#I’d be begging to know where he got them BC I WANT THEM

[pedroshotwifey]

Beg For It

Pairing: Virgin!Din Djarin x afab!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Tags/warnings: piv sex, oral (m), cock worship, virgin din, premature ejaculation, teasing, humiliation, sub din, dom reader, degradation, cockpit sex™, embarrassment, age gap (younger reader), din djarin's monster cock, helmet stays on, pet names, snarky reader, experienced reader, stuff I'm forgetting (c'mon guys, it's me.)

Summary: You make a shocking discovery about Din and decide to do something about it.

A/N: Hey babes! Sorry if you're waiting on TTF or FB rn, but my brain does not want to cooperate atm. TTF 4 should be out relatively soon, but I'm not sure about FB. I hope you like this fic, bc I have no idea where it came from 🤣 My asks are always open in the meantime!!

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“Fuck, it’s tight in here,” you complain as you stuff yourself into the small alcove exposed by the panel that was just removed from the Crest’s wall. 

“And a fucking mess. Do you ever organize this shit, Din?” 

The exasperated sigh that comes from behind you is enough to answer your question. 

You roll your eyes as you reach for the tangled ball of wires in front of you. No wonder the lights have been flickering. You’re lucky it wasn’t anything worse than that. 

“Who would even be doing this shit if you didn’t have me? Not like your broad ass could fit in here.” 

Mando scoffs behind you. 

“We got along perfectly fine before you,” he argues. “Grogu could fit in there, I’d have him do it.” 

Now it’s your turn to laugh. 

“Yeah, that would go over well.” 

Din ignores your quip as he comes up to your side and nudges you with his boot. 

“Hey! Can you not?” You turn your head to bite out at him even though he can’t see you. 

“Scootch over,” he demands. “I need to see what you’re doing so you don’t blow the ship up or something.” 

“Wow, it’s really reassuring to know how much faith you have in me, Mando.”

You swear you hear him bite down on a laugh and you smile despite yourself. You squash yourself to the side as much as you can, allowing a small gap so Din can peek in beside you. He groans as he lowers himself to his belly. 

“Poor old man,” you can’t help but tease. “Bad knees getting to you?” 

“Shut up,” Din quips. 

You don’t actually know how old Din is, but you’re placing your bets on late thirties or early forties. Definitely older than you either way, but not quite old enough to be deserving of your quips. That’s not going to stop you, of course. 

By the time he’s looking inside, you’ve untangled the mess of wires and separated the two that need to be switched. 

“Damn it, Mando, you’re blocking my light. I can’t see shit.” 

He sighs for the umpteenth time today. 

“Really? There’s plenty of light,” he argues. 

“Yeah, maybe when you have a fucking night vision mod in your helmet. Get up and tell me what to do from there.” 

He obeys but you swear you hear him mutter something about being bossy through a groan. 

“What have you done so far?” 

“I’ve separated the red and blue wires from the rest.” 

“Okay, go ahead and pull them both from their outlets.” 

You try to pull them off, but you can’t quite reach the outlets on the back wall. 

“Damn it,” you mutter. 

You shove your knees under yourself and arch your back in attempt to push yourself further into the wall. Straining a bit, you’re able to grasp both ends and successfully tug them towards yourself. 

“Got it, what now?” 

“Put the red wire where the blue wire was, and the blue where the red was,” Mando instructs. His voice sounds much raspier than it had a second ago, making you quirk a brow. 

“You okay there?” you ask as you finish the task. 

“Yup,” he croaks. 

“Okay, I’m coming out.” 

You start to wriggle yourself back, and you hear Din make a strangled sound before biting down on it. It’s not until you feel your ass waggling with your movement that you realize what has him so worked up. A sly smirk quickly spreads across your face as you decide there’s no harm in teasing him a bit. 

You groan and arch your back further as you back out, your ass up in the air as much as you can get it. You take your sweet time sitting up once you're out, and you can almost feel the heat coming from Mando by the time you do. You turn around to face him only to find that he’s avoiding your gaze, his hands clasped together casually in front of his crotch. You honestly wonder who he thinks he’s fooling—there’s not much that could hide a tent that size. 

“What’s the matter, big boy?” you ask sweetly. “You look a bit flustered.” 

“N-nothing.” 

You have to physically bite down on your lip to avoid laughing at his voice crack. You’ve never heard him struggle so much. He clears his throat and tries again. 

“Nothing’s wrong, cyar’ika.” 

“Hm. You sure? Because I’m pretty sure you were checking my ass out a second ago.” 

Din chokes on nothing as soon as the words are out of your mouth. 

“I was not!” He bites out in a panicked tone. 

“Nothing wrong with it, I get it. I’d check out my ass, too,” you laugh and shrug. He looks down at his feet and your brows furrow. This might be the most flustered you’ve ever seen him. 

“Dude, it was just an ass, not a big deal. I’m sure you’ve seen much more than that,” you chuckle lightly. 

He slowly looks up at that, and time comes to a stop as things click into place in your head. 

“Holy shit,” you say, bewildered. “You haven’t seen more than that. You’re a virgin aren’t you?” 

You grin when he says nothing in response. No fucking way the Mandalorian hasn’t fucked or been fucked before. Hell, you’ve wanted to fuck him since you came aboard this junk pile of a ship. Damn, you’re going to take this opportunity and fucking run with it. 

“Poor baby Din, never had pussy before,” you coo at him as you stand all the way up. “What’s the matter? Is it too small? Maybe you don’t even like pussy. You want a big strong man to fuck your ass?” You know you’re just spouting anything you think might get under his skin at this point. 

“N-no,” he bites out, though there’s not much conviction behind it. You continue walking towards him, forcing him toward the cockpit’s pilot seat. 

“No? You don’t like cock, Din?” 

“I think you need some help, big guy. You clearly need someone to dominate you, since you don’t have the balls to step up yourself. You’re lucky I’m here, I can show you how good it can be.”

Din’s hands move closer to his clothed cock to hide the twitch that ensues from your words. You see the movement and it only spurs you on. He gulps again as you keep walking toward him.

“No, I-”

“Take a seat, Mando.” 

He crosses his arms and stands up straighter, leveling you with a defiant stare you can practically feel through his beskar helmet. 

“I will do no such thing.” 

“Oh,” you reply, crossing your arms and returning the look. “But you will.”

You glance down at the impressive bulge in his flight suit, smirking when you catch him shift ever so slightly under the weight of your gaze. 

“I think you want to sit down for me, Mando. And I think you’re going to be begging for my cunt by the time I’m done with you.”

You take a step toward him, and you can see the subtle way he stops himself from taking a step back in response. You stop in front of him and let your hand down to graze his covered length. There’s a sharp intake of breath barely heard throughout the hull. If you had been standing where you were a few seconds ago, you would have missed it. 

“Sounds like you already want to, actually.” 

You cup him fully now, and a strangled sound slips through his tightly sealed lips. 

“Poor little virgin Din, doesn’t even know how good he could have been feeling all this time,” you tease, giving him a light squeeze. 

“S-stop,” he grits out, uncrossing his arms to grab your wrist with one hand. Your movements come to a swift stop. 

“Ask me again, and I will,” you tell him. “But I don’t think you really want that, do you? I think you want to stick your dick inside my warm pussy and come your dumb little brains out.”

There’s a brief silence as you stare each other down, and you can almost feel the way he starts to consider his options. 

“I-”

You give him another squeeze, tighter this time, and his hips buck forward as another animalistic sound tumbles from his tongue. 

“Fuck, please,” Din whines as he gives up trying to hold back. You grin wildly at the sound. 

“Please, what, Din? What do you want?” 

“P-please fuck me!” 

Your hand flattens against him and starts to rub sensually up and down, giving him enough friction to have him shivering with each pass. 

“Okay, baby. Sit down like I told you to, and I’ll take care of you.” 

He nods as you start to lead him backwards, the back of his knees hitting the cockpit chair and forcing him to follow your instructions. 

“What a good boy,” you lean forward to coo at the side of his helmet, right where his ear would be. “Why don’t you take your cock out for me?” 

You push yourself away from him, your hands placed on either arm rest as you lean over him. Din hesitates for a moment, clearly not used to the kind of vulnerability you’re asking him to surrender. 

“Go ahead, baby. I promise I won’t make fun.” In fact, you know you won’t. Judging by the massive tent in his pants, there is absolutely no way that Din Djarin is anywhere near small. Not that you’ll tell him that, of course. 

You stare intently as he gulps and lets his hands trail down to unbuckle his belt and shakily pull his zipper down, revealing his boxers. He waits a beat before pulling himself completely out, and you have to fight to keep your jaw from dropping when he does. 

“Holy shit, Djarin,” you gawk. “Well, your dick definitely wasn’t the problem. Scared some people off if anything.” Honestly, it almost scares you. You don’t think your hand could even fully wrap around it if you grabbed it right now. 

You look back to his helmet, making what you hope is eye contact. Judging by the way he shifts in the seat, you’re pretty sure you’re spot-on. 

“You’re so pretty, Din. It’s a shame nobody’s ever told you.” 

“T-thank you,” he breathes, his head turning slightly. 

“I want you to put your hands on the armrests while I show you how pretty I think you are.” 

He hesitates, obviously still not sure about any of this. 

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Unless you want me to cuff you to the damn chair.” 

At this, he quickly obeys your request and lets his hands go to grip the rests. His cock slaps up, hard and leaking against his covered stomach. He twists his neck all the way to the side, avoiding eye contact as much as he can manage. As much as he’s resisting giving in, you can see how his chest heaves with desire. In this case, the lust is simply stronger than the embarrassment. 

You quickly bring a hand up to grab at the bottom of his helmet, roughly jerking his head back to look at you. 

“You’re going to watch me while I suck your cock. If I see you look away, you’re not going to like what happens after.” 

Din shivers and nods, shaken slightly by your authoritative tone. 

“Say ‘yes, ma’am’.” 

You watch his throat bob as he gulps down his nervousness. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes out. 

“See, you can be such a good boy when you put your mind to it.”

You slink down to your knees and place your hands on his thick, tense thighs. With your eyes level with his cock, you’re able to watch the way a spurt of precum dribbles down from the tip. 

“Look at that, baby. Little dick is drooling already and I haven’t even touched you.” 

Din tenses and clenches his hand but makes a point not to look away. Good, at least you know he’s listening. Who knew how easy it is to tame a Mandalorian? A little humiliation and degradation can go a long way. 

You lean forward, grabbing hard onto his thighs in reminder to keep his hands where they are as you stick your tongue out to scoop up the precum leaking down his shaft. His hips jut forward, and you swear you hear a quiet whine from his helmet. You can’t help but chuckle lightly.

You decide not to waste your time with little licks, and instead lean forward to take his entire tip into your mouth. Now you definitely hear a whine. You struggle to shove more of him into your mouth and down your throat, his girth making it much more of a task than it needs to be. 

You can feel yourself getting wetter just from the thought of how deliciously he would stretch you out in other places. It really is a damn shame he’s kept this absolute monster tucked away for so long. 

His fingers twitch at the same time his head slams back into the headrest, though he keeps it angled down so he can keep watching you. You have to swallow a few times to work him all the way down, and by that time you can almost feel the way he’s tightened up to restrain himself. 

You take pity on him and pull back, resisting the urge to gag as his weight drags across your throat again. A string of spit connects you to his shiny cock as you smirk up at him. 

“Tell me how it feels, sweet boy.” 

“F-feels s-so good, c-cyare,” Din squeaks. 

“Yeah, you want more?” 

He nods furiously and you immediately flick the tip of his swollen cock, earning you a strangled yelp as his hips buck wildly. 

“What’s the matter? Finally got your dick wet and suddenly you forget how to speak?” 

He begins to shake his head before catching himself and giving you a verbal response. 

“N-no–I mean, yes, yes I want more! Please touch me,” he thrusts his hips forward again, though you're not sure if it’s voluntary or not. 

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.” 

You quickly grasp him and start to pump him furiously, leaning to him again to drool on his tip. The extra lubricant makes your hand glide more smoothly, your pace picking up to the point where you can see his balls drawing up. 

You work your mouth in tandem with your fist, worshiping his throbbing cock with open mouthed kisses and gentle nips on the exposed skin. You close your eyes for a second to savor the way he feels between your lips, and the salty flavor that graces your tongue. If you died with Din Djarin’s dick in your mouth, you would die a happy woman.

“C-cyare, I-” 

He cuts himself off as you quickly pull yourself away, leaving him with nothing but your cooling spit to focus on. 

“No, no, no–ung–I, p-please!” 

You laugh at him as he thrusts up, trying to find some kind of friction. His voice sounds wet, almost like there are tears in his eyes. 

“Aww,” you stand back to admire his writhing body. “Poor thing can’t remember anything but ‘please’. That’s cute. Not hard to get you dumb, is it, Mando?” 

You start to strip in front of him, and his hands come up from the armrests. 

“You better not be moving your fucking hands, Din,” you warn. “I know where you keep those damn binders, don’t think I won’t use them.” 

He groans but lets his wrists back down. His feet shift instead since there’s nothing else he’s able to move at the moment. He whines again as your top comes off with your bra, and then your pants with your panties. 

Fully naked and obviously soaked, you stalk toward him yet again, stopping to place your hand on his shoulder as you climb into his lap, careful not to touch his cock just yet. You settle your thighs over the tops of his and spread your legs. 

When you look up at him, he’s staring you back in your eyes, refusing to look down. You smirk once you realize why. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby boy,” you say. “Go ahead and look at my pussy, I know you want to.” 

You watch him slowly lower his gaze and breathe out a curse once it lands on your seam. Leaning forward, you whisper again to the side of his helmet. 

“You can move a hand, Din. Spread me open.” 

He visibly trembles at your command but lifts an arm none-the-less. You feel his fingers trail gently down to where you want him, but he stops just short. 

“T-take my glove off, please. Want to feel you, cyar’ika.” 

You smile at him and carefully bring his hand up to pull his glove off, his dick twitching as you do so. You lick your lips as a tanned and scarred hand is revealed. It’s ridiculous how attracted you are to that simple appendage. You wish you could see his entire body, but you know that’s not a likely scenario. 

Once his glove is discarded on the floor, he moves back to your cunt and sucks in a harsh breath as he feels you. 

“You’re s-so wet,” he says in a way that makes you unsure if he meant to say it out loud or not.

You laugh quietly and guide his hand so that he can prod at your hole, to which he chokes. 

“That’s all because of you, sweet boy.” 

You move your hips forward, and his fingers slip through your seam, your slick collecting on the rough pads. You grasp his wrist to bring his hand to your lips, opening your mouth to suck your tang of the digits at the same time as you let your pussy push against the underside of Din’s cock. 

Another animalistic noise accompanies the way his entire body jolts at the sudden contact. With a pop, you pull his fingers from your mouth to make room for the giggle that bubbles up from your throat. 

“Poor baby’s so sensitive!” you exclaim as you grind against him, making him groan with each pass. Both of his hands grip down hard, one on the rest and the other on your thigh. The man has a fucking grip, you’re sure there will be five little bruises littered across your skin tomorrow. You wonder how good that grip would feel on your hips as he drills himself into you from the back, and file that thought back for another day. 

You shudder as his tip bumps up against your clit, sending little shocks up your spine and making you dizzy. 

“Gonna fuck you now, baby boy,” you breathe. “You want that? Want to stick your cock inside me?” 

“I-ungh-yes, yes!” 

“Yeah?” you ask as you keep up your movements. “Beg for it.” 

“P-please,” Din asks a bit too quietly for your liking. You would bet all the credits you won that he’s blushing under that armor right now.

“Oh, come on now, you can do better than that.” 

There’s a short moment where you think Din isn’t going to do it, and a lump of disappointment gets stuck in your throat. Luckily, he doesn’t make you sit with it for too long. 

“Please, please put my d-dick in your pussy, want to feel you, please! I-I can’t–I want–”

In the middle of his babbling, you lift yourself up and line his cock with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. His hands fly to your hips at the same time his thoughts fly from his brain, unable to think of anything but the way your tight pussy is parting to welcome his fat tip. 

He’s never felt anything quite this pleasurable before, the sensation nearly blinding him as you work yourself down onto him. 

Your head tilts back as Din holds onto your hips for dear life. The combination of that pressure along with the burn from his cock stretching you out is almost too much. You can feel a heat bubbling at the base of your spine, and he’s not even all the way inside of you yet. 

“Oh, god, that’s so good, Din. You’re so good.” 

He whimpers in response, though part of that may be due to the fact that your hips are now flush to his. You’re both panting, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies. You can’t see the perspiration on Din, but you can feel the moist heat emanating from him. 

You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed in the first place. You’ve never been this fucking full in your life. You swear you can feel him all the way up to your throat.

“M–plea–please move,” Din begs and lets his helmet rest on your forehead. His entire body is shaking with the effort of not blowing his load too quickly. 

You grant his request, starting to rock your hips as you bring a hand to settle on his neck, delighted to find a damp mess of curls peeking out from his helmet at the nape. Din gasps as you tug lightly while lifting your hips. 

You start a slow but steady rhythm, your skin slapping against each other each time you bottom out. His heavy cock drags against your walls, making your toes curl. A little whine sneaks out from Din’s concealed lips every time you sink down on him. 

A lewd moan tumbles from your lips as you feel him punch against your cervix, tucking in further than you��ve ever been able to reach before. 

“Fuck, Din! You’re so deep, baby!” 

“I’m not g-going to last l-long, Meshla,” Din strains. 

You ride him harder, taking that as a challenge. The tight thatch of hair at the base of his cock catches on your clit as you slam down on him, bringing you further to the brink. Something white hot flashes within your body, blinding you momentarily. 

You’re not even able to tell him you’re close too before you’re clamping down on him, and he’s shouting as he loses control. Your moans tangle together as you soak his dick, your legs trembling unlike you’ve ever experienced before. 

Din wraps his arms around you as he thrusts up into you, spilling himself within your heat. You’ve never in your life seen or felt anyone come as much as he does. Every time you think he’s done, you feel another spurt of his seed clinging to your walls.

By the time you’re both coming down, your ears have started ringing and your breathing has calmed down enough for you to get a word out, though you’re not sure Mando’s quite capable of that yet. 

“Y-you good?” you manage to gasp. 

You feel Din nod against you, and give yourself permission to lean against him. You’re wrung fucking dry. If this is what it feels like when you’re on top, what might it be like when Din’s in charge? The thought makes your body shudder and your pussy quiver. You sit in silence with him for a while until he finally breaks it with a voice just above a whisper. 

“C-can we do that again?”

You laugh at hearing the last thing you expected to come from his mouth after that. 

“Fucking maker, Din.”

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[anzulvr]

Karma x Goosip!reader? Like I'd love to imagine they're in the middle of class and reader just whispers to Karma "I heard Koro-Sensei was keeping a favorite student list in his desk" or smth. The two would be gossip buddies with Rio but a bit better bc they're in E-class

Karma X Reader <3 || Gossiping with Karma and Rio — fluff!

Karma has no censor, he’ll say anything for a laugh (like in the episode where he calls the REAPER kinky?? Gtfo 💀)

The class will be completely silent and he’ll be talking to you so loudly because he has issues whispering, he doesn’t care if people hear but you do, so gossip sessions consists of you constantly shushing him and him talking louder to mess with you.

“And then that’s when I beat the crap out of the Koyama infront of Seo. Asano hasn’t said anything yet so I thi-”

“Karma shh..”

“Its fine no one cares.”

Karma then proceeds to finish his story louder than before (put ur hand over his mouth to get him to shut up.)

He acts like he doesn’t care about the things you and Rio gossip about, but he’s listening INTENTLY 😭

You’re Karma and Rios biggest secret weapon.

They love to make fun of everyone and you have all the info, they know exactly how to get things out of you.

“[Name] Cmon we’re friends just tell us what you saw..!” Rio is practically begging for you to spill.

“I can’t! I promised Takebayashi I’d stay quiet for a cookie.”

“[Name] a cookie?? Over me?”

“Sorry Rio it was chocolate chip.”

Karma says “please..?” one time and it’s over, you literally tell them everything. (Rios very salty you gave into him so easily and not her😭)

“I saw him at a maid café and he and the worker were baby talking eachother, I got a video and everything.”

“NO WAY- LET ME SEE.” Rio is the first to react

“Wait why were you at a maid café?", Karma asks.

“I saw him through the window and I was feeling nosy.”

— They keep tabs on everything to stir drama.

About the scenario in your ask they do pull stunts like that.

“I heard Korosensei keeps a list of his favorite students on his desk.” They spread this rumor knowing well they planted that list themselves 😭

The class believes it and gives Korosensei the cold shoulder for a hot minute.

“Does anyone want to answer the problem on the board?”

“Why don’t you answer it Sugino? Since you’re one of his favorites.” Maehara calls out.

Korosensei frantically tries to assure everyone he doesn’t play favorites and believes in everyone equally.

“I SWEAR I DONT KNOW WHAT LIST YOU ALL ARE REFERRING TO IWOULDNTEVERDOSUCHATHINPLEASE.”

“Woah slow down teach, we don’t understand a single thing you’re saying… all we hear is sounds of a traitor.”

Everyone gives him a hard time until Karma and Rio admit they’re messing with everyone.

They do things like that all the time but they have such a knack for debating and convincing, your class falls for it every time!

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma akabane headcannons #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #assasination classroom #assassination classroom #assclass

[daenysthedreamersblog]

LOVE YOUR WRITING OMG, scariest yet most sexiest things I have ever read.

I have a request if you’re doing them.

Basically Coriolanus has liked this new girl for awhile at the academy and she came off to him as like innocent and shit. Until he walked into a supposedly empty classroom where a teacher was fucking her from behind. He films it as evidence and essentially blackmails the teacher whilst saving her from a possible sexual attack?

Only now he has that evidence, he can use it against her too.

totally don’t use this if you don’t wanna obv but I thought I’d try🤷‍♀️

idk if i understood the assignment bc i started writing and it took on a life of its own but i hope u still enjoy it 🥲

warnings: MDNI! smut, attempted sa, coercion, blackmail

He likes the way you twirl your hair around your finger.

He likes when you flip it over your shoulder and the smell hits him in the face, the way your neck is bared for him, how your pulse thumps under skin.

He likes holding the door open for you, how you smile up at him as you walk by, the blush on your cheeks, the small thanks you give him.

You're just so...cute, so modest and unexposed, that even the sight of your ankles peeping out makes him hard, the innocent color staining your face when he accidentally taps your shoulder to pretend he needs help finding something in the library.

He likes watching you, stalking you, whatever you wanted to call it he didn't care. He wanted you in some form, whatever you would give him he wanted it. You were a soft feathered dream, a fantasized version of every thing he had ever wanted in life.

That was just the light hearted yearning.

He knew you cunt would taste like sweet honey, as soft as a rose petal wrapping around his cock. He came too many times in his hand, multiple times a day imagining it, imagining you under him squirming and crying out for him. You were a virgin, you had to be, no whore would dress, act the way you did. There was simply no way, and Coriolanus would take you in, show you pleasure the made you cheeks burn with want, whimper out your desire for him...only him.

He just needed to get you alone somehow.

He stays after classes, pretending to be working in the library while he watches you do the same. After a while though, you leave disappearing deep in to the academy when you should have headed home. He waits a minute before following wherever you got off it, but the noise stops him.

"Please." His pants grow tight at the pathetic sound of your voice, begging. He crept closer, "I can't fail...my parents..."

Coriolanus sees you through the sliver of a door, sees you standing in front of your teacher clutching a paper, sees your scumbag of a teacher eyeing you in a way Coriolanus reserved for himself, the facade crumbling out from under his feet.

There was no way.

But then your teacher runs a hand over his mouth before leaning forward, "What are you willing to do for it?"

"Anything," You breath like the naive little girl you were and Coriolanus knows what he has to do.

He needs to have this, for himself of course, no that sounds wrong, to help you. Surely your teacher was coercing you into this and he needed to save you. His poor innocent girl being taken advantage of, no he won't have that. So he decided to film it.

"Take off your shirt."

You don't even act surprised as your fingers go to the buttons on your academy uniform slowly, shakily working your way down. Your teacher already has his dick out running slimy fingers down the minuscule thing while you shrug off your shirt.

"Bra too." You hesitate but reach behind and unclasp it letting it fall onto the floor, bare back muscles tense. "Now your pants."

"I..." You stammer out as he gets to his feet to come behind you.

He runs a finger down your skin, "You said you'd do anything to pass..." He slams you down onto the desk your surprised cry making Coriolanus's own cock twitch.

Coriolanus has enough, and he's done letting him touch you, so he barges in. "Get off of her." He knew he looked so gallant barging into the room to save you as your teacher stumbled back.

"It's not what it looks like." He stammered out, "She came onto me."

He wiggled the camera, "Seems I have proof otherwise."

Your teacher's eyes go wide, "Please."

"Leave her alone." He glared shrugging off his jacket and placing it over your bare shoulders feeling you shrink into his side, your daring prince. "And you will pass her...or else."

He gritted his teeth, "Fine." Then he's slinking out of the classroom slamming the door behind him.

"Thank you," Your soft voice says from beside him. "It's my own fault truly..."

Coriolanus grabs you by the shoulders to turn you to face him, "You could have come to me for help with school."

You blink up at him, eyes wet, "I didn't think-!"

"I know." He hands come around your face, "You didn't think." His thumb trails across you pouting bottom lip, eyes finally glancing down at your exposed body, your breast peaking out behind his borrowed jacket, and what once was hidden is on full display for him. You're there, right there under his palm, ripe for the taking, so he does sliding his hand down, slipping it into the jacket to splay his hand along your bare skin. "You've been a bad girl." He pushes the fabric back exposing you more cool air perking up your nipples, "Whoring yourself out to your teacher instead of coming to me, letting him look at you, touch you...you're so lucky I was there to save you."

You take a sharp breath as his thumb brushes the underside of your breast. "What are you going to do with the tape Coriolanus?"

"I could show the whole school, show your parents that they raised a little slut." His thumb passes over your nipple and you shudder, the movement pushing your body closer. "Or I could tuck it away somewhere safe where no one but me will see it." Your eyes quiver not looking away from his face as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. "Look at you, letting me do whatever I want to you..." Have you wanted him this whole time too? You must have if you weren't stopping him, must have thought about him just as much as the pink color stains your cheeks. He pushed the jacket off your shoulders letting it fall to the floor running a finger down your naked spin, arching your back, pushing your breast into his chest.

He dips down and kisses your lips feeling the lack of your return. "What do you want Coriolanus?" You mutter out as he kisses your jaw, your neck one hand kneading your breast, the other tightening on your waist. You knew what he wanted, why were you making him say it?

"Isn't it obvious?" He walks you back, pressing you into the desk hard cock digging into you.

He gazes down at you, at your parted lips, at the vacant angry stare glazing over your eyes. "Fine."

You bend at the knees to go to the ground in front of him unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out. You stroke a soft hand down the length of him swirling around the tip to gather precum before pumping you hand along his cock. Your lips press to the tip, you took a breath, and then open wide to suck him back. "Fuck." He groaned out at the softness of your mouth, the warmth of you. And because he can, he records this too. You take him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of your throat, tongue darting out to lick the underside of him, and he realizes you aren't as pure and innocent as he thought his hand gripping your face harder. "You like sucking my cock don't you." You don't answer just pull back to bob up and down his length, hand swirling around what can't fit. He groans hand coming under your chin feel spit spill out as you glide along his cock. "Such a whore for it. Was this your plan all along?"

Teeth graze him in answer, he laughs hips jutting out to shove himself deeper as you gag. You could believe your own ruse if you wanted, but he knew better. You wouldn't have taken him so willingly if you didn't want him, wouldn't suck his cock so good if you didn't want it.

Your tongue swirls around the head, sucking in your cheeks as you glide down him one last time before he's spilling down your throat. You stay there for a moment with his twitching cock in your mouth as you blink up at him. Then you pop off him climbing to your feet, "Coriolanus."

"Mhm," He watches the small trail of cum leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

"Are you going to get rid of the tape now?"

His hands go up, knuckle collecting the cum, before he shoves it back in your mouth. "No." He said tucking his dick back into his pants. "You'll leave me if I do." He takes your face in his hand caressing your tear streaked red face, "Come on I'll walk you home." You glare up at him as he smirks, "Never know what kind of creeps are out there."

#daenysthedreamersblog #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #dark coriolanus snow

[bigkpopstan]

I’m addicted and I just can’t get enough - choi yeonjun

Title is from the song just can’t get enough by the black eyed peas

genre; suggestive, 18+ content.

warnings; implied sub yeonjun, gender neutral reader, inspired by yeonjun in a skirt, lying about the outfit looking soft. make out session, lovely couple bickering and sarcasm. oh the sentence “practically asking for it” but that’s bc junnie was like begging to be fucked in his outfit/the way he was acting (a little bratty) but that statement is iffy so I thought I’d mention it!! as always safe sane and consensual.

When you walked into your shared bedroom you noticed your partner looking at himself in the mirror, he adjusted his top and the sweater he was wearing, fixing his hair and changing his stance every so often; not paying any mind to the fact that you walked into the room. if he even noticed at all.

you began walking slowly behind him as he continued to adjust his outfit and hair ever so slightly beginning to make little adjustments to his jewelry, you could see the cogs turning silently in his head.

“Whatever jewelry you pick is going to look good.” You finally broke the silence as you got closer. “This outfit looks so soft.” You brought your voice level down a notch as you finally reached your boyfriend, arms lifting to hold each side of his waist, fingers bunching the fabric in between them to feel the material as your head came to rest on his shoulder.

“You think so?” He questioned, tilting his head as his thinking face became a little more noticeable, lips pouting unconsciously as he glanced at you in the mirror. You hummed in his ear before giving a gentle kiss to his neck, mumbling a small “mhm” against his skin.

“You always look gorgeous yeonjun.” You inhaled, honey and vanilla filling your nose indicating he had just gotten out of the shower. You were finally able to get a good look at his outfit, it was a cream three-piece, and it looked like it had to be crocheted, a knee-lengthed skirt, a crop top, and a sweater; the sleeves of which your boyfriend had rolled up a little bit.

“Mmm, what shoes do you think I should wear with this outfit?” His attention was directed back at you in the mirror, his eyes full of genuine curiosity as his thinking pout stayed put on his plump lips. You hummed pretending to think as you used this as an excuse to check him out, your fingers tightening on his hips as your eyes were directed to where the top and skirt met and where some skin was showing. Yeonjun’s hands find their way over your own as he leans his head back to look at you almost properly.

“Whatever you want to wear.” You shrugged as he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Listen babe I know I give you the same answer every time, but whatever you pick is always good and you can be so critical of yourself. No matter what you’re very handsome okay?” You stared into his eyes as he rolled them again and went to complain but before he could you kissed his pouty lips to help ease the annoyance. This time when he rolled his eyes it was sarcastic as a smile and a small blush spread across his cheeks.

“You know what?” Yeonjun questioned deepening his voice a bit while adding his playful tone as he pulled away from your hold. He turned around to look at you as your eyebrows raised wondering what he was going to do next. His hands found their way to you as he pushed you backward and because the room was a decent size your knees were against the bed in no time causing you to fall on top of it.

“Can’t you help me plan an outfit for once? I am asking for your feedback,” yeonjun grabs the sides of his skirt pulling his up to his hips before his knees get placed on either side of your hips as he continues talking. “To help me plan an outfit and all you ever say is ‘whatever you want’ I’m glad you’re so supportive, I really am,” he gets comfortable on your lap as his arms wrap around your neck. “But can you please? Help me pick something. For once?” Yeonjun’s hand finds its way into the back of your head tangled in your hair as he tilts your head to make sure you’re making eye contact with him.

Your hands made their way to his bare thighs, squeezing them as you licked your lips before glancing down at Yeonjun’s own. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll try to be more helpful next time you want my input. Hm? Okay?” Yeonjun began playing with your hair rather than forcing you to look at him as he hummed, pretending to think for a second.

Yeonjun’s face broke into a little smile, “Good, thank you! That’s all I was asking.” He made a face signifying that he was proud of himself and his accomplishment as he continued to make eye contact with you. You bit your lips again as one of your hands began traveling up from his thigh to the hem of his top, sliding under it, beginning to caress his stomach with your finger feeling how soft his skin is. Proximity allows you to hear his breath hitch as his back arches almost unnoticeably, his hair beginning to stand up all over his body.

“I uh-I have somewhere to be,” Yeonjun announced a warning, for the both of you, a reminder that you don’t have time to be sexually intimate. His eyes traveled all over your face for a reaction as you nodded, hand traveling further up his top. Yeonjun’s breath hitched again in anticipation, back arching a little more as his eyes closed, head leaning back.

“Baby,” you whispered, bringing your face closer in on his neck and shoulder junction. “You have somewhere to be but you’re practically asking for it right now.” You teased, lips centimeters from his ear. Yeonjun bit his lip. Between you whispering in his ear and your fingers beginning to circle but not yet giving direct stimulation to one of his sensitive nipples, he’s not sure how long he’ll last, especially when he has to leave soon.

Yeonjun whines as he released his lip from his teeth. “We can…continue this when I get back but I really have to leave soon.” The disappointment was obvious in his statement, you could hear the pout as his hand pulled you closer by the back of the head and tangled in your shirt. You pouted before leaving soft kisses on his jawline followed by his neck.

“Fine…but let me have you for just a little bit longer before you leave. Hm?” You spoke against his neck, continuing to leave soft kisses as your hands traveled back to his hips, gripping tightly. Yeonjun sighed as he leaned his head to the side to give you more access to his neck.

“Only a little bit longer…I don’t want this to end either. Just don’t leave any visible marks.” His voice was stern in the last sentence. “I’ll be back before we both know it and then we won’t have to stop or wait.” You nodded in his neck as you began trailing your kisses one by one closer to his lips. Yeonjun lifted his head back up to look at you with starry eyes before you began kissing everywhere but his lips. He whined as you did so causing you to laugh a bit before finally kissing him on the lips.

Yeonjun’s hand found its way back to the back of your head pulling you closer to deepen the kiss as his lips parted waiting for you to take the lead. Yeonjun let you lead the make-out session for a bit before you both needed some air, chests heaving up and down as you began kissing down his neck again, even moving his sweater and top out of the way to kiss more of his warm bare skin. Yeonjun’s face scrunched as he whined.

“Now I really have to go. Before I’m late, I’m sorry. We can continue this later. Then you’ll have me all to yourself yeah?” Yeonjun pushed you away from his body as he continued trying to catch his breath, nodding at you, hoping you let him go because if you asked nicely he would probably through his plans out the window.

You nodded, whispering “Yeah, okay.” As you began catching your breath again as well. Yeonjun nodded back as he forced himself to stand up, fixing his skirt, pulling it back down before leaning down to peck your lips a few times. “I’ll see you later, yeah? Stay up for me if I stay out late.”

“Of course.” You stood up to walk him to the bedroom door. “Again you look so good, I already can’t wait to see you later.” You checked him out as he walked in front of you. You could sense him rolling his eyes.

“Mhm thanks, I know. Try not to miss me too much.” He spoke as he looked over his shoulder at you while he grabbed the door handle to let himself out. You rolled your eyes before a muffled smacking sound hit both of your ears from your hand making contact with his ass through the skirt. The last thing you heard from him before he left was a mix between a whine and a groan.

#yeonjun suggestive #txt suggestive #txt smut #yeonjun smut #sub!yeonjun #sub!txt #sub yeonjun #sub txt

[avocado-writing]

Omggg i hear your requests are open again??? Yayyy so excited so excited. I’ve been thinking ab smth angsty with Crowley where the reader has serious abandonment issues and Crowley accidentally triggers them. I would love it to be angsty but fluffy at the end bc I don’t want Crol to be sad :(

Tysm and i hope you have a fucking great week💕✨

notes: a phenomenal meme, thank you. I hope reader seems in character enough for abandonment issues!

pairing: crowley x reader

rating: T

He’s gone, and you’re worried it’s forever.

He’s had to go and do some work. Some demon work. When the two of you properly began getting together he had to tell you about his true nature; you were surprised and secretly a bit thrilled because, well, how many people have a demon in love with them? It made you feel very special indeed. And Crowley does love you so very deeply, you’ve never had a love like it before. Which made it sting all the worse when he had to go.

You were bickering about him leaving. He had to go to bloody Spain to perform some sort of temptation, and he knew you couldn’t get the time off work to come with him. You were begging him to stay, he was insisting he couldn’t, and as neither of you could see the other’s point of view voices began to get raised. It ended with him leaving you in your flat, slamming the door behind him in frustration.

You’ve not seen him for a week. It’s been driving you mad. He’s gone, hasn’t he? He’s gone forever. Just like every other person who’s walked into your life with claims that they love you only to disappear when things got difficult. You are unloveable, you are not worthy of anyone’s time. You do not deserve to experience anything other than heartbreak.

When he comes home he knows he’ll need to apologise. It doesn’t come easily to Crowley, admitting that he’s wrong, but he’ll find a way to force it out of himself for your sake. He shouldn’t have left how he did. It was unkind. Petty. A relationship shouldn’t be about trying to get the last word in an argument, and he feels very small indeed.

He knocks at the door to your flat and, when it isn’t answered, he miracles the lock open and walks in. Maybe he can get started on dinner. Maybe coming home to the smell of cooking and him being all grovelly will make things better.

This plan is stopped in its tracks when he finds you curled up in a blanket on the sofa. You look terrible. Tired, miserable, and ever so small. You take one look at him and recoil.

“What do you –”

“I’m sorry,” Crowley says. It’s not forced or uncomfortable as it usually is when he’s made to apologise, but sincere. An apology is not a plaster, though, and you still look raw and wounded as he sits on the opposite end of the couch. You wince as he reaches out to touch you.

“I thought you weren’t coming back,” is all the explanation that you can muster.

“Oh, darling. I’m…” he wracks his brain for something that’s a suitable apology, but can come up with nothing better than another “I’m sorry.”

Tears begin to fall down your cheeks and you seem furious at them, wiping them away with the edge of your blanket, but still unable to get them to stop.

“I thought you were done with me. That you hated me.”

“Come here,” says Crowley, bundling you in his arms and pulling you onto his lap. You cry a little, at him, at yourself, at being so stupid. “I don’t hate you. I’d never hate you. I think it’s impossible, actually. I was just being a twat. I’ll even do the dance if you want me to.”

You laugh into his shirt and he’s relieved.

“No, keep that dance for Aziraphale. I think he’d be annoyed if he found out you did it for me.”

You look into his eyes, and he moves his sunglasses up so he can meet your gaze properly.

“Don’t leave me,” you whisper, voice trembling a little.

“I won’t. I swear.”

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[fluloa]

my headcanons for the sully family

JAKE:

- has an apron that says ‘kiss the chef’

- has thought about getting an ear piercing and would like to

- always itchy, like will be constantly scratching at a random part of his body during a casual conversation

- had a loner phase when he was in middle school

- doesn’t like fuzzy things, he hates the texture and the way it feels on his skin, gives him a bad type of goosebumps

- adhd. said what i said

- flexes his big dad muscles every chance he can get (good for him tbh)

- finds it so relaxing when neytiri plays with his hair

- is a big purrer, to the point where it’s embarassing and he HATES it but he can’t help it

- cries every single time he watches the start of finding nemo

- hates watching reality tv

NEYTIRI:

- loves watching reality tv

- bites off her toenails (sorry not sorry)

- really likes apple juice

- loves the song cover me in sunshine by pink, every time she plays it, lo’ak screams out in agony

- a sad beige baby mom

- makes weird faces when feeding babies and does the sound ‘nom nom nom’

- loves cats. jake got one for her for her birthday and he doesn’t think she’s ever seen her happier

- wine lover and proud (especially with these little shit of a kids)

- has a collection of perfumes and jewellery that she only touched like once or twice. poor girl just forgets about them bc of all the stress she’s holdin

- the type of mom to demand every kid’s room is clean when somebody is going to be over. lo’ak is always the one to say “they won’t even be coming into our room!”

- lo’ak gets a whooping for that

NETEYAM:

- asks jake for his old band t-shirts

- loves water parks and will say weeee when going down the slides

- lets tuk put makeup on his face. but that stopped after she used some cheap shop makeup on him and he got an allergic reaction from it

- sometimes he wears belt with his jeans and it is funny

- always forgets to knock before opening doors. once caught jake butt naked and has never been the same again

- his favourite color is purple but he says it’s blue so that people don’t make fun of him

- loves playing laser tag even though he sucks ass at it

- he’s a fan of marvel and he’s always first at the cinemas when a movie comes out

- likes to skateboard. surprisingly very good at it since he’s only used it like ten times since he got it for 12th birthday

- for some odd reason, he really likes helping neytiri out with grocery shopping? also a guilty pleasure to pick out some of his favorite snacks and being the perfect little son that he is, neytiri always says yes

- brushes his teeth DAY AND NIGHT without a skip

KIRI:

- definitely plays my singing monsters

- had a monster can collection phase (will not admit to it although)

- that being said, had an ‘indie kid’ phase and begged norm for a couple of unused cds so she could paint them

- listens to mitski and lana del ray and flexes it to people and attacks them if they say they don’t know who they are or they don’t like their music

- wants her septum pierced but by neytiri’s words, “i’d rather die.”

- does her own hair, hence why it’s so messily beautiful

- neytiri cuts her hair though, as much as she doesn’t like to admit it

- would really like a tattoo, but neytiri has said no obviously

- tried asking jake for the tattoo, but jake was terrified of neytiri’s expression so he said no

- then tried to do a stick and poke and it failed miserably (rejected from her skin a week later)

- weirdly insecure of her nose, sometimes she likes it, sometimes she doesn’t

- jumps on the trampoline with tuk until she’s passed out from exhaustion

- plant lover. like seriously has a dozen in her room and will panic if she hasn’t gotten the time to water them for a day

LO’AK:

- plays mortal kombat and has an addiction to it. will yell out fatality when putting neteyam in a headlock

- begs neytiri for waves (she always says no, thank god)

- has got led lights in his room that are stuck to the wall with shitty sticky tape. you can easily see it, too

- always facetiming tsiyera but half of the time she doesn’t answer

- the type to lick chip dust off of his fingers until the last speck is demolished

- SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS

- has a pet fish and secretly adores her, her name’s shelly and will go into deep detail if you ask about her

- favorite food is doritos and takis

- was a ‘all girls are the same’ type before he met tsiyera

- wears his worn ass jordans religiously

TUK:

- has a pink ipad

- makes her own fake youtube tutorials on said ipad. kiri sneakily watches them when she’s sleeping

- can do an impressive amount of tricks on the trampoline and each time she learns a new one she yells out, “DAD!!! DAD, DAD, DAD, COME WATCH THIS!!!! DAD!! DAD!! DAD!!!!”

- her heart broke when jake with a few drinks in his system decided to jump on the trampoline on a party night and ended up tearing a massive hole in the middle of it

- has a CRIPPLING obsession with slime and neytiri absolutely hates it. always searching up ‘how to make slime no borax no glue’ and always makes a mess of wherever she makes it

- SHE LOVES DISNEY and her favorite princess is moana

- begged neytiri to let her dye the ends of her hair purple. neytiri used one of those ten washes dyes in a box and didn’t bleach her hair before because “no way am i putting bleach in my daughter’s hair” when it didn’t work because tuk’s hair is literally pitch black, she cried

- she literally loves the low space buns hairstyle and will forever ask neytiri to do it for her. but will end up crying because of how hard neytiri pulls her hair (it’s not even that hard)

- has a huge collection of squishmallows (jake got her them all)

- doesn’t actually like chocolate but loves candy

- the type to bounce on neytiri and jake’s bed to wake them up

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[misshoneybee]

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄 𖥔 ࣪ ˖

— ℳ𝒾𝓈𝓈ℋ𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎ℬ𝑒𝑒'𝓈 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 —

Pairing: Reader x Ex-Boyfriend!Ari Levinson Content Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ari Levinson, bit of angst, slight coercion, mentions of tampering with contraception, fingering, oral sex (f-rec), size kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, kind of dub-con, unprotected sex, non-con creampie, general smut bc this is kinktober so minors, dni!!! Word Count: 4.1k  A/N: This is my first time writing Ari and I am very nervous!!! This was a little angstier than I anticipated but Soft!Dark!Ari compelled me so I had to listen! As always, I do my best to keep my reader as inclusive as possible but please let me know if there’s anything I can do to improve upon it! There’s no use of Y/N or anything else where you need to insert information to read just because that’s my personal preference! Please enjoy and I’d adore any reblogs or feedback, if anyone feels so inclined! Navigation: Masterpost | Playlist | Divider Credit | October Fifteenth | Kinktober Masterpost | October Twenty-Ninth Summary: A breakup doesn’t always mean forever–especially not if Ari has anything to say about it. When you come back to the house to get your things after leaving him, he knows exactly how to make you stay…

The old apartment looked the same as it had the night you’d left. Sunlight still streamed in through the sheer, ivory curtains that you and Ari had chosen together, the knitted chenille throw was tossed stylishly over the back of the plush sofa—it was like you’d never left at all. If you went to the kitchen, maybe your mug would still be in the sink with umber tea stains in rings down the porcelain.

It was silent and you felt a sharp pang in your chest. If the night that you’d slammed the door on your relationship of two years hadn’t felt like the end, this did. Gathering the last few boxes of your things that had been left behind when you’d walked out felt like the final nail in the coffin. You hadn’t wanted things with Ari to end the way they did—you hadn’t wanted them to end at all, truth be told.

You met him on a job, and you were smitten; he was so tall and strong and sweet—looking back on it, you never stood a chance. You just hadn’t realized that, for him, work would always take precedence. Sometimes it seemed like he was gone more than he was home, and you couldn’t take it. Sinking into the cushion that had previously formed around Ari’s broad frame, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you as the overwhelming scent of him permeated the air.

It was like salt air, the last dregs of summer clinging to your skin like sand on the beach. You could wash it away but never quite be rid of it; that’s how you felt about him. He’d begged you to stay—promising he’d change, promising he really wanted a life together like he’d once sworn that he did, but it hadn’t been enough. It was like you were balancing on broken branches each time he broke his promise to be home for dinner or to come with you to one of your own work functions.

The straw that had broken the camel’s back had come on his birthday. You’d taken the day off and had everything planned perfectly—breakfast, sex, a surprise, dinner. When he got called in and left early that morning before you’d even gotten out of bed, he’d said that he only needed to check on some reports and he’d be gone for two hours, three at most. The sun had been set for several hours before he came through the door and you were curled up on the couch, asleep and dead to the world as a cold dinner sat on the dining room table like a museum exhibit to the end of your relationship.

You’d woken up to his large hand brushing your hair from your face and you couldn’t even make yourself look at him. You’d tried so hard to keep yourself together—to keep the two of you together—and no matter what you did, it never seemed to be enough. When you told him it was over, he’d been on his knees. You could still feel his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed hard against your stomach as he begged for you to stay.

He’d change.

He’d take a step back at work.

He’d be home every night.

He’d be whatever you needed, as long as you didn’t go.

A key turning in the front door’s lock made you sit up, your spine going straight as a rod as you swiped some rogue tears from your cheek with wide eyes. He wasn’t supposed to be home—to be here. It wasn’t home for you. Not anymore, anyway.

Checking your watch, your brow furrowed; the shorthand was barely past the five—he never got home before eight. A zip of jealousy pierced your chest; was there a reason he was getting home early? Did he have somewhere to be? Someone to see? You barely had time to stand up before the door swung open, gently bouncing off the stop on the wall.

Static filled the air when his eyes landed on you standing in the middle of his living room, playing with your hands nervously. Uncertain, you gave a tiny wave, your voice feeling somehow smaller than the gesture, “Hi.”

“Hi.” Ari’s deep voice sounded rusty, like it hadn’t been used in days. He looked rough; his beard, along with his hair, was longer than you remembered. Closing the door softly behind himself, his eyes didn’t leave you, almost as if he didn’t believe you were back, “What are…”

At his trailed off question, you remembered yourself. That was the most dangerous thing about Ari—not his ridiculous strength or his too-short temper, it was his ability to make your mind go blank just by his proximity. Clearing your throat, you gestured down the hall to what used to be your shared room, speaking softly, “I was just coming by to get the last of my stuff.”

“Baby—” Ari started, crossing the room in four steps, his long legs almost completely closing the distance between you.

“Ari, please don’t start this again.” You cut him off, your nails digging into your palm as you tried to keep your composure. This was why you’d wanted to get your things and simply leave your key on the table. From only a foot away, you could see the purple beneath his bloodshot eyes, and you felt a pang of heartache, stopping yourself from placing a hand on his cheek.

It looked like he was doing just as well as you. Then again, the only reason you looked put together today was because of a work meeting you couldn’t get out of—in the immediate aftermath, you hadn’t left your best friend’s guest room and refused to do anything except work remotely.

Just because the breakup was your idea didn’t mean it was easy.

Exhaling, you finally took your eyes from his, trying to step past his broad frame, “I’ll just get it and be out of your way.”

A large hand wrapped gently around your wrist, his voice impossibly low as he begged softly, “I don’t want you out of my way.”

“And I didn’t want to come second to your work, but I did.” You bit back, jerking your hand away and crossing your arms over your chest. It was hard to be angry when you still just felt so hurt. Your voice wavered, your bottom lip trembling as more tears sprang to your eyes, “I came home to an empty house. I came second every fucking time—”

He’d never been able to handle your tears without his heart breaking. He had to make you stay somehow. Pulling you tight against his chest, he wrapped his arms your smaller frame, pressing his lips to your head as your warm tears seeped into his shirt, “I know I said it before but if you come home, I swear that you’ll never feel like that again. I scaled back my duties; I’m only leading the team part time now. I wanted to change for you.”

Gently trying to push away from his firm chest, it was futile as you murmured, sniffling, “It shouldn’t have taken me leaving for you to make a change.”

Holding you tighter, he pleaded, “Please, baby.”

“Ari…” Pulling back enough to see his face, you felt the resolve beginning to crack with the heartbroken look in his aquamarine eyes. Weakly, you reminded him, “we said we could be friends. Just friends.”

“I’ve missed you every single day since you left.” His rough thumb brushed over your cheekbone, and you couldn’t hide the shiver that ran down your spine at the gentle touch. It felt like home.

He exhaled, “I can’t sleep in our bed anymore because your side is empty.”

If he could just get you back into your bed, he knew he’d be in the clear. He had made all those changes at work, but he knew that there was more that he could do. You guys had had the discussion before; so, what if the timeline moved forward just a bit?

When you came back, he knew where you’d keep the circular blister pack of pills. He knew exactly what he could do with them.

You could feel the embers slowly extinguishing as you tried to argue once more, “And I’ve slept just the same since you were rarely here when I was.”

“One more chance.” He could see you on the ledge of forgiveness, balancing on the cliff as you teetered back and forth. You were almost there. He knew what you needed—you need something soft, something reassuring and loving. Ducking down, he pressed his forehead to yours, murmuring lowly, “Please, baby—I love you. I can’t stop, no matter how hard I try. I need this. I need you.”

“I…” Your fingers bunched in his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut as his scent surrounded you. It was suffocating in the best of ways. God—he made you lightheaded. It was impossible to form a single one of your errant thoughts into anything cohesive. You could feel your heart pounding against your sternum.

“You want me to beg?” Opening your eyes, you met his and felt a warm dampness begin to grow between your thighs. His pupils had dilated, surrounded by only a thin line of ocean blue. His hands trailed down your body, caressing the curve of your hip as he murmured, “I can beg, baby.”

“Babe…” You exhaled, the pet-name slipping through your lips without permission before he caught them in a searing kiss. A hand on your jaw tilted your head as he pleased, your arms automatically winding around his neck as your knees buckled. Fuck—you’d forgotten how perfect it felt when his body was pressed against yours. His tongue twisted with your own and he let out a low groan when you rocked your pelvis against his, brushing the bulge that had begun to tent his slacks. Like you weighed nothing, he lifted you with ease and your legs locked around his waist before you hastily broke from his kiss.

It was as if all of your blood had rushed to the surface of your skin, setting you on fire as the static left your brain. You had to stay strong. You had to.

Shaking your head, you breathed out shakily, “We shouldn’t…”

He was undeterred as his lips trailed down your jaw, a little smirk pressed into your skin as you moaned softly when he brushed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

“Let me make you feel good.” He hummed as your head tipped back, exposing more of your smooth skin to him. With the hand that wasn’t supporting you on your ass, Ari began to easily undo each button on your blouse as he slowly made his way down the hall towards your room, “Let me remind you why you need me like I need you, sweetheart.”

Placing you on the bed as if you were some precious thing—which, to him, you were—he continued uncovering your body like some discovery that he’d searched years for. His lips pressed gentle kisses down your sternum, and you pressed your thighs together as your panties grew more damp with each brush of his lips. 

When he pressed a kiss right below your navel, his hands gripped your hips as he looked up at you from under his lashes, exhaling, “Please, baby.”

Like a dam had cracked and sent a reservoir spilling into the wild, you felt any defense that you had left, leave your body. Running your fingers through his thick mane, your quiet voice shook as you nodded, “Make love to me.”

At that, it was like a switch flipped and he was hell-bent on some mission as Ari swiftly undid your pants, peeling them down your legs, off your pointed toes, before tossing them to the ground with starving eyes. You spread your legs, leaving room for his wide shoulders as he lay between them. You felt so exposed, your hips jerking as he brushing a finger over the wet patch that had blossomed on your panties from just his kiss.

He chuckled, slipping them down your legs and pocketing them shamelessly, throwing you a wink as your face went warm. Easily hooking your legs over his shoulders and tugging you closer to him, he smirked as a squeal was pulled from your lips.

“Gotta get you ready for me, baby.” Pressing a kiss to your mound, he used his thumbs to spread the petals of your sex and groaned at the way your wetness clung to your skin. Ghosting a finger over your clit, he felt his cock throb as your hole fluttered around nothing, begging to be filled. He tsked, “You know you can’t my cock without stretching out this pussy first.”

One of your hands fisted the soft duvet tightly as the other tangled in Ari’s hair, trying to stop yourself from shifting restlessly as he stared at your center. He broke the moment by trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your inner thigh to where you needed him most before his tongue licked a broad stripe from your weeping entrance to your swollen clit.

“Fuck—daddy…” You gasped out, your back bowing off the bed as he ate you voraciously, like he’d been starved since the day you left.

Daddy. He forgot how much he liked hearing that from your sweet lips.

No matter how badly you needed to clench your thighs closed, whether to keep him closer or push him away because the pleasure was too much, it wasn’t possible.

“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” The vibration of his words made you whimper as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking in an erratic pattern that made you writhe on the wrinkled bedding; he was ravenous as he licked and sucked and nipped, driving you wild as you took in every sensation you’d desperately missed. As he slipped one finger into your tight channel, you let out a dry sob of his name as he worked to get you ready for him.

Each pump of his finger made a lewd noise and he let out a groan at the way you shifted, like the pleasure was already too much, “How are you gonna take my cock when my fingers got you squirming like this?”

Using his tongue to trace tight circles around your swollen bud before sucking it between his lips tightly, he slipped a second finger in beside his first, hooking them upwards and forcing you to cry out once again as he pressed hard against your g-spot. You felt a mixture of your wetness and his saliva dripping from your cunt, running down to your puckered hole as you rocked your hips into his mouth.

“Oh god—Ari!” A warmth pooled low in your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the breathy oh’s that were pulled from your chest as an orgasm crept upon you quickly.

“You gonna come for me already? I know what you need, baby.” He teased, releasing your clit with a quiet ‘pop.’ He knew your body as if it was second nature, playing you like a violin as he thrust his fingers at a punishing pace, pressing them harder against your special spot with every push. He groaned, using his thumb to tug back the hood of your clit, murmuring lowly as he looked up at your blissed-out face, “Friends don’t do shit like this, baby. Friends don’t get to play with this tight little cunt, do they?”

“No, daddy…” You gasped out as his tongue lashed over your clit, overwhelming your senses. It wasn’t long before you were thrown over the edge, a cry pulled from your lips, “Ari!”

“That’s it. Just like that, sweetheart.” Your back bowed off the bed as a pleasant warmth spread through your body, radiating out through your fingers and curled toes as his tongue continued to lave over your sensitive skin, graduating from flat broad strokes to little kitten licks that made your hips twitch with aftershocks of your climax. Trying to close your thighs and shy away from his touch, you whined before he sat up, blushing as you spotted his lips and chin shiny with your juices. With the back of his hand, he wiped away some of it with a smug wink,

“You were so good for me, baby…

“I need you.” You murmured breathlessly, sitting up as you slipped off your bra before going after the buttons of his shirt. His touch made you insatiable—it always had. It was never enough with him. He chuckled tossing his shirt to the ground and shedding his pants and boxers before guiding you back to lay down. Sitting back on his haunches between your spread legs, he spat into his palm, using it to pump his heavy cock a few times.

“C’mere…” He murmured, tugging you closer before pressing his weeping tip to your slit, rubbing it up and down slowly before pressing it against your entrance.

It was like a spell broke as you yelped, “Wait!”

Cocking an eyebrow at you, his jaw clenched as he restrained himself.

Your eyes were wide as you remembered what you’d been forgetting to tell him since you’d gotten into bed, “I—I stopped my birth control. Do you have a condom?”

He had to bite back a smirk at your doe eyes staring up at him. As it turned out, maybe the timeline had moved to now. That made what he wanted to do, far easier. He could see it now, your tummy swollen with his kid, your tits bigger and your curves soft and rounded. You’d be a sweet, little mama. God—he couldn’t fucking wait to knock you up.

“Fuck, baby,” He feigned thoughtfulness. He knew that there were some still tucked away under the bathroom sink, but you didn’t need to know that. Maybe they were expired, anyway. Shaking his head, he exhaled, “We haven’t used them since we started dating. There hasn’t been anyone but you since you left.”

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you felt anxiety begin to trickle in as you pressed your knees together, hiding yourself from his heavy gaze, “Maybe, we shouldn’t…”

“I’ll pull out,” Ari reassured you seriously, a warm hand rubbing your knee softly as he cooed, “Please, sweetheart. I need you—need to feel this tight little pussy wrapped around me again. I’ve missed you so much. I gotta feel you coming on my cock, honey…”

He stripped your defenses away, and you took a shaky breath, nodding as you stared into his earnest eyes with a soft smile, “Okay.”

Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting back up, running his hands over your smooth thighs as he murmured, “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show daddy just where you need him.” Your knees fell open at his command, exposing your soaked core to him once more and he let out a sigh of contentment. Fuck—he’d missed your pussy; his hand hadn’t been anywhere near what he needed. Brushing a thumb over your puffy clit, he hummed as you jerked at the soft touch, “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart. Love teasing this little clit. So swollen and needy, isn’t it?”

“Ari,” You whined, shifting restlessly at his teasing. He grinned, taking a pillow and tucking it beneath you, angling your hips just a bit higher.

For his cock to slide into your cunt more comfortably.

For his cum to fill you even better.

Dragging his tip up and down your slit, coating it in your wetness, he finally pressed his crown to your entrance, and you whimpered as he pressed in just the slightest bit. You tensed at the stretch, forgetting quite how big he was as a whimper slipped from your lips. His thumb worked your clit slowly as he spoke lowly, “You can take it, honey, just like that.” Sinking in further, he groaned at the way your body slowly opened up for him, “Look at how you’re stretching for my cock, such a perfect pussy.”

“You’re too big, daddy—” You gasped as he pushed his cock halfway in, feeling tears sting your eyes at the burning stretch. Since you left, your vibrators had gone unused, as had your fingers. It was too much. You shook your head, whimpering softly as your lip trembled, “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” Holding your hips still, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, groaning as you fluttered around him at the sweet gesture. “Fuck—can feel you squeezin’ me, baby.”

“Focus on how I’m playing with your little clit, honey…” Rubbing circles around your nub, he pressed in further, spurred on by your softer, shakier breaths. Before long, he was seated in you to the hilt, and he groaned as you squeezed around him involuntarily. The stimulation on your clit became too much and you rocked your hips back, gasping at the way each ridge of his cock brushed against your walls.

“Please, I need…” Rocking his hips back, he almost pulled out completely before pushing back in and forcing a muffled whimper from your lips. Finding an easy pace, his hands holding your thighs wide open for him, you let out a hum at the feeling of him pressed deep inside of you. The rhythm became soothing as it rocked you into submission, feeling perfectly filled by every inch of him.

Leaning down, covering your body with his, he trailed his hands up your arms. Lacing your fingers together as he pressed your hands into the mattress, your head was already in the clouds when you gasped a soft, “Oh fuck—right there!”

“That your sweet spot honey?” He grinned as you squeezed around him, angling his hips to press against the spongy part inside of you once again. Snapping his hips into yours again and again, he listened to your breathy, ‘uh, uh, uh’ with every thrust. Looking down at the way your eyes had glazed over, he groaned, feeling his balls tighten as he grunted, “Love the way you look—all fucked dumb on daddy’s cock. Need this little cunt stuffed all the time. Should just keep my cock right here, shouldn’t I?”

“Ari—” You begged, just before his lips found yours again, his tongue massaging yours in a languid, breathy kiss.

Rolling his pelvis against yours, brushing against your puffy clit with each thrust, he taunted, against your lips, “You coming for me again already, baby?”

“Daddy!” Your thighs wrapped tight around his hips as you pressed your chest against his, letting out a quiet sob as your sensitive nipples brushed against the soft hair of his chest. It was like he fucked every rational thought out of your head as you rocked your hips with his, seeking every bit of pleasure that he could give you, “Yes—fuck!”

“Shit, baby, I can’t—” He quickened his pace, feeling himself near the edge as your walls began to pulse around him. Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t pull out now.

The muscles in your stomach clenched as he pushed deep inside of you with one last, low moan, painting your walls with hot, thick ropes of his cum, his tip pressed hard against your cervix, sending you reeling as your back arched off the bed for the last time. Your thighs shook, your body felt like a live wire and in the back of your mind, you heard him curse lowly, “Oh fuck, baby…”

He sat up slowly as you collapsed against the bed in a blissful, post-orgasmic state with your thoughts floating like a dandelion in the wind. Slowly, he pulled his not-yet softening from your channel and your eyes opened as reality hit you.          

Worriedly, you sat up, “Ari…”

Peering down between your thighs, you watched as some of his white, pearly cream slowly dripped from your used hole. He saw where your eyes were trained and couldn’t stop himself before running his thumb through it, pressing it back into your sensitive pussy until he was satisfied no more would leak out.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Running his thumb over your puffy lips, he hummed softly before finally meeting your wide, worried eyes with his impossibly dark ones, “We’ll get you a pill in the morning.”

Before you woke up, he’d go and pick one up for you. He’d take care of it. He’d take care of both you and the little miracle that you’d hopefully just made. And if you didn’t? He’d just try again when you moved back home and this time, you’d stay.

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[lilyrizzy]

continuation of this silly little fic...have more silly maxiel hunger games au fic bc I recently read the new book and got obsessed again, oops. cw: everything you'd expect with a hunger games au, death, torture & forced prostitution mentions.

Alex stares down at his meal. Lumpy porridge sprinkled with what District Thirteen likes to call ‘nutritional powder,’ orange juice, and an apple that looks far too green to have been grown underground. In three weeks, he hasn’t seen sunshine, real or otherwise.

“You aren’t going to get anything else,” George reminds him, and in front of where he’s shovelling food into his mouth at an alarming pace, his tray is already three-quarters empty. Gone is the good boy routine, vanished along with the Capitol cameras the moment Charles blew up the dome sky of the arena with a good shot and the reel of wire Seb spent all games carrying around.

Alex hasn’t seen either of them since that moment, Charles dead the moment the sky lit up, and Seb still in District Thirteen’s medical wing. There are rumours he’ll never walk again.

Max, who fought off the Capitol mutts in an attempt to keep the rest of them alive that night is their only other living ally. Right now he’s sat at the next table alone, his food tray also full. He’s drawing patterns in the sludge with his spoon, and mumbling to himself the way he used to, in the games. Talking to ghosts, or talking to his- To Daniel, maybe. By now, that probably means the same thing.

“Are you going to-“ George interrupts his thoughts, gesturing to Alex’s tray. He shoves it towards him, standing as he does.

“Go wild, Georgie,” he half mutters, meaning to walk back to his room, or to Toto’s to beg for something, anything to do to help him stop thinking.

Instead, he finds himself standing over Max, only with no real plan of what to say. Hello, I’m sorry your boyfriend is probably dead, but so is my girlfriend. Want to talk rebellion strategy? Yeah, right. Alex has a feeling that Max is as much an unwilling participant in this uprising as he is, or at the very least an accidental one.

You fucking promised me, you- You swore he’d be okay, that you’d protect him, you promised.

Alex had watched Max howl it all at Horner in the hovercraft as it took them thousands of miles away from the remains of the arena. Right before Max punched Horner in the face and ended up sedated for the remainder of the journey. The yellow-orange traces of the shiner Max gave him still give Alex a strange sense of satisfaction to see every time Horner calls him to the command room to ask him to star in more propaganda videos.

“Hi,” is all he says to Max now, shifting from foot to foot in front of him, as Max continues to mumble into his food.

“I’d need a gun for that, or at least a knife. Of course, these are too blunt, and-“

“Max,” Alex tries again, and that gets his head snapping up, as though woken from a trance. His eyes dart around before settling all the way on Alex.

“Oh,” he says like he’s assessing a threat and finding there to be none, “it’s you. What do you want, twelve?”

In the arena, Max had called him Alex. Maybe, like George’s gentlemen act, it had been something designed to please the cameras, or more likely, to forge allies. Allies they apparently needed to get this show on the road. Toto had explained this to him, that it was important to have as many districts as possible represented in the uprising victors. That way, their homes would have a reason to believe that they too can rebel.

“Nothing,” Alex says hastily, putting up his hands. “Nothing, I- I wondered if you wanted some company.”

Max glances from Alex to the side, where he can no doubt see George still filling his belly with Alex’s unfinished meal.

“Pretty boy is winding you up already?” Max asks, something almost teasing on his lips.

Alex flushes. There was no way Max could know about the night before, George’s warm body slipping into his bed, and his warmer hands finding Alex’s skin under the scratchy, military issue blankets. Clinging onto each other, the only piece of home they’d likely see again. Except, maybe Max can know all about it, maybe that was how he’d found his way to Daniel.

Max raises his eyebrows, and Alex choses to believe he’s just expecting an answer rather than recognising Alex's guilt. Even though Lily was likely killed right after his unconscious body was airlifted from the arena as a warning to any who sympathises or dares to love a rebel, there was still a small voice in him that warned that if she had survived, he would always have betrayed her.

“A little,” he says, half the truth and half a total lie. If he didn’t have George, he’d be like Max. Alone, and half mad.

Max smirks, but gestures to the bench opposite him. Alex sits, trying to think of something else to say.

“What, uh. What are you talking about?” It’s all he can come up with, and internally he groans. He doesn’t need to get roped into Max’s crazy. He cocks his head at Alex, like he doesn’t know what he is talking about, only affirming Alex’s belief that he's securely in cuckoo land, but it’s too late to go back now. “The guns, or the- The knife?”

“Oh,” Max says, nodding like this is perfectly sane. “I am trying to think of some way to the Capitol.”

“The Capitol?” Alex repeats, dumbfounded, because that is where they’ve just been rescued from. But- Realisation dawns on him, slow and then all at once, like the sun he used to get to see every morning.

“It’s where Daniel will be, probably,” Max confirms.

Alex tries to nod earnestly like this isn’t the worst idea he’s ever heard.

“Of course, Christian promises me that they are going to rescue them, but only when it is safe,” Max is continuing, hands suddenly animated in front of him. It’s the liveliest Alex has seen him since the games. “I cannot wait until it is safe, because what if it never is? What if they are- I can’t leave him there. I need to get to him.”

Alex tries to listen, but his brain stalls on one word, making the rest almost obsolete.

Them.

“Who else are the Capitol holding?” He asks, knowing as he does that the spark of hope Max’s answer lights might be the thing to tip him over the deep end too. Max’s answering look tells Alex that he thinks his question is very stupid.

“Well,” he says with a bitter laugh, “I did not exactly get the list, but I would imagine it includes yours and Georgie’s families-“ He waves his spoon in George’s direction- “along with maybe the rest of the victors. Your girlfriend, your childhood best friend. Fuck, maybe someone you sat next to in math class, Alex. Anyone they think they can use against you.”

Alex's head begins to spin. Of all the propaganda videos from the Capitol that had made their way to them here in Thirteen, Daniel and Lily hadn’t been mentioned or seen once. Alex had assumed this meant they were long gone, but what if they were only waiting for the right time to reveal their captives? Max is right, after all, they’d be more use to the Capitol alive. As bait, or maybe just to torture them with the idea of ‘what if.’

He thinks back to Daniel’s screams in the arena, calling for Max over and over to help him. Max curled on the ground like a child, his fingers stuffed into his ears.

“What about your family?” Alex asks, stomach turning at the thought of how much blood he would have on his hands at the end of all this. “What-“

“Daniel is my family,” Max interrupts him bluntly. Then, maybe because he senses the cold coil of fear his words help to settle in Alex’s stomach, he continues. “I had a sister when this all- But I told her to run. She had two small babies, and I couldn’t- There was nothing I could do to protect them if they stayed.”

Alex’s eyes widen. Running was almost unheard of. Growing up, he’d only known two people to try it, the wife and child of a rebel who had been hanged the day before. Peacekeepers put a round of bullets into their bodies just five miles past the fence.

“Did they-“ He asks, and Max shakes his head.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I like to think that because I never heard, it means-“ He shrugs.

Alex would want to think that as well, but the chances of Max’s sister running around the wilderness of Panem with two little kids, not only undetected but thriving, is- It’s hard to believe. To be kind, he nods like it’s not.

“I wish I’d told Lily to run,” he practically whispers because even though he doesn’t think she’d have made it either, it would likely be a quicker death than whatever the Capitol have in store for her now. Like Max, he doesn’t have much faith in Horner’s plans to rescue whoever they may still have, and unlike Max, there’s no way he has faith in himself either to make up for that shortcoming.

Max nods, his mouth a wonky line that in any other circumstances might be considered a smile. He reaches across the table and shocks Alex by touching his shoulder gently.

“If I make it there, to Daniel-“ He looks to the side, like his mind is still halfway elsewhere, formulating his plan- “I promise I will look for her, also.”

Alex closes his eyes, startled by the sudden compassion in Max’s voice.

“Thank you,” he whispers, but to be honest, Max’s words do very little to bring him any comfort.

Toto had made Alex promises too, like Horner to Max. It seemed this war was built upon the breaking of them.

—

“Tell me something about Daniel.”

Max looks up at Alex from where he’d been staring down at the same photograph Alex has seen stuck on his bunkroom wall. Something he must have grabbed when the bombing siren started to sound, before they all filed down into the shelter. In it, Alex can see Daniel’s curly hair, his well fitted suit. A Capitol propaganda photo, likely, that Max had swipped from some magazine.

The moment Horner and Toto called them into the control room to detail their scheme- sneak a craft out during the next air strike on Thirteen, when the Capitol is distracted to retrieve the hostages- the fight Alex was used to seeing in Max had almost completely diminished. Looking at him now, he looks- Well, a little pathetic.

Come on, Max, he thinks but doesn’t say, weren’t you supposed to be some bloody murderer?

Max is the deadliest victor in Panem’s history, a reputation that had followed him into his post-games life as a victor. Seb had told Alex stories in the arena, of how the people of the Capitol requested for Max to sit in cages at the edges of their dinner parties, the ultimate display of power.

“Why?” Is all that same man asks now, and it’s as if he’s too weak to even seem guarded anymore.

Alex sits down on the bed beside him. Around them, the metal frames shake, clanging together in the dimly lit bunker. Dust and dirt fall from the ceiling. Maybe the mission will succeed, only for Daniel and Lily to arrive at District 13 and find them all dead and buried under rubble.

“Because it seems like a better plan than waiting in miserable silence?” Alex offers, tucking his legs up to rest his chin on his knees. “Come on,” he prompts, when Max still seems hesitant, “there must be one thing you love about him that you’re not too stoic to share.”

Max laughs, despite their situation, and mouthes the word, stoic, shaking his head a little. Then-

“Everybody loves his big smile,” Max offers, finger tracing over the shape of Daniel’s lips on the photo, “the tributes we would mentor, the other victors. The people of the Capitol, who paid enough to have it, and much more, thrown in their direction, but- But I like it better when it is smaller. Softer. Just-”

Just for you, Alex thinks, but Max doesn’t finish his sentence.

“What about you?” He asks instead, offering Alex a small smile of his own, “What makes Lily so special?”

Alex laughs, because what doesn’t make her special?

“She’s like, the smartest person ever,” he says, because throughout all this he has wondered over and over what she would do in his place, and tried to follow that course of action. “I keep thinking how she’d have the Districts liberated by now if she was here.”

Max nods, lips quirking upwards again.

“Let’s hope she makes it then,” is all he offers, eyes back on his picture. It’s then Alex notices the expression Daniel is wearing, the soft smile Max was talking about. Maybe not a Capitol promo photo after all.

“Did you two-“ He starts, but stops himself, aware he is treading on shaky ground now. Another explosion sounds somewhere above ground, with the vibration taking a few beats longer to travel to them. Somewhere near them, a baby begins to wail, as the ground both above and beneath their feet trembles.

“Did we what?” Max asks, looking at Alex again.

“Did you, uh. Did you fall in love before or after your games?” It isn’t what he was going to ask.

“That is not what you were going to ask,” Max says. Alex flushes, but Max answers anyway. “For me, yes. For Daniel, he says it was after.” Alex nods. Max’s answer is the only clear confirmation he’s gotten since hearing the jabberjays wail that Daniel and Max are lovers. “Now ask me what you were really going to ask.”

Alex hesitates, but another shockwave of the bombing has him throwing caution to the wind. By morning, they might be dead anyway.

“Did you like, live together and stuff?” He finally asks, and it’s a watered down version, and Max sees through that too.

“You mean, why did we not hide it better, from the Capitol?” He asks, head tilted to one side in a gesture that Alex has since learned means he’s considering how to dumb down a very easy concept to someone he thinks is very stupid.

It’s half of what Alex had wondered, along with how they worked, given the entire country knew the rumours of how Daniel spent his time when he was in the Capitol, how he got so many of the jewels he seemed to proudly wear at every year’s games coverage.

He shrugs.

“We tried,” Max says, “for a while. Of course, people do not like- Well.” Alex feels himself flush again. “But it got very hard.”

“The logistics?” Alex asks, surprised by the flimsy sounding excuse, but Max shakes his head.

“No, the-“ He breaks off to chew his lip, clearly debating how honest he wants to be. One of the cats Max told him Thirteen only had to keep the mice away appears as though from nowhere, winding itself around Max’s legs. Max hunches over with a cautious hand to pet it, and it lets him, where with Alex it would show its teeth and claws. Eventually, he continues.

“My sister, when I came back from the games, she did not look at me the same way,” he explains, tucking the photograph of Daniel carefully back into his pocket. “The Capitol paraded me around like one of their muts, like I was some kind of bedtime terror meant to scare their naughty children, as well as the people from my own home.”

You used to terrify me, Alex agrees internally, but he knows better than to say anything. The cat between Max’s feet begins to pur.

“The only time I really felt like a person anymore was with Daniel,” Max says, like it explains everything and in a way, it does. “It was too hard, to go for such long times feeling like a monster, too easy to start to believe that you are. When we are together, we can just- I can just-“

Max breaks off, putting his head into his hands. As his shoulders start to shake, Alex realises that Max is doing something Alex has never seen him do before.

He’s starting to cry.

#sorry to be back on my 'plagorising the hunger games to put my lil guys in situations' bullshit but #needs must #max/daniel #fic #lily's hunger games au #<bc there's a few im sure lol #galex #<bet you never thought you'd see me tag that!! lmao #outsider pov

[cosmicghafa]

i’m on season 4 episode 15 of suits and holy SHIT I NEED TO UNPACK.

THE DARVEY CONTENT IN THIS EPISODE IS INSANE I NEED A MINUTE TO BREATHE HELLO??????

1.DONNA APOLOGIZING AND HIM LITERALLY GETTING RAGED BY HOW MUCH HE CARES ABOUT HER ?????

d- “i’m sorry harvey”

h- “i know you are but this just got a thousand times harder to get out of”

d- “you mean for you to get me out of”

h- “donna you of all people should understand by now that to me theyre the same thing.”

HELLO??????? MR SPECTER YOURE LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH HER????

2. THE CONVERSATION BETWEEN HIM AND MIKE

h- “well you got the job done by risking her.”

m- “and how is that different to all the times you risked me?”

h- “because she’s different.”

3. DONNA BEING SCARED AND BASICALLY BEGGING FOR HIM TO TELL HER HE CARES AND COMFORT HER?????!!?!? HIM IMPLYING HE DOES CARE AND WOULD FALL TO HIS KNEES IF SHE EVER GOT ARRESTED????? EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO SCREAM INTO A VOID

4. THE. ENDING. SCENE. WHERE. FADE. INTO. YOU. IS. THE. BACKGROUND. SONG. DONNA THANKS HIM??? AND HE ??????

“i told you i’d never let anything happen to you and i wont ever, so you dont ever have to feel scared like that again.”

AND THEN THE;

d- “i’m sorry i doubted you”

h- “i’m sorry i snapped at you. anyone else ever loses faith in me, it doesnt matter, with you its different.”

he literally. just. implied. that. her. opinion. is. the. only. opinion. he. cares. about. and. when. she. wanted. louis. to. take. the. case. he. was. hurt. because. he. couldnt. stand. the. thought. of. her. not. believing. in. him.

the looks. they exchanged. in this scene. that was literally donna realizing that shes in love with him and him saying he should leave bcs he just realized that what he just said made him feel something. ???????

and then LASTLY

the “why?” donna asks after he says with her its different.

and him replying “you know why.” AND THE PAUSE AND THEN “you know i love you, donna.”

HARVEY SPECTER WHEN I CATCH YYOOOUUUUU?!?!?! IM LITERALLY FALLING TO MY KNEES

i’m gonna jump off a cliff i love them so bad this is the best slowburn i’ve watched ever????????

#suits tv #darvey #harvey specter #donna paulsen

[zablife]

The Swimming Lesson

Finn Shelby x Adeline (OC)

Summary: Adeline makes a terrible mistake when she underestimates the vengeful nature of the youngest Shelby brother.

Author's Note: A lovely anon requested a dark!Finn fic. I included the John love triangle bc it added motivation. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: dark fic 💀, drinking, misogyny, murder

“Finn, say something,” Adeline urged her friend, the confession of a budding relationship with his brother John still hanging in the air between them.

Attempting to forget the refusal of his kiss, Finn stopped pacing along the bank of the pond as an irresistible notion came to him. “Will you go for a swim with me?” he asked.

Adeline paused, “So, you’re not upset about John?”

Finn shook his head as he proclaimed, “I don’t want to talk about that anymore. I’d like to have some fun with you instead.”

Adeline held her breath as she felt him take her hand in his, wanting to believe he was happy for her. However, something cried out within her at the rough grasp of Finn’s touch, the distant look in his eyes which had turned dark as obsidian glass. “You want to go in there?” she asked carefully, raising one eyebrow in a look of uncertainty.

“Why not? Are you afraid?” Finn taunted with a mischievous grin.

She peered down into the cold, murky water and gulped. “You know I can’t swim."

“You going to let that stop you when you have me with you?” he urged. Placing a hand to her lower back, he pushed her closer to the uninviting water.

“I suppose a quick dip couldn’t hurt,” she conceded as she removed her shoes.

“That’s my girl,” Finn praised, relishing the sound of it on his tongue. He watched with lecherous delight as she stripped her stockings down her legs, discarding them beside her hat and shawl before tentatively slipping her toes beneath the water. Modestly gathering the hem of her white dress in one hand, she tip toed forward, a pathetic squeal escaping her lips as she felt a fish skim against her calf beneath the thick green algae.

Finn went first with his back to the pond, holding her hand as she ventured into his waiting arms. He was captivated by every intake of breath and needy squeeze of her fingers against his. She was at his mercy and he relished every second of it. When her foot faltered along the slimy bottom where it sloped downward into greater depths, she cried out “Finn, I’m slipping!”

“S’alright, I’ve got you,” he replied confidently, flexing the muscles in his arms for her benefit.

“Can’t go much further,” she warned, biting her lip. The look in her eye begged for understanding, a sliver of mercy, but Finn only tugged at her wrists more insistently.

“Let’s try a lesson, shall we?” he said with a look of amusement.

“No, no, please!” her voice trilled anxiously.

“C’mon, you’re a big girl, you can do it,” he insisted, hands moving to clutch her waist and pull her into the center of the pond with him. She released a frightened cry as he did so, grappling onto his shoulders as she felt herself become weightless. 

“Finn! Finn, this isn’t funny!” she wailed, realizing she could neither see nor feel the bottom to ease her fears.

“Relax,” he commanded firmly as he pried her hands from around his neck. He chuckled inwardly at the way her nails clawed at his bare back and forearms, thinking of the suggestive tales he could tell.

Without warning, he turned her onto her back in one swift movement, hushing her whimpers as her hair dipped and swirled in the water. “I taught all my nieces and nephews this way,” he informed her, patting her dampened locks down gently. His fingers slowly crept along her arms, unfurling them from her chest so they reached out from her body like a crucifix. She couldn’t say if it was the chill from the water or his hands dipping perilously close to the curve of her breasts, but she shivered beneath his touch.

To her surprise she found herself floating easily, ears submerged below the water line listening to the muffled sound of her heartbeat thumping in her chest. Finn’s face hovered above her imposingly and a nervous twitch pulled at her cheeks. She watched Finn’s mouth moving out of synch with his words she could barely hear through cotton stuffed ears. Her brow furrowed as she tried to connect the words she thought he'd said, “I loved you." They made her chest rise and fall quickly with uneven breath, disturbing her balance. Something about the slight sneer of his lip and the intensity of his gaze made her tense suddenly, muscles clenching until her middle began sinking downward precariously.

Then Finn reached a large hand beneath her lower back to support her. With his opposite hand grasping under her chin, he elevated her face toward the heavens so she might breathe evenly again and she sighed in grateful relief. Eyes fluttering against the breeze, Finn swore she batted her lashes at him in that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he couldn’t help mumbling, his Adam’s apple bobbing in desire. Despite their proximity, he wondered if he had actually said it aloud. The moment of perfect silence stretched on as he cradled her into him adoringly, not a ripple to be seen all around them. 

The peace soon shattered with the force of Adeline’s impish laughter which forced her chin from his hold. Finn’s jaw clenched as he suffered the indignity of her rejection for the second time that day. The shred of affection for her dissipated with the faint echo of her voice as it skipped over the water. His resolve returned as he became more certain than ever of his decision.

Adeline bit her lip as she noted the look of displeasure cross his face and wiggled beneath Finn’s grasp.  Attempting to right herself in the water was a useless endeavor, however, as Finn kept her prostrated before him. Recapturing her cheeks with his long fingers, he pressed into her flesh slightly as he scolded, “Wait, we’re not finished." Then he queried softly, "Do you trust me?” 

“I-I do,” she affirmed, not knowing how else to respond. She screwed her eyes shut in concentration before exhaling shakily, “What are you going to teach me?”

Finn smirked at her obedience, knowing she’d sink like a stone without his aid, her fate literally in his hands. Leaning over to brush his nose against the shell of her ear, he whispered, “Oh, this is a lesson you won’t forget.” He allowed himself a moment to savor the feeling of his lips pressed firmly to her temple the way he imagined he might after making love to her. He swallowed harshly as he realized that could never be. Adeline did not want him. The hours spent in her company had been a lie and he felt like a fool. With that thought, he released her to the murky depths where she belonged.

Her eyes shot open in abject fear as she felt herself falling, mouth gaping in shock as she felt his strong hands shove her toward a watery grave. The air from her lungs escaped to the surface in massive bubbles as she attempted to cry out. Arms and legs fumbling in uncoordinated panic, she resurfaced momentarily. Her hands desperately grasped for a hold, fingertips brushing Finn's ever so slightly. "Now you want me?" he taunted.

Swimming an arm's length away to watch the look of betrayal and horror on her face, he felt righteously vindicated. Closing his eyes, he listened to her jagged screams pierce the air, sending the birds from the trees in alert. Then he paddled back to the shore, barely registering her torturous fight, thrashing in the dark waters until exhaustion overtook her weakened body.

Sitting upon the muddy bank, he witnessed her final struggle as she silently slipped beneath the algea, white dress billowing above her like a cloud. The ripples left behind by her futile attempt at survival, beating against the shore in one last, quiet protest. Finn’s breathing came calmly and evenly as he thought of walking home to sit by the fire. His sopping wet clothes clung to his body in the way her perfume still hovered in cloying sweetness and he longed to be rid of the sensation. 

The late sun had gone, dipping below the horizon in tranquil undulations of pink and orange. As Finn looked over the hazy water with a blank stare, a surge of pride swept through him. The powerlessness he’d felt earlier, washed away with the mocking sounds of Adeline’s laughter. As he gathered his shirt and cap, he closed his eyes to relive the sounds of the splashing and screams, trying not to forget their satisfying melody.

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#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Finn Shelby fanfic #Finn Shelby imagine #Finn Shelby x OC #dark!Finn #Finn Shelby

[luvrblythe]

well.., are they? || gilbert blythe x f!reader

jealous gilbert basically

got carried away again omfg someone stop me

warnings : cursing (from me lol), billy andrews, slut shaming but no sexual activities actually happen, idk if thats it

i was also inconsistent bc i kept using both "u" and "you" i apologize for that

— he would never say it out loud thats for sure

— if u weren’t together or anything he wouldn’t really be all petty about it

— big boy knows his place

— but he may throw in some subtle moves to get ur attention

— if he feels like it that is

— idk where i’m going with this

— but if you were together or like he was courting u or smth

— he’d definitely do something abt it

— if u thought he was protective while he was only crushing on u bbg he’s like 10 times worse now

— or better, if u like that sort of stuff

— he’s definitely not possessive protective, he just rlly doesn’t want u getting hurt :(

— i’m going off topic

— billy’s an ass

— we all know that

— but he also has a maaaassive crush on u

— and u being u 

— u were oblivious to his painfully evident attraction to u

— your mind and heart was too full of your gilbert you couldn’t possibly think of any other man in that way

— gilbert on the other hand, has known about billboy’s crush on u for years

— flashbacks to when he keeps calling him “bud”

— he didn’t rlly do anything abt it at first, bc yk, he didn’t rlly have the right to

— but u were his girl now 

— side note he wouldn’t call u “his girl” if you didn’t like it:))

— alr back to billiards

— he was soo fucking

— ugh idk but he was acting like a grade a asshole that's for sure

— he’d like constantly be around u

— and like help u out with stuff like gilbert would

— u didn’t think much of it, most of the boys u knew were gentlemen

— but then he started spreading rumors

— apparently u two made out when u came over his house over the weekend

— when u were actually at gilbert’s

— here we go

— monday came and it was torture

— the second u came through the door, the girls rushed to you and pulled u into their little corner

— side note #2 i’d give anything to be invited to their little corner

— u got bombarded with questions

— somehow they all knew they were just rumors

— they all understood how in love u are with gilbert, and they knew u too well to know u would never

— except josie

— she was being a bitch about the whole thing

— called u nasty words

— “you enjoy being passed around, y/n? i mean i’m not surprised, we all knew how you were gonna turn out. just didn’t think it’d be this early.” 

— fuck u josie

— the girls immediately came to ur aid, especially anne and diana

— i love them all so much

— meanwhile outside, billy and some boys were playing catch

— while gossiping ofc

— while u were basically scared for your life, billy was being congratulated

— for stealing blythe’s girl apparently

— “such sweet lips she had, couldn’t get enough of me. she was practically begging for more!” he laughed while tossing the ball to charlie

— ugh

— “really? y/n? y/n y/l/n? i never thought she’d be disloyal to gilbert. the two are practically engaged.” charlie added

— “i thought so too, but—, guess she just couldn’t control herself.” billy replied as he laughed along with the other boys

— what he didn’t know was that gilbert was listening the whole time

— ofc he knew this wasn’t true, he was practically glued to u all weekend

— omg new blurb idea

— anyways

— the second he heard this his mind immediately went to u

— how were u doing? were u alright? oh what would people say about u if they heard about this?

— he knows u arrive to school earlier than him so he concluded that u probably already heard about all this

— he desperately wanted to check on u

— but he had to deal with this dickhead first

— gilbert blythe style

— he walked towards the group

— but not like power walk walk

— yk that slow smug walk that ppl do when they’re about to confront someone?

— like they’re just letting their feet carry them and smirking? u get the point

— he walked over, jaw clenched but smirking nonetheless 

— “hey billy! how’s it goin’?” he smiled as he swung his arm around billy

— “hehey, bud! oh– have you heard the news?” he replied

— “yep, yeah the second i got here.” gilbert smiled

— billy pulled away so he could face gilbert “hey, uh– i’m sorry ‘bout your gi— y/n. i mean we all know how girls get. they can be such—”

— ooh

— before he could finish, gilbert’s fist met his face

— he punched him so hard he literally fell to the ground

— the boys gasped, which caught the girls’ attention

— it also caught your attention, which halted ur sobbing 

— oh did i mention u were sobbing? bc you know, 19th century, small town, word gets around, and unfortunately for u weren’t rich and privileged so ur reputation was very fragile

— u all scurried towards the window

— and u saw gilbert bend down to billy’s level, fisting his collar in his hand

— “try saying anything like that about my girl again– or any girl for that matter– i’ll aim for your mouth next time so you’ll finally zip it.” he sneered

— i literally don’t know how to write threats i’m so sorry

— billy couldn’t say anything. but before he could even nod, he was shoved down to the ground again

— bro where’s the teacher my god

— he made his way inside, prepared to comfort you

— and when he was met by your tear stained face and glossy eyes, his heart broke for you

— he pulled you aside while the girls retreated back to their little corner

— he led you to the coat room area thingy i forgot what its called

— and just pulled you into his arms

— my touched starved ass omg

— u rubbed your face on his shirt to wipe your tears which made him laugh

— u pulled away, but staying close enough so your chests are almost touching, and he kept his hands on your shoulders to ground u and to remind u that he’s there

— “i hate him now.” you mumbled

— “just now?” he chuckled, reaching his hand out to wipe a stray tear off your face

— “he’s dumb, and stupid,” “those mean the same—” “whatever!” you cut him off

— “i mean if you’re gonna spread a rumor, at least make it believable. and there weren’t even any witnesses! he didn’t even know where i was this weekend, and he has siblings! if i was at his house they would know.” you rambled angrily while playing with one of the buttons on his vest

— “adorable” he thought

— “i know, sweetheart, i know. but it’s alright now, he won’t be doing that again anytime soon.” he said while rubbing ur arm and tucking ur hair behind ur ear

— “everyone will think badly of me now.” you huffed, a soft pout adorning ur lips as u looked down at the wooden floor

— “don’t you worry, my love. i’m sure only very few people would believe that nonsense. and you said he was stupid right? billy isn’t capable of getting away with spreading a rumor. your name will be clear in no time.” 

— god i love him so much

— “what else did he say?” you asked, your voice soft as you looked up at him

— “he said your lips were sweet.” he replied, jaw clenching at the thought of billy knowing how amazing it is to kiss you

— only he is supposed to know how your kisses feel

— “well.., are they?” you laughed softly, attempting to lighten the mood as a sweet smile started growing on ur pretty face

— “hm, i don’t know, i'm having trouble recalling.” he replied, putting on a faux thinking face

— “oh my! we can’t allow that now, can we?” you gasped sarcastically as he laughed at your antics

— “perhaps you need a reminder?” you looked up at him with a smirk

— “oh fine, since you insist.” how could he deny such an offer?

— you leaned up to peck his lips once, but before you could pull away, his hand found the back of your head while the other rested on your waist, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer if that was even possible

— it made your head all fuzzy

— a good fuzzy

— when you pulled away he was looking down at you with the smuggest face ever

— you wanted to smack it off him

— lovingly

— then mr. philips finally arrived

— when you went to sit down you saw billy in his seat with a grumpy face and a bruised cheek

— you looked at gilbert as to say “you did this??”

— and he did nothing but wink at you

— and he did keep his word

— your name was cleared and billy apologized to you

— with his parents and siblings right behind him

— prissy was so disappointed

— this turned into protective gil instead of jealous gil

— oops

#i need to get more creative with my titles instead of just taking it from what i wrote #can someone tell me how to write less?? #unless ppl like that.. #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe headcannons #gilbert blythe one shot #gilbert blythe fanfic #gilbert blythe angst #awae #awae fanfic #awae x reader #awae imagine

[silent-sanctum]

hello in honor of the new barbie movie can we get a jotarox female reader where she has to beg him to take her to see it and he finally complies and takes her bc he loves her(sorry my english😅) 🙏

you know I was waiting for an ask like this 😬 and i do have something in store for this specific prompt. It's short though, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless ^^ 💕

Barbie Girl - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 811

It’s everywhere and it’s the new big thing. The Barbie movie is out and everyone is hooked into watching it live in cinemas. Everyone included you.

Now, normally you’d have no problem doing exactly that. You could just text your friends about getting together in your rocking pink outfits and watch the hottest film this week, but you had other plans and those plans included-

“Come on~ Let’s watch it together.”

“No. Not happening.”

Wanting to watch Barbie with your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo, who in all aspects, was the most likely to be opposed in watching movies like that. No one’s surprised when you look at him in his dark fits and standoffish demeanor.

But you couldn’t help but try and persuade him anyways while you two were in the comforts of his bedroom. After all, you did manage to convince him to do a bunch of other stuff he wouldn’t do in the past.

“Aw why not?”

“Because I’m not interested,” he said. “Besides, don’t you have other friends who’d be more interested in watching that with you?”

“Well yeah but,” you sighed, dramatically lying down on his sheets. “They’ve already booked their tickets and I told them beforehand that I’d be reserving the movie date with you.”

“So it’s your fault for thinking ahead of time,” Jotaro cocked his eyebrow.

“Yah.” You landed a slap on his bicep. “You should be grateful I’m this considerate for wanting to include and prioritize you in my plans.”

He had the gall to smirk and huff, turning to you to flick your forehead. “Then that’s more of a you problem.” You narrowed your eyes at him with a pout as you grabbed the hand that flicked you. Though with a couple of puppy-eyed blinking and pouting, your boyfriend couldn’t resist but chuckle at your cutesy antics. “But I do appreciate you thinking about me.”

“Does that mean you’ll watch Barbie with me?” You beamed, hopeful.

“No.”

“You jackass.” This time, you grabbed one of his pillows to throw at his smug smile. Not like it did anything since he caught it with one hand. “Ahh what will it take to convince you to watch one movie with me?”

He leaned back onto his headboard with his arms crossed, proud of his stubborn decision. “I told you. I’m not going to watch the movie.”

“Oh yeah?” It was your turn to smirk. You got on all fours and prowled your way up his bed until you settled yourself on his lap. “Not even when I give you a bunch of these?” To demonstrate, you cupped his cheeks and planted a couple of light kisses on his forehead, nose, temples, and lips.

Especially the lips where you kept on returning to for two to three more smooches. Can you blame yourself? When Jotaro tend to reciprocate your affections when it’s just the two of you around? More so when his arms would wrap around you as a go signal to continue?

But you drew back eventually, slightly breathless. “Still?”

He tilted his head, smugness still present. “Still not watching. You know those won’t work on me.”

“Watch it if you love me.”

“You’d break up with me if I still say no?”

You pouted. “No…”

“Cute.”

This time, you groaned and dropped your head on his shoulder. “Come on~ Why are you so against watching Barbie?” You whined. “Can you not be the Ken to my Barbie for just 2 hours?”

“Hmm… on one condition.”

You widened your eyes at the suggestion and pushed yourself upright, still on him. “What? What is it?”

“We get to watch Oppenheimer too.”

“Oppen-” You let the name replay before you made the prolonged “ahhh” sound of recognition. “That’s it?! You could’ve just said that in the beginning and I’ll be more than willing to watch that movie with you!”

“You didn’t look the type to watch a biopic about a man inventing nuclear bombs.”

“Well you didn’t look the type to watch anything hot pink and glitter adjacent but I still asked anyways.”

But with you accepting his condition, that meant one thing. “So… does that mean you’ll finally watch my movie?”

Jotaro stared at you for a full minute before sighing heavily. “Fine. One time only.”

“Deal!” You thanked your boyfriend with one more kiss on his lips before getting up. Immediately, you opened his wardrobe. “Now let’s look for something pink that you can wear-”

“Oi, since when did I say I’d wear pink?”

“We have to be in theme, love! Besides, you can still wear black with it because of Mr. Oppenheimer.” You shuffled through his clothes. “Now, I did remember you having one the other time…”

You heard him scoff in the back, though his next words were that of fond annoyance. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Drama king.”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB s3 ep4 Thoughts!!!

Oooohh starting off strong

Omega immediately wanting to go back because “it’s right”

Crosshair wanting to keep moving, not because he’s scared of going back but because he understands that he can’t help anyone if he’s dead

Ah there he is. The bitch. The Hemcock.

I wanna say Nala Sa deserves to be in prison but idk I’m starting to feel for her

Pretty sure she won’t survive the season though

IM SORRY THAT SHOT WHERE THE COAT IS HANGING OVER THAT POWER LINE???

is that,,,, a reference to yanno,,, shoes hanging from a power line?

hahahahahahah poncho stormtroopers

“You’re the one who wanted to bring… the hound.”

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

best duo this show has given us

If Hunter was the hesitant but willing dad, Crosshair is the exasperated older brother that was forced to bring his younger sister to the party he was invited to an now has to spent all night watching her

Ey not cool Omega. Someone was using that jacket to advertise their business

“See, isn’t this better?” “No.” “Ugh.”

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA

“I could take out half of them before they even know what happened” 😳😳

Yeah, I believe you sir

Damn fuck how many more clone crushes will I have to be burdened with

Jesus Christ

“That went well” “Stow it”

THEM

YOUR HONOUR

THEM!!!

Scottish Robot ahhahahahahaha

Say what you will about Crosshair, when that dude sat down across from Omega he was ready for a FIGHT

big ol’ softie <3

“You or your dad”

Glad Hunter wasn’t there to hear that

Or Crosshair for that matter

Both would’ve blown their cover

Tbh Crosshair makes a fair point about leaving while they can. The planet is filled with Empirials and they are running out of time

But he also hasn’t been part of a team in a while and maybe he’s forgotten some of what that entails too

Either way, loving how “selfless” and “selfish” are meeting in this ep

“I’ll do it your way BUT I WOULD LIKE THE RECORD TO REFECT THAT I DONT WIKE IT!”

Crosshair giving Omega a boost to get over the wall I’m crying

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” “Don’t push it.”

HE IS MY SOULMATE (based on sarcasm. I am vegetarian and I would free those animal friendos in a heartbeat)

The extra head shake and eye roll at that question too, he is already so done I can’t hahahahahahahah

“I hope your take-offs are better than your landings” “we’re about to find out”

Aaaaaaand that just reminded me that Tech was the one who taught her to fly

🥲🥲🥲🥲

That fucking shriek when the stormtrooper got blasted by the engine hahahahahaha

Ohohoh altered batch theme after take off? Okayokayokay I see you👀

Jesus Christ, Crosshair trying to prepare Omega for the very real possibility that Hunter and Wrecker are dead?

Like I know it seems cruel and defeatist but it’s actually kind in a way

Managing expectations in order to save her from a worse fall out

FUCK I THOUGHT I’D HAVE TO WAIT TILL NEXT EPISODE FOR THEM REUNION

JESUS

AAAAAAHHHHH

“We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you”

SIR

I AM QUACKING

why did Hunter’s appearance suddenly piss me off

Like Wrecker had a cute line and Hunter had to walk up like

“Um, five actually”

Like idk it felt like he was taking over the moment (which makes sense because he’s her dad but still it just sounded awkward)

EXCUSE ME??? I BEG YOUR BIGGEST PARDON??

Omega just explained that she only got off that planet AND survived so far thanks to Crosshair and all they can do is look all bitchy butt-hurt

Like I expected this from Hunter but why isn’t Wrecker hugging him?

Bc they went looking for Cross before, I thought we were past the straight up hate?

Love how stoically Cross is taking it though

I have to admit, so far this is one of my all time favourites. The comedic timing, the very real story line, the confrontation of previously opposed characters? Wonderful. But the pièce de résistance? Crosshair’s character description rings true again. “Severe and unyielding” Tech had said. I’ve rambled about this a lot recently, but the boiled down version is that when Crosshair commits to something, he commits all the way. Like how he committed to the Empire so hard that he hunted down his brothers. Or when he finally decided the Empire was a bunch of shitbags and shot officer shitbag (I forget his name) in the face. He has now decided to commit to Omega, for whatever reason. And it shows. Because even when she tells him to go, he’s literally only a minute behind her. He lets her employ her own strategies despite his preference and experience. He’s ready to beat up Captain Dickhead (did they even give him a name?) for sitting down across from her. He tells her to get into the ship first while he lays down cover fire.

Crosshair’s next “severe and unyielding” decision is Omega’s safety. And I couldn’t be more excited to see where it goes!

AND I cannot believe how much I suddenly like his character. I was so disinterested in him for like s1 and maybe 90% of s2 but now I am more interested in what becomes of him than I am in what the deal is with Omega’s M-count.

I’m saying it now. These seasons hyper focuses are: Rex, Echo and Crosshair (in that order) (for now, we’ll see)

Thanks to everyone who sat through that, have a good day/night/whatever, friend!

#THIS EPISODE #HOOOOOO BOY #gah this was good #honestly made me so happy #I am hanging out with people all day today but if that wasn’t the case there probably would be a new chapter of when we bleed today as wel #but you can’t have everything I guess #star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #sw tbb #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers

[valkyrayn]

Brainrot? as a fellow breeding kink enthusiast who of the 4 ToT men do you think would have the strongest kink? Marius an obvious one bc he needs an heir, male wife Artem probably dreams of having a family, but so does Luke with the childhood friends troupe he seems like such a family guy and kinda possessive?. Vyn seems least likely imo but I am interested in ur thoughts 👀

hello fellow breeding kink enthusiast. i’d like to think all of them have a breeding kink 😌

Marius has a breeding kink only cus he is nasty like that. he just loves filling you up to the brim with his cum until it leaks down your thighs. he loves making a mess out of you, he just wants all of you and all of him on you and inside you. but also on a more serious note, he really wants to have children with you. he can’t wait to shower them with love - especially the kind of motherly love that he never got to experience. he knows you’ll be a great mom and while he does have the fear of losing you like his mom, you convince him that everything will be okay. and that it’s fine for him to put a baby in you. ‘i’m ready to be the mother to your children, marius…’ and so he tries his best to — every day, every night, filling you up full with his hot seed.

Artem being the malewife that he is, has been preparing his whole life to be a dad. you’ve known for a while now that you want to have babies with him cus he’ll be such an amazing father to your kids. so the moment you said to him ‘put a baby in me’ he freezes for a bit cus he can’t believe you just said it so casually like that. he asks you a few times just to be sure he hadn’t misheard you. you smile and cup his face - ‘yes. now artem, please cum inside me.’ and he does, over and over again. he fills your womb every single night, at least 3 times a day and then making sure to place a pillow underneath you to prop your hips up. he rubs circles on your tummy and you see him smiling softly at it. he can’t wait to see you swell with his child.

Luke has been dreaming of starting a family with you ever since he first met you probably. he’s always wanted a big family, and he can’t imagine having children with anyone else but you. he can’t remember if that was the reason why he has a breeding kink. maybe cus he just loves coming inside you or because he actually wants to make babies with you. he says it during sex all the time, how he’ll breed you and will fill you up full. but tonight, he’s a bit different. ‘should we…try to make a baby. for real this time?’ you can see that he’s nervous. but you’re so glad that he asked. ‘thought you’d never ask,’ you reply. and that’s all he needed to hear before he completely destroys your cunt and plants his seed deep within your womb :)

Vyn doesn’t outright admit it, but he does have a breeding kink. the first time he came inside you without protection, was the moment he realized that he wants to keep doing it — to fill you up with his seed, to completely own you. the thought of injecting you with a part of him like that sends a rush throughout his body and he feels extremely connected with you more than ever. ‘tell me where you want it,’ he asks, just in case. he wants to cum inside you so badly but he wants to make sure you want it as much as he does. ‘inside me, please,’ you beg. and from then on, he makes sure to finish inside you every single time. he’s never thought about it before but now, all he wants is to conceive a baby and start a family with you, his rose, his and only his.

#brainrotdump #marius von hagen #artem wing #vyn richter #luke pearce #tears of themis smut

[radio-navlee]

Maybe some lee!trent ler!duncan ?

sure thing! Expect I don’t rlly know how to write for Trent… so this might be a little.. sloppy? (Omg I completely forgot I was writing this, if it comes out like 2 months after requested I’m so sorry!!)

Duncan sat on the dock of shame with one leg dangling off the edge and the other proped up to rest his chin on. He heard foot steps from behind him but didn’t bother to pay attention to them. The foot step slowly stoped which made Duncan turn to face who was standing behind him.

“oh, it’s just you,” Duncan said with boredom in his voice

“Just me? What does that mean? Did you expect there to be a pack of wild bison?” Trent laughed

“Dude, we’re in Canada.. also I ment ‘Just you’ bc any other guy would be less boring!” Duncan groaned,

“Oh whatever! Would u rather it be me or Owen?”

“Hmm..” Duncan hummed pretending to think, “I think…”

“Alright! You proved your point!” Trent rolled his eyes as Duncan laid a soft smile on his face. Trent sat down next to him and thought for a moment.

“You and Courtney huh? Hows that going down?” Trent said nudging Duncan with his elbow

“Me and Courtney? How about you and Gwen?”

“Well…..”

“Well?”

“I don’t really think she’s into me a whole lot!”

“You’ve got to be the most. Blind. Per-son. On- the. Plan-et!” Duncan joked poking Trent with each word he said

“Sure she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, her personality it awesome and she’s just a great girl over all! I’d do anything for her just to notice me once!”

“Damn you’re down bad!” Duncan said giving him a look,

“Im not as down bad as you, you’d do the same with Courtney!” Trent said, getting defensive

“noho-way! I’d never, her perfect brown hair the way her eyes stare daggers at me, I’d-“

“See! That! You like Courtney!”

“What? No, I just…..” Duncan turned away thinking

“You just?” Trent said in a mocking voice,

“Shut up man!” Duncan smiled a bit punching into Trent’s arm

“Hey!” Trent smiled back punching Duncan harder.

This then turned into a wrestling match where Duncan pinned Trent down laughing

“Youre weak! Did you know that?” Duncan said

“No, I didn’t! T-thanks for that information!” Trent said struggling under Duncan, kicking the dock with his feet and arching his back to try to get up. (It didn’t work)

eventually Trent brought his leg up to his stomach so he could kick Duncan off him. Not wanting to hurt him, Trent lightly nudged his foot into Duncan’s stomach.

“Duhuhude!” Duncan laughed releasing one of Trent’s arms to stop the foot tickling into his stomach

“W-hat?” Trent said still struggling to get the upper hand

“Don’t do that!” Duncan said kinda quiet

“What? This?” Trent asked wiggling his foot again into Duncan’s stomach

Duncan’s eyes widened, trying not to giggle, grabbed and pushed Trent’s foot back down.

“Yehes! That!”

Trent easily connected the dots, Duncan’s ticklish, stomach ticklish, foot tickle stomach, Duncan embarrassed.

“Why? Does it tickle?” Trent said in a baby mocking voice.

“Shut! Up! You’re so loud!” Duncan said shushing Trent, looking around paranoid.

“Oh, I’m loud! Oh oh sor-ry!” Trent said annoyed

“yeah! You are loud!” Duncan said pinning Trent’s arms again

He gave Trent a smug, I’ll make you pay, smile. Trent panicked, squirming under Duncan and looking for an opportunity to try to get away, it was too late.

“Duncan! I don’t know what you plan to do,” Yes he did, Trent knew what he was about to do. “But I’m begging you this is not the right way to handle things!”

“oh? Is it? I’ll show you loud!” Duncan said before using 1 hand to pin Trent and the other to scribble into Trent’s stomach

“AHaha! Wahahait! Duncan!!” Trent giggled, his stomach wasn’t his worst spot, but it kinda embarrassed Duncan seeing how little he reacted compared to him.

Duncan moved his fingers up to his armpits, Trent’s laughter raised a bit but not as much as Duncan wanted it to raise.

“Ohohokahay!! YoOhou made your POHOint!” Trent laughed, using his legs to kick Duncan in the back. It was a good try but all it felt like is if somebody tapped you on the shoulder to ask a question.

Duncan still wanting the satisfaction of showing how loud Trent can get, he moved down.

“waitwaitwaitwaitwait!! If yohour doing whahat i think you’re dohoing- DUNCAN!” Trent pleaded for Duncan’s attention, too bad Duncan had other plans.

Duncan squeezed Trent’s hips, causing Trent to let out a squeaky laughter.

“DUNCAN!! I-IHIHI-I! PLEHEHEAHASE!!” Trent stoped trying to kick Duncan, instead he started to kick dock harder.

“So you are loud?” Duncan gave Trent a cheeky grin

“YEHEAHASS!! YEHEHAS!! PLEHEHASE LET ME GOHAHAHA!!” Trent screamed,

Duncan quickly stoped, not wanted to get caught by the other campers. Trent pulled his arms down to try to rub away the tickles, eventually just hugging his middle and giggling to himself.

“What’s wrong? Was somebody too loud?” Duncan mocked

“Shuhuhut! It!” Trent panted out still catching his breath.

After Trent recovered, he and Duncan just sat in silence for a while. But Trent just had to say something

“So are you gonna act like that whole thing was caused because you were too embarrassed to admit you were ticklish?” Trent asked, smiling when he saw Duncan’s face turn from a ‘whatever’ to a ‘Oh shit’

"I wouldnt say that!" Duncan say quick, thinking of other excuses in case Trent were to ask more question.

“Calm down, I was just messing with you!” Trent chuckled poking Duncan's stomach. Duncan gasped and stared at Trent, Trent just smiled and got up to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Trent waved leaving Duncan to think to him self.

(God this took so long to write for no reason! I also completely forgot about it for a good month! Sorry Kasey!!)

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle fanfic #total drama tickles #total drama tickle #lee!trent #Ler!Duncan

[redlinereblogs]

so ashley (@towez) and i were talking and i wrote this sappy/angsty 1988 chat fit thingy and she encouraged me to share it.

Me: Yesterday I had the poopiest day at work so I was listening to a lot of evermore and I got champagne problems and tis the damn season back to back (so obvi I listened to those two on repeat for an hour). Anyways. I kept thinking of a 1988 version and I can’t believe I forgot to tell you about it bc of the snow!!!

Ashley: TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAIT do these versions end happy??????? Those are two sad songs Jules

Me: Of course it’s happy. We just have to get there Ashley. No worries. It’s always happy. They have to be happy. It’s the law.

Okay. So. Both Jonny and Pat attended SSM. They were on the same line and didn’t room together in the dorms but were road roomies. And they hated each other but then didn’t!!! And fell in luv!! 🥰

So they are in LOVE!! And no one knows because they are male hockey players who want to make the show and they can't be gay. So it is a SECRET!! And they kiss and hold hands and it’s all so sappy you want to die bc it makes your teeth hurt but also you can’t possibly stop eating it bc it’s too good.

So. They are together. And it’s everything. And they plan to ask for a room together next year (bc they are..like...sophomores let’s say). And it’s all sappy and adorable and I love it.

And then Pat turns 16 and Tiki and the family visit and see a game.

So Pat basically pretends Jonny doesn’t exist. And Jonny’s crushed and Pat doesn’t really know what Jon expected because “it’s my family Jonny. It’s just…it just is what it is.”

And Jon didn’t expect them to make out in front of Pat’s parents or something but “you just acted like I was a teammate. You didn’t even treat me like a friend, Pat!” And he didn’t. When Jonny’s family visited, he made it at least clear that Pat was one of his best friends on the team. Pat didn’t even make it seem like Jon was…well…anyone.

And Pat doesn’t know what to do but he’s got to go have lunch with his dad. And at lunch Tiki explains that he’s arranged some tryouts for Pat. For the junior leagues. The Q and stuff. And Pat’s all “But Dad. We agreed. I’d stay here till, you know, the draft. Play with the team and finish school and stuff.”

And Tiki just brushes off Pat’s objections. He’s old enough for the age limit now. He can do school remote and play some real games. Get his name out there more. He’s not like the others. He’s too small. Too weak. He’s got to make sure the scouts know he can play. Know he can make the difference on these teams if he wants to make it.

Pat sits at the dinner just gutted. “Can I finish out the school year at least?” He might not get to live with Jonny next year but they can at least have the rest of this school year. That's....it's something at least. Tiki shakes his head. “The tryouts are in January. We’ve talked to the school. You’ll be done by winter break.” And. Well. That’s it then.

And Pat doesn’t even know what to say. He finished the sandwich and his dad dropped him back at his dorm and that’s it then.

He goes to Jonny’s dorm because he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. And TJ answers the door and is super “He doesn’t want to talk to you. Go away.” And Pat begs and refuses to move and nearly starts to cry before Jonny tells TJ to back off and let him in. And TJ glares daggers at him but grabs some shit and leaves to give them privacy.

And Jonny’s all silent. And Pat doesn’t know where to start. And then Jonny’s just like “well…” and Pat’s crying and it’s all coming out and he doesn’t know what to do and they have to break up and he doesn’t want to break up. He never wanted to and it’s just awful

And it’s all sad and angsty and terrible. And they say they’re gonna try to go long distance but it doesn’t work at all. Pat’s parents pay his cell bill and he gets a call from his mother asking why he’s got so many long distance charges. and so they try to email and message but it doesn’t work

And then they just stop talking one day. Pat sends an email that isn’t answered. One of Jonny’s messages is left unread. It just stops.

And THEN!! (angst incoming)

Jonny gets hit. It’s one of his last games at SSM. He’s already committed to UND and is projected to go high in the draft. It’s all right there, ready for him and then. It isn’t.

The doctors (thankfully) don’t think he’ll have lasting damage from the concussion but they recommend he doesn’t play anymore. Jonny can’t look anyone in the face. His mother is a wreck. His father’s worse.

All he sees is pity and he hates it.

He doesn’t go to UND. He watches TJ get drafted and goes up to his room and cries. He turns music on and presses his face into his pillow so no one will hear. He has three emails and a dozen messages from Pat, who hasn’t talked to him in years. He deletes everything and blocks Pat.

He heals and moves back home. And figures out a way to have a life without hockey in it.

He and Pat don’t talk.

Until one day, Jon’s got the radio on as he drives into work and there’s a sports segment. That’s how he hears how Pat’s been injured. He’s a big enough star now that it’s news even up in Jets territory that the Hawks star winger is gonna be out for the rest of the season.

Jon winces when they talk about the hit. And then he turns off the truck and heads inside to open up the rec center.

As he pulls in his driveway at night, he pauses. There’s someone on his front porch…

He turns the key and opens the door to see what the fuck is going on. He stops at the bottom step.

“Thought you busted your knee cap.”

“Hello to you too, Jonny.”

And then Pat’s suddenly back in Jonny’s life. And yeah. He’s injured. And can’t really walk well. And the flight up here didn’t do him any favors. And he just keeps taking nonsense about flights and Ubers and lost-and-then-found luggage and Jonny eventually breaks in with, “What the fuck are you doing here, Pat?”

And Pat doesn’t really know how to answer that because the question he’s really been asking himself for nearly a decade now is “What the hell am I doing so far away from Jon?” Every time they played Winnipeg he told himself he’d reach out. And he never did.

He even broke down once and got TJ’s number so he could ask him how Jonny was. TJ told him to fuck off and then blocked him.

So Pat doesn’t really answer. And says he’s gonna go.

And Jonny (being Jonny) says he doesn’t have to leave now. It’s late. You can stay here.

And Pat does.

And Jonny feeds him. And eventually. They talk. And they joke. And laugh.

And Pat ends up staying through the weekend.

And then it’s a week.

And then, one night, he doesn’t go into the guest room. He shyly slips under the covers of Jon’s bed. Jonny watches him do it and doesn’t say a word. Pat leans over him a bit. “Is this alright?” He whispers. Jonny nods and puts a hand on his cheek, pulling Pat down for a kiss that’s sweet and soft. And then the opposite of that.

And then they’re just together again. In this small, sacred little bubble.

Jon tells himself it’s temporary. It’s just until the Hawks medical team green lights Pat’s surgery. It’s not real. It’s fake. It’s all fake.

But then Pat calls him “Babe” and Jonny doesn’t want it to be fake anymore.

He wants it to be their life.

He works at the rec center. Pat can teach math at the high school.

They spend summers at Jon’s small cabin and in winter Pat coaches one of the local peewee teams.

They fuck and fight and live.

They save up to go on a cruise with Jon’s family. And spend American Thanksgiving with the Kanes in Buffalo.

And then Jonny overhears one of Pat’s phone calls bc he gets home early. Pats arguing with someone. He’s saying that ‘No. It needs to be delayed again. No. No. That’s not going to work—Well I don’t care if I’m violating my contract. They can just sue me then!’

And Jonny knows it’s over again.

He’s lived this nightmare before.

Pat’s life is bigger than this. Pat’s life doesn’t have room for him.

AND THEN!!!

Jonny tries to break up with Pat and Pats like “no!” And Jonny’s like “yes!”

And then they fight and Pat finally breaks down.

"I’m not losing you again Jonny. I’m just—I’m not. It almost killed me the first time and I just…I love you. I’ve always loved you. It’s always been you. I…I love you so much."

And Jonny is just gutted and “I…I love you too…”

And then they kiss and hug and figure out how they’re gonna make it work.

And then they do!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Ashley: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, that was wonderful. I love a good angsty fic with a happy endingggggggg

Me: It’s even angstier in my head. There was so much DRAMA and I LOVE IT

Ashley: what are some more angstier bits????

Like Pat going on dates with women bc he’s supposed to and hating it. And then going home to google Jonny instead. He finds an account he’s pretty sure is Jonny’s insta but it’s locked so he doesn’t send a request in.

And Jonny watching the Hawks win the cup in ‘10 and seeing the joy on Pat’s face. They talked about winning the cup together. He’d known it was a stupid dream. They probably wouldn’t be drafted together. But it still burns. That maybe, in another life it could have been them.

Pat’s sister gently trying to tell him that they like his girlfriend well enough but also ..it’s…you know…okay if you don’t like her that much….

Jonny putting on skates again for the first time since the hit. He got a job at the rec center part time to rent out skates and run the Zamboni over the ice every so often.

The ice is empty for his first pass and he spots at center ice to cry when it all gets to be too much.

Pat trying to convince Jonny to move to Chicago with him. Jon knowing he can’t. Not because he doesn’t love Pat. But because being that close to Pat playing while he’s not would break him. He thought he processed not playing. He hasn’t.

Ashley: All of this makes me feel things and I love ittttttt Me: I KNOW!!! It’s just. 🥰🥰🥰

#1988 fic #i did it! i actually posted it. it's only two days late lol