy to find them,” you reply.

“I guess you’re right,” Yoichi agrees. He has no clue what he’s doing. “You know, anyone would be fortunate to have you.”

“Thanks,” you simply reply again, fully knowing he’s saying all this to make you feel better.

“Like they know what it means to be with someone as amazing as you,” he continues. “They’d know how smart, talented, and beautiful you are.” You give Yoichi a curious look. “Just as an example.” Yoichi doesn’t want his feelings to jeopardize anything or make you hate him. This whole thing is torture for him. He’d give anything to show you what he means. He’s starting to think knocking on your door was a mistake.

“Go on,” you request of him.

“Uh, ok,” he’s surprised you want him to continue. “You’re incredibly kind; your smile brightens the room; you’re hilarious; you’re incredibly empathetic; you’re just…perfect.”

“Perfect?” you almost laugh. However, Yoichi doesn’t get phased.

“Yeah, perfect,” he repeats. You look into his big blue eyes, and he’s serious with you. You look away from his gaze, embarrassed.

“Thank you, Yoichi,” you say. After collecting yourself, you look back at him again. “I’m lucky to have a stepbrother like you.” Yoichi didn’t say anything to that. How could he?

“Are you feeling better?” he asks.

“I am, thank you,” you say. You open your arms up to him as an invitation for a hug, which he gives, but it’s small. He keeps it short with you.

“I’m glad you’re better,” he says, seemingly about to leave.

“Hey,” you grab his arm. “Do you have any good single friends?” You’re mostly joking with your question but not really. He gives you a shocked look. “Never mind, I’m kidding.” The last thing Yoichi wanted was for you to date one of his friends. Could he be any more selfish?

“I mean,” Yoichi begins. His face goes red. Your eyebrows raise.

“Oh? So, you have someone in mind, then?” you ask.

“Well…” Yoichi covers half of his face with one of his hands.

“Who? Who?” you ask, somewhat curious and excited.

“I shouldn’t…” Yoichi says.

“I’m curious now,” you say.

“I just know someone who will think of you in the way you deserve,” he says. You’re even more interested.

“Wait,” you cut him off from continuing. “You’re the only person who has ever said any of those things about me.” Oh shit, he’s been found.

“Oh, uh,” he says sheepishly.

“Yoichi…” you mumble, connecting the dots. Before he can start his barrage of apologies, you cut him off. “You really feel that way?” He doesn’t know if he should confirm or deny your question, but his silence is deafening.

You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think of Yoichi that way despite him being your stepbrother.

“Yoichi…” you rub his strong arm with your thumb. “Can you show me how I should be treated?” You slightly shift from your position on your bed to open your legs up to him. Yoichi can’t help but look at your gorgeous legs.

“I’ve been wanting to show you for god knows how long,” Yoichi says.

“Wait, you should lock the door, my mom isn’t gonna be home till later, and your dad should still be at work, but it’s still a good precaution,” you tell him.

“Good call,” he says, running to your door to turn the lock. When he returns, he grabs your hips and practically throws the rest of your body on your bed. His eyes flash the hunger he’s been feeling forever. Even though he always gives the impression of polite meekness, this whole new side of him had you so very excited.

“Take off your clothes,” he says. You don’t waste any time stripping off your top and bra. Before you can take anything else off, Yoichi immediately attaches his mouth to yours. You eagerly kiss him back with your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingertips pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck. His small grunts reach your mouth, making you wetter by the second. His hands slide up your body to your breasts, where he lazily and hastily fondles them. You moan into his mouth when his fingers flick at your nipples. Yoichi moves his mouth to your neck and begins to kiss and suck.

“Mm, Yoichi,” you hum as his teeth graze your skin.

“Feels good?” he asks in between his kisses. He gives you a small playful bite while his hands squeeze your breasts.

“Ah! Yes,” you slightly jump from his actions and arch your back, making you closer to him. His mouth moves down to your chest as he helps you to lie down. His tongue traces your nipple as his eyes look up at you. God, his eyes are beautiful. He gives your nipples his tongue for some time before he’s satisfied with his work. Your breathing had grown heavy, and your panties were so wet.

“You’re already so hot and bothered after that,” Yoichi admires how you look before him. “I can’t wait to see how you look when you’ve cum a few times, pretty girl.”

His hands move down to your shorts and panties, but before he pulls them down, he looks back at you for confirmation. You nod your head, wanting him to continue. He takes both your shorts and panties off in one grab and gently slides the clothing off you. He strips off his own shirt, and you knew he was muscular, but seeing his muscles like this? God, it was hot.

“I can’t wait to see how you taste,” he says. Yoichi spreads your legs out more for himself and sees how truly wet you are just for him, all for him. He takes his index finger and traces your entrance coating his finger with your arousal. You shuffle to meet his touch but miss him altogether. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll cum. It’ll just be on my tongue first.” You look at him pleadingly, so he’ll just start already. It’s not very nice of him to tease you like this. He smirks at your nonverbal begging, loving every moment of it.

He slowly goes down to your pussy, and his tongue licks your clit, and your breath hitches from the feeling. He chuckles at your sensitivity.

“So cute,” he mumbles.

Yoichi brings his tongue to your entrance and pushes it in. You feel how warm his tongue is while he darts it in and out of you and swirls it against your walls. His nose bumps your clit with every movement, making you throw your head back.

“Ah! Yoi-Yoichi,” you moan out. You feel his smile grow as he hears how well he’s treating you. You grab the bed sheets under you and his black hair to pull him closer to you. You can feel his hot tongue flash quickly as he builds you to your orgasm. You move your hips in sync with him and feel yourself growing hotter by the second. God, he’s so good. His tongue moves faster, and you feel yourself coil. “K-Keep going,” you beg. Just as you requested, Yoichi doesn’t let up. You finally let go of your coil and gush around Yoichi’s tongue. Yoichi laps up everything you give eagerly. His licks cause you to shake under him. Yoichi raises his head to see the actual effect he had on you. You’ve never looked more beautiful to him.

“Well, look at you,” he coos. You cover your face with one of your hands out of embarrassment from his gaze. “Don’t hide your beautiful face.” He gently moves your hand away as he brings himself closer to you. He kisses you, and you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

As Yoichi kisses you, his fingers creep up between your thighs and into your pussy. You gasp into his mouth as you feel his fingers. His fingers slide in and out of you with gentle force. Yoichi doesn’t have to try hard, and you’re at his complete mercy. His kisses cannot distract you from his fingers easing in and out of you with his thumb rubbing your clit. He stops kissing you to look at your sweet reactions from his hold on you. His eyes focused on you and only you. Your pussy begins to make low squelching noises from your arousal and wetness. Yoichi seems to love every second of this and begins to thrust his fingers in further, hitting your spongy, soft spot within you.

“Ah! Right there!” you shout at him. Your eyes closed with your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids and your mouth hanging open. Yoichi uses his other hand to grab your chin and have you face his exact direction.

“Open your eyes, angel,” he commands. “I want to watch your face when you cum.” You reluctantly open your eyelids and try to make eye contact with him, but his fingers keep you from doing so. “I love seeing you fucked out like this.” You feel yourself clamp down on his fingers, and your back arches a bit as you feel your second orgasm approach. Your moans grow as he continues his fast pace with his fingers. Your coil unravels once again, and you cream all on his fingers. Yoichi smirks and keeps his eyes on you as he brings his creamed fingers to your lips. You open your mouth, and he delicately puts his fingers inside, and you swirl your tongue around, cleaning them. You taste your orgasm off his fingers, and it arouses you so much.

When you’re done, Yoichi carefully removes his fingers and admires how you look after two orgasms.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says. You become flustered by his compliment. “You think you’d look even more beautiful with my cock inside you?” You give him a surprised look at his comment. “I think you will.” He shoves himself off your bed and begins to remove his pants. It leaves you time to admire his muscular body and see how truly handsome he is. How is it only now you realize how hot he truly is? In the outline of his boxers, you can see just how hard he is. He notices your stare and slowly removes his boxers to show his cock, teasing you again. You reach over to him and try to get him to come back to you so he’d just fuck you already.

“Yoichiiii,” you emphasize. “Hurry up and come here.”

“You’re so cute when you’re desperate, pretty girl,” he compliments you again. He fully removes his boxers to reveal his hard cock with the pink tip smeared with precum. No doubt it must’ve been hard not handling his own arousal. He joins you back on your bed by placing himself between your legs. He grabs your thighs and pushes them up against your chest so he has full access to your needy pussy.

Yoichi lines himself at your entrance and slowly shoves himself in, wanting you to adjust to his length. You furrow your brows from the new feeling of his cock filling you up. It’s an amazing new feeling.

“You good?” Yoichi asks you, noticing your expression.

“Ye-Yes,” you puff out. “I just needed a second.” His constant concern for you is so sweet of him.

“You’re good now, though?” he asks. You nod, taking your thighs yourself and hugging them towards you.

“Please fuck me, Yoichi,” you beg, giving him your big doe eyes he’s come to love.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you, baby.” He moves his hips, and you moan from his cock, brushing against the spongy spot inside you. Yoichi moves with quick precision, making up for the lost time he couldn’t fuck your brains out. As you both hold your legs up, Yoichi can’t help but look at his cock ramming inside you. Your orgasm fluid smearing his cock, allowing him to go fast. He imagines how amazing your pussy will look mixed with his cum as well. His grunts grow as he really starts to fucking love the idea of his cum in you. Truly marking you as his.

“Mm, Yoichi,” you moan. Yoichi looks back at you again and loves how your hair sticks to your forehead and how your tits bounce as he fucks into you.

“You feel so, fuck, good, baby,” Yoichi grunts out. He’s sure he wants to be inside you forever. He can feel his cock begin to twitch within you, meaning he’s going to cum soon. Yoichi doesn’t stop thrusting into you as he rides out his orgasm. You feel his hot cum thrust into you. Yoichi fucks his cum into you, so none of it leaves your pussy.

After he’s satisfied fucking his hot cum into you, he pulls his still hard cock out of you to admire your mixed juices within you. He uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart and watch as the fluids seep out of you. Yoichi is so focused on how his cum looks mixed together with yours that your desperate cries have not been heard.

“Yoichi,” you snap him away from his thoughts, and he looks back at you. He's already way ahead of you without you having to say what you want.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you and cum in you again,” he promises. “Just didn’t want the first load to go to waste, angel.” He gives his cock a few pumps before sliding back inside you. He groans as his inches explore your pussy. Yoichi moves his hips much quicker than before, knocking you back against your bedsheets. The headboard no doubt banged against the wall as well. Not that you cared in any way. Yoichi grabs your legs, which are still held by you somewhat, and really begins to push them to your chest. Yoichi really wanted to make sure your sweet pussy is on full display for him.

You slur curses and moans as Yoichi abuses your overstimulated pussy. He loves the effect he has on you. That his mouth, fingers, and cock has this effect on you.

“Touch yourself,” he says.

“But I’ll—ah! —cum,” you tell him.

“Good,” he says. “I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”

You follow his command and bring your shaky fingers to your clit and begin circling it.

“Yeah, shit, just like that,” Yoichi spurs, and you rub faster. Yoichi doesn’t let up his own thrusts as he begins to fuck your spongy spot. You already feel your orgasm build, and you can’t help the loud moans that escape your lips. You hear Yoichi’s praises between your moans. How he tells you how beautiful you are, how sweet you are, how good your pussy feels.

You scream for Yoichi as your third orgasm crashes through you. The fluid spurts on Yoichi’s cock even more than your previous orgasms. Yoichi watches as every part of you cums, and he’s in complete of you.

“God, you’re so perfect,” Yoichi says, watching you come down from your high. Yoichi doesn’t want to overwork you, so he begins to pull out his cock from within you.

“Yoi-Yoichi,” you huff, returning his attention to your face. “Cum inside me again.” He’s surprised by your request but is not about to say no. Yoichi thrusts back into you with vigor, eager to cum in your abused pussy again. His excitement throws him over the edge, and his cock begins to pulse within you. He rams into you, chasing his high, wanting to fulfill your request. You hear him whine as he ruts into you.

“Fuck,” he whines. “I’m gonna cum.” He goes faster into you and cums inside you once again. His cum shoots into you much more than before; its warmth feels you completely, and you love how it feels. You and Yoichi collect yourselves and breathe briefly before he pulls out of you. When he does, he also gets up from your bed, and you give him a confused look as to why he got up.

“Lemme go get a towel to clean us up with,” he says and goes to the washroom to get a damp towel. Yoichi returns quickly and begins to clean you up, making you whimper from the feeling of him touching your pussy again. “Are you ok? I didn’t go too far, did I?” You give Yoichi a soft smile; he’s so loving and respectful.

“No,” you say. “It was amazing, Yoichi.” Now he’s the one to give you a soft smile.

“I’m glad,” Yoichi says.

“Will you lay with me for a while when you’re done?” you ask.

“Baby, I’ll stay with you forever,” he promises.

 ☆－★－☆－★＋☆－★－☆－★＋☆－★－☆－★

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[beels-burger-babe]

Late Night Talks

*I was going through my drafts and found this. Apparently I wrote it at 3 a.m. because my brain wouldn't be quiet. I decided to finish it off, since the original draft ended in a key smash mid sentence when I passed out 😅 Enjoy while I work away on a new fic for ya'll! This is mostly just crack. -B.*

"Belphie?"

"Hmm?"

The two of you laid on your backs, staring up at the attic ceiling. It had been a while since either of you came up, but now ...

"Use your powers on me. Knock me out."

Belphie snorted and raised an eyebrow at you. "I don't need magic to knock a crumby human like yourself out. Besides, it takes effort."

You huffed, wiggling on the stiff matress. "But your bed freaking sucks and I can't sleep."

An offended gasp instantly came from the space beside you. "Don't insult Anthony,"

"You name your bed? What-"

"Anthony is a marvelous bed. I, of all beings, would know."

You clicked your tongue. "Nope. If anything you're the worst person to ask about bed comfort. You can sleep on a cement block! How can I expect you to choose a mattress?"

He hummed, and with the telling sound of shuffling blankets, shifted onto his side to face you. "Just because I can sleep anywhere I want, doesn't mean that I don't know how to value comfort. Here. Try this." That was the only warning you got before his cow-print pillow was thrown into your face. You groaned and arranged it under your head before pausing. It was, undoubtedly, the softest pillow you had ever slept on.

Belphie smirked from beside you. " Amazing right? It's made from celestial swan down clusters and feathers. I had it smuggled in shortly after the fall."

You hummed, barely acknowledging the demon as you closed your eyes. "It's like being on a cloud."

"Hence," Belphie said smugly, "why I can sleep anywhere. Not because I can sleep on cement," you yelped as he suddenly ripped the pillow out from beneath you and claimed it as his own once more. "Now shut up and go to sleep."

"Belphie!" You whined. "That's no fair! You can't just show me the heavenly existence of your pillow and then strip me from it! Please! Let me use it for just one night!"

"Nope. It's my pillow. I'm using it."

You groaned loudly as you flopped back onto your own flat, worn pillow. "So mean," you muttered in the dark.

The room would've been silent after that, if it wasn't for you tossing and turning, attempting to find someway to make this lumpy bed and ancient pillow comfortable. The blankets rustled and the bed creaked with every movement you made.

Belphegor finally broke, "Fuck. Just come here," he tsked before reaching out and grabbing your waist. Before you could even shout in complaint, you were tugged tightly against his chest, head planted on his beautiful, beautiful pillow right next to his. "Now," he whispered against your ear. "Go. To. Bed. And stop fucking around."

You didn't have to be told twice! The warmth of his arms and the comfort that the pillow provided was more than enough to lure your mind into the depths of unconsciousness.

Belphegor watched as your breathing evened out and you finally fell asleep. He rolled his eyes, nuzzling ever-so-slightly closer to you, and purposefully ignored the heat dusting across his cheeks and nose as he drifted into sleep.

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[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by the wonderful @prince-buck-diaz and @jesuisici33

Another tag day means another snippet of NFL Buck for ya'll. This fic has no end in sight yet, but good news, it is being consistently worked on! So hope this tides you all over.

“Nothing is ever going to be more awkward than our first date, even though you didn’t call it a date until after you kissed me that night.” Eddie reminded. Buck smirked, “I am still surprised that I was able to accomplish that. Considering you were subconsciously trying to sabotage the entire evening the moment you walked in.” Eddie scoffed, “I was not!” “Dude-“ “Don’t call me dude.  You don’t call the man you frequently make tender love to, dude.” Eddie reprimands. Evan rolls his eyes, “There was nothing tender with the way I fucked you up against the dresser yesterday morning.” Eddie smacks his arm in retaliation, earning a devilish grin that quickly softened, “You’re right. But I’m right about the sabotage. You walk in and without a single greeting blurt out you’re not gay, snap at me about not being gay, argue my own sexual orientation, and then instead of telling me your favorite color or where you were born as facts about you, you tell me you have a wife and kid.  Then got upset with me when I got upset.” “And then I cleared everything up! And apologized!” Eddie defended. “You kept bringing up Christopher, and his CP and all his appointments and the time you didn’t have because of your extra shifts to pay for everything.  Even after I told you I love kids, that his CP would never make me think lesser of him, and even tried to find common ground with the whole busy schedule thing.” Buck recalls. Eddie huffed in mock outrage because yea, their first date was very awkward because of all that and more, but it wasn’t until much later he could admit he was trying to sabotage the evening. Hell, it wasn’t the only time he did it either. Eddie mentally dragged his feet for several dates before Buck called him out on it and broke up with him.  The breakup lasted for less than 24 hours. In that time span, Eddie had a break down on Tommy’s back porch, argued about therapy, set up an appointment with the VA and even researched therapists that could help with the whole repression thing.  On hour 22 of their breakup, it was Eddie who invited Buck to Red’s Door, along with an extra special guest. Introducing Christopher was his way of telling Evan that he was committing himself not only to being with the quarterback, but also to bettering himself, for himself. Not just Christopher or for Buck. For him. And here is he today.  Lying in bed with his shirtless boyfriend of almost 10 years, openly admitting to his coworkers he is gay and laughing about the whole ordeal with said boyfriend.  No panic in sight.  Just warmth, and love, and jovial delight. Just like that evening all those years ago with Buck’s bright demeanor at just seeing Eddie, he wanted to chase those feelings and again he did. This time he followed it all the way into a soft kiss that had them melting into each other. Eddie pulled just an inch away and murmured, “Let me make it up to you?” Buck smiles, “Nothing to make up for.” He gives Eddie a quick peck, “But making tender love with you dude is something I will never turn down.” Eddie narrowly avoided another awkward conversation his next shift, just barely getting his t-shirt over his head before Chimney walked in, and hiding all the evidence from his ‘tender love making’ with Buck.

Hope all you dudes enjoyed!😉

Tagging (no pressure!): @thewolvesof1998, @transbuck, @alyxmastershipper @wikiangela, @911onabc, @911-on-abc, @forthewolves @hippolotamus @lizzybizzyzzz @thekristen999 @bekkachaos @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @cowboy-buddie @ebdaydreamer @monsterrae1

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[xxavengingangelxx]

Somewhere Only We Know 4/?

Part 4, loves!

Triggers: Flashbacks/nightmares about torture, mentions of self-harm, mentions of suicide, mentions of possibly abusing a pregnant woman (neither party knew yet), mindfuckery Graves playing mind games, possessive behavior. Let me know if I forgot any!

Taglist! @unicorngirly1 (thanks for the ideas, love!), @sharksausages, @bellgraves, @josieguts, @lily-lily131313, @shepgurl - if you want in, let me know :)

A/N: This is entirely new territory for me! Lots of ups and downs in this one. Let me know what ya'll think! These chapters are getting harder to write, I'm not sure why! It might be because of my overwhelming work schedule and exhaustion. But I love this fic :)

Val experiences ups and downs in her first few days back with Shadow Company. Graves increases security but Val still feels vulnerably, especially when she finds out she's still expected to be in the field to help put an end to Makarov, a man she is terrified of.

-

You woke up to someone with their hands on your arms. You forgot you were back with Graves and lashed out. Or you tried to. He subdued you easily.

“It’s me, Val,” he said quietly.

You sat up. He was dressed. You weren’t. The scratches on your arms were worse than you thought.

“Why’d you do that to yourself?”

“It was a lot. It just brought back bad memories,” you responded. You were getting teary-eyed. Again. Fuck these hormones. “Shit, they drugged me, restrained me. They had me in cuffs and were about to lock me up—”

He hadn’t seen you cry in months. The last time Graves had seen you cry was when you were being tortured for information. You covered your face, trying to keep from sobbing.

So Graves, surprisingly, just held you until your tears stopped. Bandages were placed on the worst scrapes.

Graves had done that before. He’d patched you up plenty of times after his men were finished ripping you to pieces while interrogating you. Your schooling background told you he had done that to get you to associate him with comfort and to make it more likely that you open up to him (and you did; you eventually broke under all that torture and gave Graves exactly what he wanted).

But one thing Graves had not done before, ever, was hold you. Sure, you’d both laid around in bed after having sex but that was a far cry from Graves holding you for comfort.

“Shepherd hadn’t made me aware it had gone that far,” Graves’s voice was calm, weirdly soothing. “Wait,” Graves gently pushed you out of his arms and those deep blue eyes met your darker, red-rimmed ones.

“So they were about to lock you up, and you were steps away from being put in a cell,” Graves stated.

“Yessir?”

“You can knock off the sir unless we’re roleplayin’, darlin,” Graves smirked. His tone then turned serious. “Why didn’t you break? You would’ve gotten way better treatment if you’d just talked, told ‘em everything about me, Shadow Company, everything.” Graves paused before adding, “About everything we did to you.”

“I couldn’t. You were just following orders.” you said simply. “It’s—I’m—I’m—I don’t know how to explain it. I’m weirdly attached to you. And I’m convinced it’s just gonna stay that way forever. You’re never gonna let me get away are you?” You stopped before adding, “Be honest,”

“Hell no,” Graves answered immediately. “I wasn’t gonna let you go before but now that you’ve got my kid? Never.”

“And what would you have done to me if I’d talked?”

Graves didn’t answer.

“Or maybe not you but your men.”

“Tread carefully, Val,” Graves warned darkly.

That tone, that look, let you know that if you pushed enough buttons in the right order on the wrong day, Graves wouldn’t hesitate to at least smack you.

“I’m scared of you, Graves,” you finally admitted. “And while they’ve saved my life several times in the field, I’m terrified of your men.”

And the next question slipped from your mouth before you had a chance to stop it. “Would you have had them hurt me knowing I’m pregnant? If I’d talked at that hospital?”

The look in Graves’s eyes said it all. It took every ounce of strength in his body not to at least shove you. But he restrained himself. You saw an inner battle in that blue gaze, kind of like a bright, blue-sky summer day being interrupted by storm clouds but with the storm not quite gaining enough strength.

“Phil,” his voice was much softer than expected. And the look on his face was one you’d never seen before. Concern? Regret? Shame? Alarm? “I need an honest answer to the next question I’m going to ask you,” his voice gained an edge but it was no longer near as intimidating as it had been a minute ago when he’d warned you to tread carefully, Val.

“We’ve been—together so to speak since—”

“You mean we’ve been fucking since the first night we met when 141 introduced me to you, yes,” you added shamelessly. Only you had expected that relationship to be a meaningless friends with benefits stress release on the battlefield. You two were the only Southern Americans on the blended unit and so you connected and you started fucking. Harmless, right? Now look where you were. You wondered just when Graves became obsessed with you.

Graves didn’t take comfort in your attempt at humor and again, you hadn’t smiled in over 3 months now so neither did you. You wanted to get to the bottom of what he was asking because you hated him questioning you about anything. It tended to bring back bad memories.

“Did I have you tortured while you were pregnant?” Graves asked. “How far along are you?”

And a tiny part of yourself wanted to make Graves to feel like shit for doing what he did to you. What had done to you had been war crimes. But the brainwashed part of yourself overwhelmed that rational part of your brain.

“I don’t know,” you responded. Besides, you were terrified of what he would do or what he would order his men to do to you if he found out you lied and said that yes you are 100 percent sure you had been pregnant when he’d had you tortured. “I’m between 2 and 3 months.”

“Holy shit,” Graves counted on shaky fingers. And then his gaze met yours when he made the connections in his brain. It was entirely possible that you were ether pregnant or became pregnant shortly after he’d had you tortured. “But that’s an estimate,”

“Yessir. Most likely between 2 and 3 months. I just didn’t show cuz…all the gear and the required exercise routine and I’m on the smaller side.”

“So there’s a possibility I—”

“I don’t think you tortured me while I was pregnant,” but were you really a hundred percent sure of that? The hospital had told you in clear words: “How far along you are right now is an estimate. You could be further along. The detention facility you’re going to is going to have to call in an OB to get your history and run other tests. We’re just not too confident in how far along you are other than to say you’re about 2-3 months.” Hell, you’d wondered back then if Graves had indeed had you tortured while you were pregnant.

But here you were again trying to protect him.

-

Graves had stepped out a while ago.

You were exhausted and your head pounded. You were again feeling sick and seriously fuck these hormones because you were teary-eyed again.

You cried yourself to sleep.

-

You dreamt of your initial captivity with Graves. When he was still having you tortured. Only at that point he had started introducing hypnotic and mind altering drugs to try and get you to break.

You were strapped down after you’d freaked out and pulled that IV out of your arm in a second attempt to take your life. You’d been beaten, tortured, sleep deprived, and now you were being drugged. A nurse practitioner and combat medic, Shadow 10-4, had been put in charge of balancing your medical needs and trying to get answers out of you using drugs.

Everything kept going from muffled to painfully sharp and loud. You were drifting in and out of consciousness although you probably looked unconscious to Graves who was standing in the room having a conversation with none other than his superior, Shepherd.

“She’s not gonna break, General,” Graves’s voice went to sounding far away to sounding like he was shouting in your face. He sat next to you. Right next to you and his weight, his scent, his presence made you want to get the hell away from him but you were restrained and you were getting more and more intoxicated off of whatever the hell they were pumping into your veins.

You tried to focus on the oxygen catheter pumping oxygen into your nose rather than Graves’s voice because Graves’s voice was nightmare fuel right now. He was the one commanding his men and telling them what to do when they ripped you apart looking for the codes to those homing beacons.

Your drugged out mind reminded you that there was a 10-year age gap between Graves and you. He was about 10 years older than you. The volume on his phone was set to be just loud enough to where you could hear it. So when he sat next to you to talk to his superior, your suddenly ultra sensitive ears picked up on what Shepherd was saying.

Or were you hallucinating?

“Keep the prisoner focused on their own self-preservation and eventually they will break.”

“General, we’ve broken men in hours and we’ve had her for days. She won’t break.” Graves paused before adding, “Let’s stop.”

“Now you’re outta your damn mind,” you heard Shepherd snap. “Stop letting your feelings for this brat cloud your judgement. She’s listed in your paperwork as an enemy combatant, is she not?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir, she is,” Graves conceded.

“Treat ‘er like one,” Shepherd ordered. “You haven’t done any of it yourself have you? Tortured her.”

“I give the order—”

“Not what I’m askin, soldier,”

“I can’t sir. I cannot.”

“Are you limiting your men in what they can do?” Shepherd sighed.

Graves didn’t answer.

“If she doesn’t break in the next day, I’m gonna come in and break her myself,”

-

You awoke with a start. When it came to these dreams, you weren’t sure if they were complete fabrications of your imagination or whether they were partially true or if they were something else entirely. Had Graves really wanted to stop trying to break you?

Now that you were back with Graves you reached towards the nightstand, looking for something. Graves’s men had shared with you a bad habit: vaping.

And when you found yourself getting emotionally overwhelmed, you found yourself doing two things: vaping and blasting music. But you didn’t have your headphones. For some reason, you hadn’t gotten those back from when you’d been detained. 141, the police, and the military had thought they might be wired as explosives.

You quickly learned that you didn’t have your vape either. If you knew Graves well, and you felt like you did, it was just one of the many minute details of your life that now Graves would ensure to have complete control over.

-

You were still trying to get used to Graves holding you just because he wanted to it seemed. It caused anxiety still because when he’d held you all those months ago it was to restrain you or hurt you. Even now you shook just slightly in his arms. Whether that was from fear, nicotine withdrawals, hormones, all of the above, or something else you did not know.

He still scared you and couldn’t he tell you were uncomfortable? It wasn’t like Graves to care. It seemed that your relationship would continue to be toxic, just in an entirely different way. Instead of being physically abusive, he was going to be physically and mentally overbearing. He would control every aspect of your existence and whenever that poor kid was born? Graves would control their existence, too.

“Why you hummin’, darlin’?” his voice made you jump. “Get your headphones and listen to something.”

“They didn’t give ‘em back to me when they handed me over to Shepherd,” you responded.

“That’s just fuckin’ cruel,” Graves commented. “No wonder you agreed to come back to me. Consider them replaced.”

“I can’t vape, can I?”

“No ma’am,” he drawled. “Took that shit before you even got back. That was a bad habit my boys taught ya.” He paused before adding, “I still wanna know why you didn’t talk. They were about to lock you up.”

“I wasn’t gonna betray the father of my child,” You said.

And just like that, Graves’s mood switched. “Shepherd was right,” he smirked. “You’d make great wife material.”

There was that word again: wife.

-

“I’ve got my boys staying here watching you,” Graves’s voice drew you out of a light slumber. Your eyes stung and you were nauseous. Graves’s kid hadn’t even been born yet and he was already giving you a hard time. “Plus I’ve got something for added security.”

And while you still did not completely feel safe around Graves’s men, they had saved your ass more than once in the field. You were too tired, too exhausted to talk. And you were scared that if you opened your mouth that you’d be sick.

One of the last things you heard was Graves telling one of his men just outside the door asking about you that you should be okay. Graves told him to just give you some space until he got back. That you felt warm and didn’t seem like you were feeling well.

The only thing you hoped for was that Graves would hold off on telling Shadow Company about the pending addition because while you somewhat trusted them to keep you safe, there was no fucking way in hell you’d trust any of those men with your child. Those men had beaten and tortured you for days on end.

Those were your last thoughts before you passed out from exhaustion.

-

The door squeaked open. It didn’t open much but someone or something slipped in. The bed dipped and you felt something wet on your face.

“Graves, c’mon man,”

Was he licking your face?!

“That’s Riley,”

You jumped up, covering yourself with the sheets. There was a large German Shepherd next to you, licking your face.

“Riley?” You remembered that 141 or it’s allies had a dog named Riley once.

Was it the same dog?

“It’s not the same dog,” Graves clarified. “I just named it the same just to fuck with ‘em,” he smirked.

You felt a twinge in your chest when you heard Graves said he still liked messing with 141.

“We’re not gonna get along,” Graves read your mind. “They took you from me and I don’t play that shit, sweetheart,”

“He’s mine?” Riley sniffed at your still-damp hair and it made you—

“All yours and you need to—” Graves looked at you and he paused, stop talking.

It took a moment to get Riley away.

“Now that’s somethin’ I’d pay to see more often,” Graves smiled genuinely.

You were confused. “What?”

“That smile,” Graves pointed out. “I haven’t seen that in 3 months.”

-

“It’s just air support,” Graves explained. “We have a lead on Makarov and chemical weapons he’s been stockpiling.”

And while you’d been playing with Riley on the floor of the conference room, smiling when he licked your face, Graves got your attention by calling your name.

“That’s where you and Riley come in,” Graves added.

Wait…Graves was expecting you to have boots on the ground when Makarov was involved?

“He’s not primarily an attack dog but will attack if you’re in danger. He’s mainly a bomb sniffing dog.”

After that, Riley wandered away thanks to Shadows offering treats and so he made his way around the table before returning to you and plopping down heavily in your lap. You turned the rest of the briefing out because even though you’d thought Graves was going to be removing you from the field entirely given your condition, he was basically putting you within Makarov’s reach.

And so you promised yourself that if Makarov captured you, you’d take yourself out, pregnant or not. There was no way you could repeat the whole capture, torture, breaking process. No way.

But you were convinced you knew Graves well, and you told yourself that since 141 got their hands on you and he almost lost you, he wasn’t willing to leave you behind anywhere. He was going to continue dragging you and your child all over the world if needed as long as he had you within arm’s reach.

Graves thought you were his property. And you were wondering if he would see his child as his property, as another way to control you.

You told yourself he would.

“You look nervous, darlin’” Graves smiled at you when you were the only two left in that large conference room. “I know just the thing to calm you down,” he winked suggestively.

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[cliickermiller]

I love you 3/4 - Ellie x Reader, Dad! Joel x daughter! reader

Summary: After you're caught sharing a slight kiss you're forced to come out to your father, then four months later you're having to deal with almost losing Ellie not once but twice, and realizing after your trip across the US and back you've both grown a soft spot for the redhaired teen.

Warnings: Death, murder, details of a panic attack, the events in this story start the dreadful events in TLOU part 2 0.0

Your senses were on hyper drive, Ellie sat in front of you, her hand still wrapped around yours, she was still trying to catch her breath from your previous activities and her lips were taking on a slightly darker red shade. The old carpet was digging into your knees and you could the smell the mustiness of the house, you could also pick up the slight scent of your father, his uneven breathing and Ellie's pants, you could feel their eyes on you, waiting for your reaction. You were frozen though, you could feel your eyes welling up with tears but you weren't sure why. "Girls" Joel stuttered looking at you two "uh..." He mumbled, he wasn't sure what to say, We're you two about to..No he didn't want to even think about that. "Dad" You said standing up slowly, your heart was pounding, you could hear it. "We..-" He cut you off by holding his hand up "I..-" You huffed "I really like Ellie okay?" You interrupted "A-and I never got to find out about how you feel about this stuff before all of this bullshit happened but right now I don't care. I went almost four years without you..I'm sure I can do it again. Especially if I have Ellie" You stated confidently watching his face and body language, he smiled at you a bit chuckling "You coulda just said you were gay? Sweetheart, I've lost alot and I'm not gonna let something like you liking a girl make me lose you too. You're my kid and I love you no matter what stupid shit you pull, but this...sweetheart..you're just showin your love, you've been a loving person since you were a baby, constantly giving your sister and I kisses and hugs any chance you got. I'm not shocked" He said, the smile never falling from his face, so maybe it was silly to be scared that he was gonna leave you alone, in a world full of clickers, runners etc you started to realize, there were bigger problems than caring about if somebody was okay with your love choices. "Just...behave yourselves..you two still are technically kids" He said ruffling your hair "I started a fire, in the fireplace up here if ya'll get too cold in here" He offered before leaving back into the room you and Ellie originally put him in.

Whenever you locked eyes with Ellie you both immediately broke out in loud giggles, slowly sitting back down in your spot you let out another string of giggles "That was terrifying" You laughed looking at the redhaired girl who was watching you with a smile "I totally thought you two were gonna like...mortal kombat fight in the hallway" She giggled before hugging you tightly "I really like you too, Y/n.." She whispered squeezing you in the hug before pulling away shivering "Okay maybe we should take him up on the offer" She laughed seeing her breath from how chilly the room was.

You felt like a kid again, peeking open the bedroom door, sneaking into the dark room to head towards the fireplace, the room was significantly warmer than the previous room you two were in, you could hear your dad's snores from a little bit aways on the bed, he needed the rest, but at least he was up and moving now and not bedridden still. You and Ellie both sat in front of the fireplace leaning against each other for extra warmth, you pulled the throw blanket that was tossed on the floor in a swept area, (most likely something your dad did before he laid down and went back to sleep.) over you and Ellie as you both slowly laid down, ready to get a move on and get out of this fucking town.

"The next morning was like the others, you woke up with Ellie's arm wrapped around you holding onto you tightly, and your dad was perched in the window watching out for infected or living. Slowly moving Ellie's arm you carefully got up going towards your dad resting a hand on his shoulder "Morning.." You whispered rubbing your eyes, exhausted, You felt you barely slept at all but knew you needed to get going to take advantage of the sunlight. "How'd you sleep?" He asked not taking his eyes off the window, something in the distance drove him to want to watch, it was probably just another clicker but he wanted to make sure. "The next morning was like the others, you woke up with Ellie's arm wrapped around you holding onto you tightly, and your dad was perched in the window watching out for infected or living. Slowly moving Ellie's arm you carefully got up going towards your dad resting a hand on his shoulder "Morning.." You whispered rubbing your eyes, exhausted, You felt you barely slept at all but knew you needed to get going to take advantage of the sunlight. "How'd you sleep?" He asked not taking his eyes off the window, something in the distance drove him to want to watch, it was probably just another clicker but he wanted to make sure. "Eh...Still tired..but I slept" You muttered leaning against your dad's shoulder gently "How're you feeling? How's your stomach?" You asked carefully looking towards him "M fine, sweetheart, you and her did a good job of makin sure I'd be fine" He muttered softly, You nodded kissing his forehead before going to wake up Ellie. You carefully kneeled next to her rubbing your hand up and down her arm "El, Come on, we gotta get moving while there's still daylight" You whispered softly watching her groan as she stretched and rolled over, slowly taking in her surroundings before getting up. "Morning" She mumbled starting to put her shoes back on, you did the same listening to Ellie and Joel talk.

Two Months Later

This was going badly, you were so so close to the lab and yet now you were fucked, your dad was hanging on for dearlife while Ellie jumped down onto the bus door to help him out of the water, You were stuck on the other end, not able to reach the bus without the risk of falling in the freezing cold water..that was probably infested with clickers ready to eat you. "Joel!" Ellie screamed as the door jerked down from the weight and rusty hinges "Ellie! be careful damnit! Get off the door!" You yelled nervously, your hands shaking horribly, this was it this is how you all die, A fucking bus. "Ellie! Damnit! Grab my hand before you fall! Ellie! Grab my Hand!-" "ELLIE!" You screamed as you watched her fall through the doors and under the water, your dad disappeared on the other side of the water leaving you alone. You huffed backing up whimpering loudly "please don't be clickers" You whispered before sprinting towards the gap between you and the bus, jumping at the last minute landing through the windshield. You looked into the water seeing your dad struggling on a broken rail guard, diving under you tried to stay calm, you helped him tug on the bar for a minute before he shook his head and pointed to an opening, You huffed shaking your head persistent on helping him out before he started to yell something under water "Ellie!" You finally caught on before letting go and swimming towards the opening as fast as you could, how the fuck could you forget Ellie couldn't swim? You see her body floating in a clearing, she wasn't moving which sent you into a rush to grab her body and pull her out, as you attempted to push her body onto the broken road that lead out of the tunnel you saw Joel jump down from a ledge and quickly rush to help you start doing CPR "Dad! Please! Please you can't let her die! Save her!" You screamed before jumping to the side grabbing the gun from the back of your dad's belt aiming it at the group of fireflies approaching "Drop your weapon! get on your knees!" They shouted, you quickly shook your head "He needs to save her please!" You yelled keeping the gun trained on them, as you glanced back at Joel you felt the butt of a gun being slammed into your head knocking you unconscious on the ground.

It was dark, quiet, Your heart was racing and you needed to know if Ellie was okay. Your dad was gone, the room was tense, you didn't know where the fuck you were, one moment you're begging your dad to save Ellie and bring her back from drowning, the next your waking up in a dark tense room with no sound? You felt the walls, desperate to find a way out, that's whenever you feel a doorknob and doorframe. You pushed as hard as you could but you realized somebody had trapped you, your breathing started to pick up and your head started to feel fuzzy. "Dad! Dad!" You screamed loudly starting to feel the walls close in around you, you could hear gunfire and yelling which got your anxiety higher, that's when you heard it. Joel. "Y/n!? Ellie!?" His voice roared through the walls of wherever you were "Dad! Daddy! I'm here! Help me please!" You cried, you felt like you were about to die, you hated you couldn't see or really hear anything, you hated you couldn't see if you were in danger or not. You heard a couple more gunshots before your dad's voice again "Y/n!? Is Ellie in there too!?" He yelled, you could hear him moving whatever heavy metal that was blocking the door "No? No dad where is she?" You whimpered starting to panic more, as soon as the door opened your eyes burned by the sunlight, you immediately threw yourself at him though hugging him tightly "I was so fucking scared" You whimpered trying to calm your breathing fully "I'm right here, baby girl, I've got you, but we've gotta go find Ellie, she's in bad bad trouble" He said helping you on your feet before leading you down the hall, stopping at one of the dead firefly soldiers to hand you one of their guns, taking it you turned around keeping an eye on your dad's six while he did the same for you walking towards the operating room. "What's going on dad?" You whispered staying ducked behind an old receptionist desk "They're makin a cure but it involves taking Ellie's brain..She wasn't meant to make it out of the lab, only meant to make it to." He said, his tone dripping with venom, If your sister or hell even Ellie was here they'd probably point out that you and Joel almost looked identical currently, the same angry vengeful glare, the both of you knew what you wanted, Ellie, and you both wanted her alive and okay. As you rushed through the halls you shot anything that moved, in your mind nothing deserved to live right now. Nothing.

As you and your dad busted through the doors of the operating room all of the nurses and surgeons stopped watching you closely. The doctor quickly stopped your dad from grabbing Ellie, which in return resulted in you aiming a gun and firing, watching the doctor fall dead, you rushed in front of Joel heading towards the car garage hoping to find a way out. You kept a quick pace, holding your gun ready to shoot anybody that tried to stop you or get to the last two people you had left. You motioned your dad down the stairs and into the garage right as you were stopped by Marlene. "Y/n?.." She asked in shock "I expected Joel..but you..killing your own people. The people who saved you? That girls life could save thousands of others" She said sternly stepping closer "That girl, is my fucking girlfriend, bitch" You snapped shooting her twice in the stomach watching her gasp out in pain and fall "P-Please y/n...you can still save us, save the world" She begged "Please just let me live" She cried reaching for you "No. You or You'll people will just come after her..and she's too special to be around jackasses like you" You spat shooting her in the head before emptying your clip into her head, Joel quickly grabbed your shoulder pulling you away from Marlene's dead body, helping you into the car before driving off. He didn't say anything, just watched you through the rear view as you spoke to Ellie. "I'm sorry...I know you wanted to save the world...But...I love you and I can't stay in a world like this without you and then at that point why would we even repair the world anyways?..." You whimpered brushing her hair out of her face, the way the sun shined through the window made Ellie look like an angel, she was absolutely beautiful. "I-I'm sorry I wasn't there soon enough..I kinda realized after killing the...fifth or sixth...guy I loved you..That I was willing to murder a whole fuck ton of people just to hear your stupid ass dad jokes again" You chuckled tearfully before looking away trying to hold back a sob, you almost lost Ellie and had to kill somebody you considered your savior. You jumped looking over whenever you felt your dad's hand cover yours that was holding Ellie's arm to keep it from hanging off the edge of the seat. His thumb caressed your hand and her arm slowly while he drove towards Jackson.

"I thought I lost you both..and I don't ever want to go through that again..We're gonna go stay in Jackson..with Uncle Tommy..someplace safe you and Ellie can grow and have a chance at a normal relationship" He said softly, his voice cracking "Realized pulling her out of the water..That girl is just as special as you..and your sister..and I would do anything to protect you both. I wanted you two to be happy" He whispered, you looked at him pouting "Daad, you're making me cry more" You whispered sadly "I love you...and I'm sorry for everytime I said I could do it without you..I missed you so much and I can't think of going without my dad or Ellie" You whispered sniffling softly "Nah..You could make it without me..just easier with me" He teased trying to change the mood before he started crying himself.

Whenever you got to Jackson you were awoken by the car door shutting, you sat up tiredly watching Joel hug Ellie tightly, kissing the top of her head the same way he did yours after he'd see you crying or hurt. Slowly getting out you stretched and walked over, stumbling a bit still feeling drowsy, Joel smiled a bit pulling away from his hug to nod towards you "I think she's gotta couple things to say to ya, sweetheart" He whispered, Ellie turned around walking over hugging you back confused as you wrapped your arms tightly around her "I love you Ellie.." You whispered looking at her nervously "I..I love you and I realized at the hospital" You repeated, you watched as she narrowed her eyes at you "Kinda feel like I was about to die and you guys just aren't telling me" Ellie joked "But, I love you too, I realized..whenever..You overcame your fear of swimming to save me" She smiled softly, you blushed looking down "Well..I knew if you fell in and got ate by swimming clickers I wanted to go out with you" You mumbled flustered, Ellie just laughed shaking her head "Clickers can't swim silly" She giggled loudly, holding your hand she pulled you along with her as she followed Joel the rest of the way to Jackson, the car now long out of gas.

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|| CHANGING PLANS 6 ||

I finally found the time (not currently working on requests, I tend to give them priority over this lol) and the will (I hate having unfinished projects so I'm focusing on at least finishing this) so here's chapter 6! Hope ya'll like it <3

Pairings: Bakugo x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing (#LetBakugoSayFuck)

CHAPTER 1

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Mina was gonna pay for that. Bakugo was now sitting on the edge of your bed. And you never thought this level of awkwardness could be achieved.

You could tell he was embarrassed by his current situation too, as he was occupying the smallest space he could possibly sit on without falling off, as far as he could from where you sat, fruit bowl between your crossed legs.

You didn't even know why he came into your room, it just felt natural after he brought you food to keep the door open as he got inside.

Hell, wasn't he one of your friends after all? Since when was letting your friend in your room embarrassing?

It's not like you were doing weird stuff or anything-

"Is the fruit shit?" Bakugo broke the silence. You snapped out of your thoughts, and looked at him.

"You aren't eating. Is the fruit that bad?"

"No, I just-" you made up something on the spot "I haven't got a spoon, or a fork, so it would be kinda hard to eat this."

"Dammit." He said under his breath. He got up. "I'm gonna get you one."

"No. I mean, it's fine. Also it's already pretty late, I could always eat it for breakfast or something. Thanks for bringing it, anyway." You smiled.

He walked towards the door. "What do you mean? It's fucking useless without a fork. Stop being all nice when I did nothing." It was a weird way to tell someone not to worry.

You got up too, and walked out of the door before he could close it. Truth was, you thought creeping around the corridors with Bakugo felt less stupid than just staying there waiting until your short-tempered personal waiter brought you what you needed. Or maybe he was just looking for an excuse to leave your room and never come back. One more reason to tail him.

"Huh?" 

"Can I come too?" You asked.

"It's a fucking fork, it's not like I need a rescue team to go to the kitchen you know?" he snarled, but he closed the door behind you while doing so. "Why are you bringing the bowl anyway?"

You held your bowl in an arm. "So at least if we meet someone I have an excuse to sneak I'm the kitchen at night."

"Whatever. Now stop talking."

"I prefer eating fruit salad with a spoon, not with a fork, by the way." You smirked, and even though the corridor was dark you were sure your Katsuki could feel that you were mocking him.

~

Why was every movement louder at night?

The floor creaked under Bakugo's feet, and then under yours too. He was still wondering why you couldn't just wait in your room. Dammit, why did he forget the fucking fork?

Spoon. The fucking spoon.

Downstairs he could still hear faint orchestral music. Somebody had lowered the volume, but the concert still went on. At least it covered the sound of yours and his steps down the stairs.

The kitchen tiles were far less loud to walk on if compared to the parquet. The problem, now, we're the drawers. 

"I'm opening it," you whispered. 

He nodded. Your hands were far more delicate than his, and far softer. A ray of light was shining in from outside a window, caressing your face. He stood silently by your side, gazing at you in that moment, that felt so mundane yet so intimate and-

He ducked behind the counter.

"What are you doing in the kitchen this late?" a voice asked, from the other side of the counter.

He hid just in time.

"Oh, hi Iida" you greeted the boy standing in the kitchen with you, and placed your elbow on the marble right above Bakugo's head. "I was just getting a snack, since I skipped dinner. What about you?" 

Bakugo had never seen you lie to someone with such confidence. Well, it wasn't a complete lie, but you looked so calm, while his first impulse was to hide. What the fuck!

"I'm getting a glass of water, I have to keep hydrated." Iida answered.

"Sure!" You said, getting a glass down from a cabinet before he could even take a step. You filled it with tap water, and slid it across the counter: "A tall glass of water for my favorite class prez."

Bakugo heard Iida chuckle. "Thanks, really. Still, you shouldn't eat that much fruit before going to bed. It contains a lot of sugar, so it's probably going to keep you awake for a while. Wanna join me? They are broadcasting a live concert."

"I think I'll skip this time," you said, "sorry if I leave you alone."

"I'm not totally alone, I mean," the boy went on, "Midoriya and Uraraka are there too, though they fell asleep. So did Jirou. I think Yayorozu might still be awake. The music is amazing, though."

God, couldn't he just leave and go listen to his damn concert if he liked it that much? 

"I'm pretty tired," you said, and yawned theatrically, "so I'm just eating this and going to bed. You can tell me more about it tomorrow, ok?"

"Yes! It's good to go to sleep early. Have a good night," said Iida, and placed the empty glass on the counter before heading back to the other room. Bakugo grunted.

"Did you really need to hold a conversation with him?" He raised an eyebrow at how, even though you were so composed a second before, you were now holding a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

"Stop it." He got up. "Got your spoon? I'm going back upstairs."

~

"Anyway, what's up with Raccoon eyes?" asked Bakugo. You were chewing on a mouthful of fruit, and hummed to ask him to elaborate.

"She threw us out like we tried to fucking rob her."

"I guess," you said, once your mouth was empty again, "she just wanted to dress up in peace. Or she was tired." You picked up another spoon of fruit. "I dunno."

Bakugo was now sat at your desk, and at least it looked a bit more comfortable than he was half an hour before. "Whatever. I don't like being treated like garbage."

"Well, do I look like I liked it?" you said.

"Hah, I'm sure you didn't." Bakugo started toying around with your pen, clicking it and spinning it in his right hand. "But you are the type that goes along with almost whatever happens to them. Right?" The pen fell from his hands, to the ground. "Fuck. Sorry."

"For the pen or for that insult?" You inquired, placing the spoon down on your bedside table.

"Huh? I didn't mean it like that." Bakugo kneeled to pick up the pen that had rolled away from him.

"You sure do put up with a lot of shit I'd simply walk away from. Not my business tho."

Bakugo's thoughts, for how bad they had been expressed, had a point. You thought reacting moderately to everything you went through was the best course of action, especially given that you were to become a hero. His critique could even be taken as a compliment, if phrased nicely. 

Coming from him, it wasn't supposed to mean much anyway. But it kinda hurt.

You opened the bottle of water and took a sip. He kept spinning your pen, though you heard it fall a couple of times, followed by Bakugo muttering swear words as he picked it up again.

"Were you really ok this morning?" you asked, after a long pause.

"You really shouldn't care about that"

"Well, what if I do?" 

Oh.

His crimson eyes locked into yours, like they had done not so many hours ago at the market. But he now looked surprised, surprised at your words and at how bluntly you had spoken them.

"I know, that sounded a bit stupid," you added hoping it made your last question less cheesy, "but you looked like you had seen a ghost and I honestly-"

"I just hate the fucking crowd, ok?" he snapped, slamming the pen on the desk. In less than a second, however, he had already regained his indifferent expression. He looked down, his hands now fidgeting with the corner of your notebook.

"Don't try to pity me. I hate it."

"Sorry, I didn't wanna pity you. I want to understand. That's all." 

You tried to smile at him, but he scoffed: "Sure, understanding me. What for?"

"I don't want to see you like that again." Oh, now that you said it, it really hit you. You could still see him grabbing your wrist, and look at you as if he was being chased by something you couldn't even see.

"If I can help, of course. And if it happens again... Fuck it, Bakugo," His frown relaxed at the sound of his own name.

"I just want to be able to do something."

Maybe it was just because of how awkward those words were, or your tiredness, but you thought the room felt a bit warmer now. Even Bakugo's face looked a bit softer. He took the pen back in his hand, and opened your notebook at a random page. You silently hoped there were no weird notes or drawings on the corner of those two pages.

"Thanks."

He started scribbling down, still refusing to look back at you.

"There's not much you can do. Tell me next time you are planning to drag me in a mob like that, and that's all. Or drag me somewhere else."

You chuckled. "Now you like being dragged around?"

"Well fuck, I didn't mean it like that and you know it," he said, but his flushed cheeks were betraying him. Too bad you were looking away, once more embarrassed by your own words.

"I'll find a less crowded place, then." And a place where Mina couldn't find you, you thought. 

"Do what you want," he mumbled. It wasn't a no.

"Anyway, I already did most of the math homework we have for Monday. If you can't solve it just ask me. Or don't. You can always ask someone smarter like our beloved class prez, since you seem to like him so much." 

You laughed.

"I'll probably accept your offer, I can't solve even one of those. But I'll try again tomorrow. Now, I just want to sleep."

Bakugo got up, and for the second time tonight walked towards the door. "Go to sleep, then."

"Really? Can't you say goodnight like normal people do?"

He smirked, and opened the door. "Sleep well, girl."

~

Closing the door behind himself, Bakugo fought the instinct to slap himself.

Sleep well, girl.

What the fuck was that?

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[Rasey 2k7 - this one might hurt :'D] “Do I make you happy?”

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Raph shouldn't be doing this, he broke it off after all he should leave them be. Let them live their life. He should follow through with why he did it in the first place. He didn't want to drag anyone down with him anymore. He didn't want to keep hurting those who he loved and cared for and damn did he love and care for Casey most of all. Even now sat up on the roof tops of Casey's block watching them making their way home pausing to greet the kids. He shut Casey out, he kept fighting with them, he even kept the whole Nightwatcher thing from them Casey being nice enough to cover for him never asking why. And what did Raph do? he kept snapping kept being a fucking dick.

As he watched his. His ex. Talking to a few of the kids he'd been a puesdo father towards. Tugged at those lingering strings on Raphael's heart. Why was he here? He noticed a certain hockey mask wearing vigilante presence went missing. Claimed he was just... here to pick up the slack. Nah he was checking on Casey and tormenting himself in the process. Slinking back as they finally broke away from the group of kids and made his way up into the apartment building his place was at. He crouched down low and stuck to the roof. That was stupid. Raph was covered head to toe in this armor even if Casey manged to see him? There was no way for them to know it was Raphael. Hell not even his brothers seemed to noticed he was the Nightwatcher, and they had seen the reports about them.

Dumb risk but he did move to the building of Casey's apartment, making sure he kept a good few fire escapes up away. So why hide from Casey? Guilt mostly.

Raphael sighed and sat down peering over the edge of the railing watching the light of Casey's apartment flick on suddenly. He missed that sight when he would make his way out to meet up at Casey's place. Late at night everything inside of their home looked so warm and yellow, where everything outside was cold and blue. For a time that little piece of yellow was for them. He didn't live with Casey of course but well he might as well had been with how often he would crash. Worried that if he stuck around to many days in a roll Casey would get the wrong idea. Not that it would be wrong. Raphael just needed them, wanted them all the time. Sometimes he wondered which was worst for Casey to find out about, but it was like a warm home together with Casey.

He closed his eyes, it was so routine after awhile. Raph would climb down the fire escape window often open for him to crawl in from. Casey standing near by to greet him and pull him right inside. They would turn on the game and relax on the couch. They might stand together in Casey's kitchen and talk back and forth. Casey would tease him for sleeping on the couch or the floor over in their bed. It was all so mundane to think back one now but, those were Raphael's favorite nights. Sometimes Raph would linger around their place unsure if he should go inside. He could just about hear the sounds of Casey's still apartment with the city noise faded in the background like white noise, head allowing it's self to rest in against their chest that faint stead heart beat of theirs loud in his ear.

“Do I make you happy?”

Raph let his eyes open a little as he thought back to those words. Attention shifted towards Casey in his place. You could see the wear on their face.

"more than you could ever know Case." Raphael's answered to no one taking everything in him to not just move to their window now and patch everything up again, beg to be taken back. He couldn't do that not because he didn't want to be with Casey. But, it was punishment. He hurt Casey. He cut them deep claimed he didn't want to be with them anymore. Raphael was so far gone these days and he knew it but this self destructive path didn't seem to have any end in sight.

"aye don' think ya'll ever know just how happy ya made me Casey. Any moment together was the best for me. Bustin' skulls, to sitting out here and looking at this smog filled night sky well we just talked and talked." He lets the faintest smile tug on his beak recalling those very nights. All the conversations, from Raph venting to Casey ranting on. How many of those late conversation were just spent shoulder to shoulder. "ya were always there for me, ya had so much else on that plate of yas but always made time for me. Even before we were together." He moved away from the railing "Ya were always...my safe space. I could tell ya anything no matter how worked up I got even. Ya give me that soft clear stare 'ike ya were saying you understood. No one else ever got me 'ike Casey Jones. Even just seein' the light on at ya place was enough to cheer me up..sort of still dose now too"

He sat in quite a moment. Pulling off the metal helmet a moment as he just rested up against the brick wall. Wondering what Casey was doing right now. Was he looking around his fridge for something to eat. Was there even a game on tonight? Raphael had fallen out of the loop on tracking the current league right now. "I'm a sinking ship Casey. An' I know ya would jump in to the water uncaring for the fire and the risk of another ship near by going up in the flames. Ya come right for me to help keep me from sinking." Much like when he snapped at Donnie he had that damn accident on his mind. "But, Casey I'm broken. Somethin' inside of me is broken. An' I dunno if it can ever be fixed." He admits. He could see Casey's expression or what he assumes it would have been right now. "I can't drag ya down wit' me anymore. No matter how badly I miss..everything. So yeah you made me happy so fuckin' damn happy I could forget about that broken piece in me even..just for a time. It just got worse though." He sighs "ya amazin' Case I know you would..do anythin' for me. I had ta cut ya free though. I can't let you come after me I can't be what ruins you too. "ilke I am myself."

Moving to stand up as he grabbed the helmet and suited it back over his head. Just coming here was enough to give him some what content at least. He patted the railing before he started to make his way back up to the roof. "Night Case, I'll watch out for any trouble for you."

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would you ever write about him destroying the plushie and how he tries to get your forgiveness? I think that would be super cute

I'm Sorry (Yandere Shigaraki x GN!Reader)

Synopsis: after Tomura destroyed the plushie he once bought for you, he tries his best to earn your forgiveness.

CW: yandere themes, shiggy being an asshole in this one, anger issues, angst mixed with fluff.

A/N: ya'll want sum angst and fluff?? Here it iss!! Thank you for the request anon!!

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"Tomura, just don't mind him. You already know how he acts." You spoke towards your former captor, now lover, as he slammed the door in anger. You know how fast tempered Tomura can be and you secretly admit it that it can be scary, knowing that he can decay anything if he's pissed off.

He sat on the bed and harsly placed down 'Father' on the bedside table, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the anger. Silence looms in the shared bedroom and you want to cool down the anger that Tomura experienced. So, you sat beside him and attempted to hug him, only for his hand to shove you, muttering a 'leave me alone'.

"O-oh I'm sorry, you want some water to cool down? Or you want someone to talk to? You know that I'm here to–" Shigaraki abruptly stood and stared at you, his eyes glared sharply at you.

"Can you just leave me alone? Are you even that dumb to understand that simple statement?"

"Tomura, I'm just trying to–"

"Shut up! Just shut your fucking mouth! No wonder why you're such an annoyance and no one, not even me, wanted your help!!"

"But Tomura, I'm your significant other, I am here to help y—"

"You know what?! You are just my significant other by force, you hear that?! You just pushed my limits, first it's fucking patchwork who ruined my mood and now you?! I think you need to learn your lesson, you pathetic wench!"

Blinded by his anger, he harshly grabbed the dog plushie from your hands and dusted it with all of his fingers while you screamed as your beloved plushie was nothing but gray ash in the cold floor.

You only stared in disbelief and paranoia with your huge eyes as it begins to fill with tears. You couldn't even described what you're feeling right now; anger? sadness? hatred?

Tomura realized what he had done to the plushie that once brought comfort for you. His eyes widen at the sight as you began to stand up to leave his bedroom, sobs erupted from your mouth while murmuring 'my plushie, my poor plushie' and weakly headed towards the door. He can't believe what he had done to you, he knew that you just wanted to help him but this? The way he acted towards you just just pure monstrosity.

"L-love, I-I'm sorry–" Shigaraki tired to reach for your hand, stopping you from leaving his room but your reflexes was faster due to your adrenaline. "Don't touch me and don't you dare even talk to me, Shigaraki." His heart strings broke after hearing you saying his last name laced with venom. You closed the door and head towards Toga's room, the only person you became close with since you see her as a little sister then an actual villain.

Well, looks like Tomura just fucked up big time. Now he needs to earn your forgiveness and trust all over again.

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It's been 2 weeks since you last talked towards you villain lover and Tomura didn't like this kind of treatment. He gets that you're still angry at him because of the way he treated you, he even destroyed the plushie you cherished and seek comfort whenever you're down.

Everytime he's in the same room as you, you tend to leave and go towards Toga's room just to avoid his presence, making him sad and upset at the same time.

He tried everything, from buying you a new and much more fluffier plushie and giving you kisses and hugs while apologizing but it didn't even bought your forgiveness towards him. What he said weeks ago just stabbed you mentally and emotionally. It may take a lot more than just gifts and actions to earn your forgiveness.

As you slept on the same bad as Tomura, he couldn't take it anymore. He was so touched starved and craved your affections from the past weeks. He wants to hear your voice and the way you said 'i love you' and 'good morning' everytime you woke up, carresing his soft fluffy hair. You were half-awake at that time as you heard Tomura sobbed quietly and pulling you against his chest, his face leaned in towards your neck.

"I'm sorry, my love. I know what I did and said towards you was a dick move. I want you back and it's okay if you don't forgive me but please, don't ignore me..." At this point, you couldn't handle ignoring him anymore but you're still angry at him.

"You know that you called me a pathetic wench, the words you spoke hurts like hell. You're acting like a jerk, Shigaraki." The words you spoke just crushed his heart as tears began to fall off from his face. He just tasted his own medicine towards you. To his surprise, you turned around and faced him, caressing his face to wipe those tears. "and but, you need to learn to control your anger. I forgive you, Tomura."

Tomura was ecstatic upon hearing those words, kissing you after weeks of silence makes his heart soar his while repeating saying 'I'm sorry' while peppering your face with kisses.

"So, am I forgiven?" He spoke as you stared lovingly towards his eyes that are once filled with anger and hatred. "I already told you, you are forgiven." A smile began to from his chapped lips as he hugged you tighter like holding you for the last time.

As you eyes began to close down, hugging the new plushie, Tomura sneaked a chaste kiss while staring at you in awe. "I'm so lucky to have you, (y/n). Even if I took you away from your life, I love you."

"I love you too, Tomura." You replied sleepily. Well, that man even fell for you harder. He can't wait to be a better boyfriend towards you, with lots of love and kisses here and there.

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[bakugohoex]

Not neccesarily a request, but Porco would be the absolute blast to spend a quarantine lock down with. He would always find something creative to do with you and I stand by the headcannon that be can cook EXCEPTIONALLY well. Ya'll would be eating well. On top of it all, I mean look at him!? He's like a walking sex god. You guys could surely find something entertaining to do. If you get my gist.

“another lockdown with me, baby”

pairing: porco galliard x female reader

cw: modern au, nsfw (shower sex), aftercare

word count: 1200+

a/n: sorry i made this into a headcanon cause i loved the idea sm

summary: in which you and porco spend another national lockdown together

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You remember last lockdown, being confined for 6 months just going on with work on team meetings and having girls night at home.

Yeah, well last time you had Porco with you and it was horrific.

2 months into your relationship you both ended up moving in with each other.

It was Porco’s idea as the idea of not seeing you every day broke him into pieces.

Imagine his little face for a week asking you to move in for hours on end, baby just wants to spend time with his fave girl.

Last lockdown, you both were a fresh new couple. This time, after a year together, it was a lot different. Your dynamic had been made and you both had a routine; he was still the same cocky bastard though.

He’d give such a smug look after hearing another national lockdown was happening, gleaming out a “another lockdown with me, baby”.

Lie ins, lie ins, lie ins, you both worked from home now and had daily meetings after midday. This boy will hold onto you for dear life and will never let you go.

Makes breakfast for you every day, he’s actually a decent cook because he loves food more than he loves you (he’d never tell you that though).

Will give you back massages from the strain of hunching your back in meetings. 

Boys a sweetie.

I know this man would see your bag on any online store and just buy it, he watched how easily you bought stuff last lockdown and now he’s the one buying it for you. Will add other clothes he likes, especially lingerie that he wants you to wear.

Workout who? The most you two do is go on a daily walk after dinner but that is literally it.

Movie nights and just cuddling in general, adorable boys just like you in their arms.

You both have separate nights a week where you have some wine/beer with your friends, he’ll stay in the living room and you in the bedroom, catching up with your own friends.

Definitely have a group call with your mutual friends and play drinking games to let loose.

With spare time, there's one thing that increases with both your alone time.

Sex everywhere, early morning kisses down your neck to the top of your underwear. Shower sex, bending you over whilst you make breakfast for him, before work calls, he’d fuck you and after work calls, he’d have these grabby hands to grab your tits.

This man just missed not seeing them for the two hour call you were both on, will put his head under your shirt and suck on them whilst he takes your jeans off. 

Late night sex, before dinner, just as you’re getting into bed. This man will wake you up at 3am after having a wet dream about you and want to fuck you.

His favourite was shower sex, he’d find himself joining you in the shower. He’d act like he came to wash your hair and body, but one slip of his finger and he began to rub against your clit.

Another rough hand against your mouth and his cock just happened to become hard and rub against your ass.

He will push you into the cold tiles and fuck you senseless, boy loves hearing the moans and soft whimpers you give. The water falling onto your back as his mouth goes to your breasts. Sucking as he slides back and forth with his cock pushing you to your limits.

Hearing you moan his name makes this man go wild, he just loves the sound of his name from your tongue. Will thrust even harder trying to hit every spot in you, this leads to you easily gushing onto his cock. 

Cum on sight, at seeing you cum he will cum back and you become dirtier than you did before you entered the shower. Baby will help you wash up though he may be horny, but he is a sweetie.

“We should do this every day.” He had just finished cleaning the cum from your body, the sweat that had etched onto your skin and the burning sensation away from your cunt. His smooth hands ran across your bare wet body, admiring you like a piece of artwork.

You leant against his body, giving a tired murmur back, “everyday, yeah…”

He laughed at how dull and tired your eyes looked, quickly grabbing the towel and helping you out. His own around his hips loosely, one action and he’d be free to you again, he helped to bring you out of the shower, holding your sore body with a gentle hand. “Couple more steps baby.” 

He left soft kisses against your shoulder as he directed you to the bedroom, he knew you'd be tired to dry your hair and your skin routine. Deciding to let you sit on the bed, he smiled at how you looked dazed almost high, perfect for him. “This one or this one.” He takes out clothes for you to sleep in, but you give a mumble of a third option.

“Your stuff.” He happily obliged grabbing his shirt and your underwear to put on you, you happily lifted your arms letting him put the shirt on before he softly lifted your legs. Small kisses going against your thighs, he was always so tender afterwards, so careful to not hurt you. 

“Let’s dry your hair and put some cream on and then we can cuddle, okay?”

“Okay baby.” You gleamed out watching as he got the hairdryer and easily moved along the bed to dry each part, he had worn some joggers having given you the shirt he was going to wear. His bare back hitting your back as he shuffled around you, he hummed a soft song that you could barely recognise but it soothed you.

“Sleep.” You whined out wanting to feel Porco’s arms around you as you watched some film you could fall asleep too.

“One more step, I know you’re tired, baby.” He put the hairdryer away, grabbing the moisturiser he knew you used. Taking some in his fingers he massages your face giving you a giggle.

You smiled as he rubbed the cream across your face, “my turn.” You pouted, he gave a soft smile, his blonde hair moving to both sides of his head. He passed the cream as you took some in your fingers putting it on his nose. You giggled at the white spots around his face before circling your fingers through it. 

“My skin better be glowing tomorrow.” He joked out as you chuckled at him, you moved backwards, finally reaching to the pillows as you felt it against your head.

Porco smiled seeing how you got under the covers in an instant. He quickly put some random show on, wanting background noise as he joined you in bed. “Come ‘ere.” He beckoned, making you lie beside him, his hand moving to your waist and others moving to cup your chest. 

“I love you.” You spoke slowly under the covers, he looked down to meet your small figure. The way you gave soft mewls at his action of massaging your right boob with his large hand.

“I love you too, baby.” He kissed the top of your head softly, watching how his love fell asleep.

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[muffindaddystyles]

SERENDIPITY.

(n), beautiful accidents turning out in beautiful journeys.

Nothing to explain, just Vampire!harry.

Smut, Smut and Smut.

Masterlist , Let's talk about more vampire H!

Author's Note: This's me just testing waters with my fantasy writing skills. It got deleted at first and I had to write everything again with fat sad tears. Tried my best hope ya'll like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and I kinda deserve it for this one *sheepishly*

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back.

Or

Y/N interrupts Harry amidst his meal and ends up him clinging to her.

Kittens. One hell of the beasty creatures they're. You'd give them your heart but they'll prefer their two hours sleep over it. Such type of beasty wee landed Y/N into such situation. She's been searching for Meowsie her cat for fifteen minutes now when she heard a feeble cry of an animal. The tall trees with it's roots snatching at soil - the moon at it's peek. Gasping she crouches down for the rescue of a deer with it's fur wrenched in blood. 

When she does so her eyes struck at the sleekness of a pair of loafers stubbing yellow leaves under it. A groan of annoyance whirling in air and gulping she rakes her eyes to find a tall, swiney man staring down at her in offence like she disturbed him. 

He's gorgeous. Features that of greek sculpture with silk kissing it, eyes –well she can't figure them out in her fear. "Who're ye'!?" He snarls and she toppled back on her bum with a squeak, "Aish. should be asking you the same." She shuts her eyelids. He thinks she's very stupid for leisuring in an abnomished forest at this hour of night when every creature's ready to strangle her alive. 

"Who're you?" She emphasizes each word grabbing the broken branch and pointing it towards him mustering some courage not letting her brave cascade waver. 

His first instinct was to say that he's vegan. But, why should he when he's not. He doesn't like lying. 

He steps from under the shadows of trees rims glimmering under the beautiful moonlight, "Could be anythin' ye'r little brain's been thinkin' of." He smirks towering her and scrambles back. Her facial expressions blown out more from the fright he's causing. 

Poor little thing. 

Before, he could fill in her curiosity his prey escapes into darkness gaining his attention. He growls throwing his head at his shoulders — Harry isn't that of tantrum throwing person (a practice of one hundred year has taught him that bitterness brings you nothing) but he's been devastatingly hungry and the feeding clubs grossed him out. 

The smell of grinding bodies, sweat and the combination of different human's blood makes him sick to core rubbing his appetite away. He's bored of them. 

Her sweet glazing auroma calls him to trap her and take a succulent bite out of her but before that she benefited the opportunity running away from him exiting the dark forest only to find Meowsie snuggling inside her bed. 

"You batty creature!" She huffs, "No wonder I'd be found – dead one day because of you." 

With whoever; she bumped in the forest wasn't human at all Y/N thinks. 

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She's been fighting her sweet tooth for so long but it's not helping her. She muttered a fuck it before lecturing Meowsie, "No sneaking." When Meowsie meowed bobbing her head she cheered, "Good baby." Like a proud momma. 

It was success. Reaching the nearest store and buying the oreo yogurt to savour it immediately. When she strolled outside gloomy vibe hit her causing her nerves to shudder winter chillness freezing her toes.

The cup hits the pavement and she emits a loud scream as a brutal force rams her in a brick wall. 

A groan of pain rumbling in her chest and she shuts her eyes as a shadowy demon creeps up her calves agonisingly trying to pop her in two. 

Counting on her death when it screeches in horrifying noises being ripped into bits and pieces mercilessly. When she squints her eyes open she finds the mossy jade eyes peering down at her more pissed than he was in the forest, "do ya humans don't sleep at night? Or are ye' a mouse that steals good-ys at night?" He traps her head with his hands on either side of wall and she grumbles at his insult of calling her human. But isn't it what she is? A human? 

"I -- don't be mean." She pouts hissing at the dull ache in her legs and he sighs voice getting gentler, "Can ye' walk?" When she nods he scoffs with a thick accent lips quirking and nose scrunching. He wanted to leave her at it but the scared look on her tightened his chest and he felt his responsibility to walk her home safe and invest if she got hurt. 

"No you can't!" He winds his arms around her encouraging her to put all of her weight on his side as he walks her. "Who're you. And how did ya do that?" She asks with a timid voice. He doesn't want to scare her away but the truth's he's been keeping an eye on her for days. Muttering a curse to himself whenever she'd have her nightly visits without a care for herself. Silly human. 

"Harry." He replies without a care and if it wouldn't be for the pain she's feeling she'd have never let him inside her home. "I can't even eat my yogurt in peace 'cos of you Harry." She reproaches as he sits her on sofa taking her ankles and putting them over his knees. 

[That's how I felt when you interrupted my meal you little pesty thing he wanted to mutter but held back.] 

Taking out the potion Nana gave him that heals painful scars. 

"It'll hurt a bit little mouse." He murmurs pulling out the cork of bubble shaped bottle she flinches, "Don't call me that!" Staring at the way her ripened gnashes disappears in beautiful spirals. "Then stop acting like a coward-y mouse." He stands up looking down at her slumpy with sleep. He shushed her, "'s okay. . ." with each dab feeling sorry for exposing her to his world and now the demon who was manifested without a precise spell thought they're co-related kept lingering around her and well he couldn't leave such an innocent girl to be harmed by evils.

"Not gonna tuck ye' in bed, now." He stands up chin doubling raising his hands in defence albeit he's privy for such actions. Too domestically affectionate for him. 

"Please." She doesn't want to be here on uncomfortable sofa and wants to snuggle inside her blankets. "Fine." He rolls his eyes not giving heed to the angelic details of her home for that it'll create a soft spot in his heart for her. 

His body swimming in her scent once stepping inside her room and he tucks her under quilts grabbing Meowsie akwardly and putting her beside Y/N so she could cuddle with her. He stares her for time and Y/N doesn't hear door shutting and he's out of her bleary vision in a tick 

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White swarms over the crimson in hues with yummy smell spreading everywhere along with the waves of Y/N melodic hum. Meowsie tries to rip the muffin batter and Y/N smacks her paw away ending up having a standoff stare competition with her in the kitchen. 

She literally heard her saying mean mommy. 

Y/N thoughts are all over the place. All she could think of is his's stupid beautiful face and they way his gentle touch made her feel floffy from muscles. He shouldn't pesk her like that. The white chocolate chip pops and she was about to see if they were done when a rasp crawled in her ear making her jump and causing the pyrx bowl to hit the oak counter, "Been thinkin' of meh, lil mouse?" 

"What the fuck. Harry!" She spins sending him into fits of laughter with squeaky scream.

"Not funny. Don't you guys not go somewhere unless invited?" She gasps putting her hand atop her heart and Harry's eyes follows her commotion, "'course we do. Got some manners 'n shite." He scoffs with cupid bow quirked up and nose scrunched. 

"Then where are your manners now?" He smirks at that leaning at her level, "You manifested me s' hard it broke rules." Heat splashes on her cheeks and she notices the intricate details of his features finding them dull and sick than his prior glow. She gasps in shock taking his hands leading him to sofa and sitting him with a push to his shoulders. 

"God. You look terrible what happened?" He gives out a smile at her care throwing his head into headboard cushions, as she scrambles back to kitchen to take out muffins from oven she asks worriedly proper concerned for his health, "Would you like something?" 

A warm mug of delicious bubbling blood thank you very much.

He wanted to mutter but his throat went dry from the headache making him all dizzy. He's been death starving for days now cause his appetite seems to vanish and tongue wouldn't accept any kind of blood since the day he smelled the gush of crimson running inside her veins. 

"Can I bite you?" He regrets the moment it slipped from his tongue. Y/N doesn't seem to mind instead mulls about it for a moment putting two warm hot cocoa milk and red velvet muffins on the lil coffee table. 

"Will it keep you alive?" When Harry closed his eyes in gentle affirmation she cranes her neck to side like she has seen in many movies. "Okay. Go then." He smiles weakly taking her fingers ever so tenderly in his hold and ushering her in his lap. 

"If you wouldn't mind — it'll be more comfortable like this. ." She just nods knees bended on either side of his thighs and his mouth waters at her appetizing sweet smell. He rakes his nose along the curve of her neck swearing that she's made of puddle of how soft her skin's. His senses wrecking havoc as his fangs glistens at the surface grazing against the barrier of her sensitive spot. 

"Aa-a!" She cries out and He pulls her back anxiously brows kinking, "Didn't even bit yet." 

"Surprised is all." She confesses shyly and Harry shakes his head with a silly smile letting her fist the hem of his shirt tight as he wrapped his arm around her waist smushing her closer to him and keeping her head in one place stopping her from squirming..

"Ticklish baby mouse ye're." Saying this he pushes his fangs into her flesh and she created a mousey noise head lulling. He gives out a moan-y growl at the taste of first droplet hitting his tongue. He doesn't think he could stop from now on. She tastes like the nectar birds of heaven could feed on. 

His body coming to life. Inners feeling fresh as ever again. 

She feels float-y. Like taking a nap over clouds and letting the zephyr cocoon her and she stuffs her face in the crook of his neck breathing him happily with a loopy smile.

This's oddly satisfying and calming. He wants to take care of her. She's a beacon he always wants to keep protected from the storm. He gasps feeling himself nourished all over again after days of starvation. Lapping at the shiny drops of what's left making her giggle and he could easily recognize that smell. Of her arousal. 

She's all worked up in his embrace snuggling closer to him. He has been in this position with many people before but once they serve his purpose they'd been walked away to take care of.

"Don't go lost on me little mouse y'need to eat somethin'." He settles her over his thigh taking the mug and muffins. 

Tearing it in two and bringing it to her mouth as she lays her head against his shoulder. He sighs happily feeling full as she nibbled slowly, "Thank you." He wipes the crumbs from the corner of her lips feeling the petalness of them and wondering what he shouldn't be wondering at all. "'S okay." She quips with cracky voice making Harry chuckle and sipping onto his own warm milk.

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Harry didn't know a human could attract him like a magnet to metal. She manifested him once and now he's always at her cosy home, he likes the radiance of sunshine that promises from her presence. They watch movies till the clock doesn't strike six in the morning, have secret rendezvous hidden from the eye of normal people at the places Y/N has never been, he has his weekly bites from her and in return brings her every Oscar Wilde's books from his shelf. 

Biting her's the most pleasing yet excruciating part because the way she melts like a honey over him like she depends on him and the sweet smell of her wetness that billows in the room makes Harry gripe at her sides, sometimes drinking more than her petite body could handle. He feels awful after that. 

Cuddles her to sleep and makes the walnut pie he learned from his Nana which apparently is a witch (she isn't actually his grandma — he has long forgotten about his real family). 

Harry took her to the vampires museum and when her marshmallow lips baubled in astonishment at the wings of Angels displaying on the burgundy wall. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist the whole time eyeing anyone that would look towards her weirdly (humans aren't allowed at vampire premises, but who dares to point a finger at Harry? No one.) One of the reasons he hugged her in a smushing coddling suffocating way to lather his scent all over her leaving her flustered and confused. Y/N has finally met someone that shares the same sleeping schedule as her insomniac ass. "We better leave before they hang me angel here too." His breath was hot against her neck running shivers down her spine. 

His words carrying amiability and seductivity causing Y/N to gape at him. Did he just call her his Angel? He definitely did. Annoying leech that's fucking up with Y/N's emotions. 

They didn't talk about it at all after that. 

Harry did with Nana. Freaking out to her how his emotions are always spiraling for her. That he wants her all to himself. Wants to feel her in ways that's beyond just the touch. Nana just laughed it off and made him eat his coconut pie. He almost choked on his bite. Adam apple bobbing in pain when she cleared to him – that; The they indeed have bonded to eachother. 

Her blood runs inside him. His marks are on the most precious spot of her body. Where lovers claim their affection — how could he not feel like that towards her? She's sure that Y/N also feels the same for Harry. 

Harry was getting done with some cluster of work when a stab of pain invaded his whole body prickling uncomfortably against his skin. Something's up. He could feel in his bones that his little mouse's not okay. When he goes her home he's met by pure silence making him more anxious than he already is.

He picks Meowsie from the floor rubbing her crown as he steps inside her bedroom. She's layered under many fold blankets in her bed shrinked into a pea and her head perks up when Harry's voice reaches her, "Angel. . ." She throws everything aside tackling him to mattress making him squeak.

He smiles petting her hair as she purrs against his chest fisting the hem of his shirt tightly. "One of those days?" He asks genuinely not stopping his gentle action and she bobs her head  vigorously bottom lip wobbling, "Oh my little mouse – c'mere what happened?" His gaze flitting between her's as he cups her cheeks squishing them adorably. 

She ignores whatever he's saying craving the overwhelming feel of stars and flowers when he bites her, "Can you bite me, please?" He startles at that brows skyrocketing.

Giddiness stirring in his stomach and how bad he feels to brush her off, he has to do it for her sake. "Now, that's not an escape ye' should seek fo' right?" He gives her a stern look when she whines throwing her head back, "Then can I bite you?" She just wants to distract herself from the unbearable headche of her history course. 

He chuckles breathily at that sighing because could he say no to her? No. He smiles down at her dimples denting in his cheeks, "Kay. Go then." She stuffs her face in the dip of his neck sniffing the marbled beach fragrance of him that of summers I'm December's cosiness. Her teeth grazing at the curve of his pale skin and Harry closes his eyes in anticipation. He feels intimidated by this little human being like no other. His little human.

Her teeth grazing against his cold skin and Harry almost whined letting a moan slip his eyes rolling back into his sockets as she bites him. His hands on her ass twitching to grope at the flesh when his cock stirred with her heat leaking against it. She creates sweet filthy noises succling the mark and "Enough." Harry cleared his throat and the haze in his head bounding her wrists between them pulling pulling her away looking at her sternly when she whines. 

"Baby. . talk to me." He caresses her cheek with his knuckles but she ignores his words floating in her all headspace staring the mark she created. Tracing the beautiful hue of love bite with her fingers, "How did it feel?" Harry's eyes flutter with charming smile as he kissed the hand which's not busy memorizing him. 

"Like a lil mouse ticklin'" She leans at that kissing her work of art, giving wet little sweet kisses up his jaw palms running down his midriff as she whispered. 

"This?" Her hips stuttering with his swell sitting delicious between her panty clad pussy lips, she peers up at him from her under her lashes as her lips rested against the corner of his pillowy full mouth. 

"And this?" Test of his patience. "Like I've never felt before." Saying. He smudges his lips against her's in a succulent, sweet and affectionate kiss. Lapping tenderly with his pink wet tongue at her mouth to deepen the kiss squishing her cheeks in the process. Swallowing her whimpers and whines down his throat like she's most precious. She humps his bulging cock with erotic swivels of her hips and Harry griped at her sides to leave blue blemishes in some hours.

He closes his eyes still smiling foolishly resting his temple against her's – noses doing eskimo kisses. 

"Can we talk now, what's disturbing my angel?" He tucks her hair back kissing her forehead and she bobs her head embarrassed at her tantrums. "It's silly. 'M gonna fail my history exam." His eyes twinkle, "Just havocin' your brain for this?" 

"No worries. I gotcha."

. . .

This's how they ended up like this surrounded by notes and papers. Harry complaining with an unbelievable scuff, "What do they teach ye' kids now days? That didn't happen at all in history." Still ending up helping her with learning which ended up him giving her his slender fingers fucking her with them to let her work for her reward.

"No pet. Wrong answer." He tutted eyes still on the quiz card and it's the sight for sore eyes. She cramps her thighs around his wrist and he curled his fingers rubbing her walls in return as a warning, "Come on lil mouse ye' right there." He leans from the edge of his chair to snatch a chaste kiss from her parted ones.

"189-5?" She mewls not sure of her answer and Harry again pressed his lips against her's murmuring against them driving a third finger inside her and rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, "such an intelligent girl. doin' s' good fo' me – wanna cum?" He bites at her earlobe gripping the quiz cards tightly.

"Yes. Please‐" He cuts her off taking his digits out making her whine and squirm loudly. Sage coloured panties clearly drenched in her slickness as Harry licks her sweet juices like a hungry kitten from his fingers wrapping his magenta lips till his knuckles — if it's a lollipop humming around them vulgarly.

"Harry No!" She huffs making grabby hands at him and he squeezes her bossom thigh to push her down, "Harry yes. Now -- tell me babe where Buddhism originated from?" He wets the pad of his thumb nonchalantly eyeing her playfully and Y/N just wants to kiss that pink pretty tongue as he turned the page around.

She grabs his hand moving them closer to her swollen pussy head falling at his mere graze, "Please." He gives love nibbles at her cheek flickering her clit to tease her.

"What baby?" He murmurs gliding them up and down her slit causing her to rock her pelvis against his touch his freezing fingers adding upto sensation. "Want your fingers." She gasped breathily because before her request Harry was stuffing her back with his fingers massaging the sweet shell of her g-spot.

Her tummy coiling with pleasure and she threw her arms around his neck parted lips pressing against his throat, "Last quiz and then ye' can come all over me fingers." He tells her pinching her thighs. His cock weeping in his pants. The world around them deafening to glitter noises and Harry puts his chin atop her shoulder raising the card infront of her shoulder as she thrashed in his arms.

It was for his last criss-cross of swipe when she gushed all over him with noises that stroked Harry's ego and this time he gave her a hickey coaxing her orgasm from her high, "Hmh. S' warm I could stay inside ye' forever." A sugary smooching voice echoes in room when he kissed the spot between her ear and neck.

Y/N thinks Harry has successfully made a nest in her heart.

. . .

They were flopped over quilts in her bed moon glowing happily in love with them together and Y/N turned in his arms admiring each glimmer of his skin with an awestruck puppy eyes, "You're such an Angel. . .so pretty." He chuckles softly bringing her closer to her chest to hear her heartbeats.

"People think otherwise my mouse." He gives out a 'oof' sound giggling when she climbed up his torso heels of palms pressing against his pecks. "You're for me resting in the depths of ye'r skin — that went through love and sorrows, nourishment and pains until god decided you were meant to be mine. . ." She sucks in a breath cupping his beautiful face to lull it side to side. Harry could bite her whole made of petals and honeycomb she is. He stares her zoning out for a moment.

"Sorry. But seeing ye' with my bites makes me s' hard. . ." He whispers. "Bite me again then." She nuzzles in the crook of his neck pressing her wet crotch down against his hard dick pressing against his zipper.

"So polite and carin'." He grins smacking kisses against the thin skin of her shoulder reaching the mark that's still pudgy and purple. She moans getting him out with shaky fingers and kissing him heatedly in full vigour making slick filthy noises. He slaps her bottom ripping her panties to throw them carefully rubbing his weeping blushed head in between her clenching pussy lips to smudge their arousals.

Whimpers of bliss whirling in air when he slipped inside her slick cunt filling her to brim his balls pressed against her bum, "Fuck. Just how I imagined — tight 'n snug. I love ye'r cunt baby." He gritted grinding his pelvis against her's in slow teasing motion hitting one spot continuously.

"Feels good. . ." She cries softly thighs quivering by his sides and he wrapped his hand around the nape of her to bring her down for another passionate kiss, "Would ye' bond to meh? Huh - lemme cum inside ye'r pretty pussy? Make it mine?" He mumbled wet-ly against her lips sucking her lower one to make it all plump and pinkish.

"Make me yours." She gives out a squeaky whimperish moan when at her words he licked his mark biting it. Her walls creamping around his cock to feel each, ridge and thick vein and she turned a loopy butterfly in his arms.

"Ye' can't cum unless I give ye' permission and I've had plenty to drink. . ." He growls grabbing her jaw eyes turning oyrx and she wipes her own blood from his mouth to press her thumb against his tongue letting him suck. Now, she doesn't have one mark only it's plenty that of flowers scattered on canvas.

He stretches his legs wide toes curling holding her down from her hips to fuck into her with rough mind forging thrusts, "Yes!" Y/N whispers with hoarse throat that she hasn't spoken from months.

"Cum fo' me. Over me cock baby wants to feel ye' Angel." He moans fondling her breasts in his large calloused palms smauching kisses at very skin he could find to shower his love to. Y/N comes a wave of shiver running from her soles to head as she just created noises straight out of porn.

Her creaming around him. Warm and slick cum dribbling down his balls didn't last Harry too. He came inside her in thick spurts of ribbons leaving blueprints at her arse.

They remained like this for some moments. Cacooned into eachother breathing eachother Harry memorizing her to memorize the memory he could never forget and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand.

He lays her on bed gently slipping out of her shushing her with pecks on mouth when she whined from sensitivity, "Gonna take care of ye' little mouse." He bends her knees kissing them stroking the insides of her shivering thighs to calm her down taking his discarded boxer from side.

"Want you to squeeze baby -— I came alot." She does as he said and he cleans her with his clothe showering her in kisses and praises.

Running a steamy bath with essential lavender and rose oils and bathe salts. Resting her between his legs to feel her skin everytime against his skin.

"I love you. Gonna keep ye' forever." He whispers in the silence of night and she smiled with fuzzy heart. Feeling good and fluttery. "I love you too."

Shrugging she retorts playfully, "I'd be all old and wrinkly but you'd be still this gorgeous now that's unfairrrrr." He just laughs at her cuteness creating obnoxious kissing noises while kissing her face.

"Gross." She mutters bashfully eyeing him and he fake offends tickling her sides causing the water splash from rims, "Wasn't gross when I was fucking your brains out—" She tries to smack him in between laughters.

"Heyyyy."

#Vampire!harry x reader #harry smut #harry styles dirty one shots #harry styles vampire smut #harry styles vampire one shots #harry styles fanfictions #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #cute harry #harry styles blurb #fluff #hsh #harry angst #harry styles smut #dom harry

[its-deputy-caleb]

Any chance I could request some first time Morbell? Throwing a mix of soulmate au? *-* You're a blessing to this fandom thank you very much for your work 💕

sksks okay so this is v unedited but i was a little too excited to write this and yes i turned the stinky, cranky micah into a blushing virgin what are ya'll gonna do about it so pls enjoy whatever the hell this turned out to be <33

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'You're my soulmate?!'

Fucking soulmates.

Micah hated the whole idea of having to wait to meet someone just to see colours. To him it was the dumbest thing, but that’s really only because his whole miserable life was only made that much more miserable because everything was black and white.

Deep down Micah was nervous about having a soulmate. He’s nearly forty for fuck sake and he’s a goddamn outlaw, something like a soulmate shouldn’t make his stomach flip or his heart rate pick up but it’s always in the back of his mind. At night when he lies awake his mind can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have his arms around someone, to actually see the world in colour… but he knows the thought is foolish and so he pushes it to the back of his mind before the sun comes up.

He’s just glad his soulmate is Bill ever since the man fell asleep practically on top of him when the two were smacked out drunk. He shakes his head at the thought of having to share a bed with the grumpy old veteran, Bill was much more pleasant as a drinking buddy.

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With all the mess of blackwater, running away to colter and robbing their way down to Horseshoe Overlook, Micah completely forgets about the whole soulmate thing.

All he knows is that the gang are beyond broke, everyone is tired of running and somehow Swanson’s singing has everyone grouchier than ever.

“Boss I know I can get the money, just send me back to Blackwater— it’ll be easier if it’s just me.”

Micah was once again trying to convince Dutch to let him go to Blackwater to collect the huge sum of money they’d left there. He’s not sure if he would actually betray Dutch, that decision could be make after the man even let him leave.

“You give that slimy rat any chance to run off with the money and he’ll betray all of us in an instant. Don’t let him Dutch.”

Fucking hell. Micah hated Morgan. He just had to go and put his nose in everything, had to go and act like the hero around everyone acting like he knew better than everyone. He made Micah’s skin crawl, having to deal with the man always gave him a headache.

Ever since Micah joined the gang six months ago, Arthur was constantly breathing down his neck for even breathing. They never spoke unless they were arguing and neither of them went on jobs because Dutch was so worried one would shoot the other before they even had a chance to rob someone.

“Take it easy cowpoke, what makes you think little old me would do such a thing. I’m a son of Dutch— same as you, I just wanna see everyone safe.”

Micah gave one of his classic sly laughs, one that always had Arthur’s blood boiling but Micah was always one to stir up trouble.

Arthur grabs Micah by the lapels of his leather jacket then, pulling him much to close as he shakes him which knocks his hat off in the process.

“You son of a bitch— talking like you’re one of us, like you give a shit! All you care about is yerself.”

Micah doesn’t really process what happens next. It’s not until Arthur’s fist collides with his face does he fall to his knees on the ground. The punch isn’t necessarily hard, Micah’s survived way worse but the burst of colour behind his eyes has his legs weak and his head ringing.

He’s painfully aware of the green grass between his fingers, the fact that his pants are not as white as he thought but are instead more of a beige colour. He notes the deep red of his waistcoat in contrast to his black shirt and the fact that the silver on his boots catch the blue light of the sky above them.

The whole thing as Micah’s head spinning as he takes in what the world really looks like around him, still panting on the floor right in the middle of camp.

Above him Arthur is just as shocked, maybe even slightly confused. He doesn’t know, nor does he really care in this moment. Morgan leans down with a hand on Micah’s forearm, pulling him to his feet in a much gentler manner than how he acted before.

“Shit Micah I—“

Micah cuts Arthur off, pushing him away as he scrambles to hide on the edge of camp.

“Piss off Morgan, leave me the hell alone.”

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Micah needed to cool off for a bit, to actually process what the hell just happened.

Arthur goddamn Morgan was his soulmate. He didn’t know what to make of it as he drank from the small bottle of gin he found in his pocket.

So Micah drinks on the edge of camp, far away from the campfire or any of the gang members who certainly saw the whole thing. And when the drink runs out he thinks, over and over in his head about exactly what to do about the fact that Arthur the man who he supposedly despises with every bone in his body is his soulmate.

Hours tick by and the sun has long gone down. Micah spent the entire time stress smoking his last packet of premium cigarettes and picking at the skin under his nails nervously. All the thoughts he’s had about what he’d do with his soulmate now involve Arthur.

He thinks about having Arthur’s arms around him at night, inside their shared tent or getting to cuddle by the campfire like all the other couples in the gang and Micah hates himself for the fact that he actually likes the idea.

Eventually, he hears the leaves break under someone’s boot and his breath literally dies in his throat as he sees who’s walking towards him. Of course it just happens to be Morgan.

The man is holding two beers in one hand as he sits down beside him, his back hitting the tree. Arthur passes him one of the beers, gesturing for him to take it.

“Here… a peace offering.”

Micah gently takes it from him, the condensation around the outside of the beer offering to cool his much too warm and sweaty palms.

They sit in an awkward silence for a moment as Micah watches the end of his cigarette burn out. Arthur stares at the ground instead, idly playing with a stick as he thinks of something to say.

“I’m sorry… for saying you didn’t have a place here in the gang— I never gave you a chance to even settle in.”

Micah flicks the butt of the cigarette away, watching the last of it burn out in a pile of dirt.

“Guess I wasn’t the friendliest either…”

It’s the closest thing Arthur will get of an apology from Micah and he seems to accept it with a soft laugh. The air feels lighter after that, as if their admission had pushed them over the awkward line that both of them were rather nervous to cross.

Arthur gives him a warm smile then, one that surprises Micah as they finally look at each other. Out of nervousness, Micah fiddles with the label on the beer bottle. Arhtur looks down at his own, looking over the bottle as if to try and see why Micah found it so interesting to look at all of a sudden.

“Ya know, I always thought bottles would be a nicer colour like green or blue… wasn’t really expecting to find out beer comes in a brown bottle.”

Both of them laugh at that, in some weird way Arthur’s dry jokes making the two of them let out the breath they were holding in.

This time when they fall into silence, it’s a comfortable one.

Slowly, ever so slowly as the two of them relax, Arthur’s hand reaches out and brushes over Micah’s. It’s fleeting and only just there but Micah feels his face grow bright red as Arthur’s fingertips brush over his knuckle.

Micah looks away from him, hiding his face under his hat as he turns his hand over and feels Arthur’s own lace their fingers together.

They stay like that for around an hour and Arthur can’t stop smiling at how flustered Micah is just from holding his hand. At some point he thought he’d stepped out of line or gone too far but Mich just squeezed his hand slightly to let him know without saying it that he was happy.

Their silence is broken after Micah yawns and Arthur wonders if the man will ever pitch his tent while with the gang.

“Would you like to stay in my tent tonight?”

Micah turns to look at him then, an unsure and weary as his eyes drift down to their combined hands.

Arthur gives a soft smile, shaking his head as he squeezed Micah’s hand in reassurance.

“You can say no Micah, it’s okay.”

Micah looks back up at Arthur then, his eyes wide as he looks nervous.

“Can I think about it?”

Nodding, Arthur stands up to leave him to his thoughts again but not before wishing him a goodnight.

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When Micah wakes up the next morning under the same tree, the first thing he notices is Arthur’s blue coat draped over him.

He looks back over to Arthur’s tent, noticing he’s not there and realising he must already be moving around camp. The jacket is bundled up over his chest and Micah blushes at realising it smells like Arthur. Sure there’s the faint smell of gunpowder, tobacco and whiskey but underneath all of that is something he can only describe as Arthur.

Micah runs his hands over the blue fabric, smiling to himself as he realises just how much he likes the colour blue on Arthur— something he’d never realised before.

Arthur lets Micah keep the coat for as long as he’d like and although he never wears it around camp he can’t deny that each night he buries his face in it, the smell lulling him to sleep much easier than any bottle of whiskey.

Despite both of their efforts to be nicer to each other, nothing more happens for the next few weeks. They both agreed that they should at least become friends while Micah made up his mind about how to deal with all of this.

Life was pretty much normal, with the two making efforts to go on robberies together as they got to know each other better.

Pretty much everyone was happy to see the two had found their soulmate if not for the very fact that camp was finally peaceful with them no longer arguing.

It wasn’t until they got to Clemens Point did they actually move to something more than just hold hands around camp.

They’d formed a habit of spending the evening together with either a beer or a bottle of whiskey to share while they talked and held hands. Sometimes Micah would fall asleep with his head on Arthur’s shoulder or lap but they never did anything else.

Micah flipped his hand over like he did every time, waiting for Arthur to take his hand although this time he didn’t take it. Panicking, Micah thought he’d done something wrong until he felt Arthur’s hand on his chin.

Arthur’s hand slowly drew him closer until he felt their lips brush lightly and Micah’s eyelids fluttered shut.

“Can I kiss you?”

Micah nodded nervously, sucking in his breath at having never done this. He didn’t know what he was doing as Arthur closed the gap between them.

Arthur could sense his nerves, running a hand through his hair and pulling him closer. Micah was gently pulled by Arthur to sit in his lap as he gripped the man’s shoulders, whimpering slightly at the feel of Arthur’s tongue sliding over his bottom lip.

He parted his mouth, eagerly letting Arthur’s tongue into his mouth as he moaned. Embarrassed by the noise he made, Micah practically squirmed in his lap. Morgan’s hands came to hold over Micah’s waist, squeezing gently over his slight muffin top and love handles.

Micah pulled away as a pitiful sound left him, panting as he blushed and looked away. Arthur only laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as he looked at him with adoration.

“Sorry, got a little carried away there.”

Micah laughed along with him, hiding his head in Arthur’s shoulder as he was overwhelmed with emotions. Arthur ran his hands down his waist, over his ass and rested on the under side of his thighs as he pulled Micah closer to his chest protectively. He nosed at Micah’s stringy hair, kissing his temple as he felt the man relax in his hold.

“Come sleep in the tent with me tonight.”

Arthur felt Micah nod against his neck before standing up and taking his hand to lead him to his tent.

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Micah first noticed how Arthur had pulled the flaps of his tent down, leaving it secluded from the eyes of the rest of the gang. The gesture somewhat relieved his worries as Arthur lead him to sit down on the cot.

They kicked off their boots, before climbing into the bed in a position similar to before. Micah realised just how much he liked his spot in Arthur’s lap, leaning over Arthur and kissing him again as he sat back on the pillows.

Arthur’s hands came to his waist again, pulling him closer as he felt their clothed erections grind against each other. Micah pulled away from his mouth to moan, tapering it off to become a whimper as he tried to keep quiet. Arthur shushed him, gently rolling them over so Micah was the one under him with his legs wrapped around his waist.

“Shh, just relax and let me take care of you. You’re alright Micah.”

Micah melted into the pillow as Arthur slowly undressed him, moaning softly as each piece of clothing was removed. Arthur kissed down his chest as each button of his red shirt was undone, his tongue flicking over a nipple which left Micah panting and arching his chest into Arthur’s mouth.

Arthur sat up slightly, taking Micah’s hands in his and holding them beside his head as he looked at him.

“You alright there sweetheart?”

Micah practically keened from the nickname, blushing under the man as he nodded. He looked up at Arthur, gasping softly as he saw Arthur under the light of the lantern on the bedside table.

He’d never quite noticed just how blue his eyes were or the slight flush of his sculpted cheeks. His hair was a beautiful golden brown that had a yellow shine to it from the lantern after being freshly washed.

He was broken out of his thoughts when Arthur undid the last of his buttons, exposing his round tummy and leaving Micah feeling more vulnerable than he’d ever felt. Arthur ran a hand over Micah’s tummy, squeezing over his love handles and groaning softly.

“So pretty— my pretty boy.”

Micah sat up, pulling on Arthur’s collar as a warning despite the fact that his face was bright pink.

“Don’t patronise me.”

Arthur leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, pulling a soft mewl from the other as he nudged him to lie back down on the bed.

“Common now, I said I’d take care of yer didn’t I? Besides from the looks of things I’d say you like it.”

To emphasise his point Arthur’s hand travelled from his stomach down to his crotch, rubbing over his cock over the layer of his jeans. Micah bit his lip to stifle his moan which came out anyway, painfully aware of the gang outside. Arthur played with the zipper of his pants, looking at him for permission to undress him fully.

Once Arthur discarded of the rest of their clothes, he kissed his way down Micah’s tummy until he licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. The sound Micah made was filthy as he sat up on his elbows, panting as he watched Arthur over the curve of his tummy.

His legs fell open even wider as Arthur took all of him down his throat before pulling back to lick over the slit. Above him Micah was an absolute mess, his chest rising and falling as his toes curled and arousal pooled in his abdomen. His hands were bunched into fists as he clawed at the light sheet. Arthur noticed this and gently guided his hands to thread into his hair.

Micah’s back arched and he moaned as Arthur bobbed his head around his throbbing cock. The heat of his mouth had him panting and thrusting up in short, tamed thrusts as Micah felt himself get closer to the edge.

The loud whine that left Micah’s lips would be called pathetic in any other context as Arthur pulled off his cock. Arthur ran his hands up Micah’s thigh, dragging his blunt nails over his soft, smooth skin and smiling at the goosebumps that formed under them.

“So sensitive already…”

Arthur cooed at him as he leaned over the man, picking up his saddle bag and pulling out a tin of lubricant. He bent down, kissing Micah again who mewled at the salty taste on his tongue.

“You want it?”

Micah nodded enthusiastically, arms wrapping around Arthur’s back to draw him closer as he begged.

“Please… want it Arthur please— need it so bad.”

Arthur hummed in approval, coating his fingers before nudging Micah’s legs up.

“That’s my good boy…”

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Micah was practically sobbing with need by the time he had three of Arthur’s fingers inside him. The burning stretch had long since gone and been replaced with jolts of molten pleasure every time Arthur brushed his prostate.

He’d almost cum just from the man scissoring two fingers in him if it weren’t for Arthur wrapping a hand around the base of his now leaking cock and drawing his fingers out.

“Arthur please, can’t wait any more— I need it now.”

Arthur came up to lean over Micah again, his own member sliding over Micah’s cheeks but not pushing in just yet.

“Need what sweetheart? Go on… beg for it like the good boy you are.”

Micah huffed, whining in annoyance but nonetheless complying with Arthur’s request no matter how humiliating it felt.

“Please fuck me Arthur please!”

Arthur kissed him then, swallowing his moans as he finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle until he slowly bottomed out. Micah was breathing heavily through his nose as he whimpered into Arthur’s mouth.

“Just breathe for me sweetheart… that’s it just relax.”

Micah’s arms wrapped around Arthur’s neck, his blunt nails grounding the two of them on the bed. Arthur pulled back to look at Micah with concern, causing him to panic and the nerves from before to resurface.

“Micah have you ever done this before?”

At Micah’s silence, Arthur gently kissed his cheek as he ran his hands softly up his sides.

“Oh Micah its okay, why didn’t you tell me?”

Hiding his face in Arthur’s neck, Micah wrapped his arms around the man tighter, slightly rocking his hip and moaning.

“Nnngh, didn’t want you to leave… didn’t want you to think I wasn’t a good enough soulmate because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Arthur smiled softly, his arms coming to hold Micah protectively against him. Micah arched into him, his new slightly elevated angle leaving Arthur’s cock pushing against his prostate constantly.

“You’re good enough for me sweetheart, always will be. We’ll go slow okay? Gonna take care of my good boy.”

Micah sighed, nodding as Arthur pulled almost all the way out only to push back into the hilt. He moaned, withering under him as his body clenched around Arthur, already painfully close to the edge again.

“Ah! Arthur—“

Arthur continued his slowly but deep thrusts, each time dragging out Micah’s pleasure as he abused the bundle of nerves inside of him.

“I’ve got you now sweetheart… wouldn’t ask for any other soulmate, you’re so perfect.”

Micah’s eyes rolled, feeling his cock twitch against his tummy as he felt the beginning of his orgasm.

“Arthur I-i’m so close.”

The man above him was not far behind, leaning down to lick and bite at his earlobe before leaving a mark high on his jawline.

“Go on now, cum for me darlin’— you’re mine.”

Micah’s back arched as he came all over his tummy, white bursts of cum getting caught between the two of them. Arthur’s thrusts picked up slightly as he neared his own orgasm, his hands holding Micah’s soft sides as he strung out Micah’s orgasm and his own. Arthur groaned into his ear as he came down from his high, the two of them panting and sweaty.

Arthur sat up to clean them off, bending down and using his shirt to wipe away their mess while Micah was left a mess on the cot. His hair was tangled and strewn out around the pillow, something Arthur found utterly adorable.

It was much too hot to cuddle in this southern heat but neither of them mattered as Arthur laid back down with Micah on top of him. He cuddled into his chest, yawning softly as Arthur rubbed slow circles along his shoulders.

Miss Grimshaw would certainly give them hell in the morning for making too much noise but for now the two soulmates fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and while it wasn’t exactly what Micah was expecting, he couldn’t be happier with the outcome.

#morbell #micah bell #arthur morgan

[aclosetfan]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do “ you belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course. “ with boomer flirting with buttercup, buttercup being embarrassed and butch (naturally) being jealous

I was rereading another buttercrush (for the hundredth time lol) and that little scene with buttercup in a dress was adorable!

congrats on 100 followers (with your writing, you deserve way more in my opinion) this is kind of cheesy but whenever i open up tumblr and see a new post or writing by you it makes my day ☺️!

Wow, anon! You did it! You broke Another Buttercrush to its bare essentials 🤣🤣🤣 that's a better summary than I could ever come up with, actually. Thank you for (re!)reading my fic 😍😍 I've still got to rewrite that, don't I?? new year, new me. We'll see what I can do.

Also, before we get to the prompt, anon, that last paragraph literally made my day. I had to bite my tongue to stop smiling at work like an idiot when I first read it. Thank you so much, it's a really great compliment 🥰

For this prompt, we had two other people request it for the greens lol--ya'll have a mind link or something. ((PART 2))

Prompt game rules here; prompt list here

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"Buttercup!" Someone screamed, making her jump up from her bed in a panic, "Buttercup, hurry! Tell me you love me; we don't have much time left!"

Boomer came barrelling into her, knocking them back down onto her bed.

"What?!" She squeaked, fighting against him, "What's going on; what do you mean not much—for the last time, I-I don't love you!"

Boomer smirked, rolling his eyes, "Oh, come on, Buttercup, you don't have to lie to me, you're so cute, I mean come on, you belong to me, with me—" He gestured to their precarious position, "—under me. Consensually, of course, and—" A door slammed downstairs, and Boomer cursed under his breath, "—and we don't have much time, so say it! Say—"

"Boomer! You're fucking dead," Butch hissed, lunging for his brother, tackling him off Buttercup and straight through the wall, crashing down into the front yard.

#reassurance prompts #100 follower thank you #(not so) 3 5 sentence prompts #part 1 of 2. #EDIT: screaming and crying I just found a spelling error I had to fix

[xxavengingangelxx]

Long Way From Home 7/?

Ya'll know the drill. I assume this isn't ya'll's first rodeo when it comes to reading this but alas, because it's a dark fic, I will post triggers again. MDNI, 18+ TRIGGERS: Implied/attempted suicide, self-harm, torture, brainwashing, physical abuse, mind fuckery, Stockholm syndrome-related mental gymnastics, trauma bonding, mentions of foster care, threatened/implied/referenced rape, EXTREMELY dubious consent, flashbacks of torture, female being drugged. Self-hate in this one :( If I miss, any let me know, please! DARK FIC!

This fic is almost coming to an end...kind of. This will be the first part of the series. After MW3 comes out, I can start posting part 2. Now I've decided on an ending and just know I'm not a believer in happy, fluffy endings because that's just not real life. Read my other Graves/Reader fic As the; Rush Comes to see ;) @josieguts because they asked to be tagged :)

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On top of not having laughed or smiled since Graves snatched you (2 months?) you didn’t speak unless spoken to. 9 times out of 10, you were silent. What happened to the talkative, bubbly you girl that would sometimes get on Ghost’s nerves? Oi, soldier, you never stop talking, do ya? He had said. Soap loved it because he finally had someone who matched his social energy. You’d both try to annoy Ghost until he finally said, Get lost, eh? The both ‘o yas. leaving you both to laugh. And despite his tough guy persona, you both knew Ghost would miss you both if anything happened or if your personalities changed.

But now if you said more than 10 words in a day it was a lot.

It was slow going when it came to getting back on Graves’s good side. He was still holding the night where you questioned him and argued that no, you hadn’t been dreaming when you’d heard him say you’d broke against you. You’d been right and you had heard him on that radio correctly but he hated it when anyone questioned him. Especially if they were right.

You were required to do a thing or two before fully getting back into Graves’s good graces.

There was one night when you were on your knees in front of him. He was trying to keep radio contact with some Shadows as they ran a basic, low-risk recon and he’d told you to blow him, challenging you that there was no way his men would hear him struggling to talk. If he lost the bet, you’d get that Samsung watch back.

How fucking wrong he’d been. You were under his desk, taking him into your mouth and throat. At times he’d grab your hair, hips stuttering into your lips. You were naked. He was still fully dressed and geared. You eyed that sidearm of his and a sick part of your mind that had been developing since Graves took you wondered what it would be like to suck him off while he held that gun to your head. You’d never had such thoughts before Graves got ahold of you. He’d really fucked you up, didn’t he? The relationship you shared with him was so dysfunctional, so unhealthy. But like either of you gave a fuck. Ya’ll didn’t. You both thrived on it.

When you introduced that hint of teeth on his shaft before dragging your tongue under his cock…that perfect balance of sharp and soft sensation was what pushed him over the edge. He had to take his thumb off his radio button but not before his breath caught in his throat. That same hand grasped your hair, pulling you closer as he released into your mouth.

“All good, boss?” A Shadow asked from the other side.

You swallowed what he gave you. Or tried to. You felt some drip out of your lips.

Graves had glanced down at you, seeing you use a finger to lead that cum that had escaped your lips back into your mouth.

“Gotdamn,” he rasped.

“Boss?”

“I’m 10-4,” his breath still came in short gasps. He was sure his men could hear it. “RTB, men.”

“You lose, Graves,”

-

Graves was a sore fucking loser because later that night he had you pinned to the bed facedown. You’d given him the greenlight, the codewords you both understood to mean that you wanted to be fucked that night. “Show me who I belong to.”

So he’d left finger bruises on your hips and wrists as he held you down. One of his hands was gripping your hair in such a strong grasp you felt a headache coming.

He fucked you so hard you were a blubbering mess. Edged you mercilessly at least 3 times. You’d screamed and moaned his name into the covers. You’d screamed it audibly once when he finally let you cum that first time and he’d threatened to duct tape your mouth shut and fuck you until you couldn’t walk.

You fell asleep in his bed because you were actually worried you’d walk differently if you got out of his bed.

You sure as hell made sure you got that watch back. It kinda made you feel like you were selling your body, though.

-

Your nightmares went from involving 141 to bringing back forgotten memories of the torture you’d endured at the hands of Shadow Company before you’d broke. 141 thought you were dead so maybe your head had put them out of your mind.

*

They came into that tiny room and instantly you were on the defensive. You didn’t care that they’d been keeping you awake for who knows how long. If they were coming in here to hurt you, you were going to put up a fight. Plus, Graves’s threat still hung heavy like a never ending storm threatening a tornado but not yet producing one. That he’d rape you and let you be passed around. So when multiple men came into your room you instantly became on edge.

“One chance,” Graves said. “Codes to the homing beacons.”

You flipped him off, adding a “Fuck you,” for good measure.

So when a Shadow stepped forward, grey eyes almost glinting with sadism, you swung at him, making (brief) contact with his face. He was shocked.

“You gonna take that?” Graves mocked. “I already told ‘er once not to swing at ya’ll. So teach her a lesson.”

Permission to put hands on you granted, the nameless, faceless Shadow grabbed you by the shirt and slammed you against the hard, cold concrete wall. You tried to knee him but failed. He grasped your hair and slammed your head against the wall. You slid down the wall while you tried your hardest to stay conscious as you fell on your side. When he stepped towards you, you tried to kick him but your coordination was off and he easily sidestepped you.

“You seriously picking a fight, little one?”

Hearing a Shadow call you such an innocent-sounding name disgusted you.

When he leaned towards you and over you, you scratched him, screaming, “Fuck off.” You’d only managed to scratch his face briefly but it was enough. He was bleeding.

Graves laughed.

That only made his subordinate madder, and he completely unleashed his anger on you. He unleashed punches, smacks, slaps, and finally, kicks. He’d beaten you to within an inch of consciousness and probably your life. You felt your ribs bruise and maybe some of your ribs broke (again) when he kicked you so hard you slid across the floor.

“Stop!” you shrieked.

You held your arms and hands out in front of you, unable to talk over the pain as you tried getting away from him by scooting away.

“Stop, soldier,” Graves commanded. “Think she learned her lesson.”

*

You woke with a start.

“Bad dream?” Graves’s tone was mocking, like it was every time he asked you if you’d had a nightmare.

“I was only dreaming about what I went through when I first got here,”

Graves was quiet but then he added, “I told you, Val. You could’ve avoided all that. If you’d just talked when I first told you to.”

-

Shadows looked at you different.

You wondered why until you saw yourself in a mirror. You avoided mirrors as much as possible because you hated how you looked. You were scarred, broken, damaged. You were sure the cut across the left side of your face was going to scar. It ran from just above your left temple and then barely missed your eye and curved under your cheekbone. The more time passed the more you realized it was going to be a permanent mark. You could still see the marks where they’d stitched your face up. Graves and his men had beat you so fucking badly that you’d required stitches to your face.

Your nose? Broken more than once in the last two months. There as a thin line right above the bone in your nose and you wondered if they’d literally taken a knife to your face. There was still a lot of shit you didn’t remember but you were almost certain it would come back to you in your nightmares.

There were a lot of things men didn’t understand about women. One of those was that a woman’s face defined her. How a woman looks defines her. And now? Your face was permanently altered because of the shit that was done to you. Because you’d been abandoned by the only team you’d ever trusted. They’d left you to die and for all they knew, you were dead. Tortured to death. Graves had made sure you died in their eyes.

The anger built up inside of you before you knew what to do with it. And you had to let it out. You couldn’t swing at Shadows and you sure as fuck couldn’t swing at Graves. So you launched a sharp punch into the mirror in front of you. The shattering sound was so satisfying and you were fascinated by the glitter of small glass pieces as they fell around you. The anger had come on so suddenly and you had no idea what the cause was. Was this going to be the rest of your life? Anger and feeling numb?

You glanced up and your dark gaze was briefly visible to yourself amongst the webs in the shattered mirror. It was not a gaze you recognized and that was when you realized that Graves had won.

The woman looking back at you was not the same woman who had flown into Las Almas planning to use her bilingual skills to help build bridges. It was not the same woman who wanted to use her counterintelligence and recon skills to make the world a safer place.

That woman had died in that room after you’d pulled that IV out of your arm.

“Somethin’ got you upset?” Graves drawled from the doorway.

In the past you might have been afraid that Graves would hurt you for destroying property but when you did it out of searing anger, he didn’t seem to mind. Almost as if he liked it that he’d turned you into this monster that he could take to the field with him.

You met his gaze in the smashed mirror and while you might have been seeing things, even Graves did a doubletake. Even he knew you were different. And if you weren’t mistaken, you’d swear that was a smirk pulling at the corners of his face.

-

You were beginning to see Shadows as your teammates. You didn’t really have a choice in the matter. You’d been here over two months now and 141 thought you and Graves were dead. You hated that when they talked to you, you noticed their eyes briefly shift to the permanent marks on your face.

Marks they and their kind had inflicted. But strangely enough, you didn’t blame them. You directed the blame at yourself because like Graves had told you multiple times: “You could’ve started talking a lot sooner. And if 141 really cared, they would’ve rescued you.”

Mirrors had been removed from common areas because you had destroyed all of them. You fucking hated how you looked. Being righthanded, your right hand held multiple cuts, some of them deep, from where you’d punched mirrors. But there were some on your left hand, too, just not as much. Adding scars to the growing list, weren’t you? So you took to wearing gloves.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, soldier,” Graves commented once. “But I like it.”

Now, before you couldn’t stand anything except for your hair touching your face. That was why you never really wore a mask, even though some of the members of 141 did. You’d never quite understood why until now. When you hate how you look, it’s a respite from having to look at yourself in anything that had a reflection which were lots of things.

You wore a dark mask and only took it off around Graves. Because Graves saw those scars every night so his eyes no longer fixated on them. The mask only covered the front of your face so you hair was free to flow over your shoulders on base. In the field it was in a single tight French braid on the back of your head to help your helmet fit better. Of course, you always had the problem of your bangs in your eyes but you didn’t mind those. It fixed the problem of Shadows looking at you and then shifting their gaze to the scars on your face. Your unstable mind swore you would’ve taken to breaking windows next. Anything to avoid seeing your reflection.

Graves had stopped replacing the mirror in the bathroom connected to the bedroom you two shared most of the time. Because you’d just break it whenever the mask came off. It got to the point to where you were scared someone else was going to see you, even in your sleep, so you slept with it on when Graves wasn’t next to you.

The next thing that bothered you was when someone would look at the deep cuts on your left arm, both from suicide attempts. One of them had been when you’d taken that piece of glass you’d found in that cell you were first put in and dragging it across your wrist no less than 3 inches. From one side of your under wrist to the other. The other? From ripping that IV out with such force you’d added another three inch laceration to your arm.

Your left wrist was also…different. You couldn’t put your finger on it but you guessed you’d hurt a ligament or something else due to being kept in tight zipties sometimes for 12 hours at a time. When Graves didn’t have anything else to torture you with all those months ago he would just have your hands tied behind you just to make you hurt and just to make you uncomfortable. You couldn’t move your left wrist at 100% anymore of that you were sure. You wondered if you had broken some of the smaller bones in your wrist because it cracked every time you rotated. He’d had you put in zipties after you’d picked a fight with one of his men and it had made the pain in your ribs that much worse because of the awkward position.

So you wore long sleeves. Even when you ventured into hot climates. You preferred dark clothing and that’s what Graves acquired for you. He hadn’t been lying that he would spoil you if you just cooperated.

You wondered if Shadows judged you before you started wearing long sleeves because of the obvious proof on your arms that you’d attempted to take your life.

The third thing that bothered you were unexpected noises. Loud noises were the worst. Now when you were in the field surrounded by your mask, your goggles, and other heavy clothing, the noises didn’t bother you. Plus you were in battlefield mode.

But during downtime at the base? Any unexpected noise made you jump. And when you jumped you looked ready to start swinging. So you were given those good quality noise-cancelling headphones for the base. If someone approached you a certain way or got to close you’d flinch.

Graves picked up on the fact that you seemed to dislike the chopping sound of helicopters the worst. You never really told him why but it was because it made you think of all the times you’d been with 141 on helicopters and it made you scared they were coming to take you away from Graves.

But 141 as well as the rest of your identity was fading away and fast.

Graves wouldn’t even call you by name anymore unless you were in the same private room you shared. If he needed you, he’d send you a notification on your watch. Sometimes during times when you were half-asleep you were sure you forgot your real name and heard only your callsign. All this thinking made you realize that…you didn’t remember your first name. You’d gone a little more unhinged over the next few days when you grasped that no matter how hard you tried you could not recall your first name.

You’d actually forgotten you first name.

You didn’t give it much thought after that because…surprisingly you didn’t care anymore.

Graves didn’t like to have you in the field. But sometimes he had no choice. He and his Shadows were big and tall. So when they needed someone to slip into a building or crawl under a gate or into an air duct, they used you. But when he did have you in field, you were covered in head to toe with gear. The only skin visible was the skin around your eyes and behind you goggles. He still made you wear a thinner Kevlar vest under your uniform shirt plus your larger Shadow vest. Double protection because if someone recognizes you, they’ll shoot you on sight.

He seemed nervous about losing you. Why? You weren’t exactly sure why. You’d eavesdropped on a conversation between Graves and Shepherd. You heard Shepherd tell Graves to not let you become “another loose end.” Graves responded, heatedly, that “She is not nor will she ever be a loose end.”

But while Graves liked to limit your field exposure, his narcissism shone through when he did put you in the field. Because while you were indeed geared up, he couldn’t hesitate to make sure you had brief pink accents to your gear. It was like he was proud to have a female on his team. It was like he saw you as a diamond in the rough, an advantage no one else had. Who else had the chance to seduce targets? Who else had a femme fatal? He knew he had a lead no one else did.

-

You noticed one day that your uniforms were no longer big on you. They fit you almost perfect. When did that happen?

-

The first time you killed someone in a field operation it was in the Middle East. Graves couldn’t use your bilingual skills here because you didn’t speak Farsi or Arabic but he sure as hell liked using you for recon. You’d been to so many places, boarded so many planes and choppers that you lost count. You had your watch but you’d lost interest in keeping track of time.

The Middle East was hot but you kept your long sleeves and mask.

The enemy combatant in question was shorter than your average male. By a lot. So even you were able to tackle him from behind after he fired a few shots towards some Shadows. He instantly turned onto his back and noticed the brief touches of pink on your gear. You heard him call you an American whore in Arabic.

You swung at him repeatedly and kept swinging, feeling bone and teeth break under you. Your gloves and hands became sticky with blood. A Shadow tried to pull you off the man but you then reached for your sidearm, raised it and shot him in the head.

Your second ‘victim’? A low-level, know-nothing enemy combatant who’d dropped his weapon. You raised your rifle and shot him anyway.

-

Back on base, you learned that each Shadow kept track of how many enemy combatants they’d killed on the inside of their vests. They’d taken yours and proudly added two tally marks before giving it back to you.

-

Notes: Ya'll, she is soooo far gone :,(

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