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tmcsartstuff · 3 months

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Loser, baby reprise idea

If we get a reprise of loser, baby in season 2 I want it to be the opposite of the original song.

like wether that be something going on with alastor, his gambling/ alcohol tendencies, or the fact that he hates he’s a winged cat. Maybe, if we wanna be angsty, all three.

Like how the OG song was a combination of ANGEL’s relationship with VAL, his self destructing habits like drugs and alcohol, and his self hatred for his body and being a toy for Val, (or a PET, like how Alastor sees husk!)

And then I believe this would take place somewhere more personal like in a enclosed room or bathroom or even at the hotel bar, where the OG was in a messy open setting on some rando street.

Preferably it would be later in the season so there would be a bigger break and relationship development to help the reprise hit harder since it has ALREADY become their song. (And to help the pacing)

So husk would be all down in the dumps and Angel would lift him up the same way Husk did to him all those months ago but since then, their relationship has become deeper and sweeter so it would be slightly more… cute?

Like I don’t want something as light as the more than anything reprise compared to the original song where it just becomes lighter and more natural, no.

I want it to be sweeter in a way where it reflects how these two are still struggling together, are still losers together but it’s become less insulting and more lighthearted and teasing. like we already see in episode 8 that the losers thing has become a cute lil joke.

So, it developed even more to where the reprise makes it genuinely sweet while not dumbing down on the purpose of the original song? That would be PERFECTION.

It would be shorter than the og since it is a reprise, and it would NOT be where they kiss. I have many ideas for when they kiss (if they even do cuz omg I love slow burns but idk if I could wait ANOTHER season if we even get a S3) probably about a minute long like the other reprises.

Since I’m so hyperfixated on this idea, I already imagine the main line is changed ever so slightly.

Instead of ‘you’re A loser baby,’ it’s something super sappy and romantic like ‘you’re MY loser, baby,’ and they would both joke about how soft and stupid they’ve become?!?! I would MELTTTT.

I highly doubt if this were to happen these would be the lyrics by here’s my idea of how it would kinda go

Angel to husk: so things look bad, and you’re back’s against the wall… *much slower, lighter, softer.

You’re whole existence seems, fuckin’ hopeless..

You’re feelin’ filthy as a {I feel like they would change the lyric here, but it would depend on the context and setting to make it work. Like how the og was outside a gross bar, the line ‘dive bar bathroom stall’ fit for that situation. Or it’s just a general metaphor and I’m insane.}

Can’t face the world sober, and dopeless… [ok imagine instead if it getting higher here like the OG song it gets LOWER? It would be a nice change for a reprise : o]

You’ve lost.. you’re way… but you know you’re life ain’t wrecked {There’s two ways the buildup to the chorus rewrite could go. -

They could keep it the same, or change it up in a way to where Angel is referring to how Husk already helped him through this and this situation and how he knows it’s pointless to dwell. Which is why he’s helping husk now with the same problem, but he’s just a dumbass because he knows this! Reflecing on the original song idea of ‘yeah you’re pathetic but so am I with you’ kinda mentality.}

So I guess we’re correct… {or, as I originally said, OG lyrics BASED ON story context. Obviously idk what S2 is gonna be like lol}

You’re my loser, baby, my loser, goddamn baby you’re my fucked up little whiney bitch, you’re a loser just like me.

*And I would adore it if husk just did a sarcastic scoff and said ‘thanks asshole’*

You’re my screws-loose boozer and only one star reviewser [this line on they would sing it togetherrr]

You’re a {Depending on if the OG song was saying that Husk was also a power bottom and that was his company or if he just generally had company is still unclear to me, so they could hypothetically keep that line or take a spin on it where they joke about, say, husk being a submissive top? I’m just flowing with ideas gosh} [I wouldn’t be able to make a clever rhyme for that joke except for this so why not] >>>>>>

You’re a sub top at/off the highest rooftop, but you’ve got company~* in a more flirty and teasing tone cuz husk was also teasing him a lot in loser, baby*

I will not explain the joke but it’s pretty self explanatory [The roof is considered either the most empty or luxurious part of a building, it can also be roofs, flying, wings I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! And off if we want be a lil… dark if we ain’t referring to flying 🤨]

|Anyways I ain’t no professional songwriter in any way that’s just a little personal dumb line|

And then it would end! Like I said not in a kiss like the more than anything reprise cuz I don’t really want another chaggie parallel? (Not saying the chaggie and huskerdust parallels are bad it’s just parallels between the f/f couple and m/m couple when they’re both very different I don’t want to be many) -

I think it would be a hug or a soft snuggle or something more simple get intimate like that : P since Angel needs sweet stuff not more ‘sexual’ :/ advancements.

Or this whole thing is pointless cuz the point of the song was Husk telling Angel once and for all that he’s not alone and they wouldn’t need to bring it up again? But we already got the instrumental so there’s slight hope…

Anyways, if we were to get a loser baby reprise that is just my personal idea of what I think would happen! Obviously the second season is already written but if something even remotely similar happens to this I will be happy. Hell maybe I was right on point but it’s highly unlikely haha

Toodles~ |I didn’t write this at 2 am instead of sleeping on a school night cuz I had 2 assignments due whatttt|

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel season 2 #Hazbin hotel idea #Huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #not really a theory just an idea #loser baby hazbin hotel #love these sillies #Rants #rants n rambles #spouting ideas #I’m too invested in this concept #Long post #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel song #reprise concept #Just me being silly #The line you’re MY loser baby still makes me melt omg I just love that

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wonderthor · 1 year

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Birthday Bliss

late night quick writes

a/n: y’all i’m tired and gotta get up for work in like 3 hours😩😭

pairing: husband!geto suguru x black!female!reader

summary: sometimes things just don’t go as planned when you plan a special evening for your husband’s birthday, but that’s the best part.

warnings: married couple, SMUT 18+ (light choking, light degradation, pet names, mirror sex, p in v, no protection, creampie, light biting, cervix bruising, dirty talk, light slapping/spanking, light teasing), cursing, lingerie, unedited

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you were running very VERY late. it was your husband’s birthday and you planned this lowkey but special day for him and you were about to ruin it. you were ahead of schedule, as always, until you hit a bunch of unforeseen traffic on the way home from the mall. you told yourself you should have left earlier, but you were too busy looking at all the beautiful dresses in your favorite store. you went to the mall to buy yourself a sexy lingerie set, which didn’t take you long, but you still got distracted and now you were paying for it. which is why you’re on the phone scrambling around your closet trying to find your fancy dark blue gown.

“i know i know, i’m getting dressed as fast as i can! i’ll be there soon, just see if they can sit our table down when it’s time for our reservation in case i get there late. do you think i should just tell him to meet us there? i know it will ruin the surprise but that way he won’t be late to his own birthday dinner at least.”

you got undressed down to your new lingerie set as you talked on the phone and raked through your dresses. you finally found the dress you were looking for and laid it out. you were just about to unzip the dress to put it on when you heard a voice and felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your torso.

“hey baby, i missed you,” your husband whispered in your ear before kissing you on the cheek.

your eyes widened. shit, shit, shit! how come i didn’t hear him come in?, you thought to yourself. “umm, ok i’ll see you later bye!”, you rambled into the phone and hung up on your friend.

you turned around and broke away from geto’s grasp to face him, retuning a kiss to his cheek. “hey honey! i missed you too. but we’re going somewhere, it’s a surprise so i’m not gonna tell you, so i gotta get dressed real quick okay?”

you turned towards your dress and started to unzip it before you realized he was still standing behind you. you turned to him and noticed he was staring right at you, well right at your body. he was eyeing you up and down, with a look in his eye that you knew all too well. you looked down and realized you were in nothing but your new lingerie set that was meant to be revealed to him after dinner. damn, i guess nothing is going as planned today.

he walked towards you and you walked backwards, trying to create some distance. “baby wait, we’re going to a restaurant with our friends and we need to hurry cuz it’s almost time for our reservation okay? g-geto?”, you spoke in a calm, slow manner as if you were pleading for your life, geto slowly but surely walking closer to you as a hunter slowly closes in on their prey. your back hit the wall with a thud and your husband stared intensely down at you, and god did you feel like you were about to be eaten alive.

he swiftly grabbed your ass and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands instinctively holding onto his shoulders. “i don’t think they would mind if we were only a couple minutes late. besides, it’s my birthday so i’m allowed to get what i want when i want, right princess?”. he whispered the last two words right into your ear, causing a shiver to erupt through your entire body.

you and your husband’s phones were ringing off the hook, most likely because you were now wayyy late to your reservation. but for some reason you couldn’t even begin to care. maybe it was because your husband currently had you bent over the bathroom counter with his massive dick hammering away at your insides and turning them to mush. you gripped onto the counter for dear life to steady yourself, although you gave up on keeping your head up as your cheek pressed against the cool marble, drooling against it. your mind was nowhere to be found and your husband wasn’t helping as he whispered the nastiest filth into your ears. “fuck baby, sucking me in like the needy little slut you are. look at you, taking me so well, such a good girl for me. so tight princess, i could stay right here and fuck you all night and day if i could. you’re my perfect little angel, aren’t you baby? so pretty and perfect just for me.”

you could honestly cum from just his words alone, or from his dick splitting you open and bruising your cervix in every thrust. his hips swiveled and he ran right into your g-spot, making you jolt up and cry out. he snickered and moved one of his hands up, wrapping it tight around your throat. “look at you, baby. you look so pretty like this, so pretty when you’re about to come all over me. come on princess, open your eyes and look,” he swooned in your ear before giving two firm pats to your cheek, effectively making you open your eyes.

you faced your reflection in the bathroom mirror, saw how your eyes were lidded and drool ran all the way down from your lips to his arm that was around your throat. that caused you to focus on his strong arms full of bulging muscles and veins, then up to his sweaty hair that was all over the place. you clenched down around him, as watching him fuck the life out of you brought you that much closer to your high. “fuck baby, are you about to come for me? squeezin around me so fuckin tight. tell me sweetheart -shit!- tell me,” he called out to you, making you wonder how he could speak as if he was simply stating poetry all the while his hips were slamming into you at breakneck speed.

“about t-to cum, baby. please, please let me cum,” you moaned out mostly coherently. you’re eyes hit the back of your head as his powerful thrusts hit your sweet spot over and over and his heavy balls slapped against your puffy and sensitive cunt. he squeezed your throat even tighter and the pace of his hips told you that he was close too.

“oh shit baby, that’s right. cum for me, it’s okay, cum for me babygirl.” your entire body tensed as you came hard against him, shaking and jolting as you let out a stream of cries and whimpers. with a couple more thrusts, geto bit down on your shoulder, cumming inside you and filling you up to the brim. he gradually slowed his thrusts down to a stop, leaning on your back and your head fell onto the counter face first. all that could be heard now was heavy panting, although you really couldn’t hear much since your mind was still floating in the heavens above. once your husband was able to breathe calmly, he leaned up and slowly placed kisses all the way up your back. he kissed up to your ear and whispered, “come back to me baby.”

your soul crashed back into your body and you leaned up, supporting yourself on your shaky arms. “i’m right here baby, happy birthday.” he smiled at you and gave a deep and passionate kiss.

“thank you, and thank you for giving me the best gift ever.” he turned you around so you were facing him, pulling you into an intimate make out session. suddenly, you heard a phone ringing again and you both pulled away. oh shit. your husband walked to his phone first and you carefully hopped of the counter and followed him into the bedroom to get yours. you scrolled through seemingly endless texts and missed call notifications from your friends. they were probably pissed or worried, or both. your husband’s cackle broke you away from your phone and you looked up at him. he walked over to you with his phone.

“look at this, look at what satoru sent me.” he showed you the text on his phone that read: “oh my god, you’re fucking her aren’t you? all of your friends are waiting at this restaurant and you’re fucking screwing your wife while we wait and die of starvation. it’s okay, because i’m ordering the most expensive shit here and i’ll make sure you pay for it.😡😡”

you clasped your hand over your mouth as you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. “oh my god, we’re so horrible! our friends waited so long for us, i feel so bad!”

your husband laughed at your shame, “don’t feel bad, it’s my birthday remember? come on, let’s get dressed and try to make it there before everyone leaves,” your husband said as he threw a shirt over his head.

“ugh, i told you we should have waited until after dinner,” you said as you turned to walk into your closet. but before you walked away, your husband pulled you into him and held your chin so you looked straight into his eyes.

“oh don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll have plenty more fun when we get home later, okay?” he slapped your ass before letting you go to walk into your closet. now your cheeks were heating up for a different reason.

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binahs-sinbin · 8 months

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Riding octotrio until they pass out.,.,.

Yesss….I can’t NOT be mean to them like this

Octotrio, riding them till they pass out!

(For all of em I write them with afab reader in mind but genitals are not all specified!)

(All characters below are 18+!)

Azul

Cw: overstim/riding, slight crying, mention of cock slapping

“Don’t squirm so much, you’re gonna make me fall.” You hiss out, pushing Azul’s hands to your hips instead of your shoulders. “I will tie you up if I need to.” You warn before you start your rhythm again. Azul winces, hips involuntarily thrusting forward with every downward thrust.

“C-c’mon, please? S-someone could walk in a-any moments, the twins could walk in-“ He groaned, wincing a bit as your walls tighten around his exhausted cock again. He squeezes your thighs tightly as you lower yourself on his cock once more. “A-ah! Please, plleease, e-enough! I-I can’t cum again!”

You buck against him, feeling him throb desperately inside of you. “Really? Cuz it seems like you’re close again…” You squeeze him inside of you, grinning at the feeling of him once again cumming inside of you. “Oooh, there it is!” You laugh out, not stilling your hips in the slightest. You used his cum as lube to move quicker, milking him for all he’s worth.

Azul have a high pitched cry, desperately trying to still your hips by pressing his weight down onto them. “M-mercy, please, my little P-Pearl?” He glanced up to you, eyes sparking in hopes of catching sympathy. You can see tears welling in his eyes as he tries to choke them back.

To his relief, you do get off him and let his cock slip out of you, but his relief is short lived when you grab his softening cock and start pumping it as quickly as you could. “Goood boy, just lay back and take it.” You blow breath of cold air on his bare cock. Cum spills from the head once more, but there’s barely any left in his poor cock. “Aww, you’re dripping so much, maybe I should…”

You pause noticing the sudden silence from him, then you hear a light snore from Azul. You look up and see he’s unconscious, you give his cock a light squeeze, feeling it go limp in your hand.

You’ll let him go easy this time, but next time, maybe he’ll wake up if you slap his cock, or maybe give his balls a lil squeeze…but, for now you’ll help him get cleaned up and let him rest.

Jade

Cw: overstim/riding,

“Does it hurt?” You hum out, readjusting his cock between your hands before quickly rubbing his lubed shaft between your palms. “You said it was the friction that felt good, so this should feel great!”

Jade howled, the stimulation agonizing. “I-it feel l-like your burning my cock! I…please, I’m out, no more, can’t cum again!” Jade’s voice squeaked and he bucked, yanking against his restraints. “P-please, it hurts, be gentle-“

He gasp and tries to twist out of your grip. “Shh…calm down,” You hum out, slowing your pace as you feel his cock heating up to a painful degree. “Ok, maybe I’ll slow for a bit, would that be better?”

He instantly nodded. “Yes! Yes! PLEASE!” He yipped, legs thighs snapping shut around you. “F-feels like you’re trying to s-start a fire with my cock…”

To his surprise you stop, getting atop of him to shove his cock inside you. You place your hands on his chest. You don’t give him anytime to adjust before you are riding him. Jade moans, trembling under you.

You pause as you feel a wet substance coat your fingers, a glance down shows that Jade came in your grip. “Oh baby boy, so excited! Already, enough teasing.” You coat his cock in his own cum, teasing his dick against your entrance before slamming down on him.

You ignore how quickly he starts bucking, it’s hard to tell if he’s trying to get more or get you to stop. Whines escape his throat as he bucks up into you. You don’t pay too much mons to me he loud cries he gives as your insides clench around his cock. You don’t get but a few thrust before he’s laying on you, you have to shove him back to avoid getting crushed.

“Jade you’re heavy, sit up!” To emphasize you grinds your hips and lean against him. Jade whines out a half hearted apology before you feel him throbbing inside you, you don’t get a warning before he’s cumming inside of you. You sit up, letting him slide out of you. You grimace at the meds he’s left inside of you.

“Gross, Jade. Get me a towel or something.” You slide off of him. Before you can walk away you hear a loud snore coming from him. You glance over to see…Jade is asleep, with his dick still out.

“You owe me for this.”

Floyd

Cw: overstim/riding, vibrat*rs, creampies (reader has a clit)

You groaned, pushing the want up to your clit. Your body spasms in response and the lil eel under you yelps as you milk his throbbing cock dry. “Yess, like that!” You moan out and buck, raising your hips till just the tip of his cock was in you, then letting your body land ontop of him again.

“S-Shrimpy~! Turn it up?” You nod and flip the switch. You both groan as the wand goes faster, with a role of your hips you push it to where your bodies connect. Floyd’s cock bounces inside of you practically trembling. He’s cum so much, you feel quite full, his cum is dripping out of you down your thighs.

You feel his teeth ghost over your shoulder and you feel his nails digging into your thighs. “Easy big boy.” You push his face away. “Hands off the merchandise if you’re gonna rough house.” You move the vibrator up again, a gush of slick slips out of you and it almost feels like Floyd just blew his load into you again. “C’mon Floyd, I haven’t even cum once yet!”

The merman loudly moans before collapsing against the bed. “Ss-so good….” He mewled before pushing you gently. You slap away his hand earring a half hearted moan/laugh. “No touchy?” You groan and ignore him. Your hips lift up enough to press the wand to the head of his cock.

A shrill scream escape Floyd as he bucks up against you but unable to get the friction he desires. You jump a little when he grabs you and uses you to left himself up enough to rest his head on your shoulder.

You grab his cock again and slip it inside of yourself once more. You tremble as bliss starts to kick in and your body tightens once more before your knees start to get weak. Before you can cum, Floyd falls atop of you making you fall face first into the bed.

You glance over your shoulder to yell at him, but…he’s drooling on you…with his eyes closed…?

“Floyd, wake up! You’re heavy!” He doesn’t respond and you try to push him off of yourself but…he’s too heavy…

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade x reader #floyd x reader #floyd x y/n #jade x y/n #twst azul x reader #azul x y/n #azul x reader #nsft #cw ridding #cw overstimulation

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enbysaurus-rex · 3 months

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So maybe life is hard sometimes

and it would be nice if it were easier. It might not be any one thing, but maybe there are a lot of little problems that add up or thinks that are just exhausting? Disability/executive dysfunction/life/burnout maybe has you down, that’s all, and you know you can make your space yours to make it better, but what does that mean???

An incomplete list in no particular order about the Weird Shit I do to make my life less fucking exhausting, sometimes. I’m a certified adult, I promise.

More garbage cans! Put them everywhere! Next to your bed and your chair and your couch and both ends of your counter and your litter boxes and-

Hair ties, everywhere! If you have tie-back-able hair! Brushes, maybe, or combs! I keep them in my desk and in my kitchen and my bathroom and my car and my floor (I have cats) and my trunk and my bag and-

Toothbrushes and toothpaste! Gum! Those weird little single use toothbrush fuckers! Everywhere! I keep a toothbrush and kids toothpaste in my car cup holder! I brushed my teeth at 3pm while running an errand for my boss! I use kids toothpaste bc my hands hate me and it’s easier to squeeze! Big packs at the dollar store for the toothbrushes, and you can get cheap toothpaste! Hell, even if you just use the brush it’s better than nothing!! I keep another set in my shower and in my kitchen and in my bag

Loads of chairs! Seating! Everywhere! Stools in the kitchen, chairs by your vanity, shower chairs, literally??? There’s no law that says you have to stand up??? Sit on the goddamn floor if you’ve been standing in line for too long? I do it all the time? Live your best life!

Pre-chopped/cooked/peeled/whatevered food!! Whatever makes food edible for you, fckn do that! No need for extra steps! I throw a handful of craisins in my jar of peanut butter and then eat them out of the jar with a plastic spoon! There’s a food truck out there where they get worried if I don’t show up every day! I eat beans straight out of the jar if I’m not up to cooking! (I like cooking and I love my slow cooker but??? If you’re not up to it? Who gives a shit??? Get you some minute rice and some beans and microwave that shit!)

Disposable! Dishes! Fuck! Throw them away! Dishes are the WORST?? Buy some plastic bowls and some utensils and just!!! Yeet em!!! (Meal prep containers are great if u can bc you can keep reusing them if u want but u don’t have to? You can put them in the fridge if you don’t finish, take it to lunch the next day, rinse, repeat!)

Changing clothes totally depends on your work wardrobe? But fckn sleep in the next days clothes if you have to/can? Or sleep in some of it and leave the rest laid out next to you? Sometimes getting all the way dressed and undressed is too goddamn much?? Fuck knows I can’t!

Cleaning!! Clorox wipes are the love of my life and I would kill for them! Leave a box of those fucks everywhere! Esp the back of the toilet, where you bathe, and near where you meal prep, cuz that’s where you’re gonna have Waiting Time! Which means your bored little gremlin hands could clean!

Put things close to the floor if u gotta! I used to keep all my appliances (my slow cooker, my microwave, tea kettle, etc) on the floor bc I was too tired to stand up very often? So I propped myself up on walls and did my veggie chopping on the floor

If u gotta crawl, crawl. Butt scooch? Do that. Lean on walls, hang onto counters, do whatever. I’m usually dragging myself around the apartment like a shitty legless zombie extra and my cats love it. Maybe put extra pillows around for yourself if you’re a spontaneous napper

If keeping food fresh/using food before it goes bad is hard, buy frozen or canned or eat out. I sure as hell have no idea when the things in my fridge got there, and I’m lucky I’ve only gotten food poisoning like once that way lol, so just?? Yeah

Medicine bottles can come with easy open caps! You have to promise there aren’t kids in the house, but if u ever have grip strength issues or even if it’s a reason you sometimes don’t take your meds (CVS bottles, I’m looking at you), just ask your pharmacist to switch them out. They’ll do it so fast!

Charge cords everywhere! None of that ‘idk where I put my cord 😭’ shit cuz I have like? So many? All of them cheap? But they do the job

Please add more if you have them? These are ones I can think of from bed because someone reminded me that I Do Things Like This Now and it might be useful to someone

#chronic illness #weird disability hacks #how to adult when your body fckn hates you I guess #idk y’all my cat just dislocated two more ribs so I’m gonna hit post

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i-didnt-do-1t · 10 months

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Continuation of the Delancey writing prompt- Enjoy :)

(Link to part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/i-didnt-do-1t/721033684070924288/for-you-asking-for-writing-prompts-im-a-sucker)

The kid had managed to wipe off most of the dried blood with the damp cloth that Oscar had tossed his way while wishing that whoever had done this had broken the kids jaw at least so he wouldn’t keep asking dumb questions. But Oscar could never be that lucky.

“Why?-“

He scowled, “Cuz I ain’t hunting down your brother and I don’t want the blame for you bleedin’ out on the streets.”

Les frowned and the expression itself was annoying enough without his high pitched voice accompanying it. The kid was easier to deal with when he wasn’t conscious. “I wasn’t bleeding out.”

“You want to be?”

And the kid’s eyes went wide again, as he leaned back against the wall, as far back as he could get.

Aside from the litany of bruises the kid seemed fine, and if there was anything deeper than that, quite frankly, Oscar didn’t really give a shit. That was Jacob’s problem, Oscar was already doing his good deed of the month by delivering his kid brother back to him alive and awake.

He grabbed a cigarette from the top of the single cabinet in the corner and the pack of matches next to it.

“Are you gonna hold me hostage?”

Oscar stopped short, lit the end of his smoke, and turned slowly.

“What.”

“Y’know. For money. Jack was telling me a pirate story the other day and in it there was a lady that was kidnapped and they had to pay to get her back.”

He scoffed. “Course he was”

“Are you?”

“What you think your family would actually pay money to get you back? You’re one less mouth to feed for ol’ Davey there.”

The kid just stared at him, and for the first time in years he considered that maybe he should’ve listened to Morris because being the one to beat the shit out of people was far more entertaining than helping them was. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again. And hell, he was going to have to clarify this wasn’t he, cuz the only worse thing than the kid talking was even the idea of him starting to cry.

“No. I ain’t holdin’ you hostage. Actually-“ he moved away from his place in front of the door, but not before slamming it open so hard the wooden door bounced off the wall with a resounding bang. “Go.”

The kid just stared at him again, and then the open door, and back at him, and Oscar felt every muscle in his body tensing as his hand got into the rhythm of forming a fist, squeezing and letting it go again.

He inhaled smoke hoping the heat of it would temper his growing frustration.

Finally the kid’s gaze landed on him again. Wide and afraid. “What if- What if they’re out there?”

Before Oscar could even answer, Morris’s footsteps were echoing up the hall just beyond the doorway, “The folk that beat you?”

Again the kids head moved like he was watching a tennis match, from Morris, and back to him.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t think you’re that important to ‘em.”

And for a second it looked like the kid was going to answer back before he decided against it and firmly shut his mouth, redirecting his gaze to the wall to the left of Oscar’s head.

But Les had never been good at keeping his mouth shut.

“Elmer said one time you waited hours for him to leave Medda’s.”

“What, he tell you that?”

“No. But he told Race. And I listened. They think I’m too young to tell me stuff.” He paused. “He said you hurt him real bad.”

“Yeah, and the bastard deserved it.”

“Race said you hurt your dad real bad too.”

Oscar felt his eyebrow twitch and his fist flex, could feel the tension clouding the room as Morris stepped forward to lean in the doorway, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and jaw tensed.

“Oh, what else does Race say?”

Miraculously, the kid seems to realise he was saying too much, and with a slow glance between them both, paled a little before fallin’ silent.

“Who was it that beat you?” Morris asked instead when he got no answer, tilting his head up a little in question. Les stayed silent. “Hey kid. It weren’t us and there ain’t no way in hell I’m taking the blame for beating you and gettin’ done for it cause your folk have money.” Les frowned at that. “So who was it?”

It was a threat more than a question. Oscar could see the irony.

“Some guys that know Race, I think,” the kid started, eyes down. Oscar took a drag of his cigarette. “I was at a game with him last week, Jack and Davey’d gone out and left me so he brought me to his game and then the boys lost an awful lot of money and I don’t really understand it but they found me today and I thought they wanted to play again but they looked real angry and then they- they-” He raised a hand to touch lightly at his split lip. “I don’t think they liked losing to Race.”

Morris snorted, mouth twisted to something like a smirk. He blew out smoke. “Fuckin’ moron.”

“Are you gonna tell on him?”

Oscar couldn’t help but let out a short startled, cruel-licked laugh at that cuz Christ was this what happened when you grew up with regular folks? Did you really become this fucking naive? It was like some kind of weird look into a life he never had and with every word that came out of the kid’s mouth he found himself somewhere between wondering how the hell David had been second man of the strike and thanking god that he wasn’t that stupid.

Morris just blew out smoke, mouth twisted up into a sneer, mean and familiar. “You really want to lie to your big brother?”

“I-“ again Les’s eyes jumped between them, something between confused and guarded. Like he knew there was some kind of joke he wasn’t in on. “No.” And then with more certainty. “No.”

“Atta-boy.” Oscar said, because this whole confrontation just got interesting. He wondered, not for the first time, what it would take for David to resort to physical violence. What it would take to drag him down to the same level as the rest of them. Maybe Race almost getting his brother killed would do it. “Cuz as a big brother, I know I’d fuckin’ hate it if I found out Morris was lying to me about something. Wouldn’t I Mo?”

And then the look on Morris’s face morphed into a glare shot at him from across the room and Oscar wasn’t oblivious to the way Morris’s hand had escaped his pocket, instead white knuckled on the door frame.

“Yeah. You would.”

Oscar rolled his shoulder, turning his attention back to the kid. “See. You’re cleaned up and it’s getting late. We should get you back to the distribution centre n’ you can tell your brother all about what happened.”

“Right.” Les pushed himself of the bed, and Oscar didn’t know how he was meant to react when the kid turned around and smoothed out the wrinkles on the thin blanket.

“Start walking kid, we’ll follow you out.”

It was only when the kid began to move toward the door that Oscar realised he was limping, and not just a little either, the type that slowed him down and put a look of his face like he was biting into a lemon every time he had to put weight on his left leg.

Morris didn’t move when Les reached the doorway, instead staring down at him as he brought his cigarette up to his mouth. “Real shiner you got there kid.”

Les ducked his head and squeezed past him, not looking up, not meeting his gaze.

Oscar took that as his cue to follow, stopping in the doorway just long enough to pull Morris’s hat down over his eyes on the way past.

Morris’s eye-roll and the aggression with which he shoved Oscar away to fix his hat was followed by a question as they started down the hall.

“Tell me I wasn’t this annoying as a kid.”

“Nah, I think da beat it out of you by the time you were six er seven.”

“Christ, alright.”

“You asked.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I get his reasons a little better now.”

(Part 3- https://www.tumblr.com/i-didnt-do-1t/722286550538403840/3rd-and-final-part-dont-think-its-my-best-but)

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #the delancey brothers #les jacobs #oscar delancey #morris delancey

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dogmomwrites · 2 years

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Find the Words!

⚠️ long post ⚠️

With @fearofahumanplanet (thanks for the tags!) playing catch-up on some of these, I suddenly found myself a bit behind as well. So to avoid multiple posts, I'm gonna cram three into one! You're welcome! All excerpts are taken from my two mains, as per my usual

Tagging @marinesocks, @maguayans, @witherednightmare, and @andromedatalksaboutstuff. Your words are realize, dread, connect, ship, and gaze. If you can't find one, you have to include a fun fact about your WIP, your writing process, or one of your characters! (shamelessly stolen from @marinesocks, so blame her!)

My first set of words were

Preside, pedestrian, ordinary, pride, and exempt

Preside

I don't have this word. Almost half a million words in my mains, and none of them are this one. So, since I bully everyone I tag with this requirement, I'll add a fun fact!

When I was young, I thought that "Sean" was pronounced "bean", and when Lord of the Rings came out, I was thrilled by Sean Bean's name. And, in turn, I was devastated when I learned how his name was actually pronounced. It was--inexplicably--like a betrayal to me. So much so, I never forgot about it and went so far as to name an OC Seen, which is pronounced how it's spelled cuz I'm not a deceiver like Sean Bean 😤

Pedestrian

Another one I don't have, so another fun fact!

The unnamed WIP I keep using for some of these snippets is just under 77k words long, and was written over the fairly short course of three weeks earlier this year. As a slow writer, that's definitely the fastest I've completed a project!

Ordinary (taken from Castle)

It was small, with only the two beds that they’d used. The beds were on either side of the room with a nightstand beside them. There were no decorations, no pictures on the walls or vases of flowers on the nightstands. Even the wooden bedframes were as plain and ordinary as they could get, and the sheets themselves were solid white.

Caleb dressed as they walked down the hall, hopping when he pulled his trousers on and thumping Jay in the back with his axe while fastening them.

“Ouch! Are you trying to kill me? I thought we were friends.”

“Sorry. It was an axe-ident,” he said, then laughed at his joke.

Pride (taken from unnamed)

“None of them tried reasoning with the dog, I see,” McAllister noted with, perhaps, a bit of pride.

Noticing, Beulah grinned. “I wonder why they didn’t think of that.”

“Cuz dogs can’t talk,” Cooper grumbled, crossing his arms. There was no way that dog had actually understood what McAllister had said. No way. And yet…

Exempt

I am exempt on this word. (ha!) Fun fact number 3!

Castle in the Ice has 6 main characters, 17 side characters, and 41 background characters for a total of 64!

My second set of words were

Authority, expose, siege, gap, and scandal

Authority (taken from Castle)

“What if he is a spy?”

“Just for a few days, please! Then you can wake all the highest authorities and have us thrown in jail or hung as treasons or drawn and quartered or all of the above!”

Unable to help it, he laughed at her and her outrageous promises. “I’m not going to have you tried as criminals, so long as you don’t break any major laws. No stealing, no breaking and entering, no altering your grade scores—not even your Mainland History.”

“Oh, come on!”

“You didn’t even show up for half the classes. You deserve to fail that one. Maybe you’ll actually attend next semester or at least open the book once in a while. Maybe even read it.”

Expose (taken from Castle)

Up ahead was a pinprick of light, invisible in the halo of the torch’s fire, but as they drew closer, it grew brighter. The tunnel opened up just ahead, where the colorful light spilled out. The source of it was countless tiny gems in the stone, some more than half covered, others well exposed, but all emitting a sparkling glow.

They were in a massive circular cavern, far larger than any they had passed through up to this point. There was a huge oval-shaped hole in the middle of it, spanning from one side of the cavern to the other so that the only way to cross it was a single bridge that was no more than a narrow, flat stretch of stone that may have been natural. It had no rails, and there were small sections of it missing along the sides, leaving it chipped and weak. Several other such bridges had once stood with it, but they were only jutting tongues of broken stone now.

Siege (taken from Castle)

He imitated her stance, crossing his arms and frowning down at Nuka. He’d seen explosives first-hand. They didn’t leave a pretty scene. It had been like thunder and lightning and fire hitting the earth all at once. Such brutality. And they had such things here?

Nuka scoffed. “Your vote doesn’t count, not after your boring door.” In defiance, he crossed his arms as well. “The explosives aren’t actually in the room, just controlled from the room. They’re all outside. Or most all of them. They’re under the ice, all around the castle, in case of a siege. This way we can just blow the enemy up without even stepping outside. Seen told me about it. All they need is someone with magic. It’s awesome!”

They had explosives that could be set off from a distance? He narrowed his eyes, and Nuka sighed.

Gap (taken from Castle)

“I haven’t decided if we can trust you or not.” Raavi watched him, gauging his reaction. He was just taken by surprise. “You look like you’re in pain.”

“Just my side.”

“What is it?”

“I keep breathing, and that makes everything hurt.”

Raavi stared at him, this time in disbelief. “Are you serious? Was that from the avalanche?”

“No, it started when I was running from a large wolf outside.” He acted offended, but mumbled when he added, “I jumped a gap and hit my side against the rocks. It has hurt rather badly since then.”

Scandal (taken from Castle)

Aero half-turned to see Nuka walking on the matisses while Arial tried to get him down. They were still arguing about Raavi the Overlord, Ruler of All Worlds. He had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. “Is your mother back there as well?”

“No, I don’t know where she is. Never met her.”

“I am sorry for your loss,” he said.

“I didn’t lose her. I...I’m illegitimate.” He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual, but Aero could see it bothered him, and he continued without much pause to hurry through it. “It was a huge scandal, one of the most respected Council members having a kid through an affair. But the biggest thing was that he kept me. Only he knows who my mom is. And her, of course.”

“Oh,” he said. It sounded lame, so he added, “My parents are both dead. Father drank himself to death—I am sure it was how he wanted to go, doing what he loved best. Mother died slower, withering from a broken heart.”

My third set of words were

Rent, box, threat, start, constitute

Rent (taken from Castle)

“Ye know a lot about the library.”

“I should think I do. It’s mine.” Old Tom set a paw on his book to hold his place as he looked up at Nightwish. “I’m the librarian. It’s my duty to know everything about my library. I keep it clean and ordered, I hold the book-renters responsible for what they take out, I help anyone with whatever they need, I train the assistants, I repair the damaged books, and I will pick my successor when I retire or sometime before I die.”

It sounded awful to Nightwish, a man of action, of adventure. But he could see in the cat’s pale eyes that it was what he loved to do. He took great pride in his job, great pride in his impressive knowledge about the library and the books it contained. “Ye know the exact count of books ye have in here at this moment?”

“In this room, there are seventeen thousand, eight hundred and sixteen. Well,” he corrected himself, nodding at the stack of books to be repaired, “Seventeen thousand, eight hundred and twenty-two.”

Box (taken from unnamed WIP)

“Awoo!” she said, rearing up to dance on her hind legs as the door opened. “Awr rawr rawr!”

“Hey, girl,” Riley said.

“She’s not gonna run off, is she?” Thomas asked from behind him.

“Fuck if I know,” Riley said. He gently pushed Avalanche back from the door. Just in case. “I know, I’m happy to see you too.”

Avalanche cheered.

Closing the door behind him, Thomas took his jacket off and tossed it onto the couch, then dropped his keys and wallet on top. Not once looking at Riley, he patted Avalanche’s head and pulled out a dinner roll from a take-home box. “Here you go. The rest of it’s in here, but it’ll taste a lot better when it’s heated and you guys don’t have time for that right now. Sorry.”

He expected her to gobble the roll down like a normal dog. Instead, she carried it carefully over to the laptop, laid down in front of it, and tore the roll in half to eat it while watching her movie.

Threat (taken from Castle)

“I’m Arial. Arial Sunstar.”

So he’d been right about her pendant. “I wish I could say it was nice to meet you, Miss Arial Sunstar, but the threat of death looming over me is somewhat dampening my mood.”

“Possible,” she corrected. “The threat of possible death. It’s not quite as bad as you make it sound.”

“Right. Possible death. Thank you. That is so much better.”

Start (taken from Castle)

Her face appeared over the sarcophagus he was hiding behind, and she glared at him. Then she frowned, curious. “Why—”

“I cannot get up,” he interrupted, his face flushing. “The armor, it—”

“It’s too big,” she said, taking her turn to cut him off.

“I know that!” he snapped.

“Oh, well, excuse me.” Turning, she started to walk away.

He sighed. “Wait.”

“Hmm?” she said, leaning on the block.

Aero bit back a growl as his eyes narrowed at her. He almost told her to shove off. “I need help.”

Constitute

Another word I don't have, so here's another fun fact!

One of the characters in my unnamed WIP is the very first OC I ever made, back when I was eight or nine. Surprisingly, he hasn't undergone that many changes over the years

#sorry for the long post!#writer #writers #writing #writeblr #writerblr #writblr #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writer community #writing community #creative writing #tag game #tag games #find the word tag

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the-travelling-witch · 10 months

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hello hello good morning!

yeah i get the feeling, especially since on the internet with a screen between you and other people is even harder to express your emotions and sincere gratitude, but as long as you're genuine i think it's already really great! i'm sure you will find a way to accept them with a light heart <3 also cute aggressions and fierce love are PEAK you can't change my mind talk to a wall ~_~

awe, look who's whipped for their favourite boy ^u^ it's understandable really, i mean he's adorable and idieossjsi also yes i read that reply and my my, that's so freaking awesome! as i said it's a beautiful type of love language, cuz you also trust someone to give them your skin as a canvas so it's a HUGE display of your affection for them :'3 can't wait to see how you're gonna eventually add it somewhere else, it's gonna be so adorable i'm already whipped ueidjsisjsjj ;-;

as long as he doesn't make it taste funny as a punishment for being my menacing self i'm in! also cuz homemade food >>>>>>>> like yeah cook it before we crash the couch and fall asleep watching pixar, and i'm yours <3 and in general home dates are the best, you just chill and do what you want, even dancing in the living room! (with or without music is the same, it's more for the "wanna keep you close" thought eheh)

please villainous (in fiction) partners are the best, you have them wrapped around your finger and whatever you want they're gonna get it, just say the word, cuz your happiness is theirs! "that ring looks cute" and they will steal it for you, "that person was so rude to me!" and said person will disappear and never be found again. say a single letter and the world shall perish and kneel before you!

— ❄️

i’ve been staring at this ask for a while now while trying to figure out a response but my brain is so fried from college and writing and lack of sleep that i don’t think i’ll be able to add much to what you already said, sorry ㅠㅠ

i feel like i’m already not good at expressing emotions especially through facial expressions (people always ask if i’m alright, my eyes are as dead as childe’s /lh), so i always have to spell it out anyway, the screen doesn’t change much because of this hshsh

i’m so down bad for him jshsh; because of the self-ship ask game i’ve been brainrotting and daydreaming about him a lot more and he’s just so adorable >///< i would trust this man with my life, he’s so responsible and attentive, go ahead and draw over my entire back, i do not care, if it makes you happy, it makes me happy!!

i’d give everything for a chill indoor date rn, i’d fall asleep after 5 minutes of cuddling but i’d be so down; speaking of watching movies though… i wonder what scara would be into; maybe something indie and artsy? i should think about this… but yeah!! slow dancing in the kitchen past midnight my beloved <3 it’s so cute and intimate, there’s something magical about feeling like you’re the only people in the world and literally dancing like nobody’s watching!!

it’s the echoed sentiment of having a hero sacrifice you for the greater good vs a villain sacrificing the world for your sake… and while i love myself a hot an interesting villain, there’s a third category that makes me go 👀 … morally grey characters; neither here nor there, you never know just what side they’re on other than their own; obvious character flaws but not inherently evil… yeah childe, it’s childe

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡#┊✩彡 cherished guests ♡#┊✩彡 letter from — ❄️ anon ♡#nothing zaps my energy faster than writing sth i don’t like #time to try writing more #i’d put solomon from obey me into the last paragraph as well #shady wizard who’s really silly actually /lh

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Bad At Love

Pairing: Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings/tags: smut, almost getting caught, awkward situations, kink shamming if you squint

A/N: This is my first time writing Pete but I think I nailed his personality and humor, let me know what you think . This is 100% based on a dream I had exactly like this.

With over a dozen failed relationships between the two of you, you and Pete both swore you were gonna take things slow— do things the right way: get to know each other, meet each other’s parents ect., before jumping into bed together. So you have to admit you questioned his motives when he invited you over for dinner with his mom after only a few weeks of dating.

*****

“So, you really want me to meet your mom this early, or you just wanna fuck?” You question with a laugh, half- joking while in the car on the way to their Staten Island home for the first time.”

“Well.. I mean of course I wanna fuck,” Pete deadpans in his typical humor, “but no, seriously, I really want you to meet my mom, I think she’d really like you a lot,” he smiles, placing a hand on your knee as he drives. “Besides .. like, we can still wait or whatever. I dunno— I just don’t wanna fuck this up this time. I suck at relationships, I’m bad at love like Halsey,” he jokes.

You can’t help but crack a laugh at his pun. “You don’t suck at relationships,” you smack his arm playfully. “Everything happens for a reason, you just haven’t met the right one yet.”

“Yes I do— like, a lot! I very much suck at relationships” he stifles a self deprecating laugh. “but .. uh … yeah— I’m hoping maybe this time I have,” he smiles at you.

“I hope so too,” you smile back, lacing your fingers with his where they still rest on your knee.

*******

“Hey, Ma?!” Pete calls out when he enters the house with you. “Oh she left a note: ‘Ran to the store, forgot an ingredient, be back in time to make dinner. Love mom’.”

“Aww that’s sweet, you’re a mamas boy huh?”

“Yeah pretty much,” he blushes. “Guess I really didn’t have much of a choice after my dad died,” he states mater- of -factly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, yeah.. I didn’t mean— yeah I heard about that” You apologize awkwardly, your momma's boy comment seeming insensitive now.

“Relax, I’m messing with you ” he nudges you with his elbow. “It’s fine, - I’m fine— a dead dad makes for good jokes.”

You can’t understand how he can joke about something so serious, but you know his humour is his way of coping, so you don’t question it, and opt to change the subject instead.

“So where’s your room?”

“Uhhmm.. in the basement.”

“You live in your mom's basement?” You ask, trying not to sound judgmental, but failing miserably.

“Yeah, I'm a loser—“ he pauses, gauging your reaction. “Kidding!” He continues. “I don’t usually tell people this cuz I don’t like I brag .. it’s .. I dunno it’s weird, but I actually bought this house for my mom.”

“Aww that’s sweet. I wasn’t judging anyways.”

“Sure ya weren’t.” He gives you a knowing look and a laugh.

“Ok, maybe a little.” You admit. “but this is different—adorable— even. Gotta respect a man who takes good care of his mom,” you smile. “So, you gonna show me your room or what?”

“Ooh I- uhh I thought we could hang out up here, since we’re —“ he tugs on the hem of his shirt nervously “—since we’re umm waiting or whatever” he scratches the back of his neck as he takes a seat on the couch. “less temptation, I dunno … but I mean , if you want we can go down there.”

“Oh okay, yeah that’s a good idea, makes sense.” Just as you’re about to sit down next to him you notice a hilariously adorable baby picture behind him on the wall and practically climb onto his lap trying to get a better look. “Oh my god is that you!?” You laugh pointing to a picture of a baby in the sink, taking a bath, a pile of bubbles on their head.

“Oh Jesus,” he smacks his hand over his face, embarrassed. “Yeah… yeah that’s me.”

“Aww look at all these!” You shift in his lap as you scan the rest of the pictures behind him. “You were sooo cute!” You practically squeal.

“I was, wasn’t I? I don’t know what happened just kinda got uglier as I got older” he jokes.

“You did not!” You laugh, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “You’re still a cutie.” You smile, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Yeah? he blushes. “Well uhh.. you’re pretty cute yourself.” He kisses you back.

Without thinking your hands cup his face, and your lips part, deepening the kiss; an open invitation for his tongue. Your tastebuds greet it upon entrance, and it glides effortlessly against your own, slippery as silk— like if you're not careful you might just accidentally swallow it down like a piece of bubble gum.

Instinctively, Pete grips your waist and pulls you into him. His hands slide up under the back of your sweater, his fingertips sinking into your flesh like over-ripe fruit.

The second you feel him straining against his jeans, his bulge firmly pressed against your clothed clit, you know your silly waiting game is over: you’ve both lost.

Next thing you know, Pete’s lying on the couch, and you have his knees straddled, cock in hand, ready to take him into your mouth.

“Fuck! You’re huge!” You gasp in surprise.

“Y-yeah, you.. uhhh, didn’t know? I-I got the BDE and all that” Pete wisecracks through hitched breaths, making you smile as you lower your head.

With the tip of your tongue you eagerly follow along the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft like it’s a map leading to treasure, pausing only to tease around the circumference of the head before talking him into your mouth as far as you can.

“Ahh shit— so good,” Pete moans, threading his hands into your hair as you begin to set a pace, bobbing up and down his length, and hollowing your cheeks as you suck. You relax your throat, preparing to show off your best dick sucking skills, and slowly inch further down his cock until your nose is nestled firmly against the neatly trimmed dark patch of curls on his pelvis. “Oh-hh-fffuck” Pete’s voice trembles and hand tightens its grip in your hair as you purposely swallow around him, your throat pleasurably constricting along his length. “Shiiit, I think I love you!” He blurts out, causing you to stop dead in your tracks and pull him out of your mouth. It’s the first time he’s ever told you that and you're not sure if it’s dick talking or his heart, but the feeling is mutual.

“Did you really just—-“

“I’m sorry!” He huffs out of breath “but Plea-se, please don’t stop,” he begs. “Can we —“ he pauses in an attempt to steady his breathing “—talk about this later? I’m almost there.”

“You’re lucky I love you too,” you state before pressing a kiss to his lips, then dipping your head back down to finish the job when Pete interrupts you.

“Uuhh.. ummm.. is it safe to assume we’re not doing the whole umm ..waiting thing anymore?” He questions.

“ I’d say that’s a fair assumption,” you chuckle. “Why?”

“Ohh good, cuz I’d .. I’d really like to be inside you right now. You should ride me.”

“I think I can arrange that,” you smirk, stripping off your sweater and removing your panties from under your skirt, while Pete shoves his jeans and boxers further down his legs. “So much for not jumping into bed together,” you laugh, positioning yourself above him.

“I mean, technically this is a couch .. So I ..uh think we’re good,” he jokes, sitting up halfway to connect your lips.

He moans into your mouth as you slowly sink down on his length, a knee on either side of his thin frame. Careful not to hurt yourself with his size, you opt to roll your hips in waves and circles, in lieu of the standard up and and down movements, sparing your cervix the beating.

“Mmmm, You feel so good like this,” you whine breathlessly. “You like it like this?”

“Yeah— yeah keep doing the thing with your hips,” he grips them firmly; his hands going along for the ride, as you rotate them wildly in his lap. Your own hands are tucked away under the fabric of his shirt, palming his tattooed chest.

As orgasm nears, you shift your position. Sitting more upright, you arch your back and move your hands to the tops of Pete’s thighs behind you for balance. Pete takes the opportunity to do some of the work, thrusting up into you from below.

“Uhhmhmm, shit I’m so close!” He groans, sitting up and pulls you towards him by the small of your back.

“Fuck! … Me too! You huff against his lips before melting into a passionate kiss. Moans fill each others mouths as you both reach your peak in unison; your bodies colliding in a wet and audible rhythm as you ride it out together, before collapsing back down on the couch.

“FUCK— MOM!” Pete chokes out , out of breath.

“WHAT!?” You question, thinking Pete has some weird mommy kink you were not prepared for.

“My mom!” He points to the front door, the knob slowly turning. “Pretend your asleep! He grabs a large blanket off the back of the couch and covers you both, as you close your eyes.

“Aww, how sweet,” you hear his mothers voice say as she enters the house. She puts her grocery bag down and heads over toward the two of you. “Peter,” she says softly, rocking his shoulder.

“Mom?” He feins a yawn and stretches. “Sorry, we had a busy day, musta fell asleep.” Slowly and carefully Pete inches his boxers and pants back up under the shield of the blanket as he introduces you.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Davidson,” you sit up keeping the blanket up around your shoulders.

“Oh sweetheart, are you cold?… Peter you coulda turned up the heat for the poor girl! Excuse me,I’ll be right back.” His mother goes into the hallway to adjust the thermostat giving you just enough time to locate your sweater under covers and throw it on; your panties will have to wait until later, so you shove them in Pete’s pants pocket. “There ya go, should be warmer in no time” Mrs. Davidson states. “Oh what a pretty sweater!” She says, finally seeing you without the blanket. “but ooh it looks like you have a little something near the collar there. “Peter! Have you been drooling in your sleep again?” She scolds. “Let me go get a damp face cloth and clean that up for you.”

You and Pete lock eyes in a panic knowing damn well it’s not drool since you weren’t actually sleeping, and your sweater was under the covers.

Mrs. Davidson returns , a damp washcloth in hand. “Mom.. don’t .. I can ..I can do it, it’s fine,” Pete awkwardly tries to stop her.

“There ya go,” Pete’s mom ignores him, dabbing at the stain. “All set.”

*************

Dinner goes off without a hitch and you retreat to Pete’s room to let your stomachs settle before dessert.

“Well tonight was interesting.” You state being the first to talk about the elephant in the room. “But I meant what I said earlier ‘you’re lucky I love you.’” You smile, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “So did you mean it too or was that just your dick talking?”

“I absolutely meant it. It uh … just turns out my romantic timing, is not quite as good as my comedic timing,” he kisses you to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Yeah you could say that,” you laugh.

“Hey, I tried to warn you,” he cracks a humorous smile. “I’m bad at love, remember?”

#pete davidson x reader #pete davidson fanfiction #Pete Davidson smut #Pete Davidson

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mandos-sluts · 3 years

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The Prisoner's Dilemma

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: There’s a bounty on your head and the Mandalorian Din Djarin picks you up. Boba Fett informs Din of what he does with bounties like you.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, explicitly non con!! (but reader is into it), fingering, daddy kink, bondage, lots of dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism kink

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Masterlist

Din has been hunting with Boba Fett ever since the Razor Crest was destroyed; they travel from planet to planet together collecting bounties. While he would prefer to work alone, Din doesn’t mind Boba’s company— the two are very similar people. Both are cold, stoic bounty hunters who don't take shit from anyone.

You struggle and resist when Din picks you up. Sending endless punches and kicks at the Mandalorian trying to cuff you. You attempt to flee but to no avail, your strength is nothing compared to his.

He cuffs your hands behind your back and roughly walks you to the ship, maintaining a firm grip on your upper arm as he drags you alongside him.

The first thing you see upon entering the rusty ship is another man in Mandalorian armor. “Ahh what the fuck? She’s your bounty??” Boba says to Din as he tugs you up the ramp of Slave I.

Both men are fully covered from head to toe in beskar. The one handling you is taller than the other, and has a deeper voice.

“Yeah. Where’s yours?” Din responds casually.

“In carbonate.” Boba says nodding to the chamber. ”Damn. You’re lucky, Djarin.”

“Lucky? The price on her head is the same as your bounty’s.” Din replies.

“I'm not talking about the payout. Look at her, man! She’s yours to take.” Boba says locking his stare on your increasingly confused expression.

“What do you mean?” Din says flatly, looking down at you.

Boba takes a deep breath. “Ohhhhh Din, so innocent.” He laughs. “….You get to fuck her!”

Did…. did he just say what you think he said?

Din scoffs. “You fuck your bounties?”

“Well if they look like her! Shit, how could you not?!” Boba takes a step closer to you. “Damn. I've never seen a bounty as pretty as this one.” He says grabbing your chin and lifting your face up.

You’re standing there silently, still in Din’s grasp with your hands clasped behind your back. Din looks down at you and you turn your wide puppy dog eyes up to meet his gaze, anxious to see what he will do with you.

Boba takes a step away from the two of you. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. I’m not letting a pretty thing like that go to waste on my ship.” He pats Din on the back. “C’mon Djarin, you deserve it pal.” Boba says as he exits the room.

You stand there, almost in shock, waiting for the Mandalorian to do or say something. Part of you suspects all of this talk is just some nonsense to intimidate you.

But then after a moment, he finally speaks. His voice is low and rough, tone firm with a hint of condescension. “Well…..you heard him darling. You want me or Boba? I’ll give you the choice.” Din lightly chuckles.

Your heart drops. He can’t be serious. There’s no way bounty hunters are allowed to fuck the bounties they collect. Then again, why would he not, whose gonna stop him? You’re the criminal.

You’re scared, but not as much as you would expect yourself to be. And that’s because your fear is clouded with arousal. Why aren’t you scared shitless? Perhaps because this is lowkey one of your fantasies? And maybe because you’re also incredibly attracted to this big strong Mandalorian manhandling you. Shit.

“Yo— wait, no please don’t.” You say the last part mechanically.

“You want Fett to fuck you?”

“No!”

“Alright.Then I’ll be fucking you, princess. Consider yourself lucky. Fett would make it all about himself, but I'll see to it that your needs are met as well.” Din says softly as he runs one hand through your hair and grabs your waist with the other.

“What? Wait…. I….I….wait– please.” You say, your body trembling underneath his hold.

Din takes a deep breath. “You’re getting fucked baby, you may as well enjoy it.” He says as he grabs your ass with both hands and practically lifts you up, pressing your body flat against him.

“Ah! No. Just– just let me go…. please!” You plead trying to shake free of his clench, your glassy, scared doe eyes staring right into his visor.

“Ha. Keep struggling, sweetheart.” Din pushes his helmet right against your ear as he tightens his grip on your ass. “Just turns me on more.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mmph!” You squeal out, shaking your shoulders as he spins you around and pushes your torso down, bending you over a table.

One of his hands is on the back of your neck, forcing you down on the metal surface. The other is on your waist, right near your cuffed hands. Your ass is waggling in the air as you try to resist his advances and rid yourself of his grabby hands.

You can barely move, however, under his sedulous grip. He shoves your pants down, leaving you bent over the table with your ass in the air in nothing but the unfortunately racy thong you’re wearing.

Your whole body shudders as you feel two of his thick fingers trace your clothed folds.

“Hahahahahahaha…..” Din maniacally laughs as he feels your gooey wetness through the fabric. “Nowwwww I see. Now I get it. You fuckin like this, you little slut.” He growls in your ear. “Pfft. I was gonna say, the fight you’re putting up is pathetic, but now I see why.”

Din isn’t wrong. He has seen you actually struggle and resist when he was capturing you, and the weak shaking of your shoulders and your little pouting is clearly not everything you have.

“Damn, I’ll give it to ya princess, you had me fooled for a while.” Din coos as he grinds his unbelievably large bulge against your ass.

“N-no! I don’t want this!” You contend. Your jolting only serves to make him shove you against the table harder, essentially inhibiting all your movements.

“Baby girl, your pussy is fucking sopping wet, drop the act.” Din scoffs. “You are literally leaking through these panties.” He says as he slips his long thick finger underneath your soaked underwear, running it along your slick. Your whole body shutters under his touch as pressure darts in your core.

“I—”

“Tell me, pretty girl.” Din interrupts. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?”

He loosens his grip on your neck, allowing you to crane your neck and look back at the monster cock he is rubbing up and down your glazed valley.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, unsure how he is going to fit in you.

Din slaps your ass. “Answer me.” He commands in a deep tone.

“Ah!” You cry. “No. N-never.”

“Yeah?” Din purrs right before he shoves his entire length into you.

You scream out. “Ah!!” Never have you been opened so much before. He lets his cock sit in you a moment once it’s fully engulfed, leaving you stuffed to the brim with his member.

“Holy shit.” Din breathes out. “Oh fuck yes, this is some good pussy.”

With that he starts rocking his hips back and forth, driving his massive girth into you each time. Your mouth falls open as disgusting moans fall out of your throat. His grip still harsh around your neck as he holds you down hard, pushing his hips against yours and delivering you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt.

“Ha. Knew it.” You hear Din chortle behind you.

You open your eyes and realize that you are pushing your hips back into his, trying to pound him even harder into your G-spot. You curse at yourself for being this brazen with your actions and not hiding your pleasure and yearning better. At this point, you know you’re not fooling him, but you’re not ready to completely give in.

“Now— now that my cock’s in you, you gonna finally behave? Be a— a good girl for me, huh? You little whore.” Din pants as he plows into your hole.

Your cheek is pressed hard against the table and you bite your bottom lip, trying to muffle your lewd moans as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Din chuckles at your pathetic attempt to remain silent. “Don’t respond and I won’t let you cum. Which— well…. you don’t even want to cum, right? Cuz— cuz you don’t want this, right?”

Your eyes shoot open. “Wait….N-no! Ple– please!!!” You cry, turning your head to look back at him.

“Mmmf, please what?” Din growls.

“Please….ah— please let me cum!” You finally relent.

“Ahhhhhh there it is. Keep beggin’, baby. You’re gonna have to earn it after being such a naughty little bitch.” He remarks as he moves both hands to your hips and pulls you into him each time he drives into you.

“Please! Please let me c-cum daddy!” You cry. “I wanna cum so badly, I wanna— wanna cum all over your cock. Please, please daddy!”

“That’s it. Look at you being so obedient now. Ha. Looks like I've fucked the good girl right into ya.” He says, slowing down his thrusts. Din bends over so that his helmet is right against the side of your head and whispers in your ear. “You like playing an innocent little brat don’t you? Pretending tha— that you don’t want to get fucked. But you’re such a dirty fuckin slut, you just couldn’t resist my big dick could ya? You— you’re just too fuckin desperate to get your tight little hole stuffed full of cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes! Fuck! Your cock hits me— hits me so deep! S-stretches me out so good!” You whine out as he thrusts into you.

Din spanks your ass again, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core and making your cunt clench around him.

“Oof. I felt that. Ya like being spanked too? Fuck. You are a whore.” Din chuckles.

Your moans have turned into downright vulgar screams that you have no control over. He’s pounding into you so hard that your vision has gone blurry from the tears falling out of your eyes.

“Gah. You look so f-fuckin pretty when you cry baby.” Din mutters.

You hear a bang at the door and panic momentarily.

“Goodness, Djarin! It sounds like you're torturing her in there.” You hear Boba yell on the other side of the wall.

“Nahhh, I’m taking good care of her, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Din calls out, leaning over to your face.

“Y-yes!” You scream in response.

Din then grabs your shirt and for a moment tries to pull it over your head. Upon realizing that your cuffed hands pose an obstacle, he rips it right off your body, causing you to jump a bit.

“Come see for yourself, pal.” Din offers to Boba after discarding the ripped fabric on the floor.

The door slides open and Boba is met with the crude scene of you bent over a table, completely naked with your hands cuffed behind your back, mouth open wide with tears rolling down your face, and Din standing behind you, holding your hips tightly while plowing into you.

Boba stands in amazement. “…Holy fuck.”

“Say hi to Boba, pretty girl.” Din orders.

“H-hi sir.” You manage to spit out, lifting your head slightly.

“Shit. You hit the jackpot, Djarin. How’d you get this little one to submit?”

“Ohh, she wasn’t hard to tame. Ah— Needy whores like her never are.” Din responds while continuing to drive into you.

“Well, bye princess.” Boba says looking straight into your watering eyes. “Be good now. Din can get mean if he doesn’t get his way.” He remarks before existing.

When the door closes, Din yanks you up by your hair, spins you around, and lifts you onto the table. You’re sitting straight up on the table with your hands still clasped behind your back, a fully clothed Din standing between your legs, holding your trembling thighs wide open as he sinks his length back into you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him.

He grabs a rough hold of your face, hooking his thumb in your agape mouth while the rest of his long hand wraps around your head, forcing your watering eyes to look right at him as he pounds up into you. Strands of your hair stick to your sweaty face as you’re unable to brush them away.

His other hand trails down your sweating skin to your clit and starts drawing tiny circles on it. You wish you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight to him as he drives you over the edge.

“Alright, pretty girl, cum for me. Show me what you’ve got, baby, come on.” Din encourages, swiping his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your cuffed hands are in tight white fists with your nails digging into your palms. Your whole body tenses up and your back arches as you squeal out. Din’s grasp on your face stops your head from falling back as your orgasm shatters through your body.

Din is hardly pulling his length out of you while thrusting fast and deep inside of you, feeling your cunt flutter on his cock makes him moan and you can tell he’s going to cum soon.

Just then he lifts you off the table and shoves your head down. “On your knees and open wide, I’m gonna cum in that pathetic pretty mouth.” Din breathes out as he rapidly strokes his cock over your face.

You sit up tall on your knees and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out while looking up at him with wide watery eyes. Din grunts as he grabs a hold of your hair and tilts your head up, positioning his cock right over your quivering mouth. Warm streams on white cum shoot from his length and fall on your lips and tongue. He keeps pumping it as he sprays the rest of your face with his seed.

“Damn baby, I thought you were hot before, but you look even better on your knees with your face covered in cum, sweat, and tears.” Din remarks while putting his softening member in his pants.

You slowly rise from the ground, your legs shake and almost give out as you bring your self to your feet. You’re panting and strands of your hair are stuck to your gooey face, as your cuffed hands prevent you from wiping your face.

You stand there awkwardly and silent, naked and disgusting as Din buckles his belt.

“Your pussy is so fucking good. I think I'm gonna have to keep you.”

“W-wait, what?”

“Yeah. I can't turn you in. Can't let a cunt like yours go to waste.”

“Bu— but then you won’t get paid.”

“Oh, having you around to fuck at my leisure is worth way more than the bounty on your head sweetheart.”

You gulp. “I thought—”

“Come on princess.” Din interrupts. “You can either stay with me, or go rot in jail. What’ll it be?

“But I— I….” You have completely forgotten about the foul fate that awaited you. You haven’t had time to think about what would happen once you were turned over. You have no idea of what life is like in a New Republic prison, nor did you have any knowledge how long you would be incarcerated.

“....I wanna stay with you.” You say softly looking down at your feet.

“That's what I thought.” Din says walking up to you. “Get yourself cleaned up baby girl.” He spins your nude body around and unlocks your hand cuffs, nodding in the direction of the fresher. “I’m going on a supply run and then it’s my turn on the flight deck. And my cock could use some warming while I pilot the ship.”

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imastrangeone98 · 2 years

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Blessings

(A/N: the Miya twins are both hot, but something about osamu just hits different compared to atsumu... maybe it's cuz I wouldn't like the blondie in real life but I would like grey boi XD)

WARNING: somnophilia (implied to be consensual), smut- osamu is tired and horneee leave him aloneee

Minors do not interact- I'm warning you

For as much as he's thankful for finding a job that he enjoys, Osamu really hates having to deal with customers sometimes.

Their orders are too elaborate, their voices too nosy, their negative opinions (albeit near nonexistent) too unnecessary, he could go on and on and on.

So he's thankful for the small moments when he gets home and just savors the peace and quiet. Where he's free to dig around his fridge for your homemade leftovers and devour to his heart's content. Where he's free to savor the warmth of his shower as he scrubs himself clean from today's exhaustion and use as many fluffy towels as he'd like to pat himself dry.

And most importantly, where he finally gets to snuggle into your arms, wrapped in your soft scent and blankets, blissfully slipping away into dreamland alongside you.

...Only to wake up an hour or so later, mindlessly humping his hips into yours in some sleep-induced sex haze.

Grumbling, he fumbles with his boxers and barely manages to push it past his hips to fist his hardening cock, eyes crinkling at the wet precum staining his fingers. Even dazed with exhaustion, Osamu is still thankful that you're wearing a nightgown, because it's easy for him to slip between your thighs, sighing in relief at the feeling of your warm skin enveloping him.

He indulges in a few pumps between your warm thighs before deciding you're slick enough to take him. He gently presses himself inside you, a soft moan slipping past his lips at your tight heat, the delicious squeeze of your walls around his cock. His pace is slow, careful to not wake you, but with enough force that he's satisfied with the slap of skin against skin.

Osamu's so enamored with you, in fact, that he almost doesn't notice that you've woken up from his sudden pounding until he feels your hand reach behind to squeeze his waist. "'Samu...?"

He grunts out, "Hi, baby. Sorry to bother ya, but I just... shiiiit... just need ya right now. So warm and..." His eyes cross at the way you suddenly tighten around him. "Tight..."

"'Samu...." you whine again, your drowsy voice sounding so sexy, it nearly makes him cum. "H- harder..."

Fuck, he can't say no to that. He could never say no to you, his beautiful girl- his best girl. So he grips your hip and thrusts harder, the tip of his cock nearly slamming into your cervix, forcing guttural moans from your throat. And shit, it's so hot and sticky, Osamu can barely keep his eyes open with how crossed they are.

"So good, baby," he slurs, drool forming at the corner of his mouth. "S' fuckin' good. Fuckin' love yer sweet pussy, gonna make me cum-"

"'Samu, slow down, gonna make a mess-!" He feels you pushing at his arm, but he's so fucking close, he just can't give a damn. He can feel his balls tighten, but he can't tell if the stars he's seeing are actually real or not.

He slides the hand resting on your hip down between your legs, rubbing tight circles onto your clit. God, he just loves the way it makes you jolt in his arms. "Hell yeah, baby. C'mon, pretty girl, cum with me, make a mess on ma cock, gonna cum gonna cum gonna-!"

He swears he can see the fucking universe when he cums, moaning as he shoots hot cum deep in your cunt. There's so much of it that it starts to leak out, dripping down your folds and drenching his balls. He has the slight urge to pull out and lap it up, but the exhaustion settling into his bones has him deciding to just push some back in before curling up around you, head resting just behind your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Love ya, baby," he coos into your ear. "Thank ya so much. Yer the best."

Osamu can't see your face, but he hears your smile when you whisper out, "Love you too, 'Samu."

It's in moments like these where he's just so thankful for the blessing that is your love. He wants to cherish you right now, but with a ridiculously loud yawn that hurts the corners of his mouth, he sleepily decides that he can do it tomorrow.

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A/N: is this me actually writing something? Is this a dream?

#haikyuu #miya osamu #osamu x reader

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Tiny Dicks Are The Best; Bakugou x FtM Reader

Genre: smut

Type: oneshot

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: cock/clit worship, mentions of surgery, mentions of dysphoria, praise, body worship, Bakugou being a total simp,

Other: this is %1,000,000 self indulgent, also I’m sorry it’s short and shitty, I wanted to make it longer but if I did then it’d come out super late like the last one.

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin

Y’know, being transgender isn’t bad at all. You can make a bunch of gender jokes, confuse the government, make bigots cry with just your existence, and it’s easier to understand people of different genders.

It’s just that the dysphoria and transphobia can be shitty.

But this isn’t about that, this is about your dick, or rather, lack thereof.

As much as you were told by the guys and girls of class 1-A that you exuded ‘big dick energy,’ you were pretty sure that you had a smaller dick than even Mineta. When you started taking Testosterone, your clit had started to get bigger, and it would get hard just like an actual penis, but it was very much not a penis.

Notice the lack of balls and the placement of your urethra? Yeah that was no real dick. But it was nice to pretend. It served enough dick-like purpose for you to call it a dick, and it had grown to be about three inches. So it was technically a dick, even if it wasn’t a penis.

So you called it a dick.

You had gotten top surgery however, so you did have those very cool scars on your chest, and being able to walk around shirtless felt freakin amazing. Bakugou had seen you shirtless, but he hadn’t seen your dick yet.

After a good long while of dating the amazing third year, you felt it was time. And fuck if you weren’t nervous.

You’d talked about it before, but know you were actually about to do it. You were going to have sex with Katsuki Bakugou, the hottest guy in the world, your incredible boyfriend, the man who never lost. You were gonna have sex with him.

“We don’t have to go all the way.” you were laying on the bed, Katsuki’s hands on either side of your waist as he hovered over you. His red eyes soft, yet lustful as he stared at your body beneath his. “We don’t have to do this.”

You stared up at him lovingly as his hand traveled to your cheek, rubbing your cheek bone. You smiled at him, putting your hand on his, moving your face to press a kiss to his palm.

“Katsuki, I want to do this with you. We can start slow if you want.” You offered, and he nodded. His shirt had been abandoned a long time ago, and his neck was covered in hickies. Your uniform top was unbuttoned, tie laying beside you. Katsuki nodded at you, his hand falling down to your chest. He ran his fingers along your surgery scars, dipping his head down to kiss them. You giggled a little, telling him it tickled.

He moved down, pressing kisses to every inch of your body, occasionally sucking the skin between his lips to try and make hickies, biting down and smirking up at your face.

“Gettin’ flustered yet, babe?” he chuckled smugly. You buried your face in the crook of your arm, embarrassed.

“M-maybe a little...” you muttered. He hummed, moving lower and lower until he was unbuckling your pants. “Hey- wait, wait a moment, Katsuki!” You sat up, grabbing his wrist. Katsuki froze, looking up at you.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked.

“N-no, I just- I gotta tell you something...” he stared at you, waiting for you to talk to him. “My dick doesn’t look how you think it will...” you murmured. “I just want you to be prepared.” you let go of his wrist, sitting back to let him continue.

“Whatever your dick looks like, I promise I’ll love it. It’s your dick afterall.” he purred, pulling your belt off your pants, before helping you lift your hips so he could take your pants off.

Tiny as your dick was, it still made a small imprint in your underwear, and Bakugou bit his lip. You squirmed a little as he finally started to pull your underwear down. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you revealed yourself to him.

You heard Bakugou suck in a breath, and his fingers dug into your thighs, nails gripping your skin hard enough to leave marks. You opened your eyes, looking down your body at your boyfriend, who was staring right at your sex with a burning desire.

“K-Katsuki?” You whispered “D- d’you not like it?”

“I wanna suck you off- oh god please let me suck your dick!” He tore his eyes away to look you in the eyes. You nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

“You can, just be gentle. It’s very sensitive.” He nodded, pressing a few kisses to your outer labia. He slipped a finger between your folds, gathering up some of your slick. He lifted it to his nose, sniffing it before his tongue darted out from between his lips to lap at his finger.

His grip on your thigh tightened as you heard him groan. He forced your legs open, pushing them upwards and out of the way. Finally, he went down on you.

You whined loudly as he wrapped his lips around your dick, sucking lightly as he teased your entrance with his fingers. Your hands flew to the sheets, tugging the fabric up with your fingers in a sorry attempt to keep yourself grounded.

“Ah- K-Katsuki~ fuck Katsuki!” You cried out, bucking your hips up against his face.

“What? Can’t handle it? You want me to stop~?” He teased, and you shook your head

“Don’t stop! Oh god please don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You like it?” He purred. “Cuz I sure do, I really like this fucking dick~” you tried to press your face into the pillows as he slipped a finger inside you.

“Katsuki- y-you’re embarrassing me!” You whined.

“Yeah? I don’t fucking care,” he growled. “I only care about getting this cute little dick to cum~” in that instant, you were back inside his mouth, and he didn’t even need to bob his head to fit all of you inside.

You squirmed and wiggled, and Katsuki moved his hands from you thigh to your hip. He growled again, looking up at you with a glare. He wanted you to keep still.

His thumb rubbed soothingly at your skin as he continued to fingerfuck you, slipping another digit inside your quivering walls. You couldn’t keep yourself from mewling his name, bucking up into his touch.

“God I love your noises,” he groaned against your sopping wet core. “I love your dick, I love you.”

“Katsuki!” You cried out when his fingers curled upwards, pressing against your g-spot. “Oh fuck Katsuki, right there!”

“Oh? Did I find your special spot? Hmm good boy~” you could feel all senses washing away, Katsuki was just making you feel so good, too good, you could hardly process it.

Was this really his first time?

Katsuki pulled his fingers out of you, moving them upwards to rub at your dick. Your own slick acting as lube. He circled your entrance with his tongue.

“Ah- Kat-Katsuki! Careful, that- that’s sensitive! Mm fuck~”

“Well you seem to like it, so I’m going to do it.” He slid his tongue inside you, swishing it around to gather as much of your nectar as he could.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck oh shit oh fuck!” You threw your head back onto the pillows, legs spasming and pressing down on either side of Katsuki’s face.

Katsuki moved his hand away from your dick, taking to rubbing at your hips to calm you. He continued to tongue-fuck you throughout your high, slowing down as you started to relax before he finally pulled away.

“You good baby?” he purred, licking your sticky climax off his lips. You whimpered, nodding.

“That felt really good~” you huffed as he crawled over you again, pressing kisses to your neck.

“You’re fucking hot~” he murmured, nipping at your skin. “You sounded so sweet, and tasted sweet too~” he tilted your head up so he could meet your eyes. “Tiny dicks are the fucking best~”

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officialcharactersimp · 3 years

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for your requests! do you think you can maybe do “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.” with Nat?

A/N: well this went somewhere completely different than where I originally intended, hahaha. This has been sitting in my inbox for a bit, cuz I wasn't sure how to approach it, but here we are! I loved writing this, so soft and fun. Thanks anon!

WC: I'm too lazy to do this rn, will do later.

mladenec: baby moja ljubov': my love ljubimec: pet/favorite

CW: super soft smut, mutual masturbation, NSFW!! 18+!!

Natasha sits down on the end of the bed, facing you, and presses a kiss to your lips. You deepen it, loving how soft her mouth is against yours.

But as soon as you raise your hand to cup her face, she pulls away with a smile. Before you can ask why, she speaks.

"Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch." she whispers.

So you strip, a little anxious, and lay back on the bed, propped up on some pillows. You blush and look anywhere but at her, then move your hands down your body to touch yourself.

You rub your clit a little, up and down, occasionally some small circles, building your arousal before you can press two fingers into yourself, letting out a little whine.

"Feel good?" she asks with a smirk.

"Yes Natasha," you say gently, closing your eyes and leaning back on the pillows. She continues to speak whilst you build up a rhythm with your fingers, thrusting in and out and rubbing yourself.

"What do you like to think about when you touch yourself, moja ljubov'?" she purrs.

"You, Nat," you say. "Like to think about you talking to me and how you would touch me."

"So you think about this?" she asks, laying down next to you and speaking lowly into your ear. You nod. "Think about how I'd call you such a good little whore for me, tell you you're all mine?"

"Yes..." you moan softly.

"I see," she says. "And does it help you?"

"Yes," you nod.

"You know, I think it would feel better if you did this," she takes one hand and puts it over the one inside you, stretching you a bit as four fingers are now inside you. You gasp sharply, but then relax. She shows you how to curl your fingers up against your front wall, over a soft spongey spot that makes you see stars. You gasp again and grind your hips against your hands.

"That's it, mladenec," she says, slowly pulling her hand away and leaving you to do the work. "And it also might help if you get your other fingers a little wet," she says, taking the hand that's working at your clit and pulling it to her mouth, licking it and gathering spit on your fingers, then putting it back. The extra slickness certainly helps, and you hum in pleasure.

"Good job, my little slut," she says. "Just keep going. Make yourself come for me," she tells you. You nod and continue, your moans getting louder and more desperate as you touch yourself for your lover. She starts to touch herself, unable to resist the opportunity to please herself to the soundtrack of your need.

"Nat?" you ask as you hear her breathing change. You open your eyes and look at her, eyes widening at the sight beside you.

"I know I was just gonna watch, ljubimec, but you made me feel so good. I can't help it," she says.

"But I'm gonna-"

"I know, I know moja ljubov', go ahead and come, it's okay," she turns her head and presses a kiss to your face. You nod, and in just a few minutes, you're tipping over the edge, gasping and bucking your hips up into nothing. You stop, panting, dropping your head back.

"Keep going, ljubimec," Natasha coaxes you.

"Nat, I-"

"Yes you can," she says.

"Too tired," you whine.

"Let me do it for you then, hm?" she asks, moving one of her hands to your center.

"Okay," you nod. How could you resist an offer like that? She begins curling her fingers inside you like she showed you and using her thumb, coated now with her slickness and yours, to rub your clit.

How can she be so talented with just one hand? you think to yourself, whimpering. She matches up the movement of both of her hands, meaning you each feel every movement, every ministration and touch just the same. That thought alone turns you on even more.

"Nat..." you mewl.

"Mm, I know baby," she says. "Feels good," she says. You nod.

"It's too much," you gasp, getting close to another orgasm in your overstimulation.

"You can do it, mladenec," she encourages. "Be good for me, my little ljubimec," she says. "Be as loud as you need, alright?"

"Yes!" you whine loudly, nodding your head. "I can be good, I can do it," you say, mostly to convince yourself.

"I know you can, mladenec, I know," she soothes. "You're close, aren't you?" you nod and hum loudly in the affirmative. "Me too."

"Gon' come with you?" you ask.

"That's what I want," she confirms.

Moments later, she makes good on her word and has you both coming together. It's intimate and new, and you think it might be up in your top ten orgasms. You can hear every pant and hum that Nat makes, feel every movement, and it's just the same for her in experiencing you.

When you've both finally come down from your highs (which takes you a little longer thanks to it being your second), you turn into each other and entangle your limbs before sharing a slow, soft kiss. Natasha pets your hair and smiles at you.

"Did you like that?" she asks quietly.

"Very much so," you say just as quietly. "Did you?"

"Oh yes," she says. "I'm gonna have to have you touch yourself for me again sometime, mladenec," she grins. You smile and nod. "But for now, rest. You need it," she kisses your forehead and pulls you close.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Words: Guessing cuz I’m on mobile again, 1.5k?

Summary: Andy has a new job and needs you to save him from forced camaraderie.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), alcohol consumption by adults of appropriate age, Neal Logiudice (cuz fuck this guy), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Another one from the WIP folder that is specifically for @imanuglywombat’s “Is that even a sex position?” challenge, week three. I figured a nice soft position would be perfect for our favorite floofy lawyer boi. Please check out the other great fics this challenge has given us and enjoy!

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It had been a slow night at the bar, so your staff practically insisted on sending you home early, Jesse shoving out the door as you protested feebly.

“Take a night off, boss.” He grumbled amicably as he ushered you towards your car, handing you your coat and bag as a light snow started to fall. “Maybe go snuggle with that boyfriend of yours that’s always hanging around. Where is he tonight anyway?”

“There was a new faculty mixer.” You said with an eye roll. “You’re sure you’ll be fine, Jess?”

“We’re always fine.” He said dismissively with a wave of his hand as you climbed into your vehicle.

You texted Andy as you started your car to see where he was and he practically begged you to come meet him at the party, whining about how sinfully boring law professors were. You got the address from him and headed out, arriving in the posh Newton neighborhood in a little under 30 minutes.

There were a few partygoers hanging around outside, and you cursed to yourself when you saw them wearing cocktail attire. Leave it to Andy to forget to mention a dress code. Thank god your dry cleaning was in the back.

You tried to find something relatively conservative and settled on a simple satin sheath that was probably a little shorter than was appropriate but it’s not like you had a lot of options. You started to awkwardly disrobe in your front seat, shimmying out of your jeans and pulling your sweater over your head. A surprising knock on the window made you yelp while you were bent over the console with the back of your dress unzipped to grab your emergency heels.

“Ma’am, we’ve gotten some reports of an extremely attractive woman getting naked in a 2003 Acura, any chance that’s you.” A gravelly voice said behind a blinding flashlight.

You growled and opened your driver’s side door into Andy, almost making him drop his phone in the street. He let out a chuckle at your scowl as you stepped out of the car and straightened up, starting to pull the zipper of your dress up your back.

“I would’ve changed at the bar if you let me know this was a cocktail party asshole.” You snarled at him, turning to let him help you draw the zipper up the last few inches.

“Or, you would’ve gone back to your apartment to try to find something else to wear, and I would’ve been stuck listening to professor McDrones-A-lot talk about torts for god knows how long.”

“Aww, are your new coworkers boring, babe?” You teased him as he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you inside.

“God, they’re so fucking boring.” He murmured into your hair before turning to introduce you to some ancient man with elbow patches. “Professor Donaldson, this is Y/N.” He said, throwing you a wink. “She was just telling me how interested she is in tort reform.”

“Splendid! Are you a lawyer my dear?”

You shook your head and did your best to listen politely as you glared at Andy over the old man’s shoulder. He gave you a stupid grin before heading to the bar to grab the two of you some drinks.

“What the fuck are you doing here, sweetheart?”

You cursed under your breath and turned to glare at Neal Logiudice, the absolute last person you wanted to see.

“Hello Neal.” You grumbled.

“Get out of here, Wally.” He said, dismissing the professor he had very rudely interrupted. “Go find some other asshole to bother.”

The old man just huffed and gave you a sympathetic pat on the arm as he hobbled away.

“That was rude.” You said, your eyes roaming the room in search of Andy. You didn’t feel like dealing with Neal’s bullshit tonight. “Why are you here Neal? I thought this was a faculty only event.”

“Alumni are invited too. And you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” He growled, stepping closer and invading your bubble. “Cuz you’re definitely not alumni or faculty. You work your way through all the lawyer dick at your bar and come looking for more?”

“Lovely.” You said dryly, frowning at the smell of whiskey that enveloped the man. “You’re drunk.”

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder and turned your head just enough to see Andy scowling behnd you. He slotted himself beside you and wrapped his arm around you in a protective embrace as he and Neal stared each other down.

“Logiudice.” He said menacingly, and you rolled your eyes as the levels of testosterone in the room shot up suddenly.

“Barber.” The giant said with a sneer. “I see you’ve moved on to the leftover dregs of the Newton law community. I hear that pussy’s had every defense attorney cock in town.”

Andy let out an absolutely feral growl and you just managed to hold him back as you glared at Neal.

“Jesus, Neal. Glad to see you’re not bitter.” You said with little humor as your arm strained against Andy’s chest.

“No bitterness here, sweetheart. Just waiting for you to work your way to me.” He leered at you, giving you a lascivious wink.

You let out a sigh as you started to shove Andy away from the idiot, grateful for all your experience manhandling drunks as he fought against you every step of the way.

“He’s not worth it, baby.” You murmured once you had achieved a good amount of distance, your hands smoothing his jacket over his chest in a soothing gesture as Neal let out a guffaw behind you.

“I dunno, I kinda feel like punching him in the face is definitely worth it, sweetheart.” Andy said as he took some deep breaths and turned his gaze back to you.

“Maybe not at your first event for your new job though.” You teased him, tugging softly on his beard and making him grin at you. “Where’s my fucking drink?”

“Shit, I got distracted. I’ll be right back.” He said apologetically, starting to turn away from you.

“Oh no, you are not leaving me by myself again. All I need is to get cornered by some crazy professor who wants to tell me all about bird law.” You said as you tagged after him, the two of you weaving your way through the partygoers as you made your way to the bar.

“What the fuck is ‘bird law’?” He beamed at you after ordering your drinks, leaning against the bar and cocking one eyebrow at you.

“Jesus, I think you might be too classy for me, Barber.” You teased. “We’ve gotta work on your pop culture references.”

The two of you managed to have a relatively pleasant evening, even though you had no idea what anyone was talking about most of the time. But you loved watching how relaxed Andy was around you, and how passionate he got whenever he started to debate with one of his new colleagues. He was in the middle of a particularly heated discussion about the evolution of laws regarding sovereign immunity when he noticed you gazing at him, and his face broke out in a grin.

“You’ll have to excuse me, guys, I didn’t realize how late it’s gotten and I worry I’ve been neglecting my date. Let’s continue this on Monday?”

He made his way through the party, saying some quick goodbyes as his hand rested on your lower back. You let out a soft moan when you reached the foyer and he pressed you into the wall, his lips brushing against yours before he broke away to find his coat.

He returned after a few minutes and wrapped his arms around your waist, his mouth moving against yours hungrily as he guided you out the door.

“Jesus, Andy!” You whined when he lifted you slightly as the two of you made your way to his Range Rover. You bent your knees so your toes wouldn’t drag along the pavement.

“I dunno what you expected when you were looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He teased as he wrapped one arm around you tightly and brought his other hand to fumble through his coat pockets in search of his keys.

“I couldn’t help it.” You murmured in his ear as he pressed you against the driver’s side door, working to open the door to the back seat. “All that law talk does things to me.”

“Yeah?” He muttered around a grin, finally getting the door open and setting you down across the back seat. “You didn’t find it boring?”

“Not when it was you, Professor Barber.” You said in a husky voice, winking at him as he climbed on top of you and pulled the door closed behind him.

“Fuck honey.” He growled as he tossed his coat in the front seat before burying his face in your neck. “You’re gonna need to call me professor more often.”

“Mmm, professor.” You hummed as he ran his teeth over your throat before sucking a bruise over your collarbone. “I had some questions about affidavits I was hoping you could help me with.”

He gave a dark chuckle against your chest as his mouth kept moving lower, his lips brushing over the swell of your breasts as his hands moved under your back to unzip your dress. Once he had it open he yanked it off you and tossed it aside, bending over you again to nip at your skin as you dragged his suit jacket off over his shoulders.

“Why do I feel like you just want to hear me say affidavits?” He teased as you drew his tie off and started to work on his shirt buttons. He wrapped your thighs around his hips and ground himself into you, making you whimper as a fresh rush of arousal flooded your panties.

“Fuck, say more lawyer words, professor.” You whined as he drew the straps of your bra down your shoulders, drawing your breasts out of the soft lace and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Amicus brief.” He teased as his tongue laved over your nipple and you felt your pussy clench around nothing.

He moved to give your other breast the same soft attention as you worked on undoing his belt, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he worked you over. You finally drew his belt off and he sat up to remove his slacks, his lust blown eyes never leaving yours as he dragged his pants and boxer briefs down over his legs, tossing them on top of the rest of his clothes in the front seat as his cock bounced up against his abs, making your mouth fill with saliva at the sight.

You didn’t give him a chance to dive on top of you again, instead climbing into his lap as he knelt there and sucking his lower lip into your mouth. He groaned against your lips as you brought a hand down to wrap around his dick. You dragged his length through the slick that had soaked your thighs before shoving your panties aside and guiding him to your entrance.

Andy let out a deep sigh as you sank onto him, taking his full length in one smooth motion until he was fully seated in you. His tongue pressed between your lips and curved against yours as you wrapped one hand around his neck and the other around his bicep.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, baby.” He muttered against your lips as he started moving his hips at a languorous pace. “So fucking warm and wet for me.”

“Mmm, Andy.” You moaned as you nipped at his lips softly. “I love having you inside me.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He murmured as he started to move a little faster. “You love feeling my big cock in that tight little pussy?”

“Fuck, I need this cock, baby.” You hissed, resting your forehead against his and staring into his eyes. “Nobody fucks me like you do.”

“Shit. You’re squeezing me so good, honey.” He muttered as he ground against you. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Fuck, I’m so close, Andy.” You whined as his hips thrust against you even harder. “God, right there. I’m gonna cum”

“Do it, I wanna see that cream all over my dick.” He buried his face in your neck and gave one last violent push of his hips.

You let out a cry as every muscle in your body went rigid, your fingers digging painfully into his neck and shoulders. Your pussy clenched around him for a beat before fluttering in your release as your torso rolled against his and a wave of intense pleasure washed over you.

“Jesus, baby.” He murmured as you came down, straightening his legs one at a time as he held you to him tightly.

You were still kneeling and the new angle had him hitting you even deeper than before, making stars burst behind your closed eyelids. Andy bent his knees slight behind you and leaned you back to rest against them as he moved his mouth to your breasts, making you whimper as his tongue brushed against your nipple.

“God, I could spend all night like this.” He murmured as he started pulling you down to him over and over, making you devolve into a mewling, whimpering mess. “My face buried in these perfect tits and my cock buried in that perfect pussy.”

You felt yourself clench around him at the praise and dug both hands in the hair at the base of his skull, pressing his mouth to your chest as you arched into him. His cock twitched inside you in response as he let out a deep groan, his hips meeting yours desperately.

“I’m gonna cum again, shit. You close, baby?” You felt him nodding between your breasts as his hips stuttered. “Fuck, I wanna feel it fill me up. I love when your cum inside me.”

“Goddamn it.” He hissed, and that was it for both of you.

Your knees squeezed his hips painfully as you tugged at his hair, a moan coming from deep in your chest as your orgasm ripped through you. Your cunt fluttered uncontrollably as your muscles spasmed around him, milking his cock for everything he could give you. He shouted your name against your chest and dug his fingers into your waist as his spend filled you up, painting your velvety walls in hot ropes that mixed with your own release and seeped over your thighs in a thick mess.

He collapsed back against the seat with a groan, taking you with him as he still held you tightly. You nuzzled into his neck as aftershocks still shook through you, your pussy clenching around his softening cock at random intervals.

“Well, fuck me Professor Barber.” You teased as he buried his face in your hair.

He let out a groan and grinned at you as he brought his face to meet yours, his tongue slipping between your lips as he kissed you deeply.

“God, I fucking love you.” He whispered without thought as his hands ran over your spine. His hands stopped suddenly as he realized what he’d said and his held his breath as he waited for your reply.

You just buried your face in his chest hair and sighed before whispering “Love you too, Andy.”

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C.., could I request obs nsfw alphabet if your willing to? 👉👈

Observer? Hmm, I am willing but I've never particularly thought about him before 🤔 This should be interesting~

Gonna give a general CW for stalking and dub con stuff just in case

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT, you will be blocked

Observer's NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Not the best but not the worst. Will make sure you aren't too banged up and patch up any wounds. You'll probably have to drag his ass into a shower though 😒

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your ass. No joke, he will bite it and spank it all he wants. As for him, he likes his hands and his arms. He's not too beefy, but he's strong enough to hold you up against him or the wall, and that makes him feel strong and sexy

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Please let him cum on you, anywhere on you, it drives him crazy to see you with your mouth lolled open as he paints your face and tits with his orgasm 🥴

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Honestly his dirty secret is probably that he is a bit of a sex fiend 🤭 He puts up this very controlled and quiet front, but if you push his buttons its like unleashing a monster.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Decently experienced, though to be fair he's watched more porn than actually fucked people. So, you might have to tell him how to do it a bit jhfjsdhf 🤭😒

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, or him pinning you against the wall in any way. Or any way he can film you for a good view~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Is there a sinister kind of goofy? Cuz if there is, he's that. It's more a making fun of you kind of goofy 😏

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keeps himself put together, so nicely trimmed and maybe shaved to be contained

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Not super intimate. It's more fun to take you by surprise and take what he wants. He'll have a fuck buddy before a realtionship

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off quite a bit. He doesn't just do it to cum tho, he likes to tease himself and take his time, maybe even edge himself. Also likes to call you when he does to fluster you 😳🙈

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Literally if you do not see this man as a voyeur, that is your fault and you are wrong. He probably has a stash of footage of the two of you, or just stuff he got while stalking you. Also has a thing for knives, but fr who doesn't here

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Seriously you think any of these nasty men care about where they'd rail you?? You have more faith in them than I do, that's for sure. This fuck will be just as happy to rail you in a tiny ass uncomfy closet as he would in your bed

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Making you flustered or uncomfy njshrf. If he has an opportunity to make you squirm and go red he will take it and abuse it~ 🤗

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do not tie him up he will get so mad and try to kill you, I'm not kidding. Also do not take a knife to him 😬

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He really wants to fuck your face 🥺 he really wants to see your eyes water and hear you gag and struggle around him as he makes a mess of your mouth, wants to feel your nails dig into his hips before sliding down between your legs because you're so wet from how he uses you 😩💦

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, will slow down to tease and hear you beg though 😏

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies, will gladly pull you on his lap to fuck you fast and hard and stuff you full of cum and then just casually will go back to editing.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Totally down. Especially if it makes you squirm. Prepare to be dragged into risks as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A bit higher than average, curse his human body limit. He wants to fuck you for hours, but cuz of how hard he goes he has to take a small break 🤭

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes but to be fair, he probably snatched them from other people. Collecting. Don't be surprised if something goes missing from your toy box 😳🤫

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A huge tease, loves to tease you until you can barely take it and then just drop it and go. He thinks its funny how much it distresses you 😋

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not super loud, but not quiet. Loves to dirty talk right in your ear and groan lowly for you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Idk how clear I've made this so far, but this boy is not nice sdjksdjsk. He's a big sadist and loves to degrade and be mean to you. He probably met you through unsavory means as well. But if he really likes you and trusts you, he softens up and gets much sweeter. It's rare though, but not impossible 🥺💕

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Between 6.5 and 7 inches, a little skinny but gets thicker near the middle.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

A decently high sex drive, its so hard not to rate these on a scale of one to 5. I would rank him a 3.5

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Does not lol, he's gonna sit there and stare at you like a creep and snap a couple of pictures for good measure, before ducking out of the room and moving on ¯\_(ツ)_/��

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Guarding Your Heart (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

Request: THE ENDING WAS PURRRRRFECT i'm gonna miss tfatws sm. I don't know if on the raft they allow inmates to be visited but let's imagine it: you visiting zemo for the first time since he was sent there, a little angst cuz you can't have skin-to-skin contact anymore but you two talk about some things and how life is going, if everything is okay 🥺🥺🥺 (by anonymous), [Marvel-Masterlist]

Summary: Inmate: Helmut Zemo. Accommodation: The Raft. Visitors: Generally prohibited. Exceptions: Maintaining a friendly relationship with an Avenger.

Words: 3,547

Warnings: angst, jail (is that a warning?), fluff, feels, my emotions, I didn’t use any pronouns!, TFATWS spoilers, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Countless attempts from your side had been ignored. You were an average citizen. No superpower, no higher-up. Ordinary. It appeared that the Raft did not think highly of such people. Not when they proposed to visit an inmate. And definitely not when said inmate was the same Baron who broke out of a high security jail in Germany. But he was yours. His imprisonment in Europe had not been as restricted. For his sake, you had moved to the other end of the world. Simply so you could spend a bit of time together every day. Your old life had been completely abandoned. And for almost ten years, Germany had been your home. Until Sam & Bucky entered your lives once again. Though you started off on the wrong foot, this time around, you were more than grateful for their presence. Without them, especially without the former Winter Soldier, Helmut would still rot away in that tiny prison cell. Your time together had been adventurous. Often hazardous. Life threatening. In the end, you made it out alive. Coming back stronger than ever before.

It could have been a fairy tale. A long awaited fulfillment of a seemingly impossible dream. Were it not for the Wakandans crushing your reverie at the worst place imaginable. The Sokovian memorial. Where you held one of his clothed hands in both of yours. Shedding tears, remembering his old life. His wife. His son. You would never replace them. At the same time, you did not even intend to. His past was part of him & made him to the man you loved endlessly. Bucky did not receive your blame. Were you mad at him for handing Helmut over to the Wakandans? Absolutely. Then again, the super soldier was the reason why he was out of jail in the first place. It was a fine line between resentment & gratitude.

Luckily, throughout the various missions you had been a part of, you gained Sam’s trust. He took a liking in you & when he saw you struggling, he was eager to help. Obviously, the Raft yielded when the Captain America himself transmitted an inquiry. Only a few hours passed & you were on your way to Helmut’s current accommodation. A small jet that had been arranged just for you. In this instant, you did not feel average anymore. For a second, you experienced what it would feel like to live this kind of lifestyle. The one of a Baron. Why you were still unfamiliar with that even though your boyfriend was rich? Truthfully, you did not touch his money at all. It was his & when he did not have access to it while imprisoned, you did not dare using it either. Loyalty. Of course Zemo suggested utilization for you but you declined politely. After reasoning enough, he swore he fell even harder for you. The staunchness of you was remarkable.

It was bizarre. Entering the Raft with multiple workers circling you. You were told that these were the security measures that had to be met if someone wanted to visit an inmate. To you, it sounded like a poor excuse but you would not speak that thought out loud. Prisoners needed social contact. Physical contact could not be provided, that much you understood. But one would go insane without having the opportunity to see another human being that was not a guard working here.

Your body was a mess. Heart hammering at your chest with such a force, you believed it would burst any second. Irregular breaths left your lips. Trembling hands fiddled with each other in order to prevent others from noticing. Weak knees that threatened to no longer stabilize your body weight with each step you took forward. To bystanders, you probably appeared as a put-together person. On the inside, there was chaos. Nothing but chaos. How would you react? How would he react? Would you have privacy? An audience? Observers? Innumerable questions flooded your mind. Seemingly, having only one purpose. To drown you. To drown every bit of you. But you would not succumb that easily. You were so close to where you wanted to be. The fight could not end now. Disappointment would cloud you. More importantly, it would cloud him.

Four guards. It took four guards to guide you through the facility. To your surprise, the insides radiated a calm, almost content atmosphere. The walk lasted an eternity. At least, that was what it felt like. Your Helmut occupied a cell at the very end of the building. No explanation had been given to you as to why they decided to accommodate him there. Maybe, with Sam’s assistance, you could change his quarters & move it further up to the entrance. That way, if you visited again, you would not have to waltz through every narrow hallway. Listening to the whimpers of some inmates. The screams. The bashing. The…pain. There was only one person here who you were familiar with. Helmut. The others? You had no idea what crimes they implemented to end up at a place as dark as this.

“He’s at the end of that corridor.” one of the guards motioned for the others to leave you alone. His hand gestured to a tall white door that had a small built-in window. Your sight was obstructed by the frosted glass of it.

“Will you join me?” you questioned, wanting to prepare for it if he had to accompany you.

“Generally, yes.” he breathed out, putting his hands in the pockets of his uniform. Then, he sighed quietly & eyed you once more. “But since it was requested you speak to him alone, I’ll leave you be.”

“Whose request was that?” your eyebrows furrowed. The Raft was not an institution for exceptions. At first, the mere thought of getting to see Helmut again was an impossibility.

“Captain America’s.” he stated monotonously. The way his face scrunched up made it obvious that he was less than pleased about this decision. As soon as you were out of here, you had to call Sam & thank him for making this feasible.

“Oh.” it was all you could muster at the moment. There was an overwhelming feeling you had to handle. And it was not exactly one of your specialties.

“The door is unlocked. Walk down the hallway & the cell will come into view. If something happens, there’s an emergency button that should be operated whe-“ you stopped him during his speech.

“Thanks for your concern but I’ll be just fine.” a genuine smile formed on your face. The guard nodded at you, still slightly uncertain, & turned around without another word. Letting the uncomfortable silence envelop you. Your legs were frozen in place, preventing you from running to him. Maybe it was the thought of having to say goodbye again. As wonderful as it was that you were allowed to visit him, the concept of abandoning him broke your heart. The difference between the jail in Germany & this one was that you could not linger close by. The trip lasted for a while. Daily visitations were out of the question.

Slow but steady steps moved you over to the door. A hand raised to the doorknob. The coldness of it grounded you the slightest bit. You had to take a few deep breaths, just like he had instructed you multiple times before, in order to reduce the fast, almost unhealthy pace of your beating heart. Your hand twisted the doorknob to one side & when you heard the lock click, you pushed the door open with your entire body weight. Otherwise, you would have been too weak to do so. Bright lights had you squint your eyes. A hand was used as a shield to block most of the luminosity. When your eyes adjusted to the different setting, you straightened your back & brushed non-existent dust from your clothes. This motion gave you something to do with your hands. It was a much needed distraction. You held your head high, looking straight forward to the very end of the corridor. At the sides, the walls were painted bright white. Almost too bright for your liking. It resembled a hospital & you had never enjoyed them. The consistency of it was broken with the glass wall you were staring at. The one which was straight ahead. His cell, you figured. But there was no silhouette you could make out. Considering the size, you should have noticed him already. But he was not there. So you no longer moved in slow motion but jogged over to the pane.

Fast footsteps echoed in Helmut’s ears. Time was fluid in a jail like that. But it had not been long since a guard brought him breakfast. Whoever visited him now, it seemed to be urgent on the basis of the fast pace they approached. He scooted closer to the frigid wall behind his bed. Something he did to mess with the employees here. At least it gave him something to do. Besides reading tons of books & listening to the radio that had been prepared for him. That was luxurious enough for an inmate. All of a sudden, it was silent. Too quiet for his liking. The next thing he heard was music to his ears.

“Helmut?” your broken voice whispered & filled the room. Was he turning hallucinational? Nobody would blame him in a place like this. But not even his imagination could recall your softness so perfectly. He stood up, carefully, & widened his eyes at the sight of you. There you were, on the other side of the transparent wall. Separating the outside world from the box he found himself in.

“(Y/N)? You’re here.” no time was wasted. Helmut dragged his body as close to yours as his cell allowed him to. One of his hands touched the smooth surface & you mimicked his actions. There were tears threatening to escape but you tried everything to keep them locked inside. “Don’t cry.” the volume of his voice had lowered. Nobody could listen to you in here but it almost felt illicit to talk at a normal volume.

“I’m sorry.” you chuckled shortly, your free hand coming to your face to wipe at your cheeks. How he wanted to be the one to touch your tender skin. To have you lean into his palm.

“What are you sorry for?” the proximity was given yet unattainable. Your gaze averted, staring at the pavement floor.

“I don’t know…For everything?” you shrugged your shoulders, laughing at how incomprehensible you sounded. Helmut shook his head. That was how he knew you. Always being the one to carry everyone’s burden on your own. Though you did not need to.

“Stop that.” it was an order but not a forceful one. One that eased the tension immediately.

“Okay.” you mouthed.

The floor was everything but comfortable but you made do. Sitting cross legged opposite of Helmut was dreamlike. In your dreams, you had skin-to-skin contact but that delight had been denied. Simply having him next to you was enough for now. Helmut had his elbows on his knees, watching your every move. Reminiscing every small detail he could get a glimpse of. But there was nothing new he came across. He remembered you like the back of his hand. Sometimes even more precisely than you did yourself. And yet, his observation resembled the first time when his warm, chocolate brown eyes fell onto your frame. Usually, you handled his stares well but something inside of you told you to inquire.

“What?” you asked with a playful, teasing tone. His eyes locked onto yours. You giggled at his confused state.

“Is there a problem?” Helmut turned insecure for a second. And people who knew him were aware that he was barely ever uncertain.

“No, not at all.” you shook your head to emphasize your words. “Just…you’re staring.” you called him out. It made him laugh, his head falling back briefly.

“Is it forbidden to stare?” one of his eyebrows perked up. “I believe most people are flattered by the attention.” though he played the serious act quite well, you could tell that he was joking.

“You’re awful.” you laughed at his antics.

“I am aware.” he saw you opening your mouth to disagree with him but Helmut was faster. “(Y/N)?”

“What is it?” you rested your intertwined hands in your lap. But he had noticed the trembles. He had noticed you struggling. And he realized that it was because of the position you were currently in.

“How is it like? Outside, I mean.” he skillfully changed the topic before the atmosphere between you two could shift in a negative way.

“You have a radio.” your finger pointed to the one sitting on a small table inside the cell right next to a stack of read-through books. “I’m sure you have an idea of what it’s like.”

“But I would love to hear it from you.” there was an encouraging smile on his lips that you could not resist, no matter what.

“Well, Karli’s dead. Sharon took care of her.” you began & watched him nodding approvingly. “Bucky finished his amends & it really looks like he’s doing much better. He’s taking baby steps but he’s doing well.” you could not suppress the small smile when you spoke about the super soldier. Helmut was not jealous. Bucky & you had become fast friends over time.

“Could you deliver a message from me?” he continued after a hum from you. “Tell James that I am happy for him. And thank him from me.” that warmed your heart. All of the previous disputes aside, they had started tolerating each other. You would not go as far as calling them friends but what was not could still be.

“I will.” you promised with certainty. “Right, um…Sam is Captain America. This job is made for him. I truly believe, with him, we’ll achieve great things.” you quieted down, not exactly knowing how to continue.

“So you established Sam’s & James’ success. But what about you?” he read you too easily. No other person saw through you like he did. That affirmed the close bond you two shared even further.

“What about me?” a phony dumfounded expression was plastered on your face.

“How have you been doing?” it was a question with so much emotion & care hidden beneath, it brought tears to the corners of your eyes instantly. Your attempts to blink them away were gratuitous. They started rolling down over your cheeks. So fast, in fact, you could not even wipe them away with your sleeves in time. Helmut’s heart broke at this sight of you. It was clear as day that you experienced a rough patch. The cause of it was him being imprisoned, that much he knew. “Talk to me.” he whispered & cursed the guards for not granting his partner access inside his cell. But they thought he would plan another escape. At the same time, they were unaware that he would not take the risk to jeopardize your safety with a second try.

“It’s…” you took a deep breath to steady your voice & avoid the wavering & cracking. “It’s been hard.” you admitted quietly. “Without you.” you finished. Your eyes flickered up to his face. His look brought you the tiniest bit of contentment. The way his body language could comfort you in such a way was prodigious.

“Love.” the nickname gained your entire attention. It was like all of your worries melted away by the simple sound of it rolling from his lips. The tears did not stop but they were mixed with happiness now. Gratitude that you shared this moment with him. You were here. Helmut was here. Similar to how it used to be. Yet, entirely different. “Please look at me when I tell you this.” & you obeyed without a second thought. “You are my world. If I could change this situation, trust me that I would instantly. I understand your struggles. And I abominate that I cannot dispose of your demons. Or make them part of my own. Your pain causes me aching ten times worse. It is painful seeing you like this. My love, you must promise me one thing.” it was hard for him to get through this speech without his voice fading at the emotions he was experiencing. But he had to stay strong for you. It would only cause you more distress if you noticed him showing how affected he truly was.

“Anything, Helmut.” your reply followed straight after. If he asked you for something, you would do your very best to make him proud of you.

“Promise me to take care of yourself. I would hate to watch you disappear because of me.” the sincerity assured you how important it was to him.

“Helmut, I don’t think I coul-“ he shushed you when he spotted what you were intending to do.

“Promise me, my love.” he repeated & you closed your eyes briefly, releasing another wave of tears.

“I promise.” your eyelids slowly opened & you could detect the relief in his at your words.

“How did you persuade them into visiting an inmate?” the atmosphere had shifted to a relaxing feel once again. And his attempt to start another conversation was welcomed.

“I didn’t do anything. Though I’ve tried multiple times…Sam came to my aid.” you chuckled at the memory & the excitement you emitted after his call. The news had been the best in a very long time.

“Ah, of course, if Captain America requests a visitation…” Helmut started.

“The chiefs are on board in an instant.” you finished his sentence & the both of you laughed at the tomfoolery.

“Means that Sam is the reason for your stay.” you confirmed his thought process quietly. “Please express my gratitude for him as well.”

“Will do.” you wanted to maintain the dialogue with him but a loud noise from behind you caught you by surprise. The same guard who had instructed your appropriate behavior inside these hallways was back. There was a look on his face you could not quite identify but it left you uneasy.

“Time’s over.” the statement felt like someone stabbed you with a knife. Not once, not twice. Multiple times to cause as much damage as possible. Helmut then stood up from the floor, gesturing for you to do the same. The moment you were on your feet again, your knees were close to giving out. Digging deep inside, you mustered all the strength you had left & fixed your posture. You did that to avoid radiating a fragile appearance. “Bid your goodbyes, I’ll wait by the door.” the guard took his place in the doorway, waiting for you to approach him. Your body faced Helmut’s & you rested both of your hands on the glass in front of you. He mimicked you & if it were not for the transparent border, you would have touched.

“I’ll miss you.” you whispered as you pressed your forehead against the boundary.

“I will miss you more.” he followed right after. “But you are always here with me.” one hand rested above his heart. Goodbyes were difficult. Especially with the ulterior motive of not returning the following day. It would most likely take a while until you would face him again. Secretly, so nobody could discern what you were doing, you pulled a small paper out of your pocket & pushed it through one of the many, tiny holes in the glass wall. It dropped to the floor on the other side. Helmut sent you a questioning glance which you retuned with a soft, gentle smile. Coughing behind you brought you back to reality. You had to leave. As much as it hurt, you turned your back to Helmut & distanced yourself from his cell. Arriving at the exit, you looked over shoulder one last time. One last time, your eyes locked. One last time, you let your tender features speak. One last time. While you walked away from him, he picked the small paper up from the ground. Unfolding it with much care, his eyes got stuck on three little words that were neatly curved in your handwriting. So when your eyes met, he returned that favor without anyone realizing it. His lips moved & you saw him mouthing that same phrase back. Your smile grew wider, as did his. And then you were gone. Of course, you would come back. And with Sam’s help, it would probably be sooner rather than later. He stared at the door where you just walked through. His gaze then turned to the paper in his hands. Never would he let go of it again. He would treat it like it was made out of gold. To him, it was. And it was worth so much more. The feeling it triggered inside of him could not be purchased. It could only be provided by a special someone. That special someone was you. Reading through the note one more time, he sat down on the uncomfortable mattress. The displeasure was ignored for now. For a minute, he bathed in the loving emotions you brought to him.

“I love you. -xo(Y/N)”

Published (05/09/2021) by Cathy

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