#enjoy this short fanfic!

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Cheater

(Fifth official post)

(Character’s name-Isaiah)

Yan Cheater who shameless cheats on you, the whole town knows, and then smirks when you berate him for his promiscuous ways.

Yan Cheater who always manages to keep you with him, usually by threats of blackmail or begging. 

Yan Cheater who, despite his hedonistic faults, doesn’t want to leave you. He still loves you, but sometimes you bore him.

Yan Cheater who become panicky when you start to ignore, then he starts to throw a fit when you give him the cold shoulder.

Yan Cheater who temporarily halts his promiscuous actions to try and woo you again. He doesn’t want to loose you, he loves, really he does! (He doesn’t, but he’s too much of a coward to leave you)

“Please baby, don’t leave me! I swear I’ll never do that again!” He begs, desperate to bring you back into his arms. He reaches for you, his arms open and attempts to embrace you. 

Unfortunately for him, his actions are undesired and therefore you slapped him, then told him to screw off and then  you kicked him out of your house.

Yan Cheater is absolutely devastated when you kick him out, this is a bad sign, what if you leave him? His mood isn’t even lifted when that annoying neighbor he hooked up with invites him over. (He rejects her invitation politely, then decides to just wait on the porch until you let him back in or give him his clothes)

Sadly, he doesn’t get invited back into your house, nope, instead you toss his clothes out and then you hand him a sleeping bag. You locked him out, he can’t understand it and he has no idea how to repair this relationship.

Yan Cheater who mourns your break up, even after weeks have passed. He doesn’t understand what happened, he thought for sure that you would’ve stayed with him. (He knew all your secrets after all) But you didn’t care of he told the world about your crimes (not that there were any serious ones going on). In fact you only seemed to encourage him to inform the whole world of what you’ve done.

Yan Cheater who still hasn’t gotten over you, you and him were dating for so long and he just can’t fathom the idea of being separated from you.

Yan Cheater who snaps when he sees you flirting with your best friend, he decides then and there that he will get you back, and nothing will ever separate the two of you again.

Hence he kidnapped you, locked you in his basement (don’t  worry it’s fully furnished) executed your best friend, blocked all other contacts on your phone and then began his to try, and salvage your relationship. 

It doesn’t work, but he has all the time in the world to try and it’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon.

Yan Cheater who swears to be true to you and to stay with you for all eternity. 

(Short post today, but enjoy it anyways and feel free to comment)

#yandere cheater x reader #yandere oc #my writing #yandere x reader #yandere #His name is Isaiah #enjoy this short fanfic! #Fifth official post #Isaiah my oc

[onsomenewsht]

Helpless to the bass and faded light

About when she bribes you and you dance with her like a filled stadium isn't looking

》 Leah Williamson x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 she took my arm / I don't know how it happened / we took the floor and she said

You don’t like football.

It’s quite a boring game if you stop to think about it for a moment. Two dozen and counting people running around a ball trying to kick it into a huge net.

Not something you look forward to sit through for almost two hours.

Despite your father’s best efforts, you being his only kid and his only hope to pass down his passion, the sport never managed to interest you long enough to care.

You even found yourself in the stands of your dad’s favourite club’s home more times than you’re able to remember, going beyond yourself and cheering when the other people around you did.

The things you do to make your parents proud.

How you managed to have the English captain wrapped around your finger, regardless of your well-known dislike for her biggest passion and purpose in life, is still a mystery for your families and friends.

“Pretty please, just this one”

“Oh, shut up!”, you hit her arm and push her off you, both still naked.

You can’t believe your girlfriend is actually trying to bribe you with sex, not even waiting for you to fully recover before asking to go to the game.

“No, you ruined the mood”, you state as the blonde tries to kiss you again.

The huge grin of her beautiful face is quite dangerous, she can win you over so easily and you both know it.

Leah rises off the bed to retrieve a warm cloth from the bathroom and a clean shirt from the closet. You accept her attention, she’s always caring when it comes to you, but you’re pretty sure the extra effort has a not-so-subtle second purpose.

“You can’t buy me so easily, Williamson”

She can.

“It’s a really important game, my love”

“For who?”

“For me?”, she tries as she slots herself under your open arm, a grin hidden between your neck and the pillow.

“I barely bear you playing”

“You love watching me play”

“I love you, period”

Leah knows how much you think the sport is boring, going way out of your comfort zone just to cheer her. She feels immensely supported when she finds your big smile in the stands, wrapped in one of her jerseys.

It’s not that difficult for you to sit and admire your girlfriend in her element, focusing more on her movements and attitude than paying attention to the actual game.

What you find quite annoying is enduring Arsenal’s men’s team.

The defender’s fingers on your side are slowly soothing you in a compromising position, too relaxed and smitten to keep denying her anything. You know she doesn’t need much more to lure you into her trap and, unfortunately for you, she’s perfectly aware too.

When the blonde’s lips find the particularly sensitive spot on the base of your neck, you’re doomed.

~

You’re glad your father is already dead or you’d have killed him as you take your seat in the Emirates Stadium, surrounded by the Gunners’ colours. Your girlfriend’s name on your back could be the final nail.

The things you do to make your lover happy.

“You know I love you, right?”

“You better never forget this”, you quip back.

The English captain has been looking forward to this game for weeks now, you couldn’t have been able to turn her down in spite of it all.

She doesn’t need to know though, that you didn’t accept to spend one of your date nights watching the North West London derby for free.

“Maybe you will enjoy it at the end”

Nice try, you will not.

“You know, my dad was a West Ham supporter”

“Could have been worse”, she smiles at you, reaching for your hand.

Talking about your father is getting easier as time finally moves forward and your grief keeps changing its shape. Compared to the abyssal black hole it felt like the first year and a half, of its progress.

Leah didn’t meet him, crushing in your life a couple of months after his passing, but she managed to find a space in your heart that keeps growing despite all your fears.

They could have hit so well, bonding over their shared passion for the sport and their never-ending determination to make you happy.

You told her some stories about him, mostly memories to make your girlfriend understand how stubborn and passionate he was about the thing he cared about.

The one thing you all have in common.

“Yeah, he used to gift me a West Ham jersey every year on Bobby Moore’s birthday”

Leah’s laugh managed to overcome the buzzing atmosphere of the stadium, making you feel like she was the reason all the people around you were cheering. You sure think so.

“He sounds like an incredible father”

“Football obsession aside, he was good”

When you turn to look at her, the blonde’s eyes are already on you and the smile on her face is enough to warm your heart.

~

The first goal coming within five minutes has you quite engaged in what’s happening on the pitch, you even drag your girlfriend in a kiss as you both rise from your seats to celebrate.

Your commitment declined quite easily after that, more entertained by Leah’s reactions than the actual game. You nod in amusement every time she tries to talk you through one of her analyses, placing a hand on her thigh to stop her from standing up every time the ball is somehow close to the box.

The second half is more eventual, at least that’s what you can understand by the excitement the defender and the people in the stands around you seem to radiate.

You’re not clueless, you’re perfectly aware a five-nil win against Chelsea is quite the result. You care enough to think you can’t wait to go home - Leah is always in the mood for a private celebration when her team triumphs, especially over another London club.

“Can we go now?”, you ask as soon as the referee whistles three times, declaring the end of your and the Blues’ torture.

Leah’s happiness is contagious, so you’re not mad when she drags you in her arms to join her cheers and enthusiastic dance. It takes you less than a second to indulge her, letting the blonde spin you around and matching her excitement.

When she dips you and seals the move with a kiss the laugh that rises out of you is genuine and loud.

At first, neither of you notice the stadium’s camera pointed in your direction, recording your little moment of pure bliss in each other’s arms.

Looking back at it, as all your friends sent you the viral video, you know Leah saw you two on the big screen and went along with her little cocky display of affection and excitement for the victory.

You’re sure your father could be laughing at it too, despite the colors you’re wearing.

fine.

#woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso community #lw6 #woso #here we are #short and sweet #i hope you enjoy it

[luxaofhesperides]

Surprise husbands + "How are you real?" ; requested by @vehan-tikkun-olam-and-stuff!

They may not have planned to get married, or even wanted it all too much at the beginning, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to treat each other right. It was rough going, with both of them coming out of relationships and having secret identities, but time had softened the hurt feelings and allowed them to actually get to know each other.

And Danny, Duke has discovered, is a really good husband. 

Neither of them ever saw themselves as married at 20, but sometimes life throws horrible curses at you and the embodiment of balance and life and death swoops in to save your life. Via marriage. 

His life is weird, okay? Duke has made his peace with it.

The thing is, if they had met naturally and started off as friends, Duke could see himself falling for Danny and asking him to marry him in a far off future. Instead, they’re doing everything backwards: married, then going on dates to know each other, and finally feeling close enough to be friends. 

It helps that Danny does his best to communicate and that helps Duke find the words he needs as well. 

He’s sweet, too, so kind and doting and affectionate. Like a really lovable cat, honestly. Duke’s never been cuddled so much in his life and he’s loving every minute of it. 

He… might be falling in love with his husband. What a revelation.

“Duke?” 

He blinks, looking up from his half-empty plate, pulled out of his thoughts suddenly. Tim and Dick stare at him, concerned, and he realizes he’s missed the entire conversation because he was so preoccupied thinking about Danny. In his defense, it was their one year anniversary the night before and Danny had kissed him for the first time after a date night spent playing video games and talking shit about their respective rogues. 

Tim snaps a finger in front of his face, and Duke startles. He got distracted by his Danny Thoughts again.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“You okay? You’ve been out of it all day,” Dick says, clearly concerned.

“Oh, uh, yeah, it’s all good. Just… adjusting.”

“To what? Did something happen?”

Duke shrugs, scooping up another forkful of pasta to shove in his mouth. “Yeah, I… this is going to sound kind of stupid, but I think I’m in love with my husband.”

Tim, taking an ill-timed drink, chokes and spits out his Zesti. Dick springs back, trying to get out of the spray zone but doesn’t move far, shocked still by Duke’s words.

“Oh, yeah,” Duke realizes, “I didn’t tell you guys, did I?”

“You’re married?!” Tim shrieks as Dick clutches at his chest, eyes wide.

“You didn’t tell me?” Dick asks, offended.

“Seriously? That’s what you focus on?”

Duke smiles as they begin to bicker. They do it constantly, but this time it’s halfhearted, as if they’re just going through the motions of something familiar to distract themselves from the bomb he’s dropped on them.

In all fairness, Duke did forget that he didn’t tell them that he’s married to Danny. He’s also only mentioned Danny once or twice and heavily implied that Danny was just a classmate at GCU. And then forgot that he didn’t tell them, assuming that they’d figure it out eventually being Batman trained detectives, after all.

Well. 

Oops.

Clearly that is not the case. Duke hurries to finish his pasta before Tim and Dick finish their joint freak out and get their senses back together enough to interrogate him. He can’t escape it, but he refuses to have this discussion with an empty stomach. 

He just barely manages to scrape the last mouthful off the plate when his fork is being yanked out of his hands. Tim and Dick close in on him, standing to either side of him, trapping him in place, and look at him with knife-sharp smiles.

Here we go, Duke thinks tiredly, and resigns himself to clearing up this misunderstanding.

Somehow, he manages to explain the situation (I got cursed, he saved my life, we ended up married because magic is bullshit, he treats me so well) and Tim and Dick both agree to not hunt down Danny to show him the wrath of older brothers on one condition: Danny has to join them for a family dinner.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch everyone up on your… situation,” Dick says, pulling on his jacket to head out. Tim is already on his phone, no doubt telling someone already. 

“Great,” Duke says, unenthused. “You’ll also be answering all the questions because I’m not in the mood. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to figure out a day that works for all of us, and then I’m going to kick my husband’s ass in Mario Cart.”

He walks out the door, grinning as he hears them scramble after him, then twists the ring on his finger (not a wedding ring, but a magic portal making gift) and steps into the portal. It closes quietly behind him, leaving him in Danny’s lair, a comfortable, spacious house with high ceilings and little bits of his personality scattered about. There are soft rugs with geometric patterns on them, star maps on the wall, stained glass windows that throw colors across the floor, and a giant couch and pillow pit in the living room.

Danny’s asleep in it, curled up and looking completely at peace. Duke toes off his shoes and carefully makes his way over, footsteps silent so he doesn’t wake him up, all plans of Mario Cart fading away instantly.

Danny doesn’t get much sleep, with the stress of school and an internship and ghost fights to worry about. It’s why his lair is so quiet and comfortable; it’s what he needs, and he doesn’t let anyone else in without invitation, rare as it is.

Duke is allowed to waltz right in thanks to the ring Danny gave him. It never stops making him feel overwhelmed by how much trust Danny puts in him to allow him unlimited access to what is his only true sanctuary, letting his lair be a place of safety and respite for Duke as well. 

He crawls into the pillow pit, There’s no way to do this without waking Danny up since he can’t fly, so he isn’t surprised to see Danny blink his eyes open, still looking soft and content. He smiles when he sees Duke, reaching a hand out to him that Duke gladly takes, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss his palm.

Sitting up, Danny tilts his head up in a silent request. Duke happily obliges, still reeling over the fact that he’s allowed to do this! He can kiss his husband whenever he wants! 

Yeah, he’s going to be riding that high for a while.

“Hey,” Danny murmurs, sleepy and quietly pleased to see him.

“Hi honey,” Duke returns fondly, “Have a nice nap?”

Danny nods, leaning into Duke and closing his eyes again. “Mhm. How long are you staying? I wanna cuddle.”

“I got nothing going on today. I’m all yours, baby.”

“C’mon,” Danny tries to tug him down. Duke goes slowly, covering Danny’s body with his own, but holds himself with one hand before he blankets his husband completely.

“Wait. There’s something we need to talk about.”

Immediately, the sleepy haze is fading from Danny’s eyes, leaving him alert. “What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Not really? You know how we agreed to keep our marriage a secret until we weren’t in danger anymore and all those cultists and sorcerers were taken care of?”

“...Yes?”

“Well.” Duke sucks in a breath and offers a bashful smile. “Guess who forgot to tell people we were married after that whole mess was dealt with?”

The nervousness clears from Danny’s gaze as he stares up at Duke with incredulous amusement. “No. No way.”

“Yeah. Kinda dropped a bomb on them and they started freaking out over me being married. Anyways, they want you to come to dinner?”

“When?”

Duke leans back, sitting on his heels. “Let me check.” He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to the group chat asking for a day they could have a family meal to meet his husband.

His phone is bombarded with texts and calls immediately until Barbara, bless her entire soul, forcibly mutes all of them and puts in a poll with a few dates, setting the poll to close in 24 hours.

“Okay, well, they’re deciding now, but probably soon.”

Danny nods. “Alright. I know these aren’t normal circumstances at all, but I’m so excited to meet the Bats.”

“You do not mean that after hearing all my stories about them.”

“No, I do!” Danny laughs, surging up to wrap his arms around Duke and pull him back down to lay among the giant pillows with him. “They sound nice!”

“The Bats sound nice?!” Duke repeats in horror. “Did you hit your head?”

“They do sound nice! You talk about them so fondly, and yeah they have problems and are dysfunctional, but they’re heroes. Of course they have problems. Even with all their baggage, they’re kind. And you clearly love them, so I do too.”

It’s hard to resist the urge to hug Danny tight enough to make him squeak while peppering his face with kisses, so Duke doesn’t. He just goes and does it, because he’s allowed to shower his husband (!) with affection (!!!) as much as he pleases.

“How are you real?” he says against the corner of Danny’s lips. “How are you so perfect! To me specifically! Honey, if we weren’t already married, I’d be going down on one knee right now.”

“I mean, you still can. We never got a proper wedding either. Think if we offer them a chance to help plan our wedding, they’ll forgive us for secretly being married for so long?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Duke says. He’s already giddy, just imagining what their wedding will look like, what song they’ll play for their first dance, where they’ll have the ceremony… He should create a Pinterest account to start putting ideas together. 

Later, though. He wants to woo Danny properly and take him on so many dates.

Dates which include dinner with the Waynes and Wayne-adjacents, apparently.

“You sure you’re okay with meeting them over dinner?” he asks, just to be sure. He knows how intense they can be, even when pretending to be normal civilians. It took him years to get used to them, himself, and he doesn’t want to push Danny into doing something he’s not ready to do.

Danny cups Duke’s face in his hands and gives him a quick, reassuring kiss. “I’m sure. If nothing else, it’ll be fun to see how long it takes for them to realize I’m not fully human.”

“I really am glad it’s you.”

“Yeah, me too. I’d choose you all over again if given the choice.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Duke laughs, wrapping an arm around Danny’s waist.

“Can we nap now? Now that you’re here and holding me, it’s taking everything I’ve got to stay awake.”

“Yeah, we can nap now.” Duke settles into the pillows, Danny cradled in his arms and closes his eyes to bask in the quiet easiness of it all. 

He really couldn’t ask for a better husband, unexpected as he was. The others will see that too, once they meet him. It’s impossible to not love Danny once you meet him; Duke knows this all too well.

He loves his husband.

And his husband loves him back.

Duke is fully prepared to keep making that choice for the rest of his life.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dp x dc fanfic #prompt fill #my writing #it was such a struggle to keep this one short but i WILL do it. it will stay below 3k words. i promised myself this #wasnt too sure what the surprise husbands trope was so i winged it lol. i hope you enjoy reading this anyways!! #its all about choosing love and choosing each other and taking care of each other in a bad situation #turning it into something good and soft and kind bc neither of u want to hurt each other and its nice to have someone always by ur side #its abt choosing each other every day!! #these two are out here speed running love while doing it backwards. icons. #thanks for the prompt!!

[motelofmermaids]

keegan russ who fucks you when he’s jealous.

(task force 141!keegan russ)

you could be smiling at johnny mid-conversation, maintaining eye contact or patting simon’s arm in acknowledgment—hell, you could be standing in the kitchen with kyle, having a cup of coffee. it didn’t matter, not to keegan, especially when he ended up between your legs. he’d take you in any way possible, fucking you until you’re nothing but drunk and stupid off of him.

he would grin as he bit at your inner thighs, legs twitching to close shut around his head when he’d abuse your clit with his tongue. he’d go slow, only so he could drink up the sighs of his name and slurred begs coming from you. feigning sympathy, he’d knit his brows together as your frustrated moans sung against his lips, mask pulled up to his nose so he could taste you—thighs shaking as you rode him. he’d ask you, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” and, “thought you could take me.” keegan would definitely click his tongue as you gripped onto his mask at the back of his neck; his eyes tearing your soul apart, as if it were judgment day and you wouldn’t make it to that sweet, sweet paradise.

he’d pant against your ear, his mask tickling the sensitive skin there, “fuck… pretty girl, you were made for me.” because he wouldn’t let his frustration out on your divine body, wouldn’t treat you poorly. no, keegan would show you how much he desired you—remind you how perfect you were for him, as if the heavens created you just for him, for his cock. and you’d sob into the thick air as he fingered you. he’d play at your hot and bothered bundle of nerves, run his calloused fingers through your wet folds—and you’d let him, allowing him to take you in any way he pleased. it was a sick and twisted indication that he knew you more than yourself, and that you needed him.

and it was all because of pure bitterness. he’d take you apart just to put you back together—an impure routine. it didn’t matter to keegan russ, as long as you were crying out his name in incoherent pleas and prayers.

#kel’s concepts ♡︎ #keegan x you #keegan russ smut #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #call of duty fanfic #keegan p russ #cod keegan #keegan cod #this is just a short drabble that i should definitely delve deeper into #but i hope ya’ll enjoy this!

[forlorn-crows]

Crow, my dear, if it’s not too much to ask…may I make a ficlet request? Feel free to ignore this if you’re not feeling it, but I’m partway through a new drawing and could use some scene setting inspiration. Mountain, kissing Dew’s neck from behind, Dew so far gone Mountain has to hold him up. Maybe some teeth in there too~

oops its filthy too~ dew really is a sucker for neck kisses, isn't he?

hope this gives you lots of inspiration hehehe

EDIT: now with delicious art by @autumnblooms

Dew's head lolls back onto Mountain's shoulder for the umpteenth time, too gone to hold it up himself. He chokes off a moan when the earth ghoul sucks at the junction of his neck, belly fluttering and cock jumping at the touch of his tongue.

Mountain grinds up into his little body, rumbling into too hot skin. "Feel so good, fire lily," he rasps. "Taking me so well."

"Uhn," he moans eloquently, arching when Mountain scrapes his teeth over the tendon in his shoulder. Teasing the promise of a claim. 

"Belial, like that, just like that, darling." Mountain thrusts lazily, but devastatingly deep and precise. "Just lie back all pretty and take my cock," he breathes hotly into Dew's ear.

“Fu-uck ye-es,” Dew groans, voice jumping with each pass of Mountain’s cock over that spot deep inside. His own cock leaks over his stomach, precum catching in his happy trail and dripping down the shaft. 

Mountain kisses up his neck, leaving a messy trail of saliva until he reaches the sensitive spot behind Dew’s ear. He sucks and nibbles, thrusts getting steadily harder the longer he kisses there. The fire ghoul whines. The end of it turns into a wheeze when Mountain sucks a mark into the skin. 

“You sound so lovely,” Mountain purrs. His arm tightens across Dew’s chest, really pinning him down. His other arm moves down to his thigh, big hand gripping the muscle and pulling his legs further apart. “Will you cum for me if I touch you?”

Dew squirms a little. Digs his toes into the comforter and grips Mountain’s arm. “Yeah,” he whines. “‘M close, yes, please.”

Mountain huffs a laugh into his sweaty hair. He dips his hand further down, running a finger around Dew’s stretched hole and up the seam of his balls. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Drawn up so tight, so open for me,” he groans. He drags his hand up to his cock, squeezing the base gently. 

Dew keens, rolling his head back and forth. “Mountain,” he begs. “C-can’t, I—uhn f-fu—” The earth ghoul runs his thumb over the slit, snapping his hips up at the same time. Any coherent thought leaks out of Dew’s ears as quickly as the precum dripping from the head of his dick. 

“Just take it,” he breathes, really pounding into him now. “Lemme make you feel good.”

“Oh Lu-ci-fer,” Dew cries, arching sharply.  

“Shhh,” Mountain soothes. “That’s it.” He speeds his hand, slick sounds filling the air around them. “Give it to me, let me hear those lovely noises.”

Dew’s got plenty of them, spilling from his slack mouth with every stroke, every thrust. And still, Mountain kisses at his neck, sucking, nipping, and laving at all the spots that make Dew gasp and clench down on his cock. 

“Close,” Dew hisses. “Gonna fuckin’ cum—Mount, shit, ‘mgonnacum—” 

Mountain sinks his teeth into the fire ghoul’s shoulder, turning his warning into a warbling moan. His eyes roll back and he spills over Mountain’s hand in no less than two thrusts and one pull on his cock, tail ramrod straight against the bed as he shudders through it.

#its short bc im fighting the writing demons currently #but hope you enjoy! #ask #kate #ficlet #fanfic #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountaindew #mountain x dewdrop #dewdrop x mountain #sodo ghoul #fucking take ME mountain #anyway

[crown-ov-horns]

Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.   

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.  

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.   

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

“Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles   had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation  you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

#ahs #american horror story #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #ahs fanfic #ahs fanfiction #ahs fanwork #ahs fandom #horror fandom #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon x reader #angel!reader #blasphemy #hierophilia #i don't put too much weight on the loss of virginity #originally it was going to be full coercion but I decided I don't like that #so the angel has her power #tbh i have my suspicions reader got captured on purpose like girl where is your underwear #it's the first x reader i've ever done #and i'm a novice at writing sm*t #i often get bored and find it more work than it's worth #but this idea came to me and i thought why not work on expanding my skills #so please keep it in mind I'm kind of green :'D #still i hope you enjoy it! #my writing #tumblr fanfic #🍋 #story archive #my fic #short fic

[darkherolovercroissant]

It Ends Here

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem Reader

Warnings:Mentions of smut. (I’m only here to make toxic fanboys uncomfortable) mature themes & Language. Minors please go away.

Library 📚

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“It ends here” he huffs after he comes down from the high.

I smirk and trace the tattoos on his forearm while resting my head on his shoulder.

“You always say that, yet you’re the one that jumps into my bed whenever you need a release. Seems as though you have a hard time following your own word.” I snicker

“I mean it this time, no more after tonight. It’s getting to Soap.” He growled

“That muppet couldn’t find his way out of a wet paper bag.” I huff and get up to retrieve my clothes.

“I thought you liked him?” He teased

“I did until he started being a dick.” I reply

“Get used to it. That’s soap in a nutshell.”

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“Where’s Ghost?” You ask as the team stands overlooking the explosion.

“Hopefully in the explosion” soap hissed

“Aww is little soap mad?” Roach teases

“Want me to knock your ass out?” He replied

You just laugh and shake your head. You could see Price was like an exhausted father with his many troubling children. Now he lost one somewhere and the rest were about to go at it like there was no tomorrow.

“Bring your kid to work days suck” the familiar deep voice sighs as they approach from behind.

“And where the fuck were you!?” Soap yells as Simon joins your side.

“Off smelling the roses.” He shrugs before following Price

“You are the biggest disappointment I’ve ever seen” Soap continues his bickering as he followed behind Simon.

“Y/n would have to disagree.” Gaz smirks

“Wait what?” Soap stops abruptly causing me to smack right into him.

“Oh yeah. Last night, I heard them going at it like rabbits.” He laughs

As we head to our evacuation point, Soap continues to ask questions, but Simon and I just ignore him while Gaz is the one that answers them.

“Can’t believe you’d sleep with that muppet” Soap mutters as he glared at Simon who just flips him off.

“Jealous?” I tease

“Pfft you wish lass. I just don’t want any little ghosts running around. Bad enough I have to deal with him, we don’t need any more.”

I just laugh as we return home from this mission.

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It was 9:37pm when a firm knock came on my door. Pulling it open to see Riley standing there, I smirk as he rolls his eyes before pushing in the door and then carrying me to my bed.

“It ends here” I mock in a horrible English accent.

“Shut up.” He replies before removing any article of clothing.

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Happily eating my lunch, Gaz comes to join me at the table along with Soap.

“Oh god Riley! Right there!” Gaz mocks what I guess I sounded like last night causing Soap to curse before leaving followed by loud laughter from both Gaz and I.

“He must be good if he can keep you going that long. I was wondering if you guys were ever going to stop.” He laughs

“I’m so sorry Gaz” I blush

“Don’t worry about it. It’s worth seeing Soap all pissy”

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As I was about to head to bed, Soap yells from down the hall.

“I swear if I hear you two tonight, I’m gonna cut his dick off!”

“At least buy me dinner before you touch me you prick.” Riley huffs as he enters the room before me.

“You’re in a very calm mood for just being threatened.” I tease.

“I’d love to see that muppet take me. I’d break his neck before he could blink.” He replied

“So let me guess. It ends here?” I smirk as my hand reaches out for his bicep. They were very well built from years of training and the way his body had been sculpted from over the years makes your mouth water.

“It ends here” he says before pulling me closer.

“So I’ll expect you tomorrow in my bed as well.” I tease

“And the day after that and then the day after that.” He hums before lifting his mask up to kiss me.

“Can’t wait.” I moan as his lips latch onto my neck as I hear him undoing his belt before picking me up and carrying me to my bed.

#short stories #simon ghost riley #oneshot #reader is female #x fem reader #call of duty fanfic #I’m here to make toxic fanboys uncomfortable #Simon ghost Riley x fem reader #please enjoy #fanfic #darkherolovercroissant #fluff #mentions of smut #enjoy this before someone somehow finds this problematic

[marchtooctober]

Twilight finally steps into Loid Forger's home. It was late at night and he thought for sure that everybody was already asleep, save for Bond who might get overzealous and wake everyone up. But the moment he closes the door, a figure appeared through his vision.

It was Yor, putting away laundry. She put them down and walked over to Loid.

"Loid! You're finally back!" She says in quiet surprise. Bond circled around them.

Loid pat Bond's head who then went back to his spot right away. Then he turned to Yor.

"I'm home. Sorry, I'm very late... I must have made you worried."

"Uhm... No! It's okay... You must have been very busy at work. " Yor asked.

"Well..." Loid's voice trailed off.

If only she knows what this man just went through.

"Yes... I had a very tough patient I had to deal with." He finally said.

Yor's eyes went wide.

"Did you have another concussive session with a patient?! Did you get hurt anywhere?! Oh, look! You have bruises! Let's treat you! Sorry, I didn't notice right away. It's dim." Yor stared at him with obviously worried eyes.

Loid couldn't stare back at her, feeling that he might end up letting his guard down.

"N-No! There's no need for that. My bruises are not that bad. I'm just... really tired with dealing with my patient today."

"Do you want some tea before you rest?"

Loid was very ready to retire to bed and sleep away the pain of his arm's gunshot wound. But chances of peace with Yor are ever so rare that he willed himself to stay.

"Ah... Sure."

"Okay. I'll pour you a cup."

Yor seated herself beside Loid on the sofa. The closeness made Loid all tingly but in a very comforting way. For the most of time, they were silent. Then Yor gave repeated glances at Loid.

"Is there something bothering you, Yor?"

"A-Wha-What? Sorry! It's just..." Yor emptied her cup and placed it on the table before continuing.

"Seeing that you can get hurt like this for treating a patient... Are you still okay with it?"

Loid seemed to be caught off guard, he only stared right back at Yor.

"Don't you regret being a psychiatrist?"

The silenced prolonged. The question gave a deep impression to Loid, to Twilight. As if asking if he regrets being a spy.

"Sorry! That was rude of me to ask! I'm not even the one to speak. I'm really sorry! You don't need to answer that, Loid."

Loid also placed his own empty cup on the table. He leaned back and stared up the ceiling.

"No. I don't regret it. Even when I get hurt doing this proffession. Because it's something that I have decided a long time ago. So there's nothing else for me but to stick with it, even during the hard times."

Yor fell silent, her eyes glinting as if understanding Loid's words very well.

Loid closed his eyes and recalled right away what he just said. It was something he just blurted out but it's true. Not only for him, but also for everyone else who decided their own path.

He drew his head back, almost hanging to the side. His mind is in total disarray. His eyes fluttered open in time only to see Yor leaning over him. Too tired and slow to react, his mind suddenly went blank when he felt a kiss on his forehead.

"You did well." Yor said and sat back.

Her calm demeanor quickly turned into surprise, and she covered her face with her hands.

Loid fixed himself in an instant, sitting properly. He faced a very embarrassed Yor. Internally, he was just as embarrassed because of their proximity just now.

"N-No! It's not what you think it is! I just..." Yor said and waved her hands.

"C-Calm down, Yor! Speak slowly." Loid said with a similarly frantic gesture.

After a few breaths, Yor continued.

"My coworkers told me that... a... w-welcome home kiss is a common thing between couples. B-But I couldn't do it earlier and you're too tired from work so I... just wanted to comfort you instead." She said and shyly looked at Loid.

Loid took a deep breath.

"Thank you, Yor. And I'm sorry." He said.

"What? You have nothing to apologize! I'm... the one who should say sorry."

"I'm sorry because I..."

His words trailed off once more as his body started moving on its own. It was as if his arm was no longer in pain and reached out for Yor's face. In an instant, Loid closed off the distance and pulled Yor into a kiss.

It was a kiss that was warmer than the tea they just had. Loid closes his eyes and thoroughly felt Yor's lips, his hand gently holding the base of her head. Yor was wide-eyed for a second before she let herself be pulled in deeper. To her, this first kiss doesn't taste like lemon. It was the sweetest thing there ever was.

All thought is lost, only this moment remains. And perhaps, it's just what Loid really needed as a reward after a hard day's work.

#I'm quietly laughing like a maniac while writing this y'know hahahahaha #written by me who only ever had Hershey's™ kisses lol #oh I'll just stay this way #let my ships kiss each other not me and let me be happy #gosh #loiyor #twiyor #loid forger #yor briar #twilight #thorn princess #spy x family fanfic #spy x family #spy x family spoilers #spy x family short fic #loiyor short fic #kyaaaa~♡♡♡ #I'm fangirling way too much #🤩😍😍 #hope you enjoyed #tho this is too short to be put on ao3 (the site's currently down anyway i think)

[tonberry-yoda]

Crush - Sanji

notes - sanji fic for the poll I did! I'm gonna be honest... I don't really like this one. But that's okay! It's cute, but idk, not my best work. nonetheless though, i hope you all like it at least! thanks for being patient and I cannot wait to do another poll!!! <3

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You weren't around Sanji often. Your job on the boat was to help anyone who needed it - like helping Usopp make new weapons or helping Franky with fixing up bits of the boat - but Sanji seemed to always know what he was doing. You could cook, but you were no where near Sanji's level, who seemed to be doing more than fine in the kitchen. So because of that, you never saw Sanji often.

When you did though, you got the usual heart eyes and special treatment, but you always thought that he liked Nami more. He would swoon over her like there was no tomorrow, acting like she was royalty or something while you sat waiting for your food.

You could admit that Nami was pretty - really pretty actually. You honestly didn't blame Sanji for thinking she was the prettiest girl on the boat.

But even so, you still found yourself getting a little jealous whenever he would call Nami "his sweet" or "darling" and you never knew why.

Maybe it was because he was charming, talented, and stupidly gorgeous, or maybe it was because he gave you attention sometimes. Either way, you couldn't get him out of your head sometimes, even with the lack of him being around you.

"You seem a little distracted today," Franky said, taking off his welding mask and setting it down. "Everything alright, kiddo?"

You looked up at Franky and smiled. "I'm fine. Just a long day, that's all."

"Tell me about it," he chuckled. "The Sunny sure took a beating. Thanks for helping out by the way. You're always a great help."

"Of course, Franky, anytime."

You and Franky got back to working for a while, but it stopped abruptly as Franky set down all of his tools and crossed his arms at you.

"What?!" you giggled, setting down your tools as well.

"You're not telling me something." he said, a slight pout to his voice. "And I wanna know what it is."

"Look, it's nothing, Franky. And if it is something it's a stupid something that y/n feels stupid about."

"Tell me?" Franky said in a high pitched voice, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Franky you're such a dumbass... but fine, since I trust you. I'm just jealous of something, that's all."

"Jealous?" Franky said, tilting his head and pulling up a stool for the both of you. "Jealous of what?"

"You know Sanji, right?" You could feel yourself blushing already just thinking about him.

"I think I know every member of our crew quite well, y/n, so yeah, I know Sanji."

"Well..." You twiddled your thumbs and sharply exhaled. "He's the 'loverboy', we all know this. I guess I kinda... I kinda fell for his ass and get jealous whenever I hear him swooning over Robin or Nami. Especially Nami."

"I see. Why don't you tell Sanji all this?"

You felt your face heat up even more somehow. "T-Tell Sanji?! No way, Franky, are you nuts?!"

"Well how are things supposed to figure themselves out if you don't put in the work?"

You hated that Franky was right. You hated it so much.

And thanks to him, you ended up in front of Sanji's door, your hands shaking.

You knocked lightly at first, but realized he wouldn't be able to hear that at all. You tried louder, and waited patiently, hearing a bit of shuffling. There was no going back now and god you hated that feeling.

The door opened slightly and Sanji stuck his head out. It looked like he had just gotten through taking a nap as his hair was a mess and he was wearing a t-shirt instead of his usual suit.

"y/n?" He tilted his head and yawned.

"Hey, Sanji... can I come in?"

His face turned a light shade of pink and he turned back to look at his room. "Uh... gimme a sec let me get some pants on." He quickly shut the door and in no time it flew back open. "Come on in, y/n! I don't have many super comfortable spots in here, but uhh..." He walked to his closet and pulled out what looked like a lawn chair, setting it up nicely in the middle of the room. "There!"

You took a seat and looked around Sanji's room. It smelt like cigarettes, but not too bad, mostly cologne, to your surprise.

"Do you want a drink or anything? I could go make us some coffee if that's something you want, y/n."

"That sounds great, actually. Thanks, Sanji." You smiled at him and his eyes turned into little hearts as he lovingly sighed, walking out of the room and to the kitchen.

This was going to be way harder than you thought.

You sat and played with each of your fingers, noticing that your hands were still shaking. What if you didn't have the courage to do this? What if you were a coward after all?

"y/n!" Sanji exclaimed in his signature lovey-dovey voice, kicking the door open with his foot. "Here's your drink, my dear! And I brought snacks as well!" The door closed behind him as he pulled his nightstand over to be a makeshift table for the time being.

"Thank you, Sanji." you said with a smile, taking a long sip of your coffee, which was better than usual.

"Anytime, y/n." He took a sip of his own coffee and quickly set it down, his eyes locking with yours. "Alright, so is there something you needed, or did you just wanna be in my presence because either way I don't mind."

You laughed at that, your cheeks turning pink. Sanji was already swooning so much that a little drop of blood came out of his nose when you laughed.

"Both actually," you admitted. "Thanks for letting me in. Sorry if I woke you."

"Oh, it's fine. I don't wanna be sleeping all day like that damn moss head."

You giggled again out of both nervousness and of Sanji.

"So what was the thing you needed?" he asked, his stupid voice gone and tone now serious. "Because I think we already got the 'in Sanji's presence thing' outta the way." he chuckled.

"Well," you moved around the cup in your hand, watching the coffee swirl. What were you supposed to say? That you hated the way he looked at Nami? That more than anything you wish that you and Sanji could be together without having to worry about any other girl getting in the way?

"Sanji, I like you... Like a lot."

You both froze.

Shit.

Did you really just say that?

"You... what?" His voice was soft and you pulled your eyes away from him, looking down at the coffee in your hand.

"I," there was no turning back now. "I'm serious. I like you the way that you like every girl," you chuckled nervously. "I think you're a great guy You're talented and really damn pretty and.... I'm sick of you looking at Nami like that."

You looked up to see Sanji with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I-I'll stop. I'll stop looking at any girl like that, y/n. I like you too and-"

"I know, Sanji." you chuckled.

"No, listen to me. y/n, I would do anything for you."

"That's too much." You fake gagged and turned to Sanji with a smile.

"Sh-Shut up." he giggled.

"This coffee is really good, Sanji. Is there something different about it?"

"Oh, it's a new creamer, that's all. Nothing super special."

"Well, I like it."

"Me too. Makes it sweeter without so much sugar."

You hummed in response and took another sip. The two of you spent the rest of the time in his room just talking about random stuff that came to mind. You liked talking to Sanji like this and honestly, it was nice to hear him talk to you like you weren't just another girl he had a crush on.

"Well, thanks for the coffee, Sanji. And for listening to me." You stood up and set down your coffee on the table. "We should hang out like this more often."

"Of course. Feel free to come in anytime." He stood up as well, not knowing what to do. A hug would be appropriate, but he wasn't sure.

But you were sure, so you pulled him in for a hug, leaning against his chest. He hugged you back, but shortly after, you pulled away.

"I'll definitely be back, Sanji." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left him standing there with a bright red face.

"You better be." he giggled under his breath.

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[vamossainz55]

Could you possible write something about reader running their fingers through Carlos’ hair, Him lying softly on readers chest, both quiet watching the world go by, running fingers through Carlos’ beautiful hair

hi anon <3, i have a feeling you forgot you sent this in just because of how long this took. i've been focusing too much on moonlight tbh and want to put more attention to my requests. so i made a small drabble.

i loved loved this prompt because i love and absolutely adore carlos' hair. it always looks so good.

i wrote this really quick just now- and as you can see it is slightly inspired by today's race. i have lots of opinions about the race but oh well.

i hope you enjoy and would love to hear what you think <3.

Carlos is exhausted and you can't blame him. Week after week of racing, changing timezones, and being away from home would really take a toll on anyone.

You know it's worth it though, he loves it. It's in his blood, and despite the exhaustion in his eyes, you can always see the hunger in them when another race weekend is coming up. Always ready to jump into the car and send it.

"So happy you could make it," Carlos sighs, shutting his eyes as he turns to wrap his arms around you. You're both on his hotel room's bed, lying there quietly after a long Sunday. "I'm sorry for not finishing though. Was hoping you could see me on the podium."

It had been a rough race but short race, Carlos' car having crashed after a mere three laps after a messy and wet race. It was heartbreaking to see him walk back into the garage, it was a mixture of rain and disappointment that was dripping off him and you had given him the tightest possible hug as soon as he came close enough. He had protested, not wanting to get you wet but you didn't care, simply cupping his cheeks in hopes to warm him up a little bit.

"You never need to apologize to me, my love." You smile, looking down at him to give his forehead a gentle rub. He's resting on your stomach, blinking slowly as he tried to keep himself awake. You can't help but watch him and admire every little feature of him. The way his lashes adorned his doe-shaped eyes, the way his strong nose led to his plump lips. No matter how much you looked at Carlos he could never not take your breath away.

"How about we take a quick nap before dinner, hm?" You offer, smiling as Carlos slowly opens his eyes to look at you before giving you a small nod. You lean down to peck his lips, sneaking in a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. You smile at the sight of Carlos scrunching his face a bit but he's wearing a fond smile on his lips.

Sleep was the last thing on your mind, but you were more than happy to give Carlos some rest. He mumbles out something tiredly before he's shifting to lie on your chest. You can't help but run your fingers through his hair, carding them out through his thick black locks before gently rubbing them into his scalp.

You can hear Carlos let out a deep and relaxed breath and you can't help but smile at yourself. It's so quiet that for a second you forget it isn't just you two in the world. The only reminder was the city lights that you could see from the hotel's window, and the small cars driving around the streets.

It amazed you that despite there being 7 billion people in the world, the universe had decided to put you both together.

"I love you," You whisper, gently curling one of his locks around your finger and despite his quiet steady breaths he only shifts closer.

"I love you too mi amor," He murmurs back.

fin.

hope you enjoyed darling <3

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[suengmi]

I absolutely love you writing 🥺💖 I was wondering if you can write something fluffy and suggestive with Felix where you guys want to have sex but you’re both too nervous so you (soft dom) end up dry humping him and he just lets out the prettiest whines and moans

felix has his hands on your hips, fingers stuttering back and forth as he tries to find the courage to slip them under your shirt. there’s a slight awkwardness in the air, like felix has stopped functioning at this moment, it's error 404 basically. pairing: felix x afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned) genre: fluff, suggestive smut kinda?, .9k warnings/other: dry humping, felix loves tiddies (bc same), soft!dom reader

the sound of the fan clicking just makes it worse, with every breath you both take it seems to elongate the silence you’ve both created. you look up at him, his eyes big and wide staring at your chest. he looks up at you as he turns his lips down at the side, eyes darting back to your neck every split second. 

“should i?” you begin, eyes looking everywhere but him.

“i guess.” 

you forgot what you were suggesting, so you just lean forwards a bit to go in for a kiss. he kisses back, teeth slightly clacking against yours as he tries to follow your pace. it’s ill timed, and so damn awkward. you pull back, squeezing your eyes shut and shaking your head.

whatever this situation is, it doesn’t make sense. over text you are both so over zealous, saying how bad you wanted to fuck him, how hot he’d look underneath you, eyes teary with pleasure. he’d return saying how he wanted to see you come undone just from his mouth, to fuck into you until you were a mess.

“what’s wrong with us!?” 

“i don’t know!” felix replies, letting his hands slip down to the bed. “why is this so weird?”

“ahh, i don’t know either!” you say in defeat slumping over with your head in your hand. as you look up at him, you’re met with the same confusion. 

both of you let out a light chuckle after making eye contact. the smile felix gives you is heart warming, and helps you feel at ease. you just need to shake off those nerves. he was just as nervous as you.

“okay, okay.” you say standing up, completely flinging your shirt to the side. your shorts soon follow. now, you’re completely naked apart from your sports bra and panties. you gotta just rip off the damn band-aid at this point. if you don’t do something, nothing is going to get done.

felix stares up at you, those damn saucer eyes big once again. you gesture for him to move back. so he obliges, shuffling himself back on the bed with his legs hanging off the side.

“c’mon, take off your shirt and pants.” you say in haste, hands resting on your hips.

he pouts, quickly doing as you say to be left in nothing but a pair of cotton pink boxers.

“i’m just gonna-” you begin, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. you slowly lower yourself onto his thighs, your chest flush against his and knees next to his hips. he takes in a sharp breath, hiding his blush by looking down. it just makes it worse, now he’s got a face full of your chest and he doesn't know where to look.

“you can look felix. it’s okay.”

“just…” he begins, swallowing hard. “your boobs.”

you lightly laugh, your hands coming to his cheeks. “yes, my boobs. you can touch.”

“yeah boobs.” he echoes, leaning forward to press a messy kiss onto your plush chest. you let out a light moan, fingers finding their way to tangle in his hair. he looks so sweet, so innocent with the way he's exploring your chest. he still seems nervous though, hesitant to do more. to your surprise, he mumbles an i love you into your chest, followed by a giggle as he looks up at you.

“i love your boobs.” he giggles again, teeth showing with his silly grin.

“they’re alright, i guess.” you joke, wiggling your chest so it moves back and forth. you both laugh, feeling a bit better about the awkwardness fading away.

“so uh, what now?” felix puffs, feeling stuck at this point.

“fuck sake.” you say in a huff, pushing him onto his back. you guide his hands to your hips before resting yours on his chest.

“o-okay.” he says in a daze, fingers digging into your underwear. 

without words, you begin moving your hips back and forth. at this point you just wanna get this over and done with. that band-aid has to come off now, or you're not going to get anywhere.

“shit.” he cusses, head lolling back. all of the awkwardness seems to fade, now his head is spinning with the sight in front of him, the tent in his pants already growing as you grind back and forth.

the moans he’s letting slip are so high pitched, so whiny and a little muted by the bite he has on his lip. he’s already succumbed to your control, just from some light dry humping.

“so pretty.” you praise, finger’s gripping into the flesh on his chest as you move back and forth.

he can’t form words at this point, his whimpers and moans are egging you on.

“should i… take my panties off?” you say, stopping your movements.

"huh?!"

the look that felix gives you is priceless, pink blotches mixing in with his freckles, his brows raised. if this is him now, who knows what he’ll look like later.

"you heard me."

-

a/n: omg... u love my writing I LOVE U :-; thank u for suggesting this, i have a scientific assessment on how felix is an absolute sub/switch and i'll die on that hill. ty for requesting!!!!!! and ty for the kind words yall make my day

#sorry it's so short #i was going for longer #and i'm not completely happy #but ): i hope u enjoy ): #felix x reader #felix #lee felix #lee felix x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids fic #skz fic #stray kid fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids reader #skz

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan babysitter

(Fourth official post)

(This one is a bit shorter than my other posts)

“Don’t worry I’ll take good care of them!” He placates your parents as they leave, waving them off and slamming the door shut when your parents have gone far enough.

He turns to you, with a rather fierce glare and shoos you off to your room. 

Yan babysitter that wants nothing to do with you, that only took the job because he needs the money. 

Yan babysitter who thinks you’re too old for a babysitter, but he doesn’t care, your parents are rich and that’s all he needs to know.

Yan babysitter who did not anticipate you to be such an irresponsible nuisance. (What’s with the weird cultists that keep knocking on the door and where’s that strange whispering coming from??)

Yan babysitter who quickly discovers that maybe this job was more than he bargained for, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive of his job.

Yan babysitter who, somehow, ended up trapped in another dimension and is trying to escape. (Turns out cultists don’t take too kindly to the door being slammed in their face)

Yan babysitter who is sure he’s going to die here in this strange dimension.

Yan Babysitter who regrets ever taking this job and swears that if he ever gets out he’s never coming to this house again.

Yan babysitter who faces the horrors of this other dimension, each monster warping his mind and easing him into insanity.

Yan babysitter who’s so close to escaping, but then he gets trapped by some weird otherworldly creature.

Yan babysitter whose life flashes before his eyes as the creature nears.

He closes his eyes and can only hope that this won’t be dragged out, he can feel the creature approach, and he can do nothing but curl up into a ball and beg for mercy.

However, death doesn’t come, no, just when the creature unhinged its jaw and prepares to (quite literally) devour Yan babysitter, he’s saved.

Yan babysitter who’s stunned whenever you rescue him and when he tries to express his gratitude you dismiss his gratitude. (This happened a lot, you tell him, you even suggest that it was your parents intention to sacrifice him.)

Yan babysitter, who from then on, is absolutely obsessed with you (he treats you like a deity, swearing that he’ll serve you forever.)

You brush him off, as you are used to saving irresponsible babysitters from the jaws of doom, then your try to ignore his constant rambling about you being a deity. (Because you aren’t, you’re just a normal person with magic powers) Yet, no matter how much you ignore him his ramblings don’t (Maybe you should’ve left him in that other dimension)

He takes your indifference as a sign of shyness, his mind warped by the brief time he spent in that other dimension. (Seriously, he’s going to need major therapy when he leaves this house) He decides to dedicate his life to protecting you or at the very least repay you for saving his life.

Which then leads to him following you around, intervening in everything you do and then isolating you from those he deems a threat. (Mostly your friends)

Somehow, in less than two weeks, he has threatened half of your neighborhood and caused almost all your friends to go missing. 

At this point, it occurs to you that maybe Yan babysitter is a danger to your lifestyle and you should probably get rid of him. Which marks the beginning of your attempts to erase him from existence, however this doesn’t sway him, and he somehow believes that the person targeting him is actually aiming for you.

So, now, you’ve got an overprotective babysitter watching your every move and probably hiding in your walls. (Maybe you should have let him rot in the other dimension, less trouble and you wouldn’t have had to explain to your parents why the demon in your basement is still hungry)

Yan babysitter who promises to always protect you and to be by your side forever. (He’s such a nuisance)

(Sorry for the short post, I was somewhat distracted by the tv when I was writing this.)

(Regardless, enjoy this post and feel free to comment)

#Fourth official post #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere baby-sitter x reader #my writing #reader insert #enjoy this short fanfic! #Babysitter is named Andrew #Andrew my oc

[sasanka-27]

It’s real

| Fandom: supernatural | Pairing: Dean/Castiel | Words: 7k+

| Type: oneshot | Rating: Teen and up | Author: Sasanka27

Summary: Morning of his birthday Dean wakes up alone doubting if he hadn’t dream the good parts of his life.

Link:

#i dont care that its cropped its my drawing lol #anywayaay #guess what #im finally posting my first destiel fic #writing #destiel #destiel fic #fluff #all i can do is fluff actually im not good writing angst #ao3 fanfic #its a oneshot that might expand with my fix it fic heheh #you know how did they get here sort of thing #deancas #my fic #spn fic #dean bday two months later because why not right #also dont trust me when i say short i usually end up with like 10k this was buposse to be just 3k #first suposse to be fluffy so here i go i am here heheh #something to read while you enjoy tea/coffee in a morning #destiel fanfic #dean x castiel #destiel fanart #sasanka27 fics

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Songbird

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, Dom!Terzo, jealousy, facefucking, hair pulling, tiny tiny bit of angst at the end

No real plot, Terzo walks in on Reader singing one of Secondo's songs and he must remind her who she belongs to.

Word Count: 2.0k

Terzo strolls back to his chambers, sneaking away early from a meeting; surely, you weren't there anymore, but a man could hope. You were becoming more than the usual plaything in his eyes. Maybe he would just be forced to summon you out of whatever task you were in the middle of...

His scheming comes to a halt when he presses his ear to the door, listening to the beautiful lilt of your voice.

"...progeny of beast of woe 🎶

And I am the son who comes into the daughters of men 🎵

Destroying all and make them want it again..."

Without a sound, he sneaks in and spots you dusting some of his things on the fireplace mantle. He quickly glues himself to you with hands on your hips and a kiss to the nape of your neck.

"AH!!" The duster you'd had in your hand falls to the floor; luckily it hadn't been one of his pictures or a vase. "Terzo! You scared me..." your protest isn't very strong as you melt back into the feeling of him; his cologne quiet strong today.

"What have I told you about cleaning, gattina?" he mumbles into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly with his fingertips digging into you a little bit.

"Well... I know it's not my job, but I feel like I should leave your place better than I found it," you explain.

"Sì, and you always do. You put your Papa in an exceptional mood every time you visit," he compliments you.

It's absolutely intoxicating getting showered in affection by this man. His hands know just where to touch to get the reaction he wants from you. His lips press the softest kisses to your temple, your cheek, your neck, turning you to putty in his hands. And again... the cologne. You can always tell when he's nearby, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter madly.

Softly Terzo asks, "So you like mio fratello's songs more than mine? You don't like my album, sì?"

"Hmm?" you're pulled from your trance, "No, Terzo, that song was just stuck in my head!"

"Mio fratello was stuck in your head?"

"No-"

"That simply won't do, Sorella," he clicks his tongue at you, "we will have to change this. I should be the only Papa in your pretty little head..." He spins you around to face him, putting his hands firmly on your hips again, "I'll make my songbird sing for me and me alone."

It was a promise that sent heat straight to your core as his scowling eyes bore into you. Biting your lip as you stare up at him, you fight back a whimper at the way his demeanor has affected you.

"Not so noisy, now, eh, little songbird?" He brushes his gloved knuckles across your soft cheek. "However fair and pure... 🎶 You crave the wand," he sings before his lips tug into a devious grin.

"Papa," you whisper, leaning your head back to kiss him.

"Ah, ah, ah..." he stops you with a thumb pressed tight against your bottom lip. "We'll have to put that mouth of yours to good use before I should even think of forgiving you."

With that, your knees find the floor and your gentle hands caress his thighs through his nice black dress pants.

"Mmm... So eager to please, so responsive to her Papa..." Terzo lifts your chin to look up at him as he unbuttons his trousers.

Nuzzling against the fabric at his crotch, you beat him to the zipper, pulling it down with your teeth. He lets out a groan of anticipation at that move, his cock, already heavy with lust, falling from behind the cloth. Eager to please, just as he said, you don't keep him waiting as you leave a slow trail of open mouthed kisses from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip.

Lapping at the slit, you look up at him, already losing his composure as he takes off his gloves to tangle those digits in your hair. He lets out another groan, sounding more like a growl as you take his length in your mouth, working at a relaxed pace, but making sure to flatten your tongue against the underside just the way he likes.

"S-sì, ...sss much better use of your mouth than- than for singing Secondo's s-songs," he stutters out, eyes screwed shut. Terzo would never admit it, but he's capable of being turned into putty in the palm of someone's hand too.

When you hollow out your cheeks, putting that exquisite pressure around his favorite appendage, he can't help but buck his hips, lunging forward to brace himself with one hand against the mantle behind you. Relaxing your throat to prepare for the onslaught, you take it well when he bucks again, one hand still firmly planted in your hair to keep you in place.

It takes some effort not to gag the first couple of times he hits the back of your throat, but you dig your nails into his thighs and let him have his way with you. When your nose tickles against his well groomed pelvis, your lover lets out a loud, "Ah! Sorella... Satanas, la mia dea lasciva..." as he continues to fuck into your face.

Letting out something like a whine around his length, Terzo recognizes your need for him, and he did promise to make you sing after all...

Albeit reluctant to pull out of your sinfully skilled mouth, he does, and he immediately pulls you up from your spot on the floor, helping you right yourself and swiping the tears from your cheeks. "You are okay, bella mia?" He's such a gentleman to check on you.

Your heart swells a little as you place your hand over his that cups your cheek; you give a small nod and he gives you a quick peck before it's back on again. With some force, he pulls you across the living room, sitting you on the arm of the chair he likes to read in. Gripping the skirt of your habit, he pulls it up and over your head, revealing nothing underneath.

"Mmm, Sorella..." He looks you over like a meal he's about to devour, as he kicks off his own pants and works on the buttons of his shirt. "You should dress like this always," he gives you a wink.

Letting out a giggle, you softly reply, "I didn't have any clean undies here."

"We'll have to change that," he smiles warmly, disposing of the last articles of his outfit, "although you won't need them when I'm around." His hands slip into place on your sides, and it feels electric feeling his skin on yours. Almost carefully, he kisses you, tasting traces of himself on your tongue. He moves so delicately, ghosting over your breasts, pinching at your nipples, it drives you crazy.

You're well aware of what he's capable of and you want more. Hooking a leg around his, you try to pull him closer to you, and he obliges, but not without breaking your kiss. Desperately, you wrap your arms around his neck, fingertips tracing over the lovebites left from the night before. "Please, Papa," you beg.

He chuckles darkly and places a hand on the top of your thigh. "I'm not quite sure you've learned your lesson, mia cattiva ragazza..." That hand moves to find your core, one finger starting to circle your bud. "You're not still thinking of Papa Secondo, are you, cara mia?"

"No, Papa. I wasn't- hnghhh..." you breathe out, "I promise, I wasn't thinking of anyone but you!"

"Then why would you sing for him," he slips two fingers past your folds up into your sweet spot, "and not for me?"

Letting out a gasp, you grip onto his shoulders as he curls his digits over and over again. "I-I wasn't, Papa... Please..."

"Ahhh, but you were-"

"Papa," you say with some urgency, "Terzo, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. Make me sing- Make me 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 for you, just- please."

He straightens up, fingers slipping out of you. "Only for me, sì?" he asks, popping the slicked up fingers into his mouth.

"Only you, Papa," you look up at him, both sets of eyes equally blown wide with lust, and you practically shaking with need.

"Show me, then, my songbird," he commands, pulling you up off the chair and flipping you around; in an instant, he's behind you, propping your knee up on the arm of the chair and slicking himself up in your folds. Instinctively, you arch your back and brace your hands on the back of the piece of furniture.

He enters you more gingerly than he'd been with your face, but it still leaves you whining and squirming back on him for more. Receiving a small pop on the ass, you let out a squeak, before Terzo grabs your hips and sets a leisurely pace. "Mm, mm- Papa," you moan for him, feeling that delightful stretch.

"Ah, tesoro, sì, sing for me," a smile spreads across Terzo's face as he throws his head back, fucking into you in earnest, "Let everyone know how good your Papa feels inside you!"

Feeling cheeky, and perhaps a glutton for punishment, you throw a look over your shoulder at the antipope, "Give me something to sing about then, Papa."

Terzo's usual scowl returns to his face, this time with a fire in his eyes. You're met with a harsh 𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘒! to the ass followed by the sound of skin slapping skin as he moves harder in and out of you. His fingers wrap around your hair, ponytailing it and wrapping it around his wrist. With a rough tug, he forces you upright until your head nearly rests on his shoulder. "Bold of you to test your Papa while il mio cazzo stuffs your tight cunt full," he growls in your ear. With the change in angle, he rams into your sweet spot with ease, hips snapping at a dangerous tempo.

You try to stifle the high-pitched whine that threatens to spill from you, but your lover takes you by the jaw, forcing your mouth open and stealing your noises of pleasure from you. And he gets exactly what he wants as your moans pour out of you, sounding more and more like screams with every thrust.

As his hand slides down the front of your stomach to find your core, he whispers softly in your ear, a sharp contrast to your loud cries, "Sì, sì, little songbird, you always give your Papa what he wants, even if I must take it from you." His hips stutter as his middle finger starts to circle your clit. "Give your Papa just a little bit more, amore... Vieni per me, per favore. Vieni per me..."

And who are you to deny him? A few more flicks of his wrist and you're howling his name so loud that you just 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 your lover is grinning at the thought of his brother hearing you in the next suite.

Riding you through your orgasm, he chases his own release; he'd staved himself off just to hear how helpless you could become by his hand. You gave yourself over to him like no other ever had, and it makes him want to do the same to you. Terzo presses his body firmly to yours, hips slowing to shallow thrusts as he spills within you. Eyes shut tight, he nuzzles into your shoulder, biting down and grunting through the climax.

Once out of the haze of pleasure, attentively, he checks on you, making sure he hadn't been too rough, too domineering, too careless with your precious body.

"I don't think you're capable of being careless with your lover, Terzo," you giggle, now sitting on his lap in the chair he'd just fucked you against.

"Sì, but one can never be too sure, vero?" He cups your cheek, giving you a soft peck on the opposite side.

"Dolce ragazzo, I never feel more taken care of than when I'm in your arms," you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

While your aftercare came in the form of shoulder rubs and kisses, his comes in the form of reminding him that he isn't the monster he sees himself as. Yet another type of song he longed to hear from you, always.

#short and sweet #... and spicy #enjoy 😘 #come get y'all juice #the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #papa 3 #papa emeritus 3 #papa terzo #fanfic #drabble #imagine #oneshot #shitghosting

[0and0its0doctor0]

They tell me your blue sky's faded to gray

Aaron Hotchner x Reader Warnings: None Summary: You can't sleep. Aaron helps. For @my-mummy-dust . Hope you enjoy!

You sighed softly trying not to move too much. Aaron was asleep with his head resting on your chest and you were confident your pounding heart was going to wake him up any minute. You guys had gone to sleep about two hours ago and poor Aaron was so tired he fell asleep almost the second he hit the bed and settled in to cuddle with you. He always said he loved resting his head on your chest because hearing your heartbeat reminded him that you were alive and healthy and happy. You could agree to the first two, you were alive and healthy but you weren’t happy. You weren’t really sure what had been bringing you down lately but whatever it was your sleep was taking a major hit leaving you exhausted throughout the day. 

You didn’t tell Aaron because you didn’t want him to worry, he had so much to worry about with work already that you didn’t want to bring him down even further. Your anxiety was climbing as you laid in bed and you clenched your fists in the blankets. You knew you were screwed when you felt tears drip down the side of your face and fall onto the pillow. Your right hand was shaking as you brought it up to run your fingers through Aaron’s hair trying to calm yourself. The action always calmed the both of you so you were hoping it helped. “We need to get that heart rate under control.” A sleepy voice muttered and you frowned. “Shh I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” You said brushing back his hair. He pulled back and looked up at you frowning when he saw your tear stained cheeks. “You aren’t okay.” He said and you sighed deeply. “I can’t sleep.” You admitted. 

“How long has this been going on?” He asked, sitting up slightly so he could look at you. “Couple days.” You shrugged your shoulders and he gave you a sympathetic look. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked and you looked down at your lap with a frown. “You have so much to worry about with work I didn’t want to give you something else to worry about.” You said and Aaron sighed. “Baby. You’re the only thing I want to worry about. You are the most important thing in the world to me besides Jack. You should know you can always tell me when something is wrong.” He said brushing back your hair and leaning in to kiss each cheek and the tip of your nose making you blush a little. You felt bad because he was wide awake now. “How about a bath?” He asked and you thought for a second but nodded. “Wait here. I’ll go run it.” He kissed you again before sliding out of bed and into the bathroom where you heard the water start running. You sat up and looked at your reflection in the mirror on the wall. You felt guilty but you knew you wouldn’t be able to change Aaron’s mind.

A short amount of time passed and he stepped back out into the bedroom and walked back up to the bed where he scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom. He helped you undress and climb carefully into the bathtub that had been filled with lavender bubbles. He shed his own sweatpants and climbed in behind you sitting down. “Are you sure? I know you hate baths.” You asked as you cuddled up with your back to his chest, his arms wrapped comfortingly around you. He placed kisses to the back and sides of your neck. “It’s fine. I want to make sure you are okay.” He said and you could feel him smile against your skin. He hummed quietly, the vibrations soothing your body as the hot water and calming scents took over. “Maybe in the morning we can talk about it some more. Figure out what’s going wrong?” He asked and you nodded a little. It didn’t take very long for your eyes to get heavy and your head to list to the side. 

Aaron slowly got out of the bathtub and dried then dressed himself before picking you up. You were so exhausted that you could hardly stand on your own so he helped you get dressed back into your pajamas. He carried you back into the bedroom and settled the two of you so you were resting with your head on his chest and his arms were wrapped protectively around you hugging you close. “I love you.” He said kissing the top of your head. “I love you too.” You muttered as you tossed and turned a few times in his arms. Every time you adjusted he tightened his grip slightly trying to hold you still. Finally you got comfortable and managed to fall asleep. Once you started snoring Aaron smiled to himself and fell asleep shortly after.

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[sunsafewriting]

for the prompt: do a flip universe + TLOU

“Well, obviously more than one. Two or three, at least, right?” Ava says. 

She's got her head in Beatrice's lap, having usurped the print-out Beatrice was reading a few minutes ago. It's inarguably the best setup in the world: she's got the whole rest of the couch to stretch out on, and both of Beatrice's hands on her — one gently stroking back her hair, the other resting on Ava's arm. 

“Three seems like a lot,” Beatrice replies.

But that’s not a no, and Ava can work from there. “Diego will help us, won't you, bud?” 

He looks over at them from where he's sitting on the carpet, sketching out a new comic. He prefers to draw on the floor rather than at the table, which is presumably because the artistic vibes are simply better lower to the ground. “Totally,” he confirms. 

Ava beams at Beatrice, reaching up to catch her wrist, to sweep her thumb over the soft skin there. “See? We can do three. Or four.”

There’s a moment of deliberation, but Ava knows when she’s won. Not only does Beatrice have about six different tells — microscopic, but observed by Ava over the years and lovingly documented — but also Ava has a compelling track record when it comes to this sort of thing. 

“Okay. Three,” Beatrice agrees. “But four is definitely too many.”

“True. It might get confusing.”

“Also, I don't feel that a zombie apocalypse is likely enough to merit four separate survival plans.” 

“HBO makes a very compelling case, babe. A lot of things can go wrong.” 

Which Beatrice is aware of, because she sure doesn't turn a lot of pages of her book while Ava's watching The Last of Us on the TV. 

“Plus, it's best to be prepared,” Ava adds. “You love being prepared. This way, we have a backup for our backup.”

While Ava still prefers a general guns-blazing, swing-first-think-second approach to life, she has come to appreciate the value of planning ahead. For example, she’s managed to streamline her morning routine to maximise the window of time she has for making out with Beatrice before one of them has to go to class or work. 

“I have paper,” Diego says. “We can write them up now. I think the most important thing is probably to get a catapult, or a sword. But there aren’t a lot of good places around here to get swords.” 

“Put down get a sword as step one anyway, that’s a great start,” Ava tells him. “I also vote that we steal a really cool car for step two. Obviously, it has to be heavy-duty enough to plough through zombies, but the most important thing is that it’s super dope. Better than Mary’s. I’ve got to have this, because you know she’s going to out-apocalypse me.” 

“Steal a car,” Diego echoes back. “Brackets, cool.”

He’s been getting very into brackets, as of late. Also semicolons, but he seems to just pepper them into sentences whenever he wants, with no regard for their intended function. Although it’s very possible that he actually does understand how they work, and is just drunk on the power of learning a new punctuation mark. 

“Clean water. Or some means of effectively decontaminating water,” Beatrice suggests. 

Ava shakes her head. “No, that’s too legit. We can put that in our, like, good plan. The second plan. This first one should just be based on what you’d most want to do if all of society fell apart.” 

“I’d most want to make sure we had clean drinking water.”

“It has to be ridiculous and fun. Like, we should also steal a boat. The zombies most likely won’t be able to swim. And I think I’d rock a captain’s hat.”

“Or a pirate hat,” Diego supplies. “Boat is step three. Hat is step four.” 

“Exactly. See?”  

“This is starting to seem less like a survival plan and more like a list of your dream crimes.”

“The beauty of the apocalypse is that nothing is a crime,” Ava tells her. She kisses the back of Beatrice’s hand and then nudges it back up to her hair. Beatrice automatically resumes her steady, gentle motions, and Ava settles into the feeling with a pleased hum. 

“Well, I don’t really have a list of dream crimes.”

Ava can’t say that comes as a surprise. Beatrice does have a list of dream bookstores to visit though. If the zombie situation isn’t too out of control, they could totally manage to hit a few of those locations post-apocalypse, too. 

“You can borrow some of mine,” Diego offers generously.

Ava nods. “And then we can put your clean water in the third plan.”

“I thought it was going in the second?” 

“I demoted it. I think our second plan should be to secure a mall. Then we’ve got everything we need. We can just lock all the doors and keep the zombies out. Boom. Nailed it. Can’t have a boat in a mall, though, so that needs to be its own separate plan.”  

Malls are also currently in Ava’s good books because when she went to buy a jacket last week, she got to kiss Beatrice in the changing room. But they’re also strategically defensible strongholds. Never let it be said that Ava's decision-making is too heavily influenced by opportunities to make out with Beatrice. Even though it is. 

“That’s so smart,” Diego says, scribbling down the idea on another sheet of paper. “Malls even have water, too, so that works for everyone.” 

“And we should get a horse for the mall.”

“How does the horse help with the zombies?”

“I don’t know, but that had horses in The Last of Us, and it just feels right.” 

“So then also cowboy hats,” Diego reminds her.  

“Of course.” 

#we have been watching TLOU and im super enjoying it #anyway doing little short prompts is fun so little stress #sunsafewriting #avatrice #ava x beatrice #avatrice fic #avatrice fanfic