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grippingbeskar · 1 year

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Ok so, i ADORE your writing and i wanted to submit a request for a joel miller x reader fic ^^

Specifically its the readers first time out of the qz since 2004, she snuck out on her own and was found by joel in the woods. She slightly pisses him off because she can be somewhat annoying but he eventually falls for her! You can go anywhere you want with it but please add that she calls joel “cowboy” bc i find that to be so cute

warnings: swearing, slight mention of past violence

a/n: okay this isn’t edited but i wrote it all in one go cause it’s so damn cute. i couldn’t help it. thank you for sending this in!!! i hope you like it! clearly i needed a lil fluff now that there’s no more tlou eps so i hope it’s what u wanted 😭

“You’re gonna get yourself killed.” Joel’s gruff voice growls from behind you. “Stop moving.”

“Stop talking! You’ll scare it!” You whisper-yell back, scootching your body forward on the rock. “Oh, you have to come down here.”

“I’m not gettin’ anywhere near that thing.” Joel huffs, and you roll your eyes, unable to bother with a reply when you can see what you can in front of you.

A bear. A giant, fluffy, brown bear. Standing on its hind legs, clawing at a tree trying to get… something down off the branch. It’s the first time you’ve seen a bear. The first time you’ve seen anything alive bigger than a dog. It’s massive.

“Joel, come on! Look at how adorable it is!” As much as he complains, you can hear him groan as he leans down, knees cracking and breath puffing out in clouds. He eventually crawls up next to you, the broad length of his body pressing against your side on the narrow face of the rock.

The bear was now rubbing its back on the newly scratched bark, roaring quietly as it yawns. The sun was shining seamlessly through the trees, and the forest was just starting to lose the heavy layer of snow that had built up over the winter. Warmth flooded your body from your toes to your ears, but you couldn’t figure out if it was the rising sun or the way Joel had sidled up a little closer, craning his neck so he could see, too.

He leans to the right, squinting into the open forest, and yes— it was definitely just Joel making you sweat.

“See? Cool, right?” You say softly, keeping your eyes on Joel’s reaction. It had taken so long for him to speak to you in any capacity, let alone indulging your curiosity with something like this. You were still hesitant to upset him, or piss him off, but he didn’t seem to be either of these things much anymore. At least, not directed at you.

“Yeah, alright. It’s pretty cool.” He admits, watching as the bear roars a little louder. All of a sudden, three tiny balls of fluff crawl out of a hollow log and begin to roll around in the melting snow.

Your face lights up, you can tell it does. Your grin stretches across your face embarrassingly big, but— “Oh my god. Baby bears. Freakin’ baby bears, Joel!”

He laughs quietly, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare move. Even though him staring at you burns you enough you’d swear it wasn’t winter, you keep your eyes forward. The last thing you want to do is scare him off— not when he’s the closest he’s ever been.

You know he wouldn’t feel the same, but it was impossible not to have some kind of feeling for him. He was practically a knight in shining armour to you— without him, you would of died the day you snuck out of the QZ. But there he was, scowling and buried under layers of warmth, layers he’d reluctantly shared with you until you could feel your fingers again. He’d saved you, and you had fawned over him ever since.

He was definitely not on the same page— it was only in the last few months that he’d learned to tolerate you, and somehow it was only making your crush worse. Those famous scowls turned to smirks and hidden smiles, and harsh words melted away into something like fondness. You could hear the care behind the orders he gave you. “Don’t do that” shifted into “Its not safe.” “Shut up” was whispered into a soft “Shh. Listen.”

It might not seem like a lot, but in terms of Joel, it was miles.

The bears continued to roll around, play-fighting while their mother wandered further over to the rushing lake. You shivered as the sun disappeared behind the clouds, and Joel’s hand tugged at your jacket.

“Come on. We gotta get moving.” You sighed, but still smiled as the smallest of the bears attempted to climb a tree, and fell off with a ‘plop’ into the snow. “You’ll be warmer if we’re moving.”

“Just a little longer. Look at him!” The bears continue to fight their way up the tree unsuccessfully, and you wait for Joel to move away. You silently beg him not to, and maybe it works, because he keeps still. No, not still.

Blink and you miss it, but you don’t. You feel him move— just an inch, but he comes closer to you. Touching you all down your side. It stops your shivering, and you find it very, very hard to focus on the bears.

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“Just a little longer. Look at him!” You laugh lightly, your head facing forward in the direction of the bears. Joel can’t take his eyes off you, no matter how cute some bears might be. It was humiliating. He couldn’t take his eyes off you for a second, not when you were this close, smiling and laughing. You made him feel… good. Warm. Made him forget where he was for a second. It was dangerous and stupid, but he still didn’t take his eyes off you.

He moved closer under the guise of keeping you warm, but he noticed the way you hid your face from him. He always noticed. He wasnt game enough to think you wanted him like that, but he knew he had some kind of effect on you. You didn’t want him, but you needed him. He kept you safe, and he thinks that after all this time you, for some god damn reason, cared about him.

He couldn’t tell you why. He was a dick to you ever since he found you. Sure, he’d pulled you out of the snow and warmed you up for three days. Fed you boiled soup and water and made sure you didn’t choke, but he made sure you paid for it when you woke up. He was colder than the snow outside, sometimes straight up ignoring you when you asked him dumb questions.

He felt guilty now, thinking back, but he was in a bad place. It was dark without you, but since you’d wormed your way into his heart, he could hardly remember what it was like not to have you around. He sure wouldn’t be crammed on a rock watching bears roll around in snow, but he couldn’t think of another place he’d want to be.

“You’re still cold.” Joel says after a while, noticing the way your hands clench and unclench under your gloves. It’s something you’ve done to warm up your fingertips since he’d found you. Your hands get cold first.

“No, I’m not.” You say, eyelashes fluttering rapidly to blink away the fallen snow. “Okay, I am. But where are you gonna see something like this again?!”

“The woods. Where we are gonna walk through for the next two days.” Joel says, and though you stop smiling, you finally turn to look at him. You shake your head, rolling your eyes.

“You cannot tell me that is not the fucking cutest thing you have ever seen. They are rolling around in little balls, Joel. Tiny bears rolling around in the snow!” Your hand grabs his jacket, and he freezes up. You’ve touched him only a few times— times he thinks of far too often, but it still makes him feel like a deer in the damn headlights.

“It’s adorable. Can we move now?” You roll your eyes again, but for some reason you always smile at him after. Like he’s funny or something.

“Fine, but you’re missing out, cowboy.”

“I’m not a cowboy.” He says between huffs as he drags himself upright. He offers you a hand, brushing off the snow from his jacket with the other. You take it, and a rush of heat nearly melts the snow on his head.

“You wore that hat. You’re a cowboy.”

“I wore that one time.” He reminds you to no avail, and you laugh, walking in line next to him.

“It looked good! I think you should lean into it. You got the whole accent going on, and the chivalry act. It’s a winner!” You tuck your arms into the straps of your backpack, your shoulders brushing his. He doesn’t move away.

“Chivalry, huh?”

“You did save my life. Multiple times. And taught me how to shoot a gun.” He scoffs. You thought that was chivalry? Fuck, if only you knew how he’d really treat a woman— how he’d treat you if you aren’t stuck out in these woods.

“Yeah, perfect first date. Learn how to shoot a rusty old rifle.” Joel jokes, and then feels you stop, boots crunching in the snow.

“That was a date?” Wide eyed, you stare up at him, the space between you feeling further than ever and way too close.

“What… I didn’t mean it like—“Joel sighs, taking a step forward. “Thats not what I meant.”

“Oh. Yeah, I knew that.” You shake your head, snow falling off your beanie. It nearly comes loose, and when you walk up next to him, Joel moves before he can think.

He can’t stand that little look in your eye, the one he used to see all the time. It was hurt— hurt caused by him. You’d had enough of that in your life. Joel wasn’t going to be the cause of it anymore. Not when you were the woman he— the woman he cared about.

His hands tug lightly on the sides of your beanie, and you still under him. Your eyes watch him cautiously as he adjusts it on your head and over your ears, and then lets his hands linger. They wander down, still gloved, along your cheeks, wiping away the snowflakes resting on your cheeks. He takes in a breath, and his chest touches yours. When you smile softly, he feels sucker punched, and his hands slowly fall from your face.

“I didn’t mean that.” Joel says in the same low tone he uses when you talk at night, like it’s a secret.

“The date, or the backtracking?” You were still smiling, and it cut Joel up like a blunt knife was searing into his heart. You were fucking painful, but he yearned for it.

“The… both. That— at the time, that wasn’t a date. But that’s not sayin’ I wouldn’t take you on one.” Your face was full of surprise— eyebrows raised and mouth agape. “One with less guns.”

“Joel…” You breathe, and he wishes he kept his hands on your face.

He lets the confession sit, unsure of what to do with himself now he’s put it out there. He’s got two days alone with you in these woods before you reach Tommy, and he’s fucked if he’s gotta deal with your rejection—

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with less guns.” You say, clearing the distance between you and him in three bounding steps. “I’m excited to see what you come up with, then.”

“You, uh—“

“Though I am expecting you to break out the hat. I want the full experience.” He can hear the smile in your voice, his head dropping down so you can’t see his matching one.

“I’ll make sure I do that, darlin’.” Your breath hitches, and it’s your turn to hide from him.

You both keep walking, though Joel feels himself pressing closer and closer. His heart is racing, and he’s half worried he’s going to pass out, his vision a little blurry. Did he just ask you out? He feels like he missed it. Just blacked out and someone else took over. Not just that, but he thinks you might have just said yes.

“You do look good in that hat. I was serious.” You admit, staring at your boots. Joel feels his face get hot, unfamiliar territory making his hands shake.

“You’re insane.” He manages, and links his hand with yours.

“Whatever you say, cowboy.”

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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birthday drabble 6 - knj

Anonymous asked: “I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted” with Namjoon.

pairing: namjoon x reader contains: smut!! established relationship, reader has a breeding kink (my first time writing breeding kink so BE NICE !! 😤), overstimulation, multiple orgasms for both of them oop 👀, a lot of talk about cum lmao, cockwarming if you squint?, dirty talk, condomless sex but BC mention summary: your boyfriend wants to try something new for your anniversary.

want more? check out all my birthday drabbles here! requests for these are now closed 💜

“You want to get pregnant?!” Namjoon’s eyebrows nearly shoot off his forehead, and you collapse back against the bed with a groan.

“No! It’s not like that.” You knew this would be hard to explain, and you’re starting to regret bringing it up.

The two of you had started talking about your upcoming anniversary, and Namjoon had taken his time, kissing you and gently running his strong hands over your body before he’d asked the question, making sure you were riled up enough to answer honestly.

He’d pulled back, pressed his forehead to yours, and murmured, “You know what I really want to do next week?”

You’d searched his eyes, still breathless from his kisses, and he’d smiled a little.

“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted. Just tell me what it is.”

And now you’ve spent the last ten minutes trying to explain a breeding kink to him, and the mood is thoroughly killed. You decide to try one more time before you scrap the idea entirely. Maybe you can just peg him or something instead. Might be easier.

“Think of it like role play. I don’t actually want to get pregnant, but the idea of talking about it and pretending to… I don’t know. It’s hot, to me.”

Namjoon lays back on the bed next to you, taking your hand in his, scooting down so you’re shoulder to shoulder. He gently presses his full lips to the back of your hand. “Okay,” he says simply, mouth brushing against your skin. “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”

The night of your anniversary, Namjoon moves you through sweet, romantic foreplay, nothing different from the way he normally does it. He works multiple orgasms out of you with his hands and his tongue, and amazing as it is, you start to wonder if maybe he forgot about his promise.

But you have a hard time holding onto that thought– or any of them, really– once he’s pounding into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. You’re clawing at the bedsheets and gasping for air as the head of his thick cock rubs over your g-spot again and again.

“You look so good like this, baby,” he grunts in your ear, and you can tell from the way his voice shakes that he’s close. “Taking it so well.”

“Fuck, Joon,” you breathe. “You feel so fucking good.”

He presses his face into the crook of your neck, clearly trying to keep it together, and the strangled sound he makes has you reflexively tightening around him. You’re expecting him to slow down, maybe even pull out and go down on you again for a while, but instead, his pace increases. His hips snap into you even harder, enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he groans, voice straining from the effort, and you whimper at the words. As many times as you’ve imagined this, it sounds even hotter than you expected when he says it.

“Please, Joon, please. I want your cum so bad.”

You don’t have to ask twice– with a loud groan of relief, he pushes his length all the way into you. You can feel his cock twitch and pulse as he comes, and though it’s much sooner than he normally does, you’re still floating on cloud nine just from hearing him talk like that.

“I love you,” you say with a small smile. You’re already preparing for the rest of your typical routine: he’ll kiss you until he can catch his breath, then pull out, go get a towel, and clean you up.

The intensity still burning in Namjoon’s eyes when he looks at you tells you that tonight might go a little differently.

He makes a face that’s almost a grimace, and his hips just barely start to roll into you again, slower than before.

“Keep your legs up.” His voice is suddenly serious, tinged with a commanding tone you rarely hear from him. Before you even have time to process the order, his hands are sliding up the backs of your thighs, and he presses down, essentially folding you in half beneath him. “Don’t spill a single drop.”

“Fuck,” you gasp. You can feel his cock starting to swell again as he moves, and the filthy, wet noise of him fucking into you when you’re already full of his release is almost too much for your brain to handle. The new angle gives him even better access to completely bottom out inside of you.

“I’m gonna give you more,” he practically growls. “Gonna make sure you’re nice and full. Gonna put my fucking kids in you.”

You should’ve known. Your boyfriend doesn’t half-ass anything. He does his fucking research. Your back arches as he stretches you open from the inside out, his strokes returning to full intensity and making your already-sensitive cunt quiver. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh god, Joon, yes.”

Your thighs start to shake as he slams into you, so deep that you know you’ll feel it tomorrow. “So fucking tight,” he grunts hoarsely. “Gonna milk it out of me, baby? Gonna take all of it?”

Too far gone to even speak, the only answer you can manage is your walls starting to pulse around his cock.

“Ah, shit,” you hear Namjoon hiss, clearly as surprised by your impending orgasm as you are. “That’s it. Come on my cock while I breed you.” He can only get one last sloppy thrust in before he’s coming again, too.

The sensation of his second release, of two loads of his seed threatening to spill out of your cunt, held in only by gravity and his length still plugged up inside you, just makes you come that much harder. It feels like you’re coming for hours, every muscle in your body pulled tight as you buck and writhe and whimper.

As the wave subsides, the sensation that finally brings you back to reality is the gentle caress of your boyfriend’s hands and mouth over your thighs.

“Oh my fucking god,” you finally manage, your voice still unsteady.

“Tell me about it,” Namjoon says, looking equally shell-shocked. He dips his head to kiss you, your feet brushing against the strong muscles of his arms. You feel your pulse start to settle down as he sucks gently on your bottom lip, then finally breaks away.

“I’m scared to pull out,” he admits with a soft laugh, dimples on full display.

You wince a little through your smile. “We might need to change the sheets.”

“Definitely worth it.” He pauses for a moment, and you bring a hand to cup his face, stroking your thumb tenderly over his cheek. “Love you,” he murmurs, leaning into your touch.

There’s a pause, and you know what’s coming just from the mildly terrified look that appears in his eyes. “You’re still gonna take your pill tonight, right?”

The post-orgasm high keeps you from getting too annoyed with him, and you’re laughing when you reply, “Yes, Joon. Like I said, it was just role play.”

“Thank fucking god.”

#birthday drabbles~#namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #anonymous #bts smut

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twokinkybeans · 1 year

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Hmmmm let’s do 69 😈

I knew that at least one person would request this! Help. Okay so... Here we go!!! 😈

It's time foooooooooorrrrrr... "Amok Time" by Five Year Mission! (Idk what’s worse about having to write a Starker fic based on this song; 1) the fact that it exposes my obsession with Star Trek TOS even through my taste of music, 2) the fact that it’s AMOK TIME on the 69th place bc of the homoerotic content of the episode the song is based on, or 3) the fact that I went like “I can totally write a realistic drabble about Starker in Space lollll. Either way… Enjoy this Starker/Star Trek/Fuck or Die thingy… I guess? ;P)

#69: Amok Time (listen here!)

Peter was the youngest Starfleet Captain to have ever existed, and rightfully so. He’d superseded the outstanding legacy of Captain James T. Kirk with his quick thinking and creative solutions to the issues at hand on the USS Avenger.

Later, after this whole incident was over, Peter knew this might be one of the most creative ideas he’s ever had to ensure the safety of his crew, but right now, he could not think about it even if he wanted to. Stark’s cock in his ass sure managed to take over his ability to think straight.

“Stark!” Peter cried out, panting heavily underneath the man. Stark whined, a low grunt rumbling from the depths of the Vulcan’s throat.

“Mine,” he hissed, pounding his Captain harder. “You’re mine, Peter.”

Peter didn’t know if Stark would still feel the same way once his blood fever passed, but at this moment, Peter couldn’t care less. He nodded desperately, his nails clawing at Stark’s back hard enough to draw green droplets of blood. “Yours, I’m yours!”

Stark started to fuck him harder, hips snapping back and forth with such strength that for a second Peter was scared he was gonna get seriously injured, not that Banner wouldn’t be able to fix him, but… He didn’t think he’d ever get plowed this hard. It was so goddamn hot, though, the way Stark was all open and raw, panting, claiming him.

“Peter, Imma-!” With a loud, animalistic cry Stark came, his alien dick pushed deep inside Peter’s ass. Peter gasped, clenching around him as he felt the cum fill him up. Yours, he thought again, and Stark as the touch telepath he was, moaned, body shaking, and then- oh god. Peter’s eyes flew open wide when he felt Stark’s cock swelling inside him rapidly. Jesus.

“S-Stark- what’s that? Oh, fuck!”

Stark’s face broke into a wide, playful grin. He moved his hips slightly, pushing the swollen nudge even further inside Peter. Peter’s eyes rolled back, and he sobbed happily. It felt so good. Too good.

“You like my knot?” Stark inquired, still breathing hard. Peter nodded, eyelids heavy. “It was made to keep our cum inside our partners for as long as possible. It takes a while to go down, though my blood fever seems to have faded… Want me to care of your cock darlin’?” Peter nodded again, knowing that if he spoke there wasn’t much he could say, and he gasped loudly when Stark’s fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. He jerked him fast, squeezing in all the right places. Peter gasped, rocked his hips up, and gripped at the sheets beneath him when he felt Stark’s knot move inside him, and yet, at the same time, it held him in place. Stark chuckled darkly and leaned in to kiss his Captain.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Stark murmured hotly against his lips. Peter keened with pleasure, catching Stark’s lips between his teeth and dragging him down in a hot, messy kiss. It’s too much, too good, and before Peter even knew what was happening, Stark flicked his thumb past his cock one last time, and Peter came with a loud cry.

Peter rode out the waves of his pleasure, enjoying the way the Vulcan cradled him in his arms and peppered him with kisses all over his face, his neck, his chest, until finally, his knot seemed to shrink.

Stark grunted when he pulled out and collapsed on top of Peter.

“Did it… Help?” Peter asked softly. Stark nodded.

“Yeah, the blood fever has passed. I… Thank you, Captain. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Mr. Stark…” Peter sighed. “If I hadn’t done this, you would’ve died. I could not bear the thought. Besides, we… had fun, didn’t we?”

“Fun, Captain? Vulcans would never describe the Pon Farr as a time of fun.” He paused. “I suppose you humans would see it that way.”

“Oh shut up, Stark.” Peter laughed and shoved him a little. He didn’t miss the playful sparkle in Stark’s eyes, but it was clear that now that the blood fever had passed, Stark would go back to his old insufferable self. Peter smiled. Ah well. He loved him like this, and he knew they’d get their chance to talk. They would.

SEND ME A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-100, AND I'LL WRITE A DRABBLE BASED ON THE CORRESPONDING SONG FROM MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED! (Numbers 3, 4, 7, 22 and 69 already taken!)

#kimwrites #starker #spotify wrapped #drabbles #send me numbers pls! <3

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rosenallies · 10 months

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Would you do 21 for alternate breakup au😅

Gonna combine these two just bc I want to so sorry to whomever requested 14 and maybe didn’t have my most depressing au in mind butttt I’m feeling hmm some type of way rn and I need to project my emotions. Very sorry for that very very sorry </3

Tw// talk of sh, relapsing…writing this kinda rlly made me cry so pls be careful

14. “I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

21. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

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Rosé rested his forehead on the cool wood of the door, jiggling the knob once more to see if the door would budge. “Nali, baby, please open the door, please.”

He tried again and again, the other side of the door silent, the knob unmoving. His heart thumped in his chest, growing desperate as he pleaded. “Please.”

Moments later, the lock clicked undone, the door opening slowly, revealing a disheveled looking Denali, his eyes red rimmed and wet, lip bleeding like he’d been biting it. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “I’ll be okay, you can go. I don’t want you to be late to dinner with your friend.”

“Honey,” he sighed, shaking his head, “I cancelled hours ago, I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

Guilt squeezed Denali’s insides, making him ache from the inside out, spreading through him like a wildfire. “Oh. Okay.”

“Can we go sit and talk, please?”

Denali nodded, anxiety clawing at his throat as Rosé led him to the couch, keeping their hands linked together as they sat.

“Baby, what’s going on? Are you having a hard time lately?”

Shrugging, Denali stared at the carpet. “I don’t know, I guess. I’ve just been really tired.”

“Is there something you’re not telling me? Baby, have you-?”

Instinctively, Denali snatched his hand away from Rosé. “No!” He replied defensively, “I-I haven’t!”

“You can tell me,” Rosé promised, keeping his voice as even as he possibly could, even though panic was attempting to steal his breath. He knew that sometimes relapses happened but it had been 6 months since Denali last hurt himself; he hoped they’d at least gotten over that hurdle. “I won’t be mad, honey, I promise. Just let me see. Please.”

Denali cried, hiccuping with fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he clutched onto the extra fabric of his sweatpants just to have something to do with his hands. “I’m so sorry, please don’t be angry with me, please!”

“Baby, my love, I’m not angry with you at all. I promise, I would never be angry at you for that. Can I please see so I can see if you need to see a doctor?”

“I don’t,” he said softly, sniffling, “I don’t need to see a doctor, they’re not as bad as they were before-“

“Okay,” Rosé nodded, “can you just let me check, honey? Please?”

Gingerly, he handed over his arm, the same side Rosé had just been holding, letting him carefully roll up his sleeve. “I’m sorry,” Denali whispered, hanging his head in shame as Rosé’s eyes scanned over the cuts on his arm. They were all superficial but that didn’t make Rosé feel any better about it, his stomach still churned painfully at the sight.

“Oh sweet boy,” he breathed, “you poor thing. Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way again?”

“I didn’t want you to be angry with me. I feel like I’ve been doing so good and I ruined it. Twice now, two days in a row.”

Rosé shifted, grabbing onto both of Denali’s hands, kissing the back of each. “I would never ever be angry at you for this. It breaks my heart but I could never be mad at you.”

“I got in trouble when I did it when I was a teenager and got in even worse trouble when I screwed up,” he said.

“It’s not a screw up, baby, it’s a relapse and it happens. It’s a part of recovery sometimes, right? We’ll get through it and I’ll be right here, no matter what.”

“Okay,” he muttered, pressing himself close to Rosé and breathing him in, Rosé playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Honey, I wanna bandage you up just to make sure everything stays clean but after can we do something to help you feel a bit better this evening? Maybe we could have a movie night and build a fort in the living room? Or we could go for a drive and listen to music? We can just head to bed early and cuddle? It’s up to you, lovely.”

“Can we do a movie night?” Denali sniffed, “and can we watch ‘Up’?”

Rosé smiled to himself, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. “Anything you want.”

With gentle hands, Rosé bandaged Denali’s injuries while Denali watched intently, trying not to cry. He kissed him and rolled his sweater sleeve back down when he was finished, the small gesture making Denali’s body relax with comfort.

“All done, baby, thank you for letting me help you,” he said sincerely, helping Denali back up, “ready for our movie night?”

“Yeah. Are you sure you’re not upset with me though?”

Rosé pulled him close gently, kissing his forehead. “Baby, I’m not upset with you. I absolutely hate that you felt like you had to hurt yourself and I’m not going to say it’s okay, but I’m not mad at you. Tomorrow we’re going to call your therapist together and try to get an earlier appointment, and we’re gonna get through it. Together, okay?”

Throwing his arms around Rosé’s neck, Denali hugged him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” he said softly into Denali’s hair.

#honestly might delete this in the morning #or when I wake up whenever that will be #I didn’t queue this for once it rlly is just 4 am rn as I type this #inwanna Scream 🫢🫢🫢#I cannot Sleep #pls ignore me I’m literally delusional rn I’m so tired #alternate breakup au

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fahbev · 2 years

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@whumper-in-training

ok I don’t know how long my caption is allowed to be, but here it is! The promised fan art! I REFUSE to be self-deprecating here because I actually do like these a lot. Basically, I read this amazing story called ACP- The Agency for Cryptids and the Paranormal, (https://whumper-in-training.tumblr.com/post/673130936584568832/acp-the-agency-for-cryptids-and-the) and I totally fell in love with the character of Zak. This STORY MAN! It broke my heart in half and then lovingly stitched it back together, like multiple times, and I think that’s the ESSENCE of a good story. So yeah I made fan art.

I was in the car on a fairly long trip, and I had my sketchbook, and I was like, hey, what should I draw? Fuck it i’m drawing Zak. So I drew Zak. I originally didn’t want to deal with how the hoodie would work with all the weird perspective and just gave him a tee-shirt, but then I yelled at myself: “COWARD! Draw the hoodie!” And so I erased the shirt and drew a hoodie. I figure that the hoodie in the picrew isn’t how the hoodie actually looks, it’s just the closest approximation you can get with a picrew, so I put an alien on it because yes. While I was drawing it though, I hit a fork in the road with the pose. I was going to draw him with his hand clawed and the other on his hip, but then I was like “what if he had his arm up instead?” And so I made two versions.

I drew werewolf Zak hell ya! I spent FOREVER inking this. Okay if was only like two hours, but inking is kinda boring and thus I procrastinated, and so it took me like three days to ink it. It took much longer than usual Bc I went over each line a bunch of times to make it look like fur/hair/eyelashes, but you can’t even see it Bc the colors are so dark! Argh! Usually color more than doubles the amount of time I spend on a drawing, but this time I just quickly threw down some color in only like an hour! I was so sure I was gonna say, “it’ll be quick” and then spend another six hours on it, because that ALWAYS happens, but it actually WAS quick so yes.

Last but not least, I drew the gang all together! Technically I drew this second, and colored it first, but you get the idea! This drawing filled me with all the happy chemicals the whole time making it y’all. After several hours it kinda wore off, but every time I zoomed in on Max’s face I got a fresh rush of serotonin. I decided to draw that one scene where they all fall asleep together because it was SO WHOLESOME! I wanted to draw the whole group, but didn’t know what kind of context to do. Then I scrolled through the blog, found that scene, reread it and was like “yes! That’s the one!”. And so I drew it. I did have to look up “do Muslim women sleep with their hijabs on?” And i’m glad it was a google search and not asking a real person Bc the response I found was basically: “No, you dumbass! Why would we do that? That makes no sense-” and several sarcastic responses to the same question on Quora and i’m just like: “:’D” I did look into it a bit more and realized the hijab has to stay on Bc while they are like family, they’re still not her mahrams. Also I figure that if I was gonna post this, even if she was alone, drawing her without it would kinda be violating her privacy yk? Like i’m exposing her for the whole internet to see. Kinda like drawing her naked would be. Anyway, I love this drawing, hope you love it too!

Ok, still keep your expectations to an army crawl because I never finish stuff, but fanfic is in the works. I am probably gonna wait until it’s finished to post it though, that way I can edit things and change earlier chapters. Also! I’m a total novice writer! So it’s probably crap! I don’t care! I have this policy that I would always rather make the cringe fanfic, wear the ugly clothing, make the stupid drawings, the cursed memes, shout all the embarrassing shit, do all the dumb things that teenagers do (as long as it’s not harmful or permanent obvi), sing all the bad karaoke, embarrass myself a TON, etc, and regret it later, cringe so hard in ten years, than to never let myself do anything, constantly hold back, never reach my full potential and regret THAT in ten years. Thank you for listening to my TED Talk. I still might very well be too shy to post it though ahhhhh. For some reason i’m WAY more shy online than irl, that makes no sense. Like I can walk up to a random person and talk to them no prob, but I get super anxious going in someone’s ask box. Maybe Bc I can’t read their body and face language like that? Idk. Like I said, just don’t expect anything.

#not tagging this bc I kinda don’t want anyone to see-

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feralghxuls · 1 year

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“can you believe this isn’t even all of it?”

i- if you’re willing and able PLEASE give us more enemies/lovers swiss/alpha i’m begging you it’s food for my soul <3

rubs my gay little hands together.

WELL.

should i tell you about the tangled mess it all becomes when we bring in alpha's history with omega? and the fact that swiss ends up mates with omega (theres a weird little triangle with rain, omega, and swiss but i wont go into it here) and he hasn't really been keeping omega in the loop about what he's been up to with alpha, but when he realizes that yeah he's definitely fallen for the little asshole, he needs to tell omega. and he's kind of scared shitless about it. he just knows broadly what went down, but enough to know this could go south quick

and how it turns out that omega and alpha's relationship, though it was mainly a D/s relationship, was incredibly toxic -- alpha demanding scenes, more and more, omega giving in even though alpha is taking far more than omega has to give, then when omega starts saying no, alpha blames his subsequent explosive meltdowns on omega, shouting about how if he'd just given him this one little thing, none of this would have happened

and how, when swiss comes clean about alpha, the fact he's been doing scenes with him for months now, and it was just supposed to be a one-off thing but it kinda just kept happening, and even though he buries the fact that he's become fond of the shithead in between everything else, omega is dead silent when he finishes explaining the situation. and then he says he needs some time. he'll let swiss know when he's ready to talk.

and how swiss makes up his mind to turn alpha down if he comes to him asking for a scene, and the fierce debate swiss has with himself when it comes down to it: simply turn apha down, refer him to someone else if he needs it that bad, or turn him down and tell him its because of omega -- which would dredge up old, aching wounds that they'll have to sort through later, shit alpha hasn't even been able to look at but if omega's still this torn up about it, surely alpha is too. the difference is that alpha is pissed. and guilty, which feeds into the fury. which is gonna result in a very nasty scene when they finally dig into it. (and long, long aftercare)

orrr should i tell yall about a little hc of mine that swiss loves taking photos of everyone, he likes to do little photoshoots and get them printed and everything, and he asks alpha one day if he can take pictures of him. he's already been viciously turned down when he's asked to record him during scenes before, but swiss thinks a nice artful nude photoshoot would do alpha some good. a nice confidence boost, not in an ego boosting way bc satan knows he doesnt need more of that, but in a seeing himself as pretty way. he wants alpha to see himself the way swiss sees him.

like a pathetic little freak? i dont need that shit on film

well. that doesn't go over how swiss imagined it. somehow he'd forgotten that he exclusively calls alpha nasty mean things, its just how they function, but he doesn't really see alpha like that anymore. but he cant backpedal out of this, not when alphas immediately in a hissy, hairtrigger reactive mood, but he says that they should meet up later so he can explain what he means, and alpha is huffy and nasty about it but he thinks about it all day, what the hell else swiss couldve meant by that. it never occurred to him that swiss might see him in a positive light

but uh. dont get it twisted. no matter how fond of alpha swiss gets, or how easy it gets for alpha to spill his guts to swiss, they're still teeth and blood and claws and it just means they know what cuts the deepest

(and once again none of this would exist without the partner in crime @citruspuppy >:3)

#dorito.txt #dorito writes #dorito answers #i love that yall like this #ive been cooking this shit up with my friend in dms for SO LONG yall dont even KNOW #there's a confession in the carnage

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Rut

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW

Request: Hi, custard💕 your writing is soso wonderful! Can I request headcanons about alpha!Kuroo, alpha!Atsumu, alpha!Sakusa (separately) going into rut with his fem!omega!S/O?

Summary: You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Author’s Note: Holy wow guys, going through my requests, there’s a lot of Sakusa ones. So I caved and decided this is a good a place as any to start with him! And thank you so much!

I’m vibrating bc I just got accepted into Uni and just-

Requests: Open!

WARNING: Smut, Daddy Kink in Atsumu, slight bondage in Sakusa’s. Please give me some daddy kink asks

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵Ah yes, thirst asks. One of my favorites- even if I try keeping up the innocent writer façade. I’m not. My other blog has some filthy smut on it.

➵ Anyway, moving on.

➵ Kuroo is a rough lover as is. He teases, he drags you along a long, long road for you orgasm, pounding you into the mattress. and drawing all sorts of pathetic mewls out of you.

➵It’s okay to drool.

➵It’s just his alpha instincts that make him want to mark you from tit to toe.

➵He, on a normal basis, bites you and claws your hips anyway, but when his rut hits?

➵He’s feral.

➵ There will be bite marks littered up and down your spine and bruises practically imprinted on your hips.

➵You better believe you are not leaving your nest until his rut is done. You are stuck.

➵Though he’s always ears open incase you need to tap out, his alpha always always putting you first.

➵But if you stick through it?

➵He is rough and feral and pounding into your poor abused entrance until your sobbing.

➵ You most likely have to plan for his rut two weeks in advance

➵Which is hard between dancing around his pre-rut symptoms and prepping yourself for what is sure to be a week of pure, filthy sex.

➵Okay let’s side bar into Pre-rut bc I don’t think I went into a lot.

➵Tetsuro’s Pre-rut isn’t terrible. He mostly just sticks around as often as he can, growling at anyone who steps too close to you, feeding you his lunch, scenting you constantly.

➵Definitely one of the better ones to have during this time, I tell ya.

➵But of course, he makes it a little difficult while your trying to discreetly stock up on easy grab snacks and water jugs.

➵Kenma helps out a lot though, he honestly is probably your best friend is your dating Kuroo.

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The hand around your throat kept you pinned to the plush bottom of your nest. Your mewls and moans were muffled but at this point you couldn’t hear them, even if you wanted too, through the blood rushing through your ears. Your hips hurt with how hard Tetsuro was gripping them, pulling you in time with his thrusts.

“Fuck kitten.” His growl had you gushing slick around his cock, making him, in turn, growl lower. His hips were moving at such a rapid pace, you couldn’t see them, even if you wanted to. All you could do was feel his cock drag in and out of your gushing hole, pleasure wringing your stomach like a wet towel.

“Alpha- Alpha, gonna- gonna cum on your- your- holy FUCK-” You turned your head to bite the pillows beneath you, feeling yourself tighten around Tetsuro. He sunk his teeth into your mating mark, making you gasp as you came with a loud whimper, pushing back onto him as he continued fucking you within an inch of any actual thoughts.

Just your alpha and how good he was making you feel.

You felt his hips still as a warm load of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim and making you hum in bliss. Tetsuro chuckled, unlatching from your neck and lapping at the pearls of blood poking through. He allowed you to catch your breath before pulling you to sit on his thighs, cock still buried deep inside of you-- his knot just barely staying out.

“Good kitten. Now, let’s see if I can fuck some pups into you.”

Atsumu Miya

➵Alright, let’s set the seeds of how I imagine one of the Miya’s in bed.

➵Atsumu absolutely adores the earth you walk on.

➵Even if he had to fight Osamu for you in the beginning. It was all worth it.

➵He treated you well, worshipping you in bed. There is never a time he hasn’t had you quivering because of his tongue.

➵He, however, is also such an asshole in the bedroom.

➵Like yes, he’s pulling you to sit on his face, but yes, he’s also edging you until your sobbing and grinding your self against him.

➵If your riding him, he’s suddenly holding your hips down and making you cockwarm him while he does some sort of shit on his phone.

➵If he’s holding you missionary, he can just as quickly can pull you into a mating press, locking your arms between your chest and knees, absolutely pounding into your poor entrance.

➵ So while Atsumu can be generous and can absolutely worship you, he also can and will be a huge asshole.

➵His rut doesn’t make it any better.

➵He just gets worse.

➵He either makes you sob with pleasure or beg for something.

➵Like, you thought Atsumu would be the horny, needy, whiny one?

➵You thought wrong. Atsumu knows exactly how to turn his hormones against you, make them work for him

➵Side bar once more: Atsumu’s pre-rut? SUCKS-

➵Sorry not sorry.

➵This man prolly doesn’t realize his rut is approaching until you pop into the gym, excusing him from practice for the week.

➵He doesn’t care about it before that. Sorry man.

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“Is your alpha’s cock not enough for you?” His voice was silky as he hissed at you, fingers clawing at your hips, keeping you perched just above his knot. “I thought I was the horny one.”

You whimpered above him, hands clawing his shoulders as you struggled to hold yourself up. You didn’t want to disappoint daddy, did you?

A harsh smack to your ass had you yelping, throwing your head back as you cried out a mix between a chirp and a moan.

“Answer Daddy when he’s talking to you.”

“I’m sorry Daddy- so sorry! I promise to be good. Be good for Daddy. Patient and good. Daddy’s cock fills me so nicely-” You yelped when another smack stung your ass cheeks, making you shut your mouth.

Atsumu grumbled into your chest, loosening his grip ever so slightly before pulling you up, quickly slamming you down before repeating the process. He ignored any protest you gave, instead chasing his own release. Slick dripped between your thighs, coating his own thighs as well.

“Is my prince(ss) making a mess of themselves?” He snickered, keeping his pace as you built up to your orgasm. You nodded wildly, trying to keep up with his brutal pace.

“Just for daddy!” You yelped, throwing your head onto his shoulder. “Daddy- gonna-gonna cum!”

You nearly cried when he stopped, feeling him chuckle into your chest.

“Not yet, sweet cheeks. After all...This week is all about daddy.”

Kiyoomi Sakusa

➵Sakusa, Sakusa, Sakusa. Where do I begin with you sweet prince.

➵ You know what, we’ll start with our sidebar.

➵It’s not you prepping. It’s him. He like- hardcore- nests. Like he’s the alpha, yeah, but there’s so many things he has to prep.

➵Like your nest? All the blankets have to be sanitized and re-scented and the pillows have to be washed and re fluffed-

➵His room (Where you keep one of many nests) has to be cleaned and reorganized and he has to restock your snack stash and purify the water jugs-

➵God he just has so much to do okay-

➵Sex itself is just a lot of work for poor Sakusa.

➵He’s come a long way though.

➵Only for you though.

➵I can imagine Omi being super into Toys because less... ya know...

➵He’ll still fuck you until your knees wobble and knock together, but he’s also into the little bullet vibrators that he can hold onto your nipples or clit (Dependent)

➵His rut makes these unacceptable. His alpha won’t allow it.

➵He can pleasure you just fine without the use of toys,

➵I can also imagine he’d be super into, like, face to face positions so he focus on your beautiful features instead on the mess below you guys.

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Your wrists were bound above your head with your knees pressed to your chest. The smell of alcohol was pungent under the stench of sex, making your nose scrunch. Omi was keeping you pinned, thrusting in slow, calculated thrusts, grinding against you with ever pull.

You were whimpering with every pull and push of Omi’s cock against your walls, teasing you in the most aggravating, but delicious, way.

You could see the way he eyes your every reaction, beautiful eyes blown with lust tracing every facial feature of yours. Watching every reaction you gave him. Watching you.

He grunted when your walls clutched him a little too tightly, slowing his thrusts a little more. “So good to me omega, letting me use you any way I want. “

He hissed when the praise seemed to do nothing but clutch him tighter, teetering him even closer to the edge. He wouldn’t give in, pulling out completely, instead replacing his dick with his fingers and teasing your sweet spot (He could practically pinpoint it at this point).

Slick coated his fingers, making him smirk as you withered against him. Turns out, you were just as close as he was, if not closer.

“Now, let’s see how good I can be to you.”

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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what if one day Kirishima or Bakugou heard you telling your friend how you faked an orgasm last time y’all fucked because he was tired after patrol n all. Kiri would feel so bad or guilty that he’d keep giving, making you come again and again. But Balugou’d be so fucking insulted, he’d either forbid you from coming for the next two weeks or make you come again n again till you’re begging him to stop. Both of them fucking you till you’re all stupid, drooling and saying “Than’ you, thank you”

I went with Kirishima bc I’m in a soft mood rn. I wanna get fucked and filled but like very gently, like have him come up behind me and lift my hips while I’m working on my laptop and just move my shorts and slide inside.

(Warnings - NSFW, fingering, cunnilingous, overstimulation, ignored consent)

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Kirishima doesn’t let on that he had heard.

He’d just flop down behind you where you’re laying on the floor, playing a game on your phone. You turn to look at him but he just pushes you back towards your front

“Focus on your game baby.”

He starts tugging down your shorts, and you quickly get what's about to transpire, opening your legs a little and lifting your hips to help him out. Shorts and panties off, Kiri quickly lifts up one of your legs, pushing it so it’s next to your chest, pussy on full display. You don’t feel too shy, plus you were doing as he said, focusing on your game.

Fingers first, running along your folds, unhurried and steady. He twirls them around your clit, gently massaging at the pink of your cunt. You relax, sighing as he touches you, heat already rising in your tummy.

Right now though, you can tell that Kirishima just wants to touch you and fuck you while you keep playing your game, and he’s in no rush.

By the time he’s eased three fingers into you, your clit is buzzing, hips jerking. You’re still playing your game, able to keep your focus forward and on your phone. But it feels good, and you’re ready to sink into Kiri’s arms and let him fuck you to sleep.

He makes you cum with his fingers, dancing around your g-spot, pressing into hard and fast, flicking his wrist, thumb rubbing little circles around your clit. You moan, relaxed and flushed and feeling so, so good.

After you ride out the wave of your orgasm, you move to turn over, offer your throat or maybe your hands to your boyfriend, return the favor, make him feel good too. But the man stills you with his hands, chuckling.

“Nah, stay right there, I’m not finished yet.”

“Wha-?” You get your breath knocked out of you as he shoves you back onto your stomach, and then he’s breathing over your cunt, making you twitch and writhe.

“Fuck, you’re so wet now.” He huffed, dipping closer to nose at your entrance, and you gasp at the touch. “Dripping. Can’t wait to taste.” And so he didn’t, flicking his tongue out to taste your juices, humming as he did so, smacking his lips together.

His hands came to rest on the tops of your thighs, pulling you close to his face so he could lap at your pussy. “Don’t forget about your game.” He reminded, before diving in fully, licking and slurping and sucking at your clit, plunging his tongue into your entrance, rubbing it against your walls.

Your legs shake, and you moan, upper body curling in on yourself as you get dragged through instant, building pleasure as Kiri’s squishy tongue lathers all over your pulsing cunt.

The man makes you cum again, and then once more with his tongue, and by then you’re crying, game forgotten.

“Kiri stop, I can’t take anymore. No more, no more please! Oh-ah-ah, wait!” You yelped squirming in his hold, legs squeezing together as you tried to force him to stop licking you.

All you accomplished was crushing his head between your thighs, keeping him locked close. You could feel his smile before he dug back in with fervor, pushing his tongue as far as he could manage into your wet, pink opening.

It hurt, it felt good, it was too much! With another useless thrash, you sobbed into the carpet, hitting the ground in frustration and overstimulation as you begged for your boyfriend to stop.

With one last, stomach-flipping suck, Kirishima detached from your cunt, sitting back on his heels. “Fuckkk baby, You’re so sensitive. That feel good? You came like, three times!”

Hiccuping, you managed to turn onto your back, fixing your boyfriend with a tear-filled gaze. “I told-hic-I told you to stop! Why didn’t you... I wanted-hic-you to stop Kiri...”

Your boyfriend cooed, swooping close to press wet lips to your forehead, smoothing down your hair. “I know baby.” His voice was so sweet, he was almost baby-talking you. “But I want you to feel really nice, okay? I’m gonna make you cum a bunch, get your pussy all sore.”

He wasn’t done? Eyes widening, you pushed him away, immediately trying to sit up, but Kiri pushed you back down onto your back, holding you there with a large hand splayed across your chest.

“No, stay there. Here-” he reached above your head, picking up your phone to deposit it in your hands, dipping down for another wet kiss pressed against your forehead. “-Just play your game.”

Clutching your phone to your chest, you could only nod. You always listened to your boyfriend, let him tell you what to do. You trusted him.

Kirishima patted your cheek lovingly, giving you a gentle smile before drawing back. He situated your legs so that one was between his own, your other leg slung over his thigh, so he was essentially sitting on one of your legs, holding you down.

He was already naked, had been from the moment he had settled down behind you. Kirishima lined himself up, taking a second to use the mushroom head of his dick to play with your folds, rubbing along the slick flesh, tapping at your clit, rubbing his pre-cum onto your skin.

When you whined, hands still gripping your phone, Kiri grinned, still focused on your pussy. “Getting impatient babe? Don’t make me tell you again, keep playing your game.”

You did as he said, hesitantly switching your attention back to your phone, clicking it on, tapping back ti the game you had been playing. Now that you weren’t focused on him, it came as surprise when he pushed the tip inside, the man making a little noise as he bit his lip, closing his eyes.

He kept just the tip inside, thrusting in tiny little circles, never going deeper. It was teasing at pleasure, and you wanted more. But you were determined to be good, and kept your eyes and mind on your phone, letting Kirishima have his fun playing with your puffy, overstimulated hole.

You almost choked when he pushed in completely, slow but steady. “K-Kiri! Oh!”

“Mm, yes baby? God, your pussy is so hot, always makes me cum so fast. This time I’m gonna make sure you cum, alright? I’m not gonna stop though, want you to cum lots of times, ‘kay?”

The reveal of his plan made you squirm, fingers itching to drop your phone and reach for your boyfriend. You don’t think you’d survive that, could survive that. You were already sensitive, content with the orgasms he had pulled from you.

Usually you were always up for sex, Kirishima always able to rile you up. But right now you were tired, and you’d already cum. You just wanted to suck Kiri off and maybe take a shower, not get pounded into oblivion.

Immediately, Kirishima started out thrusting hard and fast, aiming for your g-spot, hips hammering against your ass. You squealed, back arching, but you were proud that you held onto your phone, even though you wanted to drop it and claw at the carpet. The way he was straddling your leg made it impossible for you to escape his grip, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself crying through another orgasm, sobbing as it rippled through your body, stomach clenching hard.

“Oh god, oh, that’s good.” Kiri breathed, stilling his hips. “I feel like ‘m gonna cum, jesus.”

You thought you were done after that.

And then he started moving again, curling forward so he could rest his elbows beside your face, bury his head in your neck. Before doing that though, he looped your arms around his neck, throwing your phone to the side, finally giving you permission to use your hands.

They went to his hair, clutching at the strands as his hips worked into you at a torturous pace, small circles, big circles, then straight thrusting before he repeated the pattern. Not an inch of your insides was left untouched.

“No.... Kiri...ah, ple-e-e-ase, aHhH!” You begged, body limp underneath him.

“Nope.” The man shook his head, brow furrowed in determination. You were still present enough to be able to tell that he was struggling, fighting not to cum, sweat dripping off his temples. “You’re gonna cum for me again, and again, and again until I let you stop, got it?”

“I do-n’tttt-!” You sobbed, unable to finish your sentence. You came again, convulsing in his hold, eyes rolling back in your head when one of his hands began torturing your clit, rubbing circles, thumbing at the bud, pressing hard.

It was beginning to be difficult to make sense of the world, your experience reduced to pleasurable sensations.

There was Kirishima’s body above you, heavy, damp with sweat, muscles rippling as he moved.

The scent of sex filled the air, sweat and your juices and Kirishima’s natural musk infiltrating your nose.

The unsteady build of pleasure in your gut, tummy flip-flopping with each thrust. Carpet rubbing against your back, soft red hair under your fingers, wet lips pressing to your neck in sweet kisses and toe-curling hickies.

All of the sensations swirled together, until you could barely discern up from down.

“-el good? Baby? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes-nnh-yes!” You cried, bucking your hips back against his, forcing his cock deeper and deeper until his fat balls could be felt against your ass. “Feels..... mm..... nice.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you pulled at Kiri’s hair.

“Yeah? Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum, gonna-fuck, gonna cum-!” Kirishima panted, resuming his sweet, romantic kisses to your neck and clavicle.

“Thank-thank you Kiri! Th-ank-th-oh-”

It’s okay if he hadn’t listened to you at first. You felt nice now, floating on clouds.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #thinking of getting into #regular sexy content #not just dark content #just hot sexy stuff lol

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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🥺 babe 🥺 bAbE

What if Jask gets sick at Kaer Morhen but tries to hide it from Geralt bc he doesn't want him to think he's gross/weak/etc? And Geralt has the Feelings Braincell for once?

oh babe... thank you

tw: sickness, falling unconscious, fever, whump/angst with a happy ending

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Jaskier knew he had a fever the moment he woke up. He could feel it burning beneath this skin like a forge, flushing his face a more vibrant shade of pink than usual. He glared at his reflection in the small, round mirror above his dressing table and willed himself to feel better. It was his first winter at Kaer Morhen, and he didn’t want Geralt to think he’d made a mistake by inviting Jaskier along to stay. The bard knew that his stoic, self-loathing Witcher would blame himself immediately for any misfortune or illness that befell Jaskier. Geralt might even reconsider inviting him back again someday. So he had to keep his little bug a secret until he was well. Surely it was nothing major. Surely it would pass after a few days, unnoticed and unremarkable.

He should have known better.

Jaskier dabbed a bit more perfume than usual (which was generally none at all) beneath his ears and along his wrists. He hoped the peony-lavender mixture would mask whatever kind of scent his illness might carry and slowly, carefully made his way down the long stone staircase that led from the guest bedroom to the enormous kitchen. His limbs felt achy and tired, even though he’d slept heavily the night previous. His head sat heavy and unbalanced atop his shoulders; the world wavered and spun around him as he desperately tried to keep from pitching sideways into the wall.

“You alright there, boy?” Vesemir asked, catching his eye from the bottom of the stairs. “You seem a bit… nervous.”

Maybe his anxiety was doing a better job of hiding his secret than the perfume.

“Just a little wool between my ears this morning,” the bard laughed brightly, ignoring the searing pain that throbbed through his chest with the movement, “I think I might go chop some wood and see if the brisk mountain air helps clear it out faster.”

“Hmm,” the eldest Wolf nodded sagely. There was no doubt which teacher Geralt had admired most as a pup. “Alright. Be safe, take care. I’ll send someone to fetch you when breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you, Vesemir,” Jaskier bowed shallowly and headed for the kitchen’s back door. He took the axe into his hands and tried not to sway on his feet from the added weight. The bard covered his tracks by throwing a smile back over his shoulder and pushing the door open. “See you for breakfast!”

He stepped out of the keep and let the heavy slab of wood slam shut behind him. The early morning sky above Kaer Morhen was cloudless and the sun was bright, blinding him entirely. His situation only worsened when the sudden change in temperature, from the warm kitchen to the freezing mountainside, punched the air from his lungs in one thick cloud. He struggled to regain it as he wove his way through the snow drifts to the woodpile. Slowly, and with great effort, Jaskier lined up a thick log to be split.

The world felt watery and far away. His hand, which he knew to be attached to the end of his arm by some miracle, would not obey his command to pick up the axe again. His lungs felt heavy in his chest cavity and his legs suddenly ached with a fierce intensity.

With a quiet cry of protest against his own body failing him, Jaskier collapsed into the snow.

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Jaskier’s heartbeat was so slow and quiet, his limbs unmoving and his lips nearly blue from the cold; Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever been so scared before in his life. He turned to Vesemir and asked, barely keeping the frantic terror from clawing its way out of his throat: “How long was he out there?”

“Half an hour at most,” the grey Wolf shrugged. “I don’t really remember, Geralt. I was busy taking care of the breakfast arrangements.”

“Fuck!”

“Calm down,” Eskel ordered. He frowned at Geralt from his place at Jaskier’s opposite side. He’d helped carry the bard from the courtyard to Geralt’s room and was just as worried about the human’s wellbeing. “Panicking won’t help him. Now, what’s the problem?”

“It’s hard to tell over all that stupid perfume,” Lambert snarled. “Stupid fucking bard fucking knew we would be able to smell it on him. He covered his gods-damned tracks.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt murmured, having grown suddenly calm. He let the back of his knuckles drag softly across the bard’s too-hot cheek until he could stick a stray lock of sweaty brown hair back behind his ear. “You idiot.”

The bard shifted against the blanket they’d laid him on, his brow wrinkling. His arms twitched slightly, as if he was trying to move them, and he whined plaintively: “G’ralt.”

“I’m here, Jask,” the Witcher replied quickly, forgetting they weren’t alone in the room. He took one of the bard’s freezing hands into his own and began rubbing the warmth back into his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you better. You’ll be alright.”

“Who are you trying to reassure?” Lambert huffed a short laugh. “You or the bard?”

“Leave off,” Eskel shot his younger brother a glare. The redhead rolled his eyes and moved to lean against the wall near the door. Eskel continued speaking to Lambert, but his eyes were back on Jaskier, who kept trying to get closer to Geralt even in his sleep. “Why don’t you go grab some clean clothes from his room while we get him warmed up and conscious again.”

“Fine,” Lambert spat. But he took off at a quick trot, regardless.

“Geralt, get his wet clothes off and get him wrapped up. Eskel, you come with me to the kitchen. I’ll need help carrying things and I’m sure the bard would prefer some privacy in this particular matter.”

Eskel nodded his agreement and followed Vesemir from the room, leaving Geralt alone with Jaskier. The White Wolf hurried to undress and swaddle the bard with a warm, heavy wool blanket and several furs, talking all the while in a low, worried voice. “Fuck, Jaskier. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened and that you- Why did you hide it? Why wouldn’t you- Are you afraid of me? Is that why you didn’t come to me for help?”

Jaskier’s lids fluttered open and Geralt watched with nervous anticipation as two of the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, blue as cornflowers and brighter than the spring sky, tried their best to focus on his face. “Geralt?”

“I’m here, Jaskier. What’s ailing you? Please, tell me how I can help you.”

“Hurts,” the bard managed to groan. “To breathe.”

“Fuck,” Geralt growled. “We need to get you warm. Lambert should be back with your clothes by now.”

Jaskier’s head lolled back against the pillow and he struggled to reach for his Witcher, “Hold me.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll warm up-” he gasped between words, as if every syllable pained him to expel “-faster if… you hold me.”

“Hmm,” Geralt’s brows furrowed in frustration. He knew Jaskier was right, that he’d feel better faster with skin-on-skin contact, but he also wanted to hold Jaskier for other, less emergency-based reasons. That was unacceptable. Losing Jaskier to death or sickness or other human reasons was intolerable but losing him, in all senses of the word, because of Geralt’s impossible feelings? That would be truly horrendous.

The warring factions of his heart were still clamoring over a decision when Eskel and Vesemir re-entered carrying two large trays. One was covered with foodstuffs and the other held an enormous clay teapot and mugs. A small pot of honey, gathered from Vesemir’s very own beehives, was the most obvious sign of affection Geralt had ever seen the older man display for a near-stranger.

“I’m gonna… get… spoiled,” Jaskier gasped. The eldest Wolf shot Geralt a glare.

“Why aren’t you in there with him? You know the best way to warm up a hypothermic person is skin contact, Geralt! I certainly taught you better than this.”

“I didn’t-” he stuttered. “I wasn’t-”

“He’s afraid,” Jaskier smiled sadly, cuddling himself deeper into the furs as he turned his gaze towards the fire. All three of the Witchers could smell his sadness, even more potent than the illness ravaging his delicate human body. Geralt winced when his brother and father glared at him in tandem, expressions nearly matching in fury. The bard was still looking away, watching the flames send dancing patterns of light against the stone walls. “Don’t worry… won’t ask… for any more.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. “May I hold you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Vesemir smiled beneath his mustache. Jaskier was too tired to blush, and opted to bury his head in Geralt’s shoulder instead. “Come along, Eskel. Let’s see what Lambert has gotten up to.”

“What about Jaskier’s clothes?”

“He can borrow Geralt’s for now. I’m sure our White Wolf won’t mind sharing; he’s the possessive type, after all.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and grumbled out of habit more than disagreement.

When Vesemir and Eskel had gone for good and the door was closed, Geralt pulled Jaskier out of the furs and removed his own shirt. He settled the bard against his chest and buried his nose in Jaskier’s dark hair, breathing in the scents of sweat and sickness and now, thank the gods, tangy-bright happiness. “Gods, Jaskier. Don’t scare me like that ever again. I can’t lose you.”

“I didn’t… want… to disappoint.”

“You never do and never will,” Geralt intoned. He pulled the furs over them both and splayed his large hands across Jaskier’s back. The bard’s skin was overly hot in some places and freezing in others; Geralt buried his panic in order to care for... for the man he loved. He took a deep breath and rubbed slow circles between the bard’s shoulder blades. “I… I love you, Jaskier.”

“Hmm,” the bard hummed tunelessly. “Love you… too.”

Geralt helped him sit up and drink a mug of tea. He listened, slowly allowing himself to relax, as Jaskier’s breathing eased and his heartbeat balanced. When the tea was gone and the fire was re-built to Geralt’s satisfaction, the Witcher tucked Jaskier’s head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around the bard’s shoulders. “Oh, my little lark. I’ve been so foolish for too long.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier grinned into the Witcher’s warm pectoral. “Me... too.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time when you feel better,” Geralt murmured, lips pressing over and over to the top of the bard’s head. Jaskier couldn’t keep himself from smiling, even as he drifted back to sleep. The Witcher felt something settle in his chest when he whispered: “Rest up, dear heart. There are many more adventures to be had.”

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lipstickbisous · 3 years

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plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵

breath ⟶ chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI

a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.

let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.

“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.

you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”

oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”

he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.

chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it.

“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.

“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit.

it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?”

you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.

he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”

you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?”

then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”

“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.

his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”

your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”

you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”

with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.

chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.

ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think

#chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #esme answers #asks

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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“Cold Weather,” Pt 2 Levi x Reader

using this gif again bc oof and I’m also running out of Levi gifs to use

Summary: modern day Levi. After getting stuck in a blizzard and taking shelter in a cabin with no heat, skin to skin isn’t the only thing you two would be using to get warm

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk, choking, smut period. any who

PART ONE

“I know what else we can do to get warm.”

“Levi,” Your eyes were glued on his, the smirk on his face only growing the more your face started to get red.

You would admit that there is a lot of sexual tension there but you weren’t too sure if it was only because you two were forced to cuddle half naked for warmth or if Levi had caught on to your feelings that you had for him.

Either way you didn’t want to protest or act as if you didn’t want to do anything with him. The way his eyes had burned through your body made your skin hot and made you want more of his touch on your body.

Levi’s fingers had traced over your bare skin, sliding down to slip the strap of your bra off your shoulder and a lump started to form in your throat as his eyes stayed on yours, never once looking away and you didn’t dare break the eye contact no matter how nervous you started to get.

He was swift when reaching around your back and unclipping your bra with no issue, feeling it drop and he slipped it off your arms and tossed it behind him in a blink of an eye. He wanted to take his time, with you at least. The feelings he had for you were more than enough to give him the boost of confidence to do the things he’s been wanting to do.

In an instant, his lips were back on yours and his body had moved over to hover over yours as he forced his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring the new space and taking over the dominance quite quickly but only because you didn’t bother, the amount of butterflies you felt roaming inside your stomach as your body ached for him more as each second passes by- you let him do whatever he wanted to do.

His chest pressed down on yours, one hand flat on the floor to hold himself up above you while his free hand had wrapped around your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze and suddenly his mouth was off of yours and peppering kisses along your jawline, his hair hanging down and tickling your skin.

The air around you was thick, between his kisses and the tension in the air- you were practically choking. You were frozen, your arms and legs numb and not just from the freezing cold weather that surrounded the cabin and outside of it- but Levi’s sudden actions, it had you complete stunned to the point where you couldn’t move.

The thought of this had ran through your head multiple times in the past but you were never brave enough to cross the line of ruining a friendship you admired so much. He’s your best friend, the only person you can truly count on and secretly- the both of you would dream of this moment and now that’s it’s happening, you’re stuck in place.

He had noticed your stale movements while kissing your neck and collarbone, his eyes flickering up towards you as he held his body up above yours, the worried look on his face like he had did something wrong, thinking this isn’t what you wanted.

“We don’t have to..” He started to say, not really knowing the right words to say. It grew awkward and you snapped out of your endless thoughts to meet his gaze.

Suddenly you felt stupid, you were too caught up in your own head and was too scared to embrace your feelings for him that you made him feel embarrassed for even thinking something like this would work.

“Levi, you’re the only person I’ve wanted to do this with.” You tried to assure him, leaning up and smashing your lips onto his.

Your small hands had trailed down his bare chest and suddenly he had gain somewhat of his confidence back, grabbing a hold of your hands and pinned them down against the floor, your fingers intertwining with his and his hips had firmly pressed against yours.

The swarm of butterflies and sparks that you felt made you want to freeze up again. You were never the type to be this bold, especially towards someone you’ve been in love with for years. You still had that mindset where you would be rejected by him even though his lips were molded into yours.

You tried to shove that anxiety out of your mind, feeling his hips roll into yours making a random moan fall from your lips and onto his. It was getting more than hot in this empty cabin, the feeling of his hard length pressed against you along with the only two fabrics of clothing you both wore- it was making your breath uneven and your kiss sloppy.

Levi had pulled back first, breathless and his eyes had stared down into yours, a small smile appearing on his lips and he had let go of one of your hands to cup your cheek, stroking it then grabbed onto your chin.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He mumbled, moving his fingers down your body and swiftly slipped your underwear down your legs, making your heart pound.

You shook your head, keeping your eyes on his while his fingertips tickled your inner thighs as he teasingly ran them up your leg, spreading them apart with his knee and unexpectedly rubbed just one finger through your folds, making you shudder under his touch.

“Every time I look at you, all I can think about is you underneath me...” He used two fingers to rub through your folds, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“All the times I’ve thought about you late at night, taking all of me, moaning my name, making a mess all over my sheets..” His words had you already throbbing and he barely even touched you, his fingers teasing you.

“You drive me crazy without even trying.” His other hand grabbed onto your throat, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and a smirk appeared on his face.

Suddenly he had his fingers at your entrance, just barely hovering over it and he could tell how impatient you were just by the way your hips were trying to grind against his fingers, you were already a mess underneath him and he hasn’t even began to start pleasing you the way he wanted to.

Levi tilted his head, leaning down to pepper a kiss on your jawline and leaned down towards your ear as your hands made their way around his back, nails already clawing at his skin and he let out a soft breath.

“Tch, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a mess.” He taunted, a chuckle falling from his lips and it made you want to roll the both of you over and slap that smirk off his face- he was being too cocky, knowing how badly you wanted him.

“You’re being too cocky.” You scoffed under your breath, almost rolling your eyes and he raised his eyebrows in amusement as he stared down at you.

“I think I’m allowed to be.”

You hummed, a smile coming across your lips until he abruptly slipped both of his fingers inside of you, your mouth instantly parting open and another gasp slipped out.

The smirk on his face was evident, enjoying himself a little too much as he moved his fingers at a even pace, twisting them and using his free hand to rest beside your head to hold himself up.

He wanted to watch your facial expressions, wanting it to feed his ego, wanting to see just how much he can pleasure you, how good he can pleasure you. He was one cocky asshole but you couldn’t deny the fact he knew how to make you feel good.

Your back almost arched off the floor, wanting to move your hips up into his hand but he was quick to press your hips down with his free hand, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he tilted his head up at you.

“Do that again and I’ll have no choice but to stop and leave you here soaking wet.” He teased, the tip of his tongue sticking out and licking over his dry lips.

You wanted to protest, fight back or shoot him a dirty look but the way he looked right now, the way he was being so dominant with you- it was really turning you on and you wanted it to continue for the rest of the night.

But you still wanted to slap that cocky smirk off his face but it was worth the feeling of his fingers knuckles deep inside of you, making you clench around them and throw your head back against the blankets.

“Good girl.” He purred, sitting himself up on his knees and looked down at his fingers, watching himself finger fuck you.

He couldn’t resist, he wanted to pull his fingers out and fuck you into oblivion but he had to restrain himself, he wanted to enjoy this, enjoy you and the way your beautiful body laid out in front of him like this- the only light making your skin glow was the fire from the fireplace.

He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, he was in awe of you and the position you were in. Your head back, your eyes closed and the effortless moans falling from yours lips was like music to his ears. He was so fascinated with you, so intrigued, so in love.

Levi’s mouth was practically drooling at the sight that he almost forgot he was thrusting his fingers inside of you until your moans had grown louder, knowing how close he was edging you to your orgasm.

He thought about it, should he let you cum around his fingers? He did want a good taste of you, he wanted to watch your face mix with pleasure as your legs tremble beneath him.

Gosh, he was thinking too much about you that he was close to almost cumming in his boxers. He shook his head at the thoughts, his eyes fully trained back onto you as he continued slamming his fingers inside your tight hole, using his other hand to rub circular motions on your clit.

“Levi.. I’m gonna,” You practically whined out, making his eyes shoot up to yours and he groaned under his breath.

“Cum on my fingers.” He praised you on, mumbling soft words like how you were beautiful to him.

He had watched your face scrunch up, the orgasm washing over you like a fresh shower, making your legs slightly tremble and your breathing started to get heavier. He licked his lips at the sight of you, he was hungry for you in ways he couldn’t even explain.

He was quick to take his fingers out once you were done and licked the cum off of them, humming at the taste of you. He was enjoying himself too much but he made sure you were enjoying the moment more.

Your cheeks were flushed as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes connecting with his hungry ones and he moved his fingers down to rub your sensitive core, making your legs close tightly but he forced them open.

“I’m not done with you yet, brat.” The nickname easily dripped off his tongue and it had made another throbbing sensation hit you.

He was quick to reach his hands down to his boxers, finally taking them off and freeing his length that was more than desperate to be let out. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance over his entire bare body as he was above you, your eyes trailing down and lump had formed in your throat.

The butterflies you felt was unexplainable. You couldn’t believe just how perfect he looked naked, it made you almost choke on the air around you.

His hand grabbing your chin made you snap out of your thoughts, your big eyes looking up at his and he softly pressed his lips on yours, the kiss was slow but your lips were still swollen from the rough makeout session you had moments ago before he had his fingers deep inside of you.

He was craving your touch so desperately, he was clingy and was more than horny but he wanted this kiss to be a lot more meaningful because he still loved you deeply.

He pulled back, his face hovering over yours while his nose brushed up against your own nose. He had given you a soft smile, his fingertips brushing over your soft skin and it made your heart swell.

Levi planted one more kiss on your lips, settling himself between your legs as he grabbed a firm hold of his length, teasingly rubbing his tip along your folds, his face still inches above yours before he slid himself in slowly but he didn’t hesitate to fill you up completely.

Your mouth parted open, another moan slipping off your tongue and he took the opportunity to spit inside of your mouth then molded your lips together in a heated kiss, mixing your tongues together.

All of this had sent you in a state of euphoria, almost seeing stars blur up your vision and your hips instantly moved up to meet his soft thrusts until he started to speed up his pace, pressing your body down into the floor.

He had kept his eyes on you, the sense of wanting to watch over your beautiful state and your expressions as he stimulated you. He was sure he would end up cumming just by the look of your face but he wanted this to be a lot more meaningful. He didn’t care about the sex, he wanted this to be about you.

He would do anything for you and he knew about the strong feelings you’ve had for him for well over a few years so that only pushed him to make you feel everything tonight. He could care less about orgasming, he could care less about pleasuring himself. He was so deeply in love with you that this, your first time with him, was something to remember.

“Fuck, go harder.” You barely managed to stumble out of your mouth, making his eyebrows furrow and stare down at you.

He had done what you said, his hips slamming into yours and the sounds of the fire cracking and both of your skins slapping together echoed through the empty cabin.

Your skin grew hot, your cheeks red and the intense pleasure you were feeling made your eyes water and your head ended up leaning back as your eyes fluttered shut, your nails clawing at his back, sure to leave scratches on his soft skin.

You could already feel yourself nearing your second orgasm, multiple profanities, whines and moans falling from your lips and when he felt your walls clench around him, he made sure to quicken his pace as much as he could, wanting to send you over the edge again.

“Are you going to cum for me a second time, brat?” He voice mumbled into your ear, his lips trailing sloppy kisses just below your ear and on your neck and you held onto his biceps tightly.

You slightly nodded your head, stuttering out a small ‘yes’ and he purposely sunk his teeth into your skin and it made you almost squeal, his large hand moving up to grab onto one of your breasts.

“Be a good girl and cum for daddy.” The dirty talking he was doing in your ear was working in his favor, it had made you wrap your legs around his torso, feeling him almost pull out of you completely just to thrust back into you roughly.

Your second orgasm had hit you like a train, your legs shaking uncontrollably and the way it had sent you in such a pleasured state, it made his orgasm hit him just about the same time.

Levi’s breathing was uneven, the sweat gathering up on his forehead made the small strands of hair to stick on his skin. He pulled out of you, sitting up on his knees as he looked over at your shaken state.

He had chuckled under his breath, placing a kiss on your forehead and stood up to go find a towel to clean you up. He wasn’t just going to leave you there sitting in a complete mess you both had made, he wasn’t that lazy.

When he returned, you had caught your breath and your eyes could barely stay open from how much he tired you out. You watched him clean you up with the towel, tossing it to the side when he was finished and got underneath the blankets, wrapping his arms around your naked body.

His lips peppered soft kisses on your face, pulling you into his chest and he sighed happily, brushing his fingers through your hair as you laid there almost half asleep, tangled up in his arms.

“I love you, you know.” You mumbled, tilting your head up to meet his gaze and he laughed a bit, nodding his head.

“Yes, I know.. I love you.”

Pls this is the longest Levi smut I’ve ever written. But I think it turned out so good wtffff

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crispy-ghee · 3 years

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Hello! Firstly I just wanna say I love your work, both your own personal drawings and stories, as well as the collaboration pieces with Isei. I was just wondering what your process was for your building of your Yautja clans?? I wanted to try my hand at making my own, so I was wondering what pointers you may have.

Hi! Thanks so much for the kind words, it actually makes me really happy that anyone is enjoying the stuff I enjoy making. Worldbuilding can be a lot of fun, and awesome that you're gonna try your hand at it!

I have a lot of thoughts on worldbuilding, and to be honest my approach varies here and there depending on what I'm making or writing, but I'll see if I can't gather my general thoughts into something more succinct instead of going off on a long ramble haha

STARTING INFO

When you're worldbuilding for a pre-existing IP, it's good to keep in mind the stuff you already know about the race/species. This seems really obvious, and imo you can mess around in and out of canon if you want bc it's your clan and you should have fun first and foremost, but it's something to consider.

(But also keep in mind that this isn't something you necessarily have to think about right away, it can come later in your process, but I'm just mentioning it here.)

With Yautja, there's the physical aspects that make them distinct (mandibles, crest, reptilian/mammalian, tendrils, claws, tall on average, tend towards warmer climates, strong, etc) and what we've seen of them culturally (glory/trophy hunters, honor code, matriarchal, etc etc). The cool thing though is that when you're coming up with a hook for your clan, you can either choose to follow these rules, or you could find something interesting in subverting them.

What if it's a clan of smaller yautja? What if these live in the cold? What if their clan doesn't give a shit about hunting? etc etc

Speaking about Hooks...

The Hook is just sort of a jumping off point where you can start building your clan out of. It doesn't necessarily have to be a hook for the audience, and it might even change or be discarded as you go along writing, but it's always good to have a place to start.

Hooks can honestly be anything and inspired from anywhere. I'm going to be honest that most of the time I don't really go searching for hooks, they're moments of inspiration that kickstart stuff. They're usually what causes the worldbuilding.

A lot of that (and a lot of worldbuilding, actually) is actually input. Being curious and learning things, consuming things, etc etc. Expanding your visual/mental library. It's not something that i do purposefully, necessarily. It comes from stuff I've read about, movies and documentaries I've watched, some tweet I saw, a picture on my dashboard, a wikipedia article I stumbled into somehow, a story a friend told, so on and so forth.

That being said, you can totally find a hook if you just ask yourself the right questions.

But the things that can be hooks, like I said, can vary greatly. It could be an idea you had out of nowhere, a novel question, a theme you want to explore, a cool image you saw, a costume you wanna try out, anything! For example:

Maybe you already have a character that you designed that you want to build the clan around. The character can totally be the hook. What are things about the character that might hint at what society they grew up in? Do they have a specific attitude? Quirk? Is there something about their appearance? The clothes they wear, the way their tendrils look, their coloration?

Maybe you saw a location that was really neat! What if Yautja lived in a place like that?

This clan is stealthy!

This clan likes animals!

This clan makes art that looks like _______.

This clan engages in a lot of warfare.

I liked this idea touched upon in a predator comic I read, can i expand on that?

What if a Yautja did Basejumping?

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera...

Brainstorming! Ask lots of Questions!

I ask a lot of "why" and "how" after I figure out my hook (or hookS). It's an easy way to get stuff kickstarted.

How do they do that? Why do they do that? Is it ritual? Is it something else? Is it based on their history? On their environment? On their Lore? On their social structure?

And then just keep asking why after you answer that question, and then you'll have a pretty good foundation that you can maybe mess with or discard or change completely or use for an even better idea.

Like...lemme use the "Yautja Basejumper" as an example.

Why would this Yautja base-jump? Is it for a practical reason, like it helps them hunt a specific animal? Is it for a ritual reason? Is it for the thrill? Is it to prove themselves?

How do they do it? Do they use high tech to do it, or is it low tech? If it's low tech, what materials do they make their parachutes or gliders out of? In human base-jumping, what tools do they use, and how can I translate that into Yautja maybe? Or is it a completely different approach?

Do they basejump off of mountains? Is it something they do because they live in the mountains? Or is it maybe something they have to travel to a specific place to go do? What is this place? Why do they go there? Is it for a spiritual reason? Coming of age? Is the place itself significant? Does this have something to do with their history, or a legend that they have?

If base jumping is important, how does this affect what they find attractive or cool? Do they like really tenacious yautja? Is being more aerodynamic a boon? Would the wear anything specific for the act, bits of decoration? Is there an animal they want to look like?

So let's say just going through those questions, and asking myself why and how and other questions from that intial hook and then the answers I gave. Here's a (very very very rough) potential initial thought:

This Yautja clan base-jumps as a coming-of-age ritual. They live at the foot of a tall mountain, and young hunters climb to the top to prove their courage and tenacity. Part of the ritual is making your own glider--and if your glider doesn't hold up because you rushed it, then you get really hurt or die, and that's your own fucking fault. They're doing it to mimic large flying animals that once-upon-a-time roosted on that mountain but don't exist anymore, which had cultural/mythical significance to them. Maybe their ancestors used to ride them. This clan are able to fight in flight, unlike many other Yautja.

And then you can build off of that or change it, do research and look stuff up related to it to see if you can add more stuff, keep asking more questions about the things you decided on, etc.

Forever and ever and ever.............

Anyway, that's my worldbuilding approach, haha. It's basically "learn a lot of stuff, ask a lot of questions."

I don't know if that was helpful at all, but there ya go!

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astronomical-bagel · 3 years

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give headcanons. grabby hands. just infodump all of em

eeeeeee okey I’m gonna dump all the miscellaneous ones on ya, but if you wanna see my others, check my ‘headcannons for nerds’ tag!

— As time passes, dreams mask becomes bigger and more and more sealed to his face, until he has the classic floating orb head. Kinda terrifying.

— Charlie can see out of any part of his body, since slimes don’t have eyes. He just shifts his consciousness in one direction and perceives. If he gooped his arm and pushed it through cracks in a building or something, he could see the other side using that goop

— in a similar vein, Charlie can leave a bit of himself and it keeps his consciousness and stuff. Hivemind, if you will. Leaving too much of himself in different places doesn’t have any negative effects per se, but it gets hard to keep track of everything if there’s a lot of pieces separated from him

— Charlie glows (shaken or cracked optional)

— Jeb (yes, the upside down rainbow sheep) is a distant relative to the Schlatts, just like Shitass is related to Quackity (which is cannon, btw)

— Rat is Bad’s hellhound. He carries her around like one of those rich ppl and their tiny dogs, except she’s like the size of a Doberman and he’s like over nine feet tall so no one even dares make fun of her.

— Micheal calls Tubbo and Ranboo ‘Bee’ and ‘Boo’ respectively, and he calls Philza ‘Crow’ because he can’t pronounce ‘f’s well (being a piglin) and Phil always has crows around him

— The entire _Beloved family bonkedy-bonks each other as a sign of affection. Tommy picked it up from them. Usually it’s forehead to forehead, but the shoulder, stomach, or (in Micheal’s case), the shins work just as well.

— Even though the zombie virus affects piglins differently (without the insane killing rage), Micheal’s Sounder kicked him out because he was zombified

— Jack smells vaguely like burnt toast after sauntering upwards out of hell (that’s a joke, he clawed his way up out of sheer spite, screaming in rage the whole time), which freaks Glatt OUT (/funny) bc that’s what he smelled right before he died (you know that feeling you get when your alarm sound rings when it’s not the time it usually goes off? Like if ‘Roar’ is what you wake to and then someone plays it in the car and you get a whiplash/deja vu/ extreme panic combination? It’s like that)

— foolish can grow and shrink to his will

— there is a small chance sam will explode when flustered

— fundy made (or will make, idk) a prosthetic for ponk, because 1. He’s a coder and I’m pretty sure that translates to him being a rlly good redstoner or smth and 2. Cogchamp smp will never die you fuckers

and on that note, I will go to bed. I’ll put more hc up when I wake up tho, so send me more asks abt a specific person you want to know about!

#headcannons for nerds #Dream smp #micheal beloved underscore #micheal dsmp #charlie slimecicle #dsmp headcannons #Jack Manifold

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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shy and inexperienced reader first time with jisung🥺 fluffy smut with han bc he's just so cute and i think he would be so gentle and loving ahh maybe im crying -🐱 (umm i was the one who requested that neighbours to lovers w lee know n i decided to be 🐱 anon from now on also im looking forward to it i cant wait!!! ik ur gnna write the cutest thing ever ur great i love youuu)

hello this is the cutest thing ever??? and hello 🐱anon omg!! welcome welcome eehee ♡ ah! also! I’m so hyped to get Two Tails going!! I hope that ya enjoyed the first part :)

lets be honest, han jisung would be ready to go not even two weeks into the realtionship

please don’t fault him for it tho!! he just really really wants sexy cuddles and kisses all over his body, he literally daydreams about it all the time and can’t wait!

also he’s got you!! literally every little quirk about you turns him on, he’s sooo weak for you

he’d never never bring it up though until you’re ready

and you’ve been thinking about it

come on we’re talking about the one and only han jisung here!! his charisma is through the roof!! he’d wink at you and your head would be spinning over how badly you’d love to have him do whatever he wants!!

there’s something about the way that he gives you shoulder massages or plays with your hair that just gets you aching to take it further with him

but, you haven’t done anything before 🥺outside of, of course, a couple make out sessions and that one day’s dry jumping that got you way more excited than you expected

so, jisung is sleeping over at your place (as he often will—“your bed is just so much comfier than mine!!”)

he’ll roll over to swoop ya up and hold you all close to him, nuzzling is head into your shoulder.

theres nothing cozier than your ball of sungie hehe—sidenote

you being the little spoon, you’re often VERY aware of how both of your hips kinda interlock

you barely know how to initiate, so you start grinding into his lap, making extra effort to let your ass brush up against those soft cotton boxers of his

he’d giggle “what are you doing?”

“i just like how it feels” you mutter quietly

“what’s that babe? can you say that again?”

this time you grind down harder, and he feels it

jisung groans out a bit, then pulls you into him, no space between your bodies while you continue. he’s gulping down every little bit sensation he can feel

knowing how he’d never want push your boundaries, he’d even be okay letting you grind an orgasm out of him just like this

but that’s not what you want

jisung would kiss careful lips into your neck where your shirt collar dips a little, letting you hear his needy little gasps in your ear

he’d whisper, “can I please touch you?”

you immediately nod, getting that feeling once again: you want to be completely at his mercy.

you're too embarrassed to ask for anything in specific, but would much rather him do anything he’s been imagining

immediately his hands are all over you skin, touching you in places you’ve never been touched before, you didn’t even know you could feel this way

jisung’s hands fall up and down your body: all over and around your legs, digging into the skin of your thighs and waist, up on your chest too, spreading his fingers out so he doesn’t miss an inch.

he’s got calluses on his finger tips from playing guitar that day, but feeling the rough skin on yours makes you tremble

he nibbles at your ear too while his hands reach your hardened nipples which hurt a little under the fabric of your shirt. he pinches and pulls at them, creating a whole new sensation

the sounds you’re making are so foreign, you had no idea you could do such a thing but you can’t stop at all

“are you ready tonight? is this what you want?”

your voice cracks giving him your affirmation

“baby you’re so perfect. i’ve waited so long for you, I only want to make you feel good. just relax okay?”

Jisung’s hand returns to your waistband where he reaches in from behind you to ghost over your wetted underwear.

“oh my god,” he nearly growls into you ear

by now he’s nearly panting into you while he explores your arousal, reaching under your underwear at last

for good measure, you grind down as hard as you can into his lap while he traces your throbbing sex first, then begins to rub at you as slowly and carefully as he can

pressed against your ass, his twitching hard-on swells by the second

with his free hand, he continues exploring your body, steadily maintaining his pace below your waist

“do you like this? shit, you’re unreal.”

your face is furiously warm, and you even feel like hiding your face even though he can’t really see it from behind you

“mm-so…good.” you whimper, then find yourself now grinding into both his hand and his lap

“are you ready for more?”

his vibrato lowers while he brings his lips back to your neck, this time pulling at the skin and marking you as his

“m-more.” you barley manage to squeak

jisung pulls your sleepshorts and underwear off, then does the same to himself

suddenly under the sheets it feels a lot warmer

from behind you, jisung grabs at his hardened dick to tease your enterance with his tip—something that drives you mad with desire for him to just fucking start already—but you’d never find the words to say so

jisung lets shakey breaths of his fall all over your shoulder as he guides himself in, and sinks down just slightly to get the best angle he can

he pushes himself into you fully, stretching out your neglected hole until it hurts just a little

jisung grunts out a string of explicit words while clawing into your frame and gifting kisses to your back

you moan out a little in response while you get used to the feeling of him being inside you. he smooths down your whole shaking body while he lets himself bottom out within you

“you feel so amazing baby, you’re doing so good, so good. are you okay?”

you nod, but that’s not the answer jisung was looking for

“I’ll only accept a yes, okay?”

your fingers dig deep into your pillowcase. “Yes, yeah I’m okay, can you…keep going?”

“of course my love. tonight I’ll take it slow. I can’t promise the same for other nights though.” He laughs a little to himself

Jisung’s makes his first thrust and your body feels explosive. his length and girth are perfect for you, and this deep inside he gives you another round of pleasure that feels dream-like

he sets a pace, slow are careful while holding your back firmly against his chest.

“oh god” he exclaims once, then repeats the phrase more once he starts to reach deep inside

jisung holds onto you as if his life depends on it and he fucks you deeper, relishing each and every pretty little moan that escapes your lips

“can you do it louder for me baby? say my name when you cum for me hmm?”

you’re even more flustered from his request, but gather up all your will to not let him down.

his breath quickens and he starts to go a little faster, building up an orgasm within you with astonishing speed

“god, I love you.”

his hips snap while his pace becomes frantic, just as you’re both about to cum, he reaches down once more to rub into you needily and lovingly

“-gonna cum—cum with me?”

he pleads into your skin, then with a couple more whips, his cum is seeping inside your hole with an unexpected warmth. you’re already addicted to the way his dick throbs inside you as you’re both in aftershocks

you remain this way for a while, simply soaking up every bit of intimacy you can feeling connected in this new way

“did that all feel good for you?” he sweeps some strands of your hair from your eyes, pulling you back slightly to press kisses now on your lips

“I really liked it” you timidly let up, coupled with a giddy little smile

he gives you another one of those winks that makes your heart race

“I can’t wait to do more with you angel, this is only just the beginning.”

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phantaloon-books · 3 years

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I was rereading the iconic reunion at baltimore and this came to me and I can't not write it (even though I have a half finished chapter waiting to be written for a fic for a whole different fandom but who cares right)

in which neil regrets realizes that the feds were on to something when they talked about witness protection program. brace yourselves, it's angst time bby. please bear with me, I don't write stuff like this, content and format wise.

so everyone knows what goes down in baltimore. everyone knows that famous college exy striker for the foxes neil josten has been the son of the butcher of baltimore all along, and that smth happened after he was kidnapped and tortured that resulted in the butcher and some associates to be killed. everyone knows that neil walked out alive, injured but alive. so when a few weeks, months later, associates of the butcher start getting raided and taken in custody, everyone knows exactly who opened his little mouth and revealed everything he knows (bc there's literally no one else who could know this stuff and would be willing to share with the fucking feds, no one has a death wish)

It's a slow process. It starts with the feeling of not being safe, which is ridiculous, because he hasn't been quite as safe as he is right now, with the foxes, his family, and most importantly with Andrew. They're on summer break, technically speaking, even if they're at campus for practice because they gotta train the new foxes. They're barely doing anything than hanging out together and training, but still Neil can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, that someone is watching him, but he doesn't say anything, because it doesn't make sense, he's just being paranoid, there's no need to panic.

Neil can swear he's being watched. He feels the dread whenever he's out of the dorm, when he's out running, when they go out to eat something, when they go to the mall, on their way to practice, at Eden's. But when he looks around there's no one looking, it's been weeks and nothing has happened, he hasn't seen anyone.

Neil can tell Andrew is growing suspicious of the way he checks out a place, the way his eyes trace every corner, every exit, because he's starting to fall back in old habits, and he knows Andrew hates it. But Andrew doesn't ask, he knows that Neil will speak when he feels ready, so he lets it go, even if he can't quite let got of the worry clawing at his heart.

But everything keeps going normally, things are fine, everything is fine fine fine. Neil doesn't talk about it, but it's fine really. Until it's not fine at all, but it's also too late to talk now because his head is fuzzy and throbbing, and he feels like he might throw up and he feels pain even if he's not sure where the pain is coming from. But he can't do anything now, he can't tell Andrew how he's been feeling dread for weeks, because a man whose name he doesn't even know but whose face is awfully familiar is standing right in front of him where he lies on the floor, and the situation is also awfully familiar.

Stop being a martyr. Oh Andrew would kill him. If Neil gets out of this alive, Andrew will kill him, because he left again. He didn't want to, he really didn't. He was out on a run while Andrew was in therapy with Bee and Aaron, a couple miles away from fox tower, when a car pulled up right in front of him, two men wearing hoods and sunglasses stepping out and standing in front of him. He came to a halt, trying his best to keep calm because who the hell were these men and what did they want and for fucks sake can this just stop? It would have been smart to turn around and try to get back to the tower but he can't ever keep his mouth shut can he?

"Look I don't know who you are, I don't care what you want, but you're in my way, so move away if you know what's best." He intended to go for more sarcastic, but he was doing his best not to panic, so that had to do.

"You're coming with us, get in the car, or we'll do this the hard way." Their voices said they wouldn't hesitate, but Neil laughed anyway, that smile he knew was the Butcher's resting on his lips. Anything to make the men leave. He opened his mouth and then- "The Minyard twins are at Dr. Dobson's office. Reynolds, Walker, and Wilds are at the mall. Hemmick, Boyd and Day are in the dorms. The newbies are at the dorms as well. Come with us the easy way and we'll let them walk out of their respective places alive, Nathaniel."

And he was fucked. Of course he hadn't been safe, he would never be safe. In fact no one he cared about would ever be safe. He should have known better. But he wasn't going to let the foxes be harmed.

"How do I know you won't kill them anyway?" The snark was gone, the smile vanished. His face was blank and dangerous, because he'd done this before. "I don't even know who you are, you're obviously not the big guys, and I don't remember seeing your faces."

"We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. All we care about is you. If you come, you spare us all the trouble. As for who we are, let's just say someone is pissed at the piece of shit that ruined everything."

"The Butcher's friends then. I can't argue with that, it's a habit of mine to fuck up. Ichirou won't be too happy if something happened." He played his strongest card but fuck it. The Moriyamas owed him protection, Ichirou himself had made a deal with him.

"The moment they turned their backs to the Wesninski and made a deal with Hatford, those Japanese shits mean nothing to us." These were desperate men apparently. If the Moriyamas were nothing, the FBI was even less. "Time is running Nathaniel, decide. You or them?"

Andrew would kill him, but they'd talked about it before. Neil had told Andrew. If it means losing you, then no. He would not put himself first. Hell, he'd told the others before, the Foxes were all he had, he wasn't going to risk them for himself, not for anything. He needed to keep them safe.

So now he's lying on the cold wooden floor of some house or shed or whatever, drowsy from whatever they drugged him with once he got in the car, and in pain after being beaten for the last hour or so. He didn't bother asking the man (who is obviously in charge and sent the two men) for a name, and honestly he still doesn't plan to. What was the point of that anyway? He just looks up at the cold brown eyes of the man standing over him, Neil's face as neutral as he could keep it despite the fear of not making it out alive threatening to pull him under. The man just stares at him, calculative eyes and cruel smile, and Neil can't take it.

"What, so you're just gonna stand there? I have better shit to do." He hears the slur in his voice, wonders if it's just the drugs or something else. A concussion is likely. He's met with silence, so he closes his eyes and lays his head down. Fuck he's tired of these situations. He truly will never be safe, no one will-

"You know, I was expecting so much more from you Nathaniel," the man says with a laugh, "I was told that you'd put up a fight, I thought this would be fun. They said you'd beg for your precious life, but you haven't even made an effort."

Whoever his source was, they definitely do not know Neil, or Nathaniel for that matter. Not only is he not going to risk the men hurting the others, but he isn't going to fight, not against so many of them, not when running would be more likely to get him out alive. He isn't going to let them know that. "First go fuck yourself, and second, this isn't remotely close to entertaining to what I've been through, maybe if it was more interesting."

What does Andrew say? Regret is worthless? It seems right, because he can't find regret in what he said, even if his face is a bloody mess (what's new?) and his body shakes with shivers, after his head is held underwater so many times. No, he doesn't regret it. Instead he finds himself laughing a hollow thing.

"Y'know at least others have had a point, this time it's just for the fun of it, and it's not being much fun." His voice cracks a couple times, hoarse from coughing up water.

"You're right though, it is for fun. You cost me absolutely everything Nathaniel. Did you know the feds and the Moriyamas have been after us for months? Hunting us like we're rabbits, all because you decided to be a dipshit and open your mouth. You should be dead. You should have died ten years ago, back in March, anytime. All your existence caused us is trouble. And ratting us to the feds wasn't enough was it? No you told Ichirou all of the Butcher's men were loose ends, too." The man took a deep breath, composing himself. "So yes Nathaniel, this is for fun. This is payback, you've cost many lives, this is retribution for speaking, and I'm gonna enjoy seeing you have fun for as long as I can."

At some point, after hours, he's left alone in the dark, in the cold. He knows he’s in pain. He’s pretty sure his arm is broken, and so are several ribs. He knows he should be in a lot of pain, but he's just numb. Regret is worthless. Because even if he feels even worse than how he felt last winter at Evermore, he doesn’t regret it. He can’t be sure the guy’s men were truly going to kill the Foxes, but he doesn’t regret coming here to make sure the others don’t suffer more than they already have because of him. He wonders if Andrew will forgive him. He didn’t leave proof that he didn’t want to leave this time. Would Andrew think he left them - him? God, he hopes not. Would Andrew look for Neil or leave it thinking that Neil wanted to leave?

It doesn’t really matter, though. Neil is so tired. This time isn’t like when he was on the run or when he went to Evermore or when Lola took him. While with the Ravens, Kevin knew he was there at least, if anything were to happen, a person would know where to look somehow. At Baltimore, several people knew the most likely place to find him; Uncle Stewart, the Hatfords, Kevin again. He has no idea of where he is, or who took him, and no one knows he’s been taken in the first place. No one will ever find him.

Maybe it’s better that way, he thinks. No one will have to deal with the burden of him or his disappearance or his death, because no one will know. The simple thing would be to assume he ran. He hopes they assume he ran. Maybe they’ll be hurt, but haven’t they been expecting him to run? They won’t make it to championships without him considering Jack is an awful striker, but Kevin will manage. Andrew - Andrew is the one who expects him to run the most, maybe he’ll take it nicely. Neil hopes he takes it nicely. Guilt blossoms among the nothingness in his chest, but he can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to. It’s better this way. No one will find him, but that’s fine. He wonders what the Moriyamas will do. He doesn’t want to think about that. He thinks of Andrew, the kisses, the care, the love, the nights spent together. Thank you, you were amazing. He wishes he could tell him how much he cares one last time. He feels something wet slip down his face. He can’t tell if it’s water, blood or tears. He sighs. He thinks of Andrew, and his eyes slip close.

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